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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.

This is the sequel to a story I wrote about six months ago, called
"recruits". This story picks up exactly where the last one left off (if
you missed it the first time, let me know, and I'd be happy to repost
it). I kind of went a different way with this story (what's the fun of
writing a sequel if you don't change a few things around), but I think
it worked out well.

I got some pretty good reviews on the first story, and no bad ones,
so I promised a few people that I would write a sequel and release some
time in the coming two weeks. Well, here it is, six months later,
finally finished. What can I say? I'm pretty happy with the outcome,
but let me know what you think. Unless you didn't like it. Then I
don't want to know. Hell, you can tell me you liked it even if you
don't read it. I don't mind. ;)

Both of these stories are based on an idea my brother and I came up
with years ago, when we were both teenagers. Originally, we wanted to
sell it as a comic-book idea to Marvel, but the problem was that neither
of us could draw worth a damn, so that was out.

However, we developed some pretty complicated plotlines and history
for the characters, but we never took it any further than the concept.
I got the idea to write this story when I saw a story based on the
X-men; this story, on the other hand, doesn't violate anybody's
copyright. (Not that I care, mind you).

I hope you like it. It's based on my own fantasies. I will readily
admit that I am a pedophile, and I feel a strong sexual attraction
towards little girls. I've never acted on those feelings, and I never
will; but I think it's still OK to fantasize. ("Big Brother" hasn't
been created yet. Not quite yet, anyway).

As I said, if anybody wants to correspond about it, please feel free.
I'm not shy, and I was kidding when I said I won't accept criticism.
I'll accept any that you have, constructive or otherwise, then I'll send
a mail bomb to your house. (Hey! Just a joke! Put down that
shotgun! I was just kidding!)

If anybody has any ideas for continuing plotlines, let me know. If
the response to this story is good, I've already got a part 3 in mind,
but I'm open to suggestions. I do ask that if anybody wants to expand
this series, and write their own parts (the way New Eden and Bangkok
Slaver were done), please correspond with me first. I'd be happy to
have somebody else contribute, but I've got a few ideas where I want to
go with this, so I don't want anybody going around killing off my
characters.

Well, I guess I've rambled on long enough. The post is in eight
parts:

This post, the Author's note (151 lines)
An Introduction (99 lines)
Chapter 1 (383 lines)
Chapter 2 (171 lines)
Chapter 3 (217 lines)
Chapter 4 (311 lines)
Chapter 5 (669 lines)
Chapter 6 (554 lines)

Chapters 2 and 3 contain no sex (I'm pretty sure there aren't even any
little girls), but they are important to the plot. Don't worry, the
last three chapters make up for the first three. Well, then, bon
appetit!

Introduction

MEET THE CHARACTERS:

Narrator - A twenty something comic-book-super-villain-turned-international-terrorist. Has the power to weild any object, however unlikely, as a weapon; in addition to which, he is the deadliest armsman in the world when he is holding a weapon. He can block bullets with an iron bar; he can take the wings off a moving fly from 200 paces with a thrown rock. He also happens to be a pedophile, always interested in recruiting more underage girls into his harem. He is just returning to his island after having recruited a family of five little girls, aged 7 to 10, as well as their mother. Leader of a terrorist band called the DOA.

His brother - Also a terrorist super-villain; runs the day-to-day operations of the island. Not a pedo, but understanding towards those who are.

Dale - A third terrorist super-villain; his sexual appetites make Casanova look like Mother Theresa. Enjoys older teenagers and young adults; sometimes fantasizes about little girls.
Erica - 32, mother of two; likes to spank little girls.
Stephanie - 10, Erica's oldest girl.
Candy - 7, Erica's youngest.
Asa - 10, little asian girl; "recruited" into Erica's harem.
Tiffany - 11 also "recruited" into Erica's harem; slightly dominant.
Deanna - 10 also "recruited" into Erica's harem; slightly submissive. These six were just inducted in a riotous orgy, and are being taken back to "DOA island", the terrorists' homebase.
Nikki - 12, was born on DOA island; she's been sucking and fucking since she was five. Very flirtatious; she's usually the seductress.
Darla Sweet - 25, mother of two little girls
Laurie - 9, Darla's oldest
Jamie - 8, Darla's youngest
Just innocent girls, until...

Andi - 26, mother of one little girl
Ashley - 7, her daughter
Also just innocent girls, until...

Tawny - 28, mother of two little girls
Jackie - 13, her oldest
Amber - 11, her youngest
Also just innocent girls, until...

Karen - 23, mother of one
Crystal - 5, her daughter
Well....

CHAPTER 1 - The Island

On a mental command from me, my teleportal door opened. It definitely looked like something out of a science fiction novel; one minute we were looking down a deserted alleyway and the next minute a shimmering, rectangular bluish light seemed to rise out of the ground. The door itself was completely opaque. Although it was neon blue and seemed to sparkle, it was something of an optical illusion; if you walked around to the other side of it, you would be able to see me through the space it occupied. It was completely two-dimensional and invisible from the other side.

The little girls gasped in amazement and even their mother, Erica, seemed impressed, although I was sure she had heard of my teleportal already. "Well girls," I asked my five new 'recruits', "are you ready to take a trip to my island?"

"Can we... walk through THAT?" asked little 7-year-old Candy, pointing at the teleportal door. I couldn't blame her for being a bit apprehensive, since the thing looked unreal and forbidding at the same time.

"Of course," I reassured her. "Just follow me," I suggested, before walking through it myself. To their eyes, I just disappeared into thin air, leaving only a ghostly blue trace where I had been just a second ago. I, of course, stepped out on the other side into the teleporter room on my island, half a world away.

The device served the same purpose as the "transporter" on the starship Enterprise (for you Trekkies out there), but worked differently. First of all, the door was permanent. I couldn't just "beam up" the way captain Kirk always did on the TV show; if I teleported to the restroom in Club Sadismo in downtown Atlanta, I had to make my way back there in order to "beam" back. My brother, who had invented and built the amazing device, once tried to explain how it manipulated the space/time curve to create a link between two places, but I couldn't understand what the hell he was talking about (as usual). All I knew was that the thing worked, and if I wanted to go anywhere in the world, I could start from my wonderful little island off the coast of the Phillipines and transport there immediately.

I was about to walk back through and collect the girls, figuring they were too nervous to actually walk through the door, when Stephanie stepped through. She couldn't beleive her eyes; one minute she was standing in a dark alley in downtown LA, the next minute she was in a closed-off room on a mystical tropical island. "I didn't feel a thing!" she exclaimed. "It was the same as walking through a door!" I smiled and hugged my adorable little newfound lover... I couldn't blame her for making such a big deal out of the experience, though. A persons first teleport was always a bit of a spine-tingling experience, even if it was really only the same as walking through a physical door.

One by one, the other four little girls came in. First Candy, followed by Asa, Deanna and finally Tiffany, who was ushered in by their mother. Once I was sure they were all inside, I sent another mental command that closed the teleportal; all of a sudden, the door blinked out of existence, and we were looking at an electrical/metal empty door frame. "Are we... are we really here?" Erica asked me, unable to beleive it herself.

"This is it," I announced. "DOA island!"

The island, as you probably already know, is named after my lawless little band of terrorists. We started out as comic-book style superheroes, but it didn't take long for us to discover that being comic-book style _badguys_ was a LOT more fun. That was when we migrated to the island and started picking up "recruits", who usually wound up serving as sex-slaves for our insatiable appetites. We felt that the name "DOA" would (maybe) strike terror into the hearts of the masses; a desirable quality for terrorists, don't you think?

"Okay, ladies," I announced, "follow me if you will." I led them out into the hallway. Since we were on the fifth floor, where all the DOA members lived, the hall was clear of people, unlike the lower four floors. I led the six to the stairwell and up to the newly added sixth floor, with the two penthouse apartments. "And this," I pushed open the door to the vacant apartment, "is your new home!"

They stepped into the luxuriously spacious apartment in amazement.

Whereas Erica's apartment had been cramped and dark (since it was nighttime in LA right now) the penthouse was wide-open and airy. There were three bedrooms; one for Erica, and two for the girls to split. I expected that Stephanie, Candy and Asa would share one room and Tiffany and Deanna would share the other. The apartment was completely furnished, and the girls rooms were replete with beds, dressers, and tons of clothes in their sizes. While they set about roaming around exploring, Erica and I sat down on the couch in the living room and just chatted, mostly about the island and what was expected of her and the girls. I could hear the five little ones banging around in their bedrooms, squealing with delight... this was really a dream come true to them. And to me, too, of course. What pedophile wouldn't be happy to have four ten-year-olds and a seven-year-old added to his harem?

Erica and I were interrupted by a throat being cleared behind me. I looked up to see Nikki, the 12-year-old who lived in the apartment next door, gazing at me with a bit of anticipation. I was startled at first until I realized I had left the door open; she had just walked in.
"And this little angel," I said by way of introduction, "is your neighbor Nicole." Nikki smiled at the compliment and sauntered over to me and sat down in my lap. I hugged her against me and wrapped one arm around her soft, yielding, little-girl body. She wasn't wearing anything but a pair of panties and my bicep brushed against one of her tiny breasts. She felt it, and snuggled her chest further into my arm.

Erica, being a DOA buff, recognized the name. "Nicole? You're the one who was born here, right?"

Nikki nodded proudly. "I'm the only DOA-baby. My mom and my adopted sisters and me all live nextdoor." She looked at me accusingly. "And _you_ told me we weren't getting our new neighbors for a week." Her innocent little face screwed up in mock indignation, as if she was imitating a jealous lover confronting her beau with evidence of his philandering.
I smiled and kissed her sweet little lips. "I thought you were excited about getting new neighbors to play with!" I protested. She gave me another accusing look and then broke into a grin; this was the first honest little-girl expression she had worn since she had come in the room.

She was about to say something when Stephanie and Deanna ran out from the back of the house, giggling. Since they hadn't had a chance to change clothes since I brought them here from LA, Stephanie was still wearing her cutoff jeans and yellow T-shirt; Deanna, on the other hand, had stripped off her miniskirt and tanktop and was dressed in nothing but a pair of flowery cotton panties, like Nikki. I realized this was the first time I had seen Deanna naked since I had met her; all her sisters had stripped for me, at one time or another, but Deanna, the shy one, hadn't joined our little orgy back in Erica's old apartment the night before.

They were both surprised to see someone else here, so I stood up and let Nikki slide off my lap. "Stephanie, Deanna," I addressed the still-smiling little sweethearts, "this is one of your neighbors. Her name is Nikki."

"Hi, Nikki," Stephanie offered immediately.

Nikki walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Nikki was two years older, so she stood a bit taller than Stephanie, but her budding breasts pressed against Stephanie's nipple rings through her T-shirt, and I could see that Stephanie was aroused by the kiss. "Hi Stephanie. You're really pretty," Nikki told her. Stephanie actually blushed at the compliment, much to my surprise, and Nikki took hold of Deanna's hand and gave her the same get-acquainted kiss, although she didn't rub against Deanna's now mostly naked body as she had Stephanie's. "You're pretty, too, Deanna," Nikki complimented. "I'm going to like having you two for neighbors!" she exclaimed, falling back into her little-girl persona instead of the temptress (which was what she liked to play most of the time). Deanna looked even more surprised than Stephanie, and both seemed to be at a loss for words.

I chuckled. "You two have to get used to a few things about DOA island. Promiscuity is one of them," I explained to the bewildered little ten-year-olds. Stephanie and I had had sex less than an hour ago, but I don't think even that had prepared her for her Nikki's freindly behavior. "Nikki grew up on this island, so she's a bit more pronounced than the rest of us" - I shot her a mischeivous grin and wished she was close enough for me to give a playful swat on the rear - "but a kiss is a pretty normal greeting around here." They nodded at me, and Nikki wrapped her arm around Deanna's naked waist.

"I have a question," asked Erica, speaking up. "Isn't there a rule against girls wearing underwear here?"

I nodded. "Yes, but that rule only applies to adult recruits.

Little girls can wear pretty much whatever they want to; most of them seem to prefer just a pair of panties like Nikki does." I sat back down. "You, however," I motioned to Erica, "are required to remove yours." I grinned at her and she dropped her head demurely. She was thirty-two and I was closer to twenty-two; being bossed around by men ten years younger than she was new to her, but she was willing to accept that. She hiked up her skirt and slipped her hand inside the waistband of her panties when I held up a hand for her to stop.

"Stephanie, come over here," I asked the little darling. "Would you like to take off your mother's panties for the last time ever?" Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head. "Raise you skirt a bit higher, honey," I commanded Erica, who obeyed. Her panties were sheer, designed to entice men, unlike the purely functional cotton panties her daughters wore. I could make out her pubic mound beneath them, and she looked a bit excited; I assumed it was the humiliation, which I already knew she enjoyed.

Stephanie slipped one hand under each legband of her mother's panties and slipped them down to her knees. She had to bend at the waist to push them down the rest of the way, and her face was even with Erica's well-trimmed pussy. With both hands in her mother's underwear, Stephanie kissed her moist cleft; Erica drew a sigh of pleasure when she did so. Stephanie, unable to resist herself, started licking her mother's pussy as she had been since she was five years old. She was good at it, and she loved to do it. I slipped behind Erica and pushed her panties a bit and they fell into a puddle around her ankles. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, and she arched her back against me, continuing to hold up her skirt so her little daughter would have access to her expectant pussy.

I looked up at Nikki and Deanna and was pleased to see that Nikki had made short work of the ten-year-old; her tongue was down Deanna's throat and her hands were on the little prepubescent bottom, exploring and squeezing as a lover would. Her naked titties were pressed against Deanna's similarly naked chest, and Deanna was leaning back a bit, just like the stereotypical dominated woman in a 1950's film.

I was starting to get excited, and my cock was starting to respond, when the beeper I always wear went off... Naturally at the worst possible time, there was an emergency that demanded my attention.

I stepped away from Erica, and she seemed upset to see me go. "I have to take care of something," I explained to the girls, "go ahead and get settled in; I'll be back later tonight to see if you need anything."

Stephanie, who had stopped eating out her mother, nodded at me with sad, puppy-dog eyes, as did Erica. Nikki, characteristically, just nodded at me and waved her hand in dismissal, not looking up from Deanna's mouth.

"One of these days, little girl," I admonished her, "I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit down for a week." I left and I knew Nikki was smiling inside because she knew I meant it. I guessed she was looking forward to it as much as I was.

CHAPTER 2 - The Emergency

"As usual," I complained to my brother as I walked into his lab, "you interrupted me when I was about to have sex."

"That's because there's never a time when you're not having sex," he explained, looking up at me from where he was standing on the ceiling.

"No, I never have sex, because you always set off the damned pager when I'm about to," I retorted, looking up at him, "and get off the ceiling so I can talk to you."

His feet disconnected from the ceiling and he floated gracefully down to the floor, turning slowly in midair as he did so, like an astronaut in the space shuttle. One of his "powers" was what we called his gravity flip; gravity only affected him in ways he wanted it to. If he decided he wanted gravity to pull him towards the walls, he could walk on them. If he decided he would rather be weightless, he floated freely, as he was now.

"As you may have guessed," he explained, "we have an emergency."

"I hope so," I complained, this time a bit more good-naturedly. "I
just recruited four ten-year-old girls, a seven-year-old, and their mother." I grinned when he rolled his eyes. Everybody on the island knew I was part-pedophile, but it wasn't really a big deal here; everybody's attitude was that anything you wanted to do was OK, as long as nobody got hurt. Of course, the fact that I was supreme leader of the DOA, and therefore the island, didn't hurt. Of course, everybody knew I was screwing around with Nikki and her little adopted sisters, so it didn't strike him as much of a surprise that I had brought home a few new young ones.

"Bisexual and submissive, as usual, right?" he asked.

"Of course," I grinned, "I think Nikki's up there either spanking
them or licking their pussies right now."

"And you wonder why you make every 'Most wanted' show in the United States," he shook his head. "Well, anyway. Remember the mind-control device I was working on a few days ago?"
I remembered. He was the inventor; that was another one of his "super powers". He had used that talent to put together the teleportal, the tracer, and the microscopic camera, along with a ton of other useful gadgetry. He had put that talent to creating mind-reading devices for years; that was how I could activate the teleportal with a mental command. A few days ago, he had suggested a mind-_writing_ device, and had gotten to work on it. And, according to his status reports, all it could do at this point was wipe minds completely blank (which had its uses... I had considered turning it on the head of the FBI, Alfred Gomboni. Lately we had been having tons of problems with FBI interference in our "terrorist" activities).

"Well, um... it's gone."

I didn't like that.

"And that's not the worst news."

I really didn't like that.

"It's also attached to one of the androids." (Another invention of
his; completely lifelike androids. 101 uses; try 'em all!)
I was starting to get REALLY upset.

"And the android has been teleported."

Now I WAS upset.

"Teleported? How?" I glared at him, already trying to figure out
what needed to be done about this situation.

"Well, um... see, I was experimenting with ideas on how to disguise the device, and I came up with the idea of putting it on an android... but then I left it alone for a little while, and it was gone," he stammered, a little embarassed.

"And," I paused to enunciate the word, "how do you know it was teleported?"

"Because Cindy saw it walk into the teleportal room." He lowered his eyes, knowing that I was beginning to realize what a potential disaster this could become.

"Okay, back up. How did this happen? Androids don't just wander around teleporting for no good reason. And how did it even get into the teleportal room? The room is locked at all times so recruits can't get in there and teleport all over the place."

He nodded. "I'm not sure why the android decided to teleport off the island; all I can figure is that the mind-control device scattered his circuitry and he misfired a few neurons. As for the teleportal door, well..." at this he started to look embarassed again, "the lock doesn't recognize androids. It's a computer-controlled lock, and it never occured to me to set it to keep androids out. I mean..." he trailed off.

I sighed. "And can I assume you want _me_ to go take care of this?"

He nodded.

"Okay. Get me a description of the android so I can find it, the
coordinates it teleported to... and call Dale up here. I might need his help."

Dale was the one of the four surviving original members of the DOA, the other three being myself, my brother, and my brother's wife, Kathryn. He was also famous on the island for having a libido that made me look like a catholic priest... oh wait, bad choice. Let's say he made me look like somebody who DOESN'T have a lot of sex.

When he arrived, I briefed him, got the coordinates from my brother, armed up, and set off to deal with this little "incident".

Chapter 3 - The Solution

Dale and I stepped through the teleportal into the hallway of a medium-sized apartment complex. I could see that the doors to my left and right had been kicked in, obviously by a superhumanly strong force (such as a psychopathic android). I nodded to Dale and stepped into the apartment on the right. The place looked ransacked, and I was afraid I was going to turn a corner and find a bunch of dead bodies... but what I found wasn't a whole lot better. Apparently the android had activated the mind-erasing device and had wiped out the personalities and memories of the people who lived in this apartment.

There were three of them, a mother and her two little daughters, and they were all just staring off into space like zombies. I waved my hand in front of the mother and she followed it with her eyes, but didn't respond in any other way. One of the little girls seemed to notice me, and asked "who are you?" in an unconcerned voice.

A little on edge, I answered, "Just a friend. I'll be back in a few minutes." She nodded happily with that response, evidently unaware of the danger she was in. If we didn't find that damned android...

We searched the apartment and the one across the hall from it and turned up nothing. The apartment across the hall was similarly occupied, with a mother and her one daughter. This little girl was a bit younger than the other two, maybe seven or so. They both stared off into space, like their neigbors had, apparently having been "erased" the same way.

Dale and I started up the stairs when we heard footsteps. We looked at each other apprehensively, and crouched into a defensive position as we saw the android turn the corner toward us. There was only a nanosecond to react in, and I did. In one swift motion, I withdrew two of my balanced throwing knives from their protective sheathes concealed beneath my clothing and tossed them into the air, catching both by the tips. Taking aim, I threw the knives in perfect synchronization, each passing through one of the eye sockets of the android and tilting its head backwards. As the knives passed through the air, I pulled a sharpened sai from behind me and threw it. The tip entered the androids exposed bottom chin and passed through its entire head with such force that it exited through the top of the "skull" and pinned the android to the wall of the stairwell... My "super powers" come in handy all the time.

The android was still moving, trying to pull its head away from the wall. "Dale!" I yelled, motioning for him to go after it. He bounded up the stairs and grabbed hold of one arm. As soon as he had, he looked back down at me.

"What should I turn it into?" he asked quizzically.

"Whatever you CAN turn it into!" I screamed at him. At any minute,
the android would free itself and turn the mind-erasing device on *us*, which I didn't want to happen. "Anything but a fucking android!" I yelled.

He nodded and concentrated. Suddenly, the android disappeared, and he was holding a device in his hand.

I looked at what he was holding.

"A cuisinart?" I asked him.

"It's the only thing I could think of," he muttered, and dropped the
appliance on the stairwell landing. I walked up and pulled my sai from the wall and removed the knives from the cuisinart, where they were still stuck.

Dale has the most useful power any of us have, but he still can't figure out how to use it right. A lot of people are unclear of his power, having seen him do amazing things on television newscasts, and I've managed to explain it as best I can as: the ability to take a class of objects and transform it into any other object in that class. For example, he could take a spoon and turn it into a butter knife just by touching it and thinking about changing it. The power doesn't translate, though; he can't take a butter knife and turn it into a hunting knife. Apparently every object has a specific classification; even Dale hasn't been able to figure out exactly what he can transform into what else, and his power often doesn't work out the way we want it to. In the case of the android, he had been able to turn it into another machine; why he chose a cuisinart, I'll never figure out. Sometimes I wonder if he doesn't do things like that just to confuse me.
At any rate, the problem had been neutralized. Apparently the cuisinart didn't have the power to erase minds... of course, my brother wasn't going to be happy when he discovered that we had fried his mind-erasing device. "Well," I shrugged to Dale, "that was easier than I had expected." I had envisioned the android stepping out into a crowded park or public mall... _that_ would have been a pain in the ass.

As it was, it had only "attacked" an apartment building, and the damage
was minimal. "Let's get back to the island. I just recruited a huge
family of girls, and I want to-"

He cut me off. "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Such as?"

"Such as, this building is full of people whose minds have been
erased, and it's our fault! Don't you think we should DO something about it?"

"Well, I guess so, but what should we do? I mean, we can't restore their personalities. Once somebody's been erased, they're erased forever. I mean, I feel bad about it and all, but there's really nothing we can do. I'm just glad this didn't happen in a huge public place."

He seemed to understand that, but like me, he still had reservations about just leaving these poor people here. "Well, " he asked reasonably, "couldn't we recruit them?"

I arched my eyebrow at him. "What if they're not the type of people we usually recruit?"

He shrugged. "You just said they don't remember _anything_, and there's no way to put their heads back on right. Why don't we just tell them all that they _are_ the kind of people we recruit, and see if they beleive us."

"I don't know," I considered, "isn't that kind of like... brainwashing?"

"I guess so," he admitted, "but if we leave them here, they'll starve to death, since they can't even remember how to feed themselves. Maybe 'reprogramming' them isn't such a nice thing to do, but leaving them here to die REALLY sucks."

I started to see his reasoning. And, I had to admit, the girls in the apartments we had been in were incredibly sexy... I supposed I would have felt like Adolf Hitler if I had done this on purpose just to brainwash some little girls, but Dale was right; there wasn't anything else we _could_ do.
"Well," I gave in, "let's go meet our new friends."

Chapter 4 - The First Floor

There were four apartments in all, and after having visited each one, we determined that the building was some kind of segregated 'ladies only' building, apparently for divorced women with children. We started by returning to the first apartment, and found the woman and her two daughters sitting at the table, apparently in the middle of dinner. They were still staring off into space, not having touched their food or made any attempt to get up.

The second little girl, the one who hadn't spoken the first time, cocked her head when she saw me and asked, "Do you know what my name is? I can't remember." She seemed unconcerned with that fact; just a bit curious.

"Ummm... just a minute, angel," I reassured her, and she stared back off into space.
I rooted through the apartment, and finally came across an old photo album with captions. I flipped through it and found some birthday photos and matched up the pictures with the little girls. Comparing the dates of the photos, I came up with names and ages of the two little girls. I walked back over to them and told the one who had asked, "Your name is Laurie, and you're nine years old."

She smiled up at me, happy to discover that she had a name. "Do you know me?" I nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. She looked happy to have found somebody who knew her, and I turned to her sister.

"Your name is Jamie, and you're eight years old. You're her little sister," I explained, pointing at little Laurie. She beamed at me as if this was the happiest piece of news she had ever gotten.
She asked the same question. "Do you know me?" I started to answer, when Dale cut me off.
"Yeah, we both know you. See, you and your sister, Laurie," he pointed, "are 'into' each other. You love kissing each other and-" I smacked him to cut him off.

Apparently, it was too late to shut him up, since Jamie and Laurie both seemed to brighten at the prospect. "Really?" Jamie asked. Laurie got up, smiling, and walked over to Jamie. She straddled the chair her younger sister was sitting in, and began to kiss her lips. I was upset with Dale, but I had to admit the sight got me going.

"Use the tongue!" he shouted, and I grabbed him and put my hand over his mouth, again too late. They began to lick each other's tongues and stroke each other's chests.
"What's the fucking matter with you!" I yelled at him.

"What's the matter with _you_?!" he retorted, struggling away from
me. "Look at them. They're enjoying themselves, aren't you, girls?" They both looked up and nodded at him excitedly and turned back to each other immediately. "They don't know it's wrong, so it's not. Right?" he demanded.

I tried to find a hole in his reasoning. I compared his brainwashing the girls to Erica training her daughters to be sex slaves... honestly, there wasn't much difference. Erica's daughters enjoyed themselves as much as Laurie and Jamie apparently were... I let it go.
"Well, there's not much we can do about it now. But don't do that anymore." I felt like a kindergarten teacher chastising a naughty little boy.

I looked back at little Laurie and Jamie. I had to admit, they were a sight. Laurie was wearing a skirt and tanktop, and Jamie was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red T-shirt. Laurie had her legs spread to straddle Jamie, and her bare legs were incredibly beautiful... still, I tried to imagine what the FBI would make of what we were doing right now. They probably wouldn't appreciate it.

Their mother spoke up, not caring that her two daughters had just been turned into incestuous lesbians right in front of her. "Do you know me?" she asked.

I nodded, and reached for her purse, which was sitting on an end table within reach of the dining room. I rooted through it and found her driver's license, and read off her name, "Darla Sweet", and figured her age to be 25. She smiled happily, and of course, Dale opened his big mouth.
"You're his girlfriend," he explained, pointing at me. I shot an incredulous look at him. Hadn't I just told him to shut up? "Well, one of them, anyway," he expounded, "and he likes you to go topless, so take off your shirt."

She nodded and removed her T-shirt and bra obediently. She sat there in a pair of jeans and nothing else, as if she was awaiting her next command.

I looked back at Dale. "Didn't I just tell you NOT to do that?"

"Oh, yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "I forgot."

"You dipshit. DON'T forget next time."

He nodded.

We started to leave the room, and the three girls followed us, Darla
wrapping her arm around mine, letting her large, soft breasts press up against my bicep. Well, apparently, she beleived she was my girlfriend... Dale could be an idiot, but I had to admit that having this topless girl hanging on my arm felt nice.

The next apartment had the woman with the younger daughter. She and her little girl had been watching television, and they were staring at it blankly when we walked in. They didn't even look up when we entered the room. "Well," I said, "let's find a photo album and figure out their names."

Laurie and Jamie, who were following the three of us with their arms wrapped around each other's waists, piped up. "Can we look for it? We can find it for you!" I glanced back at them. I was surprised to notice that their eyes seemed full of life; apparently being given a personality was all it took to undo the "zombie" effects of being erased. I glanced down at Darla, who was resting her blond head on my shoulder, letting her breasts sink further into my arm, and noticed that her eyes looked alive as well.

I nodded to the two sisters and they bounded around the apartment, looking for a photo album that would help us figure out the names of the woman and her daughter. While they were looking through books (this woman had quite a collection of books, unlike Darla), my newfound "girlfriend" looked up at me.

"How come you like me to go topless?" she asked.

Ummm... "Well, it's OK if you'd rather put your shirt back on; I
really don't mind."

"Do you want me to?" she asked, wide-eyed. Wow, talk about submissive.

Okay, I thought to myself. Moment of truth; are you getting off on
this? Less than three hours ago you were in an apartment in downtown LA
having an orgy with five pre-teen girls and their mother... If you're
really enjoying this, you'd say-

"No, I don't," I admitted. What the hell, I thought. They're enjoying themselves. And it's not like she has a chill or something...

Laurie and Jamie ran back with a photo album, which I leafed through.

I finally found a birth certificate, and figured out the little girl's name was Ashley, and that she was 7 years old. I found the mother's drivers license and figured out that she was 26 and her name was Andi. I "ahemed" at the two sitting on the couch, and they looked up at me with zombie-like curiousity.

"Do you know me?" asked the mother.

I nodded, a little more comfortable with this now. "Your name is
Andi, and you're 26 years old," I explained to the brunette who was sitting on the couch in a skirt and blouse; it looked like she had just gotten back from work. "And you," I explained to the little nymphet sitting next to her "are named Ashley, and you're 7." They both looked thrilled to have found this bit of information, and just looked at me happily. I could see that their eyes were no longer completely zoned out, but they still didn't look entirely lifelike. Apparently they needed personalities, but what kind?

As I was thinking about it, Laurie, one of the little girls from across the hall, broke my concentration by letting out a moan of pleasure. I looked back at them and saw that Laurie had her skirt hiked up to her waist, and Jamie was on her knees in front of her. She had pushed aside Laurie's white panties and was licking her bare preteen little pussy. I looked around for Dale, figuring he must have told them to do this while my back was turned.

I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Darla was still pressed against me, and I glanced down at her; she was watching the two and smiling. Laurie grabbed two fistfuls of her little sister's hair and tried to press her head further into her excited crotch. Jamie had one hand on each of Laurie's bare, nicely tanned legs and was steadying herself with them. Laurie steadied herself and bent forward in passion, riding the waves of her first prepubescent orgasm.

I was as hard as a rock watching those two go at it. I kind of expected Darla to reach down and help releive the tension, when I realized she probably didn't remember how... it was odd, what they forgot, and what they retained. I was about to ask her to help me out when it occured to me to wonder what Dale was doing while I had been watching the two little girls make love... I turned around and confirmed my suspicions when I saw him whispering in Andi's ear.
"Damn it, Dale!" I yelled, but again, I was too late to stop him.

Andi smiled and looked down at her seven-year-old daughter, who was wearing a baby-doll nightgown and a pair of ruffled panties. She picked up her little girl and turned her over her knee; the girl fell into position obediently. I rolled my eyes. For christ's sake, Dale, I thought, that's beneath even me. On the other hand, mother and daughter were both smiling, and I didn't think I would have been able to move from the spot I was in if my life had depended on it.

Chapter 5 - The Second Floor

Unsure of where I ought to be looking, I glanced over my shoulder at Darla's daughters, who had changed positions. Jamie had taken off all of her clothes and was straddling Laurie's face; Laurie was licking her sister's pussy and playing with her own, with her skirt up and both hands down the front of her little-girl panties. Jamie was stroking her little baby nipples with both hands, pinching them and making them stand out. I was surprised by how quickly her body responded; usually girls that young have trouble getting nipple erections. This one seemed to be enjoying herself just fine, her head thrown back passionately.

I turned my head back to the spectacle on the couch. Andi had pulled her daughter's nightie out of the way, and her ruffle-pantied bottom was sticking up invitingly. Andi laid her hand on Ashley's cute little curved bottom and squeezed one of her cheeks. She looked up at Dale for permission and asked, "Should I spank her now?"

Dale looked down at Ashley for confirmation, and Ashley nodded her head enthusiastically (I couldn't see her face from where I was standing, but I had to assume she was smiling) and replied "Yes, please, mommy, give me a spanking!"

Yes, one had to admit that Dale knew how to manipulate people.

Especially ones who offered absolutely no resistance whatsoever to manipulation.
Andi started swatting the little darling's behind lightly. She was spanking her hard enough to make a slapping sound, but not hard enough to leave handprints on her pale, tan-lined bottom. I, of course, deviant that I am, was so hard I was afraid my cock was going to rip through my jeans. I looked down at Darla, who was pressed full against me, watching the spanking with her forehead resting on my shoulder. I considered teaching her how to give head, but I was afraid of losing control of the situation. Normally, I was calm and in-charge in any situation, but the little voice inside my head that was telling me this was wrong was really starting to get to me.

Ashley's mother was giving her a mild baby-style spanking, but she was squirming nonetheless. I noticed Andi's legs scissor gently, and I could tell that she was getting off on this, too. She let her hand slap down onto her daughter's bottom and squeezed gently, slipping her hand down between the girl's little baby pussy as she lifted it for the next swat. Apparently the act was really getting to Andi, since she closed her eyes and began moaning softly.

"Dale," I intoned, keeping my voice level, "we should really get moving. We have to deal with the next two apartments, you know."

"Um, okay," he agreed, obviously disappointed. I guessed he had further plans for these two.
Ashley hopped off of her mothers lap and gave her a hug, letting her nightgown fall back down to cover just the waistband of her panties. "Thank you for the spanking, mommy," she beamed at her mother. Andi bent down and gave the little angel a kiss on the lips and then on the forehead and, smiling, removed her blouse so that she was just wearing her bra, skirt, stockings and pumps.

I looked accusingly at Dale. "Your idea?" I asked.

He nodded impishly.

"You know," I reminded him, "you really are worse than I am."

"Yeah, I know," he agreed, "I've got a reputation to uphold."

I shook my head and the group of us, now seven, left the apartment
and walked upstairs.

We went into the apartment on the right, above Darla's apartment.
Both of the apartments had been broken into, so we just walked right in through the open doorway. Laying on the couch was a beautiful readhead who looked to be about the same age as Darla and Andi. She was wearing a white T-shirt and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her lower half was covered by a flimsy afghan she had set over her legs; it was summertime, and the apartment was warm, so she hadn't bothered to cover up any more.
I deduced from looking at the scene that she had been napping when our friendly android kicked in the door, and she had awakened with a start. It seemed safe to assume that the android had zapped her mind immediately, because she was just staring at the ceiling mindlessly.
"Okay, girls," I spoke up, "you know the drill. Find photo albums, ID papers, anything else that might help me figure out who this girl is." I winced as soon as it was out of my mouth... I was waiting for one of them to ask if I had really known who _they_ were. But apparently, they weren't interested in making logical connections, and the three little girls, now fast friends, set off through the apartment.

I was just looking around, when Darla interrupted my train of thoughts. "What were Laurie and Jamie doing downstairs? It looked painful," she inquired. "They kept moaning."

"Well," I explained, laughing inwardly at having to explain sex to the girls mother - there was a switch! - "they were having sex with each other. They weren't moaning because it hurt; they were moaning because it felt good."

"Oh, really? Can I try, then?" she asked me, wide-eyed and curious.

"In a little while," I assured her, patting her hand, "but right now,
we have a new friend to make." I motioned to the girl laying on the couch.

"What about Andi and Ashley? Why was she slapping her daughter's bottom?"

I smiled at her. "Because they like it. Lots of people like lots of different things," I explained, still having trouble accepting that fact that I was explaining the facts of life to somebody who was a few years OLDER than I was. "You like to lay your head on my shoulder, don't you?"
She nodded happily and did so. "What's it called?"

"What?"

"What they were doing?"

I smiled again and kissed her forehead. "It's called spanking. You might like to try it someday."
She nodded and laid her head back on my shoulder. I was wondering what I was going to do when my side started sweating from having this girl pressed against me, but for the meantime, I was enjoying it. The girls came back and presented me with a few polaroids that had names and dates inked on the back along with a driver's license and two elementary school registration forms. Elementary school? Who did those belong to?

Without letting me ask, Ashley offered the answer, "there's also two girls in the bedrooms back there. They're kind of asleep, but their eyes are open. They just looked at me and asked if I knew them, and I said no." Ah-ha, so this one has daughters, too. Apparently the android had 'attacked' at bedtime.

I reached down and took the redhead's hand, and stood her up. She followed my lead immediately, still staring off into space. As the covers fell away from her waist, I could see that she was wearing a pair of tiger-print stretch pants. "Hi, " I introduced myself, "do you remember your name?"

She looked at me blankly. "No, I don't."

"Your name is Tawny, and you're 28 years old," I explained, and
grinned maliciously, "and you're his girlfriend." I pointed at Dale, who looked at me in shock. "Well, one of them, anyway. And he likes you to go topless, so take off your shirt."

I glanced back at Dale, who had recovered, and he arched one eyebrow at me, as if to say 'So, who's messing with who?'.

Tawny immediately removed her T-shirt, and her large breasts fell out, uncovered by a bra. The T-shirt had been a bit restrictive, so I could see that they were bigger than I had thought; she was at least a D-cup. She walked over to Dale and started stroking his chest; apparently she had different ideas of what a girlfriend should act like than Darla.

"Wow," little Ashley commented, "she's got really big titties, doesn't she, mommy?"
"Yes, she does. Why don't you go over there and ask if you can touch them?" Andi suggested.
Ashley ran up immediately and tapped on Tawny's hip. "Can I touch your titties, please?" she asked.

Tawny smiled and took the little girls hand, setting it on one of her large breasts. Ashley reached up with the other hand and squeezed them both, rubbing the woman's nipples gently with her palms. Tawny started stroking the girls hair gently, and Dale just watched; I realized I was a bit mesmerized myself. "Would you like to kiss them, sweetheart?" Tawny asked the little angel.

Ashley nodded excitedly and opened her mouth to let Tawny guide one of her nipples into. She began to suck immediately, and Tawny let her head fall back in pleasure. The little girl was pinching and rolling the other nipple, and it was obviously sending shockwaves of pleasure through Tawny's adult body... after all, this _was_ her "first" experience.

Andi, who had been watching passively, walked up to the pair and lifted her daughter's nightgown a bit so that her bottom was completely exposed. Without giving any warning, she began to spank the little girl, this time a bit harder (but still not hard enough to leave handprints... this woman didn't have Erica's tendency towards dominance). Little Ashley responded by sucking on Tawny's tender nipple with greater fervency; I could tell that being spanked _really_ aroused this little minx.

It occured to me to wonder what Laurie and Jamie were up to... dumb question, I thought to myself when I saw that Laurie had taken Tawny's place on the couch with her little sister. Jamie, still completely nude, had climbed on top of Laurie and was letting her sister suck her nipples (apparently in emulation of Tawny and Ashley); she had lifted Laurie's short black skirt and was stroking the prepubescent girl's little clitty through the front of her cotton panties. They were both sighing passionately, and I started to wonder what the hell I was going to do with these two... Dale had created a monster! (well, two, actually.)

I glanced down at Darla, who was still pressed against my side, watching the orgy unfold happily. "Well, " I nudged her, "would you like to go meet Tawny's little girls?"
She looked up at me and smiled. "Sure," she nodded submissively. It seemed she didn't care what we were doing, as long as we were doing it together... it occured to me that Dale had probably created three monsters.

We walked together into the first bedroom, leaving the pedo-lesbian orgy behind us to run its course; I had a feeling Dale was going to jump in sooner or later, not that I could blame him. He didn't have strong pedo tendencies, like I do, so I figured he would take Tawny and Andi and leave the younger ones to themselves.

Looking at the girl on the bed, I compared pictures, and figured that she was the 13-year-old big sister. She was covered up, so I couldn't tell what she was wearing, but the mindless look in her eyes couldn't cover up the fact that she was an incredibly beautiful little girl. She had loosely curled blond hair that hung to her shoulders and a small button nose that made her look younger than she actually was. She noticed me and asked "Do you know what my name is? I can't remember."

"As a matter of fact I do," I reassured her. "Your name is Jackie."

She brightened, and slipped out from under her covers. Apparently
she slept in a pair of sheer panties and a short T-shirt that didn't cover her bellybutton. She was old enough to wear a bra, but her budding breasts were obviously bare underneath the white cotton T-shirt;
I guessed she took after her mother. She walked up and hugged me, and I patted her back to comfort her. "Would you like to go meet your little sister?" I asked and she nodded happily, following me into the next bedroom.

We introduced ourselves to the second little girl, the 11-year-old Amber. She was much smaller than her sister, and still young enough to wear a long nightgown to bed, but hers was a silky-type fabric that made her look preciously innocent. I was ready to return to the living room (since we still had one more apartment to hit) when Darla spoke up, to my surprise.
"Can I try having sex now?" she asked, begging softly with her eyes.

"You mean..." I trailed off.

She nodded her head and looked longingly at the two little girls, who
just looked back in innocent curiosity. I patted her jean covered rear and nodded my head; I wanted to see just how much she had picked up in the last half hour.

She walked over to the younger girl, Amber, and put one hand on each of her shoulders and kissed her on the mouth. Jackie, her big sister, cocked her head in interest as Amber figured out what she was supposed to do and kissed back. They both settled into a rythm (not bad for a first kiss, I thought) and Darla pulled the little sweetheart closer to her. Darla's hands slipped down to the little rounded bottom and squeezed a bit, then drew back and smacked it. Amber gasped in surprise, and Jackie drew her head back, unsure what to make of this new development.
Darla broke off the kiss and looked to the little girl for approval, and although her eyes seemed surprised, she didn't seem to be upset by the prospect, so Darla swatted her behind again. Amber's little angelic lips sought Darla's mouth again, and Darla used her free hand to guide the little girls mouth to her neck; sweet little Amber began to kiss the woman's neck and chest fervently as Darla swatted her lightly, just as Andi had swatted her daughter.

I saw Amber's arms encircle Darla, and her tiny hands slipped down to her back pockets and she squeezed Darla's ass the same way hers had been squeezed; then she started swatting in a similar rythm. I smiled to myself as I realized the little sweetheart was just mimicking everything she was feeling. Darla seemed to enjoy the feeling, and stopped spanking Amber, lifting her nightgown until her hands came in contact with bare flesh and began to stroke the girls' back.

Jackie was just watching curiously, and I realized that I had been denying myself for so long that I would have had sex with a sheep if I had to. But I could see that Jackie was interested in what the other two were doing, so I asked if she would like to try.

She nodded excitedly and bounded over to me and put her arms around me again. I kissed her little teenaged mouth which tasted of innocence;
I wasn't sure if she had ever kissed before, even in her "previous" life. It was that taste of innocence; that pure, unbroken beauty, untainted by the lies and half-truths of adulthood, that attracted me to little girls. She got the hang of the kiss after a few seconds, and slipped her hands down to *my* ass... I grinned; these kids were like little camcorders, repeating everything they saw.

I slipped my hands down to her bottom, which was only covered by a thin slip of sheer fabric. She was pressed full up against me, and her little near-breasts were pressing against my chest through the fabric of our shirts; I slipped one hand up her back and removed her top. Her nipples caught on the shirt as it slid up, and bounced back down and seemed to pop out as I lifted the shirt from her head. She giggled and I took one of her nipples into my mouth. I glanced up at Amber and Darla; apparently Darla remembered what she had seen her daughters doing, and had stripped off her jeans and was holding Amber's willing head between her legs as Amber licked the adult woman's now bare pussy. Neither of them really knew what they were supposed to be doing, but Darla knew what felt good, so she kept directing Amber on that basis.
I stole a quick kiss from Jackie and slipped down her panties and put my hands on her shoulders, letting her sink obediently to her knees. She looked up at me expectantly, and I asked if she'd like to do what her sister was doing.

She nodded immediately, and asked how it was done.

"Well," I explained, "it will be a little different when you do it to
me, since I'm a man, but I'd be happy to show you how."

She giggled and waited for further instructions as I unzipped my jeans and let my cock out. It felt like it was hard enough to crack bricks (not that I was inclined to try), and freeing it from my characteristically tight jeans was the most releiving feeling I had experienced in a long time. Jackie's eyes widened when she saw it; obviously, she had no idea what to expect.
"What's that?" she asked breathlessly.

"That's my cock," I explained. "Would you like to touch it?"

She reached out hesitantly and gripped the base of the shaft. I was larger than most men, but she probably didn't know the difference, and took hold of it obediently.
"Now," I groaned in pleasure from the teenager's hand on my hard cock, "put the tip in your mouth."

She did so immediately, popping as much as she could fit into her mouth, letting her tongue rest on the head. My body bucked in pleasure as I instructed her to suck on it; she did, and with an incredible amount of force. I wrapped my hand around hers and started using it to stroke my cock; she got the idea and started doing so herself, sucking on the tip and trying to swallow a bit more into her mouth.

I threw my head back, savoring the feeling; she was a natural at this! I looked back up and saw that Darla had removed Amber's panties and was letting the little girl sit on her face as she stroked herself; just as her daughters had done downstairs. Amber was enjoying having her pussy licked, but she was unsure of how to react, twisting up her face as she tried to catalog the sensations that were coursing through her body.

I felt myself nearing release and I pushed Jackies cute little face away from my cock and removed her hand. "Don't you think Amber would like a turn?" I suggested. Her eyes lit up at the prospect of watching her little sister give a blowjob, and she grabbed hold of my penis and led me over to Darla and Amber. Helpless to resist, I followed.

Jackie put a hand on top of Amber's head and gently turned it until she was facing my prick, bouncing up and down in orgasmic bliss as she rode Darla's face. Jackie took the younger girl's hand and showed her exactly how to do everything she had just done. Amber's mouth seemed somehow softer and more inexperienced; she couldn't do as good a job as her sister, in part because she was busy bucking up and down as Darla pleasured her.

Jackie stroked the little girls hair and whispered encouragement;
Amber's hand fell away from my hard cock and both hands went to her crotch as she steadied herself in the wake of her second orgasm of the night. Her head bobbed fervently on my prick as she sought to perform as best she could; she began to suck harder in response to an increase in pace from Darla. Again, I felt myself nearing the edge, and let my penis slip from her mouth with a pop as she continued to suck empty air.

"Would you like it inside you, honey?" I asked.

She obviously didn't understand what I meant, but she nodded happily
as she and her sister had been doing all night. I lifted her nightgown off of her and picked her up off of Darla's face; Jackie quickly took her place, and Darla guided her into a 69, explaining what to do as she went. From their moans and bucking hips, I could tell that Jackie was as fast a learner of cunnilungus as she was of fellatio.

I took the preteen girl I was holding and set her back down on her bed; she was completely naked and obviously unembarrased. She smiled up at me, unsure of what to expect, but trusting me completely, as she had enjoyed everything else we had done that night. I stripped and settled myself on top of her, taking care not to hurt her, and kissed her little angelic mouth as I guided my cock into her soft little prepubescent pussy. She was wet from Darla's attentions and I slipped in easily, taking her virginity in one smooth motion. Her little body seemed to grab hold of my penis, drawing it in as tightly as she could manage as I struggled to fuck her. This little 11-year-old was nothing like the last little girl I had taken, the 10-year-old Stephanie; Stephanie's body had been prepared for this, but Amber's wasn't.

She seemed not to know how to react as pain and pleasure washed over her. I tried kissing her again, but since she was so much shorter, the angle was nearly impossible. She thrust her face into my chest and bit down against my pecs; it hurt me, but I was enjoying it. I thrust into her as gently and commandingly as I could, trying to hold myself as long as possible and maximize her pleasure (after all, I _was_ her first; that should count for something).

Darla and Jackie had changed positions, and now Jackie was riding the grown-up woman's face; Jackie reached over and stroked my back, encouraging me to fuck her young sister. Little Amber was kissing every part of my body that her lips could reach and I worked to control myself as I pounded into her. She started moaning in passion, a beautiful sound that could only come from a pre-teen girl, and that sent me over the edge; I exploded inside her and held her against my body as tightly as I could.

I finally looked up and saw that Jackie and Darla were finished, and both were smiling at me. Darla asked, "Can I go next?"

Chapter 6 - The Last Apartment

The four of us finally made our way back to the living room. We introduced Amber and Jackie to their mother, and they both seemed interested in the fact that she was topless, as they had both gotten dressed back into their sleepwear. I considered instructing them both to suck on one of her nipples, just for the satisfaction (I guess I'm an incest junkie), but I was sated at the moment, and I still wanted to leave time for the last apartment. Dale had apparently fucked both Andi and Tawny, leaving the three little girls to enjoy themselves, as I had suspected. Little Ashley had proved the perfect submissive sex-toy of the incestous sisters; when I saw them, Jamie was holding Ashley's compliant face over her bare little pre-teen pussy and Laurie was giving Ashley a hard spanking, at which the submissive girl was moaning encouragement. I could see that Laurie was a lot less gentle with the little girl than the girls' mother, and her behind was glowing red from Laurie's punishment.

Jamie had thrown back her head in pleasure, making amazing little-girl noises from the back of her throat. Amber and Jackie, Tawny's two daughters, were watching with mild wonder; this was something both of them had experienced, but I think they were of a mind to join in.
"Ahem," I cleared my throat. "As much as I hate to break this up, we still have one more apartment to visit."

With surprising speed, the girls broke things off and put their clothes back on (what little clothes they were wearing, anyway), and assembled to move on to the next apartment. I realized I was feeling like a kindergarten teacher, herding my flock around, and I made a snap decision. "On second thought," I nodded my head towards Dale, "why don't you all stay here with him. I'm sure you've all got tons of questions, and he'd be happy to answer them."

Dale looked torn between staying here with prime orgy material, and exploring the next apartment (and a new batch of girls); he finally acquiesced and sat down so the girls could crowd around him. I smiled wryly and shut the door behind me.

I pushed open the last door, which offered no resistance; it had been kicked in like the other three. Just like the apartment below, it contained a mother and her young daughter; they were both watching TV, and the mother had her arm on the little girl's shoulder. They were both staring blankly at it; I realized that this scene was more frightening than the others, since I was in this apartment alone. The whole apartment looked surreal; bizarre. The lights were off, and the blue glow of the television reflected off the two expressionless faces. The box was sending out sounds, but I was the only one picking them up.

I shuffled around the apartment, looking for clues as to their identity. The mother was very young, probably about my age. She was wearing a _short_ pink dress; her modesty gone, she had let it ride up a bit, and the crotch of her panties was visible. I got the impression she wasn't wearing a bra, but the lighting was terrible, and I couldn't be sure.

The little girl was tiny; she didn't look old enough for kindergarten. She was dressed, innocently, in a long cotton nightgown which started just below her collarbone. There were two satin straps that slipped over her shoulders and tied off into ribbons to hold the cloth on her little body. Her bare shoulders and silky dark hair made her look like an angel; only the blank look in her eyes ruined the illusion.
I finally found a birth certificate and a social security card (but no driver's license, which struck me as odd) to identify the two. I stepped in between them and the TV and cleared my throat. They both glanced up, and I held the mother's attention, letting the little girl's gaze drift back to the tube.
"Hello," I introduced, "do you remember who you are?"
She frowned a bit, and admitted that she didn't. Like the other girls in the building, she didn't seem to care much.
"Your name is Karen," I explained. "And this little angel is your daughter, Crystal. She's 5." The little girl heard this and seemed to make the connection that I was talking about her. The zoned-out expression started to leave the girl's eyes, but they still seemed to be in need of some "programming".
I don't know what it was, but the little girl was making my heart thump harder than it ever had before. I *had* to have her in my arms, right now. I knew her mother wouldn't object, so I took her hand and stood her up. The long nightie she was wearing fell into place and billowed around her legs for a second - my mouth went dry. God, was I ever incorrigible. If I had any doubts as to whether or not I was a pedophile, they would have vanished then and there. I was more in love with this angelic five-year-old than I thought possible.
The only problem was her eyes. She was still staring off into space. Like the others, once she had been given a name, she came back to reality a bit, but she still lacked a human quality until she was given some sort of personality. So I decided to give her one. "You," I explained, "are a nymphomaniac. So is your mother, here."

As I expected, she asked what that meant. I offered to show her, and she nodded with a look of curiosity. I slipped my hands up to her shoulders - she was so small, her shoulders were at my belt level. I untied the ribbons that held up her nightie and let it slip to her feet in one fluid motion. I stroked my hands against her impossibly soft, yielding skin and touched her tiny cheek. I thought my heart was going to explode from my ribcage, I was so excited. I pulled her close, and she responded yieldingly. She pressed her soft little face against my stomach, and seemed to be enjoying herself. I could tell that the zombie was starting to drift out of her.
Karen stood up, and lifted her dress up, prepared to strip for me. I instructed her not to - I wanted her to stay dressed for a few more minutes. She complied, and let her short pink dress fall back around her waist. It was then that it struck me that there was something familiar about her... I couldn't place it, but I didn't think it was important. I wondered if maybe I had seen her on TV once.

My cock was rigid again. Even for somebody as oversexed as I am, being hard that soon after sex was something else. It was pressed heavily against little Crystal's naked chest. Her soft little nipples were so tiny and so young that they seemed to almost blend in with the rest of her chest. It occured to me that I couldn't really see her, so I asked Karen to turn on the lights.
When they came on, I realized that this little vision was breathtaking. I took in her cute little pixie face and had to lift her up so that I could kiss her little mouth. My tongue found its way through the preschooler's innocent little baby lips - God, she felt incredible. I had one arm slung under her panty-covered bottom, and was stroking her hair with my free hand. Her mother was watching in latent curiosity as I increased my passion. There was something about this tiny angel that I couldn't put my finger on...

Without setting her down, I used my free hand to slide her panties off, and asked Karen to pull them off of the baby girl's feet. Crystal giggled when her little pussy was exposed - she pressed it against my belly, savoring the feeling. Apparently, she liked it as much as I did. My arm was pressed against her now bare bottom - the little nymphet was completely nude and so felt so soft I thought I would melt. I kissed her little cheeks, her soft, pliant neck, and then I put one hand on each of her hips and lifted her up so that I could put one of her young nipples in my mouth. It felt so good to suck on it, and she cooed contentedly. I doubt she felt much in the way of eroticism; her body was too small for that, but she seemed to be enjoying the attention I was giving her. She was so sweet as I kissed one little nipple, then the other, then back again... she loved it so much she was squealing with pleasure. I bit down softly against one of the soft little nubbins - she giggled and sighed in the back of her throat, thrusting her tiny chest forward into my mouth.
I lifted her barely perceptible weight higher until her bare little prepubescent pussy was in front of my face. I began to kiss the fat little lips in the front, and my tongue snaked out and found her tiny clit. She moaned out loud when I found it (and it was an effort on a girl that young), telling me that she was feeling something new here. I wrapped my lips around the little cunny and sucked it gently into my mouth. It felt so good to have her in mouth, holding her baby body up over my head. She bent her legs and set her knees on my shoulders, beginning to ride my mouth as I tilted my head back to accomodate her. At that moment I could think of nothing beyond pleasuring this baby who seemed so receptive to pleasure. Even though I was decidedly a pedophile, I had never played with such a young girl before. My preferred age range was just preteen; say, 11 or 12. I had no idea how soft and wonderful babies like Crystal could be. She would start kindergarten in a year, and I was holding her naked little body in my hands, possessing her. I felt thrilled and amazed at the same time. I just couldn't beleive how much I was enjoying this.

I was especially enjoying her encouraging moans of delight. She was humping against my face wildly now, controlling the action. I was having a rough time hanging on to her, and she seemed to have implicit faith that I wouldn't let her fall, since she wasn't helping a bit. I kissed and sucked alternately and listened to her love the treatment she was receiving.
Finally, I set her down. I would have loved to lick her to an orgasm, but even I knew that a five-year-old baby wasn't capable of one. She didn't seem to mind, having enjoyed the feeling the entire time we were doing it. She wrapped her arms around me and one of her still-soft nipples was ground against my rock hard penis. I noticed her mother watching the two of us
.
"Am I a nymphomaniac, too?" she asked. I had to suppress the urge to laugh, and I nodded seriously.

"Yes," I reassured her, "you are. Why don't you come over and do to Crystal what I was just doing to her?"

She came over compliantly and I had her little daughter sit down on the rug with her legs spread as wide as they could. Her mother layed down on her belly, with her face right in the little angel's pussy. I instructed her on how to lick and kiss it, and told Crystal to "correct Mommy" if she wasn't doing a good job. She gave me a conspiratorial smile and I kissed her conspiratorial mouth.

She began enjoying herself again immediately. I slid my hand down Karen's smooth back, and when I reached the hem of her dress, I pulled it up so that her panties were visible. I started to swat, lightly. She tried to look up, but Crystal grabbed her hair with both hands. I smiled and winked at her. "Is she doing it right, honey?" I asked the preschooler.

"It doesn't feel the same as when you do it."

I swatted her mother's exposed bottom again. She wriggled her hips
accomodatingly - apparently she was finding pleasure in this, as well. "This is called spanking," I explained, "and if you are naughty, I have to do it to you." Without looking up (because Crystal still had a tight grip on the woman's hair) she nodded her acquiesence. Crystal started using her hands to control where her mother licked, and how hard and how fast. I continued spanking the woman, really starting to get off on this. I slipped her panties down to her knees and left them there - I continued administering her spanking as her head began to move faster over her little girls' cunny. Her hair was shaking back and forth and the little angel had such a tight grip on it, I was beginning to worry.

I stood up and disentangled Crystal's hands from her mother's hair, and Karen slumped in releif.
"Now I want to show you something else nymphomaniacs do," I explained. "Open your mouth, sweetheart." Crystal parted her lips a bit, and I unzipped my pants. I could tell there was no way her mouth was big enough to fellate me, but I wanted to feel her kiss it. My cock sprung out again, and her eyes widened momentarily. I gripped the shaft in one hand, and her little head in the other. I guided her lips to the head, and she immediately picked up that I wanted her to kiss it. I groaned in delight, and Karen laid her head against my hip, trying to get a good look at what we were doing. Her dress was still obscenely hiked up around her waist... God damn it, she looked familiar.

I asked Crystal to try to take a little bit into her mouth, and she opened as wide as she could. She managed to take the tip, but her entire mouth was full with that. I could feel her soft baby tongue against the sensitive underside - this was driving me insane. I managed to groan out an instruction for her to suck on it as hard as she could, and she complied, sucking as though it were going to shoot forth a life-giving elixir. I threw back my head in pleasure and resisted the urge to cram as much of it down her throat as I could - I kept my hips rock steady, making sure that I didn't ruin this little nymphet's first cocksucking experience.

Then, to my amazement, she started swallowing more. My eyes widened in disbeleif as she took another two inches into her tiny mouth. I hadn't even thought she would be able to fit the tip in, but here she was, trying to deep throat me. She wasn't choking or gagging, either, and I checked myself to make sure that I wasn't the one doing this. She stretched her little mouth open impossible wide and gulped down another inch. Now the tip of my cockhead was tickling the back of her throat, but still she wasn't trying to spit it out. This girl was incredible!
Karen didn't seem to know what a feat her daughter was performing, but she did seem a bit surprised that something so big could fit into something that small. I started stroking the little girls hair in encouragement, as she opened her mouth wide again, pushed her lips forward, and jammed another inch in. She had half of my cock in her little five-year-old mouth!
I stroked her hair with the back of my hand and she never stopped sucking for a second. She just kept going and going, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she began to withdraw. She slipped her lips all the way back until just the head was in her mouth, and then started again. I was rocking my torso back and forth, feeling wave after wave of bliss wash over me. I hadn't realized it, but I had fantasized about something like this for an awfully long time.
On the second try, she managed to get three quarters into her mouth.

My penis felt like it was lodged in her small throat, but she wasn't complaining. I could feel her breath against the shaft as she breathed through her nose. Karen reached out and stroked my swaying balls as her little girl pulled back for another try. This girl actually wanted to try to deep-throat me!

She reached up with both hands, and fed as much into her mouth as she could at one time. She had another two inches to go, and opened her mouth so wide, I thought she was going to hurt herself, but she fit the entire thing into her mouth. I then expected her to pull away (all but the base of the shaft was crammed down her throat - she was so small I had no idea how deep inside her I was), but somehow she managed to continue to suck on it. My head was swimming and I bellowed as I shot load after load down her yielding throat. She didn't even try to pull away until she was sure I was finished, then she slowly pulled her mouth off of it.
"Did I do OK?" she asked expectantly.

"Honey," I stammered as I caught my breath, "I can honestly say you
are the most amazing girl I've ever met." I breathed in deeply, trying not to pass out from the aftermath of my orgasm. "Would you," I panted, "like to come back and live on my island?"
She jumped up and clapped her hands enthusiastically. I sat down, not even bothering to zip myself up. "You two," I paused again, "go into the other apartment. I'll catch up in a second. Let me", pause, "catch my breath first."

They left me there, allowing me to regain myself. My head was still spinning, and I was beginning to get an idea that it might be possible for a man to die of pleasure. But what a way to go!

I finally regained my senses, and I stood up to go, when I noticed something I hadn't seen at first, since the lights were off when I entered the apartment. A ring... My ring! I suddenly remembered. I used to wear on onyx ring that had semi-magical powers (I had received it on an alien planet in preparation for a great battle), and I had given it to a girl once when I had visited the mainland. I remembered that I was amazed that the girl had been able to... deepthroat me...
Oh, Christ, I thought to myself. Now I know why Karen looked so familiar. She and I had met five years ago, and I had spent almost a week hiding out in her old apartment when I was unable to teleport. I had almost been killed, and I would have undoubtedly been caught by the FBI (who were always trying to get their hands on me) if it hadn't been for Karen's help.

I started to go when I suddenly lost my balance as I made the final connection. No wonder I had felt such a kinship with little Crystal! The more I thought about it, the better I felt. I was right earlier. I *had* lived out a life-long fantasy. I wondered if I should tell the little girl that I was her father.

I supposed I should... I would have to think about it, though.

I left the last apartment and when into the next room to collect all my new recruits.