Teen Fuck Toy - A Thanatos Tale

Teen Fuck Toy – A Thanatos Tale – Part One

Author's Note: This fictional tale contains images of torture and humiliation. It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasy and reality.

-- Cerberus

In a quiet section of Manhattan, a large anonymous brownstone serves as a rest home for some members of the Thanatos Society who are too old to care for themselves. While the residents are wealthy enough to pay a staff to care for them at their homes, in their declining years they prefer the camaraderie of those who share a predilection for the suffering of young women.

Unlike the spartan sterility that characterizes most publicly funded old folks home, this private establishment, known as Far Horizons Lodge, is extremely luxurious. On the top two floors of the building are a dozen suites. Each one has a large bedroom, a sitting room with fireplace and a fully equipped bathroom. The ground floor of the building contains administrative offices, a large communal dining room, the kitchen and a game room with billiard and card tables. Another room has been turned into a mini-theatre. While each private suite has its own thirty-two inch high definition television system, this room has a huge plasma television connected to the latest high-tech sound system. As well as DVD and videotape machines, the television system in the home has a unique feature. A satellite dish on the roof picks up and unscrambles direct transmissions from the Thanatos Manor. Residents can watch what goes on in the Manor's infamous Theater of Pain. The old men can also see the young students of the Thanatos Academy of Sexual Slavery practicing their lessons. In addition, the Lodge can receive signals from a variety of brothels run by the Thanatos Society. The basement of the old folks home has a large swimming pool that many residents use as part of their physiotherapy regime. The underground level also contains a fully equipped torture chamber.

Like other high-end homes for elderly people, this one has a doctor, nurses and physiotherapists on staff. Part of the staff consists of six Thanatos "facilitators". These rather large and muscular men maintain security in the home and assist the older residents in the pursuit of their common hobby – torturing and humiliating helpless young women.

Currently, there are ten men living in the home. Each one has his own personal slave to look after his every need. Most of these women are in their early twenties. The tight silver collars tightly clasping their throats serve to set them apart from the regular staff. That and the fact that they are often forced to wear bizarre costumes not normally seen in old age homes.

Occasionally a member of a resident's family will send a fuck-toy to the home for all to enjoy. Let us now join one such toy named Eva on her first visit to this malevolent residence.

It's early Sunday afternoon when a large yellow taxi pulls to a stop in front of the Thanatos Lodge. The back door opens and Eva steps out. The cabby gets out of car and retrieves a large suitcase from the trunk. The fact that a New York taxi driver actually hauls his ass out of his seat to help a passenger is a testament to Eva's beauty (and to the generous tip she had given him). He offers to carry the suitcase up the steps of the building to the front door, but the girl flashes a dazzling smile and tells him that it's not necessary. Eva stands for a minute watching the cab pull away. She is aware of the admiring glances of the pedestrians who pass her on the street. She is an extremely beautiful young girl and has grown used to appreciative looks. Her natural flaxen hair is tied into two long braids that frame her heart-shaped face. Her flawless skin is a translucent peach color. She has large, round cornflower blue eyes and a small upturned nose. Her full, red lips break into a wide girlish grin, revealing perfect white teeth. On her ears are small pearl button earrings. On the fourth finger of her right hand she wears a small gold ring. A capital "T" with an S-shaped serpent entwined around the vertical shaft of the T Engraved on its surface – the symbol of the Thanatos Society. Eva's wearing an outfit makes her look younger than her fifteen years. A blue ribbon in her hair is the same color as the ribbon woven into the bodice of her pale yellow knee-length dress. White stockings caress the curves of her slender legs. She's wearing white, flat-heeled shoes. The young girl is a picture of innocence. In her modest and conservative outfit, Eva looks like she is returning from a Sunday church service. As she continues to catch admiring glances from the people passing by, many of whom no doubt wishing that their teenaged daughters dressed as conservatively as she did. Her smile widens as she wonders how these people would react if they knew that she was one of the most depraved pain and cum sluts ever to have graduated from the Thanatos Academy of Sexual Slavery.

Eva lugs her suitcase up the steps that lead to the front door of the Lodge. As she climbs a gust of wind tugs at the hem of her dress. The teenager tries to imagine what the passers-by on the street would think if the breeze gusted hard enough to reveal that she is not wearing panties. Eva announces her presence by rapping loudly with the large brass knocker fixed to the center of the door. Almost immediately, it is opened by one of the facilitators. He smiles and says in German accented English "Good afternoon, Cunt-Eva. You may call me Master Karl. I trust you've had an uneventful flight up from Texas."

"Yes, I did. Thank you," she replies as she steps into the foyer of the home.

Eva has been sent to New York for a few days by her owner Arthur Smith whose eighty-three year-old father, Luther, lives in the residence. Normally, she lives on the younger man's large ranch where she is the second youngest of a stable of ten slaves.

As the facilitator leads Eva through a second door into a large corridor, she has time to admire the décor. On the wall to the right is a portrait of the Marquis de Sade, patron "saint" of the Thanatos Society. On the opposite wall is a watercolor picture of a very small girl being fucked from behind by a very large dog. Eva notices the signature of the artist. She is impressed. Several of his less controversial pictures hang in the Museum of Modern Art. There are several narrow side tables along the corridor. They are made of the same dark gleaming wood that panels the lower half of the walls. Eva stops to look at some of the small statues that sit on the tables. She is particularly attracted to a ten inch high Lladro sculpture of a tall man standing with his cock in the mouth of a beautiful girl. The artist has captured the moment of climax on the man's face. Eva smiles when she notices that the sculptor has even fashioned a porcelain line of sperm running out of each corner of the girl's mouth. On another table is a what appears to be a Royal Dalton statuette. She remembers seeing this type of statue in her grandmother's home before she was sold to the Thanatos Society by her mother. Grandma's statue was of a woman dressed in eighteenth century finery carrying a basket of pink flowers. The one here is somewhat different. One of the characters is indeed a young woman similar to the one her grandmother owned. However, this one is stripped to the waist. She kneels with her back to a man dressed like a Victorian English gentleman. He holds in his right hand a finely crafted cat-o-nine tails. Looking closely, Eva notices that the sculptor has painted what looks like blood on the whip. The tiny woman's back is criss-crossed with dozens of welts and bruises.

On the wall above the table is an oil painting. It is typical of familiar hunting scenes in which with men on horseback, surrounded by a pack of hounds, ride across the English countryside in pursuit of a fox or stag. Only in this painting, the target of their pursuit is a naked girl. She is cornered against a large oak tree by the hounds, one of which has sunk his fangs into the pink flesh of her thigh. The artist has been able to capture the look of pain and horror on the young woman's face.

Eva tears herself away from the picture and catches up to Karl. He stops in front of a door near the back of the building and knocks softly.

"Come," says a deep feminine voice. Karl opens the door and ushers Eva into the office of Dr Evelyn Grower, the Director of the Thanatos Lodge. This distinguished looking middle aged woman is a physician with a specialty in geriatric medicine. She is also the nastiest dominatrix in Manhattan. Currently she is wearing her "doctor" outfit – a white smock over a tailored suit. She looks at Eva and smiles.

"Thank you, Karl," she says. "Please take Eva's suitcase up to Mr Smith's suite. Be quiet when you get there for the old fellow's taking a nap."

Turning her attention to the teenager she says, "We've been expecting you. Since Mr Smith and most of the other residents are currently napping, we have an opportunity to get acquainted. Have a seat."

The fifteen year-old sits on a wooden chair in front of Dr Grower's desk. She sits demurely with her legs modestly crossed and her hands folded on her lap. A picture of wholesome innocence.

"Any problems finding the Lodge, my dear?" asks the older woman.

"No Ma'am."

Are you hungry?"

"Not really, Ma'am. I ate on the plane."

Like many experienced travelers, Eva eschewed the normal fare offered by the airlines and brought her own food aboard the plane. She would have enjoyed what was offered in the first class section in which she had traveled. It's just that her Master ordered his staff to prepare a special box lunch for her. The teenager got some odd looks from the flight attendants as they passed by Eva's seat and smelled what she was eating. On the pullout tray in front of her was an egg salad sandwich on white bread. Beside it was the cup from a thermos that was filled with what appeared to be a thick strawberry milkshake. What made this meal different from the millions of school lunches packed by typical fifteen year-olds were the special ingredients that Smith insisted the chef use when assembling the meal. The egg salad had been prepared with a quarter-cup of stallion semen instead of mayonnaise. The "strawberry" milkshake was indeed made mostly of milk. However, it did not come from cows, but from sows. The cook achieved the pink color of strawberries by adding the menstrual blood of some of the slaves. Eva had chocolate chip cookies for dessert, except the chocolate chips had been replace with dead fire ants. As she chewed, the acid in the insect's bodies burned the insides of her mouth. She finished her meal with a special treat -- a single cream-filled bonbon of white chocolate. She bit it in half to reveal its creamy centre. Eva felt very honored for her Master had contributed his own cock snot to the ingredients of the candy.

"Your Master tells me that you graduated first in your class from the Academy," says Dr Grower.

Eva blushes and nods her head modestly.

"You must be very proud."

"Oh, I am," says the fifteen-year-old.

"Wonderful. By the way, that's a lovely dress, my dear," continues the older woman.

"Thank you. Master bought it for me at Saks Fifth Avenue in Houston.

"Stand up, girl, and turn around."

Eva obeys.

"Take off your dress."

Without hesitating the girl unbuttons the back of her dress and lifts it over her head. She places it on her chair and stands in front of Grower.

"Lovely," she murmurs.

Indeed, Eva is a five feet two inch vision teenaged beauty. She stands proudly before the older woman. Sheer white stockings enhance the curves of her long shapely legs. They stop midway up her thighs and are held up by a lacy white satin garter belt. Dr Grower's eyes widen and she grins. A blue satin cord runs from a ring sewn into the front of the garter belt to a tiny gold ring that pierces the girl's clitoris. The cord is just short enough to stretch the sensitive nubbin of flesh so that it is pulled out from the protective lips of her hairless cunt.

"Turn around," orders Grower.

Eva slowly turns, revealing a lovely back and even lovelier ass. Dr Grower appreciates the two dimples in the girl's lower back. Her buttocks are firm and tight globes. The flesh of Eva's back bears the wonderful faint scars of numerous floggings. Her Master stopped beating her a month ago so that her wounds would heal in time for her visit to the old man. In the center of her left buttock is a tattoo. The words "Thanatos Academy" have been needled into her once perfect flesh with black ink. The words form an arch. Across the gap at the bottom of the arch is a tattoo in red ink of the year that Eva graduated from the school of slavery. Dr Grower is impressed. It appears that the girl graduated when she was only thirteen. The tattoo surrounds a scar. A red-hot branding iron had been used to burn the emblem of the Thanatos Society into the firm soft tissue of Eva's buttock. The emblem is identical to the one that the girl wears on the ring on her finger. Dr Grower remarks that she's sorry she wasn't present at Eva's branding adding that she found the smell of burning girl-meat delightful.

The Director tells Eva to face her again. She slides her gaze up from the girl's pussy, past her belly button and concentrates on her breasts. Eva is wearing a punishment bra. It fits tightly over her small hard titties. Grower orders her to remove the garment. Eva reaches behind and undoes the clasp. She peels the bra away from her tits. The inside of each 32B cup is covered with hundreds of tiny hard rubber spikes. Because they are rubber, they don't break the creamy skin of her breasts but are sharp enough to cause constant pain. Right now, her skin is not so creamy as it is covered with hundreds of angry red welts. As Eva stands serenely before her, Dr Grower notices a flash of silver on the girl's right nipple. "What's that?" she wonders and rises from her chair to approach the teen for a closer look. She bends slightly to inspect the girl's fleshy nipples. The pink nubbins stand out proudly from their small round aureoles. Each nipple is half an inch in length and a quarter inch in diameter. Directly in the center of each is the silver head of a needle. Dr Grower pinches the head of the needle in Eva's left breast and begins to pull. The teenager gasps as the older woman draws more than an inch of steel from her tit. Squinting, the dominatrix is delighted to see that the shaft is not smooth. It bristles with near microscopic burrs. Consequently, tiny pieces of Eva's red tit meat adhere to the needle. Blood begins to leak out of her torn nipple. Despite the excruciating pain, the girl remains silent although tears erupt from her blue eyes. Grower continues to draw out the needle until it comes free of the girl's tit. It is two inches long. Looking closer, she can see that the point of the needle is actually a tiny barb. Eva stands with her hands clasped behind her back. Blood slowly streams down the underside of her breast and flows slowly toward the top of her garter belt. The teenaged slave remains quiet. However, the tears that continue to leak down her cheeks silently attest to her suffering. She is trembling and perspiration coats her body. The dominatrix considers Eva's silence to be a challenge. She is determined to make the girl cry out. She dips her forefinger into the small stream of blood and reaches up to rub blood on Eva's full lips. Eva stands still, her lips glowing crimson with her own blood. With an evil grin, Dr Grower grasps the head of the needle that remains imbedded in the slave's right nipple. This time she pulls it out a quarter of an inch and stops. Adjusting her grip, she twirls the needle as she slowly pulls it out. As the shaft turns, the tiny burrs and the barbed point rip at the meat of Eva's tit. The girl moans softly. The needle is half way out. Dr Grower is delighted to see that this time many more tiny bits of the girl's flesh adhering to the shaft. The blood flows more quickly from around this needle than it did from the first one. As the malicious woman continues to twirl and pull, Eva breaks and howls with pain. However, she remains standing. Encouraged, Grower pushes the needle back into the girl's tortured tit. She saws it in and out. With her other hand she plucks at the thread that runs from the girl's garter belt to her clitty. For three agonizing minutes the sadistic older woman pushes and pulls at the needle while plucking on the clitty cord as if it were a harp string. Amazingly, Eva begins to feel an orgasm growing in her pussy. Pain and pleasure swirl together in her twisted mind. Her cunt is getting wet. Soon clear, warm girl-juice leaks out of her pussy to run down the insides of her thighs, wetting the lacy border of her stocking. By now the top edge of her white garter belt's waist band has become stained with her blood.

Dr Grower is delighted. She continues to torture the girl, sawing at her tit and plucking at her clit rhythmically. "My goodness," she says mockingly. You've got tears leaking from your eyes, blood leaking from your nipples and pussy juice leaking from your twat. I'll have to remember to give you something to drink later so you don't get dehydrated."

Eva can hardly hear the woman's evil taunts. Her body is racked with multiple orgasms. Waves of pleasure radiate from her cunt just as waves of pain pulsate from her tortured nipples. A true pain-slut, the teenaged beauty's mind blends pain and pleasure together into a series of sweaty, pulsating crescendos. Too weak to stand, she falls to her knees. The needle is ripped from her breast. Dr Grower stands triumphantly over the crying girl as the crashing orgasms begin to subside. Eva slowly calms down and, being a well-trained slave, remains kneeling. The older woman notices that rivulets of blood continue to ooze from the girl's tits, especially from her right nipple. With a nasty smirk, she remarks that it's a good thing that she is a physician for she knows just the thing to stop the bleeding. Returning to her desk, she opens the center drawer and takes out two small elastic bands and a small brown glass bottle. She goes back to Eva and tells her to stand up. The girl obeys and stares at the older woman with wide fearful eyes. Reaching for a paper tissue on her desk, Grower says that she'd better disinfect Eva's wounded titties. She opens the bottle and pours some of the orange-brown liquid onto the tissue.

"I know that most doctors use antibacterial gels on small wounds but I prefer tincture of iodine." She dabs at Eva's left nipple with the soaking tissue. The teen gasps and more tears overflow her eyes as the liquid burns into her sensitive flesh. The doctor then doubles up the tiny elastic and slips it around the base of the nipple. She does the same for the poor girl's right breast. Again it feels like someone has set fire to her wounded nubbins. Standing back, Dr Grower admires her work. As the older woman returns to her chair behind her desk, Eva stands trembling. Tight elastics dig into the base of both nipples which quickly begin to ache and swell. They throb painfully in time to her heart beat. The girl knows that the only way for her to find relief would be to masturbate but she dares not do so without permission.

"Yes, I know it hurts, Eva," says Dr Grower. "But your blood will probably clot in about ten minutes. You can take the elastics off then. Meanwhile, I thought of a way to take your mind off your nipples. Come here."

Eva walks around the desk while Dr Grower stands up and slides her chair back. While the teenager stands quietly, the other woman slips off her smock and hikes her short skirt up around her waist. Like Eva, she wears no panties. The girl looks at the Director's cunt. Thick purple lips peak out from a bush of black pubic hair. Grower adjusts her high tech chair by removing the armrests. She then tells Eva to sit on the floor in front of the chair. She is to face away from the chair.

"Lean back and rest your head on the seat of the chair," orders the dominatrix.

Eva obeys by arching her back and placing the back of her head on the seat. She stares at the ceiling. Grower pushes the chair towards the desk forcing the girl to scoot forward on her bum until she is sitting on the floor in the footwell of the large mahogany desk. Eva knows what's coming. Suddenly the sight of Dr Grower's pussy blocks her view of the ceiling. The woman has mounted the girl's head as if she were getting on a bicycle. The older woman lowers her cunt onto the fifteen year-old's pretty face until Eva smells the rank spermy odor emanating from it. The girl sees white flecks of dry semen coating the older woman's labia. She also notices the string of a tampon dangling from the dirty cunt Dr Grower's crotch is so close to Eva's pretty face that the end of the string tickles her lips.

Noticing the girl's revulsion, the woman explains that she knew that Eva was arriving so she made a point of not bathing when she awoke this morning. "Not only that, but just before you arrived," she continues. "I had Karl and his colleague fuck me. So I'm full of cock snot. I want you to suck it out of me." Dr Grower's crotch only an inch or two from Eva's pretty face. The dominatrix orders the girl to grab the end of the string with her teeth. The teenager does so and Grower raises herself up until the soggy tampon slides out of her cunt and onto Eva's face. Even opens her mouth and the disgusting cylinder falls on the floor. The thick warm cock slime of the two facilitators floods out of the woman's pussy and plops wetly onto the teenager's lips and into her mouth. Her lips and tongue are coated with the white goo. Eva eagerly gobbles it up and licks her lips. She uses her tongue to capture a large pearly dollop of sperm that has fallen on her upper lip, just below her nose. The Director rests her elbows on her desk and lowers her pussy onto the young girl's mouth. Poor Eva forces her tongue deep into the woman's love channel. She tastes the older woman's cunt juice. She stretches her tongue to its limit in order to lick and titillate Dr Grower's fat clitoris. Eva works quickly. She must breath through her nose. Unfortunately, that lovely upturned organ is buried in the older woman's asshole. The dominating woman puts all her weight on Eva's face. Eva didn't graduate with honors from the Academy without good reason. In less than five minutes, her skillful tongue brings the good doctor to a series of thundering orgasm. The woman is an ejaculator. Every time her body climaxes, she squirts her hot cunt juice onto Eva's face and into her mouth. When her climaxes subside, Dr Grower remains firmly seated on poor Eva's face.

"Remember when I said to you that you must remember to rehydrate?" asks the woman. "Well here is your opportunity."

Dr Grower, with her snatch glued to Eva's mouth, releases a stream of acrid piss into it. The surprised girl gulps hungrily because she knows that spilling even a drop of piss would serve as a good excuse for more punishment. After a few moments the torrent subsides. Eva takes a deep breath as soon as Dr Grower lifts herself from her face. The girl quickly stands up. Her face is soaked with the older woman's pussy juice. Fortunately, the tips of Eva's breasts have stopped bleeding so the Director removes the elastics from the girl's nipples.

She tells Eva to go to adjoining bathroom and wash her face. The girl returns and puts her clothes back on except for her punishment bra. In a few moments, she becomes again, the picture of conservative teenaged innocence. She sits demurely before Dr Grower who has readjusted her own clothes and put her white smock back on.

The Director of the old folks home looks at her watch and remarks that the resident's will probably be waking up soon. As soon as she says this the silence of the home is shattered by the high pitched scream of a young woman. Dr Grower smiles and says that apparently some of them are already awake. She lifts the receiver of her phone and tells Karl to come and fetch Eva and bring her to old Mr Smith. The facilitator silently enters the room and Eva stands up. She is about to follow him out of the room when Dr Grower tells her to wait a minute. She turns and faces the doctor.

"You look so fresh and innocent," says the older woman. "You are the very image of fresh faced teenaged beauty -- an All-American girl. Under different circumstances, I'm sure you'd be on your high school's cheerleading team."

Eva blushes at the compliment. "It's kind of you to say so, ma'am," she says softly.

Dr Grower picks up the two needles that she had pulled out of Eva's nipples. "I think I'll keep these as a souvenir of our meeting, my child," she says.

Karl knocks softly on the door before he enters.

"Take young Eva here to the television room," says the Director. "She can wait there while you go up to see if Mr Smith is awake. In fact, if he is sleeping wake him up. I'm sure he'll be delighted with the little fuck-toy his son has sent him."

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