"Well dear, I must leave you now," announces the old woman. "We might meet again someday, but I doubt it. So let me leave you with a few words of advice."

The trembling, bleeding teen stares at her grandmother.

"Until today, my dear, life for you was easy. Well, in the past few hours you've learned that life can be hard. For you it will be especially hard. You must remember that you are nothing more than the property of your owner. You have no rights and should expect no mercy. If you are lucky, you will be dead in a few months. More likely, though, you can expect to spend many years as a sex-slave. While you remain young and pretty, your owner will probably do no pemanent physical damage to you. If you're "lucky" he will likely use you for the pleasure of himself and his close associates. However, as you get older and the blush of youth fades, your ordeals will grow in severity. Here's some advice. Learn to obey. No matter what you are ordered to do, do it. Fuck when you're told to fuck and suck when you're told to suck. If your master orders you to spread your legs for his dogs, do it without hesitation."

Tears well up in Ivy's. "Please Granny, why are they doing this to me? I want to go home!"

Ignoring her, the old woman continues.

"If your master orders you to clean out a horse's stall with your mouth, do it. If he wants to use your tongue for toilet paper, do not resist. If you do, you may be sent back here to the Manor where you will suffer a fate more horrible than you can ever imagine. It will make what you are going through today seem like a Saturday afternoon at the Mall.

"Now give your Granny a goodbye kiss."

The old woman leans forward and embraces her the shivering teenaged beauty. This time, however, instead of the grandmotherly peck on the cheek that she was used to, Ivy finds Granny planting a wet kiss on her mouth. She struggles to break free as the old woman pushes her tongue over Ivy's lips and into her soft mouth. The teen is shocked and humiliated by this French kiss. Granny continues to insinuate her tongue into her grand daughter's mouth while her gnarled hands rove over the teen's bloody buttocks.

After what seems like an eternity, the old woman breaks her embrace.

"Oh dear," she remarks. I've got your blood all over my nice dress. Oh well, It'll wash out."

Without another word, she leaves.

John now addresses the small group of people who wait quietly to inspect Ivy.

"Before we continue I beg your patience a little longer while we make this little meat-puppet more presentable."

Otto holds Ivy while John retrieves a bucket of soapy water in which floats a large sponge. With little ceremony, he removes her now bloody garter belt and begins to wash down her body. Soon both sponge and suds are tinged pink with Ivy's blood.

Ivy begins to tremble even more for the solution in the bucket is icy cold yet burns horribly.

"Oh, please stop!" she begs.

"I'm almost finished, slut. It burns because there is alum in the water to stop the bleeding," growls the leather-clad giant.

Dropping the sponge into the bucket he goes to the table and picks up the styptic dildo.

Ivy remembers the agony of that tool and tries futilely to squirm out of Otto's iron grip.

Without hesitation John kneels down, spreads open Ivy's cunt with two fingers of one hand and slides the dildo into her bruised girl-flesh.

Ivy squeals and struggles even more but cannot expel the fiery plastic cock. After a minute, John pulls it out. Her cunt is no longer bleeding.

John uses the sponge one last time to wipe the last rivulets of blood from Ivy's inner thighs.

Ivy is now clean. Her whorish make-up has been washed off and she is restored to the model of youthful innocence. Even her ruby red nipples appear more naturally pink and the itching and burning has stopped.

John refastens the ankle manacle to Ivy so that once more, she is chained to the ring bolted to the floor.

Otto signals to the next man who has been waiting patiently to inspect the girl.