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Subject: {ASSM} Innocence Betrayed, Part 2 (FFFM/f. n/c, teen, tort, humil, scat
Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2000 22:10:15 -0400
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INNOCENCE BETRAYED (Part 2)
By Cerberus
WARNING: This is a fictional story of an innocent young teenager's
descent into the hellish world of sexual slavery. It contains scenes of
brutal abuse. If you find this offensive or if you cannot tell the
difference between fiction and fact, read no further.
(Send any comments, criticism or suggestions for a sequel to
quixote48@hotmail.com where they will then be forwarded to the author.)
The story so far.... Fourteen year-old Ivy has been brought to Thanatos
Manor by her parents who rape, torture and humiliate her to the delight of
members of the Thanatos Society. She is now to be auctioned off to the
highest bidder.
Ivy, still naked but for the steel manacles which roughly encircle her
fragile wrists and slim ankles, is escorted out of the dungeon and into a
small elevator. Oksana presses the button for the basement and in a moment
the three beautiful teenagers step out into a tiny foyer. Waiting to greet
them is a tall, woman dressed entirely in a tight black leather body
stocking. She carries a riding crop in one hand.
"Stand to attention!" she orders as she theatrically slaps the crop
against the side of her shining black jack-boot.
The nude Russian twins immediately obey while Ivy stands trembling in
shocked confusion between them.
Addressing Ivy, the woman says, "You will have to learn how to stand to
attention. Look at Oksana and do as she does."
Ivy looks at the blonde beauty. She is standing with her legs straight,
feet spread to shoulder width. Her back is arched slightly so that her
small, still developing breasts are thrust out proudly. Finally, her hands
are held behind her head with her fingers interlocked and her elbows in
line with her shoulders.
Ivy quickly stands to attention. Tears slowly flow from her eyes and
she tries to suppress her sobs as the cruel looking woman inspects her.
"I am Mistress Gloria," the strange woman says. "It is my job to
prepare you for the auction."
Gloria slowly walks around the trio of teenage captives.
"Considering what you've just gone through, my dear Ivy. You look
remarkably good," she remarks.
Indeed she is right. The fourteen year-old's alabaster skin remains
unblemished. Her willowy, slim-legged body, with its small but perfect
breasts and gorgeous, tight behind give little evidence of the horror and
humiliation she has been through.
However, Mistress Gloria knows that, despite her appearance of well
being, Ivy is in agony. Her muscles ache from her prolonged bondage in the
dungeon. Her jaws and throat hurt from the assault of her father's cock.
Worse than the physical pain is the dawning realization taking root in
the exhausted fourteen year-old beauty's mind that this is no nightmare
from which she will soon awaken. Her confused despair grows by the minute.
Her mother's parting words echo mockingly in her ears:
"Your father and I never loved you. As far as we are concerned you are
just meat. We both wish you a short and pain filled life."
The older woman stands in front of her and gently touches her riding
crop to the raven-haired girl's tender cunt lips.
Ivy gasps in pain and her thoughts return to the present.
"Yes," Gloria smiles. "I imagine your vagina is very sore. I can see
that your labia is red and chafed. In fact, the whole interior of your
cunt must be one large, abraded bruise. Little wonder, considering your
three-hour ordeal with a spiked dildo twice the size of your father's cock
locked tightly into your cunt."
The cruel mistress grins pleasantly as a thin rivulet of blood slowly
leaks over her crop and down the inside of Ivy's left thigh. She withdraws
it and brings its bloody tip to Ivy's face. Slowly she rubs the blood over
the teenager's lips.
Ivy moans as she tastes the salty flavor of her own blood. She still
has difficulty believing that her once-loving parents have abandoned her to
this hellish world. She prays to herself that this is only a nightmare
from which she will soon awaken. However, deep inside she knows that she
is indeed in a nightmare, but it is one from which she will never awaken.
Mistress Gloria tells the three teens to follow her.
They walk into a small room. There is a videocamera mounted in one wall
and a small table in the center. At the table is a single heavy wooden
chair.
Gloria tells Ivy to sit down. As the young captive walks closer to the
chair she notices that the seat of the chair is covered with hundreds of
dull metal studs.
Reluctantly Ivy sits down. The chair has long legs and the teenager's
feet do not touch the floor.
"Make her comfortable," the woman orders the two Russian slaves.
Immediately Lara and Oksana tie Ivy's knee to the base of the chair's
arm rests. This leaves Ivy sitting with all her weight on the studded
seat. Her legs are spread wide, exposing her crotch. Moreover, she cannot
lessen the pressure on her bum by pressing her arms down on the armrests
for they are covered with sharp needles.
Ignoring her obvious discomfort, Mistress Gloria says to Ivy, "You must
be famished. I'm going to let you have a proper breakfast. I know that it
is already the afternoon but you really haven't had a decent meal since you
arrived here last night.
"I watched your parents feed you that sperm snack earlier this morning.
While it was nourishing, I doubt it was filling.
"Now your mother told us that your favorite breakfast is blueberry
pancakes and sausages and that is what we've prepared for you."
While she was talking, Lara had left the small room only to return with
a tray containing a large, deep, plate on which rests a stack of fluffy
pancakes and three large pork sausages. A large glass half-filled with
milk rests beside the platter.
Lara places the food in front of Ivy and lays a plastic knife and fork
beside the plate.
Despite her discomfort, Ivy is starving and the food smells delicious.
She immediately picks up the implements and begins eating.
While she eats Mistress Gloria leans against a wall while Oksana and
Lara kneel on either side of her, awaiting instructions.
The food tastes as good as it smells and Ivy continues to eat. However
as she chews her pancake she is surprised by the bitter taste of the
blueberries and by the fact that the berries are crunchy. Ivy swallows and
looks more closely at the remaining pancakes on her plate. She almost
heaves. There are no blueberries in them. Instead they have been
liberally laced with large, blue houseflies!
Mistress Gloria laughs. "Blueberries are out of season in this part of
the world, besides, bluebottles contain more protein. Continue eating."
The poor girl reluctantly resumes her meal.
After a few moments an obscenely fat man wearing a chef's outfit walks
into the room. Another man holding a video camera follows him.
Standing across the table from Ivy he smiles and says, "You must be
Ivy." He leers at the naked teen. "I see you enjoy my cooking."
Ivy stops eating. She blushes at the humiliation of being tied to the
chair in such an exposed manner.
Chef licks his greasy lips and continues, "Your mother told me that you
like maple syrup on your pancakes and ketchup on your sausages.
Unfortunately, we have neither to offer you. Nonetheless I think we can
make do with what we've got."
While he was talking, the fat pig-like cook walked around the table to
stand beside the bound teen. He reaches down and picks up one of Ivy's
sausages. Holding it delicately between his fat thumb and forefinger he
bends down and rubs it against her bruised cunt lips.
Ivy moans with shame as the warm, greasy meat scrapes against her raw
vagina. In a few seconds, her blood glistens on the meat.
The cameraman captures the chef as he removes the sausage from between
Ivy's legs and rests one bloody end against her lips.
"Eat!" he ordered.
Unwillingly, Ivy opens her mouth and bites off the end of the sausage.
Its smoky flavor now enhanced by the brackish taste of her blood.
The chef laughs loudly as he returns to stand opposite Ivy.
"Now, I have no maple syrup for your pancakes" he continues. "Maybe
this will do instead."
Ivy watches him unzip his fly and knows what he is about to do.
"No. Please don't!" she pleads.
The fat man ignores her as he pulls his grimy cock out of his pants and
points it at her plate of food. He groans with pleasure as he unleashes a
foul stream of hot piss onto her pancakes and sausages.
Ivy gasps and tries to lean back as far as possible on her chair as the
urine splatters onto her plate. Some of the acrid liquid splashes onto her
face and breasts.
Before he finishes peeing, Chef reaches over and picks up Ivy's glass of
milk. He holds it under his cock and fills it to the brim before returning
it to the table.
Finished peeing at last, the chef puts his dick back, zips up his fly
and says "Bon appetit" before leaving.
Ivy stares mutely at her food. The pancakes and sausages are soaked in
piss. In fact they are sitting in a puddle of yellow urine. To make
matters even worse, Ivy's chest is splattered with piss. A small drop of
the fat chef's urine hangs momentarily from her left nipple before it drops
onto her thigh.
Her meal is ruined. It smells awful. Despite her almost empty stomach,
Ivy has lost her appetite.
"Finish eating," orders Mistress Gloria.
"I can't," Ivy sobs.
"If you don't eat what's in front of you, Chef will return and force you
to eat a plate of his shit."
With great reluctance, Ivy picks up her fork and cuts off a piece of
piss-soaked pancake. She puts it into her mouth and gags at its fetid
taste, but remembering Gloria's threat, she manages to swallow it.
She picks up her glass of milk. It is no longer cold, having been
warmed up by the cook's urine. She tries not to breathe through her nose
as she swallows the loathsome solution.
It takes half an hour, but Ivy manages to clean her plate.
She sits exhausted trying to suppress the dry heaves that assault her
stomach.
Mistress Gloria orders Oksana to untie Ivy while Lara returns the empty
plate and glass to the kitchen.
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