From jdavies@inw.net Sun Mar 16 13:19:55 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 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Recruits, part two, chapter 1 (Mf, Ff, ff, pedo, inc, spank, mc) Date: Sun, 16 Mar 1997 12:19:55 -0600 Organization: IlliNetworks Lines: 413 Message-ID: <332C39CB.6BBC@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 1 - The Island On a mental command from me, my teleportal door opened. It definitely looked like something out of a science fiction novel; one minute we were looking down a deserted alleyway and the next minute a shimmering, rectangular bluish light seemed to rise out of the ground. The door itself was completely opaque. Although it was neon blue and seemed to sparkle, it was something of an optical illusion; if you walked around to the other side of it, you would be able to see me through the space it occupied. It was completely two-dimensional and invisible from the other side. The little girls gasped in amazement and even their mother, Erica, seemed impressed, although I was sure she had heard of my teleportal already. "Well girls," I asked my five new 'recruits', "are you ready to take a trip to my island?" "Can we... walk through THAT?" asked little 7-year-old Candy, pointing at the teleportal door. I couldn't blame her for being a bit apprehensive, since the thing looked unreal and forbidding at the same time. "Of course," I reassured her. "Just follow me," I suggested, before walking through it myself. To their eyes, I just disappeared into thin air, leaving only a ghostly blue trace where I had been just a second ago. I, of course, stepped out on the other side into the teleporter room on my island, half a world away. The device served the same purpose as the "transporter" on the starship Enterprise (for you Trekkies out there), but worked differently. First of all, the door was permanent. I couldn't just "beam up" the way captain Kirk always did on the TV show; if I teleported to the restroom in Club Sadismo in downtown Atlanta, I had to make my way back there in order to "beam" back. My brother, who had invented and built the amazing device, once tried to explain how it manipulated the space/time curve to create a link between two places, but I couldn't understand what the hell he was talking about (as usual). All I knew was that the thing worked, and if I wanted to go anywhere in the world, I could start from my wonderful little island off the coast of the Phillipines and transport there immediately. I was about to walk back through and collect the girls, figuring they were too nervous to actually walk through the door, when Stephanie stepped through. She couldn't beleive her eyes; one minute she was standing in a dark alley in downtown LA, the next minute she was in a closed-off room on a mystical tropical island. "I didn't feel a thing!" she exclaimed. "It was the same as walking through a door!" I smiled and hugged my adorable little newfound lover... I couldn't blame her for making such a big deal out of the experience, though. A persons first teleport was always a bit of a spine-tingling experience, even if it was really only the same as walking through a physical door. One by one, the other four little girls came in. First Candy, followed by Asa, Deanna and finally Tiffany, who was ushered in by their mother. Once I was sure they were all inside, I sent another mental command that closed the teleportal; all of a sudden, the door blinked out of existence, and we were looking at an electrical/metal empty door frame. "Are we... are we really here?" Erica asked me, unable to beleive it herself. "This is it," I announced. "DOA island!" The island, as you probably already know, is named after my lawless little band of terrorists. We started out as comic-book style superheroes, but it didn't take long for us to discover that being comic-book style _badguys_ was a LOT more fun. That was when we migrated to the island and started picking up "recruits", who usually wound up serving as sex-slaves for our insatiable appetites. We felt that the name "DOA" would (maybe) strike terror into the hearts of the masses; a desirable quality for terrorists, don't you think? "Okay, ladies," I announced, "follow me if you will." I led them out into the hallway. Since we were on the fifth floor, where all the DOA members lived, the hall was clear of people, unlike the lower four floors. I led the six to the stairwell and up to the newly added sixth floor, with the two penthouse apartments. "And this," I pushed open the door to the vacant apartment, "is your new home!" They stepped into the luxuriously spacious apartment in amazement. Whereas Erica's apartment had been cramped and dark (since it was nighttime in LA right now) the penthouse was wide-open and airy. There were three bedrooms; one for Erica, and two for the girls to split. I expected that Stephanie, Candy and Asa would share one room and Tiffany and Deanna would share the other. The apartment was completely furnished, and the girls rooms were replete with beds, dressers, and tons of clothes in their sizes. While they set about roaming around exploring, Erica and I sat down on the couch in the living room and just chatted, mostly about the island and what was expected of her and the girls. I could hear the five little ones banging around in their bedrooms, squealing with delight... this was really a dream come true to them. And to me, too, of course. What pedophile wouldn't be happy to have four ten-year-olds and a seven-year-old added to his harem? Erica and I were interrupted by a throat being cleared behind me. I looked up to see Nikki, the 12-year-old who lived in the apartment next door, gazing at me with a bit of anticipation. I was startled at first until I realized I had left the door open; she had just walked in. "And this little angel," I said by way of introduction, "is your neighbor Nicole." Nikki smiled at the compliment and sauntered over to me and sat down in my lap. I hugged her against me and wrapped one arm around her soft, yielding, little-girl body. She wasn't wearing anything but a pair of panties and my bicep brushed against one of her tiny breasts. She felt it, and snuggled her chest further into my arm. Erica, being a DOA buff, recognized the name. "Nicole? You're the one who was born here, right?" Nikki nodded proudly. "I'm the only DOA-baby. My mom and my adopted sisters and me all live nextdoor." She looked at me accusingly. "And _you_ told me we weren't getting our new neighbors for a week." Her innocent little face screwed up in mock indignation, as if she was imitating a jealous lover confronting her beau with evidence of his philandering. I smiled and kissed her sweet little lips. "I thought you were excited about getting new neighbors to play with!" I protested. She gave me another accusing look and then broke into a grin; this was the first honest little-girl expression she had worn since she had come in the room. She was about to say something when Stephanie and Deanna ran out from the back of the house, giggling. Since they hadn't had a chance to change clothes since I brought them here from LA, Stephanie was still wearing her cutoff jeans and yellow T-shirt; Deanna, on the other hand, had stripped off her miniskirt and tanktop and was dressed in nothing but a pair of flowery cotton panties, like Nikki. I realized this was the first time I had seen Deanna naked since I had met her; all her sisters had stripped for me, at one time or another, but Deanna, the shy one, hadn't joined our little orgy back in Erica's old apartment the night before. They were both surprised to see someone else here, so I stood up and let Nikki slide off my lap. "Stephanie, Deanna," I addressed the still-smiling little sweethearts, "this is one of your neighbors. Her name is Nikki." "Hi, Nikki," Stephanie offered immediately. Nikki walked up to her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Nikki was two years older, so she stood a bit taller than Stephanie, but her budding breasts pressed against Stephanie's nipple rings through her T-shirt, and I could see that Stephanie was aroused by the kiss. "Hi Stephanie. You're really pretty," Nikki told her. Stephanie actually blushed at the compliment, much to my surprise, and Nikki took hold of Deanna's hand and gave her the same get-acquainted kiss, although she didn't rub against Deanna's now mostly naked body as she had Stephanie's. "You're pretty, too, Deanna," Nikki complimented. "I'm going to like having you two for neighbors!" she exclaimed, falling back into her little-girl persona instead of the temptress (which was what she liked to play most of the time). Deanna looked even more surprised than Stephanie, and both seemed to be at a loss for words. I chuckled. "You two have to get used to a few things about DOA island. Promiscuity is one of them," I explained to the bewildered little ten-year-olds. Stephanie and I had had sex less than an hour ago, but I don't think even that had prepared her for her Nikki's freindly behavior. "Nikki grew up on this island, so she's a bit more pronounced than the rest of us" - I shot her a mischeivous grin and wished she was close enough for me to give a playful swat on the rear - "but a kiss is a pretty normal greeting around here." They nodded at me, and Nikki wrapped her arm around Deanna's naked waist. "I have a question," asked Erica, speaking up. "Isn't there a rule against girls wearing underwear here?" I nodded. "Yes, but that rule only applies to adult recruits. Little girls can wear pretty much whatever they want to; most of them seem to prefer just a pair of panties like Nikki does." I sat back down. "You, however," I motioned to Erica, "are required to remove yours." I grinned at her and she dropped her head demurely. She was thirty-two and I was closer to twenty-two; being bossed around by men ten years younger than she was new to her, but she was willing to accept that. She hiked up her skirt and slipped her hand inside the waistband of her panties when I held up a hand for her to stop. "Stephanie, come over here," I asked the little darling. "Would you like to take off your mother's panties for the last time ever?" Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head. "Raise you skirt a bit higher, honey," I commanded Erica, who obeyed. Her panties were sheer, designed to entice men, unlike the purely functional cotton panties her daughters wore. I could make out her pubic mound beneath them, and she looked a bit excited; I assumed it was the humiliation, which I already knew she enjoyed. Stephanie slipped one hand under each legband of her mother's panties and slipped them down to her knees. She had to bend at the waist to push them down the rest of the way, and her face was even with Erica's well-trimmed pussy. With both hands in her mother's underwear, Stephanie kissed her moist cleft; Erica drew a sigh of pleasure when she did so. Stephanie, unable to resist herself, started licking her mother's pussy as she had been since she was five years old. She was good at it, and she loved to do it. I slipped behind Erica and pushed her panties a bit and they fell into a puddle around her ankles. I wrapped my arms around her stomach, and she arched her back against me, continuing to hold up her skirt so her little daughter would have access to her expectant pussy. I looked up at Nikki and Deanna and was pleased to see that Nikki had made short work of the ten-year-old; her tongue was down Deanna's throat and her hands were on the little prepubescent bottom, exploring and squeezing as a lover would. Her naked titties were pressed against Deanna's similarly naked chest, and Deanna was leaning back a bit, just like the stereotypical dominated woman in a 1950's film. I was starting to get excited, and my cock was starting to respond, when the beeper I always wear went off... Naturally at the worst possible time, there was an emergency that demanded my attention. I stepped away from Erica, and she seemed upset to see me go. "I have to take care of something," I explained to the girls, "go ahead and get settled in; I'll be back later tonight to see if you need anything." Stephanie, who had stopped eating out her mother, nodded at me with sad, puppy-dog eyes, as did Erica. Nikki, characteristically, just nodded at me and waved her hand in dismissal, not looking up from Deanna's mouth. "One of these days, little girl," I admonished her, "I'm going to spank you so hard you can't sit down for a week." I left and I knew Nikki was smiling inside because she knew I meant it. I guessed she was looking forward to it as much as I was.