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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.
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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 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.
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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."
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"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."