Copyright (c) 1997  Gentle23.     ALL Rights Reserved

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DISCLAIMER

Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah
(If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind.  Of course I
have to SAY I mind, so I mind).

***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER *****

This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose.  It contains
consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children.  If it makes
you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where
little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished.  (Of course,
the girls in MY story like it).  I don't relate well to the real world,
so I created this one in my head.  I'm probably (definitely) insane, but
so far nobody has caught on.


PROLOGUE - History

A bit of history is in order here, or this story will make no sense.  It's
about a group (the narrator is the leader) of comic-book super-villains
who live on an island in the south pacific (which the US gov't hasn't
been able to find yet... somewhere off the coast of the Phillipines).
The leader is a heavy control freak who is also pedo (but likes adult
women, too).  He usually "recruits" young-teenage girls who are into
bisexual, bondage, etc.  Since you're probably waiting for the sex part,
I won't bore you with any of the other details.


CHAPTER ONE - Watching

I settled back to watch the camera I had put in place so carefully only
a few hours ago.  At first, for a long time, there was no action on the
monitor, so I grabbed a magazine and looked through it, not really
paying attention to what I was reading.  Even so, I almost managed to
miss it when something did start to happen.

My two little angels walked into the room, directly opposite the corner
the microscopic camera was hidden, so I could get a full view of their
beautiful little bodies.  They were gorgeous, just as I had been led to
believe; and not dressed too concealingly.  The older one, Stephanie,
was 10; she was wearing tight cutoff jeans (and no shoes, of course),
and a yellow halter top.  Her little nipples, just starting to bud into
little-girl breasts, were tight against the scratchy fabric of her top,
and clearly defined her slightly curved chest.  The little one, Candy,
was only 7, and stood about a head shorter than her big sister.  She was
wearing pink cotton panties with a cute little elastic waistband and a
cutoff T-shirt, much like her sister's.  She was much more flatchested,
though, and her nipples weren't as hard as Stephanie's; of course, there
didn't seem to be any reason they couldn't be, under the right
circumstances.

Naturally, at this point, I realized I had forgotten to install audio.
They walked over to the bed and sat down on it and started to talk;
about what, I would never know.  I didn't mind so much, though, because
the pair were a breathtaking sight to behold.  Candy was laid back in the
bed, with her little legs spread a little bit, so I could just make out
the cleft of her bare pussy against her panties.  I wondered how she
would react to having her tiny clitty rubbed.  I was hoping to find out,
soon.

Stephanie was laying on her stomach, next to Candy.  The bottoms of her
cutoffs were well worn and made her behind look as round and perfect as
it possibly could.  Hmmmm.... what a wonderful spanking I could give to
that bottom.  She had her knees bent with her ankles crossed over each
other, and was rocking her feet back and forth, as little girls tend to
do when they lay on their stomachs; her hands were clasped together and
she was resting on her elbows near the edge of the bed.  Her head was
turned away from the camera, toward her sister, and the pony tail she
kept was bobbing back and forth slightly to emphasize her speech.
Candy let one leg drop over the edge of the bed, and brought the other
one up so that the bottom of her foot was right at the edge of her bed,
next to her other knee.  Her positioning gave me a beautiful view of her
panty-covered pussy; and it gave her sister an even closer view of the
same.

Stephanie shifted her weight just a bit and gave Candy a kiss on the
front of her panties, right above her clit.  Candy's eyes closed as
Stephanie bent her lips for a longer kiss, this one a little lower.  I
realized my cock was as hard as a rock at this point... I'd have to get
some release somewhere - but I decided to wait.

Candy dropped her little hand to stroke her sisters hair gently as
Stephanie kissed her baby pussy.  It didn't look like she was actually
eating her out, but just kissing and loving it.  Stephanie was starting
to arouse herself, too - her hands slipped under her stomach and seemed
to fumble with her zipper for a moment.  When she relaxed, she had her
bottom up in the air just enough to make it obvious that she was
playing with herself as well.

Candy's mouth dropped open and I cursed the lack of sound.  Stephanie's
kisses were more passionate, now with what looked like a bit more
sucking, but still through the front of Candy's panties.  Candy put her
free hand in her mouth and sucked on two of her fingers; her other hand
was petting her sister's head gently as her hips started to rock,
seemingly on their own.

Stephanie's hands came into sight, and just as I was starting to think I
couldn't stand another second, she kissed her sister quickly on the leg
next to the legband of her panties, and sat up to re-button her jeans.
Candy looked at her pleadingly, and she said something I couldn't make
out.  Candy nodded, resignedly, and asked another question.  It became
obvious they were arguing about something, but I wasn't sure what
(although I had a good guess).

I switched off the monitor.  Right now, my mouth was dry, I was starting
to breath hard, and my cock was so hard I was ready to jack off myself
just for some relief.  But that would have been foolish; I was going to
meet these two little angels soon - and three of their little
friends.

I wasn't sure I would make it.


CHAPTER TWO - The meeting

A little oriental girl answered the door.  She looked up at me,
wide-eyed, not quite beleiving what she was seeing, and I looked down at
her, not quite beleiving a girl could be so beautiful.  She was wearing
a "baby-doll" nightgown that just fell past her waist; I got the
distinct impression that if she lifted her arms over her head, I would
be able to tell for sure whether or not she was wearing any panties.  I
resisted the urge to ask her to do so right away.

I was dressed as I usually was; all black, with a pair of jeans and a
sleeveless T-shirt.  My hair, without having been cut for ten or so
years, hung most of the way down my back - I had hunted far and wide
before I finally found some lotions and shampoos I could use to make it
more manageable.  I wasn't armed as I usually was (to the teeth), but I
had one gun visible and several knives and throwing stars tucked away
where I could get to them quickly.  When you're as "wanted" as I am, you
learn never to go out without some form of defense.  Of course, the gun
was superfluous, but it was mostly there to ward off trouble; not that I
expected any, unless this was some kind of trap.  I was starting to
doubt it, though.

"What's your name, darling?" I asked the little girl who was staring at
me in wonderment.

"I'm... Asa," she replied, beaming at me.

"Is Stephanie and Candy's mother home?"

"Y-Yes!" she replied, coming to her senses. "She told me to come get
you.  She said if I took too long, I would get a spanking."  The smile
she gave me told me all I needed to know - she had already taken longer
than she thought was necessary.

"Well, lead on, then," I commanded, grinning at her.  She grinned back
and took my hand.  Her eyes were about level with my sternum, and I had
to smile at the thought of this little angel leading me through the
small apartment.

I stepped into the same bedroom I had installed the camera; I glanced up
at it's hiding place briefly and was satisfied to see that it was
completely invisible - I knew where it was, and I couldn't find it.  I
glanced around the room.  Stephanie and Candy were both on the bed,
dressed as they were before, but both were sitting, almost at attention.
A curly-haired redhead dressed in a denim mini-skirt and bikini top was
sitting in a chair in front of a desk next to the bed.  The fifth little
girl, a straight haired blond girl about the same age as Stephanie (as
all of them but Candy looked to me), was wearing a ruffled miniskirt and
a tank-top.  I thought it was odd that little Asa was wearing a
nightgown while the other four were dressed; but I wasn't asking any
questions.  They were a vision beyond what I had hoped for.  And for a
minimal price, it looked like I would be "purchasing" them tonight.
None of them could beleive their eyes.  I do have a tendency to turn
some heads, since I've been on every "wanted" show on television at
least ten times.  (I have every episode on tape, too.  They make great
entertainment.  Of course, I've never seen an actor who even came close
to a convincing me).  I had a tendency to be the harbinger of riots and
mass destruction, and a bit of death, kidnapping (by the loose
definition of the word as the FBI defines it), and pillaging on the
side.  Although this had the general effect of pissing off the
law-abiding public, I didn't really give a damn for the law-abiding
public.

Usually when I dared show my face in a public place (which was as often
as I possibly could make an excuse to), I was promptly "arrested", which
was half the fun of showing my face at all.  Unfortunately, this didn't
leave much room for contact with the outside world.  So it only seemed
natural that these girls were a bit in awe of meeting a celebrity - who
most people had never seen, even on TV.  But, as I had learned,
they had even deeper reasons for being surprised by the sight of me.
In the center of the far wall, leaning against it, was their mother.  At
least, she was Stephanie and Candy's mother.  She and I had met before,
almost a week ago, and she had been as startled as everybody else was
when she first saw me.  But she was beautiful, and she had that
strong-submissive-fun quality I look for in women, so I decided to take
her with me.

It had been about a week ago that I had been on the mainland to follow
up a recent breakout we had effected from a penitentiary called a
"catholic girl's school".  We had recruited three new girls, and one
guy who was just too much fun to leave behind.  But one of the girls
mentioned that she had a sister still living in the prison who might
want to join; I went, found the girl, and determined that, although she
really was cute, she was, on the inside, the butchest, most lesbian
battle-axe I'd ever met.  Giving up, I stopped by the local mall
(downtown LA - something ALWAYS happens when I stop by THAT local mall).
But before I got in, I saw this woman.  She looked like she was in her
late twenties (I found out later early thirties), but she was, like I
said, really what I look for in women.  She stopped and asked if I really
was who she thought I was, and of course I answered yes, and I guess you
could say we struck it off right there.

I decided to take her for a drive with me, so we took off in the
lamborghini.  Once she got over her initial shock, she started talking.
For a while it was mundane, but I let her go until she got to the good
stuff, which I knew was coming.

"So, what's involved in becoming a recruit?"

"Hmmm... What do you know about my island?"

"A lot.  I think I know what's involved, but I just wanted to make sure.
And, I think I qualify."

I wondered about this, noticing her age, but I kept my peace.
"Well, then you tell me.  What do you think?"

She winced, then recovered.  Okay, I thought, you're on the spot,
sweetheart.

Let's see how you do. "Well, I know your dress code.  No underwear - no
panties, no bra - and no shoes.  Right?"

"That's part of it."

"Okay, for a girl, you look for submissive, right?"

"Yes, and I don't pick around about it either.  We're very anti-feminist
around there.  That's not to say that you have to agree with everything
I say or do, but I hate pushy."  I tried not to say it too harshly,
because I knew the culture shock between politically-correct America to
my honest island was a bit much for some people.  She seemed to take it
in stride and nodded.

"I am." She smiled sweetly, as if trying to demonstrate the level of her
deference.  Hmmm... could use a bit of work, but at least she didn't
take an attitude with me. "I'm also... umm..."

"Bi?" I finished for her.

She blushed.  "Yes.  I like girls, too, but..."

Ah-ha, I thought, here it comes.  "But what?"

"But mostly I like... mostly I like little girls."

I almost drove into a tree.  That was a first!  Most of the news reports
on me had me as a child abducting baby snatcher.  Of course, I denied
all this in public (well, sort of; I didn't have any real publicity here
on the mainland), but I guessed it was no secret on the island that I
did like little girls.  I was surprised to hear it from a potential
recruit, though.  I wondered if it was true, or if she was just playing
a hole card to get on the island.  Either way, I was impressed, and a
lot shocked.  Both of which probably counted plus for her.
I finally recovered.  Well, no point in being political.  "So do I.  I
like women, too, but I like little girls for... well, the things little
girls can do."

She breathed a sigh of relief.  I could understand that - she had
gambled, and it had paid off.  Then she tried to drive me into another
tree.

"I have two daughters - they would really like to meet you."


CHAPTER THREE - The Family

So we had talked.  I almost came home with her then, but she told me
her daughters would need some time to get used to the idea of moving to
DOA island.  I agreed, and told her I would get in touch with her
Saturday and see what the verdict was.  Of course, I could wait, if she
had made me (or so I told myself).  Instead, I dropped a tracer on her,
found her apartment, and installed the hidden camera.

As she had promised, they were beautiful, and incredibly sexual for
their ages.  She explained that their father had run off when she was
twenty-one, and Candy was two.  She had gone to work, but she could never
seem to make enough to keep up with the bills, raising two young daughters
alone, without so much as a high school diploma.  She began to daydream
about my island, which, of course, she had heard about for a long time.
Of course, that took a turn when mainland day happened there in LA - but
in her case, a turn for the better.

That was when she first saw me, she explained, and the rest of my group.
To her, we were so strong, and so vital and powerful, that we
represented not just A way of life, but THE way of life.  After mainland
day, while everybody else was cursing us, she started studying
everything there was to study about us (not that there was much
then); mostly everything she got, she got from Rob's book.  She
determined she would be ready for the next mainland day.  She started
tutoring five-year old Stephanie in the ways of the island;
submissiveness, sexuality and love for man or woman.

Next year, of course, we had another mainland day, but this one was in
Chicago, Illinois.  She was not discouraged, though, because she was
convinced that someday she would meet me, and she would be ready for the
island - and so would her girls.

The girls lived, ate, slept and breathed DOA.  I became a God to them.
Their mother, Erica, wanted to save their virginity for me, but to
prepare them as much as possible for the day they met me.  They
practiced giving blow-jobs to bananas; played with vibrators to increase
sensitivity; and fucked each other - and Mommy.  They slept together every
night, and were welcomed, and encouraged, to explore each others bodies, and
learn the art of giving pleasure.

Erica also found it necessary to teach them submission - and to love it.
She tormented them by tying their hands and then tickling their clits
with feathers, vibrators, and her own hands.  She gave them stern hand
spankings on almost a daily basis; they learned to spank each other, and
they loved it.  After not too long, they were begging for their nightly
spankings; and begging to be tied up and teased.  One of their favorite
games (sexually, that is), was one where Erica would tie their hands above
their heads, facing each other.  Since Candy was always about a head
shorter, she couldn't quite suck her sister's nipples, but she tried as
hard as she could.  Erica stood behind with a paddle and spanked them
until they begged - and when Erica determined they had had enough, she
let them both down and tied their hands behind their backs, so they
couldn't play with themselves.  Sometimes she would put them to bed like
that, restrained so that they couldn't releive each other, or maybe so
that they were in sixty-nine - but dressed too coveringly to really get
at each other's pussies.  Of course, if she was incredibly aroused by
the game, one of them would spend some time with her head between
Erica's legs.

When Stephanie was eight, her ears and nipples got pierced.  She wore
her new nipple rings and earrings with pride, and found great pleasure
when Erica started taking out the nipple-rings and using clamps and
clothespins on her baby nipples to sensitize her.  After not too long,
Stephanie's little nipples were in a state of constant erection, and the
slightest contact would leave her shuddering.  Erica loved to use this
against her; tie her up and make her beg for orgasm; Candy even got
turns as the tormentor, which she loved, since Stephanie got to spank
Candy often.  Since Stephanie was older, she was told she could use
Candy for whatever purposes she wanted.  By this time, of course, what
she always wanted was sex, so Candy found herself tied in weird
positions and forced to give head - and if she didn't do a good job...
twenty swats.  Candy loved it, though, and always found an excuse to get
her swats before it was over.  On the other hand, when she got to put
the biting, stinging nipple clamps on Stephanie's prepubescent titties,
she got the same thrill.  She even got to sit on Stephanie's face
sometimes, while Erica tormented her nipples.  She would rub her pussy
against the soft little tongue and watch Erica alternately clip and
caress the little nipples, arousing Stephanie to a state of frenzied
passion, but constantly deny her any release.  Of course, when Erica
couldn't take any more, she traded places with Candy and got her own
orgasm.

As she took them through their paces, it became apparent to Erica that
she was getting as much of a thrill out of all of this as the little
girls were.  She hadn't had a man in a long time, but her daughters were
such good pussy-lickers, she had a wonderful substitute.  After awhile,
although the theme of the DOA never faded, she realized that she wanted
this for reasons other than DOA-worship.

When Stephanie was nine, she started recruiting other girls.  The three
successes were Asa, Tiffany, and Deanna, who all came over for the same
training as Stephanie and Candy, almost every weekend.  They, too, were
promised a place on DOA island if they were perfectly behaved recruits.
And now it looked as though they were going to get their wish.  Of
course, I was to test their enthusiasm first.


CHAPTER FOUR - The Test

Asa was still holding my hand.  I stepped in closer behind her and
clasped my hands in front of her chest, with my wrists resting just
below her chin.  She nestled against me, the small of her back pressed
against my cock, which was starting to rise to the occassion.  Erica
walked over to her and stroked her cheeks.

"Well," she asked me, "what do you think?"

"They're beautiful, just as you promised," I replied, and got a kick out
of the little girls beaming at the compliment.

"And well behaved," she smiled.

"We'll see."

I brought my hand up to cup Asa's right nipple.  She looked up at me and
smiled; I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her.  She tried to
make it a french-kiss, but I pulled away and rubbed her chest with the
palm of my hand.

Suddenly, the other four were all around, crying "me, too", and I let go
of Asa.

"Well, girls.  Your mother has told me that you all would like to come
to my island.  Would you?"

"Yes!  Yes, please!" they all responded immediately.

"Do you know what's expected of the girls on my island?"

They all nodded quickly, most of them smiling.

"Well, normally I have to see you do all the things good little island
girls do before I can bring you there.  Would you like to show me?"
Again, they all replied affirmatively.  Suddenly, I was at a loss.  What
now?  How to best approach this?  I wanted to try everything with them,
but for Christ's sake, there weren't enough hours in the day.  Although
my cock was already hard and ready for action, I realized I had to slip
them into this slowly, whether they realized it or not.

"I need to talk to Erica for a little while, so you girls can do
whatever you would like for a while.  We'll be back a little later."

Everybody was surprised by that, including me.  But what else?  Line them
up in the middle of the room and say "put on a show for me"?  They would
have, but for Christ's sake, what would they think of me then?

Unquestioningly obedient harem-slaves sound like a lot of fun, but they
manage to lose their charm (somehow) by not being free thinkers.  When
I had first started recruiting, I had picked up a lot of girls like this
(there are more than you would think; probably more than are not), and they
had been fun for awhile, but I started to realize something was missing.
I finally realized it was respect.  If you're just going to fuck a girl
a few times and forget about her, the hell with whether or not she
respects you.  But if you have to see her every day, that lack of
respect starts to rub off on you.  Sex isn't any fun - they do it, but
they seem to be "getting one over on you".

So I modified my recruiting standards.  I was looking for submissive,
but I was looking for fun and headstrong at the same time.  Those kind
of girls are incredibly hard to find.  They yield in bed, love to be
tied up and spanked; but they thought of new things to try as often as I
did.  They were the kind I could talk to after sex (unfortunately, I was
not capable of constant sex.  I tried, really hard, but I have to take
five minute breaks every once in a while), and they were usually doing
something interesting when I found them not having sex.  But, they were
nymphos at heart, and were usually having sex with each other when I
found them.  Which was also fine with me.

But this was something else entirely.  These girls literally worshipped
me.  Just to walk in and start ordering them around, acting like a boor;
they would not only lose respect for me, they'd hate my guts.  It had to
be spontaneous - they had to initiate it, or it couldn't happen at all.
So I left them in the bedroom alone and walked out into the kitchen with
Erica and made some coffee.

CHAPTER FIVE - The Game

"That wasn't what I expected you to do," she explained as we sipped
coffee.  We could hear some banging around from the bedroom, and I
wondered spiritedly what was going on in there.  I had some intriguing
ideas.

"If they're coming to the island, we'll have lots of time to play," I
replied.  "I didn't want to just do everything right away and spoil all
the suspense.  I figure you and I can sit down, relax, maybe watch a
movie, and let them get used to the idea of me being here.  Sooner or
later they'll wander out; I'll start slipping into my role as a 'tester'
then.  That way it's more spontaneous, and they don't have to feel like
they're under the spotlight."  I smiled and sipped my coffee.  "This is
sort of an art form, you know.  A good recruit wants to be recruited for
more reasons than just one, and that's one of the things I have to find
out about them."

She looked horrified.  "So they might not make it?"

I tried not to laugh.  Of course I would be taking them to the island, I
thought.  But the test still has to be there, and they have to pass.
But I wouldn't still be here if it wasn't obvious they were going to.
"Just let it happen.  Sit down, see if there's anything on TV."

We did, and she seemed to get more and more uncomfortable as minutes
passed by.  Finally, though, Candy came out into the living room.
"Can I watch with you guys?" she asked.  I smiled and told her of course
she could, and she sat down next to me, not sure what to do.  I put my
arm around her, and she seemed immensely relieved as she snuggled up
against my side.  She was wearing the cotton elastic panties and the
T-shirt that exposed her belly-button; she felt so good against me, my
mouth went dry again.  I started stroking her hair and she set her head
in my lap.

Before I knew what was going on, little hands were unzipping my fly and
those same warm little hands were pulling my rock-hard cock free of my
jeans.  The little sweetheart wasted no time, with her head right there
in my lap.  Her tiny lips were immediately wrapped around my cockhead and
she was sucking like she'd been preparing for this all her life.  Which,
I realized, she had.

Erica noticed what was going on, and didn't know how to react.  I guess
deep down she had mixed feelings.  On one hand, she was sure I was going
to freak and make Candy stop - on the other hand, there had to be a bit
of jealousy.  I was lord now, and she was my humble servant.  But, true
to form, she just watched, awestruck that IT was really starting to
happen.

For my part, I was having trouble cataloguing Erica's reactions.  The
feeling of the little darling with my huge cock in her baby mouth was
too much.  I was stroking her back and bottom through the fabric of her
panties; this encouraged her, and she started using her tongue and
trying to swallow as much as her little mouth could handle.  I was
surprised that she fit almost half of it in her mouth without missing a
stroke.  Her right hand was wrapped around the base of my cock, and her
left hand was rubbing her clitty furiously.  Her sucking was getting
more frantic, and I started to feel like I would shoot off a load down
her throat.

Which I didn't want to do at all.  I wasn't sure if she wanted it or
not, or even if she new what to expect from a cock - after all, mine was
the first real one she had seen.  Instead, I put my hand on her cheek
and lifted her head from it, until it came out of her mouth with an
audible pop.  She looked up at me with an expectant smile on her face.
I kissed that expectant little smile, and slid my cool hand up her
T-shirt, to her hot nipple.  As I expected, it was totally soft, but it
responded to my touch.  Not as much as I would have hoped; but I could
feel it getting a bit harder and her breathing intensified.  She removed
her left hand from the front of her panties and grabbed my wrist with
both hands, pressing it in further.  I reached around with the other
hand and slid it down the front of her panties.

I couldn't beleive how soft her skin was.  Honestly - I had forgotten
that nothing on the planet was as soft as little-girl pussy.  From their
belly buttons, right down to their clitties, they have a warmness, and a
smoothness, that just doesn't exist anywhere else.  I spent a long time
running my hand up and down this complete softness, and then slipped my
index finger onto her clit.

This got a reaction immediately.  She pitched forward and buried her
face in my neck, which she began kissing desperately.  I stroked it
twice and whispered in her ear, "would you like it inside you?"
She stiffened.  She was frightened, but she DID want it.  She nodded
apprehensively, knowing she was about to feel something she had never
felt before.

She slipped her panties down to her knees, and I helped her get them
down to her ankles, and from there she kicked them off.  She left the
T-shirt on, and I pulled it up so her tiny, slightly stiffened nipples
were showing, and set her down on my cock.

It was as tight as I expected.  She got about half an inch down when she
bounced immediately up, as if she had sat on something hot.  I smiled
and kissed her nipples, and she slid her little baby pussy back onto my
cock.  This time she did it more slowly, and sucked in air sharply as
she took about an inch of it into her.  I realized Tiffany was also
there, working her tongue away at my balls.  I wondered how long she had
been doing this.  It could have been the whole time, for all I would
have noticed.

Candy bounced back up and slid back down, inhaling sharply again as she
did so, determined to take it all into her.  I grabbed her back and neck
with both hands, stood up without moving her from the position she was
in, and laid her down on the couch so I was on top.  I knew that
controlling the action was a constant struggle for the poor little
darling, and I also knew I would go insane if I didn't take over a bit.
Still, though, I knew it had to be done almost unbearably slowly, or it
would hurt her too much to continue.  I glanced to my right and noticed
Tiffany sucking on Erica's now uncovered titties; good, I thought, that
means Erica's getting into this too, and isn't jealous of me any longer.
I slipped my cock further into Candy.  She bit down on my chest and held
her teeth there.  It hurt, and just made me want to fuck her harder.
Instead I slipped it out and then back in, and started working up a
steady, but maddeningly slow, rythm, trying to fit more into her each
time.

Then I noticed Asa standing there, watching longingly.  "Would you like
to play too, sweetheart?" I asked her.  Her eyes lit up and she ran over
to me and started kissing my neck.  I slipped my cock out of Candy and
her whole body trembled with releif - some other time, I thought.  I
rose to my knees and slipped my hard, throbbing cock into Asa's open,
willing little mouth.  She was reaching up and I could see the tip of
what looked like silky little-girl panties covering her pussy.  She
wrapped both hands around my cock and sucked as eagerly as I could have
hoped for.

"Use your hands to play with yourself, darling," I commanded.  Without
hesitation, she lifted up her short nightgown and slid both of her hands
down the front of her pretty little panties, now using just her neck to
blow me.  I reached over to where Candy was laying, now watching, and
started rubbing her uncovered baby pussy.  She was even more sensitive
this time, and started moaning for me, grabbing my wrist with both hands
again so I wouldn't stop.  Which I had no intention of doing.

The other two were there, Stephanie and Deanna, just watching.  I smiled
at them, with one hand stroking Candy's pussy and the other hand
stroking Asa's hair as she sucked at my cock.  Forcing my voice even, I
nodded to Stephanie, "I think little Candy would like her little pussy
kissed.  Would you like to do that for her?"

Stephanie, unsure how to react, just walked around the couch to where
Candy was laying, bare from the belly down, pressing her tiny pussy
against my rough hand.  Stephanie's nipples were exquisitely hard as
they pressed against her shirt - I noticed the outline of the nipple
rings, now, which I hadn't been able to see earlier.  I pulled my hand
away from Candy, and put it on the back of Stephanie's head, where she
had her hair pulled back into a cute little ponytail.  I guided it to
the bouncing, throbbing, little-girl pussy on the couch.

Asa was swallowing more than half of my cock and slowly releasing it on
each thrust.  She would dip her head forward, using just her neck (since
her hands were both in her panties), and suck down as much of it as she
could, and then slip her mouth back away.  Her little tongue was working
frantically, swirling around my cockhead when it could reach, pressing
against the shaft otherwise.  She was standing up on her knees and both
hands were writhing around inside her silky little panties, stroking her
clitty furiously.  Her little mouth felt so warm and good against my big
cock that it was all I could do to hold still and not try to rock my
hips in time with her thrusts.  I kept one hand on the back of her head,
stroking her silky hair, taking care not to push her head further onto
my cock than she could manage.  The other hand was stroking Candy's
little nipples after I pulled her shirt up to expose them.
Stephanie was doing her part as well.  She bent forward and
french-kissed her baby sister's tiny pussy lovingly, falling onto her
hands and knees on the couch.  Her mouth was wrapped around the little
clit and I could see her tongue working away at the little girl's
sensitive spot.  Candy was thrusting her hips passionately into her
sister's face and pressing her small chest against my exploring hand.
Her mouth was wide open and she was moaning with pleasure, but with a
moan only a prepubescent girl could accomplish - I realized Asa was
doing the same thing, the sounds escaping around my cock.
Stephanie started to undo her cutoffs, but I reached down and caught her
hand.  "No, " I admonished, "you may play with yourself only if I give
you permission.  Do you understand?"  Her face came away from Candy's
pussy and she looked at me with moist, worshipping eyes.

"Please?" she begged.  "I'm so horny - please at least let me touch
myself!"

By way of answer, I set my hand on the back of her head and guided her
lips back to her little sister's pussy.  She let out a frustrated squeal
and began wiggling her hips as a way of releiving her unquenched lust.
I was sure it wasn't working, and I smiled.  Yes, darling, you will
learn what I expect from my submissives - I don't intend to let you have
any release until you're ready for my cock.  And by then, you'll be
begging.

Deanna was standing in front of me, with her hands clasped in front of
her.  She looked near tears from having been unnoticed this long.  I
took Asa's hands and slipped them from her panties, and when she looked
up at me in surprise I slipped my cock from her wonderful little mouth.
She gave me the same frustrated look Stephanie had, and I decided it was
time for round two.


CHAPTER SIX - The Spanking

Erica was topless, and so was Tiffany, having slipped her little bikini
top up to her armpits.  Her little denim miniskirt was unzipped in the
front, and her right hand was inside it, working at her pussy.

Apparently these girls were all used to masturbating; good, I thought, I
can use that to control them as well.

By now, all of them, with the possible exception of Deanna, who hadn't
been doing anything at all just yet, were worked up into a sexual
frenzy.  Now was the time to make them work for release, and find out
how they reacted.

This was the most fun part of the "test".

I walked behind Erica, knelt down, and started rubbing her uncovered
breast.  It was a sensual shock to cup a full breast instead of a little
girl's flat chest - I knew it would be impossible to survive without
real women.  But little girls were so wonderful in their own way...
"I beleive you promised Asa a spanking," I reminded her.  Her eyes lit
up.  This, apparently, was the sort of behavior she had been waiting
for.

She smiled at Asa, who smiled back, although she was trembling with
anticipation.  She guessed, correctly, that her "correction" would be
more severe, so as to impress me.  She also seemed determined not to
let me down.  I reached down and pinched one of Tiffany's bare nipples,
hard enough to make her wince, as Erica got up and walked into the
bedroom.

"Do you like to see your sisters get spanked?" I asked her.

"Oh, yes!" she replied, "may I watch?"

"Only if you pinch both of your own nipples, this hard" - I demonstrated
* "until her punishment is over.  Can you do that?"

She nodded docilely, and put her hands in place.  Her fingernails
hesitated over her sensitive little nipples, and I stroked her curly
auburn hair as encouragment.  She clamped her own fingers down on her
little titties, and a little sigh of shock escaped her.  She started to
let go immediately, of course, so I grabbed a handful of her hair, and
held it long enough to give her a good reminder.  She looked up at me
with absolute worship in her eyes, and squeezed even tighter, leaving
marks on either side of the nipples.  Her chest was little-girl flat,
with two bumps for nipples on her tiny body.  She squeezed her eyes shut
and clenched her teeth and I let go of her hair.  "Good girl," I
praised.  "Very good."

She started to recover, and opened her eyes just as Erica returned to
the room.  Her mouth was still open, and her body was rocking back and
forth to lessen the stinging pain of her own tiny hands tormenting her
titties.  I stroked the back of her neck and took up position behind
her, glancing down from time to time to ensure that she was still
punishing herself.  I could see that she was already starting to
enjoy it.

Erica was carrying a wicked-looking braided leather whip.  Asa seemed
familiar with it, and turned around and lifted her nightgown to her
bellybutton when Erica approached.  I had a good side view of her, so I
could watch her face and watch the whip land on her round, perfectly
shaped little behind.  Deanna was on her knees with her hands clasped in
her lap - perfectly submissive, waiting docilely to be commanded.
Hmmm... I would have to examine her further.  Still, it might be nice to
have one in this bunch, and it would be a shame to break the five of
them up - it was obvious they all loved each other like real sisters,
more so because they shared sexual experiences so often.
Stephanie was laying on her back with Candy on top of her.  Her left
hand was resting loosely on her jean-covered pussy, and I reached over
and slapped her leg, hard.  She looked up in surprise and I reminded
her, "Hands to your sides, until you're given permission."  She looked
at me with frustrated longing, her wet little eyes mirroring worship and
lust as she wrapped her hands around Candy, who was completely
unclothed.  Erica looked over and smiled at me - apparently that was one
of her favorite tricks, too.

"Asa," she asked the trembling little girl, holding her nightgown up
with her hands pressed against her belly, "I told you not to take too
long when the doorbell rang.  Did you follow my orders?"

Asa fearfully shook her head no.

"You know that little girls need constant correction, don't you?"

She nodded her head affirmatively.

"Do you need to be corrected?"

She hesitated, and then nodded again.

"Very well," she explained, then looked up at me.  "What sort of
punishment would you recommend?" she asked, smiling widely.
"Give her ten swats on her pantied bottom with your whip - then let the
other four give her three each on her bare bottom."

Asa stiffened, and accidentally let her nightgown drop.  She scrambled
to lift it back up, and I said immediately "make it four each.  Twenty-six
strokes tonight.  Then we'll see how well-behaved she is."

I glanced down at Tifanny, who was rocking back and forth in frustration
by now.  I knew that little starbursts of pain were hitting her, but
like a good little slave, she followed my orders.  She looked most
intrigued by the thought of giving little Asa four swats.  Ah-ha, I
thought, something else to bear in mind.  Deanna is my little
submissive, and Tiffany is my little dominant.  I'll definitely enjoy
having you girls on my island.


CHAPTER SEVEN - The Punishment

Erica began the punishment slowly.  The first stroke caught Asa
completely off-guard, and she squealed immediately, bunching her hands
together in her nightgown.  I winced, then remembered that Erica had
told me the apartment had been soundproofed a long time ago.  The second
stroke brought a sigh of pain from the little angel, as did the third
and the fourth.  She began to moan softly between strokes and her eyes
were shut tight.  Not having been told not to, Candy was stroking
herself again, and Stephanie pulled her hand away.  I smiled - misery
loved company, and it was obvious that poor little Stephanie was
miserably excited.  You'll get some before the night is over, I told her
silently.

Erica was beginning to get worked up.  It would have been obvious
watching her, had she not told me already, that this was her real source
of sexual release - the punishment and correction of pre-teen baby
girls.  Of course, it was getting me a bit worked up also.  I stroked
little Tiffany's head as she endured her own torment near silently, although
a soft moan had started to build up in her throat.  I slipped my finger
between her lips and let her concentrate on sucking it like a good little
girl.

Erica gave Asa her last three strokes rapidly, and Asa squealed each
time.  Her golden little bottom was getting red from the punishment, and
she had sixteen more to go.  I nodded towards Deanna and Erica handed
her the whip.  Before she stepped away, she slipped Asa's little-girl
silky panties down to her ankles, and Asa stepped out of them.
Deanna seemed unsure as to what to do with the whip.  She held it as far
away as she could and swatted little Asa once impotently.  All the same,
Asa gave a little yelp, more from surprise than anything else.  Deanna
pulled the whip back further the next time, to get a bit better motion
into her swing, and made a soft slap sound against Asa's tormented behind.
She started to get into it, and Erica had to stop her before she landed
the fifth swat.  She murmured an apology and handed the whip back to
Erica.

I took Candy's hand and she rose from the couch off of her big sister.
Her shirt had been stripped from her at some point and her body was
completely nude, one of the most beautiful things I had seen in a
long time.  I put my hand on her bare back and guided her towards Asa,
who was sobbing by now.  Twelve to go, I thought.

Candy accepted the whip less hesitantly than Deanna, but it seemed as
though she was equally unfamiliar with it.  She gave Asa's bottom a baby
slap with the whip, the braids falling away as soon as it hit.  She
looked up at me with surprise and expectation, and I nodded back to her
seriously.  She pulled her arm back and slashed the whip through the air
as hard as she could, eliciting a yelp from poor little Asa.  This
seemed to be the hardest stroke she had endured all night.  The naked
baby tormenting the little angel with an adult-sized whip was an
incredible sight - and Erica loved it, too.  Candy's third stroke was
equally forceful, and Asa gave an elongated yelp that bordered on a
scream.  I wondered if she could take the whole punisment I had
sentenced her to.

Candy threw the fourth one with everything she had, her little body
gleaming as she did so.  Asa's reddened bottom-cheeks jiggled as she
accepted the last stroke with a moan.  I wondered if Candy knew
exactly how much pain she was inflicting - she didn't seem to be moved
by Asa's obvious torment.  She was, however, keeping count, because she
handed the whip to me when she was finished.

With the whip in my left hand, I reached down with my right to envelop
Tiffany's wrist and let her relax her pinch on her nipples.  Her whole
body sighed with relief and she stood up with love and gratitude in her
eyes - then she accepted the whip.  I had been looking forward to this;
I had already marked Tiffany as my little dominant, and I wanted to see
how well she handled the punishing end of this game.

She seemed to handle it well, lashing out four even, hard strokes
expertly.  Each one drew a little squeal from Asa, who was sobbing and
moaning now.  Her left hand slipped down to massage her tormented
bottom, and Erica grabbed her wrist and moved her hand back to her
nightie.  Tiffany looked even more excited when she realized how Asa was
reacting to her punishment; she looked up at me with her sensuous
little-girl eyes and asked to be allowed to punish Asa further.

"No," I replied, "she only has four to go, and Stephanie hasn't had a
turn yet."  I turned to her, and she looked up at me with longing.

"Would you like to take your turn now?"

She nodded quickly and accepted the whip from Tiffany.  Asa was begging
to be let go, and when she realized Stephanie was next, she started
promising anything to Stephanie if she would just be gentle with her.  I
saw a gleam in Stephanie's eyes that told me all I needed to know - like
I said, misery loves company.

Asa screamed with the first lash.  I hadn't thought little Stephanie had
the power in her arms to deliver such a blow, but the sound of the whip
cracking across Asa's behind echoed through the small apartment, almost
as loud as the scream.  Stephanie drew out the next lash, listening to
Asa sniffle and beg before she struck again.  Her pent-up lust was
channeled through the whip and Asa screamed again, and burst into tears.
I glanced over at Candy, and saw that Tiffany had comandeered her
services; Candy had her face buried between Tifanny's legs, her little
denim skirt pushed up to her waist.  She was watching the proceedings
with obvious delight, and both hands were gripping little Candy's hair,
ensuring that she did a good job.

The third lash Stephanie gave to her sister seemed to catch them both by
surprise, and Asa almost stifled her scream.  This time, both her hands
slipped around to cover her tormented bottom, but Erica was standing
nearby and pulled both her hands away and held them by the wrists in
front of her.  Asa's nightgown had slipped down and was covering her, so
Stephanie had to lift it up to deliver number four.  Asa was in mid-sob
when it landed, and screamed again, pleading for it to be over, which
she didn't seem to realize it was.


CHAPTER 8 - The Unification

I walked over and put my arms around Asa, holding her to me.  Her eyes
were still wet from crying, but she was termbling with anticipation
rather than in fear or shame.  I kissed her again, for the second time
that night, and this time her response was fiercer.  I let her slip her
talented little tongue inside my mouth, and slipped my hands down to her
warm, tomented behind and stroked it softly.

Erica was behind her, stroking the back of her head as she kissed me
harder and deeper.  I was starting to wonder if she was ever going to
let me stop when she pulled away and buried her beautiful face in my
neck.  I slipped my hands up to the hem of her nightgown and slipped it
up over her head, pausing to let Erica move her hands.

Her prepubescent body was one of the most breathtaking I had ever seen.
Her chest had that flat/chesty look that little girls get when their
breasts just start to grow in.  Her skin was golden and lovely
everywhere, and there was no trace of hair on her pussy; it seemed as if
she might never have any.  Her slim hips rounded just enough to make her
look like a tiny woman, which made her even more attractive.  Her curves
contrasted with Candy's undeveloped body, but they were both heart-
stoppers.

I sucked one of her tiny titties into my mouth, kneeling down on one
knee to reach my mouth down to it.  She breathed in sharply, reacting
immediately.  She seemed to have completely forgotten her spanking now,
even as her mother stroked her soft little bottom.

Stephanie was standing nearby, so I pulled her close.  She seemed to
react to being so close to Asa's nude little body, and started kissing
Asa with as much intensity as Asa had been kissing me a few minutes ago.
I reached over and unsnapped and unzipped Stephanie's cutoffs and her
whole body sagged with relief.
I pushed her gently over to the couch, and Asa followed, wanting to
"make out" with her some more.  I layed the gorgeous ten-year-old back
on the couch and laid on top her after shedding the last of my
superfluous clothing (I thought, briefly, about the gun and made sure it
was close by so I could get to it in a hurry).  I slipped my hand down
to her crotch, assuming that I would have to play with her a bit before
she was ready, but she was already soaked; apparently she had been
thinking about this for a long time, now.
I slipped into her, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.  It was
that wonderful.  As wet and slippery as she was, she was also incredibly
tight.  Her entire body seemed dedicated to holding me inside, and I
had only slipped a bit of my cock inside her.  She tightened her arms
around me and pressed her stomach and tits against my front as hard as
she could.  Her face was buried in my neck and I could feel her soft
breath quicken against my skin as I slid a bit further into her.
Asa was there, too, stroking my hair and back, wanting to help as much
as she could.  Erica was on her knees, stroking her pussy as she watched
me take her eldest daughter's virginity.  Although I had already popped
Candy's cherry earlier that night, there was something more sensual
about the union I had made with Stephanie.  Her hands were clenching and
unclenching furiously as I slid three-fourths of my cock, an impossibly
huge amount for such a small girl, into her.
Candy was still licking Tiffany's pussy and doing a good job, judging
from Tiffany's moans of encouragement.  Deanna, who had been sitting on
the couch after she had finished spanking Asa, was playing with herself
and watching me fuck her sister intently.  For my part, I was done
paying attention to everybody else, and focused myself on Stephanie.
Her shirt was still on, so I pulled it off, disconnecting from her for a
second, but leaving my cock inside her.  After I hugged her to me again,
I started thrusting in and out, faster than I should have but slower
than my body wanted to.  Her little cries seemed to come from the back
of her throat, and built in intensity with each stroke I gave her.
I felt Asa climb onto my back and reach her little arms around both of
us and this just made me thrust harder and faster.  I began to wish I
could hold it in, but too soon, I felt my orgasm approaching and I
exploded inside the little angel.  I held her close to me and didn't
pull away for several seconds, after kissing her for a long time.


CHAPTER 9 - The judgment

Tiffany and Candy were finished with each other, too, but I had no idea
how long ago that had been.  I realized I had been fucking Stephanie for
a very long time, and Erica seemed impressed, although the little girls
had no idea how long a man SHOULD be able to last.  And, I have to
admit, I was a bit impressed with my own performance.
I looked up at the beautiful, expectant little eyes surrounding me and
said "So, when would you ladies like to move to my island?"

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