ENSLAVING MEGAN

BY IAGO

Part 5

Testing Testing

Sam shook Megan awake just after 11:00 the next morning. The
little girl took one look at him and curled into a ball. She
ached all over. Her arms and legs were still sore from the
crucifixion, while her tiny vagina and anus burned from the
repeated rapes. Sam didn't bother coaxing her out of bed. He
picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. There he shoved
her face down over the bathtub and gave her another enema.
Nothing much came out this time, mainly some blood mixed with
their semen. Sam switched on the nano healers inside Megan's anus
and vagina to take of the residual damage from the rapes. He then
hung her up in the shower and washed her down with blasts of ice
cold water. He took down, then tossed her a small terry cloth
robe. Megan dove into gratefully, it was the first time she had
something to wear since she had gotten out of school.

"Come on, it's time for some breakfast."

Megan looked down at her bare feet. "I'm not hungry," She whined.
"Fine," Sam said curtly. "Instead of breakfast you can get a
whipping. Sixty lashes this time , including ten hard ones across
your cunny. Your choice, Megan."

"If you whip me, don't you have to make me feel good afterwards?"
For some reason Megan was starting to feel a little sassy.

"Nope, not if you're being punished. Which you will be if you
don't get a move on."

"Oh, all right." Megan padded after Sam to a room next to the one
where they had injected her. Sam gave her a drink like a
chocolate milk shake and small candy bar. Needless to say Megan
was actually extremely hungry, so she wolfed down both in Olympic
record time. She asked for a second one and Sam gave her, this
one strawberry flavored. Besides being highly nutritious the
drinks contained a very mild stress inhibitor. So Megan was
feeling slightly more cheerful when Sam took her back into the
exam room.

Don was waiting for them standing by two new pieces of equipment.
The first was basically a bed with straps dangling from each
corner.

Built into one side was a console with three long rubber tubes
sticking out of it. Each ended with a little suction cup, two
round and flat, the other shaped like a little cone. Megan had a
pretty good notion where these would go. She snaked her hands
into the robe and fondled her little clit and nipples briefly.
Then she took a closer look at the other object. There was
another console at the foot of bed. Two long penis shaped rods
stuck out from it.

This was a great deal more sinister. It was a split open
transparent cylinder, with the top half resting on hinges next to
the bottom half. A black helmet rested on the top end next to
what Megan recognized as monitor they used in hospitals to keep
track of heartbeats and other important things going on in your
body.

Sam and Don were busy talking so Megan went up to the cylinder
for closer look. Both halves were lined with thousands of tiny
needles. Megan reached in to feel. She jerked her hand back real
fast. The needles were not just razor sharp; they felt red hot
too.

Even Megan's seven year old mind knew it was useless to try to
run away. Nonetheless, she was about to try when Sam took her
firmly by the shoulders and steered over to the bed thing.

"Strip her," Don ordered. Sam pulled Megan's robe off and plunked
her down on the bed. He yanked her arms and legs wide apart and
secured them with the straps. There was a lot of give in these
and they didn't chafe her wrists and ankles. Megan closed her
eyes and waited for the next step. As she thought, this involved
putting the suction cup thingies on her nipples and clit while
the two penis rods were inserted into her anus and vagina. They
were similar to the probes they had used on her yesterday in the
car, but were a good deal more comfortable. Or maybe she was just
getting used to having things stuck up her private parts.

"Comfy, Megan?" Don asked.

"Sort of. My nose itches."

"It always does when you're tied up, doesn't it," Don leaned over
and scratched it. "This test has three parts," he explained. "The
first part is to find out how many orgasms you can have in an
hour naturally, that is without the help from those special
machines we injected into you yesterday."

"The reward things," Megan reminded him.

"Good on you!" Don poked her cheek. "Next we turn the reward
machines on and see how many orgasms you'll have with those
working. Now the last part won't be as much fun, but it won't
hurt either. We're going to turn on a second of machines, the
ones we call the inhibitors.

These are going to keep you from reaching orgasm, no matter how
hard you're stimulated. This will go on for at least an hour,
possibly longer. After that we'll keep them working on you till
you say the magic words. Do you think you know what they are?"

Megan thought for a moment. "Fuck me?" she offered.

"Smart girl," Don grinned. "Ok, Sam, switch 'em on."

Megan took a deep breath and held it as a soft buzzing sound
filled the room. A second later she felt a slight tingling
sensation in her nipples, followed immediately by a gentle
squeeze on her clitoris.

Megan exhaled then took another deep breath as the pressure
changed into a rhythmic kneading. She felt her hips start to move
as her clitoris hardened under the steady massage. Now her
nipples were being sucked and kissed and stroked and petted.
Further down the penis things were expanding gently but
irresistibly into her vagina and anus. The buzzing got louder
followed immediately by a marked increase in the intensity of the
feelings. Now it was far more than a massage. All the nerves in
her nipples and clitoris were being excited by millions of
feathery kisses. The probes in her vagina and anus were moving in
and out faster and faster. Megan moaned as her vagina and anus
clamped down hard on them. Within seconds Megan was panting, her
head swaying back and forth on the bed. The now very familiar
feeling of impending orgasm was started to build up in her once
more. This time though she knew it would be even better than the
ones she had before. 'You know, a tiny voice in the back of her
mind warned her, 'they're really going hurt you for feeling this
good,' but the rest of her shouted back 'I DON'T CARE! IT FEELS
SOOOO GOOOD!' Despite having raped Megan repeatedly yesterday,
Sam and Don were hard pressed not to shoot their loads all over
the little girl as they watched her thrashing and screaming.

"AHHAHHUUUUHAHHHAHA! AHHUUUUUGAHHHHH! AHHHOOHAHHHHHHOUUHAH!"
Megan's arms and legs flew in all directions, stretching the
flexible straps to their limits. Seconds after the first orgasm
swept through her another one hit her. A minute later she
screamed in a third orgasm. Then a fourth orgasm, then a fifth
orgasm. In the first ten minutes of the test Megan had nine
orgasms. Of course the rate slowed down after this burst, but
Megan ended up with a total of 29 tremendous orgasms. She knew
now that she would give anything, anything, to get more.

"Are you going to torture me now?" she asked as Sam and Don
adjusted the probes and contacts.

"No, Megan, we still have the other parts of the test to run,"
Don explained as he reset the nipple contacts.

"Oh. I forgot. " Megan was vaguely disappointed. She was starting
to hope that they would do something really mean to her next, so
that she would get even more and better orgasms afterward. She
was about to tell them this when Don switched on her internal sex
stimulators.

Megan gasped as the micro machines switched on all the pleasure
receptors in her clit, nipples, vagina and anus. She had never in
her very short life ever felt so horny. "OHHANOOO!" she moaned in
total frustration as she tried to start rubbing her cunt against
the contacts. Her nipples were totally on fire, but even she
realized that they were out of reach. Still she humped her chest
and hips in a vain effort to relieve the now unbearable sexual
tension.

Don watched the little girl swinging her beautiful blond head
from side to side. He was looking forward to next stage of the
test when they would sexually torture Megan with hours of orgasm
denial. Just for a foretaste he ordered Sam not to turn the
stimulator on for five minutes. The little girl's system would
need at least that much downtime anyway.

Megan didn't think so. She tossed and turned like a fever victim.
Tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead. A thin trickle of
vaginal lubricant leaked from her slit, considerably more than
normal for so young a girl.

Don watched in delight. He knew Megan was on the verge of turning
into a first class little sex slave. Give a little kid some
orgasms and before you knew it they'd go through hell to get
more. And, of course, that's where they were going to send Megan
during their last test. Don glanced at his watch. It was time to
give her some relief. Sam switched the stimulators on to full.
Megan screamed and arched up from the bed, her small heels and
fists frantically hammering the bed. Her face and torso turned
bright scarlet and her hips and stomach heaved wildly.
"AHUUAAAHHA AHHHA!" she screamed as one orgasm after another—at
least six, possibly as many as ten—hit her in rapid succession.
After a minute and half of frantic convulsions she sank back on
to the bed, her skinny ribs pumping hard in her effort to catch
her breath. Three minutes later she was convulsing in the grip of
yet more multiple orgasms. After a somewhat longer rest the
machine brought her to an even more massive set of climaxes, at
one point giving her three sets of multiple orgasms in less than
two minutes. After this the pace slowed somewhat with Megan
getting multiple orgasms once every four or five minutes or so.

Megan was still reaching one orgasm after another when they
decided to end the test. They took her off the bed, cleaned her
up, gave her another milkshake and candy bar and put fresh linen
on the bed. They tied her to the bed more firmly this time,
reattached contacts to her nipples and clitoris and reinserted
the vaginal and anal probes. Don reset the stimulator and Sam
activated the suppressor nanos implanted in the little girl.

"We're going to start now, Megan, we'll take it nice and slow to
begin with," Don smiled and turned the machine on.

Megan gritted her teeth then sighed and relaxed as the splendid
sensations started flowing again into her sensitive spots. They
were coming slower this time, pulsing in concentrated bursts of
pleasure, each just strong enough to awaken her sexual hunger,
but not strong enough to fill it. Gradually the pulsing got more
intense. Megan stirred a little as the feelings in her clit and
nipples got stronger and stronger. She closed her eyes waiting
for the climax to sweep through her once more. But it never
happened. It was like the time in the car when they didn't let
her have an orgasm, only this time it was so much worse. After
all then she had never had an orgasm, so she really didn't know
how great it felt. Now though she couldn't wait to get one. But
that wasn't to be.

Again and again the tension built up in her clit and nipples, but
the instant she thought it would bring over the edge, something
stopped it. It was as if all her nerves were being switched on
and off. "Ahhh…phhh AHH….NOO! NOO! NOO!" Megan screamed and
screamed as the frustrating cycle repeated over and over and over
again. Sweat glistened all over her soaking the bed. She was so
wet with it that she barely noticed the hot sticky liquid falling
on her chest and stomach.

Watching the beautiful blond little girl being slowly tortured
was too much for Don and Sam. They stood over her and masturbated
excitedly, covering the tortured child with their hot cum.

"Oh dear!" Don slapped his cheek, "I'm afraid we won't be able to
fuck you for a while, Megan. That means you'll have to wait a
little while longer before you can get some orgasms. Sorry!"

"NOO!" Megan thrashed frantically in a vain effort to force
herself to have an orgasm. "FUCK ME! PLEASE FUCK ME! FUCK
MEEEEE!"

"But Megan, dear, we can't do that yet," Don wiped sweat and
tears from Megan's scarlet face. "Just a little while longer. .
."

"NO OHHH! AH AH CAN'T STAND IT!" Megan wept, "PULEEZE FUCK ME
NOW." Don just grinned and increased the intensity of the
vaginal, clitoral and nipple stimulations, while Sam made sure
the orgasm inhibitors kept pace. Megan shrieked "FUCK ME! FUCK
ME!" at the top of her lungs for ten minutes when her voice gave
out and she could barely croak. They switched the stimulators off
for a couple minutes and gave her a long drink. Then they renewed
the torture at an even higher level. By this time Megan was
reaching the brink of orgasm at least once every fifteen seconds.
They tortured her for another twenty five minutes before giving
her an offer that she couldn't refuse. "Tell you what, Megan,"
Don told the hysterical child, "we still need to wait a while
before we can give you a good fucking, but in meanwhile we'll let
you have a few orgasms. But before we do you'll have to beg us to
torture you. All right?"

Megan stared wildly at the two men. She didn't want them to hurt
her, but her frantic need for an orgasm was overwhelming. Still
it took nearly five minutes of orgasm denial before she finally
gave in and started screaming "TORTURE ME! TORTURE ME! PLEASE
TORTURE ME!" Sam and Don removed the stimulator contacts,
replacing them with electrodes which they attached to her
nipples, clit and labia. Megan shuddered in a mini orgasm as the
sharp tooth clamps bit into her sensitive spots. Expecting this
Don switched the inhibitors on briefly as Sam raped the little
girl's vagina and anus with two shock prods. The final step was
taping two small rubber balls in each of Megan's fists.

"OK, here's the deal, Megs," Don explained. "We're going to
switch the current on now, You'll be shocked as long as you hold
on to the balls; if the pain gets too bad you can stop it by
releasing them. But in order to have an orgasm you'll need to
hang on to them for five minutes. If you can hold on for ten
minutes you'll get two and so on. Ready?"

Megan barely nodded when a stream of liquid fire swept her up
from the bed. She was shocked for three minutes before she
remembered the balls. But the moment she relaxed her hand around
one of the she suddenly realized that would keep her from
cumming. So she gritted her teeth and hung on for dear life as
the current tormented her. Every so often she vaguely heard Don
order Sam to "dial her up another notch" The shocks were hitting
her harder and harder, driving her up from the bed, every muscle
snapping in agony. In a way this made it a bit easier to keep her
grip on the balls, the pain was simply paralyzing. They may have
realized this for soon there was a subtle shift in the current.
Now instead of jolts there came millions of tiny white hot
needles focusing on her nipples and clitoris. The pain would get
so bad that Megan thought she wouldn't be able to stand another
second of it, but then just as she was about to let go it went
down a bit. Or at least it seemed to. But just as she seemed to
be getting used to it, a fresh level of torment poured through
her. The shocks kicked her up from the bed, freezing her in an
arch of agony followed immediately by millions of spears through
her clit and nipples.

"AYHEEEEEEEEE!" she howled, "I CAN'T STAND AYIEEEEEETTTTTT!"
"AYEEEEEEEEEE! AYEEEEEE!"

Suddenly the pain vanished and Sam was removing the electrodes.

"Eleven minutes and twenty five seconds," Don announced. "You've
just earned two good orgasms, Megan." Sam smeared some soothing
salve on nipples and clit, then applied a vibrator to them. He
tantalized Megan's nipples for a few moments , eliciting squeals
of protest.

"PUT IT DOWN THERE SAM! DOWN THERE!" "Down where," Sam teased,
slowly drawing the vibrator over her heaving ribs and stomach.
"Here?" he placed the vibrator just above her vulva. Megan
thrashed in frustration. "NO, NO!" "Or here?" He placed it
directly on her clit, set on very low power.

"YES! YES!" Megan screamed. "MORE! MORE!" Slowly Sam increased
the vibrator's setting till Megan's legs and arms were flying up
from the bed and Etorrents of little girl juice poured from her
vagina. He glanced at Don who nodded, then turned the vibrator up
all the way. Megan screamed again, then thrust up from the bed on
her heels and fists, quivered for a few seconds than fell back as
the orgasm passed through her. Before she could catch her breath
Sam thrust the vibrator into her vagina, held it there for a
second, then pulled it out. It just took a half dozen strokes to
fuck her to a second powerful orgasm. "Well, Megan, I bet you're
ready for a good fucking now, with lots of nice orgasms," Don
teased her hair.

"Oh, yes, please," Megan whispered.

"Well, I'm afraid we're just going to see if you really want us
to fuck you." He signaled to Sam who put the stimulator nodes
back on the shrieking little girl. Megan was tortured to the
point of orgasm for another ten minutes when Don gave her another
offer.

"We're almost ready to fuck you, but we need just a little more
resting time. Tell you what, I'll let you have five more orgasms
provided you do two little things."

"What now?" Megan looked apprehensively at the man.

"First, you have to ask us to whip you, really hard. Second, you
need not to say this special word," Don whispered it in her ear,
"till we're done whipping you. You'll be given fifty lashes. For
every ten you get without saying the word we'll let you have one
orgasm. Deal?" "Deal," Megan agreed reluctantly. She closed her
eyes and waited for the things on her clit and nipples to drive
her crazy again. This time it only took five minutes for her to
start screaming frantically "WHIP ME! WHIP ME!"

They took her off the bed and brought over to swing set Sam had
just set up in the corner of the room. Sam told her to lie down
on the floor. He then picked her up by her legs and hung her
upside from the swing set's cross bar, pulling her feet apart so
she was dangling in a Y shape. He tied her feet to each end of
the bar. Megan swayed slightly, eyes tightly closed, waiting for
the first blow. It came like a thunderbolt across her shoulders.
The pain was s tremendous for a moment she couldn't even breath.
The force of the blow sent her swaying toward Don, who stood
waiting with a short plastic whip in his hand. "Two," he yelled
striking down on the small girl's chest. Megan shrieked, Don's
whip had caught her nipples. "THREE!" Sam shouted, lashing
Megan's back again, "FOUR!" Don replied, viciously whipping her
nipples and chest again. "FIVE!" Sam whipped her upper back,
drawing blood this time. "Had enough, Megan, ready to say the
secret word?" Sobbing Megan shook her head. "Good girl." They
picked up the pace now, each whipping the naked child's chest and
back simultaneously. When they had finished giving her ten lashes
each Don knelt down beside her. "You've just earned two more good
orgasms, Megan. Do you want to quit now, or do you want try for
all five?"

"I'll try," Megan whispered. Don patted her cheek and stood up.
This time the lashes came fast and furious on her buttocks,
thighs, calves and feet. "That's four orgasms, now Megan," Don
told her after the Sam had given her the fortieth lash. "The last
ten will be on your pussy. Do you want to quit now?" Megan was
nearly out her mind with pain. Each torture she had undergone
seemed to get worse and worse "No, no, no," she moaned, but
whether she meant she wanted them to keep whipping her or was
begging them to stop torturing her no one could tell. Needless to
say Don took the former interpretation.

"AYIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Don whipped her hard right on her tiny clit.

"AYIEEEEEEE!" Again right on her clit. A third lash to the clit,
then he gave her slight breaking by whipping the sides of her
vulva twice. Then two more lashes across her clit, followed by
one directly on her vagina's opening. Don whipped her clit hard
three more times, then had Sam take her down.

They had to switch on her internal pain killers before Sam was
able to masturbate her to five quick orgasms with the vibrator.
Then they retied her to the testing bed.

"OK we're just about ready now. We're going to give you ten more
minutes of orgasm denial . Then you had better remember to beg to
be fucked. Because if you don't yell fuck me, fuck me as loud as
you can, you're going to be crucified."

This as they say was no brainer. Megan started begging to be
fucked three minutes after three minutes. It took this long
because her clit and pussy lips were so sore after the whipping.
Her nipples weren't feeling too hot either. But soon the exciting
feelings were sweeping through her once more, only to retreat as
her small body approached orgasm. By the time the ten minutes
were up Megan had been tortured to the edge of orgasm nearly
forty more times.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" she screamed over and over again as
Don and Sam untied her. Don took her first, putting her legs over
his shoulders then driving deep into her cunt. He did it brutally
hard, forcing shrieks of pain and ecstasy from the tiny girl.
When he finished raping her that way he lay on his back and told
Megan to squat down on his still rampant cock. Grimacing a bit,
Megan put her little cunny over her owner's huge cock and slowly
and carefully slid down it. She got nearly all of it up her cunt
when she started bouncing up and down. Before long she was
fucking herself to one orgasm after another, a total of seven
before Don shot his load up her with such a violent spasm that he
nearly threw her off him. Sam grabbed her and put her on the
floor. He hovered over her in a push up position then started
stroking her pussy lips with his cock. Megan moaned softly the
opened her legs. Sam shoved his dick all the way up her now well
stretched little cunt. After fucking her to another half dozen
orgasms, Sam rolled Megan over on her back and entered her vagina
from the rear. Megan grunted as Sam's massive penis shoved in and
out of her vagina. Her small body was nearing its limit. She
wanted to get more orgasms, but she was just about ready to pass
out from exhaustion. Sam and Don didn't give a shit. They would
give Megan plenty of rest tomorrow, but today she was going to
learn that her body and soul belonged to them. When Sam finished
raping Megan, Don took over and put her back on the bed. He had
her lay on her side and got on the bed next to her. He pulled her
legs apart and slowly pushed his cock into her vagina.

Megan cried out in pain, her little cunny was too sore for more
fucking, she wailed. Don paid no attention, raping her hard and
giving her yet more orgasms. When he finished he made Megan go on
all fours on the bed. "Now we're going to fuck that sweet little
ass of yours."

He started slowly at first, gently pressing the head of his cock
into Megan's anus. Megan smiled as the friction in her rear
started giving her the now very familiar sensation of sexual
excitement. That feeling soon grew stronger, but it was now
accompanied by sharp pain as Don shoved his dick deeper into her
anus. The force of his fucking flattened her to the bed. As soon
as he felt himself spurting into her, he pulled his dick out of
her anus and shot the rest of his load over her skinny back and
buttocks. Sam quickly took his place, power fucking Megan as
though she was the last little piece of ass he would ever get.
After Sam sodomized her, Don pulled Megan's head and shoulders
over the edge of the bed and shoved an O ring into her mouth. As
he fucked her mouth, Sam got back on the bed, and drove deep into
her vagina. Megan fainted during this double fucking, due lack of
oxygen and sheer tiredness. They revived her and double raped her
again, this time with Don on the bed and Sam with his dick down
her throat. Megan didn't faint this time, Sam was a bit more
careful and made sure she got enough air when he throat fucked
her. This allowed her to reach orgasm four more times from Don's
hard fucking. By this time Megan was perfectly willing to be
fucked forever. She had never know such pleasure, even though it
was mixed with incredible pain. Don picked up the nano control
panel and made some adjustments. He wanted the next fucking to
hurt Megan as much as possible but he still wanted her to have
orgasms during it. He pulled Megan's legs apart and started
slowly torturing her with dick. Megan shrieked in agony as the
man's hard dick entered her tiny cunny. Don shoved his dick all
the way in, pulled it nearly completely out then shoved it deep
back in again. The child's tiny feet kicked weakly against the
man's massive thighs as he brutally raped her.

Tremendously excited by the child's helpless squirming Don was
still hard as a rock after he came inside the seven and half year
old. So he promptly raped her again. This time though Megan's
tortured screams had a slightly different tone. She was getting
orgasms once more, though they were coming much slower now. Don
raped Megan four more times. Megan had three orgasms during these
rapes, but after the last one she fainted with pain. Sam took
over and raped the unconscious little girl three times before the
combination of pain and sexual excitement awakened her. She had
three orgasms as Sam raped her a fourth time and two more during
his fifth rape. After coming three more time she fainted while
Sam finished raping her a sixth time. Don then raped her two more
times . When he was done, Sam, who was fifteen years younger and
in much better shape, raped Megan four more times. During each
rape Megan fainted from a combination of pain and the aftermath
of the intense orgasms they were giving her.

Finally they both had enough. "Do you want to clean her up
first," Sam panted, pointing to the semen and blood smeared
little girl.

"Don't bother. Let's get in her in the coffin and get this over
with." Don ordered.

Megan was unconscious after the final rape, so she didn't hear
what Don had called the thing they were putting her, the
transparent tube lined with needles they had shown her when they
brought her into the testing room hours ago. Quickly they dumped
her into the tube and slammed the lid closed. Except for her head
Megan's entire body was enclosed by the tube and every square
millimeter of it was now being pricked by a needle. Sam then
locked the helmet over her head. This was not to muffle her
screams—they enjoyed hearing that—but as a intrinsic part of the
final test. It was one that Don didn't particularly care for, but
it was one of the few things the law required him to do. Don had
a class A slave owners license, which allowed him to do almost
anything to his young chattels, with two exceptions. He could not
mutilate them and he could not kill them. Even an accidental
death would cause him immense trouble. And given the type of
treatment his slaves had to endure it was quite likely that would
result in loss of most of his property and possibly a prison
sentence. So to avoid this he had each of slaves injected with
special nano chip that provide near instantaneous cardiopulmonary
resuscitation if needed. But because these hadn't been completely
certified in North America, the government insisted that they be
tested after being given to a new child slave.

At first Don had simply crucified his new slave kids, keeping
them nailed to their crosses till they went into cardiac arrest.
The resurrection chip worked perfectly each time—a lot quicker
Sam observed then the original. But then a bureaucrat complained
that they weren't getting the right data parameters, so the JSB
insisted that he use a standardized test bed. He did manage to
get them to agree to his use of a metaphor helmet. That was the
latest thing in virtual reality equipment, though it in fact went
well beyond the standard tools. It would create vivid three
dimensional hallucinations produced by the tortured child's own
brain.

Megan was more frightened than she had ever been . She couldn't
move, she couldn't see, she couldn't hear and there millions of
really sharp needles sticking her all over. Even though this hurt
terribly she was pretty sure that this was just a tiny sample of
pain to come. She was right. Don fed the readings from Megan's
earlier torture and waited for the machine to calculate the level
of pain Megan would receive. The results were displayed in three
bar graphs. The first, in green, indicated the maximum level of
pain Megan had suffered during all the torture they had inflicted
on her from the moment they had kidnapped her. The red second bar
was a level fifty percent greater than this. The final bar, the
black one, was the lethal level. When the test reached that stage
Megan would almost certainly be tortured to death.

Don glanced at the vital signs display. The lines were jerking
all over the place clearly indicating the little girl's terror.
He smiled and raised his hand. "Five minutes on Green, Sam."

METAPHOR ONE

Megan was in Hell. Literally. A cloud of tiny demons swarmed all
over her. Each bore a tiny white hot pitchfork and each had a
long stinger, like a scorpion's, at the end of their tails. They
drove her down a path lined with razor sharp glass. Whenever she
tried to rest they would stab her all over with their pitchforks.
Then one clamped itself on her vulva and wrapped its stinger tail
around her clitoris. It stung her clit over and over again while
raping her vagina with his pitchfork. Two others clamped their
jaws over her nipples, gnawing and chewing them to the bone. They
flew off and Megan's nipples popped back on to her chest, only to
be devastated again by another pair of demons. The demon on her
crotch flew off and was replaced by three more. These rammed
themselves up her vagina stabbing and stinging it from one end to
another. When they tired of that game they wrapped themselves
around her clit biting and stinging it without mercy. Megan tried
to pull them off her, but she couldn't move her arms. She tried
to scream, but she couldn't open her mouth. She tried to drop to
the ground and roll herself in a little ball, but her legs
wouldn't obey her. All she could do is trudge steadily on, the
glass ripping her feet to shreds, the demons constantly
tormenting her. "Go to Red," Don ordered. Sam doubled the pain
intensity Megan was receiving. He checked her vital signs. They
were still fairly strong, but there was telltale irregularity in
her heartbeat now. Based on past experience it looked to Sam that
she had only a fifty-fifty chance of making it to black before
her heart gave out. He folded his arms and stared at the monitor.

After an eternity of agony Megan reached the end of the path. A
party of larger devils, about the size of fifth grade boys, were
waiting for her by an overhead conveyor belt. Some carried triple
strand barbed whips, other carried flaming torches. But each
displayed a club like phallus dripping with brimstone.

Megan stood before them, blond hair whipping in the hot sulfur
tainted wind, not a mark on her smoothly tanned flesh. Her tiny
slit was dry and closed like that of an unabused little girl. She
was virgin once more. She didn't know how she knew that, only she
knew it a was true. She wasn't quite sure what this meant, but
she had a vague notion that something soon was going to take this
away from her. She felt her arms and legs move till she was
standing spread-eagled before the boy sized devils.

Yelping with the high pitched tones of ten year old boys they
rushed Megan and dragged her over to two large pipes that were
mysteriously floating in the air nearby. They yanked her arms and
legs wide apart, pulling so hard that the little girl's sinews
nearly snapped.

Securing her wrists and ankles to the pipes with flaming barbed
wire they took their stations around the helpless naked little
girl. There was a loud rumbling sound and three of them walked up
to her. One stood between her legs, dripping cock pointed right
at her little hole. The second clambered underneath her and lay
on his back with his dick hovering over her anus. The third on
got on top off her and inserted the tip of his cock into her
mouth. For a moment they were motionless. There was a loud crack
and the three devils started to rape her. The one standing
between her legs began the rape by driving his grotesqu penis
into her second grader vagina. Megan suddenly remembered what it
was like to being raped for the first time, but this was far, far
worse. The cock sawing in her insides seemed lined with thorns
like a cactus. Its tip was spurting acid and molten sulfur into
her. Megan's shrieks of agony were cut short when the devil
sitting on her face shoved his phallus down her throat.

Immediately the third demon got into the act, brutally sodomizing
her. Again and again the three devils raped her, perhaps as many
as a hundred times each. They were replaced by another three and
then another three. Whenever one team finished Megan's holes
shrank back to normal and the membrane inside her grew back. When
they had their fill of raping the child they took her off the
pipes and hung by her wrists on the conveyor belt. As she moved
slowly past them each devil flogged her with his triple barbed
whip or burned her with his torch. When they got tired of doing
this they put her back between the pipes and gang raped her some
more. The cycle repeated three more times before the scene
shifted once more.

"She can't take too much more, sir," Sam reported. " She'll be
gone in a few minutes."

"Very well," Don replied. "Let's give her a few moments on
black." Megan was standing before Satan himself. She was mindless
with terror and utterly paralyzed. Satan came down from his
throne and lay down in front of her displaying a barbed phallus
as thick and long as one of Megan's legs. He gave a guttural
command. Megan immediately understood. Sobbing she straddled the
demon with her tiny cunt directly over his dick. Two mighty hands
grabbed her shoulders and forced her down on it. Satan bucked and
roared sending wave after wave of his acid hot cum into the
agonized little girl. He pulled her off him, grabbed her by the
hips and sodomized her. Completing this anal rape, he flipped her
around and forced his phallus down her throat. When he was done
raping her he picked her up her hair and plunged her into a vat
of liquid fire. He pulled her out and dangled her over the vat
for a moment. Megan was covered from head to toe with bright red
flames, though there was no physical sign of burning. That didn't
matter of course, for she certainly felt it. Satan plunged her
into the vat again, and then again. When he did it the fourth
time suddenly everything went black.

"She's flat lining, sir!" Sam shouted. "She's going into cardiac
arrest. Yes, her heart is stoped."

"Initiate the resurrection protocol," Don ordered.

Frantically Sam stabbed the buttons which caused the needles to
retract from Megan's body. All but one, which was poised over her
chest ready to administer adrenal directly into her heart.

"Starting count down now," Don said calmly. "Ten, nine, eight,
seven,. . ." "R probes are activating," Sam announced, "pulse is
detected. Normal cardiac rhythms established and holding." He
studied the displays for a moment.

"She'll need a bit of rest if you want to continue the test,
sir." Don shrugged. That was par for the course. "How long", he
asked. Sam asked the machine. "About three minutes," he replied.
"Acceptable. This time we'll start her on Red." He looked the
metaphor helmet brain activity display. "I do believe the little
darling is in a new scenario. I trust it will be entertaining.

METAPHOR TWO

The legates had assembled all the slaves in the court yard. Their
master had been found dead, stabbed, not two hours ago. The
senior legate was quite sure that one of the slaves had done it.
It didn't matter who, of course, for all would be crucified.
Still as a through and curious man he was determined to discover
the actual culprit. "We'll start with that little blonde girl,"
He pointed to Megan. "I understand that she was seen running out
the chamber just before the they found the body."

That was quite true. Megan's ripped smock and the red finger
marks fading on her upper thigh showed why she had fled. As a
recently purchased slave girl from the northern islands she was
still a virgin, something her older brother standing with the boy
slaves had managed to preserve. The naïve children had no idea
how much this would cost them.

They had installed a rack in the middle of the courtyard. Around
were stands holding various additional torture implements, whips,
floggers, irons, squeezers, flayers, etc. Still stunned by the
attempted rape and its shocking aftermath Megan didn't resist as
two large men in semi armor took her by the hand. She stood
numbly by the sinister looking wooden thing while the men chatted
and made some adjustments to the big wheel mounted at its top.
Then a man came up to her and ordered her to strip. Not
understanding his thick accent she just stood there. The man
shouted something at her, grabbed the collar of her smock and
ripped it off leaving her stark naked. Megan gasped in horror and
immediately bent down to hide her tiny nipples and hairless slit.
The man then picked her up. Realizing that she was in for it
Megan started kicking and scratching, but a six week old kitten
would have had a better chance. Swiftly they bound her wrist and
ankles to the rack's chains. The leader nodded to another man who
was standing by the wheel. He gave it a small turn.

Megan yelped more in astonishment than at the sudden strain on
her shoulders and ankles. Her surprise quickly turned to pain as
the man gave the wheel a quarter turn. Another man came in front
of her holding a thin leather cord studded with tiny stones. He
whipped the helpless child a half dozen times across her armpits
and chest, leaving thin bloody streaks with each lash. Two of the
blows tore open her tiny nipples. The man than gave her four hard
blows on her slit, paying particular attention to the area around
her clitoris. The man on the wheel gave it another half turn,
wringing a heart stopping scream from the little girl. Though it
was fairly cool in the courtyard Megan was now covered in sweat.
The pain in her shoulders and legs was beyond endurance. They
were not aware of this, so they continued turning the wheel till
Megan's shoulders were out their sockets. Her shrieks of agony
not having had the appropriate impact on the other slaves, the
senior legate ordered her to be whipped again. This time two men
took turns lashing her from neck to feet—for some reason the
legate didn't want her face mutilated. When they were finished
there were well over two dozen bleeding welts on her thin frame.
Taking a bucket from one of his men the legate personally spread
a white paste—actually a mixture of vinegar and salt—over the
wounds. He watched the other slaves carefully while waiting for
the child's screams to die down. There was one tall blond youth,
a lad of thirteen or fourteen, who was clearly most agitated than
others by the site. A brother perhaps? He ordered the rack master
to give the girl another quarter turn. He walked over to a grill
were several iron rods were glowing a cheerful red orange. He put
picked one up and walked over to the tortured girl and started
slowly waving it over her bare body. He touched it lightly to her
right nipple, holding just long enough give a bad superficial
burn. He repeated the operation on Megan's left nipple, then
pointed the glowing rod at her tiny slit.

Slowly he brought it closer and closer to quivering child's
bleeding vulva. He was just a fraction of inch away from his
ultimate target—the little girl's clitoris—when the blond boy
broke from the crowd and threw himself at the legate's feet,
sobbing out a confession and begging for mercy for his little
sister.

The legate listened impassively. "You acted with honor. But the
law though hard is the law. But I shall grant you one boon. " He
explained in detail the last kindness he could offer Megan.
Appalled the boy cursed and spat in the legate's face. The legate
calmly wiped it off and ordered his men to take the boy outside
and crucify him. "You will watch your sister die a slow and
horrible death," he told him flatly.

But first a needful preparation was required. Even though Megan
was a slave girl, she was still a virgin and the execution of any
virgin was forbidden. So! Megan was removed from the rack, barely
able to move and thrown down on the ground. One by one the
legate's men had their way with her. Being the father of two
young daughters the legate chose not to participate. She was—or
better put—had been an extremely beautiful child, but of course
there were many little blondes like her available in the slave
markets. The legate decided he would purchase one soon.

Thrown roughly on the ground Megan tried vainly to crawl away.

Something was broken in her legs, she couldn't stand up now. Her
arms felt even worse, as though they had been dipped in fire. She
couldn't move them at all. The burns on her nipples and the
caustic filled welts on her torso and legs hurt even more. She
shut her eyes whimpering, hoping the nasty cruel men would leave
her alone. She felt something large looming over her. She opened
her eyes and screamed in horror. A giant man was standing over
her, completely naked with his hands stroking his huge phallus.
Desperately Megan tried to draw her legs up to protect her
vulnerable parts. The man dropped to the ground, yanked her
damaged legs wide apart and jammed his phallus deep into her
severely whipped cunny.

"AIEEEEEEY!! AYIEEEEE AYEE. . ."

Megan's shrieks of agony were cut short when another man came up
an thrust his cock down her throat. He then changed places with
the first man. When they finished raping Megan three other
replaced them. One got down on the ground and put Megan on top of
him, placing her tiny anal opening directly over his phallus. A
second knelt by her head and twisted it sideways. He shoved his
cock into her mouth. Finally the last man carefully positioned
himself above Megan with his giant cock aimed directly at her
bleeding vagina.

"ONE! TWO! THREE!" they shouted and like the well trained
soldiers they were they launched a well coordinated assault on
Megan's three holes. After each man had ejaculated inside his
assigned target, the switched positions and triple raped her
again. They were about do it a third time when the legate ordered
them to bring Megan outside. Megan had fainted during the rapes
and was still barely conscious when they strung her up to a
whipping post in front of her brother's cross. Two of the
legate's most powerful men were standing by, multi-strand whips
in hand. Each strand was studded with metal knobs. One of the men
walked behind the little girl, the other man got in front of her.
The legate clapped his hands and they began flogging her. "SWISH!
CRACK!" SWISH! CRACK!" Over and over again till the child's
tender flesh was utterly cut to ribbons. They took her down and
laid her down on the cross beam. Megan was so weak now from shock
and loss of blood that she barely reacted when the hammered the
child sized square spikes through her wrist cartilage. When they
raised Megan's cross instead of nailing her feet to the base the
legate had his men bend her knees backward so her heels were
resting on the back of the cross, where they were nailed firmly.
This left her hanging with her tiny cunt wide open. They then set
her cross in a hole facing her brother. The legate had designed
matters so that Megan hung barely five feet of the ground, giving
almost anyone easy access to her cunny. He then left with his men
to prepare to crucify the other slaves. As a soon as they left a
gang of teenage hooligans wandered by. Ignoring her brother's
anguished pleas the boys gang raped the crucified little girl.
Each rape was like a red hot spear through her, compounding the
agony in her arms and legs. When the next group of rapists came
by Megan was barely breathing. She had to pull herself up in
order to draw some oxygen into her lungs, but soon the effort was
too much.

Meanwhile back in the real world Megan was entering her tenth
minute at the lethal black level. Even Don was a little impressed
by this. Amber held the record, twelve minutes, but most little
girls survived no more than six of seven minutes of this torture.

After being gang raped for the fifth time that day the crucified
Megan gave a loud shriek then collapsed dying on the cross. At
the moment the real Megan's heart also stopped. Again she was
brought back within seconds.

"Sir, don't you think we'd better take her out of there," Sam
pleaded. "I don't think she can take too much more."

"You're talking twaddle, Sam. We've just 'killed her' twice now.
As long as the R nanos are working she's got no limits. Get the
helmet off her. This time I want to hear her scream!"

Megan was tortured to death three more times before Don was
satisfied. He allowed Sam to give her a sedative and put her to
bed.

Megan slept for a day and half. When she finally woke she saw Don
and Sam watching her.

"Hello, Megan," Don stroked her silky blond hair, "Well you
passed all your tests with flying colors. Since you've had a lot
of pain in the past few days today you're going get nothing but
good feelings. So what would you like us to do for you?

Megan thought for a moment. "Master Don—is it all right if I call
you Daddy Don—" the man nodded, "Daddy Don, I want you and Mister
Sam to fuck me. I want you to fuck me really hard. "