INNOCENCE BETRAYED (Part 3)
By Cerberus
Ivy whimpers with pain as she struggles to follow Mistress Gloria. Gloria leads
Ivy by a red leather dog leash attached to the young girl's collar. Her body is
completely concealed by a floor-length scarlet satin cape.
Ivy follows her Mistress up a narrow stone staircase. She moans feebly for her
nipples burn and itch horribly. The tender buds of flesh have been coated with
bright red rouge that has been mixed with a camphor gel and itching powder. As
a result the luckless teen's nipples are constantly engorged with blood that
makes them as hard as pencil erasers.
Gloria stops on a small landing at the top of the steps that lead from the
dungeons. A heavy wooden door stands closed in the wall. The dominatrix turns
to Ivy.
"Stop your whimpering or I'll fill your mouth with a spiked ball-gag," she
orders.
"When we pass through this door we will be on the ground floor of the Manor. I
don't want to hear a peep out of you once we go in. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," whispers Ivy.
"Good. Now let's go," Gloria orders with a jerk of the dog leash.
Ivy's eyes widen with astonishment as she and Gloria step through the doorway.
Thanatos Manor is a three hundred year-old Scottish country mansion. She's in a
wide hallway. Dark wood panelling protects the lower half of the walls and fine
silk brocade wallpaper covers the upper half. Several narrow mahogany tables
stand along the walls and large padded chairs are placed here and there along
the corridor. Small crystal chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, bathing the
passageway in soft yellow light.
As Gloria leads Ivy down the hall by her leash, the dominatrix points out some
of the art that adorns the walls.
"If you look at that picture you will see that you are in good company" declares
the dominatrix.
Ivy stops to look at a large, framed colour photograph that hangs on the wall.
It is a professional quality picture of Shirley Church, taken when she was no
more than six years old. The curly haired moppet is flashing her famous smile
at the camera while a large wad of creamy sperm trickles out of the right corner
of her mouth, drips down her chin onto her naked chest. Her little fist grasps
a large black cock that points at her right cheek, a pearly ribbon of cum is
suspended between the tip of the cock and the tiny movie star's lips.
"That picture was take moments after her co-star, Bill "Bojingles" Robertson
came in her mouth," Gloria explains. "Shirley was not just a talented singer
and dancer. She was also one of the best little cocksuckers in Hollywood. She
normally would have swallowed the sperm but the photographer wanted to show it
dripping from her lips. They say she always took direction well."
With a tug of the leash Gloria leads her young captive down the hall and stops
at another picture.
"Here's another Hollywood legend when she was only twelve years old," the
dominatrix says. "This is ElisabethTrawler being fucked up the ass by Mickey
Roundtree, her co-star in the film National Vellum.
Ivy stares at the large color photograph. In it the child star is on her hands
and knees in the dirt of an outdoor paddock as Mickey rams his dick up her ass.
The raven-haired beauty's alabaster skin is marred only by the red marks of a
riding crop that she now grasps between her teeth. Her tormentor had
concentrated on her perfect behind and her budding breasts. The actress's head
is turned so that she is staring directly at the camera. Tears flow freely from
her gorgeous violet eyes.
"You can see why Mickey Roundtree managed to attract so many women. Despite his
diminutive size, he has a huge cock," laughs Gloria.
The tall blonde and her captive continue down the corridor towards the front of
the Manor.
Presently they walk into the foyer of the Manor. It is a very large area,
roughly oval in shape. A large double door leads out of the building. Two
heavily armed guards flank the doorway. The floor is a checkerboard of black
and white tiles.
A small group of people is standing in the foyer apparently waiting for Ivy's
arrival.
All eyes follow the dominatrix as she leads her prisoner towards a brightly-lit
area quite close to the front door. It is a space approximately fifteen feet by
fifteen feet near the curved outer wall. Its marble surface is four inches
higher than the checkerboard floor of the foyer. A large steel ring is imbedded
in the centre of this low platform. A heavy silver eight-foot long chain is
fastened to the ring. A large banner hangs from the ceiling. Black letters
spell out "Silent Auction: 14 Year-Old Sex-Slave". On a pedestal rests a large
book of lined white paper. A Mont Blanc pen rests in the centre of the book. It
is in this book that the members of the Thanatos Society will record what they
are willing to pay to own Ivy.
On the edge of the platform is a table not unlike the one that Ivy had been
bound to in the dungeon earlier today. Beside the table is a small, wheeled
stand containing various instruments including a small electric cattle prod,
several dildos and a black leather case. Bottles of mysterious liquids also rest
on the table.
Seventy-two inch high-resolution television sets stand on either side of this
small stage. Ivy blinks her tear-filled eyes to bring the image on the TV into
focus. Her heart sinks. It is an edited video of her initiation in the torture
chamber of the Society. The large screens show the crystal clear image of her
father sinking his large cock into her virgin cunt. This particular segment of
the tape is in slow motion so that Ivy can see the wet, gleaming shaft sliding
in and out of her vagina. It glistens with a mixture of her virgin blood, her
cunt juice and his pre-seminal fluid. Every time her father withdraws his tool
from her hole drops of blood and sex slime drip onto the stone floor.
Fastened to the walls at the back of the area are three poster-size colour
photographs of Ivy taken during her ordeal in the dungeon. The first picture
shows Ivy's face screwed up in an expression of disgust as three yellow streams
of piss bathe it. The second picture was taken from above Ivy and reveals her
chained to the torture table while being "fucked" by Bentley, her beloved teddy
bear. In fact the plush toy has a large dildo fastened to it. This plastic
cock had been smeared with K-Y Jelly laced with itching powder and shoved by her
mother into Ivy's bruised vagina. In this poster, Ivy's face is distorted with
pain. The final, like the first, is a close-up of the fourteen year-old's face.
This time it glistens with the sperm of three of her tormentors. Her parents'
hands are shown pouring silver spoons of thick, white-yellow cum, which they had
scraped off of her face, into her mouth. The pink tip of Ivy's tongue sits like
a tiny island in the pond of slimy spunk.
Ivy is so humiliated and shocked by the images that she involuntarily stops
walking. Gloria roughly jerks her leash.
"Come on, you little cunt!!" she orders.
Ivy struggles to keep up.
Hurry up, bitch." Gloria hisses and painfully yanks the dog leash again.
A deep male voice echoes across the large room.
"What have we here?"
Apprehension flashes across Gloria's face as a distinguished looking man
approaches them. He looks at Ivy and then at Gloria.
"Master Saunders, this is our latest fuckpuppet, Ivy." Says Gloria respectfully.
She rises shakily and follows Gloria onto the low podium. Saunders follows
them.
"Oh wonderful!" her exclaims. He looks more closely at the teenaged captive.
"You've done wonders with her make-up. I don't know whether to have her show me
her homework of give me a blow-job!" he laughs.
The three of them proceed to the low podium while Gloria explains to Ivy that
Master Saunders is the manager of Thanatos Manor and would be opening the
auction.
They mount the platform and the small crowd of people begins to grow. Ivy is
ordered to stands straight as the dominatrix quickly locks the heavy floor chain
to the right manacle encircling the fourteen year-old's ankle.
The manager raises his voice to address the people standing in the foyer.
"Gentlemen and ladies. I would like to introduce you to the latest addition to
our stable of Innocent Victims. She is a fourteen year-old beauty who until
earlier today was a virgin. As you can see from the television images she no
longer is. However she has yet to be fucked up her ass. I give you Ivy"
Saunders nods to Gloria who, with a flourish, removes the scarlet cape from
Ivy's body. The audience murmurs with delight as they look at the beautiful,
naked teen. Her long, slim legs are enveloped by sheer white stockings that are
held up by the lacy suspenders of a bright scarlet garter belt. Ivy's nipples
are the same colour as the belt. Despite all she has gone through, Ivy's
alabaster skin remains flawless. Only the chafed and enflamed lips of her
smooth, hairless cunt are evidence of the agony she has endured.
Gloria turns Ivy around so that the members of the Society can admire her pert
bum framed sexily by the straps of the garter belt.
The manager continues.
"This will be a silent auction and will last several hours. If you wish to bid
for this slave simply write your proposal into the book that sits on the
pedestal over there. Oh, and don't forget to identify yourself."
Ivy's heart sinks as the Manager goes on.
"As usual your bid will be discounted by fifty percent if, within the next
twelve months, you agree to let us produce a film of Ivy being tortured to
death. Not only that, but as her owner, you will be entitled to twenty percent
of the profit we will make distributing that film.
"Bidding for this slut will begin at $100,000.00"
The manager draws the attention of the members to two very large leather-clad
men who position themselves at ease on either side of the television monitors.
"Otto and John will assist you with your inspection, if you wish.
"Please feel free to come up here to inspect this slave. Just take a number
from the hook hanging on that pillar. Please do not spend more than fifteen
minutes as your fellow members will be waiting their turns."
"You might want to tell her what you intend to do with her should she become
your property. Finally, I remind you that you do not own Ivy yet so please do
nothing to her that will result in permanent physical damage."
"I thank you for your attention and let the bidding begin."
As the manager was talking, Ivy could resist no longer and began rubbing her
burning nipples. He notices so before he leaves the inspection area he instructs
Gloria to bind Ivy's arms. Gloria forces Ivy to place her arms behind her back
and grasp her left elbow with her right hand and her right elbow with her left
hand. The dominatrix expertly laces a red leather sleeve around both of Ivy's
forearms. When she was finished she sees with satisfaction that the teen's
bound arms force her to hold her shoulders back so that her small perfect
breasts are thrust forward proudly.
Ivy stands helplessly, tears running down her cheeks, as members of the Society
form a line to take numbers to inspect her.
It's cold in the large hall and gooseflesh ripples over the teen's nearly naked
body. She still cannot fully comprehend her predicament. Just a day ago she
was an innocent, all-American teen whose only worry was making it onto her high
school gymnastics team. Now she stands, made up to look like a child-whore in
front of a crowd of cruel looking men and women. How could her parents do this
to her? Ivy thought that they loved her so very much. Yet it was they who
brought her to this hellish place and began her on her journey to misery. How
could her father brutally tear away her virginity with his huge cock? How could
her mother participate so enthusiastically in her own daughter's degradation?
What kind of monsters were they?
Ivy reverie of justifiable self-pity is interrupted by an approaching figure.
She is stunned to see that the person is none other than Norman Green. A boy
who sang in the same church choir as she did back in Kansas. Norman is only a
year older than Ivy and attends the same rural high school that she does, or at
least did before being brought to Thanatos Manor. He is only an inch taller
than her five foot two body but is almost a hundred pounds heavier. Norman
always appeared to be a stereotypical nerd -- shy and awkward. She remembers
him sneaking surreptitious glances at her when they were singing and felt that
he found her attractive but was too bashful to approach her. This was just fine
with Ivy for she found his short, corpulent body and acne scarred face quite
repulsive. He always appeared to be sweating, even in the dead of prairie
winter. But kind-hearted Ivy did feel sorry for him for his apparent ineptitude.
However her sympathy was tempered with some envy for she knew that Norman was
the only son of the enigmatic billionaire owner of a computer
software-manufacturing firm. Now here he is. First in line to inspect as if
she were a piece of livestock.
Norman hands his plastic number one to one of the leather-clad men and
instructed him to follow. He and the giant quickly approach the helpless teen.
"Ivy," her smirks. "It's such a pleasant surprise to see you here. My dad sent
me here to buy a new slave. You see I killed my first slave last month and need
a replacement. I had no idea that you would be available. What a happy
coincidence."
The boy reaches out and covers Ivy's left breast with his sweaty right hand.
"Gosh Ivy, you sure look different from the last time we were together in church
two days ago. You always looked so prim and innocent in your choir uniform.
But I suspected that the knee socks, grey kilt and white blouse covered a
magnificent little body and damn it, I was right."
He leers at her while squeezing her burning nipple.
He continues. "Last Sunday you looked like an angel, today you look like a
whore. What a difference a couple of days makes.
"By the way, I watched the video of your initiation and have a question for
you."
Ivy doesn't answer immediately so her choir mate tightens his hold on her
nipple.
"What is it?" Ivy whispers reluctantly.
Norman continues playing with her nipple with his right hand while gently
snapping the waistband of her garter belt with his left.
"OK. Here's what I want to know. When your parents forced you to eat the sperm
that your father and the two video operators sprayed on you this morning, did
you notice if the black man's sperm tasted different from your father's?
Ivy shudders with humiliation but responds. "I couldn't tell the difference. I
just know it all tasted terrible."
Norman smiles and says, "You might as well get used to the taste. If I buy you,
you will not only eat my sperm as well as my father's, but you'll drink the
sperm of my dogs if I want you to."
"Please stop, Norman. Leave me alone," Ivy pleads as she tries to back away.
He continues to grip her nipple and orders Otto to hold her.
The giant steps behind the retreating girl and grasps her firmly by her bound
forearms.
Norman continues. "Alright Ivy, I'm running out of time and others are waiting.
Let's see what you've got. Spread your legs a bit. That's good."
Norman steps closer to the captive. He moves his right hand from her breast
while grasping the back of her head with his left. Ivy can smell his foul body
odour and bad breath. He plants a kiss on Ivy's mouth. As he insinuates his
tongue into her mouth he forces the entire length of the middle finger of his
right hand into her bruised cunt.
Ivy shudders and struggles but cannot break away from Otto's strong grip.
"Ivy, you've got a nice, hot, tight cunt. That dildo your mother used on you
didn't widen it a bit. That's good." Norman whispered after breaking off his
obscene kiss.
He finger fucks her so violently that Ivy is forced to rise up on the tips of
her toes.
After a moment he withdraws his finger so that it is only half way into her. He
smiles maliciously and says, "Ivy. You were always so radiant and lovely when
you sang in the choir. Please favour me and the rest of the people here with a
hymn."
Ivy cannot believe her ears. Here she is chained naked in front of dozens of
strangers and Norman wants her to sing a hymn!
"Come on Ivy," he continues. "You've got such a lovely voice. I'm sure we'd
all like to hear it. Besides, you'd better sing while you can. Some of the
Masters remove the vocal chords of their slaves and maybe one of then will bid
for you successfully. They remove the vocal chords of their slaves, not the
tongues because a girl's tongue adds much to the pleasure of a blowjob. So how
about it Ivy, sing Jesus Loves Me for us.
With a quavering voice Ivy begins. "Jesus loves me this I know. Eaaahhh."
Norman violently jams his finger into her cunt. "Go on." He orders.
"For the Bible tells me so.....OWWW!"
Pain courses through Ivy's crotch as Norman viciously pinches her already
bruised clitoris.
"Little ones to him belong. They are weak but he is strong...Ow..Ow..Ow!!"
Ivy dances on her toes as her former schoolmate repeatedly forces his finger
deep into her intimate girl flesh. The chain fastened to her ankle rattles
loudly on the floor.
He snarls at her. "Little ones like you belong not to him but to the Thanatos
Society. You are weak but we are very, very strong. Now sing, bitch."
She sings with a clear, quivering voice. "Yes Jesus loves me, yes Jesus loves
me.... OW!!, ...Yes Jesus loves me... OW!..The bible tells me so.
At last her song is over. Many of the people in the foyer of the Manor laugh
mockingly and clap their hands.
"That was lovely and an inspiration to us all," says Norman as her gives her
clit a final pinch before removing his finger and holding it inches from Ivy's
eyes. Imagine the poor girl's humiliation as she gazes at his fleshy digit
slick with her blood and secretions. Norman moves his hand to his face and
slowly sniffs the glistening finger.
"MMmm... your cunt juices smell wonderful." he exclaims. "Now lick my finger
clean."
He holds his finger to her lips. Ivy unwillingly opens her mouth and sucks her
cunt juice from his hand.
Norman takes his hand away and says, "Let's see if you ass is as tight as your
cunt. Spread you legs further apart, keep them straight and bend over from the
waist. Otto help her."
Ivy spreads her legs and bends forward. Otto grasps her by the scruff of the
neck and forces her down so her head is a only foot from the floor.
As Norman walks behind her he states that he is pleased to see that the years of
gymnastics she had taken had not gone to waste and that she appeared wonderfully
flexible.
He calls out to the other assistant, "John, bring me that stool over there,"
indicating a small wooden stool near the examining table.
The man does as ordered and places a stool behind the bent over form of the teen
captive. With a grunt Norman lowers himself onto it.
Ivy starts when Norman grasps her buttocks and spreads her ass cheeks apart. He
bends forwards and looks at the tight rosebud of her ass-hole. Ivy shudders and
strains as her former choir mate slowly insinuates his forefinger into her
rectum.
"Tighter than a nun's cunt," Norman murmurs. "Let me see if I can stick two
fingers in."
Ivy grunts with pain and struggles helplessly as the boy shoves both his
forefinger and middle finger into the hot channel of her bum.
"If the boys at school could see us now," he laughs. "Wait a minute, they will
be able to. You may not have noticed but this is all being filmed by cameras
located on the walls and ceiling. I'll make sure still photos are distributed
to all the kids and teachers in school. You always were so proper and innocent.
Imagine how they will react to pictures of you made up like a slut with
someone's fingers up your arse!"
He slowly removes his fingers and orders Otto to let Ivy straighten up.
Once again the corpulent teenager stands before the humiliated girl. He holds
his fingers in front of her. Ivy can't help but notice that they are streaked
brown with her shit.
He moves them under her nose and orders her to smell them.
"Does it smell like chocolate?" he laughs.
"No." Ivy mutters.
"No?" he remarks sarcastically. "I'm surprised since you always walked around
the school as if you thought your shit was ice cream. What do these fingers
smell like?"
"Shit." She sobs.
"Lick them clean anyway," he orders.
Otto increases his grip on Ivy's neck. She unwillingly opens her mouth and
Norman quickly slides in the fingers that had recently been up her ass.
Ivy gags on the foul digits but manages not to vomit.
Norman withdraws his fingers, now clean and gleaming with Ivy's saliva.
"Ivy," he begins. "I now want you to bend backwards until you form a bridge. I
know you took gymnastics and that you can do it."
He looks at Otto and signals him to help her.
Norman sits back down on the stool as Otto forces Ivy to bend over backwards.
The nerdy teen unzips his fly and pulls out his cock.
"Lean her backwards like that. A little more...a little more. That's good.
Hold her just like that," he orders Otto.
Ivy is now bent over backwards so that her face in near Norman's lap. She is
flooded with revulsion for Norman's prick juts inches from her nose. She can
smell its rank odour. Personal hygiene is obviously not one of the teenage
boy's interests.
"Now," says Norman, "suck my cock."
Otto manoeuvres the teen until her mouth comes in contact with Norman's erect
prick. The teen bumps his dick against her reluctant lips.
Otto pinches her left nipple. "Start sucking!" he orders in a thick German
accent.
The pain in her breast is brutal. Ivy opens her mouth and Norman slides his
cock into its warm recesses.
"Lovely," he whispers as the soft warmth of the fourteen year-old captive
envelopes his hard member.
Pain radiates in Ivy's lower back and thighs. In order to end the agony she
desperately begins to suck her schoolmate's hard, salty cock.
In a few moments Norman grunts loudly and begins to spurt hot cum into Ivy's
mouth.
Evidently Norman has not ejaculated for several weeks for the load he releases
into Ivy is copious. His first shot hits the back of her throat and, because
she is upside down, she coughs and chokes. Gobs of sperm are blown out of her
nose and run down her inverted face. The teenaged boy's cock continues to throb
in Ivy's mouth. Soon her cheeks fill with cum and overflow. Streams of pearly
yellow semen leak out of the corners of her mouth and flow into her eyes.
His orgasm complete, Norman orders Otto to let Ivy stand up. He puts his
deflated organ back in his pants and walks over to face Ivy. He gazes at her
cum streaked face. She is furiously blinking her eyes in order to clear them of
his burning spunk.
"I'd love to own you but my father will let me bid only two hundred thousand
dollars and I feel that you will go for more than that. Nevertheless, I'll put
in a bid and indicate that I am willing to have you star in a snuff film. Maybe
we'll both get lucky."
He turns away and goes to the bookstand to write in his bid.
Before she has a chance to recover a second potential owner steps onto the low
platform. Ivy is astounded to note that approaching her is a distinguished
looking middle-aged man. While that in itself is unremarkable, Ivy is stunned
by what is accompanying him. He is holding two emerald green leather leashes in
his hand. The other end of each leash is attached to gold rings that have been
forced through the labias of two of the most beautiful young girls Ivy had ever
seen. One child is white, the other black. Both children are naked but for
golden manacles around their necks, wrists and ankles. Each cannot be more than
eleven or twelve years of age. Their slim bodies are completely hairless.
Their breasts just swell and their puffy nipples stand out prominently from
their chests. Both girls have well-formed, tight little bums.
The remarkable trio stops in front of Ivy. The two child slaves walk in front
of their master and gaze with wide-eyed interest at the fourteen-year-old. They
giggle at her helplessness. Because Ivy's hands remain bound behind her back
she is unable to wipe Norman's sperm from her face. Now that she is standing
erect, the cock slime has flowed from her eyes down her cheeks and now hangs in
ribbons from her chin. A few drops have dribbled onto her breasts.
The stranger speaks for the first time. He has a slight Spanish accent.
Addressing his slaves, he orders them to clean the sperm from Ivy's face and
body. With no hesitation the children approach. The black slave licks her
right cheek while the white child licks the cum from the left. They both labour
carefully until they meet at the point of Ivy's chin. Finally they each take
turns lapping the pearly drops of cum from her breasts.
Both children step away from Ivy. Their lips glisten with sperm.
Their owner looks closely at Ivy. He frowns and hisses at his child slaves. "I
told you to lick all the sperm from this bitch. Look. She still has some drops
of spunk on her upper lip."
Both little girls look aghast at their owner who continues to berate them.
"Perhaps you need a reminder to make sure you do exactly as I say at all times.
Otto, park these little sluts while I finish with Ivy"
He hands the leashes to the tall German. The naked little girls shriek with pain
as Otto viciously jerks the leash and leads them to the wall behind Ivy. He
deftly fastens the end of each leash to a hook high up on the wall. He adjusts
the length of each leather thong so that it pulls at the ring imbedded in each
child's cunt. The children whine as they are forced to stand on their toes in
order to relieve the agonizing pull of the straps. In a few minutes their
bodies are bathed in sweat as they try to maintain their balance on their toes.
The stranger ignores their cries and concentrates on Ivy. "My dear," he
whispers. "You are very lovely. However, if I decide to bid for you, and have
the good fortune to become your Master, I intend to give you to my father. You
see. You are a little too old for my tastes. He nods towards the wall where
the two little girls are dancing a jig of pain as the rings pull relentlessly at
their cunt lips. Ivy notices that a tiny rivulet of blood has begun to trickle
down the inside of the left thigh of the tiny blond slave.
"I like them very young," he continues. "So, I came here to bid -for a
exquisite eight year-old who will be auctioned tomorrow but since I'm here, I
think that you might make a perfect gift for my father.
"Papa is getting on in years now." Number Two continues as he slowly walks
around Ivy. He stops behind her and rests his hands on her trembling shoulders.
He whispers in her ear. "He emigrated in somewhat of a hurry from Germany just
before the end of the Second World War. He settled in Paraguay. You see, he
wanted to spare he the Allies the inconvenience of putting him on trial for
crimes against humanity. He thought that they might not appreciate the fact
that he was the youngest and most effective interrogator in the Gestapo. Every
one he questioned talked...and everyone died."
The fourteen year-old girl shudders. She remembers reading about the NAZI
regime and its infamous secret police organization when she did a Social Studies
project in school last year. She also remembers with bitter irony that her
parents discouraged her from doing the project for fear that it would harm her
innocent sensibilities. And now here she was. In danger of being delivered
into the clutches of one of these monsters.
The man reaches down and seizes Ivy's right buttock.
"As I was saying, Papa's getting old but likes to keep his hand in, so to speak.
His birthday is next week and I've been looking for a suitable present for him.
You might be it. Our ranch is equipped with a torture chamber that is surpassed
only by the ones here in Thanatos Manor. I think that he would be thrilled with
the opportunity to torture a gorgeous little tart you to death."
Ivy struggles and attempts to get away but Otto and John step forward and block
her.
He stands before Ivy and continues. "Father really likes to work on young
teenaged girls like you. You're quite strong and can endure much pain before
dying. Why last year I gave Father a beautiful thirteen year-old Chinese girl.
He spent three or four hours every day torturing and abusing her and despite
this, she lasted more than four months before she died."
The stranger laughs and says to Ivy. "During this period the little girl lost
one by one, her finger tips, then her fingers, then her toes, her nipples, her
clitoris, her tongue, teeth and finally her eyes. Papa cauterised her wounds
with a red-hot iron. Despite all this abuse guess why she died?"
Ivy is horrified but whispers, "I..I..I don't know."
The stranger smiles and exclaims. "She died of starvation of all things. But
as I said, my father's getting old and forgetful. He forgot to feed her!
HA!..HA!..HA!!"
Ivy is so frightened that she almost faints. John grabs her arm and whispers in
her ear. "Control yourself Ivy." He presss a vial of smelling salts under her
nose. Ivy's eyes widen and her head jerks back. She was wide-awake again.
The cruel stranger continues speaking as if nothing had happened. "Before I
decide whether or not to bid, I would like to see how you react to pain."
Addressing the two giant assistants he goes on. "Gentlemen, I realize that I
can do no permanent physical damage to our little prisoner but, with you
assistance, I think I can get a pretty good idea of whether this little girl
would be sufficiently amusing to my father. First, Otto, if you would bring me
the cattle prod. Thank you"
The giant quickly goes to the table and returns with a small, heavy brief case.
He sets it on the floor and opens it to reveal a cattle prod that has been
modified to the specifications of the Thanatos Society. About eighteen inches
long and powered by six batteries, this flexible rod can be connected to an
adapter that would allow it to be powered by a car battery which is integral to
the carrying case. This is the mode that the man chooses. What was truly
unique about the device though can be found at its business end. Unlike the
normal cattle prod which ends in a small split metal tip, the Thanatos prod's
shaft was threaded at the end to allow it to be fitted with specially shaped
metal tips. The stranger instructs Otto to screw on the "claw". Ivy's eyes
widened with dismay as the German giant fits a small copper four-pronged claw to
the end of the prod. He then handed the device to him. As Otto and John hold
Ivy immobile the South American sadist touches the claw to the girl's left
nipple. The four metal points dig into the fleshy nub. There was no pain. In
fact, the points afford her some relief as they scratch her itching, burning
bud. Then he pulls the trigger.
"YEE..AAA..AHHH!!!" screams Ivy as she lurches in the strong grip of the two
men. The pain from the electricity not only explodes in her nipple but feels
like a football place kicker had kicked her entire breast. Her knees buckle and
she would have fallen if not supported. She blinks furiously to clear her
tear-filled eyes. With some reluctance she looks down at her nipple. She is
sure that she will see a blackened stump where her beautiful nipple had been.
To her relief the flesh appears undamaged.
Quietly the Latin American unscrews the claw and replaces it with a small silver
bullet-shaped cylinder. It is four inches long and about three-quarters of an
inch in diameter at its thickest point.
"Alright gentlemen, help her assume the 'position'," the man quietly orders.
The two dominators expertly force Ivy to her knees. Otto pushes her head down
until her left cheek rests on the cold marble floor while John moves her knees
out past the width of her shoulders. The highest point of Ivy is her bum. The
stranger stands between her spread legs. He can easily see her anus. While the
two assistants hold the teen immobile, he touches the tip of the prod to Ivy's
butt hole. She squirms while he pushes it into her ass until all four inches
are submerged in her anal cavity. He then pulls the trigger.
A loud crack is heard and Ivy cries out and heaves in pain. It feels like he
has set off a giant firecracker in her ass. The two muscular men have
difficulty holding her still. The shock is so great that Ivy momentarily loses
control of her bladder. She pisses about a half a cup of urine on the floor
before she gains control of herself. Otto and John quickly lift her up so that
the piss does not stain her spotless white stockings.
Ivy looks down at the small puddle of urine.
John forces her to her knees once again and orders her to lick up every drop.
He presses her face towards the rank puddle.
The hard marble floor is bruising Ivy's knees. Her nose is less than an inch
from the pool of urine. She swallows and resigns herself to her task. Like a
cat she begins to lick up her piss. Her pink tongue dips into the bitter pee
over and over again. This is the third time in one day that she had been forced
to drink piss. Only this time it is her own. She's almost getting used to it.
While she has her tongue in the yellow puddle, the stranger quickly dips the end
of the cattle prod into the pee and pulls the trigger. The electricity shoots
through the foul liquid and into her tongue. Ivy shouts in pain and jerks her
head up. Tears fill her eyes and her lips and tongue tingle with pain.
John quickly lifts her to her feet.
"My dear," the cruel stranger smiles as he glances at his Rolex wristwatch.
"I'm sure you share my disappointment at having run out of time before I could
use the prod on your clit. I'd kiss you goodbye but your mouth probably tastes
like a urinal. John, please give her a mint in case whoever is next wants to
taste her lips."
John gives Ivy a couple of mint candies while the South American proceeds to the
pedestal to write in his bid. He then goes to where his two child slaves are
fastened by their cunts to hooks in the wall. Both children are still dancing
on the tips of their toes. By now narrow streams of blood run down the inner
thighs of both of the naked beauties. They find no relief from being freed from
the wall hook as their Master holds their leashes high in the air as he quickly
leads them away. He looks like a professional handler walking two prize bitches
at a dog show.
Ivy cannot believe that only a half-hour has gone by since the auction began and
she is already exhausted.
End of Part 3....to be continued.
