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Subject: Nightmare(1/7)(mf,pedo,bd,rape,s&M)
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Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,drugs,S&M
AUTHOR'S WARNING: This files is rated XXX for sexual
and violence content. It depicts the graphic rape of a
preteen girl.
This file is intended for those who enjoy young stuff
fantasies with a violent edge. If you are turned off my
this type of material, then please delete it immediately and
read no further.
NIGHTMARE
By BLACKWIND
CHAPTER 1--THE BEGINNING
7:00 a.m. Friday, May 5
Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every
morning, ahead of the alarm clock and her mother's urging.
Megan was a good girl, the very picture of innocence at the
tender age of 7. Her long, dark red hair fell almost to her
slender waste, framing her pretty young face with its button
nose and clear blue eyes. Her smile was the smile of a
happy, innocent, well-adjusted little girl.
She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser
to get her clothes. She didn't stop to look at her slim,
four foot three inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink
nipples and hairless, smooth pussy. Megan could not know
that her pink nipples and hairless pussy would soon become
the center of attention.
Megan selected a pair of clean white coton panties with
little daisies on them from her drawer and slipped them on.
She pulled on a pair of low white socks next, then slipped a
short sleeve dark blue dress with flower patterns on it over
her, affixing the small sewn in belt around the waist. The
dress offered an excellent view of her shapely young legs,
as it fell to only the middle of her slim thighs.
After putting a pair of patent leather black buckle
shoes on her feet, she hurried into the bathroom to brush
out her hair and add a couple of barettes to keep it back.
She played with her earlobes, wishing she could wear
earrings. Her mom said no, she was too young yet.
Back to her room so she could pick up her schoolbooks,
then off to breakfast. She ate her cereal and washed it
down with some milk, the kissed her mother and father
good-bye.
"I'm going over to Ashley's after school, mommy", she
told her mother.
"Take an umbrella. It's raining", her mother told her.
Megan grabbed an umbrella on the way out and skipped
down the block to her best friend Ashley's house. Ashley
was seven, like Mindy, with long blonde hair and was also
very cute. Ashley's mom met her at the door.
"Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said. "You
can stop over after school to see her if you want."
"Okay. Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan
called, and skipped off.
It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan
traveled every morning, usually with Mindy. But today Megan
would not get that far. Indeed, little Megan would never
get to school.
7:35 a.m.
He looked calm, but hardly felt that way. His hands
thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited. He
had chosen the street purposely because all the houses were
either abandoned or occupied by low-income types who slept
all day. He also knew that the young girls often came this
way.
He'd watched them for weeks now. Sometimes they came
in pairs or groups, sometimes alone. He wanted to get one
alone, lure her in or get her close enough. Then...oh yes,
then!
Suddenly, he spotted her. There were no other cars on
the street--fortune was smiling at him. Forcing himself to
stay calm, he shifted into drive.
She was young, pretty--he'd seen her before, a gorgeous
little redhead. Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he
liked them. And young. Especially young.
Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb.
5:00 p.m. Friday, May 5
Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner
table, then to the phone. Megan knew to be home by dinner,
or at least call. She was always such a good girl. Always
on time, always polite.
Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and
lost track of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed
the Carter's house. After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up.
"Bev? Hi, it's June. Is Megan there?"
"No June. I expected her to stop by tonight after
school, but she never did. Ashley's been sick all day
and--"
"Did you see her this morning?", June asked.
"Yes, about her usual time. Why?"
"She's late for dinner. I'll try her other friends."
A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the
police. She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the
school, to no avail. She was beginning to fear the worst.
Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never
felt she had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd
told Megan maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years
back. The town was simply too friendly and she felt too
safe to worry.
Now she was. After giving a description of Ashley to
the officer on the line, she had to sit and wait for another
officer to come over and take a statement. He arrived not
five minutes later. He was young, with acne still on his
face, and hardly looked a day past nineteen.
"Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in
a very businesslike tone.
"She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty
pounds, with waist length red hair and blue eyes. She had
on a short sleeved dark blue dress with a floral pattern,
white ankle socks and black buckle shoes. She was carrying
a pink umbrella."
The officer jotted it all down. "You looked around for
her? You know how kids are", he said.
"Yes!", June almost shouted. "It isn't like Megan to
not call if she's going to be late. I'm afraid..."
"Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said.
"Some pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her
up and he's raping her. We'll probably find her dead in a
field someplace."
June blinked a couple of times. Had he actually just
said that? Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and
understanding?
"Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about
here!", June screamed.
"Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed. "And we'll look
for her, I promise." He touched the brim of his hat and
walked out. June remained where she was, gaping.
5:43 pm. Friday, May 5
Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in
the information, a sick smile crossing his face. He'd loved
the look on the woman's face, enjoyed it. It was one reason
he'd become a cop. Being a born sadist, he just loved to
upset people.
Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl. If
they did, she'd be dead anyway. The idea of it turned him
on, a lot. Brig was not just a sadist, but a pedophile,
too. In his opinion, little girls were just sex toys, meant
to be used and thrown away. By thrown away, he meant
killing them. Brig loved snuff films for that reason. He'd
yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd raped his share of
little girls. He was one mean bastard.
He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a
photo. "Here. It was taken last week", she said, handing
it to him through his partly open window. Brig took it with
a nod and examined it. What he saw turned him on. Megan
was wearing a short sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt
was short enough to see lots of thigh. If you looked
closely, you could see up her skirt. That gave him a raging
hardon. He needed to let it off. Yeah, tonight he'd do
just that. He got off duty in a hour. Then he'd go hunt up
a little girl, maybe just like Megan. He'd play bad cop and
use her like a rag doll. Of course, he wouldn't do it here.
The city was nearby. He'd go there. Nobody'd notice.
Nobody ever did.
7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5
The house was filled with people. All of June's and
Bill's friends had come over to help out anyway they could.
An FBI agent and an officer from the state police were
there, as well as an officer from the Harper's Falls police
department. None of them talked like Officer Brigs. June
was glad for that. At the same time, she didn't mention
Brig's behavior.
The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along
with volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but
there was no sign of Megan. One man--someone the police
called "hardly credible"--had reported seeing Megan talking
a man in a burgundy car. There had been a few sick prank
calls, none of which checked out, from people wanting ransom
for Megan.
All the while June was thinking about her own
childhood. How one day she had been lured into a car by "a
nice man" and his "wife" who had tied her up and used her
preteen body for sex before finally letting her go. It
bothered her she'd never considered it could happen here....
End Chapter 1
NIGHTMARE
By BLACKWIND
CHAPTER 2--THE KIDNAPPING
7:38 a.m. Friday, May 5
It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway
as she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school. She
wished Ashley were there to talk to.
As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her
daddy drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb. The
passenger door beside her opened.
"Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped
politely. He looked like a nice man, pretty old though.
His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but he was
smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly.
"I was wondering if you might like a ride to school.
I'm going that way to see my niece", he said to her. "You
could show me the way."
Megan thought it over. It was starting to get windy,
and the umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out. Yet she
had heard you shouldn't get in cars with strangers.
"Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said.
"Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered.
"I'll give you some candy."
"I'd better not", Megan sighed.
Suddenly the man looked angry. He slid across the seat
toward her. "Get in", he snapped.
Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide
closer to her.
7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5
Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he
still had his badge and cuffs. He also had his gun--a
small, unregistered pistol he figured he might need tonight.
He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that.
Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the
nearby city of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was
probably happening to little Megan Reynolds. He imagined
some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her
young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body.
He almost came just thinking about it.
He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting
playgrounds and one of the two shopping malls, looking for
young meat. He'd gotten mostly girls in their early teens
so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in.
Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it
wasn't unusual that a girl should be raped and couldn't
remember who'd attacked her (he always made sure she
couldn't, one way or another).
Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the
elementary school. The rain had kept most of the kids away,
but a few boys were playing basketball and a couple of young
girls were on the merry-go-round. Those two he had his eyes
on.
Both were young, about nine or ten. One wore jeans and
a sweater, and had light brown hair; the other wore a
checkered skirt and a white blouse with a red sweater, with
short white socks and black leather shoes. She had long,
straight, dark brown hair and a serious face.
Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left,
opposite where he was. The boys left, too. As soon as they
were gone, he got out and approached the girl.
"Hi", he said, very pleasantly. "What's your name?"
"Kelly", the girl answered.
"How old are you, Kelly?"
"Ten", she answered.
"Something wrong?"
"No." She didn't want to talk much. So he pulled out
his badge. Her eyes grew wide. "Am I in trouble?"
"Yes you are. You're out after curfew. Now come over
here."
Kelly walked over. "Am I in trouble for this, too?",
she asked, handing him a note. There was something on it
about her talking in class. He stuffed the note in his
pocket and said yes.
Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at
him nervously. "If my mom finds out, she'll kill me", she
whimpered.
"Then maybe she won't", Brig said. This was what he
needed. "Now put your hands behind your back."
Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on
her small wrists. It felt incredibly satisfying. He led
her to the car and helped her in. Now it was time to have
some fun.
11:45 p.m. Friday, May 5
June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and
remembering how she had been, as a little girl, abducted and
raped.
She was eleven when it happened. That was 1975. June
had grown up in a quiet suburb of Cleveland. She was the
youngest and smallest of five children, being only a tiny 4'
3" as Megan was now and just shy of sixty pounds. Her hair
then had been long, to about the middle of her back, and
dark red like Megan's. Her eyes were hazel--Megan got her
blue eyes from her father.
The day it happened, she could remember clearly, had
been overcast and warm. She could even remember her
clothes: a pink t-shirt with the words "Palm Springs" on
front, a pair of white shorts with little bows on the peaked
sides and white tennis sneakers. She'd been shopping with her
mother and had gone off to look at dolls when a young woman
had approached her.
"Hi! My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were
wondering if maybe you could help us out", she'd said. She
was an attractive, tall woman with short blonde hair,
dressed in bell-bottom jeans a halter top. June had said
sure, she could help....
xxx
"Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading
June by the hand to a small silver car parked out at the
edge of the lot. She could see a young man with wavy brown
hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting in the
driver's seat. He gave her a friendly smile as she got in
with the woman.
"So, where you do want to go?", June asked.
"Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still
smiling.
June didn't know what that meant. "I don't
understand."
The man put his hand on her bare thigh. "You will."
He looked at his wife. "She's cute. Sexy. Good pick."
"Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand
was over June's mouth. June had struggled for a few
seconds, then stopped when the man shoved his hand between
her legs. It felt good and scared her at the same time.
By then they'd started driving. The man told June
"we're going to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass" and
the woman had felt her as the man did. About ten minutes
later they'd pulled into a two-port garage where another car
waited. The man told June "we're going to tie you up now,
be good" and June started to cry. It didn't help. She was
taken out of the car and told to stand still, the woman's
hand still on her mouth, while the man picked up some
rope...
7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5
Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got
into the car. Immediately the man was friendly. He tossed
her books and umbrella in the back seat and shut the door.
"Thank you", he said.
"For what?", Megan asked.
"For making this so easy."
xxx
He turned away from the girl long enough to put more
chloroform on the cloth tucked down next to his door, then
turned back, shoving the cloth over her mouth and nose. The
little girl began to struggle, and he had to grab her head
and hold her tight while she thrashed. He loved every
minute of it. Slowly her struggles ceased, and very soon
her pretty blue eyes closed. He lowered her head into his
lap and gazed over her longingly.
She was so small and pretty, so sexy. Her skirt had
ridden up in her struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a
hint of cotton panties. He looked down at her face, so
peaceful in unconsciousness. He cheek was pressed against
his throbbing cock. Soon, she'd get him off. Soon.
He shifted the car into drive again and took off. The
chloroform would last an hour, tops, and he had to have her
home and ready by then. He would bind and gag her, of
course, since it was only right, but there were other steps
to get her ready. He was going to do more than just rape
this young child--he was going to steal her innocence, break
her will, make her his, and then...
He didn't think much about that. Later, when he came
to it. In the meantime he just drove, clearing the town
limits six minutes later, according to schedule, heading out
onto the rural back roads to his cabin. To the place he'd
prepared for her, for her nightmare to begin.
End Chapter 2
NIGHTMARE
By BLACKWIND
CHAPTER 3--JUNE'S STORY
11:51 p.m. Friday, May 5
As June lay awake remembering, more of her awful memories
unfolded...
xxx
June stood very still as the man approached with the
rope. The woman's hand fell away from June's mouth but she
was too scared to scream. Suddenly she felt her wrists
being pulled together, and the man went around behind her,
and she could feel him tying them.
"How old are you?", the woman asked.
"Eleven", June answered.
"Virgin", the man said. "What's your name?"
"June."
A strip of cloth was pulled between her teeth. She
could feel them knotting it behind her head. She felt the
man's, then the woman's hands move down her legs. More rope
was tied around her ankles. "Alright, take her", she heard
the man said.
The woman lifted June easily and put her in the front
seat of the silver car. The man got into the driver's seat
of the other, which was dark blue. The woman got into the
driver's seat of the silver one and pulled June's head down
into her lap.
"I think we'll have a lot of fun with you", the woman
said, stroking June's cheek. She started the car and backed
out. "Bob just loves to have his cock sucked and I know
you'll do it really good. Then you're going to eat my cunt
and love it."
She didn't say much after that. After about ten
minutes June was allowed to sit up. They were leaving the
suburbs for the country. She recognized some of the route;
it led to a small, private lake that her family sometimes
went to in the summer. They'd been there just last week.
It was quiet, and nobody bothered you there.
June cried the whole time. She didn't like the ropes
that made her helpless or the gag in her mouth. She looked
down at her bare thighs, pressed together, at the ropes
around her slender ankles. She remembered the man and woman
touching her legs, and felt lightly excited. Maybe that was
all they would do. It wasn't so bad.
The woman reached over to stroke June's hair. "You've got
great hair. Such a pretty face." She stroked June's thigh.
The little girl squirmed. She did kind of like that. The
woman's hand moved up between her legs. June liked that a
lot more, but she was still scared.
She wondered what they were going to do with her. She
wondered what her mother would be thinking, probably
searching the entire store for her now. She suddenly
wondered if ever she'd see her mother again.
The woman turned the car onto the road that circled the
lake. She drove for about a minute, then turned down
another driveway. At the end was a locked gate, just like
at her family's cabin. The woman got out and locked the
gate, then got back in and drove them through.
They stopped in front of a cabin encircled by trees. June
was still crying, and as the woman shut off the engine, she
turned to the little girl and grabbed a handful of her hair,
yanking it so hard June cried out.
"Stop crying!", she snapped. "You can cry later! We
haven't even done it yet!" June tried to stop crying, but
it was too difficult, especially when the woman gave her
hair another sharp tug.
Just then the man pulled in. The woman let go of June's
hair and put on a smile. "Oh goody. Bob's here. Now we
can get started."
The man, Bob, opened the door and lifted little June out.
Flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, he
carried her inside.
From her upside down position, blurred by tears, June
could see the cabin was not much different from the one her
parents owned. One floor, with a huge living/room kitchen
with a big hearth, a sofa, and some chairs. The man dropped
June into a sitting position on the sofa and stepped back.
The woman produced a camera from over the mantel and began
snapping photos of the girl.
"Enough", the man told her. "It's time little June Bug
here learns to fuck."
The woman nodded and bent down to untie June's ankles.
June wondered what the man meant by "learn to fuck." Her
tears had quieted by now, curiosity giving way to her fear.
The woman helped her up and pulled her across the room.
The man sat down on the sofa and June was turned to face
him. He watched her as he undid the button of his jeans and
unzipped his fly, pushing first the jeans and then his
underwear down a little, letting his thing pop out.
June's eyes grew wide. She'd seen one of those before,
when she'd accidentally seen her older brother getting out
of the shower. Only this one was longer and thicker than
her brothers and there was more hair around the base,
peeking out of his undershorts. He motioned her over with a
sick smile on his face.
The woman grabbed her neck and pushed her over to the man,
forcing June to her knees between his spread legs. The man
reached out and pried the gag out of June's mouth.
She stared at his thing for a second. It was so long and
thick and veiny, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat.
She could smell his man smell and saw a glistening drop of
something at the top of it.
Suddenly the woman shoved June forward. The man guided
the thing right into June's open mouth. The little girl
choked as she was shoved onto it and it hit the back of her
throat.
"Let her up a little", the man said. The woman let up,
and June stopped choking. The thing filled her whole mouth,
stretching her lips to the limits. She wanted to bite down
but was afraid.
"Suck my cock, like a lollipop", the man told her. "Do
it!"
June had a hard time imagining it as a lollipop and a
harder time sucking it. It was too big. At least the woman
helped, moving her head up and down. She hated it anyway,
but couldn't cry. It was hard enough to breathe as it was.
"No good", the man moaned. "Let her suck my head, Linda.
Let her suck my head!"
The woman pulled June up until only the narrow top of her
the man's thing--cock, she knew now--was in her young mouth.
She sucked at it fiercely, and began to cry, now that she
could breathe more easily.
"Stop crying", Linda hissed, but June couldn't.
The man was moaning now. "Oh yeah, baby, June Bug is
great", he was saying. "Ooooh, yeah." He put his hand on
June's head. "Yeah, that's it. Fuckin' yeah!"
"Can I lick you clean when she's done, baby?", Linda
asked. "Can I?"
"Shut up, cunt! I'm coming!" June felt his cock swell in
her mouth. He shoved her down, choking her, and something
thick and warm came out and filled her throat. She choked
and gagged, trying to swallow it. It just kept coming. She
was almost ready to pass out when it finally stopped and the
man pushed her away.
June rocked back on her knees, sobbing. Through a haze of
tears she could see the woman snapping pictures. Then the
man grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back
to his cock. "Lick me off!", he demanded.
Sobbing and shaking, June licked the length of his shaft
with his hand guiding the whole way. He made her lick and
kiss the top again. He shoved her back to the woman, who
got down on her knees and sealed her mouth over the little
girls. June gagged as the woman's tongue shoved into her
mouth, licking and darting everywhere. Then she was pushed
back to the man, who did the same thing.
"It's my turn!", the woman yelled. The man let go of June
and she could see the woman was on the couch, pulling off
her jeans and panties. A thick, tufted patch of blonde hair
was between her legs. June saw it and thought of her own
slit. Her's had no hair. Was this woman's different?
She soon found out. The man forced her down between the
woman's spread legs and shoved June's face into the woman's
wet muff. She gagged on the fishy smell that filled her
nose. The taste wasn't much better and June felt sick.
"Lick me, suck me!", the woman demanded. "Eat my fucking
cunt, you little whore!"
June stuck out her tongue and licked. She couldn't see
anything because her eyes were shut, but she could feel the
soft insides of the woman's hairy slit with her tongue, taste
the bitterness of her juices. She tried to squirm away, but
the man's hand was pushing her down too hard, and she had to
lick.
It was hard to breathe. June got sicker and sicker and
pretty soon she felt like she was going to pass out. Just
as she was about to the woman let out a scream and a gush of
smelly, bitter wetness filled June's mouth. She choked it
down and pushed back as hard as she could.
"I can't breathe!", she screamed, bursting into loud sobs.
The gag was shoved back into her mouth, muffling her.
"Give her here", the woman demanded. June was pushed into
the woman's arms. While the woman held her tight with one
arm, she jerked June's head up with her other hand. She
looked pissed.
"Don't you ever, ever, scream like that!", she snapped.
"You'll eat my cunt and like it!" She slapped June on the
cheek, not hard, but enough to sting. "Got that?"
June nodded. It was all so hard to understand for an
eleven year old. So hard.
xxx
She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a
nearby bedroom. The man threw her down on the bed and
slapped her ass, hard. June let out a muffled shriek and
began to sob even harder.
"Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I
come back, I don't want you crying! You hear me?"
June nodded. She felt so scared and sick and humiliated,
she didn't think she could stop. On top of it all, she felt
lonely. She wanted her mommy.
The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming
the door behind him. June lay there and sobbed, great
wracking sobs that shook her whole body. Eventually,
though, she started to calm down. She didn't want to have
the man or the woman slap her again.
As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room.
Bob and Linda were doing something out there, and they
seemed to like it. Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it! Yes!"
June wished she could understand what was going on. Why
were they doing this to her? She'd always been a good girl.
She didn't deserve this. She found herself thinking of her
mother and father and her brother Mike, and wondering what
they were thinking now. She hoped she'd see them soon.
An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and
Bob came in. Neither of them had any clothes on. June
found her eyes drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples
stuck out, like huge bumps. Her mother had bumps like that,
but they were bigger.
Linda had her camera, and took more pictures. At the same
time, Bob ran his hands over June's legs again. She felt
the same excitement, fluttering in her tummy and between her
legs. Bob put his hand up there, between her legs, and June
felt the excitement grow. Suddenly he took it away and
pulled her shorts down and off, leaving only her white
cotton panties. Those he removed too. He licked one finger
and ran it over the crack of her tiny slit, sending tiny
shivers of excitement through her.
Linda pushed him out of the way and got up on the bed,
spreading June's legs. June watched the woman lower her
mouth to her tiny slit, felt her spread it open. June felt
her woman's tongue slip inside, and the sensation was unlike
anything she'd ever felt. She squirmed and moaned a
little.
"Sensitive bitch", Bob noted. He pulled June's t-shirt up
and began to suck at her tiny pink nipples, which were by
now quite erect and hard. June felt another shiver of
delight run through her eleven year old body as Bob's lips
sucked at one nipple and stroked the other. At the same
time, Linda's tongue was making her sensitive middle grow
hot and wet. She began to squirm more, enjoying this for
the first time.
Bob began to kiss down her belly, licking at her navel and
then kissing her soft, slender neck. Each kiss, each dart
of Linda's tongue, made June grow hotter and wetter. She
was moaning loudly now, feeling dizzy and excited at the
same time.
Suddenly Bob twisted one nipple and the excitement crashed
over her. She felt her middle contract, and hot wetness
oozed out. She felt Linda lick her juices as they flowed,
giggling the whole time.
"She's ready", Linda announced, stepping back.
Bob got between June's spread legs, his hands on either
side of her ribs with his thing pointed down, just above her
slit. She suddenly realized he was going to put it in her,
and panicked. It would never fit!
She felt the head of his cock press against her slit,
pushing hard. At first, it felt good, but then as he slid
it in, it started to hurt. The farther he pushed, the more
it hurt. June tried to get away, but he was too far in now.
She felt something inside her stretch, and the pain got
worse.
When the pain was its worst and tears were streaming down
her cheeks, June felt the thing inside her give way and Bob
pushed, hard, into the rest of her. June's entire body
spasmed with pain as Bob buried himself and pulled out, then
buried it again. He was grinning and loving it. June
cried, too exhausted to sob. Bob pounded harder, faster,
making it burn and hurt worse than before. All of a sudden
he stopped, reared up, and slammed down on her, and deep
inside her young body she could feel him spilling his warm
white goo. It was the last thing June felt before she
passed out.
When she came to later, she found she was tied firmly to a
tree, her mouth still gagged. She wore nothing but her
tennis sneakers; her t-shirt and shorts were gone. It was
starting to get dark, too.
She struggled to get free, the ropes cutting into her
tender flesh as she fought them. Slowly, they began to
give, and she was able to wriggle away. It took a long
time, however, and by the time she was free, it was already
dark. Sobbing with fear and shame, she made her way through
the dark woods, trying to get her bearings.
She kept expecting Bob or Linda to jump out at any moment
and drag her back to the cabin for more hurting. Luckily,
it didn't happen that way. She spotted lights through the
trees and ran toward them. It was another cabin. An old
man sat on the porch, smoking a pipe, while an old woman sat
next to him, knitting. June ran toward them, screaming...
12:18 a.m. Saturday, May 8
"June, honey, wake up."
June rolled over, blinking in her sleep. She saw Bill
leaning over her, his face ashen with worry. "Honey?"
"A nightmare", June croaked. Her throat felt terribly
dry. "Just a nightmare..."
Then she began to cry.
End Chapter 3
NIGHTMARE
By BLACKWIND
CHAPTER 4--MEGAN'S NIGHTMARE BEGINS
8:25 a.m. Friday, May 5
He arrived at the cabin exactly on schedule. He was
pleased to see the rain had stopped. Looking down at the
sweet young girl asleep across his lap, he smiled. So
innocent, so unknowing.
He gathered her up and slid out of the car, cradling her
as he made his way up onto the porch and through the front
door. The chloroform would wear off soon, but he had other
plans. He didn't want her to wake up just yet.
The main room of the cabin was a well-furnished affair,
with an attached kitchen and a number of chairs, a plush
sofa, and a hearth. Stairs led up the second floor
bedrooms, but he didn't head there. Instead, he went to The
Room.
He'd had it specially made. The door was thick oak,
with an outside padlock. Inside was windowless, containing
only a bed, a chair, and a small bathroom with a shower,
sink and toilet. He flicked on the lights and gently
lowered Megan, face down, onto the bed.
With trembling hands he flipped her skirt up and exposed
her panty clad bottom. He admired the panties with their
little daisy pattern for a moment, then tenderly stroking
her soft ass. He could hardly wait. But first, he had work
to do.
Fishing his keys from his pocket, he unlocked a small,
bolted down chest of drawers and removed a small, black
briefcase. Inside, packing in heavy molded foam, were three
small bottles of red, yellow and blue liquids. There were
also three separate, fresh syringes for each. He pulled out
the yellow bottle and a syringe, carefully drawing out
some of the fluid, then tapping the needle to rid it of any
air.
He'd roughly guessed the girl's weight at around sixty
pounds, but wanted to be sure. Flipping up the blankets, he
examined under the bed, where a digital display glowed.
Sixty two pounds. He nodded. Building a scale into the bed
had been a good idea.
Unlocking yet another drawer on the chest, he pulled out
an alcohol swab and used it to swab down a small part of
Megan's soft asscheek. He much prefferred giving shots in
the rear for two reasons: it left less noticeable bruises
and the drug usually moved faster.
In only a few seconds he'd stuck the needle in and filled
Megan with the solution, a powerful sedative that would keep
her asleep for at least three hours. The solution was
adjusted to her body weight, and he felt sure it would work.
Like nearly every drug he used, it was not licensed and its
testing on humans was limited.
He capped the syringe and tucked it into his pocket.
Taking out the red bottle, he filled another syringe and
stuck Megan with it. This one was a special solution,
designed to strengthen the walls of the anus and vagina,
making them more resistant to tearing during forced
intercourse. It also, at the same time, increased the
sensitivity of both areas by double.
This solution was more permanent, though it had to be
given in small doses over a twenty four hour period to work.
The third bottle, the blue one, was very special, and he
planned to use it later. That one would modify her
behavior. So far, he'd yet to try it on a human.
Which was at least half the reason Megan was here.
He rolled the girl over and snapped a picture of her with
a small disk camera in his pocket, then pulled out a small
notebook and noted the time and date. Almost tenderly he
pulled her skirt down, kissed her soft young mouth, and
checked her pulse. Just fine. Smiling, he gathered up his
case and its vials and stepped out, locking the door behind
him.
xxx
He felt much calmer now, but the excitement was there,
just under the surface. It was more than sexual; it was the
realization of a dream. Half brilliance, half madness.
He hurried out to the car and gathered up the girl's books
and umbrella. Inside one book he found her name: Megan
Reynolds. This he jotted down, then hurried inside, where
he burned the books in the fireplace. He also stripped the
covering off the umbrella and burned that too. Megan
wouldn't be needing them.
The frame of the umbrella he carried down into the
basement. The place was set up like a workshop/lab, filled
with laboratory equipment and two tables, one with straps
and a thin mattress on it. Various devices surrounded it
all, devices meant to bring pain and pleasure. These he
would use on Megan, when he was ready.
He tossed the umbrella frame into a pile of junk in one
corner and headed back upstairs. From one of the closets he
withdrew a number of camcorders and hurried about, setting
one up in each room, positioning it for the time as he felt
it was needed. Satisfied, he sat down to a light brunch.
10:00 a.m. Friday, May 5
Megan would wake up soon, and he wanted to be ready for
that. He stepped into The Room where she slept and
withdrew yet another syringe from his pocket, this one
filled with an amber liquid. He rolled her over and stuck
her with it, then drew her panties down and rolled her onto
her back. With her bare, tight slit in front of his face,
he went down on her, licking and sucking.
Even in her deep sleep, Megan responded, moaning and
panting, her fresh cunt even more sensitized. Under proper
methods, he'd learned, it was possible to bring a little
girl to orgasm as easily as any woman. Thanks to the drug
he'd just given her, she would have powerful, perhaps
multiple, orgasms. One dose was sufficient to last three
days.
He had a sister drug to that one, one which caused a
mild, irritating pain to occur in the vagina during sex. It
was a torture tool, and when combined with the other drug,
could drive a girl crazy. Later, he would try using them
together.
He let up on Megan before she could cum, slipping her
panties back in place. He desperately wanted to rape this
sweet child. Mere sex wasn't enough. He had to be in
control, make her know that.
Shaking, he lifted her and carried her out to the main
room, seating her in a straight backed, wooden chair in
front of one of the cameras. He snapped a picture, then
drew her slender wrists behind the chair and bound them
together with a short length of soft cotton rope. He took
another picture, then wound another piece around her and the
chair and chest level, effectively holding her up. Another
picture. Then he adjusted her skirt and bent to tie her
ankles. Another picture, and then it was time to gag her.
In his...practice, he rarely used ball gags or otherwise,
except as part of torture. He much preferred good old rope
and a soft white handkerchief. He studied her face for a
moment, trying to decide what would look prettiest. In her
mouth or over it? Under her hair or over it? He finally
settled for tying it over her mouth and over her hair. When
he was done, it was nestled just beneath her nose and above
the bottom of her chin, giving her an air of helpless
innocence. Just the way he liked her.
Not long after, Megan came around. She moaned, blinked a
few times, then raised her head. Suddenly her eyes grew
wide, but she didn't struggle. She must have realized how
useless it would be.
He knelt down in front of her. "I already know you name",
he told her. "How old are you? Six?" Megan shook her
head. "Seven?" Megan nodded. He patted her thigh. Tears
were forming in her eyes now, and she was clearly scared.
He turned away before the excitement got the better of him,
and switched the camera on.
"Friday, May 5, 10:27 a.m., May 5. I have for my test subject
Megan Reynolds, white female, age 7. I have administered
S-1, which will thicken the walls of her vagina and anus,
and S-2 sensitizing agent to increase her sensitivity to
orgasm. It is my intention to prove the value and worth
of my drugs by using each on this girl and testing her
endurance to numerous forms of experiments. It is my belief
that when this is done, no one shall laugh at Dr. Robert
Brandt ever again."
He stepped behind Megan and undid the rope that held her
to the chair. It was time to begin. Stepping around in
front of her, he gave her a bright smile and grasped the top
of her dress. His other hand undid the belt around her
waist and let it fall away. Megan began to tremble.
"First, I will rape you." And he tore her dress open all
the way.
Megan began to scream.
End Chapter 4