NIGHTMARE: MEGAN'S NIGHTMARE BEGINS

BY BLACKWIND

[ part 4 ]

This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content. It depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen 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.

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 breifcase. Inside, packing in heavy molded foam, were three small bottles of red, yellow and blue liquids. There were also three seperate, 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 alchohol swab and used it to swab down a small part of Megan's soft asscheek. He much preffered 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.

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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.

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.