Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Society Tale - Part 7
"I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of
torment. I know none other as sure."
------------------- Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)
After Innocent Ivy is released from the Torture Horse. She is immediately
brought to the Thanatos Infirmary where the wooden splinters are removed from
her inner thighs and vagina. Then she is bathed and her minor wounds covered
with a healing balm developed in the laboratories of the Society. The flesh of
a healthy fourteen year-old girl heals quickly. While the exhausted girl sleeps
in a comfortable hospital her skin recover completely. Even her nipples that
had been stung by dozens of fire ants return to perky pink perfection. Her skin
heals however her damaged psyche produces nightmares in which she relives the
horrors of her first day in Thanatos Manor.
The beautiful captive has been sleeping for twelve hours. Mistress Gloria wakes
her up.
"Come on Ivy," she briskly orders. "It's time for to get you ready for your
journey."
The teen slowly opens her beautiful blue eyes.
Gloria continues. "First you're to receive a complete medical then you can have
breakfast. So let's go"
Ivy is famished and quickly slides out of bed. She is still completely naked.
Mistress Gloria leads her out of her room and down the hall to a medical
examining room.
A kindly looking older man in a white coat is sitting at a desk and reading a
medical file. He has a stethoscope draped around his neck.
"Doctor Steele," Gloria says. "I've brought Innocent Ivy here for her
physical."
The old man looks up from his reading and gazes at the naked teenager.
"Ah yes!" he says in a soft British accent. "Young Ivy. I hope you are well
rested. I daresay you appear to be in remarkably fine fettle when one considers
what you've recently endured."
He stands and orders Ivy to hop up on the examining table in the middle of the
room.
The girl quickly obeys.
Assisted by Mistress Gloria the old doctor takes Ivy's temperature and blood
pressure. Ivy is relieved when her temperature is taken using an electronic ear
thermometer. She had feared that the old physician would stick a rectal
thermometer up her sore bum.
"Yes, you appear to be in excellent physical health, all things considered," he
smiles
He instructs Ivy to stand up under a bright ceiling light while he inspects her
skin. As he walks around her caressing her skin, he says to Mistress Gloria
that many of the fourteen-year-old's puncture wounds have completely disappeared
thanks to the quick healing properties of the Thanatos Balm.
Indeed it is true. Ivy's skin looks as flawless as it had been before her
parents began her ordeal of torture and humiliation. There are even no traces
of the wounds caused when her grandmother slid an eight-inch long needle through
the base of each of her granddaughter's small breasts.
"Hop back up on the examining table," orders the old physician as Gloria fixes
stirrup to the one end of the bench.
Ivy lies down on the table and does not resist when Gloria places her legs into
the stirrups. The older woman then straps the teen's knees to the cold metal.
"I just want to give you a quick internal examination," the doctor says as he
sits on a stool at the end of the table between her open legs.
He gently spreads the lips of her labia. "Do you see Mistress Gloria. Even the
puncture wounds made when her vaginal lips were stapled to the Torture Horse
have almost healed completely. That healing unguent is miraculous. I
understand that the Thanatos Society is going to market it to the general public
next year through a pharmaceutical company owned by one of our members. The
profits will be poured into the Society's "Innocent Ivy" development program."
He stands and looks at Ivy. "Just imagine, my dear, hundreds of young girls
just like yourself raised by "loving" parents to be grist for the Society's
torture mills."
Ivy is speechless as the old doctor picks up a speculum up and uses it to open
Ivy's cunt. He shines a bright light into her. Ivy shudders as the ice-cold
metal pushes against her flesh. He must store that in a freezer, she thinks.
"Oh my goodness," he says with what sounds like genuine concern. "The poor
girl's vagina looks like a raw steak. Most of the abrasions have healed but the
wall of her uterus is one large bruise. My dear, does it hurt as badly as it
looks?" He removes the speculum and replaces it on an instrument table.
"Yes it does," Ivy whispers, gritting her teeth as the doctor inserts a
forefinger into her vagina.
"Oh my," he exclaims. "Even your wonderful little clitoris is bruised."
Ivy screams as the kindly looking old man presses down on her clitty with his
thumb while pressing up with the finger in her cunt.
The old man smiles at Gloria. "The screams of a young girl in pain certainly
float my boat."
He lets go of Ivy's cunt and spreads her ass cheeks.
"I just want to take a look at your bum hole, dear."
Shining a light on the bud-like sphincter her remarks that it's in remarkably
good shape considering what's been done to it.
"It's a bit bruised but otherwise in good shape."
He switches off the light and stands up. He takes a syringe from the table.
"My dear," he says. "You've been forced to eat a lot of pretty disgusting stuff
since you got to the Manor so I am going to give you a shot of antibiotics. We
don't want you getting sick just when you are going to start your career with
the Bambino Bordellos.
"Now Ivy, normally I would inject this in a patient's buttock. In your case,
because you are not a human but merely a flesh dolly, I will inject it in a more
sensitive part of your body. However, since I'm a nice person I'll let you
decide where I should put the needle. Do you want it in your left nipple or
your right? Quick now, decide."
Ivy hesitates. She was a fool to think that this doctor was different from any
other member of the Thanatos Society.
"Please don't inject my nipple....EEAAGHHHH!!!"
"Too slow," says the doctor calmly as he slides the needle through her clitoris
and into the soft tissue of her pubic mound.
Ivy screams more loudly as the antibiotic burns through her flesh.
The nude captive whimpers on the examining table as Dr Steele makes notes in her
medical file while announcing to Mistress Gloria that Ivy is as healthy as a
horse.
"She should be very well in the Bordello," he declares. "Even if she ends up in
the infamous House of Pain."
He finishes his notes, puts down the file and stands between Ivy's legs. He
gently strokes her thigh while unzipping his fly. He takes out his engorged
cock.
The old man is hung like a horse.
Addressing Mistress Gloria he says he always finds it arousing to slide a needle
into a teenager's cunt flesh. He then places the tip of his cock in the
entrance of Ivy's vagina and slides it all the way in until it hits the end of
her bruised cervix.
Ivy grunts with pain while the old man saws in and out of her. In a few
moments Dr Steele groans and empties his seventy year-old balls into her
fourteen year-old cunt. He withdraws his organ and zips up while his
yellow-while sperm leaks out of Ivy's snatch to form a small puddle on the brown
leather pad of the examining table.
Mistress Gloria unties the straps holding Ivy's knees and orders the young girl
to stand up.
The teen stands, shivering. She has lost count of the number of times mouth and
cunt have been raped since arriving at the Manor.
"Thank you Doctor," says Mistress Gloria. "I'm sure Master Parker will be happy
to receive this cunt with a clean bill of health."
Turning to Ivy she points to the puddle of cum resting on the examining table.
"Look what you've done, you sloppy girl," she admonishes. Now lick it up before
I take you to the for breakfast."
Ivy is resigned to her fate and bends to her task. With a few licks of her pink
tongue the cold sperm and cunt juice disappears down her throat.
Ivy leaves the examining room and is taken by Mistress Gloria to the slaves'
"dining room".
Ivy is astonished to see about a dozen slaves in the room. They are all girls
ranging in age from seven to eighteen. Like Ivy they are naked although some of
them are adorned with "body jewellery" - nipple and labia rings. While there
are tables in the dining room, all of the slaves are kneeling at a large trough.
Their hands are shackled behind their backs so they are forced to push their
faces into what looks like loose porridge.
As Mistress Gloria leads Ivy to one of the tables she explains that the slaves
are eating gruel fortified with nutrients, antibiotics, stimulants and, of
course, bull sperm..
"You do not have to eat that," she states as she orders naked Ivy to sit down.
"Your new owner has instructed that you be given a complete and unadulterated
breakfast."
Ivy is relieved to hear the word "unadulterated". She remembers with revulsion
the last breakfast she was forced to eat. - pancakes swimming in piss, sausages
coated with the blood of her own cunt and milk diluted with more urine.
An almost identical breakfast is put before the girl. This time the milk is
cold and refreshing and the whole-wheat pancakes are swimming in real maple
syrup. There are also two sunny side up eggs on the plate. Before she begins
the hot breakfast, Ivy is given a large bowl of All Bran. The hungry girl eats
it eagerly.
She quickly finishes the cereal and picks up her plastic knife and fork and
tears into the hot breakfast. (She is forced to use plastic implements. The
Society doesn't want her to kill herself now that she has been sold.)
The food is delicious but when Ivy cuts a piece of egg and puts it into her
mouth she is shocked to taste the now familiar flavour of sperm.
Mistress Gloria notes her surprised look. "The chef jerked off onto your eggs.
You should be honoured to eat his sperm, so finish up. We've got to get you
ready for your journey to the new Bambino Bordello in St. Petersburg. Master
Parker is there now supervising the opening of this whorehouse and wants you
there for the grand opening.
Ivy finishes her meal and is brought to a large bathroom where she is given an
enema and is told to douche. She then showers as instructed using scented body
wash and expensive shampoo and conditioner.
She dries off with a fluffy towel and is then led to another room where her
raven hair is dried and put up in a French Braid.
Gloria then leads the naked teen to a room that contains large packing crates.
"The trip to St. Petersburg will be by rail. You will travel through the
Chunnel to Paris and then go on to the Russian capital. Because of connecting
trains the whole trip will take four days. The car you will be in will be on a
siding in Paris for a day before your trip resumes. Your new owner doesn't want
you to grow bored on your long trip and has left detailed instructions regarding
how you will be prepared for this journey."
She brings Ivy to a plywood box. It is the size of a very large coffin. It has
no lid. On the bottom of the crate is a black rubber pad that is covered with
sharp rubber studs. Short adjustable chains that end in iron manacles are bolted
to the wood at the head and foot of the coffin.
Lara and Oksana, the twin Russian teenaged slaves who assisted Mistress Gloria
to prepare Ivy for the horrors of the silent auction have returned to help her
now. Ivy notices that the pert bums of both girls are covered in blue-black
bruises. It appears that she was not the only one to suffer at the hands of the
Thanatos Society.
Lara is holding a black bondage helmet that she hands to Ivy.
"Put that on," instructs Gloria.
Ivy unzips the back of the helmet and places it over her face. It tightly
covers her entire head. Lara helps to adjust it so that Ivy can see out of the
eyeholes and breath out of the mouth and nose holes. As the Russian zips the
helmet closed Ivy's face begins to sweat. Hanging beneath each eyehole is a
leather circle that can be flipped up and fastened over Ivy's eyes, blinding
her.
"Step into the coffin and lie down on your back," orders the dominatrix.
Ivy does as she is told. As soon as she steps on the rubber mat the sharp studs
dig painfully into the bottoms of her feet. When she lies down those same studs
press into her back and bum.
Ivy's heart sinks as she realizes that she is to be manacled inside this box for
four days.
She panics when Lara and Oksana force her to raise her long legs up. The two
teen slaves bend Ivy's legs back so that she is bent in two. Her feet are now
near her ears causing her bum to be the part of her body highest from the floor
of the coffin.. The slaves expertly manacle her ankles to the chains at the end
of the box where her head rests. Meanwhile Gloria has fastened Ivy's wrists to
the chains at the base of the coffin. The Mistress and her slaves tighten the
chains so that Ivy cannot move.
Ivy moans as her back is pushed into the sharp rubber studs of the floor pad.
She is bent in two at her waist and chained in that position.
She panics when she grasps that they intend to leave her like this for the
entire trip to St. Petersburg.
But her tormentors are not finished packing her. Gloria takes a short, thick
black rubber hose from a table upon which rests a bowl containing a thick, red
liquid. She holds the hose before Ivy. Looking between her stretches legs, Ivy
can see that the tube is Y-shaped. One end of the flexible pipe is split into
two narrower hoses. At the wide end of the hose is a hard plastic tube. A
leather collar has been fastened to this it about one-inch from its open end.
The two smaller hoses at the other end have similar plastic tubes fastened to
them. One is very thin while the other is somewhat wider.
"Ivy, my dear," smiles Gloria cruelly. "You're going on a four day journey.
We in the Thanatos Society realize that a healthy meat puppet like yourself will
get hungry on your trip. We are concerned that you don't get too famished so
we've arranged for you to eat the wonderful breakfast you've just had over and
over again. What is more, my dear, our arrangement will ensure that you don't
make a mess in your crate"
Ivy didn't understand what Gloria was talking about. How could she possibly eat
the same meal again and again? Even if they put food in her coffin, her bonds
would make it impossible for her to get it.
Gloria dips the narrow plastic tubes fastened to the two small hoses into the
bowl of thick red liquid. She makes sure that the entire surfaces of both tubes
are covered.
Oksana and Lara are kneeling at either side of the box. Each girl spreads Ivy's
ass, revealing her butt hole.
Gloria bends over and pushes the thicker tube into Ivy's ass.
The poor girl wails.
"Oh yes, I should have told you that I coated the tubes with hot pepper and
itching sauce," Gloria reveals.
The two Russian slaves now pry open Ivy's cunt. Again working quickly, Gloria
places the tip of the thinnest tube into the opening of Ivy's urethra. Ivy
howls like a wounded animal as the burning plastic is forced into her tender
canal.
Gloria takes advantage of Ivy's cries of pain by shoving the wide plastic tube
at the other end of the hose into the fourteen year-old's open mouth.
Lara and Oksana work to fasten the collar around the plastic tube to the
mouthpiece of Ivy's bondage helmet. When they are finished there is no way that
Ivy can spit out the plastic tube.
Gloria stands up to admire her handiwork.
Poor Ivy is bent in two at the waist and held in place by heavy chains around
her wrists and ankles. Cruel rubber studs dig into her back which supports her
entire weight. Her pelvis is bent so far that Ivy can see the ghastly tubes in
both her ass and cunt.
"We're almost finished, Ivy," announces Gloria. "Oh by the way, if you think
that you can keep from shitting for four days, you are sorely mistaken. You
see, we laced your bowl of All-Bran with laxatives."
Ivy's ass and cunt are on fire, but Gloria isn't finished. She orders her
Russian slaves to hold open Ivy's cunt again. They do so and the cruel woman
slides a large yellow dildo deep into the unfortunate teen's vagina.
She twists the end of the artificial cock and four metal studs snap out of the
side of the dildo's head and anchor themselves in Ivy's cunt flesh. No matter
how much she wriggles and squeezes, she will not be able to expel it.
Gloria then flicks one of two switches at the base of the thick cock. The
entire dildo begins to vibrate.
"The batteries in that fake dick should last for your entire trip." Says Gloria.
She flips a second switch and the hollow tip of the dildo releases a small
stream of burning pepper sauce onto her tender cunt tissue.
"The pump in your new toy will squirt a shot of hot sauce into you every hour.
That way you won't get bored," Gloria laughs. "Because your pretty pelvis is
inverted, the hot sauce will flow down towards the opening of your cunt. By
tomorrow the entire lining of your vagina will be a mass of itching, burning hot
meat.
While she is speaking Oksana and Lara carry the lid of the box and rest it on
the floor.
"Before we seal your 'coffin', there's just one or two more things to do, "
announces Gloria. "But before we do it I just want to say what a pleasure it's
been having you as a guest here at Thanatos Manor. You're a special meat doll.
Your high pain threshold will allow your new owner to do things to you that he
wouldn't be able to do to his other slaves. Perhaps we'll meet again. If we
don't, just take comfort in the knowledge that I'll pray to Satan every night
for you to suffer the torments of hell.
"Now, just in case you get lonely during your trip your new owner has instructed
that you travel with some friends. Girls introduce Ivy to her travelling
companions."
A naked Russian slave stands at each side of Ivy's coffin. Each holds a large
plastic container. Ivy is in so much pain that her eyes are constantly tearing
so she has to blink several times to clear up her vision.
Lara tips her container so that its contents fall onto Ivy's upturned bum.
Hundreds of large cockroaches land on her butt and scurried over her body. It
is now Oksana's turn. The beautiful teen dumps her container of banana slugs
onto Ivy's naked chest. Close to fifty ten-inch long slugs begin their slimy
journey over her torso, arms and legs.
Lara and her sister then snap the rubber disks over Ivy's eyeholes so that she
is completely blind. She can't see but she can feel the slugs crawling over her
breasts and belly while the feet of the cockroaches tickle the flesh of her bum
and legs.
Lara kneels beside the coffin and places a Sony Discman on the floor beside
Ivy's head. The Discman is connected to an external battery back. She then
fits headphones snugly over the bound teen's ears.
Gloria continues. "Ivy, your parents informed me that you like music. Your
mother says that your favourite artist is Britney Spears. Well as a special
treat we've programmed a Discman to play "I'm a Slave to You" over and over
until you arrive at the Bordello.
The dominatrix nods at Lara who switches the Discman on. The opening bars of
the song floods loudly into Ivy's head, deafening her.
She can't see or hear the twins place the lid on the coffin but she can feel the
vibrations as they nail it into place.
Ivy's cramped body lay twisted in the coffin as it begins its long journey to
the Russian capital.
Despite her burning cunt and ass and her cramping muscles she can feel the crate
being moved.
Several jolts tell her that her crate had been thrown into the back of a truck.
After a bumpy ride she sensed that the truck stops. Soon the crate that is her
prison is loaded onto a freight car. Her long rail journey has begun.
After an hour in the box, Ivy has to pee. For another hour she tries to
suppress this urge but eventually she gives in. Her own warm piss floods her
mouth. She gags but cannot spit it out. She is forced to swallow it.
The slugs and roaches continue to range freely over her body.
Several hours later, despite her best efforts, Ivy is forced to move her bowels.
She shits. Because her bowels have been moved by a laxative, her faecal matter
is loose and flows freely our of her ass tube, down the hose and fills her
mouth. She gags and vomits but the puke has nowhere to go but back up the mouth
tube and back into her mouth.
For two days she recycles her own shit and piss. By the third day, she is
becoming dehydrated. Now her shit is thicker. She is pleasantly surprized to
see that when releases her bowels the shit doesn't flow down the tube. Perhaps
"pleasant" is the wrong word as by now her entire vagina feels like it's on fire
and the vibrating dildo continues to ejaculate hot, itching liquid into her.
During the third day a large banana slug crawls across Ivy's mask. It passes
directly over the nose-holes that are the unfortunate teen's only means of
breathing. Ivy panics as slime from the mollusc's body fills her nostrils. The
slug travels so slowly that Ivy almost blacks out from lack of oxygen. At last
the slimy creature slides away allowing the teen to breathe.
By the fourth day of her trip she is tormented by a variant of her shit-meals.
Now when she empties her bowel and fills her ass-tube with her turds, the new
excrement pushes what already is in the tube into her mouth much like toothpaste
when one gently squeeze its tube.
Pain alone keeps poor Ivy conscious. Her back hurts. Her wrists and ankles are
chafed raw by the iron manacles. Her leg muscles are in a continuous locked
spasm and her stomach is constantly cramping. Meanwhile the burning of her
urethra, cunt and ass has not abated at all. She no longer notices the
cockroaches or slugs. If the pain doesn't unhinge her mind the endless
repetition of the Britney Spears song will.
She barely notices when her crate is transferred from a rail car to a truck.
Nor does she sense that the crate has stopped moving.
She has arrived at her destination.
End of Part 7
