Teen Fuck Toy - A Thanatos Tale

TEEN FUCK-TOY – A Thanatos Tale - Part 4

Author's Note: This chapter of the story of Fuck-Toy Eva’s travails contains descriptions of particularly painful torture. It is meant for an adult audience that can tell the difference between fantasy and reality. 

-- Cerberus

Young Eva is already in a lot of pain when Karl leads her by her leash into one of the torture chambers in the cellars of the Far Horizons Lodge which is inhabited by retired members of the Thanatos Society.  Her wrists have been fastened behind her back.  The needle-lined iron manacles and collar puncture her skin in hundreds of places.  Tiny ruby streamlets of blood slowly seep from under the rough metal and flow down her hands and ankles.  More bloody rivulets trickle from her neck and down her back and breasts.

The young fuck slave can faintly hear the screams and sobs of a young woman in the chamber next door.

Karl hands a molded case containing the torture toys from Eva’s Master to a fellow slave handler – a man even larger than Karl.  Except where Karl is lean and muscular, this man has thick layers of fat over his muscles -- more a sumo wrestler than a body builder.  He eyes the fifteen year-old Fuck Toy and smiles, revealing uneven yellow teeth.

“Hello, Cunt-Eva,” he croaks.  “My name is Charon.  You’re probably too stupid to be familiar with the derivation of my name.  ‘Charon’ is the mythological boatman who ferried the dead across the river Styx into Hell.  In a while, my twin sister and I are going to make you wish that you were in Hell rather than in this chamber.”

As he speaks, he places several four inch long burred needles with wooden handles onto the flat glowing metal cover of a brazier containing white hot charcoal bricks.  Six small branding irons are buried in the coals.  The entire brazier is on wheels.

“Where is your lovely and talented sister?” Karl asks.

“She’s next door,” replies Charon.  “One of our colleagues called over here to borrow our nipple scissors so she brought them over.”

Eva jumps as an ear-piercing shriek echoes from the other chamber.

“There goes the left one,” laughs Charon as he reaches over and pinches Eva’s left nipple.

Another scream comes through the wall.

“And there goes the right,” says Karl with an evil smile as he watches a droplet of blood dangle from the nipple of Eva’s right breast.

Eva, who has been tortured too many times to count since falling into the clutches of the Thanatos Society, fears that this session will be one of the worst.  She believes that if she leaves the torture chamber with all her body parts still attached she will consider herself lucky.  That is if she leaves at all. Her young body heaves as the vile concoction of men’s semen and dog sperm as well as, snot, phlegm, urine, a bit of her own shit and hot pepper sauce roils in her stomach.  She fights the waves of nausea, knowing that if she succumbs she will be forced to lick up her own vomit.

Eva looks around the chamber and spots an industrial-sized meat grinder in a corner. When the teen was a student at the Academy of Sexual Slavery she learned that all of the Thanatos torture facilities contained such a contraption.  It’s no wonder that sausages are regularly served to the students.  Before she discovered what was in it, her “favorite” was a chorizo sausage which contained a spicy blend of thirty percent diseased pork, twenty percent rancid beef and fifty percent dead Mexican teenaged girls.  Eva lost her enthusiasm for that particular sausage when she found a tooth and a pinky finger with a polished red nail in one of them.  The only merciful thing about the Academy was that the student-slaves were allowed to put mustard and ketchup on their food.

The torture chamber is divided in two sections.  The side where the teen stands oozing blood resembles a medieval torture chamber while the other half of the large room looks more like a modern medical facility.  The fifteen year-old knows that both sides are filled with hellish pain toys. Dozens of small video cameras are scattered about the chamber.  Some are even attached to the larger torture devices like the rack and the inside of the Iron Maiden.

As Charon lays out a dozen fish hooks with five-inch nylon leaders onto a steel tray his sister Medusa enters the chamber.  She wipes blood from the blades of a large pair of scissors before returning it to its hook.  She absently flicks two bloody pieces of flesh into the hopper of the meat grinder.

Medusa is almost as tall as her brother but, unlike him, is not burdened with excess fat.  In fact her slender body is squeezed beautifully into a black leather cat suit. The leather is so fine that Eva can make out the prominent nipples on the woman’s large breasts.  The teen would have been able to see the cruel looking beauty’s cunt lips except for the fact that the garment had a socket between its legs.  No doubt a variety of dildoes can be screwed into the socket before the other end is screwed into her victims.

In keeping with her name, Medusa’s long glossy black hair has been twisted into snake-like tresses. She looks at Eva with the same compassion as that of a shark. 

After greeting Karl warmly, the woman turns to Eva.  “Love your outfit, Slave Eva,” she drawls.  The fifteen year-old is wearing nothing but iron manacles and a collar.  “I particularly admire the way the blood seeping from your neck has made a pretty lacework of scarlet over your pretty breasts and back.”

Turning to Karl she asks how long Eva has been wearing the custom-made iron.

“Only for about twenty minutes,” he replies.

“Well,” she says.  “She’s dripping blood all over the nice clean floor of my chamber.  I think it’s time to replace them with something less messy.”

Eva is relieved to hear that.  At least she’s relieved until they lead her to a section of the room and she sees a huge selection of manacles and collars hanging from hooks on the wall. As Karl and Charon remove her bonds Medusa surveys the wall.

“I think these are good,” she announces as she takes down a candy pink leather set with the “Hello Kitty” logo on them.  Charon holds Eva by the scruff of her neck while his sister explains the features of the pink restraints.  The collar and wrist and ankle cuffs are held in place by Velcro strips.  The inside surfaces are lined with what looks like cotton but is, in fact, glass wool.  Before fitting them on the teen, Medusa soaks the wool with a large bottle of iodine.

“This will help prevent infection,” she says as she fits the collar around the girl’s bleeding neck. The men replace the iron around Eva’s wrists and ankles with iodine soaked leather.

Eva moans pitifully as the iodine burns into the wounds in her flesh. In a few minutes the skin under the leather will begin to itch as miniscule shards of glass work themselves into it.  The twins wipe the blood off of the girl’s body with wet cloths.

The door to the torture chamber opens and Luther Smith enters.  He is accompanied by another old man. Except for sandals, they are naked.  Their semi-rigid cocks dangle between their legs.  After being greeted by the torturers Smith explains that the rest of his friends decided to watch Eva’s ordeal from the comfort of the television room.  In fact, all the residents of the old sadists’ home have gathered in front of the large television.

He turns his attention to Eva who looks even smaller than her five feet two inches as the two giant “facilitators” loom on each side of her.  The teen’s collar is so tight that she has difficulty swallowing.  It feels like fire ants are crawling over the skin of her neck, wrists and ankles.

The young woman is mesmerized by the old man’s cobra like gaze.

“Cunt Eva,” he begins.  “You should recall that your Master, my son, has said that I can dispose of you any way I please.  After all, you’re the one who told me that.  If I wish I can have you killed in this very room and feed your body into the meat grinder.”  He points over his shoulder at the large blood stained machine. “In fact, it appears large enough that we could just feed you into it feet first.  Tempting but that would be too quick.”

Eva is terrified.  She knows that her life has hung by a thread from the first day she became a fuck toy of the Thanatos Society. Up to now she felt that as long as she pleased her masters, she would be allowed to live.  Now her ghastly death appears to be at hand.

“I’ve got good news for you,” the old man smiles. “We’re not going to torture to death although you’ll probably pray for death before the session is over.”

The nude teenager doesn’t know whether to be grateful but is smart enough to thank Smith for his “mercy”.

“Don’t thank me yet, Cunt,” the old man says.  “Many might consider your future a fate worth than death. Now let’s begin and I’ll let you know where we are shipping you after we’re finished with you here. It’ll be an unpleasant surprise.”

A burning pain shoots through Eva’s left buttock.  She knows from past experiences that Medusa has injected a chemical into her that has two effects:  It contains a stimulant that will prevent her from fainting while she is being tortured and it makes her skin extremely sensitive to the touch.  Immediately the iodine in her collar and manacles seems to burn more intensely….

It takes twenty minutes to prepare Eva for her first bout of torture.  A grimace of pain mars her beautiful face even though the active torture hasn’t begun.  She is standing on the tips of her toes with her legs spread wide.  All her leg muscles throb in pain.  Thin wires tightly encircle each toe, fastening them firmly to the floor.  Some of her toes are already bleeding as the wires cut into her skin.  Medusa has placed a two inch-long steel spike on the floor under each of the girl’s heel to “encourage” her to remain balanced on her toes.  Eva’s wrists are held above her head at forty-five degree angles by chains attached to the ceiling.  Unfortunately for her, the chains are a bit slack so she cannot rely on them for support to relieve the building pressure on her legs.  Steel “toothpicks” have been jammed between each of her fingers, spreading them painfully.  Her hair has been styled into a French braid, leaving her back exposed.

Charon gets down on one knee in front of her.  Eva shudders when he pushes an ice-cold stainless steel dildo into her pussy.  The teenaged slave cries out when the rocket shaped head of the metal cock slams into her cervix.  The torturer attaches the end of the dildo to an adjustable pole which he fits into a receptacle on the floor between the girl’s legs.  Now if Eva does try to lower herself to relieve the pain in her legs the spikes will jam into heels and the frozen cock will bruise her cervix.

Medusa fastens a quarter-pound lead weight to the suffering slave’s tiny clitty ring.

Finally, the twins sponge salt water over her entire body.

Old Man Smith asks Eva if she is in a lot of pain.

“Yes,” she replies.

“Good,” he says.  “Now it’s going to get much worse.”

Indicating his friend, who is standing beside him he continues, “My friend, John, is a retired electrical engineer.  He is also has a great interest in ancient history.  He’s combined both interests to invent a toy that we intend to use on you, Cunt-Eva. You should feel honored, for you will be the first.  John, show her your invention.”

Karl hands the invention to its creator.  John walks up to Eva.  He is obviously delighted with the teen’s discomfort for his cock is fully erect, dripping pre-cum onto the floor.  He can’t resist fondling the breasts of the girl who is the same age as his great granddaughter.  His rough hand feels like sandpaper on Eva’s stimulated skin.

He lifts up his invention before Eva.  Her eyes widen in fear as she looks at it.

“What you see here, Cunt-Eva is an electric cat-o-nine tails whip,” says the old man with pride.  “I’ve adapted the design of an ancient Roman flagrum.  However, instead of a spiked iron ball at the end of each of the nine strands of leather there is a copper ball bearing.  A powerful rechargeable battery is in the handle.  The balls are connected to the battery by thin wires woven into the leather strands. When the balls come in contact with your skin you should feel nine shocks, much like that of a cattle prod.  The reason you’ve been washed down in salt water is so the electrical charge won’t be restricted just to the areas of your skin the balls strike.  Instead it should be conducted over the surface of your delectable body.  Let me give you a little demonstration before I hand my toy over to Ms Medusa whose skill with a whip far exceeds mine.”

He holds the whip over Eva’s left shoulder so that four of the fourteen-inch strands rest on her left breast and five dangle down her back. One of the copper balls rests half an inch from the nipple of the poor slave’s tit.  John flicks a switch on the handle of the whip.

“AH-AH-AH-AHG!!” Eva screams as electricity rockets into her body.  The old inventor is delighted to see a blue spark flash from one of the copper balls into the fifteen-year-old’s nipple.  Eva’s scream of pain makes his cock jump.  John smiles as he removes the whip from her shoulder and hands it to Medusa.

For the next ten minutes the walls of the torture chamber resound with the shrieks of the teenage fuck-toy.  For the first half of the session, Medusa concentrates on slamming the whip into Eva’s back and ass.  Occasionally, in an attempt to get the girl to lose her balance, she whips the back of Eva’s knees. As expected, the electric shocks travel in waves along the surface of the slave’s super-sensitive skin.

During the final five minutes of the flogging, Medusa directs her whip onto Eva’s breasts and belly. A few times, the dominatrix purposely lets the whip hit the metal rod that holds the stainless steel dildo firmly in the teen’s cunt.  An electrical charge travels through the rod and dildo to the surface of Eva’s now-bruised cervix. The girl loses control and lowers her feet until her heels are pierced by the metal spikes. She also loses control of her bladder and pisses down the length of the pole.  As she does Medusa makes a point of whipping the pole again so that a charge of electricity fires into the girl’s urethra and bladder.  All present (except Eva) are vastly amused.

Normally, Eva would have fainted from the pain after only a few minutes but the stimulant coursing through her body deprives her of that sweet escape.

Both John and Luther have raging hard-ons.  With each stroke of the whip, Eva lurches as far as her chains allow, causing the lead weight dangling from the ring in her clitoris to clang against the metal rod fastened to the dildo.  That is music to both men’s ears.

When the whipping session is complete the old men come closer to inspect the damage done to Eva’s body.  Karl removes the dildo from her cunt and the spikes beneath her feet. He expertly removes the wires around her toes so that the teen slave can dangle, exhausted, from her chains.  Remarkably there is little physical evidence of the scourge on Eva’s body.  Except for the odd welt and bruise, her skin remains flawless.  However, her throat is quite sore from ten minutes of almost continuous screaming.

“Just as I hoped,” remarks the whip’s inventor.  “The ‘Lightning Cat’ appears to cause more pain than its ancient predecessor but does far less permanent damage.  If Medusa had uses a normal flagrum this cunt’s back and tits they would be hamburger meat and the floor around her awash in her blood.  Even if a torturer-doll like Cunt Eva did survive, it would take her a month to recover.  With this whip we can give her a ten minute break and start all over again.”

Eva cannot believe her ears!  Do they intend to subject her to the whip a second time?

”It’s a wonderful invention,” says Medusa.  “It has a fine balance and its effort-to-pain ratio is remarkable.  I could have whipped the little bitch for hours and not get tired.”

Smith grabs Eva by her sweat-soaked blonde hair and lifts her head to face him.

“What did you think of it, Pain Toy?” he asks.

“H-h-hurts horribly,” she whispers hoarsely.

“Good,” says Smith.

He instructs the torture twins to release Eva, wipe her down and put a ring gag into her mouth.  Medusa empties a glass of orange juice into the girl to keep her strength up.

Once the teen is cleaned up and has had her juice, she is forced onto her knees.  Her hands are cuffed behind her back.

During this “rest period” the four men take turns skull fucking the fifteen-year old.  John goes first.  He pistons his cock down her throat.  After a few minutes he stops with his dick all the way into her so that his grey pubic hair tickles her nose.  Sticky ribbons of drool flow around his cock onto the floor.  Medusa then reaches over and pinches Eva’s nostrils shut.  After a few seconds, her stomach starts to heave and John pulls his cock out just before a good portion of the contents of the teen’s stomach volcanoes out of her mouth.  The three other men cock-choke her in turn until her stomach has been emptied onto the stone floor of the chamber.  Her wrists are freed and, as she feared, Eva spends the last five minutes of her “break” licking and sucking the puke back into her stomach.  Too exhausted to continue, the beautiful teenaged slave collapses to lie with her cheek in a puddle of her own vomit.

Her torturers let her “relax” while they set up the second station of torment for the poor girl.

After a few minutes, Eva is roused from her semi-consciousness by loud buzzing sounds.  The twins lift her to her feet lead her to a corner of the chamber to be cleaned up for round two of her torment.  They purposely lead her past a modern electric torture rack.  On a stand beside the torture instrument is a large glass case.  The teen gasps when she notices a small swarm of the largest hornets she’s ever seen angrily buzzing around the inside of the case.

Medusa notices Eva’s reaction and says, “Those are Giant Asian Hornets.  You’re going to be allowed to play with them, or more accurately they are going to be allowed to play with you.”

It takes only five minutes to hose down Eva.  She’s given another injection of stimulant (this time in her right nipple) and some more orange juice before she is led to the rack. Unlike most racks, this one is T-shaped. An electric winch is bolted to the end of each branch of the device.  The naked teen is force onto her back on the central column of the tee so that her ass rests on the crossbar.  Her wrists are shackled to two chains attached to the winch above her head.  Each of her ankles is chained to a winch at opposite ends of the cross bar.

At Smith’s signal, Charon and his sister turn on the winches fastened to Eva’s legs.  As the chains are reeled in her legs spread wider and wider until they are at right angles to her torso.  The pain in her hips is excruciating.

The device has been adjusted so that Eva’s body lies level with Smith’s waist. He steps up to the rack so that he is looking directly at the young slave.  He begins to describe her next ordeal.

“Cunt Eva,” he says.  “You have survived the first session quite well and now you’re ready for the next.”

As he speaks, Ivy gasps for he has idly shoved a finger into her pussy.

“You can hear the rather angry subjects of a little scientific experiment in that case over there,” he continues as he slips a second finger into her cunt. “The case contains a dozen giant hornets.  Before we begin our experiment, I will tell you a little bit about them.”

His third finger finds the warm confines of the teen’s moist pussy.

“The Asian Hornet is the largest hornet in the world.  It’s about two inches long and has a stinger that is about a quarter inch in length.  Unlike a bee, its stinger has no barb so it can inject venom into its victims many times and, judging by the size of the bug, it has plenty of venom.”

Eva moans as finger number four burrows into her cunt.

“Now let me tell you about the hornet’s venom.  It contains a mixture of several different chemicals.  One is capable of dissolving skin and even bone, another chemical acts as a nerve stimulant to increase the pain of the sting and another releases an odor that attracts other hornets.”

Smith’s thumb joins his fingers in the girl’s vagina.  She screams when he makes a fist inside her.

Unperturbed, Smith keeps talking.  “The Asian Hornet is extremely aggressive and its favorite prey is the honey bee.  A single hornet can kill dozens of bees in a minute.  It pinches off their heads with its large mandibles.  I’m not sure if the hornets are attracted to the pheromones given off by the bees themselves or by the smell of their honey.  I suppose I could do some research on the Net but I thought a small experiment would be more fun.”

Eva is starting to sweat.  The pain in her hips throb with every beat of her heart and it only increases as the old man begins to push his clenched fist deeper into her cunt.  At least the old bastard could have taken off his heavy signet ring.

“Here’s what we’re going to do,” he says as he twists his fist in her pussy. “After I take my fist out of your cunt we’re going to keep it open with this wire mesh dildo.”

Medusa shows it to Eva.  It is about six inches long and bullet shaped, tapering slowly from a three inch opening at its base an inch in diameter at the other end.

Smith continues. “My helpers are going to dip this special dildo in honey before shoving it into you.  They are also going to smear your left tit with honey.  Using fine silk thread, they will attach three honey bees to your clit ring and four to the nipple of your right breast. Now don’t worry you pretty little head about being stung by the bees for they are the stingless variety from South America.”

He removes his fist from her pussy with a loud wet pop.  Charon and Medusa immediately get to work on her.  Charon slides the honey-dipped screen into her bruised pussy and fastens it there with a small fine chain which he clips to her clit ring.  With remarkable dexterity for a man with such large hands, he ties one end of a silk strand to the same ring.  The other end of the two inch thread has been glued to the top of the thorax of a honey bee. He continues to fasten two more bees to the ring.

As her brother works at Eva’s cunt, Medusa is tying the fourth silk noose around the slave’s engorged right nipple.  She makes a point of tying the three inch long thread painfully tigh.  The feet of the four bees tickle Eve’s sensitive skin as they explore that beautiful pink mound of flesh.

Finished with the bees, Medusa smears a dollop of honey over the teen’s left tit making sure her nipple is completely covered.

“Do you want us to apply honey anywhere else, Master Smith?” asks Charon.  “Perhaps her eyelids?”

“What a wonderful idea,” the old man answers.  “Alas no, Cunt Eva will need to be able to see out of both her eyes when we send her away from here.  Instead, put some honey in her belly button then dip your finger in the honey and shove it up her ass.”

Soon Eva is ready for the “scientific experiment”.  The bees crawl over Eva’s breast and naked pubis while Karl sets up a frame over the entire rack.  He quickly installs clear plastic panels onto the frame after placing the hornet case on the floor beside the Eva.  Karl also puts a small gas canister beside the rack.  He has installed small cameras to the inside of the top of the frame for the viewing pleasure of the audience upstairs in the TV room.

All is ready.  The time-release lock on the hornet case clicks and the spring-loaded door on the top flips open.

While she cannot see it yet, Eva’s pulse speeds up when she hears the low but loud drone of the first hornet’s three inch long wings as it gains altitude. It comes into view, flying the length of her naked body.  Eva can hear more hornets taking to the air.  The first large insect lands on her right breast just as a second one drops onto her left tit.  The first bug attacks one of the bees, snapping off its head with its large jaws.  Meanwhile two hornets have landed on her pussy.  One takes the head off a bee while the other crawls into the honey-dipped mesh dildo in her cunt.

Suddenly a searing hot pain explodes in her right breast. In its frenzy to destroy the bees, the first hornet has jammed its stinger into her Eva’s nipple. The fifteen year-old howls and a second hornet drives its stinger into the soft flesh two millimeters away from her clitoris.  Both insects are not satisfied with a single sting.  Instead they repeatedly drive their venomous daggers into her flesh.  Eva’s shrieks go up an ear-splitting octave when the insect inside her pussy begins hacking at her pussy through the wire mesh of the dildo.  She bucks and jerks furiously in a vain attempt to dislodge the insects.

The audience in the television room is mesmerized by the sight of a dozen huge hornets swarming over Eva’s naked body.  Three are now on her left breast and two on her right. They seem to take turns driving their stingers into her body.  Three times her left nipple has been stung while her right has been stung twice.  Both nips begin to swell.  Pain in her right one builds as the four tiny nooses around it dig into her swelling flesh.

Two hornets attack her belly button with their burning stings. After stinging the inside of her pussy several times the hornet in the mesh dildo back out and climb on the flesh between her legs.  It has just enough venom left to drive its stinger into the girl’s clitoris.

The largest hornet lands on her face.  She shakes her head furiously but cannot dislodge it.  It walks over her mouth and climbs over her nose until it perches on her sweating forehead. Eva looks up to see the quarter-inch long gleaming black stinger looming over her right eye.  She shuts her eye just as the insect raises its abdomen in order to drive its sting repeatedly into her eyeball….

End of Part IV.