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Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 4 (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 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.