Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Tale - Part 5
WARNING: Some of my more gentle readers may find this chapter of Innocent Ivy's
descent into degradation is particularly revolting.
As Ivy stands naked, one slender ankle manacled to the ring embedded in the
marble floor by a heavy chain, her mind swims. In fewer than twenty-four hours
she has gone from being a fourteen year-old virgin to a fourteen-year-old sex
slave. She has been humiliated, raped and tortured by her parents and by total
strangers. Even her owns grandmother has tormented and defiled her.
What did I do to deserve this fate, she wonders naively as her next prospective
buyer comes closer. He is a giant of a man. Well over six feet tall and
exceedingly fat. His greasy brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail. As he
draws near Ivy can smell his horrible body odor. He is sweating profusely in a
filthy blue sweat suit. The garment is stained with what looks to Ivy like
blood and semen. He comes to a halt in front of the girl. Licking his
worm-like lips, he stares at her naked form with cold blue eyes that are almost
buried in the folds of fat.
Ivy finds his body stink so repulsive that she tries to step back away from him
but is stopped by Otto who apparently is used to the disgusting stench.
The man's breath is laboured when he finally speaks.
"So you are Ivy," he wheezes. The mere act of walking seems to have tired him
to the point of near breathlessness.
By his accent, Ivy can tell that the fat man is most likely from the United
States.
He continues. "I've been watching your grandmother conduct the Pain Threshold
Test and have been most impressed at your ability to endure the most
excruciating pain.
"My name is Master Clarence. I can tell by the expression on your face that you
find me quite repulsive. Well, my dear, I've worked very hard to become that.
Normally I bathe regularly but when I stay at Thanatos Manor I prefer not to.
I've been here four weeks. Now before I decide to bid on you I want to see just
how much of me you can take."
Ivy shudders. He laughs and continues. "I'm looking for a young girl to serve
as my personal wash cloth. Since my time with you today is limited, I'll simply
ask you to wash my feet with your tongue and then give me a nice blowjob. You
shouldn't find that too painful."
While Master Clarence is speaking Otto has joined Ivy's wrists together behind
her back with the plastic ties used by police to restrain prisoners. He forces
her to her knees while his colleague brings a heavy chair for Clarence to sit
on.
The corpulent man extends both his feet. Ivy's head is forced inches from the
fat man's filthy running shoes.
"First I want you to clean my shoes and then remove them and my socks using only
your mouth," instructs the fat man.
He lifts his right foot up revealing the bottom of he runner. Although filthy,
the shoes are quite new with deep treads. Ivy gulps with revulsion for the
treads are filled with various brown and yellow shades of filth.
"Come now my dear, hurry up," he commands. "I've been walking outside and paid
a visit to our stables. I'm afraid that I may have stepped in some horse shit."
Indeed he had. Ivy continues to stare at the bottom of the man's shoe.
"Look here you little cunt," he whispers angrily. "You can start right now, or
I can ask your grandmother to come back and administer the Pain Tolerance Test
again.
Terrified, Ivy immediately kisses the bottom of the man's shoe. She uses her
pink tongue to work the dry horse shit out from between the ridges in the
rubber. As her saliva softens the stool it begins to smell. She cannot believe
that she is doing this but the thought of another bout with the barbed needles
motivates her to continue.
Her mouth is now half filled with dirt and horse manure. The taste makes the
poor teen retch continually but she manages not to vomit. She straightens and
looks about for something to spit into. Surely they don't expect her to swallow
this vile mess!! With a clang a steel dog food bowl lands on the marble floor
next to her. Thankfully, she bends over it and spit out the shit.
She continues to clean his right shoe and then begins on the left, spitting
regularly into the dog dish. Along with the horse shit, the bottom of
Clarence's left shoe contains the remains of a squashed grasshopper that Ivy
pries out with her tongue and adds to the collected mud and manure mixture in
the bowl. Finally she is finished.
"Very good," says Clarence. "Now unlace my shoes with your teeth and pull my
shoes and socks off with your mouth."
With difficulty Ivy struggles to undo the knots in the obese man's shoes. After
about two minutes both shoes are loose enough to remove. Ivy crawls to the side
and grips the leather loop at the back of Clarence's right show. He lifts his
foot while she tugs at the loop and the shoe comes off. Ivy is left holding in
her mouth. It falls out as the poor girl gasps from the eye-watering stench of
his sweat socks.
"As I said before," the fat man declares as she struggles to remove his left
shoe. "I've been here a month and have not changed my socks since I arrived.
Now grab the toes of both socks and pull them off my feet."
Her eyes still watering from the stench, Ivy kneels before the man who is
holding his feet together so his big toes touch. She gently grips the toes of
his socks with her teeth. The socks are actually wet from his sweat. She leans
back and slowly pulls both socks off his feet together. As she does so the
socks stretch until, suddenly, they both pop off of his feet and smack her in
the face. She quickly opens her mouth and drops them on the floor.
Unfortunately for the poor teenager, the worst is yet to come. She gazes at the
man's feet. They are filthy. The nails on his toes are yellow with fungus and
have not been trimmed for a long time. Black dirt is caked beneath each
toenail. As she looks the Clarence spreads his toes. There is a yellow-brown
deposit of crud between each one.
"Start with the big toes," he commands.
With growing reluctance, Ivy bends forward and slides her lips around the toe of
his right foot. The foul smell of his foot is only exceeded by its loathsome
taste. She begins to suck on the toe. The salty taste of his foul flesh makes
her salivate. At least this serves to loosen the filth under his toenail. After
a minute her mouth is filled with dirt laced saliva. She moves her head up and
the toe pops out of her mouth. Quickly, Ivy spits into the metal dog dish.
For the next ten minutes Ivy sucks this fat man's filthy toes and repeatedly
spits the loosened filth into the metal bowl. What a picture this duo makes. A
beautiful naked teenager with her arms fastened behind her back kneeling before
a loathsome lump of a man. She is bent over sucking his toes so that her
perfect naked rump is in the air aimed at the ceiling. Remarkably, despite all
the abuse Ivy's alabaster skin appears to be flawless. Even the marks made by
the dozens of needles used by her grandmother are barely visible. What cannot
be seen is the inside of her vagina whose tender lining is chafed and bruised
from her labia to her cervix.
As Master Clarence gazes at the beautiful girl's who sucks and licks his dirty
feet, he permits himself a brief moment of self-analysis. What is it about
debasing a beautiful teenager that thrills him? Perhaps it's his way of getting
back at all the pretty girls in his high school in the Sixties who wouldn't pay
him the time of day. Behind his back (and sometimes to his face) they called
the overweight, pimply boy the "Swampthing". After all it wasn't his fault that
his family was too poor and his mother too drunk to teach him to bathe regularly
or to wash his clothes more than once every six weeks. His humiliation before
these young beauties lasted for the full four years of high school.
Fortunately, his forced isolation from his peers forced him to spend many hours
by himself. Like many lonely, intelligent teenaged boys he became interested in
the new science of computer engineering. Despite his loathsome personal habits,
he won a full scholarship to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. He
dropped out after three years to start his own software company and today, his
was one of the largest companies of its kind in the world. Of course, his
financial success and the necessity to get on with his staff and other
businessmen motivated him to clean up his act. Once a year, however, he
reverted back to his old ways and spent six weeks at Thanatos Manor wallowing in
his own filth.
Soon the bottom of the silver bowl is covered with a mixture of dirt and horse
shit, with the odd insect part. Since Ivy has spit the filth from Master
Clarence's feet into the bowl, her saliva has served to turn the mess in the
dish into a thick loathsome stew.
The fat man is satisfied with the job the naked beauty has done on his feet.
"That's quite a good job my dear," he announces as he leans back in his chair.
He spreads his legs.
"Crawl between my legs, Ivy, and prepare to suck my cock," he commands.
Ivy, with her hands now freed by Otto, obeys.
The fat man unzips his fly and pulls out his penis.
Ivy is assailed by the sour, musky odour that emanates from this fleshy member.
Clarence has obviously been turned on by the sight of the pretty naked teenager
sucking on his filth toes because his prick is already hard.
Ivy stares at it. It is not particularly long (at least it isn't as long as her
fathers dick,) but it is quite thick. Like the rest of the man, it is filthy.
A crust of dried cum and what looks like blood covers much of the shaft
This is the first uncircumcised male member Ivy has ever seen. She wants to
get this ordeal over quickly so she reaches out and grasps the man's penis. She
pulls down its foreskin revealing a thick yellow cheese-like deposit coating the
base of the glans. The only clean thing about his dick is the clear drop of
pre-cum fluid that has leaked out of its tip.
Ivy leans forward and dips her pink tongue into this drop of clear fluid. She
then opens her mouth wide and envelops the filthy cock head with her mouth. The
sour taste makes her shudder but she bravely sucks. The fat man grasps Ivy by
the back of her head and pushes her down on his cock. Ivy gags for a second and
then relaxes her throat muscles so that the entire length of the fat cock is in
her mouth.
He lets go of her head and the teen sex-slave raises up so that only the head of
the cock is in her mouth.
The fat man wheezes at Ivy. "I'm about to shoot. When I do I want you to keep
all my cum in your mouth. Do not swallow a drop of it."
As soon as he says this he moans and releases a geyser of warm spunk onto the
hapless teenager's tongue. Ivy does as she was told and manages to hold the
copious supply of sperm in her warm mouth. After several spasms, Clarence's
climax is complete. With an agility that belies his girth he stands up. His
cock remains firmly in Ivy's mouth. Now that he is standing over the kneeling
girl, her head is tilted back so that she is looking up at him. He slowly
withdraws his now flaccid cock from her mouth. A string of pearly cum connects
Ivy's lips to the tip of his cock for just a second and then the string breaks
and lands on the teenager's chin.
Ivy kneels before the fat man. Her mouth is full of his cock slime. She
wonders how long she will have to hold it in her mouth.
"Alright Ivy," he whispers. "Spit the contents of your mouth into the dog
dish."
Ivy leans over and does as ordered.
Clarence is delighted at the sight of the naked fourteen year-old beauty
kneeling with her head over the dog bowl. She opens her mouth and a long, thick
streamer of his sperm flows over her lower lip and slowly spills into the
mixture of horseshit, mud and saliva. Ivy has inadvertently moved her head so
that the yellow-white sperm has made a spiral design on the surface of the brown
slime. In a moment, Ivy's mouth is empty and she sits back on her haunches.
Clarence seems very pleased as he looks down at her.
"You've done quite well, my dear. You've even managed to make that bowl of
filth more attractive with the lovely design you made on its surface. Why it
almost looks like a bowl of Mexican bean dip with a drizzle of melted cheese on
top."
"That reminds me," he continues with an evil glint in his piggy eyes. "You must
be starving. Since you've made what's in the doggy dish look so yummy. I think
you should eat it."
"No! Please no!" Ivy begs. "Don't make me eat that. If you do, I think I'll
die."
"Nonsense," says Clarence. "I don't know what your problem is. Whatever's in
that bowl has already been in your mouth."
Turning to Otto the fat man asks him to get a bowl of corn chips.
Obviously this has been planned all along because while Ivy was sucking the fat
man's cock, Otto's colleague went to the kitchen of the Manor and returned with
a bowl of triangular corn chips.
Ivy is ordered to sit cross-legged on the cold marble floor and to place the dog
dish on her crossed legs. Otto then places the bowl of corn chips on the floor
beside her.
Reluctantly Ivy takes a chip and dips a corner into the foul mess.
"Don't forget to pick up some sperm along with the other stuff," Clarence
orders.
Ivy's mind reels. The "other stuff" is a mixture of soil, horse manure, insect
parts and the filth from under the nails and between the toes of the fat man's
feet, all mixed together in her own saliva.
She stares at the corn chip in her hand, willing herself to put it in her mouth
and chew it. Alas, she cannot bring herself to do so.
She looks up at her tormentor with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry. I just can't
do it. If you make me eat this I'll throw up."
Otto sneers at her. "If you throw up we'll make you lick up your vomit as well.
Just like the bitch you are."
"Please Otto, don't be so hard on the poor girl," Clarence soothes. "Look at it
her way. That mixture is pretty thick and must be difficult to swallow."
Ivy cannot believe her ears. Someone actually is concerned about her welfare.
Her feeling of relief is short-lived as she remembers the "kind" words her
grandmother used before administering the horrid Pain Threshold Test.
Her trepidation is well founded when Clarence continues.
"I know. Perhaps if Otto and I piss in the dog bowl you'll find its contents
more palatable. I tell you what. If you can eat all of that lovely mixture in
a minute or less, we won't piss in the bowl."
He looks at his wristwatch. "Begin...now!"
The naked teen quickly jams the first corn chip in her mouth and begins chewing.
It tastes absolutely vile. Despite this Ivy digs a second chip into the mess
before she has finished eating the first mouthful. She shoves it into her
mouth. She shudders as her teeth crunch down on the grasshopper but she does
not throw up.
Ivy continues to eat shit laden corn chips until Clarence says "Time's up."
He and Ivy look into the dog dish.
"My dear!" her exclaims. "You've done a very good job. You must have been
famished for there's hardly anything left in the bowl. Did you enjoy it?"
"No sir, I didn't," Ivy gasps. Her abdominal muscles ache from her continuous
attempts to fight down the urge to vomit.
"Wonderful! You weren't supposed to."
Otto grabs Ivy by the scruff of her neck and pulls her to her feet.
Clarence continues. "I see that my time is up and we don't want to keep that
lovely couple waiting to see you cooling their heels longer than necessary. So
I'll bid you farewell."
The fat man goes to the pedestal holding the silent auction list and writes his
bid for the teenage slave.
Otto drags Ivy to her feet. He gives her some Listerine to wash out her mouth
and some water to drink. Her stomach aches dully as she is forced to her knees
once again before the now empty dog food bowl.
"You'd better get rid of the shit in your stomach," Otto says as had kneels
behind Ivy and encircles his arms around her waist. "We don't want you too sick
to entertain members of the Society." He places his right fist on her abdomen
just under her rib cage. He grasps his right hand with his left and jerks
violently up into her diaphragm. This Heimlich manoeuvre causes Ivy to vomit
violently into the dog dish.
About ten people, who have been watching Ivy's performance with Master Clarence
clap politely as she heaves repeatedly into the bowl.
When her stomach is empty, Otto yanks her to her feet once again. He gives her
another belt of Listerine.
Meanwhile her final potential buyer has climbed the platform and is coming
towards Ivy. He is not alone.
Ivy gasps with shock when she recognises both him and his companion. It is
Uncle Frederick, her father's brother and his fifteen year-old daughter Linda.
Her cousin Linda had been her best friend since they were both toddlers. Ivy
remembers how much she missed Linda when she and her father moved out of the
neighbouring farm eighteen months ago. Her parents told her they went to
California. Now she can hardly recognize her friend. The last time she saw
Linda she was a tall, willowy blond with long legs, narrow hips and breasts that
were just beginning to swell on her chest. Here heart-shaped face was adorned
by a pert nose a full mouth and widely spaced cornflower blue eyes. Oh how she
had changed since she left. Looking at her cousin, Ivy quickly realises that
Linda, like her, had become a victim of the Thanatos Society.
The naked fifteen year-old is still blonde and tall but everything else about
her has changed. Her once tiny breasts are now quite large, yet retain the tone
of youth and do not sag. Silver rings had pierced her nipples. Her uncle leads
her towards Ivy by a Y-shaped chain fastened to those rings.
A heavy silver collar tightly constricts Linda's throat forcing her neck to
stretch to its utmost limit. A silver ring slightly heavier than those in her
nipples has been forced through the septum of her nose and a large spiked ball
gag has been inserted in her mouth. Thin rivulets of blood leak from the
corners of her mouth onto her breasts to mingle with the blood dripping slowly
from her abused nipples.
Linda's wrists are adorned with heavy silver manacles that, for the moment are
not fastened together so that her arms hang freely by her sides.
Linda's father has made his daughter to wear strange shoes. They force the poor
teenager to walk like a ballerina on the tips of her toes. Her feet are cruelly
arched. What amazes Ivy is that her cousin's shoes have no high heels to
support her weight. Instead, the hard black leather encasing Linda's feet are
forcing her on her tiptoes by arching her foot and binding her ankles so that
she cannot relax her feet by lowering her own heel to the floor. Ivy cannot
imagine how painful it must be to be forced to bear the weight of you body only
on the points of your toes. As her cousin is lead close, Ivy can see that the
poor girl's calf muscles are vibrating with a permanent locked spasm of pain.
"Ivy, my dear," Uncle Franklin begins when he and his bondage daughter stop in
front of her. "Of course, you remember your cousin Linda."
Ivy is speechless. Now that her cousin is right in front of her she can see the
damage that the Thanatos Society has done. Her breasts and bum are a
latticework of fresh welts and healed scars. Her cunt is without pubic hair.
Just above her slit the words "DADDY'S FUCKTOY" have been branded into flesh.
Linda is moaning softly around the ball gag. Despite her own predicament, Ivy
cannot but feel sorry for Linda. Her cousin's pain must be horrendous. Ivy
notices that blood is slowly running down the inside of Linda's thighs. The end
of a large silver dildo protrudes from her cousin's vagina. Ivy can see that
the surface of artificial cock is covered with a multitude of tiny needles. Ivy
shudders when she realises that the entire surface of the silver dick must be
covered with similar needles and it is those needles that hold the cock firmly
and painfully in Linda's cunt.
Ivy's uncle continues. "The reason I'm here with Linda is to replace her. I'm
in the market for a new slave and think it might be amusing if you killed her
for me."
Ivy cannot believe her ears. "What?!!"
"You heard me," her uncle smiles. " I want you to kill her right her and right
now."
"I can't." wails Ivy.
"Yes you can, my dear," Uncle Frederick responds. "You see, anything that you
refuse to do to your dear cousin, I will have Otto do to you.
"I've been given permission by the Board of Directors of the Society to have
this filmed. The snuff film will then be sold at a profit large enough to cover
the cost of replacing either her or you. So, dear Ivy, you have exactly ten
minutes to kill Linda. If you refuse, I will have Otto kill you and then kill
Linda. So what do you say? Are you going to be a good girl and do what your
Uncle Frederick asks?
Ivy looks at Linda. Her cousin's eyes have the panicked look of a deer
surrounded by wolves.
"Well," her Uncle says. "Will you do it or not?'
Ivy drops her eyes to the floor and says, "Yes."
------ End of Part 5
