DISCLAIMER: This story contains graphic descriptions of the torture and
debasement of teenage girls. It is erotic fantasy. If it might offend, do not
read.
HIGH SCHOOL TO HELL - A THANATOS TALE-PART TWO
By Cerberus
Chapter Two: Squeal of Fortune
The camera follows Jenny as she approaches the heavy carved wooden doors
of the Thanatos Academy. She is still very upset by what she witnessed on the
bus. Surely that fat boy will not get away with humiliating that beautiful
schoolgirl. Jenny is confident that as soon as she has a chance to tell someone
in authority that boy will be expelled and the bus driver fired. Ms Vortek
obviously is not in a receptive mood so Jenny will tell her or some one else
later.
The severe looking woman opens the right hand door and motions the
fourteen year-old to go through. The foyer is large and cool. Its marble floor
resonates with the footsteps of students who are purposefully hurrying into a
wide central corridor. Jenny and Ms Vortek stop inside the doorway. The teen
can't help but notice that, like her, all the female students are stunningly
attractive. No acne-scarred overweight students in this school. Like Jenny
each girl is dressed in the tight, sexy school uniform whose kilt snuggle the
hugs the hips and whose hem ends just and inch or two beneath the bottom of each
girl's bum.
Jenny finds it strange that none of the girls speak to each other.
She's used to the lively chatter that characterized the crowds of students in
her old public high school. The silence of the girls here is somewhat unnerving
particularly since the male students are joking and talking as they flow down
the same corridor as the female students.
As the crowds of students continue to go past her Jenny looks around the
Academy's foyer. Like the outside walls of the building, the inside of this
semi-circular room is made of limestone, giving the building the feel of a
castle. The entrance hall is actually like an atrium as the ceiling is three
storeys above the floor. A huge wrought iron chandelier hangs over the center
of the room. Twin granite stairways start on either side of the entrance of the
central corridor and then curve towards each other and join to form a single
wide stairway leading to a landing on the second level of the academy. That
landing curves around the inside wall of the room and leads to entrances to the
left and right wings of the building. Similar entrances exist on the main floor
and it is from these wings that the students are coming.
Jenny and Ms Vortek wait until the last student disappears down the hall
and they are alone. She tells Jenny to come with her down the central hallway
with the other students. As they enter the main corridor the older woman
notices that Jenny is looking at a series of large oil paintings that line the
walls
"My dear," she remarks. "I see you are looking at the paintings. Do
you recognize anyone?"
"No Ms Vortek."
"Well as you may recall your parents telling you that this academy is
owned by the Thanatos Society. These are portraits of people who, in the past,
have exemplified the spirit by which the Society governs the school," the tall
woman explains.
Ms Vortek stops in front of the first picture. "This, my dear is the
Monsieur Donatien-Joseph-Francois le Marquis de Sade. This next portrait is a
painting of Countess Elisabeth Bathory. She lived in Hungary several centuries
ago and is also known as the Blood Countess. This delightfully depraved woman
is responsible for the deaths of hundreds of virgin girls. She believed that
bathing in their blood would prevent her from looking older. It certainly
prevented them from looking older," laughs the tall woman.
"Across the hall are pictures of Gilles de Rais, a Marshall of France
who personally butchered more than six hundred children in only two years -
almost one a day! Apparently he was inspired by tales of the excesses of some
of the Roman emperors. Finally we have a more recent inspiration. This is
General Matsui Iwane, Commander in Chief of the Imperial Japanese Army in
Central China during the 1930's. I doubt that you've learned about the Rape
of Nanking in your politically correct old school. Well the General here was
the commanding officer when that occurred. More than three hundred and sixty
thousand people were murdered and over eighty thousand women and girls were
raped. But don't worry, you'll learn about all of these people and others like
them during your stay with us."
Jenny wonders why an exclusive private high school would have the
picture of the man who lent his name to sadism, homicidal maniacs and a war
criminal on its walls.
Ms Vortek tells Jenny that she must hurry for the students are assembled
to welcome her and the other new students to the school. They continue down the
corridor until it ends at a series of two sets of double doors. Jenny can hear
the voices of the male students and surmises that these doors lead to some sort
of auditorium. However, instead of entering, Ms Vortek leads Jenny through a
small door on the same wall as the double doors but thirty feet away from them.
They continue down a narrow hallway that leads to the backstage area of the
lecture hall.
The camera follows Jenny and her companion entering through a tall
double door into a large room situated backstage. Five boys and four girls are
sitting on straight wooden chairs. They are all in their early teens and are
all wearing the Thanatos school uniform. Ms Vortek instructs Jenny to sit on
the empty chair beside one of the girls.
They sit in silence as the camera slowly pans over the exquisite
features of the female students. Both the boys and the girls appear nervous and
uncertain. The camera confirms to the viewer that these girls exude the same
sexy innocence that Jenny does.
Shortly a distinguished looking man enters the room. Ms Vortek
introduces him as Mr Schilling the Headmaster.
"Good day students and welcome to your first day of school," he smiles.
Mr Schilling has a clipped British accent. He wears a brown tweed suit and
polished brown oxford shoes. His starched white shirt is adorned with the
school tie.
He continues. "In a moment we are going to carry on a very old
tradition of introducing you new students to the rest of your schoolmates. We
like to make every student feel welcome. So if you will follow me and Ms Vortek
we shall begin the ceremony."
The ten new students quietly stand up. The girls nervously tug at their
short kilts, self-consciously aware of how much thigh they reveal.
Ms Vortek says, "I want you boys to file onto the stage first. Keep
walking sit down on the five chairs on this side of the lectern that is in the
centre of the stage. You girls wait here a moment. Ms Vortek want to make sure
you appear at your best for your big debuts." The boys follow the Headmaster
towards a door leading to the stage.
Jenny and the four other girls remain alone with Ms Vortek. This is her
chance to tell the woman what happened on the bus.
"Ms Vortek," she begins. "I think that you ought to know that something
terrible happened on the bus trip here."
"Silence you little bitch!!", the woman interjects. "You have not been
given permission to speak."
Jenny reacts as if she's been slapped. The other girls gasp at the
outburst.
Ms Vortek presses an intercom button on the wall. "Send them in," she
commands.
Almost immediately five very large men come in the room. The shortest
is six and a half feet tall. All are heavily muscled. Each wears tight black
pants whose cuffs are tucked into highly polished jackboots. Jenny notices that
instead of a zippered fly each man's crotch is covered by a leather codpiece.
They are shirtless but wear black leather harnesses whose straps crisscross
their upper bodies. Each man's head is shaved bald and his skin glistens as if
oiled. They arrange themselves so that each man stand directly behind a chair
occupied by one of the beautiful teenaged students.
Ms Vortek stands before them and addresses the girls. "Before you are
brought on the stage, I want you to remove your clothing."
The girls cannot believe their ears and sit in stunned silence.
"Do as I say immediately!!" Vortek shouts.
One of the girls, a diminutive blonde, stands up and shouts. "You can't
do this to me. I'm going to tell my parents....OW..WW!"
The giant standing behind her who effortlessly grabs her by her blond
hair and lifts her up so that her feet are two feet off the floor silences her
in mid sentence. A second man places his hand in the waistbands of her kilt and
panties and with one easy motion tears the garments from her body. The first
man grabs the back of her shirt rips it off and throws it away. The girl
screams in pain as he then grabs her bra and tears it away too. Her face is red
with pain and humiliation. Her body is naked but for her knee socks and shoes.
She continues to struggle but cannot break the man's iron grip on her hair. The
second man now drives his fist into her soft belly. She grunts as the man
holding her throws her to the hard floor where she curls up in a ball, slowly
moaning. This all happens in less than ten seconds.
"Now girls," says Ms Vortek to the other students. "If you don't want
the same thing to happen to you take off you fucking clothes now!!"
Jenny and the three other teens quickly strip off their clothes and
leave them on the chairs as instructed. Each girl stands with one arm across
her breasts and the hand of her other arm over her vagina. The cold air in the
room has raised goosebumps on all of them.
There is a knock on the door. One of the men opens it and stands aside
as attendants wheel in five large metal frames. Each frame is a rectangle
measuring eight feet in height and four feet in width. It is attached to a
stable metal base by two vertical metal rods that are attached to the midpoint
of the sides of each frame by a swivel pin that allows the frame rotated from
vertical to horizontal through a full 360o. Adjustable chains with leather
cuffs are attached to the four corners of each rectangle.
Ms Vortek looks at her assistants and says, "All right boys, string
these little cunts up."
The picture dissolves in a scene of large men grabbing naked little
teenaged girls who struggle futilely to resist.
The next scene opens with a shot of the five hundred students who make
up the majority of the audience. The main floor of the hall is divided into
three sections of seats by two aisles that run the length of the theater. The
audience is segregated. There are three hundred boys seated in the center of
the auditorium while the one hundred female students occupy the seats on either
side. Each girl sits bolt upright, hardly moving. All the girls look
uncomfortable. Only when the camera moves in for a close-up of one of the
students, a beautiful coffee colored fifteen year-old does the reason for their
discomfort become apparent. There are two small eyebolts screwed into opposite
ends of the top of the back of her chair. A thin strand of clear monofilament
fishing line has been looped twice around the girl's throat. The loops are
tight and the thin line presses cruelly into the soft flesh of her neck so that
she can swallow only with great difficulty. The opposite ends of the line have
then been threaded through the eyebolts and allowed to pass down the seat back.
The ends of the fishing line continue under the seat and are tied around each of
the girl's ankles. If she moves her feet the tension on her throat increases.
Thus she and her sisters-in-pain must remain immobile for all the female
students are bound in the same manner.
There is a balcony in this theater and prosperous looking men, some of
whom are accompanied by very attractive young women, occupy it.
The camera pans along the first row of the orchestra to show ten adult
couples. Jenny's parents are among that group.
On the centre of the stage is a lectern behind which the Headmaster
stands checking his notes. The new male students sit in chairs behind the man.
These boys are quite young, ranging in age from twelve to fourteen.
The house lights dim and the boys in the audience join their female
students in silence. The stage lights come up and the boys cheer as Ms Vortek
joins the Headmaster. They know that the fun is about to begin,
At a signal from Ms Vortek her five enormous assistants wheel in the
metal frames. The boys in the audience go wild. Each new girl hangs suspended
by wrists and ankles from a frame. Each is, of course, completely naked. The
chains holding them in place have been adjusted so that each girl's arms and
legs are pulled tightly apart. The girls are crying and moaning but their sound
is muffled by large red ball gags that have been shoved into their mouths.
Jenny is suspended from the second frame to be rolled onstage. She
looks wildly about the large auditorium until her gaze rests on her parents who
sit smiling in the front row of the audience. "Why are they smiling?" she
wonders. "Why doesn't daddy storm up here and save me?"
The Headmaster steps to the lectern and addresses the audience.
"Parents, honoured guests, boys and sluts."
Schilling continues. "We are gathered here to welcome ten new students
to the Academy. This school has a unique philosophy. Of course we are
dedicated to the education of our students. However we have different
educational goals. One for the boys and an entirely different one for the cunts.
You young gentlemen are the sons of the members of the Thanatos Society. When
you graduate, you will be entering into an exclusive circle dedicated to the
defilement of beautiful young women. You are here to learn the Way of the
Sadist.
Jenny and the four other new girls cannot believe their ears as the boys
cheer the headmaster's words. Tears are flowing freely down her cheeks and
dropping onto her breasts.
"You new girls," continues the speaker, "have been brought here to be
educated as well. Depending on your ability to learn and endure hardship both
physical and psychological you may have the good fortune to graduate as a
sex-slave. If you look at the people in the balcony you will see some of our
successful graduates who are here with their owners."
The camera shows the audience in the balcony. Several the attractive
women have their heads in the laps of the men beside them as they suck their
cocks. Others sit still while their owners fondle their breasts or their
crotches.
"I must warn you new cunts that the chances of graduating as a fully
trained sex-slave are one in twenty." Schilling goes on. " Most of you will not
succeed. But never fear, those of you who cannot make the grade as a sex-slave
will be sent to the headquarters of the Thanatos Society where you will be
slowly tortured to death for the entertainment of its members.
Mr Schilling turns to the new boys and says, "Young gentlemen, I want
you to introduce yourselves properly to these girls."
The boys on stage have been gazing in awe at the naked girls. They
appear not to have heard the Headmaster.
"Come along boys," says Schilling. "I know that this is probably the
first time you've actually been in the same room with a naked girl so take this
opportunity to acquaint yourself with the delights of the teenaged female form.
Don't worry about your parents. They want to encourage this valuable learning
experience. And don't worry about the cunts' parents either. Their daughters
are their entrance fees for joining the Thanatos Society. In fact, in a few
moments I will invite the girls' fathers to join us onstage. Now get up each of
you and stand behind one of the girls."
Encouraged by the cheers of the boys in the audience the new boys slowly
stand up and walk to the bound girls. Hesitantly at first, but with growing
confidence they run their hands over the captive teens' naked bodies, fondling
budding breasts and plump behinds. The boys run their hands up the legs of the
girls and press their hands over the lips of the girls' vaginas.
"Careful boys," warns Mr Schilling, "Don't stick your fingers (or
anything else) into their cunts. I know for a fact that they are all virgins
and we want them to remain intact. For now.
"Now New Boys and New Cunts," continues Schilling. "You've been in this
school for less than an hour and you're going to learn your first lesson
already. Here is it is. In the Thanatos Academy you young gentlemen are the
princes. These cunts are no more than meatpuppets. They like all the other
cunts in the audience are property of the Thanatos Society
"As is the tradition with the Academy I want you new boys to help
persuade these little cunts that they are only cattle and you know what we do to
cattle? Why we brand them and that is what you are going to do."
An attendant rolls a cart onto the stage. On it is a large brazier
filled with red-hot coals. Five iron rods protrude from the mound of coals.
Each rod is two feet long with a wooden handle at one end.
The girls eyes open even wider when they see the hot coals and they
struggle more energetically but to no avail.
The Headmaster continues. "Boys, In a moment I want each of you to take
a branding iron and use it on the girl in front of you. This will remind them
that they are merely property and will serve to assure you that you, indeed, are
their masters.
"We are going to let fate decide the part of each girl's lovely body you
will burn. Bring out the Wheel," he orders.
To the cheers of the boys in the audience a large vertical wheel of
fortune is brought out onto the stage. The wheel is divided into twelve
pie-shaped sections. Instead of containing a number, each section shows a body
part. The sections read alternately Left Buttock" or "Right Buttock" except for
the pie at the six o'clock position which reads "Forehead" and the one at the
top of the wheel which reads "Vagina".
"Ms Vortek," Schilling continues. "Please do the honours. Spin the
wheel and show us what this crop of new cunts has in store for it."
Vortek steps up to the wheel and gives it a strong pull. Round and
round it clicks. Then it slows down as Left Buttock... Right Buttock... Left
Buttock... Vagina... roll past the pointer until finally the wheel stops.
"Left Buttock!" announces Ms Vortek.
Mr Schilling points to the lad standing behind the girl hanging closest
to the side of the stage. "What's your name lad?"
"William Prentice sir," responds a thin, short boy.
"Well young William, the cunt in front of you is Mary Brennan. She's a
twelve year-old blond bitch. I think she's a natural blond but it's difficult
to tell since she has appears to have no pubic hair to use as a comparison."
The boys in the audience roar as tears continue to flow down Mary's
cheeks and onto her barely formed breasts.
"Tell me Willy," the headmaster goes on. "Do you find her pretty.
"Yes sir."
"What part of her do you find the most attractive?"
"Her bum, sir"
"Yes, it is a fine round butt, isn't it. Suppose we improve it right
now. Go to the brazier and take out one of the branding irons. It doesn't
matter which one. They're all the same.
The camera shows little Willy removing a red-hot iron from the coals.
He looks at the brand. Glowing red are the initials TS. The S is shaped like a
snake and is twined around the vertical column of the T.
As the young student was removing the iron two assistants spun Mary
Brennan's frame around so that her backside was facing the audience.
"Quickly now lad," order Mr Schilling. Brand her while the iron is
still hot and make sure you're holding iron in the proper position so that the
brand is not upside down.'
William quickly walks back to Mary. He hesitates for a moment but then
carefully presses the red-hot iron into the soft flesh of Mary's left buttock.
The camera shows this in split screen. On the right half the viewer sees a wisp
of smoke rise as the iron burns its way into the layers of the girl's flesh
while on the left side of the screen we see a close-up of Mary's face contorting
in absolute agony. Tears pour from her eyes and the drool seeps from her
ball-gag filled mouth. The camera then shows a full shot of the iron being
removed from her bottom. A red-black blistered brand is burned into her
otherwise perfect flesh.
The video continues as three of the new boys brand three of the girls.
Jenny is the last to be branded and the intense pain causes her to lose control
of her bladder. Her pee splashes onto the stage, much to the amusement of the
audience.
"Oh dear," states Mr Schilling with false sympathy. "It appears that
young Jenny has had an accident. Can Mr Johnson come out here and clean it up
please?" The headmaster smiles evilly and the boys n the audience shouts with
glee as the janitor, Mr. Johnson, comes on stage with a mop and pail as well as
a white wash cloth. The janitor is an obese black man who appears to be well
into his sixties. He drops the wash cloth into the puddle of urine. While he
is doing this one of the giant assistants is removing the ball gag from Jenny's
mouth after spinning her frame around so that she once again faces the audience.
"Oh Mommy and Daddy help me!!" she screams. But Mommy and Daddy only
smile up at her as of she were the lead in the Christmas Play.
Meanwhile the janitor has picked up the washcloth. It is now yellow with
Jenny's urine. He holds it by one corner and it drips piss as he brings it to
the man who has removed Jenny's ball gag. The man takes the disgusting rag and
forms it gently into a loose ball and holds it in his right hand while her
pinches Jenny's nostrils shut with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.
In a moment the fourteen year-old girl is forced to open her mouth to breathe.
When she does her deftly shoves the piss-soaked washcloth into her mouth and
skilfully keeps it there with a simple gag.
The audience roars with laughter as Jenny struggles vainly to spit out
the piss-cloth. She clamps her jaws shut squeezing piss down her throat. Some
of it leaks out the corners of her mouth and drips down her chin onto her
breasts. The vile taste makes her stomach heave in spasms of revulsion. She
vomits but because the pissy cloth and the gag block her mouth, she swallows
most of it. However some puke blows out her nose and onto her chest.
The audience screams with laughter. The janitor, who has been mopping
up the rest of Jenny's piss places the mop into his bucket and then slowly walks
over to Jenny. He pulls a greasy rag out of his back pocket and matter-of-
factly wipes down the front of her body. The old man concentrates his efforts
on her breasts, swirling the rag around and around stimulating her nipples to
swell. Satisfied that he has cleaned the piss and puke from her chest, the
janitor picks up his mop and pail and leaves.
The Headmaster resumes his address, speaking loudly in order to be heard
over the moaning of the five branded teens.
"It is at this point in the induction ceremony that I would ask the
fathers of these five cuntlets to come on stage."
Five men, including Jenny's father, rise and climb a staircase at the
side of the stage.
Addressing the audience the Headmaster continues, "As I have mentioned
already, these New Cunts are virgins. It is an age-old tradition that each
girl's father has the honour of being the first man to fuck his daughter."
Jenny and the other girls react by increasing their struggles but they
are as helpless as butterflies caught in spiderwebs.
"Gentlemen if you will take your positions between your daughters' legs,
we can begin.
Jenny's father and the other men walk toward their daughters. The giant
assistants spin the frames to which the girls are chained backwards so that the
girls are upside down. The fathers step forward so that they are standing a
foot or so from the inverted backsides of their daughters. The assistants then
rotate the frames a quarter turn forward so that the girls are stretched in a
horizontal position with their father standing between their legs.
"Gentlemen," Mr Schilling announces. "With your permission I'd like the
new boys to participate in this ceremony. Since you are taking your daughters'
cunts I wonder if you would be willing to give these New Boys the honour of
being the first to fuck your daughters' mouths?"
"I think that is a delightful suggestion." Jenny's father responds and
the four other fathers nod in agreement.
"Fine then," says the Headmaster. He then tells the assistants to
prepare the girls.
With efficiency borne of long practice the assistants remove the ball
gags from four of the girls and the piss-gag from Jenny. Jenny gasps, breathing
in the relatively fresh air in the auditorium. The assistants then insert ring
gags in the girls' mouths. These will prevent the girls from biting the boys
while affording the boys access to the girls' warm mouths,.
The five New Boys climb under the frames and stand at the head of each
girl. Each boy eagerly unzips his fly and takes out his blood engorged penis.
He then shoves his cock into the mouth of each helpless young teenaged girl.
The sight of their daughters being raped in the mouth excites the girl's
fathers who have taken their dicks from their pants as well. As if members of a
team of synchronised rapists each man steps forward, pries the lips of his
daughter's cunt open with his thumbs and drives his cock into her virgin cunt.
The girls scream in unison as the flesh of their virginity is torn away.
The vibrations of the screams excite three of the boys to the point where they
begin to cum in the girls' mouths. Once they come, the other two boys do as
well and five dicks spurt gobs of hot sperm down five virgin throats. Although
in the cases of Jenny and twelve year-old Mary some of the pearly sperm blows
out of their noses. None of the girls have tasted sperm before and the flavour
makes them retch. The spasm of their retching in turn causes them to tighten
the muscles of their cunts around their fathers' pricks.
The camera glides over the row of fathers, looking down as hard cocks
drive in and out of their daughters. Each prick gleams with cunt juice and
virgin blood. Small puddle of girl-goo form on the floor directly beneath each
girl's ravaged cunt. The fathers continue to rape their daughters, driving
relentlessly in and out in time to a chant that has risen spontaneously out of
the audience.
"In!!...Out!!...In!!...Out!!...In!!...."
In a few moments the men grunt and pump their sperm into the cunts of
their daughters.
The boys have already withdrawn from their victims and are sitting on
their chairs. The fathers step away from their daughters, zip up and leave the
stage without a backwards glance at their ravaged offspring. The boys in the
audience cheer wildly.
The assistants rotate the frames to which the girls are chained to the
upright position. The young naked girls are bathed in sweat and sag in their
bonds. Soon each girl's father's sperm, tinged pink with her virgin blood,
begins to seep out of her vagina and down the insides of her thighs.
The Headmaster addresses the audience once more. "We are almost at the
end of our induction ceremony. Once again I thank the parents for being here to
witness the defilement of these beautiful young cunts.
"Before we leave there is just one thing left to do. We don't want
these girls to become pregnant by their fathers so I would ask the girls'
mothers to come on stage to assist in douching their child."
Five women sitting in the front row get up mount the stairs to the
stage. An assistant hands each one a bucket filled with a foul smelling green
liquid. A turkey baster rests in the liquid of each pail. Each mother
approaches her daughter,
Ms Vortek steps to the lectern and addresses the mothers and the
audience. "You are about to give your daughter a douche to prevent them from
getting pregnant by your husbands. It might amuse you to know that the liquid
being used is a special blend created exclusively by the chemists of the
Thanatos Society, Of course the blend contains a spermicide but what makes it
unique are its other ingredients. There is extract of oil of the Jalapeno
pepper as well as a chemical that causes continuous itching.
"Gentlemen, if you will..."
The assistants remove the gags from the girls and then rotate the frames
so that the girls are upside down. Each mother steps up to her daughter,
squeezes the bulb of the baster so that the plastic cylinder fills with the
green liquid.
The girls plead. "No mother, Please. Don't do this to me.... I hurt so
badly already.....I'll do anything, just don't use that on me!!!"
The pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears. Jenny's mother and the others
insert the tips of the turkey baster into their daughters' vaginas and squeeze.
"EEEEAAAAARRRGHHH!!!"
The walls of the auditorium shake with the high pitched screams of the
young teen captives whose vaginas feel like they are on fire. The cruel women
keep refilling the basters from their buckets and squirting more liquid fire
into their daughters ravaged sex organs. The green liquid soon overflows and
runs down the crack of their asses, setting fire to the buds of their ass-holes.
Mercifully all five girls pass out within minutes of each other.
The audience cheers wildly while the assistants wheel the defiled
unconscious teenaged victims of the stage.
As the audience makes ready to leave Ms Vortek invites the parents of
the new students to have tea with the Headmaster and her. They are eager to
tell the parents about the school's unique curriculum.
........................End of Part Two
