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Subject: Nightmare(5/7)(mf,pedo,bd,rape,sm)
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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