Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Society Tale - Part 12
"How delightful are the pleasures of the imagination! In those delectable
moments, the whole world is ours; not a single creature resists us, we devastate
the world, we repopulate it with new objects which, in turn, we immolate. The
means to every crime is ours, and we employ them all, we multiply the horror a
hundredfold."
-------- Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)
"Uncle" Paul Tarkovski, fourteen year-old Ivy's new "friend", leads the pretty
prisoner out of the suite's dining area into a small gymnasium. He admires her
naked body, remarking to himself how little the tortures of the past few days
have marked it.
Two large leather-clad male attendants are already in the room, preparing the
equipment.
"Ivy, my dear," says the old man. "If you are to survive as a sex-slave of the
Thanatos Society, you must be strong and supple. With these men's help I'm
going to give you the opportunity to show me just how strong you are."
He leads Ivy to the centre of the room where the men await her.
"Get down on your hands and knees," orders Tarkovski.
The girl does as she is told. She hears the hum of electric motors and a
trapeze descends from the room's high ceiling. It stops an inch from the floor,
just in front of her hands. A similar trapeze comes down to graze the floor
inches from her toes. The horizontal rod in front of her is one-and-a-half
inches in diameter and three feet in length. The one at her feet is also three
feet long, except that it is not cylindrical but flat, forming a two-inch wide
platform. Both are covered in rough sandpaper.
"Now Ivy," says Uncle Paul. "Put your toes on the back platform and grip the
bar in front of you."
She complies meekly. An assistant passes a thin wire loop over each of the
girl's big toes, locking her feet onto the trapeze. The other facilitator hands
a remote control to Tarkovski who presses a button. With barely audible whirs
winches in the ceiling draw up both trapezes at the same time. Ivy is forced to
support her weight on only her hands and toes. The rough surfaces of the bars
chafe her skin. The naked teen hangs suspended four feet from the floor. She
allows her body to sag so that it is bent like a bow with her pelvis at its
lowest point.
"You are indeed quite flexible," Tarkovski remarks as he admires the way that
the teen can bend her body backwards.
"Now let's see how strong your are."
One of the men brings a small table whose height can be adjusted and places it
in front of Ivy.
Ivy's heart leaps when she sees what horrors scuttle in small circles on the
surface of the platform. An oval of six nails has been hammered into the wooden
top of stand. Each nail is separated from the other by three inches. A
one-inch long, red silk thread has been wrapped around each nail. The other end
of each filament has been glued to the carapace of a black scorpion.
"Growing up in Kansas, I don't suppose you've ever been stung by a scorpion,"
remarks Paul. "Have you ever been stung by a hornet?"
"Yes," whispers Ivy weakly.
"Well, this type of scorpion's sting is twenty times as painful. Here, let me
show you."
Very carefully, an assistant grasps the thread binding one of the scorpions and
snaps it from the nail. He dangles the beast inches from Ivy's face.
She struggles to remain still as she hangs suspended from the ceiling. Her
stomach lurches at the sight of the shiny black beast. It struggles as it
dangles from the thread. Venom drips from its cruel looking stinger as it
thrashes angrily. With a smile the leather-clad man lifts the tiny beast over
Ivy's head and drops it gently on the small of her back.
"Oh God, Oh God... Oh God!" Take it off, take it off!" screams Ivy. She can
feel the legs of the scorpion scrabbling in a circle on her flesh. Her skin
crawls as the scorpion climbs up the gentle swell of her left buttock. Ivy
gives a mighty lurch, thrusting her bum high in the air in an attempt to buck
the scorpion off. Too late! The tiny beast slams his stinger twice into the
soft flesh of her bum.
"EEEEEAHHHH!!" she screams as hideous burning pain radiates through her entire
left buttock. She bucks again and again and the tiny beast finally falls off of
her onto the floor. One of the assistants quickly captures it and refastens it
to the small platform. The pain in Ivy's butt is growing. Sweat drips from her
body.
"Don't worry, Ivy, the sting of these scorpions are not fatal," explains Uncle
Paul. He admires the angry red blisters that have erupted on her skin where the
scorpion plunged its stinger in her flesh.
The fourteen year-old strains to maintain a grip on the rough trapeze bar. Once
again she allows her body to sag in a downward arc.
"You'd better arch upward, Ivy," says Tarkovski.
Ivy is appalled as one of the assistants slides the scorpion-laden platform
under her so that her belly button is inches from the centre of the hellish
oval. He turns a handle on the support shaft of the table and the surface
begins to rise. With all her might, Ivy pushes down on the bars with her hands
and feet. Her behind still burns with the venom of a single scorpion. The idea
of a half dozen of them stinging her tender belly and breasts is sickening.
Ivy is now balancing on the bars with her bum in the air. The muscles of her
legs and arms are swollen and tremble with her exertions. The assistant
continues to raise the top of the table until it is higher than the bars that
support the poor girl's feet and hands.
"Good," says Paul. "Let's see if you can hold that position for the next half
hour."
Sweat pour off of Ivy body. Every muscle in her body quivers with effort as
Paul slowly walks around her, exulting in her misery.
Paul's brother, Daniel, wanders through the upper level of the Bambino Bordello.
He is attracted by the recorded sound of the children's song "Pop Goes the
Weasel" emanating from one of the larger rooms on the main floor of the mansion.
There are colored balloons fastened to the doorknob and a sign written in crayon
and taped to the door says, "Annie's Birthday Party - all are welcome".
Daniel opens the door. The room is decorated to celebrate a young girl's
birthday. Near one wall a large table has been set. A smaller table in a corner
of the room is piled with gift-wrapped birthday presents.
Eight girls ranging in age from eleven to thirteen attend the party. Every
young beauty is wearing a cone-shaped paper party hat and a brightly colored,
frilly party dress more suited to a six-year-old. They are also wearing white
knee-socks belts and black patent leather Mary Jane shoes. But none are sitting
at the table. Instead they are participating in a bizarre variation of musical
chairs.
Each girl kneels on a low padded platform measuring three feet square. Four
girls form a line facing a similar line made up of the other four girls. Every
one is bent forward so that her forehead rests on the surface of the platform.
Daniel's cock stiffens at the sight of four naked bums and hairless cunts
peaking out from the hems of the colorful dresses. Walking around the girls in
time to the music are a dozen patrons of the Bordello. Each man is naked and
sports a raging hard-on. Daniel quickly strips, hands his clothes to an
attendant and joins the procession. He and the other men circle the girls
three times when the music suddenly stops. Moving quickly, each man strives to
place himself behind one of the kneeling girls. For a man of his age, Daniel is
quite agile and is one of the eight lucky men to stand behind the girl
positioned at the end of a row. She is a redhead in a green dress. Using his
left hand he reaches between the girl's legs and spreads the soft lips of her
vagina. He inserts the tip of his fleshy cock into her cunt and slowly plows
into her until he slams into her cervix. The seven other men begin plunging
their cocks into the tender pussies of the other girls.
The attendant manning the music announces that the men currently fucking the
girls have won the right to be special guests at birthday party. He goes on to
remind them that Thanatos Society mineral water, laced with a powerful form of
Viagra, is available for those who want it.
As he saws his cock in and out of the pretty little girl's tight cunt, Daniel
makes a mental note to avail himself of the special water. He wants to remain
hard throughout the party. He finds it remarkable that the water not only
allows one to maintain an almost constant erection, but it also promotes the
production of copious amounts of thick, pearly semen. The girl that he's
plowing grunts each time he slams his cock into her furrow. Daniel's cock
glistens with her fuck lube when he withdraws it. She is so turned on that she
is trembling as pussy juice leaks down the insides of her thighs. The old man
spreads the cheeks of her ass, revealing the tight pink rosebud of her anus. As
his hand pushes up the hem of her dress he sees that the girl has a scar from a
branding iron on her right butt cheek. The scar is a "T" overlapping an "S" -
the stylized initials of the Thanatos Society. Forming a horseshoe shaped
border arching over the scar is a blue tattoo that says, "Property of the
Bambino Bordello". Closing off the open end of the horseshoe is a tattoo of a
year in red ink. As an experienced patron of the Bordellos Daniel knows that
the tattoo is the girl's year of birth. He looks down the row of girls and
notes that each one has a similar scar and tattoo. The girl beside him is black
so her tattoo is in white ink. Her livid red scar from a recent encounter with
a branding iron is a deep red and stands out well against her ebony skin.
Tarkovski slowly insinuates his thumb into warm ass-hole of the eleven year-old
he is fucking. When his entire thumb is buried in her rectum, her sphincter
muscles tighten around the digit, locking it in place. The girl squirm when he
wriggles his thumb in her bum. Her trembling increases. He finds it remarkable
that a youngster just entering puberty can quiver with such passion. In fact,
based on their moaning and grunting it is obvious that the seven other girls are
just as charged with lust. As he plunges in and out of the wonderfully tight
cunt he can feel the sperm boiling up in his balls. The trembling girl moans
loudly as hot sperm shoots out of the old man's cock and bathes the walls of her
fuck tube. Daniel gasps softly as his penis spasms over and over in the velvety
tightness of her cunt. A mixture of her cunt juice and his thick sperm drips
out of her vagina to form a puddle on the platform.
By now all the other men are cumming in their little harlots.
With a pop Tarkovski pulls his semi-hard cock from the redhead's cunt. With
some effort he removes his thumb from her bum hole. The girl nimbly gets off
the platform. She stands in front of Daniel and smiles shyly.
"What is your name, my dear?" he asks.
"Violet, Master," the gorgeous lass replies. By her accent Daniel observes that
she is American.
Daniel appreciates how well trained Violet is as she excuses herself to kneel at
the platform. Like a kitten with a bowl of cream, the young girl quickly laps up
the cooling puddle of fuck juice. She stands up and faces the old man. Her
lips glisten with semen. She gently takes his right hand and examines the thumb
that Daniel had shoved in her ass. It is streaked with her shit. Without
hesitation, she brings raises his hand to her face and places the thumb in her
mouth. She sucks the dirty digit as if it were a chocolate popsicle, swallowing
several times, until all the shit is gone. She then pulls his hand away from
her lips. His thumb is clean.
She leads Daniel by the same hand to the table that has been set for the party.
Violet has Tarkovski sit on one of the padded chairs that ring the table and
perches on his left knee.
"Which one of you is Annie, the Birthday Girl?" he asks. Daniel has moved his
hand so far up her leg that he can feel the heat radiating from her vagina. His
finger is damp from the fuck juice that remains on her thigh. Before answering,
Violet brings his wet finger to her mouth and licks off the juice.
Squirming a little on his knee, she replies that the birthday girl isn't here
yet but should arrive soon. He asks how old Annie is and is told that this is
her twelfth birthday.
"Annie is the Paris Bordello's champion masochist," says Violet admiringly. "We
were there together until they shipped us here. This birthday party is her
reward for winning the championship." As she speaks, Violet wraps her right
hand around Daniel's cock and slowly caresses it.
By now the seven other lucky patrons are seated at the table with girls sitting
on their knees. Other men stand around the table enjoying the spectacle.
The table has been set with plastic party-plates and cutlery as well as plastic
cups. The pictures that have been printed on the plates amuse the men. It's
not unusual for a young girl's birthday party to be graced with plates that
depict Cinderella in a "princess-dress" or Alice in Wonderland attending the Mad
Hatter's tea party. The theme for this party is Alice in Wonderland. Except
that the pictures printed on some the plates show a naked Alice in chains being
fucked up the ass by the Mad Hatter while the other plates show her on her knees
sucking the cock of the March Hare. The handles of the plastic forks and knives
are shaped like erect penises.
As Daniel begins to fondle Violet's cunt, the music changes to "Happy Birthday"
which the girls around the table begin to sing. A door opens and the Birthday
Girl is led into the room by one of the larger male assistants of the
whorehouse.
Annie is naked except for an inexpensive plastic "diamond" tiara in her blond
hair and a black leather dog collar fastened tightly around her graceful neck.
She is one of the most beautiful young ladies that Daniel has ever seen. The
pre-teen beauty is just over five feet tall. Blonde ringlets encircle her round
face. Her peaches and cream complexion is flawless. She has wide-set
cornflower blue eyes and a small button nose. She has sensuous lips and a
large, wide mouth. Her alabaster breasts swell gently from her chest and are
tipped with hard pink nipples. Annie has a flat stomach. Her hips are still
narrow, just beginning to swell into womanhood. Her bum is small but juts out
tantalizingly and her legs are long and slender. As she draws near, Daniel
notices her breasts and bum bear the fading welts of a recent beating. She
wears a small gold ring through the flesh of the left lip of her labia. The
string of a red helium-filled balloon has been tied to the ring and the balloon
itself floats several feet above the young beauty's golden head.
The assistant leads her by a leather leash fastened to her dog collar to a chair
at the head of the table. She sits down hesitantly, resting her weight on one
buttock. A barely audible hum emanates from Annie's body. Seeing Daniel's
puzzled expression, Violet explains that the Birthday Girl has a six-inch
studded butt-plug anchored in her ass. It has been set to vibrate constantly
and to give of a small electric shock sporadically. Even as she speaks, Annie's
body jerks from one of the shocks.
One of the kitchen staff follows them into the room carrying a birthday cake
that she places on the table in front of Annie.
The top of the large round cake is ringed with thirteen pink penis-shaped
candles. The words "Happy Birthday, Pain-Slut Annie" are written in the white
icing in the center of the cake. The plates are passed to the head of the table
and the Birthday Girl is given a large dull knife to cut the cake. As pieces of
cake are being passed down the table one of the ubiquitous assistant pours what
looks like red Kool-Aid into the plastic cups. Pouring, he explains that both
the cake and drink have been laced with an aphrodisiac as well as a drug that
heightens physical sensation making the girls' skin very sensitive. The men are
given bottles of special mineral water.
The girls eat and drink. After a few moments Daniel notices that Violet's
vagina has begun to moisten significantly. The girl sitting next to them has
finished her cake. She is the pretty black girl in a pale yellow dress. She
sits on the knee of a fat, swarthy man. He appears to be in his mid-fifties.
The girl hops off of his lap and drops to her knees between his legs. Gripping
his penis in her small hand, she eagerly sucks it into her mouth. She noisily
slurps his cock. In a few minutes she is noisily deep-throating the entire
eight-inch length of the thick organ. His fleshy shaft glistens with her saliva
as she raises her head until just the tip of his organ remains in her mouth.
She gazes at him with wide eyes and begins to lick the head of his cock as if it
were an ice-cream cone. After swathing his cock head she pulls away briefly. A
long gooey string of cock slime and saliva is suspended from the tip of the
penis to her smiling lips. Moving quickly, she gobbles down the cock again.
Soon all the girls are kneeling between their guests' legs sucking their cocks.
All except Annie who sits alone at the head of the table watching the spectacle.
Daniel notices that the red balloon floating above Annie's head is being jerked
down rhythmically. He smiles when he realizes that her cunt ring is shaking as
she rubs her clit with her finger. The sound of eight girls sucking cock is
music to Daniel's ears. Soon the man beside Daniel groans. He begins to shoot
his load onto the tongue of the little African girl. She manages to capture
almost all of it in her mouth. When she stands up only a small stream of creamy
sperm trickles out of the left corner of her mouth. A few drops of silvery
sperm drip off her chin onto the front of her yellow dress.
Two more guests ejaculate as the first girl walks to the head of the table.
When she gets to where Annie is seated, the birthday girl tilts her head back
and opens her mouth. The little black girl steps forward until she is looking
down on Annie. She opens her mouth and a stream of sperm dribbles out of her
mouth onto the pink tongue of the other girl. Two other girls, their cheeks
bulging, wait patiently behind the first girl. When she is done they drop their
loads of cum into the waiting mouth of Annie. The sight of this excites the
rest of the men to orgasm. Soon all the little girls, including Violet, have
drooled the semen of their patrons into the mouth of the Birthday Girl. They
return to sit on the laps of the men. Annie carefully closes her mouth, her
cheeks bulge. Tilting her head up slightly, she opens her lips to show that her
mouth is completely filled with the sperm of eight men. She tilts her head back
and begins to blow bubbles of sperm. A sticky froth of cock-slime form on her
lips. Some of bubbles grow quite large before wetly bursting. She stops
blowing and closes her mouth. She swallows twice and opens it, showing all that
she has gulped down the entire load of eight penises. More than a cup of
stringy, white sperm. The girls around the table clap their hands while Annie
smiles angelically. She is proud of herself.
By now all the girls have removed their dresses and shoes. They are clad only
in white knee socks and party hats. The girl directly across the table from
Daniel and Violet is balancing with her feet on the thighs of the man on whose
lap she is sitting. She has her back to the man and is facing Daniel. Her hands
grip the arms of the chair and the man is holding the black-haired beauty by her
narrow hips. The man's erect penis is imbedded deeply in her anus. She is
energetically bouncing up and down on the cock. The man is fondling and
pinching the nipples of her developing breasts. A look of rapture is on her
face as six inches of the man's fleshy penis disappears up her bum. Daniel has
a good view of her vagina as she is holding her legs wide in order to support
herself on the man's legs. Clear liquid drips from her cunt.
Within a few minutes the seven other girls are either being buggered or fucked
by their patrons. Daniel's cock is plowing into the moist warmth of Violet's
vagina. She is facing him with her legs spread. She has her arms wrapped
around his neck and is thrusting her soft, pink tongue into his mouth. She sits
on Daniel's hands so that he can control the speed and depth of his penetration
of her young cunt by lifting and lowering her as he wishes. All the men are
grateful for the recuperative powers given to them by the Bordello's special
water.
Daniel feels a tap on his shoulder and disengages his mouth from Violet's. He
looks up and smiles when he recognizes the face of a fellow member of the
Thanatos Society. A famous retired professional basketball player. The man
stands nearly seven feet tall. His huge ebony cock juts out through the fly of
his an immaculate black Armani suit.
Daniel," he begins. "It's wonderful to see you." Pointing to Violet who
continues to ride the older man's dick he continues. "I wonder if I might avail
myself of the use of this delightful girl's mouth."
Always gracious to fellow society members, Daniel agrees.
Violet settles on Daniel's cock and squeezes her vaginal muscles rhythmically as
she bends slightly from the waist and captures the black giant's twelve-inch
penis in her mouth. The head alone almost fills her oral cavity completely.
Ever game, the beautiful child-whore begins to swallow the cock while continuing
to use her cunt muscles to squeeze Daniel's member without missing a beat.
Daniel and the athlete gaze with amazement as inch by inch the foot long cock
slides into her mouth. Soon six inches of his man-meat have been swallowed.
The men's eyes widen as the girl's throat actually swells to accommodate the
huge organ.
The older man wonders how she can breathe with that huge cock blocking her
throat. Inexorably the man pushes his penis further down her gullet until her
pretty up-turned nose is buried in he pubic hair.
With a grunt the black man begins to shoot his sperm directly into her stomach.
Violet matches the speed of the contractions of her cunt muscles to the rhythm
of the black cock's spasms. Daniel begins to spew hot love juice into her
vagina as the basketball player slowly pulls his gleaming semi- hard cock from
her mouth.
While this is happening the assistants have brought Annie her birthday presents.
She stands up and begins to unwrap them as the men continue to ravish the young
girls. The Birthday Girl tears the red paper from a box that contains a Barbie
Doll. She takes the doll out of the box to show to the guests. The men around
the table laugh to see that this is a Barbie unlike any they've seen before.
It is Barbie in Bondage. The doll is wearing a leather hood. Her blonde hair
us in a ponytail that streams out of a hole in the back of the bondage hood.
Her arms are laced together behind her back wrist to elbow into a tiny leather
sleeve that extends almost to her armpits. The nipples of her large breasts are
connected to each other with a fine gold chain, held in place by tiny clips.
Her legs are spread and bent in a kneeling position. Annie smiles as she
removes a tiny red, plastic dildo from Barbie's anatomically correct cunt.
As Violet continues to hold Daniel's prick with her cunt muscles the Birthday
Girl opens another gift.
"Oh! I was hoping to get this," she exclaims joyously as she holds up a large
studded dildo. Like the one in her Barbie Doll, it is bright red. However this
one has silver quarter-inch long studs covering its entire surface.
The girl being buggered across from Daniel says that she is glad that Annie
likes the present she chose. "If you look closely you can see little holes in
the tip and along the sides of the plastic cock. Once in you, it will squirt
hot pepper sauce in your cunt."
"Oh thank you," exclaims the Birthday Girl.
Annie opens the rest of her gifts. Besides the Bondage Barbie and the dildo,
she has been given a cat-o-nine tails whip, a thicker gold cunt ring and a video
from the Society's "Fucking Fairy Tales" series of stories.
Annie smiles broadly. "Oh boy! 'Snow White and the Seven Dorks". It's a new
one I haven't watched yet." She holds up the video cover for all to see.
The photograph on the cover is of a naked young girl, not much older than those
attending the party. She is lying back with the cock of one dwarf up her ass.
A second one is plowing his cock into her hairless cunt. She is using her hands
to jerk off two more little men (with huge cocks), while a fifth dwarf straddles
her face with his sex shaft buried in her mouth. The last two little men are
masturbating on her pert breasts. The amazing thing is that the photo was
taken while all seven dwarfs were climaxing simultaneously. Snow White's cunt
and ass-hole drip with semen. Sperm drip down her breasts like syrup on an
ice-cream sundae. Her nipples are the cherries. The two little men she is
masturbating are spraying their cum onto her cheeks. Ribbons of sperm hang from
her earlobes like pearl earrings. Finally her mouth overflows with the jism of
the dwarf who has just gone off in her mouth.
Annie's other presents include vicious looking nipple clips. They resemble
bulldog clips except that they are gold and their edges are not smooth but
ripple with tiny saw-like teeth. Without hesitating, Annie fastens the clips to
her nipples. She winces but continues to smile. Tiny rivulets of blood begin
leaking from the tips of her breasts. The sight of these scarlet rivers excites
three of the men so much that they immediately cum in the cunts of little
partners.
Ignoring the obvious pain, the Birthday Girl opens her last gift. She squeals
with delight and removes a book. It is an illustrated edition of "120 Days of
Sodom" by the Marquis de Sade.
Turning to Violet, Annie says, "Oh thank you. This is a wonderful gift. I've
always wanted to read this book."
Obviously, Annie is quite intelligent thinks Daniel. The book is not easy
reading for one so young. In fact, he is quite familiar with that particular
edition, as it is his company that produced it for the Thanatos Society. The
numerous illustrations are in fact photographs taken in his studios in Warsaw.
It subjects were the Society's sex-slaves.
He appreciates that an intelligent slave like Annie feels suffering more keenly
than a less gifted one. Her superior intelligence lets her mourn more keenly
those lost golden opportunities that might have been hers had she not become
property of the Thanatos Society. Her only hope now is for someone to purchase
her in the next three years before she becomes too old for the Bambino Bordello
and is made the star of a snuff film.
While the birthday party continues let us join Innocent Ivy back in the
gymnasium with Daniel's twin brother, Paul.
For twenty-five minutes she has maintained her position arched over the table of
scorpions. The burning pain emanating from the "demonstration" scorpion stings
to her bottom exceeds the aching of her legs and arms and, thus, motivates her
to remain in place. Her body drips with sweat.
Paul slowly circles the fourteen year-old. He seems to be absorbing her
suffering with great pleasure. He laughs when Ivy's exertions cause her to lose
control of her bladder. She is humiliated as her pee flows down her legs onto
the floor beneath her.
"Trying to drown the scorpions, my dear?" he laughs as several drops of her pee
splashes onto the platform.
An attendant uses a white cotton cloth to sop up the puddle of urine. He then
bunches it into a dripping ball and forces it into Ivy's mouth. Sealing her
mouth closed with a wide strip of tape. She is forced now to breathe only
through her nose.
"Only five minutes to go, Ivy," announces Tarkovski.
She hears this with some relief. Perhaps she will survive.
Turning to one of the attendants Paul orders him to bring the saddlebags.
Ivy's heart sinks when the old man shows her a black leather saddlebag.
"Let's see if you are fit enough to carry some extra weight," he says as he
hands the bag back to the attendant who drapes it over the small of Ivy's back.
The other attendant has rolled two carts containing ten-pound weights that he
places on either side of the girl. With an attendant on her left and Paul on
her right, the men begin placing weights in the bags simultaneously. Ivy
strains to maintain her arched position when twenty pound are placed in the
bags. She begins to sob and lower herself after another twenty pounds are added
to her burden. Her abdomen is now only a few inches above the scorpions. The
two men add two more weights to the bags. Ivy strains mightily but the weights
force her inexorably down. Her body quivers as she struggles to maintain her
position.
Paul smiles at the attendant and says, "Watch this." He reaches behind Ivy and
plunges his finger into her ass hole.
The shock and pain of this is so unexpected that Ivy loses control of her
muscles. She falls within the range of the scorpions. With lightning speed one
beast stings her left breast, another digs his barb into her belly and a third
stings the tender flesh between her navel and her vulva.
"Eaaaaaaaaggghhh!!" screams Ivy through the piss-soaked rag and falls onto the
platform. Ironically the weight of her body crushes the scorpions. Only one
manages to sting her belly before it dies. As the young girl goes into
convulsions, the attendants quickly take her from the trapezes and place her on
the floor. She curls up in a ball and lies whimpering on her side while Paul
rips the tape from her mouth and removes the piss-gag.
"Well dear, you almost made it," Paul announces. "In fact, you came so close
that I think we'll forego that little torture session I had planned. At least
for now.
"No. I think you've earned some rest time."
Ivy heard all this through a haze of pain. The stings on her body burned
horribly. At least, she thinks gratefully, they're going to let me rest.
She is relieved when Paul orders the attendants to make Ivy comfortable.
She should have known better. The two men drag Ivy over to an area of the gym
where "O" rings have been screwed into the floor. They place her on her back
and fasten her wrists to manacles whose short chains they attach to the rings.
Her arms are stretched wide from her shoulders. Each man then grabs one of her
ankles and pulls her leg up so that it is perpendicular to the floor. They look
at each other and the one holding her left ankle smiles and says, "Make a wish."
They brutally pull her legs apart into a wide split. As Ivy squeals with pain
Paul steps between the attendants. He is holding a long, adjustable steel
spreader bar that the men fasten to the inside of her ankles. Two chains
descend from the ceiling to which they secure the ends of the bar.
Paul admires his handiwork. Ivy lies in a modified spread-eagle on the hard
floor with her legs held in place by ceiling chains. Tarkovski clicks a remote
control and the chains pull her legs up until her bum is no longer resting on
the floor.
"Ivy," begins Paul as the attendants go to retrieve some things in a corner of
the room. "I remember from that wonderful film of you being raped and tortured
by your mother and father that you used to sleep with a teddy bear before you
became property of the Society. Bentley, I believe, was the name of your teddy,
was it not?"
"Yes," she replies softly. Memories flood back of her last encounter with her
beloved toy that had been modified with the addition of a pepper paste coated
dildo that had been anchored in her torn, bleeding cunt for hours.
"Well," Paul continues. "I'm afraid that Bentley wasn't sent along with you to
the Bordello but we have some other companions to keep you company while you
rest. They aren't as cuddly as a teddy bear but are much more lively.
He signals to an attendant who has returned. He kneels beside Ivy. He smiles
and shows Ivy her sleep time comforters. Hanging from a three inch thread is a
black scorpion. The other end of the thread is tied to a small but powerful
nipple clip.
"As you can see," Paul explains to the terrified teenager. "We had some extra
scorpions.
The girl squirms in vain as the attendant fastens the clip to her left nipple.
She squeals but he ignores her and attaches a second clip to her right nubbin.
The beasts circle her nipples on the slopes of her small breasts.
The chains holding up Ivy's legs are shortened so that her bum rises off of the
floor. As a result her crotch forms a fleshy pink bowl. Paul himself attaches
a smaller spring clip to the girl's clitoris. Two six-inch long threads are
connected to that clip. Each thread is glued to the thorax of a small but nasty
looking scorpion.
Ivy can feel the sharp feet of the beasts as they go around her clitoris.
Paul stands between the fourteen year-old's legs and looks down. The bugs are
exploring the girl's flesh.
"You might not know this, my dear," he explains. "But scorpions like to hide in
dark, moist places. That's why people who camp in area that the little beasts
inhabit are told to check their shoes in the morning before putting their feet
in otherwise they may get a nasty shock from a scorpion who has sought refuge in
the shoe during the night. Well I guess you don't have to worry about your
shoes since you don't have any. However, you probably don't realize it but your
legs have been spread so wide that the pretty pink entrance to your enchanting
cunt is stretched open."
Ivy moans in dread. Indeed the opening of her vagina has been forced open.
Paul continues. "It probably won't be long before these scorpions discover that
wonderful cave of flesh and decide to explore it. Now once they do this you
better keep very still or they might get frightened and begin stinging.
"You know, I don't think scorpions are particularly social animal so there may
be a fight to see who claims the shelter of your snatch. Let's turn this into a
learning opportunity."
He steps aside to make room for an attendant who has rolled up a full-length
mirror on wheels. He adjusts its angle so that Ivy can see clearly between her
legs. The scorpions are exploring her thighs. One is on her right thigh and
the other on the left. They each travel to the end of their tiny threads and
turn around and head for her vagina. As the scorpions attached to her nipples
continue to circle the ones between her legs have stopped. With horror the
teenager looks at the creatures. One is standing on the left lip of her labia
and the other on the right. Then the scorpion on the right moves up and brushes
against the clip biting into her clitoris. It continues along until both beasts
are facing each other on her left cunt lip. Their feet tickle her sensitive
flesh as they circle each other. But they don't fight.
"Oh my," exclaims Paul who has been watching this scorpion dance. "I think that
these two are in love. Perhaps they will seek some privacy to consummate their
union."
Sure enough, one of the beasts moves towards Ivy' open vagina. The girl shrieks
at the sight of the gleaming inch long arachnid as it places its front legs on
the opening of her cunt. She cannot believe her eyes as the scorpion begins its
descent into her most intimate and private flesh. Ivy can feel its progress as
it continues to push its way into her girl flesh. Soon the other scorpion has
disappeared into her vagina. All Ivy can see now is a silver clip attached to
her clitoris from which two black threads extend and disappear into her cunt.
"We'll leave you to rest now, Ivy," says Paul who signals to the attendants to
leave the girl. "I'll be back in the morning to see how you made out with your
new sleeping companions. Bye now."
Ivy is alone. The scrabbling feet of the arachnids attached to her nipples
continue tickle the sensitive skin on her breasts annoyingly. She can feel
similar but more ominous tickle in her love channel.
What will the scorpions in my vagina do if I have to pee she wonders. Will they
drown and, if so, will they die before stinging me? If I squeeze my cunt
muscles really hard, can I crush the scorpions? Looking at the hard shells on
the bugs on her tits, she realizes that trying to squash the arachnids would
only trigger a dreaded defence reaction. She is afraid to contemplate how much
it would hurt to be stung in the cunt by a scorpion and keeps perfectly still.
The clips fastened to her breasts have broken the skin of her nipples. Several
thread-like ribbons of blood flow down the gentle curves of her boobs. One of
the circling scorpions steps into the blood and begins to leave tiny foot prints
on her white skin. Ivy tenses up when the two scorpions meet in the gentle
valley between her breasts. They wave their stingers threateningly at each
other.
Oh God! she thinks. Please don't let them fight each other. Ivy realizes that
most of the attempts to sting would fall short of their target and penetrate her
soft skin.
The scorpions move on to continue the orbit of her nipples. Her relief is
short-lived for the tiny beasts in her cunt have become active. She can feel
one of them moving towards the entrance of her vagina. She looks at mirror and
sure enough the two claws of the scorpion emerge from the fleshy cave of her
cunt. It is out completely and begins to climb over her vulva and journey down
towards her navel. It's obsidian carapace glistens wetly with the moisture from
her cunt. Ivy notices a tiny ruby red bead of blood on her clitty. The tiny
clamp has cut through her skin.
The second scorpion emerges and goes in the opposite direction towards her
ass-hole.
As the scorpions explore her flesh their feet continue to tickle her while the
pain from her nipples and clitoris grows by the minute. Ivy sobs with despair
knowing that this torture will continue for hours.
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