Celeste - A Thanatos Tale

Celeste – A Thanatos Society Tale – Part Three

Celeste Swift balances on her bondage boots beside her Master, Karl Davidoff. The thin metal wires that make up her bra and thong dig cruelly into her flesh. But this discomfort is trivial compared to the psychological anguish she suffers as she watches the video. It is a recording of her first hours as a captive of the Thanatos Society. She looks at the image of herself when she was only fourteen years old. Tall for her age even then, she is dwarfed by the large brass frame to which she is shackled in a tight spread eagle position. She watches her younger self struggle ineffectively as Grandma dangles four fishhooks inches in front of her cum- slickened face.

The camera is positioned at the foot of the frame. The viewer can clearly see her abused cunt. Blood drips intermittently from between her legs. Adult Celeste recalls the burning pain she felt eleven years ago when her father ripped away her virginity. As the old woman in the video continues to dangle the hooks in front of her granddaughter, the young girl's abdomen convulses with fear. Suddenly a golden stream of urine spurts from between her legs. She is so frightened that she loses control of her bladder.

As the men in the audience cheer, Celeste's mother admonishes her for embarrassing herself in front of all these strangers.

"Now, now, dear," Grandma scolds her daughter gently. "Don't be too hard on little Celeste."

Turning back to her granddaughter, she asks her if she is thirsty. Celeste nods her head weakly. Anything to delay the use of those fishhooks.

"I'll give you a drink, dear," says the old woman who winks a Celeste's mother, Adrienne. Adrienne presses a button on the control box. The winches that hold the teen's arms begin to travel down the posts at the upper corners of the frame. They stop when Celeste's head is only a foot from the floor. The girl is now stretched at an angle with her feet higher than her head.

Grandma casually drops the fishhooks on Celeste's chest. She then turns to face the headpiece of the frame and straddles her granddaughter's face. Young Celeste gazes at the old woman's gash. Grandma grabs the posts of the headboard and squats down so that her pussy is only inches from Celeste. The old woman's cunt is surrounded by gray pubic hair. Her leathery brown labia hang down from her crotch.

As she watches the image on the screen, adult Celeste remembers the rancid, fishy smell of her grandmother's sex. She learned later that the old woman hadn't bathed for a week before her granddaughter's abduction.

Celeste's grandma releases a warm torrent of acrid yellow piss directly in the fourteen year-old's face. Her beautiful freckled skin is soaked. She cries out in surprise and a stream of piss quickly fills her mouth. The girl struggles and gags as grandma continues to squat and pee on her face. The teen shakes her head from side to side in an attempt to avoid the golden shower. The youngster blinks her eyes repeatedly as she tries to clear them of the acidic liquid.

Grown up Celeste has been forced to consume a lot more disgusting fare than urine in her eleven years as a sex-slave but she still remembers the devastating horror she felt when her own grandmother pissed on her. Soon the stream trickles to a stop. The old woman quickly straightens up and turns around.

"And now, down to business," she says merrily, and picks up the fishhooks by their nylon leaders. As she walks to the other end of the frame she grabs a spool of clear monofilament fishing line and a knife from the table. Meanwhile Celeste is being raised up to a height more convenient to her Grandma.

The old woman stands between her granddaughter's widely spread legs and studies her pussy. Handing three of the hooks, the scissors and the fishing line to her son-in-law, who has stepped up to assist, she continues to look at Celeste. "I declare Rob," says the old woman. "That your daughter has an exquisite vagina. Such soft, plump flesh. And hardly any hair."

She gently pinches the flesh near Celeste's labia. The teenager, who's been keening with fear, gasps from the pain. Even a gentle caress is excruciatingly painful to her super sensitive skin. Using her left hand, Grandma squeezes the soft tissue of her granddaughter's right labia. The fourteen year-old captive shrieks as the evil old woman pushes the point of the barbed fishhook through her cunt lip. As Celeste cries and struggles in her bonds a close-up on the screen shows ruby beads of blood oozing out of her wounded cunt flesh.

Grown-up Celeste watches the image of her grandmother inserting another fishhook in the same cunt lip. In short order, the young victim's left labium is adorned in a similar fashion.

Assisted by Celeste's father, the old woman cuts and ties a three-foot length of monofilament fishing line to each hook. She pulls the ends of the two lines tied to the hooks in the unfortunate teenager's right cunt lip and fastens them to the links in the chain that stretches the youngster's right leg to a corner of the frame. The lines tied to the hooks in Celeste's left labia are then fastened to the manacle chain in the left corner of the frame. She then steps back to admire her work. The camera closes in on a tight shot so that the screen is filled with the image of Celeste's ravaged fuck-hole stretched obscenely open by the vicious fishhooks. Grandma inserts her gnarled forefinger to the knuckle into her granddaughter's cunt. By now young Celeste is hoarse from screaming. Her cries ascend an octave as her own grandmother rubs her dry finger across the wound where her hymen has been ripped away.

As adult Slave Celeste reluctantly watches the screen her Master continues to caress her legs and backside with one hand while masturbating with the other hand. "Remove her clothes," he says to his butler who has been standing quietly behind them. Celeste is vastly relieved as the servant pulls the needles from her nipples. He then unfastens and helps her out of her bra and thong. She now stands naked in her bondage shoes. Her breasts and waist are decorated with red lines where the wires had pushed into her alabaster skin. Tiny streams of blood ooze from her punctured nipples. Master Karl looks at her as he reclines a little in his seat, moving his hips forward. His cock is fully erect. "Fuck me," he orders.

Celeste continues to face the large screen as she straddles his lap. Her legs from toes to knees are in an agony, caused by the cruel bondage boots she continues to wear. Despite this, she lowers herself until her master's cock presses against the opening of her cunt. With a gasp of pleasure, she allows her pussy to swallow his cock. His thick shaft fills her cunt completely. Soon his cock gleams with her girl juice. As she quietly rides up and down on his cock, she is forced to watch her teenaged self being tortured by her own depraved family. She can feel an orgasm growing in her core. Sensing this, Davidoff orders Celeste to stop bouncing up and down on his cock. She sits still with her cunt filled with his engorged man-meat. He grasps her by her shoulders and pulls her back until she is reclining on his chest. "I don't want you to cum until I tell you to," he whispers into her ear. "I want you to sit still and use your cunt muscles to squeeze my cock every ten seconds for a count of three before relaxing. Meanwhile, let's enjoy the video."

Celeste begins to squeeze as instructed. She knows that her Master can enjoy this for hours before he allows himself to cum. Her attention returns to the image of herself and her grandma on the large screen.

By now Granny has removed her gnarled finger from her granddaughter's violated pussy. The old woman looks carefully at the digit. It glistens wetly with a mixture of blood and cunt juice. With an evil smile she pops the finger in her mouth and licks it off. "Nothing is sweeter than virgin blood," she says with a smile.

The stretched labia of the fourteen-year-old captive hurts terribly. The fishhooks continue to pull her vagina open cruelly. Tiny droplets of ruby blood drip from the vicious razor sharp barbs. "You know, Grandpa," the old woman continues. "I believe you and your son-in-law have bruised little Celeste's love sheath with your nasty old cocks. I think it's time to tend to those bruises." Grandpa smiles and nods his head in agreement. "You're right my dear," he says, as he walks up to the cart next to Celeste's imprisoning rack. "And I've got just the thing we need to soothe her." Teenaged Celeste watches her grandfather take a large jar from the cart. The vessel is filled with a cloudy liquid. Protruding from its mouth is the shiny end of a large pair of tongs. The old man carefully steps over the siderail of the metal frame and stands straddling his granddaughter's outstretched left arm. "My dear," he announces in a loud voice. "As you know, I am a man of medicine. While up-to-date on the latest methods, I'm also a student of medical history." The frightened young captive's gaze goes back and forth between her granddad and the jar he is holding. She cannot make out what exactly is in the cloudy brown water.

"In the past few years some of my more progressive colleagues have discovered that some of the old methods can be used beneficially even today," he continues. "Now Grandma tells me that your poor little cunny is all bruised. Well, my dear, I'd like to introduce you to one of my little helpers who'll make your cunt feel better." The old man grasps the tongs and fishes around in the jar. After a moment, he smiles and holds what he has captured inches from his granddaughter's horrified face. "Say hello to my little friend," he says mockingly. The young girl's stomach heaves with shock and disgust. Squirming energetically from the end of the tongs is a greyish green leech. Some of the slime drips off the three-inch long animal's shiny surface onto Celeste's cheek. She looks at the end of the writhing worm and sees that its mouth is a round hole lined with hundreds of sharp conical teeth arranged in concentric circles.

"Celeste, my dear," the old man says. "This is what is known as a medicinal leech. However, this fellow is a member of a strain especially developed in the labs of a pharmaceutical company whose director is a member of the Thanatos Society. You see, his scientists were trying to engineer a more efficient leech. Normally, a medicinal leech can only suck around five milligrams of blood before becoming engorged. This little fellow can suck up much more than that. In fact, when he is full, he swells to three times his normal volume. Unfortunately these little guys cannot be used on regular patients for you see, unlike most leeches, whose bites are painless, the bite from the Thanatos leech is very painful. Moreover, the chemical it releases to keep its victim's blood from clotting causes very acute itching -- kind of like a mosquito bite, only a hundred times worse."

His captive granddaughter continues to look on with horror as the old man moves to the other end of the frame. As he walks, Celeste's mother has used the remote control to raise the chains holding her daughter's legs up almost to the top of the corner columns of the frame. The young teen's body is now held at a sharp angle with her head far below heels. The old man is now positioned between his granddaughter's legs. He ignores her pleas to stop. With a cruel smile, he pinches one of the taut lines that connect a fishhook to the manacle chain on Celeste's left ankle and plucks it like a harp string. "Oh do shut up, Celeste," he admonishes, as her painful cries increase in volume. "I'm doing this for your own good." Without hesitating, he uses his tongs to push the first leech deep into his granddaughter's fleshy hole.

To this day, adult Celeste can remember the revolting feel of that slimy worm writhing in her love channel. The image on the screen now shows a close-up of the teenager's face. Her expression transforms from one of disgust to one of pain as she feels the leech fastening its teeth onto the bruised flesh of her cunt. Almost immediately a burning itch begins. Granddad lifts a second leech from the water and pushes it into his grandchild. Soon another part of her internal flesh begins to burn and itch. With methodical precision and ignoring the pathetic pleas of his granddaughter, the old doctor inserts a total of ten bloodsucking worms into her bruised pussy. Poor Celeste struggles against the chains holding her, as her cunt burns and itches. After a few moments, she can feel pressure growing inside her cunt. The leeches are starting to swell up as they drink her blood!

Grandma looks at Celeste and says, "Does it really hurt, my child?"

"Oh, yes!!" responds the girl between sobs. "Please, please take them out!"

"I'm afraid we won't be able to do that for a few more minutes if we want the treatment to work," Granny continues. "But perhaps I can find a way to take your mind off the pain in your cunt.

"You know, my dear. I can't help but admire your beautiful breasts. I know they are not fully developed yet but those red little nipples perched on your velvety mounds are just delightful. You are probably too young and naïve to know it but men love girls with nipples that stand out prominently. I think that we should put to good use the time necessary to complete the leech treatment by stretching those nipples."

To Celeste's horror, Grandma produces a two-inch long stainless steel needle. She bends down to pluck the nipple of her granddaughter's left breast. Carefully she places the point of the shaft against the side of the girl's nipple and slowly pushes it through the tender flesh until the point comes out the other side of the pink fleshy bud. She ignores her granddaughter's howls and continues to insert the needle until it is centered. She quickly inserts a similar needle into the nipple of Celeste's other breast. She steps back to view her work. Silver shafts protrude from either side of each nipple. Blood slowly leaks from the fresh wounds and trickles down the tops of the inverted girl's breasts toward her shoulders. But the old woman isn't finished. Taking a length of clear fishing line, she ties a small noose at one end. She slips the noose over he ends of the needle in her granddaughter's left breast. She viciously pulls the tender bud until its is stretched more than an inch longer than is normal. She then ties the other end of the line to the top railing of the frame at the Celeste's head. Grandma does the same thing to her grandchild's other nipple.

Looking at this eleven-year-old atrocity, Adult Celeste remembers that Granny was correct. The pain in her breasts did take her mind of the itching in her cunt.

Master Karl presses a button on the remote control and the image of young Celeste freezes on the screen. It is a full-length shot of the teenager. Blood tinged slime leaks from her splayed open vagina. Her face is a mask of utter pain as her nipples are stretched cruelly from her breasts.

"It's getting late," Master Davidoff announces, casually slapping Adult Celeste's butt. "We've got a busy day ahead of us, so we'd better get some rest. Perhaps we'll watch some more of this tomorrow." Slave Celeste is reminded that her parents are visiting along with two other members of the Thanatos Society and she is to entertain them.

"Stand up and finish me with your mouth," he orders as he switches off the video machine. Celeste pulls herself off of her Master's cock and turns to face him. Still balancing on the bondage boots, she bends over from the waist and sucks his cock into her mouth. Swirling her tongue in his piss slit before bathing the head and shaft, she deep throats the organ with ease. After a few minutes, Karl groans softly and releases a flood of sperm down her throat. Celeste stands up and smiles. Her lips are slick with her master's cock juice.

Davidoff follows Celeste up to the main level of the mansion. He admires her how her legs and butt muscles are made tense by the bondage boots. "Before I put you to bed," he says, "I want you to clean out the cat box."

Davidoff has two Siamese cats. He does not let them outside so they use a litter box in which to relieve themselves. Once a week, it is Celeste's duty to remove the accumulated cat shit and piss-soaked clay from the litter box. While this domestic job is carried out in thousands of cat-lovers households throughout the land, Celeste is probably the only person who must complete this unsavory chore with her hands manacled behind her back. As befits a lowly slave, she must kneel at the litter box and clean it out with her mouth. Unless she has displeased her Master, she is allowed to spit the cat shit into a plastic garbage bag. Usually as she does this, the two cats sit nearby looking at her with what can only be described as expressions of amused superiority.

Celeste's Master has videotaped her cleaning out the litter box on an occasion when she had displeased him. The tape shows close-up images of her chewing and swallowing cat shit. Karl often torments his slave by threatening to mail a copy of the video to the news director of the ABC affiliate where Celeste is the much- admired news anchor. This evening, Celeste manages to clean the litter box in only five minutes. When she is finished her arms are freed and she is allowed to remove her bondage boots. Completely naked, she goes to the upper level of the mansion to brush her teeth and shower.

It is now time for Karl to put his slave to bed. Celeste has the honor of sleeping in her Master's bed tonight. She lays down on her back in the middle of the king-sized bed. Her head faces the footboard. Davidoff fastens her arms and legs to the corner posts of the bed frame so she cannot move. He removes his clothing and climbs into bed. He moves on top of his slave so that his cock dangles over her face. Celeste opens wide and her owner buries his prick in her mouth. Davidoff then settles down on top of her. Reaching over to the night table he takes a large dildo and pushes it into Celeste's cunt. He then rests his head on her thigh and drifts off to sleep. Soon, using her Master's cock like a fleshy soother, Slave Celeste drifts off too sleep as well.

… End of Part 3