Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Tale - Part 4
"You must be thirsty," Otto growls. Here, drink this.
His associate places a dog dish on the floor in front of Ivy. It is filled with
water laced with sugar and a stimulant. The teen is very thirsty and quickly
kneels at the dog dish. However before she can begin Otto grabs her by the
scruff of her neck.
"Hold it a minute," he orders.
Ivy watches as John bends over the dog dish, clears his throat noisily and spits
a large, yellow-grey ball of phlegm directly into the middle of the water.
As Ivy gazes at the disgusting slime ball as Otto explains to her that she will
never eat or drink anything at Thanatos Manor that has not been made more
fitting by the addition of something repulsive.
"We do this to remind you that you are no longer a human deserving of human
food," he continues. "In fact, we don't even consider you an animal. You are a
thing... a sperm sponge... a fuck-puppet.
New floods of tears erupt from the fourteen year-old as these cruel words
bombard her.
But Otto isn't finished. "The sooner you realize that we can crush you and
throw you away like a bug, the better your slim chances will be for survival.
Do everything you are ordered to do without hesitation and you may make it to
your fifteenth birthday. Now drink up."
Despite the embarrassment of having to eat like a dog, Ivy is parched so she
kneels down and laps up the vile mixture. She drinks the entire contents of the
bowl including the phlegm wad, which she quickly swallows with a shudder. As
soon as she is finished, the German roughly jerks her to her feet.
By now Ivy has resigned herself to an afternoon of pain and humiliation.
However, her heart leaps in her breast when she sees the crowd parting and a
kindly looking grey-haired lady waddles towards her.
"Grandma!!" Ivy cannot believe her eyes. She is astounded to see the familiar
form of her beloved grandmother cutting a swath through the milling crowd in the
foyer of Thanatos Manor.
Granny Mary is in her late sixties - a plump, short woman with apple-red cheeks
and a constant smile. She wears a simple housedress and her grey hair is
pulled back in a tight bun.
Ivy's mind is flooded with the memory of the comfort she always enjoyed when she
visited Granny. How they baked cookies together and how she confided in the
protective old woman, telling her of all her hopes and dreams for the future.
Now, magically, she was here to save her!
As the old woman comes closer Ivy shouts, "Oh Granny please save me. Mommy and
daddy have done horrible things to me!"
The old woman comes close enough to embrace her granddaughter.
"Now, now dear," she consoles. "Everything is alright now. I'm here to help
you."
"Look what they've done to you," continues Granny. "Here let me unlace these
horrible leather things and free your arms."
Grandma turns the youngster around and expertly loosens the laces of her bondage
sleeves.
As soon as her arms are free, Ivy turns and throws them around her granny's
plump form.
"Thank you, thank you Gram," she sobs.
The old woman continues to comfort the teen. "Oh Ivy, it must have been a
nightmare to have your parents to do those unspeakable things to you... I can't
believe it."
Ivy is too relieved to wonder how Granny had found her and why she had not been
stopped by anyone in the Manor. Both Otto and John stand passively by while the
woman comforts her.
Grandma glares at Otto. "You there," she orders. "Take that chain off the poor
girl's ankle. Then go get me a robe to cover her nakedness."
Otto quickly releases Ivy from the ankle manacle and leaves to get a robe.
"There now," she smiles. "You'll be right as rain in a few minutes. Oh by the
way. You must be famished. I just happen to have brought some cookies that I
made yesterday."
Ivy remembers the wonderful smells of her grandma's kitchen on the weekends when
she stayed over at the old woman's neighboring estate. The old dear always was
baking bread and pastries. Her speciality was wonderful oatmeal raisin cookies
- the teen's favourite. Many were the rainy afternoons when Ivy would visit
grandma and help her bake those delectable treats.
Just when she had lost hope, it has returned with her grandma.
Grandmother opens the shoulder bag she had been carrying and takes out a clear
plastic baggy. She opens it and places a cookie into her granddaughter's mouth.
Comfort Food. The ravenous teen bites it in half and begins chewing. Something
is wrong. The melt-in-your-mouth sweetness she had been expecting is replaced
by a bitter taste. Puzzled, Ivy looks closely at the remaining half of the
cookie in her granny's hand.
Her grandmother eyes harden and she smiles at her coldly and says, "You may be
wondering why the raisins in these cookies have wings and legs. Well, now that
you are property of the Thanatos Society, I felt you'd better get used to your
new diet. So I replaced the raisins with dead houseflies. I also mixed a
half-cup of dog shit into the batter. Now eat up."
Ivy leaps back in shock. Not Granny too!!
John returns to Ivy and grab her firmly by the shoulders.
Granny walks up to Ivy and holds the rest of the first cookie to her
granddaughter's lips.
"Eat, my dear." She orders.
John cruelly twists her arm behind her back until Ivy open her mouth. Granny
lays the cookie on her tongue. The innocent victim begins to chew but the vile
flavour and texture are too much for her. Her stomach heaves and she vomits its
contents onto the floor.
"You bitch!" cries Granny. "John, make her clean it up."
Once again, Ivy is forced to her knees. Her face pushed toward the mess on the
floor. She is horrified. Crumbled cookie pieces speckled with chewed flies and
shit are flecked with Norm Green's sperm. She even recognizes Otto's phlegm wad.
The whole concoction is soaked in her stomach juices and piss. Ivy swallows and
vomits...swallows and vomits... swallows and vomits until she finally keeps the
noxious sludge down.
She is finally allowed to stand up. John holds her by the scruff of her neck.
Granny continues to smile at Ivy. "You little fool. Do you actually believe
that I'd be permitted to waltz in here and whisk you away? No dear, I'm here at
the request of the management of the Manor. I've been asked to use my special
talents to determine scientifically how much pain you can endure."
She orders John to prepare the girl.
He continues to hold her still while Otto returns, not with a robe but with a
large rectangular frame, similar to the one Ivy had been bound to while her
child-whore make-up was applied. This apparatus is on a heavy, wheeled cart and
is affixed at its sides to pillars that allow the frame to turn a complete 360
degree circle so that Ivy can be suspended with her head up and her feet down,
or her feet up and her head down.
John removes Ivy's stockings but not her garter belt before he and Otto attach
her by her wrists and ankles to manacles in the four inside corners of the iron
frame. Once again her legs are spread wide, exposing her naked vagina.
Ivy hangs suspended as tight as a guitar string. She can only move her head.
John now goes off and returns in a few moments pushing wheeled table. It
contains two shelves. On the top shelf is a closed leather case and a syringe
filled with a cloudy yellow liquid. The only other thing on the top shelf is a
black box with a large dial in its center. A thick, black electric cable
emerges from one end of the box and leads to a connector which links the machine
to a series of three car batteries resting on the table's lower shelf. The
opposite end of the machine has an opening form which sprout a veritable bouquet
of long, thin wires. The end of each wire is tipped with a tiny alligator clip.
Grandma picks up the hypodermic syringe and addresses Ivy.
"As I said before, I've been asked to demonstrate to your potential buyers how
much pain you can stand. Until now your experience with pain has been
relatively mild. Granted a spiked, chilli-soaked dildo in your vagina and a
cattle prod up your ass hurts. However, we've yet to determine in a scientific
way how much you can take and what parts of your body are most sensitive. In
order to find out every meat-puppet who falls into our clutches is given the
Thanatos Society Pain Threshold Test. I'm proud to say that I was instrumental
in its development. Now let's begin.
"This syringe contains a special stimulant created in the laboratories of the
Society. It will heighten your nerve ending's response to stimulation. It will
also prevent you from fainting."
In a business-like manner, the old woman drives the long needle into her
granddaughter's abdomen. She pushes the plunger flooding Ivy with the
stimulant.
Ivy screams with pain.
"Now we have to wait a few minutes for the chemical to take effect," says
Grandma. "While we wait, I'll show you some of my tools."
The old woman replaces the now empty syringe on the table and zips open the
leather case. She unfolds it revealing a collection of steel needles. There
are more than one hundred of various sizes-ranging from a half an inch to eight
inches. They are a shiny silver colour and are capped with small round copper
heads. The old woman removes one of the two-inch needles and holds it before
her granddaughter's face. Otto hands the old woman a large magnifying glass
that she holds between Ivy and the needle.
Ivy's heart lurches. When viewed through the glass, it becomes apparent that
the shaft of the needle is not smooth but is, in fact covered with hundreds of
tiny barbs.
"I'm very proud of these needles, my dear," Grandma announces. "They are
designed to invoke the maximum amount of pain without permanently scarring skin,
when used properly. Now let's begin."
The old woman moves beside her granddaughter, reaches up and slowly pushes the
needle into the flesh between the thumb and forefinger on the back of Ivy's
right hand.
The teen's shriek of agony echoes off of the Manor's walls. Her right hand
vibrates with pain. Grandma with slow deliberation continues to force the
needle through her granddaughter's flesh until its point emerges from the skin
on the palm side of her hand. Blood begins to trickle out of the wounds on both
the back and palm of her hand.
"You may wonder why it hurts so much, my sweet. Well I have studied the ancient
art of acupuncture and have learned the points on the human body that are
junctions of the fourteen meridians of energy. By piercing one of these
junction points, I can generate exquisite agony without doing any real physical
damage."
While she speaks the old sadist picks up a one-inch long needle. Otto rotates
the frame from which Ivy hangs until the child is parallel to the floor, looking
up at the ceiling.
When the old woman grasps her left foot, Ivy tries to struggle but her efforts
are futile. Grandma tightly grips the teen's large toe and slowly pushes the
steel needle into the flesh just under her toenail. Another ear-shattering
shriek echoes throughout Thanatos Manor. The old woman has a practised hand and
the shaft of the needle can plainly be seen under Ivy's nail. Presently ruby
beads of blood erupt from the tiny wound.
For the next fifteen minutes, Ivy screams constantly as her grandmother inserts
over fifty needles into her delicate flesh. The monstrous woman stops and
orders Otto to rotate Ivy's frame so that she is once more upright. She steps
back to admire her work so far.
The fourteen year-old's body now glistens with sweat. Her voice is now hoarse
from screaming. There is a one-inch steel needle under the nail of each toe and
finger. A two-inch long shaft of steel pierces each nipple. Three-inch needles
have been forced into the joints at the back of each knee. Three needles
penetrate her armpits. Even her beautiful face has not been spared as her
grandmother has pushed a half-inch needle directly into the tip of her nose.
Each of Ivy's butt cheeks bristles with a dozen needles. A one-inch torture
device protrudes from her belly button. Finally, the terrible old woman has
slowly pushed an eight-inch needle through the base of each of the poor girl's
breasts.
Blood flows slowly from each wound and trickles down her gleaming sweat-soaked
body.
Granny smiles at her granddaughter and says, "You've stood up remarkably well by
dear. I've just one more thing to attend to before we hook you up to the car
batteries.
Despite the haze of pain caused by the needles imbedded in her flesh, Ivy hears
the old woman's mention of the car batteries and begins to whimper and implore
the old woman for mercy.
"Please, Grandma. No more... for God's sake stop."
"Now, now dear. I'm almost finished. I just have to attend to your pretty
cunt."
Once more, Ivy is rotated until she is horizontal, facing the ceiling. Granny
has bent over to step under the frame so that she stands between the teen's
wide-spread legs.
"Show Ivy the dildo, Otto", she orders.
The large man holds a gleaming silver dildo in front of Ivy. It is nine inches
long and is completely covered with small holes. The torturer smiles at the
teen and slowly turns the base of the artificial cock. Hundreds of tiny barbed
needles emerge from the holes until the steel phallus bristles with hundreds if
eighth-inch long pins. He turns the base again until the needles disappear back
into the shaft.
Ivy wails anew.
"Keep it up, dear," the old woman smiles as she takes the dildo from Otto.
"Your cries are music to our ears.
"Now, let's continue. I suppose I should lubricate this dildo but have no K-Y
or Vaseline. Perhaps your blood will serve as a suitable substitute."
A small pool of blood has formed in Ivy's navel and streams of blood flow from
her impaled nipples and breasts. The old woman rubs the dildo over her
granddaughter's stomach and breasts until it drips with her blood.
Holding open the lips of Ivy's vagina, she slowly pushes the dildo into her.
Once again, the fourteen year-old's cunt, which had been virgin just hours
before is filled with a large foreign object. Ivy reflexively squeezes her cunt
muscles as she tries to expel the large metal phallus. She is squeezing with
all her might when Granny twists the base of the dildo.
"AIIIII...EE..EE..AHHGHGH!!!"
Her eyes bulge out of her head. Hundreds of needles penetrate her most intimate
flesh. She fights against the impulse to squeeze out the dildo.
"OW...OW....OWW!! Please Granny, take it out, take it out...it hurts....it
hurts...it hurts!!!"
Grandma ignores her wretched pleas and orders Otto to turn Ivy's frame until it
is once more upright.
"Help me hook her up."
For the next five minutes the old woman and her assistant fixes the tiny wires
to the skewers in Ivy's body with small alligator clips. The needles in Ivy's
hands, nipples and breasts have completely penetrated those sensitive areas so
that the points are exposed. In those cases Granny attaches wires to each end
of the needle. Finally, the monstrous old woman attaches a thicker cable, with
a heavier alligator clip to the base of the dildo that fills Ivy's cunt.
She steps back once again to admire her work.
Exhaustion has reduced Ivy's screams of agony to soft groans of pain.
"Now my dear, let me explain what I am about to do," smiles Granny. "I'm going
to use your body like a musical instrument to play what I like to call a
concerto of agony.
"You see these wires are attached to a "keyboard". There is a separate key for
each wire so that I can electrify one needle at a time. Like this."
Granny presses down on one black key. Immediately a jolt of ghastly pain slams
into the big toe if Ivy's left foot. Her entire foot goes into a locked spasm
and pain radiates up as high as her knee.
Her screams start anew.
Smiling once again her grandmother explains to her that there are also keys that
can electrify a group of needles at the same time. She presses one of these and
the needles in the teenager's nipples course with electricity. Ivy feels as
though her nipples are exploding.
Blood and sweat flow freely down her body.
"A small computer in the control box keeps track of this experiment and will
calculate your Pain Tolerance Rating. This will let your new owner determine
just what he or she has to do to get the most suffering out of you. Let's
begin," says Granny.
For the next five minutes the halls of Thanatos Manor resonate with the agonized
cries of the fourteen year-old captive.
Electric pain jolts each of her toes individually. Then the pain invades all the
toes of her left foot, then her right nipple, then her nose. Granny then
electrifies the twelve needles in Ivy's right buttock and then those in her
left. The fingers of her left hand erupt with agony from her pinkie to her
thumb and then from her thumb back to her pinkie.
Next the old sadist concentrates the electricity in the needle that are imbedded
in Ivy's sensitive acupuncture energy meridians, causing her granddaughter's
cries of pain to go up by a complete octave.
She then turns off all the currents. Ivy hangs limply from her bonds. She is
exhausted. Her skin drips with sweat and blood.
Granny presses the key that shoots electricity into the dildo. Hundreds of
needles blast torment into the already bruised and chafed flesh of Ivy's vagina.
The poor girl stiffens. Her eyes bulge and her mouth opens in an agonized
animal-like shriek. Spittle drools from her lips and drips onto her chest.
"AAAYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHH...H...H!!!!"
Despite the stimulant coursing through her veins, Ivy mercifully passes out from
the pain.
While she remains unconscious, Granny and her helpers remove the needles from
her granddaughter's flesh. As Otto wheels away the cart carrying the
instruments of torture, the old woman holds a vial of smelling salts under Ivy's
nose.
With a jerk Ivy raises her head. Blood continues to ooze out of some of her
wounds, particularly out of her tortured vagina.
"My dear," Granny announces. "I'm happy to say that you are particularly
sensitive to pain yet do not pass out easily. I'm sure you'll give your new
owner many hours of pleasure. I'm very proud of you."
The hapless teen is released from the torture frame. She remains completely
naked but for her scarlet garter belt. Ivy trembles and can barely stand. In
fact she would have fallen to her knees if Otto weren't supporting her by the
scruff of her neck.
"Before I leave you, dear," Granny announces. "I want to take a few pictures of
you for my "special" album. You see you're not the first of my 'granddaughters'
and you won't be the last. In fact there is an exquisite eleven year-old who
thinks that I'm her granny who should be ripe for the plucking or should I say
fucking in a year or two."
The sadistic old woman takes a Polaroid camera from her purse. While Otto holds
Ivy firmly, Granny sarcastically orders her to smile and begins taking pictures.
After a minute the pictures are developed. Grandma shows them to her
granddaughter. Ivy looks at the first picture. In it Otto towers over her
while she looks stricken at the camera. Her sweat glistening alabaster skin is
covered with a lacework of blood. Scarlet tendrils flow from the puncture
wounds left by the barbed needles. Her breasts, nipples, toes and fingers drip
blood while a small streamlet of blood trickles from her vagina and down her
inner thighs.
"Well dear, I must leave you now," announces the old woman. "We might meet
again someday, but I doubt it. So let me leave you with a few words of advice."
The trembling, bleeding teen stares at her grandmother.
"Until today, my dear, life for you was easy. Well, in the past few hours
you've learned that life can be hard. For you it will be especially hard. You
must remember that you are nothing more than the property of your owner. You
have no rights and should expect no mercy. If you are lucky, you will be dead
in a few months. More likely, though, you can expect to spend many years as a
sex-slave. While you remain young and pretty, your owner will probably do no
pemanent physical damage to you. If you're "lucky" he will likely use you for
the pleasure of himself and his close associates. However, as you get older and
the blush of youth fades, your ordeals will grow in severity. Here's some
advice. Learn to obey. No matter what you are ordered to do, do it. Fuck when
you're told to fuck and suck when you're told to suck. If your master orders
you to spread your legs for his dogs, do it without hesitation."
Tears well up in Ivy's. "Please Granny, why are they doing this to me? I want
to go home!"
Ignoring her, the old woman continues.
"If your master orders you to clean out a horse's stall with your mouth, do it.
If he wants to use your tongue for toilet paper, do not resist. If you do, you
may be sent back here to the Manor where you will suffer a fate more horrible
than you can ever imagine. It will make what you are going through today seem
like a Saturday afternoon at the Mall.
"Now give your Granny a goodbye kiss."
The old woman leans forward and embraces her the shivering teenaged beauty.
This time, however, instead of the grandmotherly peck on the cheek that she was
used to, Ivy finds Granny planting a wet kiss on her mouth. She struggles to
break free as the old woman pushes her tongue over Ivy's lips and into her soft
mouth. The teen is shocked and humiliated by this French kiss. Granny
continues to insinuate her tongue into her grand daughter's mouth while her
gnarled hands rove over the teen's bloody buttocks.
After what seems like an eternity, the old woman breaks her embrace.
"Oh dear," she remarks. I've got your blood all over my nice dress. Oh well,
It'll wash out."
Without another word, she leaves.
John now addresses the small group of people who wait quietly to inspect Ivy.
"Before we continue I beg your patience a little longer while we make this
little meat-puppet more presentable."
Otto holds Ivy while John retrieves a bucket of soapy water in which floats a
large sponge. With little ceremony, he removes her now bloody garter belt and
begins to wash down her body. Soon both sponge and suds are tinged pink with
Ivy's blood.
Ivy begins to tremble even more for the solution in the bucket is icy cold yet
burns horribly.
"Oh, please stop!" she begs.
"I'm almost finished, slut. It burns because there is alum in the water to stop
the bleeding," growls the leather-clad giant.
Dropping the sponge into the bucket he goes to the table and picks up the
styptic dildo.
Ivy remembers the agony of that tool and tries futilely to squirm out of Otto's
iron grip.
Without hesitation John kneels down, spreads open Ivy's cunt with two fingers of
one hand and slides the dildo into her bruised girl-flesh.
Ivy squeals and struggles even more but cannot expel the fiery plastic cock.
After a minute, John pulls it out. Her cunt is no longer bleeding.
John uses the sponge one last time to wipe the last rivulets of blood from Ivy's
inner thighs.
Ivy is now clean. Her whorish make-up has been washed off and she is restored
to the model of youthful innocence. Even her ruby red nipples appear more
naturally pink and the itching and burning has stopped.
John refastens the ankle manacle to Ivy so that once more, she is chained to the
ring bolted to the floor.
Otto signals to the next man who has been waiting patiently to inspect the girl.
