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Then she began to cry. 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.