Introduction

It was a sight he had longed for his entire life, even before he acknowledged his feelings. Siting naked on a comfortable lilac armchair was his little girl, the oldest of them, holding a naked chubby baby in her arm. The deliciously cuddly babe had her soft young lips wrapped around her mommy's large breast, engorged with milk. She sucked intensely as her mother ran her finger over her moving cheeks entranced by her baby's beauty. Daddy came closer, his erect cock in his hand, gently stroking himself. He stood there, close to them, silent for a while. When his little girl looked up at him with the tenderest look in her eyes, he directed his cock to her mouth, and she began sucking him, right above their baby's face. He felt the warmth of his heart run all over his body as she ran her tongue over the head of his cock inside her mouth. She tongued and sucked on him for a while, enjoying Daddy's shaft filling her mouth all the way to her throat. He moaned. He slowly withdrew his member and ran it over his baby's lips, still glued to her mother's nipples. The baby let go of her mom's nipple for just a second. Unable to resist the temptation, he directed his cock to the young baby's lips: she instinctively wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started sucking vigorously, as she had done so many times with her mommy's breast. Daddy felt his entire body shiver in the most indescribable emotion he had ever had, as he watched his very own baby daughter taste his cock for the first time, while her mother held her.

He couldn't hold it much longer, his orgasm was about to shoot through his body. He pulled his cock away from the baby's lips, and shot his load over his little girl's full breast, coating them with his milk. She looked at him lovingly and placed her cum coated nipple back into her baby's lips, feeding her on mommy's milk and daddy's seed. She would soon get used to the taste of cum, for this would be the first of many times her father would give her this lovely mixture. The scene was endearing, their family now beginning to develop.

On the other side of the room, two other girls, one aged 17 and already six months pregnant, and another aged 15 and three months along, cuddled together as they watched. When daddy shot his load, they came closer, crawling over the floor as they had been trained to do, wearing only their leather collars. They kneeled before daddy and licked his cock clean.

There was a time when he thought he would never be able to form his family the way he had intended, but that seemed long ago now. His Family was finally on its way, with the birth of his first biological daughter and with his slave daughters all with their bellies filled with his seed's fertility. He was a happy man now.

The Begining

It had taken Daddy many years to understand and embrace who he really was. First and foremost, he was a Master. He needed the women in his life to be his slaves, totally dedicated to him and the family, and rid of any personal rights and will. This was the only way his family could thrive. Second, he was a pedophile. The assertion itself is taboo, especially in a society where people's real, deep-seated emotions are so many times the subject of scorn and prejudice. Daddy wasn't, however, the sadistic and violent type. He just loved children, he loved them in every way, from their pure emotions and unparalleled capacity for love and surrender to their soft skin, small chubby bodies, innocent little eyes.

Yes, he loved children, and he knew in his heart he could never hurt them. And yet, how to reconcile his love and his desires with society's grim view of the physically embracing relationship between children and adults? The fact was he couldn't. Or would never even be allowed to try. There was only one way he could live out his dream of unrestrictedly loving his children without causing them any harm: they had to live in isolation.

The way Daddy saw it, most of the harm and negative feelings caused by incest did not come from the act of pedophilic incest itself, but from the contradiction between the way the family saw itself, sharing their endearing love, and the way the world outside viewed it as a sick and twisted relationship, always telling the children how dirty it was. This contradiction being taken out of the equation, what we were left with was a family which embraced and encouraged the full expression of each one's feelings towards the others. No touch would be limited, no sign of affection would ever be concealed or considered wrong. And as children are sexual beings it was only natural that aspects of sexuality would arise between children and parents or between the children themselves.

How could people think it would be emotionally more appropriate for a youngster to experience sexual initiation at the hands of people who don't really care for them, then to receive their instructions and introduction from the loving hands of their parents, who unconditionally love them? All possible rationale was in his favor, so he decided that the only way to carry out his dreams would be to live in complete isolation with his family, so the prejudice from the outside world and society's lack of understanding of his love would not harm his children.

After devising the plan, structuring his future carefully in every detail, he had to find a woman, one who shared his views and dreams, one who would be ready to submit and surrender her life to him. The search wasn't easy. Disclosing his mindset was hard and it took a long time. But the world is full of people with feelings they don't understand or admit to, eager to be freed from the slavery of societal mental conditioning, and he knew how to do just that: he had walked down the same road.

Little Girl #1: Amelia

She had been married before, but her marriage had failed miserably. It was hard to pin point why at first... They fought, they made up in nights of torrid, aggressive sex, and the cycle seemed endless. After a while, it also seemed pointless. Her husband was not a bad man, but he fell short when it came to taking care of her. And although she wouldn't admit it at the time, for having been raised as a strong headed, independent woman, all she ever needed was being taken care of.

All throughout her life she had to take care of herself. Her father was a drunk, and her mother took upon herself not only the house duties, but also the role of breadwinner, in the long intervals in which her father was jobless. It was not her fault really that she forgot about Amelia, she had her husband and her son to take care of, and she did just that, diligently. But she saw Amelia as an extension of herself, another caretaker, not one who should be protected, although she was the youngest child. Amelia started working pretty early, at the age of fifteen, to support her small wants and needs, like a new pair of jeans or weekend outings. Soon, she was also contributing to the household expenses.

In her twenties, she already lived independently, but her parents still relied on her and her brother to provide for them. Having been an overachiever at school, she actually thought life would be easier as she grew up and started working, but apparently she had made bad career choices and went into a field where much money couldn't be made: she became a school teacher, just like her mother once had been. Being around children all day had some severe consequences on Amelia. She found herself very fond of them, more than she should. She thought of her little ones in a very special way, at least when she was in private. By that time, she was already in the makings of a slut, never having a steady boyfriend, just numerous one night stands, which occasionally lasted more than the one night they were supposed to encompass, but never leading to steady relationship.

The truth of the matter was that most men she met were not the strong type that really appealed to her. And emotionally, she had always found it easier to bond with girls. She tried a girl once, but although it was good, it lacked the intensity of relationship with a man, a real man. On top of that, she could not stop fantasizing about the children she taught, some as young as 6, others already teenagers. She saw herself teaching them how to please their young bodies, how to discover the hidden pleasure that waited in their 'special places'. She could visualize the young puffy pink pussies of her little doll students being kissed by her, fondled, and even penetrated by her fingers. When her pubescent teen students came to class wearing tight cotton t-shirt, she could see the outline of their breasts poking through the fabric, the girls unaware of her stirred feelings and wet underpants. All she longed for was taking those budding nipples in her lips, and sucking them gently as she embraced them lovingly. Of course she never acted upon those feelings, for she knew and had always been taught they were wrong and disgusting.

She knew she was a pedophile and it had taken all the strength in the world to say those words to herself, the first time she looked at a 6 year old girl and thought 'I want to kiss those lips'. She was only seventeen at the time, just on the verge of discovering her sexuality, and she thought those feeling would pass, but they never did. Instead, she found herself shaping her life in a way she could have constant contact with children and even more, become the center of their attention and the object of their affection. She felt like a monster, but somewhere deep down in her heart she knew she couldn't change, that was her core identity.

Little Girl #2: Elena

'Nooo, nooo, daddy...It was all my fault...Please, daddyyyyy.....' It was all she could say when they took him away. She knew it was her fault, it had been her mistake that he was now being put in jail, her mother was awaiting trial and her two sister were separated from her, each going to different foster family.

How could that be better than what they had? Elena asked herself remembering the warm nights she had spent in her parents bed, being loved by her dad and her mommy, feeling their bodies pressed against her. She was now 14 and the oldest of three sisters, aged 9 and 7. They lived in an apartment complex in Brookling, in a good neighborhood, attended a good public school, both their parents were stable people and upstanding citizens. That was all the more reason for the shock it caused in the whole community.

Elena was coming home from school on her bike as she did every day, when a car came around the corner and knocked her down, unconscious and bleeding on the side walk. The ambulances were quick to arrive and take her to the hospital. Her bleeding down her legs was strong and heavy, causing paramedics and doctors alike to be suspicious in addition to just concerned. At the hospital, they found she was pregnant, hardly three months, and the impact had caused her to lose the baby. Some detectives were called in, but although she never revealed the identity of her sexual partner, the DNA analysis was uncontestable: she was carrying her father's baby.

Under the pretext he had abused his daughter, the police and social services wracked her home, taking him and his wife into custody. The kids were taken by social services and placed in temporary homes, pending a resolution of the case. Elena had nowhere to go, so she went with them. Physically hurt, devastated by the loss of her beloved baby and broken hearted because of the destruction of her family, she went into a downward spiral of depression. No one listened to what she had to say, no matter how many support groups they placed her in.

Little Girl #1: Amelia

In a senseless attempt to soothe her cravings, she engaged even more constantly in sex with strangers, not really caring who they were or what they looked like. That was until she met the one who was to be her future husband. He took her on the very same night, not asking her many questions, not giving her a chance to resist, to back down. They were walking home from a busy night club where they had met and hooked up, when they had to cross a park. Amelia hesitated. It was 3am and dark, she didn't want to be robbed or even killed. After all, this was Rio de Janeiro.

He ignored her pleas to take a different path by just walking ahead. Helpless, she followed him. For maybe the first time, she ignored her independent woman's instinct and let go of her will to follow a man. That was the moment she fell in love. Not later, as many would presume, when he grabbed her whole body and laid her down on the grass, reaching for her panties and yanking them down to penetrate her roughly while they kissed so passionately. The definitive moment for her was her surrender.

They had sex like she never had before, ignoring all danger and public exposure. She sucked on his cock with the eagerness of a hungry baby first being fed by its mother's breast and she was fascinated by his touch, his strength, his raw masculinity. When they finally got home, they spent the rest of the night and some of the morning exploring each other's bodies and drinking each other's juices. The sun was already high when they gave in, worn out by their own desires. Not long after that, they got married.

The relationship that followed was every bit as disappointing as their first encounter was exciting. What she thought was the man who would conquer her, turned out to be incapable of restraining her in any other way than physically. Not that she knew exactly what she wanted from him, she had just hints of her submissive nature which would surface on some rare occasions and then leave her feeling incomplete and alone.

Once she asked him to take a mistress and bring her home to fuck in front of her. Something about this consented humiliation turned her on. She wanted to know he had other women, she wanted to be unable to stop him in his raw sexuality and male role to conquer as many women as he possibly could. But although he agreed and indulged in her fantasies when they had sex, he never acted on it, dismissing it as bedroom talk rather than acknowledging them as her true desires.

Only three years later she discovered her desire to truly submit. Browsing the internet, she became acquainted with BDSM and the fantastic domination/submission scenarios that turned her on beyond what she rationally thought possible. She found a Dom by chance, and he would give her tasks to do and although he would never know whether she actually did it or not, she carried out his orders to the letter, and felt perpetually aroused in the process. Her real life slutiness subsided to give way to her online whorishness. She would put her collar on and kneel for him on the camera, she would buy new lingerie to seduce him, she even developed a fetish for branding herself, writing across her boobs she was His slut, his whore, his slave. Still, there was something missing that only became clear when she found a Daddy.

She didn't just want a man who would take care of her, take care of her life, own her. She wanted a Daddy, to love her, understand her, listen to her feelings, however messed up, conflicted and perverse they might be. The journey to surrender was slow and conflicted. She had to move from her city and relocate near him so they could experience a greater level of intimacy and finally feel comfortable enough to trust their deepest feelings to each other. A part of her fought so hard not to give in, not to be HIS, but when she severed ties with her family and moved away, belonging to him became the next natural step. She was coming home.

Little Girl #3: Lee Ann

Lee Ann was not like the others. Her journey was more conflicted, more violent and at times more hopeless than one could think of within their darkest fantasies. She had been the true character of all the newsworthy stories that were uncovered from adventurous journalists when traveling to the far east. Yes, she was from Thailand, from the rural confines of the world's most perverted center of pedophilia.

At the age of 3, she was sold into sexual slavery by her parents. Most of us would prefer to believe these things don't exist, that the world cannot get this twisted, but there are brothels for the sickest of desires, and most are located in the remote areas of South East Asia, where the arms of the law can't reach. Being born a girl in rural Thailand meant just one thing: an opportunity for quick cash by desperate hungry parents, struggling to keep whatever they had in face of extreme poverty. So when the scavengers offered two hundred dollars to rid her parents of yet another mouth to feed, they were happy. Maybe they fooled themselves, thinking she would grow up as a maid in some rich people's home, but the sad truth was that she would soon become a whore in an establishment owned by a German couple in the outskirts of Bangkok. She cried when she was taken away from her parents, even if unaware of her destiny. When they arrived at her destination she was not alone: 6 more girls, with ages varying from 2 to 8 shared the back of the pick-up truck they were being transported in like animals. Yet, when they got to the city, she was fascinated. She played with her new friends during the long drive and they arrived in a big house, the biggest one she had ever seen...It even had two floors. Her childish mind wondered how could it be so tall and how could people get up there. She had never seen stairs in her life, and when she saw a fat lady with curly golden hair speaking to them in a language she had never heard, she thought she was some kind of magical being who could fly up there and would one day teach her how.

The lady would teach her many things, yes, but none were magical. The children were brought to her, and she immediately sent them to a large bathroom where they were put three at a time inside a large bathtub and were scrubbed violently by older children, around 11 or 12. When they came out of the bathtub, still naked, the blond woman inspected them, searching for every detail, and probing their young pussies with her fingers. She separated two of the oldest ones, and said something to the 12 year old girl who took them away. Lee Ann could not understand what was going on even if she tried. Even if she could understand English, she would not have known what a virgin or an auction was.

Naked still, she was taken along with the other children to a preparation room, where her hair was dried and brushed, some make up was applied and cheap perfume was sprayed all over them. They sat and waited for the next command. A while later, they were taken to a stage surrounded by men, some older, some younger. The auction took place without much hassle and within an hour she was being handed to a man in his early sixties, who took her in his arms and told her things she couldn't understand, until he laid her naked body on a bed that was in the very center of a large room full of people. She could see that most men around had their own girls, sitting on their laps. They were mostly naked, except for a shirt here and there.

The man wasted no time and probed her cunt looking for her hole, checking if she was really a virgin; after all, he had paid almost 2 thousand dollars for her little cherry. All Lee Ann could feel was embarrassment and a useless urge to fight, but the man on top of her spreading her pussy lips was much too powerful and no matter how much she squirmed under him, she could not escape his grip. He spread her legs and showed her cunt to a cheering audience. It was probably the first moment in her short life that she thought of dying, maybe not as we understand it, but in the innocent mind of a three year old, she wanted everything to end. However, things could yet get worse and they did, as the man shoved his cock into her, with just enough lubrication to make it viable, as she screamed in pain and confusion. He kept thrusting his cock up her cunt, conquering her inch by inch, helped by the blood dripping down her plucked hole. People around cheered him on, and all she could see were flashes of the crowd. The images she saw that day would become familiar to her after a while: young girls bouncing up and down stranger's cocks, kids kneeling in front of men with their faces buried in their groins, boys and girls alike on all fours having their assholes drilled. The pain and humiliation were too much and she passed out.

That did not stop the man, who continued to pump into her until he exploded inside her and left her dripping on the bed. Before he left, however, he slapped her face twice, trying to wake her to no avail. Another man came over and checked her breathing, reassuring the other she was still alive. The first of her rapists did not seem so concerned either way, and gave him permission to use her while he regained his strength and had a glass of whiskey.

Her second rapist was much gentler. She was unconscious so it is hard to say whether she felt the difference, but he took his time fingering her cunt and licking it clean from all the semen and blood combined. His tongue caressed her tinny slit, running over the outside lips, the inside ones, and going in and out of her stretched hole. He loved the scent of her freshly fucked vagina while another kid, an eight year old boy, sucked his hard cock. He went up her body, caressing her soft baby skin and pulling her baby nipples in his finger, hoping she would wake and feel his touch. With his cock now hard and ready, he positioned himself on top of her and slowly slid his small member inside her. Oh, the feel of that sweet tight cunt wrapped around his penis, knowing it was the first time this baby was being used, knowing he was part of her initiation. As he pumped in and out of her she regained conscience and again tried to flight, but he held her small hips firmly under him, until he was ready to cum, withdrawing only to shoot his load all over her face. In a final act of gentle cruelty, he took a finger full of cum from her chubby cheeks and fed it to her beautiful tinny lips making a funny remark about getting used to the taste of cum, which drew loud laughter from the audience.

Three other men raped her that very same night, and she lost and regained her senses multiple times. After her initiation, she spent a week in the infirmary, and a few more days healing in a bedroom she now shared with other girls. Her life wouldn't change much after that for the next two years and she soon grew accustomed to the idea that she wasn't a person, but a toy, a cumdump for strange men to use at their will.