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 Nightmares

   by wetfly6969

   M+g, viol, rape, ped

   She thought her daughter was lying.

   Samantha woke in the morning crying, pulling the sheets over her head
and telling us she was going to throw up.  I pulled her out of the bed by
her feet and dragged her onto the hardwood floor.  The crying continued
through breakfast where she refused to eat.  The scene repeated itself for
weeks, over and over, like a bad movie stuck on rewind.

   How many times has a parent heard their child say their tummy aches and
they can't go to school?  I told Mary to just ignore it and we sent her off
to school anyway.  Her six-years-old daughter has a lot of anxiety issues,
is below average mentally and doesn't like school, so I was able to
convince her that's what it was.

   Then she started bed wetting and stopped eating, and her mommy alarm
went off.  Something wasn't right but she wasn't sure what to do about it.

   We had only lived together for about three months and everything seemed
to be going just fine.  I met Mary through a mutual friend and we hit it
off right away.  It wasn't long before we talked about moving in together
as it would be cheaper to do so and as an added bonus, there was sweet
little Samantha, her special needs daughter.

   "I don't believe you!" she screamed at the cringing young girl.  "I've
never heard anything so freakin' stupid my whole life!"

   We've been trying to get out of her exactly what the source of her
anxiety was and she kept repeating the same thing.  Each night monsters
comes into her room, take off her clothes and put their "thingies" into her
mouth, butt and her "privates".  The descriptions of the monsters vary, but
they have the same physical characteristics.  The bodies of men and the
faces of hideous creatures and night after night they come into her room
and rape her for hours.

   "If that was true, why don't you call out?" I asked her.  "Scream for
help?"

   "I do but no body comes to help me."

   "Samantha, our room is right down the hall from yours and if you
screamed, we would hear you and come help you but you don't scream." I
turned to Mary.  "Have you ever heard her scream at night?" She shook her
head.

   "Never."

   "I'll tell you what, Honey, tonight you sleep in our bed and we'll see
if the monsters come for you, okay?  And if they do, I'll be there to
protect you," I said smiling.

   ****

   She was visibly shaking, cowering under the blankets and crying the next
morning.  This stirred Mary who quickly yanked the blankets aside and saw
her young daughter a nervous wreck.  "What happened?" she asked noticing
the naked girl trembling and sobbing uncontrollably.

   There were whelps covering most of her body, red splotches, bruises and
scratches nearly everywhere you could see and her vagina was inflamed, red,
dark purple and green.  "They did it to me again," she sniveled, sobbing
hysterically.

   "How?" I asked sitting up looking at her boney form.  Samantha was
already pencil thin and now she wasn't eating so she was practically skin
and bones.  "We were both right here and we didn't see any monsters!"

   "They took me to my room and did those things to me!" I looked at Mary
rolling my eyes.

   "Samantha, we know you're lying.  No monsters could come in here last
night and take you without us waking up."

   "John, what happened to her then?" Mary asked surveying the physical
damage done to her daughter.  "This just doesn't happen for no reason."

   Reaching over I patted her leg.  "I know a great pediatrician that can
examine her and maybe tell us what's going on.  I'm a light sleeper and if
anyone or anything came into our bedroom last night, I would have woken up
so I'm pretty sure no one came in our room.  And if they could do these
things to her without waking us up, why take her into the other room and
then bring her back?  It just doesn't make sense."

   We cleaned her up the best we could and had her wear a long-sleeve shirt
to cover the marks and bruises before sending her to school.  These
nightmares she's having are causing a lot of stress on our relationship and
I mentioned this to Mary.

   "Maybe she doesn't like that you have a man in your life and I'm taking
you away from her so she's acting up," I suggested.  Mary nodded slightly.
It made sense.  They lived alone since she was born as the father didn't
want to have anything to do with her.  He even accused Mary of cheating on
him as he "couldn't have a retarded child."

   Dr.  Mark Elton was waiting when Samantha got home from school.  Mary
was happy that he could come on such a short notice and the fact he made
house calls was surprising.  He sat with her on the couch and had her get
comfortable.

   "I hear you're having bad dreams," he said smiling down at her.  "Can
you tell me about them?" For weeks we've been hearing the same story about
these imaginary monsters raping her repeatedly throughout the night leaving
her batter and abused as she cried out for help only to be left alone at
the mercy of these creatures.  I rolled my eyes and smiled at Mary as she
recanted the fable to my long-time friend.

   "My goodness, that's terrible," he said as she finished explaining the
encounter from last night.  "How many of these mean monsters were there?"
he asked keeping his voice soft and constant.  She shrugged her shoulder,
glancing towards the ground.  "Come on, Samantha, I'm sure you can tell me
how many.  Was it one or two?" She shook her head.  "More?" She nodded. 
"Can you guess how many monsters did this to you last night?"

   She glanced towards her mother for reassurance before looking back at
Mark.  "About a hundred."

   I couldn't help but chuckle at that.  Young children have no real sense
of quantities and the fact she's claiming a hundred monsters raped her last
night is just asinine.

   "You poor little thing," he said glancing my way with a frown as I
laughed.  "I want to examine you now, to see what those bad monsters did to
you.  Is that okay?" Looking towards Mary she agreed as Mark helped her
undress.  I was stunned when she was striped down to her panties.  The
early morning light hid most of the bruises but now I could clearly see how
bad they really were.  Some were older and faded but most were fresh and
dark.  A few of the scratches had traces of dried blood and the whelps were
still visible, though not as pronounced.  "They were very mean to you,
weren't they?" he asked turning her around to see her back.  She nodded.  I
hadn't seen her back and was shocked to see the whelps crossing her back as
if she had been beaten with a whip.

   Using a tongue depressor, he had her open her mouth and reported that
her throat was swollen and raw and appeared as if she had strep throat as
the glands were tender and inflamed.  Taking her vitals, he had her lay
down and slowly removed her panties, bringing her severally battered vagina
into view.

   The surrounding area appeared as if someone beat the hell out of her
with a meat tenderizer and even hours after the "assault" it was swollen
and bright red.  He poked and prodded her tender crack for a few minutes
before announcing to us that she wasn't a virgin.  Reaching into his bag,
he pulled out a large, metal object.  Mary's mouth dropped open.

   "Doctor, uh, what are you going to do with that?" she asked her eyes
wide with fear.

   "It's a speculum, I'll need to examine her vaginal canal for signs of
trauma," he said applying some Vaseline to it.

   "Isn't that too big for her?  I mean when I have an exam, that's the
same size they use for me and she's just a little girl."

   "Mary, may I call you Mary?  Girl's vaginas are surprisingly elastic and
with the right instruments, can be examined effectively and will return to
normal size after the exam.  They're extremely resilient," he looked at her
and saw her doubt.  "Mary, I AM a doctor and I know what I'm doing."

   I watched as he twisted and turned the duckbill shaped beak against her
small crack, stretching the tiny hole opened more than it should have been.
She cried out as he forced several inches into her and I held her hand,
trying to comfort her.  She squirmed, pushing herself away from him as more
disappeared inside her pussy.

   Tears were streaming down her face and her mouth was wide becoming
paralyzed, not moving.  "Shhh, don't cry," I urged.  The good Doctor has to
do this to make sure you're okay," I said.  He began clicking the handle,
expanding the bill and stretching her little pussy more than it's ever been
before.  She whimpered as the tool reached her maximum expandable limits.

   "Samantha's vagina is very inflamed, aggravated and purple," he declared
looking towards the two of us.  "Would you like to see?" he asked us.  Mary
seemed horrified by the question but I was curious and went to see.  He
thought the appearance was compatible with "extreme sexual abuse" and asked
who lived in the home.  When I explained that I was the only male living
there, he quickly discounted my involvement.  Besides, he reminded Mary,
Samantha claimed to be raped by monsters and I certainly wasn't a monster.

   Moving aside, he allowed me a better view of the inside of her tiny
vagina and I could even see the little sphincter opening of her uterus near
the back of her shallow cavern.  Even though it was inflamed, purple and
angry looking, it was a real treat to look at.  "It's a severe case of
Vaginitis."

   I just nodded, acting like I understood.

   "Is it possible she's doing this to herself for attention?" I asked
stepping away.

   "Yes, I suppose it's possible.  Or perhaps she's not doing it
deliberately.  It's possible when she enters REM sleep she goes into some
kind of trance or has seizers that cause these injuries."

   "But you agree with us that there are no monsters doing this, right?" He
smiled, stifling a laugh.

   "Oh, I'm pretty sure there's no such thing as monsters.  It's her over
active imagination manifesting itself into these fictitious creatures.  I'm
sure over time she'll out grow these fantasies of hers and everything will
return to normal."

   "Doctor, what about all the bruises and everything on her.  And the fact
she's not a virgin?  You can't tell me nothing is happening to her at
night!" Mary spoke.

   "I'm not saying nothing is happening to her at night.  Something
definitely IS happening to her at night but I don't think it's something to
worry about.  She'll out grow this faze soon," he said packing all his
instruments into his bag.  "She could have broken her hymen long ago
learning to ride a bike or perhaps she's going through a self-mutilation
phase.  Who knows?"

   "What if our house is haunted?  What if it's like ghosts or something
doing this to her?  Or the devil?" she added.

   "Mary, I don't want you to play into her fears, it will only make things
worse.  Just try and comfort her whenever she comes to you with one of her
wild stories about being raped by monsters and soon she'll be sleeping like
a baby throughout the night.  But it's very important that you don't play
into these stories.  The longer you drag them out, the longer they'll
continue.  I've got a mild sedative to give her before bed time to help her
sleep.  That should end these pretend attacks."

   He handed the bottle to Mary and she sat with Samantha, looking at her
with suspicion while I walked him to the door.

   "Thanks, Mark," I said opening the door.  "Do you think she'll believe
it?" He turned to watch Mary helping Samantha dress.

   "I think she's very confused right now, but with you helping her, she'll
learn to believe everything."

   "Do you have any more of that stuff, what did you call it, G something?"

   "It's GHB, why?  You should still have enough."

   "I just want to make sure Mary's fast asleep before tonight's
festivities start." Both men smiled.

   "I think tonight I'll wear my Ronald Regan mask," Mark said stepping
outside.  "That face should scare just about anyone."

   "I'm sticking with the Freddy Krueger mask.  She really freaks out when
I wear that one!" The pair laughed before shaking hands.  "Oh, and spread
the word for the guys not to be so rough on her tonight, I don't want Mary
getting too upset over this."

   "I will."

   "And can you bring that spreader-thingy, I'd like to see how wide we can
stretch her." Mark nodded, smiling.

   "See you tonight, same time," he added before walking away whistling.

   ~ the end

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