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Kiddie Treatment



I was home from college when I got a call from my chum, Barry. "You gotta

help me," he begged. "I don't know what to do!"



"Calm down," I told him. "What's the problem?"



"You wouldn't believe me," he said. "Come over and I'll tell you."



I went over to Barry's house. His parents were out of town. He met me at

the door and hustled me into his room, shutting the door.



"What's the big deal?" I complained. "How come we can't sit downstairs and

talk?"



"My kid sister," he said, nervously. "I don't want her interrupting us."



His sister was named Meryl; she was about eight. I remembered a cute
blonde

with china-blue eyes and long hair. A little heartbreaker; jailbait even
at

eight.



"All right, let's have it," I said to him, sitting on the bed. He took a

seat at his desk chair, swinging it around to face me.



"OK. But look. This is gonna sound incredible. Try to withhold judgement

until I finish." He had a look of pleading in his eyes; I said, "Sure,
OK."



"You know my major," he began.



"Yeah; 'Developmental Psych' or some such," I replied.



"Or some such. Well, I got a job as a research assistant with Professor

Hillman; one of the biggest names in the field. It was a real plum." He

chuckled, as if laughing at himself for his gullibility.



"Well, I worked for the good professor for almost a year. Then I found

out...by accident..."



"What?"



"The research program was supposed to be about 'mental states'. We were

using sophisticated instruments and computers to map the patterns of brain

activity in volunteers." He laughed again. "Volunteers..."



"Come on, Barry." I was getting a bit tired of his melodramatics.



"All right. The volunteers were children. Mostly girls, from about seven

through 13. They paid the parents well; they had plenty of volunteers. The

prof explained that girls were more compatible with the equipment. And I

bought it!...Anyway, there was a simple headpiece, with a wire bundle

coming out of it, that fed into the computers. The sensors on the
headpiece

were new technology. Superconducting SQUIDs, I think. And there was a

screen, that displayed patterns for the subject to watch. It was a passive

set-up; the idea was that the kid watched the patterns and we measured the

brain activity. The screen was set up in a 'test cell'; just a darkened

cubicle with soundproofing.



"Everything was going OK. I was the junior lab assistant; there was a grad

student named Ken who pretty much ran the lab. He was an arrogant bastard.

Didn't much like him, even then. One night I went to the lab because I'd

forgotten some notes. It was supposed to be closed. When I went in, I saw

Ken. He had powered up the system; I could see that he had a subject in
the

test cell. From where I stood, I could see it was a young girl, about

Meryl's age; blond, too. I was puzzled. At that moment, the 'experiment'

seemed to end; the screen went blank and Ken went toward the cell. He led

the girl from the cell.



"There was something wrong; the kid moved like she was sleepwalking. And I

could see that she wasn't wearing any clothes! Or rather, she was wearing

only a tiny pair of panties.



"I started to go over to the other side of the lab, to see what was going

on. Just then the phone rang in the back office; Ken got up and left her

standing there, just staring blankly ahead. I went over to her. The moment

she saw me, she fell to her knees, and said 'Master, how may I serve you?'



"It was clear that she was in some sort of trance; she was there on her

knees, waiting for an order or command."



Barry paused and took a breath. "I gotta tell you, Joe: I stood there,
with

that beautiful little girl kneeling before me, and had a raging hard-on.

The thought of an obedient little nymphet, ready to obey any order I might

give her, had me hard as iron in no time."



"What did you do?"



"I told her to stand up, and she did. She faced me, with a lovely smile on

her face, and begged me to command her, to use her. I was standing there,

stunned, when Ken came back."



"Jesus. What happened?"



"He just grinned, like it was no big deal. He said something like, 'Well,

you were bound to find out sooner or later," and told me to have a seat. I

was too overwhelmed to do anything else; I sat down at one of the
consoles.



"While the half-naked girl stood there, he told me what he'd been up to.

'Little Jenny here, she's one of our more advanced subjects,' he said.

'She'll do just about anything you tell her; all you need to do is give
the

right keyword. Wanna see her do tricks?'



"I stammered something; I don't remember what I said.



"He spoke to the girl, said a certain word. The word was simple: XANADU. I

learned later that they used this code word with every subject. Whenever

one of the programmed kids heard this word, spoken by a man, she'd go into

what Ken called 'slave mode'. If she heard it from a woman, or another
kid,

it'd have no effect. Afterward, when the subject was out of 'slave mode',

she had no memory of anything that happened during the trance.



When she heard that word, she turned to him and asked how she could serve

him.



"'Jenny, go over there and sit on the man's lap,' he ordered. In no time,

the panty-clad little girl was sitting in my lap with her arms around my

neck. My rod was already hard, and she squirmed around on it, rubbing
those

silky panties on my erection. Then he told her to 'cuddle', and before I

knew it, she was kissing me, pushing her little tongue into my mouth!



"In no time, I was too far gone to think about what was happening. My
hands

were all over her, and she cooed and sighed when I touched her thighs or

crotch. Jesus, just remembering it is getting me hot. Joe, she seemed to

really enjoy what we were doing; there was no hesitation, no sign of

coercion. I had a lapful of willing, precocious, seductive little girl,
who

was doing her very best to get me to fuck her. After a while, I realized

her hands had been busy; she'd managed to get my belt open and my zipper

down, and soon her soft little hands were exploring my dick! I couldn't

believe how good it felt! In seconds, it seemed, she brought me off. I

covered her little hands with my come. Then she deliberately raised her

hand to her mouth and licked my sperm up!



"'They're programmed to find sperm delicious; the best thing they ever

tasted,' Ken remarked. 'They'll do almost anything to get some of it.'"



"Then Ken said something to her, and she ran to get cleaned up. 'She's

pretty good, huh?' he said. 'We've been taking a lot of trouble to get her

program right.'



"I was sitting there, my cock shrinking, in total confusion. I started to

say something. Just then, the little slave returned with a wet cloth. She

cleaned me up, smiling all the time, then turned to Ken and curtseyed.
'May

I serve you further, Master?' she asked.



"'Jenny, go put on your outside clothes; then come back here.' She ran to

the side of the lab and got dressed, then ran back to him. 'On three,

Jenny, you will forget this session. We had a normal session, just as

always. What are your instructions?'



"'I will replay my program when I go to sleep; with each repetition it
will

become deeper and more compelling,' she said, in a soft monotone. 'I must

obey all the commands and suggestions; to disobey is to die. I will return

here for my next session, more obedient than ever.'



"'Good. Recite, please.'



"She stood there, folded her arms behind her and recited a little
catechism

in a sort of sing-song voice: 'I am a little girl, born to serve my

Masters. I live only to obey. My purpose is my Masters' pleasure; my body

is my Masters' property, my mind is my Masters' to command. I am pleasure;

I am obedience; I will serve my Master for the rest of my life.' She gave

another little curtsey, and fell silent.



"He counted to three, and she seemed to awaken. With a sunny smile, she

said, 'Thanks, Mr. Evans!' then turned and ran out of the lab.



"Ken turned to me. 'Well, I expect you have questions,' he said."



"I'll bet!" I exclaimed.



"Yeah. It turned out that the Prof and Ken had a 'hidden agenda'. The
story

of the research was phony; they were working on mind control. And they'd

had a breakthrough. It wasn't perfect; it worked best on children, and on

girls best of all. Something about 'impedence matching'. Anyhow, it was

fine with them--it turned out they were both pedophiles! They'd been using

the system to program every girl who volunteered. By the time I found out,

they had altered the minds of several hundred girls. They marked them,

too."



"Marked?"



"Yah. Each girl wore a gold ankle bracelet, with a data block on it. Ken

told me they'd do almost anything to avoid having it removed. They were

planning to put a tatoo on the girls as well. Part of their programming

made the kids start to wear really sexy clothes: like miniskirts and
little

see-through sundresses. Each girl began collecting a huge wardrobe of sexy

lingerie, too."



"Wow. What'd you do?"



"I was going to the Dean. I told Ken. The next night, while I was
preparing

my evidence to take to the Dean, I returned to my apartment and found
three

little girls, dressed only in baby-doll nighties, waiting for me."



"What?"



"Ken had sent them. They offered themselves to me, utterly without shame
or

guilt. As far as they were concerned, I was simply another Master, to be

served and obeyed. Their names were Wendy, Carla, and Mindy. The oldest
was

only twelve. Wendy--the asian one--just came up to me and knelt in front
of

me. 'Please, Master, let me suck your cock,' she begged."



"And?"



Barry put his head in his hands. "I took them. I couldn't help myself--

they were so lovely...and I hadn't had sex for months. Ken knew I would.
He

hooked me. Just like a drug. Once I'd experienced those submissive little

nymphets, I had to have more. I...I...joined them..."



"You helped them?"



"Yeah; I sure did."



"Christ."



"Well, one day I went to the lab and it was empty. The prof and Ken had

vanished; all the evidence was gone. I told myself I'd be a fool to go to

the Dean now; after all, there had been no complaints. And I was an

accomplice! If I squealed, I'd take the rap. A lovely trap."



"Wow. But why tell me?"



"I'll show you."



He led me out into the hall, into the family room where his lovely

eight-year-old sister was watching TV. She was lying on the sofa, on her

belly, her face toward the TV and away from us. She was wearing a pink

baby-doll nightie, with matching panties, which were clearly visible. Her

legs were partially spread, revealing her lovely bottom and crotch.
"Look,"

he whispered, pointing. I could see a thin gold bracelet around her right

ankle. It caught the light as she lazily dangled the leg in the air.



He pulled me back into the hall.



"You're not serious!"



"Serious is right. I tested her. She's programmed. She fell to her knees

and gave the stock response, just like the others," he told me. "And see

how she's dressed? They've had their 'modesty' inhibition reduced; it's

unconcious, but she doesn't care as much any more about modesty. Looser,

you know? She'll give you a real show, without knowing that she's doing
it.

I've noticed that she has trouble keeping her knees together, like proper

little girls are always taught to do."



"Good God. Now what?"



"You've gotta help me, Joe. You gotta. I....I....know if I'm left alone

with her, it's only a matter of time before I say the word to her

again...and use her, just like I used the others..."



"Jesus. I don't know what to do!"



"It's not just Meryl. I've been noticing. All over town, I'm seeing little

girls in really sexy outfits. Skirts too short. Silky panties under those

skirts. Practically transparent tops. At the mall; I saw a group of three

of them, dressed in tiny skirts, shopping for more sexy clothes. They were

laughing and giggling, like what they were doing was natural and right. I

saw one in an ultra-mini, candystriped, with a silken teddy underneath.
The

skirt was a wraparound, and it kept flipping open. She didn't seem to
care.

Jesus, Joe; I've seen their bracelets. And I know the word that'll make
any

of them a helpless little sex toy."



He was practically weeping. The strain was clearly too much for him.



"It's them. They're here. Somehow they got Meryl; they're getting to

hundreds--maybe thousands of little girls. And I don't know if I can do

anything to stop them; I'm addicted to the little slaves! My sister, Joe!

If I don't get out of here, I'm gonna fuck my eight-year-old sister!"



I smiled at him. "Barry, do you remember my major?"



"What? Electrical Engineering, wasn't it?"



"Yeah; with a minor in Cognitive Science," I told him. "Your friend Ken
and

the Professor had to have help, you know. All that fancy high-tech

equipment. They needed engineering support," I said.



"I guess so. What's your point?"



I cracked open the door to the family room. "Hey, Meryl," I called out.
The

lovely young girl sat up and looked at us, her innocent blue eyes

questioning. "What? I wanna watch this," she said. She started to look
back

at the TV. "XANADU," I said, in a loud voice. Her expression changed; her

face became blank. With a fluid motion, she was up from the sofa. She ran

to kneel before me, all thoughts of the TV program forgotten.



"How may I serve you, Master?" she said, meekly.



"Why don't you begin by giving your brother a nice blow job?"



"Oh, yes, Master!"



And before my pal had fully realized what was happening, his little sister

had his pants open and was happily licking and sucking his cock. Barry

stood, in shock, looking down at her as she slurped him to hardness.

"No...no...this is wrong..." he mumbled. But soon his protest turned to

groans, as Meryl's tongue worked its magic.



"We made sure we had Meryl," I told him, as his hips thrust his rod into

her throat. "We knew you'd come home for summer break. We've made great

progress, and I'm sure you'll be impressed. Professor Hillman found a way

to make the process work on anyone--adults, males, females, anybody. And I

got the device to fit in a miniature package so it is quite portable.
We're

programming parents now; teachers, too.



"In fact, your parents are being programmed this very moment, so they will

be quite cooperative in your continued use of Meryl. And if you want, you

can add any number of willing nymphets to your harem--no need to limit

yourself to only Meryl, although she IS delightful. She served me for

several days before you arrived. I'll miss her, but my personal harem is

now about twenty young girls, so I can afford to let you have her," I told

him.



"Christ! You bastards!" he cursed as he pumped his jism down his sister's

throat.



"We could have programmed YOU, of course," I remarked, as he shuddered to

the end of his climax. "But Professor Hillman has a soft spot for you--and

he wanted your voluntary cooperation."



"Did I please you, Master?" Meryl asked coyly, still kneeling, as she

stroked and kissed his softening rod. "How may I serve you further?"



"Well, I'll leave you two alone," I told him. "I'm sure you'll find

something for her to do. Your parents will be back in the morning, and

you'll find that they are quite delighted with Meryl's new life as your

first sex slave. Have fun with her; she's a real honey. You ought to see

the wardrobe she's got; be sure to have her put on a little fashion show

for you. Oh, yeah: you ought to have her invite her little friends over
for

a slumber party. They've all been programmed; you will find it very

pleasant, I assure you. Ken will contact you in a couple of days; we need

your help. We're kinda overloaded, processing volume now. We're in the

schools, Barry. Well, I've gotta get back; my girls get cross if I'm gone

too long."