Innocence Betrayed - A Thanatos Society Tale - Part 8
"He has seen but half the universe who never has been shown the house of pain."
--------------- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)
The nails holding the lid of her coffin in place are pried loose and the top
lifted off. Because the hood blinds her, Ivy doesn't realize that her coffin is
flooded with light. She can feel hands on her body as they work to remove the
tubes from her mouth, cunt and ass. The Discman is switched off and the
earphones removed. Her ankles and wrists are freed from their manacles.
Several banana slugs are flicked from her breasts and belly and legs.
Ivy bawls in pain as she is lifted from the coffin. Strong arms keep her from
falling to the floor. The electric dildo remains lodged tightly in her cunt.
Even now it continues to spit its acidic goo into her. As she stand a small
stream of hot sauce and cunt juice flows slowly down the inside of her left
thigh.
As she stands supported on either side, someone removes her bondage helmet.
The bright lights hurt her eyes. "Water, please...water," she begs.
Her eyes adjust to the light. A tall woman brings her a glass of water.
Gratefully Ivy drinks it down. Washing the last vestiges of her own shit from
her mouth.
"So," announces the woman in a Russian accent. "You are Innocent Ivy. Welcome
to your new home. After we clean you up, I will give you a tour of the Bambino
Bordello and then introduce you to Master Parker, your new owner.
"I am Mistress Olga, manager of the Bordello. You are just in time for our
grand opening this evening. I'm sure you will find it educational."
Ivy looks at the persons who are supporting her. They are two teenaged boys who
appear to be only a year or so older than she is. Like Lara and Oksana, they
are identical twins. Both tall, dark haired boys are powerfully built and hold
her with little effort. They wear black knee length boots. Their only other
"clothing" is a narrow leather belt cinched tightly around their waists. A
small leather harness is fitted to the front of each boy's belt. It is
connected to a leather loop that encircles the boy's cock and balls. Ivy
notices that both boys' penises are fully erect. The head of each lad's cock is
pierced with a large silver stud.
The boys support Ivy while they follow Olga into an adjoining bathroom. They
help her into a large shower stall where they gently wash her body and hair with
scented soap. Of course they cannot wash her cunt because the dildo remains
firmly in place. She is permitted to brush her teeth and gargle with a
mouthwash. Once cleaned up, Ivy is brought out of the stall. She is recovered
enough now to walk on her own. One of the boys, Boris, applies some Thanatos
Balm to the chafed skin of her ankles and wrists.
Olga instructs Ivy to leave her damp hair loose around her shoulders. She then
tells her to put on a pair of white silk stockings and gives her a white lace
garter belt to hold them up. She is then told to put on a pair of low-heeled
white patent leather slip-on shoes. The other twin, Yuri, kneels before Ivy and
flicks off the switches at the base of the dildo.
Ivy immediately feels the vibrations stop.
Olga says, "I think that your plastic playmate is almost empty of its caustic
'semen' but I don't want to take the chance of any of it leaking out of your
cunt and staining your beautiful stockings."
Ivy notices that Olga is holding a dog leash. The Russian woman hands it to
Yuri who connects the end of the leash to a ring at the base of the dildo in
Ivy's cunt. He then stands up and hands the end of the tether back to Olga.
"Good. Now I can lead you around like the bitch you are," she says. She jerks
the leash. "Let's begin our tour.
"I will begin by saying that the Bambino Bordello has been set up in a mansion
on the outskirts of St Petersburg that a Russian duke made his summer home
before the Revolution. The Soviets used it as a KGB interrogation center. Now
that Russia is a democracy -- a democracy in need of foreign funds -- the
government was happy to sell the house to a member of the Russian Mafia. He in
turn was pleased to give it to us as part of his fee to become a member of the
Thanatos Society. He was thoughtful enough to leave the torture chambers in the
basement of the house intact.
"We are now on the main floor of the Bordello. Off this hall are several rooms
where our guests can acquaint themselves with the girls and boys who work here."
Olga leads Ivy into the first room. It is a large, luxuriously appointed
sitting room with several overstuffed sofas and armchairs scattered over the
ankle-deep carpets. Sittings on some of the sofas are young girls. Some are
naked except for stocking and garter belts similar to Ivy's. One or two others
are dressed in abbreviated Catholic schoolgirl outfits of patent leather shoes,
white knee socks, short plaid kilts and white blouses. One of the girl's is
sitting with her legs parted and Ivy can see the twelve-year old's naked cunt.
Two girls wear Girl Scout uniforms. Three others are wearing frilly "little
girl" dresses, which seem appropriate since they could not have been older than
eight or nine years of age. They all are watching a large plasma television set
fixed to a wall.
"The inmates of the Bordello have been shipped in from similar whorehouses all
over the world," Olga explains. Most are girls but we also have some boys.
After all, you never know when a Catholic priest might visit," she laughs.
"Since the Bordello won't open until midnight, the girls have been instructed to
pass the time by watching an educational video. Take a look at what they're
watching. You might find it familiar."
Ivy tears her eyes away from the young whores and glances at the screen. She
quickly realizes that it is her image on the screen kneeling before the
obscenely fat member of the Society as he shoots a load of cum into her mouth.
"Say hello to Ivy girls, " instructs Olga. "You've seen her on the screen and
now you can meet her in person. She's come to join our happy little family."
"Hello Ivy!" the girls all say in unison.
"Hello," whispers Ivy.
With a sharp tug of the leash Olga leads her prisoner out of the sitting room
and across the hall to a similar one. Only in this is inhabited by boys aged
between eight and fifteen. A few wear costumes similar to the Russian twins who
helped bathe Ivy. However none have studs piercing their penises. Two
youngsters were dressed in Boy Scout uniforms and one was wearing the costume of
a Catholic altar boy. They too spent their time watching a video. In it Ivy is
undergoing her grandmother's needle torment. She winces as the image of the
screen is split in two. The picture on the left shows only an old woman's hand
shoving a needle through Ivy's nipple while the one on the right is a close up
of the reaction on Ivy's perspiration soaked face as granny drives the tiny
barbed spike slowly through her nipple bud.
Once again, Olga interrupts the video by introducing Ivy to the boys.
The fourteen year-old is then led down the hallway where they pass two more
sitting rooms.
Ivy is taken upstairs to see some of the bedrooms. Several of the rooms have
been decorated just like a young girl's bedroom. In one there is a white dresser
and desk. The desk is covered in schoolbooks. The top of the dresser is
littered with the type of make-up a teenager would buy. Posters of the Back
Street Boys and other boy bands adorn the walls. A white canopy bed dominates
the center of the room. Its frilly pink bedspread is piled high with stuffed
animals. The only items out of place in this typical teenaged girl's bedroom is
a white leather cuff that hangs from a heavy chain fastened to each corner of
the bed frame.
A second room is decorated to look like a boy's bedroom. A computer sits on a
desk along with a Sega Video Game set. On the dresser is a plastic model
airplane. The bedframe looks like a racing car and the night table beside it is
piled high with comic books. Like the girl's room, the bed in this one is
adorned with leather manacles.
Ivy is brought into a third room. This one looks like the principal's office in
an American intermediate school. A large mahogany desk dominates the room-.
Two straight back wooden chairs face the desk. Behind the desk university
degrees hang in frames attesting to the qualifications of the "principal".
There is a leather couch along one wall. Ivy notices that the ubiquitous leather
manacles adorn the couch. In a stand beside the couch are a variety of paddles,
whips, tawses and riding crops.
Next Ivy is led into a large empty room. One wall is completely covered with
large mirrors and a ballet dancing barre runs the length of the wall.
"This is where our little ballerinas will get a full workout," explains the
Russian. "Oh you should see their cute costumes. We had them designed
especially for the Bordello. It consists of a leotard and a tutu but the
leotard just covers the top half of the girl. From the tutu to her ballet
slippers she is completely naked.
Olga leads Ivy through other rooms. One is decorated like the tent in a
Hollywood set designer's idea of a sultan's harem. Another looks like a
miniature Roman Catholic chapel, complete with altar.
The Russian manager of the Bordello tells Ivy that it is time to meet Master
Parker, her new owner. He has instructed her to bring his new meat puppet to
the lower level of the mansion where he is correcting a recalcitrant inmate.
Olga leads Ivy by her leash into an elevator discretely placed at the end of one
the mansion's corridors. The lift quietly whisks them down to the cellar of
the house. The cellar is unlike the opulently appointed upper levels. It is a
dank, stone walled corridor off of which are rooms sealed by heavy metal doors.
Ivy is taken to one of the doors. Olga politely knocks. "Enter," a high
pitched voice commands.
The Russian opens the door and leads Ivy into a well-appointed torture chamber.
It is very hot in the large dark room. Ivy can hear the whimpering of someone in
pain. She is relieved that, for once, it is not her.
"Master Parker, here is your newest acquisition," she says. "The lovely and
talented Innocent Ivy."
At first Ivy does not see whom Olga is addressing. Her attention has been drawn
to one side of the chamber where a girl no older than her is attached to a free
standing eight foot wooden cross. The unfortunate girl is fastened to the cross
by large nails that have been driven between the bones of her forearms. Her
arms don't support all of her weight. Ivy can see that the girl is straddling a
small wooden beam that projects horizontally from the front of the cross's
vertical post. A large sandpaper covered dildo juts up from the beam and into
the unfortunate teen's vagina. Blood flows slowly out of the girl's snatch and
down the front of the cross. Blood also drips from the nail wounds in the
girl's arms to form puddles on the stone floor of the chamber. A large Russian
wolfhound stands before the cross wagging his tail happily ash he noisily licks
up the puddles of blood. A huge man, naked but for boots and a breechcloth
stand beside the cross. Ivy's heart jumps in her chest. Can this cruel looking
giant be her new owner?
"I'm over here, Mistress Olga." The high-pitched voice startles Ivy. She and
Olga turn around quickly in the direction of the voice.
Ivy cannot believe her eyes. Her new owner is a naked dwarf. He is not really
a dwarf because he is, except for one thing, a perfectly proportioned miniature
man. He is no taller than Ivy's navel. His skin is parchment coloured. His
long white hair is drawn up into a ponytail. Ivy finds two things shocking
about his appearance. The first is that his eyes are blood red. The man is an
albino. Ivy always thought that albino persons had blue eyes, but this man's
eyes are as red as the Devil's. The second shocking thing is s the size of his
cock. It is absolutely enormous. Although it is only semi-erect it is more
than nine inches long. The fleshy spear is also as thick a Ivy's wrist.
He approaches the two women.
"So you are Innocent Ivy," he pipes in his high American accent. "You are very
beautiful. I hope that you are worth the three quarters of a million dollars
that I paid for you."
Olga forces Ivy to her knees before her new owner. "The first lesson you must
learn, Cun, is that every time you come into the presence of your Master when he
is naked, you are to kneel, gently lift his cock with the back of you r hand and
place a kiss on the head its glorious glans. Now do so."
Ivy crawls forward on her knees. Even kneeling, she is taller than Master
Parker. She reaches out and lifts the immense organ with the back of her right
hand. She bends forward and raises the cock slowly to her mouth. The musky
smell of the organ assault her nostrils. She bends forward and plants a kiss on
the cock's gleaming glans. As she does so, a few clear drops of seminal fluid
leak onto the back of her hand. She gently lowers her master's organ and licks
his cock slime from her hand.
"Very well," Parker announces.
Turning towards his crucified victim he orders Ivy to stand up.
"Ivy," he says. "Come and meet the girl you are replacing."
Ivy and Olga follow Master Parker over to the cross.
"I'd like you to meet Susan," Parker says.
Ivy gazes at the blonde teen. She is exquisite. Ivy guesses that she is just
over five feet tall. Her alabaster skin is flawless. Her legs are slim and
hips narrow but her breasts are quite large. Susan's heart shaped face is
contorted into a mask of agony. She is moaning softly.
Ivy fears that Susan's ordeal has just begun.
Master Parker continues in his curiously high pitched voice. "I bought Susan
five years ago when she was only eight years old. She's worked in Bambino
Bordellos all over North and South America.
"By the time she was ten she was the most popular little whore in our Buenos
Aires house. Despite her petiteness she could handle the largest cock. Like
you, Ivy, her pain threshold was very high.
"Unfortunately when she was told that she would be moving to St Petersburg, she
protested. It seems that she fell in love with one of the boys who worked in
the Bordello. A fellow American named Peter. She became more and more
unwilling to accommodate the clients of the Bordello. The last straw came when
she refused to suck the cock of a general in the Argentinean Army. To make
matters worse, when she was forced to suck his dick the little slut actually bit
him.
"So we brought her here to correct her misbehaviour and to teach her the error
of her ways. As you can see, she has been prepared by Boris here."
Parker points to the giant Russian who stands beside the cross.
"Boris," he orders. "Go and get the treat that I had prepared for Susan.
As the giant walks out of the room Parker stands on a step stool so that he is
eye to eye with the crucified teen.
"Susan," he says. "Your bad behaviour seems to have started after you began to
have an illicit relationship with young Peter."
"I love him," the girl whimpers.
"Yes, yes. That's all well and good," Master Peter continues. "But you can't
let your personal feeling get in the way of you performance in the Bordellos. I
want you to promise me that you will begin your service here in the Russian
Bordello with enthusiastic obedience. This is your only opportunity to turn
over a new leaf."
"But what about Peter?" she asks.
Parker loses his temper. "Peter! Peter! I'll show you "what about Peter'!"
Just as he finishes saying this Boris returns leading a teenaged boy into the
cell.
"Peter!" shouts Susan. "What have they done to you?"
Ivy watches as the teenaged boy approaches. He is naked except for manacles on
his wrists and ankles. He has a large ball-gag in his mouth. His back and
buttocks are covered in welts and bruises.
"Never mind Peter, you little slut," says Master Parker. "I want you to agree
to serve in the Bordello."
"I'll do it only if you let Peter be with me," she says defiantly.
It's obvious that she really loves him if she is willing to fight for him
despite her desperate situation.
"Oh all right," concedes Master Parker, a little too quickly. "Peter can stay
here too. In fact he can be with you. But before I let you down from the cross
and release your boyfriend there is one thing you have to do for me."
"What is it? Susan asks.
"Peter can stay here only as a eunuch and I want you to castrate him."
Upon hearing this Peter struggles vainly in Boris's grip.
Susan cries in despair. "I can't do it, she moans.
"If you don't, I'll kill him in front of you and then kill you" Parker
threatens.
"Boris prepare him"
The giant drags the helpless teenager in front of his crucified girl friend. He
attaches the youth's wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling. He then joins
the boy's ankle cuffs together and chains them to an eighty-pound weight.
Boris then goes over and presses a button on the wall. A winch on the ceiling
pulls the young man up until his cock is at the same level as Susan's head.
Addressing Susan, Parker tells her that he wants her to bite her boyfriend's
balls off.
All three teenagers are stunned.
"There's no way I will do it," announces Susan.
"Oh yes you will," Parker counters. "In fact, in a few minutes Peter will be
begging you to do it. Boris, please proceed."
The giant goes to a shelf near a wall and Russian returns with what looks like
two glass water pistols. He hands one to Parker.
"Now watch closely Slut Susan," he instructs. "These pistols are filled with
sulphuric acid. Boris and I are going to start squirting your boyfriend until
her begs you to bite off his balls.
"And so you can empathize with him, I'll give you a little taste of the acid."
Boris grabs Susan's left foot. He holds it immobile as Master Parker points his
acid pistol at her baby toe. He pulls the trigger, releasing a thin stream of
acid. As soon as the liquid hits her toe Susan shrieks in agony. The deadly
fluid bubbles and hisses as it eats away the flesh of her toe.
Boris lets go of her foot and walks behind Peter. He points his weapon at the
teenaged boy's back and pulls the trigger. A stream of acid spatters against
his back. Peter screams and thrashes about as the liquid eats into his living
flesh. Boris continues to squirt acid on the youth's buttocks. The acid runs
down the back of his legs eating away the skin.
Master Parker hands his pistol to Olga and tells her to spray Peter in his eyes.
Through his agony Peter comprehends what is about to happen!! He will be
blinded and horribly disfigured.
"Stop, stop!!" he shouts.
"Susan," he continues in a hoarse gasp. "Please do as Master Parker instructs."
Boris grabs Peter from behind and pushes him toward Susan.
Parker instructs Ivy to assist by standing on the step stool and holding Peter's
cock up so that his girl friend can get at his balls.
Reluctantly Ivy complies.
She stands holding Peter's cock as Boris pushes the suspended youth closer to
Susan.
Susan opens her mouth widely and takes both of her lover's balls.
She cannot bring herself to bite down.
"Do it," gasps Peter. "Please do it quickly. I don't want to be blinded."
He shrieks as his teenaged lover bites down on his gonads. Blood courses out of
her mouth as her teeth break through the delicate skin of his ball sack. She
coughs and shakes her head like a bulldog and she slowly tears her lover's balls
from his body.
Peter is haemorrhaging but Boris quickly stanches the flow by applying a hot
iron to the wound.
Susan remains suspended on the cross. Her boyfriend's bloody balls are in her
mouth. His blood runs down her chin and drips onto her breasts.
"Since you were one of my favourite slaves, Susan," announces Master Peter. "I
won't force you to swallow Peter's balls. Just spit them on the floor."
She does as ordered. Immediately the large wolfhound pounces on the tender
morsels. He noisily chews up and swallows them.
As Boris carries Peter out Master Parker tells Susan that he will let her down
from the cross. She will be given forty-eight hours to recover in the
Bordello's infirmary after which she will serve a month as a human urinal on the
main floor of the mansion.
The diminutive sadist then turns his attention to Ivy.
"My dear, let's get you prepared to participate in the grand opening Russia's
first Bambino Bordello."
End of Part 8
