Author: Sterling
Title: Proportionality
Summary: A man saves a witch's life, and wanting to reward him,
she uses a truth spell to uncover his deepest desires. He is
mortified when she uncovers his desire for sex with little girls.
She devises a unique way for him to fulfill his desire without
anyone getting hurt -- and he uses her technique with abandon.
Yet her spell has more profound consequences than she intended.
Keywords:  Mf Mg cons pedo lolita reluc het ScFi ESP paranormal
inc fath dau harem 1st preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.
 
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Proportionality

She was half a block away when I saw her crumple to the sidewalk,
clutching her chest.  A few people gathered quickly near her, but
they just stood around, looking confused and uncertain.

I jogged towards the little knot of people.  My own heart was
pounding as I knelt on the ground and turned her to face me.  She
was hideous.  Her skin was heavily wrinkled, her nose long and
crooked, and she had unsightly moles on her cheeks and chin. She
must be at least 80, I thought.

It looked like a case for CPR.  I had taken a course a long time
ago -- ten years, maybe? -- but thought I still remembered how it
went.  I shook her and asked urgently, "Are you OK?  Are you OK?"
 Her eyes fluttered open briefly and she gave the very slightest
shake to her head.

My next step was to listen for a heartbeat.  I pressed my ear to
her chest and heard nothing except my own heart racing with
anxiety.  She hadn't bathed in a while, and her clothes were
stained.  I grabbed her wrist and tried to find a pulse there.  I
listened to her chest again, tried to find a wrist pulse again,
shouted again for her to say if she was OK.  Looking at her
hideous face, I thought:  If there is a God anywhere, please
deliver me.  But there was no pulse.

"It's OK," a woman said from nearby.  "It was her time to go."

But I had my own inner compass.  She was still a person, and she
needed help.  "Call 911," I commanded.  "Tell them there is a
person unconscious, and I'm starting CPR."  I knew that was the
best shot at getting help fast.

"I don't know, man, I think you're wasting your time," said a
middle-aged fellow, but he was pulling out his cell phone as he
spoke.

I started with the chest pumps.  Straddling her I placed my palms
together and pressed firmly but deep, fifteen times. Was I
remembering this right?  No matter -- I would do my best.

I then shut my eyes and bent over to find her mouth.  As if she
wasn't repulsive enough already, her breath was foul.  "Still," I
said to myself, retching inwardly, "I will try."  I locked lips
with hers and gave a big breath.  I could see her chest rise
slightly as the air flowed in, then fall.  I gave another breath,
then a third.  I went back to her chest and pressed deeply and
evenly fifteen times, then with tears in my eyes returned to her
face to give more breaths.  What had I gotten myself into?  I had
heard that if you start CPR and then stop, you can be sued.  If
you are prudent and never start, no one can find you guilty of
anything.  How many minutes would we have to wait for an
ambulance?

I bent to her mouth for the third time, and as I finished the
last of that set of breaths, the ninth overall, the hag took in a
sharp breath of her own, then started panting.  Her eyes opened.
She looked at me, and then reality shifted.

-------------

Sounds died down, the car that had been driving down the street
was no longer moving.  Colors became brighter.  That was very
strange, probably a trick of my imagination given what I had just
been through.  I sat back, dazed.  After a minute to gather her
strength, the woman pushed herself to a sitting position and
fixed me with an intense gaze.

"You gave me mouth-to-mouth to save me!"  She cackled and looked
again.  "Maybe there's more hope for the world than I thought."

After a few moments I spoke, "Just doing what I thought was
right," I said.

"You're going to get rewarded, you know," she said.

"Oh, that's fine, but there's no need," I said.  What could this
crone give me that wouldn't feel more like an insult than a
reward?  I imagined a twenty dollar bill, or maybe even just a
quarter.  I wouldn't have done what I just did for a thousand
dollars, maybe not for ten.  It was only my sense of morality
that pushed me through my revulsion.

"Say, young man.  What do you think I am?   If I told you I'm not
just an old lady, what would you guess?"

There was no doubt in my mind.  If she was one of the archetypes
of the human imagination, she was a witch.

"Ummmm," I said, turning a bit red.

"You can say it," she said.  "I know I'm old and ugly and smell
bad -- sorry about that last bit, that's the one thing I could
have controlled, but I really wasn't planning on a heart attack."

Well, honesty was required.  "Ummm, a witch?" I said in a meek
voice.

"Yes, indeedy!" she said.  "And for having the goodness of heart
to perform mouth-to-mouth on an old, smelly, ugly hag, your
reward will be rich indeed!  For although I don't like to brag, I
am a very important and powerful witch."  She paused.  "What is
your wildest dream?"

"Oh!" I said.  "These things never end well, do they?  There's
always some catch.  Like 'The Monkey's Paw?'"

"Nonsense!" she said.  "That's only in stories."

"Well," I said without conviction.  "A new car? How about a
sports car?"

"That's not enough," she said.  "Think about it more."

A longing crept unsteadily back to me, accompanied by dread.  I
knew what I wanted most in life, but was happier when I didn't
think about it, because I could never have it.

"How about a nice new house with my own private chef?" I said.

"No," she said, then paused to stare at me.  "You're hiding
something."

I knew my desire was lurking just below the surface, but I also
knew I would be happier not thinking about it.  Just one tender
kiss, a single tender kiss, was denied me forever.  "Ten million
dollars!  Three women who will meet my every sexual whim!"

She sighed.  "Now you're lying.  Very well."  She raised her
hand, pointed a crooked finger at me, and mumbled a few words in
a strange tongue.

Words came from my mouth, but they were not words I chose.  It
sounded like my voice, but it wasn't.  "I want to rape and fuck
little girls.  Lots of them.  I want to pull down their panties
and touch them all over down there, then I want to stick my cock
into their little cunts and press deep and come way up inside." 
What awful thoughts!  True, I had fantasized about doing things
inside of girls' underpants, but nothing like that!

Then I realized that it was me talking, it was just me with every
last inhibition removed.  I was spelling out a raw, primitive,
self-indulgent fantasy more complete than I had ever even let
myself imagine before.

My shockingly uninhibited self spoke more.  "But I don't want to
hurt them at all.  I want them to love it and thank me for raping
them.  I want them to wrap their little arms around me and
squeeze me tight because they love me."  I felt some relief. 
Apparently some sense of compassion and fairness survived when
all inhibitions were gone.

The witch looked a little shocked.  "Oh shit," I thought, "now
she's going to turn me into a stink bug, crush me halfway, and
leave me on my back, wriggling in agony until I give my final
twitch and die."  Then I realized that I had said it out loud!

She gave a wan smile at my fantasy of her wrath, but her
attention shifted back to the reward.  She looked at me for over
a minute.  "I admit it sounds kind of sick to me," she said. 
"But you say you don't want to hurt them.  Would you want to have
sex with little girls if it hurt them?  Even just made them feel
guilty?  Even if it was years later?"

I had no idea what my deepest unconscious would reply to those
questions.  To my relief, "No" was the word that came out.

"Have you ever molested a little girl?" she asked.

"No."  That was clear.

"Ever thought about it?"

"Fantasized, yes."

"Ever come close to doing it?  Made plans for it?"

"No."

She paused.  "Do you like having sex with grown women?"

"No."

"Is there anyone you want to do it with except little girls?"

"No."

"So, let me think," she said, mostly to herself.  "You want to
get into little girls' pants, but you never would because you
know it would hurt them.  Your brain is wired a little funny..."
She stopped and looked at me, "But don't think I judge you for
that.  My brain is wired funny too!"  She cackled a bit. 
Returning to her reverie, she continued, "Your brain is wired a
little funny, and you can't have what you want in life.  But
despite that bitter disappointment, you have what it takes to
give CPR to a disgusting, smelly hag."

The witch smiled, then raised her finger at me and said a single
word, and I felt the truth spell pass.  Now I could lie or
reframe the truth or at least stay silent when asked an
embarrassing question.  I had never realized before how precious
those abilities were.

She mumbled to herself.  "This is going to take some work," she
said to me.

"But -- I don't want to do those things!  They're just
fantasies!"

She ignored me and mumbled to herself some more.  With a sly
smile she asked, "You want to force yourself on the girl, eh? 
Rape her?"

I shook my head. "Heavens no!  That would be awful!"

The witch sighed, lifted her finger, about to squeeze the truth
out of me.

"OK, OK!" I heard myself say.  "I guess I do!"  The witch's
finger dropped as she gave a crooked smile.  I could feel myself
burning with shame.  "At least some of the time."  She seemed to
accept that.

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"Very well, I think I can do all this for you, but only on one
condition.  And you may not like the condition.

"Little girls are meant to have little pussies.   I can't let you
stretch a girl out with your big grown-up cock."

I wasn't seeing how this was going to work.  How do you conquer
and rape a girl without a cock?

"You and a little girl are out of proportion.  I can't have you
stretching her to your size.  But I could make you the right size
for her."

A tiny cock?  Like a little boy's?  Giving up my manhood?

"Here is a design for your cock," she said, and a rotating 3-D
image appeared in the air between us.  "If you are willing to
have this improved cock, you can have all the little girls you
want."

The hologram did not show a tiny cock.  It showed an ordinary one
-- erect, and a little bigger than mine, I noticed.  But it had a
unique feature.  There was a growth sticking out the tip, a
miniature cock on a cock.

"You stick this little part in the little girl and let her pussy
stay small like it's supposed to, but this tip here is just as
sensitive as the big one.  Your spurt will go out the end of this
small one into your little darlings.  A two-stage cock, kind of
like a rocket."

I smiled.  "How much experience has a witch like you had with
cocks?" I heard myself ask, with embarrassing impertinence.

"More than you'd think, young man, far more than you'd think. 
And not just from making myself young and beautiful with a spell.
 I really was young if not exactly beautiful once, but very
horny.  And I knew lots of cocks.  In the biblical sense.  So
would you like a two-stage cock?"

"Can I still use the big part on big girls?  The ones with
grown-up pussies?"  I wasn't so turned on by grown women, but
there was that in-between age...

"Yes," she said.

"And I could fuck -- I mean have intercourse with -- little
girls?"

"Yes."

I considered.

"But how do I get little girls, without hurting them and without
going to jail?"

"Here's how it works," she said.  "First, there is something
called "quick time".  We're in it right now.  See how everything
else is frozen?"

I nodded.

"You must learn some incantations.  When you want to get into
this magical quick time, say 'Freeze.'  When you are all
finished, you say 'Thaw.'  Think you can remember those?"

"Ummm. Yeah, I think I can manage that much."  She was teasing
me.

"Then go up to the little girl and kiss her gently on the lips --
after my lips you deserve as many pairs of sweet young lips as
you want!  As you do, she will come out of frozen time to join
you in quick time.  You will see a sort of ghostly outline
showing where she was when she unfroze, and to go back to real
time she has to assume the same position.  After a while she will
get anxious and want to go back.  You can't keep her out in quick
time more than an hour.

"Meanwhile, your cock will get hard -- no performance problems
for you!  When she comes to life, you get to catch her and rape
her.

"When you ejaculate in her, that little blob of semen will send
her into something better than an orgasm.  It's like a huge
orgasm, a chocolate sundae, peace, love and joy all wrapped up
into one!

"She will then think raping her was the most noble, wonderful act
a man ever performed.  To freeze her again just kiss her on her
little nose."  The witch absently rubbed her fingers against her
own prominent, crooked nose.  "When she's back in normal time she
won't remember anything.

"See how that solves all the problems?"

I considered.  I had a way of getting the girls alone, I could
rape them and they would end up loving it, and then they wouldn't
tell anyone.  "Yeah, I guess I do!"

"So, you want the new cock?"

I gulped.  "Yes," I said in a quiet voice.

I felt my cock inside my pants churning around.

It hurt.  "Ouch!" I cried, but the pain stopped as suddenly as it
had begun.

"It was no small feat!"  She started mumbling, "I might win an
Elegant Magic award for that -- letting a pedophile live out his
wildest dreams, without any bad consequences," then continued in
a louder voice, "Not that that had anything to do with it, not at
all!  Pure gratitude, that was it!"

The witch returned her attention to the knot of frozen people
around us.  "I can fix my heart up with spells, but I'll let the
ordinary doctors do their ordinary things too.  It saves my
energy," she mumbled.  She lay down where she had been.

The colors dimmed to normal and the car on the street moved
forward again.  Before long the ambulance arrived, and at least
they didn't grill me.  They had only a few routine questions,
then I was free to go.

----------------

I rushed home and went straight to the bedroom to see how my new
cock matched the blueprint I had been shown.  It was still
circumcised; the witch had left that alone.  In its flaccid state
my cock looked pretty much like it always had, though at the very
tip where the fluids come out it looked a little more
complicated, with an extra fold of skin.  I lay on my bed
thinking about little girls and soon enough my cock rose.  When
my erection was full I looked again.

The protrusion at the tip was about two inches long and about as
thick as a drinking straw.  Stroking the sides of my natural
old-style "first stage" cock felt as good as it ever had.  I
tentatively explored the new part.  It was as stiff as an
ordinary cock, with the same combination of flexibility and
firmness.  Unlike an ordinary cock it was slick with plenty of
lubrication.  The very tip did look just like the tip of an
ordinary penis in miniature.  As I tentatively rubbed it between
my finger tips it felt even more exquisite than the first stage.
Kind of like a clitoris, I speculated.

I rubbed it gently, and quite soon the exquisite pleasure gave
way to a magnificent orgasm.  I felt my loins convulsing
rhythmically.  The milky fluid that plopped off the end of my
little mini-cock wasn't much, maybe the volume of a large pea. 
It was a bit disappointing, but I figured if I had signed up for
a mini-penis I would have to settle for a mini-ejaculation too. 
Perhaps that, too, was in proportion to the little girls?  Yet in
terms of sensation it was far from a mini-orgasm.  As my cock
shrank the little mini-penis at the end rapidly slid back inside.

My body worked as she had promised.  What about the rest?

Could I ever trust her promise that I could force myself on a
little girl and she would end up loving it?  Could I count on the
little girl not remembering any of it?  I could imagine the
parental reaction if their daughter told them how a grown man had
pulled her pants down and shoved his thingy up her private spot.
Things would get no better if she told them how great it had
felt.

Finally, there was the question of morality.  Could I rape little
girls?  Perhaps my pedophilic self, awakened and expectant,
corrupted me.  The girls would like it and thank me for it. 
Surely that made it a good act, didn't it?  Besides, I deserved
some happiness in life too.


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My name is Mark, and as this story began I lived in Richmond,
Virginia.  At age 28 I worked as the Associate Special Assistant
to the Deputy Under-Director of Revised Efficiency of Information
Management Systems at a large corporation.  With that title, you
might expect I would be wearing a suit and working 9 to 5. 
Actually, I set my own hours and worked from home most days.

I had some male friends, but I didn't have a woman in my life and
hadn't had one for some time.  I could never keep girlfriends for
long because I just wasn't that attracted to them.  They were
good company.  In the bedroom I got it up, I penetrated them, and
I came.  I was an adequate lover, but it felt more like a duty
than a special act that would create a lasting bond.  My loins
burned only for little girls.

I had buried those forbidden desires, but the witch had called
them forth again.  Then she had given me a way to fulfill them.

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The next day I set out walking in search of a girl.  As usual, it
didn't take long to find one that made my heart skip a beat. 
This one looked to be about six and was walking hand in hand with
her mother.  Just the kind that I dreamt about when I
masturbated.  As we were about to pass on the sidewalk, I mumbled
under my breath, "Freeze".  The mother and girl stopped in
mid-stride.  Sounds ceased.  The colors got a little brighter.

As promised, my cock was hard.

I approached the girl and her mother, both completely rigid.  I
knelt before the girl.  I figured I could appreciate her a bit
before I kissed her.  I ran my hand along her warm cheek, then
down her front.  I even slid a hand up under her dress a bit. 
But the cloth was frozen in place like the hardest wood.

I brought my face close to hers and gazed into her eyes.  Just
being that close to a girl made my spirits soar.

My lips approached hers to within a millimeter.  I am about to
rape you, I thought, and you're going to thank me for it! 
Unbelievable!  I then closed my eyes and touched my lips to hers.
 Quickly I felt the lips melt from hard to soft, then felt her
stir.  She gasped with surprise and fear, seeing a stranger
appearing out of nowhere and feeling her mother beside her as
hard as wood.

Although I looked at her with tenderness, she naturally started
backing away.

I grabbed her wrist.  "Come over here," I said, pulling her along
to the grass.  "Do what I say, and everything will be all right,
OK?"  She nodded uncertainty.

"Lie down," I said.  After she lay down I flipped her dress up
and ran my hands along her thighs.  She kept her legs together. 
"Lift your butt."  As she did, I grabbed her panties and slid
them down to her ankles.

I then pulled my own pants and underpants down to free my unique
but very hard penis.  She looked frightened.  "Spread your legs
apart," I commanded.  She hesitated, her eyes fixed on my cock. 
"Do it!"  Her legs spread.  I then paused to enjoy the sight of
her little smooth pussy lips, then stroked them, then gently
pulled them apart.  Inside were all the parts of a woman, in girl
miniature.  There was her little cunt opening -- and I felt an
overwhelming urge to get into it, as I had fantasized about for
years.  I leaned over her and brought my organ in close to her
immature pussy.  I hadn't thought much about hymens, but there
was a hole in it.  There always is, I discovered.  I poked the
tiny tip against her little opening and pressed.

My top-stage lubrication let me glide in smoothly.  Waves of
pleasure coursed through me as she engulfed my little mini-cock.
I felt no strain or pressure.  The proportions were right.  She
looked dazed and upset, but there was no sign of pain.  I began a
little back and forth motion.  Quickly I had my two inches
inside, and started thrusting in and out.  My regular "lower
stage" tip bumped against her inner pussy lips each time.  I was
going to ejaculate inside this dear, sweet child, and it wasn't
going to be long.  My strokes got faster.  As I felt my tip
pressing deep up inside her, my pleasure built up and burst out
as orgasm.  I felt my loins pulse and felt the most satisfying
waves of pleasure of my entire life.

I was so possessed by my own pleasure that I missed the start of
the change that came over her.  A second after my little gob of
semen plastered her little cunt, she too went into an intense
bliss.  She didn't seem to notice when I pulled out and flopped
down beside her.  Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, and as it
let up she kicked her panties off, turned over and cuddled close
against my side, draping her top leg across my stomach.  "That
was amazing," she whispered.  She covered my neck and face with
kisses.

I shifted down to examine her between her legs.  She happily
spread them apart.  As I spread her pussy lips I saw her hole,
looking just like a little girl's ought to look.  The hymen still
covered it most of the way.  I had indeed fucked her and
possessed her and ejaculated inside her, yet her girl parts were
still the right size for a little girl.  I liked that.  I liked
that very much.  The proportions were in harmony.

I became anxious about the next part of the process, returning
her to normal time.  We dressed, and I got her straightened up as
much as possible.  She knew without my telling her to get back
into her spot where her shadow shimmered, holding her mother's
hand.  I knelt, stroked her tummy and legs a little, then kissed
her on the nose.

I resumed the position where I had been when I froze time.  I
didn't have to be in that spot, but since I had frozen the world
while I was in their sight, it would be quite strange for them if
I was suddenly somewhere else.  They would see me vanish into
thin air.  I made a note to myself to go into and out of quick
time where people weren't watching me.

"Thaw," I said.  The ordinary world came upon us again.  I turned
to watch the girl as she walked away.  She looked a little
unsteady, and I heard her mother say, "Walk straight, Liz!"

So Liz was her name.  I had just conquered and fucked Liz, age
six.  No one saw it, and she ended up loving it.  Her little
vagina remained small and unstretched the way it should be.  And
she didn't remember the experience, so she couldn't tell anyone!


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I wanted more.  Walking down the street I found another girl,
this one walking between her parents.  She looked to be about
four.  She had wavy brown hair that swept down past her
shoulders, and a perfect little face with brown eyes and an
innocent smile.  She was wearing a pink top and black and white
patterned shorts.

Just after I passed them I whispered "Freeze" under my breath.  I
sidled up to her frozen figure and knelt before her.  After
appreciating her face from close range I gently put my lips on
hers.  She melted into a real live girl.  When she saw me she
recoiled in fear and leaned back against her mother, but her
mother was of course frozen in place like a statue.  I grabbed
her hand and said, "Come with me."  She pulled back hard and
started screaming.  I quickly looked around but didn't see
anyone.  I hadn't thought to ask the witch if anyone else shared
this dreamy quick-time space with us.

This little girl was struggling for all she was worth, so this
would have to be a forcible rape.  She would thank me for it
later, I reminded myself -- then set about subduing her with
relish.  I forced her down on the grass.  She wiggled and kicked,
so I pinned her hands with mine and her thighs with my knees.

"Hold still!" I shouted.  She stopped, frightened.  "What's your
name?"

"Alison," she said meekly.

"Nice.  Now, Alison, pull your shorts and panties down so I can
get at you between the legs."  She started struggling again.  "Do
it!" I shouted.  "Or else!"

She quieted, regarding me with dread.  I released her, and she
quickly unfastened the shorts and lifted her hips to pull them
partway down her thighs.

"To your ankles!"  I said.  "Now spread your legs."  There was
her set of demure pussy lips.  As she spread her legs, they
opened just a tiny bit.  I spread them further and found the
little pussy opening that is always there, in every single girl.
I pushed my own pants and underpants down and leaned over, my
slick and hard little tip homing in on her opening.  I violated
her gently, if that makes sense, as I felt my little cock slide
into her.  Her little tube was hot.  I wanted to come in her
little cunt and saw no reason to delay.  Her hot pussy tube was
surrounding my very sensitive little penis as I moved insistently
in and out.  I saw tears in her eyes as I went over the edge into
blissful spasm.  "Oh, Alison!" I moaned.

A second later she relaxed with a smile and groaned, "Oh, so
nice... so nice."  She lay panting in an ecstatic daze.  When she
slowly sat up, she smiled at me.  She reached between her legs to
investigate.  "You put it up there?" she wondered dreamily. 
"Thank you!" she said.

My primal urges returned.  "I want to do it again," I said.

"Sure," she said, lying back, looking at me with rapture and
spreading her little pussy lips.  I poked once again into the
little tyke, who was entirely willing this time, and gave her
another little blob.

After enjoying resting and stroking her soft skin for a while, I
scrambled up myself and she put herself together.  Then she
launched herself at me, catching me unawares, and I had to quick
catch her to keep her from falling.  She pressed her entire front
against me and wrapped her legs around behind my back, kissing
me.  Much as I enjoyed her affection, my back started getting
tired.  I set her down, returned her to her shadow and kissed her
nose.

--------------

I went crazy with lust.  July was upon us, and an excellent place
to fulfill my desires was the beach.

A little girl of eight was sunbathing on her back, wearing a
flimsy black top and yellow bikini bottoms.  First I lay on the
motionless girl, and as I kissed her I felt her wooden form
become soft and start squirming beneath me.  All I had to do was
slide her bikini bottoms aside, spread her lips just a bit, and
feel exquisite pleasure as I violated her.  "No, no..." she
moaned.

"Oh yes," I whispered, "yes, yes!"  She didn't struggle.  I was
discovering that girls varied in their reaction to impending
rape, and I liked the variety.  Although it was a violation it
was a considerate one, one that didn't stress her tissues at all.
 I felt my mini-penis bathed in friendly warmth, sliding back and
forth on its own lubrication.  I was discovering that little girl
cunts also varied in how they felt.  Judy's had a satiny texture
that stimulated my mini-penis strongly with each stroke.

I surged deep until my "first stage" tip pressed against her
little pussy lips, and then the satin had its effect and with a
mere three strokes I pulsed my seed inside her.  When the magic
drop pulsed from the end of the organ, her entire body changed. 
She then cried her own, "Ohhhh, yes, yes!" and relaxed.

"I love you," she cooed, somewhat to my surprise.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Judy," she said from her daze.

She looked at me with total adoration, so I figured I could take
some time to enjoy her body.  I kissed her gently and she
responded.  I stroked her light brown hair, kissed her ear, and
moved my face lower.  I pushed her black top up and licked and
sucked her little nipples.  She stroked my hair gently.

I kept lowering myself until my face was between her legs.  I had
never looked at a little girl's privates in detail.  With Judy
eager to do anything I asked, I made a leisurely investigation.

There were the smooth puffy outer lips, which were usually shut
to protect their precious contents from the dangers of the world.
 Delicate inner lips formed the second line of defense.  Within
those flaps the skin was reddish and moist, the kind of skin that
the human body uses for its inner parts.  Inside was her tiny pee
hole, and above it the inner lips gracefully curved up and joined
right at a little hood.  I knew the tiny clitoris waited within,
biding its time.  When hormones woke her, the pleasure it brought
her would contribute to her mating urgency.

The organ I had just been penetrating with my little penis was
the other way, down past the pee-hole.  The little opening was
visible with a bit of skin partially covering it.  Nature
intended this part of her to remain dormant until the hormones
woke it, and you would never know I had just fucked it.  My
upper-stage penis was so small that I had been able to penetrate,
thrust, and ejaculate, feeling total satisfaction, while her
vagina remained dormant, harmoniously proportioned for a girl her
age.

I was curious.  "Let me know if this hurts, OK?"

"OK."

I pressed my little finger against her cunt opening, finding a
space in her hymen that was easily big enough for it.  I slid my
finger gently up inside her.

After appreciating her perfect legs as they rose to meet at this
magical juncture between her legs, I slowly returned to Judy's
face where I kissed more.

I snuggled with Judy a brief while, but then my eyes strayed to
the beauty on the next towel.  I wanted her too.  Since I had
forced myself on Judy pretty much where she lay, little
adjustment was required to get her aligned with the outline that
marked where she should be to return to real time.  I arranged
her in the right spot, then kissed her goodbye on the nose.  I
started admiring the next girl while letting my cock recover.

As I set about raping her in her turn, her bathing suit bottoms
in turn brushed aside to reveal her girl treasures.  I with
urgency and ecstasy shot my cum inside her, and once again
redeemed the rape by giving her the most intense pleasure
imaginable.

---------------

Perhaps it was related to my ejaculation being limited to a
single small blob of cum, or perhaps the witch had just been
kind.  In any event, I required virtually no down time.  My tiny
penis was ready to intrude into the next cunt in under a minute,
if I wanted.  I could do the same girl two or three times in a
row if I wanted, all the times after the first with an entirely
willing girl, eager to do whatever she could to ensure my
pleasure.  I never wanted oral sex with my reconfigured penis,
but I never tired of the demure vaginas that are standard issue
on every little girl.

Meghan had a mane of curly brown hair and a mischievous smile. 
She was eleven, and her body showed some breast development and a
bit of hips.  Her smile turned to fear only long enough for me to
get into her bikini bottoms, up her cunt, then give her a few
urgent wiggles and a spurt.  After raping her into ecstatic
submission I investigated to find some downy pubic hair.  On a
more leisurely reprise, I found that her cunt was in-between
size.  After my top-stage cock had gone into her easily, the
bottom-stage tip pressed tantalizingly against her opening.  It
was almost big enough to let me in, but not quite.

Alice was sitting in the sand playing.  She had the most adorable
tousled blond hair and blue eyes, and when she looked at me walk
by in ordinary time she smiled.  I froze time and nuzzled her for
a long time without kissing her awake.  She wasn't afraid when I
woke her, just curious.  When I reached down into her shorts I
realized she had diapers on.  Come to think of it, she looked
like she was about two.  But somewhat to my surprise, I wanted to
get into her pussy anyway.  Since she was in no distress and was
even giggling a little, I took my time matching my baby strokes
to her baby twat before sending her over the edge into sheer
bliss.  Her little cunt gripped me more tightly and intimately
than most others.

I spied a little girl Carol in a pink two-piece with a little
butterfly on her chest as part of the suit.  She had shortish red
hair tied in ponytails and a vague, dreamy face.  She looked
about three.  I wanted her cunt, so I took it.  She was pliant
enough that I sat her on my lap and bounced her up and down
gently on my mini-cock before tucking the elixir of girl
happiness deep inside her.

I like girls who are in the throes of puberty as well, and with
Mary I found a cunt that -- while virgin -- was big enough for my
usual full-size penis.  After the little penis had easily pushed
into her private tube I wanted to drive deeper.  The lower stage
pressed against her hymen, stretching it.  I wanted more.  I
pressed and tore it.  Mary yelped and cried a little.  With
pleasure from both of my cock stages coursing through me, I
didn't delay long before coming in her too.  And suddenly her
dreamy ecstasy made her forget all about her hymen.

A couple times after I had commanded a big girl to stay still
while I fucked her, I noticed her excitement building.  A few
girls do find rape highly arousing.  I often held back in those
cases and brought the girl to a real, old-fashioned orgasm.  Only
after that one subsided did I dose her with my little blob of
semen to flood her with transcendent joy.

I refined my technique for initiating a rape.  I found that the
best way to achieve compliance without struggle was to first hold
the girl very firmly about the middle, then as my lips drew back
from melting her, say in a firm, commanding voice something like
"Don't struggle, and no one will get hurt."  A surprising number
of girls obeyed their rapist very calmly.  In this case it worked
out well for them!

--------------

Summer ended, and with it the festival of little girls on the
beach.

In my hunger to mate, to conquer, to violate -- but also to bring
transcendent joy -- I started working my way through the entire
Pine Woods Elementary School.  Doing it outdoors during recess
felt more romantic than using a classroom floor, though I used
both.  In both places I took to bringing my own unfolding camping
mattress.  That served to keep each girl's clothes clean and also
cushion her little bottom from the weight of my body as it
rhythmically shoved into her.  I brought it with me into quick
time and unfolded it near where the rapes were to take place.

Dozens of times little jeans and panties dropped to reveal
precious little girl parts.  Dozens of dresses were hitched up
and panties yanked down or shoved aside.  I spread the protecting
pussy lips aside and promptly poked into the young vaginas and
graced each with a drop of enchanted semen that gave a better
high than the strongest cocaine.

One development made all this much easier.  I knew that a girl
would remember nothing of her experience after returned to real
time.  But the witch had said nothing about what would happen if
I did the same girl a different day.  I found out with
six-year-old Bethany.  I chose her because her cunt had been
especially warm in temperature and pulsed rhythmically, and I
hungered to feel it again.

For my reprise, I began in the usual way.  I grabbed her around
the middle, kissed her, and she melted into my own quick-time
reality.  "Don't struggle, and no one will get hurt!" I barked.

"Oh, it's you!" she squealed with a big smile and kissed me back
with passion.  "Will you do it to me again?  Please?"  With that
she hitched up her dress and like lightning stepped out of her
panties completely.  After a moment of thought she threw off her
dress too.  She lay on the mat with her legs spread wide as I
took out my hard two-stage penis.  That reaction brought joy to
my heart.  As I lowered myself onto her she looked at that penis
with hunger.  She held her own pussy open, saving me the trouble,
and guided me into her as I poked my cock towards its home. 
Raping the girls had its own appeal, but fulfilling the girl's
intense desire was nice too.  I enjoyed the sensations on my
little shaft and little tip as Bethany made herself totally
accessible to my intrusion.  I settled in for a nice, leisurely
fuck, but she was impatient.

"Oh, please, give it to me!" she said.  "Whatever you did before,
do it again!"

It was hard to resist her entreaties.  I sped up, enjoying her
encouragement, and felt myself convulse in ecstasy.

"Oh YES, that's it!" she said excitedly, and then her speech
slowed.  "Oh yes, mmmmmm."

I felt a bit cheated out of my nice slow fuck.  In under a
minute, I regained my full erection in both stages of my penis. 
"Can I go into you again?" I asked.

"Oh sure, anything you like," she said dreamily, caressing my
cheek.  So I settled in for my rhythmic, pleasurable in and out
on my little Bethany.  It was exquisite.  After a few minutes she
softly said, "Is there anything I can do to make it better for
you?"  She said it so sweetly I sped up and ejaculated deep
inside her little cunt again.

As we lay side by side I decided to find out more.

"So, you recognized me and remembered how good it was before?"

"Oh, yes!"

"Did you remember anything about it when you were back out
there?"

"No..." she said, a little thoughtful.  "I knew something very
good had happened, but I had no idea what.  But the instant I
felt you kiss me just now, I remembered it all!"

"Has anything in your life changed lately?"

"How long ago was it we did it before?"

"About two weeks," I said.

"Actually, yes!  I don't mind it so much when my brother teases
me, and I get the things they teach in school a little better, I
think.  And all around things in the classroom are better.  Fewer
kids being mean -- at least the girls."

That was interesting, and turned out to be part of a larger
pattern:  My little doses of sperm made the girls a little
smarter, a little more self-confident, a little kinder, and a
little healthier.  Sometimes it wasn't noticeable, but other
times it was dramatic.

"I ought to tell you, I've been doing this to some other girls
too."

"Oh," she said, her face darkening momentarily.  "Well, I guess I
like the idea of them feeling good too."

"Not jealous?" I asked.

"A little, but not really.  I can share you OK."

She looked at the tableau of girls around us.  "Have you done it
to Zoe?" she asked.

I looked at the girl she had pointed out and nodded.

"Can you do her again?" she asked.

"Well, if you get back into your shadow there," I said, pointing
to it, "then I can get her."

"Well, if I have to..." she said.  "But can I stay and watch?"

I considered.  "I've never tried that before..."

"Please?"

I liked the idea of sweet Bethany urging me on as I did Zoe. 
"OK, I will.  But if she doesn't want to be watched you can go
back, OK?"

"OK."

I leaned down to kiss Zoe, Bethany standing at my side with
anticipation.

As Zoe came to life she returned my kisses eagerly.  "Oh, wow,"
she said.

"Hi, Bethany," Zoe said, taking in her naked form.

"Hi, Zoe."

Zoe looked at me with hunger.  "Can I? ..." she started, looking
at Bethany.  "Will you do it to me again?" she asked me, with a
tone of near desperation.

"Sure," I said.

Zoe still looked at Bethany a bit uncertainly.

"He already did me.  It felt so, so good!  You must like it too!"

"Oh, that's for sure!" said Zoe.

"Can I watch?" Bethany asked.

"OK!" said Zoe, who then returned her attention to me.

My lust made me feel a little feisty.  "Well, lie down and show
me your cunt!"

Zoe stripped and made herself available.  "Cunt?" she said.

"It's just an exciting, dirty word for where I'm going to stick
my dick."

I hesitated before getting into position.  Zoe looked at my
two-stage cock, seeming to be willing it into her.  Still I
hesitated, enjoying the sight.

"Oh, don't tease her," Bethany said.  "Stick it in her ... cunt!"

I smiled at the two of them.  Naked Bethany was at my side, hand
on my shoulder.  Zoe was below me, looking expectant and more
than welcoming, her small cunt glistening and hungering for my
little cock.  I slid the organs together, satisfying her craving
-- and mine.  Zoe's smooth little cunt was enticement enough, but
having the naked Bethany looking on with excitement gave me an
extra tingle.

I decided to give Zoe what she wanted without further delay, and
within 30 seconds I honored my animal nature by lunging into her
as deep as my little cock would go, releasing my little blob.  My
animal nature rewarded me with ecstasy and release.  Zoe got lost
in her own ecstasy.  Bethany hopped up and down with excitement.

Waiting for us to regain some measure of composure, she asked,
"Have you done Marlene?", indicating a somewhat heavier girl.

"No," I said.

"Would you?" Bethany asked.  "She's having a tough time at home,
with her parents fighting all the time."

Zoe recovered, and the two of them strategized.  The first time I
had done them, some days before, the rape part of the experience
had been scary.  They didn't mind it so much, but they thought it
might be harder on Marlene, so they thought of ways to help her
through that part.

They held Marlene's frozen figure tightly on either side as I
bent down to kiss her.  As she came to life, looking frightened,
the other girls spoke as one, "Don't worry, Marlene, it's going
to be fine.  You need to get your panties off...  See, we're
naked too."

Marlene looked far from convinced, but she looked a lot less
frightened than some girls did when I raped them.  She was on her
back with her panties held aside in a matter of seconds.

"This part's a little strange, but just wait for what comes
next!" Bethany said.

I slid into Marlene and rowed away in her immature but hot tube.

"Look at it go in and out of her cunt!" Zoe said to Bethany.

Bethany moved in close to whisper in my ear, "Cunt, cunt, cunt!"
That set me off.  Soon I had conquered Marlene, spurted my blob
deep in her private parts and transformed her into one very happy
camper.

After a few minutes, as Marlene and I calmed down, Bethany
started feeling anxious, drawn back to her shadow as her hour was
nearly up.  The other two followed her lead, and when all three
were in place and refrozen I decided that was enough for one day.
 I picked up my camping mattress, folded it, and walked over to
the edge of the playground.  "Thaw," I said.  I saw Bethany, Zoe,
and Marlene looking a little dazed but soon picking up their
former activities.

From then on I recruited one or two helpers in each class in the
school to ease the rape of the other girls.  I first fucked my
helper to reward her for her efforts and satisfy her cravings,
and then she was there naked to calm each virgin as I got
mini-cock lined up with mini-cunt and shoved home.  The girl
still felt enough confusion and distress to spice up the
experience for me.  Having another little girl convincing my
victim how nice it was to be raped was a sweet touch.  A plain
old rape was still exciting now and then, but this arrangement
was better most of the time.  The full-blown rape was exciting,
but it took more out of me too, especially as I had to worry
about getting scratched or kicked.

Once, as an experiment, I unfroze Hannah, Carla, Maisie, and
Emily all at once.  It was a mistake.  I thought it would be fun
to watch them vie for who I would do first, but from the start it
didn't look like fun.  When I chose Emily and started fucking
her, the other three were visibly seething.  When I announced I
was going to take Carla next, Maisie and Hannah had a temper
tantrum and started to attack each other.  I intervened to hold
them apart.  Carla was upset to watch my penis drift away from
her after she had been all ready for it to slide in, but she
controlled herself.  Emily pulled out of her floating reverie a
bit sooner than she ordinarily would have to help me separate
Maisie and Hannah.  I returned to Carla and fucked her as fast as
I could, satisfying her.  Maisie was crying by the time I shoved
into her, and it took my drop of elixir to bring her out of her
bad mood.  Hannah was in such a bad mood that Carla and Emily
actually held her in place while I fucked her.  Fortunately my
organ didn't fail me.

Once sexually satisfied, the offending girls were all mortified
at their behavior.  I reassured them that we were all learning. 
From then on, whenever I was dealing with girls who I had done
before, I always unfroze one girl at a time and gave her a prompt
fuck and spurt to assuage her frantic hunger before thawing any
other girls.

It was a matter of considerable interest that the achievement
level of the girls of Pine Woods Elementary increased markedly,
while the boys showed no changes.  No explanation was ever found.
 For fun once I stopped in on a school board meeting and after
freezing it went around exposing my stiff enhanced cock to each
of the members in turn, but their frozen forms didn't take in
that explanation, of course.

One of the school board members had brought her thirteen-year-old
daughter, who was minding her own business doing homework.  As
long as I was there I decided to make her my business.  After
kissing the girl into a startled wakefulness, I bent her over one
of the tables in the committee room and fucked her from behind. 
She was the oldest girl I had raped up to that point, and it was
clear from the first time my lower-stage cock pressed against her
cunt opening that she would be big enough to take my entire cock.
 She gave no indication of pain as I took her virginity in the
old-fashioned way, my thick and long meat rudely stretching and
filling her hot, deep, and wet tube.

After I had ejaculated her into adoration I did her again in more
leisurely fashion in that position, now basking in her
encouragement for me to do whatever I wanted.  Soon she was back
doing her homework again, with an inner glow, an improved mood --
and suddenly she got that math concept that had been eluding her.

---------------

Summer came around again.

Deanna wore a pink baseball cap, a top with two ceremonial yellow
triangles over her ceremonial nipples, and a small white bottom,
a mere few threads wider than a thong, it seemed.  She was only
six, I found out later, but she had a worldly, wary expression. 
When I took her I was surprised to find that my entire cock slid
in all the way without resistance, and I enjoyed my full-size
fuck to the utmost before wondering why it was possible.  She was
less surprised to be raped than I would have thought.  What
astounded her was to find herself in rapture.

After she recovered, she told me her stepfather had been raping
her for some time.  Later I alerted the authorities, and the
abuse stopped.  I made a point of unfreezing her twice more to do
her again, hoping that the beneficial effects of my sperm would
help her deal with her trauma, and they did.

Once thawed she of course begged me to fuck her hard and fast. 
In this case my full man's penis was not in proportion to her
little body, but someone else had stretched her.  I confessed to
her that I enjoyed what her extra cunt depth and diameter allowed
me to do.  She was delighted to share her woman-sized vagina with
me to give me more pleasure.  It was a bit like receiving stolen
property, and it felt magnificent.

Sarah was ten, and she seemed bursting with joy just to inhabit
her body, a lithe and beautiful thing.  Her bikini top had a star
centered over where each nipple would be, and I could tell she
would be delighted when her breasts beneath started growing, but
would be delighted with her girlhood for however long that lasted
too.  I punctured her joy briefly as I rudely did my thing inside
her blue bikini bottoms, but the joy was soon restored and
multiplied tenfold.  Her girl cunt had been especially warm
inside and had just the faintest trace of roughness, just a hint
of sandpaper, and it led me to an especially find orgasm.

Kira was seven, serious and industrious.  She was covered with
sand and muck as she constructed her sand castle at the water's
edge.  She had short dark hair and the sweetest smile set in a
perfectly proportioned face.  Her bikini bottoms had stripes of
the bluish end of the spectrum.  When I kissed her awake and had
her pull down the bottoms I saw there was sand everywhere,
including right at the crack of her pussy lips.  I thought it
would be wise to rinse her off, so I dragged her into the water
and rinse her entire nether area to get her good and clean for
the mating.  I then marched her up on the beach and lay her back
down.  Her back got all sandy again, though the vital tender
reproductive part stayed all smooth and wet long enough to
support a happy, grit-free mating.  Her cunt was not quite as
pleasing as some others -- a bit on the cool side and loose.  But
just the idea of being inside a little girl and a little bit of
friction were enough to send me over the edge even without ideal
physical stimulation.

I found nine-year-old Emily in her pink-flowered bikini kneeling
on the sand, bent over looking at something on the beach, little
butt sticking up.  After reaching my head under her to kiss her
wooden form into a smooth, soft, delicious girl, I had her keep
that position and took her from the rear, enjoying the sight of
her little pussy from a different angle as I gently probed
between her lips into her heavenly vagina.

They say networking is good.  When I was lying in afterglow with
some especially alluring girl I would often ask if she had any
sisters, and if so get her address.  Pretty often those sisters
got their panties pulled down and their cunts gently violated in
their turn, often in their own front yard.

Despite my increasing skill at subduing my sweet little victims,
with scores and scores of them there was the danger one would get
away.  The witch hadn't explained fully to me what would happen
in case of an escape.  Would the girl get lost in quick time? 
Would reality itself break in some way?  The fear that seemed
most realistic to me was that it would break the spell that let
me fulfill my fantasies with such abandon, and that prospect made
me very nervous.

I got a chance to find out.  A leggy twelve-year-old broke free
after giving me a sharp kick in the shins, and she was faster
than me.  She led me through the playground and out into the
residential streets nearby, gaining all the time until I lost
sight of her.  I could do nothing, so I sat near her shimmering
portal back to reality, fearful but with nothing to do but wait.

After 45 minutes she reappeared at the edge of the playground. 
She was frightened of me, but as the minutes wore on her need to
get back to her own time won out over every other consideration.

As she approached I grabbed her.  "I have to get back!" she
pleaded.

"I'll let you back, as soon as you pull down those shorts and
panties so I can give you a quick fuck."

She looked frightened and struggled briefly, but then, looking
desperate, said "You promise?"

"I promise."

The shorts and panties came down.  I pressed her against a wall
of the climbing structure to do her standing up.  My little penis
went in quickly, but I judged that she might be able to take my
entire organ.  It was tight, and ordinarily I would have held off
and been satisfied to use my mini-penis, but I was mad at this
girl.   I rammed home anyway, which made her cry out.  With each
stroke I got deeper until I bottomed out.  And then I lunged into
her and conquered the impudent thing with a spurt of daddy juice.
 Like clockwork, she relaxed and smiled.  "Oh, wow, oh, thanks so
much!"

Although she was staggering with ecstasy, her compulsion to get
back to her shadow had her pulling shorts and panties up quickly.
 She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the lips, but then pulled
away to her shadow.  Before I could get to kiss her nose, she
refroze anyway.  Apparently girls would not run away in quick
time, and they would eventually get back to normal time without
my consent, if necessary.

----------------

My main hunger was to score with as many little girls as
possible.  Always new dresses, new panties, new pussy lips to
part, new little cunts to welcome my little dick and to absorb my
little blob of semen.  Their ecstasy and the improvement in their
lives were wonderful too.

Naturally some of the girls appealed to me more than others, and
I had a bunch of regulars.  These girls of course couldn't get
their panties off fast enough when I unfroze them.  The repeated
ecstasy also kept improving their adjustment in regular life. 
They tended to become star athletes, brilliant students, and
universally admired for their deft social skills.  After I
satisfied their primal hunger we often sat and talked for the
half hour or so before they needed to get back to real time.

Kayla was one of them.  One day she lay recovering from the
transcendent pleasure engendered by my little blob of semen.  I
was luxuriating in the sensuality of our intertwined bodies,
smelling her hair as my head lay against hers and stroking her
pubic fuzz as it graced her mound.  She was 12.

"This is so great with you, but back in the real world, I'm
really frustrated and horny.  I wonder if these convulsions we
have together make me want it more, even though I don't know
why."

"Interesting."  I started fingering her clit gently.

"Oh, that's just the kind of thing..." she said.  The ecstasy all
my little girls felt had nothing to do with their own genital
pleasure, it came straight from the magic semen absorbed through
the vagina.  But of course many twelve-year-olds had hormones
coursing through their blood that made their sex organs hungry
and quite ready to soak up sexual pleasure.

"I know Jake has the hots for me, but I'm sure he'd have no idea
what he's doing.  I babysit for the Jones's, and when Mr. Jones
takes me home I know he's thinking about my body.  I bet if I
gave him a hint, lean up against him or something, he'd want to
do it to me.  You think he would?"

"He might; I don't know him.  But then he's a married man."

"Hmmm."

"But here's an idea.  What if I showed up?"

"You?"

"Yes, me."

"I wouldn't know you."

"True, but maybe I could get to know you.  How could I show up in
your life?"

She considered a while.  "Mom and dad can never find someone to
take care of the yard.  Can you be a gardener sort of person?"

"I think so.  How could I convince you to trust me and not scare
you away?"

She thought briefly.  "Come in asking for water, and ask me about
my life.  If you say you'd love to see me do some gymnastics
moves I'll do them for you.  And you could spot me.  I can
imagine how I would feel if your hands roamed from their proper
spotting locations."

"Sounds wonderful.  And could we get away somewhere so I could
possess your sexually frustrated little body?"

"I have two older sisters, and they're fighting with my parents
all the time.  So they don't pay much attention to me.  I'll just
say I'm going on a sleepover."

I constructed a new identity for my liaison with Kayla.  I wasn't
sure how this was going to go, and I did not want to be
identified.  When I met Kayla I introduced myself as Mitch.

Kayla was as hot and horny as her quick-time self said she would
be.  Back at my apartment she was obviously disappointed to have
to drink a Coke first before we could start feeling each other up
in earnest.  She liked being touched everywhere, and frankly
could hardly wait to get my cock in her cunt.  Her cunt had for
some time been big enough for my full cock, and she got it again.
 I wore a condom, which both shielded my unusual penile
configuration and kept her from experiencing a suspicious
super-orgasm.  Her pleasure had to come the old-fashioned way,
and she shrieked her orgasm as my tongue finished its slow
exploration of her pussy by flicking her clit rapidly.

In the real world Kayla and I could spend an entire night
together, not limited to the hour before she had to leave
quick-time.  And I could earn her affection the old-fashioned way
rather than with little magic globs of semen.  After our second
bout of lovemaking we were settling down for the night.  I was
spooned against her back.

"Mitch?"

"Yes, Kayla."

"I have this feeling I know you.  Like we met in a previous
life."

"Hmmm.  You seem familiar to me too.  I figure it's just that
we're right for each other."

"Yeah, that too."

We saw each other for a full year before she decided she needed
to concentrate on boys her own age.

Kayla wasn't the only one.  I had Samantha and Jennie as
real-world lovers at the same time, and sometimes had to make
creative excuses to keep them from finding out about each other.

I was curious what my blob of semen would do to a girl when I
splatted it inside her in normal time.  I confirmed with both
Kayla and Jennie that, as I expected, it did not cause any
super-orgasm.  Only when offered in quick time did it have that
effect.

----------------

I have raped thousands of little ones, often with the help of
their peers who correctly assured them that they would soon thank
me profusely for my intimate attentions between their legs.  I
could never rape the same girl twice, however -- she was always
so willing the second time it couldn't be called rape.  Some of
them came close to raping me!

My encounter with an individual girl is exquisite:  There is fear
and tension.  If she struggles, bodies jostle and flesh slaps and
strains against flesh.  There is a dance of thighs, fingers,
panties, pussy lips, and then the inward surge of a small but
virile prong that signifies my victory.  I celebrate the victory
with a little in-and-out victory dance before ejaculating inside
her little cunt.   The girl's ecstasy redeems the rape.  If the
dance is repeated the mood is entirely different.  Fear and
tension are replaced with joy and anticipation.  Our two bodies
move as one to ease my little cock into her little cunt on the
way to simultaneous ecstasy.


=================================
Four years later

Kayla was at her desk on a fine Sunday morning, surfing the web.
She was looking for ideas for an outfit for the Junior
Semiformal.  There were so many styles to choose from, and she
wanted something really stunning.  She wanted to impress her
girlfriends.  Her date was her lab partner Michael, and he
wouldn't notice, but her girlfriends would.

She started feeling queasy.  It got worse, and before long she
found herself leaning over the toilet retching.  The queasiness
continued all afternoon.  She figured she had a stomach bug and
would have to wait it out.  She still got up to look over
outfits, chat online, and do some homework.

She woke Monday morning with the sense that she had had a
powerful dream, though nothing of the content remained.  She
still felt queasy but it wasn't enough to keep her home from
school.

Tuesday morning as she floated between sleep and wakefulness, she
remembered a man speaking to her in a stern voice.  She was
terrified, and then she felt just wonderful.  Over the next
couple days the dream became clearer.  Now she remembered pulling
her panties down at the man's command, feeling him lean over her
and feeling the poking down between her legs.  In the dream she
was frightened, but the fear gave way to that wonderful feeling.

She then realized it was not a dream but an actual memory.  What
she dreamed was exactly what had happened.  The other astonishing
thing was that she knew the man.  It was Mitch, the man who had
introduced her to the mysteries of sex when she was in seventh
grade.  They had met regularly throughout that school year, and
she still smiled when she remembered the sex they shared.  She
had broken things off in order to concentrate on boys her own
age, but it had been hard.

Steve, in eighth grade, had been clumsy in bed.  Jared had been
little better.  In ninth grade she had gone out with Seth for
three months.  The sex got to be OK and she started really liking
him.  Then he dumped her.  She had felt badly hurt, and it hurt
worse when she found he had been with her just for the sex.  So
then she had given up on boys.  There was so much else to occupy
her attention in high school.

She still remembered fondly her times with Mitch.

But now she had very clear memories of an even earlier time.  She
had been in a special place.  Mitch had forced himself on her,
she had loved it and begged for more.  After meeting several
times in that special place, they had arranged to meet in the
ordinary world.  It was very strange.

Back in the present, it suddenly just came to her with total
certainty:  she was pregnant.  Her period had not come as
scheduled and a drugstore test readily confirmed what she already
knew.

What was totally stunning was that she hadn't even made out with
a boy in two years!  She had this intuition that Mitch was the
father, but of course that was impossible.


---------------
"Kayla, let me in!"

"We've been through this a million times!  There's nothing left
to talk about!"

"Kayla!"

"Go away!"

"If you don't tell the truth, soccer is over!  You're going
nowhere this summer!  No trip to California!  No Camp Turing!" 
She had been a counselor at the computer camp and loved it.  She
was looking forward to doing it again.

Kayla gritted her teeth and opened the door.

"What really happened, Kayla?  You're not the first one who has
gone through this, you know.  It's a very common pattern; the
counselors say so.  Let me say it again:  You fell for an older
guy, you think you love him, and you know he'll go to jail for
statutory rape.  I know you want to protect him, but you can't! 
You think you love him now, but you'll see!"

Kayla took this line of questioning patiently.  There was no one
to name.  In the old days she could have ruined some boy's life
by claiming he was the father.  She hoped she wouldn't have done
such an awful thing to save her own hide.  In this day and age,
with genetic testing, that wasn't even an option any more.

She had hidden her pregnancy for three months.  She agonized,
constantly wondering how she could explain it, searching for
something to say.  When she finally steeled herself and admitted
it, it was even worse than she had feared.  She had tried to say
she had been raped and was unable to describe her attacker.  But
she couldn't keep her story straight; she wasn't that good of a
liar.

For the life of her, she had no idea how she had gotten pregnant.
 Had someone slipped her some drug that made her not only pass
out but forget she had passed out?  She hadn't been to any wild
parties.  She would have felt it in her vagina later; she knew
how it felt in the hours after a cock had been stretching her out
when she hadn't had sex in a while.  Had some guy jerked off on
the toilet paper in the girls' room and the little sperm made
their entrance when she wiped herself?  Had someone broken into
her bedroom at night and carefully stuck a little syringe of
semen up inside her?

Her mother continued her harangue:  "And it's getting late.  One
more month and we'll have to go to Canada to get the abortion! 
You have too much of a future ahead of you.  You can't waste it!"

She realized there actually was something to talk about.

"I'm going to have the baby and give it up for adoption."

Her mother paused.  The counselors said girls sometimes said
that, but then when the baby arrived they couldn't stand the
thought of giving it away.  Seventy percent of the time the girl
would keep it, they said.

"We're always ready to listen," her mother said, trying to sound
accepting and calm but unable to hide her anger and frustration.
"But this can't go on forever!  You have to tell the truth!"

Her mother left, leaving Kayla staring out the window.  If she
couldn't get her parents to stop bothering her she thought she
would lose her mind.

Kayla thought hard that afternoon, and developed a plan.  She was
a confident, self-assured girl, and she would need every scrap of
inner strength to pull off her plan.  She gathered her parents in
the living room.

She took a deep breath.  "Mom, dad.  I'm going to have this baby.
 I'm going to give it up for adoption.  I know you don't think
I'll follow through.  I'll give up soccer, and I'll give up the
camp if I have to.  But I'm going to have the baby."  Tears came
to her eyes.  "But I won't take any more arguments."

Her father started, "Oh, for cripe's sake, Kayla!..."

She raised her hand to stop him.  Now she played her trump card.
"I've checked.  There are right-to-lifers out there who will
offer me a secret place to stay until the baby comes, to make
sure I don't give in to pressure and have an abortion.  I don't
want to do that, but I will if I have to!"  She fought back tears
but held her ground.  Her parents were speechless.

Kayla stayed at home, she played soccer, and she was a counselor
at Camp Turing, despite her growing belly.

When the time came, she was delighted with her baby girl.  She
looked like Mitch, and she named her Michelle.

She nursed perfect little Michelle for three days, and then
signed the adoption papers.  Her parents breathed a huge sigh of
relief.

By the time she gave Michelle up, she knew for certain, deep
down, that Mitch was the father, and that the baby had been
conceived years ago.  She also knew that Michelle was a special
baby.

She made some efforts to locate "Mitch", but of course they were
futile.


======================================
Three years later

A sensational story was unfolding in Richmond, Virginia. 
Forty-seven different girls had gotten pregnant by the same man
-- genetic tests on the infants revealed that.  Most of the girls
insisted that they had not had intercourse anywhere near the time
when the baby was conceived.  Six, including Kayla, had promptly
gotten pregnant again a few months after giving birth, and their
babies had the same father too.

Having had one unintended and mysterious pregnancy, many girls
were happy to go on the pill after their baby was born.  They
didn't get pregnant again, so soon the pill was pushed strongly
on all the girls by their parents.

This man must be a serial rapist of a very unusual kind.  A
couple victims half-heartedly claimed they had been raped, but
their stories were quickly dismissed.  Speculation raged about
how the man managed this feat.  Some speculated that he was not
actually raping the girls but surreptitiously performing
artificial insemination on them.  Others suggested he had some
unusual drug inducing amnesia.  Many of the girls shared some
vision of being taken to a place out of time and raped, so
researchers speculated that perhaps this drug induced strange
memories as well.

The government response to these startling developments was
complex.  Initially, honest researchers investigated it as an
unusual scientific phenomenon in need of a logical explanation.

Two factors soon drove the research underground.  The national
security apparatus sensed something they needed to keep secret. 
It might be a foreign attack, or it might form the basis of a
potential weapon, but in either case public discussion should
cease.

The other factor was the rise of a church based on the strange
pregnancies and the experiences of the girls.  Christianity did
not relish any competing religions.

While it was impossible to hide the facts, it was possible to
generate so much noise that the truth of the unexplained
pregnancies was no longer discernible.  Closely related stories
abounded, and all of them were found to be hoaxes or
misunderstandings.

So the general public dismissed the phenomenon, and the national
security apparatus went about studying it secretly.  The best
evidence that something truly unusual was happening was that even
when a girl was kept under 24-hour guard after delivering a baby,
she could still become pregnant within a few months if she was
not on the pill.

When one of the girls died under mysterious circumstances, a
highly classified autopsy revealed that where most girls had eggs
in their ovaries waiting to ripen, this girl had nothing but
embryos in her ovaries.  It explained the spontaneous
pregnancies, but left open how this was medically possible and
how a single man managed to have fertilized all of these embryos.

One interesting trend started with Kayla.  She had already had a
second baby, and knew that going on the pill was the way to avoid
another pregnancy.  Yet she had deliberately stopped taking the
pill several months after her second baby, and she was well along
in her third.  She wanted the baby.  She wanted it, and knew from
the start that she would give it up for adoption.


-----------

Zoe, Bethany, and Marlene were gathered at Marlene's house.  All
three had gotten pregnant within six months of each other. 
Marlene was due in four weeks, while Bethany and Zoe had several
months to go.

All three had remembered their joint session with a mysterious
man in a place out of time, and when they looked each other up
they found that their stories matched perfectly.

In Marlene's living room a new religion was being born.  Jesus
had returned to earth in the form of a man who took girls out of
time, raped them, filled them with bliss -- and planted in their
wombs seeds of children to be born years later when the girls
came of age.  These children would be the salvation of humanity
when they in turn grew up.  Giving them up for adoption to other
couples was their best path in life.

They named their new religion the Bearing God's Children Church,
or BGCC for short.

The other aspects of the religion were straight from
Christianity; none of these girls had any notable religious
imagination.

The religion quickly gained converts among the scores of girls
who were spontaneously getting pregnant, since they shared the
same basic memory.

A few, like Kayla, had the additional memory of the mysterious
man out of time also being a flesh-and-blood individual named
Mitch, but the church didn't consider that to be of much
importance.


====================
One year later

I read of all these developments with great interest, of course.

I couldn't at the time read the classified government reports
about the girl's ovaries being full of embryos.  Nonetheless, the
most logical explanation was that my little ejaculations into my
dear girls were somehow making them have babies years later. 
Strong supporting evidence was that the girls were remembering
correctly exactly what happened when I raped them in quick time.
It appeared that when a young woman became pregnant with my baby,
the witch's amnesia spell wore off.

My excitement grew as I realized that with each ejaculation I was
impregnating the little girl for life.  I became more driven than
ever to find new panties to pull down and new little vaginas to
penetrate and wet with my little blob.

I was the alpha male of all time.  Once I spurted into a little
girl, all competing males were shut out of her future.  Her
entire reproductive future was mine.  She could go on the pill to
limit her pregnancies, but judging from the reactions of the
first girls, and especially those who had joined the BGCC, they
wanted to have as many babies of mine as they could and offer
them up for adoption to worthy homes where they would be
cherished.  My spawn was going to spread far and wide throughout
the nation.

It amused me greatly that within the rapidly growing BGCC I was
believed to be the second coming of Christ.  There was one
similarity:  If I were caught, I would be crucified, at least
metaphorically speaking.  After genetic identification, I would
be convicted on some thousands of counts of statutory rape.

My goals and those of the BGCC were much the same in an important
respect:  We both liked the idea of my fucking and impregnating
as many little girls as possible.  Why not get them to help me?

For starters, I would try to get the BGCC to line up the little
girls for me to rape instead of my having to hunt them down.

-----------

Meghan sat at a desk in what had been the living room of an
elegant home in Richmond.  She was one of the unpaid staff at the
headquarters of Bearing God's Children Church.

A hand-addressed envelope without return address caught Meghan's
attention as she sorted through the morning mail.  She opened and
read the hand-written note within.  Her eyes went wide and her
heart pounded in her chest.  "Oh, my God, oh my God!"

"What?" asked Wendy, racing to her side.

"To the Chosen:
Five wee lasses ye shall find, and lay them without clothing upon
soft cloth, beneath the Great Oak.  This ye shall do at sunset on
the morrow.  A note of one hundred of the currency of the age ye
shall leave between two toes of each, and ye shall know it is I
for it shall have gone.  From one hundred paces keep watch.
"I am who I am"

What can I say?  I had no experience at being a deity.  The new
Christ wasn't going to write in Aramaic or Greek or whatever it
was.  At the other extreme, maintaining a Twitter or Facebook
page seemed decidedly undignified for God.  Archaic language had
the ring of authority to it, I thought, and it resembled at least
superficially the language of the beloved King James bible.

Asking for money seemed a bit sleazy, but then I realized that in
many traditions holy men were beggars.

Putting the money between the girls' toes sounded weird, but I
had a problem.  I couldn't just pick up any object from quick
time and bring it back to real time with me.  It was frozen. 
When I kissed a girl she and her clothing thawed, but none of the
surrounding objects.  The money between her toes would be soft, I
assumed.  Later I could instruct the BGCC to put the money in her
clothing if I wasn't ordering up naked virgins.

I started asking for mere C bills, but I figured I could ramp up
my financial requests over time.  It's easy enough to raise money
for God's works, but it's even easier when God Himself is asking
you to turn over the dough.

The cash would let me quit my job, and within months I found I
could devote far more of my time to impregnating little girls.

The Church worked quickly to fulfill my first request. I thought
my note was plenty long as it was, but it still left quite a bit
open. After much discussion, they decided to include among the
five girls one of my own daughters.  The oldest of them was
four-year-old Michelle, Kayla's daughter.  Converts had daughters
of all ages, and the church picked four others they thought I
would like.  All of the parents were a little nervous, for I
hadn't said what I was going to do with them.  Hopefully just
rape the little dears, but they weren't certain.

It hadn't occurred to me that they would wonder what I was
planning to do to the tender young maids.  I had nothing in mind
but insinuating my small cock into their little pussies and
leaving them with a little blob of my magical stuff.

It hadn't occurred to them that I as a deity would not know that
one of the five was my own daughter, but as it turned out it
didn't matter.  Perhaps my lust muddled my moral compass, but I
had no problem at all fucking my own daughters.  It was
especially exciting.

-------------

I froze time some blocks away from the Great Oak and strode
quickly among the frozen cars.  I spied three little knots of
adults watching from the specified hundred paces in three
different directions.  As I approached, I saw that five luscious
little girls were lying naked.

I kissed the youngest awake -- my daughter Michelle, though I
didn't know that at the time.

"Hi," she said with a shy smile.  She spread her legs.  "Want to
poke me in the peepee?"

I had figured they would tell the girls what to expect.  Memories
from quick time did not follow the girls back to real life, but
they came into quick time knowing everything they knew from the
real world, including in this case how to act when God raped
them.

Little Sarah's tender thighs were spread somewhat.  Following
them upward with my eyes, they came together at her tender pussy
lips, which when pushed aside revealed her tender little cunt
hole.  Maybe a deity wouldn't refer to it as a "cunt", but I
wasn't a deity.  I was a lusty man who wanted to penetrate my
mate and fill her with the fruit of my balls.

I set right about doing exactly that.  And with the proportions
of cock and cunt in harmony, little Sarah didn't mind in the
least. Her ecstasy overwhelmed her a second or two after mine,
and her pleasure had religious overtones, to the extent a
three-year-old can apprehend such things.  At the same time, my
sperm took off to storm her ovaries and claim all the eggs as
mine.  In this way I fathered the first 15 of my inbred children,
ones who had 3/4 of my genes.

Sarah had barely moved from her shimmery shadow.  I almost forgot
to take the money from between her toes before I kissed her all
over before ending at her nose, freezing her again.

I took the other four one after the other, freezing each before
thawing the next.

The oldest asked me if I wanted some other sexual position, like
from the rear.  I thanked her but said missionary worked great
for me.  She obligingly spread her thighs wide and helped my
little organ into her.  She was big enough for my full cock, and
it had only a brief tussle with her adolescent cunt before
surging through to ecstasy.

When I unfroze time, five content, energized girls got up to
return to their waiting parents.  The girls were a bit
disappointed, since they remembered nothing.  But as God had
promised, the money was gone.

--------------

I kept my true identity well hidden, but developed a regular
communication channel with the BGCC.  I could send letters and
both sides could leave notes in pre-designated locations.

It was clear they wanted the church to spread beyond the Richmond
area, and I could see the advantages.  So God ordered new centers
to open up in the vicinity of LA, New York, Chicago, and Houston.

That meant I had to get there.  I flew coach class and aroused no
suspicion.  For the most part I left the girls alone on the plane
because the spaces are so cramped.  But if a cutie who caught my
fancy walked past on her way to the bathroom, I would catch and
fuck and impregnate her.  But that was rare.  My body could use a
full day's break from fucking now and then anyway.

Originally I had assumed that quick time was a place I shouldn't
stay for long, but as the months and years rolled on I got more
and more comfortable there.  The girls needed to get back within
an hour, but that didn't mean I did.  The frozen people all
around me were not waiting around bored; time simply didn't move
for them.

So after sending a girl back with a kiss on her tender nose I
could relax on my camping mattress.  Sometimes I napped.  I
sometimes brought a lunch in to quick time with me.  A lunch
break between fucks was refreshing.

The BGCC lined up thousands of young virgins for sacrifice. 
Instead of a horrible death, I graced them with the most intense
pleasure they had ever felt, sometimes a boost to their
intellectual and social capacity -- and a lifetime's worth of
God's babies.

------------
The BGCC didn't just provide rows of little girls lying on their
backs.  They used their creativity to spice things up.

In arranging one liaison the BGCC requested that I bring a
flashlight.  Winding through a couple corridors my flashlight was
soon the only source of light.  In the center room was a
multistory unusual structure, a maze in three dimensions.  The
maze walls were a coarse mesh and the floors were transparent, so
there were lines of sight throughout the structure, but getting
to what a person could see wasn't necessarily so easy.

In my flashlight beam I saw the eight girls, all beautiful, all
naked, ranging in age from about 8 to 12. I kissed them awake one
by one, stopping for a quick caress of each one as she became
warm and soft.

I played my light over the climbing structure so they could get a
sense of what was there, but later realized that they had played
on this many times before and were quite familiar with it.

I turned off my flashlight, gave them a head start, and then
plunged in after them.  I noticed tiny dim red lights moving
through the structure.  They were affixed to the naked girls,
though I hadn't noticed that before when my flashlight was on.

"Bet you can't catch me!" called one voice.

"My pussy's feeling very lonely, where are you?"

"I'm a little scared of the dark.  Can you come hug me?"

"You can't fuck us 'til you find us," one crooned in a low,
suggestive voice.

I crept as quietly as I could.  After maneuvering so that no mesh
was between me and a light, I lunged and grabbed.  I caught
flesh.  Moving in on my prey with my other hand I quickly
discovered that I had an ankle.

It doesn't take any light to maneuver from any identifiable part
of a girl to her reproductive treasure.  Hand over hand I quickly
wrestled my first catch onto her back, straddled her, and dove
in.  I was feeling like a conquering animal, and I didn't need
many strokes to make this one mine.  One small spurt, a limp girl
awash in ecstasy, and a dozen babies planted.

The next one's light was on her nose.  It is no harder to
navigate downward from a nose than up from an ankle.  She
struggled some, but I could tell it was pretend.  I bred her too.

I had done four of them by the time 45 minutes had passed, and
they mentioned they were getting anxious.  I turned my flashlight
back on so they could all see their way out of the maze.

I hadn't found that "You can't fuck us 'til you find us" girl,
and she had taunted me a couple more times.  She had meant it in
fun but it still irked me that I hadn't been able to find her. 
Now that they were out of the maze, I had a hunch which one it
was.  I tickled her to get her to say something, and her voice
confirmed her identity.  I then wrestled her to the floor and
gave her a good fucking with my mini-penis.

Eight kisses on eight noses and that sweet episode was over.

--------------

Hecate's "clothes" were quite unusual.  Her skirt was really just
an afterthought connected to the side of a giant cloth and foam
thing.  When I kissed her, the thing thawed with her, because it
was part of her clothes.  To some extent, reality followed the
letter and not the spirit of the witch's spell.  Hecate promptly
stepped out of the skirt, revealing pink panties with sparkles. 
She looked to be about eight.

"Get Laura and Sissy too," she said.  Laura was about six, and
dressed in a white diaphanous shift.  Sissy looked to be about
one year old and was wearing a pink shirt and pink pants.  BGCC
often had "extras", and I wondered briefly what role she would
play.  I thawed them both with gentle kisses.

On a second look, the giant cloth and foam thing was a fair
representation of a girl's upper thighs and pussy.

Hecate took one giant pussy lip and Laura the other and they
pulled them back, smiling at me.  I removed my robe and
underpants to reveal my male organ. All three girls gave it a
curious look. Inside was a little cave, the walls covered in a
fleshy red satin.  I offered Sissy my hand and we crawled inside.
 Hecate and Laura followed us.  It was a cozy fit for the four of
us, maybe the size of a single bed, but clearly in the shape of a
vagina, and with its tubular shape we all tended to roll
together.

Hecate and Laura brushed their hands all over me.

Laura whispered in my ear, "You can have my virginity any time
you want.  My little cunt's right under my shift."  She set to
licking my cheek gently.

Hecate spoke in my other ear, "What's inside my panties is all
yours."

Sissy piped up with, "Naked!"

Hecate's hand gently stroked my first stage penis.  Everyone at
the BGCC knew that the upper stage was sensitive and shy.  It
wanted only one kind of touch:  envelopment in little girl cunts.

I slid my fingers along the elastic of Hecate's panties and then
slid inside to cup her little girl sex.  I slid the other one up
under Laura's shift to cup hers.  It was a tough choice.  I felt
a sudden surge of lust and chose Laura because I could get into
her a fraction of a second sooner.  I pushed her back gently and
started moving our loins together.

"Oh, goody!" she said, wiggling her hips back and forth.

Hecate's hands were all over me.  "Let me watch you fuck her,"
she whispered with excitement.  My cock rapidly closed on Laura's
virgin sex.  She held her lips open with one hand, and with the
other pointed right at her vaginal opening.

My tip found the opening within her hymen and pressed in.  Her
small, shy, warm cunt enveloped me.  My own lubrication made it
an easy in and out.  My inward stroke ended when the wider tip of
my lower-stage penis bumped against her little cunt opening.

"Oh, that's so exciting!" Laura whispered.

"Fuck fuck!" said Sissy, making the other three of us laugh
briefly.  Who taught her that?  But my serious sexual hunger
quieted us again rapidly.  Sissy leaned against me and whispered
in my ear, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."  I never had enjoyed so
much taking orders from a one-year-old.

"I like your balls," Hecate said, stroking them gently.  "Give
her some of what they make!"

My tiny penis was engorged, hard, intrusive, and just about ready
to spit.  "Oh, Laura, I'm almost there," I panted.

"Start my babies!" she said.  That was all it took.  I twitched,
and my orgasm was enriched by the sight of Laura's shift
scrunched up revealing her little girl pussy.  Hecate's presence
beside me helped too:  her pink panties covering her own little
cunt, her hair brushing my shoulder, her lips nibbling my ear,
one hand on my chest and the other on my balls.  Laura let out a
huge moan and lay back in an ecstatic daze.

"Happy!" said Sissy.

The four of us collapsed together in a pile while Laura and I
panted.  Hecate kept teasing me with her nibbles and caresses. 
Within two minutes her ministrations had their effect as my penis
rose again, the little tip extruding once more after picking up
more lubrication from its sheath.

I slithered around to face Hecate squarely.  "Your turn," I said
with an evil grin.

"Me?" she asked shyly.  I nodded.

Hecate was a truly gorgeous girl, and I set about licking and
caressing her entire face, neck, and torso.  She wiggled and
squirmed happily.  I worked my fingers inside her panties, then
helped her wriggle out of them.  I backed partway out of the
giant vagina to position my tongue right at her little pussy.  I
wanted to know her girl parts in every way I could.  I gazed at
her, licked, and smelled.  But my organ was twitching for its
turn, so I slid my body back up the red satin vagina.

Laura had recovered and then crawled down past us, then plopped
Sissy on her lap down below us in our little vaginal cave.

"Watch, Sissy, watch them do it.  See that little hole there in
Hecate -- there it is, now her pussy lips are spread apart.  See
God's thingy.  The little part at the end goes in girls like us.
Watch, and you'll see it slide right into that hole in Hecate's
pussy.  There!  It was just inside my cunt, and he shot out the
holy stuff to start all my babies and make me feel really good. 
And he's going to do that with Hecate soon.  See it going in and
out?"  Sissy nodded.  "See God's body tense up.  He works hard to
give us the stuff."

"Oh, Hecate," I cried, fixing her eyes with mine and feeling the
spasm starting.  "You're so sexy!  Unnnnhhh!"

"See he holds it all the way in, so the holy stuff goes just
where it should and doesn't leak?"

A second after she received my gift Hecate trembled and whispered
incoherently with pleasure.

"And now Hecate feels better than she ever has in her life.  And
God has started all her babies."

As our breathing slowed, Hecate and I relaxed, bodies deliciously
intertwined, then started dozing.  Laura played quietly with
Sissy.

After twenty minutes I figured it was time to send these girls
back, so I rose to sitting, as did Hecate. Sissy stood between
the two big girls.

"One more thing," said Hecate.  She and Laura slowly tugged down
Sissy's pink pants; she wore no panties or diaper beneath. 
"Isn't she pretty?"

I had been admiring Sissy's pretty face and wide blue eyes for
some time, and now her own small girl's pussy was exposed.  They
mostly look alike, girls' pussies, but they are all beautiful.

"Some day, Sissy, some day," I said.

"Mother Jane wondered if you might want her now," said Laura. 
"Only if you want."

Sissy was young, and I wouldn't have thought of her in a sexual
way.  But my organ was very stiff and ready, and her young cunt
was right in front of me.  I reached out to stroke it gently. 
Sissy smiled.

"It might be your turn, Sissy," said Hecate. "You want to be a
big girl too?"  Sissy nodded.

The pink pants came down all the way, and the pink top came off.
Hecate held Sissy's lips apart.  Her cunt hole was small, of
course, but it had less of a hymen than many girls do.  My
mini-penis would fit.  I was ready to do her.

"Oh, you're such a lucky girl, Sissy!" said Laura.

"Fuck fuck!" said Sissy.  The big girls lay her on her back and I
loomed over her to get in position.  As my mini-penis approached,
Sissy started giggling.

I saw my tiny tip enter her tiny little cunt and felt that hot
bath that all girl cunts give me.  As I wiggled back and forth
Sissy laughed and then squirmed a bit, but Hecate and Laura held
her pretty still.  I pushed gently until I felt the little tip
hit against the back of her little cunt.

It was special.  Sissy giggled and looked at me.  Her tiny cunt
gave so much pleasure!  As I started tensing, Sissy said "Fuck,
happy, fuck, happy..."  I gave the wee thing my precious gift, my
vision dimming and spinning as I bathed in intense pleasure.

Sissy squeaked and turned into a rag doll, and Laura and Hecate
laughed gently.

After some more time to caress each other's flesh and relax, we
all crawled out, and by then all three were anxious to go merge
with their shadows.  I kissed Laura's nose, then Sissy's.  Hecate
and I watched them freeze again, and then I kissed Hecate's
cheeks a couple times before descending to nuzzle my horizontal
lips against her divine vertical ones.  Finally I rose and kissed
her nose.

 ------------------------------

I entered the room in quick time to find a girl of perhaps twelve
spread-eagled, bound to the four bedposts.  She had on a light
blue dress.  On the foot of the bed was a sign:  "She has been a
very bad girl!"  She had long blond hair that had been mussed up
about her head, blue eyes, a straight nose of modest size, and a
beautifully proportioned round face.  Beneath her dress little
hints of breasts were visible.  Her calves were shapely and her
feet delicate.

I wasn't sure what sort of violent movements this bad girl might
make after I woke her, so I held her head firmly as I approached
and kissed her hard lips to turn her into the soft flesh of a
girl.

As I had feared, she started thrashing her head.

"Let me go, damn it!  Untie me!"

"Why, I've been told you are a bad girl.  Do you deserve to be
punished?  What did you do?"

The girl stopped thrashing but remained silent.

"Well, it must have been pretty bad then."

I ran my hands along her arms.  "Very nice," I said.

"Don't touch me!" she said.

"Oh, I think I'm going to touch you a lot."

I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt.  After climbing onto the bed
and straddling her, I used both hands to hold her head down
firmly against the pillow, face to one side, and then brought my
lips to her ear.  I nibbled and licked and enjoyed her smell. 
Then I whispered, "I'm going to touch you in some private places,
too."

She groaned.

"So, what do we have here?" I asked, rubbing my hands over her
upper neck and chest.  I could feel she had no bra on.  "Some
gentle rises.  I wonder what they are?"

I slowly started unbuttoning the front of her dress until her
sternum showed.  She squirmed and shook her head.  I slid my hand
under the fabric to her right.  My hand soon surrounded a small
breastlet.  It was her body's first experiment in breast-making,
but it would scale up nicely.  I did the same on her left side. 
Then I continued unbuttoning the dress down to her bellybutton,
so I could slide it aside to reveal both subtle mounds.

"Very nice!" I said, massaging each barely perceptive mound with
one hand.

As I slowly lowered my head towards her right breastlet, smiling
at her, she said, "Don't you dare!"

I ignored her and licked all around her aureole. The nipple
slowly firmed up in my mouth. I gave the other breast the same
treatment.

"This looks like the body of a girl who is awakening sexually," I
said.

She gritted her teeth and sighed, looking away.

"Where is there anything else on a girl's body that is related to
sex?  Let me think..." I said, shifting my body downward and
kneeling between her splayed legs.

The blue dress was stretched across her knees.  I massaged at the
top of one calf, then slowly slid one hand up the inside of her
thigh, out of view under the dress.

"Hard to reach here, without moving the dress," I said, as I
slowly slid it up to mid-thigh.

"I've always wondered what girls are hiding up under their
dresses," I said.  I rested each hand on an inner thigh, then
followed the gorgeous smooth skin up to where the legs met in
folds of skin and a bit of hair.  I couldn't see exactly what was
what.  That required flipping the dress up completely.

"Oh look here!" I said.  "No cock!  No balls!  But they say girls
have sex organs; Where could they be hiding?"

I brushed my hand lightly over her sparse thin hair.

"Please!" she said.

"You want me to stop?"

"Yes!"

"Will you tell me what you did that was so bad?"

She hesitated.  "I made my little brother pull down his pants and
I started rubbing his peepee."

I laughed out loud.  "Well, then this seems perfectly fair,
doesn't it?"

She was silent.

I gently parted her pussy lips to reveal those elusive sex
organs, most notably her cunt opening.

"I'm thinking I would like to mate with you.  Would you like
that?'

"No!" she cried.

I started stroking my fingers up and down her lips lightly,
pausing at her clit each time.

Soon I could see her pussy tissues swelling and reddening.  Slick
fluid now moistened her cunt opening.

"Oh, but look at that!  Your body likes the idea of mating!  It's
not totally mature yet, but it looks very interested.  I wonder
whose word I should take here, yours or your body's?"

"Mine!" she said.  "Leave my privates alone!"  If she was feeling
pleasure from my stroking she hid it well.

"Oh!" I said.  "But your privates would be very disappointed if I
left them alone.  I think they are eager for their first mating!
So it's two to one in favor of the mating, me and your body
against just you.  And you might be lying, but I can tell your
body isn't lying!"

"I'm not lying," she whimpered.

I pulled off my T-shirt and shorts.  My organ was of course hard
and ready to go.  "Wait, I guess it's three to one, since my body
is in favor too!"  She eyed my cock with trepidation.

"It's a little different," I said.  "There's something extra no
other man has," I said, showing the little mini-penis at the tip.
 "That lets me slide into little girls without stretching out
their tissues.  The rest of it is for a full fuck with a big
girl.  Are you a big girl or a little girl?" I asked.

Eying my cock, she said, "Little girl" in a small voice.

"We'll see.  Your cunt is pretty wet, and it's been growing these
past couple years.  I think maybe that cunt's pleading 'I'm a big
girl!  I'm a big girl!  I want all of it!'"

"That's not a very nice word," she said.

"Which?"

"The C-word."

"Oh, 'cunt'?  I think it's nice.  I think it's a rich, earthy
word, belonging with the slick, the hot, the urgent press of hard
tissue in soft.  Cunt, cunt, cunt!  Of course, I'm not calling
you a cunt, since you're a whole girl.  But I'm calling your cunt
a cunt."

I leaned down with my lips between her legs.

"So, cunt, would you like to mate?"  I pretended to listen. 
"That wasn't very convincing.  Let's see what we can do to
persuade you completely."

I licked the fine light nectar from all around her pussy parts. 
As I gently probed her cunt with my tongue and licked, the fluid
I swallowed was soon replaced by more.

Then I focused my tongue right at her little clit and began a
slow, luxurious licking.  Her cunt got wetter, and she gave off
an alluring smell.  I paused.

"Your cunt's giving off the smell that says, 'Mate with me!'"

"No..." she said.

I returned to my licking.  She started squirming her hips in
spite of herself, making little choked moans.  Down between her
legs she was fully engorged.  Her body was completely ready.

"Now do you want to mate, cunt?  ...  Now it gives a resounding
'yes'!  What do you say?"

"No!" she cried in anguish.

"The reason our two bodies are so interested in mating is so my
cock can deliver the sperm to make a baby.  Do you want a baby?"

"No!"

"I think you're being too controlling of your body.  Your body is
growing up and needs some independence.  And it wants a baby!"

"No... Besides, I'm too young to have a baby!" she said.  Maybe
she had the tiniest hope she could deter me.

I laughed.  "Maybe you're too young now, but my body is very
insistent.  When my sperm come out, they wriggle right to your
ovaries and fertilize every single egg you have.  When you start
having periods, you'll have my babies one after the other.  Maybe
twelve in all, or maybe twenty!"

All girls knew about the spontaneous pregnancies, but the
reminder and the immediacy affected her. A new edge of panic
showed on her face.

"Do you want my babies?"

She shook her head.

"Oh, come on, why not?"

She shook her head again.

"Well, the three of us are eager for the mating, so we're going
to go ahead.  You can sulk if you want."

I slid down on her to get myself into position.

The hot slick welcome her cunt gave me was familiar, but it was
as exquisite as ever.  I never tired of the sensation.

My little penis was all the way in, and now my lower-stage tip
pressed against her cunt opening.  I nudged it in a little deeper
on each stroke.  Soon I could feel my tip pressing against her
cunt muscle ring.  It was tight.

"So I could press farther, and stretch your cunt into the shape
of a woman's, or I could just deliver my sperm up inside you from
here."

"Just do it from there," she said meekly, panting.

"Did I just hear you ask me to give you my sperm?"

"No!" she said.

"I can hear your cunt.  It wants to be a big girl cunt, even if
it hurts a little."

"No, no..."

"On the count of three," I said, panting a little.

"One..."

"No."

"Two..."

"No, no!"

"THREE!  UNNNHH!"

She let out one sob, then fought back tears.

Her hymen was broken and I was past the cunt ring, and now with
each stroke I rapidly filled her up deeper.

"Aaaaah!  That's nice!" I said.

I began fucking with a long, smooth motion.  Her slick cunt
hugged me tight.  It felt wonderful.

"I could stop and pull out now," I said.  "And you wouldn't get
pregnant.  The instant I shoot out my sperm, you're pregnant for
life.  Would you like me to stop?"

"Yes," she said, but with less conviction.

"Listen to your cunt.  It wants to get pregnant so bad it is
sending you wave after wave of pleasure, more each time.

"You're going to thank me for this, just as soon as I shoot it
into you."

"I am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Well, there's no use arguing over matters of fact."

"Am not!"

She gnashed her teeth.  I looked down to see her chest heaving,
the nipples on her breastlets now sticking out boldly.  Her body
glowed with the subtlest hint of moisture.  Looking below, her
sparse silky pubic mat was getting mashed each time by my heavy,
dark mat.  Both were notably damp.  I was pumping into her with
deep, long strokes, getting faster.  On each outstroke the bottom
of my hard, slick and unstoppable first-stage tube appeared and
then disappeared up inside her again.  I could feel my little tip
lodged in the indentation of her cervix, moving only the
slightest bit with each stroke, having found its home.

Her eyes were locked on mine now, pleading with me -- but what
was she pleading for?  She was at war within herself.

I continued, "I'm getting close, now.  It feels great!  This is
heaven!  Mmmmmmm!"  After a pause, "Your cunt wants it!  Feel the
pleasure!"

She closed her eyes and shook her head the tiniest bit.

I was pistoning away with abandon now, her hot wet cunt clutching
me tightly.

"Look at me while I fuck you pregnant!" I panted urgently.

Her eyes shot open and locked on mine, still shaking her head the
tiniest bit, biting her lip.

The ejaculation sequence started.  "Can't stop any more, oh
baby."

Just then she shrieked and spasmed with orgasm, her cunt pulsing
around me.

"UUUNNNNNNNHHHHH!" I said as I jammed my cock deep and spurted.

A second later her orgasm was overwhelmed by the other kind, the
superorgasm, and her face lay slack with an ecstatic grin.

I lay down on her, feeling flesh against flesh for a few seconds
before sliding a bit to the side to let her breathe.

After a minute, her breathing slowed enough that she could talk.
"Oh, thank you so much!  Thank you!  Mmmmmm.  You were right
about everything!  I should have known it would be great, but I
didn't believe you.  You raped me!  But it was so exciting to be
raped!  Thanks soooo much for raping me!"

All told we had been at this for 45 minutes, and her anxiety
began to war with her ecstasy.

"All pregnant," I said.  "Set with babies for life!"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!"  She reached up to give me
a big kiss.

With a last caress of her face I gave my happy, pregnant girl a
kiss on her nose.  Her body turned hard again as it left quick
time.


=========================================
Sixteen years later

 The years rolled by.  In ever-increasing numbers my daughters
and sons kept popping out of the girls I had possessed.  The tide
actually made a dent in the backlog of couples waiting to adopt.

Kayla's eldest daughter was Michelle, and I had first fucked her
as part of the quintet that was the first offering BGCC made for
me.  I had kept fucking her now and then.  She had come of age on
the early side, and found herself pregnant at the age of 13.

My first grandchild was a bouncing baby girl named Victoria.  She
was a remarkable child from birth.  She was beautiful, and had a
sort of aura that it was hard to put one's finger on, but we had
the sense there was even more to her than an aura.

Victoria started talking at six months, and was reasonably fluent
by one year of age.  The mothers of the church and I agreed that
it would be good of me to breed her as soon as possible.  At
eighteen months I thawed Victoria into quick time and mated with
her gently.  She seemed to know what was happening more than any
child her age ever had.  I was in awe of her -- a little
frightened, even.

Her vagina was different too.  It seemed like her hot and wet
tube, small as it was, generated electricity in my brain with
every in and out stroke, and I felt like I was getting a slow and
steady heroin and cocaine injection -- not that I have ever
experienced that directly.

We suspected it from the start, but it was soon confirmed:  All
of my granddaughters remembered their quick time exploits, while
my daughters were like other girls and only regained their
memories when a baby actually started growing in their wombs,
much later.

From the earliest days we had known that repeated doses of my
semen actually improved girls' intelligence, confidence, and
wisdom.  In an effort to help Victoria achieve her destiny I
brought her into quick time twice each week and fucked a little
more semen into her each time.

She started reading and surfing the web at age three and took in
prodigious amounts of information.  She also spent time just
staring off into space.  There was something extraordinary going
on in that little head, but we didn't know what.

------------

Unexplained and seemingly inexplicable pregnancies attracted
attention.  I had exercised some caution from the time the first
spontaneous pregnancies made the news.  I entered quick time at a
considerable distance from wherever I was going to take girls,
especially after the BGCC was arranging liaisons for me; there
was always the possibility of moles in the organization.  The
church also recognized the problem and did a good job of keeping
knowledge of the virgin sacrifices within a small, trusted group.

A few times I thought I was being followed.  It was probably a
figment of my imagination, I reasoned, but better safe than
sorry.  I froze time and when I thawed it again I was many blocks
away.

When it finally happened I was totally unprepared.

I later remembered waking blearily from a deep sleep to the prick
of a syringe before losing consciousness again.

I woke in what seemed like a hotel room, but the door was locked
from the outside.  I froze time and searched, but there was no
way out.  However fast I could move in quick time, I couldn't
walk through doors.  When the door finally opened it revealed a
doorway beyond consisting of a narrow vertical slit covered with
cloth strips.  When a man walked through, the strips parted just
enough to let him pass.  At no instant was there enough of an
opening for me to fit through, even if I went into quick time at
exactly the right moment.

I was poked and prodded endlessly.  My special penis was studied
from all angles.

Then the interrogations began.  I was interviewed over and over,
day and night, by kind people, mean people, gorgeous women, and
even little girls.

Then began the drugs, the electrodes, strange sounds, weird
lights, and sleep deprivation.   They readily got from me
everything I knew.  They found out where I lived in real life and
where the BGCC and I left notes for each other.  That was about
all; I really didn't have any interesting secrets.  But that
didn't stop them from continuing with their varied and
sophisticated tortures.  Life had gone from exceedingly pleasant
to a nightmare.

One night I awoke to a gentle touch on my arm.  Standing by my
bed was none other than Victoria, looking far more worn and weary
than any six-year-old should look.  My first thought was that she
had been captured too and imprisoned with me.

"Victoria!  Why are you here?"

"I'm here to set you free," she said.  She looked bedraggled, her
eyes dull.  "But first, take me to quick time and fuck me, OK?"

Pausing for sex in the middle of an escape seemed a bit
self-indulgent, but I froze time and kissed her into it with me.

She pulled down her jeans and panties and said, "Oh, please,
quick!"  She lay on my bed.

I would have done my best for Victoria under any circumstances. 
But my sexual apparatus had not been happy with the sudden
cessation of all sex when I was captured, and I was all too happy
to get into Victoria's pants for my own pleasure.  During my
capture I had been presented with many little girls with pussies
displayed in alluring fashion, but I had resisted temptation and
refused to mate with them while I was a prisoner.

I had to keep myself from coming just watching my little prong
approaching my sweet granddaughter's spread lips.  I thrust
inside, and within five strokes I came.  My feeling of ecstasy
was magnified from my long drought of sex, and instead of
spurting once, I could feel another little blob coming out of the
tip of my mini-penis, then another, and another.  I lost count
but think there were about ten.

Victoria moaned and relaxed.  She smiled at me, though she still
looked weary.  "You don't know how wonderful that was," she said.
 After a moment, with what seemed like a profound effort, she
returned to the situation at hand.  "After you refreeze me, stay
in quick time and leave!  The doors should all be open.  Then go
to 57 Hawthorne Street."  I committed it to memory.

"What about you?"

"I will be safe.  Trust me."

I hesitated.  My precocious granddaughter had managed to get into
a highly secure facility.  I had no idea what I could do to help
with her plan, so I decided I had to trust her.  I kissed her on
the lips and gave her a quick hug, then kissed her nose to freeze
her.

The narrow slit in the outer door was held open enough for me to
squeeze through.  I walked hundreds of yards and through at least
a dozen different doors.  Some were unusual:  a thick door like
you see on a bank safe, a door that sealed like the ones on a
ship, a very thin but very heavy one, one made of very thick
plastic.  They had really not wanted me to escape!  But all the
doors were open, so I walked out just as Victoria had planned. 
There were guards too, but naturally they were all frozen in
place.

-------------------

I made my way on foot to the address to 57 Hawthorne, which was a
mile away -- this facility had not been placed in the middle of a
residential area!  At the address there was a small sign on the
door:  "Go around back."

Around back another sign invited me to switch to real time, take
a shower and dress in the clean clothes provided.  I was then to
drive the car that was in the driveway to another address in a
city a couple hours away.

An instruction sheet in the car explained the situation.

Many of my daughters had come to suspect that I was not a God but
a man -- but a very important man.  Once I had been captured,
Victoria had found them and recruited them into an organization
with the immediate goal of freeing me.

I had never before revealed my identity in the real world.  But
if the government could track me down once, it could probably do
it again.  Now my location would remain a secret from everyone
except the organization formed to protect me.  We would call it
the Order of Mark.

It was strange to walk in real time through a door into a house
with a half dozen young women.  Should I say, "Hey girls, daddy's
home!"  It didn't go exactly like that.  They all treated me with
near reverence.  To help break the ice and develop a bit more
informality I took them into quick time one by one.  They were
all delighted to be fucked, and of course they all cherished the
superorgasm I gave them.

As fully mature women, my daughters were no longer quite as
attractive to me as they had been as adolescents, but they were
still plenty attractive.  They all had mature vaginas, of course,
so my entire cock fit inside them.  I relished the chance to fuck
each of them to the hilt.

I had no end of questions, but they said Victoria would be back
shortly and explain everything.

I was excited by these new developments -- but also exhausted
from my ordeal.  The exhaustion eventually won out and I drifted
into a sound sleep.

-----------------

I woke to the feel of a body sitting on my bed.

I could see it was a girl in the dim light, but not much else. 
"Victoria?" I asked.

"Yeah.  Can you take me into quick time and do me again?"

I could and did, and before a second had passed on the clocks of
the world we were back.

Her eyes got misty.  "Can I snuggle with you in bed?"

I would have done anything for this remarkable girl who had saved
my life.  But snuggling with a beautiful six-year-old was no
sacrifice for me.  I corrected myself -- she was now seven.

As she snuggled against me she started crying softly.

"I'm sorry," I said.  "What's wrong?"

"Soon I'll explain, but not yet," she said, sniffling.  She
curled her small body within the embrace of my much larger one,
and I gently stroked her hair and face until she fell asleep.

I woke in the night to a voice in my ear, "Can you do me again?"

All we needed to do was remove the covers, hugging each other
naked.  I froze time, kissed her, and seeded her again -- it felt
great, of course, and I was delighted to feel her relax.  She was
still in the shimmering shadow she had come out of.  I kissed her
nose and said "Thaw" to send us both back to real time.

I felt a new kind of tenderness towards this child.  However
extraordinary she might be, at one level she was still a
seven-year-old girl.

----------

I must have slept soundly.  When I woke again and turned,
Victoria was smiling at me.  I yawned and stretched.

"Now we can talk," she said.  We lay on our sides in bed, a
couple feet apart and facing each other.

"Remember you used to do me a couple times a week?  Towards the
end of that time, I was discovering magic.  Powerful magic.  Your
surges inside me, those ecstasies, fueled my knowledge and power.

"I didn't want to say anything to anyone until I was surer of
what the magic could do.  Then when they caught you, I kicked
myself because I had waited too long.

"Of course when you disappeared the BGCC church went crazy.  You
stopped showing up and stopped writing notes.

"I was frightened too.  I had known you were no God for a long
time -- you big faker!"  She reached over to tickle me briefly,
with a seven-year-old smile.  I squirmed a bit, then put on a
sheepish look.

"I stumbled my way through magic knowledge to find what had
happened to you.  Reading minds here and there.  Then when I
found where you were, my heart sank.  Without your little doses
of sperm my magic was getting depleted, and I would have to do a
ton of magic to get you free.

"I could read minds, a little, and quickly found that your
daughters -- my aunts -- were different from all the others. 
They understood, and soon I had them organized.  Some of your
daughters rented this house without the BGCC knowing.  I told the
BGCC inner circle that I had an idea for getting God to come
back.  They were very unhappy that I wouldn't share my plan with
them, but they knew I was special, and they had no better ideas.


I got the sisters to gather as many of your other granddaughters
as they could find, all the way down to the infants.  I touched
each one and pretended to pray, but I was actually getting a bit
of magic energy from each of them.

"I was so frustrated because I knew I was wasting energy figuring
out how the magic worked, but I found the way to control minds,
just a little -- just enough.

"Six of them were kind of like me, with a fair amount of power. 
One day we put our plan in motion:  a couple of your daughters
spirited the seven of us away to this house, and the BGCC hasn't
seen us since. I let the other six in on the secret and told them
a bit about what I knew about magic, and found I could get a bit
more magic energy out of them.

"When the plan was in place for your escape, I knew I needed a
lot of energy, so I drained them a bit more.  The first one, poor
Kathy..." tears welled up in her eyes, "I drained her too much
and she died!  I didn't know!"

It was a shock to think that a girl had died in the effort to
rescue me, but I decided to worry about that later.  Victoria was
the one who needed my help right now.  "It's OK," I said.  "I
know you were doing your very best."  At that she cried, and it
was a minute before she was ready to go on.

"I was ready to give up, but the others insisted we had to keep
going.  The others I drained less, and although they cried and
admitted it hurt they insisted I get a little more because we
needed it to save you, and finally, I got enough!  I did it!  I
rescued you!"  She beamed at me.

"I fiddled with enough minds to get the doors open so I could get
in.  I knew you could get out in quick time.  I knew I couldn't
get back out unless I could get you to give me more cum stuff
again.  I saved my last magic to get ten spurts out of you
instead of just one, and then I could keep the spells going long
enough to get out.

"If that part hadn't worked I would have died.  I had a little
suicide pill in case I didn't make it, so they couldn't torture
secrets out of me."

I was stunned and bewildered.  I had to believe in magic, of
course, since a witch had set up this entire reality which had
let me gorge myself on my fantasies, fucking hundreds upon
hundreds of little girls.  But this was a whole new angle on the
subject.  I had a granddaughter with the power to overcome the
best defenses of the US national security apparatus.

I hugged her to me.  "Oh, Victoria, I'm so proud of you!"

She looked into my eyes briefly, then started crying her heart
out.  "I'm just a little girl!  I'm just a little girl!  I wasn't
grown up enough for all that!"  I comforted her as best I could.
My heart was overflowing with love and compassion for the poor
thing.

"So what can I do for you?"

"Well, for starters, would you take me off to never-never land
and fuck me once more?"

That was no sooner said than done.

She smiled.  "Finally I feel pretty good.  I've got my energy
back -- more than I ever had before.  When I was stumbling in
magic land, I kept discovering channels, places I could go if
only I had more of your energy.

"Enough of that," she said, and made a big effort to sober up.

"Upstairs there are five of your little granddaughters who are
very unhappy little girls, because I stole most of their energy.
I think they feel like they are having a very bad flu.  What they
need is you to fuck them, again and again and again, like you did
me."

If these girls were in such trouble, why had she been wasting
time telling me all the details and taking all of my sperm for
herself?

"I thought I should get myself charged as much as I possibly can,
so I can detect any progress the bad guys make in following our
trail.  So far, I haven't sensed any."  Then her lip quivered. 
"But I don't know if I was just a selfish little girl who wanted
to feel good first!  I can't tell!"  And she cried again.

"I know you did the right thing," I said.  I didn't really know
it, but this was a time when a little girl could use a grown-up's
certainty.  I held her a little longer.

"OK, now you should go to them.  My three-quarters sisters, I
guess they are."

I held Victoria's face in my hands.  "I know you did the right
thing, I am so proud of you and I love you so much.  I trust you
to know how much energy to put into monitoring the danger, and
for the rest of it, do any little girl thing you want to do, OK!"
 I gave her a little kiss on the lips.

"OK," she said, looking down a bit shyly.  "Thanks, daddy." 
After a pause she added, "Thanks, grandpa."

And with that I was off to help my other granddaughters.  They
were in sorry shape indeed.  Someone had had the foresight to
deck them out alluring outfits -- see-through dresses, sparkling
panties, thongs and the like.  I fucked as I had never fucked
before.  As soon as I dosed one little girl's cunt I tried to get
it up to go on to the next.  Instead of ecstasy after I delivered
my stuff, for the first few times they just looked a little less
miserable.  But within a few days they were feeling OK again, and
then the little doses of sperm they got from me made them feel
ecstatic again.


----------------

The Bearing God's Children Church was enormously relieved to find
I had returned, and we resumed our former patterns.

The church had at its core the first generation of my conquests,
the ones who kept having my babies whenever they went off the
pill and placing them in adoptive homes.  It also attracted a
large number of the adoptive parents of those babies and many of
my sons.  And like any religion, others joined for their own
miscellaneous reasons.

The BGCC served a useful role in providing an umbrella
organization which dealt with the phenomenon of all of my girls
bearing my babies one after another.  They also took the brunt of
criticism for the idea of one unknown man fathering so many
children.  They also continued to provide me with luscious feasts
of little girl virgins for me to mate with, and they did quite a
good job of it.


In contrast to the Church, the Order of Mark was completely
secret.  No one outside the Order knew of the witchcraft; when
those outside wondered about whether supernatural powers were at
work, more witchcraft made those people decide their musings were
ridiculous.  Spells of illusion and amnesia helped too.  The
government was now completely overmatched by the magic of the
Order.

The Order of Mark initially had many of my daughters, but at its
center were my incestuously conceived granddaughters.  As the
years went by, more and more of them grew into their power,
forming a growing army of beautiful young witches.  We all
wondered just what powers my incestuous great-granddaughters
would have when they arrived.

In folklore, witches are usually bad, while some are good.  Their
moral compass is divorced from their essential nature as witches.
 My witches were brought up with decent morals, but they were
bound above all to me.  The idea of betraying me was completely
foreign to them.  I had no power in wizardry myself, but the
fluid that pulsed from the tip of my little penis was the
ultimate source of their power.

They wove a spell that made me stop aging.  Victoria mentioned
that as an afterthought one day.  Despite all her wisdom, she was
young enough to not realize how profound a change that made in my
outlook.

My love for Victoria began when she saved my life, and only
broadened and deepened with time.

Victoria had three roles.  In quick time she was my lover, and I
poked between her pussy lips with a depth of feeling I had for
none of the others.  The bliss I sent her into was special to
both of us.  During the day she was my deputy, coordinating the
activities of the other witches -- the powerful ones all younger
than she!  And at night she was my daughter, a scared little
seven-year-old who had been forced to grow up too soon.  She
liked make-believe sometimes, playing at knight and maiden, orc
and human, and aliens in space.  She shied away from playing
witch, since that was too much like her day job.

Gradually Victoria grew up, of course.  She developed sexually,
as all girls do.  On one special day I finally surged my entire
penis into her.  We started exploring sexuality in real time, and
then found a style of lovemaking that worked well for both of us.
 Our love was seamless, but more and more we related as husband
and wife and less as father and daughter.

She went off the pill once and bore a son, then a second time and
bore a daughter.  We shared an intuition that this daughter would
grow up to be very special, and that it would not be wise to risk
giving her a sister.  With some reluctance Victoria stopped at
two children.

Earlier in life I had been unable to maintain relationships with
grown women because the sexual attraction wasn't there.  I loved
Victoria so much I never stopped adoring her sexy body, much as
most grown men keep loving their wives as they age into menopause
and beyond.

But that gets us ahead of our story.

----------------

Within a couple years of my escape I was the ruler of an army of
witches, an army growing constantly in power.  This raised the
question of what to do with that power.  So far I had been happy
in life raping my little virgins.  Power brings responsibility,
though I would have been happier ignoring it.

Underneath all the raping and fucking, I was still the guy who
had kissed an ugly witch because it was the right thing to do. 
So I set about saving the world, making it a place where all
could live in harmony with the earth and each other.  It sounds
quixotic, perhaps, but with nearly absolute power such a result
was not out of reach.  I was a benevolent despot.

The most egregious abuses were easy enough to curb -- wars and
genocides, human slavery, blatant discrimination, and wanton
environmental destruction.

Beyond that the best course was unclear.  Just what sort of
economic and political arrangements were best for the world?

This required study, and that's where my sons and grandsons came
into the picture.  They were as totally devoted to me as their
sisters, but they had no hint of magic power in them.  Under the
tutelage of their sisters, they were assigned the job of studying
politics and economics and environmental sciences.  Each issue
had to be studied within the local cultural context.

We could run an experiment in one province here, a country there,
using elsewhere what worked and discarding what didn't.

As numerous as the witches became, there were far too few of them
to direct the running of the world.  Nor did we want that.  We
wanted to establish a human organization that would run itself,
with an occasional spell here or there to keep it on track.  We
did not assume that human nature would change.  We knew that
greed, lust, spite, malice, treachery, xenophobia and the like
would forever lurk in the hearts of men and women.  We needed
systems that would handle those human failings gracefully.

Gradually the world became a far better place.  Only the most
starry-eyed from past decades would have thought such an order
was possible.  It's remarkable what an army of witches can do
when armed with spells of mindreading and thought control.

Of course, this entire order of the world had been set in motion
by a witch of a different generation.  My young witches of the
Order of Mark discovered the old witches early on, and discovered
that our witchcraft was more powerful in most respects.  They
were a dying breed, and my young witches found their intentions
were mostly benign. They could be left alone, though we watched
them.

----------------------------

"Daddy, could you pull your cock out, please?"

This was an unusual request from Victoria in the middle of the
afternoon, but I shrugged and pulled it out.  She started
stroking it, which was even more unusual.

"If you want it to get hard, just pull your panties down," I
said.

"OK, but I don't feel like sex," she said.

"That's fine, I'll just look, not touch."

Her gorgeous pussy lips came into view, covered now with the fine
hair of adolescence.  I reached over and gently spread them.

"Hey, I thought you said you were just looking!"

"Well, I meant I wouldn't try to go all the way."  I brushed her
clitoris gently, making her press against my finger.

"Hey!" she said, pulling her pants back up.  Messing around in
her pants had done the trick, though.  I was hard.

She then lifted up my penis and looked beneath.  She gave a
little gasp.

"What is it?"

Victoria plopped down in a chair, and when she recovered her
composure she spoke.  "Somebody wants to see you.  Of course, we
get people all the time who want to see you.  'The guy with the
two-stage dick'," she said, smiling at my organ which was wilting
as we spoke.  All of my mates could describe my interlude with
them once they got pregnant, and the two-stage dick was a clear
memory for many of them.

"This is the first time an old witch asked to see you.  She
claimed she was the one who cast the original spell.  I figure
that one would be long dead.  But she said she had put a mark on
the underside of your dick, a male symbol, if a person looked
really close."  I turned my dick over.  It was faint, but the
mark was clear if you knew what you were looking for.

"She's dying, and she wants to see you."

I thought for a while.  She had owed me a little for saving her
life, but she had outdone herself in terms of what she gave back.
 I owed her a visit.

-------------------

She was in bed, on her back, the typical position of the dying. 
Four of my witches stood at a respectful distance as I entered
with Victoria.  Just in case there was going to be a battle of
magic, Victoria had arranged it so my side was going to win.

If she had been hideous back when I gave her mouth-to-mouth, she
was beyond hideous now.  One eye was turned in its socket so only
the white showed, the other was mostly red.  Her cheeks were a
mass of warts.  Her lip was split, and pus oozed out.  The stench
was unmistakable from the moment I entered the room.

"There you are," she whispered.

"Hello," I said simply.

"You've done quite well for yourself, I see."

"I guess."

"For eons my kind has known it is not safe to try new things with
magic.  The spell I worked for you was new, and it got away from
me."

"How so?"

"You weren't supposed to make them all pregnant!"

"I didn't mean to..."

"I know you didn't mean to.  The magic wasn't supposed to make
that happen.  Whoever heard of little girls getting pregnant?  I
think you just wanted it so bad.  You wanted them more than
either of us knew, and your hunger made it happen."

I wasn't sure quite what to say.  "It's true, I really do want
them a whole lot."

"Then you go do incest!  Well, who could blame you for that? 
Your desire is so strong.  But then the magic.  Where did that
come from?

"Magic was dying in the world, and now it is alive again.  Alive
and thriving, and all for the good!"

Her body was wracked with a fit of coughing.  After she
recovered, she reached out blindly with a gnarled hand.  I took
it.

Her voice was little more than a croak.  "I went beyond myself,
beyond my own power, and it could have turned out badly.  But it
turned out well."

She lay in silence a few moments more.

"I have a favor to ask."

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."  The witches shifted uneasily behind me.

I hesitated only a moment before I bent down into the stench.  I
kept my eyes open.  My lips touched against hers, the crack, the
pus, the slimy skin.

When I lifted them a few seconds later, she was dead.

I waited for the world to shift.  I waited to see if I would feel
a churning in my underpants as my penis returned to the typical
male configuration.  But it didn't.  A few simple spells showed
that the girls behind me were still witches.

I wiped my lips on my sleeve and rinsed my mouth with the water
from the cup on the bedside.

"Wasn't that a little risky, daddy?" asked Victoria.

"You mean you didn't have all the magical possibilities under
control?"

"We were doing our best, but you never know..."

I paused a moment, reflecting.  "What was the bigger danger? 
Kissing her -- or not kissing her?"

The room was silent.  No one knew the answer.


=======================
Three years later

I lay back on the chaise lounge.  I had no clothes on, and my
penis was limp for the moment.  Snuggled against my left side was
Alice, a beautiful five-year-old.  I had given her her bliss
within the hour, so her affection for me was boundless.  I idly
stroked my hand up and down her back, but paused to cup her bare
butt.

The witch Deirdre, one of Victoria's lieutenants, addressed me. 
"There is the matter of the Hutu and Tutsi communities.  It is
unclear whether the rivalries in the sporting events are an
outlet to dissipate hostility, or whether they fuel it."

"Hmmmm," I said.  "Do we have any similar situations to use as
models?"

"It helped with the Armenians and Turks, but not with the Serbs
and Croats."

"Recommendation?"  Alice was gently wiggling her pelvis against
my hip.

"Keep it up for another six months, combined with more TV
coverage on the personal lives of the star athletes on both
sides."

"Very well," I said.  Alice's hand was gently stroking my
lower-stage penis, and it was rising.  "Anything else?"

"There is the matter of aboriginal seal-hunting, which is
repugnant to much of the world."

"I'm sure you can handle it."

"Very well," she said.  After a moment and a quick glance at my
erection she offered, "I do hope we could keep your cock away
from little girls for longer if we had a truly momentous decision
to make."

"Oh, I'm sure we could."  Deirdre left.  My staff always made
reasonable decisions, and when there was conflict I deferred to
Victoria.

Alice squirmed beside me.

"Alice, dear," I said.  "You've already had your turn."

"OK," she sighed, and kissed me.

"Goodbye."

With that I shifted to quick time and went down the hall to the
waiting girls.  Victoria and the others had discovered how to
bring girls in and out of quick time without my having to kiss
lips and noses.

Little excited whispers broke out as I approached with my organ
hard and twitching.  I moved into the middle of the gang on the
bed.

A very sweet-looking lassie of about four was on her back,
holding her pussy lips open and smiling.  I descended on her and
slid myself in.  In under 30 seconds my little tip delivered its
sperm; through my pleasure of orgasm I heard her little shriek
and saw her body go slack.  Loving hands gently pulled her away.
I flopped onto my back.

"Watch this," an eight-year-old said, squatting beside the bed. 
She let loose with a stream of pee that soaked the towel she was
squatting on.  I found that very exciting.  Others cleaned it up
as I turned away.  A five-year-old lay on her side facing me,
with one knee drawn up in the air and her pussy a foot from my
face.  I decided to accept the invitation, and turned on my side
to lick her little twat: clit, lips, and a few tongue thrusts
into her little cunt.  I have never lost my wonder and awe at the
female sexual apparatus.  Little hands massaged my neck; another
pair gently stroked my hair.

Three older girls masturbated while watching me.  The technique
of the moment was one hand with fingers pulsing rapidly on her
clit, the other hand with fingers thrusting deep into her cunt.

A larger presence had moved in behind me and had gently draped
her arm over me.  I could feel a bit of hair on the pussy that
gently undulated against my bottom.  I had one set of little girl
parts right in front on my face, and I was intoxicated by the
feel and smell and look of them.  But I decided to investigate
what was behind, and turned over onto my other side.  She was a
dark-haired beauty, and she was on the cusp of puberty, almost
ripe and most alluring.  I rolled over on top of her and pushed
up with my cock.  She guided it into the right spot.  The little
part easily slid into her, and I began pressing harder to see if
more would fit.

"Do you want the whole thing?" I asked.

"Yes!" she said, nodding eagerly.

I pressed, her flesh gave way, and within seconds I was up to the
hilt.  This girl energized me, so I started fucking with long,
fast strokes, bumping the end of her inner cunt each time. 
Within seconds she had an orgasm in the old way, female tissues
responding positively to the male intrusion.  I kept pounding
away lustfully.  In five minutes she built to another climax,
more powerful than the first.  I let her come down from that a
little before fucking her with a frenzy and plastering my little
blob of cum deep inside her.  The superorgasm overtook her.

"Oh my God, oh my God!" she moaned.

After a minute of rest a ten-year-old gently rubbed my hand with
her cunt.  I took her hint and slid my middle finger up inside
her, which made her groan with happiness.  Three other girls
faced me from different angles, each with her legs spread wide
and hungry pussy on full display.

The one who intrigued me most was kneeling between my legs.  She
looked to be about five, with short blond hair and big blue eyes
that were misty with anticipation.  I motioned her onto her back.
 She smiled, though she was obviously a little nervous too.

She spread her baby twat wide.  The hole in her hymen was just
big enough for my little cock to fit through.  I lustfully eased
myself down on her body and slid my cock up her intimate channel.
 Her warm pussy hugged me.  She smiled.  I kissed her, which
surprised and delighted her.  But as I felt my loins getting
ready to orgasm inside her I looked down.  She whispered in my
ear, "Fuck my cunt, give me my babies, fuck it deeper."  My male
reflexes took over, the fluids mixed, the deepest pleasure took
me, and I pressed into her insistently to deliver my blob.  As
she collapsed in ecstasy and sperm wriggled towards their
destination, I reflected.  As the old witch had suggested,  I
wanted her so much that only lifelong pregnancy could satisfy the
depth of my longing.

Aaaaaahhh!


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