"Eat it," he orders.

Ivy wants to spit the nipple out but is beginning to learn that at Thanatos Manor disobedience results in even more horrible punishment. The nipple is too large to swallow whole so Ivy is forced to chew it up before she gulps it down.

Her stomach heaves with revulsion but she manages to keep from vomiting.

"You seem to have enjoyed that tender morsel," remarks Uncle Edward. "I must try some myself."

He shoves two fingers into Ivy's cunt and pulls out his dead daughter's pink nubbin. "Just keeping it warm," he jokes. He then pops it into his mouth and begins to chew.

":MMmm.mm! Delicious!" he says. "I really hope that my bid for you is successful. Once you're mine I'll eat your nipples too. Only I'll cook them while they're still part of your lovely breasts."

As he leaves to submit his bid, Uncle Edward tells Master Saunders that he can give Linda's corpse to the chefs of Thanatos Manor to make into sausages for the slaves who are kept on the property.

After her uncle has gone, Ivy is once again suspended from the wheeled metal frame so that Otto and John can wash the blood off of her body and make her ready for the final bidder.

After she has been washed clean Otto spreads baby oil over every inch of her body so that her flawless skin glistens under the bright lights of the Manor.

While Otto cleans her, one member of the staff wheels away the bloody table containing the remains of her cousin while another washes the blood from the floor.

Otto releases Ivy from the cleaning frame. Ivy steps down from apparatus. Unfortunately for her the bottoms of her bare feet are coated with baby oil and her foot slips out from under her. Before she hits the hard floor Otto grabs her by the arm and steadies her. He tightly grips her elbow while they await the arrival of the mysterious Master Grimaldi.

Ivy no longer struggles or attempts to escape. She knows that to do so is futile and will only result in further pain and degradation. So she stands quietly, her naked body glistening with oil. In a moment she can hear the tinkle of small bells. Several people whisper excitedly that Master Grimaldi and his entourage is coming.

In a moment the attention of all present in the foyer is drawn to an incredible sight emerging from one of the hallways that lead into the large room.

A tall man is being borne in on a sedan chair. Only this chair is unlike any Ivy has ever seen in books or movies. For one thing the "chair' is really an open platform. Master Grimaldi sits in the centre of this platform upon a padded bench. The bench has no legs. Instead a naked girl who kneels at each of its corners is holding it up. The girl's are not much older than Ivy. Supporting the large man must be very difficult for the teenagers are bathed in sweat. While each girl's arms and legs tremble with effort she dare not put down her burden as slender chains run from a ring in the bench to a similar ring in the nipple of each of her breasts. To drop or lower the bench would result in torn and bleeding breast meat.

As the procession draws near, Ivy can see that Master Grimaldi is indeed a giant of a man. His head is shaved but he wears a pointed beard. To Ivy he looks like the Devil. In his left had, he hold a short whip and in his right, a single handle attached to two bright red leather leashes. The end of one leash is fastened to the heavy spiked collar fitted to the neck a large Irish wolfhound. The huge dog sits quietly at his master's feet. A similar but smaller collar at the end of the second leash is tightly fastened around the neck of Grimaldi's other pet - a naked young girl. Ivy can see that the beautiful blond can't be much older than ten or eleven years of age. Only her nipples stick out from her nearly flat chest and her pubic mound is completely without hair. . She kneels beside the dog. The kneeling girl and the sitting dog are about the same height but it is apparent that the dog probably weighs twice as much as she does. Both the girl and the beast look straight ahead.

As the procession draws near, Ivy can see what is making the bell-like sounds.

Sixteen naked teenaged girls are carrying the platform upon which Master Grimaldi and his pets sit. The bizarre sedan "chair" rests on two long wooden rails. Four girls struggle to support each end of the rail. Like Grimaldi's pets and human bench supports, his bearers are naked. They appear to be in their mid to late teens as their breasts are fully developed and their cunts are shaved naked. A golden ring pierces the nipples and labia of each girl. A thin chain is attached to each nipple ring. The two chains are connected to a slightly larger ring that rests just above the navel of each slave. A single chain leads from that ring down through the cunt ring and up to a small eyebolt screwed into side of the wooden support rail. If a girl were to drop her burden her nipples and cunt lips would be torn open. A bizarre touch to this vehicle of pain is the fact that tiny bells hang from the nipple and cunt ring of each beautiful girl.

Soon the procession reaches the platform where Ivy is waiting. The sixteen girls drop to their knees and carefully lay their burden down. They cannot move, as they remain chained to the wooden rails.

Master Grimaldi stands up. The dog and girl on the leash get to their feet. Grimaldi is wearing black leather pants and a black silk shirt. He wears black boots similar to those worn by Ivy's parents when they raped and tortured her. Was it only last night that this nightmare began?

Grimaldi and his pets step off the platform and approach Ivy. He is well over six and a half feet in height and towers over the captive teen. He unfastens the leashes on both the wolfhound and the girl. The young slave stands meekly by while the dog approaches Ivy and begins to sniff her cunt. Ivy tries to back away but Otto holds her still. Grimaldi smiles.

"My hound likes the smell of young and bloody cunt," announces Grimaldi. He has a deep voice and speaks English with a cultured Italian accent.

He continues. "I watched the video of you being broken by your parents. It was broadcast up to my jet as I was flying here. I was impressed by the amount of pain you could endure without fainting. After what your parents did to you, your uterus must be bruised from your cunt lips to your cervix. I think you might make a delightful addition to my bevy of slaves."

As the Italian spoke his dog continues to bump his snout into Ivy's vagina. He makes loud snuffling sounds as he sniffs her girl flesh. Soon his large, wet tongue is lapping at the opening of the slit between her legs.

"If I buy you, one of your duties will be to 'look after' my dog Prince," Grimaldi declares. He points to the naked eleven-year-old. "Sally here is a little young to "look after" him properly."

Grimaldi looks over at John who is standing by and asks him and Otto to assist in a demonstration of the kind of care Ivy would be expected to give Prince.

"Sally, get Prince ready," he orders.