ENSLAVING MEGAN

BY IAGO

[ part 4 ]

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 torrents 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 grotesque 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. “