ENSLAVING MEGAN

BY IAGO

Part 1

Introduction

It was the last day of school. Seven and half year old Megan
Erskine untidily stuffed her belongings into her backpack and
scampered out the door eager for summer fun. Though it was just
the middle of May, it was already very hot. Megan looked a bit
enviously at some of the boys from her class who were shucking
their shirts off. Megan was still at the stage when her bare
chest was completely indistinguishable from a small boy's, but
she was a girl which was the main thing. Megan pulled her blouse
out of her shorts and undid its lower buttons. She pulled it up,
exposing her little midriff and tied the ends around her back.
She knew her mummy didn't like her to do this—she said it wasn't
"lady like--"but Megan didn't care about this right now. It was
too hot. Besides she knew her Daddy was going to get her that
bikini she wanted and that would show almost everything except
her nipples. She briefly stroked them through her blouse getting
a bare hint of the tingly feeling Daddy used to give her when she
was little. That was when he gave her a bath. He would take the
wash rag and gently sponge around her tiny chest, paying
particular attention to her little pointy nipples. He would rub
them till they got hard and Megan would start giggling. Then
sometimes, 'specially when Mummy was away, he would take the wash
rag and move it slowly between her legs. One time the soft cloth
caught a little bump on her vulva (Megan was a big girl and
didn't use baby names for her body parts), which made her go all
wobbly. Daddy held her up and stroked the spot a few more times
making her breath really hard. Then he stopped. Megan wanted him
to do this some more, but of course, she knew she couldn't ask
for that. This all stopped after her sixth birthday when Mommy
said she was old enough to wash herself now. That was also almost
the last time Daddy saw her with no clothes on.

When she got th parking lot, Megan was surprised to see that her
Mummy wasn't there to pick her up. Instead of her family's mini
van there was the big black car which she knew belonged to Uncle
Don, the man who her Daddy worked for. He and Mister Sam, his
driver were waiting outside looking serious. Megan walked up to
them. "Hello, Uncle Don, hello, Mister Sam. Do you know where my
Mommy is?" Uncle Don knelt down and patted her head. "I'm sorry,
Megan, but there's been some trouble. Your mom and dad want me to
take care of you for a little bit while they take care of things.
OK?"

"What's wrong? Why can't I go home?" Megan protested, not too
hard. She liked Uncle Don. He was very rich and had lots of cool
stuff at his house. Still, it was scary and strange.

"We'll talk about it more when we get home." Don looked at the
little girl and took a long breath. "I'm afraid your Daddy is in
a lot of trouble and you're going to have to work really hard to
help him get out of it."

Naturally Megan wanted to find out more, but the adults simply
ushered her into the car. When she was securely buckled in Mister
Sam, got in the driver's seat, switched on the engine and
activated the passenger LCD display. As Megan watched her
favorite cartoons, Uncle Don got in the back with her. He leaned
over and touched a button behind her seat. Velcro straps slid out
of the armrests and the car's floor. Before she could move, he
wrapped the straps around her wrists, securing her tightly to the
seat. He then got down and strapped her feet to the floor,
removing her sandals in the process. Needless to say Megan was
somewhat perturbed by this odd behavior. Momentarily ignoring her
screams, Don reached behind her head and pulled out another
restraint. This one went around her forehead, effectively
immobilizing her head and neck. As Megan opened her mouth to
scream again, Don grabbed her chin and thrust a ball gag into her
mouth, tying firmly to the back of the seat.

"Listen carefully, Megan," he hissed in her ear. "Your Daddy has
stolen a great deal of money from me, a very great deal. In order
to pay it back he's agreed to sell you to me as a sex slave. You
don't know what that means do you?"

Megan's brown eyes went wide with terror. Her little head moved
slightly back and forth. A muffled noise, that might have been a
long no, came from the gag.

"Well you're going to learn, starting right now!" He tore open
her blouse completely exposing her little chest and tummy. Next
her shorts were pulled down almost to her knees, followed by her
panties.

"Himm, he mused, "that's probably not very comfortable." He
pulled out a knife, cut the front of her shorts and panties apart
and pulled them from her trembling thighs. Tears streamed down
Megan's little cheeks as the man cut her blouse off leaving her
completely naked. "Don't worry about that," Don petted her cheek,
"You'll get much nicer things to wear. That is whenever we let
you wear clothes. Most of the time you're going to have to be
completely naked, but you'll get used to that. In fact, if you're
a good girl, you'll see that being sex slave can be lots of fun.

"On the other hand," he took a funny looking rod out of his
pocket, "if you're a bad girl you'll be severely punished. As a
matter of fact," he went on, "sometimes you'll be punished for no
reason at all. Like this."

He gently pressed the rod to Megan's right nipple. Her head and
shoulders jerked backward as incredible burning pain flashed
through the tiny nub. For five terrible seconds agony shot
through her small body.

Doing this is called torture," Don put the rod on her left
nipple. This time he held it on her for ten seconds. "Many people
like to torture their little slaves. I'm one of them. So right
now, I'm going to torture you for a few minutes. When we get
home, you'll be tortured some more." He put the rod back on her
nipple, holding it down for a few seconds, then slowly drawing it
across her skinny chest to other nipple. It felt like a million
red-hot needles were ripping her skin open. In fact, thanks to a
clever combination of millimeter wave radiation and exquisitely
tailored electric current, the little rod could produce the most
extreme pain without leaving a mark or causing serious damage.
Blinded by tears, the helpless child was unable to appreciate
this, of course.

He slowly moved the rod up and down Megan's heaving chest.
Planting it firmly on her cute belly button he held it down for
nearly a minute as the little girl bucked and howled. The rod
danced up and down Megan's muscular little tummy, stopping only
when it reached the edge of her pubic arch.

"After several minutes of this, Don removed the gag and gave
Megan something to drink. "In a little bit you're going to watch
a very special movie that will start to teach you what you need
to do as a good sex slave. One of the things you probably know
already is that there are special parts of your body that can be
made to feel really good. Such as these," he gently stroked her
tiny nipples, "Or this," he put his hand on her vulva. "What you
may not know is that there's a special spot down here," Megan
squirmed as the man put his finger on the funny bump on her
vulva. "This is called your clitoris, or clit for short. It's one
of the only parts on a human body whose purpose is just to give
pleasure. Another part that also is an important pleasure maker
is this little hole down here." Don pressed a finger lightly on
Megan's vagina. "This is called your vagina. When we have sex—
which will be real soon Megan—we're going to shove our cocks all
the way up it. This is going to hurt really bad, but after a few
times you'll get to like it. Before too long I'll bet, you'll be
begging us to do this. Meanwhile, though, "you need to get
prepared. So . . ." Don shoved the gag back in the child's mouth,
then jammed the rod against her tiny clit. He thumbed the
control, increasing the intensity to maximum and held it on the
convulsing seven-year-old's clitoris for over a minute. He gave
her a brief rest, just long enough for her gasping to stop, then
shoved it partly up her vagina, inserting it only till it met her
hymen. He intended to remove that the old-fashioned way. After
another minute he removed the rod and slowly pressed it along the
folds of Megan's bald vulva. He then applied it once more to her
clit, holding and jabbing it for another minute and half before
torturing her vagina for two more minutes.

"I think that's enough for now," Don told her. "Just remember
when we torture you at home it will be a lot worse. But now I
need to get you ready for your first training video." He pressed
a button on the seat next to her and small box rose out of the
floor. Don opened the box and pulled some wires out it. Each wire
had a flat plastic band attached, like the special tapes
hospitals use to put sensors on people. These were much thicker
thought and completely transparent. Don taped two of them to
Megan's nipples, with a third going over her clit. He removed the
straps from two of the wires, replacing them with tiny rods,
about the size of Megan's thumb. He reached under and shoved one
up Megan's rear, then inserted the other one into her vagina.

"We're all set now. You're now going to see what it's like being
a sex slave. Not only that, but you're going to feel what it's
like too. Those things I put on you are programmed to give you
the same feelings as the little girls in the video. When they
feel good, you'll feel good too. When someone hurts them, you'll
feel their pain. Oh, one more thing," Don added, "if you close
your eyes or look away from the screen for more than a second or
two you'll get a jolt like this." Megan's shriek was clearly
audible through her gag. "Only next time it will be ten times
worse."