ENSLAVING MEGAN

BY IAGO

Part 2

Megan's Ride - Amber's Agony

Petrified Megan glued her eyes to the screen. Don had replaced
the ball gag with a thick rubber stick which he shoved deep into
her mouth. He told her not to bite on it. When she forgot
terrible burning pain, shot through her nipples, clit, cunny and
behind. That made her bite down harder which of course made the
pain even sharper. But that wasn't as bad as when she tried
closing her eyes. Megan had once been bitten by some fire ants.
This was a million times worse.

The screen went blue for a few seconds, then the first movie
started. It was called "Amber's Big Mistake." The opening scene
showed a naked little girl standing on a slowly rotating
platform. She held her hands down stiffly to her sides. She had
red- blond hair and blue eyes. Her face looked puffy and red as
though she had been crying. She looked a bit bigger than Megan
and had a muscular build, like a gymnast. Her shoulders were
square and there was a hint of muscle ridging her tummy and
chest. She was, of course, completely hairless below her head,
and her chest was totally flat. This included her nipples, which
were almost completely flat little disks with only the nipple
tips sticking out. By contrast, Megan's seven-year- old nipples
were tiny cones, slightly smaller than dimes. As the camera
slowly moved up and down the girl's slender form a voice boomed:

This is Amber Wilkes. She is nine years old and did a very bad
thing. This is the story how she was punished. Watch carefully to
see that you don't ever do what this bad little girl did.

The screen dissolved revealing Amber, still naked, tied
spread-eagled to a bed. Again the camera zoomed slowly over the
nine-year-old's bare body. This time though there was a
frightening change. Amber had obviously been tortured. Angry red
marks cris-crossed her from shoulders to feet. Some of the marks
were long and jagged with fading edges. Others were round and
dark, like little burns. The latter were particularly noticeable
around her nipples and vulva. Her nipples also had tiny wounds
all over them, as though some animal with needle sharp teeth had
been chewing on them. There were more wounds like these all over
her pussy, which was thickly striped with welts. Stranger and
more frightening were large round wounds on her wrists and feet,
as though something hard and sharp had been driven into them.

Two men entered the room. They were naked, but all you could see
at first were their big rear ends and hairy backs. Then the view
shifted to their front sides. Each man was stroking his huge
thing–what boys called their dicks. Megan was amazed and
horrified by how big they were–longer and thicker than her arm
she thought. Some clear liquid was drooling from them. Megan
wondered if the men were going to go pee-pee all over Amber.

Amber's eyes were wide open, but she wasn't looking at the men.
Instead she seemed to be staring really hard at a place on the
ceiling. One of the men said something. Megan couldn't quite
understand, but it sounded like "Let's fuck her." The other man
said something else, which made the first man laugh loudly. The
little girl turned her head toward them for a moment, then pulled
it back. You could just see the hint of a tear rolling down her
little cheek. One man got on the bed and knelt between Amber's
slender legs. He untied her ankles, then grabbed them and forced
them back. The made Amber's rear end arch up from the bed and
also forced her cunny lips apart. The man put his hands on her
thighs and pulled them far apart so her tiny vagina was
completely in view. This also shoved her further up the bed where
the other man was standing. He told the first man to hold her,
then he bent down and untied the little girl's hands. He pulled
hard on her arms till her head and shoulders were dangling over
the end of the bed. He picked a slender plastic cord, tied one
end around the little girl's wrists, then looped the other end
around a ring on the floor, securely knotting it in place. During
all this time the little girl didn't make a sound, didn't try to
fight back.

The man stood up and gestured to the man on the bed. He grinned
and brought his dick up to the child's tinny cunny. Megan was
horrified. 'No! NO!', she told herself frantically, 'he can't
possibly do that! It won't fit!' Desperately she shut her eyes,
hoping the horrible scene would go away. Instead her small body
was wracked with dozens of white-hot jolts, each more agonizing
than the one before. When Megan got her eyes open again, the man
was still posed ready to rape the small girl. With his body
keeping Amber's legs apart he reached toward her cunny with one
hand pulled the lips covering her vagina open. With his other
hand he guided his great purple pulsing dick to the tiny hole. He
rubbed it against it for a moment, smearing a clear fluid all
over the little gateway. He looked up at the other man, nodded,
then shoved his giant cock into Amber. Now she screamed as the
giant flesh rod forced its way into her tiny body. Megan screamed
too, not in sympathy, but in agony, for somehow her tiny vagina
was also being rammed. Slowly the man forced his dick deeper into
Amber, and each millimeter bringing fresh screams from her and
Megan. After minute or so (which to Megan and Amber probably felt
like a one or two centuries), he pulled his dick out, causing
even more intense pain as it scraped the torn edges of the
child's cunny. Seconds later he thrust back in, harder and deeper
than before. Megan threw her head back, she couldn't help it, the
pain in her cunny was too terrible. Before she could remember to
keep watching white-hot needles shot through her nipples and
clitoris. This time, though, the torture didn't stop even when
Megan watched the other girl being raped, and while she was being
pseudo raped herself. No the things on her nipples and clit just
kept torturing her and torturing her.

By this time the man had gotten his entire cock deep inside the
child. To Megan this was like having a red-hot sword into her
guts. Amber must have felt like this too, for she simply screamed
and screamed. Suddenly the screams went muffled. The other man
had put his dick in her mouth and was thrusting deep into her
throat. Megan felt this too, the rod gag expanding in her mouth,
making her jaws ache from the pressure. A gag rod was forcing its
way deeper into her throat. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw
the man shoving his dick in and out of the tied girl's mouth. For
a moment the pain in her vagina decreased as the first man had
pulled his dick out of the other girl's cunny. Then it got even
worse as he drove his steel hard cock even harder into the tinny
cunny. The other man was doing the same thing to the blond girl's
throat. Megan couldn't breathe, a hot sticky liquid was pouring
down her throat, while a white-hot spear was forcing its way
deeper and deeper into her, as millions of tiny whips lashed her
clit and nipples again and again.

When the man finished raping the little girl he pulled out of her
and the second one took his place. They kept on taking turns
raping Amber, raping her till she was unconscious. The placed
something under her nose which snapped her awake, eyes wide with
terror. In vain she struggled to get away. They threw her down on
the bed and continued raping and raping her. After a while the
nine-year-old stopped screaming. Either she was too exhausted to
scream, or she had just fainted again. Or perhaps she was dead.
In away Megan hoped so. In her short seven and year life she had
never known such agony.

Then sudden as a door slamming, all the pain went away. Megan
blinked her eyes open and saw emerald green wave crashing against
a pristine beach. A little girl was running in the surf,
accompanied by an older boy. It was Amber. This time she was not
quite naked, wearing just a big green baseball cap and a small
stripped bikini bottom. The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen
and was wearing a skimpy yellow Speedo. From time to time Amber
would plunge into the waves to retrieve a bit of kelp or a shell
and proudly show it to her companion. "Look at this Josh! Look at
this Josh!" she yelped. After frolicking for a while the two kids
sat down on the warm sand to dry out. Amber contentedly poured
handfuls of sand over her little torso and legs. She tried to put
some on Josh, but the teen adroitly stayed out of reach.

"You're really making a mess, kiddo, " Josh admonished her
kindly. "Mom will blow her stack if she sees you all muddy like
that."

"Well, what Mom doesn't know won't hurt her. Or me," Amber
grinned. "You can always clean me up, Josh." She gave him a
knowing wink. "I'm hungry," she suddenly complained.

"So am I," Josh agreed. "What should we eat?"

"ME!" Amber yelled, running up the beach to small cottage. Josh
followed, moving a bit awkwardly, as though something was
gripping the inside of his bathing suit.

When he caught up with Amber, the little girl had taken off her
cap and bikini bottom and was just finishing rinsing herself
clean with a garden hose.

"Hey squirt, I though you wanted me to that," Josh pretended to
grumble.

Amber gave him a strange pleading look. "Play with me, Josh," she
whispered, "make me feel good."

The boy gently cupped the small chin. "Where should I start, the
usual?" Amber closed her eyes and nodded. "The usual," Josh
agreed. He put his finger tips on the nine-year-old's tiny
nipples and started slowly rubbing them back and forth. Amber
moaned softly and started breathing harder.

In the car so was Megan. The sensations in her nipples were like
those she had felt when Daddy had played with them, only now they
were getting stronger and stronger. She felt a funny tingly
feeling between her legs, too. It was partly focused around her
clit, which had gotten stiff and hard. Part of the feeling was
coming from her vagina which for some reason leaking some fluid
over her cunny.

"Do you like what I'm doing Amber?" Josh's thumbs and forefingers
tweaked Amber's hard little nipples. The little girl's eyes were
shut tight and her head was thrown back. Megan wanted to close
her eyes, too, to make the sensation even better. But she was
afraid she'd be punished. Besides, looking at another little
girl's nipples being stimulated while something was doing the
same thing to her own was very interesting.

"Oh, Josh that feels so nice. Do it more! Do it more!" Megan
couldn't have agreed more. For some reason she wished that Josh
would kiss Amber's nipples. As though he was reading her mind,
the boy on the screen bent down and planted his lips firmly over
Amber's right nipple. Amber and Megan hissed in unison. This time
Megan did squeeze her eyes shut, but no pain lashed her now.
Instead tiny tongues caressed every nerve ending in nipples, clit
and vagina. It was getting better and better, but then it
stopped. But just for a moment. Megan saw that Amber had put her
hands on Josh's head to push him away from her chest. She
whispered something and pointed to her cunny. Josh nodded then
picked her up and carried her into the cottage. He laid her down
on a bed, then took the pillows off and shoved them under her
rear. Amber spread her legs as wide apart as she could, which was
very wide indeed, for she was an excellent gymnast. By this time
Josh had kicked off his bathing suit. His five inch teen penis
was pulsing and shiny with that funny clear liquid. Megan
wondered if he was going to drive it into his little friend.
Though much smaller than the mens', it was much larger than
Amber's tiny opening now plainly visible. Instead the boy put his
head up to Amber's nine year old cunny.

Megan was astonished and a bit dismayed. She had just managed to
grasp that a man or boy might want to put his pee-pee thing near
a girl's pee-pee maker, but she couldn't imagine why he would put
his mouth there. She soon found out.

"OHHAH!" Amber gasped as Josh's lips and tongue discovered her
pulsing clit. "AHHAHA!" Megan echoed as something warm and tingly
gently stroked her clit and vagina. This made Daddy's stroking
her cunny with a washcloth feel like nothing. Megan had never
felt such an exciting feeling before. It was getting better and
better. Through slitted eyes she saw Amber jerking wildly on the
bed. Her legs and arms were flying up and down and her head was
rolling from side to side. Megan screamed in frustration. Tied
tightly to the car seat she was unable to follow her body's near
hysterical commands to MOVE MOVE MOVE MOVE.

.Amber was screaming now. A close in shot showed the pillow
directly under her cunny was soaking wet with her little girl
juices. Megan's rear end was so wet that she was afraid she had
peed on the seat Megan felt something tremendous growing deep in
her clit and vagina. It was getting stronger and stronger..
Amber's lithe form was arching up from the bed. She was on the
cusp of a mind blowing orgasm . . .

Once again the feeling flooding Megan's small body vanished
swifter than ice in boiling water. "No!" she yelled. But her
protest was cut short by Amber's far more frantic shriek followed
by the sickening sound of a heavy kick striking flesh and bone.

Two men wearing uniforms were standing over the naked children.
Josh was on the floor moaning and gripping his groin. One of the
men kicked him hard in his ass. "Shitty little pervert! So you
like to molest little girls!" The man slipped his boot under
Josh's stomach and drop kicked him across the room.

"STOP! STOP! DON'T HURT HIM!" Amber flew at the kicker, only to
be caught nearly in midair by the second man. "There, there,
honey, it's gonna be all right," he cooed, "that nasty little boy
isn't going to molest you or any other little girls any more."

"He didn't molest me!" Amber insisted. "I WANTED HIM TO DO IT! I
like it," she whispered suddenly aware that she had just made the
worst mistake of her life. The men looked at the beautiful little
girl as though she was particularly loathsome bug. "Missy, you're
in a big heap of trouble one said at last.

The screen went black. The narrator recited the words that slowly
crawled across the screen:

Amber was charged under the Purity of Minors Act as a lewd child.
Because she refused to make a full confession and name all the
boys and men she had seduced, she was tortured, as provided for
under the law. After Amber confessed, she was given a very bad
punishment.

A ghastly shriek blasted Megan's ears as the writing vanished.
Megan sobbed in terror, knowing full well, that she would soon
feel exactly whatever terrible things they were doing to Amber.
She squeezed her eyes shut, wanting the horrors to go away,
wanting to be home safe and snug. A mistake.

"YIEEEEEEEEE!" Even through the penis gag Megan's anguished
screams were clearly audible in the front seat. Dispassionately
Don slowly raised the pain intensity level to near its maximum.
He adjusted the interior monitor to get a better view of the
naked seven-year-old thrashing in the secure seat as electric
shocks and millimeter waves surged through her nipples, clitoris
and vagina. He tortured her at the high level for five minutes,
then gradually reduced it till the pain was just above Megan's
threshold of tolerance. With Megan simply whimpering, he toggled
the car's intercom.

"Keep your eyes wide open, Megan! You need to watch every second.
If you close 'em again you're going to end up exactly like Amber.
See!" Don pressed the scene selector on the DVD control.

Megan gasped in horror, but mindful of her recent torture, kept
her eyes focused on the dreadful display. Amber was hanging
limply on a small wooden cross. Bloody whip marks streaked her
chest and legs. The camera zoomed in revealing thick brown rods
sticking out from Amber's hands and feet. Megan couldn't believe
her eyes. They had really nailed her to the cross! A man wearing
a hooded robe wheeled small box to the foot of the cross. He
opened it and pulled out four wires. Three of the wires had
clamps shaped like little alligators on their ends; the forth had
a long round spike. The man shoved the spike into Amber's vagina,
then attached the clamps to her nipples and clitoris. Amber
grimaced, but otherwise showed little reaction. That soon
changed. The man pressed a button on the box. There was loud
buzzing sound followed almost immediately by a bloodcurdling
shriek. Amber's small body thrust out from the cross as though
she had been kicked. This of course made it even harder for her
to breath, but the athletic girl still managed some out to suck
enough oxygen into her frantic lungs to let out scream after
scream.

Don kept the scene on for a minute. Seeing a little girl being
tortured with electric shocks while being crucified was one of
his biggest turn ons. And Amber was still one the favorite
members of his harem. He had bought her when she was six. Now at
nearly ten she still had her slender tomboy beauty, a product of
intense an intense exercise program combined with regular
anti-puberty treatments. Don checked the time and returned the
video to the act when Amber was being tortured into "confessing."
They had plenty of time to finish the movie before arriving at
the training cabin where they would spend the next three days
sexually torturing and raping Megan. He particularly wanted Megan
to see the end before Sam and he raped her.

Amber was hanging stretched out from something that looked like
the chinning bar at the school gym. Only this one had a bar on
the bottom where Amber's feet were tied. There were wheels on
each connected by cords the ropes tied to Ambers's hand and feet.
Two men were standing next to the wheels. Someone out of sight
clapped their hands. The men grabbed the wheels and slowly turned
them. Amber screamed. Her splendid little body was soaking in
sweat. The men turned the wheels again, stretching Amber till she
passed out from the pain, her head lolling down toward her chest.
In her virtual torture seat Megan couldn't understand why Amber
hadn't been torn apart. Her own arms and legs felt like they had
been yanked from their sockets.

A man came in wheeling a small cart. It was larger than the one
they had used when Amber was crucified. Some of the wires looked
different. Instead of alligator jaws these ended with little
rings lined with dozens of tiny, but very sharp looking, needles.
A close up showed two of them being attached to her nipples.
Fingers twisted the tiny rings in their tops driving the needles
deep into Amber's nipples. Little droplets of blood started
dripping out of them. Amber raised her head and moaned, then let
her head drop back to her chest. What came next snapped her out
of her stupor. A hand reached between her legs and spread her
pussy wide open. Two fingers gripped her clit and drew it up from
its hood. A needle lined plastic sheath was placed over it. The
camera then shifted its view to a hand holding a wire crowned
with something resembling a tiny umbrella. A button on its base
was pressed and a half dozen tiny spikes spread out. The spikes
were folded back together and the umbrella thing was inserted in
Amber's vagina. A thumb stroked the button and the spikes
expanded into the walls of her vagina. A similar, but larger,
probe was put in her anus. Two more wires with simple bulldog
clips went on her toes.

Megan was screaming at the top of her lungs (her gag had been
retracted) from the simulacrum of these torments. Amber, older,
stronger, and with more practice at being tortured, simply moaned
loudly.

"Are you ready to confess, now child?" A voice out of sight
asked. Amber grimaced once, then shook her head.

"Very well. Perhaps a few hours of this will change your mind." A
control panel appeared on the screen. A plump hand twisted a dial
then threw open an old- fashioned knife switch. Torrents of
electric current, specially tailored to maximally stimulate her
pain receptor nerves flooded Amber's body. The screen split, one
half showing Amber being tortured, the other displaying a digital
timer showing the elapsed time of the torture.

Megan fainted after just five minutes of her version of the
electric shock torture. The onscreen clock showed Amber had been
tortured for twenty–which in fact she had been. She lost
consciousness herself when the clock clicked the hour mark Both
girls were revived then, Megan via a stimulant injected through
one of the contacts, Amber by having a bucket of ice water tossed
over her. A thermometer like device was now displayed next to the
clock..A green light pulsed up and down it showing how much pain
Amber was getting. The levels ranged from "Perceptible,"
equivalent to a light pin prick to "Absolutely Intolerable,"
being branded with a white hot iron. From time to the time the
green light touched that level, but most of the time it stayed
lower, hovering between the third highest, "Crucifixion," and the
fourth, "Whipping."

After three hours–forty-five minutes for Megan—both girls'
nervous systems were exhausted. It was time to change techniques.
The electrodes were pulled from Amber and Don changed the
settings on the virtual torture machine.

A fat man wearing a richly embroidered robe entered the room. "So
the little whore remains recalcitrant," he addressed a thin man
in plan black robe beside him. . "Perhaps we should return to the
traditional methods. He made a commanding gesture to the men
standing by the rack. They took hold of the wheels and twisted
them slowly, wringing scream after scream from the naked nine
year old girl. "So, you wicked little girl, are you ready to
confess your sins and name those you have polluted?" he demanded
pompously.

"Never!" Amber gasped and spat in the man's face. Wiping the spit
off he gestured to the men standing by the rack. They grasped the
wheels and slowly turned them wringing scream after scream from
the naked nine-year-old. Another man entered the torture chamber
and said something quietly to the robed man. He gestured to the
men to stop turning.

"It appears, gentlemen, that we will have to take even sterner
measures. He clapped his hands. The men left the rack, returning
a moment later. One man gave the fat man a short multi stranded
whip. The other carried what appeared to be a bunch of iron rods.
He placed them in a small gas barbecue grill standing nearby and
lit its flame.

"Eh, while we're waiting for those to warm up, let's warm this
little bitch up," the fat man chuckled nastily. He walked behind
Amber and began whipping her.

"SWOOSH-WHAP!" Amber gasped, but didn't cry out. "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" Each lash drew thin red lines
across Amber's back and shoulders, but the obstinate child
refused to cry out, merely letting a low moan or whimper escape
every third or fourth lash. This would have amazed Megan, had she
been able to notice it. But she was too busy shrieking. Each time
the man whipped Amber waves of synthetic fire washed across
Megan's back.

Blood was trickling steadily down Amber's back. The fat man
started to whip her across her pale buttocks. Now each lash
brought a low sob from the nine-year- old–and a scream of agony
from Megan.

"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" The fat man flogged Amber without mercy while Don
and Sam eagerly watched Megan being tortured on the car's
internal monitor.

"Take her down," the fat man ordered his two assistants, "and
hang her by her feet."

Amber now hung in a V shape with her head about two feet off the
ground. That made her upper chest, her nipples in particular, a
perfect target. The fat man walked over to the grill to check on
the branding rods. "A few more minutes, I think," he said
cheerfully. He then stationed himself two feet from the moaning
child and viciously whipped her across both tiny nipples. The
pain was so overwhelming that neither child had strength to cry
out. SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH- WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!" "SWOOSH-WHAP!"
"SWOOSH-WHAP!" Again and again the man flogged Amber's tender
nipples and chest. In the car Megan was lying limp in the chair.
She had already fainted three times during this stage of the
whipping. A trifle concerned about his investment, Don changed
the settings from pain to stimulation–just enough to bring her
around for the next stage of Amber's torture.

Standing directly behind her, the fat man gently caressed her
groin with his whip. "So sweet, so sweet," he murmured drawing
the strands slowly across her puffy labia. Amber was sobbing for
mercy now, but the man was far too gone in his sadistic lust to
pay attention. He raised his arm and whipped the little girl's
hairless pussy with brutal force. "AIYEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The whip's
strands stung her clitoris and cut open her labia. "AYEEEEEEEE!"
Pain shot through Amber like a solar flare. "WHAPPP! AIEEEEEEEE!
"WHAPPP! AIEEEEEEEE! "WHAPPP! AIEEEEEEEE! "WHAPPP! AIEEEEEEEE!"

Back in the car Megan stared dully at the screen. She had fainted
after the second simulated blow to her cunny and lost
consciousness again almost immediately after Don revived her.
Amber was nearly out it, too. After over a dozen lashes to her
clit and cunny, she was hanging like a rag doll, her eyes rolled
back in her head.

"So the little whore has fainted!" The fat man put on a thick
glove and drew one of the iron sticks from the grill. Its tip was
glowing a dull-red white. "This will awaken her!" He placed it
directly on her nipple. Swiftly he moved the rod to all the
child's most sensitive spots, her toes, her nipples, her armpits,
her belly button and, of course, her clit. Each time he held the
iron to the flesh just long enough to create a bad first degree
burn–had it in fact been a real branding iron.

Now it should be noted that up to now all Amber's torments had
been quite real, torture and rape being par for the course in the
life of a child sex slave. But all concerned agreed that anything
causing serious or lasting mutilations ought to be avoided. Hence
the "red hot-iron" was actually a variation on the system Don was
using on Megan.

This mattered not a whit to the girls, for the pain they were
suffering, Amber directly and Megan remotely, was very real.

"Confess! Confess! You filthy creature, confess!" the fat man
chanted. He plunged his rod into the defenseless girl's vagina.
Meeting unexpected resistance he pulled it on. "Jon, this bitch
is still a virgin!"

"Yes, lord," the assistant stated primly, the words "why the fuck
don't you read the files" remaining firmly locked behind his
expressionless face. "The child has engaged only in acts of oral
sex and mutual masturbation. She has not as yet allowed herself
to be vaginally or anally penetrated."

Again this wasn't exactly true. In her three and half years of
sex slavery Amber had been raped nearly five thousand times. But
as Megan would soon learn, with subtle surgical and
pharmacological techniques a child's virginity could be completed
restored as often as desired.

"She has confessed this?"

"No, lord, her, ah, partners have come forth in an effort to save
the child from torment. This, of course, could not be permitted."

"Of course, of course," the fat man muttered importantly.
"Perhaps if you would confront the whore with these statements we
might be able to conclude this wretched business.

"You are Wisdom personified." Jon touched his forehead. "Take her
down," he ordered the rack men. "Have a physician meet us in my
chamber."

"Amber Wilkes," the fat man now in judicial raiment, addressed
the small girl standing before his bench. Amber's hands were tied
in front of her with a blue plastic band and she was wearing a
simple dress over an undershirt and panties. "you have been found
guilty as charged. Due to your tender years and other," the fat
man coughed, "mitigating circumstances, the court has decided to
be somewhat lenient in this case. The sentence of perpetual
enslavement in the child brothels is suspended, to be executed
only upon evidence of a repeated offense. Instead, the court
sentences you to be raped no less than twenty times in the next
two days. Following this you are to be crucified for a period of
not less than two nor more than eight hours. During your
crucifixion you shall be subjected to electrical shock torture as
frequently and as severely as safely permitted. Take her away."

Amber was led into a filthy room where four naked men and teenage
boys were waiting for her. They cut her hands loose, then ordered
her to strip. Sobbing quietly, Amber pulled off her dress and
cast it on the floor. She then shucked off her undershirt. Clad
only in tiny pink and white panties she looked pleadingly at the
bestial males, her small hands held protectively over her tiny
crotch. "Those too, ho," one of the boys growled. "Do it quick,
or we'll stuff 'em down your cunt." Another boy guffawed. "I got
something better to shove down there, man."

Slowly, trying to put off the inevitable as long as possible,
Amber pulled her panties down. She had just stepped out of them
when they grabbed her and shoved her down on the bed. In the car
Megan shut her eyes tight, determined to be tortured to death
rather than to witness this evil deed.

An appalling stabbing pain in her vagina drove that resolution
away like quail from hunting dogs. Unbelievably it hurt far more
than first virtual rape. Amber's recently restored hymen had been
strengthened to make the rape even more agonizing. Megan saw the
boy who had made the joke about Amber's panties trying to shove
his club like penis into the shrieking little girl. "Shit, she's
tight!" he remarked he pulled his dick out for another thrust.

"OWWWWWWIEEEEEEE! STOP PLEASE OWWWWW IT HURTS IT HURTS!"

Paying no heed, the acne faced teen shoved his dick deeper and
deeper into convulsing nine year old. "AHHH! I've got it!" he
roared, pulling out his cock for another thrust. Blood from
Amber's newly ripped hymen cascaded on to the bed. The great dick
was pumping harder and faster now, the boy gasping, tossing the
little girl beneath him like a rag doll.

"AHHHH! I'M CUMMMING! I'M CUMMING!" Floods of thick white cream
came flooding from Amber's vagina. Megan felt the same sticky
stuff coating her thigh,. too. She had no idea what it was. She
thought that a vital part of her body had been ripped open, so
she was sure she was about to die.

On the screen Amber was wishing for death, but knew perfectly
well that wouldn't happen. She loved Master Don very much 'cause
he always made sure to give her lots and lots of super good
orgasms, but sometimes he and his friends were just a little too
rough! She kinda of hopped that cute second grader they were
picking up next week would be used for some of the torture stuff
Master liked to do. Probably, Amber though, they'll have to been
rougher on Megan than they were on me at first. Boy is she going
to be in for a surprise when she sees the last scene.

"AYIEEEOWWEIEEEE!" She screamed as the other teen rammed into her
like a pile driver. He came quickly in her, then raped her again.
By this time the first boy had gotten his dick up again and was
shoving in and out of her mouth. After shooting his load down her
throat he switched places his friend. The two boys double raped
Amber six times. Then it was the older mens' turn.

The first one flipped Amber over on her stomach then pulled her
toward him so her lovely little butt was in line with his cock.
He smeared some cream over it, rubbed a bit of it over Amber's
ass crack, then forced it into her anus. He took his time about
it, slowly torturing her with his dick. As he sodomized her, he
reached in front and tortured her cunny, ramming his fingers in
and out of her vagina, cruelly twisting and pinching her
clitoris.

Amber threw her head back and screamed. The man thrust forward
knocking her face down on the bed. He jerked spasmodically for a
few moments then pushed himself up, carrying the impaled little
girl with him. He pulled Amber onto him, twisting and pinching
her nipples as he tortured her with his cock. Suddenly he bucked
upward, crushing Amber in a frantic bear hug as he sprayed his
load into her. He collapsed, crushing her beneath his bulk.

The other man pulled him off and picked up Amber. He lay down on
his back holding the nine-year-old above his rampant cock, her
legs spread wide apart. Blood and semen poured from his ass, but
not shit–Amber had been given very through enemas and had been
kept on a high concentrate liquid diet throughout the recording.
Slowly he brought the little girl down on his tungsten hard
member. Amber shrieked as the man slowly forced his penis into
her abused slit. He bounced Amber up and down on his cock, her
skinny body flailing weakly. When he finished raping her this
way, he made her lie flat on top of him. He then thrust his dick
up her vagina once more while the other man came to rape her
anally again. Then one of the teenagers got into the act. He
grabbed Amber's head and managed to drive his teen cock deep into
her throat.

In the car Megan was suffering far more than Amber for a change.
Not only were her tiny vagina, anus and mouth being speared by
the automatic dildos, her nipples and clitoris were continually
tortured by streams of electricity and pseudo burns. Don kept
torturing her like this even after Amber's first triple rape was
completed.

In fact, Amber wasn't suffering at all. By now her well fucked
little body was back to its normal horny state and she was
starting to have multiple orgasms. To keep her from making
inappropriate exclamations (e.g., FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME
MORE!), the remaining boy dragged her forward so her head and
shoulders were draped over the edge of bed. He gagged her within
an o-ring a started enthusiastically deep throating her. His
companion slid under the shaking nine-year-old and began fucking
her up the ass again. The two adults then took turns shoving
their dicks up the fourth-grader's vagina. With each thrust Amber
felt as though she was having a dozen orgasms, which wasn't far
from the case. While the rape scenario on the video only lasted a
few minutes, on the set it had actually gone on for the better
part of two days. During these sessions Amber may have had close
to two hundred orgasms. She might have had more, but the unions
insisted that men get the standard rest breaks. Amber was a bit
notorious in the pedo-porn world for having fucked three elderly
gentlemen to death, events over which neither she nor her owner
felt particularly remorseful. Look, you should know your limits.

Back in the car Don was testing Megan's limits. He slowly
increased the intensity of the shocks lashing her nipples and
clit as the simulator pseudo raped her vagina, anus and mouth. He
hadn't decided if he was going to have Megan tortured during the
first days at the training cabin, or start with something more
gentle. Say a few sessions of extreme orgasm denial, followed by
a brisk gang raping or two. Of course, eventually he would
crucify her–all his girls got crucified at least once a
quarter–so it was vital to determine how much torture could be
safely inflicted on her. Don was quite proud that he had never
ever lost one of his child slaves. He checked her vital signs,
then increased shock level a notch. He checked the DVD and saw
that the rape scene was just about over. He switched off the rape
rods and adjusted the simulators to give Megan the full
experience of a crucifixion. He also retracted the penis gag to
prevent breathing problems and to better hear her screams.

"OWIEEEEE!" Megan cried out. A terrible burning itching pain
flashed across her back. It subsided momentarily, then came back
stronger then before in slightly different spot on her back. It
came back a third time, then in rapid session a dozen or more
times all over her back and buttocks. With that and the constant
agony in her nipples in clit she barely noticed that somehow a
heavy weight was now pressing hard on her shoulders.

The weight was very noticeable to Amber as she stagged toward the
crucifixion site with the heavy cross beam tied to her shoulders.
She only had a few hundred yards to go, but the brats were
flogging her with their synthetic nettle whips every step of the
way. Each lash embedded dozen of tiny needles filled with
irritating chemicals into her flesh. "Give it to her good,"
Charley the ten year old leader yelled, "Hit her legs! Hit her
legs!"

"I'm going to get you good for this, Chuckles," Amber muttered,
hoping she'd get a crack at him in Master Don's next boy torture
video. Probably no such luck; Charley was too damn ugly.

"YIIAAKES!" A particularly savage blow–a kick perhaps–struck the
back of Amber's knees and knocked her off her feet. Brad and Greg
grabbed the cross beam to keep her from falling on her face They
held her up while Charley lambasted her chest and nipples with
his nettle whip. "Flip her upside down, I wanna do her cunt," he
panted.

"Hey that's not in the script," Brad protested. "So what?" Greg
replied, "we're improvising." Charley whipped the girl's clit and
cunny a dozen times before the adults told them to get on with
scene.

They took the cross bar off Amber's shoulders and secured it to
the vertical post. She was then laid down on the cross, her
wrists and ankles tied to it with leather like straps. These
contained the same kind of electronic spikes which Megan would
soon feel pressing into her hands and feet soon. To add
verisimilitude Pete and Carl, the two guys who had raped her in
the opening scene, started hammering what looked like very nasty
square spikes into her hands and feet. In reality the only things
which pierced her were set of hypodermic needles concealed by the
top part of the spikes. This hurt like hell, these were needed to
inject the drugs that would keep her from suffocating or going
into shock. Per Master Don's agreement with his investors Amber
would be crucified for most of the day, so such precautions were
essential.

Having finished "nailing" the naked little girl to the cross,
Carl and Pete picked it up and planted it in its post hole. Pete
stacked rocks around the base to keep it steady then Carl
activated the electronic spikes.

Amber gave a ghastly wail and started frantically trying to
relieve the agonizing pressure on her arms and legs. This of
course increased the pain in her chest and stomach muscles. After
fifteen minutes of agonized scrambling Amber hung limp with
exhaustion. She heard a low rumbling, looked up then groaned at
the sight of the approaching electric torture machine. Normally
when Amber was tortured with electric shocks they set the maximum
intensity level at 80. Today it would be 120. Her first session
of electric shock torture lasted ten minutes. The second session
two hours later went on for a half hour. The third and last
session went on for over an hour, ending just a few minutes
before they took her down from the cross.

In the car Megan's seven-year old brain had forgotten that there
was anything in the world except pain, blinding, boiling pain.
Unlike the older girl she was not allowed the luxury of fainting
for even one second. The terrible stabbing pains in her hands and
feet were even worse, incredibly, than the spears which tormented
her insides all afternoon. Every so often the thing up her cunny
started to feel sort of nice. Now not only were her nipples and
clit being stung worse than ever, she was now being whipped by
something all over her body,

"Sir, our ETA is in twenty minutes. You better get her ready."

"Thank you, Sam," Don nodded.. He switched off the pseudo
crucifixion simulators and started gradually reducing the pain
level to Megan's nipples and clitoris. This was necessary to
prevent her brain from short circuiting when the next set of
neural stimulators kicked in.

Amber was brought down from the cross after eight hours. That was
the longest time she had been crucified, but even that session
wasn't the record. Her harem mate, Jenny, had been crucified for
nearly two days–they had really nailed her to the cross, too,
Amber remembered with a shudder. But that was because the silly
girl had tried running away.

She would take a week to recover completely. That was okay,
because, for obvious reasons, the final scene could only be shot
then. But that meant they'd only have a few hours to complete the
shot, so everything had to be just right. This meant not just
that all her sores had be gone by than but that she needed to
have the right attitude. Amber was a good natural actress, but
she was only nine and not professionally trained. So Master Don
said she had to have another one of those treatments. She had two
of them already, the first one before they started shooting to
get her ready for the opening rape scene, the second, of course,
right after that for the gang rape scene. To her relief Master
Don said they didn't have to turn her back into a complete
virgin, what Amber privately referred to as a dork girl. She
would still be able to fuck easily, but she would be scared and
shy about engaging in sexual activity.

Epilogue

"Well girls and boys, do you think little Amber really learned
her lesson," the narrator asked. Let's visit her at school and
find out."

Amber was sitting demurely at her desk wearing the checked
blouse, knee length green skirt, white stockings and dark shoes
of proper fourth grade student. Her red blond hair was neatly
parted and perfectly combed..

A woman came into the class room. You couldn't see her face, just
the long white doctor's coat she had on. "It's time for Amber's
session," she told the teacher. Her voice sounded funny, like she
was had a very bad cold or was talking through a fog horn. The
teacher gestured to Amber who got up and went out with the woman.
She took Amber by the hand and walked her down a long corridor,
her heels going click-clack, click-clack. Amber looked a little
worried and a little frightened, a bit like you do when you're
going to the doctor and know you'll have to get a shot.

They came to a door with a card slot and keypad instead of a
regular lock. The woman knocked once very hard. She waited a
moment, then took a plastic card from around her neck and slid it
through the card slot. A red light blinked on the keypad. The
woman pressed six number on it, the light turned green and the
door opened. Silently the door swung open, and Amber was ushered
into the room.

A man was sitting at a desk. He was looking at a flat screen
computer monitor. He too was wearing a doctor's jacket, but again
you couldn't see his face. A small video camera mounted on a
tripod stood in front of a large white screen about ten feet
away. The rest of the room was in semi-darkness.

"Hello, Amber," the man's voice also sounded funny, almost like a
robot in the science fiction films they made a hundred years ago,
"how are you today?" Amber murmured that she was fine. She looked
down at her shoes and scuffed them nervously together.

"Good. Now please stand in front of the camera and say who you
are, how old you are and why you are here."

Amber nodded, and took her place. "My name is Amber Wilkes. I am
nine years old, and I'm . . ." She hesitated a moment, "and I'm
here to learn the difference between Good Touching and Bad
Touching."

"Very good. We can get started now." Some more lights came on.
The man ordered Amber to strip. "Take all your clothes off,
Amber," he told her.

Amber winced, then bent down to take her shoes off. She carefully
unbuttoned her right shoe, then her left shoe before taking them
both off. She then carried them to a corner of the room, came
back in front of the camera, sat down and pulled off her knee
socks. These were carefully set inside each shoe. Next she slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, showing her sleeveless little girl
undershirt. She pulled her blouse out of her skirt, slipped out
of it and put it next to her shoes and socks. She stood still for
a moment, a tear dropping down her cheek. She took a deep breath,
unzipped the sides of her skirt and took it off. This time she
simply let it fall to floor. Amber was crying now standing stock
still in her underwear.

"Take your shirt off," the woman told her in her funny voice."
The camera zoomed in on the undershirt's hem as it slowly rose
past the child's flat belly button. There was a tangle of arms
and cloth and then it came up over the girl's head before falling
slowly to the floor. Amber stood with her arms crossed over her
tiny nipples, a pleading look on her face.

"Put your hands down. Take your panties off." The man commanded,
his voice sounding stern and harsh. "No, she's frightened. Let me
help her." The man grunted. The woman padded over to the nearly
naked little girl. For some reason she had taken her shoes off.

Amber stood stock still, her small hands folded protectively over
her crotch. Gently the woman pulled them to the nine-year-old's
skinny hips. She got behind Amber and started massaging her bare
shoulders and upper back.

"You're a very pretty little girl, Amber," she cooed, running her
hand along Amber's thin chest, "a very pretty girl. Many grownups
would love to see your pretty body. All of it." Amber jumped a
little at the sharp tone.

"But first you need to relax a little," the woman sounded
friendlier now. She started moving her hands around Amber's back
and chest in little circles. Amber let out a deep breath and
moved slightly back. "You know Amber there are special places on
a girl's body that feel very good when they're touched properly.
Like these." She put her fingers on the child's immature nipples
and started rubbing them. Amber stiffened, but not in fear now.
She moaned softly, closing her eyes and swaying slightly. The
woman's fingers were moving in blur over the child's nipples. She
put one hand on Amber's back, kept the other one on Amber's right
nipple, then planted kiss on the fourth grader's left nipple.
Amber gasped and nearly fell backward.

In her car seat Megan almost forgot all her suffering. She had
never felt so good in her life. The little things were now
massaging and sucking her nipples sending tingly waves through
her small nude form. She felt a second, even stronger, tingly
feeling down in her abused slit, especially near her little clit.
The machine wasn't doing anything there now; the feeling was
coming from inside the seven and half year old girl.

"Another special spot is between your legs. Can I take your
panties down to show you?" Amber moaned yes. Inch by inch the
small white panties came down, tantalizing the camera with more
and more of Amber's young flesh. The woman pulled the white
cotton panties over the child's feet, then gently motioned Amber
to move her legs apart. She put a hand on Amber's vulva and
started gently stroking it. Due apparently to the child's tension
(actually because of the special drugs that Amber had gotten in
the partial virginity restoration treatment), it was quite dry.
The woman ran her fingers up and down the hairless little slit,
parting the lips, probing the little hole and tweaking the little
clit that had started coming out of its hood.

"Ohhhgooood!" Amber threw her head back, eyes squeezed shut.
Megan squealed even louder, since her nipples were still being
stimulated along with her vagina and clitoris.

The woman stopped masturbating the little girl for a second. "Do
you remember what this is called when a grownup touches you like
this?" She stroked Amber's now extremely hard little nipples
between her thumbs and forefingers, then slowly fondled her
vulva.

"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, I'm not sure, ah, ahhh," Amber moaned.
"Molesting?"

"That's right, Amber, when a grownup touches you like this it's
called molesting" The woman masturbated Amber some more then
stopped again. "Is molesting a 'good touch' or a 'bad touch'?"
She took Ambers hands in hers.

The nine-year-old looked blank. "I dunno," she mumbled at last
looking down on the floor.

The woman made a funny sound. "It depends. Now let's see if
you've remembered your lessons about being a good girl. She took
the naked little girl by the hand and led her to the man. He was
naked from the waist down and his penis was sticking straight out
from his hairy legs.

The woman gestured to Amber. Obediently the nine-year-old got
down on her knees in front of the man and put her mouth over his
penis. She started slurping on it as though she was eating an ice
cream cone. The man moaned, then put his hands on the small blond
head, pressing it harder on to his meat.

The woman whispered something in Amber's ear. She stood up and
looked down at the man's penis. It was shinny with her spit and a
drops of clear liquid were coming out its slit. Amber licked the
slit than looked up a the man. He took her by the shoulders and
slowly walked backward with her to a bed. He lay down and spread
his leg wide apart. Amber climbed on top of him and started
sucking on his penis once more.

Megan's fascinated revulsion at this scene swiftly evaporated as
the wonderful feelings started up again between her legs. Amber
was lying spread-eagled on top of the man, sucking on his penis
like a little vacuum cleaner. The woman was now lying with her
head between Amber's legs. Her tongue was darting all around the
now very moist little girl's cunny, lapping her clit, darting in
and out of her tiny vagina.

The man groaned and started bucking up and down really fast.
Thick white stuff squirted out his penis in great gobs, covering
Amber's face and chest. After a moment he slowly got up. The
woman took his place and shoved Amber's head down on her bush. As
Amber dutifully licked the woman's hairy genitalia, the man got
his head between her legs and started sucking on her tiny cunny.

The woman screamed and bucked, nearly throwing Amber off her. She
shuddered once, twice, three times then lay real still. The man
picked up Amber and made her sit on top of his stomach. "Slide
down, put yourself in me," he commanded. Amber spread her legs as
far apart as she could and moved so her little vagina was
directly over the tip of the man's penis. Slowly she worked it
into her.

Megan felt the rod going back into her, only this time it didn't
hurt. Amber was all the way in the man now. She was moving really
fast, screaming and jerking. Her muscles were standing out all
over her body like little cords. Suddenly she went real stiff
then fell on top of the man. He groaned and thrust hard up into
the little girl then fell back.

Back in the car Megan was crying in frustration. She had felt a
tremendously exciting feeling getting stronger and stronger in
her cunny. It felt so wonderful she wanted to go on forever and
ever. But it now stopped like a light bulb going out and there
was nothing she could do to bring it back. "So, Amber, now do you
know when being molested is good touching or bad touching?"

"I think so." The fourth grader furrowed her little brow. "When a
grownup wants to molest you it's a good touch. If you do sex
things without asking a grown-up's permission it's a bad touch."

"Very, very good, Amber. I think you're doing very well," the
woman said. "Don't you think so, Doug?" she asked, her voice no
longer distorted. Megan's eyes went wide open. The camera slowly
panned up till the adults' faces filled the screen. Fondling the
naked little girl they had just molested were her father and her
mother.