From jdavies@inw.net Sun Mar 16 13:22:12 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.internetmci.com!news.inw.net!root From: Gentle23 <jdavies@inw.net> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 4 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc) Date: Sun, 16 Mar 1997 12:22:12 -0600 Organization: IlliNetworks Lines: 337 Message-ID: <332C3A54.6777@inw.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: ppp06.inw.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Mailer: Mozilla 2.02E-KIT (Win95; U) DISCLAIMER Blah blah under 18 blah blah self-righteous blah blah fuck off blah blah (If you're under 18 and you read this, I really don't mind. Of course I have to SAY I mind, so I mind). ***** DISCLAIMER DISCLAIMER ***** This story is a little beyond the pale, I suppose. It contains consensual sex and DISCLIPLINE between adults and children. If it makes you feel better, this story takes place in an alternate universe, where little girls like having sex and being spanked/punished. (Of course, the girls in MY story like it). I don't relate well to the real world, so I created this one in my head. I'm probably (definitely) insane, but so far nobody has caught on. Chapter 4 - The First Floor There were four apartments in all, and after having visited each one, we determined that the building was some kind of segregated 'ladies only' building, apparently for divorced women with children. We started by returning to the first apartment, and found the woman and her two daughters sitting at the table, apparently in the middle of dinner. They were still staring off into space, not having touched their food or made any attempt to get up. The second little girl, the one who hadn't spoken the first time, cocked her head when she saw me and asked, "Do you know what my name is? I can't remember." She seemed unconcerned with that fact; just a bit curious. "Ummm... just a minute, angel," I reassured her, and she stared back off into space. I rooted through the apartment, and finally came across an old photo album with captions. I flipped through it and found some birthday photos and matched up the pictures with the little girls. Comparing the dates of the photos, I came up with names and ages of the two little girls. I walked back over to them and told the one who had asked, "Your name is Laurie, and you're nine years old." She smiled up at me, happy to discover that she had a name. "Do you know me?" I nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond. She looked happy to have found somebody who knew her, and I turned to her sister. "Your name is Jamie, and you're eight years old. You're her little sister," I explained, pointing at little Laurie. She beamed at me as if this was the happiest piece of news she had ever gotten. She asked the same question. "Do you know me?" I started to answer, when Dale cut me off. "Yeah, we both know you. See, you and your sister, Laurie," he pointed, "are 'into' each other. You love kissing each other and-" I smacked him to cut him off. Apparently, it was too late to shut him up, since Jamie and Laurie both seemed to brighten at the prospect. "Really?" Jamie asked. Laurie got up, smiling, and walked over to Jamie. She straddled the chair her younger sister was sitting in, and began to kiss her lips. I was upset with Dale, but I had to admit the sight got me going. "Use the tongue!" he shouted, and I grabbed him and put my hand over his mouth, again too late. They began to lick each other's tongues and stroke each other's chests. "What's the fucking matter with you!" I yelled at him. "What's the matter with _you_?!" he retorted, struggling away from me. "Look at them. They're enjoying themselves, aren't you, girls?" They both looked up and nodded at him excitedly and turned back to each other immediately. "They don't know it's wrong, so it's not. Right?" he demanded. I tried to find a hole in his reasoning. I compared his brainwashing the girls to Erica training her daughters to be sex slaves... honestly, there wasn't much difference. Erica's daughters enjoyed themselves as much as Laurie and Jamie apparently were... I let it go. "Well, there's not much we can do about it now. But don't do that anymore." I felt like a kindergarten teacher chastising a naughty little boy. I looked back at little Laurie and Jamie. I had to admit, they were a sight. Laurie was wearing a skirt and tanktop, and Jamie was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a red T-shirt. Laurie had her legs spread to straddle Jamie, and her bare legs were incredibly beautiful... still, I tried to imagine what the FBI would make of what we were doing right now. They probably wouldn't appreciate it. Their mother spoke up, not caring that her two daughters had just been turned into incestuous lesbians right in front of her. "Do you know me?" she asked. I nodded, and reached for her purse, which was sitting on an end table within reach of the dining room. I rooted through it and found her driver's license, and read off her name, "Darla Sweet", and figured her age to be 25. She smiled happily, and of course, Dale opened his big mouth. "You're his girlfriend," he explained, pointing at me. I shot an incredulous look at him. Hadn't I just told him to shut up? "Well, one of them, anyway," he expounded, "and he likes you to go topless, so take off your shirt." She nodded and removed her T-shirt and bra obediently. She sat there in a pair of jeans and nothing else, as if she was awaiting her next command. I looked back at Dale. "Didn't I just tell you NOT to do that?" "Oh, yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "I forgot." "You dipshit. DON'T forget next time." He nodded. We started to leave the room, and the three girls followed us, Darla wrapping her arm around mine, letting her large, soft breasts press up against my bicep. Well, apparently, she beleived she was my girlfriend... Dale could be an idiot, but I had to admit that having this topless girl hanging on my arm felt nice. The next apartment had the woman with the younger daughter. She and her little girl had been watching television, and they were staring at it blankly when we walked in. They didn't even look up when we entered the room. "Well," I said, "let's find a photo album and figure out their names." Laurie and Jamie, who were following the three of us with their arms wrapped around each other's waists, piped up. "Can we look for it? We can find it for you!" I glanced back at them. I was surprised to notice that their eyes seemed full of life; apparently being given a personality was all it took to undo the "zombie" effects of being erased. I glanced down at Darla, who was resting her blond head on my shoulder, letting her breasts sink further into my arm, and noticed that her eyes looked alive as well. I nodded to the two sisters and they bounded around the apartment, looking for a photo album that would help us figure out the names of the woman and her daughter. While they were looking through books (this woman had quite a collection of books, unlike Darla), my newfound "girlfriend" looked up at me. "How come you like me to go topless?" she asked. Ummm... "Well, it's OK if you'd rather put your shirt back on; I really don't mind." "Do you want me to?" she asked, wide-eyed. Wow, talk about submissive. Okay, I thought to myself. Moment of truth; are you getting off on this? Less than three hours ago you were in an apartment in downtown LA having an orgy with five pre-teen girls and their mother... If you're really enjoying this, you'd say- "No, I don't," I admitted. What the hell, I thought. They're enjoying themselves. And it's not like she has a chill or something... Laurie and Jamie ran back with a photo album, which I leafed through. I finally found a birth certificate, and figured out the little girl's name was Ashley, and that she was 7 years old. I found the mother's drivers license and figured out that she was 26 and her name was Andi. I "ahemed" at the two sitting on the couch, and they looked up at me with zombie-like curiousity. "Do you know me?" asked the mother. I nodded, a little more comfortable with this now. "Your name is Andi, and you're 26 years old," I explained to the brunette who was sitting on the couch in a skirt and blouse; it looked like she had just gotten back from work. "And you," I explained to the little nymphet sitting next to her "are named Ashley, and you're 7." They both looked thrilled to have found this bit of information, and just looked at me happily. I could see that their eyes were no longer completely zoned out, but they still didn't look entirely lifelike. Apparently they needed personalities, but what kind? As I was thinking about it, Laurie, one of the little girls from across the hall, broke my concentration by letting out a moan of pleasure. I looked back at them and saw that Laurie had her skirt hiked up to her waist, and Jamie was on her knees in front of her. She had pushed aside Laurie's white panties and was licking her bare preteen little pussy. I looked around for Dale, figuring he must have told them to do this while my back was turned. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. Darla was still pressed against me, and I glanced down at her; she was watching the two and smiling. Laurie grabbed two fistfuls of her little sister's hair and tried to press her head further into her excited crotch. Jamie had one hand on each of Laurie's bare, nicely tanned legs and was steadying herself with them. Laurie steadied herself and bent forward in passion, riding the waves of her first prepubescent orgasm. I was as hard as a rock watching those two go at it. I kind of expected Darla to reach down and help releive the tension, when I realized she probably didn't remember how... it was odd, what they forgot, and what they retained. I was about to ask her to help me out when it occured to me to wonder what Dale was doing while I had been watching the two little girls make love... I turned around and confirmed my suspicions when I saw him whispering in Andi's ear. "Damn it, Dale!" I yelled, but again, I was too late to stop him. Andi smiled and looked down at her seven-year-old daughter, who was wearing a baby-doll nightgown and a pair of ruffled panties. She picked up her little girl and turned her over her knee; the girl fell into position obediently. I rolled my eyes. For christ's sake, Dale, I thought, that's beneath even me. On the other hand, mother and daughter were both smiling, and I didn't think I would have been able to move from the spot I was in if my life had depended on it.