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Subject: {ASSM} First Date at the Farmhouse {Georgie Porgie} (Mgg/g6g4 pedo bond brutal spank, M/g6g4 rape)
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       This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it.

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about reading it.

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse.

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life, as long as they understand that real people are
not to be treated this way.

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People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
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                         First Date at the Farmhouse

              (Mgg/g6g4 pedo bond brutal spank, M/g6g4 rape)

This fantasy involves play, consensual playful spanking, rape, bondage,
rape, bondage, rape, brutal spanking, and rape of two girls age 4 and 6,
by a man with help from their older sisters.  A man visits a family with
four girls, and proceeds to brutalize and rape two of them, with help
from the other two.

I'm not into gore and grossness, so the only bodily fluid you'll find
in the following is tears, and there is no physical injury described.
(If you want that sort of thing, you'll have to imagine it yourself.)
If that doesn't sound like a fantasy you would enjoy, then either don't
read it, or blame yourself.  I'm not forcing anyone to read this
fantasy.

As always, this story is not real, has never happened, and I hope
will never happen, and any resemblance to any real or imaginary person,
character, structure, or place is purely an unintentional coincidence.

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                         First Date at the Farmhouse

                              by Georgie Porgie
                              12 September 1993


     I met them through the woman's ad in the personals: widow with four
pretty daughters seeks loving father and husband.  Serious replies only.
I sent a letter, she sent her number, I called her, and I went to her
home to meet her daughters, to see how much, how often, and how many
ways I could love them.

     The oldest was Angel, a month past her ninth birthday, a wild,
pretty girl with long brown hair and brown eyes, slender and of a normal
height for her age.  Cynthia was seven, radiant in her golden blond
hair, her smile lighting every heart, her blue eyes shining like the
sun in a clear pool. Fauna was next oldest at six, and everyone called
her by her nickname, Fluffy.  The name was appropriate, as her light
brown shoulder-length hair stood out around her head like the fur of a
long-haired kitten.  The youngest girl was four, and nearly ready for
school, a very intelligent red-haired girl, named Lysandra but called
Lisa.  All four girls were quite pretty, each in their own way.

     Their mother, of course, was a woman, with garishly painted nails
and a failed attempt to hide a pallid complexion with an overdose of
makeup.

     They lived in a large ranch house in the country, "four hills"
to the nearest neighbor.  It had a bedroom on the lower floor, two on
the upper floor, and one small bedroom hidden in the attic, which was
Cynthia's. Angel had one of the bedrooms on the second floor, and the
other was shared by Fluffy and Lisa, who slept in bunkbeds.  The girls
led me on a tour of every room in the house while their mother fixed up
a meal for us.  The house had a large basement, roughly finished, which
I saw when the girls took my hands and led me down the stairs to see
their hideaway.  Posts supporting the floors above were left standing
unattached in the basement, with nails protruding at angles holding up
various items hanging on them.  There was a washing machine in a corner,
with a pile of girl's clothes beside it.  I noticed that the girls had
recently worn frilly white dresses, with frilly white socks and frilly
white panties.  At the time, Angel was wearing shorts and a halter top
with nothing but strings across her back, Cynthia wore a light dress,
Fluffy was oddly wearing a bikini bottom that was clearly one or two
sizes too large and a bikini top that didn't match, and four-year-old
Lisa was beautiful in a pink jumper zipped up the back.  They were all
barefoot, which I admired.

     They led me through a low door that I had to duck and turn to
enter, into a small, dark room in the very corner of the basement.
Angel reached up and pulled a chain, turning on a light, a bare bulb
hanging loosely from the ceiling.  The room had been designed as a
pantry, I guessed, but the girls had made it into a cubby hole, loading
the shelves with toys and various objects of every description.  They
were clearly proud of it, so I admired it aloud.  Cynthia said this was
where they came to get away from their mother when she was looking for
them.  Angel corrected her, pointing out that they had a few other
places outside where they could hide.  I asked why their mother didn't
look for them here right away, and they said she never came down in the
basement except to do laundry, so she never knew their hideaway was even
there.  I asked why they would want to hide from their mother.  They
looked at each other knowingly, and kept their silence.  Finally Lisa
spoke up and told me their mother always spanked them really hard when
she was mad, and always tied them up in their bedrooms when she had to
go somewhere in town, unless they hid from her.

     I started kidding them about being really bad girls for hiding from
their mother, and they knew I was kidding, when I said that I would have
to spank them all for being such bad girls.  I sat down on a child-sized
chair they had by the door of the hideaway, and grabbed Fluffy.  I laid
her over my lap and started spanking her bottom lightly, playfully,
laughingly.  They all laughed as I spanked Fluffy, then stood her up and
shook my finger at her, warning that if she was a bad girl again I would
have to spank her again.  She giggled.

     I asked who else had been a bad girl, and got a chorus of gleeful
admissions of guilt.  First I spanked Angel, then Lisa, then I held
Cynthia over my lap.  With Cynthia, I pulled her dress up with one hand
just enough to reveal her panties, then spanked her lightly while she
giggled.

     "Spank her barebottom!" Angel commanded.  "Yea!!" Fluffy echoed.

     "Only if she's been really really naughty," I told them, and asked
Cynthia about it.  She said she was really really REALLY REALLY naughty,
so I pulled her panties down, showing her soft bottom, and proceded to
spank her, a little harder than before.  When I finished, I let my hand
rest on her bottom a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft, warm skin.
She squirmed away and pulled her panties back up only out of habit, not
from any prudishness.

     "Who else has been as naughty as Cynthia?" I asked, and grabbed
Fluffy when she gleefully admitted she had.  I bent her over my knee,
and my cock grew hard and long as I felt the pliable girl's back and
legs.

     I put my hand down deep inside Fluffy's bikini and felt her bottom,
then I spread her legs apart, slipped my hand between her legs and
rubbed her pussy, while the other girls watched.  I told Angel and
Cynthia to hold her arms behind her, which they did, then I stood her
up, knelt before her, and pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles.
I untied the shoulder straps on her bikini top, leaving them dangling,
then pulled it down past her tummy, past her bottom, and dropped it at
her ankles with the other piece.  Angel and Cynthia lifted her up while
I pulled her bikini completely off her, and now she was totally naked,
facing me, with her arms held tight behind her back by her big sisters.
She stood between them, blinking and wondering, occasionally trying to
pull away.

     "What are you going to do?" she asked, as I unbuckled my belt and
dropped my pants.  "Please, let me go, this isn't any fun anymore!" she
begged, as I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt.

     "I know what he's going to do!" Angel snickered, gripping harder as
Fluffy began to squirm frantically.  They stared at my rock-hard cock as
I pulled my underpants down and kicked them off.

     I reached behind Fluffy's back from both sides, and firmly gripped
her wrists.  "Let go of her now, I have her," I told Angel and Cynthia,
and I lifted Fluffy up, face to face with me, and pushed her against the
basement wall.  "Pull her legs apart, really wide" I told the other
girls, who complied.

     Fluffy struggled and squirmed as I pressed my belly hard against
hers, the tip of my cock just stroking her pussy.  She screamed in
desperate agony as I rammed into her and started pumping, while Angel
and Cynthia held her feet. "Oh, please, please, stop it, you're hurting
me, please, oh please please stop oh pleaeeeeeease!" she begged and
pleaded.

     Just then, Lisa tried to slip past Angel and out the door of the
cubby hole.  "Stop her!" I called out, and Angel quickly turned and
grabbed Lisa by the hair and pulled her back into the room.  "Let's
take them upstairs to their bedroom," I suggested, "and finish this
up there."

     "Oh no, please don't, don't hurt me any more, stop, I don't want to
play this game!" Fluffy whimpered.  Lisa started crying, but didn't say
anything.

     "Angel, you take Lisa.  Cynthia, could you bring my clothes,
please?  Leave Fluffy's bikini hanging on one of the posts down here,
and help Angel if she needs it."  We walked to the stairs, Angel holding
Lisa's arms and Cynthia covering her mouth.  I carried Fluffy, both of
us stark naked, my cock still firmly embedded in her warm juicy pussy,
her arms pinned behind her.

     We went up the stairs cautiously, snuck past the kitchen door when
the bitch had her back turned, and quietly ran down the hallway and up
more stairs to the bedroom with the bunk beds.  Cynthia shut the door
as Angel pulled out some ropes which already had one end tied to the
bedposts.  Lisa stood there terrified, looking alternately at me and
Fluffy, at Angel gleefully readying the ropes, and at Cynthia standing
between her and the door, grinning.  She could see there was no hope of
fighting her way out.

     I lay down on Fluffy, down on the floor, and humped on her a
few more times, then got up and let her lay there bawling and holding
herself.  I looked over at Lisa and licked my lips.  Angel had taken one
of Lisa's hands and tightened one loop of a rope around her wrist.  Lisa
stood there by the bed, silently pleading with her tearful eyes.  She
knew what was coming, oh how she knew.  The sight of Fluffy laying naked
on the floor, sobs wracking her body, and the sight of my prick, now
pointing at her, were all the clues she needed.

     Angel slipped the other loop over Lisa's wrist and jerked it tight.
She pushed the ropes through a screw-eye on the bunkbed, apparently put
there for just this purpose.  Lisa's arms were raised over her head and
her tears began flowing faster.  Her pink terry-cloth jumper stretched
tight over her bottom and her pussy, and a tiny sliver of her white
panties showed on the side.  Angel hooked the ropes on another screw-eye
on the far side of the bed, just the right distance to keep Lisa's
wrists against the first one.

     I pinched her jumper and pulled it out away from her tummy.  "In
my pants pocket, Cynthia, there's a knife.  I need it now."  I held out
my other hand.  Lisa started struggling while Cynthia went through my
clothes.  "Angel, do you have another rope for her feet?"

     Angel found another rope as Cynthia put the knife in my hand.  I
flicked open the blade, which made them all jump.  I cut a slit in the
jumper starting at the top between her titties, and worked my way down,
past her belly button, not stopping until I had sliced between her legs.
When I was done, Angel had finished tying Lisa's ankles together.

     Lisa finally found her voice, and began pleading "Please don't,
please don't, oh please don't, oh please let me go, oh stop please don't
hurt me too, oh please please please pleeeeaase!!"  I turned her around
and sliced her jumper between her cheeks and up her back, splitting it
completely in two.  I cut the straps that were holding it up, and it
dropped to her knees.  I forced her knees apart and the pieces landed
draped over her feet.  She stood before me, arms firmly held over her
head, naked but for her panties and the stout ropes which held her.
Angel and Cynthia were giggling at her futile attempts to break free.
Fluffy just lay in the corner, still sobbing quietly.

     I reached out and rubbed Lisa's tummy, up and down and around,
working my way up to her titties with one hand and into her panties to
her pussy with the other.  Then I slowly slipped her panties down.  She
struggled frantically as I slipped it past her pussy, bucking her knees
back and forth and crying out in terrified screams.  I left her panties
with her pink jumper, around her ankles.

     I stepped back to contemplate the sight of her fragile
four-year-old little girl's body, her flawless pale pink skin, her
tear-stained cheeks and eyes, her softly rounded tummy, her beautiful
pink titties with reddish nipples barely visible in their centers, and
of course her cream-colored pussy, fully exposed to my view much against
her will.  She was ready, it was obvious.

     Lifting her by her hips, I raised her to my eye level.  I forced
her legs apart and pulled her knees around me.  I felt the tip of my
cock just brushing her pussy.  I reached between her legs and spread her
pussy out with my fingers and positioned my cock like a missile ready
for launch, pressing against her pussy lips.

     "Do it!  Do it!  Do it!" chanted Angel and Cynthia.

     Lisa squirmed and twisted, which felt great against my stomach and
cock.  She whimpered "oh no, please, let me go let me go!  please don't
hurt me don't do it oh please stop don't do it don't please please
please oh stop please!!"

     "OHHW!! Owww stop ow OWWW! stop STOP!! oh please stop hurting me!
oh please Ooowwwwowwwowww" she pleaded and whined, becoming incoherent
as I forced my throbbing cock into her and slowly pressed it deeper and
deeper.  As I repeatedly thrust and withdrew, each stroke more vigorous
than the last, I fondled her bottom, squeezing and rubbing her.

     I tasted her neck, her shoulders, her salty cheeks, smelled her
little-girl smell, the sweetest aroma there could ever be, that no
perfume could hope to match.  When at last I was satisfied, I released
her and let her hang by her wrists, unable to stand and barely able to
cry.

     "Now we're even!" declared Angel, kicking Lisa's bottom.  Cynthia
turned and did the same to Fluffy, who was still curled up on the floor,
holding her pussy with one hand and covering her eyes with the other,
whining so quietly we could barely hear her.

     "Let's tie her up then go play something else," suggested Angel.
My strength and their experience with the ropes made quick work, and
Fluffy was soon bound by her wrists and ankles, spread-eagled naked on
the top bunkbed.

     "One more minute, then we'll go" I told Angel.  With Fluffy's pussy
spread so invitingly before my eyes, and with this pretty six-year-old
so utterly helpless before my whims, and with my clothes already off
anyway, I just couldn't resist the chance to feel her soft warm flesh
enclosing my cock, and listen to her frantic screams one more time.  I
began climbing up the ladder and over the railing.

     Fluffy had finally quieted, nearly exhausted from crying and
uselessly pleading, but she showed she still had plenty of fight left
when she saw what I intended.  She jerked against her ropes and pleaded
"Oh no please, not again, don't hurt me again, oh please, leave me
alone, stop oh stop stop stop stop stop!"  She struggled vainly as I
crossed the rail and held myself above her on my hands and knees.  "Ohh
don't oh please oh please please don't hurt me again! oh please stop,
ohHWw OOww!" she wailed as I lowered myself onto her and into her full
force.  Her useless struggling became wild with desperation, then ceased
completely.  She was panting from the exertion, blinded by tears of
pain, and barely able to talk, but she kept pleading "stop stop stop oh
owww stop stop oh stop oh stop stop stop OOOww stop! owwhh pleeease!"

     I finished and climbed down, and picked up my clothes.  Angel
was whispering something to Cynthia, who came up to me and stood,
hesitating. "Do you want something?" I asked.

     She glanced at Angel, who nodded back.  "Aren't you going to spank
Lisa barebottom?  The stick is up there above the door," she offered,
giggling.  I looked where she was pointing, and saw that on top of the
doorframe, just barely in my reach, was a ruler as long as my forearm.
One end was stained with sweat, apparently from much usage.  The rest of
the ruler was studded with small tacks on both sides, and was stained
dark red.  I looked over at Lisa, who trembled wide-eyed in terror.  I
could see she had felt that stick before, probably many times.

     "Yes, I think I'll spank her barebottom, but I'll use my hand
first, then the stick.  You two can help if you want.  We'll take turns,
one of us will spank her while the other two hold her legs spread
out. I'll spank her first."  They quickly grabbed her legs, untied
her ankles, and spread them wide, her bottom nearly immobilized right
at hand-level.

     She cried out sharply at the first slap, which brought out a dark
blush on the left cheek of her bottom.  The second even harder slap
brought out a shrill cry of pain and an even deeper tinge of pink on
her pale right cheek.  She struggled and jerked, trying to evade the
inevitable third slap, which came just as she stopped struggling.  She
began wailing from the inescapable torment that was only just beginning
for her.  I spanked and spanked until her whole bottom was a beautiful
rosy shade of red.  Lisa sobbed and sobbed, tears dripping from her chin
or running down her neck to her tiny little titties.

     "My turn now, you promised." Angel insisted.

     "Ok, let's see who can make the loudest sound." I proposed.  "You
give her five swats, then the next person goes.  The winner gets to give
her ten swats with the stick.  Then we'll do it again.  And again.  And
again, until we get tired of it, if we ever do."

     After Angel, Cynthia spanked Lisa with great enthusiasm, but she
still couldn't match the energy that Angel showed.  Nor could I.  Angel
won the first round, and I got down the stick and handed it to her.
Lisa began to shriek even before the first tacks tasted her tender
flesh.  Angel spanked even harder with the stick than she had with her
hand, which made a quieter swat but a much louder scream of pain from
Lisa.

     Angel won the second round, too.  And the third.  And the fourth.
I finally had to declare Cynthia the winner of the fifth round just to
give her a chance with the stick.  All the while, Lisa hung helplessly
from the ropes that bound her, wailing and shaking with sobs from the
unendurable agony of our merciless contest.  When I wasn't spanking
her bottom, I stood back and enjoyed the sight of her pale naked body,
squirming in vain as she tried to avoid the swats.  At last, I claimed
my turn with the stick, gave her ten swats as she whimpered, and put it
back up above the door.

     Again before I could dress, Angel whispered to Cynthia, who
approached me.  "Now what is it?" I asked.

     "If we tie up Lisa the same way as Fluffy, would you do it to her
again too?" she asked.

     I couldn't believe my luck at finding these girls.  Of course
I agreed, and of course I helped them with the necessary 'holding
action' as they retied the ropes.  Lisa's frail arms and legs stretched
painfully as Cynthia and Angel pulled the ropes extra tight.  Of course,
Lisa screamed and squirmed and whimpered and begged and sobbed and cried
and pleaded, and got only what I wanted to give her.  Cynthia and Angel
were giggling at her relentless cries of pain, laughing every time she
begged to be released, laughing when she begged me to stop hurting her.

     What a beautiful sight she was when at last I stood back and began
to dress.  Her eyes were red from crying.  Her wrists and ankles were as
red as her eyes, from pulling on the ropes which held her spread-eagled
naked on the lower bed.  Her pussy was rubbed raw and was redder than
her eyes, and was spread apart wider than Fluffy's because Lisa had
shorter legs.  Her bottom was still crimson from the spankings.  The
rest of her body from forehead to toe was the lovely shade of creamy
pale pink seen only on little girls.  Only her tiny pink breasts, small
as dimes, and the tiny pocket of her belly button decorated the silken
smoothness of her belly and her chest.  The only hair on her body was
the light downiness of her forearms and legs, and the radiant red hair
on her head.  What a sexy little girl she was!

     And she would still be there, still naked, still helpless, still
terrified, when I came back from playing with Angel in her bedroom, and
Cynthia in hers...

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