Ivy didn't understand what Gloria was talking about. How could she possibly eat the same meal again and again? Even if they put food in her coffin, her bonds would make it impossible for her to get it.

Gloria dips the narrow plastic tubes fastened to the two small hoses into the bowl of thick red liquid. She makes sure that the entire surfaces of both tubes are covered.

Oksana and Lara are kneeling at either side of the box. Each girl spreads Ivy's ass, revealing her butt hole.

Gloria bends over and pushes the thicker tube into Ivy's ass.

The poor girl wails.

"Oh yes, I should have told you that I coated the tubes with hot pepper and itching sauce," Gloria reveals.

The two Russian slaves now pry open Ivy's cunt. Again working quickly, Gloria places the tip of the thinnest tube into the opening of Ivy's urethra. Ivy howls like a wounded animal as the burning plastic is forced into her tender canal.

Gloria takes advantage of Ivy's cries of pain by shoving the wide plastic tube at the other end of the hose into the fourteen year-old's open mouth.

Lara and Oksana work to fasten the collar around the plastic tube to the mouthpiece of Ivy's bondage helmet. When they are finished there is no way that Ivy can spit out the plastic tube.

Gloria stands up to admire her handiwork.

Poor Ivy is bent in two at the waist and held in place by heavy chains around her wrists and ankles. Cruel rubber studs dig into her back which supports her entire weight. Her pelvis is bent so far that Ivy can see the ghastly tubes in both her ass and cunt.

"We're almost finished, Ivy," announces Gloria. "Oh by the way, if you think that you can keep from shitting for four days, you are sorely mistaken. You see, we laced your bowl of All-Bran with laxatives."

Ivy's ass and cunt are on fire, but Gloria isn't finished. She orders her Russian slaves to hold open Ivy's cunt again. They do so and the cruel woman slides a large yellow dildo deep into the unfortunate teen's vagina.

She twists the end of the artificial cock and four metal studs snap out of the side of the dildo's head and anchor themselves in Ivy's cunt flesh. No matter how much she wriggles and squeezes, she will not be able to expel it.

Gloria then flicks one of two switches at the base of the thick cock. The entire dildo begins to vibrate.

"The batteries in that fake dick should last for your entire trip." Says Gloria.

She flips a second switch and the hollow tip of the dildo releases a small stream of burning pepper sauce onto her tender cunt tissue.

"The pump in your new toy will squirt a shot of hot sauce into you every hour. That way you won't get bored," Gloria laughs. "Because your pretty pelvis is inverted, the hot sauce will flow down towards the opening of your cunt. By tomorrow the entire lining of your vagina will be a mass of itching, burning hot meat.

While she is speaking Oksana and Lara carry the lid of the box and rest it on the floor.

"Before we seal your 'coffin', there's just one or two more things to do, " announces Gloria. "But before we do it I just want to say what a pleasure it's been having you as a guest here at Thanatos Manor. You're a special meat doll. Your high pain threshold will allow your new owner to do things to you that he wouldn't be able to do to his other slaves. Perhaps we'll meet again. If we don't, just take comfort in the knowledge that I'll pray to Satan every night for you to suffer the torments of hell.

"Now, just in case you get lonely during your trip your new owner has instructed that you travel with some friends. Girls introduce Ivy to her travelling companions."

A naked Russian slave stands at each side of Ivy's coffin. Each holds a large plastic container. Ivy is in so much pain that her eyes are constantly tearing so she has to blink several times to clear up her vision.

Lara tips her container so that its contents fall onto Ivy's upturned bum. Hundreds of large cockroaches land on her butt and scurried over her body. It is now Oksana's turn. The beautiful teen dumps her container of banana slugs onto Ivy's naked chest. Close to fifty ten-inch long slugs begin their slimy journey over her torso, arms and legs.

Lara and her sister then snap the rubber disks over Ivy's eyeholes so that she is completely blind. She can't see but she can feel the slugs crawling over her breasts and belly while the feet of the cockroaches tickle the flesh of her bum and legs.

Lara kneels beside the coffin and places a Sony Discman on the floor beside Ivy's head. The Discman is connected to an external battery back. She then fits headphones snugly over the bound teen's ears.

Gloria continues. "Ivy, your parents informed me that you like music. Your mother says that your favourite artist is Britney Spears. Well as a special treat we've programmed a Discman to play "I'm a Slave to You" over and over until you arrive at the Bordello.

The dominatrix nods at Lara who switches the Discman on. The opening bars of the song floods loudly into Ivy's head, deafening her.

She can't see or hear the twins place the lid on the coffin but she can feel the vibrations as they nail it into place.

Ivy's cramped body lay twisted in the coffin as it begins its long journey to the Russian capital.

Despite her burning cunt and ass and her cramping muscles she can feel the crate being moved.

Several jolts tell her that her crate had been thrown into the back of a truck.

After a bumpy ride she sensed that the truck stops. Soon the crate that is her prison is loaded onto a freight car. Her long rail journey has begun.

After an hour in the box, Ivy has to pee. For another hour she tries to suppress this urge but eventually she gives in. Her own warm piss floods her mouth. She gags but cannot spit it out. She is forced to swallow it.

The slugs and roaches continue to range freely over her body.

Several hours later, despite her best efforts, Ivy is forced to move her bowels. She shits. Because her bowels have been moved by a laxative, her faecal matter is loose and flows freely our of her ass tube, down the hose and fills her mouth. She gags and vomits but the puke has nowhere to go but back up the mouth tube and back into her mouth.

For two days she recycles her own shit and piss. By the third day, she is becoming dehydrated. Now her shit is thicker. She is pleasantly surprized to see that when releases her bowels the shit doesn't flow down the tube. Perhaps "pleasant" is the wrong word as by now her entire vagina feels like it's on fire and the vibrating dildo continues to ejaculate hot, itching liquid into her.

During the third day a large banana slug crawls across Ivy's mask. It passes directly over the nose-holes that are the unfortunate teen's only means of breathing. Ivy panics as slime from the mollusc's body fills her nostrils. The slug travels so slowly that Ivy almost blacks out from lack of oxygen. At last the slimy creature slides away allowing the teen to breathe.

By the fourth day of her trip she is tormented by a variant of her shit-meals. Now when she empties her bowel and fills her ass-tube with her turds, the new excrement pushes what already is in the tube into her mouth much like toothpaste when one gently squeeze its tube.

Pain alone keeps poor Ivy conscious. Her back hurts. Her wrists and ankles are chafed raw by the iron manacles. Her leg muscles are in a continuous locked spasm and her stomach is constantly cramping. Meanwhile the burning of her urethra, cunt and ass has not abated at all. She no longer notices the cockroaches or slugs. If the pain doesn't unhinge her mind the endless repetition of the Britney Spears song will.

She barely notices when her crate is transferred from a rail car to a truck. Nor does she sense that the crate has stopped moving.

She has arrived at her destination.