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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.
 
First posted 3/21/2010, new header added 8/26/2010.
 
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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.

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

"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.


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

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.

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

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!


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

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.

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