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Subject: {ASSM} Refugees  (ped bdsm Mgg romantic)
Date: Sat,  6 Oct 2001 11:10:02 -0400
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Refugees

I worked at a medical station in a missionary refugee camp during
the **** War. Actually I sort of WAS the medical station, since I
was the only doctor there, and I had supplied, staffed, and paid
for the transportation of the supplies and equipment myself. I
wanted my own way in and out, so I flew separately to a nearby
airstrip in my Cessna, and drove the jeep I had arranged for to
the camp. 

It was in the camp that I met Lesa and Katya.

They weren't sisters, although they acted like it. They had come
into the camp together, and they were never apart. Katya was 14,
and constantly looked out for Lesa, who was 10. They were both
small and slender, although obviously Lesa was smaller than
Katya. 

My first contact with them was when they were brought to me for
the medical exam, obligatory for all children on first arrival.
Ordinarily such an exam would be done chaperoned, but we had no
staff for that. Obviously I looked forward to the prospect of
unchaperoned time with the girls in a state of undress, but the
exam really did need to be comprehensive, considering the
possibilities of infection, trauma, etc. So I got a good look at
them. Katya was a slender young teen, with small, pointy, high
breasts, and fairly little hair yet below her neck. She was blond
and very cute. Lesa was gorgeous; slim, elfin, no breasts to
speak of, and of course no hair at all below her neck. She had
long, straight, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back. I
disrobed them both fully for the exam, but, other than internally
enjoying the experience immensely, I kept a professional
demeanor. I maintained a steady, gentle but firm, touch, even as
I checked their breasts and genitals.  They watched me closely as
I examined them, but I held a serious, kind but distant, look on
my face throughout. I wanted them to trust me, and rely on me. 

They both, of course, were fairly filthy, but fortunately had no
evidence of anything more serious than lice. The proper soap and
shampoo soon dealt with both problems. I pulled strings and made
sure they had a decent tent, and arranged for it to be in the
small tenting area near the clinic, so I could watch over them. I
had been hoping for the arrival of someone just like them; it was
the main reason I had come to the area in the first place.
Finding two at once was beyond my dreams.

It didn't take long for me to become the adult to whom they
turned most commonly for anything: advice, help, solace. No one
else took any time with them anyway. I made sure to cross their
paths on a regular basis. I brought at least one full meal a day
to them, and made sure they had  plenty of fresh water. I took
them to the services in the camp. After a week or two they were
both at the altar, converting. 

I began to probe a bit to find out their backgrounds. It turned
out both of them had been in the same place before coming to the
camp. They had been staying with, or were the captives of (I
could never quite tell which) a man who had found them both in
the rubble of a city and taken them in. After some gentle
questioning, Katya divulged some details of their life with this
man. "He spanked me," she said. I tried to remain noncommital and
unperturbed, but it was difficult! 

"He spanked you?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. And whipped me, too. But it wasn't so bad; he didn't do
it really hard. But he did it a lot. Just about anytime he wanted
to he would whip me. And the way he whipped me...!" she trailed
off. 

"What way," I asked. 

She blushed and stammered. "He whipped me on my...my breasts!"
she exclaimed. "And between my legs! It felt so...strange! And I
think he would have raped me pretty soon if the fighting hadn't
come to the village. We think he got killed in the fighting."

"What about you, Lesa?" I asked, "How did he treat you?" 

"He spanked me, too!" she piped up. "A lot! And he whipped me on
my legs and my bottom and my little nipples, too!"

Katya looked at me but inclined her head at Lesa. "I think he was
going to rape her, too," she stage-whispered.

"Why didn't you run away?" I inquired. 

Lesa and Katya looked at each other. "We didn't know where else
to go," Katya said.

"And besides, " Lesa said, "It was kinda fun, sometimes, when he
punished us." Katya didn't say anything, but she blushed deeply.


I could hardly believe my good fortune to have encountered such
beautiful little girls, apparently unattached, with such
experiences behind them. But there was nothing I could do about
it at present, except continue to be their friend, and bide my
time till I could be more.

The time was not long in coming. The fighting unexpectedly swept
close to the mission. Evacuation commenced. Confusion reigned.
There was no way I was going to trust the two girls to the
vagaries of the evac process. We could hear the guns in the
distance. I went to the director of the mission and told him I
would get the girls out in my jeep. I think he was aware of my
relationship with the girls, but either was too busy, or didn't
want, to interfere.  But now he gave me one long searching look.
I held his eye. I think he could tell that I had the welfare of
the girls at heart, even if he did not completely approve of my
interest in them. After a long moment he just gave a curt nod,
and turned back to the other demands in front of him. 

I hustled the girls out the door with practically only the
clothes on their backs, and we jumped in the jeep, even as we
could hear the troops approaching from the other side of the
complex. We made it to the airstrip where I had stored my plane,
and we loaded up. Soon we were in the air, and I contacted BOFORS
to arrange air cover, or at least to keep them from being
trigger-happy as I flew into their space. Once a little money had
changed hands I was able to get them travel papers. I whisked
them off to ****-land  and installed them in the house I had
there. 

Once we were settled in, I sat them down for a long talk. I
explained to them that I desired them and wanted to sexually
punish them, too. But if they preferred, I would ship them off to
some boarding school or convent, and arrange for their schooling,
and room and board. But I would not see them again, since it
would be too hard on me to not be able to have them. But if they
stayed with me, then we would be married (****-land  being quite
liberal v.v. the number and age of one's wives), and I would be
their husband and their master. They conferred for a moment in
another room. Inside of half a minute they came pelting back to
me and threw themselves in my arms.

I located a minister willing to perform the service, and we were
all married. Back at the house I spent a long time just holding
them and kissing them. Then I told them both to bend over and
hold their ankles. I tossed their skirts up, pulled their cotton
panties down, and spanked them barehanded, first one's bottom,
then the other's, as their moans and whimpers filled the air,
mingling sweetly with the "SMACK!" of bare hand on girl's bottom.
I told Lesa to stand still for a minute, and sat down, pulling
Katya over my lap. I continued her spanking with hard smacks
reddening her bare young-teen bottom as she shivered and sobbed.
I let her up and she bounced to her feet, rubbing her buttocks
and sniffling. I beckoned little Lesa over and she shyly sidled
up to me. I tipped her over my knees and gave her the same
treatment. What a lovely feeling it was, having my hand smack
down onto her bare ten-year-old bottom, so soft and small! Soon I
had both of their bottoms reddened. I stripped them naked and
strolled around, ogling their sweet charms. Katya stood a  head
taller than Lesa, still only up to the middle of my chest. Her
breasts were small and pointy, high and soft. Her hips, though
flaring, were still slim. Her cleft was beautiful, only lightly
fledged, blonde like her head. Lesa was a vision. Heartbreakingly
slender, and, after her spanking, a face like an angel in
despair. Her breasts were mere buds topped by erect nipples, only
barely breaking the plane of her chest. Her cleft lips peeked
from between her thighs, completely unfledged. 

I took a riding crop down off the wall and began to whip first
one, then the other, on their thighs, front and back. Then I
smacked their already punished bottoms with the crop. How they
moaned and cried out, dancing from foot to foot! But their
punishment had barely begun. I brought the crop down across
Katya's little breasts one after the other. She cried out wildly
as little Lesa's eyes widened. Soon Katya's breasts were
fetchingly reddened, her nipples erect and swollen. Then it was
Lesa's turn. She trembled and yelped as I smacked her little
breast buds and nipples with the crop. Soon her nipples were
likewise reddened and erect. I couldn't resist reaching out and
taking one of each of their breasts in either hand, kneading and
working them, pinching and twisting their little nipples, still
smarting from their punishment, making them gasp and moan.

I put Katya on the bed in knee-chest position and told her to
stay there until I told her otherwise. Then I turned my attention
to little Lesa. I lubricated my left hand, insinuated it between
her bottom cheeks, and pierced her anus as she cried out. Then I
began to spank her full upon her bare cleft lips. Punishing the
pretty little preteen like that was the most exciting experience
I had ever had. Feeling her little anus clench and spasm on my
fingers as they pierced, penetrated, and probed her deeply;
feeling my other hand SMACK against her bare cleft as she
quivered and cried out; there was nothing like it. 

Finally I left her shivering and sniffling and returned to Katya.
I pulled an ice dildo out of the small freezer in the room, and
unceremoniously thrust it into her trembling anus. She cried out
wildly as I worked it in and out of her steadily and firmly. I
reached around and seized her clitoris. As I pinched and twisted
her clit and raped her anus with the ice dildo, she began to moan
rhythmically with each thrust. Soon her hips were working back
and forth automatically as she was driven to distraction by the
intense punishment. Suddenly she was bucking, yelping and
sobbing, as she began to come. I quickly withdrew the dildo, and
substituted it with my rod, ramming deep into her, raping her of
the virginity of her tender anus as she nearly screamed. It
wasn't long before we were both climaxing as I raped her
young-teen anus, driving to the hilt as I emptied my seed into
her.

We collapsed on the bed for a while as I held her and kissed her
hair and neck, still buried within her anus while she clenched
and spasmed. Then I withdrew and left her sniffling and murmuring
on the bed. 

I slipped off to the bathroom and cleaned up. Coming back to
Lesa, I briskly laid her down on the bed and without warning
fastened my mouth on her cleft, raping her with my tongue. I
pressed firmly against her maidenhead, making her cry out. Then I
took her clitoris, punishing her there with long excruciating
bites between tongue and teeth that made her writhe and moan.
Soon she, too, was nearing a little-girl's orgasm. I raised up
and positioned the head of my rod between her cleft lips. I drove
hard into her, raping her of her maidenhead, as she gave a short
scream. I lay covering her, holding her close as she sobbed and
moaned, still buried in her. As her distress died away to the
occasional sniffle, I resumed raping her, pistoning in and out of
her abused cleft. She cried out with each thrust. Not my wildest
imaginings had prepared me for the tightness and sweetness of a
preteen girl's maidenhood. Having already spent myself in Katya,
I was able to last long enough to bring Lesa over the edge as
well, despite the intense excitement I felt from the experience I
was having. It probably took longer for her because of her tender
age, and the soreness of her cleft, having just been deflowered.
It was so sweet to be raping such a pretty little preteen as she
came, quivering and yipping, crying out, "OH! OH! OH, Sir,
please! AAAH!" After she was spent, I punished her with more
stern thrusts, making her shake and moan, until I finally deigned
to empty myself at her cervix.

I held her close, wrapped in my arms, as she trembled and sobbed.
Soon she was putting her little tear-stained face up for sweet
kisses. Katya moved in on my other side, and I lay between my two
sweet girl-wives, kissing and holding them, reveling in the
knowledge that their  slender  little-girl bodies were mine to
punish and sweetly rape.

Which reminded me: I still hadn't raped Katya in her cleft! Well,
she would have to wait until the morning.

The end.


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