ENSLAVING MEGAN

BY IAGO

Part 3

Preparations

Megan slumped back in her seat. She felt like she had been kicked
in the stomach. No, it was worse. She knew now she was totally
alone and completely helpless. Any faint hope that her daddy
might save her and that he really wasn't doing those things
vanished when they showed her another video. It was very short,
merely the trailer for one called Little Heather's Lessons. It
started with a small blond girl about her age going into a shed
with an older boy. This boy wasn't Josh, he looked younger, maybe
eleven or twelve. He asked the girl to unbutton her blouse and
take down her shorts. Reluctantly the little girl started to
strip. The camera focused on her face for several seconds, long
enough for Megan to recognize her. It was her eight year old
first cousin Heather Walker. She and Megan looked so much a like
they were sometimes mistaken for twins, being nearly the same
size (Megan in fact was a bit bigger), with identical long silky
blond hair and slender build. Just as the little girl had taken
her panties down a man came into the shed and started yelling at
the children. The boy managed to run away, but the little girl
couldn't. She just stared in terror at the angry man and started
to cry. The next scene showed the girl standing in the man's
house. He was asking her questions. Her answers didn't satisfy
him. He told her he had to find out if she was telling the truth
or not. He ordered her to come down to his basement. As they
walked downstairs the camera focused on the man's face. It was
Megan's daddy. When they got downstairs he told his little niece
to take all her clothes off and sit in a sinister looking chair.
It had wide arms and legs and had all kinds of wires coming out
of it. Daddy pulled Heather's legs wide apart then strapped them
to the chair legs. He then tied her wrists to the arms and
started putting the wire things on her. They went on with tape,
like the things doctors used, so it probably didn't hurt. That
was good, because they were placed on parts Megan knew by now
were very sensitive. One went on each nipple, one in her belly
button, two for her feet and four for her hairless little pussy.
Megan winced as her dad placed the first one over Heather's clit.
Pulling Heather's pussy lips apart he stuck something into her
vagina, then taped the remaining contacts on each of her pussy
lips. Next he stood behind a control panel and started asking
Heather questions. At first he just asked her name, where she
lived, what grade she was in school, things like that. All
Heather's answers were true and they were all things that Megan
knew. Then he started asking her about what went on in the shed.
This time after she answered she screamed really loud. Daddy
explained that this would happen whenever she didn't tell the
truth. He asked her more questions. Each time Heather answered
she had to scream. Megan winced at the site of her favorite
cousin being tortured, but this time she didn't feel it. Instead
the pleasurable feelings in her clit and nipples came back. At
first they weren't very big, more like a nice tingling sensation,
sort of like cool grass between your toes. But slowly they got
stronger and stronger. Every time Heather screamed in pain Megan
felt a new level of pleasure rise in her. She almost wished her
Daddy would torture Heather even worse. But after a few minutes
Heather finally confessed.

The next scene showed Heather and Daddy lying together on a bed.
Both were naked. Daddy was sticking his tongue in Heather's mouth
while fingering her little cunny. It felt really good to Megan,
but Heather didn't't like it. Stop it, she begged, that hurts!
Daddy of course just kept on doing it. He stroked her clit then
stuck one finger deep into her vagina. Megan could barely hear
her cousin's yelp of protest but the exciting feeling in her own
cunny was so great! After a while Daddy got tired of Heather's
whining. She had always been a bit of a crybaby. He got on top
her, pinned her arms down with his own muscular ones, forced her
legs apart and started raping her. With each thrust Heather
shrieked at the top of her lungs. Megan felt like screaming too,
but not from the pain. She had never felt something so wonderful.
She wanted it to go on and on. In the back of her mind a little
voice warned that the pleasure surges she was getting weren't
real that it would hurt real bad when they raped her.

The car stopped and the screen went blank. Megan squirmed in
frustration. She wanted to play with herself, she wanted to do
that special thing they had talked about in sex education, she
wanted to masturbate. She wanted to pinch her tiny nipples, rub
her little clit against something big and soft, she even wanted
to shove something in and out of her vagina.

The door opened and Sam leaned over to untie her. Megan's first
move was to snake a hand between her legs. Sorry Megs, he grinned
pulling her hand away, we got business to attend to. He pulled
her wrists together and snapped a plastic band around them and
took her out of the car. Don was standing nearby talking on his
cell phone.

Megan took a quick look around. They were at some kind of summer
camp. There was a lake off in the distance surrounded by pine
woods. Some cabins were clustered around it, with more lining the
hilly ground overlooking it. The lake was fringed by a white sand
beach. A group of girls were playing volleyball there. They were
all elementary school age, some a bit younger than Megan, some a
couple of years older. Most were topless or completely bare, but
a few were wearing skimpy bikinis.

A loud hammering noise followed by a ghastly wail jerked Megan's
attention toward a clearing, barely fifty yards away. There a big
bald headed man was busy nailing a naked little blond girl to
small cross. Two other girls had already been crucified and were
hanging limply on their crosses. One seemed to be about Megan's
age and had dark brown hair. The other looked no older than eight
and had messy reddish hair. Both were covered from neck to toes
with angry red welts, as was the small blond, who appeared to be
about six.

Don nodded to Sam, who then snapped a cord around Megan's
handcuffs and pulled her to a nearby building. This was a large
single story structure with three doorways and windows covered
with folding metal shutters. Sam led Megan to the door on the
left side of the building, pressed a code on the key pad lock and
shoved her in.

Megan found herself standing in a medium sized bathroom. There
was a toilet and sink, a metal bathtub with a funny looking hose
thing draped over the edge, and a shower stall. There were two
hoses connected to the shower nozzle, the kinds people used to
give themselves hand baths. There were two rings in the floor
with plastic ankle cuffs attached to short rubber coated chains.
Longer chains dangled from the ceiling with plastic manacles
dangling from their ends. A small stool stood beneath them.

Sam unsnapped the cuffs. Megan's hands automatically flew to her
crotch. Hands at your sides, Megan, Sam firmly pulled them to her
hips. At all times, he added. Now do you need to go to the
toilet?

Megan nodded slowly, but stood stock still. Oh, don't worry, I
won't look, Sam grinned. He was an ardent pedo, but scat and
water sports repelled him. Do you need to pee, or go pooh, or
both?

I need to go tinkle, Megan blushed furiously at the little baby
word, but it was the only thing she could think of it at the
time.

Well, in that case you will need to it in this. Sam pulled a
plastic bag out of his pocket. Spread your legs a bit. The bag
had a little straw in it. Sam carefully pushed the straw into
Megan's pee-pee hole and attached the bag to her vulva with a bit
of tape. He then went to end of the room and turned his back.
Sighing Megan sat down on the toilet and filled the little bag.
I'm done, Mister Sam, she called.

OK, go stand on that stool and put your arms over your head. Sam
attached the manacles to her wrists and then removed the bag. I
gotta take this to the lab. Now, I know you aren't't going
anywhere, but the rule is that little slaves needed to be secured
before being left alone. Since you don't have your tracing chips
in yet, that means you'll needed to be tied up. Be back in a
minute. When he returned he untied her and led her over to the
bathtub. I want you to lean over it and shove your little rear
up, he ordered. Megan wanted to protest, but she knew it wouldn't
do any good. She bent down over the tub. A moment later she felt
something cold and slimy being smeared over her anus. Hey what
are you doing? Stop that it! OW! Sam slapped her buttocks hard.
Better not use that tone around Mr. Don, he warned, or he'll whip
you from top to bottom. Megan felt something hard pressing into
her anal canal. She screamed and tried to wriggle out of it, but
Sam held her down and the thing went deeper into her.

We need to clean you good, both inside and out, he explained. Now
I want you to stop wriggling this instant, or I'll whip you.

Megan whimpered as the water started sloshing inside her. Soon
her whimpers turned to screams as the force of the water started
giving her agonizing stomaching cramps. I gotta go! I gotta go!
Please Mister Sam!

There, there, Sam stroked her silky blond hair, just a little bit
more. He reached around to stroke her tiny nipples. This felt
good, but it wasn't enough to cancel the cramps.

All done. Now Megan I want you to hold your ass really tight for
just a moment, so I can stick a plug into it. If you don't I'm
going to take you outside and nail you to a cross. I mean it,
I'll crucify you.

The terrified seven year old made a heroic effort. Fortunately it
only required a few seconds. Sam got the butt plug securely in
the nick of time.

Can you count to three hundred, he asked.

Megan blinked at the crazy question. Of course, but why?

Just do it. When you get to 300, I'll take the plug out and you
can go to the toilet.

One, two, three, Megan started counting as fast as she could.
Slow down, Megan, Sam commanded. Do it this way: One, one
thousand, two one thousand.

Four one thousand, Megan stubbornly began where she had been
interrupted. Five one thousand, six one thousand . . .

By the time she reached sixty Megan was sobbing out the count.
Sixty one, one thousand, ow, sixty two one, thousand ow! At one
hundred she was pleading. Please Mister Sam, let me go, it hurts
too much.

Just try to hold it a bit longer. If you can't we'll have to do
it a second time which will make Mr. Don real mad at you. I don't
think you'll want that. Megan grimaced and continued to count.
But at the half way point the agony in her bowels was too much
for her to stand. She started bawling. Sam warned her that this
meant she would be severely punished, but Megan just kept on
crying. Sam shrugged and text-messaged his boss. Don responded
immediately. "ASTDR 30/15." Sam looked at his watch. Enough time
had passed for the enema to do its work. He carried Megan over to
the toilet and pulled out her butt plug. Megan grimaced and
started emptying her bowels. This took nearly five minutes. When
she was done Sam thoroughly wiped her little ass and marched her
into the shower. He was just about to tie her up again when his
cell phone buzzed.

Sam, something has come up. I need to teleconference with the
Hong Kong and Zurich offices right away.

How long do you expect this to take, sir?

Dunno. Could be an hour, could be two. How's Megan doing now?

Sam looked at nude little blond standing docilely in the shower.
I think she's feeling a little better now.

"Well, after you're done in there, why don't you take her into
one of the bedrooms and entertain her till we're ready for her
exam.

Sam grinned wolfishly. Any limits?

AP&P, Sam. And I do want to take her cherry myself. But as to the
rest, I leave it your skilled hands and, Don chuckled, other
attributes. Oh, and Sam, try to tire her out. I want a good base
line for the tests.

Yes sir! Sam responded enthusiastically.

He holstered his phone and put Megan on the stool. Swiftly he
pulled her arms over her head and snapped the manacles around her
wrists. He lowered the chains a bit and then removed the stool,
leaving Megan standing on her tiptoes. He pulled her ankles
toward the rings on the floor and hooked the cuffs around them.
He pulled a pair of goggles out of his pocket and snapped them on
Megan. "This is to keep the shampoo out of your eyes," he
explained.

"But Mister Sam, I can't see!" Megan wailed. The goggles were
opaque. "That's part of the fun," Sam replied, turning on the
water. He wet Megan's silky blond hair thoroughly and shampooed
her. After rinsing the shampoo off, he applied liquid soap all
over her, rubbing it with a soft washcloth, paying particular
attention to her nipples, anus and vulva. Despite her terror and
the uncomfortable strain on her arms and legs Megan felt a
familiar tingly feeling as Sam caressed her sensitive spots. It
was almost like when Daddy used to wash her. Only the feelings
now were much stronger. She swayed a little bit and moaned softly
while Sam's fingers danced deftly over her nipples and cunny. Sam
felt the little girl sway against his hands. She was getting
aroused. Good, he thought. Let's see how she goes for this. He
put the washrag down and picked up the shower massager. Adjusting
the setting to pulse he started moving it up and down her back
and chest. Then he put it between her legs and held it there for
a few seconds. Megan's head went back and her legs and arms
started trembling. Sam played with her a bit, stroking her tiny
vulva with the massager for few seconds, then withdrawing it. He
kept doing this till he saw the little girl start to pant. "Sorry
about this," he muttered, switching the water off, "but fun time
is over for now." He went out and opened a small closet. From it
he selected a short plastic whip and battery powered electric
shock device. He put this down on the floor by Megan's feet and
removed her goggles.

"OK, Megan, you need to understand that when we tell you do to
something you better do it, or there'll be consequences." Sam
snapped the whip against his palm. "You're now going get Standard
Punishment Number 1. Thirty lashes, plus fifteen minutes of
electric shock. That's for one demerit. Get two demerits and the
punishment is doubled. Three and it's tripled, and so on. But,"
Sam smiled, "if you're one of our good girls after being punished
we will make you feel real good. Would you like that?"

Tearfully, Megan nodded.

"Then we'll try to get this over as quickly as possible." Sam
knelt and slid open the top of the shocker. He pulled several
wires out. He wrapped two around Megan's big toes and attached
another to her clit with surgical tape. He didn't want to use
clamps—the electricity would be painful enough. He taped another
pair to her nipples, adjusted the settings on the shocker and
switched it on.

Megan's mouth flew open, but she couldn't scream. All her muscles
went rigid as the current flowed through her. Sam got behind and
snapped the whip sharply across her skinny shoulders. Sam whipped
her again, a bit lower this time, then whipped her shoulders once
more. Meanwhile Megan jerked back and forth as the shocker
automatically increased its intensity. Again and again the whip
slashed against her slender back. Sam wasn't doing this very
hard, but he was a very powerful man and each lash stung. After
giving her back ten lashes, Sam gave her a short break, before
moving on to his next target. Normally the 30 lashes would be
distributed in batches of five, covering the child's back,
buttocks, legs, nipples and cunny, but the Sam didn't want to
bruise her sexy parts yet. For now he had something quite
different in mind.

To that end he made a slight adjustment to the setting. To
Megan's astonishment the current started feeling good now. It
still hurt, but in addition to the pain something was making her
nipples and clit tingle once more. Sam allowed her a minute or
two of semi-pleasurable feelings, then gave her two vicious blows
across her small buttocks. Sam quickened the pace of the whipping
now, smacking Megan from butt to calves and total of twenty
times. He tossed the whip away and made another adjustment in the
shocker's setting. For the final part of her punishment Megan
would get one minute of extreme pain, followed by another minute
of intense pleasure. It was quite possible that the combination
would be sufficient to give her an orgasm, perhaps more than one.
Sure enough after the third set Megan's small hips and tummy
started flexing up and down. Looking closely Sam saw a tiny
trickle of little girl juice dribble from the child's tiny
vagina. Not wanting her to orgasm quite yet, he dialed down the
current a little, keeping her just on the edge. A moment later
Megan's blissful expression changed into a mask of agony as high
intensity current tortured her small body.

When the shocker buzzed, signaling the end of the punishment, Sam
removed the wires and undid the restraints. He picked Megan up
and nuzzled her. "Now we're going to another room where I'm going
to make you feel real, real nice. When we're done, you'll get a
quick medical exam and then we need to give you some special
tests."

He carried her into a small bedroom and laid her down on the
floor. Megan squeezed her eyes shut, wanting this terrible
horrible very bad day to just go away. Sam undressed then got on
the floor next to the little girl.

"I want you to lift of your legs and hold them wide apart," he
ordered her. "You don't want to get a second demerit, do you
Megan?" he warned her after she hesitated a second. Megan brought
her little legs up and rolled backward a little, putting her
hands on her rear to steady her. Sam put his head between her
legs and started gently kissing the tiny folds. Megan sighed and
let her legs drop to the floor. Sam got the tip of his tongue
into Megan's vagina and darted it in and out like a python
hunting a fine juicy rat. Megan moaned softly, then louder. Sam
felt her tiny thighs tremble. He raised his chin to bring his
lips over her little clitoris which was now standing hard out of
its hood. He got his lips over her clit and sucked it up into his
mouth, gave it a quick lap, then buried his tongue in Megan's
vagina again. "Ohhhhh!" Megan sighed, the walls of her little
vagina beginning to squeeze against the hot soft thing inside
her. Sam felt the little girl's narrow hips bump into his face.
He pulled his tongue out of her and got his lips over her pulsing
clit. He sucked it hard for moment, released it, then gobbled it
again.

Megan crunched up her little face. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, UHHH!"
her breathing came out in short rapid moans. The exciting
feelings she had felt earlier, in the car and when she was being
punished were back even stronger now. Vaguely she felt her little
hips arch up from the floor as a tsunami of hot white pleasure
swept over her.

Sam pulled his face away from Megan's cunt as she convulsed in
her first ever orgasm. It was, as he expected, a very strong one.
Megan kicked her legs high in the air, feet waving wildly. Her
tiny nipples pricked up from her flushed gleaming chest. Her head
was thrown back and her eyes were tightly closed. She cried out
with each spasm and twist.

"UHH! UUHHHH! UHHHHH! UUHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The instant Megan's orgasm subsided Sam started molesting her
again. Tonguing her vagina and clit, he reached out to squeeze
her tiny nipples. He felt her tiny heart pounding fiercely as he
lapped the hairless cunny from clit to vagina over and over
again. Megan jammed her cunny into Sam's face. She went up on her
shoulders and heels screaming as an even more powerful orgasm hit
her.

UHHHHHAAOWWW UHHNNU HNUUHH NUUH AHHHHHH!! AHHHHH UHHHHH!"

Megan flopped down on the floor, her head lolling to one side. It
was nearly her bed time and she was exhausted. Sam spread her
legs and went into a push up position over her. He pressed the
tip of his dick against her slit and started rubbing. After a
minute or so the barely conscious little girl started moving
again. She brought her little hands up to her thighs, trying to
get her fingers on her clit. Sam's huge penis blocked her. He
probed her vagina till the tip of his penis pushed it open,
pulled it out and rubbed it a few times across her clit. Megan
sighed, a blissful expression on her face. Sam got a bit more of
his dick up into her, then masturbated her clit with it some
more. Getting a bit uncomfortable from hanging over her, he
decided to put her on the bed. He picked her up and put her on it
with her legs dangling over the edge. He knelt down and put his
mouth her cunt.

Megan was very sleepy. The big spasmy feeling she had gotten,
orgasms which is what they were called, were beyond fantastic.
She wanted to get them more and more but her body was too
tuckered to let them come again. Or so she thought. She felt
something wet and hot pressing against her cunny. She realized
that Sam was licking her again.

"M—m—more," she croaked lifting her legs slightly. Sam thrust her
legs over his shoulders and really went to town on his moist
little crack. Within minutes he had her screaming at the top of
her lungs while her tiny feet drummed his shoulders. Relentless,
he sucked her to fourth orgasm, then a fifth one.

Sam stood up, grabbed Megan's legs and pulled them even wider
apart. Megan lay spread-eagled, slack as a ragdoll. Sam slowly
rubbed his penis against her slit. Megan started moaning and
quivering as the man's heavy cock caressed her tiny clit.
Sam kept masturbating against Megan's clit till he felt her
little girl moisture flowing. He moved back, lined his dick
carefully to her tiny hole and slowly started shoving it in. He
managed to get about an inch or so into her when the tip of his
dick contacted her hymen. Mindful of his boss's instructions he
pulled out a bit then slowly shoved it back in. Megan smiled
blissfully. She was on the brink of yet another orgasm when the
door flew open. "Drat!" Sam said, using somewhat more colorful
terminology.

"Having fun?" Don asked nastily. He did not look pleased. "Come
on let's get the little doll checked out and ready for the tests.

"It's getting late sir. Don't you think we ought to let her get
some sleep."

Don snorted. "She'll live. I've got a major event planned for the
day after tomorrow and I want Megan to ready for it."

Sam pulled out of Megan, picked her up and followed Don to the
examining room. Megan was placed on a table, the standard
automated pediatric model that her doctor used. . Don and Sam
wrapped rubber cuffs around her arms and legs and taped sensor
nodes to her chest and head. There was a slight whirring sound.
Megan glanced up and saw two stirrup cups rising out the table.
Sam put her feet in them and strapped her ankles to them with
Velcro straps. Don then reached over, pulled her pussy apart and
pushed something cold into her vagina. Another cold thing went
into her anus. "Hold still," he snapped, pulling her clit out of
its hood. Megan winced as something with sharp points went over
her tiny clitoris. Two more sharp things went on her aspirin
tablet sized nipples. The table was then switched on.

Megan closed her eyes and took deep breaths as the table checked
her out. It would start by listening to her heart and lungs, then
it would quickly scan her brain and nervous system (Megan's
doctor had explained all this when she started kindergarten.)
Next the cuffs on her legs inflated. Tiny needles inside them
drew a few cubic centimeters of blood which the table quickly
analyzed. They removed the cuffs and Don inserted a speculum into
her vagina.

"You do good work Sam," he smiled, "she's still intact, "nice and
tight, too." Megan shuddered and twisted her face in pain from
Don's fingering of her vagina. "You're a pretty big girl for your
age, Megan," Don told her as he removed the cuffs from her arms
and legs. "In fact you're a bit bigger than some nine and ten
year olds. From that and the tests we just run it looks like you
may be starting puberty pretty soon, maybe in another half a year
or so. Well, we can't have that, can we?"

Megan wasn't so sure. "What's puberty?" She thought she knew, but
wasn't sure.

"It's when you get boobs and hair over your cunny. Yech!" Sam
made a face. Megan giggled, forgetting for a moment that she was
naked and helpless with two large men who had molested and
tortured her all day.

"What we're going to now is to give you some shots. Only we're
not going do it the regular way. Instead we're going to use these
things." Don held up a clear cylinder with a long very sharp
looking needle at one end. "This is a hypodermic needle—it's what
doctors used to give people shots a hundred years ago. Do you
want to know why we're going to use it?"

Megan didn't need three guesses. "Because you want to hurt me!"
She wailed. "WHY?"

Don waited for her to calm down a little, then went on. "It's one
of our rules. You've just had a lot of pleasure from Sam, haven't
you?" Reluctantly Megan nodded. "You'd like more wouldn't you?"
This time the nod came faster. "Well, in a little bit we're going
to give you even more of those nice feelings, bigger and even
better than before. But you're going to have to pay for this with
some pain. It's what we call the P&P rule—pain and pleasure. You
get some pleasure—an orgasm or two—but afterwards you get a
whipping or some other torture."

"That rule applies to us too," Sam chimed in. "Whenever we hurt
you we need to make you feel good later."

"Not always." Don held up two fingers. "First, it doesn't count
if we have to punish you. Second, it only applies if you're one
of our privileged girls."

"What are those?" Again Megan had a pretty good idea from the
last scene of Amber's movie, but she wanted to be sure.

"Those are little girls who really enjoy having sex with
grown-ups. That means all kinds of sex, especially fucking.
That's when we stick our big dicks in all your little holes.
Girls who don't like being fucked can be tortured whenever we
feel like it. That usually includes being nailed up on a cross,
like those girls you saw when came." Don brought out five cases
and laid them on the table. "Secure her, Sam," he ordered. Sam
pulled Megan's arms back and tied them tightly to the edge of the
table.

Don opened one of the cases and held it in front of Megan's face.
"You're going to get a series of five injections, now Megan. Each
will be given in four different parts of your body. Two will go
in your nipples, one in your clitoris and the last one goes in
your vagina. Each contains a special group of nanochips which are
programmed to do certain things in your body.

"This set is simply for identifying you as my property." Don
placed the tip of the first needle next to Megan's left nipple.
"It also contains locator chip, so we'll always know where you
are." He slowly pressed it into the screaming child's dime sized
nipple. He held it in for ten seconds as Megan thrashed against
her bonds in a vain effort to escape the agonizing pain. Don
stuck her other nipple, then shoved the third needle deep into
her clitoris.

Megan thought she was going to die, the pain was sooo baad! And
there were four more sets to go as Don reminded her after pulling
the last needle out of her vagina.

"This is designed to keep you nice and pretty," he told her
holding up the anti- puberty injections. "You'll need to get this
every six months of so. And I'm afraid we'll have to keep each
needle in you a bit longer than the first set." This time Don
started with Megan's vagina and worked his way up. Each shot
lasted nearly a minute.

"You'll like this set a lot," Don said applying a new needle to
Megan's right nipple. "When the chip is turned on it will make
you feel very sexy and will make sex feel even better. We call it
the reward chip.

"This, on the other hand," he waved the next set in front her,
"is a punishment set. It will go off automatically if the locator
chip shows that you are outside the property a certain distance,
or if you are trying to hide some place. We can also use it to
make any torture even worse." Again the sadistic man took his
time driving the cruel needles into Megan's abused body.

"Tah-dah" Don held up the last set, "the most important one of
all! You know what this does?" He looked down at the little girl,
her face scrunched up in pain. "Well I'm not telling! It's big
surprise. But we gotta put all four in at the same time and then
hold them in for a while." Each man pierced one of Megan's
nipples with a hypo. Don forced the other two into her clit and
vagina. They kept the needles in for over two minutes as Megan
convulsed in agony, banging her little fists and heels against
the table.

Finally the removed the syringes and swabbed the sobbing child's
nipples and clit.

"What next, sir? Sam asked.

Don stroked his chin. "Let me thing it over for a bit."