She
was half a block away when I saw her crumple to the sidewalk, clutching
her chest. A few people gathered quickly near her, but they just stood
around, looking confused and uncertain.
I jogged towards the
little knot of people. My own heart was pounding as I knelt on the
ground and turned her to face me. She was hideous. Her skin was heavily
wrinkled, her nose long and crooked, and she had unsightly moles on her
cheeks and chin. She must be at least 80, I thought.
It looked
like a case for CPR. I had taken a course a long time ago -- ten years,
maybe? -- but thought I still remembered how it went. I shook her and
asked urgently, "Are you OK? Are you OK?" Her eyes fluttered open
briefly and she gave the very slightest shake to her head.
My
next step was to listen for a heartbeat. I pressed my ear to her chest
and heard nothing except my own heart racing with anxiety. She hadn't
bathed in a while, and her clothes were stained. I grabbed her wrist
and tried to find a pulse there. I listened to her chest again, tried
to find a wrist pulse again, shouted again for her to say if she was
OK. Looking at her hideous face, I thought: If there is a God anywhere,
please deliver me. But there was no pulse.
"It's OK," a woman said from nearby. "It was her time to go."
But
I had my own inner compass. She was still a person, and she needed
help. "Call 911," I commanded. "Tell them there is a person
unconscious, and I'm starting CPR." I knew that was the best shot at
getting help fast.
"I don't know, man, I think you're wasting
your time," said a middle-aged fellow, but he was pulling out his cell
phone as he spoke.
I started with the chest pumps. Straddling
her I placed my palms together and pressed firmly but deep, fifteen
times. Was I remembering this right? No matter -- I would do my best.
I
then shut my eyes and bent over to find her mouth. As if she wasn't
repulsive enough already, her breath was foul. "Still," I said to
myself, retching inwardly, "I will try." I locked lips with hers and
gave a big breath. I could see her chest rise slightly as the air
flowed in, then fall. I gave another breath, then a third. I went back
to her chest and pressed deeply and evenly fifteen times, then with
tears in my eyes returned to her face to give more breaths. What had I
gotten myself into? I had heard that if you start CPR and then stop,
you can be sued. If you are prudent and never start, no one can find
you guilty of anything. How many minutes would we have to wait for an
ambulance?
I bent to her mouth for the third time, and as I
finished the last of that set of breaths, the ninth overall, the hag
took in a sharp breath of her own, then started panting. Her eyes
opened. She looked at me, and then reality shifted.
Sounds
died down, the car that had been driving down the street was no longer
moving. Colors became brighter. That was very strange, probably a trick
of my imagination given what I had just been through. I sat back,
dazed. After a minute to gather her strength, the woman pushed herself
to a sitting position and fixed me with an intense gaze.
"You gave me mouth-to-mouth to save me!" She cackled and looked again.
"Maybe there's more hope for the world than I thought."
After a few moments I spoke, "Just doing what I thought was right," I
said.
"You're going to get rewarded, you know," she said.
"Oh,
that's fine, but there's no need," I said. What could this crone give
me that wouldn't feel more like an insult than a reward? I imagined a
twenty dollar bill, or maybe even just a quarter. I wouldn't have done
what I just did for a thousand dollars, maybe not for ten. It was only
my sense of morality that pushed me through my revulsion.
"Say, young man. What do you think I am? If I told you I'm not just an
old lady, what would you guess?"
There was no doubt in my mind. If she was one of the archetypes of the
human imagination, she was a witch.
"Ummmm," I said, turning a bit red.
"You
can say it," she said. "I know I'm old and ugly and smell bad -- sorry
about that last bit, that's the one thing I could have controlled, but
I really wasn't planning on a heart attack."
Well, honesty was required. "Ummm, a witch?" I said in a meek voice.
"Yes,
indeedy!" she said. "And for having the goodness of heart to perform
mouth-to-mouth on an old, smelly, ugly hag, your reward will be rich
indeed! For although I don't like to brag, I am a very important and
powerful witch." She paused. "What is your wildest dream?"
"Oh!" I said. "These things never end well, do they? There's always
some catch. Like 'The Monkey's Paw?'"
"Nonsense!" she said. "That's only in stories."
"Well," I said without conviction. "A new car? How about a sports car?"
"That's not enough," she said. "Think about it more."
A
longing crept unsteadily back to me, accompanied by dread. I knew what
I wanted most in life, but was happier when I didn't think about it,
because I could never have it.
"How about a nice new house with my own private chef?" I said.
"No," she said, then paused to stare at me. "You're hiding something."
I
knew my desire was lurking just below the surface, but I also knew I
would be happier not thinking about it. Just one tender kiss, a single
tender kiss, was denied me forever. "Ten million dollars! Three women
who will meet my every sexual whim!"
She sighed. "Now you're
lying. Very well." She raised her hand, pointed a crooked finger at me,
and mumbled a few words in a strange tongue.
Words came from my
mouth, but they were not words I chose. It sounded like my voice, but
it wasn't. "I want to rape and fuck little girls. Lots of them. I want
to pull down their panties and touch them all over down there, then I
want to stick my cock into their little cunts and press deep and come
way up inside." What awful thoughts! True, I had fantasized about doing
things inside of girls' underpants, but nothing like that!
Then
I realized that it was me talking, it was just me with every last
inhibition removed. I was spelling out a raw, primitive, self-indulgent
fantasy more complete than I had ever even let myself imagine before.
My
shockingly uninhibited self spoke more. "But I don't want to hurt them
at all. I want them to love it and thank me for raping them. I want
them to wrap their little arms around me and squeeze me tight because
they love me." I felt some relief. Apparently some sense of compassion
and fairness survived when all inhibitions were gone.
The witch
looked a little shocked. "Oh shit," I thought, "now she's going to turn
me into a stink bug, crush me halfway, and leave me on my back,
wriggling in agony until I give my final twitch and die." Then I
realized that I had said it out loud!
She gave a wan smile at my
fantasy of her wrath, but her attention shifted back to the reward. She
looked at me for over a minute. "I admit it sounds kind of sick to me,"
she said. "But you say you don't want to hurt them. Would you want to
have sex with little girls if it hurt them? Even just made them feel
guilty? Even if it was years later?"
I had no idea what my deepest unconscious would reply to those
questions. To my relief, "No" was the word that came out.
"Have you ever molested a little girl?" she asked.
"No." That was clear.
"Ever thought about it?"
"Fantasized, yes."
"Ever come close to doing it? Made plans for it?"
"No."
She paused. "Do you like having sex with grown women?"
"No."
"Is there anyone you want to do it with except little girls?"
"No."
"So,
let me think," she said, mostly to herself. "You want to get into
little girls' pants, but you never would because you know it would hurt
them. Your brain is wired a little funny..." She stopped and looked at
me, "But don't think I judge you for that. My brain is wired funny
too!" She cackled a bit. Returning to her reverie, she continued, "Your
brain is wired a little funny, and you can't have what you want in
life. But despite that bitter disappointment, you have what it takes to
give CPR to a disgusting, smelly hag."
The witch smiled, then
raised her finger at me and said a single word, and I felt the truth
spell pass. Now I could lie or reframe the truth or at least stay
silent when asked an embarrassing question. I had never realized before
how precious those abilities were.
She mumbled to herself. "This is going to take some work," she said to
me.
"But -- I don't want to do those things! They're just fantasies!"
She
ignored me and mumbled to herself some more. With a sly smile she
asked, "You want to force yourself on the girl, eh? Rape her?"
I shook my head. "Heavens no! That would be awful!"
The witch sighed, lifted her finger, about to squeeze the truth out of
me.
"OK,
OK!" I heard myself say. "I guess I do!" The witch's finger dropped as
she gave a crooked smile. I could feel myself burning with shame. "At
least some of the time." She seemed to accept that.
"Very well, I think I can do all this for you, but only on one
condition. And you may not like the condition.
"Little girls are meant to have little pussies. I can't let you stretch
a girl out with your big grown-up cock."
I wasn't seeing how this was going to work. How do you conquer and rape
a girl without a cock?
"You
and a little girl are out of proportion. I can't have you stretching
her to your size. But I could make you the right size for her."
A tiny cock? Like a little boy's? Giving up my manhood?
"Here
is a design for your cock," she said, and a rotating 3-D image appeared
in the air between us. "If you are willing to have this improved cock,
you can have all the little girls you want."
The hologram did
not show a tiny cock. It showed an ordinary one -- erect, and a little
bigger than mine, I noticed. But it had a unique feature. There was a
growth sticking out the tip, a miniature cock on a cock.
"You
stick this little part in the little girl and let her pussy stay small
like it's supposed to, but this tip here is just as sensitive as the
big one. Your spurt will go out the end of this small one into your
little darlings. A two-stage cock, kind of like a rocket."
I smiled. "How much experience has a witch like you had with cocks?" I
heard myself ask, with embarrassing impertinence.
"More
than you'd think, young man, far more than you'd think. And not just
from making myself young and beautiful with a spell. I really was young
if not exactly beautiful once, but very horny. And I knew lots of
cocks. In the biblical sense. So would you like a two-stage cock?"
"Can
I still use the big part on big girls? The ones with grown-up pussies?"
I wasn't so turned on by grown women, but there was that in-between
age...
"Yes," she said.
"And I could fuck -- I mean have intercourse with -- little girls?"
"Yes."
I considered.
"But how do I get little girls, without hurting them and without going
to jail?"
"Here's
how it works," she said. "First, there is something called "quick
time". We're in it right now. See how everything else is frozen?"
I nodded.
"You
must learn some incantations. When you want to get into this magical
quick time, say 'Freeze.' When you are all finished, you say 'Thaw.'
Think you can remember those?"
"Ummm. Yeah, I think I can manage that much." She was teasing me.
"Then
go up to the little girl and kiss her gently on the lips -- after my
lips you deserve as many pairs of sweet young lips as you want! As you
do, she will come out of frozen time to join you in quick time. You
will see a sort of ghostly outline showing where she was when she
unfroze, and to go back to real time she has to assume the same
position. After a while she will get anxious and want to go back. You
can't keep her out in quick time more than an hour.
"Meanwhile,
your cock will get hard -- no performance problems for you! When she
comes to life, you get to catch her and rape her.
"When you
ejaculate in her, that little blob of semen will send her into
something better than an orgasm. It's like a huge orgasm, a chocolate
sundae, peace, love and joy all wrapped up into one!
"She will
then think raping her was the most noble, wonderful act a man ever
performed. To freeze her again just kiss her on her little nose." The
witch absently rubbed her fingers against her own prominent, crooked
nose. "When she's back in normal time she won't remember anything.
"See how that solves all the problems?"
I
considered. I had a way of getting the girls alone, I could rape them
and they would end up loving it, and then they wouldn't tell anyone.
"Yeah, I guess I do!"
"So, you want the new cock?"
I gulped. "Yes," I said in a quiet voice.
I felt my cock inside my pants churning around.
It hurt. "Ouch!" I cried, but the pain stopped as suddenly as it had
begun.
"It
was no small feat!" She started mumbling, "I might win an Elegant Magic
award for that -- letting a pedophile live out his wildest dreams,
without any bad consequences," then continued in a louder voice, "Not
that that had anything to do with it, not at all! Pure gratitude, that
was it!"
The witch returned her attention to the knot of frozen
people around us. "I can fix my heart up with spells, but I'll let the
ordinary doctors do their ordinary things too. It saves my energy," she
mumbled. She lay down where she had been.
The colors dimmed to
normal and the car on the street moved forward again. Before long the
ambulance arrived, and at least they didn't grill me. They had only a
few routine questions, then I was free to go.
I
rushed home and went straight to the bedroom to see how my new cock
matched the blueprint I had been shown. It was still circumcised; the
witch had left that alone. In its flaccid state my cock looked pretty
much like it always had, though at the very tip where the fluids come
out it looked a little more complicated, with an extra fold of skin. I
lay on my bed thinking about little girls and soon enough my cock rose.
When my erection was full I looked again.
The protrusion at the
tip was about two inches long and about as thick as a drinking straw.
Stroking the sides of my natural old-style "first stage" cock felt as
good as it ever had. I tentatively explored the new part. It was as
stiff as an ordinary cock, with the same combination of flexibility and
firmness. Unlike an ordinary cock it was slick with plenty of
lubrication. The very tip did look just like the tip of an ordinary
penis in miniature. As I tentatively rubbed it between my finger tips
it felt even more exquisite than the first stage. Kind of like a
clitoris, I speculated.
I rubbed it gently, and quite soon the
exquisite pleasure gave way to a magnificent orgasm. I felt my loins
convulsing rhythmically. The milky fluid that plopped off the end of my
little mini-cock wasn't much, maybe the volume of a large pea. It was a
bit disappointing, but I figured if I had signed up for a mini-penis I
would have to settle for a mini-ejaculation too. Perhaps that, too, was
in proportion to the little girls? Yet in terms of sensation it was far
from a mini-orgasm. As my cock shrank the little mini-penis at the end
rapidly slid back inside.
My body worked as she had promised. What about the rest?
Could
I ever trust her promise that I could force myself on a little girl and
she would end up loving it? Could I count on the little girl not
remembering any of it? I could imagine the parental reaction if their
daughter told them how a grown man had pulled her pants down and shoved
his thingy up her private spot. Things would get no better if she told
them how great it had felt.
Finally, there was the question of
morality. Could I rape little girls? Perhaps my pedophilic self,
awakened and expectant, corrupted me. The girls would like it and thank
me for it. Surely that made it a good act, didn't it? Besides, I
deserved some happiness in life too.
My
name is Mark, and as this story began I lived in Richmond, Virginia. At
age 28 I worked as the Associate Special Assistant to the Deputy
Under-Director of Revised Efficiency of Information Management Systems
at a large corporation. With that title, you might expect I would be
wearing a suit and working 9 to 5. Actually, I set my own hours and
worked from home most days.
I had some male friends, but I
didn't have a woman in my life and hadn't had one for some time. I
could never keep girlfriends for long because I just wasn't that
attracted to them. They were good company. In the bedroom I got it up,
I penetrated them, and I came. I was an adequate lover, but it felt
more like a duty than a special act that would create a lasting bond.
My loins burned only for little girls.
I had buried those forbidden desires, but the witch had called them
forth again. Then she had given me a way to fulfill them.
The
next day I set out walking in search of a girl. As usual, it didn't
take long to find one that made my heart skip a beat. This one looked
to be about six and was walking hand in hand with her mother. Just the
kind that I dreamt about when I masturbated. As we were about to pass
on the sidewalk, I mumbled under my breath, "Freeze". The mother and
girl stopped in mid-stride. Sounds ceased. The colors got a little
brighter.
As promised, my cock was hard.
I approached the
girl and her mother, both completely rigid. I knelt before the girl. I
figured I could appreciate her a bit before I kissed her. I ran my hand
along her warm cheek, then down her front. I even slid a hand up under
her dress a bit. But the cloth was frozen in place like the hardest
wood.
I brought my face close to hers and gazed into her eyes. Just being
that close to a girl made my spirits soar.
My
lips approached hers to within a millimeter. I am about to rape you, I
thought, and you're going to thank me for it! Unbelievable! I then
closed my eyes and touched my lips to hers. Quickly I felt the lips
melt from hard to soft, then felt her stir. She gasped with surprise
and fear, seeing a stranger appearing out of nowhere and feeling her
mother beside her as hard as wood.
Although I looked at her with tenderness, she naturally started backing
away.
I
grabbed her wrist. "Come over here," I said, pulling her along to the
grass. "Do what I say, and everything will be all right, OK?" She
nodded uncertainty.
"Lie down," I said. After she lay down I
flipped her dress up and ran my hands along her thighs. She kept her
legs together. "Lift your butt." As she did, I grabbed her panties and
slid them down to her ankles.
I then pulled my own pants and
underpants down to free my unique but very hard penis. She looked
frightened. "Spread your legs apart," I commanded. She hesitated, her
eyes fixed on my cock. "Do it!" Her legs spread. I then paused to enjoy
the sight of her little smooth pussy lips, then stroked them, then
gently pulled them apart. Inside were all the parts of a woman, in girl
miniature. There was her little cunt opening -- and I felt an
overwhelming urge to get into it, as I had fantasized about for years.
I leaned over her and brought my organ in close to her immature pussy.
I hadn't thought much about hymens, but there was a hole in it. There
always is, I discovered. I poked the tiny tip against her little
opening and pressed.
My top-stage lubrication let me glide in
smoothly. Waves of pleasure coursed through me as she engulfed my
little mini-cock. I felt no strain or pressure. The proportions were
right. She looked dazed and upset, but there was no sign of pain. I
began a little back and forth motion. Quickly I had my two inches
inside, and started thrusting in and out. My regular "lower stage" tip
bumped against her inner pussy lips each time. I was going to ejaculate
inside this dear, sweet child, and it wasn't going to be long. My
strokes got faster. As I felt my tip pressing deep up inside her, my
pleasure built up and burst out as orgasm. I felt my loins pulse and
felt the most satisfying waves of pleasure of my entire life.
I
was so possessed by my own pleasure that I missed the start of the
change that came over her. A second after my little gob of semen
plastered her little cunt, she too went into an intense bliss. She
didn't seem to notice when I pulled out and flopped down beside her.
Her orgasm lasted longer than mine, and as it let up she kicked her
panties off, turned over and cuddled close against my side, draping her
top leg across my stomach. "That was amazing," she whispered. She
covered my neck and face with kisses.
I shifted down to examine
her between her legs. She happily spread them apart. As I spread her
pussy lips I saw her hole, looking just like a little girl's ought to
look. The hymen still covered it most of the way. I had indeed fucked
her and possessed her and ejaculated inside her, yet her girl parts
were still the right size for a little girl. I liked that. I liked that
very much. The proportions were in harmony.
I became anxious
about the next part of the process, returning her to normal time. We
dressed, and I got her straightened up as much as possible. She knew
without my telling her to get back into her spot where her shadow
shimmered, holding her mother's hand. I knelt, stroked her tummy and
legs a little, then kissed her on the nose.
I resumed the
position where I had been when I froze time. I didn't have to be in
that spot, but since I had frozen the world while I was in their sight,
it would be quite strange for them if I was suddenly somewhere else.
They would see me vanish into thin air. I made a note to myself to go
into and out of quick time where people weren't watching me.
"Thaw,"
I said. The ordinary world came upon us again. I turned to watch the
girl as she walked away. She looked a little unsteady, and I heard her
mother say, "Walk straight, Liz!"
So Liz was her name. I had
just conquered and fucked Liz, age six. No one saw it, and she ended up
loving it. Her little vagina remained small and unstretched the way it
should be. And she didn't remember the experience, so she couldn't tell
anyone!
I
wanted more. Walking down the street I found another girl, this one
walking between her parents. She looked to be about four. She had wavy
brown hair that swept down past her shoulders, and a perfect little
face with brown eyes and an innocent smile. She was wearing a pink top
and black and white patterned shorts.
Just after I passed them I
whispered "Freeze" under my breath. I sidled up to her frozen figure
and knelt before her. After appreciating her face from close range I
gently put my lips on hers. She melted into a real live girl. When she
saw me she recoiled in fear and leaned back against her mother, but her
mother was of course frozen in place like a statue. I grabbed her hand
and said, "Come with me." She pulled back hard and started screaming. I
quickly looked around but didn't see anyone. I hadn't thought to ask
the witch if anyone else shared this dreamy quick-time space with us.
This
little girl was struggling for all she was worth, so this would have to
be a forcible rape. She would thank me for it later, I reminded myself
-- then set about subduing her with relish. I forced her down on the
grass. She wiggled and kicked, so I pinned her hands with mine and her
thighs with my knees.
"Hold still!" I shouted. She stopped, frightened. "What's your name?"
"Alison," she said meekly.
"Nice.
Now, Alison, pull your shorts and panties down so I can get at you
between the legs." She started struggling again. "Do it!" I shouted.
"Or else!"
She quieted, regarding me with dread. I released her,
and she quickly unfastened the shorts and lifted her hips to pull them
partway down her thighs.
"To your ankles!" I said. "Now spread
your legs." There was her set of demure pussy lips. As she spread her
legs, they opened just a tiny bit. I spread them further and found the
little pussy opening that is always there, in every single girl. I
pushed my own pants and underpants down and leaned over, my slick and
hard little tip homing in on her opening. I violated her gently, if
that makes sense, as I felt my little cock slide into her. Her little
tube was hot. I wanted to come in her little cunt and saw no reason to
delay. Her hot pussy tube was surrounding my very sensitive little
penis as I moved insistently in and out. I saw tears in her eyes as I
went over the edge into blissful spasm. "Oh, Alison!" I moaned.
A
second later she relaxed with a smile and groaned, "Oh, so nice... so
nice." She lay panting in an ecstatic daze. When she slowly sat up, she
smiled at me. She reached between her legs to investigate. "You put it
up there?" she wondered dreamily. "Thank you!" she said.
My primal urges returned. "I want to do it again," I said.
"Sure,"
she said, lying back, looking at me with rapture and spreading her
little pussy lips. I poked once again into the little tyke, who was
entirely willing this time, and gave her another little blob.
After
enjoying resting and stroking her soft skin for a while, I scrambled up
myself and she put herself together. Then she launched herself at me,
catching me unawares, and I had to quick catch her to keep her from
falling. She pressed her entire front against me and wrapped her legs
around behind my back, kissing me. Much as I enjoyed her affection, my
back started getting tired. I set her down, returned her to her shadow
and kissed her nose.
I went crazy with lust. July was upon us, and an excellent place to
fulfill my desires was the beach.
A
little girl of eight was sunbathing on her back, wearing a flimsy black
top and yellow bikini bottoms. First I lay on the motionless girl, and
as I kissed her I felt her wooden form become soft and start squirming
beneath me. All I had to do was slide her bikini bottoms aside, spread
her lips just a bit, and feel exquisite pleasure as I violated her.
"No, no..." she moaned.
"Oh yes," I whispered, "yes, yes!" She
didn't struggle. I was discovering that girls varied in their reaction
to impending rape, and I liked the variety. Although it was a violation
it was a considerate one, one that didn't stress her tissues at all. I
felt my mini-penis bathed in friendly warmth, sliding back and forth on
its own lubrication. I was discovering that little girl cunts also
varied in how they felt. Judy's had a satiny texture that stimulated my
mini-penis strongly with each stroke.
I surged deep until my
"first stage" tip pressed against her little pussy lips, and then the
satin had its effect and with a mere three strokes I pulsed my seed
inside her. When the magic drop pulsed from the end of the organ, her
entire body changed. She then cried her own, "Ohhhh, yes, yes!" and
relaxed.
"I love you," she cooed, somewhat to my surprise.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Judy," she said from her daze.
She
looked at me with total adoration, so I figured I could take some time
to enjoy her body. I kissed her gently and she responded. I stroked her
light brown hair, kissed her ear, and moved my face lower. I pushed her
black top up and licked and sucked her little nipples. She stroked my
hair gently.
I kept lowering myself until my face was between
her legs. I had never looked at a little girl's privates in detail.
With Judy eager to do anything I asked, I made a leisurely
investigation.
There were the smooth puffy outer lips, which
were usually shut to protect their precious contents from the dangers
of the world. Delicate inner lips formed the second line of defense.
Within those flaps the skin was reddish and moist, the kind of skin
that the human body uses for its inner parts. Inside was her tiny pee
hole, and above it the inner lips gracefully curved up and joined right
at a little hood. I knew the tiny clitoris waited within, biding its
time. When hormones woke her, the pleasure it brought her would
contribute to her mating urgency.
The organ I had just been
penetrating with my little penis was the other way, down past the
pee-hole. The little opening was visible with a bit of skin partially
covering it. Nature intended this part of her to remain dormant until
the hormones woke it, and you would never know I had just fucked it. My
upper-stage penis was so small that I had been able to penetrate,
thrust, and ejaculate, feeling total satisfaction, while her vagina
remained dormant, harmoniously proportioned for a girl her age.
I was curious. "Let me know if this hurts, OK?"
"OK."
I
pressed my little finger against her cunt opening, finding a space in
her hymen that was easily big enough for it. I slid my finger gently up
inside her.
After appreciating her perfect legs as they rose to
meet at this magical juncture between her legs, I slowly returned to
Judy's face where I kissed more.
I snuggled with Judy a brief
while, but then my eyes strayed to the beauty on the next towel. I
wanted her too. Since I had forced myself on Judy pretty much where she
lay, little adjustment was required to get her aligned with the outline
that marked where she should be to return to real time. I arranged her
in the right spot, then kissed her goodbye on the nose. I started
admiring the next girl while letting my cock recover.
As I set
about raping her in her turn, her bathing suit bottoms in turn brushed
aside to reveal her girl treasures. I with urgency and ecstasy shot my
cum inside her, and once again redeemed the rape by giving her the most
intense pleasure imaginable.
Perhaps
it was related to my ejaculation being limited to a single small blob
of cum, or perhaps the witch had just been kind. In any event, I
required virtually no down time. My tiny penis was ready to intrude
into the next cunt in under a minute, if I wanted. I could do the same
girl two or three times in a row if I wanted, all the times after the
first with an entirely willing girl, eager to do whatever she could to
ensure my pleasure. I never wanted oral sex with my reconfigured penis,
but I never tired of the demure vaginas that are standard issue on
every little girl.
Meghan had a mane of curly brown hair and a
mischievous smile. She was eleven, and her body showed some breast
development and a bit of hips. Her smile turned to fear only long
enough for me to get into her bikini bottoms, up her cunt, then give
her a few urgent wiggles and a spurt. After raping her into ecstatic
submission I investigated to find some downy pubic hair. On a more
leisurely reprise, I found that her cunt was in-between size. After my
top-stage cock had gone into her easily, the bottom-stage tip pressed
tantalizingly against her opening. It was almost big enough to let me
in, but not quite.
Alice was sitting in the sand playing. She
had the most adorable tousled blond hair and blue eyes, and when she
looked at me walk by in ordinary time she smiled. I froze time and
nuzzled her for a long time without kissing her awake. She wasn't
afraid when I woke her, just curious. When I reached down into her
shorts I realized she had diapers on. Come to think of it, she looked
like she was about two. But somewhat to my surprise, I wanted to get
into her pussy anyway. Since she was in no distress and was even
giggling a little, I took my time matching my baby strokes to her baby
twat before sending her over the edge into sheer bliss. Her little cunt
gripped me more tightly and intimately than most others.
I spied
a little girl Carol in a pink two-piece with a little butterfly on her
chest as part of the suit. She had shortish red hair tied in ponytails
and a vague, dreamy face. She looked about three. I wanted her cunt, so
I took it. She was pliant enough that I sat her on my lap and bounced
her up and down gently on my mini-cock before tucking the elixir of
girl happiness deep inside her.
I like girls who are in the
throes of puberty as well, and with Mary I found a cunt that -- while
virgin -- was big enough for my usual full-size penis. After the little
penis had easily pushed into her private tube I wanted to drive deeper.
The lower stage pressed against her hymen, stretching it. I wanted
more. I pressed and tore it. Mary yelped and cried a little. With
pleasure from both of my cock stages coursing through me, I didn't
delay long before coming in her too. And suddenly her dreamy ecstasy
made her forget all about her hymen.
A couple times after I had
commanded a big girl to stay still while I fucked her, I noticed her
excitement building. A few girls do find rape highly arousing. I often
held back in those cases and brought the girl to a real, old-fashioned
orgasm. Only after that one subsided did I dose her with my little blob
of semen to flood her with transcendent joy.
I refined my
technique for initiating a rape. I found that the best way to achieve
compliance without struggle was to first hold the girl very firmly
about the middle, then as my lips drew back from melting her, say in a
firm, commanding voice something like "Don't struggle, and no one will
get hurt." A surprising number of girls obeyed their rapist very
calmly. In this case it worked out well for them!
Summer ended, and with it the festival of little girls on the beach.
In
my hunger to mate, to conquer, to violate -- but also to bring
transcendent joy -- I started working my way through the entire Pine
Woods Elementary School. Doing it outdoors during recess felt more
romantic than using a classroom floor, though I used both. In both
places I took to bringing my own unfolding camping mattress. That
served to keep each girl's clothes clean and also cushion her little
bottom from the weight of my body as it rhythmically shoved into her. I
brought it with me into quick time and unfolded it near where the rapes
were to take place.
Dozens of times little jeans and panties
dropped to reveal precious little girl parts. Dozens of dresses were
hitched up and panties yanked down or shoved aside. I spread the
protecting pussy lips aside and promptly poked into the young vaginas
and graced each with a drop of enchanted semen that gave a better high
than the strongest cocaine.
One development made all this much
easier. I knew that a girl would remember nothing of her experience
after returned to real time. But the witch had said nothing about what
would happen if I did the same girl a different day. I found out with
six-year-old Bethany. I chose her because her cunt had been especially
warm in temperature and pulsed rhythmically, and I hungered to feel it
again.
For my reprise, I began in the usual way. I grabbed her
around the middle, kissed her, and she melted into my own quick-time
reality. "Don't struggle, and no one will get hurt!" I barked.
"Oh,
it's you!" she squealed with a big smile and kissed me back with
passion. "Will you do it to me again? Please?" With that she hitched up
her dress and like lightning stepped out of her panties completely.
After a moment of thought she threw off her dress too. She lay on the
mat with her legs spread wide as I took out my hard two-stage penis.
That reaction brought joy to my heart. As I lowered myself onto her she
looked at that penis with hunger. She held her own pussy open, saving
me the trouble, and guided me into her as I poked my cock towards its
home. Raping the girls had its own appeal, but fulfilling the girl's
intense desire was nice too. I enjoyed the sensations on my little
shaft and little tip as Bethany made herself totally accessible to my
intrusion. I settled in for a nice, leisurely fuck, but she was
impatient.
"Oh, please, give it to me!" she said. "Whatever you did before, do it
again!"
It was hard to resist her entreaties. I sped up, enjoying her
encouragement, and felt myself convulse in ecstasy.
"Oh YES, that's it!" she said excitedly, and then her speech slowed.
"Oh yes, mmmmmm."
I
felt a bit cheated out of my nice slow fuck. In under a minute, I
regained my full erection in both stages of my penis. "Can I go into
you again?" I asked.
"Oh sure, anything you like," she said
dreamily, caressing my cheek. So I settled in for my rhythmic,
pleasurable in and out on my little Bethany. It was exquisite. After a
few minutes she softly said, "Is there anything I can do to make it
better for you?" She said it so sweetly I sped up and ejaculated deep
inside her little cunt again.
As we lay side by side I decided to find out more.
"So, you recognized me and remembered how good it was before?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Did you remember anything about it when you were back out there?"
"No..."
she said, a little thoughtful. "I knew something very good had
happened, but I had no idea what. But the instant I felt you kiss me
just now, I remembered it all!"
"Has anything in your life changed lately?"
"How long ago was it we did it before?"
"About two weeks," I said.
"Actually,
yes! I don't mind it so much when my brother teases me, and I get the
things they teach in school a little better, I think. And all around
things in the classroom are better. Fewer kids being mean -- at least
the girls."
That was interesting, and turned out to be part of a
larger pattern: My little doses of sperm made the girls a little
smarter, a little more self-confident, a little kinder, and a little
healthier. Sometimes it wasn't noticeable, but other times it was
dramatic.
"I ought to tell you, I've been doing this to some other girls too."
"Oh," she said, her face darkening momentarily. "Well, I guess I like
the idea of them feeling good too."
"Not jealous?" I asked.
"A little, but not really. I can share you OK."
She looked at the tableau of girls around us. "Have you done it to
Zoe?" she asked.
I looked at the girl she had pointed out and nodded.
"Can you do her again?" she asked.
"Well, if you get back into your shadow there," I said, pointing to it,
"then I can get her."
"Well, if I have to..." she said. "But can I stay and watch?"
I considered. "I've never tried that before..."
"Please?"
I
liked the idea of sweet Bethany urging me on as I did Zoe. "OK, I will.
But if she doesn't want to be watched you can go back, OK?"
"OK."
I leaned down to kiss Zoe, Bethany standing at my side with
anticipation.
As Zoe came to life she returned my kisses eagerly. "Oh, wow," she said.
"Hi, Bethany," Zoe said, taking in her naked form.
"Hi, Zoe."
Zoe
looked at me with hunger. "Can I? ..." she started, looking at Bethany.
"Will you do it to me again?" she asked me, with a tone of near
desperation.
"Sure," I said.
Zoe still looked at Bethany a bit uncertainly.
"He already did me. It felt so, so good! You must like it too!"
"Oh, that's for sure!" said Zoe.
"Can I watch?" Bethany asked.
"OK!" said Zoe, who then returned her attention to me.
My lust made me feel a little feisty. "Well, lie down and show me your
cunt!"
Zoe stripped and made herself available. "Cunt?" she said.
"It's just an exciting, dirty word for where I'm going to stick my
dick."
I
hesitated before getting into position. Zoe looked at my two-stage
cock, seeming to be willing it into her. Still I hesitated, enjoying
the sight.
"Oh, don't tease her," Bethany said. "Stick it in her ... cunt!"
I
smiled at the two of them. Naked Bethany was at my side, hand on my
shoulder. Zoe was below me, looking expectant and more than welcoming,
her small cunt glistening and hungering for my little cock. I slid the
organs together, satisfying her craving -- and mine. Zoe's smooth
little cunt was enticement enough, but having the naked Bethany looking
on with excitement gave me an extra tingle.
I decided to give
Zoe what she wanted without further delay, and within 30 seconds I
honored my animal nature by lunging into her as deep as my little cock
would go, releasing my little blob. My animal nature rewarded me with
ecstasy and release. Zoe got lost in her own ecstasy. Bethany hopped up
and down with excitement.
Waiting for us to regain some measure of composure, she asked, "Have
you done Marlene?", indicating a somewhat heavier girl.
"No," I said.
"Would you?" Bethany asked. "She's having a tough time at home, with
her parents fighting all the time."
Zoe
recovered, and the two of them strategized. The first time I had done
them, some days before, the rape part of the experience had been scary.
They didn't mind it so much, but they thought it might be harder on
Marlene, so they thought of ways to help her through that part.
They
held Marlene's frozen figure tightly on either side as I bent down to
kiss her. As she came to life, looking frightened, the other girls
spoke as one, "Don't worry, Marlene, it's going to be fine. You need to
get your panties off... See, we're naked too."
Marlene looked
far from convinced, but she looked a lot less frightened than some
girls did when I raped them. She was on her back with her panties held
aside in a matter of seconds.
"This part's a little strange, but just wait for what comes next!"
Bethany said.
I slid into Marlene and rowed away in her immature but hot tube.
"Look at it go in and out of her cunt!" Zoe said to Bethany.
Bethany
moved in close to whisper in my ear, "Cunt, cunt, cunt!" That set me
off. Soon I had conquered Marlene, spurted my blob deep in her private
parts and transformed her into one very happy camper.
After a
few minutes, as Marlene and I calmed down, Bethany started feeling
anxious, drawn back to her shadow as her hour was nearly up. The other
two followed her lead, and when all three were in place and refrozen I
decided that was enough for one day. I picked up my camping mattress,
folded it, and walked over to the edge of the playground. "Thaw," I
said. I saw Bethany, Zoe, and Marlene looking a little dazed but soon
picking up their former activities.
From then on I recruited one
or two helpers in each class in the school to ease the rape of the
other girls. I first fucked my helper to reward her for her efforts and
satisfy her cravings, and then she was there naked to calm each virgin
as I got mini-cock lined up with mini-cunt and shoved home. The girl
still felt enough confusion and distress to spice up the experience for
me. Having another little girl convincing my victim how nice it was to
be raped was a sweet touch. A plain old rape was still exciting now and
then, but this arrangement was better most of the time. The full-blown
rape was exciting, but it took more out of me too, especially as I had
to worry about getting scratched or kicked.
Once, as an
experiment, I unfroze Hannah, Carla, Maisie, and Emily all at once. It
was a mistake. I thought it would be fun to watch them vie for who I
would do first, but from the start it didn't look like fun. When I
chose Emily and started fucking her, the other three were visibly
seething. When I announced I was going to take Carla next, Maisie and
Hannah had a temper tantrum and started to attack each other. I
intervened to hold them apart. Carla was upset to watch my penis drift
away from her after she had been all ready for it to slide in, but she
controlled herself. Emily pulled out of her floating reverie a bit
sooner than she ordinarily would have to help me separate Maisie and
Hannah. I returned to Carla and fucked her as fast as I could,
satisfying her. Maisie was crying by the time I shoved into her, and it
took my drop of elixir to bring her out of her bad mood. Hannah was in
such a bad mood that Carla and Emily actually held her in place while I
fucked her. Fortunately my organ didn't fail me.
Once sexually
satisfied, the offending girls were all mortified at their behavior. I
reassured them that we were all learning. From then on, whenever I was
dealing with girls who I had done before, I always unfroze one girl at
a time and gave her a prompt fuck and spurt to assuage her frantic
hunger before thawing any other girls.
It was a matter of
considerable interest that the achievement level of the girls of Pine
Woods Elementary increased markedly, while the boys showed no changes.
No explanation was ever found. For fun once I stopped in on a school
board meeting and after freezing it went around exposing my stiff
enhanced cock to each of the members in turn, but their frozen forms
didn't take in that explanation, of course.
One of the school
board members had brought her thirteen-year-old daughter, who was
minding her own business doing homework. As long as I was there I
decided to make her my business. After kissing the girl into a startled
wakefulness, I bent her over one of the tables in the committee room
and fucked her from behind. She was the oldest girl I had raped up to
that point, and it was clear from the first time my lower-stage cock
pressed against her cunt opening that she would be big enough to take
my entire cock. She gave no indication of pain as I took her virginity
in the old-fashioned way, my thick and long meat rudely stretching and
filling her hot, deep, and wet tube.
After I had ejaculated her
into adoration I did her again in more leisurely fashion in that
position, now basking in her encouragement for me to do whatever I
wanted. Soon she was back doing her homework again, with an inner glow,
an improved mood -- and suddenly she got that math concept that had
been eluding her.
Deanna
wore a pink baseball cap, a top with two ceremonial yellow triangles
over her ceremonial nipples, and a small white bottom, a mere few
threads wider than a thong, it seemed. She was only six, I found out
later, but she had a worldly, wary expression. When I took her I was
surprised to find that my entire cock slid in all the way without
resistance, and I enjoyed my full-size fuck to the utmost before
wondering why it was possible. She was less surprised to be raped than
I would have thought. What astounded her was to find herself in rapture.
After
she recovered, she told me her stepfather had been raping her for some
time. Later I alerted the authorities, and the abuse stopped. I made a
point of unfreezing her twice more to do her again, hoping that the
beneficial effects of my sperm would help her deal with her trauma, and
they did.
Once thawed she of course begged me to fuck her hard
and fast. In this case my full man's penis was not in proportion to her
little body, but someone else had stretched her. I confessed to her
that I enjoyed what her extra cunt depth and diameter allowed me to do.
She was delighted to share her woman-sized vagina with me to give me
more pleasure. It was a bit like receiving stolen property, and it felt
magnificent.
Sarah was ten, and she seemed bursting with joy
just to inhabit her body, a lithe and beautiful thing. Her bikini top
had a star centered over where each nipple would be, and I could tell
she would be delighted when her breasts beneath started growing, but
would be delighted with her girlhood for however long that lasted too.
I punctured her joy briefly as I rudely did my thing inside her blue
bikini bottoms, but the joy was soon restored and multiplied tenfold.
Her girl cunt had been especially warm inside and had just the faintest
trace of roughness, just a hint of sandpaper, and it led me to an
especially fine orgasm.
Kira was seven, serious and industrious.
She was covered with sand and muck as she constructed her sand castle
at the water's edge. She had short dark hair and the sweetest smile set
in a perfectly proportioned face. Her bikini bottoms had stripes of the
bluish end of the spectrum. When I kissed her awake and had her pull
down the bottoms I saw there was sand everywhere, including right at
the crack of her pussy lips. I thought it would be wise to rinse her
off, so I dragged her into the water and rinsed her entire nether area
to get her good and clean for the mating. I then marched her up on the
beach and lay her back down. Her back got all sandy again, though the
vital tender reproductive part stayed all smooth and wet long enough to
support a happy, grit-free mating. Her cunt was not quite as pleasing
as some others -- a bit on the cool side and loose. But just the idea
of being inside a little girl and a little bit of friction were enough
to send me over the edge even without ideal physical stimulation.
I
found nine-year-old Emily in her pink-flowered bikini kneeling on the
sand, bent over looking at something on the beach, little butt sticking
up. After reaching my head under her to kiss her wooden form into a
smooth, soft, delicious girl, I had her keep that position and took her
from the rear, enjoying the sight of her little pussy from a different
angle as I gently probed between her lips into her heavenly vagina.
They
say networking is good. When I was lying in afterglow with some
especially alluring girl I would often ask if she had any sisters, and
if so get her address. Pretty often those sisters got their panties
pulled down and their cunts gently violated in their turn, often in
their own front yard.
Despite my increasing skill at subduing my
sweet little victims, with scores and scores of them there was the
danger one would get away. The witch hadn't explained fully to me what
would happen in case of an escape. Would the girl get lost in quick
time? Would reality itself break in some way? The fear that seemed most
realistic to me was that it would break the spell that let me fulfill
my fantasies with such abandon, and that prospect made me very nervous.
I
got a chance to find out. A leggy twelve-year-old broke free after
giving me a sharp kick in the shins, and she was faster than me. She
led me through the playground and out into the residential streets
nearby, gaining all the time until I lost sight of her. I could do
nothing, so I sat near her shimmering portal back to reality, fearful
but with nothing to do but wait.
After 45 minutes she reappeared
at the edge of the playground. She was frightened of me, but as the
minutes wore on her need to get back to her own time won out over every
other consideration.
As she approached I grabbed her. "I have to get back!" she pleaded.
"I'll let you back, as soon as you pull down those shorts and panties
so I can give you a quick fuck."
She looked frightened and struggled briefly, but then, looking
desperate, said "You promise?"
"I promise."
The
shorts and panties came down. I pressed her against a wall of the
climbing structure to do her standing up. My little penis went in
quickly, but I judged that she might be able to take my entire organ.
It was tight, and ordinarily I would have held off and been satisfied
to use my mini-penis, but I was mad at this girl. I rammed home anyway,
which made her cry out. With each stroke I got deeper until I bottomed
out. And then I lunged into her and conquered the impudent thing with a
spurt of daddy juice. Like clockwork, she relaxed and smiled. "Oh, wow,
oh, thanks so much!"
Although she was staggering with ecstasy,
her compulsion to get back to her shadow had her pulling shorts and
panties up quickly. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the lips, but
then pulled away to her shadow. Before I could get to kiss her nose,
she refroze anyway. Apparently girls would not run away in quick time,
and they would eventually get back to normal time without my consent,
if necessary.
My
main hunger was to score with as many little girls as possible. Always
new dresses, new panties, new pussy lips to part, new little cunts to
welcome my little dick and to absorb my little blob of semen. Their
ecstasy and the improvement in their lives were wonderful too.
Naturally
some of the girls appealed to me more than others, and I had a bunch of
regulars. These girls of course couldn't get their panties off fast
enough when I unfroze them. The repeated ecstasy also kept improving
their adjustment in regular life. They tended to become star athletes,
brilliant students, and universally admired for their deft social
skills. After I satisfied their primal hunger we often sat and talked
for the half hour or so before they needed to get back to real time.
Kayla
was one of them. One day she lay recovering from the transcendent
pleasure engendered by my little blob of semen. I was luxuriating in
the sensuality of our intertwined bodies, smelling her hair as my head
lay against hers and stroking her pubic fuzz as it graced her mound.
She was 12.
"This is so great with you, but back in the real
world, I'm really frustrated and horny. I wonder if these convulsions
we have together make me want it more, even though I don't know why."
"Interesting." I started fingering her clit gently.
"Oh,
that's just the kind of thing..." she said. The ecstasy all my little
girls felt had nothing to do with their own genital pleasure, it came
straight from the magic semen absorbed through the vagina. But of
course many twelve-year-olds had hormones coursing through their blood
that made their sex organs hungry and quite ready to soak up sexual
pleasure.
"I know Jake has the hots for me, but I'm sure he'd
have no idea what he's doing. I babysit for the Jones's, and when Mr.
Jones takes me home I know he's thinking about my body. I bet if I gave
him a hint, lean up against him or something, he'd want to do it to me.
You think he would?"
"He might; I don't know him. But then he's a married man."
"Hmmm."
"But here's an idea. What if I showed up?"
"You?"
"Yes, me."
"I wouldn't know you."
"True, but maybe I could get to know you. How could I show up in your
life?"
She considered a while. "Mom and dad can never find someone to take
care of the yard. Can you be a gardener sort of person?"
"I think so. How could I convince you to trust me and not scare you
away?"
She
thought briefly. "Come in asking for water, and ask me about my life.
If you say you'd love to see me do some gymnastics moves I'll do them
for you. And you could spot me. I can imagine how I would feel if your
hands roamed from their proper spotting locations."
"Sounds wonderful. And could we get away somewhere so I could possess
your sexually frustrated little body?"
"I
have two older sisters, and they're fighting with my parents all the
time. So they don't pay much attention to me. I'll just say I'm going
on a sleepover."
I constructed a new identity for my liaison
with Kayla. I wasn't sure how this was going to go, and I did not want
to be identified. When I met Kayla I introduced myself as Mitch.
Kayla
was as hot and horny as her quick-time self said she would be. Back at
my apartment she was obviously disappointed to have to drink a Coke
first before we could start feeling each other up in earnest. She liked
being touched everywhere, and frankly could hardly wait to get my cock
in her cunt. Her cunt had for some time been big enough for my full
cock, and she got it again. I wore a condom, which both shielded my
unusual penile configuration and kept her from experiencing a
suspicious super-orgasm. Her pleasure had to come the old-fashioned
way, and she shrieked her orgasm as my tongue finished its slow
exploration of her pussy by flicking her clit rapidly.
In the
real world Kayla and I could spend an entire night together, not
limited to the hour before she had to leave quick-time. And I could
earn her affection the old-fashioned way rather than with little magic
globs of semen. After our second bout of lovemaking we were settling
down for the night. I was spooned against her back.
"Mitch?"
"Yes, Kayla."
"I have this feeling I know you. Like we met in a previous life."
"Hmmm. You seem familiar to me too. I figure it's just that we're right
for each other."
"Yeah, that too."
We saw each other for a full year before she decided she needed to
concentrate on boys her own age.
Kayla
wasn't the only one. I had Samantha and Jennie as real-world lovers at
the same time, and sometimes had to make creative excuses to keep them
from finding out about each other.
I was curious what my blob of
semen would do to a girl when I splatted it inside her in normal time.
I confirmed with both Kayla and Jennie that, as I expected, it did not
cause any super-orgasm. Only when offered in quick time did it have
that effect.
I
have raped thousands of little ones, often with the help of their peers
who correctly assured them that they would soon thank me profusely for
my intimate attentions between their legs. I could never rape the same
girl twice, however -- she was always so willing the second time it
couldn't be called rape. Some of them came close to raping me!
My
encounter with an individual girl is exquisite: There is fear and
tension. If she struggles, bodies jostle and flesh slaps and strains
against flesh. There is a dance of thighs, fingers, panties, pussy
lips, and then the inward surge of a small but virile prong that
signifies my victory. I celebrate the victory with a little in-and-out
victory dance before ejaculating inside her little cunt. The girl's
ecstasy redeems the rape. If the dance is repeated the mood is entirely
different. Fear and tension are replaced with joy and anticipation. Our
two bodies move as one to ease my little cock into her little cunt on
the way to simultaneous ecstasy.