Danish bestiality.
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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.