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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 5--MEGAN'S RAPE


        10:32 a.m. Friday, May 5

        It was too much to handle now.  Fueled by memories and the
        sight of half-naked Megan struggling and screaming in the
        chair, Dr. Brandt knew he had to enter this child and use
        her for all she was worth.

        He stripped away the last of her dress and tore her
        panties off, exposing her much prized virgin slit.  Lifting
        her out of the chair, he threw her down on the couch and
        dropped his pants.  Megan's eyes grew wide in terror as he
        maneuvered his long, thick cock over her tight puss and
        forced his way in.

        Megan's muffled screams were music to his ears.  He
        entered her quickly, felt the muscles of her cunt canal
        tighten around his cock.  He felt her hymen resist the
        intrusion, causing her more pain as he pushed and forced and
        pushed some more, the newly toughened hymen resisting the
        intrusion of his cock.  He wrapped his arms around her
        taut body and crushed her against him, pushing with all he
        had.  Finally her hymen broke.

        Megan screamed in abrupt agony and then her body went
        limp, wracked with sobs.  Her eyes remained wide with terror
        as he slammed in and out of her, hard as he could.  He
        wanted to hurt her, humiliate her, do to her as he had to
        all the other girls.  Make her pay for all the terrible
        things in his life.

        He began to slam in and out of her as hard as he could.
        Her seven year old pussy was tight around his cock, tight
        from being virginal and from fear.  He twisted her nipples
        between his fingers, causing her more pain.  Megan's body
        twisted and jerked under him, spasming with each thrust.  He
        shot his load deep into her and collapsed, panting, as she
        sobbed under him.

        When he felt ready, he attacked her again.  Megan resisted
        less this time.  He attacked her two more times after that,
        all within the space of an hour.  Each time, she resisted
        less, and by the last, she was starting to have the first
        stirrings of an orgasm.  Dr. Brandt was pleased.

        He finally got up from her, examining both his cock and
        her small slit.  Little girls usually bled a lot from their
        torn hymens and the extensive ripping of their young
        vaginal walls.  It was a sign his drug had worked.

        He left young Megan on the couch, her head turned toward
        him, tears spilling out of her eyes.  Her entire body was
        shaking and she was whimpering quietly.   He wanted to rape
        her again, but he was spent for the time.  Besides, he had
        more work to do.

        12:07 p.m. Friday, May 5

        Megan couldn't move.  It wasn't the ropes that held her,
        but her own body.  She was sore all over.  Her insides felt
        raw and bruised, and her middle burned terribly, and itched
        as well, almost pleasantly.

        At least she could breathe now.  With the man on top of
        her and his thing hurting her insides so bad, it had been so
        hard before.  She was scared she would die.  Now she was
        just scared.

        She hoped it was over and he'd take her home.  She wanted
        her mommy.  She wanted to be hugged and told it was alright
        and she knew her mommy would punish this bad man for hurting
        her.

        She looked at the man with his camera, talking to it.  He
        was saying, "Subject Megan responded most favorably to
        treatment.  I have raped her five times with no visible
        signs of injury to her vaginal tissue."  He walked over and
        looked at her.  His thing, so straight and stiff before, was
        soft now.  He touched her sore boobies, which were red and
        swollen.  "There is some swelling of the breast tissue
        resulting from severe twisting.  I will now proceed to rape
        Subject Megan anally to test the rectal tissues."

        He rolled Megan over on the couch.  Her face was shoved
        down into a pillow and it was hard to breathe.  He put a
        hand over her gagged mouth and turned her head.  It brought
        back the terrors of earlier, when he'd put that smelly cloth
        over her mouth.  She'd gotten so dizzy and then she fell
        asleep.  Then she woke up tied up.  That scared her the
        most.  She knew he was going to hurt her then.

        She felt him get on the couch.  His hands were on her rear
        end, then she felt something soft touch her little butthole.
         Megan tensed.  She knew it was his thing.  It felt like
        before, when he'd put it in her middle.  It had felt like a
        soft stick invading her.

        It felt that way now.  She tightened down more, but it
        just hurt.  She tried to relax a little, and the pain
        lessened some.  He wasn't pushing as hard now, and it
        started to feel sort of good, very ticklish, but in her
        middle.  He stopped, pulled back, and pushed again.  He
        started to go faster, and it started to hurt.  Megan began
        screaming.

        12:18 p.m. Friday, May 5

        The little girl's ass was tighter than her pussy and Dr.
        Brandt felt sure he had to be hurting her, perhaps severely.
         What most idiots didn't know was that raping a child's anus
        could rupture the rectum--a very serious problem.  You had
        to go slow.  And if you weren't careful, they'd panic so
        much their bowels would release.

        Fortunately, one side effect of the drug was that it
        constipated a victim.  Her intestines lacked the ability now
        to push.  Later, she'd have to go, but he'd already planned
        for that.  Now he simply enjoyed himself.

        Having come so much before, it took a long time now.  By
        the time he did, Megan's screams had softened to whimpers.
        She was sliding into shock, he realized, something he'd
        overlooked.  He decided to leave her be for the rest of the
        day, then.  He'd untie her and put her to bed.  Tomorrow
        he'd complete her rape, by having sex with her young mouth.

        He climbed off of her and checked for blood.  Nothing.
        Smiling, he turned to the camera.  "Subject Megan shows no
        sign of rectal injury.  I have overlooked shock in my
        considerations and am now forced to allow her to rest so
        that I may continue."  He switched off the camera and picked
        up Megan.  In The Room, he undid her gag and bonds and
        tucked her under the covers.  She asked for water and he
        gave her some.  Then she drifted off to sleep.

        He left the room and locked the door.  Throughout the rest
        of the day he administered her shots, including the red
        solution, S-3.  S-3 would cause Megan to continue to be
        afraid of him, regardless, but remain quite submissive.  It
        was a common thing for young girls to give in and even have
        feelings of love for their attackers, their loss of hope was
        often so great.  S-3 would prevent that.

        He also gave her two additional injections.  The first,
        simply called B-1, would rapidly heal any bruises or sore
        muscles her body had suffered; it would work within an hour
        after the injury was inflicted, and would also close and
        heal all cuts.  It was highly experimental, but he'd tested
        it on humans already and knew it worked.  The other
        injection was to keep shock, mental or physical, from
        settling in.  It too, was experimental, and was designated
        M-0.

        During the night he raped Megan while she slept, needing
        to get off again so he could sleep himself.  In sleep, she
        responded with an orgasm, a weak one at best, but that was
        to be understood, he decided.  A few more shots and she
        would start having multiple orgasms.

        Before bed, he gave himself an injection of a solution
        designed to increase his stamina.  It was a mixture of
        ginseng and other solutions, and would increase his ability
        to rape the girl as much as six to seven times in the space
        of an hour.  And he would.  He really would.

        End Chapter 5

                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND



                        CHAPTER 6--MEGAN'S TORTURE


        3:15 a.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        10:53 a.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

        Then he switched them on.

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

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

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

        11:23 a.m. Saturday, May 6

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


        11:35 a.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        12:53 p.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        "Rape me?", Tina asked.

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

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

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

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

        "Don't molest me", she begged.

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

        Tina shook her head.  "Please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

        1:15 p.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

        6:07 p.m. Saturday, May 6

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

        4:00 a.m. Monday, May 8

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

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

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

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

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

        End Chapter 6
From


                               NIGHTMARE

                               By BLACKWIND





                        CHAPTER 7--The Final Chapter

        Monday, 4:30 a.m.

        Dr. Brandt laid little Tina out on the padded table with the
        shock dildos and told her to be still.  Tina didn't move a
        muscle or even whimper.

        He untied the youngster's ankles and took her shorts
        and panties off.  He spread the girl's legs so they hung
        over the edges of the table, providing a clear view of her
        very tiny, very fresh and smooth slit.

        He then removed his own clothes and got up on the
        table.  Tina whimpered a little.  "You'll love this", he
        told her, putting his mouth over her bare slit.  The little
        girl gasped with pleasure and started to tremble.  She was
        far more sensitive than Megan had been, he noted.  He licked
        her with his tongue and she really began to moan, her little
        ass slipping back and forth over the vinyl pad.  Dr. Brandt
        held her hips so she couldn't move and continued to probe
        and suck her tender mound with his tongue.  Her little
        thighs quivered to either side of his head and she was
        gasping violently.  Suddenly she shuddered, letting out a
        low, soft moan.  A gush of sweet vaginal juices met his
        eager tongue and he hungrily lapped them up.

        By now his cock was rock hard and eager to fuck her
        young pussy.  He hoped it hurt a lot when he entered her.

        He pushed down on the little girl's thighs and moved
        his cock between her legs, pushing the head against the
        outer folds of her slit, then in.  She moaned again and
        again, until the head was against her hymen.  Pressing down
        as hard as he could, Dr. Brandt thrust his hips forward.

        Had he not been holding her, she might have flown off
        the table.  As it was, she screamed in terrible agony,
        because her hymen stretched but would not break.  He pulled
        back and thrust again, hurting her more but getting nowhere.
         Apparently his solutions had worked too well on Tina!

        The little girl's screams were loud now, and he slapped
        her hard across the face to shut her up.  Her scream ended
        abruptly and she lay there, sobbing.

        He had to think.  He had to break her hymen somehow,
        but his cock wasn't enough.  He was getting angry again as
        well, angry enough to take it out on her.  Yes, he would.
        He would hurt her as much as he could without killing her.


        No, he had to calm down or she'd be no fun.  He looked
        around the lab for something to use.  There were a number of
        clamps and things used for gynecological purposes and of
        course, scalpels.  He could open her lips and cut her hymen
        open.  But that would be too easy.

        Instead, he found something else.  It was a half a
        broomstick--one of the cruder tools he used in his rape.  It
        was too blunt to use without risking internally damaging
        her.  He could modify it, however, and he did, taking some
        tape and a nail from a nearby pile of junk.  He taped the
        nail to the end of the stick and that would do.  He applied
        the spreader clamp to Tina's cunt.  He had to adjust it to
        fit her, and then he spread her cunt open.  Tina moaned with
        pleasure.  That wouldn't last.

        Guiding the stick carefully, he slid it into her.  She
        started a little when the nail hit her hymen.  He gave it a
        gentle push, then a harder one.  This time she screamed.  He
        pulled the stick out and saw blood on the nail.  Good.  She
        was ready.

        He took the clamp off and got up again.  Tina was
        trembling violently.  He pinned the five year old's thighs
        down and thrust in again.  Her hymen stretched and then
        broke, joined with her most pained screams.  He was in now.

        He pumped furiously, his grunts of pleasure mixing with
        her screams.  She was the tightest girl he'd ever been in.
        Her cunt muscles were like a vice, clamping down hard around
        his cock.  Each thrust was so good, it almost hurt.  So
        tight, he spent himself in less than two minutes.

        He withdrew his cock, which made an audible pop! on the
        way out.  Tina was sobbing hysterically, her thighs and
        abdomen quivering from the pain.  He let her sob for a few
        minutes, then thrust into her again.

        He raped her viciously, pounding her hard so that her
        entire body jerked and shook.  Having already spent himself,
        he was able to go longer, long enough that she started to
        experience her first orgasm.  He continued the rape until
        she came, her entire body shuddering and convulsing
        delightfully....

                                  xxx
        Little Tina stared up at Dr. Brandt with glazed eyes, as he
        paused to shut and lock the cabin door.  The child was no
        longer bound or gagged, but so heavily drugged she was
        almost incapable of acting on her own.

        He smiled at her.  She was totally submissive now, his
        own little playtoy.  He'd even changed her look a bit,
        letting her hair fall free.  Gone were the clothes she'd
        come in, replaced by a light cotton short sleeve sun dress
        and white slippers.

        The past two weeks had been sheer delight.  He'd used
        every imaginable torture on the child to make her the way
        she was now.  She'd become quite attached to him, and he to
        her.  He would use her now, soliciting her as a living
        example of his handiwork.

        Taking the child's hand, he led her to the car.  It was
        a great day.  A great day indeed.

                                The End
