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Friday, August 17, 2012

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story_codes: MMMM+/g(8), first, anal, rape, CAUTION - violence

story_intro: After all of the prisoners in a psychiatric facilty for the criminally insane are set loose from their cells, they turn on the staff in vicious retribution. Then they discover Carrie, a little girl purposely dumped into their presence. While the girl's tormentor watches, the inmates play with their new sex toy.

story_language: English





The Test Subject

Written by madvlad


	Dr. Howard Jantzen reviewed the parameters for his experiment one last time before beginning the test. He ran his sweaty palms over his pant legs before returning to the computer keyboard. He smiled ruefully at the sweat stains now on his pants; the stigmata that told him that he was no more above the laws of basic human nature and response than his cruder test subjects.

	Jantzen was a senior criminal psychiatrist at the Flanders Institute, a high-security facility that housed the most dangerously psychotic criminals in America - or at least those currently in captivity. Jantzen had posited that those deemed criminally insane may in fact be the ones who were most stable in regard that they acted on their primal urges. Was it perhaps the rest of mankind who were deranged, subverting their actions and their very thoughts under the shallow veneer of being part of a "civilized" society?

	It was radical thinking, to be sure. The usual protests from within the scientific community (another civilized society, perhaps?) had erupted, but there were those who were intrigued by Jantzen's thesis. It would certainly turn the world of psychiatry upside down if it was shown that they were in fact treating the few sane people in ways to make them become insane.

	Debate was about to end as Jantzen was about to implement the next phase of his plan. He had already diluted the patients' sedatives and they should be "ready to rumble". As Jantzen typed in his next commands, he had two regrets. The first was that his graduate assistant, a promising young man named Stanley Singh, was out on the floor. The second was that Dr. Dorothy Heinrich, a cold-blooded bitch who had shown no interest in him whatsoever, had called off from work today.

	Stanley Singh started when he heard the loud snap of the cell bolts slamming open. They were remote-activated and he had been walking past the cell Ted Borland, or "T-Rex Teddy", as he had been dubbed by the press. There were no orderlies or security personnel nearby as the cell door was pushed open. Teddy came lumbering out, a giant of a man who loved to hold his screaming victims' necks in his freakishly strong jaws, tossing them back and forth until the flesh gave way. Then he would pounce and finish the job.

	The feral gleam in Teddy's eyes told Stanley that the open door was not the only problem - the patient was clearly no longer sedated, either. Stanley opened his mouth to say something, but Teddy's hand connected with his head before any sound emerged and then everything went black.

	Although the video monitors were recording the mayhem throughout the facility, Jantzen feverishly took notes. The male employees were attacked and dispatched with savage efficiency. Jantzen laughed as one of his colleagues, John Felder, was frantically pointing at a patient's file and yelling that the man was in jeopardy of reversing the progress he had made in therapy. The patient stomped Felder into a messy lump of pudding. 

	With the primal needs of vengeance and elimination of alpha males complete, the next urge many of the patients turned to was sex. Naturally, the women were less enthusiastic and resisted, screaming and clawing as they were raped. In their terror, most of the women never stopped fighting. This angered the patients, who grew even more violent as they dispatched their unwilling mates. Other women either submitted out of fear or as their minds shut down. The patients quickly became bored with them as well and killed them as well.

	Jantzen turned and went to his examination room for the next phase. The question was how these men would react to a female in heat; someone willing to be bred. And since one of society's greatest taboos was sex with a child, what better way to test this than with a little girl?

	Jantzen walked over to the bed where eight year-old Carrie lay naked and spread-eagle in the bed's restraints. Her brown eyes were red from crying and they looked at the doctor with absolute fear. Jantzen surveyed the girl's body; the chest undeveloped, the sex devoid of any hair and still with a childish plumpness. 

	Carrie had been a ridiculously easy snatch. Both of her parents had worked at the facility and would not be searching for their daughter after the patient release. Jantzen had directed some convicts whom he had counseled on parole to grab the girl on her way to school and bring her to him nearby. From there, it was easy to plop the bound girl in his trunk and casually drive onto the grounds.

	Carrie's father, an orderly, had acquitted himself rather well during the release, incapacitating or possibly killing one patient before he disappeared under a mass of angry patients. Carrie's mother, a nurse's aide, had been one of the fighters. After taking several men in her pussy and ass at the same time, the woman had been held in place by a man who was standing with his prick fully up her backside when Teddy, apparently unsatisfied with how she scratched his face while he was pounding her cunt, sank his teeth in her neck and shook her fiercely. Only a few shreds of muscle and sinew kept her head attached as she fell unseeing to the floor.

	Jantzen hadn't sedated Carrie as he wanted her to be fully responsive to her impending suitors. But he had injected her with powerful muscle relaxants in all of the right areas to hopefully let her stretch without any rapid fatal hemorrhaging. Some tearing was inevitable, but the doctor wanted this part of the experiment to last long enough for as many patients as possible to interact with his test subject.

	But the key was to make her physically ready in another way. Taking the first of five syringes, he fondled Carrie's pussy, making the girl struggle. Aiming carefully through the small opening of her hymen he placed the first four shots in various places inside Carrie's virgin sex. He took his time with the last one, manipulating her clitoris which, despite Carrie's fear, responded and stiffened. Pulling up on the hood, Jantzen sent the last needle directly into the child's clit, making her wail even louder.

	After fifteen minutes, Jantzen checked the monitors outside his office and made sure the area was clear. Satisfied, he un-strapped the terrified girl and practically tossed her out the door. Then he settled down to his monitors while he tracked the naked, trembling girl as she wandered in search of help.

	Carrie had walked through two corridors when the first spasm hit between her legs. She had been a little sore from the injections, but this was something different. She was itching and getting very wet and needed something very badly. But Carrie was completely innocent and did not understand why her body was reacting this way. She clutched herself with one hand, finding some strange satisfaction in her touch. She squeezed her mound as she hobbled; the linoleum achingly cold on her feet. Suddenly, the squeezing became too much and a powerful tremor shook her sex. Carried cried out and fell to her knees, her prepubescent cunt streaming lubrication as a pair of adult feet sounded on the floor as they approached her.

	Silas Clayborne was a man of immense intelligence who had several important patents in biochemistry by the time he reached thirty. By the time he was thirty-two, he was incarcerated at Flanders after investigators had tied him to a string of disappearance of teenage girls and young women. Clayborne would kidnap them and hold them captive, raping them repeatedly until they conceived. While they were in their first trimester, Clayborne would remove their uterus, carefully preserving it and its contents and keeping them on display in his basement trophy room. He was not so careful with the would-be mothers, leaving them to bleed out on the table while he was preparing his prizes. 

	Silas had heard some rather intense moaning and was quite pleased to discover a young female on her knees, frantically clutching at her sex. Quite gently, he removed her hand to reveal a reddened, dripping vulva that was quite immature. Silas smiled at the child.

	"Do you require some assistance, young lady?" he asked politely.

	"Yes sir," Carried answered in a weak voice. A scary man took my clothes off and gave me shots and now I feel all...ohhhhhhhhhh!"

	Silas inhaled deeply and could smell the bouquet of their eight year-old's cuntlet. She was too young to conceive yet, but who better to help prepare her for later than himself? Silas patted Carrie's head and shushed her in low, reassuring tones.

	"Now, now," he soothed. "I know just what you need to address this problem. Lie back, child."

	"Here?" she quailed.

	"Absolutely, there is not a moment to lose."

	Carrie did as she was told, grateful that this nice man was going to help her. But she still felt uncomfortable being naked in front of him. In her embarrassment, she stared straight up at the ceiling, not wanting to look him in the face. It wasn't until Silas hovered over her and pressed his penis against her young mound that she knew something else had gone wrong.

	Silas locked his eyes on Carrie's, still smiling benevolently as he heaved himself against her. Carrie's shrieks echoed down the hall as her fragile hymen was torn asunder. Her small, virgin channel was resistant at first to any deeper invasion, but the combination of Silas' relentless determination and the hot lubrication of the blood from her violent opening overcame this. Carrie was pinned to the floor by Silas' hands on her wrists and his cock boring into her slender channel.

	Jantzen watched in excitement as Silas humped the test subject. He could see Carrie's long brown hair flailing as she thrashed her head while the psychopath ravished her young body. He imagined what it must be like to be the first inside the eight year-old's tight, twisting pussy. When Silas got off from her, Jantzen could see the smears of blood on the little girl's crotch and made a note that he should take the virginity of the next test subject he acquired.

	Carrie's anguish over the horror and pain of her rape was mixed with the strange swelling of needful response inside her sex. It was if it was telling her that this was what she needed. The powerful surges from her stimulated vagina grew as the man's prick was forced in and out of her inexperienced twat. She was torn - she wanted this to be over, but didn't want those feelings to stop. 

	The sensations suddenly coalesced and released in another acute orgasm. Silas never slowed as the child came. Carrie felt the glow inside of her and momentarily forgot her situation. Then it passed and the man's hurtful thrusting continued until something new was introduced into her; something hot and liquid.

	Silas grunted as he came, picturing his millions of sperm invading the child's womb. In a few years, she would be able to be impregnated and Silas looked forward to the task. The little girl was his first virgin and he was quite pleased with that. The idea formed in his head that since he had been the one to initiate her, her body was now properly conditioned to carry his progeny to full term. It all made perfect sense inside the twisted places tunneling through his brilliant brain. As Silas pulled his pants up, he looked down at the weeping girl and consoled her.

	"Now you will be mine when you're older. Others will have you shortly, but I have already seeded you. When the time comes, we shall make our creation."

	Carrie had no idea what he meant, but shivered as more patients filled the hall. Although Silas was only of average height, there was something in his manner that made the others fear or respect him.

	"Do what you will to relieve yourselves with her. But remember she is mine and I shall have her again."

	The others shuffled nervously and bowed their heads, parting easily as Silas strode through their group. He returned to his cell and began composing his plans carefully in his head. He wasn't allowed pens or pencils, but he would have eschewed those anyway as he would not allow others to see his thoughts.

	In the hall, one of the men picked up Carrie and slung her over his shoulder. The others followed him as he took her to the recreation room. Carries stared at all of the leering faces around her as she was placed on the table. Then the man who had carried her roughly spread her legs apart and rammed his engorged member into her. 

	Carrie screamed as her next rape began. Just as quickly, her cunny responded to this new stimulation and the strange tendrils of electric heat took hold again. 

	As Jantzen watched and listened in exaltation on the monitors, the rapes of the little girl continued one after another. Carrie wailed and came in an endless cycle, helpless to stop the assaults and the forced orgasms. Her waist and slim thighs were becoming bruised from where the men held her as they sank their meat into her defenseless cuntlet. Her entrance was torn and she bled freely over every dick that was shoved into her.

	A tight and slippery eight year-old pussy was a magnet for the men who loved to watch her struggle while her sex convulsed all over their rampaging cocks. At some point, she was flipped over as a patient with a predilection for feeding his victims' remains to his Rottweilers preferred to savage the child's bruised and bloodied twat doggy style.

	The next man considered Carries position and spread her little ass cheeks apart instead. Copious amounts of blood, jism and pussy cum had been spread everywhere. He aimed for a new, untried hole. Carries was too tired from the rapes and orgasms to resist much and could only hoarsely cry from her tortured throat as she was taken anally. 

	The man muttered in appreciation as the heat of Carrie's ass kissed his cock while he forced her virgin rectum to expand. Carries cries became more strangled as she tore from the brutality of her sodomy. The man completed his conquest of the little girl's bowels by spewing thick ropes of jism inside. He still rutted into the child as he came, slightly lifting her from the table before slamming her down again with each inward push. The hard contact against her pussy fired her jangled nerves there and produced another cum.

	Jantzen sighed triumphantly as the little girl remained alive as the men mated with her, many of them coming back for seconds. She was turned over many times on the table, her pussy and anus being spread open by thick man meat. Her body was becoming bloody below the waist, striped with white streams of lunatic semen that her small holes could not contain.

	Carrie was nearly passed out when she was lifted from the table and held in the area. Wearily, she focused on the grinning face that admired her battered form with undisguised hunger.

	"Nom, nom, nom," Teddy cooed as he licked his slobbering lips. 

	He sat in a chair and bounced Carrie in his arms as a father would do with a toddler. Then the huge killer forced her down with savage strength, his prick knifing into the little girl's cunt with wet, meaty thud. An animal-like groan issued from Carrie's lips, which seemed to please Teddy's animal-like nature. 

	The girl's head lolled to one side as she was forced up and down on the man-monster's cock. It exposed a small, unblemished shoulder that Teddy couldn't resist. He chomped down, giving the little girl a love bite that only produced a few spots of blood. Teddy liked his toy and wanted to have fun. At last, he pumped his seed into Carrie's organ, drawing a small, tired exclamation from the child as his seed seared her organs.

	He pulled her off, her still clinging twat producing a wet, sucking pop as it came free. At that moment, consciousness faded from the girl, making Teddy cock his head as he regarded her. He laid her on the floor under the table and covered her with a grimy sheet.

	"Night, night," he said and lumbered off. The others went their separate ways, no longer interested in a mate who was unresponsive.

	Now Jantzen was getting bored. The patients were tearing apart furnishings while others were gibbering at the walls. At least when the police arrived, it made for some interesting footage as they confronted and subdued the patient population. Four of the escapees were killed while others, including Teddy, were taken down with stun guns.

	One who required no force was Silas. SWAT team members found him sitting alone in his cell, smiling as he was lost in his thoughts. Finally noticing his visitors, he gave them a courteous greeting. Relieved, the police backed from his cell and secured the door.

	When he saw the police were outside of his office door, Jantzen unlocked it and greeted the men who thought they were his rescuers. Despite the doctor's assurances that he was alone, the men made a sweep of his office and the adjoining examination room. One man came out clutching some brightly colored clothing in one hand.

	"These are a kid's," he said to the sergeant who in turn looked at Jantzen. 

	The police radio squawked as one of the teams found Carrie lying unconscious where she had been left. Jantzen calmly smiled at the sergeant.

	"I can explain everything, officers," he began. "Prepare to be astounded."

	"In conclusion, I ask you, my learned colleagues, this one elemental question: By setting loose the chain of so-called insanity, might I not be permitted to claim that I am the sanest one of all?"

	The assembled scientists and doctors at the global conference stood as one and erupted in thunderous applause. Jantzen bowed politely, chiding himself for not responding with a primal scream. To hell with it - he threw back his head and roared, much to the delight and awe of his colleagues.

	"What brought that on?" Stanley Singh asked as he watched Jantzen howl in his cell via the monitor.

	"I can't say," said his new boss, Dr. Dorothy Heinrich. "But we have all the time in the world to find out."

	For perhaps the thousandth time, Dorothy considered how lucky she was not to have been here when Jantzen let havoc loose two months earlier. She looked over at Stanley, who was rubbing the scar above his temple that still itched a little as it finished healing.

	Stanley had been one of the lucky few to survive the patients' attacks. Teddy's blow had rendered him unconscious and opened up a head wound that bled nastily and gave the young man a concussion. With Stanley lying limp on the floor, he was either left for dead or classified as uninteresting since he was not awake to enjoy Teddy's attentions. Either way, he was left alone and only awoke as paramedics attended to him after the place was secured.

	Stanley thought about another survivor - Carrie the little girl whose parents had been killed. There were no other family members to take custody of her and many surviving staff members were surprised but pleased when Dorothy adopted her. The child would be in excellent hands. It was a blessing that the girl had no clear memories of most of the events although she still had distinct impressions of parts of her abuse. Dorothy provided a safe home for Carrie to heal and thrive. And being a psychiatrist, she was not squeamish about letting Carrie talk and ask questions when she needed to.

	"How is Carrie coming along?" Stanley asked her.

	"She's coming along quite well," Dorothy said brightly as Jantzen screamed again.

	Carrie had, in fact, cum quite well indeed last night. Dorothy's mouth watered as she remembered the taste of the eight year-old's nectar as she sucked very drop from her hairless quim. Not only was Carrie recovering, but she was becoming quite the perfect little lover to warm Dorothy's bed at night. The transformation was remarkable and, if not for society's taboos, Dorothy might have even published her findings. But there was no chance of that as she didn't want to wind up like the bellowing lunatic on the monitor.


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