Christmas at Thanatos Manor – Part One

Dear Reader. Here's a cruel and depraved little confection to brighten your holiday season. So put down the ribbons and wrapping paper and spend a few minutes with the members of the Thanatos Society as they gather at the Manor to celebrate Christmas. Like most of my tales, this one is not for the faint of heart. If you would like to let me know what you think of this story, you may contact me at cerberus713@hotmail.com.

------- Cerberus

A leather-clad chauffeur guides a large black Rolls Royce limousine along a desolate snow-dusted Scottish road towards Thanatos Manor. In the passenger compartment, Sir Jonathan Vincent and his wife of twenty years, Lucinda, sit facing forward on the luxurious leather bench seat. Across from them on jump seats are their two sons, Michael, who is eighteen, and Stephen whose fourteenth birthday was celebrated earlier in December. Christmas carols emanate softly from the six speakers of the automobile's sound system.

There is someone else in the car. A beautiful young woman kneels on the floor between the parents and sons. But for a red ribbon tied tightly around her graceful neck, she is completely naked. Christine is sixteen and has been a sex-slave of Michael Vincent's since she was twelve. His parents gave her to him for his birthday. Even at twelve, the girl had been exquisitely beautiful. Her father had been one of the vice presidents of the infamous El-ron Corporation. Several members of the Thanatos Society had lost significant amounts of money when it was revealed that the men who ran the company had been looting it to the detriment of both employees and shareholders. Knowing that the American justice system would not deal with the responsible culprits adequately, several Society members, including Jonathan Vincent, took matters into their own hands. They arranged to abduct many of the senior executives' children. Christine's father, like many an El-ron executive, had avoided jail time by paying fines with the money he stole. However, his exultation at cheating the jailer was quickly extinguished when he and his wife received a DVD that showed their precious daughter, who they assumed to be at a California tennis-camp, being viciously gang raped by fifty men wearing masks made to resemble various U.S. Presidents. Each Viagra-charged man stuffed his cock into Christine's virgin ass, pussy and mouth at least three times. By the time they were spent, Christine's naked body was coated in cock-slime and she lay in a large puddle of sperm. Several of rapists were former El-ron employees. The Society made sure that many of the images ended up on the worldwide Web.

The car continues to wend its way to the Christmas celebration. An hour earlier, Christine relieved the monotony of the trip by crawling over to each of the Vincent men and sucking his cock, swallowing every precious drop of man-grease. She then used her talented tongue and lips to bring Mrs Vincent to multiple orgasms. When she had finished, the obedient little slave returned to her place in the centre of the passenger compartment and, facing Mr and Mrs Vincent, assumed Position Two. This position is one of several poses Christine learned at the Thanatos Academy of Sexual Slavery. She kneels on the soft carpet of the Rolls with her knees spread wide. After interlocking her fingers behind her blonde head and holding her arms parallel to the line of her shoulders, she arches her back causing her breasts to thrust out proudly on her chest. Normally Christine would have been forced to kneel on the sharp edge of a triangular wooden rod, but it is Christmas and the Vincent's are feeling benevolent. Besides, they didn't want Christine to appear at Thanatos Manor with bruised knees. She is the present that the family is contributing to Society's Christmas gift exchange. Michael Vincent doesn't regret giving Christine away. Her replacement, a delightful little Japanese cuntlet, is currently learning the finer points of total subservience at the Thanatos Academy. Until she graduates in May, Michael will have to be satisfied by his parents' slaves.

Despite having cum only an hour before, young Stephen gazes lustfully at Christine's naked backside. The young lad's eyes slide over the surface of Christine's naked flesh, taking in the every detail of her flawless skin of her back as it narrows to her waist and then flair into small flawless buttocks – flawless except for a lacework of healed scars. Michael has made a habit of whipping his slave at least once a month whether she deserved it or not. He had taken his father's advice to heart when the older man presented Christine to him. "Beat her regularly," he said. "You may not know why she is being punished but you can rest assured that she does."

Stephen Vincent concentrated his gaze on the girl's bum. Shortly after becoming Michael's property, his brother had burned a livid "V" into the soft flesh of her right butt cheek. Because her knees are spread, separating her buttocks slightly, Stephen can just make out the pink rosebud of her asshole. Christine's butt is almost as tight today as it was four years ago. This, despite the regular butt fucking she's had to endure from every member of the Vincent family, including Mrs Vincent, who favors a ribbed black strap-on dildo, and the family's Labrador retriever. Such are the wonderfully elastic properties of teenaged girl-flesh.

While Stephen admires the slave's ass, his father runs his eyes, for the hundredth time, over the girl's breasts and belly. Christine's tits are not large but they are firm and plump and tipped by long pink nipples. Sir Jonathan's eyes drop to inspect the girl's cunt. She has no pubic hair so it is easy to spot her prominent clitoris peaking out of the between her puffy pussy lips. Last year Michael pierced the base of Christine's clitty and ran a small silver ring through the hole. Today, in keeping with the festive season, a tiny silver angel dangles from the ring on a fine four-inch long chain. The angel swings back and forth between the girl's legs in response to the motion of the car.

"How much farther?" asks Stephen who has never been to Thanatos Manor before.

"We'll be there in about twenty minutes," answers his mother. "Be patient."

"I am, Mother," says Stephen. "It's just that I need to take a pee."

"Well, we're not going to stop," says Mrs Vincent. "Christine, take care of

Steve."

Without hesitation the teenaged slave creeps between the boy's legs. She sits on the floor with her back to him. As Stephen unzips his fly and pulls out his cock, Christine leans backward until she is facing the roof of the car. The top of her head rests on the edge of the seat between the youth's legs. He looks down and admires Christine's pretty face. She looks obediently at him with large blue eyes. She opens her ruby red lips to reveal perfect teeth. She opens her mouth wider. The boy slides forward on his seat and rests his balls on the girl's forehead. As he points the tip of his cock at her mouth, he orders her to swallow only when he says so. With that, he releases a hot golden stream of piss into her mouth. Christine's mouth quickly fills with the bitter brew. Just before it overflows, Stephen says, "Swallow". She does and her mouth quickly fills up again with the acrid urine. "Swallow," he orders repeatedly as her mouth fills. Christine ingests several mouthfuls of piss. Eventually the stream becomes a trickle. With a cruel smile, Stephen pulls back his cock and dribbles a few drops of piss into the slave's left eye. She gasps as the acidic liquid burns her blue eye but does not move. When the lad has finished, Christine returns to her original position kneeling between the parents and the boys. This time Michael orders her to assume Position Seven. Christine falls forward until her forehead is resting on the floor of the Rolls. She spreads her knees and uses her hands to pull apart her ass cheeks, revealing her asshole and cunny to the Vincent parents. Lucinda Vincent had slipped her pumps off and now extends her right foot and begins to run her manicured big toe along the insides of Christine's pink cunt lips. The silver angel dances as Lucinda rhythmically pushes her toe into the soft moistness of the teen's pussy.

Eventually they arrive at the wrought iron gates of Thanatos Manor. A large Christmas wreath hangs from each of the double gates. The car stops and is approached by an armed guard who stops beside the rear side window. Mr Vincent slides the window down so that he can be recognized. The guard smiles and says that they are expected. It is a mark of his professionalism that he doesn't react to the sight of Mrs Vincent with her three of her toes imbedded in the cunt flesh of a naked teenaged girl. He steps back from the car and speaks into a cell phone. The gates swing open and the car begins the half-mile trip to the Manor.

Pulling her toes out of Christine, Lucinda order the girl to turn around and suck the cunt juice from her feet. As the teen does so, Mrs Vincent reaches for a bag and announces that it is time to decorate their present. Since Christine is the present, she kneels passively in front of Lucinda who hands a leather sleeve to Michael and tells him to put it on Christine. The sleeve is made of bright red leather that matches the red ribbon that is tied around the girl's neck. The two boys lean forward and pull the girl's arms back until her elbows touch. Holding her forearms together, they slip them into the long sleeve that encloses the girl's arms from fingertips to elbows. While Stephen holds her arms in place, Michael pulls very tightly on the green laces that run the length of the sleeve. He then ties ends of the laces in a double knot. With her elbows tied behind her back Christine's breasts are thrust forward. The teenaged slave kneels quietly as Lucinda removes two fancy bows from her bag. These bows are identical to the intricate semi-spherical ones that are available in any store that sells gift wrapping paper and ribbons. These particular bows are made of shiny green ribbons. Christine's eyes widen with fear when she notices the only thing about the bows that make them different from the ones you can buy anywhere. Instead of a square of sticky paper at the base of each bow, there is a two-inch long needle. To make matters worse, each needle is not made of smooth steel. Instead, each shaft is coated with hundreds of very tiny barbs. This is to prevent them from slipping out of her flesh. Mrs Vincent disinfects the needles by dipping them into a small bottle of tincture of iodine.

"Hold her boys," orders Sir Jonathan. As the youths grip Christine by her shoulders, Jonathan begins to pluck at the nipple of the girl's left breast. It begins to swell. With a cruel smile, his wife places the point of one needle into the flesh in the center of the nipple. Christine wails as Lady Vincent slowly pushes the needle into the heart of her nipple. Incredible pain radiates from the girl's nipple through her whole tit. The older woman keeps pushing until all two inches are buried in the teenager's tit flesh. The tears that run down the slave's cheeks complement the thin rivulet of blood that slowly runs down the bottom half of her breast. Before she has a chance to recover, Lucinda plunges the second needle into the centre of the girl's right nipple. She then leans back to admire her work. Christine kneels trembling with a green bow decorating each breast. Lady Vincent watches the blood slowly running from under the green bows down the girl's breasts and belly. "Yes," she smiles. "The juxtaposition of green ribbon and red blood does make our little Christine here is looking very 'Christmas-y' indeed."

At last the car pulls up to the front of Thanatos Manor. Having adjusted their clothing and put on their coats, the Vincents are ready to get out of the car. Louis, the chauffeur opens the door and the family gets out. He reaches in and pulls Christine from the vehicle. The naked girl stands trembling in the frigid air while her owners admire the Christmas decorations that adorn the front of the Manor. It is quite cold and wisps of snow continue to fall.

A large Mercedes Benz Maybach glides to a stop behind the Vincent's Rolls and a family gets out.

"Oh look, Jonathan," says Lucinda happily. "It's the Greensteins."

Harold Greenstein smiles broadly and walks over to the Vincents. His wife, Emily, and his seventeen year-old son Joel accompany him. Emily is a stunning blonde who is obviously much too young to be Joel's mother. In fact she is Harold's trophy wife. Harold arranged a fatal "accident" for Joel's mother in order to marry someone whose cruelty surpassed even his own. Joel feels no bitterness because Emily lets him fuck her – something his mother never did.

Greenstein shakes hands with the Vincent men and kisses Lucinda on the cheek. "It's wonderful to see you again, folks," he beams in a thick Brooklyn accent.

"I'm so glad you could make it. Merry Christmas," says Lucinda. "Or should I say Happy Hanukkah?"

"Whatever," laughs the rotund American. "Whether it's Christmas or Hanukkah, the folks that run Thanatos Manor always make the holiday celebration a memorable occasion.

While the two families stand in the frigid air catching up on old times, poor Christine is freezing. Her trembling naked body is covered with goosebumps. Mrs Greenstein and Lucinda have embraced and are talking together happily when Harold notices Christine. He looks at her admiringly. "I presume that that young cunt is your donation to the gift exchange," he says. "That reminds me. Joel tell Roland to take our present out of the trunk and bring it over here."

The younger Greenstein hurries over to the large car and tells the chauffeur, Roland, to pop the trunk. As the trunk lid slowly rises, Roland goes to it and lifts our the Greenstein's Christmas/Hanukkah present.

"My God," exclaims Lucinda. "Is that Kimberly? She must have really pissed you off."

The Vincent boys do a double take. The present that the Greensteins are about to contribute to the Thanatos Christmas gift exchange is, indeed, none other than Kimberly Greenstein, Harold's sixteen year-old daughter! Michael Vincent has been "in lust" with the proud black-haired beauty since he first met her three years before. He always thought she bore a remarkable resemblance to Winona Ryder. Of course, because she was the daughter of a member of the Thanatos Society who was also a friend of his parents, he could only admire her from a distance. Many times while he was plunging his cock into Christine, he imagined that he was fucking stuck up, beautiful Kimberly Greenstein. The spoiled bitch acted like her shit smelled like roses. As the Greenstein's large black chauffeur led her up to them, Michael can only exult in how the mighty had fallen. She is even more beautiful than ever. Michael whispers to his brother that the only thing that would improve Kimberly's look would be a wad of his cum leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Emily Greenstein explains to Lucinda Vincent that Kimberly has been quite a handful since Harold got rid of her mother. Always willful, the teenager almost informed the media about her father's depraved "hobby". Fortunately, Joel caught her as she was about to leave the house to meet with a reporter from the New York Post. In her backpack, he found one of his father's videotapes. It was a particularly vicious one. In it, Joel assists his father in raping and torturing to death a pair of teenaged identical twins that they had imported into the States from Bangkok. The tape could only be viewed on special equipment that is exclusive to members of the Society. When run on a normal video player the tape showed the film, "It's a Wonderful Life". However, the fact that Kimberly had been prepared to betray her family sealed her fate.

Now the unfortunate girl stands in the grip of the huge chauffeur. In recognition of the festive season, she has been sewn into a green leather bondage suit. Her head is encased in a tight helmet. Her long black hair has been drawn through a hole at the back of the helmet and falls down her back in a long ponytail. The helmet does not cover her beautiful face. A large red ball gag has been shoved into her mouth. This gag has been specially designed. It is hollow with a hole in its side large enough to permit Kimberly to insert her tongue. A large metal spring clip fitted to the inside of the ball viciously grips that tender pink morsel. The inside of the ball had been filled with ground horseradish that burns the surfaces of the poor girl's tongue.

The septum of her straight nose has been pierced with a large silver ring to which is attached the leather leash that Otto is holding. Kimberly is five and a half feet tall but Roland towers over her.

The Vincent boys stand and admire Kimberly's outfit. The girl's suit is so tight that the boys can see the lips of her pussy under the soft leather. The bottom of her helmet has been sewn to the rest of the suit. The green leather is extremely tight but is so soft that it hugs every curve of the girl's sweet body to the point where the boys can tell that her belly button is an "inny". Kimberly's arms have been forced behind her back. Her forearms are parallel to the ground and each elbow rests in the hand of the opposite arm. A leather sleeve, similar to the one Christine is wearing binds Kimberly's forearms together. The girl's breasts protrude through an opening in the front of the suit. Each breast is a puffy mound of firm flesh tipped by a nipple that has been colored with rouge to match her ball gag. A thick red elastic has been placed over the base of each breast, making it swell painfully. In case she wasn't in enough pain, her father had Joel push a barbed fishhook through each of his sister's nipples. A thin green nylon cord was attached to the end of one hook, fed through the poor girl's nose ring and then tied to the end of the other hook. When Roland pulls up on Kimberly's leash, her head is forced upward, jerking the cord and stretching her nipples grotesquely.

During a lull in the conversation, Stephen Vincent hears a quiet buzzing coming from Kimberly. He walks closer to her and discovers that the buzzing is coming from her pussy. Joel notices Stephen's interest and explains that his sister has a vibrating dildo in her cunt. Young Greenstein invites Stephen to unsnap the large patch of leather that covers his sister's pussy and ass. The younger Vincent eagerly does so, revealing the girl's hairless cunt. He squats in front of Kimberly so he can see the base of a large dildo protruding from the girl's pussy. Only inches away, he realizes that the buzzing is actually varying in pitch. He breaks into a broad grin when he recognizes that the vibrator is playing the first two bars of "Jingle Bells" repeatedly. The youth gently presses the palm of his hand over Kimberly's pubic mound. He can feel the vibrations reverberating through her warm flesh. Despite her pain and humiliation, Kimberly must be finding the dildo stimulating at some level. Warm cunt juice leaks out of her pussy to wet the palm of his hand. Roland smiles down at Stephen and asks if he'd like to help complete Kimberly's outfit before they go into the mansion. Stephen nods eagerly. The large man deftly spins the humiliated girl around. The younger Vincent brother stares at the sixteen-year old girl's magnificent ass. Her firm, round buttocks are completely unblemished although they are covered in goosebumps because of the cold air. Kimberly squirms at the end of the leash as Stephen uses both thumbs to spread her ass cheeks. He is pleasantly surprised to see the base of a second dildo protruding from the girl's ass-hole. The base is actually a removable screw cap. Otto tells Stephen to unscrew it. Using both hands, the youth does as instructed. As soon as the cap is removed, a small clear plastic cartridge slides out of the dildo and onto the ground. Stephen picks it up and examines it. The surface of the cylinder consists of a very thin clear plastic membrane. As he looks at it more closely, Stephen can discern dozens of tiny punctures in the thin casing. He also notices the remains of a dead wasp at the bottom of the device.

"You can throw that away, young sir," says Otto as he hands the boy an identical cartridge. Only this one contains a live and very angry wasp. As the lad inserts the fresh cartridge into the poor girl's butt-dildo, Roland explains that the artificial cock is four inches in length and that the last inch consists of two strips of hard plastic that connects the front of the dildo to the threaded base ring. Once inserted, the angry wasp can sting the sensitive flesh of Kimberly's ass-hole through the thin membrane. Stephen screws the plastic cap back onto the base of the dildo and stands up. Immediately a muffled shriek emanates from around Kimberly's ball gag and her beautiful brown eyes bulge. She squirms and dances in pain.

"That wasp appears to have wasted no time," laughs Roland and he steady's Kimberly by tightening his grip on her leash. "Mrs Greenstein wanted to insert a similar dildo into the girl's pussy, but Kimberly's father said that it was too cruel. A caring father indeed."

The two families head towards the front doors of Thanatos Manor. Just before entering the sound of sleigh bells make them stop and turn around.

"Oh look!" says Lucinda Vincent. "It's Father Christmas."

Indeed a portly gentleman wearing the traditional Santa Claus outfit is driving a sleigh up the snow-covered drive. Instead of reindeer, nine naked women pull the sleigh. "Santa Claus" is actually Ibn Fouad al Kabir and the human reindeer are from his large herd of pony-girls. For the past eight years, the immensely wealthy oil sheik has played Santa at Thanatos Manor. The reindeer-girls pull the sled to the front of the mansion and stop. This year the reindeer team is a matched set of Nordic blondes. (Last year the Sheik brought a team of beautiful black slaves.) The girls are panting from their exertions and steam actually rises from their perspiration-soaked bodies. These young women appear to range in age from the early teens to the early twenties. There are four pairs led by "Rudolph", a beautiful creature dressed like the others except for a glowing red ball gag in her mouth. The other girls have green ball gags. Every girl's arms are bound at the elbow behind her back. She wears a tight belt around her waist. A rough leather cord is sewn to the front of belt and passes between the girl's legs so that it is tightly jammed into the groove of her pussy and ass. The other end of the cord is fastened to the front of the sled. "Santa" steers the sled by using reins that are knotted to large silver rings that hang from the tips of each girl's breasts. The right hand rein runs through the ring of the right breast of four the girls on the right side of the "reindeer" team. Similarly, the left lead is fastened to the left nipple rings of the girls on the left side of the team. The ends of both reins are fastened to nipples of the unfortunate "Rudolph". Bells have been hung from the girls' nipple rings. . Each reindeer-girl wears hard plastic bondage boots on her feet. They have no heels and force the wearer to stand on her toes of her arched feet.

While Santa steers the sled, his twelve year-old son, Ali, dressed as an elf, sits beside his father and wields a buggy whip to make sure the "reindeer" keep up a good pace. Judging from their bloody backs and buttocks, Santa's little helper, has been making sure they do.

"Santa" smiles to see his friends the Vincents and the Greensteins and climbs down from the sled.

"Hello, hello, my dear friends," he exclaims as he comes up to them.

"Hello Fouad," says Lucinda warmly. "I think you know everyone here except my youngest son, Stephen. This is his first Christmas at the Manor."

The Arab shakes the youth's hand and says, "A pleasure to meet you." The sheik then notices Kimberly Greenstein, who dances in pain as the wasp continues to drive his stinger into the soft flesh of her ass.

"Harold, my friend. Can that by your lovely daughter?" he asks.

"It is indeed, Fouad. I'm donating her to the gift exchange."

"Wonderful! Perhaps, inshallah, I'll be fortunate enough to win her. I'm putting together a team of Jewish pony-girls and your little filly would be a wonderful addition."

"Well, best of luck," says Greenstein. "A year in your stable is just what the cunt needs to knock some of the haughtiness out of her. Tell me, my friend, are you still mating your stallions to your pony girls?"

"I am, indeed," replies al Kabir. After I weary of them and the men on my staff have used them, I let my horses fuck them."

"If you are fortunate enough to get Kimberly, be sure to send me a video of her being raped by one of your horses."

"Of course, my friend," says the sheik who then returns to the sled to get his large bag of gifts. As he and his friends and their slaves enter Thanatos Manor, young Ali whips the girls into a trot and guides them to the stables behind the large mansion.

Upon entering the group is greeted by Alex Potemko, the current president of the Thanatos Society.

"Welcome to Thanatos Manor," he says as he shakes the men's hands and kisses each both women on the cheek. "It's wonderful to know that our common interest can bring Christian, Jew and Muslim together in friendship. But to quote the Marquis, "I can forgive man everything except his invention of God."

Noticing the two slaves, Potemko, suggests that they be taken to a large room beside the banquet hall where all the other gifts are being displayed. Michael takes Christine and Harold takes his daughter, Kimberly, down the broad hallway to the "gift room". The sight of the various gifts astonishes both men. Attendants approach and take the two slaves. Several other members of the Thanatos Society are in the room, examining the gifts. Kimberly and Christine are chained by the neck to rings in the walls of the rooms. There are a dozen other living gifts chained to the wall. Most are young girls. Michael's attention is drawn to a pair of identical twins. Their owner has altered these diminutive naked beauties. Their barely formed breasts have been pumped with silicon so that each one has 34E jugs.

As well has live gifts, there are many other Christmas presents on display. Stephen, who has joined his brother, walks to a large table to look at some of the smaller gifts. His attention is drawn to an exquisitely wrought set of wrist and ankle manacles with a matching collar. On closer examination, Stephen sees that the insides of the silver devices are covered with thousands of tiny pins that would cut cruelly into the flesh of whoever was unfortunate enough to wear them. The table is covered with dozens of instruments of torture. There are whips, pincers and branding irons and sets of barbed needles. In addition, there are such modern toys as electrically charged nipple and clitty clamps, battery operated spiked dildoes and cattle prods with detachable tips. On the floor beside the table is a modern rack. This stainless steel device is operated by electric motors, taking much of the work out of popping the shoulders and hips of hapless slaves.

Stephen notices on the table several gift certificates for the services of a professional torture master.

While the others continue to look at the gifts, Michael is talking to Kimberly. As she stands trembling against the wall, he casually plucks at the cord connecting her fishhooked nipples to her nose ring. "I really hope I'm fortunate enough to draw you as my Christmas gift, Kimberly" he whispers softly. Her pain-filled eyes widen in horror. "I've always wanted to fuck your brains out, but you've been off limits. Happy to see that's no longer the case. After my friends and I have tired of fucking you, I intend to turn you into the family's toilet slave. You've always behaved like your shit tasted like ice cream. Perhaps you'll have a chance to find out if ours does too."

Emily Greenstein interrupts Michael and the others to remind them that the Christmas Pageant is about to begin in the Theater of Pain and that they should hurry if they want good seats.

------------ to be continued.