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Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 3 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc)
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DISCLAIMER

Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah

(If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind.  Of course I

have to SAY I mind, so I mind).

                   ***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER *****

This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose.  It contains

consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children.  If it makes

you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where

little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished.  (Of course,

the girls in MY story like it).  I don't relate well to the real world,

so I created this one in my head.  I'm probably (definitely) insane, but

so far nobody has caught on.

                        Chapter 3 - The Solution

   Dale and I stepped through the teleportal into the hallway of a

medium-sized apartment complex.  I could see that the doors to my left

and right had been kicked in, obviously by a superhumanly strong force

(such as a psychopathic android).  I nodded to Dale and stepped into the

apartment on the right.  The place looked ransacked, and I was afraid I

was going to turn a corner and find a bunch of dead bodies... but what I

found wasn't a whole lot better.  Apparently the android had activated

the mind-erasing device and had wiped out the personalities and memories

of the people who lived in this apartment.

   There were three of them, a mother and her two little daughters, and

they were all just staring off into space like zombies.  I waved my hand

in front of the mother and she followed it with her eyes, but didn't

respond in any other way.  One of the little girls seemed to notice me,

and asked "who are you?" in an unconcerned voice.

   A little on edge, I answered, "Just a friend.  I'll be back in a few

minutes."  She nodded happily with that response, evidently unaware of

the danger she was in.  If we didn't find that damned android...

   We searched the apartment and the one across the hall from it and

turned up nothing.  The apartment across the hall was similarly

occupied, with a mother and her one daughter.  This little girl was a

bit younger than the other two, maybe seven or so.  They both stared off

into space, like their neigbors had, apparently having been "erased" the

same way.

   Dale and I started up the stairs when we heard footsteps.  We looked

at each other apprehensively, and crouched into a defensive position as

we saw the android turn the corner toward us.  There was only a

nanosecond to react in, and I did.  In one swift motion, I withdrew two

of my balanced throwing knives from their protective sheathes concealed

beneath my clothing and tossed them into the air, catching both by the

tips.  Taking aim, I threw the knives in perfect synchronization, each

passing through one of the eye sockets of the android and tilting its

head backwards.  As the knives passed through the air, I pulled a

sharpened sai from behind me and threw it.  The tip entered the androids

exposed bottom chin and passed through its entire head with such force

that it exited through the top of the "skull" and pinned the android to

the wall of the stairwell...  My "super powers" come in handy all the

time.

   The android was still moving, trying to pull its head away from the

wall.  "Dale!" I yelled, motioning for him to go after it.  He bounded

up the stairs and grabbed hold of one arm.  As soon as he had, he looked

back down at me.

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

   "Whatever you CAN turn it into!" I screamed at him.  At any minute,

the android would free itself and turn the mind-erasing device on *us*,

which I didn't want to happen.  "Anything but a fucking android!" I

yelled.

   He nodded and concentrated.  Suddenly, the android disappeared, and

he was holding a device in his hand.

   I looked at what he was holding.

   "A cuisinart?" I asked him.

   "It's the only thing I could think of," he muttered, and dropped the

appliance on the stairwell landing.  I walked up and pulled my sai from

the wall and removed the knives from the cuisinart, where they were

still stuck.

   Dale has the most useful power any of us have, but he still can't

figure out how to use it right.  A lot of people are unclear of his

power, having seen him do amazing things on television newscasts, and

I've managed to explain it as best I can as: the ability to take a class

of objects and transform it into any other object in that class.  For

example, he could take a spoon and turn it into a butter knife just by

touching it and thinking about changing it.  The power doesn't

translate, though; he can't take a butter knife and turn it into a

hunting knife.  Apparently every object has a specific classification;

even Dale hasn't been able to figure out exactly what he can transform

into what else, and his power often doesn't work out the way we want it

to.  In the case of the android, he had been able to turn it into 
another

machine; why he chose a cuisinart, I'll never figure out.  Sometimes I

wonder if he doesn't do things like that just to confuse me.

   At any rate, the problem had been neutralized.  Apparently the

cuisinart didn't have the power to erase minds... of course, my brother

wasn't going to be happy when he discovered that we had fried his

mind-erasing device.  "Well," I shrugged to Dale, "that was easier than

I had expected." I had envisioned the android stepping out into a

crowded park or public mall... _that_ would have been a pain in the ass.

As it was, it had only "attacked" an apartment building, and the damage

was minimal.  "Let's get back to the island.  I just recruited a huge

family of girls, and I want to-"

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

   "Such as?"

   "Such as, this building is full of people whose minds have been

erased, and it's our fault!  Don't you think we should DO something

about it?"

   "Well, I guess so, but what should we do?  I mean, we can't restore

their personalities.  Once somebody's been erased, they're erased

forever.  I mean, I feel bad about it and all, but there's really

nothing we can do.  I'm just glad this didn't happen in a huge public

place."

   He seemed to understand that, but like me, he still had reservations

about just leaving these poor people here.  "Well, " he asked

reasonably, "couldn't we recruit them?"

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

we usually recruit?"

   He shrugged.  "You just said they don't remember _anything_, and

there's no way to put their heads back on right.  Why don't we just

tell them all that they _are_ the kind of people we recruit, and see if

they beleive us."

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

brainwashing?"

   "I guess so," he admitted, "but if we leave them here, they'll starve

to death, since they can't even remember how to feed themselves.  Maybe

'reprogramming' them isn't such a nice thing to do, but leaving them 
here

to die REALLY sucks."

   I started to see his reasoning.  And, I had to admit, the girls in

the apartments we had been in were incredibly sexy... I supposed I would

have felt like Adolf Hitler if I had done this on purpose just to

brainwash some little girls, but Dale was right; there wasn't anything

else we _could_ do.

   "Well," I gave in, "let's go meet our new friends."