She had a scattering of early memories. She remembered the awe she felt looking up at very tall buildings during what must have been one of her first trips to the city. She remembered walking between her parents, flying as each lifted an arm. She remembered lazing in front of the TV. She remembered sitting at the kitchen table with her parents on a weekend morning, watching steam rising from her mom's coffee cup.

Her dad spent a lot of time on his computer. What she saw was his eyes focused on the glowing screen for minutes at a time, with an occasional click as he changed what was on the screen. More intense scanning, then occasional bursts of tapping on the keyboard. Most of it was boring.

Sometimes there were pictures. As a treat for her he sometimes pulled up pictures of animals or butterflies.

She remembered sitting in his lap while he read to her, and how safe she felt snuggling against him.

Her mother ... When she tried to retrieve positive memories of her mother, it was harder. Were those occasional hugs and smiles genuine? She wasn't sure. Her mother took her shopping for new clothes now and then. But she grumbled. Her mother looked Jill over when she was dressed for the day, but what she saw in her mother's eyes was attention to the surface. What clothes were wrinkled, what went with what. Whether her hair was combed, and whether she had a smudge on her cheek. She didn't remember her mother looking at her, the actual girl, and smiling at her just because she was Jill. She sensed that her mother thought of Jill as a responsibility, not a real person to love. And that thought made her tear up sometimes, when she let herself really think about it.

When she was worried or glum, she went to her dad. He always had a lap for her to climb in, a shoulder to lean against, and she knew he loved her. She remembered being bad sometimes, like eating candy when she wasn't supposed to, or putting on her best dress to just play around the house and getting it torn. She remembered that her dad made her go to her room for a time out. Her memory of sitting in her room was that, however mad or sad she felt, she knew what she had done wrong, and that when her time was up she could snuggle with her dad and he would comfort her.

She had many frightening memories of her mom screaming at her, face contorted with rage. She didn't think her mother had beaten her, though she could picture her mother grabbing her hand and yanking her along while Jill stumbled along behind, trying desperately to stay on her feet. And her thought was Why? What have I done wrong? She remembered that she couldn't figure it out. She felt she would do anything if only she could get her mommy to love her -- to feel a smile that was for her just because she was Jill, or to feel that warm, tender hug.

She remembered hearing her parents fighting. They usually fought in their bedroom behind closed doors. She remembered her mother screaming, and her father's low, calm voice replying. It was not a voice of command, however. The tone, as she recollected it, spoke of a man placating, calming, and cajoling.

She was a sound sleeper, so she missed just about everything on the night that changed everything. She woke to her mother's screams, unfamiliar male voices and a bit of scuffling. She heard the commotion move to the yard, heard it move further away, then heard multiple car doors slam and heard the vehicles drive off.

Shortly after, she heard her dad tiptoe down the hall to her room, open the door very quietly, and peek in. Finding her awake and frightened, he had come in and sat on the bed. He said her mom had been arrested, but he didn't know much more.

Jill knew her dad was doing his very best to comfort her, but she also knew that he was badly shaken himself.

---

Her mother was Emily Ford, nee Larsen. Her father was Bruce Ford, and she was Jill Ford. She was six when her mother was taken away.

Emily Ford had worked as a personal care assistant at the nursing home in town. It turned out she had quit eight months before her arrest. She had had problems with absenteeism and irritability with the residents, and they had been working up to firing her. She had not mentioned to her husband Bruce that she had quit.

While her husband thought she was working at the nursing home, she had been working in the manufacture and distribution of crystal meth. She had been arrested along with the others in her little group.

Of course her daddy took her to visit her mother, but the visit had been awkward. Her mother had never been affectionate, and with the added stress of an upcoming trial and the shame of being a criminal, she had been unable to even make eye contact with her daughter. Bruce took her again a week later. That night Jill woke from a nightmare of her mother screaming at her and chasing her, then turning into a wolf and biting off her leg. He asked if she wanted to come sleep with him in his bed, and she had jumped at the opportunity, and felt safe with him. Her father never suggested taking her to see her mother again, and she never mentioned it either.

Losing her mother shook Jill's world. If a parent could disappear in the middle of the night, what else might happen? Could her father be next?

Despite that lurking anxiety, in most ways life got better. Her father was always there with a hug when she wanted, even when she wanted so many more than before. He still looked at her with love, and actually saw her. He read to her, and played make believe with her. He had been largely responsible for her care before, so not much else changed in day to day life. But everything became orderly and predictable. They still did new fun things sometimes, but she knew she could count on the basics.

She realized that her mother had scrambled everything up when she was around. Jill hadn't known what would happen next. Meal times were erratic. Sometimes they went out on picnics as a threesome and spent a glorious afternoon together. Other times her mother would just disappear. Sometimes dinner would be late, and there was always the danger that her mother would yell at her for something.

When it was just her and her father, dinner was on time. He tended to cook the meals she liked best -- though he made her eat her vegetables too. She had chores. She was supposed to set the table for dinner and clear her own dishes to the dishwasher. When she took off her clothes at night, she was to put them in the hamper and not leave them scattered all over the floor. If she didn't follow a rule, her father would warn her, and if that didn't work, she got a time out. But he never yelled at her. If she was furious at him, he would accept her anger calmly, and she would often end up snuggling on his lap. First she had to do her timeout, though.

He sat with her during her bath times and helped with the hair wash. He toweled her dry all over, though she could have done that herself. Before bedtime he helped her pick out clothes for the next day.

The worst part of her daily routine was when he combed her hair. Her hair was shoulder length already, and she was determined to let it grow as long as it would get. It had to be brushed, and it was harder because her hair was curly. Her father had to brush it every morning, and it was a frustrating process. He started at the ends and first got those combed, then proceeded gradually upward to her scalp. All along the way were snarls that needed to be worked out. He tried to be gentle, but it just hurt sometimes. She yelped and sometimes stamped her feet in frustration. Her dad kept offering to get it cut shorter to avoid the whole problem, but she wouldn't hear of it. She wanted long hair.

She had only one unsettling memory from that happy phase of her life. It was the memory of her father staring off into space. She didn't know how to interpret his expression at the time, but she knew it wasn't right. Later she knew it meant he was lost and confused himself. However good a job he did making a warm, predictable, loving world for her, he was searching for his own bearings.

---

After her mother-as-wolf nightmare, her dad suggested she sleep in his bed whenever she wanted, and she loved it. He usually lay down with her at bedtime, spooned against her back. Feeling warm, loved, and protected, she usually fell asleep quickly. Occasionally she awoke and found he was gone, but he explained that he got up again to do grown-up things in the evening, since he didn't need as much sleep as she did. Whenever she woke after midnight or so he was there next to her.

He also mentioned at this point that she mustn't tell anyone at school where she slept at night. He said he was determined to make sure she felt loved. They weren't doing anything wrong, but people might misunderstand, and if she told anyone then he might be sent away to jail. Jill's stomach turned to ice. The prospect of losing her daddy was terrifying.

Ever since she was a little girl, she remembered him stroking her as she sat in his lap. He would stroke her hair or her cheek, her back or her arm. He would massage her toes. She loved it.

She wasn't sure when she became aware of the change. A few weeks after she started sleeping in her daddy's bed, his behavior as they sat together during the daytime changed. He started stroking her chest too, and her thighs, including the inside of her thighs. His hand sometimes came to rest on the crotch of her panties.

She liked all that too, though she felt a little uneasy about it. Or did she? As she sat reminiscing in the present, she thought she could remember her younger self feeling it, but she also knew that memory was tricky. Knowing in the present that what he had done was wrong, was she projecting that knowledge backwards to make her 6-year-old self feel uneasy about it?

She thought she remembered his suddenly taking his hands away, as if he knew he shouldn't be touching her like that.

---

Like most children, she didn't want to go to bed. After the last story, there came the dreaded moment when the lights would go out and her father would curl up behind her. Although she liked his presence, she still wanted to be up and playing.

In answer to her pleas, he suggested he give her a backrub. He explained that that helped people relax and fall asleep. So she lay on her stomach and loved the feel of his hands gently massaging her shoulders and back. Sometimes she fell asleep with his hands gently stroking her back. A few nights later he started massaging her scalp and her neck. Sometimes he kissed her ear, which made her giggle at first. He might nibble it or lick it, then lick her cheeks and a bit of her neck.

He suggested she take her nightgown off so he could massage her skin directly, and she liked that even better. Then he massaged every inch of her back, and each arm. He massaged each little butt cheek through her panties, then massaged her toes and her legs too. It was several days later that he started rubbing the inside of her thighs too, and she happily spread her legs a little so he could reach every inch.

After back-rubs were part of their bedtime routine, he added another stage: he had her turn over for a front rub.

After she turned over, he always started with a kiss. Not too long after the two of them were on their own, he had taught her to kiss briefly on the lips. Kisses felt especially loving. But in their bedtime routine, he didn't stop with a single brief kiss. He gave her one, but then a second, then another, and another. Then they got chained together one after another, and then each kiss got longer. She liked that.

She knew those kisses made her feel funny inside in a different way from the other things. She knew she liked that different feeling. Whether she also felt uncomfortable with it -- that she couldn't remember.

Then he proceeded with the front rub itself. He didn't massage her arms or legs again, since he had already done those while she was on her back. No, he concentrated on the parts he couldn't reach while she was on her back. He rubbed all over her front, chest and belly and down to where her panties started. She noticed he spent more time in each session rubbing or caressing all around her tiny nipples.

Once she was on her back, he repeated one massage he had done before. He carefully stroked and kneaded up the inside of each thigh. Naturally she spread her legs so he could get at them more easily.

At the top of her legs was the only area of her body he hadn't touched yet. He massaged her private parts through her panties. While in most places he would caress for a few seconds, and then rub hard, in this spot he caressed a long time and never did give a deep massage. The caresses felt good, in the same way the kissing felt good. Even better. Did it also feel yucky and wrong? Or was that again a projection back onto her past self in light of what she knew later?

She learned that that was the end of the massage. Sometimes she turned over and went to sleep quickly, but sometimes she just lay there on her back, legs apart, and fell asleep while her daddy was gently stroking, stroking, stroking her private parts through the fabric of her panties. She loved her daddy so much.

---

After her mother was gone, her father had gotten more casual about nudity. She had glimpsed his sex organs before, but now he made no attempt to hide them from her. He had his dangly tube and the little sac and the lush growth of hair above. It seemed very foreign to her; she had absolutely nothing like that at all on her own little body. She giggled the first time she saw him standing up and peeing into the toilet, that long thin stream coming out the tip of his penis and splashing down into the bowl.

When she started taking off her nightgown to allow a nicer backrub, he took his pajamas off too. She wore only her panties, and he wore only his underpants. She thought she noticed something different, though she couldn't tell. Was that penis bulge in his underpants bigger? Then one time while he lay next to her she felt something hard pressing against her back, and she knew it couldn't be anything else.

---

Although their bedtime routine became more elaborate and more intimate, nothing else changed in her life. He still cooked her meals, played with her, and read to her. They took fun expeditions on weekends sometimes. She snuggled in his lap whenever she wanted. He listened to whatever silly stories she wove. Perhaps he looked into her eyes with even more love than he had before, and he took his time when toweling her dry after her bath, spending more time than usual between her legs on her labia. He started opening them a little, saying he wanted to make sure the inside part was clean too.

He suggested she take her panties off before their backrubs, and there seemed no harm in that. He had seen her naked since she was a little girl, and still saw her that way during every bath.

After that, whenever he massaged her little girl private parts his fingers were gliding over her smooth flesh, with no cloth between them. He started opening her lips up a little, and poking inside. She didn't like that, so she wriggled to signal her displeasure. He didn't try again.

But he said naturally he would take his underpants off too. When he did, she was alarmed. The organs between his legs had always looked alien, but now they were transformed. His penis was huge, hard and long. It stuck way out from his body. Somehow it just commanded attention, and something about it looked dangerous. When she asked him timidly what it was, he told her not to worry. Penises got like that sometimes. For the first few nights the erect penis didn't enter into their activities. As he knelt over her to give her a back rub or front rub it just stuck out and down between his legs. If he lay next to her she felt it pressing into her leg. She began to get used to it.

---

Her father fidgeted and shifted on the bed. Instead of starting her backrub, he spoke.

"Jill, you know how you like these back rubs?"

"Sure," she said. She now had mixed feelings about them, and sometimes wished she could just go to sleep, but it seemed impolite to turn down her daddy's kind offers. Even if she was tired, they felt good. Besides, turning down an activity he suggested and saying she wanted to go to sleep would set a bad precedent.

"I'm different. I don't really like back rubs. But I want to tell you about my penis."

He only glanced up at her briefly as he spoke. "There is something special my penis does. If I rub it, it feels good, and if I do it enough, some stuff shoots out the end and I feel really, really good. I'd like to show you how it works."

He didn't wait for an answer from Jill. He lay down beside her, took his penis in his hand, and rubbed it up and down. She noticed he was staring at her -- not her eyes, but her chest and between her legs. "Here goes!" he panted, and just then globs of stuff came flying out the end, landing on his chest.

She giggled, and felt fascinated but also uncomfortable. It shouldn't bother her to watch him do something that felt good for him. He wasn't touching her, but somehow it didn't feel right.

---

"Oh, sweetie, this time I'm going to spurt it on you, OK? It cleans up easily, right?"

"No, daddy!"

"It's nothing, don't worry."

He knelt above her as she lay on her back. His huge penis pointed right at her. Back and forth he stroked, moaning and mumbling. Before long, the stuff came flying out the tip. The first glob landed on her chin, then her chest, and the rest dribbled onto her stomach. He moaned and his face got that dreamy, slack look that he got whenever he spurted the stuff.

"Daddy, that's gross!" she said.

"I'll clean it up right away, OK?" he said, reaching for the tissues which were right at hand. As promised, within seconds it was all cleaned up.

"I don't like this part, daddy!" she said. "Can't we just do back rubs?"

"Well," he seemed uncertain. "I do a lot for you, right? Stories? Make believe? Meals?"

Jill nodded. He did everything for her.

"Could you do this for me? I don't ask much."

Jill grumbled. "OK, but could you just spurt on you and not on me?"

"That's part of what makes it so nice for me. And it cleans up easily. Also, I've thought of another nice thing I can do for you. You can have a little brownie with ice cream for dessert every night if you let me!"

That was very tempting. "OK," she muttered.

---

Jill woke with a start. Something had just splatted onto her chest. Looking up, there was her daddy kneeling above her, stroking his penis and moaning, and as she watched a bit more of the stuff oozed out the end.

"Daddy!" she said.

"Oh, sorry, hon," he said. "I try to do this while you're sleeping now, so you don't even notice."

His logic made sense, but she didn't like the idea of him doing things to her while she was asleep. She woke to his spurting on her chest twice more over the next several days. Then she woke to find him spurting right down between her legs, spurting onto her private parts.

He wasn't hurting her, and it did clean up easily. The brownies with ice cream were delicious. But there was something about it she just didn't like.

---

One night after her bath he opened her labia gently, as had become his habit. Then he looked again, and then again, and frowned.

"What is it?" she asked.

"There's something that doesn't look right," he said.

"What?"

"I'm not sure, but I need to check something. Come with me to the bedroom."

He produced a Q-tip and swabbed it with some jelly from a tube. With the bright light on, he held her private lips apart again and poked it against her. She grimaced when felt a little sting as it poked into her.

"It's OK, just a bit more," he said.

She felt the Q-tip wiggling around inside her, then felt it withdraw. He studied the end of the Q-tip closely.

The next night he again peeked between her labia after bath time.

"I looked it up on the web. I've got to find out more," he said. When she was laid out on his bed, he slipped his lubricated little finger up inside her. It hurt a little, but if it was needed to keep her healthy, that was OK. It didn't hurt more than having her hair brushed. He studied his finger carefully after he pulled it out.

The next day he had a whitish ointment which he said they needed to use to treat her. He coated his little finger with it and shoved it up inside her. The little finger hurt less. As the days wore on he poked his bigger fingers inside, then began poking two at a time, then three. Each new and bigger intrusion hurt at first, then didn't hurt. Each time he had the new ointment on his fingers and explained that she needed more of it.

He treated her vaginal problem just before their regular back rub.

---

"We're done with the fingers," he said one night.

"Am I better?" she asked as they began their back rub.

"Tell you later," he said. It was a long back-rub session. He sucked on her nipples extra long, and kissed her a lot. He spread her legs wide and massaged gently and carefully there for a long time.

"Sweetie," he said. "Here's the thing. The next thing we need to do to make you better is for me to stick my penis into you."

Jill jumped up.

"What?"

"I know, it seems strange, but that's what you need. The goop that comes out the end will help you heal."

"I don't believe you!" she shouted. And from the look on his face she suddenly knew that the whole thing with her vagina needing treatment was a lie. "If there's a problem, I want to go see Dr. Greenleaf!" she said.

"No, no! That's not needed," he said, looking a bit uncomfortable.

She marched out and back to her own room. She hadn't slept there in a long time, so she had to clear it of stuffed animals and toys before she could get into the bed.

"But Jill!" he said, having followed her.

"No, daddy!"

"Jill..." Reluctantly he left.

The next morning the routine was the same. Maybe he was a little less careful when he brushed her hair. Maybe he didn't smile quite so much, but she had her breakfast as always. He had packed a good lunch for school. Dinner was as usual. There was no brownie and ice cream for dessert, but that was OK.

"Do you want just a back rub?" he asked that night.

"OK," she said, wary but anxious to make up with her daddy.

This back rub was more like the early ones, where he really did rub her back mostly. When he tentatively started massaging his way slowly up her thighs, she said quietly, "That's OK, daddy, that's enough," then turned over to sleep. She could tell her daddy was disappointed. It took her a little longer to fall asleep than usual.

Later that night she woke with a start. Something was poking her between the legs. Looking down, she saw her daddy, stroking away frantically on his cock, but pointing it right against her vagina opening. He was moving his hips urgently, and the tip was pressing right up against her vagina lips.

She leapt up. "Daddy! No, that's not OK any more," and stormed off to her room.

Her daddy groaned.

They followed their routine the next day, except that she slept in her own bed.

---

When she got home from school the next day, she knew something was up. After supper, he sat her down in the living room.

His tone was a stern one he rarely used with her. "As you know, we have different chores around here. Yours are to set the dinner table, clear your dishes, put your clothes in the hamper, and pick up your toys from the living room."

Jill nodded.

"My chores are to work at the computer to make us money, shop for groceries, cook meals, make your lunch, do the dishes, do the laundry, buy you clothes, brush your hair, vacuum, clean the toilet, and a lot more. You understand?"

Jill nodded.

"From now on you don't have to set the table or clear your dishes or put your clothes in the hamper. You have only one chore. And that chore is to let me touch you any way I want!"

"But daddy!" Jill wailed.

"It's not up for discussion!"

Jill went straight to her room that night.

"Are you going to do your chores?"

"No!"

The next afternoon when she came home from school, her daddy was waiting for her.

"You didn't do your chores last night. Are you going to do them tonight?"

"No!" she said.

"Then straight to your room!" he said.

"Huh?"

"Time out".

"But daddy!"

"Into your room -- now."

"Daddy, where is all my stuff?" Her father had removed all of her favorite things.

"I've hidden it away until you decide to be good."

Jill sat in her room, slumped and miserable. She had her homework to do, but not much else.

After supper, she tentatively tried to sit on his lap so he would comfort her, but she could tell by his body language that she wasn't welcome.

"Are you going to do your chores this evening?"

"No," she said sadly.

"Then back to your room."

Bath time proceeded as usual. When it was time for drying off, he gave her labia a cursory pat as he had before all this started. She slept in her own bed again.

The next day was Saturday, and after breakfast and hair-brushing, she was sent to her room.

She thought it over. He did do a lot of things for her, and he was loving to her and she was always welcome to tell him how she felt. What did he want to do in bed, exactly? He didn't want to hurt her, she could tell that. Nothing he had done hurt more than having her hair brushed. All he was suggesting was putting body parts together in a certain way. He said it would make him happy and was very important to him. She did want him to be happy.

After lunch, she spoke.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I've ... I've decided I'll do my chores this evening."

"Oh, good girl!" he said, giving her a little hug.

She could tell he was still not quite his old self, but he let her sit in his lap and cry. He brought all of her toys back down from the attic. They took a longer trip to her favorite park across town. He cooked her her very favorite meal, and he gave her a larger-than-normal serving of brownie and ice cream.

He also mentioned that she must be especially sure never to tell anyone about her chore. He would certainly have to go to prison for a long time if she did.

He gave her a certain smile when he said that, and she didn't like it. Much later she would realize that his smile came from knowing she was terrified of losing him, and so she was trapped and in his power.

---

As an adult, she wondered what had happened to her dad. He evidently had some pedophilic tendencies; that much was clear. The incest taboo stopped many men and restricted their attractions to other men's daughters, but it didn't stop him. He had been an ideal, compassionate and loving father. But something had gone wrong. He was so fixed on possessing her sexually that he somehow dismissed her distress as unimportant --something he never did with any of her other bad feelings.

When she looked at a photograph of herself at that age, she had a hunch what it was. Her mane of curly blonde hair was a start. Her wide set, large, and perfectly colored blue eyes helped. Her clear skin and symmetrical features helped more. But there was something more, and the end result was that she had been, in the eyes of men and women alike, a stunningly beautiful girl. She was an equally stunning woman.

---

It felt different from the very start. This time she had to do everything, and even things she had liked before didn't feel good.

The backrub part was cursory. He kissed her for a good long while, and she felt funny inside. He sucked on her little nipples, and the feeling fluttered again. Then his hand moved between her legs and he gently massaged. He opened her labia and gently used his finger to explore. He wasn't doing it clinically, like he had been doing when he was "treating" her. This was what he had tried before that hadn't felt right to her. Now it was part of her chore. He found a little spot and then as he rubbed it gently, that funny feeling became pleasure, and the pleasure went right down between her legs. She didn't want to feel pleasure -- it felt yuckier that way.

Then she felt dread as her daddy climbed on top of her and spread her legs wide apart. He touched his huge, long, fat organ against her vaginal opening. He paused to stroke the back of a hand down her cheek, but she brushed him off. He sighed, then returned his attention to his penis and her vagina. He had greased his penis with something. As he pressed, she felt something stretch. It was a surprise, but it didn't hurt. Slowly he wriggled back and forth, going in a little more each time. She could see his eyes wide with excitement, but he wasn't looking back at her face, he was looking at her private parts, the opening to her vagina. Slowly she felt her vagina stretch and her innards fill, a little more with each stroke. The last set of fingers he had used during her "treatment" must have been pretty big, because his penis didn't really hurt her vagina physically. It felt to her like she was filled up all the way to her stomach, though in fact her daddy had only gotten in about three inches.

What had happened so far was gross. It didn't hurt physically but it hurt her some other way that was very important. Yet she had known what to expect. Then he surprised her by sliding his penis in and out a lot. He wasn't going deeper, he was just going back and forth. Was it a little victory dance -- he had gotten into her and now he was going to celebrate getting what he wanted? Was he going to rub it in? That thought made her mad and a wave of revulsion swept over her. She could see pure pleasure written all over his face as he held himself above her, eyes closed, sliding his penis in and out. It was probably only three minutes, but it seemed like an eternity.

As she saw him pressing a little more urgently and faster, she knew what was going to happen. He pressed in the farther yet with a huge "Oh, Jill!"

Jill knew that meant the stuff was spurting out the end of his penis up into her! She quelled another bit of revulsion. Soon he slowed and then pulled out, flopping down beside her. After a minute he emerged from his reverie and looked over at her. She started crying, looking for his reaction. He held out his arms to her, and she snuggled against him, sobbing.

"I know you don't really want to do this -- I'm sorry. But you know part of growing up is paying attention to what other people want too and compromising."

Jill cried harder for a few seconds, then her sobs died down and she just rested against her daddy. He was right; part of growing up was paying attention to what other people needed too. Painful as it was, he had taught her another lesson about growing up. She snuggled against her wonderful, loving daddy before falling asleep.

Recalling that feeling in the present, the grown Jill could barely control the surge of hatred she felt for her father.

---

Within a few days he had worked his huge organ all the way into her, up to the hilt.

She got used to it. First her vagina got used to it so it didn't hurt in the least.. She got used to the sensations of the big thing sliding in and out, and her daddy's body pressed against her, and the urgency behind his thrusting. That huge pleasure he felt when he spurted gave her a little thrill.

She began to give in to her own pleasure instead of fighting it. She didn't have orgasms or anything like that, but it did feel warm and pleasant.

---

One morning he didn't just tell her it was time to get up.

"Jill, honey?" he asked. "Time to do your chore again, OK?"

She groaned inwardly. So far chores had only needed to be done at bedtime. But she lay back and spread her legs. He grinned at that and mounted her eagerly. "Oh, sweetie," he whispered. "I want you so much!"

His rod slid into her smoothly. He humped away, and within a couple minutes she felt his penis bulge and then twitch.

"OK," he said after a minute. "Time to get up!"

---

"If you want, sweetie, you can rub by penis instead of having me put it in you this morning."

She was content to try, and with some feedback she was soon doing a decent job, and he spurted. Her arm got tired though. It was a lot more relaxing when he just stuck it in her and did all the work himself.

---

One afternoon she plopped into his lap, ready for him to read her a story. He hesitated.

"Why don't you take your panties off, and then you can sit right on my cock?"

"Daddy!"

"It will work, sweetie."

And it worked. She sat on his lap with his penis stuck up inside her. It wasn't too bad. Every now and then he bounced her up, and she felt his penis slide out a little, then back in. She was even able to concentrate on the story. After the chapter was over, she looked at him questioningly.

"It's OK," he said. "I'm not going to try to spurt."

So she just got up.

---

She recognized the look in his eye as they sat down to dinner. She was in a pink jumper.

"Come here, stand beside me, OK?" he asked.

When she did, he reached up under the dress to pull her panties down. He offered her his middle finger to suck once, which she did. She then saw the finger drop until it was below the hem of her dress. It went out of her sight up under her dress, as the rest of his hand pressed upward. She then felt the finger slide up inside her vagina.

He gave her a big smile. As he removed his finger and pulled her panties back, up, he patted her butt. He licked the finger himself.

---

Jill took on her new chore 8 months after her mother was arrested. Seven months later, when Jill was 7, her life changed again.

She had noticed her father was distracted and preoccupied. He had only made her perform her chore at bedtime, and even his orgasm was more subdued than usual.

One Saturday morning he said they needed to chat.

"You know how I earn my living by typing away on the computer --of course you know that. I've probably mentioned before that I write software on contract." He paused. "I'm not getting much work any more these past few months. Our money is running short, so I think we're going to have to move soon."

"Where?" she asked. "Can I still go to school?"

"Ummm, no, probably not. At least not the one you go to now."

Jill's heart sank. She was used to her school. She tended to stick to herself, but she had a few friends at school and she would miss them.

---

They got up very early to say goodbye to their house for the last time. They drove all day and spent the night in a motel, where she performed her chore at night and again in the morning.

"We're almost there," her daddy said.

The car turned down a dirt road. They were in an area that was mostly flat and a mix of field and forest -- much like where they had lived before, but the houses were much farther apart here.

They drove down the road for a long time, or at least it was a long time for a dirt road.

"There it is!" he said. Laid out before them was a rambling farmhouse. There was a separate barn, just like she saw in pictures of farms in books and online. There was a fenced pasture with horses! There were vegetable gardens all around, flowers here and there.

Jill was both nervous and excited. It would certainly be an interesting place to live!

As they drove up they were greeted warmly by a man who introduced himself as Zach. He was a little younger than her dad, she guessed. He had thick black hair, brown eyes, and a ready smile. He was solidly built, muscular but also with a bit more that was not muscle. He greeted his father briefly but soon focused on Jill, asking her about her trip. She enjoyed his friendly attention.

Emerging from the door as they chatted was an older man, tall with thinning gray hair and grayish-blue eyes. He was fairly thin. She heard him speaking with her father while Zach asked her questions. Then the older man bent down to shake her hand, introducing himself as John Murphy. She noticed especially his arms, browned by long exposure to the sun. She also noticed his very friendly smile.

Oscar was a younger man, with a body that she remembered as average in every respect. He had sandy hair and blue eyes, and said little more than "Oscar" as he bent down to shake her hand. He seemed embarrassed.

Then Jill thrilled to see a face peeking around the corner. It was another girl! She looked to be a little younger than Jill.

"Come on out, Cathy," said Zach.

The girl trudged out, smiling but looking at her feet. Cathy had dark brown hair cut short, fair skin, and an athletic little body. Her infectious smile accentuated her dimples.

"Jill, this is Cathy MacLean," said Zach.

"Hi, Cathy!" said Jill, barely containing her excitement.

"Wanna see the lamb?" Cathy asked, hands clasped behind her back, shaking back and forth a bit like the center post in a washing machine, giving shy glances upward.

"Sure!" Jill said.

Cathy started to run off, and Jill start to follow.

"Wait, wait!" her daddy cried. "Let's at least see your room."

Jill turned back and they went on in. Zach led the way, while John and Oscar peeled off to go their separate ways.

They went up the stairs and down one corridor, which abruptly jogged to the right and went down a step. To the right was a room they said was her daddy's, and to the left was hers. Both were clean, with freshly made beds. Her daddy's window looked out over the woods, while hers looked out on the barn and pasture.

Dancing around behind them was Cathy.

"Cathy put some of her toys in here for you," Zach said. There were a few dolls, a dollhouse, some books and a few other toys in a bookshelf area.

"Can I go see the lamb yet?" asked Jill.

"OK," said her daddy with a sigh. "Have a good time!"

Off raced Cathy with Jill hot on her heels. They went to the barn and saw the little lamb, who eagerly licked Jill's fingers, surprising her. She saw a horse and a pony. Chickens clucked and pecked underfoot.

Cathy showed her the pond, the spring, and the big rock. She showed her the arbor with the benches and the fountain at the center of some concentric flower beds. Then she invited Jill up to the tree house.

"I'm six," Cathy said. "How old are you?"

"I'm seven," Jill said, and they both knew that was important. Jill was the big girl.

Jill was in heaven exploring and getting to know her new friend for the rest of the afternoon. Zach's booming voice told them supper was ready. Seated around a big table, the four men and two girls sat before steaming plates with a roast, vegetables, and condiments.

Her daddy started to reach for the potatoes before realizing no one else was reaching for food. John said a brief grace, then the serving and eating began.

As they got ready for bed that night, Jill whispered to her dad, "Do they know about things we do, like my chores? Or do we sleep apart?"

Her father got an odd expression, Jill reflected later. "No, they know that we usually share a bed at night. We don't need to keep that secret here."

"They won't send you away to jail?" Jill asked anxiously.

"No, sweetie, no."

So Jill joined her father in bed, and he had her do her chores at greater length than usual and seemed to enjoy them more than usual. Jill was used to it, of course, but she felt better than usual. She had been anxious for weeks about their move and wondering what it was going to be like, and with Cathy it was going to be wonderful.

The next morning a hot breakfast appeared, and at noon a variety of sandwich makings were served on platters. The six of them showed up at every meal, and John said a grace each time.

That evening, Jill and her daddy joined the other four in watching a TV show that was a regular favorite. John took the large arm chair and said, "Jill, why don't you come sit here with me."

Jill felt a little hesitant, and looked up at her daddy, who smiled and nodded.

Jill wedged herself in beside John, who shifted to the left to make room for her, and his arm then went around her shoulders. This seemed a little strange for a man she had just met the day before, but her daddy smiled and nodded at her whenever she looked over at him questioningly.

John watched the show, but it seemed he spent half the time sneaking glances at Jill and stroking her hair.

Cathy was actually sitting in Zach's lap, leaned back against him. His arms wrapped around her and rested on her lap. Jill noticed Cathy squirming around a bit and smiling, and Zach's hands idly stroking her stomach and chest.

When the show was over, Jill was eager to pop up and go to her daddy and give him a hug. But before the hug was over, Cathy invited her up to her room to play cards.

Her dad interrupted to tell her it was time for bed. She was about to climb into bed when her daddy stopped her. He looked a little uncomfortable.

"Sweetie, you know how you do your chores for me." He looked away.

"You have some additional chores here. You do your chores tonight with John."

Jill looked at him with a blank expression, not comprehending. She did her chores with her daddy. She was used to them.

"What chores?"

"The same chores you do with me."

He was serious, and she realized that her time with John in the armchair had been leading up to this. She was used to her chores with her daddy, and it was not so bad because she loved him.

"No, daddy, no!" she said with rising panic.

He wouldn't meet her gaze. "Yes, I'm afraid so. It doesn't bother you to do your chores with me, and he'll be no different."

"Daddy! No, no, no!" she said, emphasizing the last with a stamp on the floor.

"It's not up for discussion."

"Then I'll go in for a timeout and won't come out ever!"

"Very well," said her daddy, though she thought he looked more uncomfortable than usual.

Jill stomped around the corner to her room and settled into her bed. She was very angry at her daddy. A strange man? It was gross. Most of all it was scary.

---

Half an hour later her exhaustion was just starting to win over her fear and anger when she heard footsteps in the hall. John was speaking to her daddy. After a bit John laughed a little, then she could hear him say, "Time outs? That's not the way we do things around here."

John walked into the darkened room, shutting the door behind. He turned on the light, and she saw he was wearing a robe.

"Bruce says you're reluctant," he said.

Jill cowered in bed, holding the covers up around her neck.

"It's your job," he said simply. "Come on out," he said, gently tugging at the covers.

Jill shook her head, eyes wide with terror, clutching the covers tightly.

"If you don't come, I'll make you."

Jill didn't move.

"OK," John sighed. He threw off his robe, revealing himself to be naked. His cock wasn't fully hard. It looked different in a way she didn't catch in the chaos of what happened next.

He ripped the covers out of her hands and off the bed. She started to cower up against the headboard, but in a single deft motion he grabbed both her feet, pulled her down flat onto the bed, and crushed his weight on top of her. She squirmed beneath him and beat at his chest with her hands. He grunted and lifted himself up enough to grab both her hands and held them up high above her head on the mattress. His one hand controlled both of her arms easily as she tried to pull her hands free.

"Listen!" he hissed. "You can't get out of it. Hold still!"

She kept struggling. John had her legs pinned down with his own and his one hand had captured her two hands, leaving him one hand free. He suddenly pushed himself up on that one hand and with his palm spread he pressed it against her ribcage, bearing down with his full weight. She felt the wind knocked out of her and tried to take tiny breaths.

"Are you going to be still?" he asked.

Her daddy had never done anything like this to her. Why was he letting John be this way?

She couldn't speak, so she nodded.

He gave a wan smile and sat back on his haunches.

"Clothes off," he commanded simply.

She felt numb, though she knew strong feelings were churning inside, and she slowly took off her nightgown and panties.

As he relaxed, a little smile came over his face. "You really are beautiful," he rasped.

She stayed still as he brushed his hand over her hair and down her cheek. He massaged her chest where her little nipples rested.

He gave a little nudge to tell her to spread her legs wide, and he slid his hands up and down her inner thighs slowly.

Then she saw it. His cock didn't have that little cap that her daddy did, but as she watched, she could see the cock slowly growing. And the skin at the tip slowly pulled back, millimeter by millimeter, revealing more skin. He moved his hands up and massaged between her legs a little, then held her inner lips open. His cock glistened; maybe he had put that lube stuff on it before. Then as the skin slowly peeled back, she saw peeking out at the tip of his penis a little bare spot, which soon resolved itself as his cap. His cock was fully long and hard now, though the cap wasn't out all the way. A little ring of wrinkly skin surrounded it. He brought their bodies closer, then he held her flaps open with one hand and stroked his dick a little. Each time he stroked back, the little cap came fully into view. Then he moved his tip into position.

As she felt the strange tip of this strange man touch her pussy opening, she panicked and suddenly squirmed up, shrinking away towards the head of the bed.

She heard the loud slap first, then saw a blur moving towards her face, and then she felt the pain.

"Damn you!" he growled.

Getting the message, she tried to slide her body back down to where it had been, but he didn't wait. He grabbed her one thigh in each hand and roughly pulled her down, then spread her legs so wide it really hurt. Then he once again moved his strange cock into position. This time he didn't wait. Her pussy was filled suddenly as he shoved his cock all the way in. He held himself up on his hands, thrusting into her fast and deep, growling and focusing his eyes on where his cock was disappearing inside of her. Dimly she was aware that his cock wasn't quite as thick as her daddy's, but it gave her no comfort at the time. He slowed his strokes down and pressed very deep with each one. Suddenly he clenched his jaws and held his breath, and she knew he was pumping her full of his sperm. Then he sighed, relaxed, and pulled out.

He sat heavily on the bed beside her. "I hope you've learned your lesson," he said, patting her gently on the stomach. He picked up his robe and trudged out and down the corridor.

As soon as his steps had faded, she heard her father stride out from his room and hurry in to hers.

"Jill, Jill, are you OK?" he asked, sitting on the bed beside her.

Jill sat up, feeling a surge of rage at her father she had never felt before.

"Go away!" she cried. "I hate you!"

"Jill, Jill... There's blood on your cheek!" he said, reaching for it.

She batted his hand away. Was there anyone she could count on? Cathy! Jill marched to Cathy's room. Cathy was her one friend in the world. But she could see by the dim light that Cathy wasn't in her room. It was way past a little girl's bed time, and in any event the rest of the house was all dark. She had a horrible thought. Was Cathy sleeping with one of the other men?

Numb, frightened, and lost, Jill stopped by the bathroom and saw the blood on her face. It was just a little, and she wiped it away with a tissue. Red streaks crossed her cheek from the spot that had been bleeding. She looked between her legs, and John's sperm was oozing out of her. With disgust, she wiped it off the outside of her, then stuck her finger up inside to try to pull the horrid stuff out of her, but she couldn't really get much.

She returned to her room, pushing past her anxious father. Then she saw -- the covers were all strewn on the floor, of course. She slumped against the wall. Her father quickly moved in and made her bed and pulled back the covers for her. Numbly she collapsed on her bed, then lay down and pulled the covers up herself. She turned away from her father and he left hesitantly, turning out the light.

She woke at the first hint of gray dawn and felt a wave of nausea as the evening's events came flooding back to her. She tiptoed to Cathy's room. Once again, the room was empty.

She tiptoed back and started into her room and hesitated. She was so alone! She went into her father's room. When he sensed her approach, he instantly raised the covers, and she spooned back against him. He slowly draped his arm over her, waiting to see if she would bat him away again. She let him envelop her. His actions betrayed nothing but pure parental love. She started crying, then sobbed. It seemed to her like she cried for hours. She and her daddy missed breakfast, her daddy figuring she needed the extra sleep and he didn't want to desert her. She knew her daddy would make no move to make her do any chores in the morning, and he didn't.

---

"Sure," said Cathy brightly. "All three of them poke it into me. I sleep with one or the other just about every night."

"And it's just OK? No problem?"

"Yeah, why not? It hurt when my daddy stretched me apart," the littler one said, shuddering, "but not since then."

"Where's your daddy?"

"In jail, I think," she said matter-of-factly. "My mommy's dead." Cathy hurried on, apparently not wanting to get into her feelings about that. "It was after she died that my daddy started doing me between the legs."

"And how did you get here?"

"When my daddy went to jail, they sent me to one family for a couple days, then another weird family. One day Uncle Zach just picked me up and said I was going with him. I was happy to be away from the weird family, and I like Uncle Zach. He drove us here."

"So Zach stuck it in you, then the others."

"First it was just Zach, then after a few weeks John. Oscar didn't arrive until a month or so ago, and then he did it to me too."

"And you don't mind?"

"No," said little Cathy nonchalantly. "They get on top of you, they stick their dick in, and it slides in fine. Then it's 'unnh, unnh, unnh, aaahhhh! and they're all done. The goop drips out, and there's no more to it. Actually, they look kind of dumb up there, huffing and puffing and moaning."

Jill gave a wan smile. She could see that. Even through the haze of the violent rape she could remember John's huffing and puffing and single-minded thrusting. She had never thought of her dad that way, but then he was her dad and she loved him -- or at least she used to, she thought with a surge of anger. But yeah, he looked like that too: kind of ridiculous.

Jill's anger at her daddy overcame the desperate loneliness she had felt that first night, and she never slept with him again. She did sleep with Cathy now and then, which they both liked. Otherwise she slept in her own bed, all by herself, whenever she could.

Jill got used to doing her chore with John. He was perfectly gentle if she just did as he said, and he told her she was pretty. He pawed her over with his hands and rubbed between her legs, but he always ended up on top of her, thrusting away and pumping his goop up inside her. Sometimes he made her stay all night. Mostly she resented it, but she realized that just having his warm presence there was comforting sometimes. Sometimes he sent her back to the peace of her own bed.

---

"Hi, sweetheart," Zach said as Jill let herself into his room. It was 10pm.

"Hi, Zach," she mumbled.

"You don't look so happy. Well, Cathy didn't at first either. I bet you'll come to love it, eh?"

Jill had steeled herself for this encounter, determined to keep her feelings bottled up, and she wasn't going to think about any of that. She wanted to get this over as fast as she could. She stripped matter-of-factly, and sat on the bed next to him.

"Hold it!" Zach said. "Do a dance for me!"

Jill didn't really know any dances, and she certainly didn't feel like dancing. But she did her best to move her feet and twist her arms and hips.

Zach laughed. "OK, OK," he said. "You are really beautiful, you know?"

Jill was getting tired of hearing it all the time.

As he stripped, he looked her up and down, lust filling his eyes. "Oh, I've got to have you right now!" he said urgently, as his hard cock popped into view.

Dutifully, Jill lay back on the bed and spread her legs. The guys didn't lube themselves any more. John simply stated after grace at dinner one night that she and Cathy were expected to lube themselves before a scheduled time with one of the men.

Zach tried to get at her so fast that he bumped her shin. Then he had to readjust his legs a couple times, but his twitching cock was not to be deterred and she soon felt it ram up inside her. She yelped. He was bigger than John or her daddy. But Zach didn't pause for a moment. He thrust wildly, and in about ten seconds he bellowed as his climax came and he pumped her young pussy full of his sperm.

When he pulled out, Jill was relieved that her duties were over so soon.

"Do I have to stay the night?" she asked, when he seemed mostly recovered from his orgasm.

"Oh! We're not done yet!" he said. "Now I've shot it once I can control myself and we can really make love properly. Here, lie back."

Jill lay back, and he proceeded to fondle her all over. It wasn't as careful or loving as her daddy had been in the backrub days. He sucked her nipples for a long time, and his hand spent a while between her legs, massaging. He stuck different fingers up inside her over and over. After a few minutes of that, she could feel his hard cock between them.

He stood and motioned her to get up and face him. "Jump up!" he said. When she hesitated he continued, "Jump up like you're going to hug me from the front." When she still hesitated, he said, "Trust me, it will work."

Apprehensive, she jumped. He caught her.

"Wrap your legs around behind my back," he said. His hands held her body and moved it different ways. As he fumbled about, she felt his cock poking against her from below, and after several tries, she felt it find her opening and start in a little. The angle was wrong, but by shifting her pelvis she cleared the way, and as he lowered her he impaled her on his cock.

With her legs behind his back, his one hand on her butt, the other behind her back, and anchored by his hard pole inside her pussy, they were in a stable position.

"OK, now let's dance!" he said, and waltzed her around his room. The slightly chubby man danced with the beautiful little girl. Jill felt angry and resentful about the entire situation, but just a bit below the surface, she was amused by this dance.

Zach soon tired, though.

"Now let's do it from the rear!" he said lustily.

Jill looked confused.

"Go on, get up!"

Jill got up on the bed, but didn't know what to do next.

"Haven't your daddy or John done you from the rear?"

Jill shook her head.

"It's like doggies do it." This was no help, as Jill had never seen any doggies doing it.

So Zach demonstrated the position he wanted her to assume. After she followed his example, he stood on the floor beside the bed and worked his way into her.

"Oh, baby! Wooo! A doggy-style virgin!"

Jill felt one more sting of degradation. His cock surged inside her, and while he grabbed her hips, his organ banged back and forth, surging in and out of her little-girl pussy.

As his rhythm quickened, he muttered under his breath, "Bitch! Cunt! Whore! Bitch! Whore!" More degradation.

He panted the words as his thrusts slowed and his organ swelled within her. He then let out a simple "Oooooooo" as he emptied his balls up inside her, then quickly withdrew. He sat down on the bed, chest heaving and head down.

"OK, go, go!" he said, panting. "Get out!"

Jill retrieved her dress and slid it on. She was out the door before she realized she had forgotten her panties, but she wasn't going back for them. Zach's seed was leaking down her leg.

Although Zach liked to try various different things, most of the time he ended up doing her the old-fashioned way, on top. He pressed in so urgently and hard he moved her up the bed. She learned to brace her hands above her head against the wall to keep him from crushing her head against it.

---

Jill sighed as she finished pushing the lube up inside herself and rubbing it around her pussy lips. It had been one new man a week. Two down, one to go.

It was time for Oscar.

Oscar was the quietest of the four men. But she had learned that a man could be quite different in the bedroom from a man in the rest of life. John was gruff in the world, brutal the one time she had disobeyed him, but otherwise kind and sweet in bed. Zach was jovial and friendly around the house, but in the bedroom he seemed to relish degrading her. Her daddy -- well, her daddy was a totally different case.

"Hi, Jill," Oscar said softly. He sat on his bed, fully dressed in jeans and flannel shirt.

"Hi, Oscar," she said wearily and began stripping.

"No, wait!" Oscar said. Once she had rearranged herself, he took her gently by the shoulders, then let her go. "Let me just look at you." After several seconds he said, "OK, turn around slowly... Oh, Jill, you are just so beautiful." He moaned hungrily.

"Could you sit in my lap," he said. Once she was settled there, he just stroked her hair, over and over, then kissed her cheek once.

Jill thought that at this speed of foreplay she might be there forever, but Oscar said, "OK, thank you so much. You can go now."

When Jill looked confused, he said, "You are just so beautiful... I can't imagine actually ..."

He hesitated and looked embarrassed. "Would you mind just pulling down your panties so I can look -- just for a moment?"

A little touched by his kindness, she reached under her dress to pull her panties down but kept her privates covered by the dress. She then slowly pulled her dress up, smiling at him as she revealed more and more of her thighs.

As he caught a glimpse of her smooth little labia, he said, "OK, OK, that's enough!" motioning her to let the dress drop. His face looked like the other guys did when they were humping away. "You can go now..."

She had pulled her panties up and grabbed the door handle before he spoke again.

"Jill? Would you mind... if you're willing... not to tell the other guys I didn't do more with you?"

Jill smiled. To keep one more set of grubby male paws off her body, to keep one more nasty huge prick out of her young cunt, and to keep more sperm from being shot into her ... why, to accomplish that she would do a great deal! And keeping quiet would be no trouble at all.

On impulse, she walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek.

"Sure!" she said.

The expression on his face and the moan that escaped his lips looked just like she would have thought if he had been spurting, but that wasn't possible, was it?

She left without further delay.

---

Jill woke with a start in the middle of night to a figure looming at her bedside, whispering her name urgently. At first she was filled with dread at the thought of one of the men deciding he just had to unload his balls up inside her at that particular moment. Then she relaxed when she realized it was Cathy.

"Can I get in bed with you, Jill? Please?"

"Of course, of course," Jill replied groggily.

No sooner was the littler girl under the covers than she dissolved in tears. "I hate it! I hate having them poke it up my private weewee all the time! I had a dream! They all had snakes instead of penises, and the snakes were all writhing up my legs, all trying to slither inside me." She shuddered.

Jill hugged and comforted her friend Cathy. Her feelings were a little bit mixed. She didn't want Cathy to be miserable, of course. But she also felt more of a bond if Cathy hated it too.

When Cathy seemed calm again, Jill spoke. "Cathy, does my dad do it to you too?"

"Of course, silly! He's nice."

"Oh." Jill felt a surge of jealousy. She didn't want her daddy fucking her any more, but she didn't like the idea of him fucking anyone else, either.

Cathy must have felt her reaction, because she said, "You don't mind do you?"

"No, no..."

Cathy hesitated before speaking. "He told me not to tell, but if you won't tell I think you'd like to know. Before he touched me, he told me how much he loved you, and how it broke his heart to hear John raping you. He cried."

Tears came to Jill's eyes. He did care!

"But after ten minutes he smiled and groped me all over and then fucked me just like the others."

Jill felt angry again, but it eventually settled down.

"Cathy?"

"Mmmmm?"

"What about your mother?"

"Oh," said the younger one, shifting a bit in the bed. "I can barely remember back to when she was normal, but I think she loved me. I have warm feelings from back then. But then she got sick, and it was all about her. For months at the end, she was just there, lying in bed like a lump. No one paid any attention to me."

"I'm sorry, Cathy," Jill said softly.

The little girl cried a little.

From then on the girls slept together whenever one of the men wasn't insisting on their night-time company.

---

Ever since the night when John had raped her, Jill had been very cold to her father, and her daddy hadn't made any moves to approach her. Cathy's words reinforced what she knew -- he loved her, deeply. Just not enough to keep himself from fucking her day in and day out for months, and not enough to keep other people from raping her.

But she decided she wanted answers.

"Dad," she said.

"Come in, come in!" her dad said with a broad smile. She figured he had been respecting her desire for distance but was delighted to respond if she was at all friendly.

"Dad," she said, letting her anger die down. "Dad, what's really going on? Why did we move here? What's up?"

His face darkened. But he looked at her, and said, "You deserve the truth." He reached out slowly to stroke her cheek, but Jill shied away and he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Where do I start. Let's see. It's true, I lost my job. They were actually separate contracts, but I lost them all. I couldn't concentrate. I was so obsessed with sex with you I couldn't keep my thoughts on anything else. Nothing else seemed to matter." He paused to look at her.

She wasn't sure what he was expecting, but she just remained silent and waited.

"So I knew I was in trouble. A guy can't mention this to anybody in real life because they'll turn you in. But there are discussions online. I tried to join them so I could talk with other guys who had feelings for their daughters, and how to avoid acting on them. But I struck up some one-on-one correspondences too. Not everyone was succeeding in resisting the temptations of young girls, and some weren't even trying. One guy I met online was John. I told him about losing the jobs and being worried about the future. He mentioned how he owned this property and was lonely since his wife died. He had seen a way of trying to fulfill his lifelong dream, and Zach and Cathy were the beginning of that. He told me they were living here, and said how he was so happy having sex with Cathy sometimes. And how she didn't mind. He said you and I could come with a similar arrangement. He would provide everything, so we wouldn't need any money. And... and..." he looked down.

"And you'd get to fuck Cathy too!" Jill added with some heat.

"Yes," he said, slouching. "That was part of it." He paused. "A big part."

"And where does Oscar come in? He didn't come with any girl."

"Oscar," her dad said, "likes little girls too. He makes a lot of money, and he knows how to make sure we don't give ourselves away by a mistake on the internet."

"But of course you knew I'd have to let John and Zach and Oscar fuck me."

"I... I thought you'd get used to it and wouldn't mind. I never thought he'd rape you," he said lamely.

Jill thought about it.

"So," she said, simply, "now when I do my 'chores' I am actually providing for the whole family. Being the breadwinner!"

Her daddy managed one look at her before slumping, his head falling into his hands.

"I've been a terrible father, Jill, terrible. I'm sorry." He sniffled. "I'm so sorry."

Rage engulfed Jill and she kicked out hard, dealing a terrific blow to her daddy's shin.

"Ouch!"

She regretted what she had done at once.

"Oh, daddy, I'm sorry ... are you OK?"

Her daddy winced, then managed to look up at her then and smile. "I guess I should give you a time out for that."

Jill felt a flicker of warmth, remembering fondly the happy life they had lived before. She almost smiled.

"But I deserved it. You can kick me as many times as you want," he said, his head once again falling into his hands as he cried.

But she didn't, of course. On the surface it felt a little good to hear him say that, but underneath, it felt awful.

She went to find her friend Cathy.

---

"We've got a new one for you today," Zach said. "John's going to watch."

"What?"

"John's going to watch while we do our little thing."

"Why is he going to watch?"

"Because I like the idea, and he likes the idea."

"I don't like it! What about me?"

"You won't mind, you'll see."

"I don't want anyone watching!"

"Sorry, honey. He's going to watch. Period."

Shortly after John arrived, dressed only in his robe.

"No!" cried Jill, as Zach stood before her naked, cock bulging and eager for her pussy.

"Jump up!" he said.

Jill cried.

"Jump!" he said, with an edge to his voice.

Jill jumped, not quite as adroitly as usual, but Zach caught her and adjusted. His organ surged up inside her as always as he sat her down. John chuckled. She hated it as never before, seeing out of the corner of her eye John with an idiotic grin on his face. Zach waltzed her around for longer than usual. He slid her off and she dutifully got herself into the doggy position. As Zach shuffled into position behind her, Jill saw John let his robe drop and stroke his organ, which was already pretty long and straight. Jill could see Zach looking over at John, and inside her his cock felt even harder than usual. He pulled out after less than a minute, and she dutifully lay on her back, legs spread wide. Zach mounted her in what she now knew was called the missionary position. He had barely gotten into her before she felt him speeding up and knew he would come soon. A glance over at John seemed to fill him with greater urgency, and within a mere fifteen seconds of mounting her, he spurted up into her.

"Aaaaahhh!" he said with relish.

"Oh, shit!" said John excitedly. "Get off, man. I need her!"

So Zach rolled off the bed and sat on the area rug, his dripping cock slowly falling.

"Back up on your knees!" John commanded.

Numbly the girl did as she was told.

"She's so hot!" said John to Zach.

"Oh, yeah," agreed Zach, still panting a little.

John urgently thrust into his little doggy, actually an 8-year-old girl.

"She's still so tight, even with your goo up there already," said John, with an evil little laugh. Zach laughed too.

John stroked strongly, but he took a while.

"She's such a good fuck!" he panted.

"Not a better one to be had!" Zach replied.

She was stuck on her hands and knees with one man clutching her butt and stabbing her pussy over and over again, and another man looking on with a stupid expression of approval. She realized what she hated most was that they were talking to each other and not to her. Other times, even when they yelled at her or swore at her, at least it was her.

John's hard-on actually starting softening a little, but then he grabbed her butt with renewed vigor and thrust even harder. She felt his organ expand slowly but steadily until he pressed their two bodies together as tightly as he could and moaned. She knew his stuff was shooting out.

As he pulled out, he said, "I guess I fucked the bitch good, eh?"

"I guess you sure did," said Zach.

The two men reassembled themselves. They seemed to then remember that this thing they had been fucking was a person, actually.

"Thanks, Jill, you little slut," said John, "that was great."

"Yeah, thanks, you little whore!" said Zach.

Jill lay in a daze as the two men left. John never talked that mean to her ever. But Zach stirred up something worse in him. Without bothering to dress, she trudged to the bathroom. Her hair was all mussed up and tears streaked her face. Down between her legs the goo of two men was oozing out.

---

She hurt. She glanced down at her smooth labia, reddish from their workout. Her pussy didn't really physically hurt, but it was where the hurt all started, kind of. With little thought, she opened the medicine chest. What do they give for pain? There was a bottle of aspirin. She numbly shook one out and held it between thumb and forefinger just looking at the pretty white pill.

"Here you go, little pussy," she said softly with a wistful smile as she pushed it deftly up inside. "I hope that makes it feel better." She wiped up the nasty stuff from the two nasty men that had dripped out of her, then trudged back to her room.

She lay on her bed, hoping to sleep. But instead of sleep, a strange calm came over her. She felt at peace with her present circumstances in a way she never had before.

She was a small girl. At the moment she was being kept for the sexual pleasure of four different men, even if only two took advantage of the opportunity. She considered that fact from all angles, and considered it just as a fact, not a demoralizing shame. It certainly wasn't her fault; it didn't reflect badly on her. And she had a power, a power to transform her life if she wanted to. After half an hour the feeling subsided to simple calm, but she knew she had experienced something far beyond ordinary thought. She promptly fell asleep.

The next morning she remembered that feeling of calm, though she couldn't remember quite why she had felt it.

She tried sliding another aspirin up inside her pussy, but it had no effect.

That evening it was Zach's turn with her. For once she had at least one reason to look forward to it. Zach didn't disappoint her. He growled at her and called her nasty names right on schedule, grunted right on schedule, rolled off on schedule, and left on schedule. But most importantly to her, he had ejaculated right on schedule.

As soon as his steps had receded, she raced to the bathroom and slid another aspirin up her pussy. She returned to her room and waited expectantly. Nothing.

Half an hour after taking Zach's goo, she went to John's room, and while the man was quite surprised that Jill was suggesting he fuck her, he didn't ask too many questions. He fucked her. Jill ran back to her room after pushing another aspirin upside and waited. Nothing.

What had given her that wonderful calm feeling? She certainly hoped it didn't require getting fucked by two assholes who watched each other and egged the other on to enjoy sinking their dicks into a particular piece of warm girl meat who just happened to be there with them. What was the key? Two men giving it to her close together?

She was due to take it up the cunt from John the next evening. How could she get a second man? She didn't want to have sex with Zach one more time than she absolutely had to. Oscar never touched her. She was usually quite thankful for that, but for once it would be handy to have his sperm for her experiment. Maybe he'd let her borrow his underpants after he had come in them? She smiled at the thought, but it would never work.

That left her father. The thought of him sent a pang through her heart. What if she just told him what she wanted? "Sperm, quick!" He sure as hell owed it to her.

She checked with Cathy to make sure she wasn't going to be stealing any of her father's precious bodily fluids that evening.

---

"Daddy," she said.

"Yes," he said, turning abruptly.

"Are you going to be in your room this evening?"

"Well, I might go for a walk."

"Be here, OK?"

"OK, sweetie. Why?"

"Never mind, just be here."

"Of course, if you want."

---

She was excited to go to John's that evening. He seemed to pick up on her excitement, because he actually came earlier than usual, and with a louder grunt.

"That was nice, Jilly, very nice!"

"Good, good -- got to run."

"Aren't you going to stay? I'd like you to stay."

"Not tonight, honey," she said, and kissed him on the cheek.

He could have ordered her to do as she was told and stay, but something told her he wouldn't.

---

She raced down the hall naked to her father's room.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, sweetheart? What was it you wanted?"

"Daddy," she said. "Take off all your clothes, OK? I want you to fu -- to help me do my chores, right now, OK?"

"But honey, why? After how bad I've been to you..."

"Trust me," she said, with an edge to her voice. "Just do it."

"OK," he said, confused.

She lay back, surreptitiously wiping away some of John's dripping seed when his back was turned.

"Daddy," she said. "See my pussy? Go ahead, slide in!" She reached up to caress his half-hard cock, and it rapidly sprung to life. He lay on her and pressed in. She pushed on his buttocks to help him penetrate her.

She then gave him a big smile and whispered in his ear, "Come in me, daddy! Spurt it out. I'm hungry for it!"

Her daddy's face was a mask of confusion, pleasure, and animal stupor. His cock was hardening nicely within her to near the ejaculation point.

"Come for me, daddy," she said softly, lovingly.

And he did, making a louder noise than he ever had before, his face glazed over as never before.

As soon as she felt the spurts stop, she pushed him off her, "Thanks a lot daddy, you're the best!" and raced to the bathroom, inserting an aspirin once more.

When she lay on her bed this time, she was not disappointed. The feeling of calm returned.

She was only eight. Her father had tricked her and raped her when she was six. He had delivered her to this place where she was the sexual plaything of two other men -- and one other who didn't choose to exercise his right. When she was just an ordinary little girl, that caused a mess of yucky feelings.

But with this clarity she felt, things were very different. That two men fucked her was not her fault, and it was no cause for shame. She could choose to be angry if she wanted, and she could choose to grieve. She could even choose to laugh. She would do all of those things in time. But she could also choose to transform the circumstances of her life. In this state of clarity, that last choice seemed by far the best.

Just then Cathy arrived, having been dismissed by Zach after taking a load of his cum. She crawled in beside Jill and started babbling away.

"Shhh, Cathy," she interrupted, holding her finger to her lips. "I love you so much, and I'll be delighted to talk later, but right now, let's just snuggle quietly," she said.

Cathy was happy with the expression of Jill's love, and snuggled up against her. Jill considered the interaction. She had known exactly the right thing to tell her dear friend.

Yes, she could transform her life. She could help Cathy transform hers too. She wondered if the two-loads-plus-an-aspirin would work for her too. Even if it didn't, she could help her.

She had already seen a little of her power. By being sweet to John, he had come sooner and more strongly. She had told her father what she wanted, and he had done exactly as she had said. Those were just the beginnings of what was possible. Insights and possible courses of action and consequences swirled and shifted.

After half an hour the feeling faded. Now she was ready to talk to Cathy -- but Cathy was sound asleep in her arms.

Oh, you dear sweet girl, she thought. I love you so much. Together we will be able to break free, and that will be just the beginning!

---

"What?"

"After Oscar does you, go straight to my dad, and as soon as he's done, come to my room."

"Oscar always wants me to stay the night."

After the briefest hesitation, Jill smiled. "I'll handle that."

"Why do you want me to do it?"

Jill took her by the shoulders and gave her a big smile. "If it works, it will be amazing, trust me."

"I don't know," she said. "I don't want to make Oscar mad, and why would I go to your dad to do it more than I have to?"

Jill smiled tenderly. "Trust me?"

"OK," said Cathy, with a smile.

Jill realized that once again she had known the exact right thing to say.

---

"Oh, Oscar."

"Oh, hi, Jill," he said with a quick glance. What's up?"

He was lost in his own world of cyberspace. Jill rested her hands lightly on his shoulders, and she had his attention at once.

"Oscar, Cathy says you usually want her to sleep with you at night, is that right?"

"Um, yeah, I like hugging her little cozy body."

"Would you do me a favor if I asked?"

"I think so," said Oscar. He worshipped Jill, but he was also a cautious man.

"Tonight, if she doesn't want to, will you let her go? And be nice about it?"

"Sure!" said Oscar. The favor was trivial. He had considered in his programmer's literal way that she could have asked him to murder someone.

She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hurried off.

---

"Hi, Daddy!"

"Oh, hi, sugar. Say -- about last night. I hope I didn't take advantage of you in an odd mood or something. I really shouldn't have."

"Oh, no, daddy! What you did was just right!"

"Oh, OK, well... what's changed, honey?"

"I'll tell you later. But don't get your hopes up, OK?"

"OK," he said, and she thought she could detect a note of disappointment.

"I have another favor to ask."

"What?"

"How'd you like an extra chance to do it with Cathy?"

"Well, sure, but ... "

"Good, good! I think she's going to pay you a special visit tonight, and you'll get an extra fuck!"

"OK," he said.

"But just like last night with me, make it as quick as you possibly can, OK?"

Her dad nodded.

"Once your shaft is in," Jill demonstrated with her fingers," her little pussy will be saying, 'Quick, sperm, I need it now!'"

"OK," her dad said, bewildered.

"Gee, dad, you're the best!"

---

Cathy came into the room, a little confused. Two men had ejaculated up inside her little girl pussy within the last two minutes. She was leaking.

"Come, lie on the bed, now," Jill said.

"Spread your legs!" Jill took the aspirin and prepared to slide it up inside Cathy's pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"Trust me?" said Jill.

"OK," said Cathy, warily.

Jill realized it was the first time she had ever slid her fingers into another girl.

"There, all done!" she said, the aspirin safely tucked up where Jill hoped it would work its magic. "Now just lie back and relax."

Within a minute, Cathy calmed and her eyes opened. "Oh, wow!" she said, giving one short glance to Jill, then returning to her own reverie. Jill smiled, and lay snuggled against Cathy as the concoction did its work in the little one.

Cathy stirred and smiled at Jill.

"What was it like?" Jill asked.

"Did you go through that too?"

"I think so, but it depends on what happened to you. What was it like?"

"Why don't you tell me what it was like for you?" the younger asked with a confident, pleasant tone.

That's just the right sort of thing for her to say! Jill thought with delight. Cathy knew she didn't have to be the deferential little girl. Having Jill go first was no better or worse, and it corrected a little uneven pattern between them. Jill herself had no need to play any power games, so she spoke first.

Their experiences had been virtually identical.

"What made it happen?" Cathy asked.

"As far as I can tell," Jill said, "it happens when you get two men to deliver a load up inside you and then slide an aspirin up your pussy, all in quick succession."

"You stuck an aspirin in me?" Cathy asked, looking between her legs in alarm.

"Yep. Cool, eh?"

"How on earth did you ever discover it -- putting an aspirin in your pussy?"

Ordinarily Jill would have been embarrassed to admit it, and the fear surged over her before passing. Just to be sure, she said, "You won't laugh at me, right?"

"Of course not!" Cathy said, and Jill knew with utter certainty that she wouldn't. Not after she had been through that reverie.

"John and Zach did me together, watching each other, egging each other on, and talking about me like I wasn't even there."

"Oh dear," Cathy said quietly.

"And afterwards I was so miserable I went to the bathroom and wondered what I could do to make the hurt stop. I knew aspirin makes things stop hurting, so I just tried pushing one up inside."

"Why not?" Cathy managed before she started laughing, but Jill knew it was OK. She was laughing with her, not at her. Jill joined in, and then they hugged.

---

The girls knew not to raise anything in a group. In a group, John was the leader, and he would be pressed to make a decision quickly. He wouldn't be able to back down once he made it.

There had been a rule from the beginning that Cathy and Jill were not allowed on a computer without supervision, for fear they might do something to give away their unusual family arrangement and its location. Neither girl had wanted to browse online with a man looking over her shoulder, especially a man who was in her panties against her will every day or two.

Now they didn't mind. They wanted information, and they would get it. For a peck on the cheek and a smile from Jill, Oscar could easily be convinced to sit behind them for hours watching what they looked at. He did warn them that there were some things he wouldn't allow and that he might tell the others about any of it.

They read the news. They plied Oscar with endless questions, and along with answering them himself, he told them of web sites where they could find those answers and more.

They looked over girls' wardrobes and made lists of all the new clothes they wanted.

They decided they wanted panty liners so they didn't have to leak cum all over their panties all day and night. The cum never really came out in the wash, so their panties all quickly got crusty. They also found out what douches were and asked for those, as well as plungers and eyedroppers and turkey basters. They were thinking ahead in case they wanted to play with other vaginal concoctions.

Oscar could easily pay for everything the girls wanted to buy. The clothes and the feminine supplies came in.

They found curricula for the second and third grade and began schooling themselves. As watching that got tedious for Oscar, he arranged a laptop with no internet access and downloaded the files there so the girls could study at their leisure.

They brought up porn, which made Oscar nervous. They asked about child porn, and he explained that it was totally illegal and they could be in deep trouble if they ever found any, noting that he too was against the exploitation of children in any way. Apparently the irony was lost on him. Oscar thwarted their investigation of statutes on child sexual abuse. He stopped them when they started looking up Cathy's family, saying he would check with Zach first before he let them do that. In their next session he made it clear that they were under no circumstances to look at anything of the kind. The girls with one glance at each other knew that Zach wasn't Cathy's legal guardian.

They got a Labradoodle dog and a Burmese cat.

The men grew uneasy. There was nothing wrong with any particular thing the girls were doing, but they sensed that it was part of a pattern. The pattern was increasing confidence and knowledge, which they sensed would translate into increased power. They didn't like that.

John said they were limited to two hours of internet access a week. When Oscar noted that they could download vast quantities of information and examine it later on their offline laptops, John modified his edict. No more than four hours a week on a computer of any kind. The girls said they thought they ought to be able to learn as much as if they were in school, so John made an exception for schoolwork. When they began downloading case studies for a course in criminal law, he restricted it to age-appropriate schoolwork, plus two hours of any other material. Beyond that he could not be budged.

---

John's erection was flagging. "Jill, will you stop doing that!

"Doing what?" Jill asked innocently.

"Looking so, so... bored!"

"Oh, OK," she said, and put on a smile that was not so fake as to be a caricature, but fake enough that John could sense it. He couldn't put his finger on what was wrong, but his cock could sense it.

He sighed. "Give me a blowjob!" he commanded.

Jill quickly lowered herself to take his cock in her mouth. There was something about the rhythm that was off, though. And like any good little girl, she gazed up at him. It wasn't an insolent expression. What was it? It wasn't mocking? He wasn't feeling aroused. He pushed her off with irritation.

"Damn it!" he said. "Sometimes you make things so nice, but lately it's all wrong! Cut it out!"

"I'm sorry," Jill said with perfectly feigned contrition. "I don't mean to be a bad girl. I'll try to do better. What could I be doing better?"

John sighed with exasperation. They had been over this ground before. It wasn't any particular thing they did, it was the little things about just how it was done. And the girls explained that they did their best but when they were unhappy they couldn't fake it so well. John knew what would make them happier -- unlimited internet time.

He did manage to fuck each of the girls. He could do it in the dark. They couldn't make their girl bodies disappear, nor make their pussies unattractive. A girl's pussy was worth a fuck. And whenever he came he felt good. Along with release, he had conquered the girl once more. But even when he came in them it didn't feel that good. Unbeknownst to him, the girls' vaginal fluids were laced with a very subtle local anesthetic.

---

John raised the internet limit from two hours to three, and was amply rewarded with the girls' increased happiness.

Cathy's hand raced deliciously up and down John's thigh. She thrust her pelvis up against him.

"I love what you do to my pussy. I just love it. Harder! Fill me more!" she urgently whispered.

"Cum in me, give me all of your cum, Mr. Murphy."

He was fucking in a frenzy. She felt his cock expanding, felt the telltale signs of his approaching orgasm. Then she whispered simply, "Yes! Yes! Yes!", but each with a slightly different intonation, and she grinned inwardly when he roared with what must have been the best orgasm he had felt in years. It was certainly the best he had ever had with her. She mentally patted herself on the back. "Good job, kiddo!"

Of course, his good fortune didn't last. The girls gradually got unhappy again over the course of the next few weeks, to John's despair. There was another aspect to it. The men never talked explicitly about how good the sex was, but John thought he could tell by some private smiles that all three of the others were getting some very satisfying tail.

Six hours on the internet. They wanted six.

---

The girls' sexual duties had never taken them much time -- an hour on a really busy day. Their studies and internet explorations took them perhaps six hours. They had the rest of the time to race through the fields, ride horses, and play with their dog and cat. They named the male Labradoodle Pussy and the female Burmese cat Cock, to the irritation of the men. They had time to enjoy the outdoor hot tub that had just been installed. John was reluctant to approve it, even though Oscar paid. They loved sitting watching the fountain, holding hands. They began a conditioning program too, attend to aerobics, strength and flexibility.

They advanced rapidly in their studies. Their study of child development told them that there were whole realms of knowledge they could not master without something called abstract thinking, which usually came around puberty. They looked at each other and shrugged, and indeed found themselves staring blankly at the harder algebra problems. But they packed away enormous quantities of information.

All of this organization and confidence and discipline required only a "booster shot" of what they dubbed a "double shot with aspirin" every few weeks.

---

The months rolled by. One late spring day, when Cathy was almost eight and Jill had just turned nine, they hatched their plan for the next step. It took a few tries for everything to fall into place.

Jill raced into her room and waited anxiously for Cathy. She could almost feel the vital essence of the semen within her decaying. But less than a minute later, she heard the littler girl come running. They giggled when they saw each other and exchanged high fives. Each rapidly squatted, and with a few expert strokes with a thin kitchen spatula each swirled the contents of her vagina into the dish beneath her. With the same spatula Jill quickly emptied her dish into Cathy's, and the younger girl started stirring vigorously with a small fork. She then quickly filled one oversize eyedropper with the mixture and handed it to Jill before filling her own. They then bounced onto the bed, on their backs with legs apart.

"Ouch!" yelped Cathy, as Jill's knee whacked hers.

They both giggled, though, and held their pussy lips wide with one hand. Their other hand held the eyedropper, and they managed to slide the bulb a couple inches up their vaginas before depressing the plunger to deposit the contents even higher. They had re-seeded their vaginas with the precious bodily fluids of four different men, spurted from their penises with such animal pleasure within the last three minutes. They had discovered in previous attempts that a third man's sperm added nothing. Now they would try a fourth.

"Aspirin, don't forget the aspirin!" Jill said, referring to the cause of their first failure. Each giggled as she reached for the bedside table. Each shoved two aspirin deep inside her pussy before bringing her legs together.

"I thought you weren't going to make it in time," Jill said. "And you had the easy two!"

"Nice guys finish last," Cathy said, having collected sperm from Oscar and Jill's father.

"Anything else?" Cathy asked as they mentally went through the required steps once more.

"Just one thing," said Jill as she gazed at Cathy lovingly.

Totally unrehearsed, she brought her face towards Cathy, who responded in kind. They shared the sweetest, tiniest little kiss, and then another, then breaking their loving gaze they lay close beside each other, on their backs, holding hands, and waited.

---

Jill reflected later that the experiment could easily have killed them.

Each of them vomited over the side of the bed. They moaned and groaned, their muscles aching. They knew immediately that sperm from four guys was way more potent than sperm from two.

"Shit, fuck, cunt, balls!" moaned Cathy. "I'm so scared!"

"Cunt, fuck, balls, shit!" moaned Jill. "Me too."

They gripped hands. They never knew whether they totally lost consciousness or not. The next thing Jill knew, wavy red figures on a bedside clock told her it was two and a half hours later. She turned her head to see Cathy, deathly still with closed eyes.

Trying not to panic, she leaned over and whispered, "I love you, Cathy. Time to wake up." After a minute with no change, she tried again, trying to quell fear. "Please, Cathy. I love you."

To her immense relief, Cathy started twitching a little, then a bit more, and then opened her eyes too.

"Holy shit!" moaned Cathy, trying to get her mind around what she had just experienced.

"Christ on a crutch!" groaned Jill, facing the same problem.

Somewhat different revelations had come to each one. The girls were closely attuned, but they had no telepathy. They assembled their joint revelation over the course of many hours by way of good old words, explaining over and over what they had understood or felt -- asking questions, rephrasing, and asking again. It continued for days as they explored implications, possible actions, and likely consequences.

---

"I can't do that!" Oscar said. "John would never allow that!"

"No, he wouldn't, if you asked him outright," Cathy said. "But there's been a change in the past few weeks. If you watch him closely, you'll see John isn't in charge any more."

Oscar wasn't the most astute observer of people's feelings, but he couldn't miss that. John appeared anxious and distracted for days at a time.

"Watch what happens," whispered Cathy, seated next to Oscar in the living room.

Jill glided demurely through the door to the other room where John waited, and just barely overheard her say to John, "I've been a little selfish. Kiss and make up?" John and Jill headed up the stairs. At dinner that night, John talked easily, projecting confidence and ease.

Oscar could see that John was not in charge, so he felt emboldened to make his own decisions.

He knew the girls were influencing him, but he had no idea just how much.

---

It was a handwritten letter, left on the main dining table.

Dear John, Zach, and Bruce,

Oscar has taken us on a vacation. He's so sweet!

Mind the horses, and take care of Pussy and Cock for us.

We've left some lovely kiddie porn for you to remember us by.

We've also left some mementos of our time together. We've kept copies too, so we too can remember our sweet times together. You guys shouldn't report us as missing or come after us, do you think?

We'll be fine. Oscar is very resourceful, and you may have noticed that we have our own ways of getting what we want.

Love,
Jill and Cathy

P.S. I hate you, Daddy, and I will also love your forever.

P.P.S. I hate you, Uncle Zach.

P.P.P.S. John, you ought to brush your teeth more if you're going to take any other little girls into your bed.

The three men could barely make eye contact with each other.

Oscar and the girls had taken off in John's truck, but otherwise they hadn't taken much but their own belongings.

They separately looked at the kiddy porn later. Oscar must have gotten them a high-quality video camera without their knowledge. The little teasing scenes that Jill and Cathy recorded for them had each of them fully erect and aching for release within seconds.

The mementos were six clips, each of the three of them with each girl. They had chosen scenes that the men undoubtedly found painful, scenes where the girls were punishing them with their very subtle anti-sexual, almost emasculating behavior. Each scene included the man whining or begging. They felt shame knowing the other men were seeing them in such an unflattering light. Each scene also clearly showed the man's cock diving into the little girl's pussy. If the authorities ever saw those scenes, they would go to jail for a long time.

As the girls had predicted, Zach and Bruce left separately within a few weeks. Without Cathy and Jill, there was nothing to bind the three together. They shared only their collusion in a serious and shameful crime. Each wanted to start a new chapter in his life, and they were also aware that if Jill and Cathy's videos did reach the wrong hands, they didn't want to be too easy to find. But it was John's home, and he stayed.

---

Oscar had ample hacking skills to cobble together a new identity for each of them. In short order he was a widower and the girls were his daughters.

They rented an apartment in Silver Spring, outside of Washington. Oscar continued earning his handsome living online, and the girls enrolled in the local schools. They were far more sophisticated than kids their age, so although they were eight and nine, according to their new identities they were ten and twelve. Cathy gathered information from the elementary school, while Jill shared her experiences of middle school.

---

"It's such a cool view!" exclaimed Cathy.

"Kind of like the center of the world. Lincoln Memorial that way, White House there, and the Capitol there."

"But it's not really the center, except for the tourists."

"I am a little girl, and it is too the center!" Jill stamped her foot.

Cathy giggled. "We should be sure to get Oscar honey to take us to the Children's Museum. Do all those things while we are still kids."

They took in the view for a while, and then Jill turned to Cathy.

"I need another dose. I'm losing my focus somehow."

"Yeah, me too. One thing Zach and John and your dad did was deliver the sperm in the right place, right on schedule." They laughed, and Cathy went on. "I get a dose from Oscar most days, but one's never enough, right?"

"Never has been for me."

There was a pause. "Do you miss it? I mean, the sex itself?"

Jill considered the question. Oscar was no more physical with her now than he had been back at the farm. "Yeah, I do. That big strong body, and the power and urgency, and also how they're totally vulnerable. And I like making people happy."

"Even Zach?"

"Even Zach. He was playing out some old pattern with that nasty talk. Who knows what his life was like before?"

"Surely we can convince Oscar to satisfy your ferocious animal hunger."

"Sure. The delicate part is keeping him so totally devoted afterward. I've got to act like a slut but remain a goddess in his eyes."

"Maybe you could say it's for your health. Which it is, in a way. But we can't tell him about the 'double shot with aspirin', right?"

"No, of course not. Maybe we could say it was a superstition or something."

---

"Oscar?" Jill crept into his room. She thought she heard a little hurried rustling in the bed. If he was masturbating but hadn't climaxed yet, that would be ideal. Cathy had turned him down for three days in a row, an unprecedented drought, so his hunger was probably intense.

"Jill? Jill! What are you doing here?"

"Aren't you glad to see me?"

"Of course, of course!" He sounded confused.

"You know you've never wanted to be intimate with me," she said.

"I can't! You're just so perfect!"

"I'm not perfect, although it's sweet of you to say so. But I've found I need it for my health. The other guys did me regularly, but without them, I'm having trouble. It's like I came to depend on it. Physically!"

"But..."

As she spoke, she let her robe fall away. She nudged him over and lay against him. She glanced with approval at his massive hard-on. "Just for my health, OK?" she said, sounding very businesslike. In a daze he followed the suggestion of her nudges and moved to lie on top of her.

"You don't have to enjoy it," she said. "I won't either, OK?" She was cracking up inside as she said those lines.

"Here you go. Push. There!"

"Oh, Jill, Jill," he murmured. "Oh shit," he said, "I'm not going to last long!"

"That's good, Oscar! It's your big load of juicy sperm I need. Gimme! Please?"

And with that he gave three deep lunges. "Oh, Jill! Jill! Jill!" he said as his cock twitched, over and over, filling Jill's immature cunt with what she truly did need, even if not right then.

As he came down from his orgasmic bliss, he moaned, "Oh, no, I wanted to make sure I never abused you."

"For my health," she said, giving him a pat, and left. What oozed out of her and down her leg implied a far bigger load than any man had ever given her before.

The next night she crept in again. "You've already done me once, right? You've broken your promise to yourself -- for a very good reason."

Oscar sighed. He took her in his arms and honored her body with the sweetest, most adoring foreplay ever. But he needed little encouragement to bury his cock to the hilt, soon losing himself in ecstasy again.

Once Oscar had broken his vow the second time, with no pretense of restoring her physical health, he was insatiable. He wanted her to spend the night. He wanted her every morning, and occasionally in the middle of the night too. She thought it was wise to satisfy him as completely as possible.

Cathy poked her. "You stole my boyfriend!" It was 95% in jest, but they both knew there was a little bit of true jealousy.

"You wouldn't sleep with him for three nights in a row," she said, holding up three fingers. "The trick to keeping that man is to let him fuck you as much as he wants." They smiled, because of course Cathy's three nights of putting Oscar off had been a joint decision.

Within a few weeks they were back to a schedule where he did both girls, and much of the time the girls got to sleep with each other. He did fuck Jill twice for every time he did Cathy, but they were all fine with that.

They could each reliably get a shot of semen from Oscar whenever they wanted.

---

Cathy skipped along the path in the park humming to herself, a display they judged pedophiles would react to. And soon enough a man approached along the path who got that hungry look in his eye when he saw her. He then tried not to look at her. Cathy turned and skipped back to the spot on the path where she would pull off her ambush. He had seen her front, and along the way he got to appreciate her back. It also freed him of the worry that she would catch him looking.

She stopped at the chosen spot and waited for him to come even with her. The man made to walk by nonchalantly, trying not to look.

"Hi there!" Cathy said. "I want to show you something." She grabbed his hand and tugged him off the path to the spot they had selected behind the bushes.

He stopped a few steps off the path and would not be budged. "Sorry, dear, but what's this about? Where is your mommy?"

''My daddy. He went off for a little while. This is just so cool, I wanted to show someone."

"We need to find him. You shouldn't be alone like this, and you certainly shouldn't be pulling men into the bushes! You could get hurt, you know!" Now he held her hand tight rather than the other way around. Seeing from his hideout that the scheme had gone awry, Oscar appeared.

"Oh, thanks, sir. Lisa, what are you doing running away like that? I told you to stay on that bench!" he said, pointing some distance away.

"You should keep closer track of her! She was leading me behind those bushes, and if she did that with the wrong man, you know what might happen!"

Jill watched him intently from some distance, and thought that Cathy had pegged him perfectly. He was indeed just the kind of man a little girl should never be alone with -- unless she wanted his sperm tucked safely up her cunt, which is just what Cathy wanted.

"Thanks for your concern, but it won't happen again," said Oscar, and the man let go reluctantly.

Oscar and Cathy hurried off hand in hand, and Jill followed at a discreet distance. When they were far from the man, Cathy ran back to consult with Jill.

"What did I do wrong?" Cathy asked.

"Nothing I could see," Jill answered. "He was bursting with desire for you, but he's just a decent guy. He'll be jerking off for years, thinking of the little girl trying to lead him into the bushes. But when the chips were down, he was a good guy."

---

"Let me show you something!"

The man was confused, but let Cathy tug him up into the bushes. Behind a big rock, she pulled his head down to whisper in his ear. "I know I'm kind of a bad girl, but I really need you to do it to me, OK? You know, your thingie up in my privates! It's OK, really! It's what I want!"

With that she raised her pink dress seductively, showing she had no panties on, and lay down on her jacket, which she had spread out, then spread her legs.

"I've done it before! You'll fit!" she said, with a pleading tone.

The impulses in the man's mind were screaming at each other, but he resolved his agonizing decision the other way.

He looked around to make sure no one could see them, then quickly pulled down his pants and briefs to reveal a half-hard cock. "God forgive me," he muttered.

Cathy smiled at it and stroked it gently, and it rapidly stiffened. She then lay back, legs spread wide, and he lowered himself.

She held her lips open as he guided himself up to her hairless pussy. As she had promised, he slid in easily.

After a few strokes, she whispered, "Come quick, OK? I don't know how much time we have."

He quickened his frenzied pace.

"Yes. Come for me! Yes!"

And then he was spurting, over and over.

He rolled off and came to his senses. "Oh, shit, what have I done!"

They heard a man's loud voice, not too far away. "Lisa!"

"That's my dad! Go, quick!"

His pants pulled up, the man couldn't regain the path and hurry away quickly enough.

Cathy lay down again on the jacket and clutched her knees to her chest. She wanted to keep as much of this guy's semen as she could. Why was Oscar taking so long!

Soon he appeared. She took the cock he fished out of his trousers into her mouth and swirled and sucked expertly. When it was hard he lowered himself and pressed in where she had entrapped the pedophile to poke a mere two minutes before.

"Let it go, sweet Oscar! Sperm me! I love you... Unload your balls!"

The horny young man lost himself in ecstasy, pulsing into young Cathy. The two girls had denied him sex for four days in preparation for this event.

After he had come, Cathy urged him away. "OK, thanks so much. Now go!"

As soon as the glowing and satisfied Oscar had walked away, she produced the aspirin from her pocket and pushed it up her pussy. She lay back and waited.

---

They traveled the world together, rarely staying in a place for more than six months, as the girls learned cultures, languages, and customs. They also traveled within the US; regions differed from each other far less than foreign lands, but the differences were still interesting and important.

Jill noticed it when she was 11 and a half. A few pubic hairs, occasional pains in her breasts, growing nipples and enlargement of her aureoles. Then she noticed it when Oscar was mounted on her, pumping away. She felt a bit of hunger, a sense that her body wanted this, having nothing to do with her logical plans. The feelings rapidly built and the bodily changes accelerated.

She got her double shot with aspirin from a random pedophile and Oscar more frequently. It was easier to snare a pedophile now that she showed some signs of development.

They had known that puberty was a large wild card in their plans. What could they say with certainty about what women's psychology when they hadn't even undergone puberty themselves? Jill could now feel why girls found boys so absolutely fascinating. She could feel that hunger for sex herself. As she considered her relationship with Oscar, she felt some jealousy towards Cathy. She learned what cramps and periods were all about.

For the moment, Cathy's hormones were calm, while Jill's were seething. The two talked more, focusing on how puberty was changing Jill. Cathy looked closely for signs that Jill was losing her compass in some fashion with the onslaught of puberty. All seemed well.

The hormones seized Cathy nine months later.

When Jill was 13 and Cathy was 12, they were ready.

They had made some personal connections during their travels, but their most important source of networking was patient cultivation of relationships on the web that Oscar had helped them with.

---

It was a select group of 15 women. They had been chosen for a commitment to social justice, integrity, and an open mind. Some but not all actively labeled themselves as feminists.

Cathy and Jill introduced themselves, and after numerous preliminaries Jill delivered the heart of her message:

"Not all of you know an interesting fact about Cathy and me. We were both sexually abused starting around the age of six. To be more specific, men had sexual intercourse with us regularly, usually daily. For a few years, we were the shared sexual property of four men."

Women shifted in their chairs, and there was one muffled "Damn!"

"For some reason, this has given us a perspective on human relations that others do not share. Lots of people say they have some special insight, of course, so you want and deserve evidence.

"We have met with considerable success. Most 13-year-olds do not convene meetings of prominent activists. We realize that is far from convincing, and expect you to keep looking for hard evidence that we can do as we say."

It was certainly not time yet to reveal the benefits of two shots of semen mixed with aspirin.

"Before I can describe our proposal, I have to give you quite a bit of information about human sexuality as background.

"Evolution by Natural Selection is the basis of all of biological science. Humans are also a product of evolution. In many spheres of life, evolution plays only a weak role in determining behavior. Cultural factors, choice, and rationality are the most interesting ways to think about it. Engineering, home construction, literature, cooking -- evolution has little to say on the matter.

"In sexuality the situation is quite different. We are of course animals, and despite our great advances in rationality, when it comes to matters of sexuality, our animal sides still play a prominent role. What evolution teaches is that we expect to find organisms optimized for maximizing their reproductive fitness.

"Men and women have quite different ways of maximizing their reproductive fitness, and the psychologies of the two sexes are remarkably similar to what an evolutionary psychologist would guess.

"Men leave the most descendants when they mate as widely as possible with women. Each mating might produce a new child with the man's genes. In evolutionary terms, the fitness advantage that this conveys is huge.

"In times of social chaos, men turn into rapists. The practice of men mating as widely as possible occurs in a raw, unadulterated form. Occupying armies rape the women of the local population.

"In ordinary times, there are social constraints on who men can mate with. Men in social groups each take a single woman (or sometimes two) and agree not to have sex with each other's women. When observed, these rules let each man know that his wife's children are also his, so his reproductive fitness is enhanced by helping to take care of those children.

"But the rules are not always observed. If a woman reports a rape within an intact social group, the man risks injury or death. But if a woman offers herself for sex freely and secretly, it is always in the man's interest to mate. The cost of providing a few drops of semen is tiny, while the potential reward of fathering a child is huge.

"All of the competition that men engage in is fundamentally for the purpose of greater access to women and fathering more children. Some examples: In some cultures men of status take second or third wives. In chaotic times, the dominant men do most of the raping. The men of so-called primitive cultures fight, and often the winners steal the losers' women.

"Women's behavior to some extent is influenced by the factors that define male reproductive success. To take an extreme case, consider a man who rapes or philanders regularly. To the extent those qualities are inherited, it is to a woman's advantage to choose him over a more laid back man as her mate, so her sons will benefit from the reproductive advantage of raping or philandering.

"Women, on the other hand, have different incentives. While of course women need to mate in order to bear children, they do not need to mate very much -- a single load of sperm up the cunt at the right time will do the job."

Some of the women exchanged glances, not expecting such crude sexual talk from a girl so young.

"Above all, women want a man who believes her children are his and will help provide for them.

"This is the main reason that women are so horrified by rape. It has little to do with explanations typically offered by feminists. It is not a matter of men's unjust exercise of power over her, or some physical violation of bodily integrity. Ultimately, the horror arises because if she gets pregnant at a time when she is unmarried or her husband knows he would not be the father, her child will lack the resources that a husband can provide.

"This is also why women have such a tendency to want sex only when it is linked with love. We so often hear of the case of a man and woman having sexual relations when future expectations are unclear. He is likely to break it off and leave without feeling guilt, pointing out that they never made any promises. She is likely to feel betrayed, because she is wired to think of his baby she might be carrying -- even when, the vast majority of the time, she isn't actually carrying a baby.

"I said that the woman's top priority is to have a man who believes he is the father of her children. Note that the man doesn't actually have to BE the father, he just has to believe he is. This discrepancy provides the opportunity for the other way women can increase their fitness -- they can engage in secret matings with men who they judge to have better genes. Not everyone can have a top-quality genetic specimen of a man to help raise her children, but it is often possible to get those men to secretly supply their sperm at the right moment.

"This explains why not all women are saints. It is the root cause of the willingness to consider having affairs.

"Sometimes societies have arranged marriages. The society forbids sex before marriage and makes divorce a step with serious consequences. Husband and wife are paired, have babies with each other, and all is well.

"When a society has a more open-ended pattern, it is an extremely stressful time for a woman. She wants a man who will help her raise her children. Naturally she wants a man who professes his love and his intention to stay with her. One way of enticing a man to commit to her is to have sex with him. It catches his attention and is a hint of the pleasures that await him if he commits.

"This strategy by women invites a complementary strategy from men: a man can appear to promise to marry so the woman will let him mate with her. He can then go off and repeat the procedure with another woman. If he fathers only an occasional child this way, it is still a highly successful reproductive strategy. If the man learns he has actually impregnated the target of his ruse, then according to the strategy, that is definitely the time for him to leave -- hanging around further will do him no good. Sound familiar?

"Women naturally try their best not to be victimized by this strategy. They scrutinize men very carefully, they share information on unscrupulous men, and they are incensed if they find a man has fooled them in that way.

"To reiterate, a woman's primary objective is to make a man believe he is the father of her children.

"This makes her less interested in casual sex. It makes various forms of prostitution or 'sex for favors' unappealing because, despite the short-term rewards, there is the huge long-term disadvantage of conceiving a child without a man who will stay to help raise the child.

"Of course this is not the whole story. Both men and women engage in behaviors that do not fall in line with this pattern at all. We have celibate priests, cloistered nuns, and gay men and lesbians. But the pattern still guides a great deal of human behavior."

---

Jill paused to signal a change of subject.

"All that is just background. Now to the essence of the matter."

"OUR INBORN TENDENCIES DO NOT DEFINE OUR DESTINY!"

The women whose attention had wandered were instantly refocused on their 13-year-old speaker.

"We see this with priests and nuns. Somehow they suppress the very urge to procreate, for reasons of their own. Those reasons don't concern us, but they do demonstrate that it is possible to overcome inborn tendencies.

"What we women can do is to understand our aversion to promiscuous sex for favors, overcome it, and use that very form of sexuality to wield true power. That is the heart of our proposal.

"If we as a movement adopt this strategy, some of us will engage in a great deal of sex with a great many partners.

"And before I forget, the Gates Polymer couldn't have reached market at a more auspicious time, do you think?" The Gates Polymer, applied vaginally, once a month, was 100% effective in preventing STIs -- more particularly, blocking their sexual transmission -- the "ST" that occupied the first two slots in the acronym.

"Cathy and I," she said more softly, "were raised on promiscuous sex against our will. It is a miserable existence that kills the spirit. But somehow, we were able to transcend it. Watching those men's faces above us, day after day, grunting and groaning, insistently pushing their penises into us -- that set the stage. We saw, over and over, that male tendency to mate, no matter what. True, these particular men were pedophiles, but it makes no difference.

"Men will do quite a bit for sex, but there are limits. Simply offering or withholding sex could be very useful for our purposes, but it is just the beginning.

"The quality of the experience women offer can make all the difference. This is known to women, but as far as Cathy and I can tell, women who do this at all use only the crudest methods to offer a man a pleasant sexual experience or an unpleasant one.

"Cathy and I have developed some powerful techniques. Our ability to teach and demonstrate the effectiveness of those techniques is vital to our plan.

"It is also the primary way you should evaluate whether we are on to something important or are just a couple of young windbags. Look closely at how effective our techniques are with real men under real conditions.

"With subtle adjustments to our demeanor, we could make a sexual experience frustrating and unsatisfying for a man, or make it totally fantastic. And -- this is vital -- the men could not put their finger on the difference as anything within our conscious control. With what appeared only a bad mood, we could spoil a man's experience as never before. When happy, we could transform it into something amazing. We were able to use these techniques to improve our situation dramatically and then to escape it entirely. We have been perfecting the techniques in the years since our escape. We believe we can teach these techniques to most women.

"Why were we able to do this? We are not sure, but we have a couple ideas. Children are in general more creative than grown-ups. Perhaps pre-pubescent girls can be more creative when their own sexual urges do not get in the way. In any case, we developed some techniques that are highly effective.

"Now, no offense, but we might as well be open about these things. Most of you are over 50, and the youngest is -- what, 40? No matter how well you were trained none of you would cast a very strong spell over most men. Men may be attracted to you, but there is an entirely different level of attraction to teenagers and women in their early 20s. (For some men, it is 6-year-olds, as Cathy and I know so well, though pedophiles are not an important part of our plan).

"So you all know those idealistic college girls? The ones who go door to door with PIRG petitions? The ones who might join the Peace Corps? They are the ones we need. And if Cathy and I are right, they could have an effect far, far beyond what any PIRG petition could possibly accomplish.

"To summarize, we are seeking a woman with three key attributes: First, she needs to be young, pretty, and possessed of a sexy body and sexy personality. Second, she needs the ability to feel good about engaging in widely promiscuous sex; if a woman forces herself to do this without really being OK with it inside, it will not work. Third, she needs the ability to learn how to provide a man with a terrific sexual experience when it suits her goals, and to provide him with an unpleasant or mediocre one when that is called for."

Jill took a deep breath and looked around the room.

"Let me pause here for questions."

"Slut power," someone cracked, and everyone chuckled.

"That's the basic idea," Jill said. "And I'm not one to get all huffy about the terms we use, but once we are up and running, none of us will view them as sluts. They will be professionals due the highest degree of respect. Like psychiatrists, surgeons, or trained professional spies."

Another woman spoke. "We've been complaining all these years that men see women as sex objects. You're suggesting we give in and say, 'OK, we were wrong, we are sex objects.'"

"I have two thoughts on that. First, just how far has that strategy gotten us? We alienated a lot of men -- and women too -- who know that to a large degree men do regard women as sex objects, and changing that is going against a powerful innate current in the male psyche. What we should have said was that men should set aside those feelings and ALSO treat women as important, valuable people. Second, what if we flow with nature rather than against it? Instead of trying to convince men, we will manipulate them. Consider this analogy: A man becomes a bit like the bull charging at the red cloth while the matador deftly steps aside."

"How does this work in practice? Are you going to seduce the President?"

"That might be a viable strategy long before you would think. Remember Monica Lewinsky? But no, we start much smaller than that. Some rich potential donors or perhaps a state senate campaign.

"In terms of immediate next steps, Cathy and I need to train some trainers. We need perhaps 30 young women, who will need a great deal of screening -- young, beautiful, and committed."

"Virgin sacrifices?" someone quipped.

Jill and Cathy smiled good-naturedly. "The women we seek will almost certainly not have reached the age of 21 as virgins." Jill added, "We will also need some men as guinea pigs. There are groups of feminist men that meet here and there. They are typically earnest and totally humorless. If they are true to their principles, their lives will change profoundly. They will be bedding countless gorgeous beauties for the best sex of their lives. Actually, the girls will be bedding them. But mostly I'm joking -- I doubt many of those men would be interested, but we'll be able to pick up plenty of volunteers here and there."

"Are you and Cathy lesbians? Lovers?"

A hush fell over the room. It seemed like a rather impertinent question. On the other hand, Jill had just said out loud that women over 40 were over the hill.

The girls locked eyes, and Jill hesitated. Cathy spoke for the first time. "Jill and I have a loving bond which will never break. We sleep together and hug most nights. But we don't mess with each other's pussies or anything. It's men that make our hearts go pittypat. And with the right guy -- with a surprising number of guys, actually," she paused to give a sweet, adorable 12-year-old girl smile, "It's their cock surging up our cunts and cumming in us that makes us surge with sexual ecstasy. We both adore getting fucked."

A few jaws dropped open.

"You see," she continued, "We propose to help women overcome our revulsion at sex for favors. But we should still celebrate and encourage our love of sex. We revel in our female natures. 'Oh, baby, harder! Unnh! Unnh! Unnh! Shoot me full of it! Aaaaahhhhh!'"

It took a few moments for the group to digest such talk from the cute little 12-year-old.

"So do you despise men? Are they just toys and pawns? Lumps with dicks who can fuck you to heaven, but not much else?"

Jill fielded that one. "No, not at all. We can control men through their sexual urges, but they themselves can be infinitely fascinating and talented and loving. Even the violent ones fill a role in the human experience that we couldn't do without.

"We do not want to replace the oppression of women with the oppression of men. Yet, consider what it is fundamentally that men want as men. They want the chance to fuck lots of pussies --and if our vision becomes reality, things will get much better for them in that regard!"

That was worth a round of laughs.

Cathy broke in with a final note, "I'm not sure of everything we will stand for -- that is part of what we hope you can help us work out. But Jill shares my intuitive sense that this should be called the Pragmatic movement."

Some heads nodded, others appeared to weigh the issue.

---

Sharon looked uneasy as she entered Jill's office. Her assignment had been to sleep with two more men the previous night. They had been deliberately chosen to be fairly insensitive.

"How did it go?"

"OK. Bert was kind of like a robot, went straight for my pussy and came in thirty seconds. Piece of cake.

"Cal gave me about a minute of foreplay. Then he took me from the rear. He probably went on for twenty minutes, with occasional commentary: 'You sure are pretty. Pretty good lay, too. Haha... Your cunt feels good... Can you give me a squeeze like a nice pussy? Oooo, nice grip, baby. So many easy girls around here, and I fuck 'em all!' He came deep. Gave me a slap on the butt and left without a word."

"And how did you feel about it?"

"Oh, fine. As a lover he was a total loser, but that's not what matters, of course. I could feel him acting out his male patterns. He wanted his fuck, and I was happy to give it to him."

"Would you be willing to have him fuck you again tomorrow?"

"Yes, no problem!" Sharon said cheerily, but a shadow flickered across her face and she looked down.

Jill noticed. "How did you *feel*?"

Sharon sighed. "I was disappointed. There's no reason I should be, though, is there? I keep trying to get that part right every time, but I blow it sometimes." She paused, and then continued, "OK, when I'm honest, I was really angry at him and felt used!"

Jill appreciated the honesty -- that was a point in her favor --but it wasn't enough. Sharon had been at this for three weeks: reading, meditating, discussing her experiences and feelings with the other girls. They were all trying to overcome their aversion to casual sex. But Sharon wasn't getting it. Not deep down, not fast enough.

Jill spoke softly. "You've been doing great, Sharon. I can see you're trying hard. But I've got to cut you."

Sharon started to protest, but Jill stopped her.

"In training our trainers, we have to have extremely high standards. The trainers not only have to get over their aversions, they have to do it so completely and thoroughly that they can help other girls who are wavering. You are good, Sharon, and I bet we'll be able to use you later. It's no shame not to be one of the thirty best at something no women have ever done before."

Sharon gave a wistful smile. "I'm used to being the best at everything."

Jill smiled. "You don't get an A at being a shameless, slutty, oversexed whore. I bet your parents will disown you..."

Sharon gave a big laugh. Sensing her need, Jill gave her a big hug, and the girl left -- about as happy as she could be.

---

"Oh, Sarah! Oh my God, that's so good. Oh, oh, oh!"

The pudgy, pasty-skinned George was humping away on Sarah, whose legs were up, heels around behind his back, stroking it lightly.

"Oh, just like that, George, that's wonderful," Sarah said, gazing at him adoringly while stroking his cheek with the back of one hand. Her other hand lay limply on the mattress near her ear, curled elegantly.

It sure looked like George was having the very best sex of his life. His lusty male nature was on full display as he worked his cock right up inside the beautiful girl beneath him. He was holding himself up on his arms above her, surveying her perfect skin, lovely breasts, beautiful hair framing her face, a few wisps over one eye. She was panting too, face slack with pleasure.

"I'm with you, George, I'm on fire, almost there. Oh, it's so great! God, I'm in heaven! You've got such a big one! Come deep, honey, give me all your sperm! Oh George!"

The youth's face scrunched up tighter, his thrusts hammered home deep, jiggling Sarah's body up on the bed a little with each thrust.

"Oh, oh ..." his moans got higher-pitched.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Sarah said, each with a different tone, the combination utterly enthralling to the male psyche.

George seized up with orgasm silently, but continued his frantic thrusts. In fifteen seconds or so he pulled out and flopped down next to her, a goofy grin on his face.

Sarah panted for a few more seconds, then turned over to snuggle against him.

"Mmmm, George, that was wonderful!"

The video cut off there. Jill had been watching with a critical teacher's eye.

"Very good, Sarah! Wonderful! Let's go back a few seconds." The video rewound to the few seconds before George's climax began. "Where did you start your squeeze?"

As the tape went forward at half speed, Sarah said. "Right.... Here!"

"Perfect, perfect!"

Jill skipped back in the video again. "Now look at your face," she said more quietly. The two watched intently as she ran it forward again at full speed. "What do you see?"

"I ... I didn't see anything."

"Let's try it again, quarter speed."

Just before the squeeze, Sarah said, "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!"

"I guess you saw it?"

"Yes, I saw it!"

There right on the tape was a brief expression of contempt on her face, very brief, but it was there.

"What do you remember thinking?"

"I ... I'm embarrassed," Sarah said.

"It's understandable... You are very good, you know!" Jill said, with a light touch on her arm. "Go on..."

"I saw his guy boobs jiggling back and forth, and his face. And I thought he looked ridiculous, and ugly, and so entirely lost in his desire to fuck."

"Very good, Sarah."

"Do you think he caught it?"

"I can see it in his face, actually, though I doubt he knew consciously. It was still fantastic sex for him, but that moment will dampen it for him."

"I did come, you know..."

"Oh, I can see it! Good! And that's one of the hardest times to keep those old, innate patterns in check..."

"Yeah, I know. That keeps happening, doesn't it?"

"Well, now and then. Keep at it! Meditation?"

"I've been slacking, I admit." Sarah got a touch pink. "My attention wanders short of my two hours, I'm afraid."

"How much shorter?"

Jill could see that Sarah was tempted to lie, but stopped herself. "Never less than one hour, anyway."

Jill gave her a light symbolic punch in the arm. "Tsk, tsk! Keep at it, Sarah. You're one of the very best."

---

Cathy and Jill sat side by side as Jill ran the tape at full speed.

"Ouch!" said Cathy, wincing as the climax passed.

"Sarah couldn't see it on the tape at half speed when she was showing me when she squeezed, or the second time at full speed when I told her to look for a problem. She saw it at quarter-speed."

"Shit!" Cathy muttered.

"They're all wonderful, aren't they?"

"Yes. Fantastic!" Cathy knew Jill's positive spin was genuine but betrayed concern, and her answer echoed the positive spin.

They had discussed before how the remaining 28 girls were so talented, how they worked so hard, and how every one of them was content to get fucked time after time, even by guys who were downright rude to them. They had that part down. But that slip Sarah made -- that could be the difference between a fabulous experience that George would do almost anything to have again and one that was merely a wonderful lay. How could Sarah train others to do that if she couldn't see it herself?

After a silence, Cathy spoke, "I don't think they're ever going to get it, Jill."

Jill drooped in her seat. She had been trying to avoid that conclusion for days.

"I know. Options?"

"There's really only one, right?"

"But if we reveal the double shot with aspirin, we risk everything."

"Yeah, I know."

"A little Verset, maybe?" Jill asked. Verset was a popular drug used in minor surgery, one of its key attractions being that people remained conscious but couldn't remember what happened to them.

"Killing one of them would be horrible -- and very bad press..." As an experiment, they had given Cathy general anesthesia briefly while two men did her in quick succession and Jill pushed the aspirin up her pussy as soon as they had gone. She came out of the anesthesia a minute or two later, but had no calm or insights but did have a splitting headache for days. They realized they didn't really know what they were doing with their sperm/aspirin concoctions, and small differences in procedure could produce alarming side effects.

After a little thought, a smile came to Jill's lips. Cathy listened to her idea, and they agreed it was the best plan they had.

---

"You've spoiled me, Jill, you know," said Wilbur, mounted and thrusting away.

A few weeks back, Jill had arranged for Wilbur the finest sexual experience a male had ever experienced in human history.

"Sorry, big boy," Jill answered. "I'm still a pretty good lay, aren't I?"

"Yeah, of course," Wilbur said.

Jill glanced at the clock on the ceiling now and then. When it was 2:59, she began a few simple smiles and wiggles, getting Wilbur primed.

He was a fine man, and his male brain was now engaged in the business of fertilizing his mate. It was focusing more closely. At this moment, he was an animal first and a human second. With twenty seconds to go before the clock switched to 3:00, she began her routine -- not one of her best, by any means, but one that was good enough.

She brushed her hand across his chest, gave him a little smile, and wiggled her thighs.

"It's wonderful, Wilbur," she said. "I feel you getting harder!" she said in a tone of affection and respect. "My clit's on fire!" It really was ready to release her to a fine orgasm. She was getting fucked, and her body loved it. With five seconds to go, her voice turned pure lust, "Come, spurt, come!" she moaned. Her own orgasm began, and she celebrated once more her female desire to be fertilized, impregnated, bred.

Wilbur's first shot of creamy sperm surged high up in Jill's cunt at one second after the hour.

Not bad, she thought, through the haze of her own orgasm.

At six seconds after three o'clock, Wilbur's spurts had stopped. He didn't withdraw right away.

"Sorry, you sweet hunk," Jill cooed. "But I've got to go now."

"OK, my goddess," he moaned, flopping down beside her.

She slipped into the room next door, squatted, and used a narrow spatula to coax his seed from her pussy into the little dish. Picking up her dish, she stood and waited. Cathy came through the other door fifteen seconds later.

Jill stood with arms crossed, tapping her foot.

Cathy stuck out her tongue at Jill and they both smiled. Fifteen seconds late for a rendezvous like this wasn't bad.

Cathy scraped her teaspoon of vaginal gleanings into the dish with Jill's, then dumped in a powdered baby aspirin, and Jill stirred the mixture. Drawing the mixture up into a small blunt syringe, Jill proceeded through a third door off of that room to where Sarah lay on her back, legs up in stirrups.

"OK, here's the treatment," said Jill in a clinical tone, then inserted the syringe up Sarah's pussy and plunged. Jill told her to down the contents of a small cup and then Jill gave her an injection in her arm with a standard needle syringe. The injection and drink were just to confuse Sarah about just what kind of treatment she had received.

Within a few seconds Sarah got that wondrous expression on her face, smiled at Jill, then settled back with her eyes closed.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief.

Sarah's skills, confidence, and insight all increased, just as Jill and Cathy had hoped, and the other girls got the same treatment with the same results. The girls knew that some sort of medical procedure had given them the calm and insight they had needed to finish the training -- but they didn't know what.

The fourteen pairs of trainers fanned out across the country and began their own recruitment and training. Dozens of teens and young women in each city learned to welcome getting fucked by any man, however obnoxious. They focused on their own pleasure at mating, suppressing their innate urge to seek a corresponding commitment or meaningful relationship. Building on their own inherent youth, beauty, and charm, they also learned how to give a man a truly fantastic sexual experience -- when they wanted to.

Girls didn't need to all achieve a black belt in sluttery.

Some girls could make sex fantastic for men -- but only if they were kind to her, or no more than one new man a month.

Some could easily stand to get laid by dozens of different men every week, even if all she offered was the simple joy of ordinary sex with a pretty, lusty girl.

And finally, a pretty girl who was willing to carry on a relationship with a rich young man could be a great boon to the cause. That wasn't so different from what some women have always done, but the girl could be relieved of some of the self-doubt. If the man was the sort who was not strongly opposed to what she stood for, a little garden-variety withholding of sex could work wonders.

---

Jill and Cathy reviewed the video together.

Nina led Eric into the bedroom, turned and smiled at him.

With an artfully seductive look, she raised her face a little. Eric leaned in to kiss her. At that point the video showed only Eric's back, but they could see Nina's one hand drawing circles in his hair, her other tracing along the top of his jeans at the back.

Nina broke the kiss and turned the pair a quarter turn clockwise as they stood. Perhaps she was deliberately arranging for a better video angle -- the girl wanted feedback! She started unbuttoning his shirt, but paused when he went to work on her silky blouse.

She stuck her chest out just a little and tossed her head to the side to send her long blond hair over her shoulder.

When he had undone the last button, she shrugged out of the blouse and turned around with a smile to give him access to the catch on her bra. It was especially easy to undo.

As she turned back, the fire in his eyes showed that he was impressed with her B-cup breasts. He gulped as he reached out to fondle them.

Soon they were naked on the bed. Nina undulated her hips just right as Eric fondled her between the legs. She moved her lower legs around just a little by bending her knees and ankles, stoking his fire a little more though he was not conscious of the effect.

His fondling was clumsy at best. She headed off his attempt to give her oral sex, saying with total sincerity that it wasn't her favorite.

She nudged him onto his back and went to work on his body. After a brief scalp massage her hands traced over his scratchy cheeks, and she gave an appropriate little murmur of approval at this masculine feature. She worked over his arms and chest. She could see as clearly as Jill and Cathy that he didn't really enjoy nipple stimulation, so she headed lower.

Her hands moved expertly over his inner thighs and balls, leading him to shut his eyes and sigh. After massaging the skin all around the base of his cock through his ample pubic hair, her hands gradually worked up his rigid, throbbing pole.

She freed one of her hands and reached up to tug his head hair just a bit. With one hand anchored on his cock, gently stroking, and the other on his hair, she moved her head upward along the line separating them. She brushed her cheek and hair across his chest as she slid her face up his body to kiss him on the lips. Soft skin and hair suddenly replaced by a warm, wet cavity foreshadowed for his mouth what awaited him below. Her left breast slid seductively back and forth over his chest.

Reversing direction, she kissed quickly down his chest to his lower parts, then rearranged herself suddenly. She straddled his legs facing him, partly up on her knees, legs wide apart, emphasizing her sex. It was a promise, and his face clearly showed that he understood it.

Then she lowered her face onto his cock, hair cascading around his entire pelvic area. The video didn't show exactly how she was licking and sucking and stroking, but it was relatively easy to teach and she was undoubtedly doing it superbly. When she felt him starting to get too excited she scaled back her oral work. It seemed that she had nailed the technique of giving him an exquisite, ongoing even pleasure as he lay there, her mouth making love to his pole. After perhaps three minutes of that, she lessened her ministrations enough that they could see that he felt a little dissatisfied.

Nina addressed his dissatisfaction by turning onto her back, legs spread wide, and inviting him within. The suddenness of her opening up to him excited him, as evident from his leering expression. That little dissatisfaction she had orchestrated made the pleasure he felt on entry into her pussy especially wonderful by contrast.

Now Nina turned on the words. "Oh, that's right! Mmmmm. I love it hard and deep. A little faster?"

As he gazed into her eyes, her face became mobile and expressive. She gave the perfectly alluring smiles, shy glances, and moans that were a large part of what made the experience so extraordinary for him.

"Oh, Eric!" she moaned with an urgent, sexy voice.

Eric was in heaven, thrusting his member deep into his mate, getting ready for the ejaculation that was the ultimate purpose of it all. He was focused in on his inner animal, and the animal was focused on fucking the cunt beneath him. That left his higher, human mind vulnerable, and Nina rewarded it with a variety of those alluring signals of respect, affection, and lust that the human mind craves.

They could see that Nina was letting her feminine nature go as well. Despite Eric's clumsy foreplay, she was fully aroused and approaching orgasm herself.

"Come, please!" she whispered. "I'm so ready it hurts! I can't come until you do! Deep inside me, Eric! Let it all go deep! Fuck my cunt, Eric! Ooo, I can feel it, yes, Eric, yes, ohhh!" she shouted. Eric squeaked out his pleasure as his cock unloaded his creamy seed deep inside of Nina. She shrieked with a 100% natural orgasm.

After a moment he rolled off of her. She stroked his cock and balls gently. It had been just 17 minutes since they entered the room. Fantastic sex for men wasn't necessarily long sex.

The video skipped to a faster speed at that point. Five minutes later, Nina sat up on the bed.

"When can I see you again?" asked Eric, trying not to sound too eager.

"Oh, let me think, I'm awfully busy... But I volunteer at the Parmenter For Senate campaign a lot. He's the Pragmatic candidate. If you stop by there I'm often in."

"OK!" Eric said eagerly.

The video switched to Nina addressing the camera head on.

"Eric is one of our most passionate and loyal volunteers. I give him sex pretty much like this every couple weeks, and it keeps him working. I'm involved with about 25 different men to some degree," she finished.

Parmenter was going to win her district by a landslide.

The plan was working perfectly.

---

It was the most important meeting to date, and there was only one girl for the job: Jill.

There was an open Senate seat in Oregon, and the other senator from the state was one Senator Isaac Goldman. He was popular, and his endorsement was eagerly sought by all the candidates in the Democratic primary.

Judging by their respective positions on the issues, pundits doubted Goldman would endorse Parmenter. The candidate had arranged a meeting, but it was not clear how many audiences he would be granted.

Parmenter was accompanied by only one aide, a girl who didn't look old enough to be a college graduate. "Senator Goldman, I'd like you to meet my assistant, Robin."

Isaac Goldman was an older man, and investigation had revealed he was happily married and had no history of dalliances. If one of the Pragmatic girls could have gotten him into bed, he would have been a goner -- but they couldn't. Jill's job was a subtle one.

They knew he had had a serious crush on a girl named Robin in high school. Goldman couldn't hide his surge of emotion as he beheld Jill for the first time. Jill extended her hand for a handshake, but something in the way she presented it had the aura of a debutante extending a hand to be kissed.

Jill was not dressed to emphasize her sexuality, she was dressed to emphasize her innocence -- and her demeanor was calibrated to match.

"Senator," she said demurely.

As Parmenter explained his positions on the issues and other endorsements, the senator tried unsuccessfully to keep his gaze from wandering to Jill. He couldn't help himself.

"Nice to meet you, sir," Jill said as they left. It was not a tone of seduction, which would have immediately raised the senator's defenses. It was a tone of frank, innocent pleasure. As she left, Jill knew some of the senator's thoughts. He knew that this Robin truly liked him, truly found him sexy and interesting, and was truly glad to have met him. He knew she was way too good a girl to ever try seducing him or to accept any advances from him. But oh, just to be in her presence now and then...

---

Richard Parmenter, Pragmatic candidate for Senate, whistled and pumped his fist as he hung up.

The half-dozen staff in the campaign headquarters turned to listen.

"He wants to meet again!" he said. "And he asked casually if Robin accompanies me regularly!"

---

As the years went by, the Pragmatic Faction became dominant within the Democratic Party, and the voters gave the Democratic Party a large, stable, ongoing grip on power.

How did they do it? One answer started with the time-honored observation that money rules politics. Under the influence of Jill, Cathy, and a handful of others, the Faction ruled money. Underneath it all, those rich men wanted to fuck more pussy, and the girls of the Faction were the ultimate in pussy. The pull of mating is very strong in the first place, and the girls knew how to intensify it to previously unknown levels.

The girls were too young to run for office themselves, but every Pragmatic candidate had a press secretary who mesmerized her listeners. Although it wasn't exactly advertised, those press secretaries were available to key individuals for fucking -- and somehow the men who were so rewarded were crazy for more. But just seeing those beauties expounding the candidate's positions had a subtle effect on ordinary men's votes.

With regard to women, there was the delicate matter of the girls having affairs with their husbands. This was handled in a number of ways. Some of the liaisons were platonic, as was Jill's with Senator Parmenter. In the standard cases where cock skewered cunt, girls would never tell, so simple discretion handled a great deal of it. Also, no girl ever stole a husband away from a woman -- the girls were absolutely forbidden from forming exclusive relationships with any of the targets of their wiles. Next, the key strategic assumption behind the Faction was the ability of women to control men through their sexual desires. When this philosophy became known, women began to care a bit less about affairs. Women tended to support the Faction because their issues on positions were ones most women supported -- generous maternity leave, reproductive freedom, and vigorous enforcement of the laws already on the books that made discrimination against women illegal. And in the end, of course, some women did oppose the Faction because of jealousy or disagreement on the issues.

Fundamentalists of all religions were opposed to the Faction's tactics on moral grounds. Their opposition was neutralized to some extent because a fair number of the leaders themselves fell victim to the charms of the Faction girls, so they lost energy dealing with scandal within their own ranks. To some extent, though, they were just outvoted. A party which commands a mere 51% of the vote in the vast majority of districts in the country can rule with only token opposition, and the Faction got far more than 51%.

Ultimately, the Faction earned the loyalty of the electorate through just plain old good government. Special-interest provisions were stripped away in rapid succession. Agricultural subsidies were phased out, there were no special breaks for energy companies or hospitals and insurance companies. Pork barrel projects and Pentagon boondoggles dried up. Labor unions were decertified in droves and the rights of labor were protected directly through the legislative process. Market capitalism was still the basis of the economy, but it was regulated. There were rules to protect the environment and public health, but the rules were sensible and consistent. With a level playing field, corporations worked within the regulations and used their creativity to make record profits within the regulated landscape. Those changes earned the gratitude of just about everyone. But all that took decades.

It sounds too good to be true. Human nature is immutable, and over time corruption, greed, and thirst for power erode good government.

One small bit of human nature had changed, however. A double shot of sperm and an aspirin gave girls and women powers of persuasion, but also insights which worked against that corruption, greed, and love of power. Only a few hundred women had ever gotten that treatment, but that was all it took. And there were only two people on earth who knew about the double shot with aspirin: Jill Ford and Cathy MacLean.

When the Pragmatics first controlled the Presidency, the House, and 60 votes in the Senate, Jill was 21 and Cathy was 20. Everyone knew they were close to the center of power with the Pragmatics, but few knew just how central they were. They never spoke in public, never granted interviews, and were seldom seen.

---

The President of the United States wanted to do some thinking about the thorny problem of the Israelis and Palestinians once more. She thought she had a promising approach, but it was very complicated.

Jill adopted her usual position for thinking. She lay back on her couch, naked, and pressed a key on her wrist phone.

A naked man came in, his most striking feature a copious growth of gray chest hair. He had serviced her many times before, but she hadn't bothered to learn his name. His body was pudgy and he wasn't especially handsome, in his late 60s, perhaps. His cock was hard, though.

"Come here, big man, and do me," she said. He approached, smiling a little, and eased himself down on her. She studied his face as he guided his cock to her pussy lips and began to push in. She was absentmindedly holding them open and wiggling her pelvis slightly, and she saw his intellect fade out and his animal brain take over.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Jill said. She raised her head to whisper in his ear, "Let yourself go: breed me!"

After all these years, she still wasn't quite sure exactly what happened in a man's brain at that point. No man could give an adequate explanation.

The control passed from mammalian brain to reptilian brain -- but that was too simple. His pelvis moved rapidly back and forth, his butt wiggling with each thrust inside her. His whole world was limited to his body and hers. The reptile's vision confirmed that his cock was thrusting deep into his mate's cunt. It wasn't going to pop out by accident and make him waste his seed. His entire being was focused on getting that cock in as deep as it could go, and thrusting back and forth with a frenzy, absorbing from the walls of her cunt the stimulation to signal his brain stem that it was time to shoot the sperm out. Time to impregnate his mate. Right on cue, she watched his man's body stiffen and his eyes close as the cum spurted out in rhythmic pulses. He moaned and continued his inward pistoning just to the point where his cock had delivered the last major blob of semen, then he started relaxing.

"Thanks for the sperm, big boy," she cooed, and he got up off her with a satisfied grin and headed to the exit door.

Since she was a young girl, she had known that that one act was at the heart of male nature, but her understanding had deepened with time. All his other instincts were prelude to that act. As a boy he tussled with the others, competed in games, and honed whatever skills would put him above the others. In the adult world, he jockeyed for the best job, the promotions and raises, all for the opportunity to translate his higher status into more fucking of fertile women.

Only the tiniest minority of ordinary men could fuck the President herself, but a few did. A few ordinary guys of no distinction whatsoever were invited to fuck the President and gave glowing press accounts. All the men knew it could happen to them. They could win the lottery without buying a ticket.

Men of power could easily have access to the President if they did what the Faction asked. Some of the Senators and Representatives were also well worth fucking, and those that weren't, including notably the men, all had staffers who could satisfy their constituents. The pattern continued all the way down to the town committees. In the early years, the Progressive Faction had had its most stunning successes in the Primary season in the caucus states. Voters in caucus states have to devote several hours to the process instead of casting a simple vote, and there was nothing to motivate a voter like the prospect of superb sex with whatever bombshell was associated with the Faction in that town.

The next man who entered was probably 30 or so. His cock was also hard and needed no encouragement from her before it could penetrate her. He too was a regular, and eagerly approached his prize and slid it in. His inner reptile engaged immediately, and he jammed himself into her with unusual force. He knew she liked him to come quickly, and his pulses started within seconds. He kept thrusting for many seconds after his final pulse of semen had shot up into her, and she wondered just what that was about.

"Thank you, Jonathan," she said.

He knew that was a command of dismissal, and his hard cock slid back out, her pussy tissues closing up after his glans as it exited.

"Miss President," he said with a mock salute. He was an official of no account, yet having just fucked her and delivered sperm up inside her, an important part of him felt superior to the President of the United States. She and her Faction members cultivated that feeling, while giving the right messages so he would remain loyal. Deep down, he went along because he wanted another chance to fuck one of the Faction. Manipulating a man like him was so easy.

She issued a different command and in walked the virgin boy Nathan. He had been with her the day before and had ejaculated prematurely. A big glob of his cum had arced up and hit her on the face. She had been surprised and annoyed, but then analyzed those feelings to advantage as she licked some of his cum and tasted it. People from the countryside counted themselves extraordinarily lucky to be chosen to meet the President at all and they only got one shot into her -- and he had missed. But he intrigued her, so she had set him at ease and suggested he try again the next day. Nathan was a genius as judged by test scores on the Putnam exam. Being a genius upped the odds of being asked to service the President. Being a virgin genius upped a guy's chances even more.

She had studied his reaction after his failed attempt the day before to see what insight into human nature it might give. She had wanted him to try again the next day because she wanted to see his reaction then as well. She made herself as alluring as possible as he approached, wanting to give him a challenge. If he failed again that would be even more interesting. But she saw his determined control as he approached her, virgin cock hard. That cock still had to learn exactly where it was supposed to shoot its load. Determined Nathan approached, and then she felt his great relief when his tip penetrated the Presidential pussy. Then she could see his brain surge with that incredible lift that comes from a first fuck, the first time the body has felt all those signals for mating coming together. Hot wetness, seeing his prong disappearing between a woman's legs, seeing the lithe figure and breasts and her beautiful smile. All systems screamed "ejaculate!" and within a few strokes he did, gasping with a priceless expression of mingled ecstasy, conquest, and surprise. That sudden shift from determined self-control before penetration to ecstasy afterwards was interesting. She wondered if she could harness some variant of that to further her political ends.

She felt and then saw his cock shriveling as he pulled out. Quite suddenly his lust gave way to anxiety and awkwardness. He was now in the presence of the President of the United States and didn't know what to do. She just remained silent and watched. He had been instructed to wait until he was dismissed. She kept him a good two minutes, watching as his cock subsided completely and his discomfort reached a sort of asymptote, changing no further, before dismissing him.

"Thanks, Nathan. That was special for me too," she added sincerely. "The local Faction members will be delighted to meet you," she said with a suggestive smile. Having geniuses among the party faithful was usually a good thing, if they were basically decent people. And Nathan was clearly a decent person.

Jill decided she had had studied male nature enough for the moment. She wasn't through with getting fucked, however -- she was just through with concentrating on it.

She pulled some stirrups out of the sides of her couch, stuck her feet in them, closed her eyes, and let her mind wander.

She was dimly aware of one man after another approaching, sliding in, humping, and spurting. Those men were all Washington bureaucrats who had done her before and knew the routine. With the couch at the right height, the men didn't need to lie down but could do her standing up. It was faster and less distracting for her. Sometimes she liked to see men's bodies above her, and even liked having them lie on her and mix their sweat with hers while gently squishing the Presidential breasts. But mostly she was content with the surge of the smooth, hard organ up inside her, the frenzied in and out motion, and the final urgent presses that heralded ejaculation.

After two hours, she had had enough. Twenty-five guys had ejaculated up inside her, but the semen from 25 men didn't stay. The intrusion of the next cock, and especially its deep penetration, forced most of the previous sperm out. But her bed had a funnel under her butt. The displaced semen drained into a vial that was part of a turkey-baster-style syringe. She now reached down to unfasten it and looked at the milky fluid. Several factors increased the amount the guys shot into her: her beauty, her smile, the alluring body language and words she had perfected, and the fact that she was a person of great power. Still, what each guy produced wasn't all that much, and she now had not even a quarter cup. She promptly lay back and injected it deep up her cunt where the men had put it originally with such animal passion. Then she chased it with a single aspirin tablet. She lay with her knees up, and the semen stayed there as long as no intruding cock pushed it out.

Aided by the aspirin, certain components were absorbed through her vaginal walls into her bloodstream. They helped her think creatively. Like most creative thinking, the vast majority was junk, but now and then a good idea came to her, and very occasionally a brilliant idea. When she had been but a tiny girl, she had discovered that the sperm of two men and an aspirin changed her perspective on life and empowered her dramatically. She and Cathy had discovered that four men's sperm gave them more subtle longer-range insights -- though at the cost of considerable physical illness. Now, as a woman of 37, she could take the sperm of any number of men chased by aspirin and feel no ill effects. She wasn't sure if the sperm past a dozen men actually helped, but it did no harm.

Jill herself had developed a strong sex drive at puberty, and it had never deserted her. She had been aroused by the thrusting of the 25 cocks she had taken, and she had even given in to a few mini-orgasms along the way. Now she wanted the real thing. She fingered her clit gently, and within about a minute let herself go with a fine, strong orgasm. It was at that moment, with a cunt full of cum and ecstatic pulses seizing her brain, that she was mostly like to have an interesting idea.

As her orgasm faded, an image came to her mind of a two-by-two square. "Muslims" and "Jews" labeled the columns, and "Devout" and "Secular" named the rows. In the four cells were slices of bacon of different sizes. The two religions shared a prohibition on eating pork. But each society had some people who observed that prohibition and some who didn't. Could she somehow incorporate that commonality as part of a message to calm hearts and minds? It might not be a brilliant idea, but it was an idea and it was new. If it still seemed interesting tomorrow, she would mention it in the next staff meeting on the Middle East.

---

Garrett Buffett Gates awaited her in the Lincoln bedroom. A bachelor of roughly her own age, Garrett commanded one of the largest fortunes on earth. Jill was happy to share her pussy with him at least once a month.

Men like a variety of sexual positions, but the truly fantastic experiences are to be had in the missionary position. Unlike a doggy-style, the woman's face and chest are fully visible, and unlike any position with a woman on top, the man's own thrusts cause his orgasm, at whatever tempo he likes best.

Garrett really had no idea why he found sex with the President so fantastic. He could say that as he held himself up on his arms he saw a gorgeous woman below him, breasts sloping artfully, legs spread wide, pussy inviting him within. He could quote some of the things she said to him, could mention her vaginal squeezes, could refer to how she strained her hips upward at him when she came. But that was only the half of it. If he shared that with a buddy, the guy would say, "So?"

What he would die for was something he couldn't put his finger on. Jill could, though, and she could have taught it, though only members of the Order of Two Shots Chased By Aspirin would truly get it. (The Order was a secret known only to her and Cathy, and none of the other members knew they were members).

Mostly she used standard techniques. However, Jill knew Garrett well enough that she could tune her caresses and wiggles and tone of voice and timing to exactly how he was feeling at a particular moment. All of the Pragmatic Girls could read a man's reactions and respond accordingly, but with a man she knew well, Jill was master.

Garrett knew he was fucking a woman in missionary position. He didn't understand how Jill's moan resonated with his raw adolescent desire, how her light touch on his left testicle had a more profound effect than it would have on his right, how her whisper met for a moment his need for true love.

He did know that about five minutes after sliding into the Presidential cunt, he convulsed with orgasm as he foamed her depths with his billionaire's seed.

Jill came too, a good, solid orgasm celebrating the mating desire of her inner mammal.

"That was great, Garrett."

"Yes, Miss President," he moaned, still catching his breath.

"See you later!" she said with a lilt as she put her robe back on and left.

---

It was a scandal to many that Speaker of the House Cathy MacLean lived at the White House. What about separation of powers? The simple answer was that the House was free to elect as Speaker anyone they chose, and the President of the United States could invite anyone she wanted to live in her digs.

Cathy and Jill did not forget their roots. Oscar also lived at the White House. He fucked either the Speaker or the President just about every day, and he was often their guest at breakfast. He had never left their household since the day they drove off from the farm in John's stolen truck. But he rarely actually slept the night with either of them. His primary sexual attraction was to pre-pubescent girls, but even as they grew into full-bodied women, Cathy and Jill had ample skill to resemble little girls in just the right ways.

Now, the two women settled down side by side in the presidential bed.

"How was your day, Miss Speaker?"

"Not too bad -- and yours, Miss President?"

"Fine, fine."

They hugged for a few minutes.

"Cathy, do you remember getting fucked by all four guys, day after day?"

"How could I forget? Pretty miserable, wasn't it?"

"It was totally awful. I only got fucked by two, in practice, while you did all four. It's easy to say in retrospect that it was all for the best, but that's not fair."

"No -- while it was happening, we had no idea it would ever stop."

"Whatever made me stick an aspirin up my pussy?"

They hugged some more.

Jill continued, "When did we first foresee this? -- I mean the Pragmatic dominance, not actually being Speaker and President."

"Right after the double-double, right?"

"We saw the glimmers, I guess. But I never believed it would actually happen."

"No, me neither. Well, maybe I did. I can't really sort it out from my memories."

The two rested.

Jill said, "There's so much to do! Life was sure simpler when all we had to do was spread our little legs once or twice a day."

They both laughed.

"I've got three more years to this term, then hopefully four more. You could have two terms. That's fifteen more years. I guess we can do a lot in that time, but there's just so much to do. I don't mind the fucking part -- that's fun. It's all the meetings, meetings, meetings."

"Delegate, my dear, delegate."

Conversation over, the two slowed their thoughts and relaxed. Cathy was nearly asleep when Jill spoke.

"Cathy, there's one thing I think I need to do."

"What's that?"

"Want to guess?"

"Hmmmm." Cathy sat up and looked at the President. "Your dad?" she said, eyes wide open.

"Yes."

---

Jill's mother had killed herself five years after her initial arrest. Jill regretted she hadn't been able to talk with her, but she knew full well it wasn't her fault.

It was known that she was estranged from her father. Rumors were that he had abused her when she was little. The media checked him out during the campaign, but as there was little to report, they left him alone.

He lived alone on the third floor of an apartment building and earned a living doing piecework data entry for a health insurance company. The computer skills that he had used to earn good money during Jill's youth were soon out of date. His obsession with Jill, his time at John's farm, and his efforts to get over it had all taken a toll on him. When he tried to return to use his technical skills again, he had been unable to catch up.

Since the early days of the Faction, one very sensitive assignment had been monitoring him now and then to see if he was approaching any little girls, but he wasn't.

He sat at his computer on a crisp October Wednesday morning. If he had been a bit more observant, Bruce might have noticed a certain amount of commotion as the Secret Service surrounded his building and people commented on it.

He answered his door buzzer.

"Who is it?" he asked irritably. Religious fanatics, political candidates, and obnoxious entrepreneurs were his only callers.

"It's me, daddy. Jill. Can I come talk with you?"

"Um ... OK, sweetie," he said, heart pounding and mind reeling.

That sounded like his little girl. But she was President, wasn't she? Or was he going crazy?

When he opened the door, a friendly man in a suit begged his pardon and took a quick look around before motioning Jill in and leaving the two of them alone.

He only glanced up at her briefly; he couldn't hold her gaze.

"I'm proud of you, honey," he said.

"Thanks," said the President. "But that's not why I'm here."

Jill knew he was 64, but he looked older. Jill started stripping.

"Jill! What are you ... ? No, honey!"

"Yes, daddy. Your little girl needs you."

He let her take his hand, then let her start unbuttoning his shirt.

She was a mature woman now, and looked totally different from the little girl he had last seen thirty years before, but he could also feel the similarity. She knew he could.

"Come on, daddy," she said, coaxing the naked man to his bed. His cock was hard, and with a mere touch here and sweet word there, he was on top of her, entering her pussy once more. One part of her that hadn't grown to speak of in the past thirty years was her pussy. That had already been adult size way back then.

Jill's once more took in the smell and touch of her daddy, the man who had fucked her so many times, starting at such a young age. She attended to her feelings and delved into the free associations. Even with all her training and insight, her equanimity was strained.

Her chore, it had been, to let him fuck her. Her chore.

There he was, grunting and pushing, humping away, drive towards orgasm. Although she had deftly maneuvered him into this position, he had been so easy to maneuver. There was his male animal, humping away, ready to ejaculate inside his mate, his dumb animal trying once more to conceive a child. Never mind that she was his daughter, that he had raped her for years and delivered her to other men for their pleasure, that he hadn't seen her in thirty years, and that she was the President of the United States.

After five minutes, she had absorbed from the experience all she wanted; she had wrestled with her feelings long enough. She could also feel his cock starting to soften just a little.

"OK, daddy," she said in a little girl's voice. "Come for me, daddy."

He did, with a groan, spurting over and over. Jill judged he hadn't come in at least a week.

Emerging from his orgasmic fog, he came to his senses.

"Oh sweetie!" he said. "I shouldn't have done that!" He sighed.

"It's OK, daddy," she said. "I seduced you, and you didn't have a chance. You didn't have a chance -- this time."

She continued, "But what about thirty years ago?" She started tearing up. "It was my chore. How could fucking her father ever be a girl's chore?"

"I ... I was sick, Jill, I was sick."

"Don't hide behind 'sick'!" she said, heatedly. "You had a choice. You could have stopped yourself. You knew it was wrong. But you went right ahead! 'Treating' my vagina. Bullshit! That wasn't just an impulse of lust! That was a plan, carried out over days! And then making it my 'chore'!"

She could see her father truly grappling with his demons, looking within himself and seeing once more what he did not like. "I was terrible, Jill. It was my fault, and I take responsibility, and I apologize." He met her gaze.

"That's a start," the President noted with a brief sob.

"I ... I regret what I did every day, or at least every week."

Jill crashed her fist down on the bed.

"Every week?" she shouted.

"Yeah, well, I couldn't live with myself if I thought about it all the time. And it's confusing, too, since you and your group rose to power and all the good you're doing, and then you're President. It must be related, right?"

"That has nothing to do with it!" she shouted. "It wasn't one iota less wrong!"

"I know, I know," her dad continued, confused. "It's just hard to keep it all separate."

Jill looked at the graying, confused, and very, very imperfect man who had been her father, and she started crying.

"Oh, um ...," said her father. He then continued, softly, "Is there anything I can do right now?"

"Yes," the President sniffled. "Hold me."

And while Jill didn't quite fit in his arms the way she used to, her head still fit on his chest and he could cradle her torso.

She cried, and he rocked her gently. She stopped for a minute now and then, but then she would start up again.

From the hall, low voices could be heard consulting, voices that conveyed uncertainty and concern, but no one knocked.

Finally, after 45 minutes, the President wearily sat up on the bed next to her father.

"Even when you were being a pedophile asshole slimeball turd, you still loved me, didn't you?"

"I ... It felt that way," he said humbly.

She put her hand on his shoulder. "I forgive --" She paused, then took a breath. "I'm working on forgiving you." After another pause, "But I do love you."

With that the President rose, cutting off whatever reply he might have been formulating.

"Bye, daddy," she said.

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