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Teddy Bear Rape

By Sexulot ( Toys, Rape, 1st, Anal )

>"What's your name?" I asked the little girl.

"Tina…..Tina Martin," she said in a pouting voice as she looked at me.

"How old are you?" I asked her with a smile, trying to make her feel comfortable.

"Seven," she snapped at me.

"Do you know why you are here?" I asked her.

"Mommy and Daddy think I'm crazy," she said, crossing her arms and looking down at her shoes.

I looked at her parents. "Is this true?" I asked them. They tried to explain, but I cut them off, looking at Tina.

"Why do they think you're crazy"" I asked her.

She looked at them. "I won't talk in front of them," she said in a huff.

I looked at her parents. "Please wait out in the office?" I asked. The mother started to protest, but the father made her leave.

"Okay, they're gone, will you tell me now?" I asked her.

She nodded. "They think I'm crazy because of what I told them," she said as she dangled her feet. I watched this little red-haired girl as he sat there. How could anyone think she was crazy?

"Would you tell me?" I asked.

She kept her head down and rolled her eyes up. She had the prettiest green eyes and looked at me. Then she raised her head. She had freckles that ran from below her eye, across her face and nose to the other eye. Just a strip of light freckles. She was a beautiful child.

She took a deep breath. "My teddy bears did nasty things to me," she said.

I looked at her. "What kind of nasty things?" I asked her.

She started to cry a little, and then she sniffed, "My Teddy bears grabbed me one night," she said.

"Go on," I said as I switched on the video recorder.

"The first time it happened I was asleep and Mr. Snuggles and BoBo grabbed my arms and held me down," she said as I listened.

"Then Mr. George, he's taller than me," she said, showing me with her hand, "grabbed my legs and pulled off my panties. I tried to yell, but BoBo covered my mouth," she said.

She paused for a second as she sniffed. "Then this big thing came out from Mr. George," she said as she pointed to her privates, "from here," she said.

She sniffed again. "Then he put it in my cunny," she said, her voice cracking. "It hurt so bad. Mr. George pulled me onto him as he laid on his back. I went to scream and BoBo covered my mouth and stuck something from him in my mouth," she said as tears ran down her face.

As I listened to this I was thinking, "Oh my god! She was raped! But raped by whom? So far two people, maybe three!"

She sniffed several times, "I could not scream and my cunny was hurting from Mr. George. Then Mr. Snuggles," she said with a pause, "Mr. Snuggles put something up my poop hole. It hurt so badly, I was praying I could die," she said, crying harder now.

"They kept pushing them in me. I couldn't do anything as they held me," she said, her eyes wide. As her mind drifted back to that day, I could see the fear building up in her eyes.

"They keep doing this nasty thing to me," she said. Then she stopped and just stared into nowhere. Then she slowly said, "Mr. George peed in my cunny three times," she said as she shook and paused before she continued.

"BoBo peed in my mouth," she started breathing harder. "I couldn't stop it. I had to swallow, I was choking," she screamed. Then her face went white and she looked like she was in a trance.

"Mr. Snuggles……Mr. Snuggles peed up my poop hole, and he kept doing it!" she said.

As I listened to this I realized I was getting turned on by her being raped - the thought of three men fucking and abusing her. I took a deep breath. "Then what?" I asked her.

"They let me go and went back to the corner and stayed." she said.

I looked at her and in a gentle voice I ask, "Do you have brothers?"

"Yes, I have two of them, Stan and Bobby."

I looked at her, and then at her papers. Her father's name was George.

"Was Mr. George named after your daddy?" I asked her. She nodded her head.

I called a nurse in and have her take Tina to get some food, and called only her mother in.

"Mrs. Martin, did you take her to a doctor when she told you this?" I asked her.

"No! My daughter told me she was raped by teddy bears!"

I then showed her the video.

"Children sometimes use familiar objects in their descriptions because they don't want to hurt the ones they love," I told her. Her face went white as she realized what I was getting at.

"I want you to have her checked. I'm not saying your husband or her brothers did it. But I truly believe she was raped," I told her.

"Of course Doctor," she said.

"I will see her every Monday. Children often use things that relate to them, their homes, toys she could have been raped anywhere," I explained. "This is a slow process. I don't want to cause any additional scares to her."

Her mother thanked me and got up to leave.

"I know this is hard, but please don't tell your husband. If it is him, he may hurt you and Tina." She agreed and left.

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