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Contains: mf,pedo,bd,rape,drugs,S&M

AUTHOR'S WARNING:  This files is rated XXX for sexual
and violence content.  It depicts the graphic rape of a
preteen 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.


                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND


                       CHAPTER 1--THE BEGINNING



        7:00 a.m.  Friday, May 5

        Megan Reynolds got up for school as she did every
        morning, ahead of the alarm clock and her mother's urging.
        Megan was a good girl, the very picture of innocence at the
        tender age of 7.  Her long, dark red hair fell almost to her
        slender waste, framing her pretty young face with its button
        nose and clear blue eyes.  Her smile was the smile of a
        happy, innocent, well-adjusted little girl.

        She slipped off her nightgown and went to her dresser
        to get her clothes.  She didn't stop to look at her slim,
        four foot three inch frame in the mirror, with her tiny pink
        nipples and hairless, smooth pussy.  Megan could not know
        that her pink nipples and hairless pussy would soon become
        the center of attention.

        Megan selected a pair of clean white coton panties with
        little daisies on them from her drawer and slipped them on.
        She pulled on a pair of low white socks next, then slipped a
        short sleeve dark blue dress with flower patterns on it over
        her, affixing the small sewn in belt around the waist.  The
        dress offered an excellent view of her shapely young legs,
        as it fell to only the middle of her slim thighs.

        After putting a pair of patent leather black buckle
        shoes on her feet, she hurried into the bathroom to brush
        out her hair and add a couple of barettes to keep it back.
        She played with her earlobes, wishing she could wear
        earrings. Her mom said no, she was too young yet.

        Back to her room so she could pick up her schoolbooks,
        then off to breakfast.  She ate her cereal and washed it
        down with some milk, the kissed her mother and father
        good-bye.

        "I'm going over to Ashley's after school, mommy", she
        told her mother.

        "Take an umbrella.  It's raining", her mother told her.

        Megan grabbed an umbrella on the way out and skipped
        down the block to her best friend Ashley's house.  Ashley
        was seven, like Mindy, with long blonde hair and was also
        very cute.  Ashley's mom met her at the door.

        "Ashley's sick today, honey", her mother said.  "You
        can stop over after school to see her if you want."

        "Okay.  Tell her I hope she feels better", Megan
        called, and skipped off.

        It was only four blocks to school, a distance Megan
        traveled every morning, usually with Mindy.  But today Megan
        would not get that far.  Indeed, little Megan would never
        get to school.


        7:35 a.m.

        He looked calm, but hardly felt that way.  His hands
        thrummed nervously on the steering wheel as he waited.  He
        had chosen the street purposely because all the houses were
        either abandoned or occupied by low-income types who slept
        all day.  He also knew that the young girls often came this
        way.

        He'd watched them for weeks now.  Sometimes they came
        in pairs or groups, sometimes alone.  He wanted to get one
        alone, lure her in or get her close enough.  Then...oh yes,
        then!

        Suddenly, he spotted her.  There were no other cars on
        the street--fortune was smiling at him.  Forcing himself to
        stay calm, he shifted into drive.

        She was young, pretty--he'd seen her before, a gorgeous
        little redhead.  Shapely legs, a slim figure, the way he
        liked them.  And young.  Especially young.

        Smiling, he pulled up alongside the curb.

        5:00 p.m.  Friday, May 5


        Mrs. Reynolds glanced at the clock and then the dinner
        table, then to the phone.  Megan knew to be home by dinner,
        or at least call.  She was always such a good girl.  Always
        on time, always polite.

        Deciding maybe she'd gotten carried away playing and
        lost track of the time, she picked up the phone and dialed
        the Carter's house.  After two rings Mrs. Carter picked up.

        "Bev?  Hi, it's June.  Is Megan there?"

        "No June.  I expected her to stop by tonight after
        school, but she never did.  Ashley's been sick all day
        and--"

        "Did you see her this morning?", June asked.

        "Yes, about her usual time.  Why?"

        "She's late for dinner.  I'll try her other friends."

        A frantic fifteen minutes later, June was dialing the
        police.  She'd tried all of Ashley's friends and even the
        school, to no avail.  She was beginning to fear the worst.

        Living in a small town like Harper's Falls, June never
        felt she had to fear the usual things most people did. She'd
        told Megan maybe once not to talk to strangers, a few years
        back.  The town was simply too friendly and she felt too
        safe to worry.

        Now she was.  After giving a description of Ashley to
        the officer on the line, she had to sit and wait for another
        officer to come over and take a statement.  He arrived not
        five minutes later.  He was young, with acne still on his
        face, and hardly looked a day past nineteen.

        "Alright, ma'am, I need a full description", he said in
        a very businesslike tone.

        "She's 7, four feet three inches and about sixty
        pounds, with waist length red hair and blue eyes.  She had
        on a short sleeved dark blue dress with a floral pattern,
        white ankle socks and black buckle shoes.  She was carrying
        a pink umbrella."

        The officer jotted it all down.  "You looked around for
        her?  You know how kids are", he said.

        "Yes!", June almost shouted.  "It isn't like Megan to
        not call if she's going to be late.  I'm afraid..."

        "Yep, looks like a kidnapping", the young officer said.
        "Some pervert probably snatched her off the street, tied her
        up and he's raping her.  We'll probably find her dead in a
        field someplace."

        June blinked a couple of times.  Had he actually just
        said that?  Weren't police supposed to be sympathetic and
        understanding?

        "Excuse me, but this is my daughter we're talking about
        here!", June screamed.

        "Yes ma'am", the young officer sighed.  "And we'll look
        for her, I promise."  He touched the brim of his hat and
        walked out.  June remained where she was, gaping.

        5:43 pm. Friday, May 5

        Officer Brig climbed into his cruiser and radioed in
        the information, a sick smile crossing his face.  He'd loved
        the look on the woman's face, enjoyed it.  It was one reason
        he'd become a cop.  Being a born sadist, he just loved to
        upset people.

        Personally, he figured they'd never find the girl.  If
        they did, she'd be dead anyway.  The idea of it turned him
        on, a lot.  Brig was not just a sadist, but a pedophile,
        too.  In his opinion, little girls were just sex toys, meant
        to be used and thrown away.  By thrown away, he meant
        killing them.  Brig loved snuff films for that reason.  He'd
        yet to kill a kid himself, but he'd raped his share of
        little girls.  He was one mean bastard.

        He was about to pull out when June rushed out with a
        photo.  "Here.  It was taken last week", she said, handing
        it to him through his partly open window.  Brig took it with
        a nod and examined it.  What he saw turned him on.  Megan
        was wearing a short sleeved white dress in it, and the skirt
        was short enough to see lots of thigh.  If you looked
        closely, you could see up her skirt.  That gave him a raging
        hardon.  He needed to let it off.  Yeah, tonight he'd do
        just that.  He got off duty in a hour.  Then he'd go hunt up
        a little girl, maybe just like Megan.  He'd play bad cop and
        use her like a rag doll.  Of course, he wouldn't do it here.
         The city was nearby.  He'd go there.  Nobody'd notice.
        Nobody ever did.

        7:01 p.m. Friday, May 5

        The house was filled with people.  All of June's and
        Bill's friends had come over to help out anyway they could.
        An FBI agent and an officer from the state police were
        there, as well as an officer from the Harper's Falls police
        department.  None of them talked like Officer Brigs.  June
        was glad for that.  At the same time, she didn't mention
        Brig's behavior.

        The police had canvassed the neighborhood, and along
        with volunteers, had spent the last two hours searching, but
        there was no sign of Megan.  One man--someone the police
        called "hardly credible"--had reported seeing Megan talking
        a man in a burgundy car.  There had been a few sick prank
        calls, none of which checked out, from people wanting ransom
        for Megan.

        All the while June was thinking about her own
        childhood. How one day she had been lured into a car by "a
        nice man" and his "wife" who had tied her up and used her
        preteen body for sex before finally letting her go.  It
        bothered her she'd never considered it could happen here....

        End Chapter 1

                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND


                       CHAPTER 2--THE KIDNAPPING


        7:38 a.m.  Friday, May 5


        It wasn't raining hard, but Megan kept her umbrella up anyway
        as she skipped along the sidewalk on her way to school.  She
        wished Ashley were there to talk to.

        As she turned the corner, a big, burgundy car, like her
        daddy drove, pulled onto the street and up to the curb.  The
        passenger door beside her opened.

        "Excuse me", called the driver, and Megan stopped
        politely.  He looked like a nice man, pretty old though.
        His hair was gray and his face was wrinkled, but he was
        smiling and his gray eyes looked friendly.

        "I was wondering if you might like a ride to school.
        I'm going that way to see my niece", he said to her.  "You
        could show me the way."

        Megan thought it over.  It was starting to get windy,
        and the umbrella couldn't keep all the rain out.  Yet she
        had heard you shouldn't get in cars with strangers.

        "Um, it's not far, just two blocks up", she said.

        "Why don't you get in and show me?", the man offered.
        "I'll give you some candy."

        "I'd better not", Megan sighed.

        Suddenly the man looked angry.  He slid across the seat
        toward her.  "Get in", he snapped.

        Megan stood there, frozen, as he started to slide
        closer to her.


        7:30 p.m. Friday, May 5

        Officer Brigs was off duty and out of uniform, but he
        still had his badge and cuffs.  He also had his gun--a
        small, unregistered pistol he figured he might need tonight.
        He wanted cunt, and young cunt at that.

        Driving the thirty miles from Harper's Ferry to the
        nearby city of Carlton, he'd fantasized about what was
        probably happening to little Megan Reynolds.  He imagined
        some stranger tearing the girl's short blue dress off of her
        young body and slamming his cock hard into her tiny body.
        He almost came just thinking about it.

        He hunted in Carlton about once a month, frequenting
        playgrounds and one of the two shopping malls, looking for
        young meat.  He'd gotten mostly girls in their early teens
        so far, with a sprinkling of younger girls thrown in.
        Carlton was a big place but one of the poorer cities, so it
        wasn't unusual that a girl should be raped and couldn't
        remember who'd attacked her (he always made sure she
        couldn't, one way or another).

        Tonight he was frequenting the playground near the
        elementary school.  The rain had kept most of the kids away,
        but a few boys were playing basketball and a couple of young
        girls were on the merry-go-round.  Those two he had his eyes
        on.

        Both were young, about nine or ten.  One wore jeans and
        a sweater, and had light brown hair; the other wore a
        checkered skirt and a white blouse with a red sweater, with
        short white socks and black leather shoes.  She had long,
        straight, dark brown hair and a serious face.

        Eventually the light-haired girl got up and left,
        opposite where he was.  The boys left, too.  As soon as they
        were gone, he got out and approached the girl.

        "Hi", he said, very pleasantly.  "What's your name?"

        "Kelly", the girl answered.

        "How old are you, Kelly?"

        "Ten", she answered.

        "Something wrong?"

        "No."  She didn't want to talk much.  So he pulled out
        his badge.  Her eyes grew wide.  "Am I in trouble?"

        "Yes you are.  You're out after curfew.  Now come over
        here."

        Kelly walked over.  "Am I in trouble for this, too?",
        she asked, handing him a note.  There was something on it
        about her talking in class.  He stuffed the note in his
        pocket and said yes.

        Kelly, who stood only as high as his waist, looked at
        him nervously.  "If my mom finds out, she'll kill me", she
        whimpered.

        "Then maybe she won't", Brig said.  This was what he
        needed.  "Now put your hands behind your back."

        Kelly put her hands back and Brig snapped the cuffs on
        her small wrists.  It felt incredibly satisfying.  He led
        her to the car and helped her in.  Now it was time to have
        some fun.

        11:45 p.m.  Friday, May 5

        June lay awake in bed, worrying about Megan and
        remembering how she had been, as a little girl, abducted and
        raped.

        She was eleven when it happened.  That was 1975.  June
        had grown up in a quiet suburb of Cleveland.  She was the
        youngest and smallest of five children, being only a tiny 4'
        3" as Megan was now and just shy of sixty pounds.  Her hair
        then had been long, to about the middle of her back, and
        dark red like Megan's.  Her eyes were hazel--Megan got her
        blue eyes from her father.

        The day it happened, she could remember clearly, had
        been overcast and warm.  She could even remember her
        clothes: a pink t-shirt with the words "Palm Springs" on
        front, a pair of white shorts with little bows on the peaked
        sides and white tennis sneakers.  She'd been shopping with her
        mother and had gone off to look at dolls when a young woman
        had approached her.

        "Hi!  My husband and I are kind of lost, and we were
        wondering if maybe you could help us out", she'd said.  She
        was an attractive, tall woman with short blonde hair,
        dressed in bell-bottom jeans a halter top.  June had said
        sure, she could help....

                                  xxx

        "Our car is right over here", the woman said, leading
        June by the hand to a small silver car parked out at the
        edge of the lot.  She could see a young man with wavy brown
        hair, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, sitting in the
        driver's seat.  He gave her a friendly smile as she got in
        with the woman.

        "So, where you do want to go?", June asked.

        "Someplace we can fuck you", the man said, still
        smiling.

        June didn't know what that meant.  "I don't
        understand."

        The man put his hand on her bare thigh.  "You will."
        He looked at his wife.  "She's cute.  Sexy.  Good pick."

        "Thanks", the woman had laughed, and suddenly her hand
        was over June's mouth.  June had struggled for a few
        seconds, then stopped when the man shoved his hand between
        her legs.  It felt good and scared her at the same time.

        By then they'd started driving.  The man told June
        "we're going to fuck your mouth, your cunt, your ass" and
        the woman had felt her as the man did.  About ten minutes
        later they'd pulled into a two-port garage where another car
        waited.  The man told June "we're going to tie you up now,
        be good" and June started to cry.  It didn't help.  She was
        taken out of the car and told to stand still, the woman's
        hand still on her mouth, while the man picked up some
        rope...

        7:42 a.m. Friday, May 5

        Thinking she'd done something wrong, Megan quickly got
        into the car.  Immediately the man was friendly.  He tossed
        her books and umbrella in the back seat and shut the door.
        "Thank you", he said.

        "For what?", Megan asked.

        "For making this so easy."

                                  xxx

        He turned away from the girl long enough to put more
        chloroform on the cloth tucked down next to his door, then
        turned back, shoving the cloth over her mouth and nose.  The
        little girl began to struggle, and he had to grab her head
        and hold her tight while she thrashed.  He loved every
        minute of it.  Slowly her struggles ceased, and very soon
        her pretty blue eyes closed.  He lowered her head into his
        lap and gazed over her longingly.

        She was so small and pretty, so sexy.  Her skirt had
        ridden up in her struggles, revealing more bare thigh and a
        hint of cotton panties.  He looked down at her face, so
        peaceful in unconsciousness.  He cheek was pressed against
        his throbbing cock.  Soon, she'd get him off.  Soon.

        He shifted the car into drive again and took off.  The
        chloroform would last an hour, tops, and he had to have her
        home and ready by then.   He would bind and gag her, of
        course, since it was only right, but there were other steps
        to get her ready.  He was going to do more than just rape
        this young child--he was going to steal her innocence, break
        her will, make her his, and then...

        He didn't think much about that.  Later, when he came
        to it.  In the meantime he just drove, clearing the town
        limits six minutes later, according to schedule, heading out
        onto the rural back roads to his cabin.  To the place he'd
        prepared for her, for her nightmare to begin.

        End Chapter 2


                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND


                       CHAPTER 3--JUNE'S STORY



        11:51 p.m. Friday, May 5

        As June lay awake remembering, more of her awful memories
        unfolded...

                                  xxx

        June stood very still as the man approached with the
        rope.  The woman's hand fell away from June's mouth but she
        was too scared to scream.  Suddenly she felt her wrists
        being pulled together, and the man went around behind her,
        and she could feel him tying them.

        "How old are you?", the woman asked.

        "Eleven", June answered.

        "Virgin", the man said.  "What's your name?"

        "June."

        A strip of cloth was pulled between her teeth.  She
        could feel them knotting it behind her head.  She felt the
        man's, then the woman's hands move down her legs.  More rope
        was tied around her ankles.  "Alright, take her", she heard
        the man said.

        The woman lifted June easily and put her in the front
        seat of the silver car.  The man got into the driver's seat
        of the other, which was dark blue.  The woman got into the
        driver's seat of the silver one and pulled June's head down
        into her lap.

        "I think we'll have a lot of fun with you", the woman
        said, stroking June's cheek.  She started the car and backed
        out.  "Bob just loves to have his cock sucked and I know
        you'll do it really good.  Then you're going to eat my cunt
        and love it."

        She didn't say much after that.  After about ten
        minutes June was allowed to sit up.  They were leaving the
        suburbs for the country.  She recognized some of the route;
        it led to a small, private lake that her family sometimes
        went to in the summer.  They'd been there just last week.
        It was quiet, and nobody bothered you there.

        June cried the whole time.  She didn't like the ropes
        that made her helpless or the gag in her mouth.  She looked
        down at her bare thighs, pressed together, at the ropes
        around her slender ankles.  She remembered the man and woman
        touching her legs, and felt lightly excited.  Maybe that was
        all they would do.  It wasn't so bad.

        The woman reached over to stroke June's hair.  "You've got
        great hair.  Such a pretty face."  She stroked June's thigh.
         The little girl squirmed.  She did kind of like that.  The
        woman's hand moved up between her legs.  June liked that a
        lot more, but she was still scared.

        She wondered what they were going to do with her.  She
        wondered what her mother would be thinking, probably
        searching the entire store for her now.  She suddenly
        wondered if ever she'd see her mother again.

        The woman turned the car onto the road that circled the
        lake.  She drove for about a minute, then turned down
        another driveway.  At the end was a locked gate, just like
        at her family's cabin.  The woman got out and locked the
        gate, then got back in and drove them through.

        They stopped in front of a cabin encircled by trees.  June
        was still crying, and as the woman shut off the engine, she
        turned to the little girl and grabbed a handful of her hair,
        yanking it so hard June cried out.

        "Stop crying!", she snapped.  "You can cry later!  We
        haven't even done it yet!"  June tried to stop crying, but
        it was too difficult, especially when the woman gave her
        hair another sharp tug.

        Just then the man pulled in.  The woman let go of June's
        hair and put on a smile.  "Oh goody.  Bob's here.  Now we
        can get started."

        The man, Bob, opened the door and lifted little June out.
        Flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, he
        carried her inside.

        From her upside down position, blurred by tears, June
        could see the cabin was not much different from the one her
        parents owned.  One floor, with a huge living/room kitchen
        with a big hearth, a sofa, and some chairs.  The man dropped
        June into a sitting position on the sofa and stepped back.
        The woman produced a camera from over the mantel and began
        snapping photos of the girl.

        "Enough", the man told her.  "It's time little June Bug
        here learns to fuck."

        The woman nodded and bent down to untie June's ankles.
        June wondered what the man meant by "learn to fuck."  Her
        tears had quieted by now, curiosity giving way to her fear.

        The woman helped her up and pulled her across the room.
        The man sat down on the sofa and June was turned to face
        him.  He watched her as he undid the button of his jeans and
        unzipped his fly, pushing first the jeans and then his
        underwear down a little, letting his thing pop out.

        June's eyes grew wide.  She'd seen one of those before,
        when she'd accidentally seen her older brother getting out
        of the shower.  Only this one was longer and thicker than
        her brothers and there was more hair around the base,
        peeking out of his undershorts.  He motioned her over with a
        sick smile on his face.

        The woman grabbed her neck and pushed her over to the man,
        forcing June to her knees between his spread legs.  The man
        reached out and pried the gag out of June's mouth.

        She stared at his thing for a second.  It was so long and
        thick and veiny, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat.
        She could smell his man smell and saw a glistening drop of
        something at the top of it.

        Suddenly the woman shoved June forward.  The man guided
        the thing right into June's open mouth.  The little girl
        choked as she was shoved onto it and it hit the back of her
        throat.

        "Let her up a little", the man said.  The woman let up,
        and June stopped choking.  The thing filled her whole mouth,
        stretching her lips to the limits.  She wanted to bite down
        but was afraid.

        "Suck my cock, like a lollipop", the man told her.  "Do
        it!"

        June had a hard time imagining it as a lollipop and a
        harder time sucking it.  It was too big.  At least the woman
        helped, moving her head up and down.  She hated it anyway,
        but couldn't cry.  It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

        "No good", the man moaned.  "Let her suck my head, Linda.
        Let her suck my head!"

        The woman pulled June up until only the narrow top of her
        the man's thing--cock, she knew now--was in her young mouth.
         She sucked at it fiercely, and began to cry, now that she
        could breathe more easily.

        "Stop crying", Linda hissed, but June couldn't.

        The man was moaning now.  "Oh yeah, baby, June Bug is
        great", he was saying.  "Ooooh, yeah."  He put his hand on
        June's head.  "Yeah, that's it.  Fuckin' yeah!"

        "Can I lick you clean when she's done, baby?", Linda
        asked.  "Can I?"

        "Shut up, cunt!  I'm coming!"  June felt his cock swell in
        her mouth.  He shoved her down, choking her, and something
        thick and warm came out and filled her throat.  She choked
        and gagged, trying to swallow it.  It just kept coming.  She
        was almost ready to pass out when it finally stopped and the
        man pushed her away.

        June rocked back on her knees, sobbing.  Through a haze of
        tears she could see the woman snapping pictures.  Then the
        man grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back
        to his cock.  "Lick me off!", he demanded.

        Sobbing and shaking, June licked the length of his shaft
        with his hand guiding the whole way.  He made her lick and
        kiss the top again.  He shoved her back to the woman, who
        got down on her knees and sealed her mouth over the little
        girls.  June gagged as the woman's tongue shoved into her
        mouth, licking and darting everywhere.  Then she was pushed
        back to the man, who did the same thing.

        "It's my turn!", the woman yelled.  The man let go of June
        and she could see the woman was on the couch, pulling off
        her jeans and panties.  A thick, tufted patch of blonde hair
        was between her legs.  June saw it and thought of her own
        slit.  Her's had no hair.  Was this woman's different?

        She soon found out.  The man forced her down between the
        woman's spread legs and shoved June's face into the woman's
        wet muff.  She gagged on the fishy smell that filled her
        nose.  The taste wasn't much better and June felt sick.

        "Lick me, suck me!", the woman demanded.  "Eat my fucking
        cunt, you little whore!"

        June stuck out her tongue and licked.  She couldn't see
        anything because her eyes were shut, but she could feel the
        soft insides of the woman's hairy slit with her tongue, taste
        the bitterness of her juices.  She tried to squirm away, but
        the man's hand was pushing her down too hard, and she had to
        lick.

        It was hard to breathe.  June got sicker and sicker and
        pretty soon she felt like she was going to pass out.  Just
        as she was about to the woman let out a scream and a gush of
        smelly, bitter wetness filled June's mouth.  She choked it
        down and pushed back as hard as she could.

        "I can't breathe!", she screamed, bursting into loud sobs.
         The gag was shoved back into her mouth, muffling her.

        "Give her here", the woman demanded.  June was pushed into
        the woman's arms.  While the woman held her tight with one
        arm, she jerked June's head up with her other hand.  She
        looked pissed.

        "Don't you ever, ever, scream like that!", she snapped.
        "You'll eat my cunt and like it!"  She slapped June on the
        cheek, not hard, but enough to sting.  "Got that?"

        June nodded.  It was all so hard to understand for an
        eleven year old.  So hard.

                                   xxx

        She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a
        nearby bedroom.  The man threw her down on the bed and
        slapped her ass, hard.  June let out a muffled shriek and
        began to sob even harder.

        "Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I
        come back, I don't want you crying!  You hear me?"

        June nodded.  She felt so scared and sick and humiliated,
        she didn't think she could stop.  On top of it all, she felt
        lonely.  She wanted her mommy.

        The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming
        the door behind him.  June lay there and sobbed, great
        wracking sobs that shook her whole body.  Eventually,
        though, she started to calm down.  She didn't want to have
        the man or the woman slap her again.

        As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room.
         Bob and Linda were doing something out there, and they
        seemed to like it.  Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it!  Yes!"

        June wished she could understand what was going on.  Why
        were they doing this to her?  She'd always been a good girl.
         She didn't deserve this.  She found herself thinking of her
        mother and father and her brother Mike, and wondering what
        they were thinking now.  She hoped she'd see them soon.

        An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and
        Bob came in.  Neither of them had any clothes on.  June
        found her eyes drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples
        stuck out, like huge bumps.  Her mother had bumps like that,
        but they were bigger.

        Linda had her camera, and took more pictures.  At the same
        time, Bob ran his hands over June's legs again.  She felt
        the same excitement, fluttering in her tummy and between her
        legs.  Bob put his hand up there, between her legs, and June
        felt the excitement grow.  Suddenly he took it away and
        pulled her shorts down and off, leaving only her white
        cotton panties.  Those he removed too.  He licked one finger
        and ran it over the crack of her tiny slit, sending tiny
        shivers of excitement through her.

        Linda pushed him out of the way and got up on the bed,
        spreading June's legs.  June watched the woman lower her
        mouth to her tiny slit, felt her spread it open.  June felt
        her woman's tongue slip inside, and the sensation was unlike
        anything she'd ever felt.  She squirmed and moaned a
        little.

        "Sensitive bitch", Bob noted.  He pulled June's t-shirt up
        and began to suck at her tiny pink nipples, which were by
        now quite erect and hard.  June felt another shiver of
        delight run through her eleven year old body as Bob's lips
        sucked at one nipple and stroked the other.  At the same
        time, Linda's tongue was making her sensitive middle grow
        hot and wet.  She began to squirm more, enjoying this for
        the first time.

        Bob began to kiss down her belly, licking at her navel and
        then kissing her soft, slender neck.  Each kiss, each dart
        of Linda's tongue, made June grow hotter and wetter.  She
        was moaning loudly now, feeling dizzy and excited at the
        same time.

        Suddenly Bob twisted one nipple and the excitement crashed
        over her.  She felt her middle contract, and hot wetness
        oozed out.  She felt Linda lick her juices as they flowed,
        giggling the whole time.

        "She's ready", Linda announced, stepping back.

        Bob got between June's spread legs, his hands on either
        side of her ribs with his thing pointed down, just above her
        slit.  She suddenly realized he was going to put it in her,
        and panicked.  It would never fit!

        She felt the head of his cock press against her slit,
        pushing hard.  At first, it felt good, but then as he slid
        it in, it started to hurt.  The farther he pushed, the more
        it hurt.  June tried to get away, but he was too far in now.
         She felt something inside her stretch, and the pain got
        worse.

        When the pain was its worst and tears were streaming down
        her cheeks, June felt the thing inside her give way and Bob
        pushed, hard, into the rest of her.  June's entire body
        spasmed with pain as Bob buried himself and pulled out, then
        buried it again.  He was grinning and loving it.  June
        cried, too exhausted to sob.  Bob pounded harder, faster,
        making it burn and hurt worse than before.  All of a sudden
        he stopped, reared up, and slammed down on her, and deep
        inside her young body she could feel him spilling his warm
        white goo.  It was the last thing June felt before she
        passed out.

        When she came to later, she found she was tied firmly to a
        tree, her mouth still gagged.  She wore nothing but her
        tennis sneakers; her t-shirt and shorts were gone.  It was
        starting to get dark, too.

        She struggled to get free, the ropes cutting into her
        tender flesh as she fought them.  Slowly, they began to
        give, and she was able to wriggle away.  It took a long
        time, however, and by the time she was free, it was already
        dark.  Sobbing with fear and shame, she made her way through
        the dark woods, trying to get her bearings.

        She kept expecting Bob or Linda to jump out at any moment
        and drag her back to the cabin for more hurting.  Luckily,
        it didn't happen that way.  She spotted lights through the
        trees and ran toward them.  It was another cabin.  An old
        man sat on the porch, smoking a pipe, while an old woman sat
        next to him, knitting.  June ran toward them, screaming...

        12:18 a.m. Saturday, May 8


        "June, honey, wake up."

        June rolled over, blinking in her sleep.  She saw Bill
        leaning over her, his face ashen with worry.  "Honey?"

        "A nightmare", June croaked.  Her throat felt terribly
        dry.  "Just a nightmare..."

        Then she began to cry.

End Chapter 3


                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND




                   CHAPTER 4--MEGAN'S NIGHTMARE BEGINS


        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
        briefcase.  Inside, packing in heavy molded foam, were three
        small bottles of red, yellow and blue liquids.  There were
        also three separate, 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 alcohol swab and used it to swab down a small part of
        Megan's soft asscheek.  He much prefferred 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., May 5.  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.

        End Chapter 4

