This is a story. It never happened and never will. The General Disclaimer is incorporated herein by reference.

I met them through the woman's ad in the personals: widow with four pretty daughters seeks loving father and husband. Serious replies only. I sent a letter, she sent her number, I called her, and I went to her home to meet her daughters, to see how much, how often, and how many ways I could love them.

The oldest was Angel, a month past her ninth birthday, a wild, pretty girl with long brown hair and brown eyes, slender and of a normal height for her age. Cynthia was seven, radiant in her golden blond hair, her smile lighting every heart, her blue eyes shining like the sun in a clear pool. Fauna was next oldest at six, and everyone called her by her nickname, Fluffy. The name was appropriate, as her light brown shoulder-length hair stood out around her head like the fur of a long-haired kitten. The youngest girl was four, and nearly ready for school, a very intelligent red-haired girl, named Lysandra but called Lisa. All four girls were quite pretty, each in their own way.

Their mother, of course, was a woman, with garishly painted nails and a failed attempt to hide a pallid complexion with an overdose of makeup.

They lived in a large ranch house in the country, "four hills" to the nearest neighbor. It had a bedroom on the lower floor, two on the upper floor, and one small bedroom hidden in the attic, which was Cynthia's. Angel had one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and the other was shared by Fluffy and Lisa, who slept in bunkbeds. The girls led me on a tour of every room in the house while their mother fixed up a meal for us. The house had a large basement, roughly finished, which I saw when the girls took my hands and led me down the stairs to see their hideaway. Posts supporting the floors above were left standing unattached in the basement, with nails protruding at angles holding up various items hanging on them. There was a washing machine in a corner, with a pile of girl's clothes beside it. I noticed that the girls had recently worn frilly white dresses, with frilly white socks and frilly white panties. At the time, Angel was wearing shorts and a halter top with nothing but strings across her back, Cynthia wore a light dress, Fluffy was oddly wearing a bikini bottom that was clearly one or two sizes too large and a bikini top that didn't match, and four-year-old Lisa was beautiful in a pink jumper zipped up the back. They were all barefoot, which I admired.

They led me through a low door that I had to duck and turn to enter, into a small, dark room in the very corner of the basement. Angel reached up and pulled a chain, turning on a light, a bare bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling. The room had been designed as a pantry, I guessed, but the girls had made it into a cubby hole, loading the shelves with toys and various objects of every description. They were clearly proud of it, so I admired it aloud. Cynthia said this was where they came to get away from their mother when she was looking for them. Angel corrected her, pointing out that they had a few other places outside where they could hide. I asked why their mother didn't look for them here right away, and they said she never came down in the basement except to do laundry, so she never knew their hideaway was even there. I asked why they would want to hide from their mother. They looked at each other knowingly, and kept their silence. Finally Lisa spoke up and told me their mother always spanked them really hard when she was mad, and always tied them up in their bedrooms when she had to go somewhere in town, unless they hid from her.

I started kidding them about being really bad girls for hiding from their mother, and they knew I was kidding, when I said that I would have to spank them all for being such bad girls. I sat down on a child-sized chair they had by the door of the hideaway, and grabbed Fluffy. I laid her over my lap and started spanking her bottom lightly, playfully, laughingly. They all laughed as I spanked Fluffy, then stood her up and shook my finger at her, warning that if she was a bad girl again I would have to spank her again. She giggled.

I asked who else had been a bad girl, and got a chorus of gleeful admissions of guilt. First I spanked Angel, then Lisa, then I held Cynthia over my lap. With Cynthia, I pulled her dress up with one hand just enough to reveal her panties, then spanked her lightly while she giggled.

"Spank her barebottom!" Angel commanded. "Yea!!" Fluffy echoed.

"Only if she's been really really naughty," I told them, and asked Cynthia about it. She said she was really really REALLY REALLY naughty, so I pulled her panties down, showing her soft bottom, and proceded to spank her, a little harder than before. When I finished, I let my hand rest on her bottom a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin. She squirmed away and pulled her panties back up only out of habit, not from any prudishness.

"Who else has been as naughty as Cynthia?" I asked, and grabbed Fluffy when she gleefully admitted she had. I bent her over my knee, and my cock grew hard and long as I felt the pliable girl's back and legs.

I put my hand down deep inside Fluffy's bikini and felt her bottom, then I spread her legs apart, slipped my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy, while the other girls watched. I told Angel and Cynthia to hold her arms behind her, which they did, then I stood her up, knelt before her, and pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles. I untied the shoulder straps on her bikini top, leaving them dangling, then pulled it down past her tummy, past her bottom, and dropped it at her ankles with the other piece. Angel and Cynthia lifted her up while I pulled her bikini completely off her, and now she was totally naked, facing me, with her arms held tight behind her back by her big sisters. She stood between them, blinking and wondering, occasionally trying to pull away.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. "Please, let me go, this isn't any fun anymore!" she begged, as I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt.

"I know what he's going to do!" Angel snickered, gripping harder as Fluffy began to squirm frantically. They stared at my rock-hard cock as I pulled my underpants down and kicked them off.

I reached behind Fluffy's back from both sides, and firmly gripped her wrists. "Let go of her now, I have her," I told Angel and Cynthia, and I lifted Fluffy up, face to face with me, and pushed her against the basement wall. "Pull her legs apart, really wide" I told the other girls, who complied.

Fluffy struggled and squirmed as I pressed my belly hard against hers, the tip of my cock just stroking her pussy. She screamed in desperate agony as I rammed into her and started pumping, while Angel and Cynthia held her feet. "Oh, please, please, stop it, you're hurting me, please, oh please please stop oh pleaeeeeeease!" she begged and pleaded.

Just then, Lisa tried to slip past Angel and out the door of the cubby hole. "Stop her!" I called out, and Angel quickly turned and grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her back into the room. "Let's take them upstairs to their bedroom," I suggested, "and finish this up there."

"Oh no, please don't, don't hurt me any more, stop, I don't want to play this game!" Fluffy whimpered. Lisa started crying, but didn't say anything.

"Angel, you take Lisa. Cynthia, could you bring my clothes, please? Leave Fluffy's bikini hanging on one of the posts down here, and help Angel if she needs it." We walked to the stairs, Angel holding Lisa's arms and Cynthia covering her mouth. I carried Fluffy, both of us stark naked, my cock still firmly embedded in her warm juicy pussy, her arms pinned behind her.

We went up the stairs cautiously, snuck past the kitchen door when the bitch had her back turned, and quietly ran down the hallway and up more stairs to the bedroom with the bunk beds. Cynthia shut the door as Angel pulled out some ropes which already had one end tied to the bedposts. Lisa stood there terrified, looking alternately at me and Fluffy, at Angel gleefully readying the ropes, and at Cynthia standing between her and the door, grinning. She could see there was no hope of fighting her way out.

I lay down on Fluffy, down on the floor, and humped on her a few more times, then got up and let her lay there bawling and holding herself. I looked over at Lisa and licked my lips. Angel had taken one of Lisa's hands and tightened one loop of a rope around her wrist. Lisa stood there by the bed, silently pleading with her tearful eyes. She knew what was coming, oh how she knew. The sight of Fluffy laying naked on the floor, sobs wracking her body, and the sight of my prick, now pointing at her, were all the clues she needed.

Angel slipped the other loop over Lisa's wrist and jerked it tight. She pushed the ropes through a screw-eye on the bunkbed, apparently put there for just this purpose. Lisa's arms were raised over her head and her tears began flowing faster. Her pink terry-cloth jumper stretched tight over her bottom and her pussy, and a tiny sliver of her white panties showed on the side. Angel hooked the ropes on another screw-eye on the far side of the bed, just the right distance to keep Lisa's wrists against the first one.

I pinched her jumper and pulled it out away from her tummy. "In my pants pocket, Cynthia, there's a knife. I need it now." I held out my other hand. Lisa started struggling while Cynthia went through my clothes. "Angel, do you have another rope for her feet?"

Angel found another rope as Cynthia put the knife in my hand. I flicked open the blade, which made them all jump. I cut a slit in the jumper starting at the top between her titties, and worked my way down, past her belly button, not stopping until I had sliced between her legs. When I was done, Angel had finished tying Lisa's ankles together.

Lisa finally found her voice, and began pleading "Please don't, please don't, oh please don't, oh please let me go, oh stop please don't hurt me too, oh please please please pleeeeaase!!" I turned her around and sliced her jumper between her cheeks and up her back, splitting it completely in two. I cut the straps that were holding it up, and it dropped to her knees. I forced her knees apart and the pieces landed draped over her feet. She stood before me, arms firmly held over her head, naked but for her panties and the stout ropes which held her. Angel and Cynthia were giggling at her futile attempts to break free. Fluffy just lay in the corner, still sobbing quietly.

I reached out and rubbed Lisa's tummy, up and down and around, working my way up to her titties with one hand and into her panties to her pussy with the other. Then I slowly slipped her panties down. She struggled frantically as I slipped it past her pussy, bucking her knees back and forth and crying out in terrified screams. I left her panties with her pink jumper, around her ankles.

I stepped back to contemplate the sight of her fragile four-year-old little girl's body, her flawless pale pink skin, her tear-stained cheeks and eyes, her softly rounded tummy, her beautiful pink titties with reddish nipples barely visible in their centers, and of course her cream-colored pussy, fully exposed to my view much against her will. She was ready, it was obvious.

Lifting her by her hips, I raised her to my eye level. I forced her legs apart and pulled her knees around me. I felt the tip of my cock just brushing her pussy. I reached between her legs and spread her pussy out with my fingers and positioned my cock like a missile ready for launch, pressing against her pussy lips.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" chanted Angel and Cynthia.

Lisa squirmed and twisted, which felt great against my stomach and cock. She whimpered "oh no, please, let me go let me go! please don't hurt me don't do it oh please stop don't do it don't please please please oh stop please!!"

"OHHW!! Owww stop ow OWWW! stop STOP!! oh please stop hurting me! oh please Ooowwwwowwwowww!" she pleaded and whined, becoming incoherent as I forced my throbbing cock into her and slowly pressed it deeper and deeper. As I repeatedly thrust and withdrew, each stroke more vigorous than the last, I fondled her bottom, squeezing and rubbing her. I tasted her neck, her shoulders, her salty cheeks, smelled her little-girl smell, the sweetest aroma there could ever be, that no perfume could hope to match. When at last I was satisfied, I released her and let her hang by her wrists, unable to stand and barely able to cry.

"Now we're even!" declared Angel, kicking Lisa's bottom. Cynthia turned and did the same to Fluffy, who was still curled up on the floor, holding her pussy with one hand and covering her eyes with the other, whining so quietly we could barely hear her.

"Let's tie her up then go play something else," suggested Angel. My strength and their experience with the ropes made quick work, and Fluffy was soon bound by her wrists and ankles, spread-eagled naked on the top bunkbed.

"One more minute, then we'll go" I told Angel. With Fluffy's pussy spread so invitingly before my eyes, and with this pretty six-year-old so utterly helpless before my whims, and with my clothes already off anyway, I just couldn't resist the chance to feel her soft warm flesh enclosing my cock, and listen to her frantic screams one more time. I began climbing up the ladder and over the railing.

Fluffy had finally quieted, nearly exhausted from crying and uselessly pleading, but she showed she still had plenty of fight left when she saw what I intended. She jerked against her ropes and pleaded "Oh no please, not again, don't hurt me again, oh please, leave me alone, stop oh stop stop stop stop stop!" She struggled vainly as I crossed the rail and held myself above her on my hands and knees. "Ohh don't oh please oh please please don't hurt me again! oh please stop, ohHWw OOww!" she wailed as I lowered myself onto her and into her full force. Her useless struggling became wild with desperation, then ceased completely. She was panting from the exertion, blinded by tears of pain, and barely able to talk, but she kept pleading "stop stop stop oh owww stop stop oh stop oh stop stop stop OOOww stop! owwhh pleeease!"

I finished and climbed down, and picked up my clothes. Angel was whispering something to Cynthia, who came up to me and stood, hesitating. "Do you want something?" I asked.

She glanced at Angel, who nodded back. "Aren't you going to spank Lisa barebottom? The stick is up there above the door," she offered, giggling. I looked where she was pointing, and saw that on top of the doorframe, just barely in my reach, was a ruler as long as my forearm. One end was stained with sweat, apparently from much usage. The rest of the ruler was studded with small tacks on both sides, and was stained dark red. I looked over at Lisa, who trembled wide-eyed in terror. I could see she had felt that stick before, probably many times.

"Yes, I think I'll spank her barebottom, but I'll use my hand first, then the stick. You two can help if you want. We'll take turns, one of us will spank her while the other two hold her legs spread out. I'll spank her first." They quickly grabbed her legs, untied her ankles, and spread them wide, her bottom nearly immobilised right at hand-level.

She cried out sharply at the first slap, which brought out a dark blush on the left cheek of her bottom. The second even harder slap brought out a shrill cry of pain and an even deeper tinge of pink on her pale right cheek. She struggled and jerked, trying to evade the inevitable third slap, which came just as she stopped struggling. She began wailing from the inescapable torment that was only just beginning for her. I spanked and spanked until her whole bottom was a beautiful rosy shade of red. Lisa sobbed and sobbed, tears dripping from her chin or running down her neck to her tiny little titties.

"My turn now, you promised," Angel insisted.

"Okay, let's see who can make the loudest sound," I proposed. "You give her five swats, then the next person goes. The winner gets to give her ten swats with the stick. Then we'll do it again. And again. And again, until we get tired of it, if we ever do."

After Angel, Cynthia spanked Lisa with great enthusiasm, but she still couldn't match the energy that Angel showed. Nor could I. Angel won the first round, and I got down the stick and handed it to her. Lisa began to shriek even before the first tacks tasted her tender flesh. Angel spanked even harder with the stick than she had with her hand, which made a quieter swat but a much louder scream of pain from Lisa.

Angel won the second round, too. And the third. And the fourth. I finally had to declare Cynthia the winner of the fifth round just to give her a chance with the stick. All the while, Lisa hung helplessly from the ropes that bound her, wailing and shaking with sobs from the unendurable agony of our merciless contest. When I wasn't spanking her bottom, I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her pale naked body, squirming in vain as she tried to avoid the swats. At last, I claimed my turn with the stick, gave her ten swats as she whimpered, and put it back up above the door.

Again before I could dress, Angel whispered to Cynthia, who approached me. "Now what is it?" I asked.

"If we tie up Lisa the same way as Fluffy, would you do it to her again too?" she asked.

I couldn't believe my luck at finding these girls. Of course I agreed, and of course I helped them with the necessary "holding action" as they retied the ropes. Lisa's frail arms and legs stretched painfully as Cynthia and Angel pulled the ropes extra tight. Of course, Lisa screamed and squirmed and whimpered and begged and sobbed and cried and pleaded, and got only what I wanted to give her. Cynthia and Angel were giggling at her relentless cries of pain, laughing every time she begged to be released, laughing when she begged me to stop hurting her.

What a beautiful sight she was when at last I stood back and began to dress. Her eyes were red from crying. Her wrists and ankles were as red as her eyes, from pulling on the ropes which held her spread-eagled naked on the lower bed. Her pussy was rubbed raw and was redder than her eyes, and was spread apart wider than Fluffy's because Lisa had shorter legs. Her bottom was still crimson from the spankings. The rest of her body from forehead to toe was the lovely shade of creamy pale pink seen only on little girls. Only her tiny pink breasts, small as dimes, and the tiny pocket of her belly button decorated the silken smoothness of her belly and her chest. The only hair on her body was the light downiness of her forearms and legs, and the radiant red hair on her head. What a sexy little girl she was!

And she would still be there, still naked, still helpless, still terrified, when I came back from playing with Angel in her bedroom, and Cynthia in hers...

I grinned, picturing how it would go in an hour. The four girls would tearfully wail "Mommiieee! He raped us all while you were making supper!" and their ugly mother would respond "Ridiculous! You girls are always trying to sabotage my relationships with every man who shows an interest! I'll not hear another word!" She'd probably invite me back just to show them she didn't believe them!