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Title: Daughters - ready to wear

Author: MrJenkins

Summary:
Alan has four orphans delivered to his door late
one evening.  He finds them to be both a glorious
gift and a serious problem with his life style.

Keywords: Mgggg ped rom cons slow

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Other stories in files/Authors/MrJenkins.


Foreword
A different version yet of a guy getting a bunch
of abused girls and trying to raise them to be
human beings while not managing to keep them out
of his bed.  A quite similar flavor to
'snowbound', 'instant family', and when I get it
posted, 'stray kids'

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Daughters -- Ready to wear
By MrJenkins -- MrJenkins314@gmail.com


Chapter Zero -- How we got this way.

Mook -- one of the worst 1% or so on the bad end
of the distribution curve measuring violence and
number of total arrests.  Probably a druggie or at
least an alkie.  Not only bad people, but stupid
bad people.

Mooks would likely be featured participants in
both sides of the report of the gal that had been
in emergency for her sixth rape.  The guy who
knocks over the same convenience store that he
just got out of jail for robbing last year -- with
the same clerk at the register.  

Mooks are among the lowest of the low of the
losers, although a different subset than the
street people.

-----------------------------------------------

I live in a major metropolitan area -- you would
recognize the name if I gave it.  As with all such
there are the areas on 'The Wrong Side of the
Track', and those who run the businesses that are
made profitable by laws that forbid them.

This city isn't particularly noteworthy in these
matters except, perhaps, to the statisticians.
Someone looking in the right place might note that
certain classes of crime and violence  were a few
points lower than might have been expected.
Corruption of politicians and police had a bit
different shape than would have been typical.
Recorded drug use might also have been seen to be
a bit atypical -- not enough to raise red flags to
outsiders -- just a bit odd.

Boss was the current head of that culture. Even if
I were to give her name, you wouldn't recognize it
unless you were in a very small clique from our
area.  And even though I speak of Boss as female,
I deliberately flipped a coin when I started
telling my tale to choose a gender.

At any rate, the above is just background -- other
than to set the scene and environment that I and
my four girls lived in, it doesn't have much to do
with the story.  I almost never had to deal
directly with a mook, not significantly more often
than you might.  To the extent that I had anything
to do with the hard crime stuff, it was at the
high level bookkeeping level, and I worked as the
keeper of the data, not one who had any knowledge
of actual content.  A good computer geek never
looks at the data in his care unless there is
direct need to do so.  In this kind of business,
live computer geeks never, ever look at the data
unless explicitly instructed to do so by high
authority.

I was at the time, and last time I checked, still
am a live computer geek.

As much as anything, Boss might be described as an
intelligent evil overlord.  She pretty well ran
the part of the city that the official, recognized
government didn't want to be responsible for, along
with a pretty fair chunk of related legitimate
businesses.  She ran it well enough that there
wasn't much of an effort made to disturb her.

She rewarded loyalty and competence -- and allowed
people who exhibited those traits to quit and get
out of her world on suitable notice.  

Mind you, crossing her was a real, real bad idea,
nearly automatic qualification for consideration
for a Darwin Award -- but for the most part, an
honest 'No, I won't do that.' was respected.  She
was well aware that keeping the peons happy, safe
and well fed was a route to stability and profit,
while allowing the last few percent to play rough
so long as they restricted their play to those who
also chose to play.

What she had to sell to the Powers-That-Be was to
keep the 2% mooks in their own zoo and out of the
sight and mind of the top 75%, and keep the better
23% of her part reasonably safe and well behaved.

What she had to sell to us, her people, down to
and including the mooks, was stability.  We could
trust her to play by the rules she set and to not
change those rules without cause and notice.  If
you stayed within those rules and paid the tithes,
she would not only leave us alone, but would
protect and support us.  On the other hand, if we
broke her rules we could trust her to come down
fast and hard on us.  She was the local Duke with
high and low justice.  She delegated some of the
low justice, but seemed to keep a careful eye on
those who had the authority to dispense it.

She kept the drugs that did reach the schools
fairly expensive and clean, kept a fairly safe
market for the mainstream drug users to buy drugs
that were up to spec, with a fairly stable supply
chain and kept the bad druggies out of the news.

This hardly left a perfect world, but it was a
world that by and large worked fairly well.  She
understood quite well that her end of the
distribution curve was the end that the rest of
the world didn't want, couldn't handle and would
much rather didn't exist.  

I knew some of the political back room maneuvering
that went on with the city government, but was
careful to stay out of it.  Boss respected that
wish and allowed me to have the public role of
head of Information Services for one of her public
businesses.  I was into the other part to the
extent that I had two separate sets of users and
databases to maintain.  Since I wasn't a direct
part of the accounting department, I didn't need
to know the content of the second set of data, nor
did I need to know what the second set of users
did.  They had a separate facility with a remote
link to yet a third data center with fairly heavy
duty cutouts between them and the servers.  I kept
a warm set of backups for those servers with a
distinctly pruned set of data and provisions to
wipe the working set on a moments notice while
swapping in the warm set.

My second, Kathy Vargas, was in the know for this
part of the double bookkeeping, other than that,
we had two sets of system admins with no overlap.

This was hardly a zero risk job, but so long as
Boss was in charge, it seemed as if the
risk-reward ratio was acceptable.  Besides, it was
a very interesting, challenging job -- that
incidentally, paid quite well.

Besides, I was one of Boss's projects, not
terribly unlike the girls that where just about to
be gifted to me.

My parents hadn't been quite as bad as the girl's
mother apparently was -- I at least knew who my
father had been. I was eight when they had run
afoul of the cops and been sent to prison.  By now
I realized that they wouldn't have lived much
longer if they hadn't gotten picked up by the
civil authorities.  Either one of their fellow
mooks, or one of Boss's minions would have taken
them out soon.  Even I, as a kid, knew that they
were guilty of at least as much as they had been
charged with.  Besides, by then I stayed away from
them as much as I could, slept there some of the
time and ate there when I could find food.  It
wasn't much of a loss to me.

I had been a very junior member of one of the
local gangs -- Boss had me brought in, interviewed
me for a few minutes then called for the gang head
and second.  They reported that I was one of the
thinkers -- even at eight, and she fixed me up
with one of her lieutenants for fostering.

That had hardly been a bed of roses, I was used to
doing as I wished, or at least being the one who
made the decisions, but Al had stayed with it and
got me headed in a direction with better long term
prospects.

When I showed up in the upper part of the class
standings for a while, Boss had called me in for
another interview.  She offered that if I kept my
class standings up and stayed off drugs and the
like, to send me to school to learn useful skills.

The two chains she attached were that, one, she
got to veto some possible choices.  I had to
choose a line of study that would address a need
in her organization, and two, I would have to come
back and work for her for a minimum of five years.

The first such interview was at twelve.  She made
it very clear that this was an opportunity, but I
had to do my part.  If I didn't keep the quality
of my schooling up and stay clean, it would be
withdrawn.  The carrot was that so long as I
stayed with it, I would be put in fast track
classes and have a mentor to guide me.

Again, it wasn't an entirely smooth process, one
of the mentors assigned couldn't stand me, nor me
him, but Boss noticed and fixed that one before
things went totally to hell.

I went to work in her IS department at 15, mostly
went on to college locally while I worked -- then
two and a half years out of state for my Masters
and had been full time since then.

I had contingency plans for if I needed to cut and
run, but saw no evidence that I was going to need
them till Boss started to fail from old age.  With
luck this would be another 20 years.

*****************************************************

Chapter 1 -- Saturday Night and I become a
parent/master/slave.

The knock on the door came around 9:00PM.  I was
sitting in front of my computer reading a story
from ASSTR with one of my good pictures of a naked
preteen girl in another window while I stroked my
cock.

I quickly closed both windows and tucked my tool
back into my pants. then zipped them up as I went
to the door.  The knock sounded again, "Coming!" I
hollered as I unbolted the door.

I opened it to find one of Boss's lieutenants, a
guy I dealt with occasionally in my work, standing
in the hall outside my apartment door with four
small girls.

"Boss sends you gifts and a duty Alan.", he said
with a wry grin.

I looked at him, then the girls for a long moment,
then stepped back inside swinging the door wide.
"Do come in, there must be more to the story than
that."

He herded the girls through the door, there were
three of varying sizes plus a baby, not an infant,
but probably not yet a toddler.

I closed the door behind them and raised a brow at
the guy -- Frank something I thought.

"Girls, Boss gives you Alan Collins.  Treat him
gently and train him well, and he'll do for you.

Alan, Boss gives you Andria, Rebecca, Elizabeth, and
Callie Chapman for your harem.  Treat them kindly
and train them properly and they should give you
good service for years.", recited Frank.  Then as
an aside to me, "Spoken per instructions from
Boss."

I looked back at the girls, the oldest one,
perhaps nine, held the baby and looked at me with
an appraising look.  Her next younger sister
glared at me, the smaller one huddled at her side.
The baby was crying, the kind of exhausted, quiet,
cry that comes from one that has sort of given up.
I could smell long overdue diaper along with a
heavy fug of unwashed kids, cigarette and pot
smoke.

I looked back at Frank.

"Their mother got offed in a bad drug deal night
before last.  One of the neighbors heard the kids
crying this evening in the apartment where they
were staying.  The word was passed up the line and
one of the boys went to investigate and found
them, then brought them in, Boss sent them to
you.", he said.

"How long has it been since she", indicating the
baby, "had a clean diaper or something to eat?", I
asked the older girl.

She thought a moment, "Last diaper we had was this
morning.  I gave her the last of the milk around
noon."

"Can you make a run for baby supplies?", I asked
Frank.

"Already taken care of.  Ramon's old lady has a
kid about that size, she's bringing some stuff
over.  Should be here in five or ten.", he replied.

"Do any of you three have bad hurts that need
fixed right now?", I asked the three girls.  

They shook their heads.

"Can you hang for a few? I need to take care of
this one, but would like a bit more info in a few
minutes.", I asked him.

"Sure.", he went and sat on my couch.  

"Come on girls.", I told them and headed for the
bathroom.

"Go potty if you need to.", I told the two younger
kids as I cleaned off the bathroom counter.  I put
my bath towel from this morning on the counter,
then took the baby from 'Andria?' and sat her in
the bathtub.  I removed the quite filthy dress,
then the exceedingly filthy diaper, folding it up
the best I could, and dumping it in the trash.

I took the baby and sat her on the tub edge, then
had her sister hold her for a moment while I got
the water on and the temp adjusted.  By now the
crying was showing more strength from the abrupt
handling by a stranger.  I had Andria kneel and
hold the baby so she was standing in the tub while
I hosed her off.  This got me some serious
screams, then sputtering as I turned the hose on
the top of her head.

She was a very bright red from diaper rash, the
worst case I'd ever seen, with a few running sores
on her buttocks.  Figuring that I already had a
very unhappy baby on my hands, and that my shampoo
would probably be gentler than hand soap, I washed
off her bottom and pussy with the shampoo.

It obviously stung, and her sister protested,
"You're hurting her."

"I am, and I'm sorry, but we need to get her clean
for the rash to heal.", I told her.  "Hang in there
for another two or three minutes and we'll be
done."

I took some more shampoo, gave baby's head another
squirt with the hose, then spent fifteen seconds
scrubbing her hair, rinsed her hair to screams and
coughs, then another dollop of shampoo and a quick
scrub of her body outside of the diaper area.

I rinsed baby thoroughly, lifted her out of
the tub and onto the counter, then dried her
gently with a clean towel.  About then the diaper
supplies arrived.  Figuring that I could apply
diaper rash ointment well enough, I asked the lady
to fix a quick bottle, a half since it had been
quite a while since the last one -- hours for
baby, years for me.

I put an antibiotic ointment on the sores, covered
all the reddened parts with rash ointment, then
took another minute to look her over carefully,
front and back.  She looked thin for a baby, but
beyond that and the diaper rash, there were no
obvious problems.

About then the bottle arrived, baby grabbed it and
started nursing frantically.

I put a diaper on her, somewhat loosely, then
wrapped her in a clean bath towel in lieu of a
blanket.  Andria was looking anxiously at what I
was doing with her sister.  I was aware that the
other two girls had used the toilet while I was
cleaning up baby, they were standing huddled
together the other side of Andria.

"Do you need to use the toilet?", I asked Andria.

She looked at her little sister, then at the
toilet.

"I can hold a baby for a minute or three while you
do your business.", I assured her.

She dithered for another few seconds then went
over to the toilet, pulled down her pants and sat
down.

I watched for a second or so then picked up baby,
cradled her in my arm, adjusted the towel/blanket
and helped her straighten the bottle.  Then went
back out into the living room.

Frank and the lady were waiting.  "I'm Alan
Collins, the IT guy.", I said holding out the hand
that wasn't supporting a baby to her."

She grinned a little at that, "Rachel Vasca.",
she replied as she gave my hand a brief shake.

"Thank you for bringing the rescue supplies, I
don't stock much baby stuff these days.", I said to
her.  "What all did you bring me, and what do I
owe you?"

"Boss is taking care of that part.", put in Frank.

"A pack of diapers, two dozen. A can of dried
formula and bottle stuff.  The diaper rash
ointment and some powder and oil, baby wipes and a
dozen jars of baby food.", she said, "I put in some
clothes that mine has outgrown, she looks a little
small, I expect they'll fit OK.

Should be enough to get you by for a day or two."

"You're a lifesaver.", I told her.  That sounds
like it will keep her till tomorrow afternoon just
fine, I can make a run to the stores by then.

Could you do me a quick review on how to make a
bottle with that stuff, it's been quite a while?"

"Two scoops of powder for a full bottle, water
just barely warm enough to feel warm.  Shake it up
good.  Give it to the kid.", was her quick answer.

About then, baby ran dry on the bottle and
squawked.  Andria was hovering at my side, so I
handed baby to her, she expertly put baby on her
shoulder and patted her back.

"Thank you again.", I said to Rachel.  She grinned
a little, waved and departed.

"Where it's been quite a while since she ate,
let's let that set for fifteen or thirty minutes,
then she can have some more.", I told Andria.

"Doc's expecting you and the girls, 10AM
tomorrow.", said Frank.

"Sounds like a real good idea.", I
replied. "Anything specific, or just a general
checkup?"

"Just a checkup, although if I were you I'd worry
about the clap or AIDS till they're checked
out.", he responded.

That thought gave me a start, "They've been living
that rough?", I asked.

"I've heard that the mother was letting her
boyfriends use the girls in trade for drugs.", he
said a bit grimly.  "I hadn't heard about that
till I started checking this evening. I plan to
have words with the folk that should have been
paying attention to such and bringing it to our
attention."

"O--K.", I replied.  "Anything else I need to know
for tonight?"

"Just this.", he replied, then squatted down.

"Girls!", he said, not roughly, but it got their
attention.

"Andria choose for you.  She decided to have me
bring you to Alan instead of the cops, thence
Social Services.  You are stuck with that decision
for a week.  If you try to leave here, unless Alan
is with you, security will catch you and bring you
back.  You won't like it when they do, especially
the second time.

After the week is up, you can change your mind,
although the alternative is still the cops and
social services.  

You understand me Andria?"

She nodded.  "He looks OK so far.", she said.

"Here's a card.  If you have a bad problem, call.
I trust Alan to let you call if you want to.

If you call about something that neither Alan nor
I think is important, you won't like my response
though, so save it for problems that you don't
think can wait for a week.  I'll be back then.

OK Andria?"

She nodded again, Frank stood and departed as well.

*************************************************

Chapter 2 -- Feeding and bathing the girls.

I looked at my new responsibilities.  They didn't
look to be full sisters, a fair variety of
features, hair and body types.

"So --", I said, looking them over, "Andria.",
pointing at the largest girl, a dirty blond with
gray eyes and an narrow face. 

"Rebecca?", at the next tallest -- probably a
fairly light blond under the grease, blue eyes.
She gave a small wary nod.

"Elizabeth?", indicating the smallest girl, a dark
brunette with brown eyes and a rounder face.  One
would suspect a Mexican father.  Another wary nod.

"And Callie?", pointing at baby, hair quite dark
and fairly long for a little. She was nearly
asleep in Andria's arms.  

A nod from Andria.

"Do any of you have hurts or other problems more
important than something to eat?", I asked.

Three head shakes, no waiting.

I looked at them for a long moment, then went back
into the bathroom and got the towel I used to dry
Callie and two more.  I waved them into the
kitchen/dining area, put the damp towel on the
table, then one of the dry ones on top.  

"Lay her down here.", I told Andria, Then covered
Callie with another towel in addition to the one
she was wrapped in.

I heated up a quick can of soup, split it in
thirds and gave each girl a small slice of cheese
and a third of a slice of bread with butter and
jam, along with a glass of water.

At Andria's look I said, "You've been running
short.  A little bit now, then a bath and some
more.  Then I need to look you over and brush your
hair and I'll feed you some more yet if you're
still awake. You can have more water now if you
want.

I'll be getting up every two hours to change
Callie tonight, so you can have this much more to
eat each time I get up if you want to get up to
eat it."

She shrugged and inhaled what I had given her.  In
another minute or so, the other two were done as
well.

"Now a bath for each of you.  I need to look you
over carefully to see what I'm getting into here,
so for tonight, I'm going to scrub you as well.", I
told them, picking up Callie from the table.  She
squeaked a little then her eyes closed again.

"Come on kids, I stood at the door and they
reluctantly walked through.  I had Andria grab the
washcloth and hand towel that I had used to clean
Callie and took them to the clothes washer.  I
flipped up the top, pointed at it and commanded,
"Strip, clothes in there."

At their look of beginning panic, I knelt in the
doorway, still holding Callie, but blocking the
door.  

"For tonight, all I'm going to do is to wash you,
dry you, brush and comb your hair, and check you
for problems.", I told them.  

"I won't fuck you until you want me to, and you
don't have to suck me unless you want to --
and even if you wanted to, not tonight in any
case, not till Doc has said that you're clean."

Andria hesitated for a long moment, then tossed
the towel and washcloth she was carrying into the
washer, stripped off her shirt and sat down to
take off her shoes and socks.  Pants and panties
came off and all the clothes except the shoes went
into the washer. 

I looked at the shoes, sneakers in bad condition,
and told her to toss them in too.  The middle girl
followed her reluctantly, and the youngest didn't
protest as Andria stripped her.  

"Thank you Andria.", I said as I added some of my
clothes to make a full load, put some soap and
bleach into the washer and started it.

"Now, into the bathroom.", I told them.  I took
them into my bedroom, handed Callie to Andria for
a moment, and went to the kitchen for a garbage
bag.  I flipped back the covers. spread the bag on
the sheet, then covered it with a towel.  I laid
Callie on the towel, then covered her, she
squirmed a moment then was still. 

I turned to follow Andria into the bathroom and
got my first clear look at her back since she took
the clothes off.  "Shit!", I said softly.  Her
back, from neck to lower calves, was crisscrossed
with welts, old white lines along with a number of
new ones that were scabbed and red looking.

"Who whipped you like that?", I blurted out,
realizing as it came out of my mouth what the
answer probably was.

"My 'mother'.", was the bitter reply.

I turned Rebecca and Elizabeth to look at their
backs, they had scars too, although no fresh ones,
and much fewer.

"Why?", I asked Andria.

"I wouldn't suck one of her johns, he stank and
when he shoved it in my face it tasted awful.  

I bit him.", she looked at me defiantly.

I looked at her for a long moment.  "Good for
you.", I said.  The defiance changed to a bit of
surprise.

I started the water running into the tub, got it
adjusted then herded the kids in.

"I need to look you over very carefully, all
parts.  I can wash you and examine you as I wash and
rinse, or you can wash then I check for clean and
examine you when you get done.", I said to the
three of them.

Andria looked at her sisters for a moment, they
were sitting in the water and looking
apprehensive, not quite crying.

"You can wash me first.", she said.

"Any sore spots I should be careful of besides
your back?", I asked.

"My head, the bitch yanked my hair real hard when
I bit the fucker, and threw me against the wall."

"I'll try to be careful, tell me if I'm hurting
you.", I said, then sent the water to the shower
hose and got her head and body wet.

I washed her hair gently, although at some
length.  "Keep your head down and eyes closed.", I
told her.  I'm going to let the shampoo soak for a
bit while I wash some of the rest."

I gently washed her back, she flinched and
whimpered a bit as the soap got in the new
stripes, some of the scabs came off gentle as I
was and the wounds bled a little. I then rinsed
her head and washed her face with the cloth.  As
it came clean I could see a bruise on the left
side.  Her arms were thin and her collar bones and
ribs were quite evident.

More bruises showed on her arms, what you might
expect of a hand holding her as she struggled and
was whipped.  Hair and skin noticeably lightened
as I washed.  

I had her stand.  Her pussy slit came high, and
the lips made a prominent mound.  Her nipples
where still flat to her chest and small.  Hip
bones make lumps at her side, a little girl that
was much thinner than optimum -- not quite
emaciated, but one that could clearly do with
being fed up.  I washed her stomach and legs, then
had her turn and washed her back.  I then had her
lean over and spread her legs well apart.  I
spread her butt cheeks, no evidence of abuse there
at least beyond the whip welts.  I washed her butt
crack well, then had her turn around and spread
her legs again.  I washed her pussy with soap,
being thorough, but not lingering, then had her
squat into the water and rinsed her with my bare
hand for a few seconds then took the hose and
rinsed her down again standing.

"That'll do for now, I will need to examine your
pussy a bit more when we get done here.", I told
her, lifting her out of the water.  I gently
padded her back dry, then handed her a towel.

I turned my attention to Rebecca.  "Are you
Rebecca, Becky or something else?", I asked her.

She huddled with her little sister and didn't
reply.  After a moment, Andria spoke, "She mostly
goes by Sissy."

Then, "Let him wash you, he didn't hurt me, didn't
even feel me up much."

At my gesture, Sissy came over to me.  I sat her
down in the tub and hosed her down.  She sputtered
and squawked, trying to pull away.  I held her and
told her, "Mouth and eyes closed.  It will be
worse when I wash you with soap if you don't."

She sat there rigid under my hands, still pulling
away for a moment then visibly forced herself to
relax.  

"Do you have sore spots?", I asked her.  She shook
her head, not looking at me.

"Close eyes and mouth then, keep your head down
while I wash your hair.", I told her, then squirted
a stream of shampoo onto her head.

I scrubbed her hair fairly vigorously, after just
a moment, she started crying, got some shampoo in
her mouth, squalled louder and tried to pull away
again.  I held her, and rinsed her face off with
the shower hose.

"Stop that.", I said rather sharply, giving her a
light thump on the head.

She froze, then mostly muffled the sobs.  I worked
on her hair for another moment, then rinsed her
head off.  The hair didn't squeak very well yet,
the water in the tub looked pretty dark.  I opened
the drain to let the level go down and left the
water run through the hose.  

I washed Sissy's upper body off with soap and a
cloth, she too was quite thin, but fewer bruises
and welts.  I had her stand and spread, no obvious
marks on her lower body, buttocks or rectum,
bruises on one leg and one arm had a lump and bend
in a non standard place.  I checked and it wasn't
tender, so could wait for tonight.  I washed her
lower legs and feet, then pussy, then had her sit
in the water again.  

"I'm going to wash your hair another session.", I
told her.  

"Why? You already washed it.", she protested.

"Because it isn't clean yet.", I told her.

"You didn't wash her hair twice.", she complained,
crying a bit.

"It isn't very clean either, but she has sore
spots on her head.", I answered, "I'll be washing
it more for the next few days till it's properly
clean.

For now, if you close mouth and eyes, and hold
still, I'll be done in just a couple of minutes.
If not, it will take longer and hurt more."

"Quit being a baby and let him finish!", Andria
told her sharply.  Sissy shut up and bent her
head, scrunching up her eyes.  

"Not so tight.", I told her, "Just shut will work
better."

She relaxed and I hosed down her head for a
moment then shampooed her another session.  I cut
it short after twenty seconds or so, figuring to
reward Sissy for good behavior.  I rinsed her off,
first sitting, then standing.  Her pussy silt
didn't come as high, and her pussy mound was less
prominent than her older sisters.  The check of
her ass crack showed nothing of concern.

I squeegeed her off a bit with my hands, then
lifted her out of the tub and spent a long moment
drying her off, then wrapped the towel around her
hair, gave her a brief hug that she tolerated
stiffly, then turned to Elizabeth.

The water in the tub was lower and the murky had
lightened up a bit so I closed the drain again.

"What should I call you?", I asked the smallest
girl.

"Lizzy.", she replied shyly, but with much less
evidence of fear or anger than Sissy had shown.

She moved over to me with little coaxing and I
repeated the shampoo.  Either Lizzy was enough
more relaxed, or smarter than her sister because
she sat there quietly while I shampooed her and
rinsed her head.  Her hair squeaked well enough
the first try, and while she spit and sputtered a
little, she didn't seem distressed.  She had a
pretty good bruise on one arm and one leg, no
fresh welts but a horrible collection of old ones,
given that she didn't look like she was very close
to six yet.  Fewer than her sisters, but not what
one might hope to see in a preschool girl.  Her
pussy slit came high like Andria although her
pussy mound was pretty flat to her crotch.

I got them all dried off well enough, coating
Andria's fresh welts with an antibiotic ointment,
then went to my dresser and got three fairly good
t-shirts and tossed them to the girls.  "Here,
wear these for tonight.", I told them.

"Get Callie and come to the kitchen.", I told
Andria, guiding the other two out of my bedroom.

Another can of soup split, a slightly larger piece
of cheese and a quarter cup of raisins later, they
seemed to be starting to relax a little.

I checked Callie's diaper, it was still dry, but
the process woke her.  I fixed another half
bottle, she grabbed it and started working at it
very single mindedly.

I took the girls back into the bathroom, found a
spare toothbrush, then insisted that they take
turns using it.  This took a bit, I got the
distinct impression that tooth brushing wasn't a
usual event in their lives.  

Once done I took them back to the living room.
"One last thing, I need to look closely at your
pussies for a moment.  I don't need to touch if
you want to spread your legs, then use your
fingers to spread your pussy lips wide for me.  Or
I can hold them if you want me to."

I got a small flashlight, then had Sissy take
Callie from Andria.  I took the t-shirt off Andria
then had her sit with her hips near the edge of
the couch and her legs hanging off.  

"Now spread your legs wide.", I told her.  

She did, I looked at her for a moment, she didn't
move to spread her pussy lips so I gently took my
right hand and pushed them apart.  With her
stretched out like that I could clearly see that
her cherry was long gone and I could see well down
into her vagina.  I looked for a long moment, then
bent to sniff.  No surprising odors, soap and a
faint smell of little girl pussy.

"You gonna lick her while you're there?", sneered
Sissy.

"Not tonight.", I told her.

"Why did you do that then?", she asked, "You like
to smell pussy?"

"As a matter of fact, I do, but for tonight I was
checking to see if she smelled bad.  If she did,
I'd know we had another problem because it would
mean that she was infected with something.  If it
was bad enough, I might want to get her to Doc
tonight.

I didn't smell anything but clean little girl
though, and didn't see anything that looked like a
problem for tonight, so I'm done with that for
now."

Then looking at Andria's face and holding out a
hand to sit her up, "I didn't ask you,
what do you want me to call you?"

She paused for a moment, "Could I be Andi?", she
asked.  "My mom used Andria when she was yelling
at me."

"You certainly may.", I told her, pulling her into
a brief hug.  She stiffened for a moment then
relaxed and hugged me back for a second.

I had her turn her head and peered into her ears,
seeing nothing of immediate concern, same with a
quick look at her throat.

I moved over to Sissy.  She made a face, but
stripped off the t-shirt and scooted to the edge
of the couch, spread her legs, then pulled her
pussy wide.  I looked, hymen was gone and I could
see deep into her.  She too had no real odor, which
was good.  I held out a hand, she rolled away.  Oh
well.  She did move to the edge of the couch and
allowed me to peer into her ears then mouth.  Once
more, nothing that seemed to need action tonight.

I turned to Lizzy.  Without asking, she stripped
off the shirt, flopped onto her back, spread her
knees wide and used her hands to pull her labia
apart.  I looked, once more, no hymen.

Unfortunately when I sniffed, this time I
caught a whiff of something bad.  I looked more
closely and saw redness and sort of graininess's
to her vaginal opening.

"Does your pussy hurt or itch, especially when you
pee?", I asked her.

She nodded, "A little."

An examination of Lizzy's ears and mouth seemed to
show a bit of redness.  She didn't admit to ear or
throat pain.

"I'll have Doc look at it in the morning, it
doesn't look bad enough to get him out this late.",
I told her.

"Stand up please, Andi.", I said to her.  

She stood and I moved to sit on the couch.  "Now,
hold your arms out and turn around very slowly."

She did, as she turned sideways to me, I had her
pause, raise her arm high, then lower it.  I took
her hand and examined it, more scars but no
obvious damage.

She finished the turn, I examined her other
arm. She had whip scars across her front as well
as her back, nothing new there.  The fresh welts
on her back didn't show obvious signs of
infection.  I got my camera and took a number of
shots to document her condition.

She was a dirty blond, about 4'-4" tall, quite
thin for her bone structure.  Grey eyes, fair
skin.  From the look of them, I suspected that
they each had a different father.  I told her that
she could dress and turned my attention to Sissy.

Sissy stood in front of me, glaring.  I ignored
her hostility for the moment and repeated the
careful examination of her body.  As she raised
her arm, I noted once more that her left forearm
didn't look quite straight.  I insisted that she
let me examine it, there was a distinct lump with
a bend in the middle of one bone.  It wasn't sore,
so I let it go for now.  She too had whip scars
both front and back and was quite thin.

Sissy was at least 4" shorter than her older
sister, a blue eyed, blond with fair skin.  These
two girls looked like northern European stock.

When Sissy finished, Lizzy stood without
prompting.  I had to slow her down a little as she
turned.  She had few scars on her front and no
fresh welts.  Skin, hair and eyes were much darker
than her sisters, she looked like her bio dad was
likely a Mexican.  She wasn't as thin as her
sisters, although she too could stand to be fed up
quite a bit.

I found a hairbrush in a drawer, a left over from
a previous girlfriend, and took my comb out of my
hip pocket.

I had Lizzy stand between my legs, sort of sitting
on the edge of the couch in front of me as I
started combing her hair.  Dark brown and well
onto her shoulders, It wasn't too bad for tangles,
and I saw no evidence of lice or other varmints as
I worked.  In a few moments I switched to the
hairbrush, spending a full five minutes brushing
it till it was pretty dry.  

When I finished and pulled her against me in a
brief hug, she leaned into it, then when I picked
up her t-shirt, held up her arms for me to dress
her.

Sissy, well, she endured the hair brushing.  Her
hair was shorter and didn't take too long to get
the tangles out.  I didn't try to get it dry nor
to hug her when I finished, just told her that we
were done for now, gave her a t-shirt and let her
move away from me.

I had a problem with Andria, trying to avoid
hurting her with the scalp damage, but wanting to
get tangles out of her hair so it wouldn't be a
problem in the future.  She tried to be brave, but
when tears started running down her cheeks I gave
up and figured to work on it over days instead of
tonight.

She too accepted a hug when I was done, I paid
attention to Sissy without looking directly at
her, she seemed to be a bit jealous, but when I
offered an arm, she drew back.

I held Andria for a long moment, then stood and
helped her with her t-shirt.

"Do you guys like ice cream?", I asked.  Hearing
an affirmative response, I went back to the
kitchen and dished up four bowls of chocolate ice
cream with one small scoop in three of them and a
somewhat larger portion in the fourth.  

"Eat it slowly, you'll freeze your throats if you
try to gulp it down.", I said as I placed the three
bowls on the table with a spoon each.

I fetched Callie from her place on the couch, and
woke her.  She fussed and cried a bit, but when I
put a small bit of the ice cream in her mouth, she
found a reason to like me.  I fed her about half
the serving in our bowl, after a couple of
minutes, her fuss was because I wanted every third
bite and she wasn't all that convinced that she
should share.

When we got done, Andi got a warm washcloth
from the bathroom and washed her face.  Callie sat
on my lap for a little, then dropped back off to
sleep.

I checked, her diaper was a bit damp now so I gave
her to Andi to change.

By now, it was nearing midnight, I checked my
spare bedroom, it had a queen bed that looked to
be in good enough shape for tonight.  I got a
spare blanket and made a pad on the floor for
Callie, put the garbage sack on it for a rubber
sheet then a large bath towel for a sheet.  That
and a light blanket, folded in thirds made what
looked like a usable bed for a baby.

I put the girls in bed, moved their clothes from
the washer to the dryer, dumped the wastebasket
with the foul diaper into a garbage bag and sealed
it.  I set my alarm for two hours and went to bed
myself.

When I got up and checked, Callie was still dry,
two hours later she was not only wet but had a
messy diaper as well.  I took her to my bathroom,
laid her on a towel on the counter to clean her
up.  

When I got her clean, her diaper rash was less
vivid, she was still was more than a bit sore but
much of the general redness had faded.  The sight
and feel of her little pussy was too much
temptation, I fondled her gently for a minute or
two, Callie quite evidently enjoying the
sensation.  This left me with a major hard on
tenting my shorts, I pushed them down, put a bit
of baby oil on her pussy, then rubbed the head of
my cock against her, again slowly and gently.  A
minute or so of that and I gave my cock a few
strokes while pushing gently against her opening
then filled her pussy slit and coated her bottom
with cum.  Using that as lube, I continued to rub
her clit gently for another minute, then wiped her
up, put on ointment and a clean diaper.

I fixed her a bottle and she took it eagerly, I
sat and held her while she ate for a few minutes,
then getting sleepy, just took her to bed with
me, laying there with her nursing for a few
minutes.  She finished the half bottle, I helped
her burp then she went back to sleep and so did I.

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Chapter 3 -- Sunday morning, the second day of girls.


I woke again, it was early daylight.  When I
checked, Callie's diaper was still dry, I fondled
her for a bit through the leg hole of her diaper,
then used the removable tapes to open it up so I
could see and reach better.  Once again, I was
hard in seconds, once again, after a few minutes
of fondling her pussy, I rubbed the head of my
hard-on in her slit, then came all over her
pussy.  This time I just closed up the diaper when
I was done, cuddled and played with the baby for a
few minutes and we went back to sleep.

When I woke again around eight, Callie was
fussing.  I got up, cleaned her up, gave her one
more deposit of cum in her pussy hole, then fixed
a bottle and tucked her in with Andi.

I did my morning bathroom routine, then got the
girls up around 8:30, fed them some bacon, eggs
and tortillas, a jar of baby food for Callie, then
got them dressed and hair and teeth brushed for
the doctor visit.

Doc's office was just down the street. Even though
this wasn't the best part of town, the local
neighborhood was one that was watched by Boss's
minions, so it was safe to walk with the girls to
their appointment.

Doc was expecting us, we were his only appointment
for the day.  He did a comprehensive examination
on all four girls.

Lizzy went first, she didn't seem to mind
stripping for Doc and having him examine every
part of her body.

He took swabs from her vagina, and mouth saying
that it appeared as if she had a mild yeast
infection, didn't look like a STD at this point,
but he would do a thorough check.  A blood sample,
urine sample, stool sample completed the workup
for now.  Doc gave her a shot, then a pill and a
prescription for more.  He wanted her back in
three days for a followup when the tests got back
from the lab.

Lizzy was an early five years old, about 35" tall
and 30 pounds, a bit short for her age and rather
underweight for her bone structure, age and
height.

Andi visibly chose to set a good example for
Sissy, she stripped when requested and didn't
protest as Doc went over her whole body in detail.
She was an early nine, 4'-4" tall and a little
under 50 pounds.  Again, vaginal swabs, blood,
urine and stool samples.  He examined her scalp,
said it would be sore for a few days, but didn't
require attention.  The whip welts he painted with
an ointment that should keep them from cracking,
there was no indication that they needed anything
else but time.  He gave her a pill for the pain, a
small jar of the ointment, then a prescription for
more of each.

He finished up by noting that while the very
occasional nine year old got pregnant, that Andi
was small and thin.  The risk of pregnancy would
be quite low for at least another year even if I
fed her up quite a bit.

Sissy clearly considered making a fight of the
examination, a sharp word from her sister and a
light tap on the top of the head from me, and she
grudgingly sat on the edge of the examining table.
She glared, but didn't overtly protest as I
stripped her, then stared at the ceiling and walls
as Doc examined her.

He was even more careful with Sissy to keep the
touching professional and impersonal, I was a bit
impressed as I knew that one of the reasons that
he worked for Boss was a scandal with young female
patients.  On the other hand, boss had matched him
up with an eight year old orphan, now ten -- from
similar circumstances as my set.

I had her in a math and computer class and knew
her as a strong personality that took no shit off
nobody.  She clearly adored Doc and had bullied
him into taking much better care of himself since
she moved into his life.  It seemed as if it was a
fair chance that he was getting plenty at home,
and feared repercussions there if he strayed.

He found nothing of concern except the crooked
arm that I had already noted.  He did say that he
suspected some old injuries to ribs, that he was
planning to have full x-rays of all four of them to
check for hidden damage.

Sissy at a mid seven years, measured a little
less than 4' tall and weighed about 39 pounds.
She was probably the most underweight of the four.

Callie, about 13 months and eighteen pounds, other
than underweight and diaper rash did not seem to
have any problems of note.  She too had vaginal,
blood and stool samples taken.  Doc pressed on her
lower abdomen and got a urine sample as well. A
small supply and prescription for a better rash
ointment was a part of the advice.

He gave a quick look at their teeth, and strongly
suggested that a visit to a dentist would be a
good thing in the near future.

X-rays showed evidence of old rib cracks on all
three of the larger girls, some that Doc said were
probably healed breaks on Andi.  He advised that
we see a specialist for Sissy's arm, that in the
short term it would be OK, but some reconstruction
would probably be a good idea in the not terribly
distant future.

We discussed their state of nutrition -- he
definitely agreed with me that a bit more body fat
would be a good thing, along with more muscle
mass.  In the short term, pushing high protein,
high energy foods would be a good thing.  No
obvious signs of drug problems, either directly or
from the environment they had been living in.  He
did suggest that I should be aware that Sissy's
rather hostile attitude towards me should be
watched, that it was one possible symptom of an
older meth baby.

We departed a little before noon with a followup
appointment late in the day, two days hence.

As food at home was getting a bit short, we walked
back to the apartment complex. I arranged to
borrow a company van for the afternoon and we
departed to get food, clothing and supplies.  A
stop at a McD's got high protein, high energy
food, if more than a bit short on veggies. A
bottle and jar of baby food fed Callie.

Walmart was next on the list. I stopped at the
customer service counter and got a supervisor.  I
told her that the kids had showed up on my
doorstep in rags, she looked and agreed with the
last part at least.  I told her that if she could
help me a bit, that I would spend upwards of $500
in her store that day.  She wanted to know what
kind of help, I replied that an assistant to help
haul the heap, and more important, be an official
keeper of the tags so I could put dress the kids
in new clothes in the store, along with being
able to use some of the baby supplies as well.  I
would pay in full on the way out, but wanted to
put a part of the buy into service before then.

She looked at the kids, clean and hair brushed,
but rags was a kind description of their clothes.
They looked worse after being washed and dried
than they had when they came into my home last
night, the bruises were much more obvious.
   
First stop the pharmacy to drop off the
prescriptions.  Next was clothes for all four. A
couple of false starts on sizes, then three sets
each for the walking ones, six for Callie.  Coats
and shoes, a toy each and a great heap of baby
supplies.  The manager had assigned a late teen
girl to be my beast of burden, she was quite a bit
of help on that one.  Crib and bedding, diaper
wipes, diapers, more bottles, a car seat that
would double as a carrier, baby shampoo, oil,
powder.  Half the volume in the carts was for
Callie.  Hair brushes and combs, an electric
toothbrush with an assortment of ends, shampoo and
conditioner.  Another large set of towels.

For the most part, if I wasn't certain I would use
it, I passed for now.  Another trip would be easy
to do, and I expected there would be several.  Oh
yes, a booster car seat for Lizzy.  I got two
storage tubs for each of the girls, dresser space
would be a problem otherwise.

I sent my pack mule off towards the customer
service counter with two heaping carts and the
girls and I headed for the grocery section.

I disallowed much candy, insisting on fruits and
veggies instead. I did allow ice cream in
quantity.  Milk and juice, peanut butter and an
assortment of jams and jellies were additions to
my usual shopping list.  I stocked up on cheese
and eggs, quite a lot of chicken and some beef as
well.  I got supplies to make cakes and cookies, I
had some but added a bunch.  The pack mule arrived
shortly, I sent her after an additional cart and
we loaded up with staples.

Checkout validated my estimate, the total was well
over $600.  An additional porter was recruited and
we loaded stuff and kids into the van.  I tipped
the original porter $20 and the carryout another
$5, and we headed for home.

Frank saw us come in with the van, looked at the
heap and volunteered a couple of his low level
minions to assist us to my apartment.

We got inside, I had the helpers put the crib and
accessories in the spare bedroom, the groceries on
the kitchen table, thence the floor after it got
full and the balance of the stuff in a heap at the
end of the living room.  They departed with
another $5 tip each.

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Chapter 4 -- At home with the loot, Sunday
afternoon.

I had Andi put Callie on my bed for the time
being, she was asleep.  Being fed, warm and clean
for a change, she hadn't done much but eat and
sleep, outside of Doc's examination and the
occasional diaper change.  We had insisted that
she be awake for a while for clothes sizing at the
store, but even there after she was into a clean
set of clothes and a warm blanket, she had spent
most of the rest of the shopping trip asleep in
her new baby seat.

Andi and Sissy seemed to be in shock at the size
of the pile.  Andi looked at the new clothes she
was wearing, then at me and started bawling.

I watched her for a moment, then sat on the end of
the couch that wasn't covered in sacks.  I held
out my arms to her and she came to me and leaned
on my shoulder, still sobbing.  

"What's the problem, kid?", I asked after a
moment, holding her close.

"You got us all these clothes and stuff.", she
said, muffled against my shoulder.

I looked at the heap.  "Yes, but I don't see
anything obvious to cry about."

"But we aren't your kids, we just got dumped on
you last night."

"Boss says you are.", I told her.  "I've found it
to be a very bad idea to buck Boss's instructions.
I do it very rarely and only for technical reasons
involving the computer system.  She said that she
was giving you to me.  And me to you.  Part of
your now being mine is that I should feed, house
and clothe you.

Besides the downside issues of getting her annoyed
with me, I've also learned that things like this
generally work out quite well for me if I go along
with her.  So far I have no reason to think that
having you kids will be any different."

"These are the first new clothes I can remember.",
Sissy said quietly, if a bit bitterly.  "Momma
didn't want to spend any of her drug money on us
-- she bought stuff from the junk shops or begged
them from neighbors.  What we were wearing last
night was our *good* clothes, we put them on when
Raoul had us leave the apartment.  He wouldn't let
us bring any of the others, said they stank too
bad."

She sat there quietly, looking at me -- no glare
for the moment.  "How many times do I have to fuck
you or suck you to pay for mine?", she asked after
a moment.  Her question wasn't angry or resigned.
She seemed to be simply asking.

It took me a bit to decide how to answer that
question, Andi quieted and turned to look at me as
well.

"Well, to answer your question as *you* meant it.",
I said slowly at last, "Once should cover it
easily.  I expect that a clean, willing seven year
old should go for at least $200 for an hour,
probably a lot more than that, although it would
take me a while to get you properly cleaned up and
trained to act like an innocent happy little girl
so I could get $1000 out of you for an evening."

She looked a bit shocked, I was certain that she
was expecting at least 5 or 6 times.

"On the other hand.", I continued, my answer is
"None.  I won't let you pay me in sex.  

To the extent you owe me anything, it's to be good
kids and fun to have around."

"Does that mean you own us?", asked Andi after a
moment.

"Well.", I said, "Yes and no.  To the extent that
the answer is 'yes', you own me as well.  Boss
said so."

"But if you won't fuck us, how do we pay you for
taking care of us?", she said, looking a bit
confused.

It took me a bit to figure out how to answer her.
"You mistake me in two ways.  First off, I
certainly want to fuck you.  I just plan to wait
till you want to fuck me, I expect this to happen
presently.

Then, why do you think you need to pay me?  You
are my concubines/daughters, Boss said so.  I
should take care of my concubines/daughters so
they will be happy and healthy.", I finally
answered.

"Why else would you keep us. You just spent a fuck
of a lot of money on us, and a whole day.  Momma
got money and stuff from guys for letting them do
stuff to us.  That and letting them fuck her.  She
got more for us though.", Andi responded.  I could
see Sissy watching very closely.

"Give me a few minutes kids.", I said after a few
moments.  "Those last two questions make so many
wrong assumptions that it's gonna take a while to
answer them.

It's been a few hours, let's check Callie's
diaper, and feed you all next.  Then I'll take a
shot at trying to answer you."

Callie was a bit wet, Andi changed her while I
moved stuff to give access to the table. I put all
the rest of the refrigerator and freezer stuff
away as I thought further.

The urgent stuff put away, I fixed a quick meal.
It turned out that peanut butter and jelly
sandwiches on good bread counted as exotic
cuisine.  Add in potato chips, a glass of
Cran-grape juice and raw carrots and they viewed
it with quite a lot of suspicion.  Long habit of
eating what ever was available, when it was
available took over though, and all the food
vanished in a few minutes.  I fed Callie and
thought while they ate.

The clothes for instance. From my point of view,
the were Wally World clothes, not bad, but
certainly not the good stuff.  Adequate was a good
description.  Cheap, available and quick.  I
planned on at least one more trip to a more upscale
place for some better clothes in a few days.

I dished up small dishes of chocolate ice cream
and continued to feed Callie.  We did a quick
cleanup from the late lunch, again a foreign
notion from their point of view.  They were not
unwilling to help, but had no notion at all of how
to put dishes in a dishwasher for instance.

I took them back into the living room.  I sat in
my recliner with Callie and her bottle on one arm
and held out the other to Lizzy.  She clambered
into my lap and snuggled against my chest with my
arm around her.

"OK, Andi.", I addressed her.  "You've been here
most of a day.  At the moment are you thinking
that you want to leave when your week is up, or
are you thinking of staying with me?

Incidentally, most of this stuff is yours, one way
or the other."

She looked at Sissy for a moment.  Sissy shrugged
and said, "He ain't hit us yet and it don't stink
in here.  I think we had more to eat since we got
her than we had in the last four days."

"Stay I guess.", Andi said after another moment.

"I want to stay with Alan.", Lizzy told her.

Andi nodded slowly.

"OK.", I said to Andi and Sissy. "Let me try to
explain it this way.

You said I spent a lot of money.  For you, maybe,
but for me -- Boss pays me quite well to keep her
computer and data system working.  Between salary
and benefits, specifically including you four as
bennies, that wasn't a lot of money for me.  I
wouldn't want to spend that much on you every day,
but I won't need to.

I will never sell you as whores.  I don't need the
money, it's a very high risk occupation, and would
damage you, reducing your value to me.

You are potentially quite valuable to me, as
concubines, daughters or some combination."

"So we're your own private whores then.", sneered
Sissy.

"Concubine and whore are two entirely different
jobs.", I told her after a moment.  "A whore is for
a few minutes, or hours, concubine is for years.
Concubine is almost the same as wife, whore is a
little better than jacking off -- on a good day
that is.

Besides, if you wish, you may be just a daughter.
Daughters don't get to make love to their
daddies."

Sissy didn't have a comment on that.

"Frank said you have to stay with me for a week.
His threat to drag you back if you try to leave is
sort of a chain on you, binding you do me.

You follow this idea?", I asked Andi and Sissy.

They nodded.

"Part of what I'm doing is hooking a different set
of chains to you.

Starting with a clean, warm, safe bed.  Clean
clothes with no holes.  Enough good food, several
times a day so you aren't hungry.  

Baths -- in a few days you will find it unpleasant
to be dirty for very long. Same thing for tangles
in your hair.

No beatings.  I will probably spank you when you
are very bad, but never worse that 5 swats with my
hand on your bare bottom.  Nothing that leaves a
mark or hurts for more than a few minutes.

Any questions about this part?"  I paused and
waited.

"Why are you going to that much trouble?", Andi
asked after a few moments.  "You could just grab
us and fuck us.  We couldn't stop you.  You own
us.  Boss said so."

"First off, I want to make love with my
concubines, not fuck my whores.

I want my girls to run towards me for a hug and
kiss when they see me, not run away from me to
hide.", I told her.  "I want you to want to sleep
with me two at a time because the bed's too
crowded for four of us, instead of one of you
fucking me because it's your turn to pay the rent,
and leaving as soon as I go to sleep.

I'm willing to go to quite a lot of trouble to
have concubines or daughters instead of whores."

"But we are whores.", Sissy wailed, "Momma said
so."

"You *were* whores.  You are no longer whores.  I
forbid you to be whores for so long as you live
with me.  

You may be daughters or concubines, probably some
mixture.  Or you may leave when the week's
up. It's your choice.

One of the problems with the velvet chains that
I'm trying to bind you with, is that you have to
hook them on yourselves.  You don't have to let
them hold you.  But because *you* have to take
them off, it can be remarkably hard to do.

Think.  You've been her most of a day.  How hard
would it be to go back to the apartment where
Raoul found you, dirty, in ragged clothes, to live
with one of the people who live in that place?

That's one of your choices -- you want to do
that?"

I paused.  Andi made a face and shook her head.
After a moment, Sissy agreed.

I continued, "To stay, you don't have to do more
than be good daughters most of the time.  You may
be concubines if you choose to do so -- or not.

So, having washed you last night, if I never touch
your pussy or boobs again, that's OK."

"So we don't have to suck you or fuck you?", asked
Andi finally -- Sissy watching me closely.

"You do not.  Not tonight, not ever.  Not until
you decide you want to.

I will probably make some mild attempts to seduce
you.", I told her.  "But you can always say 'no',
even if you said 'yes' a few minutes ago.

Like I said a while ago, I expect that you will
decide you want to make love with me in a few
days, or months.  

However, that is an educated guess, not a
requirement in any way."

Sissy and Andi sat in silence for a few minutes,
looking at me and thinking.

After the silence had lengthened to nearly five
minutes I said, "Let's try it this way for a while.

"For the next month, for sex stuff, you three each
have to be naked in front of me for five minutes
per week.  I get to see you from all sides,
standing up and your hands out of the way.  You
have been naked for me enough that you are paid up
till this time next week.  You have to let me see
you at least every seven days, and more naked
viewing just resets the clock.  If you show off
for me tomorrow, then you won't have to do it
again for seven days from then.  This is each, 30
minute naked by Lizzy does not mean that Sissy
gets to keep her clothes on.

For the rest of the payment, you each owe me 15
minutes per day of rubbing my back or brushing my
hair.  Again, each one of the three of you owes
me.  Andi doing 30 minutes doesn't let Lizzy off
the hook.  Callie is exempt from this one.

Do you understand and agree to this part?"

Andi shrugged, Sissy said, "Doesn't sound like much."

"Beyond that, you have to be good kids.", I
continued. "You must bathe most days, never less
than every other day.  You have to brush your hair
and teeth at least twice a day, once in the
morning and once in the evening.  You have to put
on clean clothes at least once per day, they don't
have to stay clean, but they do have to start out
clean."

Another pause, "OK.", said Andi.

"You have to have your room clean at least once per
day, same thing with the living room, kitchen and
bathrooms.", I stated.

They nodded.

"You have to go to school and work at it.  I won't
put up with having ignorant kids.

This doesn't mean that you have to be the best
compared to other kids, just most of the best that
you can be.  In practice, the competition isn't
very tough, a good effort every day will have you
in very good shape."

"But we ain't no good in school, and the other
kids call us dummies and beat up on us.", protested
Sissy.

"We can fix that.", I told her.  "Your only problem
will be to learn how to learn.  The rest of it is my
problem.

I can already see from having you around for a day
that you, Andi and Lizzy are plenty smart enough,
you just need to learn how to go to school.  I'm
pretty sure you don't know that yet.

For now, all you have to do is promise to try,
really try to learn.  I can help fix the rest."

Sissy looked skeptical.

After a moment I asked her, "Will you work half as
hard at learning to read as you are at being mad at,
and suspicious of me?"

After another moment she gave me a grudging nod,
followed by a bit of an involuntary grin.

"You really think I can do it?", Andi asked
timidly.

"I'm positive you can -- much less positive you
will.  On the other hand, I can already see that
you are a very tough, fairly bright kid.  If you
weren't, you wouldn't have survived to get here.
If you decide to do it, you will do well in
school.

Believe me, all *you* need is to believe you can
and be willing to work.  It will take years to
finish, but in weeks you will see a big difference
if you *will* do those two things."

Pensive silence from Andi.  After a few moments I
held out my arm to her, she looked at me for a
moment then came and sat by me, taking Callie into
her lap since my arm was now around her.

I gave her a brief gentle hug then continued.

"Don't lie to me.  You may tell me you won't
answer.  I may, if I think it's real important,
insist on some answer.  Mostly I will wait."

I paused, after a moment Sissy and Andi nodded.  

"Don't steal from me, or anyone else around here."

More nods, quicker this time.

"Don't break my stuff on purpose."

Nods.

"Don't try to hurt me, your sisters nor any of the
neighbors unless they hurt you first.  Better
that you come to me if you have a problem and
we'll figure out something appropriate.  I won't
let them get away with stuff any more than I'll
let you get away with being bad."

Sissy looked uncertain about that paragraph.  Andi
didn't nod immediately."

"We'll work on that one", I told them.  "Mostly it
means, 'Don't start fights, don't fight unless you
really have to, stop fighting as soon as you
possibly can, and talk to me if you think you have
a problem.

That's most of it.", I finished up.  "You think you
can live with those rules?"

"I thought that Frank brought us to you so you
would have little girls to fuck.", Sissy, well not
quite protested, but certainly objected.

"No -- and Yes.", I answered her.

"No, You don't have to fuck me.  Not now, not
ever.  Yes, I want to fuck, rather to make love
with you.  You probably will wind up in my bed at
some point.  I would guess that you will be the
last one of the four of you to sleep with me, but
that is an educated guess, not instructions."

"What makes you think I want to fuck you?", Sissy
demanded.

"You don't, not now.  I expect you will want to
after a while -- a few days, a few weeks, a few
months.", I answered her.

She looked skeptical.  "Why would you want me if
you don't get to fuck me?"

"That's another one of those questions that makes
so many wrong assumptions, that it's real hard to
answer.", I paused and thought for a full minute.

"Why do you believe that your only value to me is
as a fuck toy?", I finally asked Sissy.

She sat silently for a bit and didn't answer, but
I thought maybe she started to understand.

"You are my kid, Boss said so.", I told her again.
"Mine -- I take care of what is mine.  It would
embarrass me to have my kids in rags and looking
starved.  To cringe from me in fear.  To be unable
to read and write.  To be dirty with unbrushed
hair.

These reasons are only a small part of why I
bought these clothes and groceries, but they are
real.

OK?  You understand that much?"  

I looked at Sissy, then at Andi.  After a long
moment they nodded.

"After this month, you won't be required to let me
look at you either."

Sissy nodded, still looking skeptical.

"The only part of this that I will insist on is
that you try, for real, to be a good daughter, and
grow up to be a competent, civilized person,
someone who can take care of herself, and improves
the world instead of taking from it -- hurting
other people."

"I don't understand.", she said finally.

"Try it this way then.", I said to her.  "What I
want is for you kids to be my kids.  And you to
think of me as your daddy.  Kids that know I care
about them and will take care of them no matter
what they have just done.  

I want to have girls that feel safe and loved and
are happy most of the time.  And who do things
with me and for me because they like me and like
to have me happy.  Not because they think they
have to, for me to keep feeding you and clothing
you or to keep from making me mad.

You clearly don't understand and believe this yet,
but hopefully you will someday."

"Do we have to call you daddy then?", asked Sissy
after a few moments.

"Doesn't matter.  'Daddy', 'Alan', 'Poppy' -- or
any of the multitudes of variations on that theme.

I will object to something like 'asshole' or
'shithead', but almost anything that shows a
modicum of respect and/or affection will be
fine. Even 'Mr. Collins' or 'Sir' will be OK, although not
my first choices."

She nodded.

We sat there for a while, Andi and Lizzy against
my sides, Callie asleep again, half on me and half
on Andi.

After a bit, I unwrapped my arms from the two
girls, sat up in the chair and looked at Sissy. 

"Get the hair brush and come here please.", I said
to her.  

She fetched it and came to stand in front of me.
I took it and turned her around, pulled her to sit
between my legs and started brushing her hair.  It
was still a bit greasy, but not too bad. Tangles
were minimal, in a few moments the brush moved
through it smoothly. 

I continued to brush it for a couple of minutes
then laid the brush down and started rubbing her
back.  She flinched at first, then sat quietly
while I first gently massaged her shoulders and
back, then used the tips of my fingers to draw
patterns up and down the length of her back.

I continued with that for another full minute then
told her, "Something like this for back rubs.  You
can move if you want me to quit, I need to do your
sisters when I finish with you.  Then you can work
on me while I do Lizzy next."

Sissy started to pull away, then sat back down and
leaned forward a bit so I could reach her lower
back better.  I grinned to myself and kept gently
caressing her.  Another minute and I reached up
under her shirt to directly caress the skin on her
back.

She flinched when I started to raise her shirt,
then leaned down even further as I lightly drew
invisible patterns on the skin of her back, from
the waistband of her trousers to the back of her
neck.  In another few minutes, she was nearly
going to sleep.  I pulled down her shirttail, and
hugged her to my chest.  She stiffened for a
moment then relaxed.  I held her for ten seconds
longer, then gently pushed her off the edge of my
chair.

"Lizzy's turn next.", I told Sissy.

I sat partially sideways on the couch and pulled Lizzy
around in front of me.  "Rub my back while I brush
Lizzy's hair I told Sissy."

She was a bit grudging about it, just swiping her
hands around, moving too fast, and too roughly.
After a little bit, Andi asked, "Do you have
another hair brush?"

"No, but you do.  In that pile somewhere.", I
indicated the sacks in the living room.

Andi dug through the sacks for a bit and found the
hair care stuff.  She had a bit of trouble getting
it out of the packaging, but persevered and soon
was brushing my hair.  

Lizzy's hair wasn't bad, in a few minutes I had
her hair straight and smooth. I finished and spent
a few minutes rubbing her back, alternating with
kneading her muscles gently, and lightly drawing
designs on her skin with my fingertips under her
shirt.

Finishing with Lizzy, I then had Andi hand the
hairbrush to Sissy.  I worked on Andi's hair for a
while, her scalp was still quite tender so I had
to be cautious.  I again switched to caressing
her.  When I reached up under Andi's shirt, she
reached back and pulled it off over her head, then
held her hair up out of the way so I could reach
her back better.

I looked at the welts on her back, then got the
ointment and applied gently applied a new layer.

Finishing up, I helped her put the shirt back on,
then pulled Andi into a hug against my chest.  She
leaned into it for a long moment, then Callie
fussed.

Andi checked and removed a wet diaper.  The rash
was much improved and the sores were starting to
heal.

I had Andi leave the diaper off and took Callie to
my bathroom.  After I had the water running at the
proper temperature, Lizzy willingly stripped and
got into the tub with her little sister.  On my
invitation, after a moment Andi did too.

I looked at Sissy, raising a brow.  She shook her
head.

"Your choice.", I told her.  I went back into the
living room, found and handed her a bottle of kid
shampoo.

"Wash your hair. Be sure to rinse it well.  I'll
check it later, if it isn't good enough, I'll make
you go back and try again."  Sissy nodded and
headed for the shower in their room.

I went back to find three kids splashing in the
tub and the water starting to go down the
overflow.  I turned off the water, then watched
them play for a few minutes, scolding gently when
it seemed as if too much water was going over the
edge.  

In a bit, I had Andi hold Callie and washed her
hair with the baby shampoo.  Callie didn't like
it, but we persevered and soon had clean hair on
the baby.  Bar soap and a few more moments of
wiggly baby had the rest of her body acceptably
clean.  It would take a few days more for her to
heal, but the rash was noticeably less than it had
been the night before.

I moved to Lizzy, she held still and cooperated
while I washed her hair again -- it didn't take
long since I had gotten her hair clean last night.
She stood while I washed the rest of her body,
clearly enjoying the attention.

When I turned my attention to Andi, she hesitated
for a moment then moved to where I could reach her
head.  I checked her scalp, there was still quite
visible bruising and she complained when I touched
it.  Again I washed her hair very gently, leaving
the shampoo in it while I washed the rest of her
body, then gently massaging it for another few
moments before rinsing.

Finishing that, I warmed the water and let them
play for a while.  I checked and Sissy was out of
the shower, wrapped in a towel.  Her hair was
marginally acceptable, again I decided to reward
her for making an effort and gave her a pass while
commenting that I would require a bit better job
next time.

She followed me back into my bedroom, thence
bathroom, to squeals and splashing.  Once more I
scolded a bit about the water on the floor and
opened the drain.  

When the water had dropped to four inches, I
turned on the water again, and used the shower
hose to rinse Callie, being quite generous on her
pussy and ass.  I fished her out and dried her a
bit, then handed her to Sissy wrapped in a
towel. I turned to Lizzy next, rinsing her using
my fingers a bit more than was absolutely
necessary.  She seemed to enjoy the attention and
caresses.

I let her hair drip for a few moments then lifted
her out and did a quick job of drying her.
Another big fuzzy towel and I turned back to Andi.
I had handed her the shower hose while I was
getting Lizzy out thinking that she might want to
rinse herself instead of having me do it.

Wrong, or perhaps rightly, she was waiting for me to
rinse her too.  I rinsed her hair while she sat,
then had her stand and turn while I hosed the rest
of her body off.  I used the shower to get between
the cheeks of her ass, then her pussy, doing a
minimal amount of touching, trying to watch and
tell if she would prefer more or less contact.

I shut down the water and got her out of the tub,
spent a few moments getting the bulk of the water
out of her hair and a light drying of the rest of
her body.  I took all the towels from the girls,
giving Sissy a dry one for her and another for
Callie, then dispatched Andi and Lizzy to use the
damp towels to mop up the bathroom floor and wipe
out the tub, then put the wet towels and bathmat
in the washer.

"Does this count as being naked in front of you?",
asked Sissy.

I looked her over carefully, "Yes it does.", I
agreed.  She looked thoughtful.

Sissy claimed that her bathroom had remained
fairly dry so I took her at her word for the
moment, figuring to check later.  

A few minutes later, I had Callie greased up,
diapered, in an outfit for the evening and
bottled.  Andi and Lizzy came out, accepted dry
towels and used them to dry on their hair one more
round.

I checked, Sissy's hair was still too wet to
brush, I set her to drying it better and spent a
few minutes brushing Callie's hair.

I worked on Lizzy's hair for a while, making a
note that a hair dryer should go on the list for
the next trip.  In a few moments I had it combed
tangle free and moved to Sissy.  

A little longer and I moved to Andi.  I
replenished the ointment on her welts first.
Being careful of her sore scalp took quite a bit
longer to get her hair good enough -- she squeaked
some but endured it without fighting me.

Finished, I got three clean t-shirts and gave them
to the girls.  Sissy made a point of standing in
front of me while she dropped her towel and put on
the shirt.  I didn't grin at her maneuver, much
that is, just acknowledged that I had viewed her
body and that she had a week before then next
required viewing.

We spent the next hour unpackaging stuff, then
putting it away.  Then tackled the kitchen and
assembling Callie's new bed.

Finished with that, I fed them an early supper.
Afterwards we sat on the couch for a while and I
read some of Winnie-the-Pooh to them.  That too
seemed to be a totally new experience to them.

Last night had been a very late one and today had
been a long stressful one for them, so I fixed a
small dish of ice cream with fruit cocktail, and a
piece of cheese each made a good snack, then put
them to bed at around eight.  

Sissy fussed a bit at the notion, but interrupted
herself with a yawn.  A gentle swat on the bottom
and she crawled into the middle of the bed.  She
didn't protest when I gave her a quick kiss on the
forehead, but didn't respond either.  Andi grinned
a little when I tucked the covers up under her
chin and gave her a matching kiss, Lizzy raised
her head up a little to meet me when I kissed her,
and gave me a real smile.

I changed Callie three times during the night,
only giving her two applications of cum to her
pussy in the process.  The second time I changed
her, she fussed when I put her down with a bottle,
so she wound up in my bed again for the rest of
the night.

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Chapter 5 -- Monday morning

I woke up the next morning as Lizzy crawled onto
the bed.  I raised up the covers on the side away
from Callie, she crawled in and snuggled against
my side, my arm around her.  She seemed to enjoy
it as I caressed her lower back and buttocks,
giving her occasional kisses on the forehead, that
being what I could reach easily.

At around 7:30 I rolled out of bed, put Callie in
her crib with a dry diaper and bottle, and headed
for the morning bathroom routine.  Lizzy followed
me into the bathroom, using the toilet first, then
sitting in my lap while I did my morning read.
When I went to take my morning shower, she
followed.  I didn't spend much time playing, just
gave her a quick wash, then knelt and had her wash
my back and hair for a few moments.  She watched
closely while I shaved and brushed my teeth.  I
had her get her toothbrush and do hers.

After 8:00 I called Kathy Vargas, my second
in the IS department and told her that I would be
tied up for the day.  Details took a little while,
she was quite amused at the additions to my family
and gave me firm instructions to bring them by
soon. She had been trying to get me a girlfriend
for a couple of years, but nothing seemed to click
with the women she had introduced.

I told her that I would have my cell and laptop if
something came up that seemed urgent, other than
that I would check in tomorrow.  Fortunately, she
was a quite competent minion, and I knew that
things would be dire indeed before she couldn't
handle them.

I sat there for a few moments, reflecting on, and
counting the velvet chains Boss had on me at the
moment -- An interesting, challenging job that
continued to evolve as data systems and computer
security evolved.  And the needs of her
organizations changed.

Good pay with benefits, a very nice apartment in a
secure building was just one.  If the girls stayed
for more than a few weeks, I expected that a move
to a larger unit would be an additional benefit.

The girls, along with built in schooling and day
care for them were another.  

Among other angles on the gift of concubines was
an additional, very substantial, velvet chain
attached to my collar.  The cost of leaving her
organization had just gone up by an order of
magnitude.  Before kids, aside from the short term
risks of running, I would have risked losing my
current bank account, some savings, and a bunch
of stuff.

If the kids elected to stay, and I expected they
would from what I could see, I would need to
rethink my contingency plans -- and probably do a
more active job of monitoring the health of Boss's
organization.  I noted, once more with a bit of
admiration, that as usual Boss was getting good
mileage out of her bird killing stones -- I had
no doubt at all that her thinking had included
that additional chain on me.

I decided to put off any serious restructuring of
my schedule till next week after things had settled
some and the girls had made a commitment to stay
or not.  Some investigation of child care and
school seemed in order though to make plans.

Lizzy crawled into my lap for a cuddle as I
thought about what to do next.  I called around
and soon found the person that could help me with
getting the girls into the company school.  I was
a part time member of the faculty, although for
more advanced math, science and computer skills,
but up till this point had never paid much
attention to how the little kids were placed in
the classes.  I told her what I knew about them.
She set up an appointment for that afternoon to do
some testing and evaluation.

Andi, Callie and Sissy came wandering out around
9:00, I fixed breakfast and got them all dressed.
Andi's back was improving, all the scabs were
sealed, and the ointment was keeping them from
cracking.  Most of the angry redness was fading
and her scalp was significantly less tender this
morning.

Callie's rash was much improved, as was her
energy.  She spent a while after breakfast on the
floor crawling around -- which quickly showed up
the need to make my home more baby resistant.
After a bit, she started fussing some, a clean
diaper and she snuggled down on my lap with a
bottle thence a nap.

I found and talked with the day care manager, we
went for an interview there and I got things set
up to have a place to take the girls when some
emergency came up at work -- in the IS world, that
was definitely a matter of when, not if.  

For the short term, Andi would continue to be
primary caregiver for Callie, day care would be
for extended unavailability on my part, or when
Andi was in school.  Longer term I figured that
Andi should become secondary caregiver, and have a
fair amount of time available when she wasn't
required to be the mommy in our family.  That one
would have to be worked on over time, I wanted to
be careful to keep Andi from thinking that I was
taking Callie away from her, rather than
lightening a burden.

I spent a while thinking about how I might arrange
office space in an apartment setting, then about
what our long term needs for space and furniture
might be.

Lunch, then off to meet with the school counselor.

The nice lady did some evaluation tests on the
girls.  Andi did awful for grade level.  She
barely had first grade skills in most areas.
Sissy hadn't had as much time to get behind, but
was only better than Andi in relative terms, her
skills were worse than Andi's.  None of this was
at all surprising to either me or Ms. Evanston.

Some pre-literate IQ tests showed promise for all
three of them -- Ms. Evanston cautioned me that
they were hardly precise -- they showed general
patterns, but if I took them to mean anything more
than that the kids seemed average or above, it was
rampant speculation.  

What they did show was that the girls could
benefit from our usual methods of schooling at a
normal rate of progress.  Starting levels and
methods needed to be discussed.

Fortunately for the girls, getting kids in that
were not in the regular pattern for schooling
wasn't a unusual occurrence.  In Boss's
organization, there was no real pretense that the
state school rules had to be followed.  Kids were
allowed to fail if they wouldn't do the work or
maintain a modicum of civility.  In the case of my
three, they would all start school, being placed
in an appropriate level for each subject.

Ms. Evanston and I agreed that the girls would
start regular classes the first of the next week.
They had shown up on my doorstep Saturday night,
it was now Monday.  That would give us the week to
learn how to live together, and for me to feed
them up a bit.

We spent a bit longer on suggestions for
educational toys and games that I might get for
them to work on at home.

That being done, I took them home, fed them and
put them down for naps. They tired easily and
pretty well required naps to keep going.  My
expectation was that with better nutrition and
some exercise, their energy and endurance would
improve, but for now they flagged quite easily.

While they slept, I logged in for work and spent a
couple of hours on necessary tasks.

Around five I woke them up, Callie got diapered,
bottled and went off to play on the floor for a
while.  Andi and Sissy did a pretty good job of
protecting my stuff from their sister, and
vice versa.  I made a note that playpen and child
locks for the cupboards should be on the shopping
list for tomorrow.  And a high chair.

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Chapter 6 -- Monday evening

Supper came and went, then I decreed bath time.

This time Sissy elected to bathe with her sisters.
They played in the water for a while, then when I
told them to finish up, she washed the rest of her
body while I washed Callie, then let me wash her
hair.  She sat quietly while I massaged her scalp,
and her hair squeaked the first try.  I praised
her for her co-operation, this seemed to bother
her for some reason.

Andi's scalp was getting good enough that I got a
good clean on her as well, her back was much
better, nearly all the soreness gone and the scabs
starting to peel in some places.  This was Lizzy's
second bath for the day, so I didn't spend much
time on her.  Even Callie was starting to learn
how to have her hair washed, and the crying was
greatly diminished.  Diaper rash was also greatly
diminished, which may well have been a related
phenomena.

Sissy allowed me to dry her hair along with her
sisters when they got out of the shower, then
participated in the bathroom cleanup while I
diapered and dressed Callie for the night.  She
even allowed me to put a t-shirt on her, and
leaned into a hug for a few seconds after.

I greased Andi's scabs up before putting her shirt
on, by now Bag Balm was sufficient, if more than a
bit aromatic.

I read to them for a half hour, Callie in Andi's
lap with a bottle, and Lizzy and Sissy sitting on
either side of me.  Lizzy was making a sweaty
patch on one rib, while Sissy was sitting close,
but not against me.  On the other hand, she was
making contact every little bit and not flinching
away.  I would definitely take that.

By eight thirty, eyes were drooping.  Lizzy was
asleep against my side, and Sissy had leaned
against the other, starting her own warm strip on
my ribs.

I picked Lizzy up and carried her to bed, Sissy
walking beside me and Andi carrying Callie.

I tucked Lizzy and Sissy into bed, then checked
Callie while Andi fixed her another bottle.

When we were finished, Andi followed me back to my
chair.  I looked at her for a moment, then held
out an arm and she got into my lap.  I picked up
my book to read and lightly caressed Andi with the
other hand.  In a few minutes I noted that her
eyes were closed and I had a limp, very warm kid
sound asleep on my lap.

When I tried to put her in their bed at 10:30,
Andi protested.  After a moment I shrugged and
took her with me to my bed.  She crawled under the
covers, then when I laid down snuggled into the
curve of an arm and went back to sleep in a few
moments.

*****************************************************

Chapter 7 -- Tuesday morning.

When I woke the next morning, Andi was
investigating my morning hard on.  She had her
hand inside my shorts and was gently stroking me
while she gazed on my face from about four inches
away.

I looked at her for a long moment, enjoying the
caress and the feel of her body against mine.  I
noted that she was naked, having shed her sleep
shirt during the night some time.  

"Good morning love.  You make a wonderful alarm
clock.", I greeted her.

"Good morning daddy.", she said shyly, then gave me
a quick kiss.  

I gently caressed her, being as careful as I could
of her scabs and kissed her on the forehead.  She
raised up her head and kissed me back on the lips.

"Do you want to fuck me this morning?", she asked,
somewhat timidly.

That brought me from fairly hard to very hard in a
couple of seconds.  Andi's had hesitated in her
stroking, then started moving a bit faster.

I looked at her for a moment, then answered, "As
you noticed, yes I do.  But like I told you
Saturday night, I'm not going to till Doc says you
are clean.  So, perhaps tonight -- if he gives you
a pass and you still want to."

"You want me to suck you then?", she asked.

I wouldn't have thought it possible, but I got a
bit harder yet.  "Same answer, yes I do, very
much, but we're going to wait till at least
tonight anyway.  

On the other hand, if you want to make me cum,
just do that a bit harder and longer with your hands
and I'll squirt all over the place.

She flipped back the covers and pushed the front
of my shorts down, then grabbed me with both hands
and started pumping vigorously.  The fact that she
had experience was quite obvious, that was a good
of a hand job as I had ever gotten from a
girlfriend.

About ten seconds, quite a while given the way I
had hardened when she suggested sex, and I shot
all over my stomach.  She kept pumping me hard
till the pulses died down, then switched to gently
stroking me with one hand as I softened.
Definitely an experienced masturbater.

As my breathing slowed I hugged her too me and
kissed her again, "Thank you Andi.  That was very
good."

She snuggled closer and relaxed against my ribs.
I laid there for another few moments, then got up
to go get cleaned up.

Andi followed me into the bathroom, watched while
I pissed, then flipped down the seat and sat
down.  When I nudged between her knees, she spread
them wide and let me watch while she pissed,
giggling a little at the stream arching out.

About then Lizzy came in, noted Andi's dress and
stripped of her shirt, then used the
toilet as well.  Done, she stood, looked at the
cum on my stomach and chest, giggled and rubbed in
it with the tip of a finger.  In a moment she
lifted her arms to be picked up, then wrapped her
arms around my neck and gave me a kiss on the
cheek.  I kissed her back, hugged her for a long
moment then put her down and started the water for
the morning shower.

We spent a little extra long in the shower on
fondles and caresses, again I got my back had hair
washed with little girl fingers.

I got them towels, dried their hair briefly then
shaved with a quite interested audience.  I dried
off, brushed my teeth, then supervised while
they brushed theirs.  Sissy came in, looked at us
for a long moment, then brushed her teeth as well.

I quickly dressed for the morning then was led to
the girls room to dress them.  Sissy hesitated,
then allowed me to take off her sleep shirt and
dress her along with her sisters.

I had changed Callie an hour before Andi woke me,
so she was still asleep when we went to dress
girls.  The talk and banging around woke her, I
checked and she was still dry, so took her with us
to breakfast.

Andi fed her while I fixed breakfast for the rest
of us, by now I was fixing a pretty good meal for
them three times a day plus snacks between and at
bedtime. Even in only two days, being fed better
was showing in their energy level.  It was even
more dramatic in Callie.  When we finished
breakfast, she wanted down and went off at a fast
crawl to explore.

I detailed Sissy to follow her and prevent damage
to either stuff or Callie while Andi and Lizzy
helped me clean up from breakfast.

That done, we all went into the living room and I
brushed hair for the morning.  The back rubs from
the girls were better this morning, even Sissy
seemed to be trying to make me feel good instead
of just doing something she was forced to do.

I checked in with Kathy, things were going well at
work.  I logged in remotely and did a quick scan
of the summarized logs and reviewed work in
progress.  Another quick conference with Kathy and
I counted work as good enough for the day if I
kept my cell and laptop with me.

I loaded them into my car and we went off to
Walmart for another load

Play pen, walker, cupboard locks, safety gates and
highchair were found along with a small load of
additional groceries.  With the aid of a few
bungies I managed to get them into my trunk and
home.  We set the playpen up first, deposited
Calli within then worked on the others.

Beyond books and CD/DVDs I didn't have a lot of
stuff below 30 inches which was as high as Callie
could reach for now.  I moved the books that were
more valuable above the baby line and moved all
the disks above her reach, exchanging them with
books of lesser value.  

In a little while I had the cupboard locks on, and
had given the girls a quick lecture on which of
the cleaner bottles were poison, while telling
them that the ones that weren't poison would be
bad for them and all of them would taste terrible
even the ones that wouldn't kill them outright.

I pondered a bit, then moved the few really
valuable things on display to out of the way
storage in my bedroom.  I hoped that I wouldn't
have problems with vandalism, but expected that
curious kids would get into stuff, and removing
temptation was easier than punishment.

I fed the girls a mid morning stack, then we spent
an hour on housework.  

After lunch I considered ways of getting them
started in school.  Unpopular as the notion might
be in the current education paradigms, the three
basics, readin, 'ritin and 'ritmatic are still the
basis of all the other skills.  Not that they are
sufficient by themselves, but they are necessary
to learn any of the other subjects.

All three of the girls were effectively
illiterate, I had noticed Jerry Pournelle's
comments on his 'Chaos Manor' page about his
wife's reading tutorial and decided to investigate
it.  It seemed to have promise, so I paid for and
downloaded it.  I fired up a virtual copy of XP on
my computer and installed the program.  A few
minutes later I called Andi and Sissy over and had
them start using it.

We worked at it for an hour, it seemed to be
living up to the hype, the girls seemed to enjoy
it and made noticeable progress.  

When they seemed to be flagging a bit, I switched
to having them work on writing skills for a while,
in their case working at printing the letters and
numbers.  While they worked at that, I spent
another half hour with Lizzy on the reading
program.  She too made progress, enough that the
notion of continuing seemed worthwhile.

An afternoon snack, then a short nap.  While they
napped, I made an appointment for a dental exam
next week, and found a hairdresser that would take
them late that afternoon.

I got them up, brushed hair and we headed off to
Doc's clinic for their appointment.  Lab reports
were negative, none of the possible S.T.D.s
showing.  Lizzy's yeast infection seemed to be
getting better at an acceptable rate, and the
inflammation that I had seen in her ears was gone.

Doc commented on the improvement in attitude and
energy and gave Sissy an appointment with an
orthopedist to have her arm looked at.

The hairdressers were quite vocally appalled at
the condition of the girls hair -- and only
slightly mollified when I pointed out that they
had come that way, that I had only been the
responsible person for less than three days.

We departed a while later with shorter hair that
looked much nicer.

*************************************************************

Chapter 6  Wednesday

I called Ms Evanston and talked with her about
good methods of teaching beginning math to the
kids.

She was interested in the reading program.

Friday morning, the school head called me.  "Could
you be persuaded to take another class --
specifically beginning reading.  I have, including
your three, a class of about eight, of very widely
varying ages and backgrounds.  Class would meet
for two hours, three evenings a week, computers
and programs would be made available.

I met with the class on wednesday.  I had my
three, two boys around ten, two late teen girls
and one older guy, over 50 and about as black as I
had ever seen.

I introduced myself, went around the room with the
usual 'introduce yourself' routine.  

That finished, I gave a brief synopsis of what I
knew about each student, and gave them the rules
for my class.

First off, they had to want to be in class.  For
my three, I was prepared to encourage that 'want',
but if they refused to work, they were out.

The two boys were also under some compulsion, the
school staff had sent them to me.  I figured to do
what I could with them and we'd see.

The two girls were young unmarried mothers, and
seemed pretty well motivated.  They had tried
welfare and didn't like it.

Edgar had made a serious effort to get into my
class and I had no qualms of him putting out an
effort if I could demonstrate progress soon.

I explained that we would be working with Roberta
Pournelle's reading tutorial on the computer
first.  The first requirement for the class was to
work all the way through that.  I expected two to
six weeks for the students to make it through the
series, depending on background and degree of
diligence.

The classroom computers would be available for the
four days a week that class wasn't in session
along with an hour after class.

Next thing I needed from each of them was a goal.
For the three older students, I assumed that they
had decided that being able to read was worth the
trouble, and I assumed that they had something in
mind that they wanted to be able to read.

With a few extreme exceptions, I didn't care what
they read in class, the two examples I gave of
unsuitable materials were 'Finnegan's Wake' and no
hard core porn.  After I read a short sample of FW
to them, they laughed and agreed.  No discussion
on the porn.

Teen or baby magazines would be fine -- or car or
gun magazines if that's what you want, I told the
two mothers.  They were to bring something to
class next week that they would like to read.

Edgar admitted that his goal was to read a
training manual so he could move to a better job
where he worked.  I told him "Excellent, bring it
for the next class."

For the five kids, I had a stack of books on a
table.  They were to select a book from that
stack, or if they had something they wanted to
read of equivalent or greater content, I would
probably approve their choice. 

The table had the three 'Winnie-the-Pooh' books, a
few of the Hardy Boy's books, several bundles of
comic books and a few Mad Magazines along with a
sampling of books from the library.  I told the
boys that if they wanted to select current
magazines that I would consider them, although I
recommended that they start with.

The three older students weren't much of a
problem, they had made the commitment to learn and
so long as I kept it not too painful, they were
willing to work.  Edgar took off and ran with it,
he was far from dumb, but had spend most of his
life being knocked down because he was black and
illiterate.  His youngest daughter had finally
convinced him to try, she showed up to check up on
him several times over the weeks.

One of the two mothers dropped out -- apparently
she couldn't stand it to give up drugs and booze,
the third time she showed up in class stoned, I
told her to leave and not bother to come back till
she had gone through detox and been clean for
three months.

The other girl worked at it and learned.  She and
Sissy became a rather odd pair of friends, they
worked together on the computer, then on reading,
sharing material and helping each other with
words.  Her daughter and Callie were about the
same age, after a while I obtained a large play
pen and the two toddlers would play and sleep
while we worked, with Edgar joining Andi, Jennifer
and me in baby care.

As I hoped, I managed to guide the two boys into
learning to read from magazines, then books that
they were interested in.  They had much of the raw
basics of reading, they went through the reading
program in three weeks, three quarters of it
during the last of those weeks as they finally got
interested in it.  They treated it as a computer
game at the end and whipped through it.

By the end of six weeks, I had all my remaining
students reading pretty well.  The main limitation
I was running into was inherent vocabulary and
understanding rather than reading ability.

Edgar was clearly in the lead -- even a man that
had been nearly illiterate had world experiences
that gave understanding to what the words meant
that the younger students couldn't touch.

Edgar was pretty well over his hump.  He learned,
in his gut, that he was a pretty bright guy, who
had not been forced to learn these skills when he
was young, and then had been classed as stupid
because he couldn't read since.  Once he got past
the belief that he was stupid, he did well.

He benefited by attending class and working his
way through his work certification study
materials.  On my advice, he spent half his class
time reading other material to broaden his reading
skills.  In addition, he was working his way into
being a useful teaching assistant.  Between being
a grandfather and a recent beginning reading
student, he had larger reservoirs of patience than
I did.  I tended to snap at someone who asked the
same question, or made the same mistake the fifth
time.  Edgar was just as gentle the seventh time
as the first.

My three took off on reading.  I rewarded them for
a time at home for reading, by the time I had been
a daddy for four months I noted that keeping them
supplied with new material had become my major
problem with getting them to read.

The two boys graduated to a regular classroom
group, still attending my class one session per
week.

Jennifer was simply slower.  She was fairly well
behaved, but her progress was slower than the
others.

Still she learned to read well enough to get
through a Harlequin Romance every couple of weeks
and could read articles in the Baby magazines well
enough to get useful information.

As thing settled down some, I would get a new
student or two every couple of weeks and some
would graduate or drop out at the same rate.

After a couple of months I got assigned an
apprentice and a couple of months after that got
called in by Boss for a conference.

*******************************************

Chapter y

B.G. (before girls), my emergency plans had
involved splitting my assets into a number of
accounts with provisions for accessing them from
places and identities that were not what I was
using while I worked as head of IT for this one of
Boss's divisions.  That and keeping three separate
caches of cash and other supplies where they could
be grabbed quickly as I departed by one of my
emergency routes.

A.G, or perhaps W.G. (with girls), I could no
longer figure to stand up from my desk and, if I
got out clean in terms of 5 minutes, figure on
being out of town in 20 minutes from a standing
start, and several states away in a day or two.
At a bare minimum, at the wrong time of day, it
might take me over an hour to collect the girls,
plus two or three good sized bags instead of one
bag that I could carry in one hand and easily
carry onto a bus or airline.

I had traded my car in on a minivan.  A bit of a
whimper there, it had been a good car for quite a
while and I had it fixed up just to suit me.

Girls were a good enough thing that I didn't
regret having them, even with the change in
vehicles, but car, if I felt pressed enough to
take the risks, could maintain 90mph for a full
tank of gas.  Van was at least 10 mph below that,
and at those speeds, no better than 2/3 the range
as well.  And that was if I could get the girls to
the car and get out of the area clean.  If not,
trying to herd four kids in a 'flee for ones life'
scenario looked orders of magnitude harder.

When I got into Boss's office, her first words
were "How are your contingency plans for when I
lose it shaping up Alan?"

As usual, she was behind a screen in a dark area
with me in a more brightly lit part of the room.
I had been searched before I was allowed into her
presence.

This was expected, and I had taken care to arrive
with nothing that would be considered a problem by
security.

I could see her shape in the dimly lit portion of
the room, but would have been unable to pick her
out of a lineup or be certain of a photograph.  I
had been in her immediate presence one time, when
she had been a much younger Boss, not as well
entrenched in her power, and I was eight years
old.  By the next meeting, nearly four years
later, I had been unable to see her clearly.

Since I fully understood that these precautions
were to protect me even more than they were to
protect her, I went along willingly and made no
attempt to subvert her precautions.




**************************************************

Once more, this story is far from done.  I'm gonna
post what is here and continue to work on it,
reposting as I make additions of substance.

Enjoy what I have, let me know if you have
constructive criticism.

********************

No need to read the below unless you want to, I
will probably remove them for the final version.

Notes:

Alan Collins, Head of IT for one of Boss's
divisions.
30ish, child of the slums that managed. with help,
to climb out.  Recently promoted to head slave to
the four Chapman girls.

Mom, a Chapman, druggie, pimp and dead.

-------------
The girls, children of many fathers --

Andria (Andi), dirty blond with gray eyes and an
narrow face.

Rebecca (Sissy), a fairly light blond, blue eyes.

Elizabeth (Lizzy), , a dark brunette with brown
eyes and a rounder face.  One would suspect a
Mexican father.

Callie -- baby, hair quite dark and fairly long
for a little.

Collectively Alan's daughters/concubines/masters.

---------

Frankie, Upper middle management in Boss's
organization.  Head of local security and
enforcement.

Doc 50ish.  Dried out drunk/druggie who got
careless about his like for little girls as well.

Very good doctor, but not employable outside of
Boss's world.  Which is a good thing for that
world.  Has a S.O. and keeper, 10yo girl who has
owned Doc for over three years now.

Kathy -- Alan's second.  Very competent IS boss,
perhaps a bit better suited to Boss's world than
Alan.

Ms. Evanston -- 50ish, brown.  Not really a part
of the slum world.  Head of Boss's private school
system.  Has a fairly free hand in deciding which
kids to allow into her school.  Mostly will take
any kid bright enough to do good work (by public
school standards), and disciplined enough to
attend school, do the work and not actively cause
trouble.

Well over half of her students are nonstandard
students.  Pregnant girls are welcomed, for
instance, as are older students.  Only burden on
the older students is a higher standard for due
diligence for attendance and work, and less
tolerance for destructive behavior.

Child care is furnished for children of students
at any grade level.

Boss will sponsor high ability students to go
beyond high school levels, and assists lesser but
competent students to attend normal community
college and higher.
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