NIGHTMARE: MEGAN'S TORTURE

BY BLACKWIND

[ part 6 ]

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.

3:15 a.m. Saturday, May 6

Dr. Brandt stepped in front the camera again. "Subject Megan has been asleep for several hours now, and it is my belief that the solutions I have given her have taken effect. I will record the results of my continued rape of this child, including today oral sex." He switched off the camera and entered the room.

The camera diary had at first seemed like a good idea, he thought, as he switched on the other camera mounted on the wall. But there wasn't much to report. He was too caught up now in his fantasies to care much about the science. It had simply been too long.

Megan was still asleep when he entered the room, lying nude beneath the covers. That was just fine. She'd slept long enough.

He slipped out of his robe and straddled the girl. The only light came from the living room, barely illuminating her. He drew the covers back and lowered himself to her slit, then shoved it in.

Megan woke with a scream and he slapped her. She began to sob, all resistance gone. Her cunt muscles tightened. She cried out in pain, then moaned with passion, and that seemed to surprise her. It also frightened her even more.

She lay with her hands out to either side of her head now, and he pinned those down, plunging into her even more deeply. He'd rape her for the next few hours, then begin the next step. He'd do everything to her in the meantime. And he'd love it.

Megan had her orgasm long before he came. She was forced to lay weak and shaking while he continued in her, finally shooting his load almost ten minutes later. She was a good fuck for only being seven.

He stopped long enough to go upstairs and return with a number of clothes for her to wear. His plan was to have her wear each outfit, then he'd rip them from her body and rape her again, further degrading and humiliating her.

Each outfit was sized for her. All included shoes and a pair of white cotton panties. There were also some other things, like dolls and stuffed animals. He would make her act out a few fantasies for him.

Megan put on the first outfit, which was a white dress like the one she'd worn, with white buckle shoes. He told her to smile and pose—not easy for her—and then he tore it off of her body and raped her on the bed. Finished, he made her dress again. This time it was a pair of sun yellow short sleeve shortalls and white tennis sneakers. He bound the girl's hands behind her back and pushed her to her knees. It was time for her to suck him.

Megan's first reaction when he shoved his cock in was to simply sit there and stare up at him. In his experience, this was not unusual; sometimes they began to suck, or they just sat there.

Megan was one of the smarter ones. She began to suck. She was crying quietly and sucking him and the whole sight of it turned him on. He put his hand on her head and worked his cock in and out of her mouth, keeping up a rhythm. He felt about ready to cum, he jammed it against the back of her throat and held it there. Megan gagged and tried to get up, but by then his hot load was choking her and she had no choice but to swallow or suffocate.

"You'd better do better than that!", he warned her, and began again.

It took her sucking him off two more times before she got it right. He rewarded her by raping her pussy one more time.

He undressed her completely then and forced her upstairs to begin the next step in the process.

10:53 a.m. Saturday, May 6

The room was bare, save for a bed with only a matress and one sheet. From the head and footboards, anchored at each post, hung four lengths of rope.

He shoved the nude girl onto the bed and untied her hands. She put up a feeble resistance but he had little trouble binding her hands and feet so she was spread eagle on the bed. "You're going to love this", he told her.

From beneath the bed he produced three vibrators. Two were large, the third long and pencil thin. He inserted the large ones in her small cunt and tiny asshole, and pushed the third into her peehole. She squirmed and squealed, her eyes growing wider and wider as her body was yet invaded again.

Then he switched them on.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Megan's already heightened sensitivity took over, and soon she was moaning, then screaming, then moaning. She writhed on the bed, bucking and jerking as wave after wave of hot orgasm swept her. One was so powerful she managed to eject all three dildoes at once! Pleased, but not happy, Dr. Brandt inserted them again and taped them down so they couldn't come out. Once more, Megan began to buck and jerk, filled with pain and hot lust as her already raw holes were ravaged yet again.

He watched her for a while. It was fun, seeing her struggle like that, knowing she was so young. And this was only the start. There was more yet to come.

Feeling a little bored, he decided to go down and watch some TV. Cartoons, maybe. He'd always liked cartoons. Just like he liked little girls.

11:23 a.m. Saturday, May 6

When Megan's moans and screams finally faded, he returned to the room and found her nearly unconcious on the bed, the vibrators going happily away inside of her. He shut them off and tossed them into a plastic bucket next to the bed. He then untied the girl and removed her gag. After a quick shot of synthetic adrenalin to wake her, Dr. Brandt climbed on the girl and raped her. She was too weak to resist and he delighted in that. The day, however, was not over for her yet.

11:35 a.m. Saturday, May 6

Dr. Brandt led a very weak and shaking Megan downstairs to the basement, lifting her easily onto the table with the padded matress on it. He affixed leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles, each attached to chains designed to hold her down. Megan stared at them and began to whimper and beg.

Much as he hated it, he jammed a ball gag into her mouth and fastened the straps. Balls gags were, to him, "unnatural". It was true, they were more effective for silence, but less sexy. Nonetheless, for this particular test, they were necessary.

The girl lay very still, the chains linking the cuffs on her wrists and ankles dangling off the edge of the table. Dr. Brandt hummed happily as he inserted a metallic dildo with a cable leading from it into her cunt. The little girl squirmed as he slid it in.

He inserted another in her tiny asshole and still another in her peehole. He then taped small metallic disks to her tender nipples and plugged each wire into a machine next to the table.

The machine, dubbed "The Shocker", produced small, static electricity charges that surged through each of the devices attached to Megan. The juice was low enough not to hurt her in any permanent way, but the pain was enough to be overwhelming. On a normal girl Megan's age, the pain would be enough to render her unconscious after perhaps the first jolt. But filled with Dr. Brandt's special juices, Megan would sustain for hours.

The Shocker had a second setting as well. This one caused the dildos to vibrate, similar to a joy buzzer. To the girl, it would feel like electricity, only less painful. Perhaps even pleasurable.

Dr. Brandt flipped the switch to ON and pressed the "Shock" button. Juice surged into Megan's small body. She screamed and tensed, her small body rigid. He let off and she flopped down, sobbing. He hit the button again and again, delighting in her screams. He'd used this device before, but never had a girl last this long. Not even ones older than Megan. He hit the "Buzz" button, setting the dildos off. Megan moaned and screamed. He shocked her again. This time she twisted about, trying to get those horrible, pain-causing things out of her.

This was getting to be too much. He set the machine to Automatic, which would randomly shock and buzz her. Then he hurried upstairs to lunch.

12:53 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Lunch was a pleasant. He'd had a bottle of beer and a roast beef sandwich. Megan's screams, drifting up out the basement, had stimulated his appetite. Part of him knew what he was doing was monstrous—raping and torturing a 7 year old girl would have turned off even some of the worst pedophiles. The rest of him didn't give a shit.

He was about ready to go down and release Megan from the machine so he could have sex with her when he heard a knock at the door. Panic immediately set in. There was no reason for anybody to be here. It was the exact reason he'd chosen the cabin to do this.

Thinking fast, he shut the basement door. If anyone asked, he had a horror movie on. He had a sudden fear he'd open the door and find the police standing there.

"Dr. Brandt, we know you've got Megan Reynolds. You're busted." He could just hear it.

He opened the door anyway. It was with immense relief and a sense of sudden lustful exhiliration that he didn't see the police. Instead, it was a little girl.

She was small and pretty, reaching only to his waist, and very slender. Her hair was blonde, tufted on top and braided into a long pony tail that fell past her waist. Her eyes were violet blue and she had a small face and cute nose. She was easily as pretty as Megan.

His eyes fell to her legs. She wore skimpy cream yellow shorts and white tennis sneakers, so every inch of her tanned, smooth flesh was visible. The rest of her was clothed in a light blue blouse under a white long-sleeved pullover sweater. She had a gold bracelet on one wrist and diamond stud earrings in her ears.

"Can I help you?", Dr. Brandt asked. He'd already decided to take this child, too, do with her as he did with Megan, only for himself, not for his experiments.

"Um, could I use you phone?", she asked shyly. He also noted she had a trace of Southern accent in her voice. "I'm here with my family but I got lost, and I need mommy to come get me."

"Well of course", Dr. Brandt offered, motioning her in. "What's your name?"

"Tina Scott", she told him. From the basement, Megan screamed again. Tina jumped at the sound. "What's that?"

"The TV", Dr. Brandt told her smoothly. "My phone is upstairs. What's your phone number?"

"555-6739", Tina told him. "I can call." Her eyes were on the phone across the room.

"It's a special phone", he told her. It really was. He'd rigged it so nobody could call out without punching in a code first. "Wait right here."

He hurried into the kitchen and pulled out two coils of rope and a gag from one of the drawers. He was always prepared. Tucking them in his pocket, he went back to the phone and pretended to dial, little Tina watching him carefully.

"Yes. Mrs. Scott? My name is Dr. Brandt. I have a cabin across the lake from you. Yes. Your daughter Tina is here. What's that? Yes, Mrs. Scott. I'll rape your daughter. Yes? Thank you." He set the phone down and turned to Tina. As he hoped, she hadn't understood. She was smiling.

"Your mother will be right over. She wants me to rape you first."

"Rape me?", Tina asked.

"Yes, it's a lot of fun. How old are you Tina?"

"Five", Tina answered. "What's rape?"

His cock felt like it would explode after that. "Let me show you", he offered, unzipping his pants. His cock sprang straight out at Tina.

Her face suddenly went pale. "No!", she screamed, and tried to bolt. He caught her around the waist and shoved her back onto the couch. She screamed and he raised his hand to slap her. She cowered.

"Don't molest me", she begged.

"Has someone molested you before?", he asked.

Tina shook her head. "Please..."

He shoved her face down and yanked her hands behind her back. He bound them quickly and moved to tie her ankles. He couldn't resist fondling her legs first, however. Once her ankles were tied, he sat her up.

"I'm going to put this in your mouth!", he shouted, gripping his cock and shaking it in front of her face. "You will not bite it! You will suck it!"

Little girls did not suck cock well without practice, and even this excited, he only shoved the head in. Little Tina sucked. She was a good girl.

He came almost immediately. Grabbing the little girl's head, he held it there and demanded she swallow. She did. Satisfied, he yanked it out and gagged her as he had gagged Megan, then carried her into the room and threw her down on the bed. She was sobbing and squirming, and he couldn't resist fondling her.

When he'd had enough, he gave her the same round of shots Megan had first receieved, along with some of the behavior modification and bruise control solution. He didn't sedate her, however. He chose to let her simmer for a while in her own fear instead.

He locked the room behind him and headed downstairs, stopping the grab the beer bottle on the way.

1:15 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Megan lay quivering and sobbing on the table, her knees drawn up as far as the chains would allow. A fine sheen of sweat covered her young body. She'd managed to expel the dildo from her peehole, but the others remained in place.

Switching off the machine, Dr. Brandt removed the devices and gave her a quick checking. Her heart and pulse were racing, and her blood pressure was up, but none were high enough to be dangerous. Thus far, his experiments were working.

He raped her with the beer bottle for a time, bringing her to three seperate and very powerful orgasms. For the last, he let her take the lead, thrusting her hips onto the bottle. She would need sex now to relieve the awful itching in her cunt, thanks to the drug. At the same time, she would be terrified of it. That was fine with him.

He raped her himself after the beer bottle had done its work. She responded favorably, with a mix of terror and lust. Once her orgasm had passed, he gave her another shot, this one a temporary antidote to the sensitivity solution. He undid the cuffs and helped her off the table. After removing the much despied ball gag, he kissed her deeply on the mouth.

Megan, as usual, tried to squirm away, but he shoved her up against the table. Holding her up, he raped her again. Then he mad her blow him once more, then raped her again.

He finished by making her dress. He led her upstairs and put her in The Room with Tina. The other girl was still on the bed, crying. He tied Megan into the chair and went over to the other girl. He went over, took off the younger girl's gag, and raped her mouth again. When he was done, he gagged her and left the room.

6:07 p.m. Saturday, May 6

Tina proved to be an excellent cocksucker. Twice that afternoon he'd attacked her, each time forcing his cock further and further into her young mouth. She had picked the rhythm up better than Megan had, learning to suck and swallow without choking.

Now he was watching the news. The top story, for the second day in a row, was Megan's disappearance, but now the police were also looking for Tina Scott, aged 5. She'd come up from Florida with her parents for the weekend and had disappeared while going for a walk. According to the news, the police were searching the woods and the lake for any sign of her.

Dr. Brandt felt a moment of panic. They were bound to ask if she'd come here. He would lie, of course. And The Room was soundproof, so even if she screamed her head off, she'd never be heard. Of course, she was gagged. They both were. Unnecessary, but he much preferred it that way.

It wasn't too long after that when two police officers showed up at the door. Brandt, calm and cool, told them he had seen no sign of the girl, that he'd spent most of the day videotaping his will. He joked how he had spent hours trying to figure the camera out, setting both officers at ease. Once they left, he locked the door and sat down with a cold beer, hoping to still his nerves.

Before bed that night he untied the girls and allowed them to use the bathroom before sedating them. He resisted the urge to attack them, lest somebody suddenly show up.

He was pleased to see Megan put her arms around little Tina and hold her. Maternal instinct, he supposed, that all girls have. He ordered them both to remain quiet.

When he checked on them an hour later, they were both fast asleep. Megan had undid Tina's braid, letting her hair spill out, long and golden. He left the alone.

The following day he kept the girls sedated, raping Megan while she slept and fondling Tina. Outside the woods around the lake and the lake itself were crawling with searchers. The police came again, asking once more if he'd seen anything. He told them no.

All day, he was nervous. What if they wanted to search? Then he'd be in trouble. He could kill Tina and dump her body, but that wouldn't please him at all. No, he'd just have to wait it out.

Finally, he got a desparate idea. Plugging the phone into a special device that would block tracing and inserting an earpiece to deepen and inflect his voice, he put through a call to the police, claiming to have abducted both girls and that he would release them when he was ready, saying only that he had taken them out of the state. Then he hung up.

It must have worked, because by Sunday night the search was called off.

4:00 a.m. Monday, May 8

Frustration had gotten the better of him and now he was eager to start on young Tina. He woke both girls, ordering Megan to dress (Tina still had her clothes on) and braid Tina's hair as it had been—he liked it that way. Then he ordered Megan to remove her panties and play with herself while he stood Tina up and raped her mouth. Tina sucked him willingly while Megan masturbated.

Satisfied for the time, he tied up both girls and returned to the living room. He set up the camera and turned it on.

"Monday, May 8, 4:22 a.m. This will probably be my last entry. Today I will deliver Megan Reynolds, my test subject, to a group of buyers who have agreed to pay me for her if she were to survive my testing. I have proof now that my drug works on preteen girls. In the future I shall have to prove its worth on older girls. In the meantime, I have taken a new subject for my personal testing. Dr. Richard Brandt." He switched off the camera and took it down. First, he would deal with Tina. Then, he would get rid of Megan.

He'd miss her. She'd been good, but he quickly grew tired of a girl after the first few times. He needed Tina now, so fresh and innocent. What would become of Megan he didn't know or care. This afternoon, she would become someone else's sex slave.

He unlocked the door to The Room and gathered up Tina. Chuckling coldly to himself, he lifted her in his arms and carried her downstairs, to the basement...