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NIGHTMARE 4 MEGAN'S NIGHTMARE BEGINS
BY BLACKWIND
[ part 4 ]
AUTHOR'S WARNING: 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.
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.
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.
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