NIGHTMARE

BY BLACKWIND

AUTHOR'S WARNING: This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence
content. It depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen girl. This
file is intended for those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a
violent edge. If you are turned off my this type of material,
then please delete it immediately and read no further.

Part 1, The Beginning

7:00 a.m. Friday, May 5

Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every morning, ahead
of the alarm clock and her mother's urging. Megan was a good
girl, the very picture of innocence at the tender age of 7. Her
long, dark red hair fell almost to her slender waste, framing her
pretty young face with its button nose and clear blue eyes. Her
smile was the smile of a happy, innocent, well-adjusted little
girl.

She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser to get her
clothes. She didn't stop to look at her slim, four foot three
inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink nipples and
hairless, smooth pussy. Megan could not know that her pink
nipples and hairless pussy would soon become the center of
attention.

Megan selected a pair of clean white coton panties with little
daisies on them from her drawer and slipped them on. She pulled
on a pair of low white socks next, then slipped a short sleeve
dark blue dress with flower patterns on it over her, affixing the
small sewn in belt around the waist. The dress offered an
excellent view of her shapely young legs, as it fell to only the
middle of her slim thighs.

After putting a pair of patent leather black buckle shoes on her
feet, she hurried into the bathroom to brush out her hair and add
a couple of barettes to keep it back. She played with her
earlobes, wishing she could wear earrings. Her mom said no, she
was too young yet.

Back to her room so she could pick up her schoolbooks, then off
to breakfast. She ate her cereal and washed it down with some
milk, the kissed her mother and father good-bye.

"I'm going over to Ashley's after school, mommy", she told her
mother.

"Take an umbrella. It's raining", her mother told her.

Megan grabbed an umbrella on the way out and skipped down the
block to her best friend Ashley's house. Ashley was seven, like
Mindy, with long blonde hair and was also very cute. Ashley's mom
met her at the door.

"Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said. "You can stop over
after school to see her if you want."

"Okay. Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan called, and
skipped off.

It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan traveled
every morning, usually with Mindy. But today Megan would not get
that far. Indeed, little Megan would never get to school.

7:35 a.m.

He looked calm, but hardly felt that way. His hands thrummed
nervously on the steering wheel as he waited. He had chosen the
street purposely because all the houses were either abandoned or
occupied by low-income types who slept all day. He also knew that
the young girls often came this way.

He'd watched them for weeks now. Sometimes they came in pairs or
groups, sometimes alone. He wanted to get one alone, lure her in
or get her close enough. Then...oh yes, then!

Suddenly, he spotted her. There were no other cars on the
street—fortune was smiling at him. Forcing himself to stay calm,
he shifted into drive.

She was young, pretty—he'd seen her before, a gorgeous little
redhead. Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he liked them. And
young. Especially young.

Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb.

5:00 p.m. Friday, May 5

Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner table,
then to the phone. Megan knew to be home by dinner, or at least
call. She was always such a good girl. Always on time, always
polite.

Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and lost track
of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed the Carter's
house. After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up.

"Bev? Hi, it's June. Is Megan there?"

"No June. I expected her to stop by tonight after school, but she
never did. Ashley's been sick all day and—"

"Did you see her this morning?", June asked.

"Yes, about her usual time. Why?"

"She's late for dinner. I'll try her other friends."

A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the police.
She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the school, to no
avail. She was beginning to fear the worst.

Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never felt she
had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd told Megan
maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years back. The town
was simply too friendly and she felt too safe to worry.

Now she was. After giving a description of Ashley to the officer
on the line, she had to sit and wait for another officer to come
over and take a statement. He arrived not five minutes later. He
was young, with acne still on his face, and hardly looked a day
past nineteen.

"Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in a very
businesslike tone.

"She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty pounds, with
waist length red hair and blue eyes. She had on a short sleeved
dark blue dress with a floral pattern, white ankle socks and
black buckle shoes. She was carrying a pink umbrella."

The officer jotted it all down. "You looked around for her? You
know how kids are", he said.

"Yes!", June almost shouted. "It isn't like Megan to not call if
she's going to be late. I'm afraid..."

"Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said. "Some
pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her up and
he's raping her. We'll probably find her dead in a field
someplace."

June blinked a couple of times. Had he actually just said that?
Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and understanding?

"Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about here!",
June screamed.

"Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed. "And we'll look for her, I
promise." He touched the brim of his hat and walked out. June
remained where she was, gaping.

5:43 pm. Friday, May 5

Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in the
information, a sick smile crossing his face. He'd loved the look
on the woman's face, enjoyed it. It was one reason he'd become a
cop. Being a born sadist, he just loved to upset people.

Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl. If they did,
she'd be dead anyway. The idea of it turned him on, a lot. Brig
was not just a sadist, but a pedophile, too. In his opinion,
little girls were just sex toys, meant to be used and thrown
away. By thrown away, he meant killing them. Brig loved snuff
films for that reason. He'd yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd
raped his share of little girls. He was one mean bastard.

He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a photo.
"Here. It was taken last week", she said, handing it to him
through his partly open window. Brig took it with a nod and
examined it. What he saw turned him on. Megan was wearing a short
sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt was short enough to see
lots of thigh. If you looked closely, you could see up her skirt.
That gave him a raging hardon. He needed to let it off. Yeah,
tonight he'd do just that. He got off duty in a hour. Then he'd
go hunt up a little girl, maybe just like Megan. He'd play bad
cop and use her like a rag doll. Of course, he wouldn't do it
here. The city was nearby. He'd go there. Nobody'd notice. Nobody
ever did.

7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5

The house was filled with people. All of June's and Bill's
friends had come over to help out anyway they could. An FBI agent
and an officer from the state police were there, as well as an
officer from the Harper's Falls police department. None of them
talked like Officer Brigs. June was glad for that. At the same
time, she didn't mention Brig's behavior.

The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along with
volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but there was
no sign of Megan. One man—someone the police called "hardly
credible"—had reported seeing Megan talking a man in a burgundy
car. There had been a few sick prank calls, none of which checked
out, from people wanting ransom for Megan.

All the while June was thinking about her own childhood. How one
day she had been lured into a car by "a nice man" and his "wife"
who had tied her up and used her preteen body for sex before
finally letting her go. It bothered her she'd never considered it
could happen here....

Part 2, The Kidnapping

This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content. It
depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen girl.This file is intended
for those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a violent edge. If
you are turned off my this type of material, then please delete
it immediately and read no further.

7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5

It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway as
she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school. She wished
Ashley were there to talk to.

As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her daddy
drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb. The passenger
door beside her opened.

"Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped politely. He
looked like a nice man, pretty old though. His hair was gray and
his face was wrinkled, but he was smiling and his gray eyes
looked friendly.

"I was wondering if you might like a ride to school. I'm going
that way to see my niece", he said to her. "You could show me the
way."

Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy, and the
umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she had heard you
shouldn't get in cars with strangers.

"Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said.

"Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered. "I'll give
you some candy."

"I'd better not", Megan sighed.

Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat toward
her. "Get in", he snapped.

Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide closer to her.

7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5

Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he still had
his badge and cuffs. He also had his gun—a small, unregistered
pistol he figured he might need tonight. He wanted cunt, and
young cunt at that.

Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the nearby city
of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was probably happening to
little Megan Reynolds. He imagined some stranger tearing the
girl's short blue dress off of her young body and slamming his
cock hard into her tiny body. He almost came just thinking about
it.

He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting playgrounds
and one of the two shopping malls, looking for young meat. He'd
gotten mostly girls in their early teens so far, with a
sprinkling of younger girls thrown in. Carlton was a big place
but one of the poorer cities, so it wasn't unusual that a girl
should be raped and couldn't remember who'd attacked her (he
always made sure she couldn't, one way or another).

Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the elementary
school. The rain had kept most of the kids away, but a few boys
were playing basketball and a couple of young girls were on the
merry-go-round. Those two he had his eyes on.

Both were young, about nine or ten. One wore jeans and a sweater,
and had light brown hair; the other wore a checkered skirt and a
white blouse with a red sweater, with short white socks and black
leather shoes. She had long, straight, dark brown hair and a
serious face.

Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left, opposite where
he was. The boys left, too. As soon as they were gone, he got out
and approached the girl.

"Hi", he said, very pleasantly. "What's your name?"

"Kelly", the girl answered.

"How old are you, Kelly?"

"Ten", she answered.

"Something wrong?"

"No." She didn't want to talk much. So he pulled out his badge.
Her eyes grew wide. "Am I in trouble?"

"Yes you are. You're out after curfew. Now come over here."

Kelly walked over. "Am I in trouble for this, too?", she asked,
handing him a note. There was something on it about her talking
in class. He stuffed the note in his pocket and said yes.

Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at him
nervously. "If my mom finds out, she'll kill me", she whimpered.

"Then maybe she won't", Brig said. This was what he needed. "Now
put your hands behind your back."

Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on her small
wrists. It felt incredibly satisfying. He led her to the car and
helped her in. Now it was time to have some fun.

11:45 p.m. Friday, May 5

June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and remembering how
she had been, as a little girl, abducted and raped.

She was eleven when it happened. That was 1975. June had grown up
in a quiet suburb of Cleveland. She was the youngest and smallest
of five children, being only a tiny 4' 3" as Megan was now and
just shy of sixty pounds. Her hair then had been long, to about
the middle of her back, and dark red like Megan's. Her eyes were
hazel—Megan got her blue eyes from her father.

The day it happened, she could remember clealry, had been
overcast and warm. She could even remember her clothes: a pink
t-shirt with the words "Palm Springs" on front, a pair of white
shorts with little bows on the peaked sides and white tennis
sneakers. She'd been shopping with her mother and had gone off to
look at dolls when a young woman had approached her.

"Hi! My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were wondering if
maybe you could help us out", she'd said. She was an attractive,
tall woman with short blonde hair, dressed in bell-bottom jeans a
halter top. June had said sure, she could help....

xxx

"Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading June by the
hand to a small silver car parked out at the edge of the lot. She
could see a young man with wavy brown hair, dressed in jeans and
a t-shirt, sitting in the driver's seat. He gave her a friendly
smile as she got in with the woman.

"So, where you do want to go?", June asked.

"Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still smiling.

June didn't know what that meant. "I don't understand."

The man put his hand on her bare thigh. "You will." He looked at
his wife. "She's cute. Sexy. Good pick."

"Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand was over
June's mouth. June had struggled for a few seconds, then stopped
when the man shoved his hand between her legs. It felt good and
scared her at the same time.

By then they'd started driving. The man told June "we're going to
fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass" and the woman had felt her
as the man did. About ten minutes later they'd pulled into a
two-port garage where another car waited. The man told June
"we're going to tie you up now, be good" and June started to cry.
It didn't help. She was taken out of the car and told to stand
still, the woman's hand still on her mouth, while the man picked
up some rope...

7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5

Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got into the
car.

Immediately the man was friendly. He tossed her books and
umbrella in the back seat and shut the door. "Thank you", he
said.

"For what?", Megan asked.

"For making this so easy."

xxx

He turned away from the girl long enough to put more chloroform
on the cloth tucked down next to his door, then turned back,
shoving the cloth over her mouth and nose. The little girl began
to struggle, and he had to grab her head and hold her tight while
she thrashed. He loved every minute of it. Slowly her struggles
ceased, and very soon her pretty blue eyes closed. He lowered her
head into his lap and gazed over her longingly.

She was so small and pretty, so sexy. Her skirt had ridden up in
her struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a hint of cotton
panties. He looked down at her face, so peaceful in
unconsciousness. He cheek was pressed against his throbbing cock.
Soon, she'd get him off. Soon.

He shifted the car into drive again and took off. The chloroform
would last an hour, tops, and he had to have her home and ready
by then. He would bind and gag her, of course, since it was only
right, but there were other steps to get her ready. He was going
to do more than just rape this young child—he was going to steal
her innocence, break her will, make her his, and then...

He didn't think much about that. Later, when he came to it. In
the meantime he just drove, clearing the town limits six minutes
later, according to schedule, heading out onto the rural back
roads to his cabin. To the place he'd prepared for her, for her
nightmare to begin.

Part 3, June's Story

11:51 p.m. Friday, May 5

As June lay awake remembering, more of her awful memories
unfolded...

xxx

June stood very still as the man approached with the rope. The
woman's hand fell away from June's mouth but she was too scared
to scream. Suddenly she felt her wrists being pulled together,
and the man went around behind her, and she could feel him tying
them.

"How old are you?", the woman asked.

"Eleven", June answered.

"Virgin", the man said. "What's your name?"

"June."

A strip of cloth was pulled between her teeth. She could feel
them knotting it behind her head. She felt the man's, then the
woman's hands move down her legs. More rope was tied around her
ankles. "Alright, take her", she heard the man said.

The woman lifted June easily and put her in the front seat of the
silver car. The man got into the driver's seat of the other,
which was dark blue. The woman got into the driver's seat of the
silver one and pulled June's head down into her lap.

"I think we'll have a lot of fun with you", the woman said,
stroking June's cheek. She started the car and backed out. "Bob
just loves to have his cock sucked and I know you'll do it really
good. Then you're going to eat my cunt and love it."

She didn't say much after that. After about ten minutes June was
allowed to sit up. They were leaving the suburbs for the country.
She recognized some of the route; it led to a small, private lake
that her family sometimes went to in the summer. They'd been
there just last week. It was quiet, and nobody bothered you
there.

June cried the whole time. She didn't like the ropes that made
her helpless or the gag in her mouth. She looked down at her bare
thighs, pressed together, at the ropes around her slender ankles.
She remembered the man and woman touching her legs, and felt
lightly excited. Maybe that was all they would do. It wasn't so
bad.

The woman reached over to stroke June's hair. "You've got great
hair. Such a pretty face." She stroked June's thigh. The little
girl squirmed. She did kind of like that. The woman's hand moved
up between her legs. June liked that a lot more, but she was
still scared.

She wondered what they were going to do with her. She wondered
what her mother would be thinking, probably searching the entire
store for her now. She suddenly wondered if ever she'd see her
mother again.

The woman turned the car onto the road that circled the lake. She
drove for about a minute, then turned down another driveway. At
the end was a locked gate, just like at her family's cabin. The
woman got out and locked the gate, then got back in and drove
them through.

They stopped in front of a cabin encircled by trees. June was
still crying, and as the woman shut off the engine, she turned to
the little girl and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it so
hard June cried out.

"Stop crying!", she snapped. "You can cry later! We haven't even
done it yet!" June tried to stop crying, but it was too
difficult, especially when the woman gave her hair another sharp
tug.

Just then the man pulled in. The woman let go of June's hair and
put on a smile. "Oh goody. Bob's here. Now we can get started."

The man, Bob, opened the door and lifted little June out.
Flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, he carried
her inside.

From her upside down position, blurred by tears, June could see
the cabin was not much different from the one her parents owned.
One floor, with a huge living/room kitchen with a big hearth, a
sofa, and some chairs. The man dropped June into a sitting
position on the sofa and stepped back. The woman produced a
camera from over the mantel and began snapping photos of the
girl.

"Enough", the man told her. "It's time little June Bug here
learns to fuck."

The woman nodded and bent down to untie June's ankles. June
wondered what the man meant by "learn to fuck." Her tears had
quieted by now, curiosity giving way to her fear.

The woman helped her up and pulled her across the room. The man
sat down on the sofa and June was turned to face him. He watched
her as he undid the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly,
pushing first the jeans and then his underwear down a little,
letting his thing pop out.

June's eyes grew wide. She'd seen one of those before, when she'd
accidentally seen her older brother getting out of the shower.
Only this one was longer and thicker than her brothers and there
was more hair around the base, peeking out of his undershorts. He
motioned her over with a sick smile on his face.

The woman grabbed her neck and pushed her over to the man,
forcing June to her knees between his spread legs. The man
reached out and pried the gag out of June's mouth.

She stared at his thing for a second. It was so long and thick
and veiny, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She could
smell his man smell and saw a glistening drop of something at the
top of it.

Suddenly the woman shoved June forward. The man guided the thing
right into June's open mouth. The little girl choked as she was
shoved onto it and it hit the back of her throat.

"Let her up a little", the man said. The woman let up, and June
stopped choking. The thing filled her whole mouth, stretching her
lips to the limits. She wanted to bite down but was afraid.

"Suck my cock, like a lollipop", the man told her. "Do it!"

June had a hard time imagining it as a lollipop and a harder time
sucking it. It was too big. At least the woman helped, moving her
head up and down. She hated it anyway, but couldn't cry. It was
hard enough to breathe as it was.

"No good", the man moaned. "Let her suck my head, Linda. Let her
suck my head!"

The woman pulled June up until only the narrow top of her the
man's thing—cock, she knew now—was in her young mouth. She sucked
at it fiercely, and began to cry, now that she could breathe more
easily.

"Stop crying", Linda hissed, but June couldn't.

The man was moaning now. "Oh yeah, baby, June Bug is great", he
was saying. "Ooooh, yeah." He put his hand on June's head. "Yeah,
that's it. Fuckin' yeah!"

"Can I lick you clean when she's done, baby?", Linda asked. "Can
I?"

"Shut up, cunt! I'm coming!" June felt his cock swell in her
mouth. He shoved her down, choking her, and something thick and
warm came out and filled her throat. She choked and gagged,
trying to swallow it. It just kept coming. She was almost ready
to pass out when it finally stopped and the man pushed her away.

June rocked back on her knees, sobbing. Through a haze of tears
she could see the woman snapping pictures. Then the man grabbed
her by the back of the neck and pulled her back to his cock.
"Lick me off!", he demanded.

Sobbing and shaking, June licked the length of his shaft with his
hand guiding the whole way. He made her lick and kiss the top
again. He shoved her back to the woman, who got down on her knees
and sealed her mouth over the little girls. June gagged as the
woman's tongue shoved into her mouth, licking and darting
everywhere. Then she was pushed back to the man, who did the same
thing.

"It's my turn!", the woman yelled. The man let go of June and she
could see the woman was on the couch, pulling off her jeans and
panties. A thick, tufted patch of blonde hair was between her
legs. June saw it and thought of her own slit. Her's had no hair.
Was this woman's different?

She soon found out. The man forced her down between the woman's
spread legs and shoved June's face into the woman's wet muff. She
gagged on the fishy smell that filled her nose. The taste wasn't
much better and June felt sick.

"Lick me, suck me!", the woman demanded. "Eat my fucking cunt,
you little whore!"

June stuck out her tongue and licked. She couldn't see anything
because her eyes were shut, but she could feel the soft insides
of the woman's hair slit with her tongue, taste the bitterness of
her juices. She tried to squirm away, but the man's hand was
pushing her down too hard, and she had to lick.

It was hard to breathe. June got sicker and sicker and pretty
soon she felt like she was going to pass out. Just as she was
about to the woman let out a scream and a gush of smelly, bitter
wetness filled June's mouth. She choked it down and pushed back
as hard as she could.

"I can't breathe!", she screamed, bursting into loud sobs. The
gag was shoved back into her mouth, muffling her.

"Give her here", the woman demanded. June was pushed into the
woman's arms. While the woman held her tight with one arm, she
jerked June's head up with her other hand. She looked pissed.

"Don't you ever, ever, scream like that!", she snapped. "You'll
eat my cunt and like it!" She slapped June on the cheek, not
hard, but enough to sting. "Got that?"

June nodded. It was all so hard to understand for an eleven year
old. So hard.

xxx

She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a nearby
bedroom. The man threw her down on the bed and slapped her ass,
hard. June let out a muffled shriek and began to sob even harder.

"Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I come
back, I don't want you crying! You hear me?"

June nodded. She felt so scared and sick and humiliated, she
didn't think she could stop. On top of it all, she felt lonely.
She wanted her mommy.

The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming the door
behind him. June lay there and sobbed, great wracking sobs that
shook her whole body. Eventually, though, she started to calm
down. She didn't want to have the man or the woman slap her
again.

As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room. Bob
and Linda were doing something out there, and they seemed to like
it. Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it! Yes!"

June wished she could understand what was going on. Why were they
doing this to her? She'd always been a good girl. She didn't
deserve this. She found herself thinking of her mother and father
and her brother Mike, and wondering what they were thinking now.
She hoped she'd see them soon.

An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and Bob
came in. Neither of them had any clothes on. June found her eyes
drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples stuck out, like huge
bumps. Her mother had bumps like that, but they were bigger.

Linda had her camera, and took more pictures. At the same time,
Bob ran his hands over June's legs again. She felt the same
excitement, fluttering in her tummy and between her legs. Bob put
his hand up there, between her legs, and June felt the excitement
grow. Suddenly he took it away and pulled her shorts down and
off, leaving only her white cotton panties. Those he removed too.
He licked one finger and ran it over the crack of her tiny slit,
sending tiny shivers of excitement through her.

Linda pushed him out of the way and got up on the bed, spreading
June's legs. June watched the woman lower her mouth to her tiny
slit, felt her spread it open. June felt her woman's tongue slip
inside, and the sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt.
She squirmed and moaned a little.

"Sensitive bitch", Bob noted. He pulled June's t-shirt up and
began to suck at her tiny pink nipples, which were by now quite
erect and hard. June felt another shiver of delight run through
her eleven year old body as Bob's lips sucked at one nipple and
stroked the other. At the same time, Linda's tongue was making
her sensitive middle grow hot and wet. She began to squirm more,
enjoying this for the first time.

Bob began to kiss down her belly, licking at her navel and then
kissing her soft, slender neck. Each kiss, each dart of Linda's
tongue, made June grow hotter and wetter. She was moaning loudly
now, feeling dizzy and excited at the same time. Suddenly Bob
twisted on nipple and the excitement crashed over her. She felt
her middle contract, and hot wetness oozed out. She felt Linda
lick her juices as they flowed, giggling the whole time.

"She's ready", Linda announced, stepping back.

Bob got between June's spread legs, his hands on either side of
her ribs with his thing pointed down, just above her slit. She
suddenly realized he was going to put it in her, and panicked. It
would never fit!

She felt the head of his cock press against her slit, pushing
hard. At first, it felt good, but then as he slid it in, it
started to hurt. The farther he pushed, the more it hurt. June
tried to get away, but he was too far in now. She felt something
inside her stretch, and the pain got worse.

When the pain was its worst and tears were streaming down her
cheeks, June felt the thing inside her give way and Bob pushed,
hard, into the rest of her. June's entire body spasmed with pain
as Bob buried himself and pulled out, then buried it again. He
was grinning and loving it. June cried, too exhausted to sob. Bob
pounded harder, faster, making it burn and hurt worse than
before. All of a sudden he stopped, reared up, and slammed down
on her, and deep inside her young body she could feel him
spilling his warm white goo. It was the last thing June felt
before she passed out.

When she came to later, she found she was tied firmly to a tree,
her mouth still gagged. She wore nothing but her tennis sneakers;
her t-shirt and shorts were gone. It was starting to get dark,
too.

She struggled to get free, the ropes cutting into her tender
flesh as she fought them. Slowly, they began to give, and she was
able to wriggle away. It took a long time, however, and by the
time she was free, it was already dark. Sobbing with fear and
shame, she made her way through the dark woods, trying to get her
bearings.

She kept expecting Bob or Linda to jump out at any moment and
drag her back to the cabin for more hurting. Luckily, it didn't
happen that way. She spotted lights through the trees and ran
toward them. It was another cabin. An old man sat on the porch,
smoking a pipe, while an old woman sat next to him, knitting.
June ran toward them, screaming...

12:18 a.m. Saturday, May 8

"June, honey, wake up."

June rolled over, blinking in her sleep. She saw Bill leaning
over her, his face ashen with worry. "Honey?"

"A nightmare", June croaked. Her throat felt terribly dry. "Just
a nightmare..."

Then she began to cry.

Part 4, Megan's Nigthmare Begins

8:25 a.m. Friday, May 5

He arrived at the cabin exactly on schedule. He was pleased to
see the rain had stopped. Looking down at the sweet young girl
asleep across his lap, he smiled. So innocent, so unknowing.

He gathered her up and slid out of the car, cradling her as he
made his way up onto the porch and through the front door. The
chloroform would wear off soon, but he had other plans. He didn't
want her to wake up just yet.

The main room of the cabin was a well-furnished affair, with an
attached kitchen and a number of chairs, a plush sofa, and a
hearth. Stairs led up the second floor bedrooms, but he didn't
head there. Instead, he went to The Room.

He'd had it specially made. The door was thick oak, with an
outside padlock. Inside was windowless, containing only a bed, a
chair, and a small bathroom with a shower, sink and toilet. He
flicked on the lights and gently lowered Megan, face down, onto
the bed.

With trembling hands he flipped her skirt up and exposed her
panty clad bottom. He admired the panties with their little daisy
pattern for a moment, then tenderly stroking her soft ass. He
could hardly wait. But first, he had work to do.

Fishing his keys from his pocket, he unlocked a small, bolted
down chest of drawers and removed a small, black breifcase.
Inside, packing in heavy molded foam, were three small bottles of
red, yellow and blue liquids. There were also three seperate,
fresh syringes for each. He pulled out the yellow bottle and a
syringe, carefully drawing out some of the fluid, then tapping
the needle to rid it of any air.

He'd roughly guessed the girl's weight at around sixty pounds,
but wanted to be sure. Flipping up the blankets, he examined
under the bed, where a digital display glowed. Sixty two pounds.
He nodded. Building a scale into the bed had been a good idea.

Unlocking yet another drawer on the chest, he pulled out an
alchohol swab and used it to swab down a small part of Megan's
soft asscheek. He much preffered giving shots in the rear for two
reasons: it left less noticeable bruises and the drug usually
moved faster.

In only a few seconds he'd stuck the needle in and filled Megan
with the solution, a powerful sedative that would keep her asleep
for at least three hours. The solution was adjusted to her body
weight, and he felt sure it would work. Like nearly every drug he
used, it was not licensed and its testing on humans was limited.

He capped the syringe and tucked it into his pocket. Taking out
the red bottle, he filled another syringe and stuck Megan with
it. This one was a special solution, designed to strengthen the
walls of the anus and vagina, making them more resistant to
tearing during forced intercourse. It also, at the same time,
increased the sensitivity of both areas by double.

This solution was more permanent, though it had to be given in
small doses over a twenty four hour period to work. The third
bottle, the blue one, was very special, and he planned to use it
later. That one would modify her behavior. So far, he'd yet to
try it on a human.

Which was at least half the reason Megan was here.

He rolled the girl over and snapped a picture of her with a small
disk camera in his pocket, then pulled out a small notebook and
noted the time and date. Almost tenderly he pulled her skirt
down, kissed her soft young mouth, and checked her pulse. Just
fine. Smiling, he gathered up his case and its vials and stepped
out, locking the door behind him.

xxx

He felt much calmer now, but the excitement was there, just under
the surface. It was more than sexual; it was the realization of a
dream. Half brilliance, half madness.

He hurried out to the car and gathered up the girl's books and
umbrella. Inside one book he found her name: Megan Reynolds. This
he jotted down, then hurried inside, where he burned the books in
the fireplace. He also stripped the covering off the umbrella and
burned that too. Megan wouldn't be needing them.

The frame of the umbrella he carried down into the basement. The
place was set up like a workshop/lab, filled with laboratory
equipment and two tables, one with straps and a thin mattress on
it. Various devices surrounded it all, devices meant to bring
pain and pleasure. These he would use on Megan, when he was
ready.

He tossed the umbrella frame into a pile of junk in one corner
and headed back upstairs. From one of the closets he withdrew a
number of camcorders and hurried about, setting one up in each
room, positioning it for the time as he felt it was needed.
Satisfied, he sat down to a light brunch.

10:00 a.m. Friday, May 5

Megan would wake up soon, and he wanted to be ready for that. He
stepped into The Room where she slept and withdrew yet another
syringe from his pocket, this one filled with an amber liquid. He
rolled her over and stuck her with it, then drew her panties down
and rolled her onto her back. With her bare, tight slit in front
of his face, he went down on her, licking and sucking.

Even in her deep sleep, Megan responded, moaning and panting, her
fresh cunt even more sensitized. Under proper methods, he'd
learned, it was possible to bring a little girl to orgasm as
easily as any woman. Thanks to the drug he'd just given her, she
would have powerful, perhaps multiple, orgasms. One dose was
sufficient to last three days.

He had a sister drug to that one, one which caused a mild,
irritating pain to occur in the vagina during sex. It was a
torture tool, and when combined with the other drug, could drive
a girl crazy. Later, he would try using them together.

He let up on Megan before she could cum, slipping her panties
back in place. He desperately wanted to rape this sweet child.
Mere sex wasn't enough. He had to be in control, make her know
that.

Shaking, he lifted her and carried her out to the main room,
seating her in a straight backed, wooden chair in front of one of
the cameras. He snapped a picture, then drew her slender wrists
behind the chair and bound them together with a short length of
soft cotton rope. He took another picture, then wound another
piece around her and the chair and chest level, effectively
holding her up. Another picture. Then he adjusted her skirt and
bent to tie her ankles. Another picture, and then it was time to
gag her.

In his...practice, he rarely used ball gags or otherwise, except
as part of torture. He much preferred good old rope and a soft
white handkerchief. He studied her face for a moment, trying to
decide what would look prettiest. In her mouth or over it? Under
her hair or over it? He finally settled for tying it over her
mouth and over her hair. When he was done, it was nestled just
beneath her nose and above the bottom of her chin, giving her an
air of helpless innocence. Just the way he liked her.

Not long after, Megan came around. She moaned, blinked a few
times, then raised her head. Suddenly her eyes grew wide, but she
didn't struggle. She must have realized how useless it would be.

He knelt down in front of her. "I already know you name", he told
her. "How old are you? Six?" Megan shook her head. "Seven?" Megan
nodded. He patted her thigh. Tears were forming in her eyes now,
and she was clearly scared. He turned away before the excitement
got the better of him, and switched the camera on.

Friday, May 5, 10:27 a.m.

I have for my test subject Megan Reynolds, white female, age 7. I
have administered S-1, which will thicken the walls of her vagina
and anus, and S-2 sensitizing agent to increase her sensitivity
to orgasm. It is my intention to prove the value and worth of my
drugs by using each on this girl and testing her endurance to
numerous forms of experiments. It is my belief that when this is
done, no one shall laugh at Dr. Robert Brandt ever again."

He stepped behind Megan and undid the rope that held her to the
chair. It was time to begin. Stepping around in front of her, he
gave her a bright smile and grasped the top of her dress. His
other hand undid the belt around her waist and let it fall away.
Megan began to tremble.

"First, I will rape you." And he tore her dress open all the way.

Megan began to scream.

Part 5, Magan's Rape

10:32 a.m. Friday, May 5

It was too much to handle now. Fueled by memories and the sight
of half-naked Megan struggling and screaming in the chair, Dr.
Brandt knew he had to enter this child and use her for all she
was worth.

He stripped away the last of her dress and tore her panties off,
exposing her much prized virgin slit. Lifting her out of the
chair, he threw her down on the couch and dropped his pants.
Megan's eyes grew wide in terror as he maneuvered his long, thick
cock over her tight puss and forced his way in.

Megan's muffled screams were music to his ears. He entered her
quickly, felt the muscles of her cunt canal tighten around his
cock. He felt her hymen resist the intrusion, causing her more
pain as he pushed and forced and pushed some more, the newly
toughened hymen resisting the intrusion of his cock. He wrapped
his arms around her taut body and crushed her against him,
pushing with all he had. Finally her hymen broke.

Megan screamed in abrupt agony and then her body went limp,
wracked with sobs. Her eyes remained wide with terror as he
slammed in and out of her, hard as he could. He wanted to hurt
her, humiliate her, do to her as he had to all the other girls.
Make her pay for all the terrible things in his life.

He began to slam in and out of her as hard as he could. Her seven
year old pussy was tight around his cock, tight from being
virginal and from fear. He twisted her nipples between his
fingers, causing her more pain. Megan's body twisted and jerked
under him, spasming with each thrust. He shot his load deep into
her and collapsed, panting, as she sobbed under him.

When he felt ready, he attacked her again. Megan resisted less
this time. He attacked her two more times after that, all within
the space of an hour. Each time, she resisted less, and by the
last, she was starting to have the first stirrings of an orgasm.
Dr. Brandt was pleased.

He finally got up from her, examining both his cock and her small
slit. Little girls usually bled a lot from their torn hymen's and
the extensive ripping of their young vaginal walls. It was a sign
his drug had worked.

He left young Megan on the couch, her head turned toward him,
tears spilling out of her eyes. Her entire body was shaking and
she was whimering quietly. He wanted to rape her again, but he
was spent for the time. Besides, he had more work to do.

12:07 p.m. Friday, May 5

Megan couldn't move. It wasn't the ropes that held her, but her
own body. She was sore all over. Her insides felt raw and
bruised, and her middle burned terribly, and itched as well,
almost pleasantly.

At least she could breathe now. With the man on top of her and
his thing hurting her insides so bad, it had been so hard before.
She was scared she would die. Now she was just scared.

She hoped it was over and he'd take her home. She wanted her
mommy. She wanted to be hugged and told it was alright and she
knew her mommy would punish this bad man for hurting her.

She looked at the man with his camera, talking to it. He was
saying, "Subject Megan responded most favorably to treatment. I
have raped her five times with no visible signs of injury to her
vaginal tissue." He walked over and looked at her. His thing, so
straight and stiff before, was soft now. He touched her sore
boobies, which were red and swollen. "There is some swelling of
the breast tissue resulting from severe twisting. I will now
proceed to rape Subject Megan anally to test the rectal tissues."

He rolled Megan over on the couch. Her face was shoved down into
a pillow and it was hard to breathe. He put a hand over her
gagged mouth and turned her head. It brought back the terrors of
earlier, when he'd put that smelly cloth over her mouth. She'd
gotten so dizzy and then she fell asleep. Then she woke up tied
up. That scared her the most. She knew he was going to hurt her
then.

She felt him get on the couch. His hands were on her rear end,
then she felt something soft touch her little butthole. Megan
tensed. She knew it was his thing. It felt like before, when he'd
put it in her middle. It had felt like a soft stick invading her.

It felt that way now. She tightened down more, but it just hurt.
She tried to relax a little, and the pain lessened some. He
wasn't pushing as hard now, and it started to feel sort of good,
very ticklish, but in her middle. He stopped, pulled back, and
pushed again. He started to go faster, and it started to hurt.
Megan began screaming.

12:18 p.m. Friday, May 5

The little girl's ass was tighter than her pussy and Dr. Brandt
felt sure he had to be hurting her, perhaps severely. What most
idiots didn't know was that raping a child's anus could rupture
the rectum—a very serious problem. You had to go slow. And if you
weren't careful, they'd panic so much their bowels would release.
Fortunately, one side effect of the drug was that it constipated
a victim. Her intestines lacked the ability now to push. Later,
she'd have to go, but he'd already planned for that. Now he
simply enjoyed himself.

Having come so much before, it took a long time now. By the time
he did, Megan's screams had softened to whimpers. She was sliding
into shock, he realized, something he'd overlooked. He decided to
leave her be for the rest of the day, then. He'd untie her and
put her to bed. Tomorrow he'd complete her rape, by having sex
with her young mouth.

He climbed off of her and checked for blood. Nothing. Smiling, he
turned to the camera. "Subject Megan shows no sign of rectal
injury. I have overlooked shock in my considerations and am now
forced to allow her to rest so that I may continue." He switched
off the camera and picked up Megan. In The Room, he undid her gag
and bonds and tucked her under the covers. She asked for water
and he gave her some. Then she drifted off to sleep.

He left the room and locked the door. Throughout the rest of the
day he administered her shots, including the red solution, S-3.
S-3 would cause Megan to continue to be afraid of him,
regardless, but remain quite submissive. It was a common thing
for young girls to give in and even have feelings of love for
their attackers, their loss of hope was often so great. S-3 would
prevent that.

He also gave her two additional injections. The first, simply
called B-1, would rapidly heal any bruises or sore muscles her
body had suffered; it would work within an hour after the injury
was inflicted, and would also close and heal all cuts. It was
highly experimental, but he'd tested it on humans already and
knew it worked. The other injection was to keep shock, mental or
physical, from settling in. It too, was experimental, and was
designated M-0.

During the night he raped Megan while she slept, needing to get
off again so he could sleep himself. In sleep, she responded with
an orgasm, a weak one at best, but that was to be understood, he
decided. A few more shots and she would start having multiple
orgasms.

Before bed, he gave himself an injection of a solution designed
to increase his stamina. It was a mixture of ginseng and other
solutions, and would increase his ability to rape the girl as
much as six to seven times in the space of an hour. And he would.
He really would.

Part 6, Megan's Torture

3:15 a.m. Saturday, May 6

Dr. Brandt stepped in front the camera again. "Subject Megan has
been asleep for several hours now, and it is my belief that the
solutions I have given her have taken effect. I will record the
results of my continued rape of this child, including today oral
sex." He switched off the camera and entered the room.

The camera diary had at first seemed like a good idea, he
thought, as he switched on the other camera mounted on the wall.
But there wasn't much to report. He was too caught up now in his
fantasies to care much about the science. It had simply been too
long.

Megan was still asleep when he entered the room, lying nude
beneath the covers. That was just fine. She'd slept long enough.

He slipped out of his robe and straddled the girl. The only light
came from the living room, barely illuminating her. He drew the
covers back and lowered himself to her slit, then shoved it in.

Megan woke with a scream and he slapped her. She began to sob,
all resistance gone. Her cunt muscles tightened. She cried out in
pain, then moaned with passion, and that seemed to surprise her.
It also frightened her even more.

She lay with her hands out to either side of her head now, and he
pinned those down, plunging into her even more deeply. He'd rape
her for the next few hours, then begin the next step. He'd do
everything to her in the meantime. And he'd love it.

Megan had her orgasm long before he came. She was forced to lay
weak and shaking while he continued in her, finally shooting his
load almost ten minutes later. She was a good fuck for only being
seven.

He stopped long enough to go upstairs and return with a number of
clothes for her to wear. His plan was to have her wear each
outfit, then he'd rip them from her body and rape her again,
further degrading and humiliating her.

Each outfit was sized for her. All included shoes and a pair of
white cotton panties. There were also some other things, like
dolls and stuffed animals. He would make her act out a few
fantasies for him.

Megan put on the first outfit, which was a white dress like the
one she'd worn, with white buckle shoes. He told her to smile and
pose—not easy for her—and then he tore it off of her body and
raped her on the bed. Finished, he made her dress again. This
time it was a pair of sun yellow short sleeve shortalls and white
tennis sneakers. He bound the girl's hands behind her back and
pushed her to her knees. It was time for her to suck him.

Megan's first reaction when he shoved his cock in was to simply
sit there and stare up at him. In his experience, this was not
unusual; sometimes they began to suck, or they just sat there.

Megan was one of the smarter ones. She began to suck. She was
crying quietly and sucking him and the whole sight of it turned
him on. He put his hand on her head and worked his cock in and
out of her mouth, keeping up a rhythm. He felt about ready to
cum, he jammed it against the back of her throat and held it
there. Megan gagged and tried to get up, but by then his hot load
was choking her and she had no choice but to swallow or
suffocate.

"You'd better do better than that!", he warned her, and began
again.

It took her sucking him off two more times before she got it
right. He rewarded her by raping her pussy one more time.

He undressed her completely then and forced her upstairs to begin
the next step in the process.

10:53 a.m. Saturday, May 6

The room was bare, save for a bed with only a matress and one
sheet. From the head and footboards, anchored at each post, hung
four lengths of rope.

He shoved the nude girl onto the bed and untied her hands. She
put up a feeble resistance but he had little trouble binding her
hands and feet so she was spread eagle on the bed. "You're going
to love this", he told her.

From beneath the bed he produced three vibrators. Two were large,
the third long and pencil thin. He inserted the large ones in her
small cunt and tiny asshole, and pushed the third into her
peehole. She squirmed and squealed, her eyes growing wider and
wider as her body was yet invaded again.

Then he switched them on.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Megan's already heightened
sensitivity took over, and soon she was moaning, then screaming,
then moaning. She writhed on the bed, bucking and jerking as wave
after wave of hot orgasm swept her. One was so powerful she
managed to eject all three dildoes at once! Pleased, but not
happy, Dr. Brandt inserted them again and taped them down so they
couldn't come out. Once more, Megan began to buck and jerk,
filled with pain and hot lust as her already raw holes were
ravaged yet again.

He watched her for a while. It was fun, seeing her struggle like
that, knowing she was so young. And this was only the start.
There was more yet to come.

Feeling a little bored, he decided to go down and watch some TV.
Cartoons, maybe. He'd always liked cartoons. Just like he liked
little girls.

11:23 a.m. Saturday, May 6

When Megan's moans and screams finally faded, he returned to the
room and found her nearly unconcious on the bed, the vibrators
going happily away inside of her. He shut them off and tossed
them into a plastic bucket next to the bed. He then untied the
girl and removed her gag. After a quick shot of synthetic
adrenalin to wake her, Dr. Brandt climbed on the girl and raped
her. She was too weak to resist and he delighted in that. The
day, however, was not over for her yet.

11:35 a.m. Saturday, May 6

Dr. Brandt led a very weak and shaking Megan downstairs to the
basement, lifting her easily onto the table with the padded
matress on it. He affixed leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles,
each attached to chains designed to hold her down. Megan stared
at them and began to whimper and beg.

Much as he hated it, he jammed a ball gag into her mouth and
fastened the straps. Balls gags were, to him, "unnatural". It was
true, they were more effective for silence, but less sexy.
Nonetheless, for this particular test, they were necessary.

The girl lay very still, the chains linking the cuffs on her
wrists and ankles dangling off the edge of the table. Dr. Brandt
hummed happily as he inserted a metallic dildo with a cable
leading from it into her cunt. The little girl squirmed as he
slid it in.

He inserted another in her tiny asshole and still another in her
peehole. He then taped small metallic disks to her tender nipples
and plugged each wire into a machine next to the table.

The machine, dubbed "The Shocker", produced small, static
electricity charges that surged through each of the devices
attached to Megan. The juice was low enough not to hurt her in
any permanent way, but the pain was enough to be overwhelming. On
a normal girl Megan's age, the pain would be enough to render her
unconscious after perhaps the first jolt. But filled with Dr.
Brandt's special juices, Megan would sustain for hours.

The Shocker had a second setting as well. This one caused the
dildos to vibrate, similar to a joy buzzer. To the girl, it would
feel like electricity, only less painful. Perhaps even
pleasurable.

Dr. Brandt flipped the switch to ON and pressed the "Shock"
button. Juice surged into Megan's small body. She screamed and
tensed, her small body rigid. He let off and she flopped down,
sobbing. He hit the button again and again, delighting in her
screams. He'd used this device before, but never had a girl last
this long. Not even ones older than Megan. He hit the "Buzz"
button, setting the dildos off. Megan moaned and screamed. He
shocked her again. This time she twisted about, trying to get
those horrible, pain-causing things out of her.

This was getting to be too much. He set the machine to Automatic,
which would randomly shock and buzz her. Then he hurried upstairs
to lunch.

12:53 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Lunch was a pleasant. He'd had a bottle of beer and a roast beef
sandwich. Megan's screams, drifting up out the basement, had
stimulated his appetite. Part of him knew what he was doing was
monstrous—raping and torturing a 7 year old girl would have
turned off even some of the worst pedophiles. The rest of him
didn't give a shit.

He was about ready to go down and release Megan from the machine
so he could have sex with her when he heard a knock at the door.
Panic immediately set in. There was no reason for anybody to be
here. It was the exact reason he'd chosen the cabin to do this.

Thinking fast, he shut the basement door. If anyone asked, he had
a horror movie on. He had a sudden fear he'd open the door and
find the police standing there.

"Dr. Brandt, we know you've got Megan Reynolds. You're busted."
He could just hear it.

He opened the door anyway. It was with immense relief and a sense
of sudden lustful exhiliration that he didn't see the police.
Instead, it was a little girl.

She was small and pretty, reaching only to his waist, and very
slender. Her hair was blonde, tufted on top and braided into a
long pony tail that fell past her waist. Her eyes were violet
blue and she had a small face and cute nose. She was easily as
pretty as Megan.

His eyes fell to her legs. She wore skimpy cream yellow shorts
and white tennis sneakers, so every inch of her tanned, smooth
flesh was visible. The rest of her was clothed in a light blue
blouse under a white long-sleeved pullover sweater. She had a
gold bracelet on one wrist and diamond stud earrings in her ears.

"Can I help you?", Dr. Brandt asked. He'd already decided to take
this child, too, do with her as he did with Megan, only for
himself, not for his experiments.

"Um, could I use you phone?", she asked shyly. He also noted she
had a trace of Southern accent in her voice. "I'm here with my
family but I got lost, and I need mommy to come get me."

"Well of course", Dr. Brandt offered, motioning her in. "What's
your name?"

"Tina Scott", she told him. From the basement, Megan screamed
again. Tina jumped at the sound. "What's that?"

"The TV", Dr. Brandt told her smoothly. "My phone is upstairs.
What's your phone number?"

"555-6739", Tina told him. "I can call." Her eyes were on the
phone across the room.

"It's a special phone", he told her. It really was. He'd rigged
it so nobody could call out without punching in a code first.
"Wait right here."

He hurried into the kitchen and pulled out two coils of rope and
a gag from one of the drawers. He was always prepared. Tucking
them in his pocket, he went back to the phone and pretended to
dial, little Tina watching him carefully.

"Yes. Mrs. Scott? My name is Dr. Brandt. I have a cabin across
the lake from you. Yes. Your daughter Tina is here. What's that?
Yes, Mrs. Scott. I'll rape your daughter. Yes? Thank you." He set
the phone down and turned to Tina. As he hoped, she hadn't
understood. She was smiling.

"Your mother will be right over. She wants me to rape you first."

"Rape me?", Tina asked.

"Yes, it's a lot of fun. How old are you Tina?"

"Five", Tina answered. "What's rape?"

His cock felt like it would explode after that. "Let me show
you", he offered, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang straight
out at Tina.

Her face suddenly went pale. "No!", she screamed, and tried to
bolt. He caught her around the waist and shoved her back onto the
couch. She screamed and he raised his hand to slap her. She
cowered.

"Don't molest me", she begged.

"Has someone molested you before?", he asked.

Tina shook her head. "Please..."

He shoved her face down and yanked her hands behind her back. He
bound them quickly and moved to tie her ankles. He couldn't
resist fondling her legs first, however. Once her ankles were
tied, he sat her up.

"I'm going to put this in your mouth!", he shouted, gripping his
cock and shaking it in front of her face. "You will not bite it!
You will suck it!"

Little girls did not suck cock well without practice, and even
this excited, he only shoved the head in. Little Tina sucked. She
was a good girl.

He came almost immediately. Grabbing the little girl's head, he
held it there and demanded she swallow. She did. Satisfied, he
yanked it out and gagged her as he had gagged Megan, then carried
her into the room and threw her down on the bed. She was sobbing
and squirming, and he couldn't resist fondling her.

When he'd had enough, he gave her the same round of shots Megan
had first receieved, along with some of the behavior modification
and bruise control solution. He didn't sedate her, however. He
chose to let her simmer for a while in her own fear instead.

He locked the room behind him and headed downstairs, stopping the
grab the beer bottle on the way.

1:15 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Megan lay quivering and sobbing on the table, her knees drawn up
as far as the chains would allow. A fine sheen of sweat covered
her young body. She'd managed to expel the dildo from her
peehole, but the others remained in place.

Switching off the machine, Dr. Brandt removed the devices and
gave her a quick checking. Her heart and pulse were racing, and
her blood pressure was up, but none were high enough to be
dangerous. Thus far, his experiments were working.

He raped her with the beer bottle for a time, bringing her to
three seperate and very powerful orgasms. For the last, he let
her take the lead, thrusting her hips onto the bottle. She would
need sex now to relieve the awful itching in her cunt, thanks to
the drug. At the same time, she would be terrified of it. That
was fine with him.

He raped her himself after the beer bottle had done its work. She
responded favorably, with a mix of terror and lust. Once her
orgasm had passed, he gave her another shot, this one a temporary
antidote to the sensitivity solution. He undid the cuffs and
helped her off the table. After removing the much despied ball
gag, he kissed her deeply on the mouth.

Megan, as usual, tried to squirm away, but he shoved her up
against the table. Holding her up, he raped her again. Then he
mad her blow him once more, then raped her again.

He finished by making her dress. He led her upstairs and put her
in The Room with Tina. The other girl was still on the bed,
crying. He tied Megan into the chair and went over to the other
girl. He went over, took off the younger girl's gag, and raped
her mouth again. When he was done, he gagged her and left the
room.

6:07 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Tina proved to be an excellent cocksucker. Twice that afternoon
he'd attacked her, each time forcing his cock further and further
into her young mouth. She had picked the rhythm up better than
Megan had, learning to suck and swallow without choking.

Now he was watching the news. The top story, for the second day
in a row, was Megan's disappearance, but now the police were also
looking for Tina Scott, aged 5. She'd come up from Florida with
her parents for the weekend and had disappeared while going for a
walk. According to the news, the police were searching the woods
and the lake for any sign of her.

Dr. Brandt felt a moment of panic. They were bound to ask if
she'd come here. He would lie, of course. And The Room was
soundproof, so even if she screamed her head off, she'd never be
heard. Of course, she was gagged. They both were. Unnecessary,
but he much preferred it that way.

It wasn't too long after that when two police officers showed up
at the door. Brandt, calm and cool, told them he had seen no sign
of the girl, that he'd spent most of the day videotaping his
will. He joked how he had spent hours trying to figure the camera
out, setting both officers at ease. Once they left, he locked the
door and sat down with a cold beer, hoping to still his nerves.

Before bed that night he untied the girls and allowed them to use
the bathroom before sedating them. He resisted the urge to attack
them, lest somebody suddenly show up.

He was pleased to see Megan put her arms around little Tina and
hold her. Maternal instinct, he supposed, that all girls have. He
ordered them both to remain quiet.

When he checked on them an hour later, they were both fast
asleep. Megan had undid Tina's braid, letting her hair spill out,
long and golden. He left the alone.

The following day he kept the girls sedated, raping Megan while
she slept and fondling Tina. Outside the woods around the lake
and the lake itself were crawling with searchers. The police came
again, asking once more if he'd seen anything. He told them no.

All day, he was nervous. What if they wanted to search? Then he'd
be in trouble. He could kill Tina and dump her body, but that
wouldn't please him at all. No, he'd just have to wait it out.

Finally, he got a desparate idea. Plugging the phone into a
special device that would block tracing and inserting an earpiece
to deepen and inflect his voice, he put through a call to the
police, claiming to have abducted both girls and that he would
release them when he was ready, saying only that he had taken
them out of the state. Then he hung up.

It must have worked, because by Sunday night the search was
called off.

4:00 a.m. Monday, May 8

Frustration had gotten the better of him and now he was eager to
start on young Tina. He woke both girls, ordering Megan to dress
(Tina still had her clothes on) and braid Tina's hair as it had
been—he liked it that way. Then he ordered Megan to remove her
panties and play with herself while he stood Tina up and raped
her mouth. Tina sucked him willingly while Megan masturbated.

Satisfied for the time, he tied up both girls and returned to the
living room. He set up the camera and turned it on.

"Monday, May 8, 4:22 a.m. This will probably be my last entry.
Today I will deliver Megan Reynolds, my test subject, to a group
of buyers who have agreed to pay me for her if she were to
survive my testing. I have proof now that my drug works on
preteen girls. In the future I shall have to prove its worth on
older girls. In the meantime, I have taken a new subject for my
personal testing. Dr. Richard Brandt." He switched off the camera
and took it down. First, he would deal with Tina. Then, he would
get rid of Megan.

He'd miss her. She'd been good, but he quickly grew tired of a
girl after the first few times. He needed Tina now, so fresh and
innocent. What would become of Megan he didn't know or care. This
afternoon, she would become someone else's sex slave.

He unlocked the door to The Room and gathered up Tina. Chuckling
coldly to himself, he lifted her in his arms and carried her
downstairs, to the basement...

Part 7, The Final Chapter

Monday, 4:30 a.m.

Dr. Brandt laid little Tina out on the padded table with the
shock dildos and told her to be still. Tina didn't move a muscle
or even whimper.

He untied the youngster's ankles and took her shorts and panties
off. He spread the girl's legs so they hung over the edges of the
table, providing a clear view of her very tiny, very fresh and
smooth slit.

He then removed his own clothes and got up on the table. Tina
whimpered a little. "You'll love this", he told her, putting his
mouth over her bare slit. The little girl gasped with pleasure
and started to tremble. She was far more sensitive than Megan had
been, he noted. He licked her with his tongue and she really
began to moan, her little ass slipping back and forth over the
vinyl pad. Dr. Brandt held her hips so she couldn't move and
continued to probe and suck her tender mound with his tongue. Her
little thighs quivered to either side of his head and she was
gasping violently. Suddenly she shuddered, letting out a low,
soft moan. A gush of sweet vaginal juices met his eager tongue
and he hungrily lapped them up.

By now his cock was rock hard and eager to fuck her young pussy.
He hoped it hurt a lot when he entered her.

He pushed down on the little girl's thighs and moved his cock
between her legs, pushing the head against the outer folds of her
slit, then in. She moaned again and again, until the head was
against her hymen. Pressing down as hard as he could, Dr. Brandt
thrust his hips forward.

Had he not been holding her, she might have flown off the table.
As it was, she screamed in terrible agony, because her hymen
stretched but would not break. He pulled back and thrust again,
hurting her more but getting nowhere. Apparently his solutions
had worked too well on Tina!

The little girl's screams were loud now, and he slapped her hard
across the face to shut her up. Her scream ended abruptly and she
lay there, sobbing.

He had to think. He had to break her hymen somehow, but his cock
wasn't enough. He was getting angry again as well, angry enough
to take it out on her. Yes, he would. He would hurt her as much
as he could without killing her.

No, he had to calm down or she'd be no fun. He looked around the
lab for something to use. There were a number of clamps and
things used for gynecological purposes and of course, scalpels.
He could open her lips and cut her hymen open. But that would be
too easy.

Instead, he found something else. It was a half a broomstick—one
of the cruder tools he used in his rape. It was too blunt to use
without risking internally damaging her. He could modify it,
however, and he did, taking some tape and a nail from a nearby
pile of junk. He taped the nail to the end of the stick and that
would do. He applied the spreader clamp to Tina's cunt. He had to
adjust it to fit her, and then he spread her cunt open. Tina
moaned with pleasure. That wouldn't last.

Guiding the stick carefully, he slid it into her. She started a
little when the nail hit her hymen. He gave it a gentle push,
then a harder one. This time she screamed. He pulled the stick
out and saw blood on the nail. Good. She was ready. He took the
clamp off and got up again. Tina was trembling violently. He
pinned the five year old's thighs down and thrust in again. Her
hymen stretched and then broke, joined with her most pained
screams. He was in now.

He pumped furiously, his grunts of pleasure mixing with her
screams. She was the tightest girl he'd ever been in. Her cunt
muscles were like a vice, clamping down hard around his cock.
Each thrust was so good, it almost hurt. So tight, he spent
himself in less than two minutes.

He withdrew his cock, which made an audible pop! on the way out.
Tina was sobbing hysterically, her thighs and abdomen quivering
from the pain. He let her sob for a few minutes, then thrust into
her again.

He raped her viciously, pounding her hard so that her entire body
jerked and shook. Having already spent himself, he was able to go
longer, long enough that she started to experience her first
orgasm. He continued the rape until she came, her entire body
shuddering and convulsing delightfully....

xxx

Little Tina stared up at Dr. Brandt with glazed eyes, as he
paused to shut and lock the cabin door. The child was no longer
bound or gagged, but so heavily drugged she was almost incapable
of acting on her own.

He smiled at her. She was totally submissive now, his own little
playtoy. He'd even changed her look a bit, letting her hair fall
free. Gone were the clothes she'd come in, replaced by a light
cotton short sleeve sun dress and white slippers.

The past two weeks had been sheer delight. He'd used every
imaginable torture on the child to make her the way she was now.
She'd become quite attached to him, and he to her. He would use
her now, soliciting her as a living example of his handiwork.

Taking the child's hand, he led her to the car. It was a great
day. A great day indeed.