From jdavies@inw.net Sun Mar 16 13:20:29 1997
Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.inw.net!root
From: Gentle23 <jdavies@inw.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 2 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc)
Date: Sun, 16 Mar 1997 12:20:29 -0600
Organization: IlliNetworks
Lines: 198
Message-ID: <332C39ED.5D84@inw.net>
NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp06.inw.net
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.02E-KIT  (Win95; U)

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.

                       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".