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

AUTHOR'S WARNING:  This files is rated XXX for sexual
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preteen girl.

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                               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





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  Msg#: 9008                                         Date: 07 Dec 94  02:07
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  Subj: Nightmare(2/7)(mf,pedo,bd,rape,sm)

From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC)



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 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 clealry, 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





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  Subj: Nightmare(3/7)(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
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                               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 hair 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

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                               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
        breifcase.  Inside, packing in heavy molded foam, were three
        small bottles of red, yellow and blue liquids.  There were
        also three seperate, fresh syringes for each.  He pulled out
        the yellow bottle and a syringe, carefully drawing out
        some of the fluid, then tapping the needle to rid it of any
        air.

        He'd roughly guessed the girl's weight at around sixty
        pounds, but wanted to be sure.  Flipping up the blankets, he
        examined under the bed, where a digital display glowed.
        Sixty two pounds.  He nodded.  Building a scale into the bed
        had been a good idea.

        Unlocking yet another drawer on the chest, he pulled out
        an alchohol swab and used it to swab down a small part of
        Megan's soft asscheek.  He much preffered giving shots in
        the rear for two reasons: it left less noticeable bruises
        and the drug usually moved faster.

        In only a few seconds he'd stuck the needle in and filled
        Megan with the solution, a powerful sedative that would keep
        her asleep for at least three hours.  The solution was
        adjusted to her body weight, and he felt sure it would work.
         Like nearly every drug he used, it was not licensed and its
        testing on humans was limited.

        He capped the syringe and tucked it into his pocket.
        Taking out the red bottle, he filled another syringe and
        stuck Megan with it.  This one was a special solution,
        designed to strengthen the walls of the anus and vagina,
        making them more resistant to tearing during forced
        intercourse.  It also, at the same time, increased the
        sensitivity of both areas by double.

        This solution was more permanent, though it had to be
        given in small doses over a twenty four hour period to work.
         The third bottle, the blue one, was very special, and he
        planned to use it later.  That one would modify her
        behavior.  So far, he'd yet to try it on a human.

        Which was at least half the reason Megan was here.

        He rolled the girl over and snapped a picture of her with
        a small disk camera in his pocket, then pulled out a small
        notebook and noted the time and date.  Almost tenderly he
        pulled her skirt down, kissed her soft young mouth, and
        checked her pulse.  Just fine.  Smiling, he gathered up his
        case and its vials and stepped out, locking the door behind
        him.

                                   xxx

        He felt much calmer now, but the excitement was there,
        just under the surface.  It was more than sexual; it was the
        realization of a dream.  Half brilliance, half madness.

        He hurried out to the car and gathered up the girl's books
        and umbrella.  Inside one book he found her name: Megan
        Reynolds.  This he jotted down, then hurried inside, where
        he burned the books in the fireplace.  He also stripped the
        covering off the umbrella and burned that too.  Megan
        wouldn't be needing them.

        The frame of the umbrella he carried down into the
        basement.  The place was set up like a workshop/lab, filled
        with laboratory equipment and two tables, one with straps
        and a thin mattress on it.  Various devices surrounded it
        all, devices meant to bring pain and pleasure.  These he
        would use on Megan, when he was ready.

        He tossed the umbrella frame into a pile of junk in one
        corner and headed back upstairs.  From one of the closets he
        withdrew a number of camcorders and hurried about, setting
        one up in each room, positioning it for the time as he felt
        it was needed.  Satisfied, he sat down to a light brunch.

        10:00 a.m. Friday, May 5

        Megan would wake up soon, and he wanted to be ready for
        that.   He stepped into The Room where she slept and
        withdrew yet another syringe from his pocket, this one
        filled with an amber liquid.  He rolled her over and stuck
        her with it, then drew her panties down and rolled her onto
        her back.  With her bare, tight slit in front of his face,
        he went down on her, licking and sucking.

        Even in her deep sleep, Megan responded, moaning and
        panting, her fresh cunt even more sensitized.  Under proper
        methods, he'd learned, it was possible to bring a little
        girl to orgasm as easily as any woman.  Thanks to the drug
        he'd just given her, she would have powerful, perhaps
        multiple, orgasms.  One dose was sufficient to last three
        days.

        He had a sister drug to that one, one which caused a
        mild, irritating pain to occur in the vagina during sex.  It
        was a torture tool, and when combined with the other drug,
        could drive a girl crazy.  Later, he would try using them
        together.

        He let up on Megan before she could cum, slipping her
        panties back in place.   He desperately wanted to rape this
        sweet child.  Mere sex wasn't enough.  He had to be in
        control, make her know that.

        Shaking, he lifted her and carried her out to the main
        room, seating her in a straight backed, wooden chair in
        front of one of the cameras.  He snapped a picture, then
        drew her slender wrists behind the chair and bound them
        together with a short length of soft cotton rope.  He took
        another picture, then wound another piece around her and the
        chair and chest level, effectively holding her up.  Another
        picture.  Then he adjusted her skirt and bent to tie her
        ankles.  Another picture, and then it was time to gag her.

        In his...practice, he rarely used ball gags or otherwise,
        except as part of torture.  He much preferred good old rope
        and a soft white handkerchief.  He studied her face for a
        moment, trying to decide what would look prettiest.  In her
        mouth or over it?  Under her hair or over it?  He finally
        settled for tying it over her mouth and over her hair.  When
        he was done, it was nestled just beneath her nose and above
        the bottom of her chin, giving her an air of helpless
        innocence.  Just the way he liked her.

        Not long after, Megan came around.  She moaned, blinked a
        few times, then raised her head.  Suddenly her eyes grew
        wide, but she didn't struggle.  She must have realized how
        useless it would be.

        He knelt down in front of her.  "I already know you name",
        he told her.  "How old are you?  Six?"  Megan shook her
        head.  "Seven?"  Megan nodded.  He patted her thigh.  Tears
        were forming in her eyes now, and she was clearly scared.
        He turned away before the excitement got the better of him,
        and switched the camera on.

        "Friday, May 5, 10:27 a.m., 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




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                               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 hymen's 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 whimering 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




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                               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 matress 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 matress 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 exhiliration 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

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From: an138013@anon.penet.fi (Thunder of TFC)




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 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.

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Contains: mf, pedo, bd, rape, anal

Note: This is just one of many stories I picked up over the years; I did not
write it.



     I'm sure that by now you're sick and tired of all these
     smug little notices authors of raunchy S&M and kiddie sex
     stories have been putting at the top of their files.  But
     just in case you aren't, here's another one:




                  WARNING!  WARNING!  WARNING!

         THIS STORY CONTAINS RAUNCHY S&M AND KIDDIE SEX
        IF YOU DON"T LIKE THIS SHIT, THEN DON'T READ IT!

                         END OF WARNING






           *** Naughty Little Girls Well Punished ***
                          by "The Bard"


                           - Part 1 -
                        "Package Pickup"

     I was supposed to meet Earl at midnight, at a location known
only as Drop #2, for, as he so succinctly put it, "sump'n spec'l",
and I was to be sure and bring the van.  The last time I had met
Earl at midnight he'd had a high class "society girl" hooker with
him.  She was bound and gagged in the trunk of his car.
     The little fool had tried to run out on Mr. Joshua, Earl's
mysterious boss, with the hundred grand she was supposed to be
delivering to the judge she'd been hired to screw.  In return for
the pussy and money the judge was going to rule in favor of some
controversial zoning changes Mr. Joshua wanted.  Of course, with so
much at stake, Mr. Joshua had taken the precaution of having her
tailed.
     Earl's instructions to me that night had been simple.  "Teach
the cunt a lesson she don't forget.  Only don't mark her up too bad
'cause the boss wants to sell her ass to an A-rab or to a Mexican
whorehouse or sump'n.  He says too many scars knock down the price,
if you know what I mean."
     What a memorable weekend that one had been.

     Drop #2 was in the warehouse district.  I pulled up to the
delivery door at exactly midnight and tapped the horn.  The door
rolled open and I drove inside.
     It was a big warehouse, piled high with crates and boxes on
all sides.  I pulled up into the only open area and parked next to
Earl's Caddy.  The door rolled closed behind me.  I got out of the
van.  Once Earl was sure it was me, he stepped out of the shadows
and grinned.  "Yo, Dave you lucky asshole.  I got sump'n sweet for
you this time.  Take a look at this shit."
     I followed him over to the trunk of the Caddy.  He pulled it
open with a flourish.  At first it just looked like a tangle of
blond hair and skinny arms and legs inside.  Gradually I sorted it
out until I could make out two bound and gagged females.  One of
them turned to look at me, her big blue eyes pleading.  I stepped
back in surprise.  "Jesus, Earl!  They're just kids."
     Earl nodded smugly.  "Yep.  Grade A prime pre-pube pussy.
That un's ten.  Her sister over there's eight."
     I gulped.  "What the hell do you want ME to do with them?"
     Earl managed to look innocent, a real trick for him.  "Oh,
your usual shit.  Their mamma got hard up and sold 'em to a rich
old geezer who likes fucking little kids.  Only they wouldn't
cooperate.  I hear the older one damn near bit his dick off.  So he
turns 'em over to his old buddy Mr. Joshua for a bit of softening
up.  Kids is a bit out'a the boss' line, so I suggest that maybe
you'd do the job for 'em.  What with your experience and all."
     I couldn't believe my ears.  "Y... You mean he wants me to
take them out to my place and... and..."
     Earl nodded.  "You got it.  Whip their little asses off.  Fuck
'em.  Suck 'em.  Stick dildos up their cunts and assholes.  Work
'em over with a cattle prod.  All your usual kinky shit.  Just
don't bust 'em up too bad 'cause the old geezer wants 'em back in
one piece."
     I looked back into the trunk, and saw pretty pixie faces and
big blue eyes and pug noses and slim young bodies and trim, tanned
limbs and waves of long cornsilk blond hair.  I imagined how they
would look naked, bent over the whipping horse or lying on the low
bench with their legs spread wide and cuffed back behind their
ears.  Suddenly my dick was as hard as rock.  I tried to hide my
rising interest.  "Uh... Well... I don't know Earl.  They're so
small I'd have to modify some of my equipment to handle them.  Plus
the extra risk..."
     Earl shrugged.  "No sweat.  The boss'll take care of you.
Just send him the bill.  Do a good job on these two and the old
geezer they belong to is gon'na owe him a BIG favor.  I heard he
was a state senator."
     "Figures," I said, shaking my head in amazement at the world
of business and politics.  "How long have I got?"
     "Week.  Two weeks.  A month.  Whatever it takes.  The old
boy's dick's got'ta heal up anyway.  He won't be interested in 'em
for quite a while yet."
     We stood looking down into the trunk, each lost in our own
thoughts.  The younger girl started squirming around and
whimpering.  Finally I said, "Ok, you've got a deal.  Give me a
hand loading them into the van."

     I carried the younger girl, whose name Earl told me was Lisa,
while he hauled her sister Debbie.  We laid them side by side on
the floor of the van.  They were dressed in matching outfits that
looked like girl's school uniforms, right down to the pleated plaid
skirts embroidered with the school crest.  I asked Earl about it.
     "Yeah, the old geezer had 'em made just for these two to wear.
He's even got this room in his house fixed up just like a
classroom.  Desks and blackboards and shit.  I guess he's got a
hard-on for schoolkids."
     "To each their own," I replied.  Moving into the van, I began
to carefully inspect each girl's bindings.
     Earl walked around so that he could watch through the open
back doors of the van.  Finally he asked, "What'cah doin'?"
     "Checking their bindings," I replied.  "It's a long drive out
to my place, and I want to make sure they're getting good enough
circulation for the trip.  I also want to be sure they can't wiggle
loose or slip their gags.  The last thing I need is for one of them
to start screaming her head off while I'm driving through town."
     Earl watched as I checked both girls.  I was surprised to see
that their bindings were expertly done.  Wide bands of surgical
tape around their ankles, calves, and thighs held their legs
securely but still allowed them to bend.  Arms crossed high behind
their backs and taped, each wrist to the opposite elbow, kept their
hands safely out of mischief.  Mouths stuffed with wadding and
sealed with more tape effectively silenced them.  They weren't
going anywhere.
     In order to examine the tape around their thighs I had to pull
each girl's skirt up.  Under them they were wearing plain white
cotton briefs, low cut and snug on their slim young hips.  I
checked Debbie first, then moved over to check little Lisa.  I saw
no particular reason to bother pulling either girl's skirt back
down.  They would get used to being naked soon enough.  I was
looking at Lisa's wrists when I heard Earl's voice behind me.  "She
sure is a cute little thing, ain't she."
     I looked back.  Earl was standing at the back of the van,
looking down at Debbie's bare legs and panty-clad little ass, while
his left hand was busy grabbing at the rapidly growing bulge in his
crotch.
     "Yes," I called back, "she is."  I continued my examination.
     A moment later he said, "I bet'cha you're glad old Earl
thought of his pal Dave when this job came up.  It's not every day
a guy gets a crack at a couple 'a cute little cunts like these two.
In fact, I bet you're REAL glad.  Right?"
     Earl was about as subtle as an earthquake.  With a sigh I
reached into my pocket, pulled out a long switchblade, and flicked
it open.  Thanks to Earl's early training, mostly in street gangs,
he jumped about a foot in the air at the sound of the blade
snapping open.  He came down in a crouch, a gun suddenly in his
fist.  Ignoring the gun, I slipped the blade between Debbie's
thighs and slit the top band of tape.  I then moved down to her
calves and slit the next band.  Pulling the strips of tape free, I
asked, "You want her sunny side up or over easy?"
     The lightbulb came on.  Earl straightened up.  The gun
disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.  He licked his
lips.  "Uh, over easy if it's all the same to you."
     Debbie whimpered pitifully as I rolled her onto her stomach.
Her eyes again pleaded with mine.  "Tough break, kid," I whispered
softly in her ear.  "Just try and relax.  It'll only hurt more if
you fight it."  She started to cry.
     There were several loose cushions in the van.  I grabbed one
and stuffed it under her hips.  "Hand me that bag," I said,
pointing to a large duffle bag at the back of the van.  Earl
crawled up next to me, pulling it with him.  It was heavy.  "What's
in this thing?" he grunted.  "Rocks?"
     "Supplies," I replied.  Rummaging around inside it I came up
with a packaged condom and a large tube of KY jelly.  I handed both
to Earl.  "She's going to be real tight back there.  Squirt at
least half this tube up her ass first.  Rub the rest of it into her
crack and on your dick.  Go in slow the first time so you don't rip
her in two.  Once you hit bottom she should be stretched enough so
that you can pull out and fuck her any way you want."
     Earl looked at the rubber dubiously.  "What's this for?"
     I sighed.  "She's just a kid, and probably a virgin back there
to boot.  Her asshole's going to be so tight that she'll peel the
skin right off your dick if you don't use something."  A good
story, but not totally true.  Actually I didn't trust Earl not to
be carrying some kind of dick rot, and if he did I didn't want it
spreading to the kid, and then to me.  But I wasn't going to tell
him that.  "Besides," I added with a smirk, "with that on you can
make it last lots longer."
     Earl looked dubious.  Finally he shrugged and said,  "You're
the boss.  What about her panties?  Should I just rip 'em off?"
     I shook my head.  "No, I need them in one piece.  Shove them
down to the tape around her ankles.  They won't get in your way.
     As soon as Earl grabbed her panties Debbie went wild.  She
bucked and squirmed and yelled into her gag, sounding for all the
world like a strangled wildcat.  He managed to get her panties
pulled down, but there was no way he was going to get her bottom
greased or get his dick up her ass.  He reared back to slap her,
but I grabbed his hand.  "No need for that.  You sit on her legs.
I'll hold her shoulders."
     With Earl planted none too gently on her calves, and me
sitting on her shoulders, all she could do was wriggle her ass and
cry.  I stuffed the pillow back under her hips and held out my
hand.  "Here, give me the tube.  I'll grease her while you get that
rubber on."

     Debbie's pert little ten year old ass was as small and round
and firm and cute as any I'd ever seen.  I started by squeezing
jelly out onto my finger and rubbing it into her crack.  The tip of
my finger found her tiny anus and probed.  She screeched liked a
scalded cat.  Damn she was tight.
     With the path prepared I forced the nozzle of the tube past
her sphincter and squeezed.  She gurgled hysterically as the cold
goo squirted up her ass and into her bowels, filling her
uncomfortably full.  I used almost the whole tube, enjoying her
sweet cries and the way her body shuddered under me as the KY jelly
flowed into her tight little rectum.  Finally I pulled it out and
tossed it back to Earl.  "Here, put the rest on your dick"
     By this time Earl had managed to get the rubber on.  He was so
excited that his dick stood out like a flagpole -- a very long and
thick flagpole.
     I was truly surprised.  I'd had no idea that ol' buddy Earl's
dick was so big.  Shit, he was damn near as big as I was, and my
college football nickname had been "The Galloping Stallion" both
for the way I ran and for more obvious reasons.  Poor little Debbie
was going to be in for a rough time of it.
     While Earl was busy coating his dick with the rest of the
jelly I let my hand slide back down to her ass.  I wanted to make
sure she was ready for her fucking, but mostly I wanted to stick my
finger back up her cute little butt.  She clutched helplessly as I
again searched out her tiny rectum, ignoring my advice just like I
knew she would.  I forced my middle finger slowly inside her, all
the way to the knuckle, loving the hot, buttery feel of her inner
walls.  She was so full of goo that if I wanted to I could let my
finger float free inside her, not touching her anywhere.  Earl's
dick would now doubt pack the stuff deep into her upper bowels.
     As I sat there on her shoulders, stroking my finger slowly in
and out of her pert little ass, listening to her sob in pain and
humiliation, I thought, "Get used to it, kid.  This is just the
beginning."

     I continued to hold Debbie's shoulders while Earl pried her
cheeks open with his thumbs and lined the head of his dick up with
her asshole.  I was glad she was gagged, because her shrieks would
have peeled the paint off the inside of the van otherwise.  He
shoved and shoved, grunting like a rutting boar.  Debbie screamed
wildly into her gag as her tiny sphincter was split wide open by
the head of his advancing prick.  Finally, with an almost audible
pop, he was inside her.  I rolled out of the way and he moved
forward to bring his full weight to bear.
     The poor kid was ass up over the pillow.  Earl had his knees
between her legs to keep her thighs apart.  Her bound ankles

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