"Look what they've done to you," continues Granny. "Here let me unlace these horrible leather things and free your arms."

Grandma turns the youngster around and expertly loosens the laces of her bondage sleeves.

As soon as her arms are free, Ivy turns and throws them around her granny's plump form.

"Thank you, thank you Gram," she sobs.

The old woman continues to comfort the teen. "Oh Ivy, it must have been a nightmare to have your parents to do those unspeakable things to you. I can't believe it."

Ivy is too relieved to wonder how Granny had found her and why she had not been stopped by anyone in the Manor. Both Otto and John stand passively by while the woman comforts her.

Grandma glares at Otto. "You there," she orders. "Take that chain off the poor girl's ankle. Then go get me a robe to cover her nakedness."

Otto quickly releases Ivy from the ankle manacle and leaves to get a robe.

"There now," she smiles. "You'll be right as rain in a few minutes. Oh by the way. You must be famished. I just happen to have brought some cookies that I made yesterday."

Ivy remembers the wonderful smells of her grandma's kitchen on the weekends when she stayed over at the old woman's neighboring estate. The old dear always was baking bread and pastries. Her speciality was wonderful oatmeal raisin cookies - the teen's favourite. Many were the rainy afternoons when Ivy would visit grandma and help her bake those delectable treats.

Just when she had lost hope, it has returned with her grandma.

Grandmother opens the shoulder bag she had been carrying and takes out a clear plastic baggy. She opens it and places a cookie into her granddaughter's mouth. Comfort Food. The ravenous teen bites it in half and begins chewing. Something is wrong. The melt-in-your-mouth sweetness she had been expecting is replaced by a bitter taste. Puzzled, Ivy looks closely at the remaining half of the cookie in her granny's hand.

Her grandmother eyes harden and she smiles at her coldly and says, "You may be wondering why the raisins in these cookies have wings and legs. Well, now that you are property of the Thanatos Society, I felt you'd better get used to your new diet. So I replaced the raisins with dead houseflies. I also mixed a half-cup of dog shit into the batter. Now eat up."

Ivy leaps back in shock. Not Granny too!

John returns to Ivy and grab her firmly by the shoulders.

Granny walks up to Ivy and holds the rest of the first cookie to her granddaughter's lips.

"Eat, my dear." She orders.

John cruelly twists her arm behind her back until Ivy open her mouth. Granny lays the cookie on her tongue. The innocent victim begins to chew but the vile flavour and texture are too much for her. Her stomach heaves and she vomits its contents onto the floor.

"You bitch!" cries Granny. "John, make her clean it up."

Once again, Ivy is forced to her knees. Her face pushed toward the mess on the floor. She is horrified. Crumbled cookie pieces speckled with chewed flies and shit are flecked with Norm Green's sperm. She even recognizes Otto's phlegm wad. The whole concoction is soaked in her stomach juices and piss. Ivy swallows and vomits.swallows and vomits. swallows and vomits until she finally keeps the noxious sludge down.

She is finally allowed to stand up. John holds her by the scruff of her neck.

Granny continues to smile at Ivy. "You little fool. Do you actually believe that I'd be permitted to waltz in here and whisk you away? No dear, I'm here at the request of the management of the Manor. I've been asked to use my special talents to determine scientifically how much pain you can endure."

She orders John to prepare the girl.

He continues to hold her still while Otto returns, not with a robe but with a large rectangular frame, similar to the one Ivy had been bound to while her child-whore make-up was applied. This apparatus is on a heavy, wheeled cart and is affixed at its sides to pillars that allow the frame to turn a complete 360 degree circle so that Ivy can be suspended with her head up and her feet down, or her feet up and her head down.

John removes Ivy's stockings but not her garter belt before he and Otto attach her by her wrists and ankles to manacles in the four inside corners of the iron frame. Once again her legs are spread wide, exposing her naked vagina.

Ivy hangs suspended as tight as a guitar string. She can only move her head.

John now goes off and returns in a few moments pushing wheeled table. It contains two shelves. On the top shelf is a closed leather case and a syringe filled with a cloudy yellow liquid. The only other thing on the top shelf is a black box with a large dial in its center. A thick, black electric cable emerges from one end of the box and leads to a connector which links the machine to a series of three car batteries resting on the table's lower shelf. The opposite end of the machine has an opening form which sprout a veritable bouquet of long, thin wires. The end of each wire is tipped with a tiny alligator clip.

Grandma picks up the hypodermic syringe and addresses Ivy.

"As I said before, I've been asked to demonstrate to your potential buyers how much pain you can stand. Until now your experience with pain has been relatively mild. Granted a spiked, chilli-soaked dildo in your vagina and a cattle prod up your ass hurts. However, we've yet to determine in a scientific way how much you can take and what parts of your body are most sensitive. In order to find out every meat-puppet who falls into our clutches is given the Thanatos Society Pain Threshold Test. I'm proud to say that I was instrumental in its development. Now let's begin.

"This syringe contains a special stimulant created in the laboratories of the Society. It will heighten your nerve ending's response to stimulation. It will also prevent you from fainting."

In a business-like manner, the old woman drives the long needle into her granddaughter's abdomen. She pushes the plunger flooding Ivy with the stimulant.

Ivy screams with pain.

"Now we have to wait a few minutes for the chemical to take effect," says Grandma. "While we wait, I'll show you some of my tools."