INNOCENCE BETRAYED (Part 2)
By Cerberus
"Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and
death of his fellow creature is amusing in itself."
-- J.A. Froude
Ivy, still naked but for the steel manacles which roughly encircle her fragile
wrists and slim ankles, is escorted out of the dungeon and into a small
elevator. Oksana presses the button for the basement and in a moment the three
beautiful teenagers step out into a tiny foyer. Waiting to greet them is a
tall, woman dressed entirely in a tight black leather body stocking. She
carries a riding crop in one hand.
"Stand to attention!" she orders as she theatrically slaps the crop against the
side of her shining black jack-boot.
The nude Russian twins immediately obey while Ivy stands trembling in shocked
confusion between them.
Addressing Ivy, the woman says, "You will have to learn how to stand to
attention. Look at Oksana and do as she does."
Ivy looks at the blonde beauty. She is standing with her legs straight, feet
spread to shoulder width. Her back is arched slightly so that her small, still
developing breasts stand out proudly. Finally, her hands are held behind her
head with her fingers interlocked and her elbows parallel to the line of her
shoulders.
Ivy quickly stands to attention. Tears slowly flow from her eyes and she tries
to suppress her sobs as the cruel looking woman inspects her.
"I am Mistress Gloria," the strange woman says. "It is my job to prepare
you for the auction."
Gloria slowly walks around the trio of teenage captives.
"Considering what you've just gone through, my dear Ivy. You look in
remarkably good shape," she remarks.
Indeed she is right. The fourteen year-old's alabaster skin remains
unblemished . Her willowy, slim-legged body, with its small but perfect breasts
and gorgeous, tight behind give little evidence of the horror and humiliation
she has been through.
However, Mistress Gloria knows that, despite her appearance of well-being,
Ivy is in agony. Her muscles ache from her prolonged bondage in the dungeon.
Her jaws and throat hurt from the assault of her father's cock.
Worse than the physical pain is the dawning realization taking root in the
exhausted young beauty's mind that this is no nightmare from which she will soon
awaken. Her confused despair grows by the minute. Her mother's parting words
echo mockingly in her ears:
"Your father and I never loved you. As far as we are concerned you are
just meat. We both wish you a short and pain filled life."
The older woman stands in front of her and gently touches her riding crop
to the raven-haired girl's tender cunt lips.
Ivy gasps in pain and her thoughts return to the present.
"Yes," Gloria smiles. "I imagine your vagina is very sore. I can see that
your labia is red and chafed. In fact, the whole interior of your cunt must be
one large, abraded bruise. Little wonder, considering your three-hour ordeal
with a spiked dildo twice the size of your father's cock locked tightly into
your cunt."
The cruel mistress grins pleasantly as a thin rivulet of blood slowly leaks
over her crop and down the inside of Ivy's left thigh. She withdraws it and
brings its bloody tip to Ivy's face. Slowly she rubs the blood over the
teenager's lips.
Ivy moans as she tastes the salt of her own blood
Mistress Gloria commands the three teens to follow her.
They walk into a small room. There is a videocamera mounted in one wall
and a small table in the center. At the table is a single heavy wooden chair.
Gloria tells Ivy to sit down. As the young captive walks closer to the
chair she notices that the seat of the chair is covered with hundreds of dull
metal studs.
Reluctantly Ivy sits down. The chair has long legs and the teenager's feet
do not touch the floor.
"Make her comfortable," the woman orders the two Russian slaves.
Immediately Lara and Oksana use thin rough hemp rope to tie Ivy's knee to
the base of the chair's arm rests. This leaves Ivy sitting with all her weight
on the studded seat. Her legs are spread wide, exposing her crotch. Moreover,
she cannot lessen the pressure on her bum by pressing her arms down on the
armrests for they are covered with sharp needles.
Ignoring her obvious discomfort, Mistress Gloria pushes Ivy's chair closer
to the table and says to her, "You must be famished. I'm going to let you have
a proper breakfast. I know that it is already the afternoon but you really
haven't had a decent meal since you arrived here last night.
"I watched your parents feed you that sperm snack earlier this morning.
While it was nourishing, I doubt it was filling.
"Now your mother told us that your favorite breakfast is blueberry pancakes
and sausages and that is what we've prepared for you."
While she was talking, Lara had left the small room only to return with a
tray containing a large, deep, plate on which rests a stack of fluffy pancakes
and three large pork sausages. A large glass half-filled with milk rests beside
the platter.
Lara places the food in front of Ivy and lays a plastic knife and fork
beside the plate.
Despite her discomfort, Ivy is starving and the food smells delicious.
She immediately picks up the implements and begins to eat.
While she eats, Mistress Gloria leans against a wall while Oksana and Lara
kneel on either side of her, awaiting instructions.
The food tastes as good as it smells and Ivy continues to eat. However as
she chews her pancake she is surprised by the bitter taste of the blueberries
and by the fact that they are crunchy. Ivy swallows and looks more closely at
the remaining pancakes on her plate. She almost heaves. There are no
blueberries in them. Instead they have been liberally laced with large, blue
houseflies!
Mistress Gloria laughs. "Blueberries are out of season in this part of the
world, besides, bluebottles contain more protein. Continue eating."
The poor girl reluctantly resumes her meal.
After a few moments an obscenely fat man wearing a chef's outfit walks into
the room. Another man holding a video camera follows him.
Standing across the table from Ivy he smiles and says, "You must be Ivy."
He leers at the naked teen. "I see you enjoy my cooking."
Ivy stops eating. She blushes at the humiliation of being tied to the
chair in such an exposed manner.
Chef licks his greasy lips and continues, "Your mother told me that you
like maple syrup on your pancakes and ketchup on your sausages. Unfortunately,
we have neither to offer you. Nonetheless I think we can make do with what
we've got."
While he was talking, the fat pig-like cook walked around the table to
stand beside the bound teen. He reaches down and picks up one of Ivy's
sausages. Holding it delicately between his fat thumb and forefinger he bends
down and rubs it against her bruised cunt lips.
Ivy moans with shame as the warm, greasy meat scrapes against her raw
vagina. In a few seconds, her blood glistens on the meat.
The cameraman captures the chef as he removes the sausage from between
Ivy's legs and rests one bloody end against her lips.
"Eat!" he ordered.
Unwillingly, Ivy opens her mouth and bites off the end of the sausage. Its
smoky flavor now enhanced by the brackish taste of her blood.
The chef laughs loudly as he returns to stand opposite Ivy.
"Now as I said, I have no maple syrup for your pancakes" he continues.
"Maybe this will do instead."
Ivy watches him unzip his fly and knows what he is about to do.
"No. Please don't!" she pleads.
The fat man ignores her as he pulls his grimy cock out of his pants and
points it at her plate of food. He groans with pleasure as he unleashes a foul
stream of hot piss onto her pancakes and sausages.
Ivy gasps and tries to lean back as far as possible on her chair as the
urine splatters onto her plate. Some of the acrid liquid splashes onto her face
and breasts.
Before he finishes peeing, Chef reaches over and picks up Ivy's glass of
milk. He holds it under his cock and fills it to the brim before returning it
to the table.
Finished urinating at last, the chef puts his dick back into his pants,
zips up his fly and says "Bon appetit" before leaving.
Ivy stares mutely at her food. The pancakes and sausages are soaked in
piss. In fact they are sitting in a puddle of yellow urine. To make matters
even worse, Ivy's chest is splattered with piss. A small drop of the fat chef's
urine hangs momentarily from her left nipple before it drops onto her thigh.
Her meal is ruined. It smells awful. Despite her almost empty stomach,
Ivy has lost her appetite.
"Finish eating," orders Mistress Gloria.
"I can't," Ivy sobs.
"If you don't eat what's in front of you, Chef will return and force you to
eat a plate of his shit."
With great reluctance, Ivy picks up her fork and cuts off a piece of
piss-soaked pancake. She puts it into her mouth and gags at its fetid taste, but
remembering Gloria's threat, she manages to swallow it.
She picks up her glass of milk. It is no longer cold, having been warmed
up by the cook's urine. She tries not to breathe through her nose as she
swallows the loathsome solution.
It takes half an hour, but Ivy manages to clean her plate.
She sits exhausted trying to suppress the dry heaves that assault her
stomach.
Mistress Gloria orders Oksana to untie Ivy while Lara returns the empty
plate and glass to the kitchen.
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"Now that you've eaten, let's prepare you to be sold," says Gloria.
"Follow me."
The leather-clad dominatrix leads the way as Oksana escorts Ivy down a
hallway into a large room. The floor of this well lit chamber is made of
terazzo tiles. There are drains installed in the floor. A large, rectangular
stainless steel frame stands vertically over a drain located in the middle of
the floor. The frame is eight feet wide and twelve feet high. Inside each
corner is a small, powerful electric winch with silver colored chains wrapped
around each drum. The end of each chain is fitted with a spring-loaded metal
ring, similar to the kind found a dog leash.
Lara has returned from the kitchen and she and Oksana help Ivy to balance
on center of the lower bar of the frame. As one Russian twin steadies her on
the bar, her sister unreels the chains on the lower winches and snaps the chains
onto Ivy's ankle cuffs.
A low humming noise makes Ivy look up at the upper winches that are
lowering their chains. These machines are controlled by the remote control in
Mistress Gloria's hand.
In a minute the upper chains are locked onto Ivy's wrist manacles.
With the press of a button, all four winches begin to reel in their chains.
Ivy's arms are pulled up at forty-five degree angles from her shoulders. Soon
the teen captive's feet are lifted completely off of the lower rung of the
frame. She moans as the entire weight of her ninety-five pound body is supported
solely by her wrists. The winches located at the bottom corners of the frame
pull Ivy's legs apart. They continue to roll until poor Ivy is suspended in a
rigid spread-eagle position.
By the time Mistress Gloria presses the button to stop the winches, her
prisoner is held in position so tightly that her body actually vibrates like an
overwound guitar string. Her arms and legs feel as though an extra ounce of
tension will pull them from their sockets. The only part of her body that Ivy
can move is her head which hangs down, looking with tear filled eyes at the tile
floor.
Ivy has been positioned by the winches so that her head is level with that
of the tall Mistress.
"Now we're going to wash you and get you ready for the auction," announces
the leather-clad dominatrix.
"But first we must do something to stop the blood seeping from your cunt,"
she continues. "I've got just the remedy for that."
Indeed thin rivulets of scarlet blood continue to slowly ooze over Ivy's
cunt lips and wend their way down the inside of both her creamy, wide-spread
thighs.
Gloria signals to Oksana, who goes over to a table near the wall and
returns with what looks like a white plastic vibrator and an adjustable
stainless steel rod. Gloria takes the vibrator and holds it before Ivy.
Ivy gazes at the dildo. It is perfectly smooth and not nearly as big as
the dildo that she was forced to endure in the torture chamber earlier that day.
Perhaps, she thinks grimly, this won't be too bad.
"I don't know if you ever had the opportunity to watch your father shave.
With the advent of modern razors men never rarely nick themselves any more
(more's the pity). Anyhow, in the past, a man would stop the bleeding of a
razor cut with a Styptic Pencil. It was quite effective and worked by
constricting the cut blood vessels. The only problem was that it stung like
hell."
Having said this, Gloria places the tip of the Styptic dildo into the
opening of Ivy's ravaged vagina and, with one smooth motion slides eight inches
of it up her cunt.
At first Ivy only is aware of the pressure of having a foreign object
filling her vaginal channel. For an instant it even feels soothingly cool.
Then suddenly every inch of her cunt wall feels like it's on fire.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhh!!!" shrieks the teenager.
A white-hot poker inserted into her vagina would hurt less than this.
"A five minute application should stop the bleeding," says Gloria, still
holding the dildo in her captive.
"Lara, bring me the holder."
The nude, beauty brings over the stainless steel cylinder. It is
constructed like a floor microphone stand with one section telescoping into the
other.
Lara fits one end of the cylinder into a bracket in the middle of the lower
bar of the frame from which Ivy is suspended. She then lengthens the holder
until its other end can be fitted into the hollow end of the Styptic dildo.
Once in place, Lara turns a collar midway up the shaft which locks the
extension.
Gloria can now let go of the dildo and step away from Ivy. She inspects
the fourteen year-old who quivers in her chains with the large burning dildo
held firmly in her cunt by the metal rod.
The ill-fated teen continues to wail and keen as the stinging chemical
seems to eat away the lining of her vagina. The exquisite pain does not
diminish.
The chains hold her so tightly that she can do nothing to dislodge the vile
invader.
The Russian slaves return to stand before Ivy. They don't appear to be
affected at all by the young teen's suffering. Each girl holds a bucket of
soapy water in one hand. Her other hand is covered with a rough, loofah glove.
Lara walks behind Ivy while her sister comes close to her front. They plunge
their hands in the bucket and begin to scrub the new captive. Ivy squirms as the
slaves wash her soiled skin. Soon the sweat, dried piss and sperm from her
ordeal with her parents in the dungeon and the loathsome chef are gone.
The girls even wash and condition Ivy's raven tresses.
Taking two large towels, the Russian teens vigorously dry Ivy until her
skin glows a healthy pink.
At last, Lara removes the styptic dildo from Ivy's cunt. Painful though
effective, the horrible device did stop the slow ooze of blood.
"Take her down," orders Mistress Gloria as she uses the remote control to
slacken the tension on the chains that hold Ivy in place.
Oksana and Lara quickly disconnect the chains from her manacle and lead the
stunned teen to a well-lit corner of the room where a high chair is positioned
beside a wheeled table covered with various cosmetics. They make her sit down
and clip her wrist manacles to rings in the arms of the chair.
Gloria stands before the girl and says, "Now that you're clean, we're going
to make you beautiful for the auction. You have an innocent beauty. I think
that if we make up you're face so that you look like a whore, you'll fetch a
high price."
Lara reclines Ivy's chair. Ivy sits helplessly as the young teen slave
brushes her hair and begins to style it into a French braid. Meanwhile, Oksana
begins to apply make up to the captive's face. Ivy's skin is flawless and needs
no foundation make-up to cover blemishes. First the teen slave outlines Ivy's
pouting lips with a dark red lip-liner. She then fills in the outline with ruby
red lipstick. Next, she carefully applies dark eyeliner and mascara to Ivy's
eyes and lashes. Finally the young Russian concentrates her efforts on Ivy's
breasts. Her small mounds are tipped with small but prominent nipples. Using a
fine brush, Oksana carefully applies a red color to the tips of Ivy's breasts.
When she finishes Ivy's nipples appear to glow brightly on her translucent white
flesh.
After a few seconds Ivy's nipples begin to burn.
"The make-up that Oksana applied to your nipples is mixed with hot pepper
paste and itching powder," explains Gloria.
Ivy squirmed uncomfortably. Her nipples feel like they are being rubbed
with very hot sandpaper. They swell to their full size as they became engorged
with blood. Now that the tips of her nipples are fully erect - standing one
half-inch from her aureoles - Oksana bends over her and applies a second coat of
the hot and itchy make-up. She works carefully, ensuring that every millimeter
of Ivy's breast tips is painted with the devilish cosmetic.
Once she is finished, she holds a mirror before Ivy. Ivy had never worn
make-up before in her life. Despite her physical discomfort, she looked raptly
at her face. She looked like a beautiful little girl made up as a high-class
prostitute - a virgin-whore.
Lara had finished braiding Ivy's hair. She now kneels before her and
grabbed her right leg. She inserts a small silver key into an almost invisible
hole in the steel manacle encircling Ivy's ankle. With a quiet click the cold,
metal cuff springs open. With some relief, Ivy realizes that her manacles had
not been welded on after all but could be removed. Lara quickly removes the
other shackle from Ivy's left ankle. Meanwhile Oksana has unhooked Ivy's arms
from the chair.
Both Russian beauties help Ivy down from the chair. She stands naked
beside the chair while Lara goes to a shelf picks up something that Ivy cannot
recognize and then returns.
"Before we bring you upstairs,"Gloria announces, "we're going to dress you
in a few accessories that will heighten the child-whore image that our members
find so appealing.
Lara fits a lacy, red satin garter belt around Ivy's waist while Oksana
kneels down to lift Ivy's right foot and begins to slide a wispy white stocking
over her it. She pulls the stocking up the length of Ivy's beautiful leg and
hooks it to the scarlet garter belt. She then puts an identical stocking on
Ivy's left leg. Finally the Russian slave replaces the metal manacles around
Ivy's ankles.
Gloria tells Ivy to stand at attention. The fourteen year-old remembers to
stand up straight with her fingers locked behind her neck, her legs spread at
shoulder width and her back slightly arched.
The mistress inspects her captive. Walking behind Ivy, Gloria is pleased
at the way the red garter belt and its suspenders frame the teen's perfect butt.
She continues her inspection by walking in front of Ivy. She notes with
satisfaction that Ivy's lips, nipples and garter belt are the same shade of red.
Gloria is pleased with her handiwork. "Two things before we go," she announces.
Oksana hands her a red leather dog leash. Gloria clips it to the steel
collar around Ivy's slender neck.
Meanwhile Lara drapes a scarlet satin cape over Ivy's shoulders. She
closes the front of the cape and holds it closed with two red silk ribbons. Ivy
is completely enclosed within the floor-length garment.
"All right, lets go upstairs and introduce you to the members of the
Thanatos Society. If you're lucky you'll be purchased by one of the less
sadistic ones."
She laughs and corrects herself. "What am I saying. Each of our members
tries to out do the other in cruelty.
"Now listen carefully. When we get upstairs you'll be taken into the main
lobby of the Manor. There I will use a long chain to fasten your right ankle to
one of the stone pillars. I know your mother told you that you would be chained
between two pillars. Well she was mistaken. Our members like to see how you
move about and chaining you tightly would not allow that.
"If a member asks you a question answer it. Otherwise do not speak. You
will do anything they ask of you. Each member is to have free access to your
mouth, cunt and even your virgin ass-hole
"The only restriction that we place on the members is that they do nothing
to you that would produce a visible scar. Of course once you are sold, your new
owner can do whatever he or she wants to you. Just last month we sold a twelve
year-old girl to one of our more imaginative members. He paid over half a
million dollars for her. Do you know want he did with her?"
"N..no," Ivy whispered.
Gloria continued, "Within an hour of taking possession of her he had a
stainless steel rod shove up her cunt until it came out her mouth. He then used
the rod as a spit to slowly barbecue her. Our chef is so skilled with the rod
that she was still alive when she was placed over the hot coals.
"She was delicious. But then you must know that. Those sausages you had
for breakfast were the last of her.
"I think I saw him at the Manor today. I hope for your sake, he's not
feeling peckish," laughed the evil mistress.
Having said that, Gloria tugs at the dog leash and leads Ivy to her fate.
END OF PART TWO
