Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
An expert female spy, Aurelia, is sent to infiltrate a ring of slavery and save a colleague of her who had mysteriously disappeared in a previous mission. The operation brings Aurelia, tightly chained, to the land of Ashagen, a place where slavery, torture and sadism express themselves freely and with extreme creativity. Horrified, she discovers from the inside a society where horrible games, infamous experiments are imagined by the cruellest sadists of both sexes she has ever seen. Calling on the excellence of her training and skills, she tries to find her colleague and to leave this hell to reveal its existence to the rest of the world. But the longer she stays in Ashagen, the more she gets modified, in her body and in her mind. Will she succeed in escaping before being reduced to a wreck?
The story is set in a realistic contemporary environment. The heroin excels in many skills but this is entirely due to hard training and long practice. Magical powers and supernatural creatures have no part in this narrative.
This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities including, but not restricted to, torture, death, bondage, amputation, body modification, cannibalism, humiliation, nudity, racism and slavery. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!
No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.
This story was written as a collaborative game by Noemi Salvadge and Aurelie Catena. They wrote it in alternation, using the sharing technology behind Google Documents to intersperse their sentences as they wished. Aurelie wrote all the sentences related to the main heroin, the secret Agent Aurelia, her actions, her feelings and her thoughts. All the other characters as well as the world itself and the other events were conceived and written by Noemi.
This story is very long. At the moment of this writing, it has been continuing on a regular basis for five years and extends on 31 chapters, and it is not going to end soon. In spite of its length and collaborative nature, we feel that we have managed to stay on track and follow a logical and rhythmical progression. We hope that it will provide a good reading to those who relish this kind of extreme hallucinations.
None of the authors being a native speaker of English, and although we have made an extensive use of orthographic correctors, you will certainly stumble on quite a lot of barbarisms and awkward pieces of syntax. We apologise for those and hope that they will not too much detract our readers from enjoying our deviant ideas. For some chapters we benefited from the kind help from some native English speakers, who edited and improved our English very much. Credit will be given to them at the head of the concerned chapters.
We are going to continue to publish this story, chapter by chapter, whenever we have the time to satisfactorily editing them.
PART ONE – Voluntarily abducted
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Chapter I – Mission briefing
The pretty, middle-aged woman sat in the huge leather chair behind a wooden desk, smoking. She was wearing an elegant, dark outfit with high-heeled leather boots. She pointed to the chair in front of her and invited the entering woman:
"Take a seat, Agent Aurelia, it's so nice to meet you again."
Colonel Sharon Waffer was the chief of the department looking after missing persons on behalf of one of the government secret intelligence agencies. She was known as a very strict boss with long years of experience in the front-line of the Agency as undercover agent.
The young woman she was addressing walked to the seat as a panther would have done, in a supple and silent move. Her shiny, curly, auburn hair cascaded loosely down her back almost to her waist. She was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather outfit, which she used for night operations. It delineated perfectly her well-defined, toned muscles, her slender waist, her powerful legs and her proudly-jutting, firm breasts. She sat down and, without unnecessary talk, darted an attentive look of her green eyes at her superior, her eyebrows slightly lifted.
"Agent Aurelia. You were ordered to my office 'cause I need your extraordinary skills for solving a very subtle case. You are one of our most skilled and talented young agents, and this task requires a really special attendant. The complete file has already been transferred to your place so that after this briefing you will be able to read all the details we have at the moment." she said in a calm, slow voice. She lit another cigarette after having snuffed the previous one. She held the cigarette between her dark-red painted fingers and blew out the smoke.
"Our analysts have discovered that in the last years the number of missing persons increased dramatically. The fact itself attracted our attention, but there are some other factors that are even more intriguing. Actually, 99% of that increase is composed of women, mostly young women from developed countries like the USA or from the European Union. Even if more peoples are killed in Africa or thousands are missing after an earthquake in China, that doesn't matter. But the mysterious disappearance of wealthy females from rich societies is something we had to investigate. It seems our suspicions were correct: we discovered that a new slave-trading organization started operating about five years ago and during the years its slave hunting activity increased dramatically. They relate to it under the code-word "Ashagen". Please don't let any naivety fog your rationalism. We strongly believe that this organization is collecting and delivering sex slaves." Colonel Waffer stopped for a moment and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. Waffer was over 35 but she still looked like a model in the middle of her twenties. Blonde hair framed her face and her skin was almost spotless.
Aurelia nodded, her eyes remaining hard as steel. “I shall not, Madam. Please continue”.
"So far, we have never found any woman having escaped out of this organisation's claws. Either they are all killed or they are held in a totally escape-proof place. I've already put great effort into this case and we managed to infiltrate several agents into positions where they can collect useful information. Unfortunately the structure of the organization is diabolically clever. We only know a few satellite groups, charged with identifying and kidnapping the victims. So far we have been unable to follow their fate after they are taken-over by Ashagen itself. The local cells don't even know anything about the real bad-boys; those working for them are mainly jerk-water gangsters." Waffer took a deep blow from her cigarette and licked her red lips.
"I believe you already guess what your task will be. We have already lost two undercover agents with the same task. After they were taken over to Ashagen, we lost their trace and they haven't never reported back to us. But none of them was as good as you. I want you to play the role we created for you and investigate what's going on! Where is the base of their operations, how do they carry on the slave supply-chain and what is happening to the thousands of abductees. Understand?"
“Yes Madam! Ready for this mission!” answered Aurelia.
"Good. Maybe I don't need to tell you that most of the kidnapped women are young and beautiful. They come from a wide gamut of professions but the majority of them are living in the dark side. Prostitutes, strip dancers, porn-movie actresses. This kind of women usually have a ruined personal life, no relatives or anyone to care for them, so their disappearance makes no ripple. As I said, we know a couple of their head-hunter cells and know exactly what kind of role you have to play to be their next victim. We've already created your new identity: you'll be a poor, lonely girl arriving to a big city, pennyless and friendless. You'll apply for a strip-tease dancer job. You might spend there a couple of weeks before your abduction but no need to worry; we won't waste your and our time. You'll soon find yourself in the hands of the organisation, and your real mission will start then. The first agent we sent had microchips built in her body, functioning as radio and signal transmitters, but they didn't help. It seems Ashagen has the technology to filter out undercover cops. Accordingly, you won't have any high-tech stuff but will have to trust your own skills and experience. After discovering what's going on, you will report to us, giving all details including your location. Our best team will then extract you." Waffer finished her monologue and dropped the still glowing cigarette into the ashtray.
Aurelia’s eyes were sparkling. She could already feel the adrenaline running deliciously in her veins and was eager to meet action.
“Madam, may I ask you one question? Was Jessica one of the agents involved in this mission?”
Jessica was one of her younger colleagues, a personal friend she had induced to join the Agency and whom she had personally trained. She had not seen her in several months and rumour had it that she had disappeared on a mission. Of course, nothing had filtered out about the details, but Aurelia hoped she would be able to save her.
"Agent Aurelia, or can I say Aurelia Smith, desperate little chick in need of a job... all of your possible questions will be answered in the file waiting for you. The mission will start in 24 hours, so get ready! Please forgive me but I still have plenty of tasks to do before we can drop you into this mission. I wish you great hunting and order you to come back alive. Dismissed!" Colonel Waffer said and within a second she was focusing her entire attention on her computer screen.
Aurelia stood at attention, clacking the high heels of her black-leather boots, and, after a quick nod of the shin, she spun 180 degrees and strode to the door. Her mind was already churning over the case, composing the character she would have to play during the next weeks. She walked to the special agents’ quarters and entered her office, typing her personal code at the door. On her table the file was waiting for her. For the next two hours, she read the document thrice, engraving all details, all addresses, all pictures, all names in her formidable memory.
The file far was not as complete as she had hoped and the lack of information was a testimony of how few reliable data the Agency had collected about the details of the secret organization. Aurelia's fears regarding Jessica proved to be true. Her student was the first undercover agent to fall into the hands of Ashagen, the one who had been equipped with all types of hidden micro-technological devices. She was sent to the mission about three months ago. The place was a dirty, little town called Carrick City and her task was to join the local organization cell there. The cell was working in a night club called "Pink Butterfly" and Jessica was playing the role of the daughter of a wealthy businessman, who wanted to fulfil her wicked, lesbian desires in that place of satanic perversions. She could report back for two days before she mysteriously disappeared.
Jessica had contacted the boss of the bar, a woman in her forties called Trixie Wells. She had paid her to let her move around the bar and talk to the dancers. All dancers turned out to be prostitutes and following her role Jessica had paid large money for them to drop her some private parties in backrooms of the bar.
The role was obviously a real challenge and very difficult for a girl like Jessica, and her reports showed that she wanted to stall for time without having real sexual interaction with the girls. The Agency did not know if this factor was the cause of her fall or maybe any other problem occurred but after two days the Agency had lost her track.
Poor Jessica, thought Aurelia. She was not ready for this kind of demanding mission. Technically, she had finished her training, but this kind of cover asked for something more, something that could not be taught.
A photo was attached to the file showing Trixie Wells, a dark-haired woman with a strict face. As per Jessica's report Trixie was a lesbian too, who selected the dancers based on her own preferences. Trixie had two helping hands, two guys called Jake and Billy, who led the security guards in the bar and organized all the minor details of the business.
The second missing Agent was a man called Athis who had been sent to another location in Europe and whose mission was similar to Jessica's. As he had not reported back in the last six weeks he had likely failed too.
Aurelia's destination was the same place and same bar as Jessica. She would have to go to Carrick City, but with a quite different role. Aurelia would be allowed no high-tech devices on this mission and would have to rely entirely on her physical and mental abilities. That was not to scare her as she knew her training and her talent made her the perfect weapon. She used to say that she was like a blade: more dangerous when naked! Still she would need some props and equipment to enter her role. They had all been prepared for her and were gathered in an old, leather suitcase, dropped in her office as well. Kneeling, she opened it and glanced at the content. There was not much: cheap, slutty clothes, an ID card, a purse with low-end make-up and some money. In the bottom of the suitcase, neatly folded, was a less cheap outfit, which she would have to use for her strip-teaser interview. She slightly blushed at the sight of how revealing it was. She would really look like a whore wearing it.
The rest of the outfit was made of some kind of fish-net stockings that would cover her legs, body and arms, only leaving out her feet and hands. The whole stuff was black, sporting only a tiny triangle of cloth to hide the crotch and a narrow band to cover the breasts. The latter would barely cover Aurelia's areolae and nipples though. She also found a pair of elegant high-heel sandals, with thin little ankle- and toe straps, leaving the foot naked and steeply arched. She also found a bus ticket to Carrick City dated from tomorrow morning. She had just one night to rest before her mission begun. She better had to go home directly.
As she walked the corridors carrying the old suitcase, she nearly bumped into Karen, six feet of taut, defined muscles enclosed in a black lycra, sweaty outfit. Both women smiled at each other. Aurelia was obviously leaving for a mission and they both knew this kind of stuff could not be discussed. Still, Karen wished her good luck.
“I won’t need luck” answered Aurelia. “I’ll need all the training you gave me.”
“Strength and suppleness! That’s all you need to remember. Along with the dozen of atemi and parries I taught you!”
Aurelia smiled in return and, with a blink whispered “the naked blade! Don’t worry for me.” And with that, she departed.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter II - The bus to Carrick City
Aurelia had vainly looked for decent clothes to wear before leaving her apartment. She had finally settled for a pair of very short jeans hot pants – the kind which pressed deep into her firm ass crack and whose fringes stopped just bellow the point where her buttocks joined her thighs. It left all her long, muscular legs uncovered down to her feet. For the long journey, she found it preferable to the ultra-short mini-skirts that composed the rest of her wardrobe, in particular as the only underwear she had been allowed were very skimpy, or even crotchless, thongs. She did not want to pass the journey pulling down on the hemp of her skirt. Her chest was moulded in the least dirty tank top she had found. Still, its whiteness was dubious, there were a few pale yellowish spots and holes here and there, and it smelt of cold sweat. It was too sizes too small, stopping on her lower ribs and leaving a deep cleft in between her breasts. The suitcase contained no bra and thus she wore none. Not that her firm breasts needed any, but it would have prevented her dark nipples to push against the material of her top. For her feet, she had not much choice. There were only two pairs of shoes, both very high-heeled and full of straps. Being more used to walking in tennis shoes than in heels, and as those she found in the suitcase were particularly high, she had spent some time at home walking in them. It so desperately slow. But she knew it was part of her new persona and she add to bear with it. Looking at her image reflected in a window, she had to refrain from blushing. She looked like a real slut, a hot, sexy vamp totally deprived of self-respect. Even the heels participated in her degradation, forcing her to wiggle her butt like a whore. She cursed inwardly at the guy who had prepared her suitcase for this mission. He was probably laughing by now.
Aurelia climbed into the old bus, carrying her worn suitcase that held all she would be allowed to possess for the next weeks. She had to concentrate not to twist an ankle. The air smelled a mix of cold sweat and unwashed feet, imperfectly masked by the cheap perfume the driver had sprayed around during the refitting. She chose a seat near the back of the bus, next to a window. She immediately removed her sandals and massaged her aching feet and ankles.
The bus was crowded. Its two drivers would alternate at the steering wheel for more than 36 hours before the arrival to Carrick City. It was full of hopeless, older peoples in cheap clothes, who had lost their existence and put all their eggs in one basket. Some passengers were younger men who sought for challenge in the disreputable city and there were also a few young girls who looked nervous and startled.
Although more people came in before the bus departed, the black glare she directed at the newcomers diverted them from seating next to her. Thus, during the first leg of the voyage, she was able to relax and to rehearse in her head the all the points of the mission. She deliberately ignored the vicious looks the men darted at her exposed flesh and she closed her ears to their luscious comments.
Three hours after the start, the bus arrived to the first stop, allowing the voyagers to go to the restrooms and to buy a drink. More peoples joined company as well. The bus was filling fast. A black girl entered the bus. She was of the same age as Aurelia and looked probably as slutty as herself. She was wearing a black, sleeveless dress that did not go lower than her mid thighs. She walked in dirty tongs. But what shocked most in her looks were the dozens of piercings of all sizes and shapes that punctured her face. Countless bracelets ringed around her ankles and forearms, and each toe or finger was bearing at least one ring. Her head was totally devoid of hair. Not even her eyebrows were allowed to carry any.
Only a few seats remained free, most next to overweight, sweaty red-necks who were eying at the young girl with sluggish stares. The young Black walked down the aisle, desperately looking for a seat that would not put her directly into the hands of a dirty pervert. As she arrived by Aurelia and asked whether the seat was still unoccupied, the young spy could not find the cruelty to reject her. But as soon as the new voyager sat down, Aurelia regretted it. She smelled like if she had not seen a bath for the past month.
“Hi, I’m Jane! I gotta go to Carrick City. And you?”
Aurelia forced a smile on her face in spite of the foul breath that had come out of her neighbour’s mouth. She could not allow herself to be picky.
“Hi, I’m Aurelia. I’m going there too. Never gone before. Do you?”
Jane’s barbell-covered lips thinned as she smiled. “Sure. I’m living there since three years. Working in a tattoo parlor.”
For the next couple of hours, the two girls chatted. Aurelia managed to gather as much information as she could from the girl, while trying to be evasive about her own projects. She mainly told she was going there to find a job. In the middle of all Jane’s bratty speech, she collected some things that might prove useful later. At least it was a compensation for the atrocious smell that emanated from the young Black.
That’s how she learned that Carrick City was a smaller, dirty settlement at the threshold of the wasteland. With less than 150.000 citizens and a totally wrecked industrial district the town had no more opportunities for young people or investors. The government did its best to save the slowly retrograding community but their efforts finally turned the wrong way. After the legalization of certain gambling and other controversial entertainments, the city started to collect low-abiding people from all over the country and in 10 years Carrick City was known as one a most dangerous place, offering special services to all individuals whose desires couldn’t have been fulfilled anywhere else. Unlike Amsterdam or Las Vegas, the local security forces were unable to handle the situation and Carrick City became the paradise for fugitives and criminals who wanted to hide while having entertainment. Carrick City was crowded, dirty and full of narrow, sinister streets where hundreds of striptease bars, semi-legal casinos and illegal but publicly active brothels. The city attracted not only criminal minds but also lost souls who looked for their prosperity and hoped for a brighter future.
As they drove, the landscape became more and more desolated, turning slowly to a rocky desert, soiled with countless rusty car wrecks, old flat tires and bristling broken beer bottles. The heat began to soar outside, and as the bus air conditioning was broken, it got even hotter inside the vehicle. Everybody was soon sweating profusely.
During the night, Aurelia struggled to find a comfortable position to sleep, but she could not spread her legs and cramps kept waking her all along. The voyage seemed interminable, punctuated by stops every four hours. Aurelia was now disgusted by her own body odour. Her skin was greasy with sweat and her long hair locks were sticking to her face and shoulders. At least, she was acquiring the right smell for her job.
"Hey... Aurelia!" Jane whispered. That was the last night on the bus and almost everybody was sleeping. A group of punk-looking guys were listening at their awful music in their headsets, loudly enough to create an almost unbearable background noise.
"I can see how tired you are, especially the legs and feet of yours. Resting them in this tiny place for almost two days must be an inquisitional torture to them." she smiled. "I told you that beside tattoo and piercing business I also do massages, my clients enjoy a bit of pleasure after I have punctured their body." Jane smiled even wider and gestured invitingly.
"Come on, give me your peds, after twenty minutes of handiwork you will feel much comfortable, you won't regret it!"
Aurelia tried to hide her disgust at the idea of the filthy girl touching her. She could hardly refuse this proposition as she was probably herself quite filthy and smelly by now. She did not want to anger Jane, as she could need her help later. She forced a smile on her face and answered “Mmmh, why not? My feet and legs are aching.”
"Mmmmhhhh... let's see what we have here..." Jane murmured. She removed her finger rings and grabbed Aurelia's stinking toes. Jane's fingers were cold and strong, and within a minute Aurelia felt some real relief. The Black witch did her job well. She proved to be talented and experienced, teasing the sweat-covered toes and soles with expert hands. She pushed the right spots for easing the dumb pain and rolled her fingers over the tight tiny muscles to make them relaxed and refreshed. Progressively, her agile finger-pads moved from her toes to her soles, then to her ankles and from there began to move up her calves, kneading the tired muscles. After more massage, the Black girl's hands emboldened to move higher on the secret Agent's thighs. When they got too close to the crotch for Aurelia's comfort, she gently but firmly stopped them. Without saying a word, Jane moved back down the legs, continuing her languorous and relaxing massage. Without noticing it Aurelia drifted into sleep. Jane continued to massage her legs softly, looking how Aurelia's calm breathing was lifting her chest and pressing her nipples against her sweat-stained T-shirt.
When Aurelia woke up, almost six later, the sun was shining brightly. Her back was still against the window and her feet still in Jane's lap. The pierced girl was sleeping silently, her hands resting on her companion's legs. Aurelia carefully removed her feet from their nest and placed them back on the floor.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter III – At the Pink Butterfly
After 12 hours of travel Aurelia had to smell the awful odour of unwashed bodies, and after 24 hours she felt like she was reeking herself. When the bus finally arrived to Carrick City about noon and she got off, it felt like a true revival. She did her best to act like a helpless and doubtful runaway girl but in fact she was carefully analyzing the place. She said good bye to Jane, who dropped a quick kiss onto her cheek - making Aurelia almost retch from the awful smell - and handed her a business-card with every possible contact information of her tattoo saloon. The bus station was a huge asphalt square, radiating heat like a brasier. The place was desert, except for a few bad-looking drunk men sprawled on the benches and two taxis.
Aurelia did not want to remain for too long with such guys in her revealing outfit. Besides, she badly needed a shower and some rest. She waved to one of the taxi-drivers, a fat and sweaty man with a stained T-shirt, and within two minutes she was heading toward a nearby motel, which he has suggested her. At the headquarters, Aurelia had learnt the map of the district and she knew that the motel was not too far from the bar she was ordered to attend. She asked the driver to give her a quick tour around the motel so Aurelia could take a look at the entrance of the "Pink Butterfly Night Club". It was located at the cross of a wider street and a narrow alley. The time was about noon and Aurelia noticed that all the streets were empty. Nobody could seen around. From the cab, she could easily read the huge self-advertising bill above the entrance of the bar:
“Pink Butterfly! Hottest place ever! Our butterflies are all premium quality! Visit us! Open from dusk till dawn! Dancers are welcome. High salary, much fun!”
The motel was a dirty, two-level building about three kilometres away from the bar, with a small parking lot. When Aurelia entered the hall, a fat, smoking man looked at her from behind the reception desk.
"Good day, sweetie! We have a fucking hot day, her?"
“You betcha! I’m looking for a room. I’m expecting to stay here for some while.”
"So you want a room... what an unexpected request in a motel." he laughed like a hoarse dog to his own joke.
"You can have it. But! The price is 100$ per day and you also pay another 100$ for every... visitor. I believe it is correct."
“You don’t get me right. I’m not a whore. This room is only for sleeping.”
"Come on, honey! Every girl here has some visitors. I know all the tricks, running this place for nearly eight years! I can also send you some guests as you don't have yet your own customers. The cab-drivers know my place very well."
“I told you I am not a whore. I’m a dancer! I’m not going to bring anybody in my room!”
"Don't be stupid, sugar-cup! If you want to work on the streets that is much more dangerous! Hundreds of pimps are outside waiting for fresh meat, and once they find you on their territory, they won't be as gentle as me, you can bet! Those 100$ are not so much. In other places you might have to pay a higher price!"
“Did I say I was going to work on the streets? Are you deaf or stupid? I am a DANCER! Now give me a room or I go to another place!”
"Oh... as you want... if you really don't want to invite anybody to you room I might be really generous and give the room for 80$ per night. If you would be kind enough to me - you know what..." the man blinked at Aurelia and licked his fat, ugly lips " I would give you the room for 50$. I need only 30 minutes daily, that's all."
Aurelia lifted her eyes to the sky. She was not used to such behaviour, which was obviously attracted by her attire. She wondered if she should accept, to stick to her character. But she was not ready to go that far. Turning away towards the exit, she said over her shoulder “OK. I see you are really too dumb to understand. I’m going to the next Motel, bye!”
"Okay, virtuous girl. But do not forget my friendly offer when you run out of money! Here, take it, room 27, my best room!" he laughed again and dropped a key on the desk. "I want to get paid three days in advance, so that will be 250$."
“In my books, three times 80$ makes 240$...?”
"Wow, seems you have finished the elementary school! Okay, it's 240, enjoy your stay at Bob's Motel." He grinned like a rabid bulldog and scanned Aurelia's body up and down. Aurelia spun on her heels, offering the man a great sight of her barely-covered, firm butt, and left the reception.
She did not met anybody while she climbed the stairs and found the room 27. It was a medium-sized, dirty and even smelly dark room with only one large bed whose sheets were greyish, a wardrobe without doors and a small TV on a table. The bathroom was dirty with a shower and a flawed mirror. At least the water was warm. Five minutes had hardly passed when she heard something from the neighbour room: muffled talking and some low voice screaming.
"Move your butt you disgusting slut! For my bucks I want a real fucking!"
The rooms were not perfectly soundproof, but at least Aurelia had not had the feeling she was sharing her bed with her neighbours.
Her first action was to take a shower, to wash herself from all the dirt and odours accumulated during the journey. Once she was clean again, she called the Pink Butterfly, whose number she had learned by heart.
“Hello, this is Aurelia Smith calling. I’ve just arrived in Carrick City and I’m looking for a job. I heard you were looking for strip-teasers. I am a dancer and that’s something I could do.”
She was talking to a man, whose voice was quite pleasant but Aurelia could figure out some hidden threat behind his tone. In a few minutes she had managed to get an interview for the early evening.. This left her with a few hours to spare, which she spent sleeping to recover from the journey.
One hour before the appointed time, she woke up. She was facing a dilemma now. To get the job she would have to wear the fish-net outfit, but she could not resolve herself to walk three kilometres in it. Nor was it suitable to call a taxi. Finally, she decided to carry the outfit and shoes in a small bag, while she would walk in more “decent” clothes.
The more decent clothes turned out to be a very short mini-skirt and something like a strip of red canvas wrapped around her chest, barely covering her breasts. This was even more revealing than her previous clothes, but she could not decide herself to put back on her sweat-soaked journey outfit.
Walking three kilometres in the high-heeled sandals was a torture to her feet and calves. And she had to endure cat-calls and taps on the butt all along. She kept her mind focused on the mission to resist the urge to kick the nuts of all passer-by. Arrived at the bar, she was in sweat once again.
At the entrance of the 'Pink Butterfly' bar a very big, muscular guy was standing, wearing black jeans and a shirt, smoking his cigarette and moping on his own. Right before Aurelia two tourist men entered the door; the doorman opened it courteously without saying a word. When she approached the door, the guy raised his eyes and smiled like a bulldog.
"Good evening, lady! How can I help you?"
“I want to apply for a dancer’s job.”
"I see. In that case enter the stage door right over the corner, the password is rainbow." he replied, pointing at the narrow alley. She was there in ten seconds, facing a closed and plain iron door. A few knocks later, the door opened and a blonde, handsome, body-builder lad stared at her. She identified the man as Billy, he was Trixie Wells' right hand.
“Hello, my name is Aurelia Smith and I would like to apply for a dancer position.”
"Oh, come in, always good to greet new workmates. Dancers must sign in at the boss' office, you'll have your interview there. By the way, I believe you have perfect endowments for getting the job." he smiled brightly and blinked at Aurelia. "Before I forget, I'm Billy."
Aurelia returned him the smile and said “nice to meet you Billy.”
"Let me escort you there, the place is not an ancient labyrinth but some guests manage to go astray." He closed the door with a loud bang and led Aurelia through some narrow passages and stairs. Aurelia asked Billy for a one-second break and crossed directly to the ladies rooms to change into the fish-net suit and refresh herself before the interview.
"Wow... you're amazing!" whistled Billy when the girl finally left the ladies room in her new outfit. "The boss will surely be satisfied!"
They pushed a door with a name-plate saying 'Queen Trixie' and Aurelia found herself in a medium-sized room, looking like the office of a big company CEO. Right in front of Aurelia, a huge desk was standing with a monitor and a keyboard. Behind the desk, a woman she recognised as Trixie Wells was sitting in a huge, leather arm-chair. She was reading some papers together with another body-builder guy standing right beside her. Aurelia recognized him too: he was Jake, Trixie's other minion. Both of them looked up from their work.
'Ma'am, Jake, let me introduce you our newest applicant, the glamorous Aurelia!" Billy said, smiling wildly. Trixie dropped her pen and she looked at the girl with a stern expression.
„Hello! My name is Aurelia Smith. I called you earlier about a dancer job. Nice to meet you.” the secret Agent said.
Jake sidled to Billy and the two men started to whisper in low voice. Trixie nodded and flashed a short smile.
"You are welcome, Aurelia, we've been waiting for you. I must tell you are a real surprise! You're gorgeous and you know that, don't you?" she asked with a strange glimpse in her dark eyes.
„Why, thanks! I do my best to stay fit. It’s a good advantage in this kind of job” Aurelia jiggled.
"Your type of girls shouldn't be so modest! You seem to be a natural-born star, Aurelia. And if you really want to be a star you came to the right place. But..." she paused for a very long second and carefully inspected Aurelia's body again. "...you're not a star yet. And you must prove to me you have all the necessary qualities. All qualities, which mean we're talking not only about some ass-wiggling dance around a shiny pole." Trixie smiled and hinted towards the guys. From the corner of her eyes Aurelia could see the disappointment on their faces as Jake and Billy shuffled toward the door with teasing slowness. When the men had finally left the room and had closed the door behind them, Trixie turned to Aurelia again.
"In our small team of qualified dancers, some very womanlike skills are quite common. As we do not have dedicated staff for doing the make-ups the girls make it to each other. Of course a girl like you, a natural beauty with seemingly nice taste, surely knows the tricks and has experience, but this is a job interview and I must be sure that you’ll be able to join the team easily," Trixie explained while she walked around her desk and sat on its top right in front of Aurelia. "Your very first task is to show me your talent in treating my toes as they deserve," she continued while raising her legs and removing first her right then her left high-heels. Trixie was not wearing any stockings. Her legs were neatly shaved and her pretty feet were milky white, their nails yet unpainted. "You'll find the nail kit in that box on your right. As I’m curious not only about your skills but also about your taste, I'm going to leave the colour to your choice. Come on, girl, slide closer and start working, we don’t have all the night.” Trixie smiled, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia’s face.
Aurelia was not prepared to this kind of demand but she tried to do her best. She rummaged in the box and selected a bright red paint. Trixie’s feet where too low to allow her to paint her nails comfortably while standing and no chair was visible, apart from Trixie’s one, which she did not dare to use. Accordingly, she got on her knees in front of the table. She seized first the left foot in a firm hand and began to apply the red paint carefully. Although she was not used to this kind of exercise, her fingers were not trembling and her moves were precise. Once she had finished all the nails of the left foot, she blew softly on them to hasten the drying of the paint. Aurelia could not ignore Trixie's low voice giggles when her fingers stroked the toes, nor could she ignore the woman's suppressed moan when her lips got closer to the milky white toes and her hot breath tickled them. Aurelia did not lift her eyes from her work but she was sure of that Trixie was enjoying every moment of the nail-painting. Once Aurelia was comfortable with the dryness of her painting, she repeated the operation on the right foot. Finally, she stood up and looked at Trixie, hoping she would be satisfied with her job.
"Nice job, Aurelia... at this point I’m very satisfied" Trixie murmured, smiling at the girl. Her stern face looked much more attractive in that way. She let her toes dangling freely as the freshly coated polish was drying. "Now I want you to dance for me. At this point your future salary is 900$ per week, but you can still work it up higher. Much higher." Trixie pointed toward the empty place in the middle of the room with a shiny dancing pole going from the floor to the ceiling. With an expectant expression, she reached to her keyboard and pushed a button. A languorous melody immediately filled the room. "It’s your turn again, dancer girl! Let me fall in love with you!" Trixie blinked at Aurelia, it was obvious that she enjoyed the situation. Suppressed lust was burning in her dark eyes.
Aurelia was anxious now. She had never done this kind of work and had not had the time to train before this mission. Of course, she had already seen dancers in bars and she had had the time to gather some documentation on this topic during her short preparation, but it was all theoretical so far. Anyway, she was a quick-learner and most skills came to her very naturally.
She moved to the centre of the area and began dance in rhythm with the music. She started with a soft, honest wiggling of her hips, trying to get into the mood while peering at Trixie’s face from behind her long eyelashes, trying to determine was were her preference. Trixie's face showed joy, she was obviously impressed by Aurelia's performance, she even licked her lips as she was staring at the girl's shapely bottom and long, lean legs. The nearly transparent fish-net outfit Aurelia was wearing was actually helping her to get into the role and was also enhancing her appearance. In such a cloth, even a clumsy dancer would have looked sexy. And she was far from being clumsy.
She hip wiggling became more wanton and she began to undulate from toes to fingers, her proud breasts bouncing as she swung her torso and arched her back. Her head too was moving, sending her long hair flailing around her in wide arcs. As her moves became wilder, encouraged as she was by the expression of rapture she could see on Trixie’s face, she was glad she had trained a little bit with her high heels, as keeping her balance was getting more and more difficult. She used the pole to maintain her equilibrium, while rubbing her crotch up and down along it.
After 5 minutes of wild dancing, she was once again in sweat, her skin glistening in the low light. With her strength and combat training, she knew she could keep dancing like that for hours. At least if she had not been suffering from the severe arch of her soles imposed by the cruelly high heels. But by chance, Trixie stopped the music before the pain in her feet became visible.
"My dearest Aurelia.." Trixie whispered and was unable to tear her eyes from Aurelia’s shapely legs. "You are such a wonder. You are the greatest girl who entered this door lately. I am so heavenly happy to have you here... the job is already yours with a salary of 1400$ per week. You're a natural-born dancer, I haven't see anybody who could display her body in such an attractive way!" she went into raptures over Aurelia's performance. "The question is, if you want only a job or want to join this bar as a member of our happy family. I ask this not only because of the possible even higher salary but because of the opportunity to become not an employee but a friend of mine. My friends gain endless advantages, so take it under consideration, my love." Trixie told in a husky voice and while still sitting on the desk she reached under her skirt and started to peel off her panties. She let the black panties dangle from her freshly painted red toes and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. "You move like a panther, Aurelia, and cats love lapping milk. What about you? Do you like lapping too?" Trixie asked and opened her legs displaying her shaved, white pubic mound towards the girl.
Aurelia gasped. This was more than she was ready for. Actually, this whole mission was proving one of the most difficult she had ever done. She had already assumed the role of nuclear scientists, of enemy military officer, she had fought in humid, mosquito-infested jungles and sizzling hot deserts, but none of these missions had been so mentally and morally difficult than this one. She considered her options for a moment, unable to detach her eyes from the moist, glistening crotch turned towards her. She was a straight heterosexual and the sheer idea of getting near to another woman’s sex was making her stomach to twist. No, she was not ready to go so far. Not if she could avoid it.
“I’m sorry Madam, but I don’t feel yet intimate enough to go so far. I hope you understand…”
Trixie's face turned stern in a moment. Real hatred flashed in her dark eyes. Her face became a marble poker-face, but her eyes clearly showed the anger building up in her mind.
"Oh... sooo...." Trixie hissed and jumped on her freshly coated feet, she returned behind her desk.
Aurelia’s face got pale. She had not expected so strong a reaction. She hoped she had not just ruined her mission.
"I hope it won't last too long to feel intimate enough, Aurelia." she said in a chilly voice, and pushed a button. The door opened and the two guys peered inside before they walked in.
"Aurelia... " Trixie started "Billy will show you the dressing room and you'll meet the other girls there. Billy will also advise your schedule on the stage for tonight." she said. As the girl turned to the man, Trixie produced a small weapon looking like a kind of pistol.
Aurelia had not being expecting Trixie’s tricky attack. The hypodermic syringe entered her arm from behind. With a loud hiss, a drug was injected into her blood-stream before Aurelia could react. She spun around her axis and almost leaped at the widely-grinding woman, but all strength left her legs within a moment. She turned giddy and tottered as her vision blurred. Although Aurelia fought against the drug, she was unable to stand and fell. Trixie caught her limp body and laid her smoothly on the floor. Aurelia tried to regain her strength but she had totally lost the control of her body. She could dimly realize that Trixie had knelt by her and was gently kissing her lips.
“Now the mission really begins”, Aurelia thought as she felt the drug instilling deeper and deeper into her nerves. She was not expecting being captured so early. She had not even had the time to send a message to her hierarchy. She wondered how long it would take them to notice her disappearance. Not that it mattered much. She was alone now and could count only on herself to get out of this self-armed trap. Her limbs were feeling heavier and heavier and even it was increasingly difficult to keep her eyelids open. She concentrated all her remaining lucidity to display a scared-to-death look on her face.
„Sleep my dear, save your strength for what is coming. I wish I could keep you here as my personal slave, I have never ever met a beauty like you. I’m afraid I’m in love. Unfortunately your market price is too high to waste such an opportunity, my love. And as I desperately need money, I don’t have any other choice but to make you my most valuable piece of merchandise. You’ve arrived at the right time; we will have our business meeting this evening with our partners. Oh darling, you should have arrived a few days earlier, just to give me time to play with you. What a pity...” Those were the last word Aurelia could hear before she finally lost consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
When Aurelia finally awoke, she felt as if she had been kicked in the head by a horse. She felt sick, her eyes were aching and for long minutes her senses were confused beyond the reception of any stimulus. Her whole body was numb and she was unable to open her eyes. At least five minutes passed on the edge of consciousness before she could assess her environment. She was in a huge and dirty warehouse that was filled with empty carton boxes and broken pallets all around. Dim lights created a sinister atmosphere.
The most shaking surprise was that Aurelia saw the warehouse from an inverted angle. As her poising senses were slowly regained she realised that she was hanging in a very unpleasant upside-down position. Another strange sensation hit her in the heart when she realised that she was not only hanging but totally immobilized, unable to move neither her arms nor her legs. She raised her head to have a look at her body and was horrified by the sight. She found herself stark naked (not even a single ring or any other piece of jewellery had been left on her), tied to a metal frame that looked like one of those rolling garment rack used in shops. Aurelia's legs were spread wide and tied to the upper corners of the frame. Black, riveted leather straps were holding her ankles and covered her heels like a stirrup and the straps were fixed to the frame by short metallic chains. Due to her widely spread legs, her most intimate organ had become a spectacle as she could not hide her crotch. Her arms were tied in a similar fashion to the lower corners, the riveted leather straps cruelly tightened around her wrists and hurting like hell. Her long fingers were already throbbing and bluish because of the reduced blood-supply. Aurelia was stretched in an extremely humiliating X position on a garment rack, her forehead was just above the lower part of the frame so that her long, red mane was sweeping the dirty floor at the tiniest neck movement.
Her whole weight was supported by the straps tightened around her ankles, causing a growing pain. Her body was fully stretched, leaving little room to move. Her muscular limbs were perfectly delineated in this position. Her crotch, which was completely offered to the view thanks to her thighs being so far apart, was showing a thin, neatly-trimmed line of red hair. Her breasts were generous and proudly standing on her chest. The stretched position made her belly to stay sucked inwardly. She was stark naked like the day she was born, with the exception of the long, black-painted nails she wore on her toes and fingers.
She pulled tentatively on her legs and arms, testing the robustness of her restraints. They were no fake bond, obviously made to resist the strongest struggles. She examined the straps buckled around her wrists. This reminded her the lengthy sessions she had passed with her trainer, a short, skinny, cruel Japanese man. He was a bit of a sadist and had obviously enjoyed putting her in stricter and stricter bondages. He never freed her himself. He was always careful to leave at least one weak point in his restraints and all she had to do was to find it. But sometimes it took her many hours. And once she had found it, it was still a long way to use it and unwrap herself out of the cruel posture he had imposed on her. She always got out of these sessions utterly exhausted, her skin criss-crossed with deep-impressed marks.
From simple rope bondage, he had escalated to leather straps and finally handcuffs and chains. She had to master lock-picking skills on a great variety of restraint system, training to do it blind and one-handed. Those were the most difficult lessons: steel restraints were unyielding, biting into her very flesh, and she had to feel and pick locks for hours until she managed to open them. Beyond skills, he had taught her various tricks of the trade and improved the suppleness of her limbs and body, as well as her dexterity.
Although she was now in a sturdy bondage, her trained eyes had already found several weak points. She was sure she would be able to break free in a matter of a few minutes. But she did not even tried. First, she had to make sure she had reached he final destination, where the all the kidnappees were “processed”. Until then, she had to stay in her role of a helpless dancer.
Aurelia was lithe enough to turn her head around and scan the place. Three other frames were standing around and two of them were carrying their own piece of sexy, naked, young girl. One of them was very young, around twenty. She had long black hair and a very thin figure with small breasts; she was pretty but far from being as feminine as Aurelia. The other girl was a mellow Blonde; she could have been about twenty-five years old with a shapely body. The blonde girl was unconscious and hanging limp from her frame, but the dark-haired one was fully aware. Her terror-filled dark eyes were fluttering around, tears soaked her pretty face and she was whining in low voice.
"Someone help me... sob... ohh pleaseee... sob... I want to... sob... to go home..."
Aurelia looked at her before addressing her. “Hey! I’m Aurelia! Where are we? What is this all about?”
"Ohhh... my name is Nina. It's... strange situation... but nice to meet you." the dark haired beauty replied. Nina did not need to twist her body to see Aurelia as she was facing her. The girl was young and fresh and was terrified like never before in her life. Once Nina could talk to someone, especially to someone who was in the same situation as herself, she started to speak and speak, telling every detail of how she got to those dirty warehouse.
Nina was an experienced dancer who always wanted to be a ballet-dancer but she desperately needed the money to pay the training. Her parents were poor without qualification and without any bright future expectations so Nina had to collect the money herself if she wanted to make her dreams come true. She was 21 years old and she was brave as she undertook the risk of travelling to a distant city alone and earn money in a striptease bar. Aurelia learnt that Nina had given up her virtue in exchange for much money as she could earn. She had sold herself to a woman called Trixie. Although Nina had always been a true heterosexual she had done everything Trixie asked for. She had spent more than two months at the Pink Butterfly as a drug-addict, sexually-exploited slut. Nina realized how low she had fallen into the world of depravity but after a week of continuous heroin usage, she had been unable to turn away and leave. Last evening, when Jake had shot her with the usual dose, she had lost her consciousness and awoke about half an hour earlier in this warehouse, facing Aurelia's shapely bottom.
Aurelia was horrified by this story. But at least she knew now that she was on the right track. She swore to put this odious human flesh traffic to a stop. She endeavoured to moan and complain as she had seen Nina to do.
Nina also introduced the still unconscious Blonde whose name was Renata. They had met on the bus headed toward Carrick City and they attended to the job in the Pink Butterfly together after a taxi driver suggested them to give a try to that place. Renata had also arrived alone to the city, but, unlike Nina, she was escaping from her rich father's tyrannical orders. Renata was bored by her former life as daddy's little girl without any own will and real entertainment, so she ran away. Renata's adventure turned into a very sinister journey.
Suddenly the warehouse's door opened with a loud clang and the harsh lights of a car blinded the girls. Soon several figures unfolded from the curtain of light. Aurelia forced her neck backwards to see what was happening. Trixie walked between the tied girls wearing a black mini skirt and leather high-heel boots. Behind the woman, Jake and Billy dragged a crying human body. The body was clothed with dirty, very short hot pants and a denim sleeveless denim jacket. She was wearing slap-thongs on her otherwise naked feet. Both men were rough, Billy tossed the body onto the ground and Jake kicked it hard in the ribs making the unfortunate body to curl into a foetal position. Meanwhile Trixie stepped to Aurelia, wiggled her ass with a skittish movement before Aurelia's face. Trixie gently tapped Aurelia's uncovered crotched and inserted one black-painted finger into the bound Agent's displayed pussy.
"Ooohhhhh... my sexiest dancer ever! I'm so sad I couldn't enjoy your cunt much much more!" Trixie murmured as she licked Aurelia's juice from her finger.
“Please! Let me free!” begged Aurelia, pretending to be scared. “Why did you do that to me? Please, I swear I’ll tell nobody, but let me free! I’ll do whatever you want! But please remove those restraints, which are so cruel!”
"Ssshhhh... I don't exactly know what is waiting for you, darling, but I believe you should get used to the feeling of being tied and used. Let's call this suspension a training or something for you." the woman grinned and tickled Aurelia's navel with her long finger before she turned around and slowly walked back to the body on the floor. As Aurelia's eyes got used to the harsh lights she could discover more and more details and with surprise she realised that the whining body was familiar. Jane, the stinking tattoo-maker girl was laying on the floor between the muscular men.
“Jane! Oh my dear! Why are you here?” She truly felt sorry for the poor black girl who was her only friendly contact in town. She wished she could help her, but to do it now would be useless.
Before the young girl could answer, another kick in her kidneys made her moans in agony and writhe on the cold, concrete ground.
"How nice... the newcomer sluts know each other..." Trixie said in sarcastic voice. She turned to Jane and looked at her.
"You disgusting Nigger!" Trixie spat, "I had told you to pay. Your promised money two weeks ago and you didn't pay. I have given you another week and you had me on again! You shit-eater freak! You buggered the wrong person around, bitch!" Trixie hissed and she kicked hard Jane in the liver with her pointed toes, making Jane shriek out in pain.
"I'LL PAY! I'LL PAY!" the weltering girl shouted loud as she tried to cover her sensitive spots with her hands but the three ice-cold gangsters around her just laughed at her desperate struggles. Trixie landed another kick on her face and Jane spat out a broken tooth. Blood began to drool on her chin.
"Oh you fucking, stinking damned witch! I'm tired of waiting and I hate it when Niggers play with my nerves. You've played your last card and lost! You owe me 5000$! That's too much, you will never pay if I don't take what's mine. So I decided to take your dirty, shitty Nigger body. I won't be able to sell you for five thousands, as low quality meat has no real value on the market. If I'm lucky I might get around three thousands for you, it's a loss but still the most rational decision, understood Nigger?" Trixie asked as she stepped onto Jane's cheek pushing her head hard against the floor. The pointy heel of her boot cut the skin and made the poor woman bleed from another wound. Jane emitted a high-pitched whining but remained like frozen. Trixie checked her watch and nodded to her two men.
Jane writhed on the cold floor, her face crushed against the hard concrete. She was hurting from all the kicks she had received and did not dare to move, fearing to be beaten again.
"It's almost time, guys! The collectors will be here in 20 minutes, time to display our merchandise!" she said and walked outside while lighting a cigarette. Jake and Billy grabbed Jane and stripped her completely within a minute laughing and shouting all the time.
"You stink like shit, m'am!", "What a waste to sell such a mermaid to the evil guys!", "Is this your natural colour or you missed every bath in the last twenty years?", "Don't struggle little one or I beat out your remaining teeth!" the two men mocked the beaten black girl. Jane was soon totally naked, the men removed every rings and laces with rough movements before they stretched Jane onto the empty garment rack. When Jake strapped Jane's left ankle he cursed loudly and started to retch.
"Jesus! The foot of this beast is fucking putrid! My God... she must have had an addle foot-bath!" he grimaced, pinching his nose shut.
"What should we do with these piercings, buddy? She is still full of metal." Billy asked as he tied a wrist strap roughly, cutting Jane's blood-stream and making the girl scream out loud.
"Forget them, our time is short." Jake replied and launched a blow onto Jane's flat abdomen, the black girl moaned and puked onto the floor under her. "Let's roll them out!" he ordered and the guys started to roll the four women out of the warehouse.
Aurelia was horrified by the treatment they had inflicted to the poor Jane. She realised that she had been spared only because an untouched body was what made her valuable to them. If ever she lost that, she would be treated as the black girl had been. Being so powerless was scary and she fought the sudden urge to break free and abort her mission immediately.
The frames were rolled in front of the warehouse onto a large concrete place where a white, old Mercedes was parked. The dawn was near, cool wind made the girls shiver. Trixie waited for them standing outside and grinned at Billy.
"Wake up! sleeping beauty, they will be here in minutes." she ordered and Billy injected something into the blonde girl's tight. Renata woke up moaning and as she realised the situation she started to cry.
"My God! Where am I? Madam Trixie... what are you doing? why am I tied to this... thing?" she cried. Jane was sobbing in a low voice, Nina was silent but her glistening eyes and shaking body showed how terrified she was. Trixie blow out the smoke and with a single movement she snuffed her glowing cigarette on Renata's white sole. Painful scream filled the air and reverberated between the buildings.
"Shut the fuck up! If I hear a single word I cut off your tongue, understood, cunt?" Trixie asked and Renata proved to be clever, she remained silent.
"M'am! The nigger cunt is still full of piercings and we have a full hand of cheap jewelleries." Billy asked and Trixie turned to him with a wicked grin on her face.
"The collectors don't like the merchandises having any metal on them. Let's give them a surprise this time... remove every piercings and stuff them all into her ass together with the others. We'll see how they like metal INSIDE her." Trixie giggled, she was obviously having fun.
Billy approached the pitifully-begging Jane with pincers and with a long needle in his hands, knelt by her face.
"Sssshhhh... baby! If you don't resist, we'll be ready in two minutes." He smiled as he started to work on Jane's facial piercings. He worked with sure hands, forcing the tiny metal rings open or simply tearing them out of Jane's skin and flesh if he could not find the joint. Piercings were removed from Jane's lips, tongue, nose, eyebrows and ears, from her navel, and six rings were removed from her fat labia. The poor Jane was moaning all the time and let out short screams when her piercings were torn out. Finally Billy was holding bloody metal trinkets in his hand.
"Now stuff her, it's almost time!" Trixie ordered as she lit another cigarette. She seemed to be nervous. Billy acted accordingly and roughly forced a rusty metal pipe found in the warehouse into Jane's ass. Jane screamed out in pain, the thick metal entered her convulsing body opening wounds around her sensitive sphincter. The tube was pushed deeper into her ass. A noisy, flatulent, disgusting sound vibrated out of the pipe as Jane could not suppress a loud fart to explode out of her stretched rectum.
"God damn it!" Billy yelled. "More stink is coming out from this piece of garbage! What a messed race she has! Fucking Niggers!"
Billy poured the bloody trinkets into the tube with utter disgust and then the rings and bracelets followed.
"Phuu... you shit... your ass stinks still... actually, you're but an enormous black ass." He spat as he yanked out the metal pipe, making Jane to cry out hysterically. The tube fell onto the floor with a loud clang. Renata and Nina burst into muffled sobs simultaneously. Trixie whinnied at them.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, I don't need cry-babies! Ohh... they're coming..." she whispered as a huge, silvery truck drove towards them. Its headlights blinded everyone for long seconds.
***
Dhonko’s team was a good one; he was one of the most successful collector captain ever. The territory he covered was definitely a good one with several large cities and thousands of potential slaves, but the territory itself was not all. Dhonko also had systematically built a huge network with slave traders who supplied him with the best merchandises. The name of his lorry was "Babetrap". In the back he had enough place to carry more than 20 slaves. He could keep them in cages, brand them, make the mandatory inspections for bugs and even had sufficient equipment to extirpate hidden chips from human bodies if professional agents tried to pierce the secrets of Dhonko’s Superiors. His team had three other members; he just called them "White", "Nigger" and "Chinese". Dhonko already had eight unfortunate slaves locked inside tiny cages in the back of the truck and he had one more stop before returning to the hidden airport.
Dhonko liked Carrick City. He got her best merchandises there. Ten slave traders were working for him here but he visited only one or two when he passed by Carrick. Dhonko drove the truck among the abandoned warehouses, somewhere in Carrick's old industrial district and he soon caught the small team of that cunt Trixie, with four hanging bodies of new slaves. Dhonko was careful, as he knew that this meeting was going to be different than usual.
***
The big truck had stopped and its crew was soon standing in front of it, all four men. Two of them where Blacks, bold men with the body of heavy-weight boxing champions, another was a war veteran, a white guy with scars on his face, and the last was a thin Asian man.
Aurelia pretended to be as afraid as the other girls, but she was actually committing to her formidable memory the faces of the four men. Her visual memory combined to her artist skills would allow her to draw a photograph-like portrait if needed. This was the kind of ability she had trained and which had already allowed her to succeed in former missions.
"Hi Dhonko..." Trixie welcomed the newcomers. Her voice was unusually thin and she was seemingly nervous. "I’m glad you’re back again... I have very special quality today." she said, pointing at the girls. One of the black men stepped closer and without saying a word he walked around the silent, terrified girls. He had the rough face of a bull-dog, wide cheeks and predatory teeth.
„This is Nina.” Trixie said as she followed him. "She is a very fine quality... young and pretty... and a professional dancer. Her price is 40.000$" Trixie sputtered. Nina started to sob again when the huge black man paddled her firm thighs.
"She is Renata. High class slut too, but she is older and not as pretty. I want.... ask 30.000$ for her. Here is Jane... let’s say... she is an accident but you might find some use for her. I give her away for 5.000$. Ohhh... and this one is the best that I, and I guess you, have ever had, Dhonko! Her name is Aurelia, a special one! Full-blooded sex-bomb with a perfect body. If you want her, you have to pay much more than usual!" Trixie said, trying to look confident, although her slightly trembling voice was betraying her. Dhonko peered at Aurelia’s body for a minute or so then knelt down. He grabbed Aurelia’s hair and lifted her face until it was only 30 centimetres from his. He looked deep into her eyes with his chilling, pale stare.
Aurelia moaned as he yanked on her scalp and feigned to be scared, while photographing the man’s face, along with the name Trixie had used to greet him. He was obviously the chief of the collecting team, and the second link in the chain she was trying to untangle.
"This one has some willpower!" he said, speaking for the first time. "Are you brave enough, little one, to say something?" he asked, his voice was like the growl of a grizzly.
"Please!" she answered in a trembling voice, "This is all a terrible mistake! I just want to be a dancer! Please, release me. I swear I’ll not tell anything to anyone!" she whined.
The man simply spat into Aurelia's face covering her nostrils and eyes with his slimy, thick saliva. She felt her stomach heaving as the thick stuff landed on her face. She shaked her head, but the foul juice kept sticking to her skin, forming bubbles under her nostrils whenever she breathed out. She blinked her eyes several times, until she manager to clear her vision, but her face remained soiled with yellowish streaks.
""A very nice voice you have. I assume your screams are more like singing for a guy like me." he said and then he laughed, but his voice would had terrified even the most experienced war veterans. He stood up and rested his hairy arm on Aurelia's crotch, between her widely-spread legs.
"You forgot something, Trixie!" Dhonko said as he turned his head to the nervously waiting woman. "You forgot to tell me the prize for yourself..." he added staring at Trixie, who stood there frozen for long seconds.
"I..." she gasped "I'm afraid I misheard something..." Trixie replied. Her voice was weak and she started to tremble. Dhonko grinned at her.
"I take you too, Queen Trixie." he declared, his voice was mocking but still cold. Jake reacted first and reached for his gun but Dhonko's guys were far faster. Within a flashing second, one gun had shot a bullet and Jake started to shout like a madman. The Asian guy had shot through his right wrist, his gun fell onto the ground and Jake was whining on his knees holding his bleeding wrist with his other hand.
Billy proved to be much clever; he simply raised his hands and did not attempt to reach his revolver as the two guns of the other men were aimed at him. Trixie, however, froze totally and she was unable to move or say anything; she just stood there trembling with wide open, fear-filled eyes.
Aurelia was looking what was happening with heightened interest. This was obviously unexpected. She tried to keep her attention focused in spite of the headache that was slowly growing due to the blood accumulating in her head. Her face was getting puffy and red and her ears were beginning to buzz.
"Silly boy." Dhonko said, facing the terrified Trixie as he pushed a thumb against Aurelia's anus, his booted shin was right in front of Aurelia's face.
Aurelia jumped at the intimate touch. She jerked her hips but was helpless to evade the probing finger.
"You lost your reputation and reliability, Trixie! The cops know about you and your connection to us. In the last shipment one of the cunts was a fucking spy." he said as he pushed his thumb stronger, forcing Aurelia's sphincter muscle to open. Aurelie grunted, both from the light pain in her anus and the information she had just grasped. Maybe she was going to learn what had happened to the poor Jessica.
"She was not a simple spy, Trixie. She was a fucking high-tech agent equipped with mini computers built in her body." he pushed her thumb deeper forcing his finger in the girl's body. Aurelia gasped and gritted her teeth.
"You're monitored, you stupid cunt. You are of no use for me anymore, so I decided to close this channel." he said staring at Trixie who was standing totally annihilated. The thumb started to from little circles in Aurelia's ass, still only the nail was inside.
"And I don't want to leave any track behind. So we're taking you with us." he finished as he removed his thumb from the girl's body.
Aurelia let out a short moan. She was following right on Jessica’s steps and was hoping to find the girl soon. But she was also conscious that, with Trixie’s kidnapping, there would be no track leading to her anymore. Finding her and Jessica was going to be much more difficult by now. But as she was carrying no high-tech devices, she was confident she would go undetected until time would have happened for her to break free and call the wrath of CIA onto the heads of these slavers.
Trixie finally found her voice and started to splutter in a quite unwomanly style.
"You stupid Nigger!" she squawked "you've shot my man! You'll pay for that and for threatening me!"
Dhonko stepped to Trixie, his face showed sudden anger. He grabbed the woman's neck and squeezed it, Trixie's hysterical voice turned to wet gasps for air. Dhonko raised the women into the air by her milky-white neck, the muscles tightened under his skin. Trixie desperately grabbed Dhonko's thick arm and sank her black nails into his flesh, but her struggle was only a futile attempt to free herself. He had amazing strength; Trixie was at least 60 kilograms. Dhonko drew the kicking woman where Jake was whining on his knees and simply dropped Trixie onto the ground. Trixie fall onto the ground and was fighting for air by grabbing her own throat. Her face was red and she coughed again and again spilling thick saliva onto her chin.
"You've made a serious mistake, cunt." Dhonko said in low voice and hinted to his men. "My slaves aren't allowed to talk if not asked, oddly not allowed to use bad speech on me. Secure the blonde faggot and make this bloody mess stand for a short game!" he ordered. The Asian guy stepped behind the nervously standing Billy and with a single blow onto his nape knocked him out. The other men grabbed Jake and forced him onto his feet, twisting his arms behind his back.
"No, Trixie, as he's your man as you stated I want you to make him cum with your hand! No more mistakes, Trixie, or you'll be dead meat very soon!" Dhonko said and yanked Trixie into kneeling position by her dark hair. He also brought out a large pistol from his belt and pushed it against her temple.
"Jerk him off, now! Dhonko said and the still gasping Trixie followed the order as if she was in some kind of hypnotic trance. She reached for Jake's jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down his panties until the little, limp cock became visible. Trixie grabbed the small meat rod between her thumb and index and started to jerk it, her eyes were red and tears formed in their corners. Despite his agonizing pain in his shot wrist Jake's cock started to grow and the guy stared at Trixie's black painted fingers like he was seeing a ghost. Within a minute Jake was rock hard displaying his 18-centimetres-long cock to everyone around, and Trixie moved both hands up and down as she pumped. Not another minute had passed when Jake’s grunts became audible and he shot his load directly onto Trixie's shoulders as the women turned her head sideward at the last second.
Dhonko cocked his gun and handed a knife to Trixie.
"Cut it down! At the base. If you don't start in three seconds I pull the trigger." he grinned and started to count. "One... two..."
Trixie couldn't believe what was happening, but the rough power demonstration she had just suffered made her obedient and selfish. As Dhonko counted two she pulled out Jake's cock with one hand and with a powerful strike she sliced into the living meat.
Jake's scream was very girlish and high-pitched and he struggled against the men but they held him very stable. Blood started to pour from the horrible wound bathing Trixie's hand and even her face, but she went on with her terrible task. She sawed with machine-like effort, cut through muscles and tissues until the big piece of body meat fell onto the ground. Jake was still screaming but Dhonko raised his gun to his head and with a single shot blow his head off. The other black and the white men of his must have known Dhonko's tricks as they let free the screaming Jake in the last moment and jumped away avoiding the risk of being shot. Jake's corpse fell backward with a loud thump, Renata, Nina and Jane started to babble after a long, totally silent second.
Aurelia too was shocked by so much violence and cruelty. She imitated the babble of her fellow prisoners, but internally she was shaken too. She was now beginning to fear Jessica might be dead, and she would herself have to be very careful. She was now convinced the least mistake would be fatal.
"Now Trixie, as you have such a dirty mouth let me teach you how not to impress your owners!" Dhonko burst into laughter and turned to Asian man.
"Stuff that shit into her mouth, sealed. And prepare for being taken." he ordered. The words were strange and no one could realize what was the meaning of them, except Dhonko's minions. The Asian man cuffed Trixie's wrists behind her back, the woman forbore the rough treatment without hesitation. She was shocked like never before in her life. The Asian raised Jake's bloody cock from the ground, grabbed Trixie's jaw and forced her mouth open with a special technique, and he stuffed the meat into her oral cavity. That was when Trixie started to fight again, but Dhonko stepped to her and pasted her mouth with a wide and strong industrial duct tape, sealing her mouth totally. Trixie retched and her face turned pale, wet grunting could be heard as she vomited... through her nostrils.
Aurelia turned her face away and resisted the urge to puke, so disgusting it was. She imagined herself in Trixie’s stead, her mouth filled with a warm, dirty, bloody and juicing dead cock. All wicked as Trixie was, she did not deserved so cruel a predicament. Nobody deserved it.
"Nasty cunt." Dhonko said and grabbed Trixies's jaw turning her head towards his.
"Dirty mouth called me nigger. Stupid cunt won't never ever do that. This will teach you." he was smiling wickedly.
"Okay men, the show is over. Roll the meat onto the truck for inspection. Chinese! Take care of stupid cunt and bring her when she is ready!" he ordered.
White and Nigger stepped to Jane's and Aurelia's frame first and wheeled them towards the back of the silver truck. The ramp opened automatically forming a bridge to the rear of the lorry. Aurelia was wheeled in first and right before Jane. Dhonko followed them with heavy steps. They couldn't see the first half of the truck as a metal shiny wall parted the box somewhere in the middle with a huge, closed door through it. In their half several tools were hanging from the wall. Aurelia recognized a full set of knives and scalpels, cuffs and chains, sinister hafted irons, dozens of different-sized boxes with labels like "medkit", "piercings", "tattoo maker". Three huge bottles with long plastic tubes were rowed along the wall bearing labels on them "Oxygen", "Gas" and "Nitrous oxide". In a small table, half-dozen smaller equipments were placed, all of them had electronic displays. She also saw small cages stacked along the wall and vertically standing flat equipments with several holes, looking like some kind of modern stocks.
White took one of the electronic tools in his hand and switched it on, small green numbers and a tiny picture appeared on the display. He stepped to Aurelia and held the tool to her left sole. With precise movements he moved the tool along her sole and toes, around her ankles and down her leg. He scanned her full body not missing a single spot, which took him only 2 minutes or so.
Aurelia clenched her teeth as her body was searched, as the man did not resist the temptation to touch her body with his free hand. She was glad she had not hidden anything inside her.
"She seems to be clean, I've found no metal inside her!" he reported to Dhonko and the Black leader nodded. White replaced the tool with another one and repeated the process. He examined the data shown on the display for long seconds before he turned to Dhonko.
"This beauty is totally clean, boss! I haven't found any ceramic implant nor unusual electric radiation in her. No bugs or chips or anything. I must say she is in perfect shape, not even a single disorder in her electro-magnetic aura. She is healthy and ready to stand whatever is waiting for her." he grinned.
White took the first tool again and stepped to Jane. He started to scan her and when he reached her abdomen the tool started to peep loudly.
"Look at this, dozens of identical metal content inside her... I guess they're inside the rear section of her rectum." White said.
"Th... they are just my... my rings!" Jane squeaked in horrible fear. "Trixie... she poured them inside my ass!"
Dhonko and his minions bursted into laughter.
"Wow... Stupid Cunt seems like my kind of woman!" Dhonko roared. White scanned Jane's remaining body parts and the tool started to peep again at her left hand.
"Please..." Jane cried and she was shaking from fear, she was near hysterical. "I have a platinum plantation; I had an accident 5 years ago!"
White repeated the process with the other tool but he found nothing else.
"So we have rings in her ass and something in her hand..." White summarized the result of the scanning.
"Okay, guys, remove her from this thing and prepare her for cleaning." he said, and within a minute Jane found herself freed from the frame but laying on her back. Her bottom was raised in the air, her legs were forced downwards until her knees touched the floor right by her ears, Nigger stood onto her shins causing severe pain with his heavyweight body, the poor black girl gasped for air and her face contorted into a suffering mask. Her wrists were forced between her legs and pulled upwards before they were cuffed, making her place the clenching fists onto her own pussy.
"Remove the beauty, I have a task for her." Dhonko ordered and White started to release Aurelia from her uncomfortable position. He uncuffed the wrists first then one leg, and Aurelia found herself hanging by one ankle. Dhonko cocked his gun and aimed at the girl before White uncuffed Aurelia's other ankle too.
The girl was gritting her teeth as her whole weight was hanging from her ankle. Suddenly, she fell on the floor. She had been expecting this and she managed to absorb the impact with her arms and rolled graciously to land squatting on her feet. The metallic floor was cold under her bare feet. She did not move farther as the gun was just inches from her face. While her face was a vivid mask of pain, her brain was registering everything she saw in the truck. She also automatically found three ways that would allow her to kill or critically cripple the men manhandling her. It was yet too early to attack though. Instead, she rubbed her sore wrists, which harboured red marks where the cuffs had bitten in her skin.
"Okay... you.. Arela or whatever... you know already I'm not a funny guy and pull the trigger very easily. Follow my orders letter by letter or else..." he imitated a headshot with his free hand.
"Now step to the black, smelly bitch. We prepared her for you so you have easy access... I want you to mine out those rings using your hands and nothing else! I fucking don't mind if you have to fist her up to your elbows but I want ALL rings removed. If the next scan shows a single metal in her ass I will make you eating your own ears for sure! Understood?"
Aurelia was shocked. This was awful. This would inflict so much pain to the poor Jane, and from her point of view it was also disgusting. But she had no choice but to comply. With a disgusted look on her face, she nodded to the White man.
Jane was in total panic and tried to struggle, but Nigger's weight immobilized her totally. She was whining continuously in a high-pitched voice and she let out a loud fart that made the men laugh. Jane's puckered asshole was bloody from the scratches caused by the rusty iron pipe; the shit mixed with blood formed the most disgusting sight ever.
As she came closer to Jane, the stench overwhelmed the poor Aurelia and she had to fight the urge to puke. She was looking at the small, dirty hole through which she had to push her hand. It seemed impossible. She felt the cold barrel of the gun brutally shoved against her kidneys.
“Faster, bitch! We don’t have all day!” a rough voice ordered.
Taking a deep breath, she squeezed together the fingers of her right hand, forming a cone as sharp as she could do it. She pressed the tip of her medium against the filthy entrance and began to push down. She strived for avoiding any additional damage might had caused by her long, black fingernails, and finally managed to drive the nails inside without making any additional wound. The first three fingers penetrated relatively easily, as the sphincter was still tenderised from its previous ordeal, but then Aurelia’s hand seemed to be stopped. It seemed to her that pushing further would tear Jane’s hole apart. The pressure of the gun against her back was there to remind her that she had no choice. She grunted a “sorry, Jane” before putting more weight on her right arm. As she forced her hand deeper, she also twisted it a little to ease the passage.
Jane’s sphincter was slowly pried wider as Aurelia’s knuckles passed one by one inside her. The poor Black girl was trembling and jerking with all her might, and the Black man had difficulty to keep her still. She was also screaming to the top of her lungs and her cries resonated through the truck. The Black grabbed a dirty piece of cloth, covered with black motor oil and stuffed it into the thrashing girl’s mouth. In spite of this gag, Jane kept squirming and mumbling powerfully as Aurelia continued her operation.
After long minutes of shoving and pushing and turning and twisting, the young spy girl suddenly felt her hand being like sucked in the rectum of her victim. Her whole hand was swallowed up to the wrist. The warmth, moist, gluing sensation it procured her made her retch. Her belly heaved and she had to steady herself against the table. She was livid. In the mean time, Jane’s body was bulging with knotted muscles and tendons as she fought spastically against the painful intrusion into her bowels.
Aurelia took a deep breath and then began to explore the rectum, collecting the cheap jewellery that had been concealed there. With each twist of her hand, some liquid shit oozed around her wrist and a fart was expulsed, adding to the shaking spy’s trouble. Not wanting to have to come back, she explored carefully the rectum, sinking her fingers as far as she dared to, shutting her mind to the muffled howls of the Black tattooer. Sometimes Aurelia's nails scratched along the inner wall of Jane's wet rectum and the poor girl emitted horrible muffled screams, but for Jane's fortune she could reduce those accidents to minimal.
Finally, she pulled her fist full of jewels out of the fetid pot, eliciting renewed shrieks of agony. Her hand came out with a hideous slurping sound accompanied by a boisterous and putrid fart. The anus remained wide open. Disgusted, Aurelia dropped the content of her palm on the table and turned away to resist the urge to vomit. Her hand was covered with excrement.
"Well done, bitch!" Dhonko rattled in obvious excitement, Aurelia couldn't see but somehow she felt how the black slaver massaged his bulging cock.
"White! Check her guts for more jewels... and you, Beauty Bitch, pray for leaving her empty..." he said and White switched on the scanner again. He held it against Jane's ass... and the beeping sound failed.
"Good job, Beauty Bitch! I appoint you as my court ass fister!" he laughed and his men laughed with him. "Time to secure her for travel. Take her into the feeder cage!" Dhonko ordered to White who pushed his own gun against Aurelia's nape.
Aurelia was looking around for something to wash her right hand and forearm, which were covered in excrements and stinking horribly. “Please, may I wash my hands?” she asked in a meek voice.
"Shut the fuck up!" White grunted. "This is not a fucking wellness tour, Bitch! You messed your hands, now you bear the consequences." he finished. "Ladies first." he said and drove Aurelia toward the cages stacked at the back of the truck. Meanwhile Dhonko changed the gun for an evil looking long-bladed knife and turned to Jane.
"So smelly Nigga'... you declared having a platinum in your hand. I'm a believer and would really like to believe you too... but unfortunately I have my very specific orders which force me to check EVERY suspicious material in our slaves body. If it's really a plantation we'll be over soon... but if you lied to me..." Dhonko said and approached Jane with the glistening razor. Scary thoughts came to Aurelia's mind about Jessica. For a high risk mission an agent could have received three or four different types of chips. She knew exactly the usual places where the agency's chips were implanted. Under the nails (fingers or big-toes) right at the root, into any tooth, under the navel or built into the nose bridge.
As the continuous pain eased, Jane managed to spit out the dirty rag and she started to beg loudly, she was staring at the blade and was trembling.
"No.... no... please... nooo... my god.... ohh nooo... Aurelia! Aurelia please help me!!! Help me!!!" she screamed, her terror filled voice echoed from the walls.
Aurelia felt her heart breaking at these pleadings. “Listen, I know her. She is no spy. How could she be? Just look at her!”. But she did not dare moving to help her, even if she would have stood good chances of success. She could not ruin her mission right now.
Dhonko stared at Aurelia and spat.
"Who dared to give you permission to talk? White! Treat her as ordered, I will handle her prolixity later!" Dhonko said and turned back to Jane. White kept pushing Aurelia forward and whispered into her ear.
"You dancer cunts are all so dumb! Never know when to talk and when to swallow. How could you know if she's a spy? Being a spy means you're fucking hiding your true nature. I'm afraid you will regret hundred times for being so clever."
Dhonko grabbed Jane's clawing, long-nailed hands, Jane's relatively large hands were totally secured by his big fist. He forced the top of her left hand upwards.
"Sssssshhhhhh... stinky nigga'... we'll be over soon." he grinned with burning sadistic lust in his eyes and cut into the flesh of Jane's hand. Thrilling screams filled the air, Jane's hand started to bleed, dark red blood poured over her fingers and fall onto her pussy and abdomen. Dhonko made a long cut, deep enough to turn the flesh out, slicing through flesh, tendons and veins. Jane's eyes were bulging from their sockets as her powerful screams shook the air, her trashing were so wild that Nigger almost lost his balance. Dhonko dropped the knife and grabbed the edge's of the wound with naked fingers, he forced the flesh apart opening a wide, deep slit. He bent closer and examined the whitish, blood covered material unfolded.
"Shit... this is really platinum..." he spat into the wound and he released Jane's hand. "I thought we might have found another fucking spy or something..." he seemed quite disappointed. "We had such a great fun last time." he told to himself as he took a small device similar to a soldering iron and switched it on. The pointed tip of the tool soon became red hot, and Dhonko started to burn and cauterize the wound he had just cut. The screams emitted from Jane's gaping mouth were beyond sanity, the poor girl thrashed her head from side to side and finally she bitted deep into her own shin just above her ankle. The awful smell of burnt human flesh filled the truck and Jane even pissed herself. Actually she let out a strong stream of yellow urine splashing her own and Dhonko's hands, the piss evaporated as it touched the hot tip of the tool. Suddenly she stopped screaming and went limp; the heavily tortured girl had lost her consciousness.
"Fuck you, Stinky Nigga, what a weak specimen you are!" Dhonko chafed and finished the treatment of Jane's hand.
Meanwhile White led Aurelia to the backside of the section and pointed to a single, metal cage on the floor. The cage was very small, forming a perfect cube. Thick metal rods formed the edges of all six sides and two thicker rods crossed them diagonally, excluding the top one. Between the thick rods thinner and serried rods created a web-like formation. All rods seemed heavy, were precisely welted and the whole cage looked like a box for securing wild and strong animals. The top slab had a big hole and two smaller holes, all three holes weren't centred but close to an edge. The holes were made of the thicker rods and were hold in place by several other tubes, the web on the top was even more serried as on the other sides.
"Okay, Bitch, open the top slab and climb in!" White ordered. "Kneeling position. I want you to close the top with your head and hands out of the cage through the holes."
Aurelia looked at the tiny cage with doubt. It seemed much too small to accommodate her strong, tall body. “I’ll never fit into it!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, you will. And if you don’t, I’ll break your bones until you do!” threatened the man.
The young spy opened the spider-web-like lid and stepped in. The steel bars were cold under her soles. Carefully, she tried to kneel inside the cage. Supporting her weight with her hands clasped on the upper edges, she pressed her soles flat against the back slap. Then, by spreading her knees wide, she managed to wedge them into the corners of the cage. She then lowered herself slowly, until her knees rested on the bottom. Her legs were kept completely immobile by the sheer tightness of the box. Then, she sat her butt on her heels and tried to lower her torso, while keeping her head and hands protruding from the holes. The lid was resting against her back as she tried to press her proud breasts more firmly into her thighs.
There were still five centimetres between the lid and the box edge when suddenly White sat on the top of the box. Aurelia felt herself folded in two, her breasts squeezed against her thighs, her back crushed against the lid bar-web. Her head and hands were protruding out of the box, as wide apart as the object permitted. She could not even touch her own face anymore. The man bounced his butt a few times and then padlocked the cage shut. He then grabbed Aurelia’s hair and pulled it out of the neck hole, splaying it over the cage lid.
The poor girl felt completely encased, immobilised, cramped in the tight, cold space. Her toes and knees were wedged against the inner edge of the cage, her breathing was contrived by the tightness of the box. After but a few seconds, she was already feeling cramps building in her muscles. She contorted her neck, trying to look at the guy sitting on her box, a mask of fear and anguish painted on her face.
“Please! I can’t stay in here! It’s too small! How long are you going to keep me like this?”
"Ohhh you dumb cunt..." White groaned. "Did I or didn't I say to shut up, eh? Whatever... you will stay here long enough to get used to your cage." he laughed. The encagement was not over, White left the cage and soon returned with thin noose-like chains. One noose was placed around Aurelia’s left wrist. The diameter of the noose could be changed by pulling three individual laces and it was soon firmly slicked around the girl's delicate wrist. It was tight enough to keep her hands from sliding out, but did not cut her circulation. With tiny locking mechanisms, White attached the three ends to the ring through which Aurelia's hand was placed. That securing totally locked her wrist in place, didn't give her the slightest chance to pull her hands inside the cage. He repeated the process with the right wrist, his face contorted in disgust when he had to touch the excrement covered skin.
"Now, you're almost ready for the travel of your life, Bitch!" White tapped Aurelia's cheek and left her alone.
After the first minute the worst sensation was the tension in Aurelia's neck, as she had to pull her neck backwards in her uncomfortable position. When she let her neck forward and rested it against the iron ring the tension eased but the cold metal hurt her larynx.
She was soon moaning softly as she tried to move to shift her weight. Her shins were resting directly on the bottom bars of the cage, supporting her full weight. The steel spider web was digging into the thin layer of muscle and skin and pressing on her very bones. After but a few minutes, the pain had already built to a high level. As her legs were wedged inside the cage, she could not shift them laterally. All she could do was to try and lift her shins off the floor by pushing on her toes. However, there was so little room in the cage that she had to lift her whole body to do so. Her feet and toes could not hold that position more than a few dozens of seconds and she had to land back on her sore shins. This moved her body by only a couple of centimetres but this was still putting a lot of strain on her feet and leg muscles, inducing her to sweat profusely. Beads of perspiration were rolling down her spine, between her flattened breasts and through every fold of her tightly packed body.
She pulled tentatively on her hands but she had to admit she was restrained in an almost inescapable position. The tiny chains would be particularly difficult to deal with if she would have to. But she was not planning to escape before having reached her destination and learned more about the slaver’s organisation.
The unconscious Jane was tossed aside and the men started to roll in the girls left outside with Chinese. Nina arrived first, she was removed from the frame and scanned just as Renata five minutes later. Both girls proved to be clean. White and Nigger drove them to the section of the truck where Aurelia was suffering, and forced them into identical cages. Both girls were sobbing continually during the scanning but none of them dared to say or ask anything. The encagement of Nina happened very smoothly, although she was tall she was also very thin and lithe and had small breasts, she fit into the cage much more easily than Aurelia. Nina's cage was padlocked and her wrists were secured with the laces. Renata's encagement was far more terrific. Renata was mellower and her joints proved to be less flexible as her fellow sufferers. She stepped into the cage with trembling legs and even kneeling down caused her troubles.
"Ohhhh.... hurt... my kneeees hurt.. please Mister!" she whined though all she felt was the rod against her knee-caps.
"Such a low pain-threshold." White said with disdain. "I'm afraid you won't last too long..." he finished and slapped Renata's face hard. Nigger helped him to push Renata's body down forcing her to curve into the pressed position. Renata was babbling loudly and even fought against the men but she had no chance of raising out of the cage. Her head was yanked through the big hole by her blonde hair, she was screaming with wide open mouth. Her body was covered with sweat and her eyes were wild with loathing.
"NOOOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!! I HAVE CLAUSTROPHOBIA!!! DON'T SHUT MEE!!!" she screamed and screamed hysterically. Her hands were also pulled through the holes and secured with the laces. Finally White gagged Renata with his palm changing her screams into muffled groans.
"Option one. You let out another scream and I cut off your tongue. I will enjoy it much. Option two. You're allowed to cry, to moan or whatever you want, but I fucking don't want to hear anything loud. Blink if you got it." he said in a sinister tone and Renata blinked. When White let her mouth free she really stopped screaming but her pain-contorted face showed clearly how heavily she was suffering.
The naked body of the unconscious Billy was dragged into the truck and he was scanned before being forced into a similar cage the women had, although that cage was clearly larger, the muscled man body naturally needed more place. He was totally limp and the men could easily lock him without any problem. Finally Chinese arrived with the totally naked and still gagged Trixie, the woman walked slowly and she was obviously still in shock. Trixie was scanned too and was placed into her cage. She was very tall but relative thin, she didn't resist as the lid was padlocked and her hands were secured.
All five cages were dragged into a line, all prisoners facing the same direction toward the rear of the truck. Two men were needed for dragging the cages into position, as they were heavy even without the bodies inside. White lifted Jane from the floor and he injected something into her arm, the black girl soon regained her consciousness and started to scream till White punched her in the guts. Jane was stood before the unfortunate prisoners back to them, her asshole was still half-way open and blood mixed with shit was oozing slowly from the terribly stretched hole. Jane's legs were trembling and she was whining in low voice, her pitiful voice harmonized with Renata's moaning.
Dhonko and his men lined before the prisoners and the boss started to talk.
"Ladies!" he said, and as Billy was still unconscious it was a correct salutation. "The preparations are almost over. From now you're the property of the Government of Ashagen. You will be marked as the Slave of Ashagen. You will live and die in Ashagen. And as long as you live you will suffer in Ashagen. You will learn more details soon, but first we're going to mark you and implant you." He showed a very small, flat device around what was as small as a small toenail. "This microchip localizes your position anytime and everywhere, so your chance for escape is zero dot zero. We implant these chips into the slaves' maxillary sinus. Safe place and zero chance for destroying the chips without killing the slaves. Dead slaves don't escape so they don't need chip. Clever system, don't you think? Whatever, all slaves in Ashagen are marked on their forehead. On the forehead, because that's the most visible body part and generally no one destroy their slaves forehead without killing it, so that's a good place for creating permanent marks. When we are over with the marking and the implanting you will be true slaves of Ashagen." he finished and nodded to Chinese.
Aurelia, in spite of the pain caused by her situation, was listening intently what was being said. Any bit of information could prove useful eventually. Ashagen: this name reminded her of some place in Sweden, but it was not a sovereign country. Was their final destination in Scandinavia anyway? She would have to gather more clues before deciding.
The prospect of getting permanently marked on her face was scary. She was not expecting something like that. Still, she was confident her government had means of removing any tattoo or chip those bastards were going to put on her.
The Asian man removed a pencil-like device from a bag hanging from the wall. He stepped to the caged females and showed them how the inner telescopic stick spiralled out when he pressed a button. On the tip of the stick were small nippers and Chinese showed - each of them, holding the device close to their eyes - how the nippers grabbed the microchip and how it released it. Finally he stepped to Jane who was surrounded by the other slavers. White and Nigger held Jane steadily immobilizing her head with strong grips.
"Hold still." all the Asian man said and with a grabbed chip he held the device to Jane's nose. He pressed the button and something terrible happened. Jane was standing back to the others so no one could see clearly what was going on, but Jane's muscles tightened within a moment and horrible, groaning, wet sounds filled the air. Jane's body was shaking and she strained against the men, she wasn't screaming but howled in very high-pitched voice, suddenly a semi-solid turd slid out of her gaping asshole. The operation was over within 30 seconds and when the men released Jane, the girl fell onto the floor and clenched her own face. Nothing else could been seen but a thin blood stream flowing from her nose.
"Who is next?" Dhonko asked and carefully examined the women's terrified faces.
"Beauty Bitch!" he smiled wildly at Aurelia. "You don't have so wide nose so it surely need more time for you to place your implant, but you'll have it, I promise!" he laughed and pointed at her. "Do the redhead next, Chinese!"
Aurelia had been trained to resist torture, she had followed coursed about how to deal with such situations. She had even been submitted to limited pain and trained to ignore it by means of yoga and self-hypnosis. Nevertheless, as the man approached her with his bloody device, she felt her guts to knot inside her belly. She felt completely helpless, paralysed by terror. Most of her techniques were based on the idea that she was going to be pressed for information. She had learned how to earn time to allow rescue party to find and extract her. She had trained means of throwing out bit by bit useless information to content her torturers and earn time and gather energy between torture sessions. But all this training was failing her now: she was not going to be tortured for information. Nothing she could do would delay her tormentor or make him change his mind. She was utterly and totally helpless. She had absolutely no control over what was going to happen, and this, more than the fear of pain, was terrifying her beyond control. For the first time, the look of pure fear that painted her face was not faked. It was only a last bounce of pride that prevented her from crying and beg for mercy, as the evil tool approached her flaring nostrils.
She closed her eyes tight, clenched her fist and curled her toes and waited for the inexorable to happen, bracing her mind against the pain, frantically repeating in her mind the mantras she had learned in her yoga courses.
Chinese grabbed Aurelia's chin with one hand, locked her head in place with his strong grip, and pushed the button. All she could hear was the low buzzing of the tool when suddenly she felt the cold metal raising up her nose. For a second or two, the sensation was more tickling than painful but suddenly the tip of the tool reached the narrow section of her nasal cavity and forced itself through the less flexible tissues. Harsh pain blasted around the bridge of her nose, as if she was punched with a club. The vibration radiating from the tool caused additional pain; she felt like an industrial, working drill was pushed up her head. The sudden and harsh pain even increased in the following seconds, all Aurelia could hear was the loud buzzing and wet, slurping sounds as the tool cut through tissues and cartilages.
Aurelia was now screaming to the top of her lungs. She had the impression that her very skull was drilled through and was scared that her brain would be permanently damaged. Her heart was beating at a panicked pace, her skin was oozing an abundant, cold sweat, her mind was screaming for mercy. Had she been detected? Was she been killed? The fear made her imagining the worst scenarios. However, in the back of her mind, she held herself to one little piece of hope: Jane had just been submitted to the same treatment and she was not dead. It was just a part of the procedure.
Chinese's strong fingers sank deep into her jaws keeping her head in place, and the tool continued its painful way to somewhere in Aurelia's skull. The pain became almost unbearable when a low click could be heard, and the stretching, searing pain started to ease. Aurelia felt the tip of the tool being slowly removed from her nose, leaving her tortured cavity alone, and within a few seconds the tip left her nose with a wet smack. Aurelia's nose was bleeding internally, warm blood flew down her throat and the throbbing pain made her remember the horror's of the last minute.
Her senses became dumb and she hadn't realized but heard through great distance how did Chinese start to work on Nina, Renata and Trixie. All she could hear was desperate screams and pain-filled whining of the other women as the Asian man ruined their nose too. It took her almost five minutes to regain her full consciousness after the shrilling shock, and when she finally could perceive her environment again, all women and even the unconscious Billy were over the ordeal. Every nose around Aurelia was bleeding and eyes radiated fear and pain.
She was shaking tremendously in her cramped cage. She was not prepared to such a treatment. She hoped the Agency would be able to extract this damned transmitter once the operation would be completed. Never had she been submitted to such an intrusion of her intimacy. Not even during the mission in Afghanistan, when she had found herself abandoned for one terrible night in the hands of vengeful Mudjahedeens. Those had been long hours of continuous rape and humiliation. Her body had been used and abused in all possible ways by the imaginative warriors and their wives. But at least she had known that soon she would be recovered, saved and washed from all the debasements. And eventually, in the morning, the helicopters had come and rescued her, killing all the villagers in retaliation. But now, she did not know when and if she would be rescued, and not even if she would eventually be able to clear all the marks this mission was imprinting on her.
"All implants are in place, let's proceed with the marking." Dhonko said and grinned at the bleeding-nose women. He walked along the cage-row and numbered each girl. "Stinky Nigga' - three! Crying Blonde - two! Schoolgirl Doll - two! Beauty Bitch - one! Stupid Cunt - two! Sleeping Boy - three!" he finished and his men started to stir. Nigger collected several metal tools from the wall, Chinese took a small box. White pinned Jane down to the floor with his booted foot while Dhonko explained the numbers.
"One means premium class slave. Class one slaves aren't to be defaced in any way, so the marking will be a high-quality tattoo. Having a tattoo drawn on the forehead is fucking painful, but at least the skin remains smooth. Number two means average slave. In Ashagen, the majority of the slaves belongs to this category and any model agency could easily select the whole staff from the class two. Of course only before Ashagen's citizens start to work on them." He laughed hideously. "Class-two slaves receive a standard branding as marking with the smaller branding irons, though smaller burns are just as hot as the bigger ones. Number three means third-class slaves. Mature or less attractive bitches get this number and all male slaves. We do the marking with the larger branding irons, the mark will cover the rest of the forehead. Prepare yourself, cunts, in a few minutes we start."
He helped Nigger to switch on the branding irons. A larger and a smaller iron. Both of them had the same word on the top; the inverse of SoA. "Slave of Ashagen." Dhonko groaned and switched on the smaller iron. The top quickly heated up and within two minutes it was glowing bright red.
Chinese kneeled before Aurelia's face and started to place needles, pins and small jars filled with different colour paints onto the floor. He looked deep into Aurelia's eyes, his eyes were ice cold without any humanity.
"Hold still. Trashing means more pain." he said and with a precision brush he started to paint onto the girl's forehead, sketching the mark. Jane was the first again to suffer the pain. While White stood on her cheek forcing her head onto the floor, Nigger approached the glowing iron from her head. The poor girl whined and screamed and protested with all her might, grabbed Nigger's ankle but the black man simply kicked her hand and stepped onto it. The iron got closer to her skin and suddenly it touched her forehead. Ear-piercing screams were emitted from her open mouth as Nigger very slowly rolled the iron over her skull; smoke raised toward the ceiling. She should have fainted but the stimulants injected into her kept her conscious. When the man finally removed the glowing iron from her head and her terrific screams died away, the three letters of pain were clearly visible, still smoking: “SoA”.
Chinese finished with the sketching and raised the first pin. "Don't forget. Hold still." he said again and started to work on the tattoo. The first sensation wasn't as painful as Aurelia expected, but within a minute it became harsh, almost burning, puncturing agony.
The next branded prisoner was Billy. With one hand, Nigger raised his head by the hair and pushed the iron against his forehead. The young man awoke screaming, he had quite a girlish, high-pitched scream. He hadn't had any chance for saying something or even realize in how uncomfortable position he had been forced inside the cage. All he could do was to scream his head off. He was ready very soon and Nigger stroke Billy's chin with his large fist so hard, that the poor man was knocked out again. Smoke rose from his ruined forehead.
Chinese worked precisely with great experience, he formed the frames of the letters. As he proceeded and worked the paint under Aurelia's skin the pain became harsher and harsher. There were no real tissue between her skin and skull, every puncture blasted another ball of pain in her mind.
Aurelia knew that the Agency was able to erase tattoos by different chirurgical methods, which left almost no trace. But in her already weakened state, she had difficulty to use that knowledge as a lever against the pain and fear the tattoo needle was instilling in her mind along with the ink in her skin. In some way, she was envying her fellow captives who were being branded. At least, the treatment took only a few seconds. Her own marking was probably less painful, but it was so long that it felt much harder to bear.
Renata was beyond shock when Dhonko stepped to her. Her eyes were wide open and she stared at the approaching, red iron without any additional reaction. When the red hot metal kissed her skin she found her voice and her long shrieks reverberated from the wall of the truck, she pissed herself and her shrieks formed almost coherent words: "Ggghhhooooooodddddd!!! Huuuuooooooootttt!!! Ohhhh..." Her scream died away when the branding was over. Renata's mark was really prettier compared to the large marks on Jane's and Billy's head, but the scarred skin smoked in the same fashion and her red eyes were also bulging in the same fashion.
Chinese finished with the letters main frame and replaced the thick pin with a thinner one. He started to adjust the edges of the letters and form them into really pretty, almost artistic style. The pain was still there although it became less intense, although anytime when Chinese accidentally knocked Aurelia's skull bone it changed to searing again.
Nina stared at Dhonko with teary eyes and begged in a pitiful voice. "Please Mister... please I'm begging you no more please my God ohhh my..." she sighed. The cruel black man immobilized her head by grabbing her hair and without responding he pushed the glowing metal against her skull. Nina's squeaked like a mouse and vomited, messing her chest and thighs. The branding was completed within 30 seconds and when Dhonko removed the iron from her head the three letters were glowing clearly above her pretty face; SoA. She was drooling and chunks of her own vomit hung from her chin.
Chinese finished with the second phase and took another the long, special looking pin. "I inject heated mercury under your skin. Important for making the tattoo permanent and durable. Going to hurt." he said and continued his work. That time Aurelia got some appetizer of what the other prisoners felt, the liquid metal was really hot.
Trixie seemed not realizing what was going on around her, nor did she react when Dhonko arrived to her cage with the branding iron. "Shit, this cunt is totally lost in herself, another weak specimen!" he spat onto her face and grabbed her hair. When the hot iron was pushed against her head Trixie tried to scream just like all the others and although the implantation didn't cause enough pain for dragging her out from the shock the burning sensation finally awoke her. Her gagged screams were pitiful and hoarse, her long nails cut into her palms as her fingers clenched. Dhonko left her alone with smoking forehead and three letters, her quite living eyes showed clearly that she was back.
Chinese finished the injection of the heated quicksilver and admired his own handiwork. He took a small mirror and held it before Aurelia's face. "I'm an artist. Even slaves enjoy my art." he commented. On Aurelia's forehead, above her left eye a really fancy tattoo was created, the letters were made in antique style, and according to the terrible burning marks of the others Aurelia's mark looked almost cute.
Aurelia looked at the tattoo through her tear-filled eyes. She was now marked in a place that would be very difficult to hide. Everywhere she was going to go during this mission, peoples would know her status. It would be difficult to stay discrete now. The tattoo along with the implant had severely reduced her options now. The naked blade had not been broken, but it was less sharp already.
"Ladies! It's time to set up the final composition. The trip starts soon." Dhonko said. He gathered his men around and after a short meeting all of them started to work. White and Nigger started to build another level of the web-cage above Nina's and Renata's head. The second levels had no bottom and were half as tall as the actual cages where the girls were forced in. The new components caged the two girls' head and already secured hands in another box. The new levels were secured to the original cages by metal straps. Chinese stepped to Aurelia with a long needle, pliers and an iron ring in his hand.
"I ring your nose hedge. Boss ordered. You annoyed him. Talked too much. Hold still."
Chinese ignored Aurelia's protest and grabbed her chin. The girl knew that grip very well, the thin Asian used that on her not too long before when he forced the microchip into her body. The strong grip made her jaws hurt again, but the harsh pain when the man punctured her nose hedge with the long and thick needle fogged the pain in her jaws. Chinese moved the needle through the freshly made hole left, right, left and removed it. He inserted an open, curved metal into the hole and with two pliers he started to bend it until the tips reached each other. The new ring was large, at least 4 centimetres in diameter. Chinese got a soldering-iron and soldered the ends together, making the ring permanently closed.
"You look good, bull-girl." Chinese mocked Aurelia and turned to Trixie. The same process was done and within some minutes Trixie had the same style nose-ring, hanging from her nose before her shiny gag.
Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears. The septum of her nose was throbbing and sending waves of pain up her already tortured nose. She shook her head but this just made the nose ring to swing cruelly, bouncing on her lips. She could not see herself, but she could feel the weight of the ring resting on her mouth. It was huge, it was heavy, it was ugly. This ring was pulling her down to the rank of animals. The tattoo could still be thought of as a piece of make-up. It was human, in particular hers, which was so finely painted. But this ring was just a cattle ornament.
Dhonko kicked hard the agonizing Jane in her ribs making the black tattooer roll over the floor. He forced her onto her back by stepping onto her throat and he secured two leather straps around the very base of her udders. Dhonko clenched his muscles and forced the straps as tight as he could, making Jane's breasts bulging out like a balloon. The poor and already heavily tortured girl would had shrieked to the top of her lungs, but Dhonko's heavy boot cut her air supply and Jane started to cough and drooled. When the black tits were bound tightly enough and looked like a bag filled with water and ready to burst, Dhonko finalized the knot. Jane was dragged onto her feet and a chain was lowered from the ceiling with two separated hooks at the end. Dhonko cruelly stabbed the tip of the hooks through Jane's each, extremely bulging tits pouring blood onto the floor. The girl was unable to protest but her suffering voice told everything of what she was feeling. Dhonko pushed a button and Jane was pulled into the air by her awfully unnatural breasts.
Meanwhile Nina and Renata were positioned against each other face to face. Two men were needed to lift Aurelia's and Trixie's cages, and they soon found each other face to face high in the air, Aurelia's cage was over Nina and Trixie's was over Renata. There was about 40 centimetres between Aurelia's and Trixie's face, they were staring at each other whenever they opened their eyes. Trixie's eyes showed a mix of fear, hatred, pain and suffering, her nostrils were flaring and as her mouth was taped she breathed through her nose, making almost funny peeping noises with every breath. The most horrific impression was caused by the fact that Trixie was chewing... slowly and continually, making her jaws to move up and down. She had no choice: although she was tortured and degraded almost beyond human limits, she had not swallowed Jake's severed cock, it was simply too big and too tough.
Aurelia could not resist the urge to retch at this sight. Just imagining the spongy, fetid, hairy, chewy stuff Trixie was forced to keep in her mouth was disgusting enough. She could see some brownish juice trickling from the corners of the fallen queen’s mouth. It almost made her own predicament to feel gentle. Still, she could not force herself to close her eyes or look away. Trixie’s face was so ugly by now. Her fore head bore the swelling, charred mark of the slavers, and the huge ring dangling from her septum was definitely ugly. Aurelia wondered whether her own appearance was much better.
The whining Jane was hanging about two meters away from them, but a mechanism moved her towards them, and suddenly two, shaking, black feet slid between their faces. Jane's feet were sturdy and very big with a surprisingly slender ankle. Her toes were long with wide and very long, ugly, dark green painted toenails. Although Aurelia's excrement covered hand was stinking like a dirty toilet, the stench that hit Aurelia when Jane's feet were moved right before her nose was more than hellish.
"Nails are long, can drill them. Want the meat or the nails?" Chinese asked and Dhonko replied.
"Drill the nails, man, I wonder if during the trip she will kick enough to tear her own nails off."
Chinese followed the order. Nigger grabbed the ankles and Chinese drilled through the overgrown section of the big toenails right where the nails left the meat. Two metal rings were inserted into the holes but before they were closed Chinese also stitched them through the rings hanging from the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. That way Jane's toes were chained right to the women noses, and even the most slight kick caused their nose hedge to be tugged.
Aurelia grunted as Jane’s foot was linked to her nose. The stench was intolerable and she could not evade it. Moreover, even without moving, Jane’s legs were somewhat parted and gravity was trying to pull them together, tugging constantly on her and Trixie’s nose. By crossing her eyes, Aurelia could see the drilled nail resting close to her nose. From it, she followed upwards, seeing the rivulets of sweat that were trickling down the Black’s leg. She twisted her neck and saw the bush of filthy pubic hair, and then the taut melons that seemed on the verge of exploding, which used to be Jane’s proud breasts. They had now assumed a shape that could not have been though as possible on a human being. They were so large and swelled that they hid the Tattooer’s face.
"Stupid Cunt, Beauty Bitch! This is your punishment for using bad speech on me or talk without clear permission. We're going to drive for a very long time and you will enjoy the beauty of this Nigga's disgusting peds. Ahh... and one more thing! Every pissing or shitting might fall on the other cunts below you, so take it under consideration." Dhonko said and laughed.
"Guys! Time to go, prepare for leaving!" he ordered and his men knew their task well. Chinese left the truck and right after he returned about three minutes later a loud bang shook the vehicle. Nina and Renata shrieked, Jane kicked out tugging on Trixie's and Aurelia's nose hardly.
"We've just blown up Stupid Cunt's car and the corpse, we never leave traces behind us." Dhonko laughed and hinted to his men. "Let's roll. Nigger, you're guarding the fore section, White, the aft is yours." he ordered. White, Dhonko and Chinese left the rear section through the door which led to the front of the truck, White took place in an empty cage and lit a cigarette.
"We're going to roll over 12 hours, bitches. Enjoy the trip and don't struggle too much, you will need your strength later." he said, the lorry's powerful engines came alive and they departed. None of the girls knew what their destination was, but they all felt it was a highway to Hell.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter V - The road to Ashagen
The highway to Hell was paved with pain cobblestones, as the prisoners immediately found out. Every bump in the road sent Jane swinging widely and her legs jerked on the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. The tugging on their raw septum caused incredible agony. At first, this just made them grunt and moan in pain, but after a dozen of such yanks, both girls were convinced that Jane was actually jerking her legs on purpose to punish them. Aurelia kept glaring upwards, trying to meet Jane’s eyes and order her to stop her cruel game.
Jane was lost in her own sufferings and, almost out of her mind, she could not think about what was happening at the tip of her big toes. She was bouncing, swinging and twisting at the end of her pain-filled breasts and was screaming continuously. Every bump gave her the impression that her boobs were going to be torn from her chest, which proved to be much more resilient than she was expecting. At first, she had tried to prevent her legs from jerking too much, but soon the pain had been so high that she had just forgotten that anything else existed. She was but a writhing and shrieking piece of meat hanging from the ceiling.
At the other end of her body, the faces of the two caged girls were jerked left and right and up and down by their pierced noses. Aurelia had no way of preventing the unpredictable yanks nor to resist them. Moreover, the same bumps that caused Jane to swing her legs, were also making her to buck on the cage floor bars. They were pressing harder and harder into her shins. Similarly, her knees were alternatively pulled and hammered back into the corners of the cage. Now that her cage had been hoisted over Nina’s one, her feet had gained some room to move and were now hanging partly in the space between their two boxes.
If there was any opening in the truck, it had probably been closed tight as there seemed to be no fresh air at all. The metal trunk was heating fast under the hot desert sun and the atmosphere inside it was getting unbreathable. Even White, who was not in any discomfort, had removed his T-shirt and his shoes to keep only his shorts, and he was sweating anyway. The poor prisoners, all naked as they were, were sweating like fountains, both from the heat and from the pain and exertion. It formed a strange cascade. The sweat could be seen forming in every black, filthy crook of Jane’s writhing body and then rolling down her ribs, her hips and her legs. From her toes, it dripped on Aurelia’s and Trixie’s faces and mixed with their own perspiration. Finally, sweat rained on the heads and bodies of the two lowest girls. With their necks and wrists encircled in their cage lids, Nina and Renata could not protect nor wash their faces.
After one hour of such driving, all girls were moaning and crying continuously. Their mouths and lips were dry and parched. They all hated each other, as if they were adding to each other's plight.
Aurelia’s body was throbbing with cramps and pain. The tightness of the cage allowed her very little room to move or flex her limbs. Her muscles were trembling from idleness. Her limbs were twisted into unnatural positions. Her back was kept arched because she had to keep her neck straight through the hole in the lid. Skin and bones were pressing against the bars on all sides, causing her flesh to chafe and burn. Sweat was gathering and fermenting in the crook of her articulations, causing unbearable itching. Her shins, resting directly on the bars, were the source of continuous and acute pain, which her only mean to alleviate was by lifting her body half a centimetre by pulling on her trapped wrists. This position could not be kept for more than one minute or two as it caused increasing pain in her chain-noosed wrists. All these sufferings forced her to oscillate constantly from one painful position to another even crueller. When the new position became unbearable, she had the choice to switch to a third one, or to revert to the previous, if her muscles had rested enough. It did not take long for all positions to be equally painful and her life became even more terrible. Seeing how the other prisoners were too wiggling constantly in their cages, Aurelia guessed they were submitted to the same tortures.
The young spy did not have anymore to fake pain and fear as she was deep in despair and agony. It even occurred to her that she could hasten her death by announcing her real job. But would it really hasten anything? Would not these monsters torture her even more? To distract her mind from the suffering, Aurelia tried to gather some information from Trixie. With the noise caused by the engine and by the moans of the other girls, she could easily whisper without risk to be heard by their warden.
“Pssst, Trixie! Do you know where they are driving us?” she whispered, hoping that Trixie could mumble in spite of her macabre gag. Trixie's eyes met with Aurelia's. The dark-haired woman had something strange deep in her pupils. It might be the first sign of insanity. Although Aurelia had taken advanced psychology courses, the situation they were in was far more extreme than what had ever been presumed by her teachers. Trixie slightly shook her head, even those tiny movements made Jane's toenail tug on her septum.
"Dddbbhhhssss fhhoocknnggg bhhhhssstrrrdddssssss..." Trixie moaned behind her gag, and then she started to cough, long and roughly. She missed the pace of chewing on the severed cock and something went the wrong way into her oesophagus. She kept on coughing harder and harder, her once proud eyes were bulging from their sockets and tiny veins burst in her eyeballs spreading red blobs all around her eyes. Suddenly the coughing got even more intense and Trixie vomited a second time... through her nose again. The liquid that spurted out of her nostrils was a mix of brownish and yellowish substance. It contained small pieces of unidentified material that could be her dinner or the remains of Jake's cock. The puke covered Trixie's gag and also Jane's foot, but even Aurelia's beautiful face got sprayed with several drops. Trixie's face turned blue but finally she managed to catch some fresh air through her bubbling nostrils and she fought for long minutes to collect enough oxygen.
Aurelia was appalled by the predicament Trixie was in. She feared that the former queen was going to die under her eyes. She could not help her though. Every struggle Trixie made was propagated to Jane’s tearing toe nail, causing the black girl to shake her legs, which punished in turn Aurelia’s own nose. She moaned, her face tugged left and right by the thrashing, stinking black foot.
Horrendous sounds emerged from Trixie's throat and the convulsing coughs made Jane shake again, but eventually both women calmed down enough to stop hurting each other for a while. Trixie finally looked into Aurelia's eyes and shook her head again signalling to the other prisoner “leave me alone”. White examined what had happened and found it funny. He slapped playfully Trixie's face.
"Ohhh you cunt, it seems messing yourself is your hobby!" he laughed, before returning to his place.
The hellish trip continued. The pretty bodies were shaking in misery inside the small cages. The solid metal bars cut into flesh and bones. Gravitation pulled from below and the grates pushed from above, torturing the fragile female flesh. Knees and shins were hurting, knee-caps were throbbing, bent waists were numb from the unnatural position. Tender soles were pushed against cold metal and luscious toes were bruised against the iron. Breasts were pressed against thighs and deformed into shapeless fat bags. Iron grids drew web onto throbbing, white backs. Backward forced necks cramped shoulders and jaws, made breathing difficult. An awful stench filled the air and attacked sensitive noses. Fear and desperation poisoned foggy minds. The lorry was heading towards an unknown destination; the uncertain future was almost as bad as the pain.
No one knew how much time had passed. Three hours or maybe four? The girls in the lowest level were silent most of the time. Renata cried out sometimes when she struggled too much and the fresh blood awoke her numb nerves. Trixie was chewing and chewing all the time, some drops of disgusting, yellowish liquid had found their way through the duct-tape and dribbled down her chin. She was pale and perspiration covered her burnt forehead, her eyes were begging but only Aurelia could see her silent pleas. Jane was hanging half-conscious and she moaned hoarsely and screamed out regularly and woke up for short kicking and struggling periods. The rings connecting her toenails with Trixie's and Aurelia's nose were tugging her feet back all the time, but the stretching made the caged women's nose bleed and also loosened the tissues that connected the big, thick nails to her toes. After several renewed kicking, the roots of her toenails were bleeding slightly, some drops of blood had fallen onto the faces of the ringed women. Jane lost her consciousness again and again. Her body was strong and although stimulants had been injected into her veins, her mind was beyond the limits of sanity.
The stench in the truck was getting nauseating. It was a mix of sweat, filth, vomit and fear hormones. The temperature had climbed to 35°C, causing all trapped bodies to shine under a thick layer of sweat. The prisoners were getting very thirsty, but none of them had yet dared to attract attention on her by asking for something to drink. Every 20 minutes, White and Black switched their place to refresh in the front, air-conditioned section of the truck. But in spite of that, they too were sweating profusely, making them irritable.
White was snoring peacefully on top of an empty cage. He whispered something while he was dreaming. Suddenly a pleasant melody filled the air, and a woman started to speak, her voice was nice and young, coming from high-quality loudspeakers.
"My dearest ladies and boys! Welcome on board of our collector truck. I hope you are enjoying your stay" she giggled in a tinkling tone. "My name is Jennifer, Jennifer Bright. I will be your... let's say… tourist guide on your way to Ashagen. All you need to know about me is that I am the most famous presenter of Ashagen's local TV channel and I've been living in Ashagen for eight years now. Some of you might meet me personally, I can hardly wait." she giggled again. "Ashagen is located somewhere deep in a desert. Our beautiful city was founded by an Arabian millionaire about ten years ago. Ashagen is hidden from most of the world's citizen, neither is it indicated on maps, nor even does it exist officially. Ashagen is a place where untold horrors are born, where the Globe's forbidden pleasures take place. Ashagen is a heaven for sadists and a hell for their unfortunate victims. For you! " the woman laughed. "Only a select few can ever see the city, mainly rich and evil peoples with their companions are allowed to enter this place of never-ending screams. Ashagen has about 20,000 citizens; most of them belong to the household of rich peoples who have their own palaces here.
Slavery is legal in Ashagen; actually the city was founded for giving a place to the modern world where slavery is not only accepted but the basic root of the society. Ashagen has more than 30.000 slaves, and almost all of them are enslaved against their will. Do you find any similarity with yourselves? The rotation of the slaves is extremely fast, more than 300 slaves die daily inside the city, making Ashagen the major buyer of the Earth's illegal slave markets.
We have fun here. All night and all day. Probably you won't find Ashagen too funny, but who cares about your desires? Please, do not think of yourself as a human being anymore. Not even as a living being. Think of yourselves as a tool or a toy, whose only purpose is to entertain Ashagen's citizens. Slaves do not have rights here. Actually, they don't have anything beyond their more-or-less attractive body, which can, and ultimately will, be destroyed.
The average lifetime of our slaves is about 100 days, but if you are lucky, you’ll leave this wonderful world much earlier. Some slaves can make it for years as favourite pets or yielded minions, but mostly class-one slaves have such luck. Class-three slaves are lucky ones, their average lifetime is only about two weeks after their arrival. Well yes, the arrival. You will be sent to the slave market where Ashagen's citizens can buy you. Your new masters and mistresses will decide of your fate, but please don't entertain too much hope. Most slaves end in private torture chambers. It is said Ashagen has more than two thousands different kinds of torture chambers altogether. We use every possible way to hurt human bodies that has ever been tried by creative torturers during history. You will find here citizens who love western role-plays and masters of Indian torture methods, but we also have SS prisons and medieval chambers. History is great, it was my favourite subject at school!
We organize weekly the famous and beloved Pain-bringer Games and the Final Scream Games as well. Some of you will have the chance to enter one of our lovely arenas. Our citizens love to play and also taking bids, so some of you might survive for a longer period there. If any of you were wounded but still useful or if your owners should get bored of you, you will find yourself in the Mengele Medical Centre. In one wing, slaves are healed just to be able to bear more pain, while in the other wing our skilled doctors help the human kind by working on useful experiments. They don't need rats...
You can try to escape, but as you know, we implanted a microchip into your body, so our satellites can easily follow you wherever you go. Runaway slaves have to face our hunting squadrons, and they DO love hunting. After your recapture and if still alive, you will be given back to your owner, who surely will be very upset. Generally, escape attempts mean more pain, but somehow there are always slaves who want to try.
That's all for now, I wish you a great tour in Ashagen with a quick death. Unfortunately for you, death comes rarely so fast and easily in our wonderful city. Enjoy!" the voice finished and a low crack indicated that the "introduction" was over. Stunned silence filled the truck. Even Jane remained silent as she digested what had been heard. All women were shocked.
Aurelia had managed to force her screaming mind to concentrate on what had been said. And now, she was trying to sort all the information she had been fed with. For a trained spy, there was plentiful of matter to extract from this speech. The first thing she was considering was the location of Ashagen. It was the most important information she wanted to gather. Mentally, she traced a circle of about 12h of driving around Carrick City and compared it to her mental map of North America. According to this, Ashagen was probably somewhere in the middle of the Chihuahan desert, in Mexico. The Agency’s satellite and remote-controlled aircraft would have to explore this region. A town of 50’000 citizens would not escape their attention for long. But of course, she would have to find a way to transmit this information to her superiors. She was confident about this point. This was her specialty: breaking free of any bondage and improvise communication links.
The main problem would be to find Jessica among 30’000 slaves… supposing she was still alive. Also, her time to complete the mission would be limited. 100 days. This was long enough for her to gather everything she needed, if she managed to break free from her owner fast enough.
Then, she would have to be extracted by the Agency. A difficult operation in a foreign country. She might have to resort to run through the desert. Despite what had just been said, she knew she could succeed running away. She had been trained in survival in all kind of environment, including deserts. She knew how to find water and food in the most arid places, and how to erase her traces. She would just have to find a way to kill the signal emitted by her implant. To this question she would turn in due time however. The issue at hand was now to survive the trip to Ashagen, and if no water was provided in the next few hours, this might prove difficult…
More long hours of sweltering travel passed. Whenever Billy woke up he started to squeal when he realized how much pain he was in, but the slaver in charge knocked him out all the time. Obviously they did not know whether Billy was to survive the trip or not. Class-three slaves were seemingly cheap and unimportant components. Jane's treatment was similar. All the other girls were tortured and treated roughly but none of them had been ruined so severely as the poor black woman.
At some point, White returned carrying a jerry-can. He stood in front of the moaning tower of suffering female flesh and announced, "Okay girls, it's time for some drink. I will be a nice guy and help you to adapt yourself to Ashagen's fashion. The city is in the middle of a fucking huge desert. Water is expensive in deserts. Slaves don't deserve to be fed with expensive materials, thus many of the slave owners only give them recycled H2O. No need to worry though. Thirsty as you must be by now, you will find the content of this can as delicious as manna." He laughed.
Opening the jerry-can, he placed the end of a hose into the can and sat on his heels by Nina's cage. He tucked the tube through the bars until its end reached Nina's lip.
"Take it in and slurp. You have 10 seconds..." he said and the dark-haired girl sucked on the hose between her sensuous lips. She started to suck making gurgling, wet sounds and did not stop until White yanked the tube out of her lips, laughing.
"Hey... you're a real vacuum cleaner!" he laughed. "It's always so sexy watching you pigs drinking on my and my buddies' piss." He lifted the jerry-can, placing it by Aurelia's head. "Hope you're ready, Beauty Bitch. Seems you lost a lot of moisture in the last hours." Smiling, he held the hose in front of the girl's face, and a yellowish drop of the thick liquid dripped from the end.
Aurelia could not suppress a grimace of disgust at the foul smell that emanated from the can and at the idea of what it contained. She was so thirsty though that she welcomed the moisture eagerly. She put her parched lips around the filthy tube and sucked as fast she could. The taste was horrid, acrid, salty and warm. It seemed as if their captors had collected their piss since days and let it boil in the sun to concentrate. She doubted it would extinguish her thirst but it was better than nothing. She gulped the foul liquid fast so as not to let it linger on her tongue. The tube was torn from her mouth much too soon. It left but bad taste behind and the urgent need for more. She began to retch and had to fight the urge to puke the little moisture she had managed to swallow.
White provided the stinky piss to Renata too. He was wicked enough to shove the hose into Trixie's nostril while lifting the jerry-can up until the foul liquid poured directly into her throat. Trixie already had difficulties with breathing, but blocking her air supply again made her struggle hard. Eventually she managed to swallow most of the piss. White did not bother with Jane or Billy. Human piss was too good to be wasted on class-three slaves.
The travel went on and on. The poor girls were moaning continuously. The short sip they had been given was much too small for the intense heat that was reigning in the truck and they went dizzy from dehydration. They began to moan in coarse voices for more water. This was Black’s turn and he waited some more for the moaning to increase. When the girls began to moan for water in spite of their terror, it was the signal that they were really desiccated. By the way, they still had a long way to go and they would not survive without more water. Finally he stood up and brought back a 10-liter bucket filled with some liquid.
“Here, you see, we are not that bad” he said. “Here is some more of the same nectar, two-week of age. You should thank us for being so thoughtful. Moreover, this time to spice it a bit, with have collected all the cum we have jerked off during this trip, thinking to you.”
All the girls grimaced at these words, but still stared at the bucket with eager eyes.
“But this time, we will proceed somewhat differently as don’t want to waste my time serving each of you individually.” He continued. “You will all drink directly from the bucket. But first, I have to change a few things.”
He pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and approached from Trixie. “Puuuh! Your mouth stinks like a dead cow! Don’t you ever wash your teeth?” he mocked her. And indeed, by now, the dead cock on which the poor girl had been chewing for hours had begun to rot in the hot atmosphere, emitting an atrocious stench. He punched the screwdriver several time in the tape that covered Trixie’s mouth, piecing as many holes in it. “Here, you should be able to get some drink through these.”
Then he climbed on the cages, his shoes just inches from Aurelia’s and Trixie’s face. He pulled a roll of plastic tape and wrapped it several time around the lower part of Jane’s head, sealing her mouth shut. He then hooked the bucket above the skull of the now gagged Black girl. There was a small faucet protruding from its bottom, which he opened enough to let a trickle of piss pour down over Jane’s bald scalp. The eyes and the nostrils of the girl widened as she realised she would be unable to drink any of it.
The piss flowed down Jane’s head and face, then along her torso, between her breasts, along her panting belly. From there, some dripped from her crotch directly to the floor, but the greatest part followed her legs to her feet. There Aurelia and Trixie had a chance to collect it. Aurelia opened her mouth wide to get as much piss as she could gather. However, it was not trickling directly into her mouth but on her nose, to which Jane’s toenail was connected. Therefore, most of the piss was lost on her face and continued its way down her own squatting body. She could feel it flowing down her sweat-layered skin to drip from her crotch and her legs onto Nina. The girl could move her head more freely than Aurelia, but the piss was dripping from so many place that she could not collect them all.
Black roared with a deep laugh, looking how the girls were wriggling to collect the stale liquid that was cascading on their filthy bodies. He sat on Billy’s cage and admired the show for the whole 20 minutes that the bucket took to empty. By that time, every girl had managed to collect a few mouthful of piss mixed with sweat and filth, with the exception of Jane who had seen all the liquid to flow over her parched but taped mouth.
The slaves had lost all notion of time when finally the truck came to a stop. They had been rolling for about 10-16 hours as per Aurelia's estimation. Two minutes had passed and the ramp was opened. Harsh light and hot air filled the truck, but the stench eased within seconds and even the dry and hot air felt good. Soon all the slavers got to their slaves and they started to separate them. The rings connecting septa to toenails were opened and removed. All of the cages were placed onto small wheeled trays and finally Jane was also stuffed into a cage like the other girls. All the women were at the threshold of their sanity and they were completely unable to say anything or even follow closely what was happening to them. One by one the cages were rolled out of the truck. When Aurelia's cage reached the open air, she had to close her eyes as the sun was shining so brightly that, after the dim truck box, it hurt her eyes.
The sky was clear without a single cloud. All around the horizon there was nothing else to see but sand. They were in the middle of some kind of camp. Half a dozen of trucks were waiting. Men similar to their slavers were all around walking and talking. Mercenary-looking guards were patrolling with machine-guns on their shoulder. Lots of rolling cages with prisoners in them were placed around under the hot sun. The camp was aloud from moaning and rough jokes. Right in the middle a grey freighter airplane was standing with the well-known sign of the Red Cross. The cargo hold door was open and the encaged prisoners were rolled into the plane and the workers returned with empty trays.
Dhonko showed up and caressed Aurelia's forehead.
"It's time to say good bye, Beauty Bitch. I hate the rule that we're not allowed to fuck the shit out of you, but I have to follow my orders. Maybe we will meet later in Ashagen, if you can make it long enough." he grinned. “But I want to leave you a souvenir, at least for the length of the travel.”
With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already half erected. He began to jerk off, the tip of his rapidly growing cock just above Aurelia’s head. The poor girl was helpless to prevent what she knew was going to happen. She could smell the musky, sweaty, nauseating stench coming from the cock, whose head was just a few inches from her face. After a couple of minutes, she saw Dhonko getting stiff and long bursts of warm sperm landed over her face, covering her eyes and soaking her hair. The black slaver whipped her softening cock over her face, streaking it with more cum. He then let burst another roaring laugh and left Aurelia alone.
The workers did their task very efficiently and the number of cages around decreased at a rapid pace. When Aurelia was rolled into the plane she realised that the plane was designed for only one purpose: carrying hundreds of cages to an unknown destination. Against the walls, a special frame was settled and the slave cages were inserted into stable slots four level high. It was hard to estimate the number of cages but Aurelia estimated it to amount to about three hundreds. She lost sight of all the other slaves collected by Dhonko's team and found herself placed into a slot with total strangers around her, mainly young girls, who were moaning in their cages. All of them were secured in the same manner as herself. After the short relief provided by the change of vehicles, the awful stench and smell of fear had returned, only in an even larger dose. Sweat-covered bodies, bleeding noses and “SoA” slave brands were all around in the hot cargo hold. Aurelia felt like she was poultry in a Kentucky Fried Chicken's farm.
After all the cages had been stored, the cargo hold's door was slowly closed, and total darkness fell onto the hundreds of suffering slaves. Big, powerful engines came alive and the aircraft started to shake. Five minutes later they started to roll and Aurelia could feel the lifting in her stomach when the plane finally left the ground. A long flight ensued. Hundreds of kidnapped women started to whisper in utter terror.
"My God! I can't stand this any more! Let me out! Please someone, let me out!"
"Huurt... my knees huuurrt so much... Help! Heeeeeelp!"
"Stupid wench, you pissed on me! I’ll gouge your eyes out!"
"My daughter! Haven't you seen my daughter? Long blonde hair, seventeen years old. She must be here somewhere!"
"We are going to die! We are all going to die! I don't want to die!"
"I'm sorry... so sorry... I couldn't resist... Had to shit..."
Aurelia had thought that the travel in the truck was hell, but now she realised she had been wrong. Now she was truly in hell. The cacophony in the dark hold was deafening. The air was thick with the stench of so many human beings packed in so narrow a space. This reminded her of the slave ships of the 18th century, except that the slaves had then had the luxury of being able to lie down, stretch all their length and see some light. Here, every slave was folded and squeezed in as cramped a space as possible. And then the cages were packed as close as possible without endangering the merchandise. Aurelia’s face was thus pressed against the bars forming the floor of the cage just above us. She could feel the shins and feet of her upper neighbour through the holes between the bars. She could feel her sweat dripping on herself, as her own sweat was no doubt dripping on the one she could feel under her own toes. From time to time, a stream of urine added to the foul rain, whenever an anguished slave could not suppress the urge anymore.
The noise caused by the engines and the cries of the slaves was such that it was impossible to communicate something else than distress and agony. Aurelia would not have been in a state for discussing anyway. She was but a ball of cramped fear and agony. She barely realised that she was been shipped far away, to a completely unknown destination.
The flight was long and the smell of fear and total desperation sneaked into the heart of every female and male encaged in the cargo hold. It was cold in the cargo hold, but the crowded bodies produced so much warmth. After long hours, some workers came into the cargo section and, using bailers, gave water - real water - to the slaves, pouring a full load into the thirsty, dried, gaping mouth of the suffering women. It was not much but had proven to be enough for the cargo to survive the long trip.
Aurelia could not feel her limbs anymore. Or rather, all sensation had been replaced by a latent pain, that exploded in a flash of agony whenever a weak squirm allowed some blood to rush into a long forgotten nerve. She believed she was going to get mad. She would never have thought it was possible to hurt so much without dying. But it could. And the travel seemed to have no end. The trepidations of the plane were embedding the cage bars deeper and deeper in her filthy, sweaty flesh. She realised she was moaning continuously, as all other prisoners were.
End of Part One
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
PART TWO – Welcome to Ashagen
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Chapter VI.a - Arrival to Ashagen
When the aircraft finally landed after more than 10 hours of flying, everybody was thirsty like hell again, and the dumb pain throbbing in the encaged bodies had driven several slaves to madness. Finally the door opened and sunlight blinded the slaves. Aurelia’s cage was removed from its slot and rolled out among the firsts, to a huge asphalt square. The sun was high above her head. Behind her the plane was parking, at the other side of the square a large, open gate led to a city. The air was dry and hot and the asphalt radiated so much heat that Aurelia started to sweat in a matter of seconds.
The city had some taller buildings as she could figure out rest of the houses were smaller or at least short, two or three levels in general. Workers were running around wearing clothes that reminded Aurelia period costumes. They were like servants from a movie played in Roman times, on the back of their tunic she could read the fancy letters: Ashagen.
Aurelia’s dazzled mind tried to work, to guess where they had landed. But the pain throbbing in her cramped body was such that she could not focus on anything else. She was reduced to a state of human wreck.
Aurelia was rolled into a van together with her former companions excluding Billy. She had no idea of how it had been possible to collect the same group together so fast after being separated during the flight; it must have had something to do with the chips implanted in their bodies. All the others were alive and Trixie still had her gag, so Jake's cock must be still rotting inside her mouth. Though, as she caught Trixie's facial expression, she realised that she wasn't chewing anymore, so she might have managed to swallow it all. None of them said a single word. They just acknowledged the fact that they were together again. They were placed in two rows inside the windowless van, the door was closed and they drove again together with two middle aged men in Ashagen's servant suit.
"How was your flight, slaves?" asked the taller, black haired man and he examined the girls' faces one by one. Nobody dared to answer. "What a well-behaving little team we have." he said and took seat on the lid of Aurelia's cage.
"I am the servant of Lord Adamar, who is one of the most famous slave traders in Ashagen. Lord Adamar paid good money for the collectors to have you here and he want to receive even more money on the slave market when selling you. This means two things. First, you must look as sexy and fresh as possible, so we'll wash you and even let you to rest in a bit more comfortable position. Tomorrow you will be displayed on the market. Second, you must attract the customers so we require you to behave as a true slave must. We want you to look sad and terrified. Your fear wakes up the needs for you in sadistic peoples. As we have had some lack of slave supply last week, you'll be sold within one day, I have no doubt. If not, the slave who couldn’t attract a customer will be sold to the Mengele Medical Clinic, which is not a fate I would suggest. I want to hear if you understand, one by one." he finsihed and started at Nina.
"I understood... sir." replied the girl. "Yhe... yhesss sir... yesss..." cried Renata. "Mmgghhh uuhhmmmm..." Trixie nodded. "Understood understood." whined Jane, she was in really bad shape. “Understood”, moaned Aurelia.
"Good. Now, I want to be sure you will behave as good slaves without causing any trouble. The rules are simple. Follow the orders. EVERY order, without hesitation. Do not speak unless you are asked. The simplest resistance means punishment, and you don't want to be punished in Lord Adamar’s house, believe me." he said, and the women soon had some picture of what punishment meant at the slave trader.
The van arrived in ten minutes to its destination and the door was opened. The cages were rolled out into a large, green garden. Despite the desert climate, the garden was rich, covered with healthy, meaty grass. All around palms, neatly cut bushes and colourful flowers grew, three bright white fountains spurted water in the air. Naked sirens, angels, and horned demonesses created different scenes on the top of the fountains. A huge, white, mottled building rounded the beautiful garden. An older but still muscular man was waiting for the slaves, wearing a fancy, white toga and uncountable golden jewels. At his feet three collared women were kneeling, their leather leashes led to the man's left hand.
Aurelia was frightened at the sight of the three women. At first glance, she was not quite sure if they were females but after a short inspection she had to realize they were unfeminized women. They were slaves, as the ugly burned marking on their forehead showed their status. Their skins were olive, they looked like Latinas. All of the three women had lost their breasts. Their chests were flat, and X shaped seams indicated the place where their breasts should have been. They were bald, their lips were filled up grotesquely making their mouth unnaturally big, giving them a constant O-shaped mouth. The lips could not be closed anymore but formed an almost round hole, all of them drooling like idiots. They had no teeth; their mouth was modified into an innocuous fucking hole.
"Release the new slaves!" the man ordered and released the leashes. The three women got on their feet and headed towards the cages. Their movement was strange and as one of them stepped to Aurelia's cage she had a closer inspection of the reasons. The woman had neither big nor pinky toe, and those amputations crippled her stable balance. This made Aurelia to curl her own toes in horror. At first sight Aurelia though that a dildo was inserted into her vagina, but from at very close sight she had to realize that the finger wide rod was inserted directly into her urethra. The back of her legs, her ass-cheeks and her back were like bloodless raw meat, not a single original spot remained there, as if she had been whipped and caned continuously. A callus covered all of the back of her body. The brand mark on her forehead was strange and confusing, and Aurelia soon figured out she wore two brands. The smaller one was a usual and healed class-two sign, and it was overwritten by a much bigger class-three sign, it was still leaking some tissue liquids.
At this, in spite of her fuzzy mind, Aurelia realised that slave class was not permanent. At least, it was always possible to go down the ladder. She shivered at the thought. She also realised there was no horror these men were afraid from committing. And there were horrors that no amount of chirurgic would ever fix. If ever she was reduced to such a state, she would be a cripple for all her life, even after the Agency had rescued her. She decided she would have to complete her mission in a matter of days in order to run no risk.
The horribly-modified woman freed Aurelia's wrists first, then she unlocked the padlock and opened the lid. Without any explanation - and Aurelia was quite sure she was totally unable to speak any coherent word - she grabbed Aurelia's shit-, piss-, cum- and sweat-covered red mane, and started to pull upwards. Soon another woman arrived for giving a helping hand, she slid her fingers under Aurelia's armpits and slowly raised the girl out of her cage. Both women were moaning as veins bulged in their necks, but within 30 seconds they managed to tip Aurelia's cramped and numb body over the cage's edge. Aurelia fell on the silky grass, unable to move any of her limbs to ease the fall, and laid there panting.
Aurelia was moaning in pain as the blood was slowly filtering back to her limbs and extremities. She was lying completely paralysed on the thick lawn, writhing. She was flexing her fingers and toes, trying to recover the use of her body.
All the others were released from their cages soon and five cramped women were writhing on the emerald green lawn. None of them was yet able to stretch her limbs but laid there moaning in almost foetal positions. As their heart started to pump blood into the numb places through their bloodstreams, renewed pain hit the limbs and joints as if they were on fire. Pitiful sobs and hoarse whispers fought over the garden. One of the service slaves grabbed Trixie's duct-tape and with a harsh yank she tore it from the fallen queen's mouth. Aurelia was lying just to the right of Trixie, and as soon as Trixie opened her disgustingly recolourized, excretion-covered mouth, an awful stench hit Aurelia's still sensitive nostrils. The man stood over the two women and looked at Aurelia.
"Why was her mouth taped?" he asked from the young spy, his eyes were smiling.
Aurelia looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “Our captor cut the cock of one of her body-guards and shoved it in her mouth. The tape was here to prevent her from spitting it” she answered, hoping that, by collaborating, she would earn a better treatment. She was longing for the period of rest that had been promised to them, looking forward to it to begin her mission.
"I see... Dhonko, you're such a bad mash!" he told to himself and smiled. "If that's the case I believe you want to share that taste with your girlfriend." he said. "Now crawl to her and I order you to kiss this class-two. I want to see a very long, wet snuggling. With passion. I want to feel that you're a tiger and have only one goal in your life; to devour her." he addressed his order to Aurelia and smiled again.
When Aurelia turned her head to see Trixie, the fallen queen smiled too. Her smile was evil, almost snarling, hatred and revenge were burning in her dark eyes. She licked her lips, showing hairs from Jake's cock and small chunks of unrecognizable tissues on her tongue.
It took Aurelia several seconds to understand the situation she had just been thrown into. Trixie’s face was probably the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, and the idea of kissing another woman was almost as terrible. But she also remembered very well the instructions they had been given in the van. Refusing to obey would bring her more torture and would maybe prevent her from doing her mission. As she reflected, she could feel all eyes focused on her.
She felt a kick in her kidneys. “Do it now!” barked the man.
Without procrastinating any longer, Aurelia decided to comply. She forced her arms to unfold a little, screaming from the pain it caused to her knotted muscles and joints and dug her fingers into the short grass. She managed to crawl closer to Trixie, whose face showed a mix of triumph and pain.
Their faces were now but centimetres apart. From there, the stench was even stronger. Trixie passed her tongue over her lips and parted her lips and what was meant as a sensuous expression. Aurelia suppressed a retch and got neared, closing her eyes and trying to forget the foul smell expelled by Trixie’s breath. She pressed her own parched lips against Trixie’s. The taste was even fouler. She felt Trixie’s tongue invading her mouth. This wicked, vicious lesbo was enjoying this! This disgusted Aurelia even more. She endeavoured to kiss Trixie back, trying to fake passion. She felt Trixie’s fingers grabbing the back of her skull and pressing her tighter against her sweat-covered face. She clenched her eyes tight. At least, Trixie was putting passion in this embrace. She hoped it would satisfy the man.
Trixie proved to be more than eager as her dominant, passionate kisses became wilder and wilder. She did what she wanted to do since she had glimpsed Aurelia, and despite her aching muscles she slicked her filthy body against Aurelia's. Trixie's fingernails scratched Aurelia's neck from behind as their lips were pushed harder and harder against each other, her long and foul tongue exploring Aurelia's oral cavity. Trixie bit the agent's lips, hard, making it bleed and slurped the tiny wound out devouring on Aurelia's blood.
The secret agent was soon overwhelmed by Trixie’s passion, feeling disgusted by the invasion of her mouth and by the strong smell, by the sweaty touch of their naked skins, by the stench emanating from their hairs. She felt the urge to push the lesbian away but she resisted it. She could probably have overpowered her opponent, but this probably be taken as disobedience by the man. Thus, she left herself kiss and bite, responding with ambiguous moans.
"Hahaha..." laughed the man and landed a kick between the women's skulls, separating their heads. "Enough you horny whores! You're here to suffer not to enjoy!" he said with a simpering smile. The women were still unable to coordinate their movements, but Trixie managed to catch Aurelia's glimpse for a moment. She winked at the redhead and licked a blood-drop from her lip. Her eyes were burning in strange, demonic desire. She got mad, the inhuman treatment she had to bear during the trip seemed to have destroyed her sanity. Aurelia shivered. She did not want to be left alone with this fury as this would certainly turn to a fight, and she did not want to attract unnecessary attention on herself.
"Prepare them for the bath! I don't want their stench to infect my garden." the man said and the three terribly modified slaves started to pull the women towards a nearby building. Two of them grabbed the arms of Aurelia first and dragged her away. Aurelia was unable to use her legs or resist in any way and had to forbear the rough dragging as if she were a lifeless corpse.
"Okay guys, good work. Park the car and come back, I want you to be here when the sluts regain their strength." the man ordered and the two tunic-wearing minions nodded. "Yes, Lord Adamar. We'll be back in five minutes."
As she was dragged across the lawn, Aurelia tried to collect her senses. The episode with Trixie had at least allowed her to take some rest and let the most burning pain to fade a little. She gathered all her memories since she had been debarked from the plane. There was little she could use though. They were obviously in a warm country. She had been able to see the time on the man’s wrist clock: around 10 AM. From this information she tried to assess what would be the height of the sun over the horizon at noon and derive her approximate latitude. She evaluated it to lie between Libya and Angola, although she had yet no mean to decide whether it was north or south of the equator.
The slaves dragged Aurelia to a huge room. The floor, the walls and even the ceiling were covered with tiles. On the walls, chains were hanging from the ceiling with steel cuffs at their end. Aurelia's body was lifted by two slaves while the third cuffed her wrists. When they released Aurelia, her soles slapped against the cold floor, her legs couldn't bear her weight so she was hanging by her wrists; her ankles were bent under her as if she were a rag-doll. Soon the other girls were dragged into the room and hanged in the same fashion, forming a row. Finally Lord Adamar entered the room too.
"Time to take a bath and get clean. This will be a very refreshing experience. Slaves! Take soaps and work on the bitches until they're clean like my ass." he said and the three unfortunate cripples did as he wanted. The man pushed a button on the wall and suddenly steaming hot water splashed from holes right onto the head of the chained women. All of them started to scream together. The jet was very strong, hot enough to cause pain but not enough to burn them. The cripples seemed to get used to the strong water-jets as they stepped under the showers with soaps in hands and started to work on the girls.
Aurelia pulled on her arms, causing her shackles to dig into the flesh of her wrists. Her legs were still too full of cramps to support her weight and she was reduced to a ridiculous puppet hanging from its threads. This left her completely unable to avoid the treatments that were applied to her.
The slave started with Aurelia's head, pushing the frothing soap against her cheeks and she rubbed it over and over her face. She ignored every protest, didn't take care of her as it burnt Aurelia's eyes. She even pushed the soap between her lips and forced the slimy thing into Aurelia's mouth. The hot water changed in a second and suddenly icy cold water splashed over their head making the women scream again. The cruel soaping went on without break, the soulless cripple worked on Aurelia's head like she was a piece of furniture. Her long, red mane was washed again and again as the strong water-jet was hitting them continuously. When her whole head was clean and her eyes were burning, foam bubbled from her ears, mouth and even from her nostrils, the cripple continued her work on her body, she was rubbing her gorgeous breasts, her flat abdomen, her bruised back, washed around her pelvis. The temperature of the water changed again to steaming hot and awoke her dumb senses, Aurelia start to feel sharp pain again, everywhere in her tortured body.
The slave soaped her ass globes and, without any solidarity, she also pushed the soap against her sphincter. She kept pushing mercilessly until Aurelia's muscles gave up and the big oval soap slid into her rectum. The slave took another piece of soap and continued her work. She washed Aurelia's pussy until it was foaming like the jaw of a rabid pit-bull. She forced that soap into her vagina, reached deep stretching the agent wide, making her gaping for air as the inner pain struck. Aurelia was not quite sure what was happening in her crotch but she felt like the cripple fisted her and left the soap inside her.
The slave continued with her long, lean legs, washing any filth down that had been collected during the hellish trip. She even washed every toe and every finger individually, removing every little spot of dirt from under the nails with a rough brush. The water changed again and again, and Aurelia lost her sense of time. When she was finally clean, cleaner than ever before in her life, the slaves moved to another chained woman, leaving Aurelia alone under the changing water-jet. She shitted out the slowly melting soap from her ass and the one in her vagina also slid out a bit later. When finally, after at least one hour of continual splashing, the water was shut off, her skin was sensitive and softened.
Aurelia felt like her skin had been pealed off by the vigorous cleansing and rubbing. But the massage had also had the effect of helping the blood to circulate through her muscles, reviving her strength. Seeing that her mates were still dangling limply from their chains, she preferred to imitate them and not reveal her superior training and resilience. Moreover, appearing weaker than she really was, was one of the best moves to do when captured. This could induce her captors to underestimate her possibilities and do a mistake. Thus, in spite of the pain in her wrists and shoulders, she kept hanging by her arms.
However, as the washing of the other girls went along, she felt pain growing in her rectum and pussy. The big soap bars that had been forced in were taking their toll inside her, pressing on her inner walls, pushing on her bowels and irritating the tiny scratches her orifices had suffered. She could not help her inner organs to move and try to expel the intruders. It was difficult as the soap bars were quite thick and were pressing against each other through the thin wall of tissue between her rectum and her pussy. Eventually though, Aurelia felt a bar stretching her labia wide and suddenly it fell on the floor, leaving her sex wide agape and dripping liquid soap. A few seconds later, her ass expelled its intruder as well, in a more violent and noisier manner.
Lord Adamar walked in front of the girls and inspected the wet bodies one by one.
"You're clean now but still weak. And I want very alive slaves for tomorrow, so you will start soon your well deserved, active rest." he said and ordered his outdoor waiting men inside.
"Help the freaks and take the slaves to the ChainHell chamber! Call for some guards also, I don't want to lose any this time, I want good money for them!"
Quite soon two other men arrived. Both of them wore the same white tunic as the guards in the van but these people were more muscular and their face was actually brutal. They reminded Aurelia Dhonko's guys. The five naked women were released from the bath and all of them collapsed on the wet floor. They were all exhausted, and despite the rough cleansing they all felt more comfortable. Fatigue hit them as their last two days were passed in a state of never-ending suffering, and at the first chance where the constant pain eased for a movement they gave themselves to the seductive rest.
"Shit, don't let these whores sleep, men! Take them immediately!" Adamar shouted and every white girl was grabbed by a guard. They were pulled onto their trembling feet by their hairs - all guards used the same fashion of forcing the women - and they headed towards the door, dragged as they were still unable to stand or walk properly.
Aurelia continued to fake weakness despite the added pain it involved. Her scalp was in fire as she was yanked by her hair. Her legs were not completely relieved either and it was not too difficult for her to fake wobbliness as she followed the gorillas at a hesitant pace. As she walked doubled over, her big breasts were bouncing under her chest and she crossed her arms on them to stop the disagreeable sensation.
Adamar whistled to the mutilated slaves like they were dogs and they pulled the absolutely motionless Jane after the others. They passed long, nice corridors with hundreds of sculptures. Winged horses, beautiful mythical females of all kind fancied Adamar's house.
After a two-minute "walk" they entered a large room that was like a sinister gym at first sight. The room had no solid ceiling but a gigantic window let through the sunshine. Right below the glass roof, a complicated system of iron beams was seen with rails for the several chains hanging from them. The whole system seemed to be fully automated and the chains were able to move both horizontally and vertically all around the room. At the end of the chains, steel shackles or leather straps were attached. The place was very similar to the imagery of hell from the Hellraiser movies as the hundreds of chains were hanging there, some of them swung slowly and collided with metallic clangs.
"Slaves! This is our training room for newcomers when we want to bring them in shape, and for old furniture when we want them to suffer." Adamar said. "This mechanism was very expensive and requires regular maintenance, but it serves well. It is controlled by a heavy-duty computer which has countless programs for quickening the human body, for training the human body, and if I wish to torture or tear apart the human body." he explained in a cold voice. "Unfortunately, the computer's main operational system is a Microsoft product and we faced some minor malfunctions in the past. All malfunctions were lethal. You have value at this time so I really don't want to lose you, but there still exists a slight chance, I'm so sorry. Welcome to the ChainHell." he finished his introduction and nodded to his men. "Fasten the cunts. Leather straps this time, the survivors should remain as spotless as possible." he ordered.
The guards started to work and dragged Nina to the closest chain with leather straps. Her wrists were strapped individually to two different chains and the man repeated the process on her ankles too. "Workstation 17 is ready!" he reported and Adamar picked a small, calculator-like device from under his toga and started to type something with fast movements. Suddenly the winches came alive on the ceiling and Nina's chains raised up with loud clangs. First her arms were winched into the air and her ankles followed until she was raised from the floor and was floating about half a meter high. Poor Nina screamed and screamed again as the machine forced her into an X shape, she lost the ability to control anything again. She had become a marionette. Every muscle and tendon was outlined under her stretched skin. Her trembling body was obviously at the verge of dislocation, her joints elongated at a most painful length.
When her terrified screams lowered Adamar started to speak. "The machine scans your body, the length of your limbs so theoretically it is impossible to dislocate or tear your joints accidentally. Of course my commands are executed so I can do whatever I want to your weak body." he said and smiled.
Renata and Jane were fastened also to the hellish machine and raised in mid air. Their screams brought back the memories of the awful trip. Only Trixie and Aurelia remained free and the guards approached them to finish the preparations. Thoughts whirled through Aurelia's mind. Was that the right time and place for free herself? Was she strong enough for defeat five men? Could she take the risk to let Adamar use his diabolic machine on her?
Aurelia considered her options fast. She might have been able to cope with the four gorillas, provided they had no proper training in martial arts but were just what they looked like: crude, over-muscled brutes. But she was far from having recovered completely and fighting would doubtlessly attract a lot of unwanted attention on her. She doubted she would be able to run for long with half the estate’s guard on her heels. Knowing that Adamar hoped to get a high price for her at the auction, she was confident she would not be maimed by the machine.
She looked at the leather straps holding the other girls’ limbs. This would be the first time she would be bound with soft material since her abduction. If she were left alone in this room, she might be able to break free. Maybe during the night would she find an opportunity?
Aurelia did not resist when the men tightened the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She discretely clenched her fists and feet as they did their job, feigning being in pain. As they buckled the straps, this left a little more room around her joints. Far from enough to let her slip away directly, but every bit of freedom might prove useful later.
Once she had been readied, she felt the chains vibrating as the slack was slowly removed from them. Her arms were pulled over her head and separated while her feet were slid apart. Her body was lifted of the floor and her limbs stretched some more, putting her in a wide, obscene posture. The tension increased slowly and regularly as the computer was measuring her body. She contracted her muscles and resisted the traction with all the strength she could gather from her sore fibres, in the hope to fool the electronic sadistic brain in believing she was shorter than fore real. This too might be useful later.
Her arms and legs bulged and twisted in her efforts to resist the motors. Her abs formed a column of steel inside her belly. Her face was grimacing. Beads of sweat were pressed out of every pore in her skin as she resisted. The motors were humming loud as they pulled stronger and stronger. The calibration took a long time as the computer was obviously disturbed by the trembling of Aurelia’s limbs. It does not either dared to put to much strength, lest it would dismember her victim if she indeed was at the maximum of her stretching.
But Aurelia’s sore muscles were tiring rapidly. Millimetre by millimetre she felt her limbs pulled apart. Whenever an arm or a leg lost a little ground, the computer grabbed it avidly and did not let it go ever. It was like a cruel, four-fold tug-of-war. Aurelia was grimacing and moaning as she felt her limbs stretched relentlessly.
And suddenly it stopped. Aurelia was surprised. She was stretched, yes, but not as painfully as she could have been. She had succeeded in fooling the machinery, and in order to fool the humans looking at her, she kept her muscles clenched to fake complete extension, while grimacing and groaning as the other victims were doing. Her breasts were heaving fast as she was panting hard. Sweat was dripping from her taut body and her sex was gaping wide between her distended thighs.
After Trixie was too fastened to the machine, the guards stepped back and gave space for Adamar. The women were floating in mid-air, not too far from each other, Aurelia - maybe accidentally, maybe not - faced Trixie. Although stretched to the maximum the wicked woman smiled at her again and forced her crotch to protrude towards Aurelia. She didn't say a word but her obvious gestures were worth any word. She wanted her. For sex, and for any wicked game that could come to the mind of that insane fury. Fortunately, Trixie was not anymore in the status for gratifying her pleasures.
"Slaves! The first exercise will be some trampoline. Without elastic rubber of course, just you and the machine. This will speed up your heartbeat and rouse your muscles." Adamar said and pushed some buttons. The chains came alive and with scary noises the naked female bodies were pulled towards the ceiling. Frightened screams reverberated between the walls, Nina, Renata and Jane did their best as always. Trixie wasn't screaming but moaning only and despite the increasing tension in her limbs she was staring at Aurelia with wide open eyes, devouring on Aurelia's breasts, sex and face. They reached almost the ceiling, about 20 meters high.
Suddenly the chains got loose and the women fell. Shrieks of mortal fear filled the room. For one, very long second the chains let the limbs move free and the girls trashed around with great might during the fall. The floor sped towards them, their wide open eyes filled with utter terror, knowing the crash was close. Just before the last possible moment, the machine took charge and slowed the insane fall, the chains tugged on the women limbs and the bodies slowed down just to be stopped with an almost tendon-tearing yank right above the floor.
All women were laid horizontally, their faces were not more than 20 centimetres above the dirty floor. As Aurelia and Jane had the far largest breasts from the five slaves, their tits slapped against the floor causing harsh pain. They were simply too close and their hanging breasts laid on the floor when the crazy fall finally ended. Aurelia felt as she was able to lick the ground if she wanted. Trixie raised her head, her long black hair lifted from the floor. She stared at Aurelia and smiled, she was drooling like an idiot but her eyes were full of life.
"Shit, I was unaware of those huge udders." Adamar grinned. "Some more crash like that and we can serve the bloody pulps for dinner..." he murmured and made some changes. Both Aurelia's and Jane's chains holding their ankles rose until their bodies were at almost 30 degree with the floor. "This will keep your milk bags safe but the face remains as it should be" he said.
Adamar waited for some seconds and let the machine pull up the women again. The machine was programmed cruelly. This time they were not pulled so high but without any warning the fall started about middle height, totally unexpectedly. Screams and a big yank at the end again, Renata pissed herself. The process was repeated three more times, and the unfortunate slaves could never know when the chains would get loose and let them fall. The falls were hideous enough to make the girls cry and plead but the rough yanks at the end were even worse. It stretched every joint in their already tortured body to the limit where the pain totally overwhelmed the mind and all they could do was just gaping and screaming some moments later until the pain eased a bit in their limbs.
"It seems you are enjoying our little game here." Adamar said and grinned. One of the cripples was kneeling before him and the slave trader was slowly fucking her extremely big and obscenely modified, wet mouth. "We should make it a bit more exciting. I guess you are all fucking hungry." he said, and Aurelia felt her stomach answer... she was very hungry. Although during the bath she had been able to drink as much water as she could and the threat of dehydration had vanished she had not eaten anything for almost three days.
"I give you a chance for eating, bitches. It won't be too easy but if you're smart whores enough to fight for what you need. Survival is everything in Ashagen." he said and pumped his cock deep into the unfortunate slave's throat, cutting her air supply. The girl was heaving and her eyes bulged from their sockets, her face turned blue but Adamar finally decided to have mercy and with a disgusting wet sound, he let his cock out, giving the girl a chance to take a breath. Aurelia just discovered that a small bucket was under the girl's chin, whih was already half filled with the sticky saliva coughed up every time Adamar fucked her throat too deep or too long. The girl coughed up another gob of yellowish saliva, which landed into the bucket too. "And I don't want you to eat your dish without any lubrication, so I have already prepared some for you." he said and hinted to his men. Bring in the slave food, guys!"
Soon a plate was placed under the face of every woman, and the plates were full of bloody, raw, uncertain kind of chunks of meet. The women were raised higher and a guard poured some of the thick saliva over every plate.
"The rules are simple. Twenty falls, three seconds between the landing and lift off for every occasion. If you bend your neck you will easily reach the food. If you are good enough you can eat the whole. As you're hungry you should eat all. If any of you won't finish with her meal... well... I will take that as a refusal. You should prove me how much you appreciate my hospitality, whores. If you don't... I will be sad... and angry." he finished with a sadistic grin and the chains started to raise the girls higher and higher.
Aurelia braced herself for what was going to happen. Her shoulders were aching from the sever yanks they had already sustained, and there was going to be 20 more. Before she had time to reflect longer, she felt her heart heaving as she plunged once again towards the floor, her hair flowing above her. She stopped with a painful jerk that stretched once more very tendon and joint of her body and made her ample breasts to bounce, her nipples barely brushing the floor this time.
Before she had time to collect her mind and reach for the awful plate of meat that was just centimetres from her face, she felt lifted once more in the air. She stretched her neck desperately, trying to nibble at the meat but only succeeded in dipping her nose in the foul, sticky, rancid dressing that Adamar had just spread over the meal. She groaned with frustration and heard all the other girls uttering similar protests.
Again she suffered the anguishing hoist. The longer it took, the more time she had to recover, but also the scarier it was and the more painful the subsequent fall. Her stomach was groaning from hunger and she was drooling uncontrollably. She contorted her limbs, pulling on the chains to no avail.
And suddenly she was falling again. She could not get used to that mind-screwing feeling of falling to her death. Once again her body was jerked to a halt. She believed she had heard her joints creaking under the strain. She tried to reach down to the meal and managed to grab a bite just before being hoisted once again. As she was lifted in the air, she chewed on the foul matter. The taste of the regurgitated sperm was mixing with that of the rotten meat. It was making her belly to twist from disgust, but her hunger was so strong that she wolfed it all down before reaching the apex of the hoist.
And the process continued, fall after fall. Each cycle putting more strain on her arched spine and stretched joints. Whenever the fall was not too high, she managed to recover her mind fast enough to grab a mouthful of meat. Her face was covered with bloody and sticky juices.
At the end of the last fall, while her limp and cringing body was hoisted for the last time, her plate was still half full. But what she had managed to swallow was already beginning to strengthen her.
"Hahaha... you were really starving, slaves!" Adamar roared, he enjoyed the show really much. "It must be enough for today, I don't want you to get fat. Slender whores are more valuable these days. Whatever, you still need to move around until you recover your strength, your following owners might want to play with you already tomorrow so I will offer them meat in perfect shape." he pushed several buttons again and the machine did as was commanded. The girls were moved into a standing position and soon formed a row, Aurelia was facing Trixie's back at about half a meter distance.
"As I really want you to take an active part in your recovering we change a bit. The game is simple: I want you to kick the ass of the mate in front of you. The machine won't let you do that too easily, but it is possible to reach those shapely globes. Actually, once your foot gets close enough, the machine will let you kick freely so the kicks will be as hard as possible. My lovely computer is going to register the reacting force you evolve against the chains. If any of you attempts to fool me and doesn't do her best to reach the goal... I mean the ass before her... well, you really don't want to make me angry, do you cunts? By the way, take this as a contest. The computer will be measuring the force and the number of your kicks. The girl with the lowest impact will get a special reward…" And Adamar pushed the start button.
Aurelia felt the chain on her ankles tremble and pulling up. Her task was to reach forward with her feet but the metallic power deflected her efforts upwards, making her do some almost funny flinking movements instead of kicking right Trixie's white ass globes. She tried to understand the machine's trick and figure out how to land a kick on the wiggling bottom when suddenly she felt a very strong strike against her left ass cheek. It was not only strong and made her shiver in her humiliating bonds but she also felt something has scratched her skin. Jane was behind her, and her ugly, long and thick toenails frayed her ass. Trixie also found the right way to land a really powerful kick onto Nina's soft bottoms, the successful kick made Trixie whinny in crazed sadistic lust.
Aurelia’s next kick reached its goal and lifted a yelping Trixie’s feet from the floor. And then she started again. The show was rather ridiculous as each girl tried her best to kick the one in front of her in between the kicks she was herself suffering. Their grunts and yelps echoed through in the large room. The girls were all sweating profusely from the exertion, but none of them dared to slow her activity. Only the first girl in the row, who had nobody to kick at, was able to get some painful rest. Aurelia’s ass was soon cruelly marked by Jane’s dark toe claws. Trixie’s ass too was lacerated by the cover agent’s relatively long toe nails.
The almost childish but deeply humiliating kicking contest went on for a very long time. None of the women dared to rest. The computer changed the intensity of the chains' resistance from time to time, and in 15 minutes cycles it also mixed up the girls. Aurelia hated Jane's every kick, her legs were strong and her toes were weapons, but Nina and Renata proved to be less painful kickers. More than one hour had passed and every ass in the row was red and easily bruised from the never-ending kicking. When the computer made its set up for the last round. Every muscle in the women's legs was aching from the continual strain and every strike caused harsh pain in their asses for that time. Aurelia was moved in the front of the row and Trixie was hanged behind her.
"You will learn now what hell is!" she hissed and whinnied. "What an ass! The best target ever..." Trixie whispered and suddenly the game continued. Aurelia could do nothing but wait for the kicks, and Trixie didn't let her wait for too long. The agent could not believe how much strength remained in the fallen queen's legs when the first kick reached her ass. Trixie aimed directly at Aurelia's asshole, where the two perfect semi-sphere joined, and her kick felt like a hammer blow. Not only her bottom but her spine and her whole pelvis exploded in harsh pain.
"Yessss... yesssss... feeel it you cuuuunt???" Trixie wheezed and let another strong kick strike Aurelia's defenceless ass. For her luck, the computer sensed the intensity of Trixie's furious kicks and increased the resistance, preventing any severe damage Trixie might have caused to Aurelia. Trixie did her best to kick as hard as she could but after a few minutes, she lost her battle against the machine, which saved Aurelia from being crippled.
When the last round was over and the women were separated, all of them were exhausted beyond their limits. Moreover, each of them has gathered new hate for her mates. Each of them had done her best to kick the girl in front of her, not wanting to be deemed the laziest. They were all panting hard and their butts glowed red and blue shades. Sweat trickled down their glistening skins, as they waited in fear for the announcement of who was the loser of the contest.
"Great show! Great show!" Adamar cheered as he was viciously fucking the mouth of her slave. "I knew the raven bitch is a sadist, she did what I expected from her. But it's a surprise that our third-class nigger cow also seemed to enjoy the kicking... that might increase her value a bit." he said. “Now, let’s see who was the lazy girl among you.”
He typed a few commands on the keyboard, and looked at the statistics the computer presented. “And the loser is…” he announced, making a pause to let the fear root itself deeper in his prisoners’ minds. “Class two blondie!” he finally proclaimed, a cruel tone in his voice.
"Well... well.. it’s almost 2pm. I give you some time now, cunts, and I will return after lunch." he said and with a mighty slap sent the cock-sucking slave onto the floor. "Take care of them guys, let them rest a bit on the mattresses." he ordered and left the gym, leaving five, gasping, exhausted slaves behind him.
Adamar returned about two hours later. The sun was still shining brightly. He looked satisfied and was smiling. The women had really been resting for the period of his lunch, the heavy chains laid them almost gently onto huge mattresses where the panting slaves could finally relax for a while. These 120 minutes were there first time since their kidnapping when they could rest really. All of them lay there without a movement or saying a word. Only Renata was sobbing silently. She was scared of what horrors might wait for her once their owner returns. None of Adamar's minions left the gym for that time, although they all ate sandwiches and sometimes fed small chunks to the kissing-mouth cripples.
"I'm back, lazy bitches!" Adamar shouted and the chains came alive, raising the women up from their almost comfortable mattresses. "So, where shall we proceed? Oh. I remember. Blondie! You were the weakest link in our lovely kicking contest. As I declared the loser will have a very special reward for being such a worthless, weak cunt. Release her, guys!" he ordered, and Renata was soon unfastened. She was standing there with trembling legs and wide open eyes. Her wrists were tied behind her back with leather straps. Adamar set up a new scenario on his device and the other four slaves were lowered in mid air, their feet about waist level from the ground. Adamar positioned himself at the mouth of his favourite throat-slave and with one, long thrust he shoved his monstrous member deep into the woman's throat.
"Now, as you rested a lot during the previous exercise I want you to do some real sport, slave." he explained to Renata. "Your task is very simple again. I want you to approach the feet of every hanging slave, and I want you to bite them. I fucking don't care where you bite, toes, or soles or heels or whatever, but the bites are effectual only if you can draw blood. Four cunts, eight feet, eight bleeding wounds is what I want to see. You're not allowed to bite off anything from their feet! If you cause serious damage or mutilate a single pinky-toe you will be transformed into this." he pointed the cripple at his legs fighting for air. "Of course your slave mates might not want you to bite them. They will kick, they will fight. The machine will control them enough to slower their kicks, but a nice head kick will still be very painful. Also, my man will use that nice leather whip in his hand whenever he feels you do not put your greatest effort into this little, tricky game. Let the game begin!" he laughed and nodded to his minion.
Renata was still digesting what was expected from her when the first blow landed on her already red ass. She shrieked out and jumped forward, directly into Nina's legs. The young beauty screamed out also and raised her legs but the machine suddenly yanked on her ankles and Nina's movement broke, her feet fell back. Another blow landed on Renata's skin and the pain made her get into action. She opened her mouth and with fear-fed rage, she tried to bite into the side of Nina's left foot. She almost reached her mate's flesh but Nina kicked sideward. Her foot met with Renata's forehead and the blonde girl fell onto the ground. Two lashes trailed angry red marks on her belly until she jumped back onto her feet. Renata was grinding that time, her sad eyes turned to flashing. She jumped forward again and that time she stroke well, before Nina could parry Renata's attack the healthy teeth reached the soft ankle and Renata sank her teeth deep into her girlfriend's foot. Nina's scream filled the room as she yanked her foot out of Renata's jaws, spurting red blood drops around.
"One done, seven to go!" Adamar laughed and fucked his slave's face with even more might. Renata did not rest but stepped Nina's other side and attacked her other foot. The pain caused by Renata's sharp teeth made Nina resist with even more might, and the next blood-bite took almost five minutes. Nina kicked Renata's head and shoulders three times before the blonde could finally sink her teeth into the ball of Nina's foot. The wound was small, more of a bruise, but it started to bleed slightly and Adamar declared it as a good strike.
Renata rested for a few seconds, panting heavily and thinking. Her vision jumped from the three remaining pair of feet dangling before her. When the whip finally kissed her ass she headed towards Aurelia and stopped for a moment just outside Aurelia's kicking range. Renata was actually snarling, red drops of Nina's blood painted her white teeth and pale lips. She wanted to finish with the most agile opponent, until she had her strength.
"Don't move, red bitch!" Renata wheezed. "Make this easy for both of us... AAOOOOOHHHHH!!!" she screamed out as another blow hit her. She jumped forward; her teeth and eyes were blinking. She became a beast driven by fear and pain.
Aurelia’s eyes were reduced to thin slits as he peered at her opponent, ready to react to any attack. She had to stay on the defensive as Renata was able to stay out of her reach until she decided to attack. The blonde girl was rubbing her face where Aurelia’s foot had landed. She realised the auburn-haired girl was a much tougher opponent than Nina. She began to leap from side to side, forcing Aurelia to contort her neck to follow her moves. The secret agent was also pulling on her arms to twist her body, trying to keep facing the bound woman. Her legs were half flexed, as ready to kick as biting cobras.
To Renata, the game was very scary. To bite, she had to bend forward and push her face at the encounter of kicking feet. All her instinct screamed to stay away. But the repeated lashes on her butt forced her forward.
Aurelia feigned to lower her guard, as if tired of keeping her legs up. Renata fell into the trap and darted for her right toes. At the last moment, Aurelia pulled her foot backwards while sweeping with her left leg. The blonde’s teeth bit the air and she was slightly unbalanced by her opponent’s dodging. The fractions of seconds Renata needed to recover were sufficient for Aurelia to close the trap she had opened: her left leg hooked itself behind her opponent’s neck, preventing her from backing away. An instant later, her right leg joined the left one, she crossed her ankles and began to squeeze Renata’s throat between her legs. The blonde’s head, protruding from between Aurelia’s knees, grimaced a panicked look. Her mouth gaped wide, her tongue protruding, her breath hissing as she fought desperately to bring fresh air in her burning lungs.
Aurelia looked at her from above, grunting whenever Renata succeeded in launching a more desperate yank, which pulled hard on the agent’s cuffed wrists. She could have killed her on the spot by crushing her throat between her powerful thighs. Renata’s struggling were becoming weaker and weaker as her strength bled away from lack of oxygen. Her legs were wobbling, her face was red and puffy, her fingers were clawing helplessly the air as she contorted her bound arms. Eventually, Aurelia opened her legs and her attacker fell loudly on the floor, panting hard and hissing as she massaged her sore throat.
Renata crawled on her knees out of reach of Aurelia and stood up. Her eyes were shooting hateful firebolts. She was still panting and she was sweating profusely, but she had recovered enough to continue the fight. A lash landed on her butt and she yelped in pain. She had to keep attacking. She darted once again towards Aurelia’s feet but this time she received a dreadful heel-kick right on the top of her skull, which sent her to the dust in an explosion of shooting stars.
Renata gritted her teeth while groaning at Aurelia. Again she darted at her and again she was kicked down. The secret agent seemed incredibly fast. The blonde’s head was buzzing. She had received so many kicks. Aurelia seemed so fresh in comparison, despite the strain in her shoulders. Renata was despairing to ever succeed in biting her feet.
Aurelia was towering above Renata, a tired smile on her lips. The blonde girl was so slow to her. She kept repeating the same errors again and again. It was getting boring. This girl was so stupid: she almost deserved the beating and her slavery. Aurelia saw her opponent giving the same obvious signals she was going to launch her attack. She got ready to dodge and kick. But as she tried to pull back her foot, her leg was stopped by the chain. She yanked harder on her leg, but her foot did not move a centimetre. Already Renata had grabbed her big right toe in her mouth. With a grunt, Aurelia switched to plan B and directed her left foot on a collision course with the blonde’s temple. But her left foot too was blocked by the chains.
Adamar too had gone bored at the repeating pattern of Renata’s attacks and Aurelia’s kicks. He had discretely typed a command on the terminal to end the cruel game. With uncontained rage, Renata clenched her teeth on the big toe and began to chew on it. She did not stop until she had Aurelia moaning and thrashing in agony, her leg unbreakably held immobile by the chain system. After a long and slow torture, Renata gave the coup de grace by drawing blood from the throbbing toe.
Realising that Aurelia was still stretched taut by the chains, she placed the left big toe in the corner of her mouth, between her molars and she mumbled “Now, you are going to pay for what you have just done to me. I’m not going to leave you alone until you beg me for biting your toe to the blood!” Aurelia, seeing the hate spilling over from Renata’s eyes, felt her throat clenching. She tried to jerk her toe from the angry jaws, wiggling her foot as much as the chains allowed her. But immediately, Renata clenched her teeth harder, keeping the sensitive piece of flesh and bone in place. She began to chew again, gritting her molars against the knuckles and the toenail, sending waves of pain up Aurelia’s trembling leg. Soon Aurelia was moaning and crying, her muscles bulging as she desperately fought the chains. Finally, the proud agent was forced to comply to Renata’s humiliating condition. “Please, I beg you, bite me to the blood!”.
“As you wish!” answered Renata, a cruel grin on her face. She let go of the big toe and seized the pinky one instead. A quick bite with her front teeth broke the skin and drew blood, while extracting an ultimate yelp of pain from Aurelia’s coarse throat.
Renata was panting heavily; the fight with Aurelia was hundred times harder than the one with Nina. She spat out a broken tooth and turned to Jane, who was whining loudly at the sight of the bloody-mouthed fury.
"Come on blondie bitch! Do that! Draw blood!" he shouted and cut the air supply of the kneeling slave again. "Inject her with the stimulants! I decided to let her die today, and I want her feel what dead means!" he said and a guard injected something into the arm of the mouth raped slave. "They can suck me to unconsciousness anytime, but there is no fun killing senseless meat!" he smiled and started to fuck the slave's mouth, two guards even stretched arms sideward and held them still.
In spite of the recent washing, exertion had caused the Black girl to sweat abundantly. Her sweat seemed to be naturally foul-smelling. The strong odour was already hardly bearable around her feet, crotch and armpits. This did not stop Renata. She attacked Jane's sturdy feet while Adamar fucked the wet throat of his slave with long thrusts. Jane was fighting with all her might but Renata proved to be more experienced and much cleverer. Within two minutes the dark skin was fancied with the marks of Renata's teeth. Trixie proved to be a much complicated opponent, and she was screeching like a banshee all the time while the crazed kicks and even more bestial bites went on.
Adamar reached the top when Renata bate deep into Trixie's ankle from behind and shook her head as if she wanted to rip out Trixie's Achilles tendon. Adamar's body tensed, he thrust his cock into the slave’s throat and pinched her nose. The poor slave was shaking as if she were electrocuted. Horrible sounds emerged from her throat, mixed with Trixie's high-pitched screams and Renata’s animalistic grunts. The slave's oesophagus convulsed around Adamar's shaft and he emptied his balls directly into the girl's gullet. Her eyes widened, tiny arteries broke in her eyeballs and she was spasming and spasming for long seconds, when suddenly her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Renata let Trixie's ankle free spurting more blood onto her own face. Adamar's cock slid out of the dead girl's mouth with a disgusting sound followed by his sperm and maybe litres of thick saliva.
"Ohhhhh... that was so nice... what a great day!" Adamar exulted and smiled happily. Huh... I adore this kind of endings! Okay guys, chain back the beast, the aestheticians will be here in one hour. Clean up the mess and prepare the slaves for the night. They will have their great day tomorrow!" he gasped and smiled and smiled.
The corpse of the dead slave was dragged out and all five slaves were chained again to the machine. All of them were tired, anger and hate built inside their heart. For that time not only Trixie but all the others hated their mates. The cruel way Adamar had forced them to torture each other had left deep impacts in their souls. Adamar left and his remaining two cripples followed him, but the guards stayed in the gym and placed six mattresses onto X marks on the floor in different spots of the huge room. The women were raised in the air again and the machine trained them with relatively less painful stretching exercises until the sun started to set.
It was twilight when a couple arrived, escorted into the gym by Adamar himself. Both of them wore comfortable middle class clothes. The man was about 40 year old, clothed in jeans and jacket; he was handsome and smiling. The woman was younger, maximum 30 year old, wearing jeans also with black high-heels and a black top; she wore bracelets as she entered smiling brightly.
"What a nice set of slaves you have collected again, my friend!" the man bowed before Adamar. "It will be a pleasure to prepare them!" he said and the woman walked under the stretched slaves, she inspected their bodies and licked her lips. Aurelia knew the signs very well, Trixie had taught her how to recognize lesbians.
"Very nice indeed..." she said and smiled back to Adamar. "They smell like rotten meat now but in the morning you will have five perfectly pampered princesses." she said.
"My friends, Laura, Mikee, they are all yours. You know how to control my machine, have fun with my slaves. Please take care of them as always and make them the most valuable merchandises on the market!" Adamar finished. He shook hands with the man and left the room together with his guards.
"Where shall we start, darling?" Mikee asked and Laura pointed at Aurelia without hesitation.
"Let's do the redhead... she looks awesome!" Laura answered and Mikee typed something on his remote control. Aurelia was lowered onto a mattress while the others were raised higher. Aurelia was laid on the mattress, face down. The machine could easily turn her around by rearranging the length and positions of the chains. Mikee brought two big suitcases and they opened them. The woman bent to Aurelia's face and tickled her chin.
"What's your name, sweety?"
Aurelia looked at the woman, trying to guess her character. “My name is Aurelia” she answered.
"I see your owner treated you like any other useless trash bag... bruises and cuts on your bottoms, minor wounds around your ankles and wrists... Ohhh my God... teeth marks on your toes! I told him several times not to disfigure fresh slaves by hurting their feet! By the way... your feet are just perfect. Would you let me inspect them closer? Yes? You're so nice to me..." she cooed and softly caressed Aurelia's toes. "They are sooo lovely, honey... so soft... long, luscious toes... what perfectly formed nails... long and wide, and you even let them grow to be beautiful and sexy... you cannot understand how much I adore your feet, sunshine..." Laura whispered and took a white, balmy, soft towel.”
In spite of her tiredness, Aurelia let appear a smile on her face. Those were the first kind words she had been gratified with since so many hours. This was the first person who was treating her as a human being. Even though Aurelia knew she was here to prepare her for the slave auction – a dehumanising matter if there had ever been one – she still appreciated the care. She printed her figure in her brain. When this whole lot would be brought to their trial, she would witness this one was not as bad as the others.
"We’ll clean you first, remove every little spot of dirt and your awful smell." she explained and started to towel Aurelia's body, slowly, lecherously. She didn't insult Aurelia, didn't touched her sex but carefully wiped the naked pussy with the towel, she paid cautious attention to her curves and carefully cleaned every spot of Aurelia's face too. She treated her hands and feet like they were porcelain, wiped between her fingers and toes and with a tiny, soft brush she cleaned even the underside of Aurelia's nails and toenails.
"I guess I know why you have chosen black polish. You were a striptease dancer too I guess. Black is a very nice colour, but it doesn't fit for the slave market's atmosphere." she said and carefully washed the pitted nail polish with polish-remover. Laura took care of Aurelia's hair, she oiled her hair with some thick balm and massaged her head for long minutes until the sweet liquid worked off.
Aurelia was relishing the attention. It was almost like being at a spa, if she had not been shackled and chained. The massage and pampering was releasing all the tension and the pain she had gathered during the last hours. She felt energy flowing again through her veins and nerves. Likewise, hope and eagerness to fulfil her mission was coming back too.
Mikee examined Aurelia's bruises and wounds and he began to cure them with some slightly smelly medicine. He worked the salve into every wounds and scar. The sensation Aurelia felt was a bit tickling but she felt how the cure was easing her pain and healed the broken skin.
Laura finished with the overall cleaning and began to massage some good smelling oil into Aurelia's skin. Despite her long nails Laura worked very smoothly and her tender touch made Aurelia feel good, or at least much better.
“Thank you for your care” Aurelia said. “You are the first human being I meet here. Are there more of your kind in Ashagen?” she ventured to ask. She wanted to assess whether crimes against humanity were committed by a select few or by the whole population.
Laura smiled and softly caressed Aurelia's cheek, slightly tickling her with her fingernail.
"Ssssshhhhh beautiful dancer... you shouldn't talk to anyone unless you're asked. That's a rule in Ashagen that might lenghten your life if you follow it." was all Laura said and she returned to her task.
"Mmmmhhhh... I believe some silvery adornment would fit you the most." Laura said and started to gloss Aurelia's nails, all the twenty of them. "Oh my god! You have the healthiest nails I've ever seen... so strong and shiny... you should tell me sometimes what vitamins you use." she continued her work with applying silver polish to Aurelia's nails. Laura proved to be an experienced manicurist as she painted the nails carefully. She admired her work and smiled.
"Perfect! You will be the most astonishing class-one on the market!" she giggled and also combed Aurelia's hair before she did Aurelia's make up. She used silvery colours again, painted her eyelids, around the eyes, coating her cheeks with thin silver makeup. Finally she painted her lips with silver again and stepped back to get a clear view.
"Done! You're ready now! Please do not sweat too much till morning, I don't want my masterpiece ruined."
“Thank you for your care. I appreciated it. As for the sweating, this is not really into my hands…” the aesthetician woman just smiled again and tapped hearteningly Aurelia's belly.
Laura winked her eye at Aurelia and nodded to Mikee. "Let us make the next one."
As Aurelia was raised into the air Laura turned to her once more.
"I hope I will see you again. You're beautiful... but your feet... incredible!" she said and soon lost Aurelia's sight as the agent was moved into the dark corner of the gym.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter VI.b - Escape
Aurelia was now all pampered and ready for the auction. She was lucky to have been picked up first among all the girls. She saw the man and the woman moving towards the next girl. She felt the chains humming again and was lightly deposited on the rubber mattress lying under her.
Now was the time. The large room was plunged into darkness, save for the girl currently being pampered, who was under the focus of the torch lights. The aestheticians must be blinded by their own torches and unable to see anything beyond the girl they were working on. Moreover, the room was filled with moans, chains clanging and motors humming. It would be long before another such opportunity presented itself. Aurelia was decided to spend as little time in Ashagen as possible. All she needed to do was to determine its precise location and to transmit it to the Agency. With a bit of luck, all could be done in a few hours if she could get access to a computer.
But first she had to free herself and she did not lose a minute before beginning. She was resting on her back on the hard mattress, her arms and legs widely splayed with just enough tension to keep her immobile without pain. The purpose of the program was to allow her to sleep. Actually, she should have been unable to move, but because the computer had underestimated her size, there was a centimetre of slackness in the chains. It was not much, but enough to makes things easier to Aurelia. During her training, she had often been bound much tighter than that.
She began to feel around with her long fingers, exploring the leather cuffs buckled around her wrists. The cuffs were made of thick and wide black leather. They were comfortable and lightly padded inside. They were evidently designed to prevent chaffing and pressure on the skin. They were closed by two parallel straps that fit into a buckle and pin, like small belts. Of course, the buckles and the pins were way out of reach her fingers. Still she soon found the weak link: the straps were sewed to the cuff.
Heavy-duty thread had been used for this attachment, but it was nevertheless no match to Aurelia’s finger nails. Since she had been trained as a special agent, she had taken daily pills which suffused special hormones in her body. It made her hair, teeth and nails much stronger than normal. This allowed her to saw through all material softer than metal.
This had saved her countless times. She would never forget the first time she had used that trick. This was one of her first missions in South America and she had been a little too lenient with security. She was captured by a low-rank guerrillero who brought her to his cabin and bound her tightly with as much rope as he could gather. He was obviously decided to rape her all night, before his superiors could come and bring the prisoner to an interrogation facility. During the time it took him to call his chief and explain the situation, she had cut the knots loose and freed herself. She still remembered very vividly the face of the guerrillero when she welcomed him with the gun he had left on the table, below which her had left her tightly packaged.
She smiled at these memories. Tonight was a different matter though. She was confronted to professionals of human bondage and she would have to use her utmost skill to outsmart them.
She began to move the sharp edge of her freshly silver-painted nails against the deeply impressed threads. Cutting each thread was relatively fast, but they were difficult to get at and there were many of them, all along the straps. She had to curl and twist her hands and fingers at difficult angles to reach them and her fingers were soon trembling and full of cramps.
Halfway through her work, she felt the tension on the chains increasing and she was lifted again from the floor. She cursed inwardly as her body was once again stretched in mid air. This was not preventing her from cutting the threads, but it made it more difficult and slower. Aurelia had not to stop from time to time to rest her cramped hands.
After another 30 minutes, she was once again put on the mattress. By that time, she was almost done with her wrists. The right cuff gave first. Pulling on the straps, she saw them tearing from the cuff, tiny bits of thread falling on the floor. With her right arm now free, she could easily open the cuff on her left wrist. Now her arms were free for the first time in countless hours. She felt her heart accelerating.
The aestheticians were occupied with Nina, at the other side of the room. They did not look around them at all, entirely focused on their work. Aurelia sat up and reached for her ankles. A few seconds later, her legs were free too. A predatory grin rose on her face as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. She had just regained the initiative.
The machine must had sense that its captive loose free and the ends of the chains met no resistance, but for her luck the computer wasn't programmed to alarm. Right after she had freed her second ankle, the chains disappeared but their clinging weren't unusal even in the middle of the night.
Aurelia stood up and, moving as silently and as rapidly as a panther, sneaked through the room until she was in the back of the aestheticians. Blinded by their torches and focused on the work, they had no idea of what had just happened.
"Ohhh you poor thing..." Laura whispered to Nina as she was cleaning her toes. "I'm so sorry about you... this place is full of such rough people... I wonder what they will do to your little, helpless toes..."
Aurelia considered a moment attacking them to take their clothes but she was afraid that guards could be alerted if they did not see them working anymore. If she left them alone, there was a good chance that her escape would only be discovered in the morning. By that time, she hoped she would have finished her mission and would be waiting for rescue. Moreover, she did not want to harm the only person who had been kind with her here.
She headed for the entrance and slipped out of the building. It was dark outside. The gym was in the garden of the estate but the main building could be seen in the distance. This was where she would have the best chances to find a computer. She headed towards it in a fast jog, which she was able to keep for hours. With the implant in her forehead, she knew she would have to be constantly on the move from now on, and until the rescue squad would come to take her back home.
As she jogged through the lawn, she relished the cool night on her naked body. Her firm breasts were bouncing slightly. Her hair was flowing behind her back. She felt an intense excitation and a kind of gladness. She was free, she was progressing in her mission. She could feel the adrenaline running through her veins. It was dangerous, it was scary, but she loved that! The long, helpless, tortured wait was gone forever and now was the time to retaliate and prove her skills.
She got near to the main building but realized the doors were open and she could hear several peoples inside. Aurelia kneeled against the wall to listen to the noises. Laughter, music, intense discussions could be heard. Adamar had some kind of party there! She had to make an immediate decision. Sneaking naked into a building swarming with peoples was extremely risky. Leaving Adamar's territory and looking after another house where a computer was her other option, but after pondering the possible risks and the time necessities she decided to search for another option.
She headed toward the white stone fence and opened her ears for any noise outside. The street sounded to be silent, no noises from talk or walk could be heard. With one acrobatic jump she swung over the high fence and dropped onto her feet like a huge cat.
Ashagen was a very sparsely built-up settlement. In the middle of the desert, space was available without limit and there were no need for sparing with the territory. The buildings were wide and long instead of being high, the roads were broad and only the main routes were paved, sand covered the rest of them. In a place where rain falls only once or twice per year the citizens didn’t have to worry about mud.
Aurelia flattened herself against the wall and waited for half a minute. The road at Adamar’s house was silent, not a single soul could be seen in both directions. The moon was shining brightly as she did almost every night. Lampposts were standing on both sides about 10 meters of distance from each other, their light was however pale, creating a very sinister atmosphere. Aurelia had to be careful. Unlike her bronzed, naked skin, her silver painted nails were almost glowing in the light. Almost every building had the same type of fence that defended Adamar’s garden, and even the houses that were standing next to the road were windowless, as if all citizens in Ashagen were carefully hiding their private life.
Aurelia sneaked along the street but she did not find any window for burgling inside. The next street was as dead as the previous one and she turned to the right. Suddenly she heard noises of an approaching cart and she hid behind a tabernacle in the wall right next to her. A large coupe arrived, hauled by four awesome horses, Aurelia was shocked when the coupe passed her. A human body was dragged behind it, attached to the rear section by a long, metal chain. The body was bloody and maybe unconscious or dead. It was a naked female. The coupe lifted up the sand dust covering the street. Aurelia could run along the street without too much risk and she got to the next crossing very fast.
The following street was silent too but she noticed a small window at ankle height. She sneaked toward the window and suddenly a hideous scream hit her ears. She kneeled down and peered inside. She saw a basement where three half-naked, muscular men were playing with a young girl. She wore the mark of class-two slaves, was tied onto a vertical rack stretched to the limits of her joints. One man was viciously raping while the two others were tearing into her apple-shaped breasts with evil-looking and red-glowing pincers. The girl, no more than twenty, was screaming loudly and flipped her head against the rack’s wooden surface. Aurelia left them and headed forward. Ashagen turned to be a really hellish place, a place that should be wiped out from Earth.
A little farther along the same building she found a cage hanging by a chain from a sturdy beam protruding from the wall. The cage had a spherical shape and was made of wide-spaced, thick, rusty bars that crossed at right angles. The bars were spaced very widely, just as narrow as needed to prevent the girl from escaping but not enough to prevent easy access to her. The cage was about 1.5m above the ground. It contained a body, a female body, whose legs passed through two spaces between bars and where hanging loosely below the cage. The cage was barely large enough to contain her. She had passed her arms through holes as well and was resting against the bars in front of her. Asleep of dead? Aurelia could not decide. The girl was extremely skinny, her skeleton pushing against her skin. Two black bands were circling her head at mouth and eye levels.
As she got closer, she saw that her big toes had been cut off. A large, heavy steel ring had been pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons in such a way that it should be dragging on the ground when she walked. She also distinguished what looked like the head of screws protruding under her soles, as if screws had been driven into her heel bone. Her forehead bore the mark of third-rate slave burned above those of second- and first-rate slave. Her hair had been torn from her scalp.
Aurelia had to pass below the cage is she wanted to continue. As she approached even closer, as silently as she could, she heard a ragged breath coming from the sleeping prisoner. She realised that her mouth was spread very wide with a ring gag. No saliva was drooling from it though as the poor girl’s lips and mouth were so parched. The gag strap was a band of articulated black steel tightened snugly around her head. Another similar steel band was circling her head at eye height. With a shiver along her spine, Aurelia saw that it was pressing steel half balls into the girl’s eye sockets. It was not only blindfolding her, but it must also be causing incredible pain in her eyeballs. Over the cage was a small sign telling “serial runaway”.
There was nothing Aurelia could do and thus she just sneaked behind the cage, hoping she would not wake up the poor girl, and continued her exploration. She headed towards the next crossing but noises made her approaching the corner very carefully. The awful smell of dry-rotten meat filled the air. The sight of the small square was another shock for her. Everything that was told on Dhonko's truck and every other fear she had about the city became true. There were no citizen around, but in the middle of the place six wooden frames were standing deeply embedded in the ground. They were standing rectangles like the frames of very huge windows. Six naked female bodies were nailed to the frames' upper plank through their palms. Aurelia had an extremely sharp vision and she even realized the huge nails were rusty. The six women's feet, legs and waist were charred and also their chest and breasts were full of blisters. Under their hanging feet were huge mounds of grey ashes. Those unfortunate souls had been roasted alive during the day! Their feet were not immobilized and the fires had obviously been built about waist high so the suffering of those slaves must have lasted for a very long time. Five of them were dead, flies surrounded them and their flesh was already decaying. The sixth one, however, was still alive although in a semi-conscious stage. She was moaning pitifully and her fingers were wiggling, but she was very close to cross the border of life to death.
* * *
He was watching her. High, on the top of a nearby building the black-tunic-wearing ninja turned up a knob on his high-tech military spy-glasses and zoomed on the naked girl. He was truly spell bounded. The girl flattened herself against the wall and was watching mesmerized at the corpses of the burnt slaves. He admired her long, lean legs, her perfect breasts, and her perfect, queen-like profile. That woman was exactly what he was waiting for, what he was wishing for. He had just found her and followed her path for the last two minutes. She was a professional. She moved like a panther, she sneaked like the foxiest predators, she was running with the daintiness of a cheetah. He smiled. His task was clear; find the escaped slave and bring her back to her owner, as soon as possible. Fortunately he was very effective and tracked down the girl faster than he expected. Fortunately the naughty slave hadn't got any knowledge of Ashagen's map. He was satisfied. He had plenty of time. He was curious of what the awesome prey would do. He was patient and sedate. He knew the hunting game must be very entertaining with such a noble animal.
* * *
Aurelia felt a bit strange. Her sixth sense warned her of some unidentifiable threat. She looked around, inspecting every spot of the surrounding buildings but everything looked silent and abandoned. Only the pitiful moans of the dying woman could be heard. She had to decide again. Where to go? How to find a computer? How to get into a house? Across the square she discovered some buildings with doors opened to the street directly, and several other streets and narrow alleys leading to uncertainty.
Aurelia had seen enough. She decided to come back to the house where she had seen the caged girl and the girl tortured in the basement. As three men were working on her, there might be nobody in the upper levels of the building, which would allow the secret agent to look for a computer.
She sneaked back to the cage. The encaged girl was still sleeping. Deftly, Aurelia climbed on the cage. It began to swing a little at the end of its chain. Suddenly the cruelly punished girl's breath changed. Aurelia knew what that meant: the girl had awoken. Hoarse gasps left her mouth as she turned her head to both sides. She couldn't see anything but her ears looked undamaged and she also had to feel the swinging of the cage. Finally she raised her painfully compressed face towards Aurelia, her nostrils opened as she sniffed onto the air.
"Phlauuueee..." she moaned, unable to form correct words because of the ring-gag. She was silent anyway, her throat was desiccated almost beyond human limit. She tried to reach towards Aurelia with her bony arm, once long and manicured but already broken and bloody fingernails searched for the naked agent.
"Dhrrinch... drrrrinnnch..." the woman pitifully begged and her fingers were clawing the air. "Ghihme hater... phlauueee... hater... uhrinneee... ghihme..." she pleaded continuously in low voice for any kind of liquid that might given to her. She was parching so seriously that it didn't matter for her what was given to her as long as it was wet.
These pleas reminded Aurelia of her recent voyage. She too had felt that unbearable suffering, this urge for water. She felt pity for the poor wreck in the cage. She had probably been caged here for days with no other water and food than what passers-by would condescend to offer her. Every amount of fluid she could get was just prolonging her torture for more infernal hours, but still survival instinct need for relief were so strong that the poor girl could not prevent herself from begging for water.
Aurelia had not the heart to deprive the skeleton woman of some water. If she were in her stead, she would appreciate any droplet of moisture she could get. Therefore, she squatted on the top of the cage, pressing her buttocks against the bars with the crotch in the middle of a hole.
“Alright poor girl, come here, I’m just above you on the top of your cage. Get ready as I am going to give you some urine” she whispered.
The caged woman seemed to smile around the huge ring-gag and she began to feel with her bony hands above her.
“Be quick! I can’t stay here long!” urged the naked agent while trying to guide her.
The living skeleton managed to find Aurelia’s crotch and she pressed her gaping mouth against it while holding herself with her wretched fingers. She had lifted her legs into the cage and was now squatting, curled in a ball of bones and skin. A trickle of urine streamed from Aurelia’s crotch into the welcoming parched mouth. She emptied her bladder into the girl’s gullet, who was swallowing as fast as she could. It had been a long time since she had received so much liquid in one shot and this revived her.
“’hank ‘ou” she uttered as Aurelia stood, and she put a wet, gaping kiss on the secret agent’s foot, which was protruding inside the cage.
Aurelia climbed on top of the cage and then along the chain until she reached the iron beam protruding from the wall. She got on the beam and then to the wall. From her, she was able to jump and grip her fingers on the border of the roof. Pulling on her strong arms, she was able to lift herself until her head was level with the flat roof. As she saw nobody, she hooked her right leg above the roof too and rolled on it.
She laid flat on her belly for half a minute, recovering her breath and listening intently for any sign of activity around. The roof was silent and was covered with dust. She raised her head and looked around, from the roof she had a much better sight of the streets and building around though she wasn't still high enough to create herself a mental map of the surroundings. She noticed a trap-door a couple of meters away, so she crept towards it. The door was a single wooden slab locked from inside. Fortunately there was big gap between the lid and the roof and after some seconds of trying she could force her palm inside the gap until she found the latch. She hooked a fingernail under the latch's ear and tried to pull it. She needed about half a minute to open the latch and then the lid opened.
She slid herself through the inlet and carefully closed the trapdoor above her. She was in a loft that was about one-meter high and she had to crawl on all fours. The loft was heavily covered with sand and the air was chokingly hot and dusty. Almost perfect blackness surrounded Aurelia but she discovered a small spot where pale light sifted up. She carefully crawled towards the spot and soon probed rusty metal equipment all around the floor. The loft was used for storing old and used torture tools. Broken pliers, charred and blunt metal stakes, deformed shackles and other instruments of torture were dispersed all over the place. Aurelia had to be very careful not to hurt herself. At some point, she barely avoided a catastrophe. As she was crawling in the dust, she felt a light click under her palm. Her training took immediately control of her reflexes and she yanked her arm upwards. The small click was almost directly followed by a squeal, a groan of a bad lubricated hinge and a louder snap as a wolf trap clenched its rusty teeth into the air. Her heart beating fast, Aurelia listened intently, afraid that the noise might have alerted someone. But she could hear nothing. She continued her crawl, even more carefully. Another finding was particularly scary: it was a small, rusty egg-shaped, iron cage that was still containing a human skull. Obviously, it had got jammed while worn by its last victim and it had been necessary to cut the head to recover the head cage. She finally managed to get to the light without further accident.
The light came from another trap-door in the floor. She held her ear against the floor for thirty seconds, but the room under her was silent. Very slowly she opened the trap-door. She didn't have to deal with another latch that time. There would have been darkness in the room but through huge windows the moonlight bathed the furniture in its silver light. Aurelia leaped from the ceiling and silently landed on the stone floor. She was in a long but narrow corridor. Doors opened from both side of the corridor, some of them were open others closed. The house was not fancy or clean at all, but as she peeked into a room, the furniture looked very comfortable and modern.
Right in front of her in a smaller room she found a computer on the top of a huge, heavy table, standing in the middle of the room, the table was pushed against a big wardrobe. Aurelia carefully closed the door behind her as silently as she could. The machine was turned off and a big, black office chair was standing in front of the monitor. She was about to sit into the chair when her eyes got caught something under the table. Two eyes were looking back to her.
Aurelia froze for a moment but as nothing happened, she took a deeper look. The eyes were belonging to a woman of course. Only the chest and head could be seen as the lower part of her body disappeared in the wardrobe. To Aurelia's horror, she discovered that the woman had no arms, both of her upper limbs had been removed completely and the stubs had been treated in a way that almost looked like she had never had arms. The woman was built into the furniture and had become part of it. Aurelia figured out her function quite fast: around her lips some dried, whitish material could be seen. Her face was just as high as the seat of the chair as a kickstand supported the weight of her upper body. The pole ended in a spiked metal slab, the long spikes were punctured into the woman's breasts and every movement she might do seemed painful. The woman was around the age of fourty with the brand of class-three slaves on her forehead. She must have been beautiful once, but now she looked wretched.
The woman looked at Aurelia with fear and desperation. She was not gagged or muted anyhow, so the risk of an alarming yell seemed higher as ever before. But the woman did not yell at all. She stared at Aurelia for long moments before she started to speak.
"Who... who are you?" she asked in low voice.
“My name is Aurelia. And you, who are you?” Aurelie answered in a whisper.
"I was Moira in another world... but no-one asked for my name for a long time... and... what are you doing here?"
Aurelia was embarrassed. She did not want to be rude with this poor girl, but that she had seen her was already way too embarrassing. “I’ve just arrived here. I’ve managed to break free,” she said.
"Ohh.. you're a slave too... but you're healthy yet. Leave this place! You will die if you stay!"
“That’s what I am trying to do. I’m looking for a computer to send a help message. Do you know how to switch it on? There is only a monitor on the desk…”
"I don't know anything about it... I was a nurse and never dealt with computers... there must be a switch somewhere..."
“What are you doing down there?” Aurelia asked while rummaging in the computer drawers, looking for the computer or for a switch.
"They... they play games and watch videos while I'm forced to suck them all the time. Until they cum three or four times every day... I can't watch but only listen, both the games and the videos are about torturing and killing slaves. They have a large collection of such material on the machine."
“That would make great evidences for the trial” Aurelia said to herself. She had now opened every drawer of the desk to no avail. She did not like the idea of staying in the same place for so long. If someone was tracking her implant, staying immobile was the surest way of getting caught and already her sixth sense was making her hair to stand along her spine. “I can’t find any switch, and the computer seems to be locked inside the desk. But there must be a way to switch it on! Can’t you remember what they do when they come here?” she finally asked.
“From here, I can’t see what they are doing… But now that you ask me, I realise they always begin by squeezing my breasts… Maybe there is a switch inside the spikes?”
Aurelia shivered at the cruel concept. “Let me remove you from this device so that I can check that.”
"No... I can't be removed from this place... my legs... are moulded in concrete... they want me to die here..."
The agent’s eyes grew as wide as plates at these words. These peoples had really no limit. She knelt in front of the girl to investigate. She had to fight the urge to back up as she smelled her breath. It was an awful mix of rancid sperm and stale urine. Moira caught her disgusted grimace and her lips trembled as a tear drop rolled down her cheek.
"Please... could you help me? I'm in so much pain! My breasts hurt, I'm hooked in this place for days now! Could you help me somehow?"
“Let me see…”Aurelia answered between her clenched teeth. She placed her hands under the shoulder stubs of the desk-girl and tried to lift her torso from the spikes. Moira’s breasts were stretched down as her chest was lifted and she began to moan louder and louder.
“Shhhhht! Be quiet! I’m trying to help you!” Aurelia admonished her, afraid that her moans might attract attention.
“Please, stop!” pleaded Moira. “There are long barbs along the spikes. You would have to tear my breasts in pieces to release me. Please, stop hurting me!”
Aurelia immediately let the poor girl settle back on the spike with a last moan. “I still need to switch on this computer!” She began to feel gently Moira’s breast with her silver-painted fingers, trying to find a switch under the throbbing flesh. The desk-girl emitted soft, contained moans.
“They do it more brutally…” she sobbed.
Aurelia took both breasts in her hands and squeezed them forcefully, until she could feel the spikes through the flesh. Moira was biting her lips, trying to suppress her need to cry. Suddenly, Aurelia felt a click, and the monitor sprung to life, announcing the start-up process.
“I got it!” Aurelia exclaimed in a low voice. “Thanks Moira! I promise you it will not be long before someone will come and help us!”
But suddenly, Moira let out a long hiss and began to contort her body. Quickly, Aurelia pressed her hand against the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her moans. The desk-girl was jerking and bucking with increasing strength, her eyes rolling in panic. As she fought, she was crazily pulling on her spiked breasts and banging the top of her skull against the underside of the desktop. Aurelia was forced to hold her beck under her arm while pressing her free hand hard against her face to prevent Moira from doing to much noise.
“What’s happening?” Aurelia asked helplessly. But Moira was far too much lost in her throes to answer. The spy looked at the monitor and she understood what was happening. A program had started and its windows was displaying information:
“Slut control calibration in progress”. At the bottom of the window a gauge was showing the completion: “23% done, 84 seconds remaining”. Just above it, various messages were appearing and disappearing sequentially: “Mammary implants testing level 1”…”level 2”… “level 3”… “Clitoris implant testing”… “Muscle contractor testing”… “Anus stretcher testing”… With each new type of test, Moira’s contortions changed in kind and intensity.
The progress bar seemed to fill up so slowly. Aurelia was begin to tire from having to fight the girls frantic and violent jerks. They were both sweating and their perspirations were mixing. Moira’s nostrils were flaring above Aurelia’s hand.
Eventually, the process reached 100% and Moira fell limp, panting heavily. “Calibration completed successfully. Connection to audio port: OK. All implants: OK. Game pain interface: OK”
Aurelia removed her moist hand from Moira’s face. “I’m sorry. I did not know that was going to happen.”
"Please... I have suffered too much. I... I would be grateful if you could put an end to my suffering. I'm a cripple... I don't want to live anymore. Please... just kill me... I'm begging you!"
Aurelia looked at the panting, pleading girl. She understood her plight. Even if she was going to be freed in a few days, she would remain a wreck forever. Moreover, the secret agent could not allow herself to leave such an evidence of her actions. It would be easy to her pursuer to extract information about her doings if she were to left her alive.
She looked into the fear- and plea-filled eyes of the poor desk-girl. She nodded silently. However, she could not kill her in a too evident way. The death had to look like an accident. Aurelia’s eyes narrowed and assumed the cold expression of a shark. She opened one of the drawers she had visited earlier and pulled out of it a bunch of old, balled men underwear that had been forgotten there. Without leaving Moira the time to wonder what they were for, she stuffed them in her panting mouth, pushing them deep into her mouth, making her cheek to bulge. Then, she launched the calibration software again. There were sliders on the page, one for each implant the desk-girl had been fitted with. She slid them all to 150% and then she clicked the button “Start”. Immediately, Moira’s body arched and jerked on the spike, her eyes bulging, sweat pouring from her skin, her muscles knotting under her shiny skin. She was screaming loud but her voice was efficiently doused by the thick ball of stinking underwear. Her eyes darted at Aurelia with an expression of disbelief. Her incredible struggle continued for 20 horrible seconds before her body fell limp.
Aurelia stopped the program and felt Moira’s pulse. She was dead… The secret agent swallowed her saliva with difficulty. This was the part of her job she disliked most. 300 slaves died daily. Moira was the 301th that day, as she wasn't intended to day so soon... She shook her head and looked back at the screen. She had already lost too much time. She had to carry her mission.
She sat on the chair and began to look in the menus for an Internet browser.
Although Aurelia tried to be careful but her knees touched several times the dead woman's head and shoulders, sending chills through her spine all the time. Actually, every touch of still warm, killed woman reminded her what she was forced to do, and beside the guilty she felt increasing anger. The desktop of the display showed the screaming face of a beautiful girl. The eyes were filled with utter terror, her wide open mouth and contorted face were obvious evidence of hellish pain she was suffering when the photo was taken. The icons were gathered on the beauty's sweating forehead and in her open mouth. Aurelia found the usual Microsoft icons like "My computer" or "Recycle bin" on the forehead, but in the mouth she saw new signs like "My torture files" or "Ashagen TV network". She clicked the "explorer browser" icon on the forehead and the incoming page was a disappointment; "Ashagen's isolated local network" informed the main title. On the side frame she found further menus like "Ashagen's government", "Entertainment schedule", "News of the city", "Ashagen news" etc. Suddenly a pop up window appeared in the middle of the scream showing a big photo of a large square crowded with people with a huge stage-like frame in the middle full of naked, chained women. "New slave transport has arrived, you can buy your dream-slave on the slave market tomorrow!" flashed a blood-red text. She closed the pop up window and began to hack the system, the computer should have direct connection to the global network.
For a moment, Aurelia used all the tricks her hacking teacher had taught her. This had never been her favourite class as she had always preferred action skills, but still she was able to force most system. This one though was resisting her. She tried several way to hack into the server and unlock access beyond Ashagen but the administrators seemed to have sealed all common and less-common entrances. There were some other tricks she might try, but they would require some programming and would take more time.
Aurelia closed the browser with a single click and for a moment stared at the screaming mouth of the desktop girl. Ashagen's local web was totally isolated; she was unable to reach any outer connection. She also had also learnt that only the Government's fort had any possibility to communicate with the world outside Ashagen. It was forbidden to have a single mobile phone even for citizens, and after having read some basic rules she found on Ashagen's LAN she understood that even the rich citizens did not know where they were. Ashagen's security system was hundred times more secure and isolated than anything else she had seen before. The citizens were carried to the town with Ashagen's own airplanes, and only the top class of the city and the pilots knew the exact location. Whatever, she had to find the Government's Headquarter and had to get into it. That was the only way of contacting the Agency.
She wanted to jump up and run as she had already spent too much time in one place, when the "Ashagen TV network" icon started to flash. She couldn't resist and clicked on it. A window popped up. A streaming video was running, that looked like a classic TV report with the label LIVE.
A young, fresh, smiling and detachedly beautiful girl in her twenties was talking; the camera zoomed on her face.
"...soon begins. This evening - as always - we can offer you great entertainment. The evening's complete record can be downloaded from aww.entertainment.ash page." she said in her very nice voice and Aurelia understood why her voice was so familiar. The girl on the screen was Jennifer Bright, she was the one whose "greeting" monologue was played for the new slaves in Dhonko's truck.
"Welcome again in Ashagen's Painbringer Games exclusive live broadcast. Our first number today is the hurdle-race of two lovely class-two slaves." she said and the camera switched to two naked women standing in the middle of a huge building, which was a smaller version of the ancient Rome's coliseum. "The slave with a red tail is Shannon of Abragal Kennel and the other with the blue tail is Oxana of Waffer Kennel." The camera showed the women from behind. Both girls had a very thick leather-covered rod pushed deep into their anuses, dozens of long, blue or red ribbons were hanging from the tips of the rods. "The Kennel owners selected minor attachments to the slaves' usual equipment just as lower lip and clit joiner wires... " the camera zoomed on one of the woman's face, a tightly stretched metal wire was attached to her lower lip by an embedded ring, the camera followed the wire between her breasts, alongside her belly until it reached her shaved crotch. Another ring was inserted into her bulging clitoris and the wire pulled the unusally large clitoris upwards. With her lower lip stretched down, the poor girl kept drooling on her chin.
"... or nostril and thumb joiner wires." the camera showed the woman's hand shackled together behind her nape, her elbows were tied to a metal rod placed horizontally behind her neck so she was unable to bring her arms forward. Her thumbs were tied together with another wire that was leading above her head down to her nose between her yes. Hooks were inserted into her nostrils and pulled the nose upwards, the wire also cut into the sensitive skin along her nose. The two-sided pull made her teeth visible as if she were grinning rapidly. The head of each girl was thus forced to stare forward, pulled down by its lower lip and up by its nostrils. Their mouths were kept agape and drooling.
"The main attraction of this race will be the popular Firework Shoes." the camera zoomed onto one woman's feet showing the strange high-heel platform shoes. The screen changed, showing the smiling Jennifer again who held a similar shoe in her hand. "As you know, the foot is strapped onto the shoe with this strong refractory leather straps. The foot is strapped at the middle, around the ankle and by the middle toe." she pointed at the black straps.
"There is a small hole in every shoe right in the middle..." she pointed with her long finger to a pit in the shoe, just behind the spot where the toe pads would touch the shoe. "... and a small gas burner is at the bottom of the hole." she explained and turned the shoe to the camera so Aurelia could see the small, rose-like device of the burner. "The gas tank is in the platform and contains enough gas for 20 seconds burning. The flames get oxygen through these holes." Jennifer pointed at three tiny holes on both sides of the shoe. "The burners can be switched on by a remote control. Whenever they are switched on a sparkler is also switched simultaneously and classic fireworks spurt out from the heel of the shoe." she nodded to someone and after a loud click blue fire lit in the pit. At the same time sparks appeared at the heel and spurted around. "The firework has only one purpose, to indicate to the spectators when is the gas burner switched on. Of course the slaves' scream also help to catch the moment." she smiled like an angel. "Every shoe is made of solid metal and the weight is about two kilograms each, so our lovely competitors definitely need strong legs to run." she finished the introduction of the shoes.
"The greatest trick in the run is that the remote controls are in the hands of the opponent's owner. Both Kennel owners have 20 seconds of fine sole roasting altogether to slow down the competitor's slave and give advantage for his own runner. The track is about 300 meters long and the runner must make two laps in total. It will take approximately five minutes." the camera showed the "ring" from above; it was a single route signaled by white bands on both sides tied to stakes. It had some curves but the main hurdles were three objects.
"The first hurdle is a single but high A-shaped wooden plank." the camera showed the evil looking platform circling it from every angle. "As you can see the plank has several boards nailed to it so theoretically it is easy to climb them without using hands... as our lovely competitors do not have free hands." Jennifer blinked at the camera. "Fortunately the game creator team poured water as lubricant onto the boards and placed lots of glass shards with glue everywhere." the camera switched to the plank again and a close-up gave a clear vision of bright, sharp shards of glasses. "You can imagine what could happen if a runner were to lose her footing and fall onto the plank." Jennifer burred.
"The second hurdle is a 10-meter long and narrow plank above a pit filled with hot water." The screen switched to the pit, the almost boiling water was steaming heavily. The board was so narrow that it would be difficult even without the extreme bondage and shoes to walk along it. "I can tell you that the water is only 50 centimetres deep but there are spikes at the bottom so if any slave fall down and touch the bottom with any of her body part apart of her shoes, some additional surprise is waiting for her. Fortunately the Firework Shoes are moderately water resistant and the falling competitors usually strive to leave the hot bath as soon as they can." Jennifer smiled again, her innocent eyes and girlish voice chilled Aurelia.
"The third hurdle is a transparent glass tube. Its length is 5 meters and its diameter is 70 centimetres, only 5 centimetres wider than the rod holding the runner’s elbows." the camera showed again something weird, one glass tube was hanging from posts, at about waist height. "The competitors must crawl through the tubes, but for their bad luck the tubes are also lubricated inside and the lubrication contains some really strong spice too. I can tell, it's almost like acid. Touching any mucous membrane and the slave feels like she is on fire. And it definitely touches those spots." Jennifer finished her introduction.
"Let's see what we need to know about our competitors. Oxana is a quite new participant here at the Painbringer Games arena." the camera showed the blue-banded ass-plug wearing girl. "She is 25 years old and her civilian job was teaching history. I guess she likes being in a real arena. This is her third game ever, she has one lost and one won competition. Her total recovery time was 3 weeks until now, so she has a quite impressive healing ratio. Not even minor amputation needed so far and it is said she has a very strong body and great agility so we might see her here in several other games." Jennifer finished and the camera turned to the other woman. She was around 30 with large breasts and long, blonde hair. Unlike in the case of the other slave, her body was covered with scars and marks; she had no nipples but awful half-healed wounds instead. As the camera slowly scrolled her body up and down Aurelia had to hold back her breath. The woman's vagina was opened grotesquely and it was totally flat, no labia remained around her sex. Her toes were awfully deformed and she had lost all of her toenails, the nail beds were scarred and burnt.
"You should remember Shannon, she is a well-known guest of this arena. This will be her 15th race! Awesome! It is said that whether she won or lose this race, she will be resigned to the Final Scream Games as her body is too heavily used up by now. Shannon has nine won and five lost games and she has been with us for more than one year! Please let us show you the interview I made with her four months ago when she was the champion of the Seventh Ashagen Firework Runner Championship." the screen darkened for a moment and a recorded video played.
The woman called Shannon was sitting in device that looked like a gynaecological chair, her feet were raised high in the air. She was wretched, but somehow the general shape of her body seemed much better. Jennifer was standing next to her and held the microphone to the slave.
"Congratulation, Shannon, you did it well! How do you feel after winning one of the highest ranked Championships in Ashagen?" she asked. The woman was sweating and her face was covered with tears, her soles were red and black and were slightly steaming.
"I... I'm sooo... happy..." she whispered and turned into sobs. Jennifer looked at the camera and blinked. "Well... winners have the privilege to cry." she said and stepped to Shannon’s burnt soles. Large blisters covered the sole just where Shannon's arch was. The skin was blackened around and the sole looked like it was wet as the light reflected from the half-way roasted surface. With a finger she caressed Shannon's sole and the poor woman shrieked out. Jennifer showed her fingertip to the camera, it was covered with the melted fat of the slave's sole tissues. Jennifer licked her finger and smiled again.
"My dear Champion! We followed the beautiful tradition and collected the seed of over 50 men who enjoyed your fantastic run from the scaffold. As you're the winner you have your very own privilege to drink all of it. I know you were starving a lot before the competitions, you must be kept in shape and also even a short puke during the race would decrease your winning chances. But this is time for celebrating, and you can drink as much protein as you want." Jennifer said and someone handed her a transparent bottle. She held it in front of the camera and wobbled the content. The bottle was filled with whitish-yellowish, thick human sperm. Jennifer stepped to Shannon's head and with her index and thumb finger squeezed her jaws open.
"Here we go! Do not forget, the reward seed must be drunk to the last drop. Enjoy!" the girl said and started to pour the thick, slimy material into the panting slave's mouth. Jennifer poured and Shannon gulped. When the bottle was still half full, Shannon struggled against her bonds and tried to tear her jaws from Jennifer's grasp but had not enough strength.
"Hahaha... hold still, slave... hold still!" Jennifer amused herself of Shannon's struggling and continued pouring the sperm. Shannon swallowed more but her face became pale green and her eyes widened as her gullet wanted to refuse the awful amount of sperm. Jennifer poured every drop mercilessly into her throat, and as she removed the bottle from Shannon's lips a man stepped to the woman and sealed her mouth shut. Shannon was coughing into her gag and crunchy sounds came from her stomach. Jennifer, still smiling, pinched her nostrils and suddenly Shannon started to convulse. Her fingers speared up and her face showed great horror as the poor girl began to vomit, filling her own mouth with human sperm.
"Swallow... swallow back! Come on Shannon, be a good girl!" Jennifer encouraged her. Shannon was fighting for air, her eyes bulged from their sockets and the veins also bulged in her neck. The terrifying convulsions went on for almost half a minute, but finally she managed to gulp the sperm. Jennifer let free the nostrils and the slave sucked in air through her nose. Jennifer smiled to the camera again and licked the leaked out sperm from her fingertips. The screen darkened and got back the live broadcast.
"The competition begins in 20 minutes, please load your guns gentlemen, open your zips and as lovely ladies around you to start suck... this is going to be exciting!" Jennifer said, Aurelia closed the window with a single click. She didn't believe what she had just seen.
"You shouldn't have seen this, Beauty!" a cold voice said from behind Aurelia.
Aurelia started and spun on her rotating chair to face the newcomer. Unfortunately, her legs bounced against Moira’s corpse and she lost her momentum.
A tall, black clothes wearing man stood at the door. He was wearing ninja clothes; his face was hidden under the hood. He was pointing a gun directly at Aurelia and seemed quite confident.
"You will have plenty of time to get used to that place." he continued and stared at the girl without the simplest noticeable movement.
With her legs entangled under the table and around Moira’s face, Aurelia could not hope to attack the ninja before he could fire his gun. She had to turn to other means. She smiled widely and arched her back slightly, thrusting her proud breasts forward while parting her knees a little to offer him a better view of her crotch.
The man was professional. No matter what sexual gestures Aurelia showed in order to grab his attention and maybe move his gun or vision away, the man seemed to be rock stable.
"Step forward, two small steps. Now lie on the floor, hands on both sides like an angel. Good. Eyes shut, do not dare to move!"
Aurelia was forced to comply. She stood from the chair, knelt down and lied on her back, all the time she peered at the ninja, looking for an opening, which never came. She pretended to close her eyes but actually she was looking at him from behind her long eye lashes. She half-expected the ninja would tell her to close them tight but there he made his first mistake. He approached her body, keeping his gun aimed at her. Aurelia waited until he was at just the right range and suddenly her right leg kicked as fast as cobra. Her foot connected with the man’s right hand, ejecting the threatening gun.
The gun slid somewhere in the darkness under the table. The man was fighting, he was strong and flexible, but Aurelia had the same or maybe even better skills. She surmounted the ninja, grabbed his waist between her strong legs. The man was under the girl on his back, their hands met and grabbed and their muscles tightened against each other. Aurelia was sitting on him, her firm breasts heaving just above his face. Her naked crotch was resting against his rock-hard belly and she could feel his breathing against her inner thighs. She looked into the dark eyes of the man and to her surprise his eyes were smiling.
"You are good, Beauty!" he whizzed. "You are better than I thought. And even more attractive... gggrrrrrrhhhhhhh!!!" he rattled as the girl increased the pressure around his waist and his inner organs sent signals of pain into his brain.
“Shut up! Who are you? Why did you attack me?” Aurelia asked.
"I... I am, a citizen and occasional head-hunter... aaarrrrggghhhhhh... and I was seeking for a slave like you all the time.... oooohhhhhhhhh..."
“Who are you working for?” Aurelia asked. Now she had the good luck to hold someone who might give her precious information. She had even just got a gun. She would just have to pick it from under the desk once she would have got rid of the ninja.
"I... I'm working for Adamar this time... and must take you back... aarrrrgggggg... your escape was signalled as soon as you left his house... uuuuhhhhgggggg...."
“Tell me how I can leave Ashagen!”
"Forget it... nobody ever leaves this place... eeehhhhhhh... if they don't want to..."
“I don’t believe it! There must be a way, even if I have to walk 100 km! Now, tell me in which direction is the closest town out of Ashagen! And tell me also where the Ashagen fortress lies”
"Youuu... so sexy..."
“Answer me now!” she barked.
"Release me... oauugghhhh... eehhhh... and I will... aaoohhh... nice to you..."
“I’ll release you once you answer my question. And do it fast, before I crush your ribs to shatters!” she threatened while clenching her thighs harder, feeling the ninja’s rib cage trembling between her steel muscles.
"There is a switch... uhhhhhh... short range... ggrrrrrhhhhhh... you asked for this..." he rattled and Aurelia saw the man bite on something under his mask. Suddenly flashing pain hit her face, up around her forehead, as if a white-hot iron was pushed into her eyes. She thought she was screaming but wasn't sure, all she could realize was that she lost control. Through her misty vision she realized that the man was standing above her. He kneeled down and gently kissed her lips.
"Good night, my naked panther. It was so nice chatting with you." he whispered and Aurelia lost her consciousness.
* * *
When she came back to her senses, the first thing she noted was a sharp pain in her tongue, as if it was stretched out of her mouth and clamped cruelly tight. She tried to bring it back in but somehow it was impossible. She also found that she was unable to close her mouth. She tried to open her eyes, but they were blindfolded under a sweat-smelling old leather blindfold. She could feel something heavy resting on her shoulders and around her neck, something that was keeping her arms away from her body. She grunted on the sandy ground and moved her legs. That’s when she realised that her legs too were restrained.
Aurelia was lying on the street, just in front of the house she broken in. The ninja had carried her there and restrained her in such way he was sure she could not escape nor fight anymore. He had locked a wide ring gag into her mouth, put a heavy wooden stock around her neck and wrists and linked her ankles with a short and heavy chain. Seeing that she was back to life, he yanked on the leash he had connected to a toothed clamp clenched on her tongue.
“Stand up now, and follow me! Do not try any trick, Beauty! You are under my ultimate power at this moment, and we're in hurry! Just do as I order and everything will be fine.”
Aurelia felt her tongue almost ripped from her throat. She had no other choice than to follow the tug. Contorting her torso, she managed to brace on her right hand and kneel up. Blinded and with her arms fastened wide apart, she felt completely helpless. The pain in her tongue made her very obedient indeed. As the tug continued upwards, she stood on her feet. Immediately, she yelped in pain and climbed on the ball of her feet: her heels had just been pierced by a couple of spikes. Those were coming from a set of heel-shoes, cup-shaped pieces of thick leather that had been strapped around her ankles and that held steel spikes pointing at the sole of her heels and prevented her from resting her feet flat on the ground.
She barely had the time to recover her balance before the tug on her tongue forced her to move forward. She hobbled forwards, on the tip of her feet, her tongue protruding from her mouth, drooling abundantly on her torso, completely blind. She could feel something heavy bouncing between her breasts. Unknown to her, it was a tag dangling from the front of her stocks, that read “Runaway”.
"Take care with the spikes in your heels... I don't want to ruin your adorable feet at this moment, but you deserve to feel what will come once you enter the arena!" he said and mercilessly tugged on Aurelia's leash again.
As she was marched along the street to an unknown destination, she kicked herself mentally for having waited too long before killing the ninja. Now, it was too late and her next occasion to break free might be quite remote…
After long minutes of sweating walk they stopped.
"You're from hell, Beauty. I'm unable to resist." he said simply and suddenly Aurelia felt as her legs were swept from under her. She fell immediately, unable to protect herself. To her great surprise, the man - who else - caught her body before she hit the ground and placed her into a kneeling position, almost gently.
"I want to feel your moistness right now and here. Adamar won't be upset by this." he said to himself and the woman felt as something hot touched her forced-open lips. A musky, sweaty, rancid smell invaded her nostrils and she immediately realised what was going to happen. Restrained as she was, she was helpless to resist the oral rape. The ninja pushed his long and definitely thick cock into her wide open mouth and he moaned.
"Ohh... what a mouth... you filthy little bitch... I wish I would have you already." he pushed his cock deeper, deep into Aurelia's throat. The young spy gagged on the thick foul rod. Her nostrils flared as she was forced to breathe through her nose. She could feel curly hair against her nose and sweaty, hairy testicles against her chin. The ninja wasn't rough but quite firm and after a couple of thrusts, Aurelia felt his warm semen fill her mouth. The man removed the still rock hard member from her mouth and wiped it clean on her hair. Gobbles of sperm mixed with saliva drooled on her chin as she was unable to close her mouth.
"Gooood... now I can do the walk to Adamar's house." he finished and yanked Aurelia onto her feet again. She moaned as it felt as if her tongue was going to be torn from her throat. She felt utterly helpless, blind and bound as she was, led by her tongue. Threads of sperm were dangling from her chin and soiling her bouncing, proud breasts and belly.
The walk was more than uncomfortable, her calves were tired from having to stand on her toes all along, but for her luck it was short, and within 5 minutes they arrived somewhere. A gate opened and as they headed forward the well-known voice of Lord Adamar could be heard.
"Here you are, you unfaithful, disgusting wench!" Adamar roared. He stepped to her and slapped her face hardly, her cheek burst into flame after the strike.
"Stop that, Mylord!" the ninja said and some hidden threat spiced his words. "She is yours now, but not for too long. Do not forget what you have promised to me if I took her back before the slave hunter gang! I have pre-emptive right on the market! And I want unharmed livestock! You have seen what she did with those straps. She is dangerous. Do not let your anger mist your judgement. Punish her if you want, but do not cause any visible damage... Mylord!" the ninja said and Adamar retreated.
"All right… all right. If you can pay the 200.000 you will get her tomorrow... now leave my house... I want to be alone with the bitch." Adamar said and two seconds later the gate closed with a loud bang.
"Filthy runaway! You're lucky you are worth more if undamaged on the market!" Adamar hissed and suddenly the girl felt hands grabbing her.
"My party is still going on. As we can't make you FEEL, we will make you TASTE the justice." he laughed and Aurelia was dragged somewhere. With strong hands tugging on her tongue leash, she was led into a place where she could hear a large crowd. Laughing, talking, loud music filled the air.
"Look at that... what a pretty doll..." a man said.
"Wow... a runaway... are they going to snuff her?" a woman asked.
"Mhh.. no baby... she is not in the programme..." another man replied.
The tag from her neck, the clamp and leash from her tongue and the spiked heels were removed and Aurelia was forced to sit cross-legged. Leather straps were applied to her knees and were tied to iron rings embedded into the floor. Her back was pressed against a vertical pole, which was fastened to the back of her yoke, forcing her upright and preventing her from moving her upper body.
"My friends!" she heard Adamar's voice. "This pretty slave is going to be sold on the market tomorrow. Unfortunately she made an escape attempt and I cannot leave it unpunished. Please consider her as men's toilet for the rest of this wonderful party, fill her rotten slave guts with your piss and cum until it flows from he ears!" Adamar shouted and loud applause followed his words.
Only a few seconds later someone stopped in front of Aurelia. "Open wide... oh.. you're fucking open wide already." a man laughed on his own joke and suddenly a burst of warm piss hit Aurelia's throat. Aurelia turned her face sideward and the stream splashed against her cheek and hair. But the man soon adjusted his aim and the disgusting liquid fell again into her mouth. The man was laughing as he followed Aurelia’s desperate attempts to avoid his urine. The cruel game only finished when his bladder was empty.
Her face was dripping with acrid urine as another man came to her. This one was not interested in a shooting game and he pressed his cock directly inside Aurelia’s gaping mouth. His cock was already turgid and it quickly swelled to an impressive size. It tasted of urine, stale sperm and acrid pussy juices. After a few thrusts, it spurt inside her mouth.
"Swallow, you stupid cunt! Don't dare to spit it!"
With her mouth forced open, Aurelia was unable to spit, even she had dared to. The thick stuff was slowly dribbling down her throat, leaving a coat of sperm inside her mouth and on her tongue.
The man was quickly replaced by another one who stood in front of her. He began to jerk, her cock aimed at Aurelia’s face. A woman was with him, wearing a rich cocktail dress. She went behind Aurelia and grabbed her auburn curls, pulling on them so as to keep her face immobile.
"Yesss... ohhh... hold her face... yesss... aaaooohhhhh... hereeeee... ooohhhhhh... shit... that was a huge load!" grunted the man as Aurelia felt thick, greasy gobbles of sperm landing across her face and into her mouth. Some landed in her nostrils as well and formed bubbles as she breathed. Aurelia was moaning, feeling utterly debased by the continuous rain of sperm.
The woman left Aurelia’s hair alone and came to the man who was panting in front of her. She seized his member and directed it towards the spy’s face. “Piss on her now!” she encouraged him. But his cock hardened under her soft touch and the man could not piss.
"Come on darling, you harden always when I hold your cock... and you can't piss... come on, concentrate... yes yes yes... ohh yessss... directly into her gullet..."
Again, Aurelia felt hot piss streaming into her mouth and splashing over her face as she tried to avoid it.
“Damn it!” cursed the woman. “She moves too much! Most went out of her mouth. This can’t do!” She rummaged into her purse and pulled out a short string with curved hooks on both ends. She leaned over Aurelia’s face and threaded one hook through the earring hole in her lobe. She passed the string behind her nape and hooked it in the same fashion on her other ear. Then, passing behind her, the woman pulled on the small chain, until Aurelia’s back skull banged against the top of her wooden stocks, her face forced upwards. The woman then hooked the chain to the pole, restraining the young spy by her own ears. Aurelia tried to turn and lift her head, but she was held for good and could only move one centimetre in each direction.
“Now, it’s time you drink piss for real!” she told her. She lifted the front of her dress, revealing to everybody that she was wearing no panties. She squatted over Aurelia’s stocks and sat on her face. Aurelia grunted as her nose was pressed into the sweaty, acrid woman’s folds. Seconds later, a warm stream of urine spurted into her gaping mouth. This time, she had to swallow it to the last drop, her stomach filling with the disgusting liquid.
Aurelia was forced to receive at least 20 loads of cum and twice as much golden shower in the upcoming two hours. She spilled out a great amount but even more found its way down to her stomach, filling her belly with the sweet human sperm and the acrid human urine. What was spilled out covered the wooden stab of her stocks under her chin and also dropped onto her legs. Her nostrils were filled with the awful stench also and being used as a party-toilet was hundred times worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life. When the party was finally over and the guests had left, Aurelia felt like a used rag, like a totally used up and screwed out nothing.
"You bitch." she heard Adamar's voice again. “you will be taken to the slave market in the condition you are now! Whether the Hunter buys you or anyone else, people need to know you're an unfaithful runaway!" He spat into her mouth and left her where she was. But not alone. She heard as some people were moving around and made the cleaning of the party room.
"Hey.. Buddy... let's rape her... Adamar won't discover a bit more sperm, just look at her!"
"Shut the fuck up... jerk your cum into her mouth if you want, but I won't fuck that mouth... she is simply disgusting... I'm not a fucking homosexual spermophile..."
And Aurelia’s nightmare continued as unwashed cock after another poured its load into her unwilling throat, until the whole cleaning team had passed over her. The party had ended late into the night and when the cleaning was finally over, the time had come to lead Aurelia to the auction.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter VII – The slaves’ market
Aurelia was exhausted like never before in her life. She hadn't had any resting sleep since she awoke in the warehouse of Carrick City. She had been raped and tortured several times, she had faced horrors that reflected the deepest pits of hell. The future didn't seem bright as well, all of the happenings were out of her control and the wicked people gathered in the city of Ashagen predicted ultimate misery for the young agent.
Early in the morning she was released from the floor,every parts of her cruel bondage but her blindfold remained. She was dragged onto her feet by one of Adamar's guard and tossed outside the building. Her mates were already waiting outside, every girl she had left behind in the night were sitting on a small, two-wheeled cart. Two harnessed horses waited and Adamar was sitting right next to the coach. All of the other slaves looked beautiful, they were pampered in such a professional way, that even Jane looked attractive. They were not gagged or blindfolded and only a metal shackle on their left ankle tied them to the legs of their seats. Jane, Renata and Nina looked at Aurelia with horror and despite the hateful torture games forced on them by Adamar the three women's facial expression showed pity. Trixie looked into Aurelia's eyes and smiled, her eyes were flashing with gratification. Aurelia was taken upto the cart and both of her ankles were chained to the seat.
She had been wearing the heavy stocks since several hours and her back and shoulders were screaming in pain. Her arms were knotted with cramps and her wrists and neck showed signs of chaffing. No amount of twisting or pushing could alleviate her predicament anymore. She was really a mess and her sweaty, greasy, smelly, filthy look seemed even worse when contrasted with the allure of her cart mates. Her face was particularly hideous, covered with a irregular, yellowish crust of dried cum, locks of auburn hair matted to her cheeks and forehead. Her breath was stinking like a sewer hole, and indeed it was almost the function she had provided for the last couple of hours. In addition, Aurelia was utterly exhausted and depressed. The lack of sleep was beginning to show up on her usually strong figure. But arguably the most depressing was that, although she had gathered a lot of intelligence about this place, she had failed to contact the Agency. The prospects of breaking free were even weaker now that she had already done it once. She would probably be guarder with special precaution, as she was already experiencing it.
Tiredness, pain and fear worked together to instillate the first drops of doubt in the young spy usually confident mind. Would she succeed? Would she escape from this hell? Would she do it unscathed?
"Go!" the slave trader said and the cart began to move. Four guards escorted them, walking on both sides of the cart as they rolled out to the street. With her face forced to stare upward, Aurelia had to contort her whole torso in order to look around herself. The wide ring gag was preventing her to talk with her companions. Unlike during the night, there were much more peoples in the street despite the early hour. The cart headed towards the square where Aurelia had seen the six burnt women. They passed the house where she had been recaptured and the poor, dehydrated girl stared at them with senseless eyes. They rolled through the square and Aurelia realized that the last suffering girl had finally died. The awful stench of burnt human flesh could be smelled as they moved between the frames. Renata started to cry when she realized how cruelly burnt the women were, but Trixie stared at the roasted legs as if she was seeing some kind of attraction. They drove along several other streets and through other squares. On almost every spot, naked and tortured female bodies were forced into different positions. Cages with slaves were hanging from walls or from wooden posts, crucified women were moaning in pain. Aurelia counted and at the time they reached the huge square with the sign "Slave market", she had numbered 20 corpses and another 40 half-dead females along their route. Ashagen was the source of true evil.
The slave market was a large, egg shaped square with dozens of small and large wooden platforms. Despite the early hour, several platforms were already filled with naked and mainly young women standing on them. Every slave trader had their own stage and minions. The dawn was cold and the slaves were trembling in the chilly air but their owners didn't pay any attention to such discomforts.
Adamar's platform was a medium-sized, one-meter-high, wooden stage which had a horizontal beam about 3 meters above it and three vertical poles. The cart parked behind the platform and the slaves were released from their seats. One by one, the guards lifted the girls and placed them directly onto the platform. Aurelia's mates were rowed on the edge of the platform, their ankle shackles were chained to iron rings embedded into the wooden surface. Aurelia however suffered much more extreme a treatment. Adamar stepped to her and grinned evilly.
"Stick out your tongue, unfaithful cunt!" he said. A guard assisted him and showed a cruel looking hook to the agent. "We can do this the easy or the hard way. You decide..." Adamar said in sinister voice.
Aurelia had not much choice. She could not hope to fight or flee, restrained as she was now, and with her mouth kept wide open by the ring gag, she could not even protect her tongue. Accordingly, she stuck her tongue timidly out of her gaping mouth. It was still coated with semi-dry sperm as she had not been able to produce enough saliva to wash out the sticky, foul gooey.
With a grimace of disgust, the guard grabbed her tongue at its base with a vice grip and pulled it out a little further. He then approached the hook and Aurelia, her eyes crossed over her protruding tongue, began to moan and flare her nostrils in terror. Deliberately, the guard pierced the hook through the tip of the wiggling, sensitive organ. The pain shot through the secret agent’s head and she screamed to the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the gathering crowd in the place.
The guard let go off the tongue but deftly tied a thin rope to the hook. The rope was dropped over the horizontal post and a guard started to pull until Aurelia had to push her tongue as far as she could. Her face was forced upwards and she also had to rise on her tiptoes as her hooked tongue was forced higher and higher. When Adamar was satisfied by her tongue stretching, he waved to the guard and the rope was knotted. The poor girl was standing on the very tip of her luscious toes desperately attempting to keep her balance. Her tongue was stretched to the maximum, the hook piercing her tongue caused her extraordinary pain. The sperm dried on her face and around her lips, after having been forced to drink litres of cum and piss. Her stomach was fuller then ever before. Aurelia pissed herself as the cruel tongue stretching reached its maximum and she was exposed in such a cruel way. Her previous tongue-leash experience seemed almost pleasurable according to the terrifying feeling she felt standing on tiptoes.
"Good... this will teach you what a runaway deserves here." Adamar murmured.
Moaning, Aurelia was tottering on the tip of her toes, her calves clenched, to allow her the longest extension her body could offer. She kept her feet and legs snug together for the same reason. But still, the traction on her tongue was painful. Tears came to her eyes and she tried to beg for mercy. Of course, with her lips stretched thin, her jaws parted wide and her tongue pulled out, the sounds she uttered were very far removed from any syllable human beings usually proffered.
Accidentally or not, Trixie was Aurelia's neighbour again and the fallen queen watched her suffering with increasing attention. Trixie's limbs were free and only one ankle was secured to the floor so the wicked lesbian had quite a large space to move. As if by accident, Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's toes with her cherry-red painted toes and giggled in a low voice when Aurelia swung slightly from the sudden attack.
As the sun crawled higher on the sky, the slave market slowly filled with people. Every platform got into use as the snoozing slave traders arrived and soon the first customers appeared around the square. Men and women of all ages and in various style of clothing swarmed the market. Although Aurelia had to keep her face towards the sky, she managed to glance around sometimes and the sight was that of a strange carnival. She saw roman citizens like Adamar and his men, Arabian sheiks wearing turbans, Nazi officers, medieval inquisition torturers, cowboys and even dark Jedi’s, but several citizens wore regular clothes or modern BDSM-style latex outfits. Ashagen was the melting-pot of all possible fetishes and styles, the place was really free from any conventional regularities.
The chill of the dawn had left place to the heat of the day as the sun had been darting its rays on the market place. The slaves were regularly given iced water and sprayed with cool brume in order to keep them as fresh and good-looking as possible. Most slaves at least, but some were denied such commodities. Aurelia was of course among them. Not a drop of water was allowed her and she was now pouring sweat all over her glistening body. Her mouth, lips and tongue were parched and crackled. Her eyes, forced to stare at the blindingly blue sky were aching as well. Several flies were crawling of buzzing around her taut body, licking her sweat and making her crazy from the urge to scratch the itching. Her legs were trembling with exhaustion and the shaking propagated to her whole body, causing tremendous pain in the tearing base of her tongue.
Several customers stopped at Adamar's platform and had a look at the slaves, some of them even climbed the stairs to the stage and inspected the girls closer.
"Look at that bold black bitch... what lips she has... she might be able to deep-throat a horse with them..." a Disney-like princess said to the man walking with her.
"Guys... the first class cunt must have done something wrong... her legs are trembling as if she were being electrocuted... I wonder if she will fall and tear her tongue out..." a young man wearing a Nazi colonel suit told to his friends. Everyone in the small group laughed.
Adamar stepped to every potential customer and greeted them warmly.
"Oh Mister Osakawa! Nice to see you again. How is your wife? Ohhh... I condole with you on her death; she was so young and fresh. Are you looking for another fortunate maid? I have perfect merchandise for such purposes."
"The blonde bitch is 50.000 $ Mr Kowalski, but I know how much you love huge breasts. I shall never forget the fantastic tit steak we ate at your last party. But she has no real tits... maybe I can offer you the black bitch, she is much cheaper but her breasts are fatty and supple... ohhh... I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like black-skinned meat..."
Once when Adamar was busy with a customer and not a single person was inspecting the stage, Aurelia felt Trixie's finger slowly probing her anus.
"Aurelia... my love..." Trixie whispered. "You cannot imagine how deep in love I'm with you..." she said as her index finger found Aurelia's shit hole. She forced her bony finger inside causing Aurelia to swing out slightly. The helpless Aurelia could only moan in feeble protest at the unwanted caress.
"I wanted you so much..." Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's baby toe with her big toe and increased the pressure. Aurelia moaned louder, unable and unwilling to move her foot away from the nasty stomping, too scared at the idea of having her tongue torn from her throat.
"You cannot imagine how much I was craving for your tongue in my moist pussy..." she raked her sharp toenail against Aurelia's almost vertical sole tickling the wrinkled sole. Aurelia’s whole body shook as the vicious clawing activated automatic reflexes in her foot. She grunted in protest, glaring at Trixie from the corner of her blinking and dry eyes, hoping to drive her away. Trixie's eyes were burning in crazy desire. She didn't intent to move away or leave Aurelia alone. Trixie caught her chance to torment a girl and she did her best.
"You cannot know how much I wanted you to fist my pussy." Trixie forced another finger into Aurelia's ass. The cover agent felt her sphincter forced painfully wider. She clenched her buttocks, which made her lose her balance. She yelped as she felt the pull on her tongue increasing to an inhuman level. Her eyes were bulging out in sheer terror. She was going to be reduced to muteness. She waved her yoked arms, clenching the air with her fingers, vainly trying to brace herself against some support. Realising what was about to happen, Trixie hooked her fingers firmly inside her victim’s anus and pulled upwards, helping her to regain her footing.
"Your tongue is so sexy, do not wiggle too much, it would be a real loss to lose it..." she removed her fingers from the agent's anus wiped clean her digits on Aurelia's stretched and exposed tongue. "No matter what happens... this is not the last time we face each other." Trixie promised before having to withdraw from teasing Aurelia as Adamar returned onto the stage. With a final bitchiness Trixie kicked hard the top Aurelia's foot making the girl swing out almost to the point where her tongue would be torn. Aurelia let out a long moan. Her tongue was smeared with her own shit and the foul taste added to her misery. Before long, big, green flies landed on her tongue and adventured inside her mouth, looking for more food to feast upon. Aurelia was overwhelmed with disgust and retched and blew, attempting to scare the flies away. But the smart insects soon realised the helplessness of their victim and did not even mind to take off anymore.
Aurelia was trembling there already for hours and she knew that the fight was close to its end. Her legs, ankles and especially her toes were throbbing sharply and despite her special training the fatigue was overwhelming her. She knew that the root of her tongue would not be able to hold the weight of her body without major damages. But suddenly something happened. A couple arrived and the exhausted woman did not remarked them until she heard a known female voice.
"Ohhh yesss... this is her... the girl with the most beautiful feet I have ever seen..." the voice said. Aurelia fixed her eyes onto the arrival and realized that Laura, the woman who had performed her pampering stood smiling before Adamar's stage. Unlike the rest of the slave market's attendants, she had quite an everyday outfit on. She had in company a tall, dark-haired man who stood next to her wearing jeans and white shirts. The couple walked closer and Adamar hurried before them.
"Laura darling... how nice to see you again! You did a great job last night with the slaves... they're dazzlingly beautiful." he greeted the woman. "Greetings to you too... Sir..." he addressed his next words to the dark haired man. The man had pale, cold eyes. Aurelia knew those eyes.
"Good morning Mylord... it seems you were unable to resist the urge and caused her severe damage..." the man - who acted as a ninja during the night - replied.
"She deserved that!" Adamar barked and spat towards the suffering Aurelia. "And you should buy her immediately or she might loose a tongue..." the trader said.
"No... you would never ruin the condition of your most valuable goods, Mylord... so she is relatively safe... but it doesn't matter from now. Here we go." the ninja said and handed two bunches of money to Adamar before removing one banknote. "199.000$, Mylord. There is a hole on her tongue... that decreases her value..."
"God damn you, valuable customer..." Adamar hissed and took the money. "Take her away!"
"You owe me the spiked heels, Mylord, you know how expensive quality torture equipment is these days." the ninja stretched Adamar's patience even more.
"On that cart behind the platform... young man! My men will handle the cunt for you... now leave my place... you are as annoying as you are a good hunter..." Adamar waved the man away. Aurelia's rope was cut and the poor girl collapsed on the platform. Her head knocked against the hard wooden surface but finally the continual threat of losing her tongue eased. Aurelia raised her head dazedly and faced Trixie's red painted toes at very close distance. The wicked woman pushed her sole against Aurelia's lips and still outstretched tongue and as she bent her toes she forced the toes inside Aurelia's mouth. It was just for a short moment, but Trixie smiled victoriously. Aurelia coughed and turned her face away, spitting the dust that Trixie’s sole had collected on her way to the slave market.
Aurelia was dragged to her feet and by two guards she was soon dropped from the platform, landing at the feet of the man. He stepped closer and with the tip of his shoe he forced Aurelia's face upwards. He removed the ring from her mouth, which was followed by a large amount of saliva and foul liquids, dirty remains of her humiliating night.
"Poor thing. I wonder how many loads you have swallowed... did you count?"
Aurelia lifted her eyes toward him and answered “I’ve lost the count after 30”.
"Sounds like you have a really deep gullett... that will be useful, keep it ready." the man replied.
The spiked high heels were dropped next to Aurelia. The man nodded to Adamar's guard and the shoes were soon strapped on the girl's feet. As she was moaning in the dust she saw that Laura was talking to Adamar and the slave trader pointed towards Trixie several times and also said something about Aurelia as well. Laura was smiling and after some further discussion, she handed Adamar a bunch of money. The guards began to release Trixie from her bonds as Laura walked from the platform and headed towards the ninja.
"She is yours... I mean ours now..." she said. "I also bought her rival, I feel we can turn their relation into great fun." she laughed. At these words, Aurelia sighed. “I’ll never get rid of that horny lesboe!” she tought.
"You are wrong, Laura. She is MINE though I owe you some money. And you will be repaid, do not worry" the man replied.
"Oh come on Tyros... I've angeled your craving for this beauty so you can't keep her totally for yourself. You must grant me the right to play with her." Laura replied.
"I grant you what we have agreed... as long as you leave her and especially her feet intact." Tyros nodded.
"We will see, my dear... we will see... so can I visit you this evening, as we agreed?"
"You are always welcome, Laura, but leave your pedicurist kit at home... I don't want to see a single pin or needle..."
"See you around seven!" Laura replied and left them as she walked back to Trixie who was already collared and chained. Her hands were chained behind her back and her ankles were linked by two feet of heavy chain. The man took Aurelia's tongue rope and tugged on it.
"Stand up, you already know how this works. Keep your heels up and do not loose your balance... we're going to walk a lot." he ordered.
Aurelia forced her trembling legs to function again and she managed to get on her feet, bracing on the heavy piece of timber locked around her neck and wrists. The last part, when she had to stand on her nail-heeled “shoes” was awkward as she had immediately to balance on the ball of her feet. Her tired calves cringed as she found herself once again in that awful position. Aurelia had never been a great adept of high-heels. She preferred sneakers and gym shoes and put on 1- or 2-inch heels only on particular occasions. She had never had the opportunity to train the particular set of muscles used to walk on huge heels all day long. She was quickly making up for the time lost though.
She was standing on her toes, panting, her strong, slender, curvaceous body glistening in the sun, her proud breasts heaving, with her arms stretched on both sides of her head. Trixie looked at her from feet to head and blinked at her, whispering “I told you, didn’t I?” Aurelia glared at her and whispered back through her gag “’eave me a’one ‘ow, you shtu’id ‘yke”.
"You will beg me to let you love my body, I swear..." Trixie hissed.
“’e’er!” answered Aurelia, anger swelling inside her.
Tyros noticed the low-voice altercation and grinned. Laura was right: this pair would provide a lot of fun. And just now this gave him an idea to entertain the journey while maintaining the hate that sparkled between the two slaves. Tugging on Aurelia’s tongue leash, he pulled it between Trixie’s buttocks, up her slit and snapped it to a toothed clamp he had just pinched on her clitoris. The leash was so short that Aurelia had to stay bent at the waist, with her nose but centimetres from Trixie’s luscious buttocks.
"Do not talk unless you are asked, slaves. No matter what happens. Enjoy the journey!" he said and slapped Trixie’s ass and Aurelia's face with the same strike. "Go!" Laura joined them as they headed towards the exit of the market and smiled at the funny sight of the two women's quite comical efforts to move at minimum pain.
"Aren't they charming little angels?" Laura asked Tyros. "Just look at them, they seem in love with each other."
The walk was really long and Aurelia suffered much. Although her toes and muscles could rest a bit while she had been laying on the dirt, the exhausting fight for her tongue had made her every tendon burning. Tyros was walking on the girl’s right and whenever she stopped or slowed he slapped her or Trixie’s ass. The two girls could not maintain an equal pace and they kept moaning all the time, with sharper yelps whenever a clitoris or a tongue got a harsher yank. But Aurelia’s was the most dreadful situation. Bent over, she had still to maintain her balance on the cruel heels threatening her soles while supporting the heavy yoke on her sore shoulders. She was drooling profusely on the ground and her breasts kept bouncing under her heaving chest, animated by her arrhythmic strides.
Anger was building in Trixie's heart. Aurelia kept yanking her clit and the fallen queen emitted pain-brought yelps, and each time her anger got even larger. Aurelia should have been the one who had to keep the pace as she was behind. That stupid bitch, she tugged on the leash again and again and Trixie felt renewed hatred. Hate and love, two opposing feelings harmonized together in her heart towards Aurelia. Trixie wanted to have the other woman and she wanted her to suffer. Suddenly she forgot to raise her left foot and as Aurelia stepped forward her foot collided withTrixie's ankle. The kick must have hurt but due to the sudden stumble, Aurelia's heel pushed against the spikes hardly, the sharp pointed needles punctured her skin and penetrated her tender flesh.
Aurelia yelped in pain and kicked her foot up to relieve the pain in her heel. The movement made her straighten her back a little and she yanked hard on Trixie’s clitoris and on her own tongue. But the points did not get out of her sole and Aurelia had to shake her foot frantically to free it. This caused further shaking of the connecting chain and more complaints from Trixie.
"Stop that, bitches!" Tyros ordered and he slapped hardly against Trixie's cheek leaving a red mark on her skin.
As they left the slave market and walked along several streets, Aurelia discovered hundreds of other slaves led by their owners. She saw girls whose arms and legs had been amputated at the elbows and knees and who were crawling like sick dogs. She saw a chariot pulled by four women who were dressed like ponies. Soon she was forced to consider that her own misery was far from the worst.
After half an hour of that painful walk, they finally stopped at the door of a small and dirty house. Tyros separated the slaves and turned to Laura.
"Take your new purchase to your home and see you around seven. We'll be waiting for you." he said goodbye to Laura. "Seven." the woman replied and gently gripped Trixie's ass. "Go baby, go." The slave and her mistress left them alone.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter VIII - Piercings
Tyros knocked at the house's door and a very small, wrinkled, Asian man opened it.
"My friend, come in, I was waiting for you!" the small man invited them into the dark room. The equipment was more than strange but finally she figured out why the place was so familiar: it was the copy of a very strange tattoo saloon. Right in the middle of the room a huge metal chair was standing, that was a hybrid between a dentist and a gynaecological chair.
Tyros freed Aurelia’s tongue, grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit onto the cold iron seat, whose seat had a large hole in the middle. With the small Asian’s help first her left leg was forced in place, at about chest height, and her ankle was strapped tight. The other leg was immobilized in the same way and soon she found her waist and her chest under her gorgeous breasts also strapped. The wooden stock was removed but before she could do anything with her arms, the two men's joined to strap her wrists on her sides. They needed all their strength to force down her right arm, as Aurelia tried her best to break free. Her muscles bulged fiercely, she groaned like a panther and sweat poured from her dirty skin as she fought for her freedom. But with her left arm and her neck still locked in the heavy yoke, she had little purchase. Finally the four men’s arms won the struggle and her right wrist was strapped down. Exhausted and desperate, she could not oppose such a ferocious fight with her left arm. Finally her neck was also tightly pinned down. She was now unable to move any part of her body but her fingers and toes, and slightly her neck although that caused serious pain in her throat. Still, she groaned and clenched her muscles, which formed bulges and knots under her shiny skin.
"Nice and strong specimen" said the Asian, “although she stinks like a sewer”.
"Nice indeed, Master Torana. Actually she is one of the best you could ever meet." Tyros replied.
"So, what will be her fate? How do you want her prepared?"
"Well, you must apply every piercing for a full time arena slave. No need to ring everywhere but the holes must be really secured. I also need some security implant for her. Examine her nails, Master. She escaped from Adamar's training gym and she did that with those nails. I've examined what she did and the leather straps were cut through as if she had been wearing scalpels instead of sheer horn. She is something special and I want to ensure she will remain with me for as long as I want. Do you have any suggestion?" the ninja asked. The small man bent over Aurelia's hands and flexed her fingers, examining her fingernails from close distance. He did the same with her toes and rubbed his chin.
"This girl is a living weapon, my friend. I've heard about such body modifications but never seen with my own, old eyes. Maybe the charlatans at the Mengele Institute could have done this to her but as you mentioned she is new in the city... very interesting. This girl was prepared for something extreme I can tell you. If you can make her compete in the arena, she will earn you fucking lot money. I would implant my very own CuntRol device. It is a bit larger than the high tech waste at the Mengele, but more secure and more reliable. You can shock her anytime if needed with a small signaller and it can work at one-kilometre distance. No need to recharge, the device collects its charge from her body heat and once activated she will be shocked by the inner discharge. They usually puke and release bladders and intestines and also remain knocked out for long minutes. The signal is individual so nobody else can influence your slave. It must be implanted into her pelvis right next to the spine but I can do that very easily."
"Sounds good... you know how much I prefer your skills to the Mengele's high tech stuff. Could you also replace her canine teeth with artificial vampire teeth? Not only for the visual desire but that could also prove useful in the arena." Tyros asked.
"Well... if you don't want to rape her mouth too much I can change her whole denture into a shark jaw."
"Ohh noo... just her canine teeth... I have some weakness for predatory women."
"Not a problem... vampire teeth. So we're going to ring her whole body... nostrils, upper and lower lips on three spots each, her tongue... this one seems done already but I suggest another ring closer to the root. Nipples and belly button, clitoris, inner and outer labia, five spots each, and if I remember well, two rings would be useful too on both sides of her asshole. At this stage fingers and toes shouldn't be ringed but only when needed for the competition. Should I use anaesthetics?"
"Why? Do you have any?"
"Hehehe... sure I don't.. this is Ashagen! Also, I notice that you have placed nail-shoes on her feet. Would you like me to put more permanent heels? I can screw a long nail into each of her heel bones, which will leave her no choice but walking on tip toes. This is delightful, I assure you. And it is even better when combined with studs screwed into the balls of the feet. It really makes them dancing! Ha ha ha! And maybe Achilles’ tendons ring as well? The kind that drag on the ground when unattended. That’s the must for runaway slaves: these rings keep bouncing up and down when they run, bouncing against the bones and yanking on the flesh.”
"Not yet... you offer me very seductive opportunities, but now I need her to be able to compete at maximal effectiveness. No need to worry, after her first competitions in the arena more extreme preparations will be needed and I will suggest the other kennel owners some of those additions. But not now. I want to make out lots of money before she gets crippled too much.
“As you wish, Sir. And now, about her breasts, the fashion is now to set very large rings through the very flesh of the tits, in addition to the regular nipples rings. Or even a steel rod piercing them both through and through. And maybe a ring or rod through the septum of her nose? What do you thing of that?” added the Asian man, his eyes sparkling with cruelty. If he had been left the choice, Aurelia’s body would soon be hidden under a thick layer of steel rings and rods.
"Yes, the septum ring sounds like a good idea and as I inspected, there is already a hole, make her by be bull, Master. The tits shouldn't be pierced such roughly yet, but in time everything will come... But I've almost forgotten something important... you should tattoo her temple with my kennel sign too, I want everyone to know that she belongs to me!"
"Sorry sir, what is your sign?"
"A human female body with panther head roasting in the middle of sparkling flames."
“Let's start, this will take the rest of the day!" the Asian man laughed and put on plastic gloves.
"No need to hurry, Master Torana. I want quality job." the ninja said and took a seat in front of the strapped and wide open legged Aurelia.
Aurelia had listened to this sickening conversation with growing anguish. Her body was going to be permanently marked, once more. And if what she had just heard was indeed true, the tattooing of her forehead would soon seem a little girl make-up exercise.
"Hmmm... let's see... very pretty nose..." the Asian man said holding a long metallic needle in his hands which had a rubber cover at the blunt end. He switched on a gas burner and held the needle into the flame until its surface was completely antiseptic. He stepped to Aurelia and grinned at her, gripped her jaws and slowly approached the needle from her septum. The hot metal touched Aurelia's nose, the remaining dried sperm around that spot evaporated within a moment and Torana pushed the pointed end through the thin, half- healed tissue. The pain shot through Aurelia’s nose and seemed to explode in her brain. It radiated from the sensitive nerves in her septum and caused incredible agony. Tears poured from the clenched eyes of the proud agent.
His strong grip held the face steadily and without a pause he also punctured the girl's flaring nostrils, small puffs of smoke fought towards the ceiling. Finally he removed the needle and admired his handiwork.
"Perfect little holes at perfect locations, her rings will show perfect symmetry. Let her flesh cool down a bit..." he laughed. Aurelia’s tear-filled eyes were crossing on her throbbing nose, as she tried to evaluate the damages done. But her blurred vision did not allow her a clear view. She hoped the Agency’s surgical surgeons would be able to repair her nose. Torana reheated the needle and also burnt down the drops of blood before he returned to Aurelia's face.
"What a kiss-begging lips you have, darling... I’ll make them even more attractive." he took a pincer and pinched Aurelia's upper lip with it and began to stretch the soft tissue far from her mouth.
“Aouch!” cried Aurelia, trying her best to escape the strong grip and scared to death by what was going to happen.
"Don't struggle! Let it happen, it will be easier for both of us." he said and pierced the lip right where the red, tender and fatty part ended. He punctured the soft tissue mercilessly right in the middle under Aurelia's nose and he also made two other holes on both sides, near the corners of her mouth. He released the pliers’ cruel grip and heated the needles again.
"You will look beautiful, darling; you will see a totally new face next time you look into a mirror."
Torana enjoyed his work. His eyes were flashing and he drooled like a lunatic as the holes were burnt into Aurelia's lips. After the three holes in her upper lip Torana went to work on her lower lip too creating the holes in the opposite spots. He yanked on the girl's lips hard every time the whining agent struggled against her bonds and made the straps cut into the flesh of her very own throat as she managed to turn her head a centimetre away, but Torana's rough yanks returned her head to the original position immediately. Smoke rose and some drops of half-roasted blood landed on Torana's grinding face after every hole made, and finally he was over with the girl's lips. Snot was flowing from the girl's nose, her eyes were red and showed the pain and humiliation she was forced to endure.
"Let's ring 'em while the iron is hot... I'm curious how does my metal circles look on her face!" Torana whispered in overwhelming sadistic lust. He brought a bunch of different iron rings to the girl and threw them onto Aurelia's flat abdomen. Every ring was shiny clean but the sizes both in diameter and thickness varied on a wide range. Torana picked up two smaller rings and with a pair of strange pliers he opened one of them. The device was designed explicitely for opening and closing this kind of metal rings and Torana inserted one ring’s open end into Aurelia's nostril, made it turn and with a single movement closed it shut. He repeated the process on the other nostril and stepped back for a moment. He held a small mirror before Aurelia's face and laughed.
"Look at that... what a lovely piercing you have darling, and this is only the beginning..."
Aurelia’s eyes opened wide at the sight. Her nose was framed with two ugly rings pierced in her nostrils. It reminded her of the race she had seen on Ashagen TV and she shivered at the thought. She was being prepared for the same purpose. Her mouth too was lined with red holes. Futilely, she pulled on her restraints, squirming helplessly on the rack. “Please,” she begged, “do not disfigure me any more!”.
A much larger and thicker ring was opened and Torana inserted it into Aurelia's septum with great pleasure. At least that was a familiar experience for the girl and Torana's ring proved much easier in comparison to the one she had been forced to wear in Dhonko's truck.
The ring was heavy. She could feel it dangling from her raw septum, and resting on her lips. It was so large that it touched her lower lips. Aurelia sobbed. The first two rings might still have passed for some deviant jewellery, but this ring was obviously for one purpose alone: bondage and humiliation. It would announce her slave status in even clearer words than the tattoo on her forehead. Again, she crossed her eyes and was horrified by the size of the ring.
Finally the six holes in her lips were ringed too, and the period of time while the rings were inserted gave Aurelia some time to rest. Having the ring embedded was significantly less painful than having the holes punctured. The six lip-rings were small but sturdy, although they did not disturbed the girl as much as the three rings in her nose. She could feel them, slightly parting her lips where they entered her mouth. She could feel them with her tongue inside. She imagined how she should now look like a freak. She remembered the shocked impression she had felt when first she had seen Jane, the tattooist girl. This was the kind of reaction she would be producing on peoples from now on.
"Now let's use these rings to provide access to the oral cavity, if I remember well, we have to work on her tongue and teeth too." Torana said and bent a strange attachment of the chair in front of Aurelia's face. It was similar to a dentist's chair's reflector although it was fancied with six, hanging, thin chains. Torana clamped the small hooks at the end of the chains to Aurelia's lip-rings, and pushed a button on the side of the chair. The chains started to shorten with metallic clings and soon Aurelia's lips were forced into a widening circle as the chains pulled the rings. She gasped, feeling her lips stretched. She opened her mouth and stretched it wider and wider, following the diverging tug of the chains. The widening went on for long seconds until the girl felt that her mouth reached the maximum stretching, her jaws were wide open. For her utter chill the chains pulled further and further and her lips were slowly forced into an unnaturally wide and extremely painful position, the tissues were stretched beyond the point where the jaws could follow them and the lips departed far from her teeth. Finally the pulling stopped and Aurelia felt like her whole face was in fire. Torana showed the mirror to her again, and she had to face the grotesquely grinding mask of herself, like she was sketched by an insane cartoon maker. Her perfect, flashing-white teeth were fully discovered, down to the last molar at the back of her mouth. Her gums were glistening in the violent light. Her lip flesh was stretched so thin and far that she looked white and almost translucent. Her eyes offered a mix of pain and terror. She could not move her face or her jaws a millimetre. She was drooling profusely. Beads of cold sweat were rolling down her face. Her tongue was trembling in the wide open cavern of her mouth. She wondered whether her lips would ever recover their original shape or whether they would stay drooping for the rest of her life.
In the midst of agony and pain, a faint sparkle of lucidity was wondering whether the mad dentist would notice the treatment her teeth had been given. A special dentist of the Agency had first polished the surface of her teeth to make them thinner. Then he had applied several layers of strengthened cement. It was a material that was very similar to natural ivory but whose strength was close to that of steel. Her front teeth and her canines had been filed so as to be able to cut through rope and even thin cables. Her special teeth had saved her at several occasion in past missions, allowing her cut her restraints with her teeth. In this mission, she had always been gagged in some way or another and had not yet been able to make use of them. But still it remained one of her best hope of escape.
"As you can feel darling I have quite an easy access to your mouth now. I strongly suggest you obey my commands without hesitation. Now, let me see your tongue, stick it out!"
Aurelia was too conscious of her helplessness to fight. She had no hope of escaping now and it seemed a better strategy to comply so as to get out of the claws of this sadist as early as possible. Thus, she stuck out her already-pierced tongue, wondering what was in store for her.
Torana grabbed the very tip of Aurelia's tongue with forceps and pulled her tongue until the girl's tongue was stretched as hardly as earlier on the slave market.
"Help me, boy!" he told to Tyros. "Prepare a needle, take it from the tray and heat it up, we don't want the beauty suffer any infection." The ninja did as he was told and soon handed Torana the hot needle. With his free hand Torana inserted the iron into the bloody hole on Aurelia's tongue. Hissing sounds came from her flesh and she squeaked in a very high-pitched voice, Torana had to tighten his muscles to hold the struggling tongue in place. He moved the needle in and out several times in the hole, gore evaporated and small flesh-chunks were burnt down as he treated the hole with that cruel but effective method. When the hole was finally rounded perfectly and every broken tissues were burnt enough to stop bleeding Torana smiled. "I suggest a ring instead of any other piercing, if it is wide enough in diameter to pass the tip of her tongue you can immobilize her tongue anytime you want." he said and Tyros nodded. So soon a huge, metal ring was embedded into Aurelia's tongue. It was at least 4 centimetres in diameter. Torana’s special ring-closer pliers did their task and the sturdy ring was permanently closed around the agent's tongue.
Aurelia had been moaning all the time her tongue had been stretched out of her gaping mouth, tears pouring from her wide-open eyes. As soon as Torana let her tongue go, she pulled it back in the fallaciously protective cavern of her mouth. She felt the heavy ring weighing the tip of her tongue and it rattled against her teeth as she pulled it in. The ring was so big it was unpractical as it rested inside her mouth. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak or to eat normally with it.
"Now it's time to deal with her canine teeth as you ordered!" Torana said and Aurelia's new tongue-ring had its use immediately. Through a hook another chain was attached to the ring and Torana stretched it until the poor girl's tongue was pulled out from her mouth, pressed hardly against her lower jaw.
Aurelia groaned again as the bottom of her tongue was grinding against her sharp lower teeth. The awful stretch made her retch and gag helplessly, until she managed to accustom herself to the difficult situation.
"Wow... her mouth and throat stinks like the dingiest toilet, and there are still dried layers of sperm on her gums..." Torana murmured as he bent closer and inspected her teeth. "Man! Look at this!" he shouted and invited Tyros closer to have a look into the girl's mouth. "Look at the teeth, especially at their surface!" he said. "The bitch is really transformed into some heavy weapon! Not only her nails but her teeth are also extraordinary" he explained and tapped a tooth with his pliers. "Hear that? This is some kind of cement, but hard like steel... I think she might be able to bite through rock not to mention your cock..." he grinned. "Be careful with this little wench, she is something special and you might find it too hard to keep her under control! Let me remove all of her teeth... that would be safer." Aurelia had a hiccup and her face seemed even more scared. She was afraid that her secret identity was going to be discovered. She would have to kill these two guys as soon as possible to prevent her secret to spread wider.
"No... I know how to handle that. Follow my order and replace only the two upper canine teeth." Tyros replied and he walked behind Aurelia. He squatted and began to whisper into the girl's ear.
"You owe me a lot, baby... for now you should have some idea about what would already have happened to you if someone like Adamar or Torana were your owner..." he said and playfully bit her ear. Aurelia just grunted in replay. She could not even turn her head to look at him. What was going to happen was feeling her heart with anguish. She was vainly trying to close her mouth, stretching her lips some more and yanking forcefully on her restraints.
Torana took evil-looking pliers into his hand, opened and closed them before Aurelia's eyes. He reached into her mouth with the pliers and took a firm grip on Aurelia's canine tooth. "This gonna hurt like hell. Feel free to transform your pain into any voice you can produce" Torana said and suddenly he started to pull on the tooth. Aurelia's vision busted into harsh, violent light, the pain that hit her was beyond every human limit. Torana wanted her to feel that pain as long as possible. He worked on her tooth for a long time, pulled on hard before he started to twist it left and right. For short seconds he also let the tooth rest before he yanked on it again, every time pulling it a bit farther from the root. The nerves in her tooth radiated a big amount of pain and it grew even larger when Torana started to screw the tooth around. Blood spurted from under the tooth but nobody paid attention to it, Aurelia was suffering and the two men were enjoying the cruel role-play of wicked dentistry. Long minutes of unspeakable agony passed with the slow pulling, twisting, screwing and yanking until Troana finally decided to finish the game. With a final and hard yank he tore the root and nerves from Aurelia's jaw and showed up victoriously the bloody but totally perfect tooth.
Aurelia was reduced to a crying, screaming, trembling piece of broken meat. Her upper jaw was throbbing and she could still hear the atrocious creaking sounds in her skull. She could not believe agony could reach so high a summit. As her torturer brandished her tooth, she could not resist the need to explore the hole it had left in her denture. This sent a renewed shoot of pain as instead of delicate tongue flesh, it was the hard steel of the ring that touched her raw gum.
"That was great... " Torana said and placed the tooth onto a tray. "Maybe we should drill the removed teeth and stitch them onto a ring pierced on her body..." he said as he searched for a firm grip on Aurelia's other canine teeth. "Here we go!" he said and the torment was repeated. The second time was even worse for the poor girl, and Torana proved to be even crueller as he played with the strong, healthy tooth. That time he focused on fore and aft twisting instead of pulling on the tooth, he tried to loose the root while it was still embedded deep in Aurelia's gums. That method was even slower and although after a few minutes of diabolic twisting he had to pull and screw again as he did with the first tooth the pain what Aurelia had to endure exceeded the first tooth removal. Finally the second tooth was removed too, the final yank spurted blood-drops all across the girl's tied body and another healthy but removed tooth was held in front of her wide-open eyes.
The last bout of inhuman surgery had been too much. Aurelia had passed out as she could feel her tooth slowly torn from her jaw bone. Torana had to revive her with icy water poured over her face.
"Teeth are removed, but we still have teeth to implant." Torana laughed and left for a minute. When he returned he showed a small box to Tyros. "Choose the vampire teeth you want in her mouth." The ninja made his decision soon and Torana showed two, perfectly white ceramic like teeth to the girl. At the root both teeth had nails sticking out, the other ends of the teeth were unnaturally long and pointed, looked like real vampire teeth.
Through her tear-blurred eyes, Aurelia looked at the teeth. They seemed so long. They would either prevent her from closing her mouth completely or protrude beyond her upper lip. But what was scaring her was the size of the nail. It was going to be very deeply implanted in her jaw…
"After the removal the implanting won't be as painful as you might expect... I'm afraid your nerves are still dumb from the pain you got. Fortunately I have to drill your jawbone to make place for nails so at least it won't be pleasurable." Torana said as he placed a tube into Aurelia's mouth. "This sucks the drool and blood." he explained.
Aurelia tried to protest and plead with her torturer. But was could she do? Her mouth was spread so wide that her ringed lips were stretched very thing and immobile. Moreover, her tongue was stretched down and wrapped upon her lower teeth, totally interdicting its use. All she could utter were “aa… aa… aa….”. As for her face, she was so deformed by agony and fear that she could not emote anything more.
Torana stuffed gauze into the place of Aurelia's teeth in order to wipe the blood. He took a very sinister looking, shiny dentist drill and switched it on, held it in front of the girl's face. The thin, ribbed drill-bit emitted a high-pitched sound. He went to work and after removing the bloody pad of gauze from a hole he started to drill immediately, directly into the hole where Aurelia's tooth used to be. The drill ate the remaining flesh within seconds and suddenly hit the bone. Its sound turned to muttered and the pain of having her sensitive living bone drilled hit Aurelia like a tornado. She tried to shriek out loud and let the pain melt in her pain-laboured screams, but all she could do was yowling on very high pitched tone. The metal drill dug itself deeper into her jaw-bone and slivered the living tissue into light dust. Aurelie felt her whole skull vibrating and the churning sound was echoing so loud that she had the feeling of getting mad. Torana withdrew the drill and repeated the process in the other hole, introducing Aurelia to the living hell itself.
She heaved and suddenly the minimal content of her stomach was puked out, sticky gobs of half-digested sperm mixed with her digesting acids filled her forced-open oral cavity and flowed beside her stretched tongue onto her chin. Torana grimaced and stopped the drilling for a while.
"Stupid sluts... they always mess themselves..." he cursed and sucked the vomit with the vacuum tube. Then he went on with the drilling and soon the second hole was made too. Torana didn't give Aurelia any chance to regenerate or rest. He took one vampire-tooth and put it into place.
"I'm going to screw. The nail of the tooth is much thicker than the hole we've just drilled. Will take about 15-20 turns until it reaches the root but this will be much more stable than any other of your teeth, slut." Torana explained and he grabbed the vampire-tooth with a pliers-ended screwdriver. He got a firm grip on the tooth and started to screw inside the nail. He had to tighten his muscles and soon sweat started to flow from his forehead as he was fighting with Aurelia's jaw-bone again, this time using only human strength. After 5 minutes of sweating and screwing Torana stepped back and admired his handiwork. Aurelia’s jaw was throbbing and pain was pulsating through her whole head, flashing from the newly rooted tooth. She could not believe how much pain could be inflicted without causing her death. Never she had been confronted to so much agony.
"Perfect! How do you like it?"
"Very nice, Master Torana!" Tyros replied. She looks like a real predator with her new fang."
"Yes. She will often bite herself, mainly the tongue and the lips in the first days but after that she will be used to her new teeth and learn how to avoid any self-damage." Torana said as he began to work on the other tooth. Another 5 minutes of hard physical screwing took the second tooth in place.
Aurelia was trembling and babbling with intense agony. She was exhausted too, her muscles cramped from the fierce and desperate thrashing she had showed during the whole operation. The leather straps had left deep imprinting into her sweat-drenched skin. She was panting and drooling and hardly conscious. Barely, she could feel her new eye teeth resting on her lower lip.
"As I said, be careful! Her teeth are far from normal, I don't know who prepared this bitch but she seems to be the trainee of one of the most professional intelligence or criminal organization. She can easily bite through flesh and bone, and with her new teeth she could easily learn how to tear up arteries with a single bite."
"I know Master Torana, no need to remind me of her skills and specialities. That's why I have chosen her..." Tyros replied.
"You take the risk..." Torana turned around and began to wash out Aurelia's bloody mouth with a small shower tube. He also let the girl to swallow as many water as she could. "Let her rest a bit, I’ll make her tattoo before we go for her tits." he said. "A tattoo on her temple with your kennel sign, a human female body with a panther head roasting in the middle of sparkling flames. Right?"
"Yes, Master" The ninja replied and Torana started to work. It took him around 2 hours while he was working on Aurelia's forehead. The tattooing wasn't too painful, but her throbbing and aching and still stretched mouth made these hours hellish for the poor Aurelia. When Torana finally finished he smiled victoriously.
By now, in spite of the reviving water she had been allowed to drink, Aurelia was utterly exhausted and destroyed. She was still fighting her restraints, but weakly. She was still screaming, but coarsely, in a creaking voice. She had the impression she would never get out of this place, that she was going to be killed by pain, or that her skull was going to explode in thousand pieces.
"My masterpiece!" was all he said. He loosened the chains stretching Aurelia's face and also soon removed the hooks from her lips and tongue, so Aurelia finally could close her aching lips and withdraw her throbbing tongue. Torana showed her a mirror again. She gasped as she had to face her new appearance. Above her eyes the slave brand could be seen; on her right temple a quite high quality of Tyros's kennel sign was tattooed. A panther-headed, beautiful woman was surrounded with angry red flames and her unnatural position showed how much agony she had to endure. Three rings were hanging from her nose, the middle ring inserted through her septum was large and rested on her lower lip. Her lips weren't closed completely as another six rings were embedded into the soft flesh of her lips, the tip of two shiny white predatory teeth pushed through her lips, and even the her tongue-ring protruded between her lips. Aurelia was shocked. Tyros admired his slave and smiled.
"You're fantastic, my dear! I have never seen such a pretty pain-slave around Ashagen!" he said and tickled Aurelia's left sole.
"Now tell me, how do you like your new appearance? Please, be specific! I'm really curious about your opinion!" Tyros said and gently massaged Aurelia's toes as he was waiting for her answer.
Aurelia tried to answer and immediately she bit her lips with her fangs. Also, the heavy ring set in her tongue was pulling its tip down. Her lips were still aching from their piercing and were flabby from their long over-stretching. Her big nose ring rattled against those set in her upper lip and with her tongue one. All these unusual and painful sensations made quite unable to speak clearly. She rolled terrified eyes, realising what a freak she had been reduced to. Her face was shining with metal protrusions. She could both feel their weight and their itching. They were so ugly, lowering her to the level of cattle. They felt so permanent. The pain was still pulsating in her head and she could not bring her thoughts to organise themselves logically. For now, she was just a piece of throbbing flesh, scared to death, disgusted to nausea and extremely exhausted.
She babbled and drooled a few more incoherent words before renouncing to speak. She no longer felt human. She just wanted to cower in a small space and sleep and forget all that. Tyros stared into Aurelia's faces, his eyes were flashing with growing anger.
"I've given you an order, slave! You will soon understand how appreciative an owner I am, but refusal of my orders cannot be tolerated! Master Torana..." he turned to the Asian man. "Her mind is quite messed up, can you do something?"
"Sure I can, my friend! I wouldn't suggest any amphetamine, although that would wake her up and avoid further black-out but it would also make her pain nerves dull and she would become a ready-to-fight fury. I have my very own special mixture that will help her to keep a clear mind but doesn't influence her senses nor her physical attributes. Want a dose?"
"Yes, Master, I need to talk to her!" Tyros replied. Torana soon returned with a syringe and simply injected the content into Aurelia's arm. For seconds nothing happened but suddenly she felt like she was banged on the head with a hammer. Her vision blurred for some moments, she felt like she was sitting on a wild roller-coaster. The pain hadn't eased but got even worse, her senses sharpened suddenly. Tyros took a long needle and continued massaging Aurelia's left foot.
"I ask again, slave." Tyros said in a cold, sinister voice. "Tell me, what do you think of your new jewels and face?" he asked and touched the cold tip of the needle to Aurelia's big toe, right where her tastefully long toenail left the nail bed. Before she could say anything Tyros pushed the needle and the tip punctured her soft, sensitive nail bed, drawing blood immediately.
The sharp pain shot into Aurelia’s foot and spread up along her bound leg. After the torture her face had been subjected to, it seemed impossible that anything could be worse. But still the sensitive flesh under her big toe nail caused nearly the same agony. The poor girls muscles, tendons and veins bulged again, as though they wanted to tear her skin apart as she howled in pure agony once more, her voice getting coarse from so much howling.
“Oh, please, stop that! This is horrible! You are completely defacing me. Please, stop now and I swear I’ll be obedient” begged the young Agent, her sentence cut by sobs and moans. At least that was what she wanted to say. The result was something much more grotesque, mumbling, babbling, hard to understand because of all the metal that was weighing on her speaking organs.
"Wrong answer, slave! You must love everything I decide to be done to you. You must love and you must be grateful for every moment I spend with you whether it is painful or not." Tyros replied and pushed the needle deeper. Pain shook the girl's body as her sensitive nail bed was violated so roughly. The needle slid one centimetre deep under her toenail and even through the silver polish she could see the dark shape of it under her nail. "Let's give it a try again, how do you like your permanent makeup?"
Aurelia was sweating like a fountain, rivers of perspiration snaking down her shiny skin and dripping on the floor. She could feel the cruel needle grinding under her nail, causing mind-shaking agony. She was scared at the idea that her nail might be torn from her toe.
“I like it very much. This is very pretty” she managed to babble, her tongue rattling against her teeth, drooling abundantly on her chin.
"Almost good... I like your funny articulation..." Tyros laughed and Torana joined him. "But I still miss something... you're not a parrot to repeat what you have heard. I want honest feelings; I want to feel that you really LOVE what is happening to you. Fortunately I'm a very patient guy, so I enjoy teaching you and giving you motivation..." he said and twisted the needle under Aurelia's toenail. She screamed out, her ankle strained against the straps holding it in place. Her other toes wiggled wildly as fat blood drops fell from the wound. "Say it again, with joy, dear!" Tyros ordered and playfully tapped the needle sending new waves of pain through Aurelia's toe.
The girl’s heart sunk deeper into dark despair. This man was playing with her like a cat with a mouse. It seemed that the more she winced in agony, the crueller he got. The pain throbbing in her toe was tremendous, inhuman, mind-blowing. She could hardly think about anything else. The leather straps that were holding her down ware creaking as she pulled and yanked on them, to no avail. And she had again to speak, in spite of the difficulty her piercings added to that task. She would have wanted to pass out, but the substance Torana had injected in her veins was keeping her perfectly, cruelly lucid. She forced her mind to focus away from her agony and tried to think of something to say.
“Oh, Mr Tyros. I am so glad you offered me this wonderful jewellery. My beauty is revelled in it and I am most thankful for this wonderful gift” she mumbled, trying to look as sincere as she could.
"Good... I think we are ready, Master Torana! She is awake and almost acts like a trained slave. You can start with her breasts." Tyros said. He was smiling wildly and looked deep into the girl's teary eyes. He obviously enjoyed the situation and liked his victory over the woman.
“Oh my god” thought Aurelia at these words. The feeble instants of hope she had felt at the idea her torture might be ended were thoroughly devastated by the prospect of getting her breasts tackled with.
Torana took another needle and heated it up with his gas burner. Meanwhile Tyros removed the bloody metal from under Aurelia's toenail and poured some drops of raw spirit onto the girl's toe. Aurelia had no doubt about the sterilization effect as the liquid burnt itself inside her fresh wound and sent another flash of pain through her nerve system. Torana stepped to her chest and firmly grabbed her left breast. Aurelia began to tremble and moan, feeling the strong grip on her ample and firm bosom. The flesh was bulging between the deeply embedded fingers of the man.
"Hold your breath, bitch, we don't want this needle run into the wrong place, do we?" he asked as he pinched the areola right under the nipple making the pink and luscious nipple filled with blood and standing out proudly. He placed the heated needle against the nipple and started to push in slowly. Small puff of smoke raised as the metal slowly sank into Aurelia's soft flesh. The girl shrieked, Torana smiled, Tyros encouragingly caressed Aurelia's sole. Torana repeated the process on her other nipple, the poor girl was screaming that time on high voice. Torana didn't give her time and using his pliers he inserted two metals ring into both pierced nipples. The rings were thin but wide in diameter, unlike any usual piercing; they were almost as large Aurelia's open palm. She could not detach her eyes from them. They were so large. How could she wear any shirt or bra with that? She realised this was probably on purpose. All these cruel piercings would make her to stand out of the crowd if she ever managed to escape. Wearing clothes would be difficult and would hardly hide her freakiness now.
Aurelia's bellybutton was small, round and definitely pretty, the masterpiece of her obstetrician. And Torana was ready to ruin that too. Without emotions and with a heated, small hook he simply punctured the meat of Aurelia's belly right in the middle of the bellybutton. According to the pain she felt in her nipple that wasn't as intense but she had to cry out again as the hook mined a small tunnel in her meat. The open ring followed and was closed soon. It was at least small and almost pretty, but still protruded grotesquely from her flat belly.
"Let's make the pussy... it’s almost as enjoyable as the face..." Torana said to himself as he kneeled between the woman's wide spread legs. Tyros walked from her feet to her head to have a clear sight of what was coming.
“Oh, pwease, not down jhere! I cou’ not bear it” she pleaded, her nose ring clanging against her lips and tongue piercings. She tried to close her thighs and protect her feminine organs. But this was all in vain and she remained opened and helpless.
"My poor little slave... I can't spare this pain for you... be strong and tough, thousands of girl had to stand this before you... and as you already know this is still the most pleasurable sensation you can have here in Ashagen... hard duty to be a slave in a place like this." Tyros caressed the girl's face. "Take care, not to bite your lips too hard when you scream..." he finished and right before Aurelia's face he removed his cock from his pants. He started to stroke it slowly, very slowly, as Torana heated up another hook. Aurelia had already seen that cock; she remembered the taste of it when she had been mouth-raped after her recapture. The small and limp cock began to bulge and grow as Tyros played with himself... She could smell its acrid and sweaty odour. Tyros had obviously been creaming just at the sight of what had been done to her. Something dragged the girl's attention. Something hot touched her most private part.
Torana had a firm grip on the girl's naked pussy with pliers ended in two, flat discs. He pinched and pulled on the outer lips, pressing the pliers hard enough to flatten totally the meaty lip. That was a painful and humiliating sensation by itself but when the heated hook was held against her skin and the pointed tip ran through the vulnerable lip Aurelia howled. She tried to wiggle her hips away, all of her muscles tightening in her long legs and around her pelvis, but she was more than helpless. The hook punctured her lip drawing only minimal blood. Aurelia's vision was covered from time to time by Tyros's hardened, red cock, but she was unable to close her eyes. Somehow she had to watch as Torana moved the hook in and out several times in order to widen the hole.
Torana repositioned the pliers and repeated the process on the same outer lips two times more, and Aurelia screamed and screamed and screamed as the hook prepared her ringing. The big cock was jerked right before her face and touched her nose and ringed lips from time to time, the situation she had to face was beyond humiliation. Her human existence was destroyed spiritually. Torana switched to the other outer lip and three holes were punctured on that meaty lip too, Aurelia pissed herself and wished death. When Torana grabbed her inner lip and stretched it outside, pulling it from between the outer lips for total display and helplessness Aurelia finally closed her eyes. The hook touched the red labia and made its task. That meat was thinner but far more sensitive, every touch of the heated hook caused almost unbearable agony to the young woman. She shrieked and cried, covering Tyros's pulsating cock with her warm tear. Torana made three holes on both labia before changing instrument.
His new tool was a set of small forceps. She felt as if the cruel Asian was stripping her clitoris from the defending skin around it. She gasped and stared in total disbelief. The forceps were closed around the base of her small pleasure mound and the tight squeeze made it filling with blood. It hurt, more than anything before. The hot hook touched the sensitive flesh, and then Aurelia's world burst into flashing pain. She shrieked like never before, went totally mad, and her agonized screaming had its effect on her cruel owner. Tyros shot his load right onto Aurelia's face, up her nostrils, into her blind but wide open eyes, into her drooling mouth. Despite the stimulants she had been injected earlier, she passed out.
Her recovery was more than unpleasant. She felt her heart beating like a drum, her head aching not to mention the several freshly-punctured tiny wounds in her sensitive parts which were throbbing. Aurelia opened her eyes, her vision was clear like never before in the last three days. She knew that another dose of drug had been injected into her body. She faced her own crotch from a very short distance. It took her seconds to understand the new humiliating position she was forced in: She was lying on her back but her waist was forced into the air, her legs were strapped to the surface under her, which was some kind of table. Her knees touched the table and her shins were immobilized on both sides of her head, so that her pussy and bottom were fully exposed. To her terror, her very own pussy was now ringed: dozen of metal rings were embedded in her pink labia. Three rings in each outer lip and another three in each inner lip not to mention the quite wide ring which was inserted through her throbbing clit. Her clit normally would have been hidden under its hood, but the ring made it stand out grotesquely, unable to slip back. Her whole crotch looked like a strange display in a jewel shop. And it was so close to her face! She soon understood the reason: Her head was forced up toward her pussy and the ring in the tip of her tongue was attached to the heavy ring in her clit directly by a third ring. She could smell her own crotch, she had not washed or bathed in one day and the last night and the sweltering day made their effect. She felt that a hand was holding her nape in place, as soon as she regained her consciousness the hand let her head free.
Aurelia moaned in misery as the weight of her head pulled her clit, she had to collect her strength and hold her head in place. Between her open legs Tyros' and Torana's face stared down at her, the men laughed and shamelessly pawed her legs and buttock. This was an awkward position, and most painful as well. She tried to stretch her tongue as far as she could but this did not seem to be enough: the tension on its root was causing dull ache and her clitoris was stretched out of its hood to a length she would not have thought possible. What had been a tiny bead of flesh was transformed into an oblong, squalid, throbbing needle of skin. Even the hole through which the clit ring was passing was stretched and gaping around the wide-gauge steel. She could feel her ample breasts pressed into her chin. She had glimpses of the glistening large nipple rings.
Keeping her head up proved soon difficult. Her eyes bulged out in anguish and her neck was already trembling from exhaustion. When her neck muscles became too full of cramps, she lowered her head the couple of centimetres needed to rest her skull on the table top. It was merely two centimetres, but they were enough to relieve the pain in her neck while decupling the agony in her clitoris. The poor elastic organ was now stretched even further away from her crotch, pulling the skin around it in a horrible cone. Tears filled Aurelia’s eyes as she desperately pulled on her arms. Her biceps bulged to no avail as her wrists were strapped to some point behind her head.
"We're almost done, dear." Tyros smiled and flicked the girl's stretched clit causing intense pain to the poor agent. "Master Torana will implant another two rings around your puckered little asshole, that will make it easier to widen you anytime I want." Tyros said and fingered Aurelia's helpless ass, pushing a finger deep into her bowels. "After that only the CuntRol must be implanted into your body and we’ll be done with your preparation. I hope you are glad, my sexiest little panther." he finished and stepped out from Aurelia's field of sight. Torana took his place with a long, heated hook in his hand. He smiled wickedly. "Are you ready for another two holes around your hole, bitch?" he mocked her.
Aurelia tried to beg for mercy, but her stretched tongue allowed her no way of expressing herself with more than pitiful grunts and moans. As she tried to speak, her nose ring rattled against her lip rings, reminding her of her terrible fate.
Torana began to work precisely, and he pushed the pointed, hot tip against the girl cervix. He let the hook mine itself through Aurelia's sphincter right at the edge, carving two wide holes into the muscle right where the puckered anus was located. This caused Aurelia to scream once again to the top of her lungs. She had to suppress the urge to shake her head in deny, or this would have provoked more pain to her clitoris. It was fast and efficient, within a minute the process was done. Two open rings were inserted into the holes, the cold metal cooled down the burning tissues slightly. The rings were closed and Torana spat onto her ass. Aurelia had a new set of jewel to contemplate, adding to the weight of steel dangling from her crotch. It was now as heavily loaded as her face.
"Now the CuntRol, I'm going to insert it through her bowels. Help me, my friend, we can make use of her newest rings. Take these pliers, grab the rings with them and open her ass for me." he said, and Tyros followed his request. With pliers in both hands he attached the pliers' clamps against her rings and with mighty force he started to pull. Unusual way of opening a tightly shut ass but it was working properly. It hurt like hell and the girl felt as her luscious ass cheeks were separated as Tyros clenched his muscles and pulled from two directions on her asshole. Aurelia tried to resist for some time, clenching her sphincter, but this was a hopeless battle and soon pain and force won. With a tremendous fart, the puckered hole opened like a flower, giving easy access to her interiors for Torana.
Torana showed up a very hideous device that was a long, flexible tube with a wide end. At its end it was equipped with a scalpel razor, several small slots and a larger projection looking like a beak. Torana pressed a button and the razor started to vibrate with a humming voice. A yellow liquid spurted from the small slots and the beak was pushed forward, its tip opened and pushed out halfway a small, matchbox-sized metallic thing.
"I'm going to push this tube deep up your butt, babe. This is the CuntRol Penetrator, a high-tech device, engineered in Ashagen. It is going to cut a small incision in the wall of your intestine, the beak pushes through the hole and shoots the CuntRol into your inner abdomen. The liquid will disinfect the wound and also help the healing process very precisely, no need to worry about any infection or illness. But the penetration process is quite... mmmhhh... unpleasant. Clench your teeth, bitch, here we go!" he finished the explanation and put the tube against Aurelia's ass. She felt the pressure increasing against her already sore and widely stretched sphincter. With her anus gaping, she had no way to stop the invader. The stretching was extremely painful. As the tube slid into her bowel and was pushed deeper and deeper, the girl gasped for air. She could feel the cold tool progressing deeper and deeper into her bowels, forcing its way, stretching the frail intestine wall to go farther. The whole process was happening a few centimetres from her eyes and she could see all much too well. The head had disappeared inside since a long time and the slender shaft looked lost in the middle of her cruelly distended anus, but Tyros was not decided to relieve its pull on her ass rings. Torana pushed and pushed, until the whole shaft was inside her. Her intestine were vainly and automatically squeezing as they tried to evacuate the unnatural turd, causing cramps in her bowels. Never would she have thought that so long an object could be inserted inside her.
Once the handle was against her ass crack, Torana began to twist and move the tool inside her, causing more agony and nausea, while palpating her abdomen with his free hand. Once he was happy with the position of the tool head, he pushed the button and a sharp pain hit her. She was unable to believe the suffering she was facing. Her whole body tensed in her straps, her muscles tightening like steel cables ready to tear her skin apart. She let out an inhuman scream of agony and the table creaked and groaned from her frantic struggles. Her eyes were bulging so much that they seemed on the verge of popping out of her head. As the antiseptic liquid was injected into her inner wound, she became almost mad from the pain. Suddenly, a long golden stream spurted out of her piss hole and splashed over her stretched tongue, gaping mouth and grimacing face, soaking her long, dirty hair.
Torana withdrew the tube and it soon left the girl's tortured bowels together with a loud fart. Both men laughed loudly, Tyros let her stretched ass free and took away the pliers.
"Give her one hour or so, after that you can test the CuntRol, you'll be satisfied with the result." Torana blinked at Tyros. "We're ready with her for now, I will send you the bill. and don’t forget, you're always welcome with your old or new slaves in my house, I undertake every modification you might need!" the Asian said.
"Thanks you, master Torana, I won't forget!" Tyros replied and slapped the woman's ass. "We are finished here, dear, time to go, you've rested enough!"
With Tyros' help Torana released Aurelia’s arms, and despite her desperate struggles, her wrists were tied together with a strong leather strap. Tyros tied the strap and tightened it so heavily that the leather cut deep into the girl’s wrists, cutting her blood-supply and causing burning pain. Her fingers and hands were soon filled with blood and turned to deep red, her palms were forced into two directions like the wings of a butterfly as the strap pressured her tendons in the wrists. Her fingers were quivering as the incredible pressure drove her nerve system crazy.
„You have escaped from Adamar’s dungeon, beauty. You have razor sharp nails and you also defeated me in combat... don’t be surprised that I must secure you in this way.” Tyros explained. A metal hook was carefully slid under the tight strap and her arms were forced towards her crotch just to attach the hook to the ring in her bulging clitoris. The hook had a clever lock, similar to the locks holding necklaces in place. It could be opened only with precise touch. Aurelia’s shaking fingers were scratching her own thighs, and even the involuntary jerks caused throbbing pain deep in her ringed love button.
Her wide-spread legs were closed together as the chair’s mechanics were loosened; a short chain was attached to both of her ankles with cuffs. Finally the straps holding her body and limbs were released and she was free to stand up. Tyros and Torana grabbed one arm and lifted her in the air and placed her on her soles. As a final act, Torana attached a very big and heavy metal ball to her right ankle with another chain. The ball was half a football ball in diameter but was extremely heavy.
A leather collar was also attached around the girl’s neck and Torana handed the leash to Tyros.
“Do not forget, my young friend, I’ve warned you. This cunt is special. She has a reason to be here, such specimen don’t fall into slavers’ hands accidentally” he said and shook Tyros’ hand.
“Thank you for your work, Master! No need to worry, I can handle her. That’s exactly why I have chosen this slave” the ninja replied and said farewell. He took a bag containing the nail shoes in it and tugged on Aurelia’s leash so the girl had to follow him. Every step proved to be very difficult.
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by Scarab
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Aurelia’s whole body was an endless wellspring of pain; the fresh piercing wounds were still raw and stretched by their steel jewelry. The chain connecting her ankles was stopping her stride short and each time she moved her right foot, she dragged the heavy ball. This set the chain rattling and the ball would then grind and ring against the cobblestones. This forced her into a hobbling pace that would have looked comical if she had not been in such obvious pain. She had to keep her arms extended against the front of her body, pressing her proud breasts between her biceps and making them jut forward even more than usual. The large rings pierced through her nipples were resting on top of her arms and were bouncing with each step. She could not part her legs, so her thighs kept rubbing against each other and pressing into the four rows of rings pierced through her labia. Even her anal rings were grinding against each other with each step. All along, she vainly searched for a comfortable position for her tongue, whose large ring kept clanging against her new fangs and nose ring. She had the impression that even without the chain between her ankles, she would have been jangling by the sheer amount of rings set into her skin.
They left Torana's house when the sun was low and the street was crowded. As the heat subsided more and more people ventured outside. After a whole day of continuous torture, Aurelia felt strange and disoriented. All around her, citizens and their unfortunate slaves walked the streets. Again, Aurelia faced the creative cruelty concentrated in that hellish place. She saw brutally mutilated women. A girl around twenty was crawling on the stubs of her arms and legs; all four limbs had been amputated at the knees and elbows; she was tattooed like a spotted dog and led by a collar behind her handsome owner.
To her horror, Aurelia realized that she was turning into just another freak in this cortege. All the piercing she had been subjected to was already setting her apart from the normal citizens. Even if she had worn clothes, she would have looked like a monster. Her heart sank in her chest. This mission was dehumanizing her piece by piece and she would soon be totally broken if she could not find a way out quickly. With a grunt of despair, she pulled on her bound arms and immediately moaned as this sent a spasm of agony through her sore clitoris. Her hands were now a dark purple shade, with ugly veins sculpted in relief on her skin. Her fingers were puffy and she could not move them anymore. She wondered how much of this bondage would completely destroy her hands. Was her owner aware of this danger? Did he care? Maybe it was his goal… Aurelia shivered.
Her rattling journey brought her to a square where many stakes stood in a wide circle around it. Each setup consisted of a four-metre-high, blunt-tipped, eight-centimetre-thick, steel pole facing a similar but longer pole, 15 cm in front of it. The shorter pole was smooth while the longer one prickled with tiny nails. Several of these stakes were occupied by writhing young women who were “sitting” on top of the shortest pole. These ladies were hugging the longer poles with their bare arms and legs in an attempt to resist the force of gravity, which wanted to make them slide down the poles that had been shoved into their anuses. Their heads were forced to look straight at the sky by hooks pierced into the tops of their ears and linked to other hooks pierced into the meat of their buttocks. They could neither lower their heads nor turn them sideways. Their bloody feet and hands were clenched around the prickly nails, pushing them upwards. Their legs and arms were trembling from exhaustion. Cruelly, the women were prevented from climbing higher and thus, from pulling the stakes out of their anuses, by thin chains clipped to their nipples, which ran on the opposite side of the prickly pole. These chains were anchored to a horizontal rod well below escape height. They were all stretching their breasts downwards as they tried to stay as high on the poles as possible. Of course, the rod did not stop them from falling downwards. A couple of girls, tired and cramped, had just experienced that first hand. They were slowly sliding down their poles, their bleeding feet vainly scrambling to push them up. Blood was trickling down the stakes, that had punctured their internal organs. But most of the stakes sported dead or dying women, kneeling on the ground, the blood-covered poles protruding from their gaping mouths, their teeth desperately clenched on the steel as if their jaws could have succeeded where their legs and arms had failed.
Later, she saw a girl who had been affixed to a large wooden cart wheel that had been mounted to face the sun. She was naked and was kept more or less immobile by dozens of small hooks embedded into her muscles and linked to lines linked to the circumference of the wheel. They allowed her to move a little but not much. Not enough, at least, to chase away the hundreds of flies busy laying their eggs into her sweaty skin, attracted by the rotten flesh that had been rubbed all over her writhing body. She was moaning continuously, unable even to move her head, going crazy with the itching caused by the insects crawling on her helpless body.
The trip to Tyros' home lasted only about ten minutes, but the dozens of frightening scenes made it long and horrible. When they finally passed through an arched gate into a big, fancy house, the sickening moaning and other sounds of ultimate suffering gave way to silence; finally, Aurelia felt like she arrived home. Her right leg was full of cramps from dragging the heavy ball with each step, and the cuffs had bitten badly into her raw ankles.
"Welcome to my house, panther beauty..." Tyros said, then kicked the back of the girl's knees; she fell on the cold stone floor. "It's almost six, so we have one hour before Laura arrives. I will bathe you, remove all the dirt and filth you collected since last night, but before that, I want you let me in on your little secret. Who are you and where did you come from?" he asked as he slammed the door behind them. The lobby of the house was almost empty, it was huge and cold, and a very big mirror projected them onto the back of the left wall.
Aurelia knelt on the hard floor. She was tempted to stand back on her feet but this would have been a difficult task in her present condition and would just have angered the ninja. She decided her best strategy would be to fake obedience and allow her owner to fall asleep. She sighed and sobbed, looking at her purple hands crossed over her crotch. Then she spoke.
“My name is Aurelia. I am an amateur dancer and I wanted to go professional at Carrick City, USA. But just as I was hired by one of the clubs, I was captured and brought to this place. Since then, my life has been a living hell.”
"Really? What a nice girl you are... you're telling me such a nice story! Just like my mother, when I was only five... Unfortunately you do not remind me of my mother, so please... I'm begging you... do not try to be her. You're an adult, sexually vibrant, a martial artist, and a class A bitch. You're fucking not my mother, because you're a goddamned piece of meat designed for ultimate suffering!" Tyros increased his voice gradually, shouting when he reached his last sentence; he slapped Aurelia's face, hard. "Let's start from the beginning... who the fuck are you, what are you doing here, and who sent you?" he asked in an ice-cold voice as he stepped behind the girl and gently caressed her ears with both of his hands.
“I assure you, I told you the truth! You must believe me! I have done a lot of training both in dance and in karate, to stay at my fittest for my professional dance career!” Aurelia answered with the mosshe t pitiful face she could compose. She was now in known territory. She had been trained to resist interrogation and had been taught all the tricks of the trade. The goal was to buy time, releasing harmless bits of information from time to time. She was to buy time until she could be either rescued or she could escape. In the current situation, her best chance for rescue was Laura. The woman had been gentle with her and Laura would not allow Tyros to be cruel with her. If she could resist for one hour, then she would be safe and could wait for her next chance to escape.
"You seem to be such a clever cunt, Aurelia, you bitch. Why do you want me to hurt you? I think that you're a natural born masochist and you are begging for torture in your girlish, indirect way," he said as he slowly pinched both Aurelia's ears. "So figure out a more... believable tale..." he whispered and started to twist the girl's ears, crushing the sensitive cartilage as her ears were forced into unnatural shapes. "So... do you have some new info?" he asked, without releasing her ears.
Aurelia moaned from the pain. Involuntarily, she pulled on her arms, stretching her sore clitoris and causing even more agony. She yelped and grunted, unable to escape the twisting of her ears. “Pleeeaaaaase! This is true! Do you want me to invent a story? This one is the truth!!!”
"You're mocking me, darling. And I must tell you, that a slave shouldn't follow such a strategy against her owner," he commented and twisted the ears even harder causing throbbing pain for the poor girl. He wrenched them almost 180 degrees, kicked his knee against the girl's back, and even tightened his hard grip. "Shut the fuck up, I do really love hearing you squeaking but not now! I want your story, bitch, not your song!" he howled, grinning all the while.
“Oooowwwoowooowwwww!!!” Aurelia moaned. The pain was so tremendous that she feared Tyros might have severed her ears from her head. Again she pulled on her poor clitoris. She felt utterly helpless. She wondered how much time had passed. Maybe it was time to let go a little bit of information so Tyros would relent. “OK OK OK! Stop! I’ll tell you the truth! Dancing is only a hobby. In fact, I am a freelance journalist. I have been paid by a newspaper, the Inquirer to investigate the conditions of dancers in Carrick City. As this investigation was potentially dangerous, they hired me for this job because of my knowledge of martial arts,” she said blankly. “Alas, this proved too dangerous even for me!” she finally sobbed.
"Ahhh... you're hopeless... this last version is ALMOST something but I still have serious doubts regarding your truthfulness... but time is short. Don't be afraid, lying beauty. I will fucking drag the truth out of you. Soon..."
She was yanked on her feet by the leash and Tyros led her to the rear part of the house. The place was more a mansion than a townhouse; all of the inner spaces were large, wide rooms with high ceilings. But the fixtures were quite meager: a small table, a tiny mirror on the wall, and an antique wardrobe. Actually, the whole house seemed pretty empty and barren; it was obviously not a home. The chained slave and her owner crossed another huge room, while the heavy iron ball made hideous sounds as it was dragged over the stone floor. The stone also proved to be cold under Aurelia's naked soles. After the walk on the hot sand outside, the cold stone felt icy. Tyros pulled back a set of heavy drapes and they entered another room, which was much smaller and somehow seemed snugger.
A comfortable couch stood against the wall with a glass coffee table right in front of it. Against the opposite wall, a huge plasma screen hung and a professional-looking audio system surrounded it. A wardrobe embedded in the wall served as the main storage and even a fridge gently hummed. Aurelia could peek into two smaller rooms, one of them seemed to be a small kitchen and the other was a bathroom with a shower stall and a toilet.
"I'm living here. The house belongs to a friend of mine; he doesn't need this place nowadays so I stay here and take care of the house. If we were married you would be quite disappointed, but as you're my slave not my wife - although those things should be the same - I fucking don't care about what you think. That will be your place," Tyros said as he pointed towards a third connected room which was separated by heavy metal bars. "Before I let you into your pen I must clean you, you stink, beauty. You stink like a rotten hooker standing outside for days without a bath, swallowing litres of gooey sperm while letting hundreds of men fuck your squelchy cunt. You're a worn foot rag, beauty! Tell me, how do you feel?"
Aurelia grumbled. She indeed stank like a whore.
"Fucking don't mumble, your owner has asked you a question! I want to hear clear answers, and I want you to tell me: what are your emotions regarding the state you are in right now?!"
Aurelia burst into tears, hoping to awaken pity in Tyros’ heart.
"Tears... oh you stupid whore... do you really believe that pathetic weeping means anything in Ashagen? Stop crying and explain to me, how did you feel when those men and women came and pissed into your whore mouth in Adamar's house?"
“This was awful! I thought I was going to drown. They kept pissing and cumming on my face, so I could hardly breathe anymore. And the taste was so foul! It seemed that most of these men and women never wash down there!”
"Don't you try to convince me that you hate the taste of those bodily fluids. Cunts like you MUST adore the taste of cum and piss... I have a strong feeling you haven't eaten anything for days, only the aforementioned tidbits. What do you prefer more, gulping cum or piss?"
“Neither! How could anyone be nourished with such horrid refuse?”
"Stop babbling! Give me a clear answer, now!" Tyros shouted and tugged hard on the girl's leash.
“Aooooww!!!” Aurelia screamed. She realised she was being offered a real choice. She was going to be fed with nothing else. As the horror of the situation sank into her mind, she tried to think of what would be the most nutritious and she opted for sperm. “Sperm…” she sighed. Human semen lacked many essential carbohydrate, minerals and vitamins and would not sustain her health for more than a few months, but by then Aurelia expected to be either dead or back to safety.
"Good, you will have plenty of it, I can produce and have produced by male slaves even more than what would fulfill your sick taste." The man laughed and spat onto Aurelia's face, right between her eyes. "You have to learn how to respect and how to fear me, beauty. As long as you show a high level of obedience, I will be gentle and you'll have a very comfortable and relatively painless life relative to other slaves of Ashagen. But if you mess with me... you will fucking regret you were ever born. Understood?"
Aurelia nodded meekly.
"Good... now it is time for your bath, Laura is almost here," he said and leashed Aurelia in the small bathroom. The shower stall in the corner was far from ordinary. The shower head hung from the ceiling, while heavy iron shackles jutted from the wall about two meters up, deeply embedded into the solid stone. Similar shackles were at ankle height; the shower was obviously designed for bathing unwilling people.
"So dear, we have two options. Option one: I inject a drug into you to make you manageable. I have a very entrancing solution but it would take too much time for it to leave your system, and Laura wants you to be awake. So I'm afraid I have to choose the other option. You won't like this, but it is the right time to condition you to fear Torana's CuntRol..." he said and smiled wickedly.
Aurelia could still feel a dull ache inside her abdomen. She was not ready to feel what this thing could do to her. “Please, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be good. I’ll be obedient!”
He laughed at the girl's desperate protests and made a strange movement with his tongue. The activation button was also built into his tooth, like the other one that had already knocked Aurelia out the night before. The pain that hit her was far more than what a human being could stand. The surge hit suddenly; she felt like her spine and back would explode into a raging inferno.
Aurelia fell on the cold floor and began to jerk uncontrollably. Incoherent scenes flashed before her eyes; she was screaming and drooling in utter agony. Her arms were yanking forcefully on her clitoris, stretching it beyond natural limits. Her legs were kicking in all directions, jerking on the connecting chain. She rolled back and forth on the ground, curling and uncurling, as wave after wave of pain coursed through her bowels. Her muscles contracted in a random pattern, making her limbs shoot in every possible way, forcing her back to arch, curl and twist in a fearful way, just barely failing to break her spine in pieces. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, her jaws clattered madly. As she rolled on the floor, her rings kept jingling as they rattled against each other or against the stone. Inside her, her organs seemed to make constricted knots. She began to vomit all the cum and piss she had swallowed, mixed with acrid bile. Simultaneously, her bladder was releasing streams of urine on her thrashing legs, while her intestines relieved themselves in the same way. And all this time, she was thrashing and bucking in the mess she had made on the floor.
After 30 seconds that felt like years, the current stopped to flow. Her body fell back on the ground, panting hard, trembling, and covered with sweat and her own refuse. It took her several minutes to calm down. She was awake, but she was utterly helpless. Her muscles coursed with cramps and she was exhausted as if she had just passed the last two hours training in a body-builder’s club. Her mind was filled with fear of what she had just experienced.
Tyros picked up the powerless, convulsing body of Aurelia from the floor, raised her from her own filth. The hook and strap holding her hands in place was removed along with the shackles on her ankles. He chained her wrists to the wall and also secured her ankles, making Aurelia hang from the wall. She was drooling and her pretty head rolled from side to side; her eyelids were flickering and she was moaning in a deep voice as the aftershocks were still working in her body. Her legs were bent under the weight of her body, she wasn't aware enough to hold her body steady.
The man cleaned the floor and poured the disgusting mess into the toilet. He removed his clothes and walked to the half-conscious naked agent. Tyros opened the water valve and semi-hot, refreshing, clear water poured onto their heads from above. Tyros took a bar of soap and started to rub the girl all over, removing the dirt mixed with sweat, layers of dried piss, and cum from her tortured body. As more water splashed onto Aurelia's head and as time passed she began to regain her full alertness. She felt as the ninja moved the foaming soap over her tanned skin. Tyros did precise work, he cleaned every little spot. He was also cautious not to let his head too close to Aurelia's face, he knew exactly how dangerous a sudden bite with her predatory teeth could be. He washed along her torso, arms, chest and legs, reaching behind her back. After making the surface clean and sweet he focused on her orifices, and despite her protesting moans he washed her pussy and ass without hesitation, forcing three or four fingers into her violated holes.
"Listen, beauty," he began to speak. "We both know that you could easily bite off my fingers or even my wrist if I touched your mouth, but that would be quite unpleasant for me and fatal for you. So I suggest the following, I place this small piece of soap onto your tongue, you suck it in and suck it until you foam at the mouth like a rabid bulldog. You have drunk too much sperm and piss, vomited too much and bled too much; I want you to be clean there too. That won't be tasty - we know how much you adore bodily fluids in your throat - but we must do this. Agreed?" he asked and looked deep into the girl's eyes from a safe distance.
Aurelia nodded.
"Good, stick your ringed tongue out. Here it is..." he said and dropped the small soap onto her tongue. "Don’t swallow the soap, I want to see foam flowing from your nostrils!" he said and with one hand he pinched her ringed right nipple, rubbing her pussy with the other hand.
Aurelia swished the soap ball in her mouth. It was distasteful. Not in the same way as urine and cum had been, but foul anyway. She began to make the soap move around her mouth, inside her cheeks, along her tongue. Soon, she was drooling white bubbles on her chin. The taste was bitter and it was driving tears from her eyes. As the soap kept foaming, it got down her oesophagus and up her nose, until bubbles began to form on her nostrils.
As he watched the girl torturing herself with the unsavoury soap he thrust his crotch against her. His cock was rock hard and he placed it right before the entrance of her sweet vagina. As he ran into her, the soapy cock slid easily into her water-wet pussy. Tyros raped the girl right under the shower, filling her helpless body with his aggressive man meat. He moaned hoarsely when he finally came, removing his dripping cock from the girl's pussy. "Goddamn! You're tight..." was all he said.
"Now I have to gag you, your hair needs a washing too," he said and inserted a ball gag between her lips, reaching behind her head and tied it. He poured shampoo onto the top of her head and with rough effectiveness rubbed her hair until her eyes were burning from the shampoo flying into them. The bath was soon over and Aurelia felt like she was newly born again. "Now we have another dilemma. How to take you into your cell without risking an escape attempt?" he asked and removed the gag. "Answer me, do you have any idea?"
Aurelia was fearful that he would once again knock her down using the evil object buried inside her belly. “Please! I swear I will not attempt anything. Just unlock me and secure me in the cell. I shall crawl to it. You can blindfold me if you want to be sure. But how could I attempt anything knowing what you can do to me with this CuntRol thing?” she pleaded. But just as she begged in a meek voice, she was mentally getting ready to profit from the smallest opening she might have. Torana had done a lot of harm to her, but he had also provided her with fearful weapons in the form of those fangs, and she was ready to make use of them.
"You might have learnt the lesson and I think that we have a good chance of changing your place without stupid mistakes... but I do not believe you a hundred percent, beauty. So I need to choose a more drastic way... let me think..." Tyros replied, rubbing his chin.
“I am no idiot! I am not going to risk again being CuntRolled again. Please, give me a chance to prove my obedience. I assure you that…” pleaded Aurelia. But she was cut short by Tyros' reflection.
"Oh... what an idiot I am! Maybe we shouldn't have used the CuntRol earlier; there is a more pleasant way of carrying you!" he smiled wildly and left for a minute. When he returned he was holding a small glass vial in one hand and a flagon in the other. "Let's think, which one would you choose? Some ether up your nose or a burst of tear gas?"
Aurelia felt a surge of hope, which she carefully hid behind a hesitant mask.
“If you really must, then use the ether. But you don’t need to do that, you know?” she answered, as if at the end of a difficult choice.
"Hahaha... you're very tricky, Beauty! You know what, let's give the ether a try!" he decided and opened the cap of the small bottle. He held it under Aurelia's nose and the aggressive and quite unpleasant odour stroked her sensitive nostrils.
Aurelia had been trained to hold her breath for more than four minutes. While Tyros was unscrewing the cap of the bottle, she discreetly filled her lungs with air and then, when he put it under her nose, she stopped breathing. Then she began to fake dizziness, looking around blankly, letting her body hang limply from her restraints. She even managed to let a thread of drool to drip from her pierced lower lip. In the mean time, she was readying herself for action, as soon as her limbs would be free.
"Good, you're starting to enjoy the feeling," Tyros smiled and raised the spray. "I want to be sure, so please Beauty, forgive me..." he mocked her and blew the gas spray right into her face.
Aurelia’s eyes opened wide. She had not expected that. The spray penetrated into her eyes and nostrils. Immediately, she felt them burn atrociously. She began to sneeze uncontrollably, releasing all the air she had collected in her lungs. As she did so, more gas entered her nasal channel and her throat, propagating the pain to her lungs. Her eyes were blinded by the tears and it seemed to her as if her eyes were on fire. She thrashed forcefully in her restraints, coughing, sneezing and moaning helplessly.
Tyros grinned and suddenly struck Aurelia's ribs with his fist. The blow made the girl gasp for air. He did not punch her with all his might but the blow was strong enough to cause extreme pain and forced her to gasp for air within a moment.
"Ahhh... soooo... you're fucking good at diving, eh?" he hissed and took the glass full of ether again, holding it under the girl's flaring, air-sucking nostrils.
Aurelia was panting in agony and she was unable to hold her breath this time. She gulped a long lungful of the toxic gas and immediately began to feel dizziness invade her mind. She desperately tried to keep her mind functioning but was soon reduced to the state she was mimicking a few seconds earlier. Tyros waited for another minute, keeping the bottle under the Agent’s pierced nostrils until she was but a piece of meat hanging from her shackles and drooling stupidly on her chest. Her tongue, weighed down by the ring, was drooping ridiculously from her gaping mouth, adding to her misery. All this time, she kept sneezing and she was blinded by the continuous flow of tears that was pouring from her burning eyes.
Tyros released the suffering girl from her shackles. He was aware of every possible tricky attack Aurelia might consider but her misery and loss of control over her body made Aurelia's every attempt quite hopeless. Tyros held Aurelia up and helped her to walk towards the cell next to his living room. The cell was quite large, about five by six metres. The rest of the space was unused. Strong lamps were hanging high from the ceiling and projected harsh light all over the room. Right in the center, a strange device stood; it was the mixture of a fitness machine, a gynecological chair and a set of stocks.
Aurelia was barely able to walk and welcomed Tyros’ help with supporting herself. Blind, mad with pain, her brain ringing with each violent sneeze, she was trembling like a leaf, drooling like a fountain, and had to concentrate for every step she was making.
They entered the cell and Tyros forced the girl to sit down on a padded board that leaned at about 20 degrees. He easily overwhelmed Aurelia's weak struggles and shackled her wrists with inner-padded, metal cuffs to two vertical poles standing on both sides of her head. The cuffs had rough 30-centimetre-long metal chains; she could move her arms but was unable to reach her head. Still, she found comfortable positions for her arms. Her back was resting on the board and only the two shapely globes of her ass hung beyond it; two narrow, softly-padded extensions under each globe held her in place without any discomfort. Her legs were raised into the air, spread apart to a distance that gave easy access to her crotch but was not painful or uncomfortable; her ankles were placed into two separate stocks located at the top of two vertical poles. Even the stocks offered a padded, velvety surface inside their holes. As a final act, Tyros strapped another silky band over her belly. Aurelia was immobilized and spread once again, but for the first time she was in a relatively comfortable position without continuous pain or stretching.
Only a few minutes later when her restraint was complete, the ether and the effect of the gas spray began to weaken and soon she regained her senses and control. Aurelia was furious with herself. She had been weak. She had failed to resist Tyros’ vicious tricks. She had lost a precious chance to escape and she did not know when another one would present itself.
Tyros pulled a chair to Aurelia's head and sat down. "I need to clarify some details, so pay all of your attention to my words, Beauty. This will be your room and your bed as long as you stay with me... which could easily mean until the end of your life. You should get used to it. As you have already emptied all of your possible bodily fluids half an hour ago, you shouldn't need a toilet, but we will solve this issue by placing a bucket under you. You should also be very grateful for this luxury chair. I've ordered it to be designed and manufactured especially for you. You will spend lots of time here and we will change the position from time to time just to make you even more comfortable. I'm going to train you between races... because you're going to be my Race Slave, so you will only leave this room for training or for a race," he told to Aurelia and gently caressed her ears.
"Secondly, Laura could arrive at any minute. Let me explain you what she does here. You are my property but Laura loaned me some money to buy you from Adamar. She made the loan with a condition: she can visit you anytime she wants. I cannot deny this right from her, but I must warn you. I own you. You're my slave and we are in Ashagen. I can do fucking ANYTHING to you if I want... so never forget whose satisfaction is the most important for you... whatever Laura says to you, whatever she wants, offers or orders... she has no right to hurt you, but I do... Repeat what you have heard, Beauty. You're a clever girl, so I want to hear the basic orders from your mouth!"
“This is my room and I shall only leave it to be trained or participate in races. I have to obey Laura but she cannot hurt me” Aurelia summarised. There was no point in being rebellious now.
"It is hard to decide if you're simply dumb or want to mock me!" Tyros stared into her eyes, his eyes were ice cold. "Or maybe was I fucking ambiguous? I told you not to forget who your fucking Master is! She might want you to turn against me... if you will do so you will suffer the torments of hell in this very place... Now repeat again, what is your duty?"
“You are my Master and can do anything to me. Laura has no rights beyond those you grant her” Aurelia dutifully repeated.
"Good. Be a nice girl and keep these all in mind always," he nodded when the bell rang loudly. "I will be back with her soon, don't be afraid..." he said and left Aurelia alone in her cell.
Left alone, Aurelia considered trying to escape from her restraints for a moment. They seemed quite sturdy in spite of their comfort but she knew that no restraint was ever absolute. But she preferred to wait for a better occasion. Laura could arrive any time now and she had better wait for the night before trying anything.
Five minutes had passed when Aurelia heard the ticking of high heels. Tyros and Laura stepped into the living room but out of Aurelia's sight. They stopped there and she could hear their conversation. Aurelia had to prick her ears but she managed to understand the heart of the conversation thanks to the special techniques she had learned at the Agency's Academy.
"Do not start that again..." she heard Tyros’ angered voice. "I clearly stated that you won't have Aurelia. I will not sell her to you and will not let you hurt her in any way! She will race and even a minor injury to her feet would dramatically decrease her chances!"
"Tyros... you're so fucking bullish," Laura replied in an almost seductive voice, she was more mewing than talking. "Is this bitch really worth that big-big debt you took onto your shoulders? If you sell her to me, I would negate your debt and would pay even more than what you paid to Adamar from your own money. Not a bad business deal, think you could earn on her within one day!"
"Enough of this!" Tyros barked. "She is mine and this won't change. I grant you the possibility to see her if you want and even leave you together, but I warn you: do not dare to hurt her! If you inflict the slightest damage to her feet I will deny your visits. Got it?"
"Ohhh... you shouldn't be so rude to your favourite business partner," Laura purred. "No need to worry... I'm here to love her, not to make her cry..."
"That’s exactly what I'm worrying about... I know exactly what your love means..."
"Ssssshhhh... trust me, Tyros! Now leave us alone!" Laura closed the conversation and Aurelia heard Tyros’ steps fade as he left the living room.
"Look, who is here!" Laura stepped into the girl's cell and smiled widely. She was wearing slinky jeans displaying the curves of her shapely legs. She had black high-heels, the type with straps only, making every vein of her skinny feet visible. Her waist shirt was black and her small breasts were moving freely under the silky textile. She wore bright red, slutty polish on the nails of her hands and feet. She was bejeweled with mostly silvery rings on her fingers and toes. Her necklace attracted attention: it was fancy beyond compare, consisting of hundreds of shells laced together; the colours of the shells varied from shining white to the darkest black with all possible colours of the rainbow. She was carrying a rather large reticule, which she dropped onto the ground.
"Holy God! What have those naughty men done to you! They cannot understand where the real beauty is!" she said and kissed the girl on her tattooed forehead. "Seems you went through some pretty nasty operations in the afternoon! Never mind, we're alone now and I can take care of you. Did you miss me?" she asked like they were the best girlfriends separated for a while.
Aurelia smiled at Laura, welcoming her. “I’m so glad you came. You are the only person who took care of me since I came here. You are the only human being I have seen in days!”
"Good to hear that! I missed you too, darling. Are you serious that you were waiting for me so much? That is soo nice!" Laura purred."It is so hard to find true friends in a place like this. Do you want to be my true friend?"
“Of course! Please, be my friend, and please protect me!” Aurelia answered sincerely. Although she had heard most of the conversation between Laura and Tyros, she could not believe the aesthetician could really be cruel. Not with her. At the moment, she represented her best ally in Ashagen or, at the minimum, the weak link in the security.
"Great, it's fantastic!" Laura squeaked and pulled the chair to Aurelia's stocked left foot. "As long as you're kind to me I will take care of you, but let's do this step by step. I've seen your ordeal in the market and I guess you must be really exhausted.”
“Oh my! I am a wreck. You can’t imagine what these monsters have done to me. And they will probably do worse if I stay longer with them. Please, take me away! Don’t leave me here! Don’t let them hurt me any more,” Aurelia pleaded, begging with her eyes as much as with her voice.
"Be patient my dear... If you will be a good girl it can easily happen that I take you to my house where you'll live with me. We'll have so much fun! And how are your champion feet doing?" she asked and bent very close to Aurelia's freshly washed foot.
“Oh, at least they did not touch them. It seems Tyros is planning to make me participate in some race and he wants my legs and feet untouched.”
"Really... let me have a closer look!" Laura said in a stern voice and bent closer, only centimetres away from the girl's toes. Aurelia could feel her hot breath as Laura gently touched her toes. She ran a long fingernail along Aurelia's soles, as she gently dabbed the pads of her heels where the spiked high-heels had left small marks with their pointy nails. She also inspected the arches, while the touch of Laura's fingers and fingernails tickled Aurelia but also felt good. Laura carefully dabbed the soft pads under the toes and took long time to inspect each, one by one. She bent the toes - softly, as if they were made of dainty porcelain - tenderly pushed down the meat of her nail-beds and peaked under each toenails, and closely surveyed her insteps. Laura licked her lips several times while the deep inspection continued and Aurelia could see that desire flashed in Laura's eyes. She made a mental note of that. She could use that as a foothold later.
"Huh... fortunately nothing serious has happened..." Laura smiled and to Aurelia's surprise, she kissed the tip of her left baby toe. The red lips formed a circle and as Laura kissed the toe passionately, Aurelia could feel the wetness of her hot mouth.
"Your feet are in perfect condition, darling... THEY ARE PERFECT after all!" she said and raised her eyes, connecting them to Aurelia's.
"How do you feel about what I'm doing to your luscious peds?"
“I feel so good. You have very delicate fingers and an incredibly sensitive touch. This sent delicious waves of relaxation up my pain-saturated nerves. I feel so good!” Aurelia exaggerated, playing on Laura’s weak spot. The secret agent moved slightly in her restraints, lusciously wiggling her toes and slowly twisting her ankles so as to expose her feet from all angles to Laura, all the while smiling, yet keeping an expression of dull pain on her face.
Laura was enchanted by the sensuous wiggles of Aurelia's toes and without further conversation, she turned into a nymphomaniac vamp. Within a second she dropped her mask of sanity and began to chew and suck on the girl's feet with lust-filled eyes. The chair Laura was sitting on fell over with a loud bang but the woman did not pay any attention. She heatedly took possession of the stocked feet and sucked and licked and massaged them as if her life depended on how fast she could soak Aurelia's feet with her saliva.
The captive looked at the transformation with uneasiness, although Laura was too focused on her adoration to notice it. Deciding to use the aesthetician’s fetishist addiction for her own good, Aurelia continued to wiggle her toes and flex her ankles. Laura’s tongue was going everywhere, leaving no square millimetre of foot skin ignored. The sensation was a little ticklish, particularly when the agile tongue began to explore the space between her toes. Still, Aurelia began to moan, as if feeling a pleasurable sensation. Faking orgasm was also part of her skills.
In her position, she had a clear view of her own feet and of Laura polishing them with her tongue. They were glistening with the saliva they were coated in. Laura kept adoring them, switching from one foot to the other without an obvious pattern. Her tongue seemed to concentrate on the tiny crooks and crevices around the toes and along the sole, with occasional long licks to the rest of the foot. She also devoted quite a lot of time to the space constricted by the padded cuffs.
Laura was getting more and more excited, licking and sucking with increasing alacrity. Aurelia’s feet had taken on a rosy shade from so much stimulation. At some point, Laura even opened her bosom and rubbed her breasts against the spy’s feet, pressing each foot between the soft globes and tickling her toes with her nipples. All the time, Aurelia kept moaning and breathing hard, mimicking her lover’s excitation.
Laura changed position and slid between Aurelia's wide open legs just to continue the wild licking on her pussy. She did it fast but she had techniques to bring pleasure and she could even use the embedded rings as instruments of joy. She licked Aurelia's crotch as if it were the finest chocolate, her eyes were burning with desire. With one hand, she unzipped her jeans and touched her own pussy, rubbing herself and went on with the licking for long minutes.
At first, Aurelia continued to fake excitation but soon she realised that Laura was diabolically skilled with her tongue. In spite of the dull pain remaining from the piercing of her labia and clitoris, Laura's deft tongue and lips were able to raise incredible sensations. Her moans turned sincere, although even a careful listener would barely have noticed the difference. Her hips began to roll in rhythm with Laura’s ministrations. Her sex began to drip feminine juices, her skin worked a shiny layer of love sweat, her pupils widened. As her lover’s tongue continued her crazy dance on her pussy, Aurelia climbed to incredible heights. She vainly tried to resist it, as she hated losing control of her body, but it proved impossible. At last, she felt a devastating orgasm grow in her loins. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her still sore pussy felt the first contractions. They grew in frequency and power along with her screams as the orgasm exploded in her shattered mind.
Laura let out mewing screams as she came into her panties and even after the minute-long shaking of her orgasm, she kept licking the captive's crotch. When Laura finally stood up and kissed Aurelia's toes, one by one, a wide smile shining on her beautiful face, she was covered with sweat and looked extremely happy. Aurelia was panting and covered in sweat, still half drowned in the remnant vapours of her powerful orgasm.
"Ohhh... it was so lovely! Your feet turn me on so much! I wish I could take you home right now and play with your feet and tasty pussy all night!" she purred while reordering her clothes. "I have a plan to take you out of this awful cell and transfer you to my own home, but we must be patient, and you also need to obey me and follow my instructions if you want to be free from Tyros. What do you think?"
Aurelia shook the cobwebs from her brains. “Oh sure! Please do! I shall follow you wherever you tell me to go,” she answered. And her sincerity was not difficult to fake. Her plan was coming along well, and if, on the way, she could benefit from such bonuses, it was all the best.
"Good... before I solidify my ideas, I want to hear more from you. Tell me, what has happened to you in the last few days? How did you get here? What were your most extreme experiences? What have you seen?" Laura placed the fallen chair next to Aurelia's head and sat down, listening to the girl's answers.
Aurelia began to narrate how she had been captured in Carrick City. Of course, she stuck to the official version in which she was a dancer looking for a job. She described the long, difficult, cramped, humiliating journey in the tiny cage along with the hundreds of other captives. Then she went on to her arrival at Adamar’s house and the cruel games he had played with her. She then told how Laura’s care had invigorated her and shaken off the pains accumulated in her nerves along the journey. Aurelia told her how she had found that her cuffs had had a defect and she had been able to free herself.
She continued with the horrors she had seen during her short exploration of Ashagen: the caged woman, the burnt slaves. She quickly went over her recapture by Tyros and the horrible role she had played at Adamar’s party, getting filled with cum from all his guests. The episode at the slave market Laura already knew and she went over it quickly. The way her body had been pierced was obvious enough and she did not entered into details. She just focused on the pain she had endured and how debased it made her feel.
She finished with the horrors she had seen as she was led to Tyros’ house. The scary memories of the impaled women were still fresh in her mind and she described them in more detail.
"Really?" Laura got excited and the sparks of strange lust awoke in her eyes again. "I crossed that square too while coming here!" she replied. "I've always thought that those kind of public torture executions was a waste of valuable meat. You know, when I see such entertainment, I always check the slaves because there might be one who would fit my tastes. But I only do that if there is no risk, because when they are hanging over a roaring fire and kicking wildly, it would be very difficult to have a closer look of their feet," she laughed and playfully pinched Aurelia's cheek. "These slaves were easy to approach and one of them proved to have beautiful feet! She was much too injured to be worth buying but her toes were so lovely! Unfortunately one of her big toe nails was split in two, as it had been pierced and yanked by a needle but the others were in perfect condition. The entertainment's organizer let me have it for only $10. Luckily, I always carry my favourite nail ripper pliers," she smiled again and dug into her big pocket, producing a previously white, red-drop-covered kerchief. She unfolded it and to Aurelia's horror a flat piece of bloody human nail was in it, the middle was painted a shabby pink.
Aurelia began to realise the true depth of Laura’s fetishism. Under her appearance of a caring and loving girl, she too was a true monster. This place seemed to attract all the most deviant minds of the world. Bombing it would purge humanity of its most horrible fringe. She could not wait to end this mission and reveal the extent of what the Carrick City connection had been hiding.
"Lovely, isn't it?” continued Laura. “Longish, wide and it looked perfect on the foot. I love to collect big toenails!" Laura raved about the ripped out nail and watched it with an adoring look. "Do you like my necklace?" Laura pointed at the multicolour shell collection around her neck. "I believe I'm the only human in Earth who has a full necklace made of female toenails!" She looked blissfully happy. "All of the original owners of these lovely nails were suffering in my dungeon and screamed their head off while I was torturing their sexy feet!" she explained and encouragingly caressed Aurelia's face with her long fingernail. "I'm collecting nails for another necklace. Not all nails from bitches tortured by me but I extract them all myself. If you'll be a good girl you might get it. Would that make you happy?" Laura asked, and her dreamy eyes showed insanity and hellish cruelty.
“Oh yes!” Aurelia lied. “It would be wonderful. Since you entered my cell I have been wondering where you found such a lovely necklace. Knowing that it is made from toenails just makes it even more desirable” she continued, mustering all the sincerity her acting talent allowed her. She was decided to play along with Laura’s fetishes as far as needed to loosen her guard. If she managed it well, Laura would soon be so in love with her that escaping would be child’s play. “But of course, you would not put my own nails on this collar? You would not deface my lovely feet to beautify my neck? That would be a shame, I would say”.
Laura peeked at Aurelia with obvious suspicion from behind her long eyelashes. Suddenly she burst into burbling laughter in a high pitched voice and did not stop for half a minute.
"My dear Aurelia... he he... you're such a double-tongued bitch... he he... and you're a fucking good actress..." her laughter turned to easy giggles. "If I didn't know more about you I might believe you really like this necklace made from extracted toenails. Extracted toenails that used to belong to feet which were heavily and severely tortured until they were literally destroyed... Come on, darling. Who else would love the idea of such cruelty but a citizen of Ashagen? I have no doubts that you really loved what I did to your cunt and toes, because I'm good at it. No woman could ever resist my oral work; I have long years of experience with waking lust in bitches like you! But you could never make me believe you're really into such diabolic cruelty, that you're a natural born sadist with an irresistible foot fetish... that you're someone like myself!" she hissed at the end and suddenly slapped Aurelia hard in the face; one of the long nails even opened a small cut on Aurelia's skin. "Fucking don't try to dupe me again or you will soon find your nails on that necklace!" Laura said, her face was red with anger. She stood up and walked back and forth for a while, whispering something to herself; “...irreverent bitch... blowtorch her pinky toes... sandpaper that wet cunt...”.
“You must believe me!” Aurelia answered, trying to calm Laura. “I have always had strong fetish fantasies about feet, toes and torturing them. It’s just I have never dared to act them out. But since I am in Ashagen, and since I have met you, I believe it must be possible to do it. But for that I need to be free. I need you to help me. Together, we will have a lot of fun, making love to each other while roasting some slave’s soles.”
Laura stopped and stared at Aurelia with obvious suspicion. She rubbed the tip of her nose and remained lost in her thoughts for long seconds.
"Ahhh... sooo..." she answered finally and sneered at Aurelia. "You sound like a dream-girl to me, darling. Unfortunately I have not believed in dreams since my tenth birthday... but who knows... you might be honest although I can hardly believe that. I think you are trying to fool me, and I would hate it if you were playing with my feelings. So when the right time comes, you will be tested... and I strongly suggest you do not fail the test... or else..." Laura left her threat hanging. "Whatever, this test will come another time, a bit later, so be patient and think of the most horrible torments applied to wiggling toes you could figure out..." she smiled with a demonic expression.
Aurelia smiled in return, hiding her own feelings. “With great pleasure, Laura,” she answered.
When she finally returned to Aurelia, Laura had changed again. She was smiling and her burst of anger had disappeared totally. She pulled the chair on its feet again, sat down and dug a pocket out of her bag. When she opened it, a full set of nail-care tools was revealed like small scissors, nail files, polishing pads and several bottles of various nail polishes.
"My dear sexy-footed beauty. As we agreed that your goal is to leave Tyros and relocate to my place, it is time to set up a plan. To be more specific, the plan is ready, and you will carry it out, so listen carefully," she said as she started to remove the silver polish that had been applied to Aurelia's toes just one day earlier. "You're the property of Tyros. Tyros owes me a lot of money. If he can't repay me, per Ashagen's law he will be my slave along with all of his properties... including you." Laura spoke as if they were gossiping in a cafe. She carefully removed every spot of the flaked polish from all ten toes.
"So, if he loses his estate your wish to be mine will be fulfilled completely. Unfortunately he wants to make big money. He wants you to race for him, he wants to bet on you so he wants you to win all the races! Ohhhh... it is ready... what do you think, which colour would fit your toes the best for the first race? No need to coat them with any nail art or multicolour polish, at the end of these races your feet will be quite used up. I'm thinking of black, deep blue or maybe dark green. Which colour do you prefer?"
“I believe black will fit me best,” Aurelia answered.
"So shall it be done..." Laura replied and chose the right polish. "If you lose your races his money will flow away, and soon he will find himself under my control. Certainly he won't be happy when you start to lose... he will be very rough and he will try to motivate you in every possible way. EVERY WAY means this won't be an easy task for you my poor darling..." she continued to polish Aurelia's toes. "So you need to be strong and very resolute. I'm so sorry that I have to expose you to his anger, but there is no other way. You should win your first two races, that will give you some reputation and Tyros will have more courage to bet larger sums. I will let you know when it's time to start losing," she finished with one foot and started to work on the other.
"Aurelia... whatever happens I will defeat Tyros and get you. Whether you help me or not. Please consider that in case of the second option I won't be too grateful, but quite upset with you... What do you think I'm doing to bitches who make me upset?"
“You will probably tear their toe-nails off, then clip their toes, cut their soles and force them to walk on a bed of salt crystals,” said Aurelia, trying to win Laura’s confidence.
"That's obvious, but you should know that I'm into much more... creative ways of torture too. I prefer feet, but also have the competence to torture every spot of your lovely body, and all of my slaves lost their sanity while 'enjoying" my hospitality. I do not suggest you test my talents..." Laura whispered and smiled like an innocent angel.
"So my proposal is the following: you help me to get you and Tyros by losing your races, and in exchange when this happens, you will be my personal sex slave instead of being my loudest screaming pain slave... on the supposition that you pass the test you've asked for..." she said as she carefully finished the polishing of another nail. "What's your answer?"
“Laura, is there no other way? I have seen one of these races on TV. They seem terrible and both the winner and the loser got out terribly battered. After a couple of those, I would be pretty useless to you, or I could even be dead. That’s not what you want, is it? Can’t you arrange my escape? You could release me and let me out of this house. Then I would go to your house and nobody would ever know that I am at your place. They would be looking for me in the streets or in the outskirts of the city. Then we would be alone and able to fulfill our darkest fantasies. What do you say to that plan?”
"Ohhhhh... hahaha..." Laura laughed and playfully blew onto the freshly polished toes. "Don't be so selfish, my dear. This whole story is not only about you... My first intention was to trap Tyros. Now I want you too, but my joy will be complete only if both of you fall into my hands. I'm afraid we cannot spare you a few races... you need to be a strong girl. Furthermore, I will love watching you participate in these races. I'm pretty sure you'll give us a great show! And please, do not worry about your physical condition; Tyros will take care of your body, he won't let you race in any competition that would cause you too severe damage. And to top it off, I will be with you all the time, and I will personally nurse your battered feet after each race, so that as long as it is possible they will remain in almost perfect condition" Laura explained, smiling. "I want you to nod and accept my proposal. In return, I grant you a better life after we're done with all of this... so, can I have your word?"
Aurelia was thinking quickly. Her plan had failed and she quickly had to find a new one. Maybe she could escape while being transferred to the race stadium, or while locked there? “I understand and I hope I shall not disappoint you. You have my word” she answered. Laura nodded and began to draw circles onto Aurelia's soles with the long nail of her index finger.
“By the way. I’ve talked to Trixie. I had all the afternoon to get to know my new slave better. She sang to me like a lark, I did not even need to motivate her. Some gentle foot massage and sensuous toe sucking, along with the screaming of an old, boring slave whose soles were melting in strong acid, inspired Trixie to tell me everything. Actually, she is in love with you. I should be jealous but I’m not, it is always funny to watch my slaves have emotional chains... Also, Trixie mentioned that she was a first-link trader in Ashagen’s organization, but that she had made a terrible mistake. She had delivered a slave who proved to be a spy...” Laura chatted but her eyes were scanning Aurelia’s face without relaxation. “What terrible luck! How easy it is to glide from Ashagen’s trader to Ashagen’s slave... interesting, isn’t it?”
Aurelia had been feeling the trap arriving by the tone Laura had used since she had begun to speak about Trixie. There had been something not quite natural in her wording and thus she had been bracing herself against anything. Anyway, she had to call on all the power gathered during her training to remain perfectly calm as Laura mentioned the spy. She blinked her eyelids just a little faster and her pupils barely increased in diameter. Her heart beat had quickened though and she was eager to know more about Jenny. However, as Laura got her information from Trixie, it was doubtful that she knew more than Aurelia already knew. Thus, resisting the urge to inquire about the spy’s fate, she pretended that Laura was questioning her about Trixie’s love for her.
“Yes, I had noticed she had a crush for me, although I can hardly say that this is reciprocal. She can be quite insane at times, I have noticed, and she lacks style. I’m not interested in that kind of woman,” she answered, trying to lead Laura to a less treacherous path.
"Oh, you shouldn't think so. Trixie seems to be a very interesting woman, she really has some talent for causing pain and suffering, I can tell. She also has very sexy feet; I like the shape of her toenails very much. When you'll be with me, and with Trixie of course, I will spend long hours watching you two adoring each other’s feet; that turns me on," Laura replied.
“Maybe… But her class is far from reaching yours,” Aurelia answered.
"Wow... how nice you are, thank you!" Laura purred. "You will have plenty of time to prove your admiration... a bit later... Now back to Trixie's story... The spy who caused her fall became a very famous slave here; she was participating in several games in the Painbringer Arena. She won a dozen races before she was too much battered, so her owner transferred her to the Final Scream games. I would never have thought that skilled spies can be so efficient! She survived another four games and she is still alive! I have heard only a few times before about slaves who survived more than three races in the Final Scream Arena! It happened that I knew her owner, a very nice guy who runs a big stable with several slaves participating in games. Before I came here, I visited him and also inspected this admirable slave of his." Laura explained as she was playing with Aurelia's freshly polished toes, bending them back and forth, inserting her fingers between the toes. But Laura's eyes never strayed from Aurelia's face, she was watching the girl and a covert smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Aurelia’s heart missed a beat as she learned that Jenny was still alive but in such terrible condition. She had to gather all her energy to remain impassive. She was beginning to realise that her chiefs might have made a mistake in sending her along Jenny’s tracks. Her personal connection with the disappeared agent might prove a disadvantage. She was taking this affair emotionally, much too emotionally, and her enemies could take advantage of this. She struggled to keep her mask closed, focusing her mind on Laura’s play with her toes. But in the back of her mind, she was anguished by Jenny’s fate.
“Hi! Hi! Hi! You are tickling me!” she protested, wiggling her feet and toes pretending that it was making her unable to concentrate. Laura noticed the wiggles of Aurelia's toes and this caused her obvious pleasure, but she went on talking mercilessly.
"Poor wench... she is so severely wounded after twelve Painbringer and four Final Scream races. She doesn't have any unscathed spot on her once perfect body. For example: one of her tits is actually missing, the other is covered with scars. Burn scars, spots where her tit was pierced, hooked or impaled, and I suppose in one of the games her tit was also skinned in rectangles... very nasty sight you can bet." Laura said and took a cigarette from her pocket, lit it and deeply inhaled the smoke.
Aurelia suppressed a shiver as she imagined what the poor Jenny had gone through. She must look like a wreck now. She felt the tingling of tears ready to burst into her eyes at the memories of all she had done with Jenny. She was two years younger than her and she had taken personal care of her training. In the male world of Intelligence, she knew how a girl could feel isolated and out of place. She had taught her all the tricks of the trade, how to use her charm to climb the steps. And now, her student, her friend, Jenny, was utterly destroyed, waiting a cruel and painful death in some filthy, damp cell. She shook her mind, trying to think to something else. She had to forget about Jenny or she was going to reveal herself.
She was conscious of Laura’s piercing eyes focused on her. Laura was obviously a very sharp woman. She was yet unsure if there was any connection between her and Jenny and was trying to find out. Aurelia had to be very careful if she wanted to outwit her.
"Her owners assured me that despite her condition she can still scream like a banshee, although since her last race in which she had to endure the classic act of being hanged by the neck, her screams are a little bit hoarse. What do you think, if I would let Tyros make you run in twelve races, and then resign you to the Final Screams Games, would you still keep your sanity?"
Aurelia started at the sudden question. “Uuuh! This woman is indeed incredible. She sounds very strong. I doubt I would ever do half as good as she did. But of course, I do not have her training…”
"I ask this because she did... I could see in it her eyes. Her owner told me that the girl had never confessed for whom she was spying for and from where she came! Amazing willpower! Of course I have examined her hands and feet too, like a connoisseur. I simply love to inspect severely tortured extremities. Unfortunately she has lost all of her fingernails, but to my big surprise, the nails of one foot were intact. Well, intact is a bit too strong an expression; let's say she still had toenails. They were blackened a bit, the nail-beds were raw from all the needles and sticks that were shoved under her nails during her career in the arenas, but those nails were whole enough for an in-depth inspection. Her owner granted me a favour so even though it is not in good enough condition for being stitched onto my new necklace, I brought it with me." Laura whispered with renewed sexual excitement and took another handkerchief from her reticule. She unfolded it and showed Aurelia an awfully discoloured, cracked, rectangular piece of horn. "What a beauty this must have been in its original condition!" Laura panted. "Do you agree with me?"
Aurelia gasped in shock at the sight of this remnant of her friend. She swallowed the tears that were coming to her eyes and transformed her horror into an expression of awe. “Oh my god! That’s incredible! I have never seen that! Look what it must have been through. I’m creaming at the thought of what her toes must have gone through! She must have suffered quite a lot. I’m regretting that I’m arriving too late to see it.”
"My oh my..." Laura whispered and look deep into the girl's eyes... "I still cannot decide if you're really turned on by this," showing off the ripped toenail, "or are trying to fool me." She reached between Aurelia's legs, rubbing her pussy with her fingers. "You're not exactly creamy... but at least not dry..." she said.
“You and me, we are so similar. I have never met someone with tastes so similar to mine. I have always thought I was the only one in the World with such fantasies. They were scaring me and I felt ashamed of them. Now that I have discovered Ashagen, I feel like I could fulfill them eventually. It is bad luck that I am on the wrong side of the fence. But I am hoping that you will change that and that we can be friends, lovers and have fun together torturing feet of helpless slaves,” Aurelia answered, instilling more of her mental drug in Laura’s mind. She could feel that Laura was willing to believe her but did not yet dared to do so. With the right amount of emotional engineering, Laura would be changed into a mere puppet in Aurelia’s skilful hands.
Aurelia was trying to keep her mind churning on all the data that were presented to her. Jenny had kept her secret. This was amazing! In spite of the despair she must have been smothered in. Brave Jenny! She had always been a strong girl, very resistant to pain. Memories of their training sessions came to Aurelia’s mind.
Routine torture training consisted of two kinds of sessions. Those where one agent was trying to make another talk and those where they were both subjected to torture with the first one breaking being the loser. Jenny had proved a very strong opponent in both situations, out-competing Aurelia in several cases. She remembered one of these occasions where the two trainees had been hanging from the ceiling by their arms bound behind them. They were both naked as was usual in these exercises. Their toes were barely centimetres over the floor. They were both dripping with cold sweat. They had been facing each other for hours, grimacing around their huge wooden-ball gags. Their contorted shoulders and strangled wrists were filling their arms and torso with intense agony. Their eyes remained locked together for most of the session as they tried to evaluate their “opponent’s” resistance. They were hardly moving at all as each stir caused more agony in their stretched arms. They were panting in short gasps, forced to fight against the gravity, which was pulling down on their diaphragms to prevent them getting fresh air into their tired lungs. This had been a battle of will. Both women were too proud to renounce first, in spite of the unbearable pain that was growing in their stretched bodies. After hours of incredible agony, both girls were utterly exhausted and had sweated out all the water they could. Their jaws were aching from clenching on the unyielding wooden balls, their eyes burned with all the sweat they had swallowed, they had barely enough strength to breathe. Suddenly, there was a popping sound and Jenny fell down another couple of centimetres. There was a second similar sound and Jenny fell lower again, moaning in agony through her gag. To Aurelia’s horror, she realised that both Jenny’s arms had been pulled out of their shoulder sockets. Her weight was now supported only by tendons and muscles. Jenny was obviously suffering phenomenal agony and Aurelia was expecting to win the session in a few seconds. But the young girl was so stubborn that she preferred her arms to receive permanent damage than to admit her defeat. Through her own haze of pain, Aurelia could see what was happening. Her own pride was not strong enough to let Jenny injure herself. She pressed the button taped on her right palm, signifying that she wanted to stop the session, losing the challenge. Yes, Jenny was the proudest and most stubborn girl she had ever met…
Aurelia’s thoughts were interrupted by Laura’s voice. "I made a very interesting finding, my dear Aurelia... you know how much I love to play with pretty toes and with their even prettier toenails. This toenail in my hand is somehow special, even after it has faced days or weeks of heavy torments. This pretty toenail is solid as steel... still hard, cracked but intact, stronger than the horn of a bull. Although I haven't had the opportunity - yet - to test your nails, darling, I believe they're quite... mmmhhhh... similar. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Aurelia felt panic invading her. Now she was sure of it. It had been a mistake to send her on Jenny’s steps. They were much too similar. It would be too easy to notice the similarity. She tried to think fast and find a way out of this trap. “Well, I have already revealed to you a secret I have never told to anyone: my foot fetishism. This is something that has been in me since my youngest age. I have always taken care of my feet, toes and nails with the highest attention. I have followed calcium-magnesium-rich diets since puberty and I have daily painted my nails with a special lotion whose recipe was given to me by a close friend. That’s why I have such healthy nails. But there is nothing else. You cannot think I am a spy, can you?”
"Ohhh... I believe you darling, why should I be mistrustful. By the way, the poor girl will have her obviously last race tomorrow, she will enter the Final Screams Arena again, and this time she won't make it out alive, I'm afraid; she is too much used to be able to survive another race... I had the idea for a short moment to buy her from her owner - a big champion like her would deserve some pampering before leaving this Earth -, but what could I do with her? She would just consume food and water, and would only be a pain in my neck. What a pity..." Laura finished, smoked her cigarette and watched Aurelia's face as a cruel smile was dancing on her demonic, beautiful face.
Aurelia did not fall into this clumsy trap. She knew very well what kind of pampering Laura was thinking about. The race might well be the less cruel of the two deaths. Still, she was burning with the desire to see Jenny one last time. And maybe to let her know that her mission had not completely failed, that the Agency was progressing and the she, Aurelia, was going to continue her task and bring all of Ashagen’s citizen in front of their judges. It might be dangerous to meet her, she knew very well, but this was the least she could do.
“Yes, this would be a waste of food and water. But you know what, I would love so much to see her suffering one last time. She looks so much like an exceptional person! It must be quite a show to see her racing. Do you think you could entice Tyros to let me attend that race?” Aurelia asked.
Laura looked at her with obvious confusion. "You're totally crazy, Aurelia” she said. “I like blood-thirsty, foot-fetishist, selfish cunts, but you are asking too much! I will ask Tyros to train you a bit more efficiently; we have been talking for a few hours now and this is your third or fourth request or suggestion. You have too much self-confidence despite your status..." she said, anger quavered in her voice.
“Please Laura! I am not making any suggestion. But just think of it: this girl might die at any moment. She sounds so fantastic. We cannot miss that! Think of that: her death race! This will probably the most fantastic race of her career!” Aurelia answered, imitating the exalted expression Laura had been showing earlier.
"Fucking no, forget it! You are already entered in an upcoming race, the day after tomorrow, and you won't be available tomorrow..." she refused Aurelia's request.
“Then I am free tomorrow. Oh, please, Laura! You will like it as much as me!” Aurelia pleaded.
"It seems you really want to see that spy under ultimate suffering... I can set that up for you, but such kindness asks for reward. If you REALLY want to see her scream I might buy her, transfer her to my house and later let you watch her screaming... the question is: what is it in for me? What could you afford for me? You, a bound slave, sentenced for a life – a definitely short life – of long suffering." Laura mocked Aurelia and positioned herself next to the girl. She sat back, raised her left leg, removed the whorish high-heeled shoe and stretched her leg, resting her heel on Aurelia breasts, her sand and sweat covered toes pointing straight at the girl's ringed lips. "I give you a few minutes to think while you lick my toes... do it well and beware of those fangs of yours. I have no idea what I would do to a slave who would hurt my feet, but I wouldn't suggest that you find it out..." she said and closed her eyes, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia's face.
As Laura’s foot came in the range of Aurelia’s teeth, her human anatomy courses quickly unrolled in her mind. She visualised the dorsalis pedis artery running down the back of the ankle. A strong bite with her new fangs and Laura would bleed to death. But Aurelia realised that death would not come fast enough. Laura would probably have the time to kill her, or to call for help before dying. Her best solution was to stick to her plan and use this opportunity to increase Laura’s desire for her.
Thus, in spite of the sweaty smell that was coming from Laura’s foot, Aurelia stuck out her tongue and began to lick her toes. She did it at first in short touches, licking toe after toe. The ring set in her tongue was getting in the way. It kept getting entangled in Laura’s toes. But given time, Aurelia learned to use her tongue more efficiently. She began to lick more passionately, mimicking what Laura had done to her earlier. The rings pierced in her lips were rubbing against the foot, the fresh wounds still causing some mild pain to the Agent. She sucked on each toe, closing her lips around them, pushing her tongue between them, coating them in her saliva. As Laura pushed her foot closer, she tried to engulf the tip of her foot inside her mouth but her long fangs were in the way and she hand to content herself with licking the ball of Laura’s foot. She kept sucking and sucking, emitting excited moans all along. Her eyes were closed but from under her eyelashes she observed Laura’s reactions.
The sadistic woman enjoyed every moment of Aurelia's eager foot worship. Her eyes were closed, she touched her crotch and rubbed her palm against her sex through her skirt and panties. As the girl's tongue spread sticky, warm saliva all over her sensitive toes, Laura began moaning and purring, her toes wiggling in rhythm with Aurelia's tongue lashes. The ringed tongue and the wet toes were dancing together in sensuous harmony. Laura slid one hand under her skirt, under her panties and started to play over her pussy as she moved her foot closer to Aurelia's mouth, positioning her knee and ankle so as to provide the bound girl with an easier access to every spot of her foot.
As Laura offered more of her foot, Aurelia ran her ringed tongue all along the sole. There were dust and sand grains there, which she had to swallow. Her tongue continued its work on Laura’s heel and on her Achilles’ tendon. The aesthetician’s foot was soon glistening under its layer of saliva.
Only a few minutes later, Laura was drunk with joy and sexual excitement. She wiggled her toes some more, searching for Aurelia's lip rings and stuck her smaller toes into some of them, wiggling them wildly and moaning loudly. She became rougher and rougher as her climax approached, she was rubbing her sex energetically with her hand as she forced her foot against Aurelia's nose, rubbing the rings against the pads of her sole. The poor agent’s lips were stretched in all directions, making her blinding white fangs flash as they were uncovered and renewing the pain in the freshly punctured holes. Laura pointed downwards with her slutty red painted toes and actually forced her foot into the girl's mouth, stretching her lips and even made Aurelia's fangs scrape the milk-white skin on the side of her instep. The slave gasped and retched as Laura’s foot forced her mouth wide open and pressed her tongue down. She tried to turn her head sideways but the foot was already too deep. Her eyes bulged as she resisted the sudden urge to puke. Meanwhile, Laura was keeping her eyes shut, not even noticing the scratches caused by the fangs. She forced her foot deeper and deeper, her toes were dancing wildly between the Agent's palate and tongue, gagging her toy-girl completely. Suddenly Laura let out a loud, long, mewing scream, her back tensed and her toes reached Aurelia's tonsil and almost tore her mouth apart. Aurelia moaned loudly and then choked as her air supply was almost entirely cut off. Her eyes bulged out and her ringed nostrils flared widely as she desperately tried to suck fresh air in her panicking lungs. Her face turned red and she yanked forcefully on her arms and legs. But her frantic efforts remained completely unnoticed by her tormentor. Laura’s hand was stirring so intensely under her skirt that the soft textile of her panties was ripped. She opened her eyes, gazed at her foot half-way down the girl's throat, and continued screaming. She was shaking and drooling in utter ecstasy. Her frantic quivering subsided slowly, but her crazed, lusty and insane eyes were flashing wildly even after she had removed her hand from her skirt and was licking the pussy juices dripping from her fingers. Finally, she noticed Aurelia’s purple and panicked face and she yanked out her foot. Spittle and gobs of saliva were sloshed into all directions, as the choking girl shook her head and replenished her aching lungs. Two long, bleeding wounds defaced Laura’s foot where Aurelia's canine teeth had scratched the skin. Laura bent her knee and brought her foot right in front of her toy’s face.
"I may be wrong..." she started in voice made coarse by her crazy screaming, "but something about a suggestion of not hurting my foot is in the back of my mind..." she said. But before she could proceed with her sentence, she snapped at her own big toe, sucked it deeply, slurped down Aurelia's thick gobs of saliva still covering the toe. "Mmmmhhhhh... tastes so good..." she went on while sucking each toe, swallowing every drop of the slave's saliva. Finally she placed her slightly bleeding foot onto the floor and stared at Aurelia. The slave was still panting hard and coughing as she tried to recover her breath.
"So... your negotiating position has worsened... you have asked a favour from me, but in reward you also bit my foot. Your only attenuating circumstance is that not only your toes and cunt, but also the depths of your throat tastes good," she said while lighting a new cigarette. "The facts are that we have agreed on trapping Tyros. You're going to win the first couple of races and you will lose those following, until he is broke. I will make you know when the time to lose has come. Now, you want me to secure you a place for watching that battered cunt die in the Final Scream Arena. You bit my foot and caused bleeding. So, what should we do with this tricky situation? Tell me something REALLY tempting, something that melts my ice-cold heart and that makes me believe that my efforts to save the spy-girl for another race are worth the price. Something that makes me forget what you've done to my delicate foot..." Laura whispered, grinning. Her grin was frightening.
Aurelia quickly thought about something that would tease the sadistic woman. “I know how I can make this worth of your efforts. As soon as this girl is safe at your home with me, I shall prepare her for her last night with you. This last night will be the worst and the longest of her entire life, but to you I promise that it will be a continuous series of powerful orgasms. If you allow me to, I shall use a set of ropes to make a complex harness around your waist and legs. To this harness I shall fasten our strong girl. She will be wrapped inside a leather bag so that her ugly appearance and her unhealed wounds do not spoil the sheets. Only the front of her face and her arms will be visible. The rest of her body will be hog-tied inside the bag. Her face will be strapped tight against the soles of your feet and her arms will be strapped along your legs with her hands against your pussy and your anus. I shall install a choker around her neck, connected to a handle near your head. As long as you pull on this handle, the choker will let her breathe. Pulling on it will be easy as you experience orgasm after orgasm but if you get bored at any time or fall asleep, the choker will slowly tighten around her throat and she will die in about one hour. She will know this and this will motivate her to do her best to please you. She will do it even more frantically since she will have passed the previous couple of hours licking the unwashed feet of the lowliest of your working slaves so that your delicate feet will taste and smell like a dessert to her.”
"Hmmm... your idea is worth considering. I might use you and your mind to make my life even more exciting. Okay darling... I believe we're done for today..." Laura sighed and stood up. She slid her naked, still glistening foot into to her high-heel sandal and tried to buckle it, and hopped for some seconds. "From what I have heard from Trixie, your travel was a bit exhausting... forced into painful positions during your collection and flight, spending an active day in the slave trader's gym and you also missed the night rest yesterday. You must have been awake for three or four days of continuous stress, you must be very tired. I suggest you to sleep as much as you can... you will need your strength and an awesome form for the upcoming race. If you are a good girl, you will soon meet the champion spy. Don't disappoint me, Aurelia. See you on your first race! I will have a ringside seat, I'm very eager to see you run..." she laughed and blew a kiss to Aurelia. She took her pocketbook and as she spun around and left, Laura playfully caressed Aurelia's black painted toes. The ticking of her high-heels soon died away and the girl was left alone in her cell.
Few minutes later Tyros returned. With a very strict expression on her face, he sat by Aurelia's head.
"I strongly hope you've not forgotten what I have told you about who is your true master" he said while examining the girl's saliva-covered, glistening face. "I see she took her time with you... did she cause any damage?"
“No, she didn’t. Well, she almost choked me to death with her foot but this didn't leave any physical damage.”
"Good... Innocent sexual interaction is allowed... I fucking don't trust her, so if at any time she do something rough to you I want you to report it to me immediately! I was worrying that she might be unable to resist your feet... but they seem fine. Now, listen! You're going to race in the Painbringer Arena the day after tomorrow. I've entered you into a race that is less risky but usually attracts many spectators. If you do well, you won't suffer any permanent damage although it will be painful... it will hurt more than anything before in your life... but you will learn the details later. Tomorrow you'll be transferred to the Arena's stables. All participant slaves must be there one day before the race; the Arena’s owners want to avoid the effects of any short-term drug or stimulant. You will spend your next night there, together with the other slaves. You will be trained and prepared for the race in the morning. I want you to win! I want you to defeat all the other slaves and cross the finish line in the very first place! If you win, you'll have a great life compared to any other slave in Ashagen. If you fail to satisfy me you will suffer inhuman pain. This is very simple... How much time has passed since you ate last time? Are you hungry at all?"
“I can’t even remember the last time I ate a regular meal. Lately I have been solely fed sperm and urine… So, I am really hungry.”
"I thought so. I brought you some nutrition, a protein and carbohydrate-rich mixture," Tyros said. He returned from his room with a bottle. It was made of white glass and a huge amount of whitish liquid wobbled in it. He sat back to Aurelia's face and opened the bottle. "I don't think you will like the taste, but who the fuck cares about your gastronomic taste? Open your mouth and gulp down all of it. I don't want to see a single drop missed, got it?"
From the look of the bottle, Aurelia had not held very high hopes about its contents but as it got close to her nose, the smell that was coming out of it repelled her. It stank of rancid sperm and acrid piss. She grimaced and turned her face away, disgusted.
"You're so picky! As you have already suspected, the basic material is sperm, which I have collected from the male slaves and animals of the property. It is mixed up with some rich mineral water, tainted milk and I've also pissed into it, just to spice it up. Now shut the fuck up and drink it, we don't have all night," he said and with the speed of snakebite he grabbed Aurelia's chin, forcing his strong fingers between Aurelia's jaws and through her cheeks. Aurelia was tied, tired and exhausted; several spots of her body were throbbing with pain. The man was fresh and strong, the poor Agent had no chance to resist. She opened her mouth wide, Tyros’ punishing fingers sending harsh pain to her brain. "Here we go, enjoy your meal, cunt!" Tyros grunted as he propped the neck of the bottle against Aurelia's lower teeth. The bottle was slanted and the foul mixture poured into the girl's mouth.
The bottle was spreading Aurelia’s jaws far apart while its opening was resting on the back of her mouth. The offensive liquid quickly overwhelmed her swallowing capacity and filled her mouth. Tyros pulled the bottle out to let her gulp it down. The disgusting goo's taste was even worse than what Aurelia had expected. It was simply horrid. She fought the urge to puke it, knowing very well from past experience that everything would ultimately be forced down her gullet, however many times she would have vomited it. Still the experience was terrible, even to a woman as hungry as Aurelia was.
She had just swallowed the last drop of the first mouthful, and then Tyros shoved the bottle back into her mouth to serve her another ration. The poor girl’s stomach was now receiving the first gobs of the nasty mixture and it was rebelling. It was to no avail as a new train of foulness was coming down, preventing any rejection. Aurelia’s misery was total. Her fangs were grinding uselessly against the bottle as she tried to push it away. Again, the bottle did not leave her mouth until it was full. Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears as she had to ingest the disgusting stuff once again.
The process was repeated several times until all of the bottle had been emptied in Aurelia’s belly. Tyros straightened himself, looking at his slave. The area around her mouth and nose was smeared with the whitish, stinking stuff. Her teeth were connected by threads of it and her mouth was coated with it. Aurelia tried to say something, but she felt dizzy. Her vision was blurring, her mind was getting fuzzy. “This bastard has drugged me,” was her last thought before falling into unconsciousness.
End of Part Two
PART THREE – CRUEL GAMES
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Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by Scarab and JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Aurelia's awakening happened to be very harsh. Ice-cold water was splashed over her face, one... two... three buckets. She coughed and fought for air for several long seconds. Since her first blackout in Trixie's Bar, Aurelia had experienced several rude awakenings from a string of dreamless comas, but the most recent one always felt the worst. She tried to wipe the chilling water from her eyes but her hands were locked in place and she soon realized that her neck was also immobilized. She shook her head, spraying water all around, but some naughty, wet lock of hair stuck to her face and she had to peek through a dense curtain of red hair.
She was in a dim, square room. The roof above her head rested on short poles protruding from the top of the wall; sunshine filtered through the hatches. The main structure was made of grey stone, but almost everything else inside the room was shining with a harsh metallic light. She was locked in the middle of the room, and high above her head, a plastic pipe dangled free; the water must have come from it. She was placed in some kind of stocks, about one and a half metres high, carved out of a vertical metal slab, 10 centimetres wide. Her neck was locked into a tight hole about one metre above the floor. As she raised her head to look around, the thin metal circle cut into her neck from behind, and into her larynx from beneath. Her wrists were locked in similar but much smaller holes on both sides of her head at the same height. She felt that the rest of her body, her chest, waist and legs were totally free. While she had been unconscious, her legs had been creased under her body and her knees were aching from the touch of the cold, stone floor. In front of her face three identical stocks stood, forming a rhombus, although the sides of the stocks were not touching; there was approximately one metre between the slabs. All three stocks were occupied. Three slaves were locked in them, facing each other, with their hands immobilized at the sides of their heads.
All stocks had several unused holes. There were three vertically stacked neck holes, and all the prisoners occupied the highest ones. On both sides of the neck holes, two vertical lines of three smaller holes had been cut into the stocks forming a total of five lines, encompassing a total of fifteen holes, three for necks and twelve more for the limbs. It was easy to figure out the numerous possible postures in which a human body could be locked into these stocks. All the holes seemed to be made of some cold, metallic material. They could toggle between open and closed. Any limb or neck could be inserted into any open position, because each hole had an adjustable inner circle that could be expanded or contracted as needed. Adjacent to every hole was a small keyhole, which controlled its open state. Without the proper key it was almost impossible to pick the locks and open the holes. Aurelia recognized this type of stocks; she had already seen how they imprisoned people. The technology had been invented and used by the KGB, the former Soviet Intelligence Agency.
This sight brought back a painful memory to the young spy. She had already been trapped in such a contraption. It had been during one her first missions, when she was still rash and inexperienced. She was obligated to collaborate with a Ukrainian secret agent named Vlad. He was the haughtiest, the most arrogant person she had ever met. He had invited her to a restaurant to celebrate the success of their most recent mission. After two weeks of being with him almost continuously on the field, Aurelia already had more than enough of his condescension but political correctness and State interests did not permit her to turn the invitation down.
There were a couple of other Ukrainian agents at this dinner which proved even more boring than she had feared. They were all former members of the KGB and they kept gloating about the good old times and about the superiority of the Soviet intelligence agency over the rest of the world. By turns, they each recounted missions where they had successfully extracted crucial information from Western countries. Each success story was saluted with a full glass of Vodka. Aurelia did not like to drink alcohol. She did not appreciate the loss of control or blunting her razor-sharp skills. She had tried to refuse the drinks but she was met with such a dense barrage of misogynous remarks and derogatory comments that she was forced to comply; her pride demanded that she prove these arrogant men that she could hold alcohol better than them. Indeed, her organs had been trained to resist the effects of alcohol, but still they were all taller than her and easily weighed twice what she did. Out-drinking them would be almost impossible and she could only hope to hold her liquor as well as them.
At the end of the dinner, they were all quite drunk. Aurelia was bearing the Ukrainians’ bragging with increasing difficulty. The Vodka was progressively weakening her self-control. Later, as they were chatting over coffee, Vlad asserted that the KGB’s prisons had been the most secure in the world. Aurelia, who was beginning to get exasperated, mocked them and replied that any child would have been able to escape from those prisons. The argument had escalated and if the ex-Soviets (Ed. note: Ukrainians are distinctly NOT Russians; in the 1930's, the Ukraine resisted Soviet rule and the Soviets responded by creating a famine in the Ukraine. This is ironic because the Ukraine was known for its rich soil.) had not been stopped by the vestigal remnants of gentlemanly behaviour vis-à-vis a woman, a fight would have erupted. As it was, the Ukrainians merely invited Aurelia to see one of the souvenirs they had kept from their KGB period: a set of steel stocks.
Half an hour later, they were all gathered in the basement of the Ukrainian Foreign Intelligence Service, the Sluzhba zovnishn’oyi rozvidky Ukrayiny or SZRU, headquarters at 33 Volodymyr Street, Kiev. It was a small, dirty room where unused furniture was stored. In one corner stood a rusty apparatus that was in many respects similar to the one Aurelia was currently locked in. As Aurelia, by now completely upset, had spoken with contempt of the venerable device, Vlad challenged her to try and escape from it. Under normal conditions, Aurelia would have refused, but the alcohol was making her overconfident. She decided to teach the arrogant Ukrainians a lesson.
Using a rusty key, Vlad opened the three upper holes of the steel stocks, and invited Aurelia to get in. As she was kneeling to push her head through the neck hole, he stopped her and firmly motioned her to turn her back to the stocks, arch her body backwards and pass her head through the neck hole while facing the ceiling. As she bent backwards, her white shirt was pulled out of the hem of her black leather skirt and her belly button appeared on her flat, muscular belly. One turn of the key and Aurelia felt the hole tightening around her neck, locking her inside. Then Vlad and one of his colleagues pushed her hands through the corresponding holes on both side of her neck and locked them too. Aurelia was now in quite a difficult position, kneeling on the concrete floor with her back arched and her torso and face turned upwards.
This posture soon got even more difficult as they pulled on her feet, spreading her legs and passing them through the lower set of small holes. They first had to remove her high-heeled shoes, leaving her feet naked. Second later, she felt the stocks tightening around her ankles with a dreadful click. Her toes barely brushed the floor now, leaving most of her weight supported by her knees. The situation was worsened by the fact that she was wearing a rather narrow black-leather skirt which left her knees bare against the cold concrete floor. Moreover, as her thighs were spread wide, the skirt tended to slide up her legs, centimetre by centimetre, each time she moved.
The situation’s intensity level had suddenly increased. The three inebriated Ukrainian agents were now looking at Aurelia with an entirely different point of view. She was not a colleague anymore. Locked in the KGB stocks, she was now nothing but a piece of meat begging to be abused. And a beautiful piece of meat, at that. Her arched body showcased all the best features of the feminine anatomy. Her proud, firm breasts were pushing against the front of her white skirt, pulling on the buttons, threatening to make them snap off. Her belly was visible from the hem of her thong, which pointed its lacework just above her skirt, to her lower ribs, which protruded under her trussed up shirt. Her strong, curvaceous legs were exposed up to the middle of her thighs; Aurelia felt the change and shivered inwardly. Still she was too proud to ask for release and she just said, “Alright, guys. Now, leave me here and do not come back before one hour. Chances are I will join you in your coffee room long before that.”
“One hour? Certainly not,” answered Vlad, who was the most lucid of the three men. “Where is the challenge in staying only one hour in this tool? Our prisoners used to stay locked in for days on end. And we do not want to wait, bored in those empty offices. My friends and I are going to continue the party. We’ll go to the Vodka bars and then maybe to the whores. Then we’ll go to sleep. Only then will we come back here.”
Aurelia was going to protest when he continued: “That should not be a problem for you anyway. You said you would free yourself in less than one hour. You have my cell-phone number. Just call me when you are free and we’ll come back and get you… If we are still sober enough, of course…”
Aurelia bit her lips. There was little she could propose without losing face and admitting she was not sure she could free herself. And yet unsure she was. She had not expected to be locked in such a strict position, with even her feet immobilised. The key holes were way out of reach of her fingers. Her hands and her feet were actually far away from anything she could grab. The device was rusty but looked sturdy enough to resist her strongest efforts. She would have to complete a more detailed exploration to find whether there was a weak point or not.
The three men were looking at her plight with knowing grins. They seemed unsure whether they should stay or go. Aurelia felt that if they decided to stay, it would not be good for her. The ambiance was getting more electric every minute that passed.
“Well, then… I guess I am all set. Leave me and I'll see you later,” she told them, speaking in a firm, authoritative voice.
“As you wish, Baby. There is just one problem I have to solve. I want to make sure we meet again before you leave for the States. And I believe I know how we can do that…” Vlad pursued. He took Aurelia’s purse, which she had placed on the top of a nearby crate, and fumbled into it. He found her cell-phone and placed it on the crate. “Here, I leave your phone here so that you can call me. As for your purse, I’m going to take it with me, along with your ID, your room card, your money and your car keys”.
“And your shoes!” added Mikhail, one of his acolytes, brandishing Aurelia’s high-heels.
Aurelia glared at them. “That’s not fair! If you get too drunk to come back here when I call you, I’ll be stuck here for who knows how long!”
“Then I suggest you don’t lose a minute to free yourself” mocked Vlad. “If you are fast enough, we could enjoy a few more glasses of Vodka together!”
“And be glad we don’t take your skirt with us as well. This is very contrary to the rules to leave a stocks prisoner with her clothes on,” said Mikhail with a greedy stare at Aurelia’s curvaceous shapes. “Shouldn't we remove all her clothes as well? The test would be more realistic if she would feel the real situation of prisoners locked in our masterpiece,” he continued after a moment of reflection. He was grinning like an idiot, lurching from the extreme amount of the finest vodka.
“Don't be such a cur, man!” Vlad laughed while looking deep into Aurelia's eyes. “We're just playing with a colleague of ours, we don't really want to use the full range of our long standing techniques.” he replied.
“But she is a trained agent, said to be one of the best! I wonder if she isn’t hiding some tricky tools somewhere in her clothes! Such advantage wouldn't be fair against us, as we're testing the REAL utility of the stocks” Mikhail replied while almost openly rubbing his already bulging member under his trousers.
“Fuck, there is truth in what you say!” Vlad smiled and winked at the girl. “I hope you don't mind if we remove your dress, my American friend! Just for the sake of fair-play!” Vlad asked Aurelia while hinting to his fellows. The girl was not given any chance to answer or refuse the humiliating request. Mikhail and the third muscular Ukrainian jumped on her and with stunning effectiveness started to undress the half-drunk agent. Obviously it was not their first time. Within ten seconds she found herself naked except for her underwear. The agents did not tear her clothes but unbuttoned and unfastened every accessory. When necessary, one of them held a limb, while the other opened the corresponding hole, removed a piece of cloth and relocked it. Aurelia was given no chance to struggle out, although she protested and fought her best to escape this humiliation. She was soon left in her black-lace thong and bra. Her strong body left almost nothing to the imagination of the inebriated minds of the former KGB spies. Her muscles were bulging as she tried to pull her limbs from the stocks' tight embrace, involuntarily adding to the show. The most humiliating aspect was perhaps that with her head locked behind the upper panel, she could not see the faces of her colleagues on the other side. The men were taking advantage of this to leer shamelessly at her fantastically displayed squirming body. All the time, Aurelia was pleading and threatening them to get back her clothes.
“Please, don't look so ashamed. We're colleagues after all and you asked for this, remember?” Vlad declined Aurelia's protests menacingly. “We have all been trained alongside female agents and we have seen them in even more... displayed situations,” he said and blinked again with an exultant smile. “We will leave your clothes in the coffee room, so that, once you are free, you can just go there and dress again to wait for our return...” he smiled. “It's time to go. I see that Mikhail is already ready to visit the whores...” he said, peering at his acolyte whose sexual fever was now quite obvious.
“But we should be fair to her!” Mikhail started again. “Alone in this basement, stocked there, chilled from the lack of heating... she might lose her motivation too early and give up her escape attempts! We should help her somehow not to bring discredit upon her Agency...” he said, almost trembling from excitement. During the whole mission, he had been fantasizing about the proud and beautiful Aurelia. Never, even in his most shameless fantasies, had he imagined he could get his hands on her so directly.
“What do you suggest then?” Vlad asked.
“We should use the timer-roaster. On low setting of course, we're just testing and playing...” the man replied.
“Accepted! After depriving her of any extra-help she might have had we can be such gentlemen!” Vlad nodded wildly and Mikhail ran out of the cell.
“What’s that, now? You are not seriously planning to roast me alive? Do not do anything your government could regret. The CIA is not used to leaving its agents molested without vengeance,” she threatened, sensing that the situation was now on the verge of switching to a horror story.
“Oh, it's a very clever little bit of machinery. Let's call it a programmable hot-plate. We can set up times for heating and cooling, the duration of these periods, and of course, the temperature. But you don't need to worry; it will just help you to do your very best while fighting against the stocks. We won’t let it do any permanent harm,” Vlad grinned.
Mikhail returned with two black plates, about 50 centimetres in diameter. Mikhail squatted behind the girl and slid the device under her left toes. The surface of the plate was ice-cold as it was made of metal and had been stored in a nearby room. Mikhail pushed a button and the plate shook as it anchored into the cement floor. He then placed the second plate under her right foot in the same way.
Aurelia curled her feet away from the cold touch of the plate while contorting her head to try and see her feet. In her cruelly arched position, this was impossible though and she could not see what the Ukrainian was doing. She could just feel the coldness radiating from the device. “Mikhail! Don’t do that! Not so close! You are going to roast my soles!” she ordered in the firmest tone she could muster.
“No, no... hahaha!” Vlad replied. He was having the greatest fun of his life. “We won't let this precious thing hurt you too much, I promise you won't suffer any permanent damage! Tonight it's more a toy than a real torture instrument” he said while opening a small console on the side of the plate. He started to type something into the computerized control panel. “There will be times when the heat will be... quite uncomfortable. Luckily you have the freedom to bend your pretty feet back and avoid touching the surface, though some radiated heat will cause you some discomfort even then!” He finished the programming and stepped back.
“The first wave of heat will arrive around the end of the first hour...” Vlad said. “You should be free since a long time, if your gloating is true. So we even give you some indication of how much time has passed. Have a nice escaping time, we really need to leave 'cause Mikhail won't be able to keep his rod longer in his trousers!” Vlad laughed and headed towards the door.
“This is completely crazy!” Aurelia protested frantically as she saw the men withdrawing for real. Up to now she had believed to a bad joke. “You can’t leave me here like this! I will make a report! Let me go now or I promise you that you will all be in deep shit before tomorrow evening!”
Vlad halted and turned his head back. “Three of us plus the bartender have heard that this whole test was your idea, my precious colleague! By the way, the security camera has recorded that you willingly put yourself into the stocks” he said, pointing at a tiny camera fixed in a corner of the room. “You asked for it, so please cease your childish threats and focus on our game. See you upstairs!” he blinked at the girl again and all men left the room, taking her clothes and purse with them, only leaving her cell phone in the room.
Aurelia pulled frantically on her muscular limbs while screaming and cursing to the top of her lungs as they closed the door. She kept screaming insults, threats and begins for several minutes, her noise echoing through the concrete room. Suddenly, she heard the door opening and paces walking in. She smiled and ceased screaming. This was just a joke, finally. Those Ukrainians had really a strange sense of humour.
But her wide smile quickly melted down to a mask of fear and anger as she saw Mikhail approaching from her face, holding a big, black, rubber ball gag. “Don’t make so much noise. You might attract unwanted attention. You don’t want our colleagues to find you here tomorrow when they arrive to work, do you?” the mountain of muscles said, swinging the gag by its steel, articulated strap above Aurelia’s face. “This should keep you quiet.”
With these words, and despite Aurelia’s protests, he pushed the ball hard against the girl’s lips, crushing them against her teeth until she was forced to open her mouth. He pushed harder, spreading her mouth wide. The ball tightened a little bit and suddenly popped past her teeth and into her mouth. The ball was so large that Aurelia could not have pushed it out without the help of her hands. For good measure, the giant tightened the steel strap behind her neck and locked it with a tiny padlock.
“I’m sorry. I had no time to look for a woman’s gag. I’m afraid this one is a bit too large. But after all, you have so wide a mouth it shouldn’t be a problem!” he said, before exploding in a burst of laugh at his own joke. “I’ll keep the key to your gag, to be sure you don’t say anything you might regret before we discuss things tomorrow.”
Aurelia was glaring at him over the huge black gag that was stretching her jaws so wide apart.
“Now, my dear, be quiet and call us soon!” he added. He made a move to leave and then stopped short. He looked towards the door, then around him, with a culprit look on her face. He then quickly bent over the trapped girl, grabbed her breasts in his huge paws and fondled them harshly through the bra while licking Aurelia’s skin all the way from her cleavage to her right eye, leaving a long smear of Vodka-imbued saliva. With a greedy blink at the poor girl, he hastily left the room and closed the door behind him.
Aurelia tried to protest and call him back, but the gag was very effective in muffling her voice and removing her ability to express herself. All she could utter were low wet grunts and humming. Mikhail’s last deeds had convinced her that the Ukrainians really intended to leave her here the whole night. Already, after maybe 15 minutes of being in the stocks, her spine was screaming to be unbent and knees and ankles sore from supporting most of her weight.
She twisted her heads several times, trying to assess her situation, to find a weak point in the evil device. All the keyholes where located on the other side of the panel, hopelessly out of reach of even the most long-fingered pianist. Her long, strengthened nails were of no use this time. Even with one of the tools hidden in her clothes she would have had no way of picking these locks in her current position. If at least her legs had been free, she could have used her incredibly agile and skilled toes to try something, but secured as they were, they were completely helpless.
From frustration, she bucked in the stocks, making them tremble. But they were deeply set in the floor and there was no way she could pull them out. At least not with her legs trapped in it too. The bastards really knew what they were doing when they had locked her.
After a few more bucks and thrashing, she had to admit she was trapped inescapably. She was in for the long night, and probably for the whole morning as well as she doubted the already drunk agents would wake up early after their night of feasting and sex. For her, the night promised to be a very long one. Already her jaws were on the verge of dislocation. Her spine seemed about to break. In spite of the coldness, her body was glistening with sweat as she fought her restraints and the pain. She clenched her eyes and her fists, letting out a long moan of pain and frustration. Why had she allowed them to go that far?
Suddenly, a click sounded close to her ears. At first she wondered what it was but soon she felt the heat against her toes, which she was resting on the electronically-controlled plate, reminded her of the device. The heat quickly climbed to an unbearable level and she had to curl her feet and toes up in the air to prevent her feet from being roasted. Even then, the heat was almost too high to bear. She curled and twisted her feet in all directions in order to present a different piece of skin to the red-hot roasters every few seconds. The temperature in the room quickly increased as well and she began to sweat even more than before.
Maybe ten minutes later the first cramps began to grip her feet. She screamed in her gag. She HAD to rest her feet! She would not be able to keep them curled like that for much longer. Now she understood what Vlad had been meaning when he told her that the plate would keep motivated. Strict as it was, her position caused a pain that, with time, would begin to fade as the nerves would fall asleep from lack of sufficient blood supply. In contrary, the pain caused by the heaters would just keep getting worse as it stroke already blistered skin.
Aurelia entered a new wave of frantic action, contorting madly, pulling and pushing on her trapped limbs, closing and spreading her thighs, shaking her head, clenching and unclenching her fists. All these efforts did not produce any more effect than before. She just increased the level of chaffing of the skin that was in contact with the rusty steel of the evil machine.
Just as she was about to drop her feet on the sizzling plates, a new click warned her that the first cycle had arrived to its end. She bit hard on her gag and forced her cramped feet to stay in the air a few more minutes, until the plate was tepid enough to let her rest her sore toes. The plate cooled down at a very slow pace so that when Aurelia could not keep her feet in the air any longer, her feet touched the still hot metal. Her toes and insteps were sore red, her skin was sweating profusely, the sweat evaporating in the searing heat seconds after they were excreted. A few small blisters appeared where her skin was thinnest; where her toes joined the feet, around the tiny curves. Her nail-beds also suffered first degree burns right under her toenails. Nothing permanent or severe damaged had been caused but her feet looked like roasted chickens. They were red and sore and the high the temperature had also wrinkled her generally smooth skin. She screamed into her gag when the soft pads of her toes finally touched the cooling plate. She felt new, small blisters bursting; the surface of the skin roasted while melted body fat and other tissue liquids formed new blisters around that area. Finally the heat cooled to a bearable level but her wounds, however light, continually radiated pain. Mikhail's idea turned to be a real nightmare.
The night passed slowly. In the artificial light, Aurelia had no way to see the time passing. Only the roasters cycles told her that seconds were actually elapsing, but as the periods were obviously random, they were of no use to help her measure the time. She was more and more exhausted. Her skin was dripping with sweat. She was panting. All her muscles were constantly knotted with painful cramps. More blisters had erupted on her toes and soles. She wondered how many days it would take before she could be able to wear shoes again.
She was hovering in a haze of pain when she finally heard footsteps approaching. She lifted her head, trying to see above the upper stocks panel and who would open the door. But, as she knew all too well, this was impossible. She could only see the half of the room that was on her side of the stocks. The footsteps approached. They were silent steps, almost inaudible. Whoever was entering into the cell was a skilled sneaker, although he sometimes lost his pacing and his soles squeaked on the floor. He was an alcoholised but well-trained sneaker.
Aurelia grunted through her painful gag, contorting her neck to see who was coming in. She felt so exhausted. Her feet were covered with blisters and seemed glowing red and radiating internal heat. She was hoping that her tormentors had come back and were going to free her. She felt like she could not bear this treatment one minute more. The girl felt fingers running along the curve of her belly, tickling her sweat covered flat abdomen.
“How did you enjoy your stay, here?” Vlad's voice said. “We had a great time up there, we snuffed another three bottles and spread our seeds into two whores each. It was a long night and despite our superior training we got tired. You seem quite exhausted too, did you have a fun night too?”
Unable to answer because of the gag, which the man had obviously forgotten and which he could not see, bent as he was on her gasping belly, she grunted some more and tried to mumble something. But the ball was so large that it pressed her tongue down, stretched her lips thin and prevented any coherent speaking.
Puzzled, Vlad straightened up and looked at her face. At the sight of the huge ball that was defacing Aurelia’s features, he grinned. “Oh, I see. For the gag too you wanted to tackle more than you can cope with!”
Aurelia glared at him and shook her head, trying to communicate how sore her jaws felt. Vlad smiled in response and bent over her. He fumbled under her hair for the gag strap buckle. “Oh, but it is padlocked?” he said, a cruel smile on her face.
Aurelia felt her heart sinking.
“A chance that Mikhail gave me the key before getting too drunk!” Vlad finally said, pulling the small key from his pocket. He unlocked the buckle but then he had to pull with all his strength as the ball would not come out. Eventually, it popped out and Aurelia produced a loud moan of mixed pain and relief. For about one minute she was unable to close her jaws.
“So, how was your night, Beauty?” he asked again, his fingers toying with her belly button.
“Awful!” Aurelia managed to say. “And the trick with the heater was way beyond the top! Look at my feet! I shall hardly be able to walk any more! You’ll pay for that! Now, let me go! This game has been too long by far!” Aurelia was furious and looked angrily at Vlad.
“I have been waiting for your call all night long but in vain. It almost spoiled my pleasure! You disappointed me, Agent Aurelia! I thought you Americans weren't hectoring but it seems I have to change my opinion. You have lost. You were weak. You were incapable and as I smell you also roasted your own feet. Do you belong to those perverts who're into self-cannibalism?”
“Stop joking now! You can’t imagine how painful this position is! Free me immediately or I can assure you that my embassy is going to break you like dry twigs!” answered the furious American.
“Why should I release you? You look so good in this place! Have I told you earlier how much I love curved, stretched, sweating female bellies? That's some kind of fetish for me...”
“You fucking bastard! I don’t pay a penny about your devious, nerdy fetishes! LET… ME… GO! Right now!” she barked while contorting weakly her cruelly arched body.
“Come on! We're still playing! Because you lost the challenge you should offer something as a reward. Or maybe I should take whatever I want!” Vlad said and peeked at Aurelia's face above the upper panel of the stocks. “What about I take a few pictures? Just for my personal use of course, as you're such a secret, undercover agent I know how important it is to keep hidden your real identity... but a few well-done pictures on a “B” bondage site doesn't mean you would lose anything... They would never show your face. Well, not those I would upload on the site. As for me, I would keep a few nice pictures, just to make sure you don’t get too virulent about this affair when we release you. You don’t want to become the Internet queen of bondage, do you?” he laughed and smiled.
Aurelia roared like a trapped panther and her muscles bulged fiercely as she contorted in the stocks. “You bastard! Stop this game immediately!” Aurelia went even more frantic and furious as Vlad pulled out his cell phone, equipped with a tiny camera. She swore and insulted him like never she had. Her fury was such that Vlad felt his assurance melting.
Suddenly there was a click. Aurelia’s face got pale and a mask of terror replaced her angry figure. The heating plates had just switched on again. Aurelia tried to lift her feet but her Achille’s tendons were much to weak and cramped by now. The pads of her feet barely left the quickly heating surface while her toes remained firmly stuck to it. Aurelia was beginning to panic. Even the still low heat was enough to make her feel as if her roasted feet were in the middle of a fire inferno.
“Ok! Ok!” she said hastily, her eyes wide open and panicked. “Take your pictures. But don’t take my face. And then set me free. But please, PLEASE! Switch those plates off!!!!!”
Vlad grinned contentedly but he did not switch off the plate. A bucket filled with stale water was standing nearby; he took it and poured some water onto the girl's tortured feet and the heating plate. The water was hissing loudly as it splashed over the plate, clouds of dense steam rose in the air. “This might give you some more time, I really want these photos to look realistic and showing some true pain and desperation...” he said and he started to take photos. Actually, he took hundreds of them. Being stocked in a highly unnatural position, after a long night of pain and suffering, immobilized and feeling the hellish heat under her already burnt feet, Aurelia had no chance to check whether Vlad really focused on her body and ignored her head and face. She had doubts about it, but there were nothing she could do. The mobile took photo after photo of the girl's body, from all possible angles.
The water soon evaporated and the heating of the plate went on non stop so Vlad - being a true gentleman - poured again some water on the plate, giving Aurelia some relief while leaving the threat alive. Another bunch of photos was taken until Vlad finally got bored of it.
“Seems we're done. Now I'm switching off the plates... ouccchhh... they're fucking hot! God... what have you done to your feet, dear? They're almost unbearably hot too...” he laughed while he shut off the device and even pulled them from under the girl's feet. “Oh shit... you'll definitely need some days or weeks in a good hospital without jogging around, but hey, at first sight, no really severe damage occurred, only some pinkie reddening.”
“Now, let me out! And I promise you will hear about this affair from your superiors. You will regret all your life what you have done in this cave....” threatened Aurelia.
“Agent Aurelia! You forgot our little agreement. You shouldn't tell anything about all of this happening to your superiors. First of all, I can prove it was your idea and you did all this willingly. Secondly; I have lots of photos of your shapely, tied body in my phone, ready to be spread over the internet. In your position I would remain silent and stop this kind of behaviour. So, what do you say?”
Aurelia was fuming but she was also all too much conscious that he was right. She was completely stuck and the mercy of these photos. She would have to try and recover them quickly. “Alright. You have won... Let me go now...” she answered while pretending a defeated face.
“Nice. I'm leaving now and sending down the guys to release you. I've enjoyed your stay in our beautiful country. I hope you've felt the same. See you soon back; but never forget about how the old guys of KGB deal with things...” Vlad said before leaving the room.
Moments later, Mikhail came down, holding the key to the stocks. “I’ve got here to free you. But first, I want to keep a souvenir of our... collaboration” he said in a hesitant voice. He slid his hand under Aurelia’s black thong and pulled hard, tearing it from the hips of the prisoner. He pressed it to her nose, sniffing the strong feminine scent it was imbedded with and then rolled it in a ball and shoved it in his pocket.
Unable to hide her well-trimmed pussy, Aurelia went berserk and poured insults on the Ukrainian spy. Seeing how furious she was, Mikhail, in his drunk state, preferred not take any chance with her. He unlocked Aurelia’s left wrist and dropped the key in her palm. “Your clothes and purse are upstairs. I bet that with the key you can free yourself now. See you!” he said while hurrying towards the door.
But even with the key it had proved not so easy to get free. She had to fumble with the key until she could find the key holes to her neck and right arm, and only then could she get some relief. She was so exhausted and wracked with pain that she could hardly move. But anger was fueling her. She scrambled on her knees to the coffee room. By chance she met nobody. She hastily put back on her clothes, except her panties. She also found that her shoes had disappeared. She could not have worn them anyway. Thus, it was barefoot that she drove back to her hotel. She had been longing to recover the compromising pictures but she was also realising that in her state, she stood no chance.
In the afternoon, when she checked her mail, she received one from Vlad containing all the pictures he had taken. Many of them showed her face and she was perfectly recognizable. He had also posted many faceless pictures on various porn sites. The connection with the pictures showing her face would be easy to do if he ever decided to publish them. Aurelia left Ukraine the next morning to never come back. Never did she hear of Vlad either. He had kept her secret well. Anyway, that experience had always remained as a cruel thorn in her flank since then.
Chapter XI - In the stables of the Painbringer Arena
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Aurelia became discouraged when she realised she was locked in the same device. Her chances for an easy escape decreased dramatically. Still feeling dizzy she turned her attention to the other three girls locked in the room and facing her. All three of them were awake; Aurelia was the only one who had just come back from artificial sleep.
The other three slaves were all belonging to class two. Two of them were white, blonde girls and the third one a brown-haired, black woman. To Aurelia’s right, a surprisingly young, 18 or 19-year-old, long-haired girl was stocked. She was not a beauty, more of an average girl. She was clearly terrified, shaking in the stocks, her fingers were fluttering, the dim lights were dancing on her shiny French manicured nails. Her eyes were big and filled with fear, her makeup was ruined, and tears smeared her eye shadow so that she looked like a gothic girl. She also had bruises on her cheeks and around the corner of her mouth. The girl had obviously been beaten severely during the last few days. She also wore a strange tattoo above her left eye: her owner’s brand was a sketchy axe.
The black girl was facing Aurelia. She was much bigger and thicker than the other slaves. She had fat lips and a big, wide nose, although her skin wasn't as dark as true Africans. She looked like thousands of Afro-Americans living far from the land of their ancestors. The black girl was more battered than the skinny blonde. She had several teeth missing, both her cheeks were branded in the middle with two horrible scars forming the words 'cunt' and 'slut', defacing her. She wore uncountable rings embedded into her flesh. About ten rings were pierced through her lips, another dozen was hanging from her cheeks, around the ugly letters, she had no eyebrows but rows of small, shiny rings instead. Even her eyelids were ringed, carrying two rings each. The upper eyelid rings were stitched to rings of her eyebrows so that her eyes were forced to stay open. The septum of her nose was pierced by a long, thick steel rod, which protruded by 10 centimetres on each side. The rod sported a large ring at each end. It was somehow locked to her nose in the middle to prevent any sliding. It looked quite heavy and prone to swing at the least movement of her head. The brand next to her slavery sign was a figure of a staked body. She had very long, callused fingernails, and to Aurelia's true terror, the ring and index fingers of both hands were standing upwards at a completely unnatural angle, as if the fingers had been broken and the bones forced to heal in that ugly way. Her hands were hanging motionless like parched bunches of grapes. The black girl was drooling, her forever-open eyes were gazing fixedly at the dirty floor. The lower stock holes offered glimpses at her breasts. Those were unnaturally big, a if they had been stuffed with something to make them grotesquely humongous. Her nipples were connected by a heavy, thick chain. A one-metre-long steel rod was pierced through the middle of the flesh of her breasts. Forks embedded on each side of her breasts prevented the spike to slide. Like the nose rod, this one too had large rings dangling from its ends.
To Aurelia's left another young Blondie was stocked. She had the prettiest face of her three 'roommates'. That girl was much alive, her dark eyes were scanning the room continuously, and although she was obviously terrified, she was making repeated attempts at pulling her head or wrists out of the stocks. Her long-nailed fingers clenched and unclenched; her hands were rotating as she tried everything. The slab was set deep in the floor and despite her vigorous shaking, the stocks remained in place without the slightest movement. Her efforts were clearly hopeless but she seemed very determined. She had the figure of a gallows pole carefully tattooed on her forehead. She also wore rings on her face: two for both lips. Layers of dried cum covered the area around her mouth and chin. Otherwise she looked unharmed. She was the one who realized Aurelia was awakening.
“Huh... hello...” she stopped with the futile movements and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. “I'd say welcome... but... forget it...” she said in low voice. “It seems our circle is complete.”
Aurelia shook the cobwebs from her mind and looked at the girl. Her first reaction was one of disgust at the sight of the dried cum covering her face but she had to admit that her own state was probably looking even more dreadful with its load of glistening rings.
“Hello!” she answered. “What’s your name?” The rings set in her tongue and lips prevented her from speaking with her usual ease. She could not help from spitting and drooling as she spoke and she had a definite problem of pronunciation. This angered her.
“My name is Joyce... I arrived here in Hell about two weeks ago. In front of me, this is Annette, seemingly the youngest participant. She is new to this fucking place... Ashagen... The poor Black woman is called Ayala. Actually that's all I could extract from her. She wasn't interested in talking with us.” the blonde beauty said and broke into a sad, bitter smile. “Who are you?”
“My name is Aurelia and I’m coming from the United States. I am, or rather I was, a dancer. I was kidnapped just as I was going to begin a new job. The man who bought me wants me to compete in races. I believe that’s what we are waiting for here? How long have you been in Ashagen?”
“As I told you I've arrived about two weeks ago, from Australia. I guess it was two weeks, I spent a lot of time in dark basements, so time means almost nothing to me. I was a teacher in a private school. One of my student's father... that bastard... fell in love with me, at least that was what he said. So he had me kidnapped and taken here... now I'm his sex slave... I was his sex slave. He got bored of me, he said. He made me enter a race in the arena a couple of days ago... my God...” the girl burst into tears.
The look of fear on Joyce’s face was so horrible that Aurelia felt her heart contracting. “Was it that terrible? Did you win or lose?” she asked, eager to learn more about these races.
“They... (sobbing)... made me to crawl on my knees through waist-high excrement... sob... I feel that awful stench all the time... sob... I cannot eat since that race... sob... I dived several times into that thing, unseen holes were hidden under the shit... I outran the other girl and won... but she was the loser and they made her drink one gallon of the track's material... “ the blonde beauty cried softly. Her courage seemed to fade away but soon she regained her strength of will. “I must get out of here!”
“Did you run against one of the girls here? Or are there other racers waiting in other cells?”
“There are several cells in this building. The perverted people here are watching more than one race almost everyday... The bastard who owns me loved to rape me while he was watching these races on TV... horrible things happen out there, in the arena... I saw races where around twelve women were forced to run...” Joyce replied.
“Do you know what the next race will consist of?”
“No, how could I know? The keepers of this place will come and tell us everything but I won't wait till then! I have to find a way...” she whispered and anger filled her beautiful eyes.
“How are you going to escape? These stocks look totally inescapable…”
“I don't know... I'm chained or tied all the time or surrounded by these fucking perverts. But I must escape, at whatever cost! I’d rather die in the desert, starved or dehydrated than spend another day in this place!” Joyce hissed. She fell on the stocks again, shook the slab and yanked on her wrists, without success.
Aurelia considered the poor girl. Her efforts to break free had her panting and covered with sweat. In one sense, it was a good thing. If ever Aurelia had to compete against her, she would already be exhausted. But Aurelia admired too her pugnacity and her determination to escape. Joyce might prove helpful at some point, if an occasion to escape presented itself. She would then be more helpful in good shape rather than tired.
“Joyce, listen carefully to me!” advises Aurelia. “Maybe an opportunity to escape will happen. But you must be ready for it. Do not waste your energy fighting this device. It’s pretty hopeless. At least not as you are doing it. Try to build up your energy and wait for the right occasion.”
Joyce looked at Aurelia and slowly nodded. “You're right... but you have never taken part in a race like this before... I'm not sure whether I can bear another one...” Joyce replied. However, she kept her cool and sighed.
“Please... someone must help me...” the skinny Blonde cried. She turned to Aurelia. “Please... you look so collected, can't you help me? I don't want to race! I don't want to be hurt, I want to go back home!” Annette cried as she gazed at the agent with her big, sad eyes.
Aurelia opened her hands in a helpless sign. “I’m sorry, Annette. I can’t do anything. This will be my first race as well and I am as scared as you are. I’m just trying not to show it. Tell me, how did you arrive here?”
“I entered the university, the first semester. I went out, for the coming-out event. I got drunk... and I awoke in a truck... I was raped and tortured and... Mom, help me...” Annette lost control and burst into hysterical cries.
“Poor Annette. I understand your plight. I’ve gone through the same treatment. And did you see how they have arranged me? You can’t see it, but my whole body is pierced in the same way. I can no longer speak normally!”
Aurelia then turned to the black woman, whom Joyce had introduced as Alaya. “Alaya? Can you hear me? How did you arrive here? What kind of races have you been through?”
The black slave proved to be totally senseless, but after the third attempt she slightly raised her head. Utter emptiness radiated from her bloodshot eyes. Her lips quivered, a thick gob of saliva fell down pulling a long tendril behind it. That was her only reaction.
Aurelia was deeply shocked by what was going on. The black slave's state was particularly scary. And what was scaring her even more was that her own state was not different from those three girls. Actually, her multiple piercings placed her closer to the black prisoner than to the blonde girls. She shivered at how fast-paced had been her descent into Ashagen’s bowels. She had landed in a place which most slaves only reached after at least a few weeks of slavery. And seeing how dangerous these races were, she doubted she would survive for too long if she did not find a way to get out of the arena at the earliest opportunity.
“Our little slaves are chitchatting... your pure comfort feels warm to my heart!” a female shrilly yell could be heard. All the girls stopped talking or crying at once and a silence of death took over the room. Rhythmical ticks followed and two figures appeared between Aurelia and Joyce.
One of them was a bare-chested, robust man with bodybuilder’s muscles. He was huge, his skin was covered with sweat and the muscles were bulging under his skin as if he had just left the gym after a long and exhausting training. He wore shorts and a rubber mask over his face. Only his flashing grey eyes were visible. He held a black-leather whip in his hands, as if he was an actor in a B-category BDSM movie.
The other figure was a thin woman about twenty-five year old. She wore a red latex top that let her shapely breasts swinging freely. Her crotch was covered by a black latex accessory with a wide slit over her pussy. However, her sex remained hidden behind a huge, long and extremely thick, scraggy, flesh-colour strap-on dildo pointing upwards at a 45-degree angle. Fishnet stockings and very high-heeled whorish platform shoes completed her apparel. Just as the man, she was the archetype of the dominant characters from a cheap bondage movie. The woman had a pretty face; her blonde hair and voluptuous lips lent her the appearance of a real slut.
The man stopped between Aurelia's and Joyce's stocks and leaned against the spy's slab. The woman walked into the circle and smiled widely, her teeth flashing in the harsh light.
“Slaves! I'm Kelly and I'm the overseer of Painbringer Stables section one. I take care of slaves registered in the races. I oversee you, feed you, train you and make you ready for the competition. I ensure the equality of all participants, watch over your comfort and execute your direct preparations. I'm your God here, and require such respect. Some of you already know me, others do not. Well, we’ll fix that flaw immediately” she said in her high-pitched voice and slowly turned around until she faced Joyce.
“How nice to see you again, Joyce-baby! I will never forget how you heaved and puked for ten minutes after your last victory!” she said as she grabbed Joyce's chin. She forced her fingers into the former teacher's mouth and spread out her lips, examining her teeth. “I see your mouth has been washed precisely: no sign of excrement but some wasted sperm...” she giggled and slapped hard Joyce's cheek. “You're so fucking pretty, I wonder how long your beauty will last...” Kelly hissed and walked to Ayala.
The black girl began to tremble, and her face finally showed some emotion: Pure fear. Kelly smiled widely and carefully tickled Ayala's throat with her extremely long, shiny, unpainted fingernails. “Yala-luv! Always a pleasure seeing good old friends around. How have you been? Are you missing your cunt-lips? Does the spot of your lost clit still hurt?” Kelly threaded one finger through three of Ayala's wide lip-rings and playfully tugged on the black girl's fat lower lip. “Did I tell you already that per my experience niggers die faster in Ashagen? Do you consider yourself as lucky?” she asked but the horribly tortured woman only whined and her bloodshot eyes were rolling wildly. Kelly reached up into her nostril and extracted a gob of fag with her long nail. She cleaned her nail on Ayala's lower lip and burst into laughs. “Not too funny mocking brain-dead meat, don't you think, Zek?” Kelly asked and the huge man replied with a grunt.
When Kelly stepped in front of Annette, the girl was already trembling and tears were flowing from her eyes. Kelly stood facing the girl in total silence for several seconds. Annette was getting more and more terrified, uncertainty made her lose control. Suddenly her pitiful sobs burst into almost hysterical whining, as if she was being hurt, although Kelly had not even touched her. Suddenly, a shrilly yell made her stop her agonizing whining.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DISGUSTING, ASSLICKER CUNT!” Kelly yelled as she slapped the girl's face three times, THACK, THACK, THACK! Annette remained silent, gasping for air in terror, her face turned red. “Listen, slut... I will gut you and make you feed on your own intestines if ever again you show any emotions without my permission! Understood?” Kelly asked in a low voice, and Annette wildly nodded, chaffing her neck against the stocks.
Kelly eventually moved to Aurelia and stared at the beauty's face for several seconds.
Aurelia returned the look with calm, steel-cold eyes. She did not move, did not speak. She just looked at Kelly, assessing her strength and her skills from the way she held herself and the pattern her muscles formed. The woman seemed quite tough. Her body was slender and her muscles were stringy, she must had been actively involved in sports. Her eyes were chilly cold but sadistic lust was burning deep inside. She seemed dangerous although Aurelia suspected she wasn't too intelligent. The woman perplexed for a second, she didn't expect such toughness from any of the slaves, but she regained her pride quite fast and decided to reposition herself using the only way she knew. She wanted to humiliate the confident looking slave.
Kelly caressed Aurelia's face, running her sharp fingernails over Aurelia's nose, along her cheeks, tickled her chin. “Astonishing... you're said to be the greatest talent lately, so if that's true we will meet several times before you superannuate from the Painbringer Arena” she said and smiled widely. “Lick the hand of your Goddess, lick the hand that will feed you!” Kelly commanded, holding her palm against Aurelia's lips.
Because of the large ring set in her tongue, Aurelia could never wholly keep it inside her mouth. At least not in a comfortable way. So she kept its tip and its ring just passed her ringed lips, slurping the excess saliva from time to time. Obediently, Aurelia opened her mouth and fully stuck out her tongue. She began to lick Kelly’s hand as well as the ring would allow her. Kelly giggled as the girl's wet tongue and the metal ring tickled the sensitive nerves of her palm. She let Aurelia lick her palm and fingers until they were coated under a thin layer of saliva. When Kelly was satisfied with the result, she grabbed the plastic cock and rubbed her palm against it until it was shiny with Aurelia’s saliva.
“Open wide! It's time to show how much you respect your Goddess' wishes. And I wish you to swallow this fine piece of rubber, until it's bathing in your stomach's acids.” Kelly said while grasping Aurelia's ears and pushing her crotch forwards until the tip of the inhumane thick dildo passed the girl's lips.
She felt the hard plastic rod crushing her lips and stopping against her teeth, which her ringed tongue prevented from closing entirely. The dildo was soon putting so much pressure against her front teeth that she was forced to open her mouth wider. The strap-on immediately rushed inside until it banged against the back of her palate. Aurelia’s eyes could not believe what she was seeing: even now with the huge artificial penis filling her mouth, almost half of it was still waiting in front of her stretched lips! She retched and coughed, trying to accommodate the largest object she had ever got in her delicate mouth, fearing that her front teeth would be broken by the massive intruder.
From Kelly's point of view the sight was almost unbelievable. She was wearing her dildo for many hours almost every day and had got used to its length; a length that would have put to shame the most brawny-cocked porn actors. Combined with its impossible thickness, the dildo Kelly was carrying had soon become the most feared sight for every slave in the arena’s stables.
Kelly was holding Aurelia's nape, pushing the girl's head with all her strength against her crotch. Her fingers were locked in her prey’s hair and she began to twist and shake and pull the trapped head while she pushed her hips forward. With every thrust, she won a few millimetres, stretching the delicate throat tissue, widening the pipe, forcing the superhuman thing deeper and deeper. The poor agent was making gurgling sounds, helpless to do anything to stop or ease the dildo’s progress. Sharp pain exploded in her throat whenever a ligament or a muscle was torn to allow the throat to widen some more. Her eyes were bulging out. Her air supply was cut off and she was living on her reserves now. Her flaring nostrils were vainly trying to suck in more air.
Kelly was progressively aligning her victim’s throat with her mouth and the strap-on. Finally, with a last, powerful hump, she shoved her organ up to the hilt into Aurelia’s face. The poor girl felt a tearing pain in the side of her face as her jaw bones were dislodged from their sockets.
Kelly was looking downwards, seeing that the red haired beauty's lips were against the very base of the dildo, where the balls would have been if Kelly’s had been a real cock. Aurelia’s lips were forced into so wide a ring that Kelly doubted any tissue was still intact, not to mention the slave's jaws. Kelly felt such a wicked sexual excitement that her cunt behind the dildo was getting wet and her thighs and rivulets of juices were flowing down to her ankles.
Aurelia's eyes were wide open, bulging out from their sockets, her nostrils opened and closed frantically, pumping savagely as the slave tried to suck air in through them. Some smaller blood vessels had broken and tiny blood streams coloured in red the white of Aurelia's eyes. Droplets of saliva dripped from her chin but the dildo was so thick that it cut not only her air supply but also the emission of saliva.
Kelly reached down with one hand and held her palm against Aurelia's throat, holding the slave's head harder with her other hand. What she felt made Kelly moan and she began to squirt uncontrollably. More pussy juices flowed down her legs. The extreme dildo filled Aurelia's throat totally, stretching the flexible tube of her oesophagus doubling its normal diameter. She could feel the hardness of the plastic and even the crinkles on the surface of her favourite dildo through the girl's neck. Kelly screamed and trembled from sadistic lust, as Aurelia was fighting to reopen her air supply and against the hellish pain she was forced to endure.
The horrible oral rape continued for two interminable minutes. Aurelia’s lungs were on fire as was her throat and her whole mouth. She was fighting with all her body, bucking into the stocks, bracing on her strong legs, clenching her fists. She was fighting for her very life. As she kicked and thrashed savagely, the large rings set in her nipples kept jingling against the metal stocks. Her vision was gradually darkening and narrowing. She felt light-headed as the prolonged lack of oxygen began to affect her brain. She realised she was about to die miserably in those stables, far from the world she knew, in the hands of a crazy, sadistic slave keeper.
Finally Kelly let Aurelia's head free and with a powerful tug she yanked out the dildo from the girl's oesophagus, throat and mouth. The slurping wet sounds that followed would have turned anybody's stomach. As the dildo left the tortured oral cavity, it brought and incredible amount of scummy saliva with it, as Aurelia puked an almost fist-sized gob of whitish liquid. Zek was there holding a glass mug under the girl's chin and the unbelievably huge saliva ball fell directly into it. Thick tendrils of saliva connected Aurelia's lips, teeth and tongue to the shaking dildo, she coughed and heaved again and again, erupting more waves of disgusting liquids from the depths of her throat and stomach. Her lower jaw was hanging at a strange angle. She was unable to close the dislocated bone, which was sending fresh agony whenever it swung.
Aurelia was panting hard and fast, filling her aching lungs with the smelly air of the stable. She could not seem to get enough. In the midst of her haze of pain, she wondered if her jaw bone was broken or merely dislocated, whether she would ever be able to chew or even eat again. Her throat did not seem to regain its natural shape, leaving a very strange and painful feeling of openness, as if her oral cavity had just been transformed into a huge, living funnel.
When the extreme heaving and vomiting finally stopped and the mug was half full of the scummy material, Kelly smiled victoriously, putting her hands on her hips. “Oh fucking God! That was one of the most wonderful throat-jobs I've ever seen! Not even the fattest, fat-lipped and wide-throated nigger cunts could have ever swallowed this dildo totally without having their jaws ruined! You were amazing, slave!” Kelly screamed in delight and suddenly kissed Aurelia's still dripping, bloody lip. “Say something! I want to hear if you can still talk!” she commanded.
Aurelia weakly tried to answer, but her dislocated lower jaw only shook, sending stabs of pain in its joints. A feeble grunt came out of Aurelia’s distended throat. With anguish, she doubted that, even with her jaw in place, she would be able to talk. Kelly rubbed her chin and took the mug from Zek's hand. “She looks fine but her jaw jumped out of its sockets. Would you be so kind and repair it?” she asked. The big man approached the drooling girl. He got a firm grab on Aurelia's upper jaw, with his other hand he held her head in place. He started to move the dislocated jaw, almost carefully, paying much attention to what he was doing. Sharp pain throbbed into Aurelia's brain, the overstretched sinews were radiating harshly as they were forced to move even more. Suddenly the muscular man raised Aurelia's chin and yanked on it. Hoarse, dying scream emerged from Aurelia's throat but her jaw got back to its place, intact and despite the hellish pain ready to operate. Zek stepped back and Kelly handed him the mug.
“Now your bones are in place. This kind of accidents must be treated fast if we don't want you to remain crippled. Can you talk now?”
Aurelia moaned in pain as she tried to answer, but her jaw was indeed working.
“Okay, it's more like a squeak than talk but you will regain your full ability surprisingly soon. I know it. You can bet this was not the first time I stretched a bitch’s throat.” Kelly laughed. She collected another gob of drooling juices from the girl's chin, sloshing it into the mug. “I will come back soon to you, so be ready!” Kelly said and turned to Anet. The poor girl was trembling again in her stocks. After what she had witnessed, she was even more terrified than before.
“Anet! right now we're in the middle of my favourite foreplay called double-swallow fun. That's me, I just love to watch slaves gagging on different things, fluids, cocks or on my favourite dildo. Double-swallow means that you have to swallow twice. First, you swallow the content of the mug.” she pointed to the extremely disgusting wobbling mixture of saliva, stomach acid and blood. “You have to drink it all. No puking allowed. If you vomit, we fill it back until you can hold it down. All of it! It’s that simple. As I see, this might take a long time with you but I hope you will surprise me. I love deep-throated cunts. When all is down I'm going to fuck your face with this...” she caressed the shiny, wet dildo from which saliva tendrils were dripping on the floor. “This is the second swallow you have to perform. At the end you'll puke for sure, but that is not a problem as the other slaves in the circle need the content of your throat too...”
She smiled angelically and took the mug from Zek's hand. “Open wide and start gulping, heavy task but slaves needs to learn how to deal with that.” While Zek was holding the girl's head, forcing it upwards, Kelly forced her fingers under Anet's chin, pushing on the sinews and the unwilling girl's mouth opened like a flower. Kelly started to pour Aurelia's saliva into Anet's mouth. It took only half a second for the poor newcomer to begin to heave. Her neck was forced back and her mouth pointed a bit upwards but she managed to puke so hard that every drop of saliva combined with Anet's stomach content flew back into the mug. Kelly smiled, waited a few seconds before the pouring started again. The second time, more foul liquid was poured in before it all came back, but Kelly and Zek proved to be patient.
The poor Anet vomited six more times. Her face was pale and she was shaking continually. The eighth attempt was almost successful and Anet somehow gulped down the rest of the liquid but finally she dropped out again, producing a strong stream so that Kelly had to be really agile to collect it all in the mug. Finally Zek pinched Anet's nose, held the girl steadily, and Kelly poured down the whole mug into her throat; she didn't stop for a moment.
It was obvious that Anet was going to puke again, but before that Kelly positioned herself in front of the girl and with one, strong thrust she pushed the glistening dildo into her throat blocking the way of the vomit. Utter terror was burning in Anet's eyes, her long legs were kicking behind the stocks, every muscle tightened in her young body. Kelly's dildo cut her air supply as the wicked blonde pushed the enormous dildo deeper, directly into Anet's throat. Almost half of the dildo was still outside and despite her efforts Kelly was unable to push it deeper without tearing vital tissues so she stopped there. After a couple of minutes she finally yanked the dildo out and Anet puked everything out, all the saliva that had been poured into her and added more from her own throat and oesophagus. As Kelly stood back, Anet panted hard before she went limp. She was breathing but had lost consciousness.
“Wow! Only two bitches and the mug is already two-third filled!” she rejoiced over the scummy saliva she was holding in the mug. She turned to Ayala and the battered black girl opened her mouth wide; she was familiar with Kelly's desires. Ayala gulped down every drop of the sticky saliva as if her throat was a drainage gullet. Somehow she had completely lost her ability to heave or puke. During her long stay in Ashagen, the poor girl had endured so many extremities, she had had to eat, swallow, drink, gulp so many foul things that all natural reflexes had been snuffed out from her. She was barely even human.
Kelly thrust her strap-on dildo right down Ayala’s throat with incredible ease. The black girl’s throat had already been so often raped and distended that it did not offer any resistance even to so massive a monster. Kelly’s frustration would have been comical if the ambiance had not been so horrific. Ayala not only did not show any pain reaction, but she did not puke. It looked as if the poor girl was beyond the torturer’s reach.
The slave keeper angrily pulled off her dart and walked fast to a cupboard. She opened it brusquely and quickly picked two items. The one that looked like a chirurgical-steel pipe she threw to her assistant, asking him to keep it for later. The other, which was a kind of wide leather strap, she brought back to Ayala.
“It seems you have become somewhat soft-throated. I promise that his collar will help you get back some firmness” she said, a cruel grin on her face. She opened the neck hole in the stocks and wrapped the piece of leather around Ayala’s neck. The collar was as wide as the girl’s neck, made of thick black leather, featured with four leather straps. She tightened each strap as taut as it would go and locked them with four tiny padlocks. She then relocked the neck hole.
By that time, Ayala’s face showed all signs of suffocation. Since her tormenter had tightened the fourth strap, her wind pipe had been totally constricted, depriving her of fresh air. Her eyes were bulging out, her mouth was gaping wide, her nostrils were flaring as she vainly tried to suck air. She was getting frantic now, shaking her head, banging the back of her skull against the stocks.
Kelly returned to her task of raping the black girl’s throat, breaking a tooth out. She made quick thrusts, pulling her dildo half-way out between them. In spite of the pain this treatment was doubtlessly causing to her constricted throat, Ayala seemed relieved. Each push of the dildo was actually widening her throat pipe, allowing a little air to enter before the dildo came back again. Finally, Alaya’s ruined reflexes came alive for a few seconds while she was puking back all the nasty content right into the mug. As she puked, she was also trying to fill her lungs with fresh air, emitting grotesque gurgling sounds. She was feeling her widened throat slowly taking back the shape her collar was forcing it into. Her air supply was getting restricted again. Her breathing was hissing, her eyes began to bulge again.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” said Kelly at this pitiful sight. “Zek, give me the gag.”
The “gag” looked like a long, shiny, chirurgical-steel pipe with holes pierced all over its surface, with round ends. She forced it down Ayala’s gullet, until its full length had disappeared. Immediately, a hissing breath came back from the black slave's gaping mouth. The pipe was giving her throat its original shape and the holes allowed air to pass to and fro. Kelly left her victim to recover some strength and then yanked out the pipe gag. Ayala’s eyes widened in fear as she felt her throat tightening again. It was not an immediate process though. It nearly three minutes for her breath to narrow to a gurgle, then a hiss, then a cough until it was once again desperately locked.
Kelly was holding the pipe-gag just in front of Ayala’s face and the black girl was desperately stretching her neck and reaching with her fat, pierced lips, trying to grab the cruel tool that would bring back life to her burning lungs.
“You like sucking these things, don’t you, stupid Nigger!” taunted Kelly. Ayala, longing for air, nodded frantically, her mouth gaping wide. Kelly shoved the holed pipe hard into the needy, smelly throat. The black girl gagged and took as deep a breath as the constricting collar and the pipe allowed her, clenching her teeth on the steel tube. “That’s it, Nigger. I suggest you hold it well. I wouldn’t let it slip off if I were you...” mocked Kelly as she turned to her next victim.
She strapped it in place behind her victim’s neck. The latter was again breathing with a hissing noise. The mug was almost full by now, but Kelly wanted to complete the circle and her double-swallow game. Joyce looked at her in disbelief and terror, but anger and hatred were burning too in her eyes when Kelly stood in front of her.
“Come on, Joyce! You did this very lamely, last time and you fainted just as the other Blondie there, but time brings experience. I wonder how much you have developed” she said. Zek was already holding Joyce's head in place. Joyce fought against his hands and she tried to bite Kelly's fingers as the perverted blonde wanted to force her mouth open, so Zek had to step behind the stocks and beat Joyce right in the ribs. While she was panting, Zek grabbed her head again and Kelly poured the full mug of liquid into her mouth, pinching her nose, sometimes forcing her fingers into Joyce throat to actually push the sticky material deeper and deeper. Joyce puked out the whole content twice, and Zek and Kelly were sweating profusely when they finally managed to make Joyce drink it all.
The throat rape was short and brutal. Kelly broke two teeth out of Joyce's mouth as she forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her mouth. When the final puke spurted out from the pretty-faced girl’s mouth, the mug filled totally and loads of saliva spilled over and dripped on the ground. Joyce remained conscious at least, but she looked so utterly exhausted and miserable, that Kelly french kissed her dragging long tendrils of saliva between hers and Joyce's lips when she finally took an upright position.
She headed towards Aurelia again holding the mug completely filled with nasty, foul, smelly, yellowish liquid.
“The circle must be completed. The game is double-swallow and you had only one swallow till now... agreed?”
Aurelia grunted, eying at the foul liquid spilling over the mug, feeling her stomach lifting at the disgusting sight.
“Come on, give more effort! Your words were almost articulated, only a few more times and you will be able to sing again perfectly... but what could be the problem? Got it! Maybe your throat has dried, so you need some water! Let me offer you a full mug of nice... water!” Kelly laughed almost hysterically as Zek grabbed Aurelia's face. “How lucky we are, you're still unable to close your mouth completely... this requires less effort from us...” she said and her eyes were flashing as she raised the mug closer to Aurelia's face, actually holding the glass mug in front of the girl's eyes, so that she could inspect more closely its content...
The stench coming out of the mug was terrible and Aurelia tried to turn her face away from it. But Zek was behind her, half-sitting on the small of her back. He yanked on her hair until the back of her head banged against the stock's upper panel and he held her head in this position by pulling firmly on her soiled auburn mane. Aurelia’s eyes grew wide as she saw the mug approaching her ringed lips, with her ring tongue half-protruding from her teeth. Kelly lifted the mug and poured all its filthy content in one shot into the spy’s gargling mouth. The fetid gooey ran down her throat, coating her tongue and palate in its sticky mantle. She gagged and retched but the foul matter kept flowing down. Just as the last drop had been emptied in her gaping oral cavity, her stomach began to rebel. Aurelia felt her belly knotting and heaving and she began to puke.
Kelly dropped the empty, sticky mug with a highly satisfied facial expression. She had to jump back suddenly when Aurelia began to vomit. It was more a crazed, angry waterfall than a single stomach-emptying reflex because the poor girl puked out the foul liquid like a fountain. Her pretty face was contorted in utter sickness as her mouth was wide open, her spine arched and she poured all her stomach's content in one, extremely strong jet onto the floor under her face. Her super-intense vomiting lasted for a few seconds and when it finally came to an end Kelly's hysterical guffaw was filling the room. Long and thick strands were hanging from Aurelia's mouth, from her fangs, her lips, her nostrils, her chin and even from the tip of her ringed nose. Big gobs of the elastic saliva were springing up and down falling lower and lower until they reached the floor and the strands broke.
“God! That's my favourite part!” Kelly grinned; she was beaming. “I wish I would have another slave here who could lick all this shit up for me!” Kelly giggled and danced into the centre of the slave circle.
Chapter XII – The “Heavy Feet” race
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
“Now my darlings, as we're over with the warming-up, we should look into the depths of the race tomorrow! Unfortunately we don't have a display in this cell so you have to listen very carefully if you don't want to miss anything important. Even you, Nigger, and you, Redhair, and don't forget you, Sleeping Beauty!” she turned to Anet who was just slapped to consciousness by Zek.
“The race you'll participate in is called ‘Plod Through Wolves' Valley’ also known as ‘Heavy Feet Race’. The set up is simple. Your hands are locked behind your back and chained to a heavy iron ball resting on the ground. The balls are about twenty kilos, so nothing exceptional. The main idea is that your feet are decorated with no more than four thin needles. Some of you have already experienced much harder treatments you might say, so nothing to be scared of. But you should. Each foot has twenty-six bones, a bit more joints between them, several sinews and lots of smaller and larger muscles. Simple human anatomy. Your feet are also the instruments of balance, an organ that gives you the ability to walk, run, jump and wiggle your asses. I can say that the foot is the very dainty and the precision tool of motion. A man, who's cherished here for his exceptional talent discovered ways of separating joints, of forcing sinews to bend, of scratching bones so as to inflict maximum pain. You won't lose your ability to walk... ohhh noooo... but every fucking step you make will burn like fire inside your feet and will make you regret you were ever born. However, I'm afraid walking will be quite necessary...” Kelly explained, giggling. Her long-nailed fingers were involuntary jerking her rubber dildo as if it was a real cock.
“One needle will be inserted between the cuboid and navicular bones, two others between the cuneiforms and a last one between the metatarsal-phalangeal joints...” she gave the medical names one after another. “So you will stand there in the hot sand of the Arena, and even standing still will cause inhuman pain. Your wrists will be pulled behind by the balls so walking - and I promise that with that pain in your feet you won't have a chance for running at all - will be difficult.
Watching you working forwards with such pain is an entertainment indeed, but our guests need a bit more fun. So every one of you will hold a very... errr... let's say special piece of meat between your teeth. I say hold because these pieces will be ringed and with a long chain will be attached to your tongues. If the meat falls, your tongue will be yanked by it... quite unpleasant a situation, racing with your tongue pulled down...” she continued her explanation and her wild smile proved how much Kelly was excited even by the image of the race.
“We want to see how steadily you can hold the meat in your mouth so your lips will be chained to your nostrils, ears, and nipples with a total of six chains. Slaves who have the adequate number of rings should feel lucky... The first half of the track is just sand, nothing else. Right in the middle you have to wade through a small pool of melted fat. Unfortunately it won't be too hot, just warm enough to be liquid. Your pierced feet will be covered with the fat so that they might become slippery. There will be a stone obstacle that you have to climb. It has stairs from your arrival side so that you can easily climb it even with slippery feet, but the other side you need to jump as it is totally vertical. Not too high: about one meter but with your pierced feet not to mention the ball... well, we've seen really funny falls in the past!” Kelly laughed again.
“There, the main attraction will be waiting for you... eight hungry, sweet, little doggies... Staffordshire terriers... they never attack humans so you don’t need to worry, this is not the Final Scream Arena. But they simply ADORE licking fat or chew on meat hanging from stretched tongues, if you get the idea...” Kelly was laughing again as she peeked at Anet’s face.
“The last question is: why should you move and strive for winning? It's easy. The file-closer always has to endure my prodding, which I execute with my gas-fuelled torch. I prefer asses but sometimes I also target other body parts... It looks like a flame-thrower but the flame is much thinner and can be aimed much more accurately. Secondly; the loser will be forced to eat every remaining meat that is left after the race. I just love to feed bitches like you, as you've already figured it out. Then she will spend her next 24 hours going from cell to cell to tongue-wash the feet of all other arena slaves. She will not be allowed to leave a cell before a guardian decides its occupant feet are properly clean. As you are all females, you will start with the men’s cells before moving to the women’s. Of course, during this period, you will be properly restrained. The second and the third participants will be forced to drink one mug of the melted fat in which you bathed your feet. They will then be fitted with a choking-collar and pipe-gag set as the one Ayala is currently wearing. The winner of course will be granted to drink the collected sperm of her fans. Being the winner is definitely worth the effort, not to mention your owner's satisfaction!” Kelly finished and looked around smiling. “Any questions?”
Aurelia shivered at the mention of these atrocities. It reminded her the show she had seen on Ashagen TV. Now, she was going to be part of it. She looked at her opponents. Ayala was probably too much of a wreck to be really efficient. She looked very tired. Anet seemed too scared and shy. Joyce was probably going to be the most dangerous. She looked courageous and strong, and mostly untouched. She was too impulsive though. She would probably exhaust herself too early. Maybe even before the race…
Aurelia judged that her prospects of winning was rather good, but the race itself was going to be extremely painful and she wondered in what state she would be in at the end of it.
Kelly nodded to Zek and the hooded man walked around all the prisoners, injecting something into their bloodstream from behind, right into their buttocks. “The race will be tomorrow morning, and we don't want our slaves being tired. Our customers need real entertainment with vivid participants” Kelly said. Aurelia’s vision became blurry within seconds. She tried to force herself to keep her eyes open but the drug made her efforts totally useless. She only had time to see the pipe gag removed from Ayala's throat along with her choking collar before falling unconscious.
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It seemed to her that between her falling unconscious and awakening only a few minutes had passed, but with her well trained senses Aurelia was able to measure the changes of the infiltrating lights. She had been asleep for a nearly a complete day. When Kelly finished her wicked game of double-swallow the time was around 2pm, and Aurelia was now waking up early in the morning: The day of the race. The position of the slaves had been changed. Their legs had been lifted high and their ankles had been put into holes above their wrists. In that position their bottoms were also raised high in the air and for her discomfort she felt that something was inserted into her anus. A dildo that supported most of her weight, so it had to be at the end of a long pole set in the ground. The position was quite painful but luckily, her limber body was easing the stretching. She was surprised how clear her brain was, right after an artificial sleep. But then she caught a glimpse at Zek who went from slave to slave and injected something into their ankles, bringing the women back to consciousness. Kelly was standing in the middle of the circle, smiling brightly. A short man was with her. The man looked familiar and Aurelia soon recognized Torana, the cruel tattooist.
“Good morning, bitches! Your big day has finally come!” Kelly greeted them. “All of you have been injected with some low dose amphetamine. Enough to be aware but not too much as we really don't want you to lose your ability for feeling pain. I have Master Torana here, he will perform your final preparation. Your race will start in one hour so it's time to begin.” she said, nodding to the Asian man.
Torana stepped to Aurelia first and blinked at her. “Nice to see you again, slave. Tyros is my friend and he's really a nice guy, so I strongly hope you will bring him joy today. But the race must be clean so I can't favour you. Prepare for the same treatment as the others” he said in his raspy voice. Torana produced eight shiny, sharp needles, around 10-centimetre long. He got close to the girl's left foot and grabbed her cold instep. Aurelia jumped in her restraints and wiggled her foot helplessly. It was to no avail as her foot was solidly held in the Asian’s steel grip.
“The insertion causes pain but be prepared for a hundred times worse experience when you stand up...” he murmured as he placed a needle against the top of her foot. He started to push and the shiny metal ran into her flesh like a knife into butter. Torana pushed it deeper and deeper, very slowly, changing the angle from time to time. The needle scratched the surface of her bone when he missed the joint but once he had revised the angle, the needle penetrated even deeper.
From the corner of her eyes, Aurelia could see the cruel man’s work on her foot, which was locked above her head on her left. She contorted her neck to get a better view. What she saw was as horrible as the pain she felt. Seeing the needle probing into her flesh, grinding against the nerve-filled surface of her tiny bones was beyond any human comprehension. She screamed to the top of her lungs, producing higher yelps when he pushed the needle deeper. She felt her very bones slightly pushed apart as the steel was forced between them. This caused extreme stress and pain in her feet.
The second needle was inserted through the side of her feet, right above her arch, and the same torturing, slow insertion was executed. Aurelia screamed her lungs out as this new needle seemed to cause even more pain. She arched her body and struggled with all her might, as if she would have been able to break the stocks apart. But her cries, supplications and thrashing had no other effect than to make the steel pillory to creak and her tormentor to grin.
As every foot had different scales and proportions it was impossible even to Torana to insert the needles accurately to the very right spots for the first time, although his knowledge of human anatomy made him quite effective indeed. He considered himself an artist and to him, inserting needles into the part with the most complex conformation in the human body was a creative process.
The third needle was pushed from the exterior side of Aurelia's foot where the toes join the rest of the foot, and Torana drove the needle through tendons and muscles also separating two joints. Aurelia’s shrieks echoed through the cell as the fiery pain did not leave her any relief. Instinctively, she wiggled her toes. This simple movement caused so much agony that she froze her foot immediately. Her mouth was gaping wide and she was panting hard, her eyes bulging out of their sockets, her face contorted in an inhuman figure of terror.
The fourth needle was driven in from the top somewhere in the middle. Every needle was sticking out by no more than a few centimetres, and due to his masterful work only a few dark red blood beads had dripped where the needles had entered the flesh. Aurelia, unappreciative of this achievement, was crying and panting and sweating, vainly trying to find in her training the strength to resist this unbearable pain.
The very same process was repeated on Aurelia's right foot, the four needles were pushed in exactly the same spots and angles. This time, Torana worked even faster as he had learned the proportions of Aurelia's feet. Torana took about ten minutes to complete Aurelia's feet. He knew what he was doing.
In the meantime Kelly and Zek had been busy with Anet and had prepared her face for the race. As the poor girl lacked lip rings they used small, shiny hooks which they threaded through her lips. Two of the hooks were double-ended and those were hooked into the whining girl's nostrils, pulling her lips upwards until her gums were clearly visible. The other hooks were pierced into the corners of her mouth and with thin chains they were stretched over Anet's cheeks leading to her ears where hooks were pierced through her ear-lobs, stretching her mouth sidewards.
Kelly and Zek went then to Ayala and Torana also moved to the crying Anet, to fit her with her feet needles. Finally the sadist couple arrived to Aurelia but as she was already fully ringed, all they had to do was to set the length of the chains so as to stretch the agent's upper lip into all directions. Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears as this process caused fresh pain in her sensitive lips. Her exposed gums and flashing teeth gave her quite ugly a look.
Crying, whining and rough jokes filled the cell as all slaves received the same treatment until all eight feet had been decorated with four needles each, and all four faces were contorted by tense chains.
The second phase of the preparation started. Anet's wrists were released just to be chained together behind her back. Zek lifted her from her anus dildo while Kelly released her neck and ankles and Anet was slowly lowered on the floor. Poignant screams streamed from Anet's mouth as she was made to stand on her feet. The skinny girl was standing there with trembling legs and tear-covered face. Zek had to hold her to prevent her from falling.
Kelly finished her preparation with two more hooks which were pushed into her lower lips and stretched towards Anet's tits where her pink nipples suffered the same treatment. Her small breasts were forced upwards so it took some time for Kelly to adjust the length of the chains until finally Anet was ready.
“Don't dare to fall but stay in place!” Kelly shouted into Anet's face and the terrified girl obeyed although her face and eyes showed clearly how much pain she was suffering. Ayala and Joyce were also removed from their dildos, forced to stand up and Kelly finished the stretching of their lips. Finally they moved to Aurelia. Her wrists were released and the three wicked people forced her arms behind her back where Kelly could lock the cuffs onto her wrists. Zek lifted Aurelia, the dildo slid out of her asshole with a wet sound. Her legs and head were also freed and Aurelia had to endure as Zek actually dropped her onto the ground from a 40 centimetres height.
The pain had receded in her feet since the needles had been shoved in. But as she landed hard on them and they had to carry her entire weight, pain exploded again. The tiny bones wanted to roll and glide against each other to adjust the girl’s equilibrium, but the carefully-placed needles were in their way. They ground into their surface, prevented the muscles and tendons to stretch as they should, causing incredible agony. She nearly fell as the pain paralysed her feet. She tried to get on her toes but this immediately caused another sharp pain to fire in her toe joints. After many pitiful attempts to find a position that was not stressing any of the needles, she had to admit there was none.
When the girl finally regained her balance and the pain cleared from her vision Kelly stretched her lips to her nipples making Aurelia grin grotesquely, just as she had been forced to do in Torana's house two days before. Aurelia’s mouth was left looking like a pink flower, her cruelly stretched lips circumscribing her gums with the rosy, star-shaped, delicate skin covering their inner part. Inside, her white teeth flashed in a perfect circle with the long fangs barring the darker cavity of her mouth.
“Okay slaves, we're almost ready!” Kelly shouted. “You get your snacks and balls outside the Arena. RUNNER!”
Another stable keeper, a spindly man arrived. He was wearing an outfit and hood similar to Zek’s. He was driving an electric cart. Kelly smiled viciously and slapped Aurelia's ass. “Move! Onto the cart!” she commanded, and Anet was the first who carefully stepped on the wooden vehicle. She cried out, her knees almost turned sideward and made her fall, but somehow she managed to keep her balance. She slowly headed towards the cart, her legs trembling as if she were blind drunk; she was crying hysterically and let out short shrieks at every step, but finally she reached the cart and climbed onto it. Ayala and Joyce followed Anet's example but their walking was also handicapped as if they were crippled, and even Ayala started to cry and squeak as she reached the cart.
The black slave’s plight could now be plainly seen, uncovered by the stocks panels. Her dark body was covered with countless scars and burns. A long, heavy, steel rod was pierced through the meat of her ample breasts, pulling them down. Her nipples pierced horizontally by a rod, which stretched them forward by resting on a small conical armature that seemed screwed in her areolas. The nipples were stretched to nearly five centimetre long. Below her breasts, each rib bore a wide ring pierced through her flesh around the very bone. This formed a double line of steel that went done to the bottom of her ribcage. A similar set of rings was inserted in her back, from the bottom of her shoulder blades to the last of her ribs. Two rings were pierced behind the two tendons framing the crook behind each of her knees. A large ring was also inserted behind each of her Achilles’ tendons, dragging on the floor when she walked. Her crotch was incredibly deformed. As she hobbled to the cart, heavy rings were beating the middle of her thighs, dangling at the end of grotesquely elongated labia. They must have been stretched for a very long time to have reached so wide a span. They were held curiously wide apart. This was due to her sex, that was gaping wide, unnaturally wide: a corkscrew-shaped rod of steel had been shoved into her vagina, stretching it permanently to a diameter of seven centimetres. A similar device adorned also her rectum. Both orifices were discharging constantly a yellowish, sticky, disgusting substance.
Aurelia followed them in the same hobbled, shaky, screaming fashion. At every step, she had the impression that her feet were going to be torn apart. She could see the needles moving and shifting in with irregular shakes as her metatarsian bones moved around them. The pain was shooting high up her legs, making each new step a nightmare. She was suddenly wondering how she would be able to walk the whole race. Eventually, All four participants were on the cart.
Kelly jumped onto it and the runner drove out of the cell. They entered a short corridor with several doors on both sides, all of them closed and locked. At the end of the corridor a harsh sunlight was awaiting them. They passed under classic portcullis and arrived into the Arena. It was around 10 o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining brightly and radiated extreme heat. The heat was reverberated by the golden sand covering the ground. The Arena was big, twice as big as usual sport coliseums. It had no roof. The spectators were sitting around in seemingly comfortable seats, all of them had sunshades and many were drinking or eating. Naked slaves were crawling around them, offering their sexual services or simply used as footrests. High in the air a huge plasma screen showed the whole perspective of the Arena.
Each spectator had been given a small plastic bottle with a funnel appendage. During the race, the spectator could masturbate and cum into the bottle. Alternatively, he or she also could urinate or spit in it. The bottles had an empty label designed to bear the name of one of the racing slaves. During the race, slaves would be collecting the bottles and pour them into one of several tall, graduated, glass cylinders standing at one end of the arena. The name and a portrait of each concurring slave was above each cylinder and the bottles were emptied into the one corresponding to the name written on its label. The cylinders thus served to measure the popularity of each slave. A mostly unknown or average-looking one would have a mostly empty column. A famous runner would have a high level of liquid in her column. A whitish colour would tell that the content was mostly sperm, indicating that she was liked by the public, while a more yellowish shade would be the sign of a hated slave. At the end of the race, each of them would have to swallow the full content of its cylinder.
Right in front of the slaves was the track itself, which was close to the side wall so that the spectators had a clear view of every happening. The other side of the Arena was empty. It seemed that the morning races attracted less visitors. A white band was laid across what represented the start-line. Flat sand followed, around fifty meters long to where the pool of melted fat was sparkling in the strong sunshine. The stone hurdle was at least one-meter tall and it was as wide as the pool - around five metres, the rear section of the track remained hidden behind the hurdle but the girls could hear barking.
A big wooden chest and four, black balls around the size of a soccer ball were waiting in the sand. The balls had long and heavy chains attached to them. There also was a big backpack whith a flexible hose ended in a pistol-like device: Kelly's burner.
Two cameramen were waiting for the slaves along with a spectacularly beautiful woman. Aurelia recognized her immediately; she was Jennifer, the mascot of Ashagen's local TV channel. Kelly slapped the slaves' ass and forced them to climb out of the cart. Once they were all down, it rolled away, leaving a yellow cloud of dust behind it. All the slaves were standing in a line, grimacing and contorting their feet whose soles were now burned by the scalding hot sand.
“Hello Darling!” Jennifer greeted, smiling wide.
“Good morning Jennifer! You've surprised me! I thought you would emcee the evening races today” Kelly replied.
“Well... I wanted to have a sleepover, but the Arena manager called me: someone has put a big bid on this race so we had to come and broadcast” the beautiful girl answered.
“Big bid? I wonder if this redhead attracted such attention!” Kelly barked and slapped Aurelia's ass again. “New meat.”
“Yes, I should have remembered her, she is new... and looks very agile...”
“We'll see... I've seen several 'great talents' collapsing after the first meters.” Kelly answered.
Jennifer discussed with her companions while Kelly lined up the girls. Ayala, Joyce, Aurelia and Anet. Kelly dragged the balls closer and attached their chains to the girl's cuffs. She opened the chest and removed something.
“Here we go girls, the race will start in a few minutes so we must finish the preparations! The snacks are ready!” she smiled, holding the thing high in front of the slaves' eyes. All of them - even Ayala - stared with pure terror at the thing. It was a severed human hand chopped at the wrist. It must have been a female hand as it was slender and the nails were long. The hand was smelly and greenish and was slightly rotten; it looked as if it had been severed days ago. A long chain was fastened to the sticking bone at the wrist and the chain ended in a ring.
“Open wide!” Kelly ordered and Ayala obeyed, insanity reflected in her eyes. Kelly attached the chain to Ayala's tongue ring and stuffed the hand into her mouth, the fingers were pointing towards Ayala's throat. Kelly stuffed it deep with strength until she was satisfied. “Bite on it!” she ordered. The black slave did, sinking her remaining teeth into the soft flesh. The chain was hanging down to Ayala's navel. Once again, Ayala was under the pitiless sun bathing the arena. Her half-dried eyes could only see it through a blurry haze but she viscerally knew each of its features. She had lost the count of the races she had already ran in this infernal place. Each time it seemed it was going to be the last, that she could never make it to the finish line. But always she had found in herself ignored sources of strength that had allowed her to continue and sometime beat her opponents. Those sources of energy were far from being gallant. They consisted of fear, hate, jealousy, anger,… In her first races, her goal had been to win. Now, burdened as she was by her piercing, wounds and soreness, she just hoped to finish the race. She knew what happened to those who could not keep up with the other participants. They were condemned to the final arena, where the torture had no limit anymore. And if she could avoid being the loser, it would also save her from the atrocious task of foot licking she had already been through so many times. The thought almost made her heave and spit the hand shoved in her mouth.
As she was trying to force her painful eyes to distinguish what the track was going to offer, her distended anus let out a loud fart, which was reproduced by the loud speakers and caused a burst of laugh in the spectators rows. She had lost all control over her lower orifices, throwing her in the lowest pit of humiliation.
The second hand was offered to Joyce, who looked at it with utter horror and disgust.
“Please... I can't...” she started but Kelly stroke her in the ribs and while Joyce was gaping, Kelly took a grip on her tongue, pulled it out, chained the hand and finally stuffed it with a mighty push into the blonde girl's mouth. “Bite on it! Harder! Come on bitch, bite! Gooood.... for your own good, do not let it fall!” she grinned and removed another hand from the chest, stepping to Aurelia.
“You know the method. Stick the tongue out!”
Aurelia opened wide her mouth, resisting her disgust. She felt her tongue yanked out and its ring snapped to the chain. Then the rotten hand was shoved in her mouth. The foul taste almost made her to puke. The sheer idea of what it was, was enough to make her retch. The taste and touch were even more difficult to bear. She closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. Her fangs pierced through the soft flesh with a sickening sound and a rivulet of nauseating juices dribbled in Aurelia’s mouth. Again, she had to fight the urge to spit out the sordid morsel. But her fangs were holding it well, which might prove useful in the race to come. As she regained some of her composure, Aurelia felt the chain dangling between her breasts.
Anet was the last who had to bite on the smelly thing. She was too terrified to resist and almost willingly let Kelly hook her tongue and finally stuff the severed hand into her mouth. Anet was retching and crying but managed to keep the human limb in her mouth. Kelly turned to Jennifer and nodded. The girl set right her summer outfit and raised her microphone.
“Good morning citizens of Ashagen! We're having a wonderful day and we're waiting for the beginning of another fantastic race here in the Pain-bringer Arena! You will see a classic Heavy Feet Race...”. The girl continued, explaining the essence of the upcoming entertainment.
Jennifer's introduction lasted a few minutes, giving time for Kelly to put on the sinister, gas-fuelled burner. She switched the device on, making emit a 30-centimetre-long, thin tail of bluish flames. When Jennifer's cameraman finally turned the camcorder onto the sweating slaves, Kelly walked along the row of trembling females, raising the flame level with their eyes, so that every girl had the chance to have a close look at the superheated gas-tail.
“Our first contestant is slave Ayala.” Jennifer got closer to the slaves and began the final introduction. “You should know her from her several previous races... yesss, her looks are testifying how many times she has screamed for us!” As she was saying that, she was playing with the heavy bar passing through the Black’s breasts, lifting it and letting it fall, producing a bouncing motion and a grimace of pain. “Poor big baby, it is said you're running your last race here!” Jennifer giggled and stepped to Joyce, the camera followed her closely. “We have Joyce here, a very pretty but already experienced slave. Look at her face, she obviously prefers other kinds of meat... Good luck Joyce, you will need it!” the pretty woman mocked the slave and turned to Aurelia.
“What a beauty! A first class slave in the Arena! Well prepared, trained and ready for screaming! She is said to be a professional Arena slave, so we should learn her name: Aurelia!”. As she spoke, the camera was zooming along the slave’s body, leaving not place unexplored. To Aurelia’s shame, she could see how her body was exposed on the giant screen overhead, cheered by the enthusiastic crowd. “Do not disappoint the spectators, slave! Our valuable customers want to watch maximum efforts from the runners!” Jennifer said before moving to Anet. “And finally we have Anet, a brand new slave of Ashagen. Skinny but we'd seen thin girls run like cheetahs, haven't we?” Jennifer nodded to Kelly who positioned herself behind the girls.
“Ready girls, at my sign you all begin to run as if you were being chased... which is very true I can say.” Jennifer giggled again and moved to the side. “Okay slaves, start your engines, your “Heavy Feet Race” is about to start! Ready... steady... RUN BITCHES!!!” Jennifer screamed suddenly.
Aurelia had been waiting intently for this moment and she did not lose a fraction of second as the signal was given. She pushed on her feet, sinking her toes in the sand and yanked on the heavy ball. Immediately a flash of pain exploded inside her feet as the needles grinded against her very bones. She clenched her teeth and the rotting piece of flesh that was filling her mouth poured more of its foul fluid into her throat and down her chin. This made her gag and retch but she managed to keep the cut-off arm firmly in place. She had been preparing herself to the pain but it was so much more intense now that she had to put all her strength into the effort.
Her arms were pulled behind her by the heavy ball, which was pushing a small wavelet of sand in front of it. To prevent the steel cuffs from digging into the flesh of her wrists, she had grabbed the chain and was pulling on it with her fingers. After a couple of moan-pulling steps she found an easier way to proceed. She yanked hard on the chain, forcing the ball to roll forward, bouncing on the sand. Aurelia could then use the slack in the chain to walk without having to drag the heavy weight with her tormented feet. This allowed her to move faster with the same amount of pain. She tried get to the end of the slack just before the ball had ceased rolling. It was indeed easier to keep it rolling than to pull it out of its sand nest each time. It took the young spy a dozen strides to perfect the technique. By then, she had gathered quite a momentum. It seemed almost as if the ball was actually pushing her forward. As she yanked on the chain, the muscles in her arm, thighs and calves bulged. Her face was a mask of pain and concentration; her eyes were focused on the stone obstacle in front of her. Each step extracted a short moan from her stretched mouth as her feet were torturing her so cruelly. Anyway, this technique immediately allowed her to take the lead of the race.
Ayala too knew the importance to start in due time and her right foot moved forward simultaneously with Aurelia’s. She too had grabbed the chain in her hands but she was pulling on it with all its body, braced forwards as the muscles in her legs pushed in the sand. Her broken fingers hampered jer from getting a firm grip on the chain, but she slid her intact fingers through chain holes and was able to pull on the ball. As she moved, her large breasts were swinging powerfully weighted as they were by the steel bar. As they bounced back and forth against her rib cage, her nipples were stretched upwards and yanked rhythmically on her pierced lips. The black slave was a very powerfully girl. In spite of all the tortures and abuses she had already sustained, of which her scarred body was an atrocious testimony, she had managed to keep her strength and willpower. As she progressed, her horribly distended labia were swinging and their heavy rings were bouncing against her thighs. Each new effort made her nether holes squirt a droplet of dubious fluid, which splashed on her straining legs or sizzled on the hot sand. Her dry, burning eyes barely allowed her to see, but she could hear the other slaves around her moaning and panting, and their chains rattling. To her despair, it seemed that, immediately on her right, Joyce was inching forward of her and that Aurelia was moving even faster. A scream of agony coming from farther on her right and neatly behind comforted her that she was not the last. Arching her back, she yanked harder on the heavy ball, trying to walk faster so as not leave Joyce taking too much advance.
Joyce was aware of the very first moment and she was prepared for Jennifer's scream. Joyce knew exactly what pain awaited her but she also knew what consequences would follow if she lost. So the pretty blonde snarled, sank her teeth deeper into the rotting hand and yanked on the ball behind her. The first strikes of pain that hit her feet were almost too much for her, but Joyce forced herself to take another step and another again. She measured her opponents, and knew that this time she would have to be even better than what she had been in her first race. Ayala was a wreck and Anet was too terrified, but the red-hair was so much different, she seemed so tough. Pain and pain again. Joyce peeked down at her feet, her red painted toes were covered with yellow sand, the shiny needles were moving slightly under her skin, deep inside her feet. The chains tugged against her nostrils and nipples, but the pain radiating from her pretty feet was almost beyond bearable. She grinned, making the rotting hand dribble more liquid into her throat. Pain... 'My God... give me strength... pleaseeee... let me win and escape.... I'm begging you....' Joyce prayed, moved one foot after the other, cried and panted.
Anet froze, despite her horrendous pain, the atmosphere of the Arena and the whole race thing were too much for her young mind to understand, believe or accept it. The cruel women around, the leather bitch Kelly and the pretty Jennifer were so unrealistic that Anet felt as if she was in a crazy dream. She had seen as the other three slaves started from the line and she was staring at their wiggling asses as they crawled forward with a truly handicapped walk, pulling the heavy iron balls, but her own legs did not move. Anet felt the foul juices of the rotten hand dribbling in her mouth, she had pain in her feet, around her mouth and in her breasts, but she was still unable to realize what was happening. But only for a very short time...
The camera zoomed on the mooning Anet as Kelly jumped to her from behind, Kelly's face was a distorted mask of anger and she aimed the flame directly onto Anet's round ass globes. High pitched screeches flew in the air as the girl jumped forward, screaming again to the top of her lungs as her feet were forced to take the inhuman pain caused by the diabolically inserted needles. Her jump yanked on the ball behind her and poor Anet almost fell back, but Kelly's second aim on her other ass cheek made Anet start the race.
Anet’s yelps were suddenly surpassed by noisy screeches and grunts. Ayala had been doing her best to keep up with Joyce but this was an unequal struggle. Although the Black slave was taller and stronger than the Blonde one, she was also much more heavily loaded. All the rings her skin and bones were carrying amounted of nearly 10 kilograms of metal; kilograms she had to support some of the most delicate flesh of her body. To her dismay, Ayala had seen Joyce gaining centimetre after centimetre, until she was leading her by half a metre. The heart of the poor Black was pounding hard in her heaving chest. She was doing her best to move her aching feet faster but the weight she had to carry was simply too much. The rings pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons weighed nearly one kilogram each and they kept dragging in the sand with each excruciating step. When her legs made an involuntary jerk, the rings bounced and crashed into the back of her calves, on a point that had become over-sensitive for having been beaten so repeatedly.
As the Blonde slave passed in front of her, Ayala felt her heart sinking. She did not want this race to be her last. Her survival instinct revolted to this idea, even though each race was so cruel and painful. She had to do something; she had to convince the crowd that she was still worth racing, that she could still offer a good show in the Painbringer arena. As Joyce was toiling in front of her, Ayala began to walk obliquely to get behind her. Then she stepped on Joyce’s chain, yanking her to a painful stop. Joyce let out a surprised yell as her ball suddenly froze in place. Ayala stepped once more on the chain, yanking the Blonde’s arms down and forcing her to her knees. Joyce's surprise turned to dismay and finally to fury. Her knees landed hard on the sand, bruising her skin and making the girl growl in her rage. Her ankles and toe-joints bended from the force of the falling and Joyce emitted horrible muffled screams as the needles scratched against her bones. She was in so much pain that for a moment she lost her orientation and became unable to resist or do anything, providing great advantage for Ayala who could keep on with her sneaky attack. Ayala kicked Joyce between the shoulder blades and trampled her, walking on her body, crushing it into the hot sand.
Joyce shook her body as Ayala's big feet trampled over her back. She turned her head aside in order to avoid suffocation in the sand, the yank tearing the rings out of her nipples. Joyce was screeching in a high-pitched tone and for her misery Ayala stepped onto her face almost immediately. A big, dirty, scar-covered sole curtained the sun and crushed her face deeper into the sand, and stroked her nose with a smell that was almost as bad as the rotting hand in her mouth. Joyce grunted and thrashed under Ayala's foot, making the Black woman lose her balance. Ayala's sole slipped on Joyce's sweat- and tear-covered cheek, her foot kicked in the air and the big Black slave fell onto the Blonde, landing on her muscular ass cheeks. The hollow rod in her ass was forced even deeper and also scratched Joyce shoulder where their bodies collided. The heavy bar transfixing Ayala’s breasts swung and bounced cruelly, making her to gasp in agony. Straddling her blonde opponent, Ayala was trying to keep her balance while she recovered from the shock of her fall. Her thighs were clasped around Joyce’s torso, the sweat of the two fighters mixing between them.
Rounds of applause filled the air of the Arena, as the huge screen followed their wrestling from a close distance. Jennifer stopped a few meters away and her girlish voice commented the suffering slaves' desperate fight.
“Oh what a sight! Look at that! These worthless bitches believe they are in a mud wrestling event!” she laughed and the spectators joined her.
Anet hastened her pace, the hot pain in her ass making her put great efforts into her movements. She saw how Ayala and Joyce fought and she caught up rapidly. She heard the hissing sound emitted by Kelly's burner behind and felt almost glorious when she finally passed her competitors. She managed to reach the second place! She was temporary safe from Kelly's roasting surprises!
Joyce felt more and more rage heating her heart. 'Stupid Nigger! Stupid, stinking cripple! Get off me!' she shrieked and thrashed against the panting woman. She tightened her muscles, ignoring the extreme pain in her feet and she propped her toes against the sand digging in with her toes and she kicked out. Her lean legs and strong body put up enough force to roll Ayala over. The black girl landed on her belly, crushing her huge, spiked breasts under her weight. Her face, unable to turn away because of the chains linking her lower lip to her nipples was forced into the sand. More dust entered the Black’s wide open eyes, which she was desperately trying to close. She squirmed in agony, trying to curl her muscular legs under herself to stand back up. Luckily the chains hadn't crossed each other so they were free to go. Both girls laid panting for a few seconds in the sand before Kelly finally arrived.
“Get up, bitches! Run! Run!” Kelly screamed before aiming the flame at Ayala's already tortured soles. Ayala shook, whined and jumped on her feet as fast as she could but collected another burn mark on her body. Blisters immediately appeared on her white soles, adding to her already pain-transfixed feet. The wounds she had received in the race where she had had to run on a mix of broken glass and salt crystals reopened, causing even more pain.
Joyce was granted some advantage by Kelly as she gained enough time to stand up while the blonde torturer was busy with Ayala, so when Kelly finally stepped to her she was almost ready to run forward. So thus when the hissing flame kissed her ass Joyce was starting the torture race again, pulling on the ball, and was heading towards the pool of fat. Ayala was on her left, hastening her pace too and this time she was far away enough to let Joyce suffer alone. Joyce looked forward seeing Aurelia's ass far ahead. The red hair had gained about twenty metres on her! Anet was stumbling a few metres ahead of Joyce and she was also monitoring Ayala's situation. Joyce had but one remaining chance of winning the race: if the dogs slowed down Aurelia sufficiently. Joyce grinned, cursed Ayala and all the sick perverts around as she collected her strength and went after Anet.
“The first-class slave Aurelia has just passed the 30-metre line! Her technique is quite unique, the other bitches should learn from her! She marches rapidly, what a sight! The innocent Anet is second but I doubt she can keep that position, her start was quite messed and only the struggle between the two other slave allowed her to reach her current position. Ayala and Joyce, our heroines, are neck and neck. I can see that Joyce's nipples were torn in two halves when the rings were ripped from them, and Ayala's mouth is also bloody. What an exciting sight, what a race!” Jennifer said, her voice filling the Arena.
Ayala was fighting hard to keep walking as fast as Joyce. But Kelly had known what she was doing when she burned her soles. This had crippled her definitely for this race. The Black girl succeeded in keeping pace over a few strides, but as the blisters exploded and filled with hot sand, the pain increased to a new level and she began to lose terrain. Her widespread ass let go a loud fart as despair invaded her pain-bogged mind. She was sweating tremendously under the hot sun and her sand-filled eyes were almost completely blind by now. She was now guiding herself mainly from the rattling of chains coming from Joyce and Aurelia’s efforts.
In the mean time, Aurelia was progressing relatively fast, considering the amount of painful implements that had been piled over her body. The nipple-to-lip chains were preventing her from looking behind her but, judging by what she could hear, she knew she was far ahead of all her opponents. Her mouth was already desiccated and parched, her nipples were throbbing in pain, but what was the most unbearable was the pain destroying her feet. Each step it seemed to her that her little feet bones were going to be ground to dust by the evil needles pinned among them. Only her rage to win could convince her to lift her feet again and again. Her clear body was soaked with her sweat as she toiled on the race track.
Soon she arrived by the pool of grease barring the way. Without hesitation, she stepped into it, feeling for the bottom with her toes. She sunk to mid thighs in the warm fat. Its contact provided some kind of soothing on her wounded feet. She began to glide rather than walk, forcing her way through the melted fat. This was very slippery and she did not dare to continue to use the technique that had been so efficient on the sand.
As she arrived to the middle of the pool, the heavy ball she was dragging behind her fell in the fat. The unexpected yank surprised her and destabilised her. She tried to recover her balance but with her arms chained in her back, it was difficult. Instinctively, she tried to lift her head, yanking hard on her nipples. Her lower lip was stretched down in the most hideous way and she was lucky it did not get ripped from her mouth. However the flash of pain was enough to break her concentration for a short instant. The yank on her lips forced her mouth wider and, as she bucked to recover her equilibrium, she fell hard on her knees. The shock made the rotten hand to glide out of her mouth and splash into the fat. With horrified eyes, Aurelia saw it sink under the opaque grease, pulled down by its chain.
Aurelia did not lose a second. She plunged her head into the fat that was now level with the top of her breasts. She fumbled with her face against the bottom, her fangs grinding against the stone, trying to follow the chain that led to the unthinkable piece of human flesh. At last she found it and managed to grab it in her mouth. She straightened up and her fat-drenched face broke the surface. She was now holding the severed arm transversally. Although this was less of an impediment to her breathing, this hold was also less secure.
This incident had made her lose precious seconds. Aurelia got back on her feet, her body dripping fat from her soaked hair to the rings of her crotch. She resumed her walk, now dragging her ball under the fat.
Joyce pushed herself forward, fighting with the extreme pain she was forced to endure. She was a teacher, a person of literacy who had refused all kind of violence during her life. She always wanted to be fair to anybody and believed in the power of charity. She had never been naive but purposeful, though she believed kindness was in every human being and everyone deserved a chance for proving his or her values. Her picture about the world had changed in the last weeks. She had been forced to change her perspective and she had to reappraise her own place in the world. She used to be a girl living in a rich country, had a nice flat and lots of friends around who made her life a never-ending party. Since she had arrived to Ashagen she had become a slave, a worthless piece of human flesh without rights, without solidarity, without any future. She had been transformed into a wild animal whose only purpose was to fight and stay alive. And Joyce had discovered totally different depths of her own heart and mind. She had learnt in days how to be selfish, how to be a fighter, how to live in the jungle of continuous torments and horrors. She had lost the rest of her humanity, she had been taught to be a pusher whose goal was to win. Joyce had to win if she wanted to avoid extra punishments and additional pain, so she snuffed the former human feelings in her and became what her owners wanted her to be: a fighter slave.
Joyce whined and screeched against the rotting hand in her mouth, sank her teeth even deeper into the soft flesh and slurping in the sweet tasting liquids but the foul taste did not make any sense for her anymore. She wanted to win, she wanted to avoid any pain that might be waiting for her if she failed to defeat the other bitches. She used to be a teacher but had paid great attention for keeping her body in shape, she had trainings four times a week; jogging, swimming, gymnastics. She was strong and she was resolute enough to ride herself forward despite the inhuman pain in her pretty feet.
Anet's joy of getting to the second place slipped away as the pain in her feet grew larger and larger. She tried to walk in different manners, keeping her feet forward, at different angles and even tried to make tiny hops, which proved to be a very bad idea. The hop was painful enough to make Anet shriek into her stinky gag, but when she finally landed onto her feet and the iron ball yanked her arms back her knees buckled and the poor Anet almost fell. She screamed out loudly, the hand fell from her mouth but Anet paid no attention. She stopped and cried heavily. She was actually babbling like a baby. High above, the plasma screen closed onto her contorted, suffering face and trembling figure, and dozens of spectators switched to a faster pace of jerking off their own cock or fucking the faces of their personal slaves as the sobbing girl fuelled their sadistic lust.
Joyce passed by the crying Anet and she focused her eyes on Aurelia's ass globes as the redhead wandered into the fat. She almost shout when Aurelia fell into the fat, Joyce forced herself to fasten her pace even more. Her feet were big globes of burning fire, snot was leaking from her nose and dripped, saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth and some of her fingers were seized with cramp as she pulled on the ball's chain even tighter. She tried to ignore the pain, all she saw was Aurelia dipping in the melted fat, and her very chance to win the competition. Joyce knew exactly that once she could reach the red head, she would have to be rough and cruel. No matter what could be the consequences, she would have to hurt the other slave. Despite her pain she surprised herself how clear her thoughts were. The dogs on the other side. The fat-covered body of Aurelia. The stairs that must be slippery. Aurelia must have pulled the ball after her, step by step... Joyce knew she had to reach Aurelia before she could jump between the dogs...
Aurelia had now reached the end of the pool and she was trying to climb onto the first step of the stone staircase. With her arms chained behind herself and her body covered with dripping grease, this was no easy task. She had pulled the heavy ball so that it rested against the wall. She shook her head and shoulders, sending fat droplets all around from her matted hair. She was trying to free her eyes from the fat that covered them. She bent over and laid her torso against the warm stone. She yelped as the touch revived the pain in her pierced nipples. Her face too was pressed against the stone as she could not turn it away. Then she swung her right leg out of the pool and tried to push it as far as possible on the first stair step. Her toes were wiggling helplessly, as if they were looking for some hold to grasp. Deliberately, Aurelia began to pull her left leg up while rolling her body carefully. This was very tricky as her oiled body tended to slide down the stone. She had to start again three times before she managed get all her body laying on the stone. She kneeled up, facing upstairs, and began to hoist the ball out of the pool too, while struggling not to glide back into the pool again.
Meanwhile, Ayala was toiling forward, dragging the heavy ball behind her. Her mostly blind eyes could not tell her what was happening to her opponents. It was almost as if she were alone with her pain and her terror. But she knew she was not alone. She knew, she had to prove that she was good enough to play once more in this arena. It was a pity to see her strong, powerful body struggling in the hot sun. Among all four slaves, she was the most athletic, the strongest, the tallest. She was probably twice heavier than the trembling Anet, and all the weight was pure muscle. From the way her limbs bulged and struggled, her strength and willpower were obvious. Still, the innumerable tortures she had been through in all the races she had survived to were slowing her down, crushing her into the dust. In spite of that, she kept limping forward, and each painful step made the numerous rings pierced through her flesh to swing and glisten in the pitiless sun.
Kelly was closely following her and was finding great pleasure in whispering into Ayala's ears: “Yesterday a nigger just like you was fried in the Snuff Arena... you can't imagine how much body fat can be melted out of a meaty body like yours! She was crawling around on a very large metal plate heated from below. The sizzling grease that was bubbling on the pan with her prevented her from staying on her feet for long. It was such a sight to see her slipping and falling and getting back on her blistered feet repeatedly on the sizzling plate! I love roasting a Nigger: rosy blisters stand out so much better on black skin! It took her more than one hour to give up. I saved a roasted breast of hers; after the race you will be fed on it if you lose...” The woman was teasing Ayala and sometimes aimed the bluish flame to her ribcages for short seconds.
Anet's desperation totally overwhelmed her. She didn't want to move anymore. She didn't want to fight, she didn't want to suffer. All she was wishing for was waking up from that horrible nightmare in her student hostel room. Everything seemed to be so unrealistic, so nonsensical. But her pain was real indeed. The burn marks on her ass formed large blisters. Her feet were throbbing but at least, when she stayed in place, the pain wasn't beyond bearable.
“Pleaseeeee... sob... my God pleaseeee... sob... I'm begging you please... sob...” she was crying wildly and loudly, her pitiful pleads and whining could be heard clearly among the spectators. Laughter and mocking arrived from their ranks.
“Move bitch!”
“Stupid cunt! I've put hundred bucks on you! Run you worthless turd!”
“Look out, the nigga' is right behind you!”
But Anet was unable to move or even to understand the meaning of the shouting. She stood there like a statue and cries were shaking her young body. Ayala approached her more and more, and Kelly also positioned herself behind Anet. The blonde sadist's face was an intense mask of pleasure. The almost blind Ayala finally reached Anet's line, who turned her face towards the pitifully crawling Black and let out a renewed, terror-fuelled scream. The contestants were less than two meters apart, and Kelly licked her lips. Black ass, white ass... Which one was going to be burned the most?
Although Ayala was almost blind, she could hear Anet’s moans and vaguely distinguish what was happening. This weak girl will not survive more than a few races, she thought. She is too scared, to sensitive. Still, if Kelly motivates her well, she is able to out-run me. I must make sure to cripple her enough to leave her no chance at all. With these thoughts in mind, she closed the distance that still separated her from Anet. As she arrived just behind Anet, she kicked her knees into the crook behind those of Anet. Taken by surprise, the shrieking girl fell down at Ayala’s feet. Ayala knelt by her side and fumbled with her hands until she managed to grip one of the Blonde’s feet. She grasped her big toe and began to bend it backwards, determined to break it.
Anet let out a shrilling scream. Laying on the hot sand, her body in permanent pain, there was not too much she could do. But as her dainty toe was grabbed and bent into a highly unnatural position her misery grew beyond inhuman. Not only because her the tendons holding the toe were stretched to their limits not to mention the bones, but because this aggressive attack made the needles cross some bones and cut deep into the sensitive tendons inside her foot too. Anet was screaming loud and long with a wide open mouth, she struggled against Ayala's firm grip, tried to kick but that was all she was able to do. Anet's toe was forced backwards until it was fractured with a crack, and the young Blonde's scream reached another level. Anet had healthy lungs, she used to sing in her high school's choir so her terror and pain-filled long wailing fought high and filled the Arena.
Ayala stopped her movement as soon as she heard the sickening crack. She could feel the thumb toe getting slack. In her previous races she had seen other girls getting their toes broken and she knew this made the foot almost useless. She hesitated to break the toe of the other foot but then decided against it. This poor wreck is done, she thought. She will never find the strength to walk again and will be forced to crawl if she wants to progress at all. And trying to grab her flailing leg will just make me lose more time.
With that, Ayala worked herself back on her own pain-wracked feet and continued to walk. She never admitted defeat. Maybe the Blonde and Red bitches would kill each other, allowing her an improbable victory. She had seen that happening countless times in the arena. She continued, dragging her sore feet through the hot sand, her large breasts bouncing their heavy spike back and forth while their nipples pulled hard on the black lips, revealing the rosy gum flesh.
Anet stayed screaming in the hot sand, her big toe pointed in a clearly unnatural angle. She was babbling loudly like a baby, lost in her nightmareous reality. Kelly waited for a few seconds, devouring on the ultimate suffering radiated from the thin blonde. With her free hand she rubbed her pussy and sucked the finger licking her own juice.
“Get up bitch! Get up and fight!” she shouted into Anet's face finally, spat onto her lips and aimed the flame onto the convulsive girl's left thigh. Renewed shriek shaked the air and Anet tried to crawl away from the brashly standing Kelly, but the woman easily followed her pitiful strugglings and sooted a long line on anet's tight ass with the flame roasting flame. Poor student was screaming and screaming, the spectacors sitting near awarded loud applause to Kelly who smiled charmingly and even made a deep bow to her audience. Kelly's face showed ecstasy and happiness, she really loved her work.
Meanwhile Anet managed to climb onto her feet but with the needles embedded, her toe broken and even several spots of her body burnt poor Anet had no chance for getting back to the competition. Kelly sniggered and burnt Anet's shoulder from behind, and the blonde made a crippled step forward while she was screaming and screaming. She almost fell, the foot with the broken toe was unable to hold her weight. But Kelly did not take care of that and burnt Anet's right thigh from behind, making the screaming girl move forward another short step.
Joyce grinned; the muscles in her neck were bulging. She bent her waist forward and let her knees bent before every step causing increased pain but hastening her pace even more. She peeked up, monitoring Aurelia's desperate efforts as the tall woman tried to climb on the stone stairs. Joyce could imagine herself reaching Aurelia, spitting out the rotting hand and sinking her teeth into the Red-head's ankle, closing her jaws around Aurelia's Achilles’ tendon and dragging her back into the pool of fat. Yesss! Aurelia's peds must be hurt, must be fractured! Joyce had already lost a lot, her nipples were ruined and she was too much worried about their condition to think over what could have happened to them. At least her mouth was not chained to her chest anymore letting her move more freely. She almost smiled. Aurelia failed to climb onto the stairs again. And Joyce was getting close.
She entered the pool, sinking slowly, gliding her feet on the bottom. She used the correct technique almost instinctively, keeping her balance, staring at Aurelia who had finally managed to roll onto the first stair and was kneeling up. Joyce could see that her opponent was almost blinded by the fat dripping from her hair. Her ears were probably covered with a layer of fat too. Joyce slid forward and the pain in her feet almost knocked her out. She felt as if a thunder stroked her, but she managed to proceed. She opened her mouth and let the rotting hand fall into the fat. All she could see was Aurelia's ankle in front of her eyes, at the level of her abdomen. Aurelia’s feet were off the stair, above the pool. She hoisted her ball out of the fat, producing a low smack. Joyce almost was almost running out of time, but finally Aurelia's vulnerable heel was right in front of her. Joyce shrieked loudly. The high-pitched banshee scream was the clearest expression of her fighting rage. She bent forward, opened her jaws ignoring the pain in her nostrils and ears, and aimed her bite right at Aurelia's ankle.
Aurelia froze for a very short moment, taken aback by Joyce's war-cry. It came from too short a distance. Her momentary passiveness proved to be a major mistake. Joyce closed her healthy teeth around the sensitive tendon and tried to sink her teeth into Aurelia's skin. But the Red-head's foot was slippery from the fat and her teeth slipped not even scratching the skin. Joyce boggled for a moment and she desperately tried to bite into Aurelia's foot. Finally her teeth found their grip but not a tendon or even meat but on the skin of Aurelia's heel. Her teeth closed together, as they were pinching, pulling the skin at the very tip of the ankle. Joyce also lost her balance and started to fall back, but she kept her mouth closed, drawing blood and dragging on Aurelia's foot. For a short moment both girls froze in their position, and only a small chunk of skin held Joyce from falling back into the pool.
The wound was superficial but it was painful. Aurelia, with her back turned to the action and with fat filling her eyes could not see what was really happening. It felt as if her heel was being torn away. Aurelia’s first movement was to turn her head to look at her attacked. Immediately, this sent a tearing pain in her nipples and lips as the line tugged on her sensitive flesh. Unable to look at what was actually happening and feeling the pain in her foot increasing, she kicked her leg violently. She felt Joyce’s nose creaking under her heel and she heard her desperate scream as she fell into the fat. Aurelia started to grin victoriously when she felt herself gliding down the stone she was kneeling on. Her kick had been too forceful and it had broken her precarious balance. Desperately, she tried to recover it by bending forward and shuffling her greasy shins frantically. But it was to no avail. Relentlessly, the gravity was pulling her backwards down the angled stone, her oily skin providing no grip on the smooth surface. With a cry of rage, she fell into the fat pool, pulling her ball with her.
Splashing warm grease around, she landed on top of Joyce, just as she was fighting back to the surface. Joyce was pushed back below before she had a chance to gulp some air but she managed to avoid being crushed by the heavy steel ball. Aurelia was decided to maintain her advantage. From the rage she had heard in her attacker’s scream, she knew this was going to be a no-quarter fight. By the way, attempting to climb back on the stairs with that fury behind her was not an option. She had get rid of her! Unfortunately, she was at a disadvantage: even if she let fall the rotten hand from her mouth, her hooked lips did not allowed her to bite hard, something Joyce was obviously able to do. This left her with only her feet to fight, feet that were almost paralysed by the needle-induced pain.
Aurelia could feel Joyce struggling under the surface. She fumbled around with her legs and managed to grab her opponent within the powerful grip of her strong thighs. She crossed her ankles to put more pressure, squeezing Joyce’s mid-section between her legs. Meanwhile, she jerked her bound arms frantically as she tried to stay upright with her head above the surface. Her plan was to keep Joyce below until she passed out.
To Aurelia's disappointment the fat proved to be too slippery. No matter how desperately she tried to strangulate Joyce's body, the Blonde somehow managed to wiggle around until she had some place. Joyce was fighting for her life. No thoughts were forming in her mind, her desperate struggles were her death dance. She had no air to breath, her hated opponent wanted to drown her into the pool of fat. Without coordination or plan, Joyce started to kick around, forgetting about the chains still attaching her lips to her nose and ears she shook her head as if possessed by the devil, kicking into the stone under her and using the power of her strong legs to push herself away from Aurelia's trap. With a final kick she managed to slip out of the grip and to swing away from Aurelia. Her head emerged from the fat about two meters from her opponent and Joyce coughed and puked immediately, gasping for air and heaving strongly. She was blind and deaf but her life instincts made her crawl further. She wanted to leave the pool, to regain her breath, to rest and pull herself together. She wanted to live even if this meant to lose the race.
“My Holy God! Ladies and Gentlemen! All of you who've chosen this show this morning must bless the choice! This is fantastic! I've never seen such a race, not a competitor got through the stairs but we've already seen three beautiful duels!” Jennifer followed the events from the line and she was screaming almost hysterically, like most empathized sport reporters. The audience also enjoyed the show; several slaves were being dragged out from the ringside already as their masters had fucked their throat until the women passed out. The slaves whose duty was collecting the spectators' sperm and urine bottles had enough work to run around like mad ants, and the cylinders at the end of the track were filling fast.
Aurelia’s eyes were starting to get clearer as the fat was slowly dripping from her face. She saw Joyce fleeing, obviously scared by the violence of their fight, her tongue pulled behind by the chain that linked to the rotten hand that she had spit before the fight. Aurelia herself was panting hard, fat and saliva drooling from her gaping, curled-lip mouth, around the hand she was holding transversally. Aurelia suppressed her hunter’s instincts that wanted her to chase after the wounded prey. It was hardly a smart thing to do. Even if she could beat her easily, a bad wound was always a possibility. By the way, she could see Ayala approaching the pool too. She had obviously got rid of Anet, who was squirming in the sand farther behind, stimulated by Kelly’s flame thrower. The Black fighter, in spite of all the cruel steel shining on her dark skin, looked formidable. It would be safer to stay out of her reach.
She looked at the stone stairs. If she was fast enough, she might get back on the stairs before Joyce could come back. Even the Blonde dared to do it anyway, now Aurelia would not let herself been taken by surprise. She bent again her torso against the stone, flattening her proud breasts against the fat-covered step and swung her leg over it. She wiggled a bit and soon was once again kneeling on the lowest step of the staircase. She grabbed the heavy ball and hoisted it, inch by inch, until she could land it at her knees.
She heard a splashing sound behind her and slowly turned her shoulders and face to see what was happening. Joyce, having seen that Aurelia had managed to climb back out of the pool, was progressing again toward her. Behind her, Ayala had just jumped into the pool and was toiling toward the obstacle as well, a ferocious determination on her incredibly tortured face.
Aurelia felt safe now. She stood back on her feet and grimaced as her full weight once again rested on her needled metatarsians. The pain was coursing up her nerves, almost paralysing her legs up to her knees. She did not know how long she would still be able to bear this breath-taking throbbing. Nevertheless, she fought hard and moved her feet, climbing slowly and prudently the few stairs that led to the top of the stone obstacle.
The Blonde and the Black slave met right at the stone obstacle. Joyce was still terrified, and also she still had some fierceness in her. The bad experience she had had with Aurelia made her review the right strategy. 'Here's the Nigger again... she is so tough... so strong... those legs...' Joyce looked into Ayala's eyes and tried to smile, which proved to be very hard with her tongue pulled down by its chain and the rotten hand.
“Lhook... if whe fhight... whe both lhose... but if whe chatch the rhed-head... shecond phlace the whorst...” she tried to explain her idea to the half-blind, seemingly blood-thirsty, once-resolute girl. “Nhothing to lhose! Yhou've phunched bhack Ahnet! Lhet's khnock the other thoo!” Joyce spoke in a highly inarticulate voice and was hoping she managed to convince the tortured Black. She needed Ayala if she wanted to defeat Aurelia, and after they got over the Red-head she could still outrun the Black.
Ayala considered the proposal. This bitch is right. If we fight now, we are lost but if we cooperate, we still have a chance to win. Once the Red-head out of the way, it will be easy to me to beat this Blonde to a writhing pulp. And if I win this race, I might be allowed to run another one.
“OK” she nodded. “He’p me c’imbing here, and I’ll he’p you”. She rested her torso on the greasy stair. The spike and the numerous rings pierced under her ribs rattled against the stone and she grimaced as pain coursed through her body. She wondered how she might be able to climb this without help. She tried to swing her leg over the stair, as Aurelia had done, but her leg kept gliding backward, finding no purchase.
Meanwhile, Aurelia had reached the top and immediately the barking of the little dogs got frantic. They were whirling and hopping at the foot of the one-meter high wall, looking at the dripping, naked body of the young spy. She looked coldly at them. She had never liked dogs, and she had but contempt for this kind of little, noisy devils. But the idea of having to jump among them, bound and tortured as she was, was frightening. She did not know if she would be able to stay standing as she landed hard on her tortured feet. But she had a plan.
She dragged the heavy ball until it was resting between her feet and half-squatted over it. Then, with a spiteful grin at the Terriers, she pushed it over the edge. The ball fell and broke the back of one of the dogs under its weight. Immediately, the confusion grew among the frantic canines and they move away from the killer ball and their whining, dying companion. Once they felt at a safe distance, they began again to bark and growl towards Aurelia.
The young Red-head, sat down on the top of the stone wall. She took a deep breath and let herself slide down. As she landed on the sand, it felt as if the needles pierced in her feet had exploded the little bones apart. The agony flashed in Aurelia’s head and she feel forward on her knees. With her arms chained behind her, she was unable to keep her balance and fell further, landing on her chest, flattening her breasts under her torso, her face pressed in the sizzling sand. She grunted, waiting for the pain to lower in her throbbing feet.
At first, the little dogs had kept a safe distance from Aurelia. The death of their pack mate had scared them. They were used to face helpless slaves, not fighting-back furies. Aurelia was squirming in the sand, trying to swing her body backward to kneel up. She was squatting on her knees, her torso and face buried into the sand, growling and moaning helplessly. The dogs began to realise that, after all, this girl might not be more dangerous than those they were used to. The hardiest among them began to get closer. Aurelia was still grunting and contorting her arms and butt, trying to lift her chest off the ground. The dogs turned around her and gave short, scared licks at her fat-covered legs. Feeling that the dogs were getting hardier, Aurelia managed, with a powerful yank on her back muscles, to straighten herself and sit her bottom on her heels. The dogs were barking and whirling around her.
The girl’s front was covered with sand sticking to her fat-layered skin; her mouth was spitting and drooling sand, her face was grimacing with pain. She looked exactly as all the other slaves the little dogs had seen. She was holding a juicy piece of rotten meat in her mouth and they knew how delicious it was. Feeling encouraged, the dogs jumped at the poor, suffering girl. Aurelia tried to chase them away, contorting her legs and her shoulders, pulling cruelly on her nipples in the process. But the little devils were swarming around her, jumping from all directions. One of them grabbed one end of the rotten hand and began to growl and to shake it frantically. Before she could knock it away, another clenched its teeth on the other end. Two dogs were too much for her sore jaws. She could not close her mouth completely, unless she wanted to tear her nipples or lower lips. She felt the rotten hand being torn from her teeth. She let out a desperate scream as one of the dog managed to steal it from its competitor and run away with the piece of meat. The chain unrolled on the sand and yanked hard on Aurelia’s stretched out tongue. She yelped and jumped to her feet, screaming and gagging.
She ran after the dog holding her by her tongue leash. The dog was zigzagging madly as it tried to avoid its mate who wanted to rip its juicy prize from its jaws. Aurelia had never ever felt so much pain than what she had to endure during that deeply humiliating and even more torturing run after the dog. Her tongue was pulled extremely from her mouth, she had the feeling of hearing the root tearing slowly as the little dog yanked on it every time it changed direction or even turned its head. Combined with the throbbing pain in her feet that were forced to step faster and faster, Aurelia got a clear picture of what Hell actually was.
The two dogs fighting for the rotting hand must have been the leaders of the pack as several other little demons ignored their competition and the ten little doggies focused their attention onto Aurelia's body and mainly onto her feet. Warm, dipping fat... they found it extremely delicious. Two or three terriers attacked Aurelia's feet; they wanted to lick and slurp instead of bite into the flesh, but as the girl was forced to follow the dog holding the rotten hand, those around the girl had no other choice but to jump against Aurelia's limb again and again. Whenever a small dog made a long lick along her foot or another jumped against her delicate peds, new waves of pain shot through her body so intensively, that after a few seconds Aurelia's pain tolerance reached its limit...
Back to the obstacle, Joyce had manage to push Ayala’s huge black body onto the first stair. Ayala was trying to get on her knees without slipping back into the pool, helped by Joyce who was bracing to keep her in place. Her wide-stretched anus and pussy were dripping the greasy fat down her thighs. The rings pierced at the end of her elongated labia kept ringing against the stone. Eventually, she managed to sit on the second step of the stair case.
“You’ tu’hn now” she said.
Joyce followed using the same gymnastics. Ayala was helping her as well as she could, using her feet and legs to prevent the Blonde from slipping.
Joyce did her best to climb the slippery stone as fast as possible. She never forgot the pain for a moment, but she had a quite clear picture of what degrading and painful acts would happen if she did not beat her competitors. Even the winner was forced to bear extreme acts between the races, but knowing her master, Joyce had no doubts about how angry the man would become if something did not fit his requirements. So she grinned and forced herself to cause pain to her own body. Ayala's strong, muscular legs helped her in fulfilling the hard task, and Joyce got a really close peek at her opponent’s extraordinary muscles. Although the black skin was covered with hundreds of different marks received during Ayala's time spent in Ashagen, the muscles and tendons under the skin were still intact, and their powerful struggling as the Black held her legs for Joyce, made it clear to the Blonde. The roughly-treated slave was still tough. Joyce was breathing hard and with some badly aimed movements she caused pain to Ayala - whose face contorted every time that Joyce touched her feet. After some struggling, Joyce climbed on the stairs too.
Finally, both girls were standing on the stairs, hoisting their balls towards them. They carefully climbed the remaining steps to the top of the stone wall. From there, they could see Aurelia who was still chasing the dogs that were yanking on her tongue chain. She was running doubled over, her tongue stretched incredibly far out of her gaping mouth, her breasts bouncing madly as she tried to keep pace with the little barking devils. The pack was moving randomly across the arena but Aurelia was obviously trying to coax the dogs towards the finish line. Sometimes she managed to lead the dogs towards the finish line - by taking the risk of making her tongue ripped out as she held her body against the chain - but the playful doggies often changed their route, fighting for the rotting hand so Aurelia had to follow them; she had no real influence on what was happening.
As the two slaves appeared on top of the wall, all the dogs that were attacking Aurelia’s legs suddenly left her alone and hurried towards the obstacle. They new that new rotting meat was about to be served and they did not want to miss it.
Ayala was still holding her hand firmly shoved longitudinally into her mouth. She had good hope to be able to keep her hold on it. If the dogs did not catch it, she would be able to walk straight toward the finish line. She looked at the poor Joyce who was still dragging her rotten hand behind her, hooked to her tongue.
“Let’sh go!” she barked and she jumped down the wall. She landed hard on the sand and the pain seemed to made her feet burst in pieces. Screaming to the top of her lungs, she curled into a ball and rolled onto her shin. She tried to protect the rotten hand from the attack of the dogs. Little of it was visible out of her wide-stretched mouth and the hungry canines could not reach it easily.
Joyce was almost sick from the sight of Ayala's landing. Her pitiful shrieks and Aurelia's desperate fight against the little dogs brought doubts whether she would survive that race. She knew that she would be unable to avoid the pain of landing, but she somehow had to avoid that tongue pulling exercise, as her tongue already hurt like hell from the long stretching that the hand had caused. Thanks to her desperation and creativity she soon found the best solution. She bent her knees, positioned the stinky human hand right between her legs and started to swing it only a few centimetres above the stair. When the hand swung behind her body Joyce bent her knees even more so the hand just landed under her fingers, near the iron ball. She squatted down and reached out whit her long fingers, trying to grab the hand. While she was trying to bring her fingers lower and lower while trying to keep her balance and avoid falling back, her heels raised a bit. The high-pitched screams made by some spectators turned from Aurelia and Ayala towards Joyce. The Blonde had to drop back on her heels and gather some strength before she could try again.
Her second attempt was successful, and Joyce blessed God and herself for having long nails. She managed to pinch a small piece of rotting skin between the nails of her fore and thumb-finger, she could raise the whole chain-weighted hand a few centimetres but that was enough for her to grab it with her other hand. She rolled the rotten hand between her palms until she felt the grab really secure and strong. She stood up.
The camera zoomed on the squatting girl and every spectator inside the Arena got a clear view of what Joyce was doing. A pretty, blonde woman squatting on the top of a stone wall and desperately clenching her fingers on a disgusting, smelling, rotten human hand... several spectators burst into laughter at that sight.
Joyce had lost the chance for grabbing the ball's chain behind her and the hand's chain was hanging between her legs, which might cause further problems. But at least her mouth was free for inhaling as much oxygen as she could. She opened her mouth and started to scream as she jumped. Her scream became even more intense when she landed only a few meters behind the still tottering Ayala, and Joyce was the first of the three slaves who managed to keep her balance and avoid falling. She screamed and screamed, her face was a mask of pure agony but her strong, young legs and feet could keep her standing.
Joyce shook her head and shouted to Ayala.
“Move! Get her, move!” she screamed and then both girls tried to head towards Aurelia. But the swarming little devils had just arrived and they leaped at both women, seeking for the hands and licking off the fat from their feet. Joyce screamed again, she tried to keep her hands as high as she could but the dogs could easily jump that high. So unlike Ayala, Joyce had to deal not only with the dogs around her feet but she also had to endure the sharp scratching of the predatory teeth as the dogs tried to tear the hand out of Joyce's grip.
Joyce clenched her fists as hard as she could, digging her fingernails deep into the soft flesh. There was nothing else she could do but heading forwards and hoping that she would be able to hold the rotting hand as long as needed to reach the goal. She screamed in pain and also in anger as she began to walk, fighting every movement against the raging little demons.
Behind the stone obstacle, Anet was impelled to walk forwards by Kelly's infernal blowtorch. The Blonde torturess was becoming angry as Anet was so slow and shiftless. The Arena's rules were clear, she was allowed to burn only the slave that was the last of the race. She would have found much more pleasure in roasting the shapely curves of any of the other three slaves but not that whining little piece of shit. Kelly was disappointed; Anet's lack of fighting spirit simply disgusted her. She hated Anet because of the girl's weak mental and physical attributes. Kelly loved fighting slaves who were struggling against their inevitable fates and did their best to win.
“MOOOOOVEE YOU LAZY BITCCCH!!! MOVE YOUUUUR WIZENED CUUUNT!!!” Kelly shrieked like a banshee as she switched the tail of flame between Anet's ankles. She aimed the flame to whichever ankle that was behind, making Anet jumping from foot to foot as if she was a galloping pony. Kelly's torch formed blisters soon on the back of Anet's heels and around her Achilles’ tendons. Anet was wailing as she was jumping in a funny way, and the spectators were grateful for that sight, showing the sign of Victory to Kelly who smiled back to them. So Anet was impelled to keep up her pace and reach the pool of fat. Before she could step into it Kelly grabbed her neck and shrieked into her ear.
“DO NOT DARE TO STOP IN THAT POOL, BITCH! IF I NEED TO GO AFTER YOU, YOU WILL REGRET YOU'RE EVER BORN!!!” she threatened Anet and pushed her towards the pool. And poor Anet waded into the pool of fat crying, with heavy steps.
Ayala had managed to keep the rotten hand firmly inside her mouth, in spite of the dogs’ yanking at it and licking of her face. Once she had somewhat recovered from the shock of the landing, she forced herself to stand up, shaking a dog that had climbed upon her back. It frantically tried to stay on her, curling its paws in the rings pierced around the Black’s ribs along her back. More vigorous and painful shaking made it fall, yelping in frustration. Freed from the little devils, Ayala began to toil forward, dragging the heavy ball behind her, bracing on her pain-transfixed feet. Her dark skin was glistening with sweat and grease as she struggled under the hot sun. Her muscles were bulging as she earned every centimetre with more pain, sweat and blood. Her half-blind eyes seemed focused on the finish line, still so far ahead. She could barely see where Aurelia was, but the barking of the dogs where leading her.
In spite of the pain throbbing in her whole body, she kept walking, surrounded by a horde of little dogs. The distance between her and Aurelia was closing as the poor spy was painfully yanked by her stretched tongue. But suddenly Ayala was stopped short in her track by a lightning of agony in her crotch. One of the little dogs had just found one of the rings dangling at the end of her grotesquely elongated nether lips, and it had grabbed it in its fangs. It was now yanking on it playfully. Ayala’s legs began to shake as the pain overwhelmed her. A long, coarse moan escaped her muffled mouth. She fell to her knees and her heavy boobs bounced under her, weighed down by the spike, until her pierced nipples touched the hot sand. The dog kept pulling at the ring, stretching the labia even further, growling all along.
Joyce had to take a decision: Helping Ayala or running towards the finish line? The Black girl was suffering on the ground, surrounded by a pack of hungry, aggressive dogs. She could see that as dog was roughly pulling about Ayala's extremely stretched labia, while other dogs attacked the woman's face, fighting for the dead hand. Joyce was shocked. She had to fight against her own dogs too, her feet, ankles and shins, not to mention her arms and wrists were bleeding from the numerous attacks done by the hungry dogs, but what she was seeing made her retch and puke.
The little dog yanking on Ayala's horribly tortured an unnaturally extended pussy lips had succeeded and the Black's flesh started to stretch beyond its natural limits. Long, red slits started to appear around the middle of the thin labia and soon the flesh began to tear.
Ayala screamed to the top of her lungs while contorting her arms and fingers in a vain attempt to protect her pudenda. The pain between her thighs was driving her crazy with pain, destroying all her concentration.
Meanwhile, two other dogs attacking Ayala's face managed to bite deep into the rotting hand portruting from her mouth and they fought against the woman's teeth, yanking the hand out of her mouth. Ayala's hoarse screams was too terrible to listen but Joyce had no choice but to listen and watch. One of the dogs also bit a small chunk out of Ayala's mouth and lips, and when the two dogs ran away with their trophy dragging the chain behind them, Joyce could see that they also torn off the tip of Ayala's tongue. Blood poured from the wounded Black's mouth and when the chain finally stretched again her mutilated tongue, the root of the chain was ripped through the remaining of Ayala's tongue. The poor Black vomited blood and as her mouth was free to open she screamed out in such a loud and horrible voice that Joyce's blood froze for a second.
Joyce just had passed Ayala and was staring at the pitifully moaning, bleeding woman. She thought that Ayala had finished her race. But, to Joyce’s utter surprise and terror, Ayala opened her blind eyes and shook her body. Despite her terrible condition, she forced herself onto her knees. Blood was pouring from her mutilated mouth and from hear half-torn labia, but the Black slowly stood up...
In the mean time, Aurelia was desperately trying to follow the dog that was yanking cruelly on the chain hooked to her tongue. Whenever the pets where heading away from the finish line, she tried to scare them in another direction but they rarely felt concerned by her frantic roars. The young spy felt as if her tongue was going to be torn from her throat. But she knew very well that the tongue was a strong muscle, not that easily dealt with. The two dogs kept leaping at each other as they tried to rip the rotten hand for themselves. As they fought, they ate bites of decomposed flesh from it.
At some point, as they were struggling together, each one pulling in a different direction, Aurelia managed to come close enough to get some slack in the chain. She had been looking for that opportunity for long, cruel minutes. Instantly, she stepped on the chain, pinning it into the sand. She was now once again controlling it, while the dogs where fighting and yanking on the hand at the other end. She began to fight with them, trying to kick them with her other foot. She yelped in agony as this brought tremendous agony in her tortured feet. But she knew she had to do it. She could see Ayala and Joyce coming her way. The two seemed to have concluded an alliance and Aurelia felt that she would have to fight them both if ever they managed to reach her.
She knelt down, trapping the tongue chain under her left knee, bringing her face at the level of the dogs. Then she began to fight with them with the same weapons: her fangs. The dogs were not used to such attacks from human beings. She bate one of them in the middle of its back, making it to yelp in pain and surprise. She tore a bit of skin and hair from its back before letting go. The pet flew away, whining, terrorised. Aurelia turned to the remaining dog and bate it as well, producing the same reaction. She spat hair and blood and crouched over the rotten hand, which was now covered with dog’s saliva and sand. Without losing a second, she sank her fangs into the putrid flesh and got back on her throbbing feet, the hand once again held transversally in her mouth.
Joyce was walking away from the zombie-like Ayala. She was too much terrified, she was too much shocked. She could see that Aurelia had finally freed herself from the attacking dogs and had got back the rotten hand into her mouth. Joyce could never have hoped that she could run so long while the dogs were tearing at her hands and fingers. She was bleeding and sweating but the finish line was getting closer and closer. Joyce was praying and hoping that somehow she might be allowed to overrun the grotesquely mutilated Ayala, the strong Aurelia and somehow reach the finish line in first position.
Jennifer was standing on the sideline, between Ayala and Aurelia and talked fast. There was too much happening to cover everything. She was glad that she had been dragged out of her bed so early. The show that those bitches were giving was beyond her best hopes.
“Slave Ayala is wounded, but she is free from her tongue-chain. She is freed from her tongue, to be specific! She is about 10 metres behind Aurelia who is leading the race. The slave Aurelia has just intimidated the dogs - I've never seen anything like that - and she is trying to find her balance again. The slave Joyce is somewhere in between her opponents; she's dragging her ball in a very uncomfortable way and I can see that her hands are bloody red from the continuous doggie attacks, but she also seems very determined. Who will win this fantastic race? What a fight!”
Aurelia was dragging on her ball as fast as she could. The dogs were leaving her alone by now. They had learned the lesson. They had turned themselves against less dangerous preys, swarming around the Black and the Blonde. This was giving her and advantaged over them and she was decided to make good use of it. She could hear Joyce’s panting and Ayala’s moaning but she kept focused on the finish line, which was now almost in reach. She looked deeper into her body and managed to gather some extra energy. She walked faster; actually, she was almost jogging now, yanking on the ball to keep it rolling behind her. The distance between Joyce and her increased. Finally, with a scream of victory, she crossed the finish line. Exhausted, her feet in a marmalade of agony, she spat the rotten hand and let herself fall on the ground, on her back, panting hard, her proud breasts heaving up and down on her chest.
A couple of black-leather clothed, muscular men arrived to the panting slave. One of them kicked a dog in the head as it was sneaking too close. They grabbed Aurelia's shoulders and dragged the girl towards the end of the Arena, where the glass cylinders were standing already filled up with different amounts of yellowish, whitish liquids produced by the horny spectators. Aurelia had to pull her legs under her body as the rough dragging made the needles in her feet to knock against her bones and caused extreme pain even though the race was over for her.
The spectators’ attention was now entirely focused on the duel between Ayala and Joyce. Actually, there was little suspense now as the Black’s strength was obviously bleeding out fast. Each of her steps seemed to ask more energy from her. Her feet seemed heavier and heavier and the pain caused by the nasty needles was now almost unbearable. Ayala began to stagger. Her footing was unsure, she was badly limping. Realising she was weaker, the dogs gained in audacity and fierceness, leaping at her, biting her calves and thighs with their tiny jaws.
Joyce realized two things. One of them was delightful but the other was very bad. Ayala's condition and her desperate fight against the little demons made it clear to Joyce that the Black was no more an opponent. That was good. She would have felt pity for the horribly mutilated woman, but Joyce had no other choice but to concentrate on her own misery. She saw Aurelia crossing the finish line and falling on the ground. The bad thing was that Joyce had lost the race. She was shocked again, because she had quite clear a vision of what her owner would prepare for her. She felt terrified but the aching pain reminded her not to stop. Pain, even more pain was awaiting her after she returned to her sadistic master, but beyond the finish line some temporary relief was to be received. She cried and forced herself to push her limits, heading towards the line. And the line was getting closer and closer.
Way behind along the race track, Anet had somehow climbed over the stone obstacle where Kelly was awaiting her, thrusting out her breasts and swinging the flame-thrower's shaft in front of her. She smiled at Anet with a predatory grin and raised the shaft's end where the bluish flame was burning.
“Should I help you some more or do you know what to do?” she asked and Anet surprisingly knew her task. She headed towards the finish line, where Joyce had just fallen on the ground, exhausted, panting. Some of the dogs that were busy with Ayala's body realized there was a new target and began to run towards the terrified Anet. All of them sidestepped Kelly. They had learnt a long time ago what was the difference between a helpless slaves and the proud woman holding the burning shaft in her hands. A small pack of dogs attacked Anet all at once, striking her feet, ankles and the rotting hand hanging between Anet's legs, at the end of her tongue. And Anet started to scream and scream again, her tongue was stretched out of her mouth within a moment as three dogs started to fight for the tasty, soft human limb. Kelly just walked to the side line; she knew exactly that for a while her role was over.
Meanwhile, Ayala was abundantly drooling rosy, bubbly saliva. She was getting completely disorientated. Her madly swinging and bouncing breasts, stretched down by the heavy spike, seemed to yank her down at each step. She lifted was not lifting her feet anymore: she was dragging them through the sand. Each step was a renewed battle against her pain, her exhaustion and her fear; a battle that she fought with decreasing hope. The little dogs were driving her crazy with pain. Her tired, excruciating feet stumbled and she fell, face first into the sand. Immediately the swarm of little dogs jumped on her body. The dust filled her mouth, her nostrils, her burning eyes, making her completely blind. She found the strength to lift her torso, relieving some of the pain her breasts were feeling, crushed as they were under her chest. She dragged her right leg under her to stand up, but a terrier found it funny to grab her Achilles’ tendon ring and yank on it. Her breast spike was preventing the Black wreck from rolling over. She contorted her body in a half circle, trying to scare the little dog from her foot while kicking it with her free leg. The dog ran away with nerve-exasperating yelps. The canine swarm was whirling around her, barking excitedly at her. She shook her shoulders and, in an ultimate bounce of energy, succeeded in getting back on her sore feet.
She was now completely lost. She turned around from left to right and right to left, trying to determine where she had to go. Her sand-filled, burning eyes were now useless. She heard distinct moaning and rattling of chains and started to walk again in that direction. Alas, Joyce had passed the finish line while Ayala was still struggling with the dogs. She was now resting on the floor, immobile and silent. The sounds that the black slave was now following were produced by Anet. She was walking in the wrong direction! Each painful step was now increasing the distance to her goal, at the same time as it was sucking her energy. And all the while, the dogs kept whirling around her, ensuring she would have no chance to realise her mistake.
The dog that had stolen the rotten hand from Anet began to run, and the poor girl had no other option but to follow the speedy little devil, shrieking at the top of her lungs as her tongue was almost ripped out, as her burnt feet were forced to take the internal pressure and sharp pain radiating from its interior not to mention the pain caused by her broken toe. She was jumping mainly on one foot instead of running, but at least she was producing the fastest movement since the race had started. Anet was in too much pain to be able to realize anything but, led by the fighting dogs, she was running towards the totally blind, tottering Ayala.
Anet managed to keep her balance for a surprisingly long time, but finally she lost her step and fell onto the ground with a loud bang, next to Ayala. She was screaming pitifully and as the dogs did not stop at all, the chain tightened to its maximum. Anet's tongue was stretched out from her mouth as far as it was anatomically possible, the plasma screen showed that inhumanly agonizing moment, when her tongue reached its maximum length. Anet's screams were so high-pitched that they were more squeaks than screams. The little dogs were yanked backwards when there was no more stretching possible. Sick noises of tearing muscles were gurgling out of Anet's mouth, and suddenly her tongue was ripped in two halves, the hook piercing her flesh having torn itself through the flexible flesh.
Ayala sensed that someone was screaming next to her in the sand. And her pain-crazed, hopeless, haunted mind could figure out only one way out of her distress. There was only one chance for her to avoid being the ultimate loser... She also realised that she had been walking in the wrong direction. With nobody to indicate her the direction to follow, she understood that she would need Anet’s eyes to guide her. She crawled towards the young, whining Blonde and tried to grab the chain connected to Anet’s ball.
But gone was the proud Ayala of the beginning of the race. By then, she was still able to impose respect to a frail Anet. But now, she was just a blind, exhausted, suffering wreck and even Anet was not impressed anymore. The pain throbbing in her broken thumb toe was reminding her that Ayala had showed no pity to her when her roles had been reversed. Anet, now freed from the embarrassment of the tongue chain, and in spite of the dire pain in her wounded mouth, managed to get on her kneels. The blind Ayala was just behind her, holding her ball chain in her deformed hands. The Blonde fumbled behind herself with her bound hands, found Ayala’s breast spike and grabbed it.
“Leave me alone now, you Nigger!” she growled while twisting cruelly the spike. Ayala’s breasts were stretched around, one up and the other down, pulled by the painful bar. She screamed and immediately let go of the chain. Her widely stretched, uncontrollable anus let fall a turd and she collapsed on the ground, moaning. Anet stood up on her throbbing feet and turned around the Black suffering body. She was presenting such a pathetic spectacle. The muscle monster, the proud woman was reduced to a writhing heap of suffering flesh.
Anet grabbed her own ball and lifted it off the ground.
“Remember what you did to me, earlier?” she asked, a mad grin on her delicate face.
Ayala shook her blind face, unable to defend herself, unable to see what was happening, utterly defeated by the weakest of all the opponents she had faced during her career as an arena slave. Then Anet let her ball fall from 30 centimetres high, right upon Ayala’s toes. The helpless, defeated Black arched her body, screaming to the top of her exhausted lungs. Anet did it again, and again, hearing the sound of tiny bones been crushed to a pulp. Finally, once she was sure that not toe was left intact, she got out of her violent fury.
“See you in the loser cage, you Nigger!” Anet said as she walked towards the finish line. She was now sure that the Black could not outrun her. With no more delicacy to hope for, many of the dogs were now fighting each other for the remnants of Anet’s rotten hand and tongue. The remaining ones, ignoring Anet, were swarming around the helpless Ayala, gnawing at her crushed toes.
As Anet headed towards the finish line, Kelly was getting closer to the new last girl of the race, her blue flame glowing happily. Finally she was going to have some real rough flesh to burn.
Joyce had crossed the finish line, and this was one of the happiest moments in her young life when she could finally fall into the sand and the attacking dogs were kicked away by the masked guards. She was also - just as Aurelia - dragged towards the glass cylinders but Joyce felt relief after the vicious dogs were left behind her. No more scratching against her bleeding hands, no more pain in her throbbing feet. She raised her feet in the air while being taken by her shoulders.
Anet followed them and soon she reached the line, winning the third place. She started to cry again from happiness. Her dumb, young mind did not realize the consequences of being only the third. All she could think about was that the burning and never-ending pain in her feet were finally over.
Meanwhile Kelly stepped to Ayala and the Blonde's beautiful face was contorted in cruel, sadistic lust. Kelly loved to torture black meat. She was not only heartless and depraved but also racist. As she approached the whining, blind woman, the dogs ran away. They knew very well the demonic faced beauty and her hissing flamethrower so all of them preferred to retreat from the wounded piece of living meat. Kelly looked on Ayala's body and licked her lips. She wanted to leave Ayala in a condition that would make it possible to race in the Final Screams Arena, but she was also burning with the desire to torture her and make her inhumanly suffer.
“You have lost, Nigger! You have fucking lost, you have become the worst of all and have your body ruined beyond usability. You have no value anymore! You're just a piece of crippled, wounded, bleeding shit! You're nothing, no more a woman but only stinking black body, totally useless! I know your Master very well, and as after this lovely race your market value became zero dot zero, he will surely do me a little favour. You will participate in the next Frying Pan race and will die there suffering the most horrible fate human can ever face! But you have some more tasks to do till then. Losers must receive their punishments! Ohhh... I've almost forgot, you're not yet a loser. You will only become one after crossing the finish line. Only twenty meters... but what a long time you'll need to get there! CRAWL!” Kelly mocked and threatened Ayala finishing her monologue with a loud shout. And Ayala's nightmare with the most degrading acts possible went on. Kelly kicked Ayala's ass with the pointed tip of her high heels, and aimed the flame to that spot where her kick had landed. Ignoring the Black's pitiful protests she kicked her again on her bruised thigh and burnt that spot. And Ayala forced herself onto her knees - twisting her muscular body like a snake - and tried to crawl away from the hysterically laughing Kelly.
“CRAWL BITCH, CRAWL!” Kelly shrieked and kicked Ayala's ribs making the rings to clang. The flame kissed the black skin and Ayala screamed, gargling on her own blood. The needles were still embedded deep in her feet, every bone in her toes were broken so even crawling on her knees made every centimetre painful beyond human limits. But the hellish kisses of Kelly's flame were even worse, and Ayala totally lost her senses. All she wanted was to avoid the burning pain, to slide away from the heat; she wanted to die, to make the suffering over. But Kelly had quite different plans for her. It was easy to shepherd the whining, screaming, vomiting Ayala, she was reduced to the level of the simplest living creatures. She crawled always to the opposite direction from the last burning came, and Kelly found great fun in coaxing Ayala towards the finish line. She burnt her back, shoulders, ribs, thighs, shins and soles multiple times. Several of the spectators stood up and cheered for both Kelly and Ayala, loud applause, laughter and mocking shouts could be heard from the ringside.
And Ayala finally made it; she crawled through the line, blind, not even realizing what had happened. Round of applauses shook the Arena when she finally fell into the sand, panting and squeaking, her muscular body was trembling in total pain and total exhaustion. Kelly made a low bow towards the spectators and smiled as if she had just won an Oscar award.
“And Slave Ayala made it finally, the race is over!” covered Jennifer the happenings. “I must tell you, this was one of the best races I've ever witnessed in the Pain-bringer Arena! All who stayed at home should feel sorry for missing this fantastic competition. It was obviously the last race here for an old slave, who retires as an ultimate loser. We've met with a totally worthless slave, who should be displayed in a snuff exhibition in the main square. But we also met two worthy slaves, Joyce and Aurelia, who both gave us a great show. The winner slave, Aurelia, seems to be a great talent, or I risk saying, the greatest talent for a long time. I'm pretty sure we'll see her in a dozen of upcoming races! Let's see the epilogue, when the participants have to face their popularity containers!”
Ayala was dragged by her arms towards the cylinders where her three adversaries had already been strapped. They threw her limp body on a large horizontal tree trunk. Her wrists were strapped on each side of it, above her head, while her wrists were similarly strapped so as to stretch her, facing the sky. A fifth strap was tightened around her forehead so as to prevent any movement. Finally, a cloth peg was clamped on her nose, flattening her flaring nostrils and forcing her to breathe through her mouth.
All four slaves were similarly strapped tightly on tree trunks, her face below their respective cylinder. The glass tubes were about two metres above their face. A flexible hose ending in a wide, pear-shaped, hollow dildo hanged from them. Aurelia’s and Joyce’s bottles were mostly white. Anet’s one was of a transparent yellow shade, while Ayala’s was a mix. All four cylinders were full, amounting to a five-litre content. The dildoes were forced into their mouths and strapped in place. Four cameras were closing in on their anguished faces. Then Kelly opened all cylinders.
Immediately the dubious liquid began to pour down the hoses. Aurelia felt it entering the back of her mouth and pressing downwards. The pressure was too high to do anything. Moreover, she was terribly aware that she would have to swallow the full content before being allowed to breathe again. So she put herself to the foul task of gulping down the sticky, nauseating fluid. She gulped and gulped, her eyes fixed on the cylinder above her. Her stomach was soon filled with the smelly sperm and started to flow back up her throat into her mouth and nostrils. All openings being hermetically sealed, and as the pressure was not lowering, her stomach began to distend, her belly to swell. Pain was now added to the anguish of air deprivation.
All four slaves’ bellies were bloated grotesquely, filled with the foul gifts from their spectators. Still they kept swallowing more eagerly, as if it was the most delicious brew they had ever drunk. At last, the cylinders were emptied. Aurelia took several deep breaths, relishing the fresh air filling once more her burning lungs. Still she felt sick and nauseous. Her belly was bloated as if she was four-month pregnant and she felt the urge to puke it all. She vomited a bit but as it filled her mouth, her breathing once again was cut. She hastily drunk it all back and now devoted all her attention into keeping it down.
The four slaves were left there for 15 minutes, until they all had learned to control her vomiting reflex and most of their beverage had left their stomachs to fill their bowels. Only then were the poor exhausted slaves freed from the trunks. Kelly began to pull out the needles from the tormented feet, she used pincers, grabbed the tips and with fast, powerful yanks she freed the feet from the pain-generating simple tools. She did that with six feet, but two remained fancied with the needles. The losers' fate.
Kelly stepped to the horribly tormented Black girl, she barked a command and one of the guards forced Ayala's mouth open by grabbing her fat lips. A quite big portion of her lower lip was missing just as the tip of her tongue, both wounds were still bleeding slightly though the thick lawyer of whitish cum coating salved the bloody holes. Kelly held the red hot nozzle of her torch to Ayala's lower lip, the hot metal sizzled and some smoke emerged. Ayala squeaked and tensed against the guard but she was held tightly. Kelly repated the process on Ayala's tongue, cauterizing the wound, stopping the bleeding and causing almost unbearable pain to the heavily mutilated and mentally destroyed slave. Puffs of smoke raised from the girl's mouth and while she was screaming with fluttering nostrils small puffs of smoke found their way through her nose too. Finally the masked guards placed a wide choking collar once again around Ayala’s neck. The loser’s collar as it was nicknamed. The same one they had all experienced before the race.
As soon as it began to constrict the Black’s throat and windpipe, she opened wide her mouth, begging for something to be shoved in her throat to allow her to breath. The guard comforted her by shoving the handle of his whip far into her throat. The thick leather object stretched her tissues so that, when the man yanked it off, some air was allowed to pass. Ayala took several deep breaths. As her throat constricted slowly under the pressure of the collar, her breathing got more hissing and laboured. One minute later, she was strangling once again and begging for release. The guard laughed and this time he shoved a long, hollow, wooden dildo down her throat. This one allowed the miserable girl to breathe freely.
“Now, I advise you not to lose your little friend, if you don’t want to die a slow, horrible death” he mocked, tapping gently on the end of the dildo. “Now, let’s go to the slave pits. I believe their feet need a thorough washing.”
“Go Tony, start the punishment! I will find you and take the remains of the hands with me, between two feet Ayala will surely like eating something not only licking dirt.” Kelly said to the guard before she turned back to other three girls. Big mugs of warm fat were waiting for Anet and Joyce. After litres of cum and piss their stomachs were still to be challenged.
Chapter XIII – Ayala's punishment
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Ayala was led out by a muscular, hideous mask-wearing male guard. His name was Tony, and Tony just loved his work. He was only 25-year-old but despite his age, he had already spent more than six years in the French foreign legion. His heart had been killed, he had seen so many cruelty and inhuman, soulless acts during his stay in Africa that nothing could ever reach his conscience. He had become heartless and cruel himself, and females were nothing more than animals who must be treated as such; especially the Black ones. He had learnt that Ashagen contained two types of females: The citizens and the slaves, and the first category was taboo. He often felt an almost invincible urge to beat Kelly to a bloody pulp. The shapely bottomed blonde's provocative behaviour was a great turn-on to him and fuelled his sadistic lust, but fortunately Tony had hundreds of other women to play with so he could hold his dangerous attitude back. Slaves were nothing. Unfortunately the rest of the slaves in the Arena's pits belonged to other citizens so too heavy treatment was not allowed, but in special cases it wasn't a problem if he broke the limits. And the Black bitch who was stumbling along on her needle-pierced and severely-burnt feet was the kind of slave that was intended to be roughly treated. Really rough! And Tony liked that.
After a long walk for Ayala that covered only a short distance, they entered the first pit, under the auditorium. Ayala's feet were almost totally incapable of carrying her weight. They had only walked ten metres when the Black slave fell on the ground and was unable to stand up again. They were still in the Arena and the spectators who were waiting for the next race found great pleasure in mocking the unfortunate woman. Tony had to remove the needles from Ayala's feet, because she was in too much pain and Tony had no intention of carrying her heavy body. Once all needles had been dropped in the sand, Ayala could make it again, stood up and headed towards the entrance of the pits, but her walk remained crippled, and very funny for several spectators and Tony too.
The first pit was a small and narrow, windowless room, with only a few lamps providing a dim light. The stench was awful for Tony, but Ayala, who had spent days in places like this and had just been forced to keep a rotting hand in her mouth, had been forced to drink litres of stinky piss and mixed cum, smelled nothing. Her olfactory receptors had been snuffed long time ago.
Six cubic cages were hanging from the ceiling, and every cage contained one body. Six human males, six men were caged there. Their legs were hanging under the cages from knee down through the spaces between the bars, their toes were about half a metre above the floor. The cages were too small for the muscular and seemingly young men; they were forced into the cages in obviously painful positions, arms, backs, chests and faces were pushed against the cold metal bars. Their testicles were also hanging under the cages. Sharply serrated alligator clips were attached to the skin of their sacks, and big iron balls were hanging from them. The sacs were stretched to their limits and it seemed that they had elongated proportionally to the time spent. One of the men had such extremely-stretched sacs that his testicles were hanging at almost the same level as his feet. Blood was dripping from the sacs and all six men were moaning pitifully. The stone floor under the cages was blackened, a clear proof of former fires lit on those spots. Two guys' feet were full of blisters and reddened and even blackened spots. Strange, yellowish fluids were leaking from the popped blisters and the skin was peeling off on big spots.
Tony playfully tapped Ayala's throat dildo and suddenly slapped her so hard, that the woman fell onto the ground and a new bruise started to form on her cheek.
“Here they're. You will be their foot slave for the upcoming hours. You're going to lick all these twelve feet until they're polished shiny and glistening like clean gold. Meanwhile I might fuck your ass, supposing I can withdraw that tube from it.”
With that, he pulled the hollow dildo out of her mouth and gave it to the man locked in the first cage. The prisoner took the dildo avidly, his tired eyes glowing as they starred at the Black’s squatting body. “Come here, baby. Suck on my feet if you want your toy back.”
Ayala’s eyes grew wide as the dildo was yanked from her throat. She could already feel her throat tightening. She immediately force herself to straighten up on her knees. With her arms chained in her back and the heavy bar passing through her breasts weighing her down, it was not an easy task, but she had grown used to it and had reached a decent level of proficiency. Groaning continuously, the bar and her breasts bouncing, the rings of her elongated inner lips rattling on the floor, she crawled towards the first cage.
The man was stinking like nothing she had ever smelled. It felt horrid even to her saturated smell receptors. These men had probably not bathed in one year. Sweat and filth was literally dripping from them. Putting her disgust aside, Ayala opened wide her mouth and shoved the left foot into her mouth. Gagging, she tried to push it as far as she could, forcing her own jaws apart, stretching her cheeks, until she could feel the toes pressing against her throat. She pushed further and managed to widen her slowly constricting gullet. Retching, she pulled her head backwards, pulling the feet out. A thread of saliva linked her lips to the toes. She breathed as deeply as she could and then began to lick the foot. She passed her tongue between the toes, under the sole, over the foot. As her breath was once again reduced to a trickle, she rapidly switched to the next foot and shoved it deep into her throat, widening her gullet once more.
This was the moment Tony chose to attack her from behind. He shoved two fingers in her rectum and hooked them to the corkscrewed piece of steel that was keeping her anus gaping. He yanked on it with all his strength, with no other result than extracting a long scream of pain from the poor black slave. Tony had then to cope with it and just pushed his hard cock into her hole. This one was sufficiently narrow to pleasure his cock. After a couple of minutes of hard humping, Tony came into the Black’s rectum, filling her with his sperm. Satisfied, he left the cell, leaving Ayala to perform her duties alone.
Ayala worked hard on the man’s foot while she could still breathe more or less freely. Once the foot was shining with her saliva, she looked upward and asked: “Please, give me back my dildo so that I can go to the next cage.”
The man grinned and answered: “See my balls? They need some washing too. Then I’ll give you back your toy.”
Ayala growled but she had no other option but to comply. She shoved once more the foot into her throat to widen her gullet. She took several deep breaths and then brought her face to the dangling testicles. She swallowed them, retching at the salty, sweaty, hairy thing. But then, instead of licking the filthy sacs, she clenched her teeth on them and mumbled around them: “Gimme ‘ack ‘y ‘ildo!” She punctuated her order with a threatening yank on the already stretched balls. Several of Ayala's teeth were broken or missing but that made her bite even more painful for the prisoner, the sharp edges of the broken teeth cut the surface of the sacs easily and made the man groan in pain.
“Stoooop! Stooop you fucking bitch! Releaseeee meeeeee!” the man shrieked as Ayala tightened the grip, drawing blood from the already tortured and unnaturally stretched sacs. The man was shaking inside his small cage, the pain caused by Ayala made him drop the dildo, which fell and landed right in front of the girl with a loud, rattling sound.
Ayala let go of the bruised testicles and threw herself eagerly on the tubular dildo. She had to push her face against the floor, like a pig looking for truffles, to be able to grab the thick dildo, first with her lips, then with her teeth. Then, she rested the dildo’s handle against a seam in the floor to push it up her mouth and into her throat. Immediately fresh air flowed into her longing lungs and she let out a sigh of relief.
Sid was smiling widely. He was only twenty years old and had been a slave of Ashagen for more than a year. He used to be a model and had caught the attention of someone. He had been kiddnapped and taken to the city where Sid's life had changed drastically. Around 80 percents of the slaves were females but sometimes male slaves were recruited too, as several of Ashagen's citizens loved both sex, only a few of them were drawn solely to men. Sid was straight in the beginning but he had met so many weird people in Ashagen that his sexual affinity had soon changed to bisexual. He was simply raped too many times in the ass or in the mouth that he got used to the sight, touch, taste and smell of cocks.
Whatever, the horribly tortured and modified body of the Black slave squatting under his buddy excited Sid. Before he was dragged to Ashagen Sid had considered himself as a normal guy without perversions. After one year in the city he was trained to think much differently.
Sid was old furniture in the PainBringer Arena, his tasks were taking part in different kinds of torture games where the competitors had to endure sexual abuses and those acts were made by slaves, mainly because of risks that would not be taken by protected citizens. So Sid had seen hundreds of different torture and rape games during his stay in the Arena. He had been an active participant of those often disgusting and inhumanly degrading acts, and his once healthy mind had slowly deformed. He had become similar to the citizens, his sadistic and perverted side awoke and was let to rage. Hanging in a tiny cage or being immobilized in any other position was not fun. Torturing and fucking other unfortunate slaves became the goal of his life, the only thing that could make him feel alive and happy. His only entertainment was in the hell created by Kelly and her companions. So Sid was staring with lustful eyes at the Black bitch polishing the smelly feet, and sick thoughts were swirling in his mind.
When the Black finally got back her throat dildo and crawled towards him, Sid smiled wildly. He wiggled his toes and a fantasy flashed through his mind: his whole foot was pushed deep inside the bitch's rectum and he could felt the warmness of her body. Sid had not got any kindness, any comfort from Kelly. He had only got pain, suffering, degradation and humiliation, so the upcoming act of having his feet licked and sucked by a woman made him happy and he could hardly wait for the act to begin.
“You're so pretty, black flower!” he greeted Ayala. Sid was dirty, his had been handsome once but that year had made him look like a bum, or even worse, like Quasimodo.
Ayala glared at him over her mouth distorted by the penis-gag as she crawled towards him. Arrived under his cage, she put the gag on the floor, carefully letting it stand on its butt so that it would be easier later to recover it. Already she could feel the anguishing sensation of her throat tightening. She was such a wreck, slave to so dull a device as this hollow gag. These thoughts made her furious.
“Shut up! Black flower, my ass! I have a job to do and I'll do it fast and well. That's all” she spat angrily.
“Come ooon! Why are you soo rough? We have the same interest here...”
“We don't. You are here snoozing in your cage while I have to wash your feet. You have no idea how it feels to have your body loaded with metal and aching with every move. Now, hold your feet still or I chew your fucking balls as I did with your buddy there!” Ayala answered, her voice changing slowly as her throat constricted.
“As you wish! You can tear my balls and fucking slurp all my blood, but I won't be such a coward as Hank! Now give me that shit or I call for the guard!”
“Gimme your feet and stop talking!” Ayala in a strange, half-whispering voice. Anxiousness could be read on her ring-covered face.
“Now... unfortunately I'm missing a nice pedicure for almost a year or so...” he said and wiggled his toes. His toenails were long, shattered, covered with dirt and yellowish. His toes were also hairy and dirty, calluses and small mounds of fungous infections covered the skin. “As you're the very first person in a long time who could give me some kind treatment please, soften up those horn and bite off my toenails first... I want to be a pretty guy again!” he said and smiled like and idiot, wiggling his toes in front of Ayala's face.
Ayala was hating it, but the relentless pressure on her throat, her breathing that had already begun to hiss left her no choice. She had been given a task and she knew there would be no rest for her until she had completed it. And she would need rest for the on-coming Final Screams show. She eagerly swallowed Sid's foot until she could feel his toes stretching her wind pipe. Her ringed nostrils flared as she filled her lungs with the smelly air surrounding the man's filthy, cheesy feet. With her lungs satisfied, she started to lick and suck on the toes and foot pads, coating them in her sparse saliva.
Ayala got busy enough with her disgusting task. Sid's stinking toes stunned not only her smelling senses but her ears too, as her desperate attempts of keeping the toes deep inside her throat made her listening to her blood running in her own veins. She did not hear when the cell's door was reopened and Tony returned with seven awfully dirty, hairy and stinking male slaves from a neighbour cell. All newcomer men were naked, their bodies were covered with bruises, wounds, burn marks and they were covered in their own excrement. Their big toes were missing and some of the new guys had still leaking, purulent wounds where the toes had been. Their wrists were chained together against their chests, but no other device or mutilation restricted their movement. One after the other they marched into the cell, staring with craving eyes at the kneeling, foot throating Black.
“Gentlemen!” Tony shouted and Ayala finally recognized that the room was filled. “After your success yesterday in breaking those bitches in the Arena, I grant you a reward. This shit here is Slave Ayala, loser of the previous game. Her task is to clean EVERY foot in the stables... including yours. Feel free to take your time with her and enjoy that meaty body of hers! Go! Work!” he ordered and the seven freaks groaned in excitement. All of them were missing their tongues but their teeth were flashing wildly as they grinned and walked towards Ayala. None of them could run without big toes, but as they got through the short distance from the door to the terrified Ayala, their cocks were rock hard. Strong hands grabbed the helpless girl's shoulders and yanked her from Sid's feet.
Ayala grunted in sheer terror at the sight of the pitiful wrecks that were now attacking her. She realised that she was even more a wreck than them and that there was no way she could protect herself against their assaults. One of them had already taken possession of the hollow penis-gag she had carefully put on the floor. She struggled with all her might but chained and pierced as she was, and with so many hands pulling on her limbs and hair, there was little she could do.
Ayala was forced onto her back and one greasy foot on her forehead pinned her head to the cold floor. Another foot was forced deep inside her mouth, stretching her fat, wounded lips widely. She gagged on it, feeling her jaws parted painfully wide. The stench was tremendous. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to shake her head free. The foot pressing against her forehead was half blocking her sight.
Her legs were raised high and immobilized by strong arms while a kneeling slave yanked the tube out of Ayala's black pussy. Blood, dirt and unidentified body fluids sprayed into all direction as the long time ago embedded iron was finally removed from her tortured hole. She howled in deep agony and her strong body arched and bucked against the damp floor. She felt too other slaves seizing the ends of her breast spike and holding her down with it.
The slave with the longest, really threatening-sized cock knelt in front of the Black woman's trembling crotch and pumped his member deep inside the well-stretched but sore and bleeding cunt. Ayala's screamed in anger and agony, the muscles bulging under her black, greasy skin. She wanted to beg them to stop, to remind them they were all slaves and should not abuse each other, but all she could was slurp the dirty foot raping her mouth while trying to steal some fresh air whenever the foot left enough room between it and her stretched, pierced lips.
Another guy stood above Ayala's head and suddenly a strong burst of yellow, stinky piss splashed against Ayala's face, wetting her nose, cheeks and the fellow's foot what was almost ankle deep forced into the poor woman's oral cavity. She moaned under this ultimate degradation. The urine was burning her eyes, filling her nostrils with acrid stench and soaking her hair and face.
The men took turns working on her, never leaving her a chance of getting some rest. One after the other, they emptied their bladders and testicles onto and into her body, filling her with sperm and filth. Her struggles became weaker and weaker as pain and exhaustion were taking their toll. By the time they all had a chance to ejaculate twice into her, she was left on her back, panting heavily, covered with sperm and dripping with urine. One of the males had shoved back her penis-gag to allow her to breathe while they rested.
As she regained some energy, she began to move a little, trying to change her position.
“Look at this lazy bitch!” said Tony. “Resting on the floor instead of working!” With that, he ripped the gag out of her mouth, relishing the look of fear this cruel act arose in her bulging eyes. Holding the gag in clear view, he walked to the opposite side of the cell. “Want your toy? Want to breathe? Just come here, baby!”
Groaning in pain and frustration, and already feeling her throat tightening, Ayala forced her sore limbs to move and contorted herself to a kneeling position. She began to crawl toward the man who was holding her breathing tube, her multiple chains and piercing rattling along the way. As she arrived close to the man, he extended his arms towards her face, as for shoving the gag into her welcoming, sperm-drooling mouth, but at the last moment, he threw the gag away. It bounced against the far wall and fell on the floor.
With a roar of frustration and anger, Ayala turned and began to hurry towards the object that would stretch again her throat which was now only letting a thin trickle of air into her tired lungs. Her knees were raw from so much crawling. Her heavy, weighted breasts were swinging as she forced herself to move forward. All the tongueless, crippled slaves and the others hanging in their small cages burst into roaring laughter as they were watching Ayala's desperate crawling as the poor girl strived to get to the corner where her breathing tube lie on the floor. One of the men who had raped the woman and made her swallow his sturdy foot almost to her stomach decided not to let the slave reach the tool. He suddenly stepped into Ayala's way and kicked her hard in the face, making her nose crack again.
Ayala fell flat on her belly, crushing her spiked breasts under her, moaning and spitting blood. The pressure on her windpipe was scaring her. Her ribcage was pumping hard to force some air into her lungs by now, producing a shrilling hiss. As her attacked limped away, she struggled to her knees once again. The process was horribly painful as she had to brace herself upon the long spike transfixed through her heavy breasts. Also, the rings at the end of her elongated labia invariably got entangled in something, yanking painfully on her sex. By the time she started again her crawling, her throat had closed completely and the desperate heaves of her chest were to no avail. Her eyes began to bulge as she hasted her pace.
Finally, she reached her gag, but just as she was struggling to get it back into her mouth, her butt high in the air and her breasts pressed into the damp floor, another slave found it funny to kick into the filthy dildo, shooting it across the room. Ayala would have screamed in frustration if only her burning lungs and constricted throat had allowed it. Instead, she just produced a strange, gargling groan and started again crawling towards her gag.
Her lungs were burning, her sight was getting tunnelled and darker, panic was pulsating throughout her whole being. Halfway across the cell, her legs denied her support and she crashed on the stone floor. She squirmed there, trying to push herself using only her toes, with little success. Her mouth was gaping wide in her vain attempts to suck air in her longing lungs. Her eyes were bulging out, her face was sheer panic. A black veil descended upon her eyes and a last bout of lucidity made her thank Death to free her from her inhuman fate.
She was awoken with strong slaps on her face. Her eyes blinked open and she realised that the gag was in and that she was breathing freely. Tony was sitting upon her belly, bent over her, looking at her. Her eyes had barely opened that he yanked the penis-gag out of her throat and threw it away.
This cruel game lasted for several cycles of crawling and passing-out. However, the cycles were getting shorter as Ayala's strength declined. The black girl had been turned into a zombie. As the fun decreased accordingly, Tony revived its interest by changing the rule: instead of throwing the gag away, he pushed one of the male slaves on his back, lifted his legs and shoved it into his anus.
“Get it and we'll leave you alone!” her ordered, his command welcomed by a burst of laughter.
Desperately, Ayala crawled to this ultimate humiliation, under the luscious and grinning stares of her fellow slaves. She pressed her face against the sweaty crotch of the slave. Her gag was barely protruding out of his anus. She seized it with her teeth and had to pull hard to get it out. Then she still had to spit it and grab it again from the other end, until she was finally able to press it all the way down her gullet, allowing her aching lungs to fill again.
Tony nodded, he was satisifed with Ayala's treatment. As soon as the woman pushed the tube back into her throat, raping her own windpipe with it, Tony opened the door and shepherded the toeless slaves out of the cell.
“As I see, there are still four pairs of unwashed, hanging feet in this cell, Slave! I'll be back in 10 minutes and want all of those feet glistening and shiny! If I find a single spot, a little piece of dirt on them, you will regret you were born!” he hissed and the cell's door closed with a loud bang.
Ayala, in spite of her exhaustion, tried her best to obey this order. She carefully licked the feet of the remaining caged slaves. Between each cage, she swallowed again her penis-gag and indulged into several lungful of stinking air before working on the next slave. The taste of the recently burnt and almost crispy soles were worse than any other. Ayala had to slurp in the earlier melted and refrozen body fat of the male slaves and big pieces of destroyed, charred pieces of skin were to be bitten off where the blisters had popped. She had never experienced such an awful and putrid taste, it was even worse than keeping the rotting hand in her mouth. Whatever, she kept on licking and sucking and cleaning the dripping, horribly tortured human limbs. All she wanted was the relief of being alone and quit the continous acts of humiliation and torture. She had barely washed the second foot of the last man when the cell door opened again.
Tony arrived and for Ayala’s real terror Kelly followed him. She looked at the blonde demoness with wild open eyes. In the last months of never ending pain and screams, Kelly had caused the most suffering to Ayala, and actually Kelly was the one whose wicked ideas and evil advices had transformed her into the freak she now was. Tony walked behind the Black girl and grabbed her face from both sides, applying heavy pressure to her cheek bones. The breathing dildo portruded grotesquely from her lips, Ayala’s slurping breaths were clearly audible. All of the male slaves became rigid and silent. Kelly’s presence made them shaking in their cages and gave them motivation to avoid attracting any attention. Kelly walked around the room and carefully, very patiently inspected the feet of all prisoners. Suddenly she stepped back and stared at Ayala perplexedly.
„Slave Ayala! You’re disappointing me! You left dirt under this man’s toenails!” Kelly hissed and pointed with her long index finger to Sid’s feet. „What a worthless, lazy bitch you are!” she said and suddenly landed a kick right between Ayala’s breasts, her pointed boot pressured out the air from the girl’s lungs. „Fuck you, cunt!” she slapped Ayala’s face with a second strike, drawing blood with her sharp nails from under the thin skin below Ayala’s eyes.
„Fortunately I don’t need to punish you because of this as you have already deserved the special punishment granted to the loser. I sense you’re not too hungry after swallowing so much sperm, piss, dirt and flakes of skin, but your real „reward” is still on the menu! Two rotten hands and the roasted tits from yesterday’s FinalScream Games are still waiting for you...” she smiled and as she turned around she let the pointed end of her heel sank deep into Ayala’s thigh, drawing blood again.
„Bring her, it’s time to meet her lunch!” she ordered and Tony dragged Ayala to her feet. They left the cell, Kelly was leading the line, Ayala followed behind and Tony was closing the line, entertaining himself by „accidentally” stepping onto Ayala’s heel-rings from time to time. Ayala was limping between them, her back humped because of the weight dangling from her sore breasts, her elongated labia bouncing against her thighs as she walked.
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
The sun was shining brightly, and the exhausted women lay panting in the hot sand for a long, very long time. The needles had already been removed from their aching feet but the burn marks and dozens of bites were still throbbing, not to mention their tortured and aching tongues. Their bellies were bulging from the forced gulping of litres of sperm and piss. Altogether, all three of them had had the worst time of their life. Their hands were chained together behind their back but otherwise no other bondage had been applied. The audience was drinking coctails while several guards started to reshuffle the scenery of the Arena. Another race was about to be arranged and other unfortunate slaves were to suffer inhuman pain and degradation in front of the cumming spectators.
Soon a small electronic cart rolled to the sweating slaves and two leather-clad muscular guard tossed the girls onto the top of the vessel. One of the guards stepped at the rear of the cart and they began their way back to the stables. Joyce was laying next to Aurelia, her pretty face was a mask of misery. She was bathing in her own sweat and a thick layer of sand clave to her shapely body. When their eyes met, Joyce smiled wearily.
’You were great...’ she whispered in a low voice. ’I’m so sorry that I wanted to... you know... hurt you. Usually I don’t... bite the ankles of other girls...’ she said.
“Don't be sorry. It was fair game. I kicked you in the face...” Aurelia answered in the same tone.
’No, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have attacked you...’
“These peoples are driving us crazy... They drag the worst instincts out of us. So much pain, so much cruelty...”
“You’re so nice... these sick bastards transform us into struggling animals! But we need to keep our humanity... at least when we don’t fight...” she whispered, but the guard at the back of the cart caught their sounds.
„Shut the fuck up cunts! Who gave you permission to fucking use your whore mouth??? I'll gut you and make you chew on your own ass!!!” he roared and this quite tough future consequence ended the women’s conversation. But Joyce rubbed her sole against Aurelia’s ankle; that touch had no sexual meaning. Joyce was just terrified and needed someone strong and tough.
The young secret agent touched the Blonde's sole with her toes in a comforting move. In an even lower voice, barely audible even to Joyce, she said: “Collect energy, rest as much as you can. Be ready for an occasion to escape. We might help each other.” She punctuated this exhortation with a blink.
The cart rolled through the dim corridors, passing dozens of heavy wooden doors. They also left three people behind. Aurelia could peek over the small edge of the cart and recognized a guard who was escorting the naked Ayala and the proudly walking Kelly. Kelly waved to the driver who returned the gesture. They finally arrived into a big and suprisingly bright and clean room. A huge and beautiful chandelier was hanging from the centre of the ceiling, and a big, antique, round table stood right under it. The room had marble walls and tessellated pavement. Beautiful, white statues were standing against the walls; most of them illustrated copulating humans and half-human half-animal figures in all possible mix. Several people were sitting around the table, forming a semi-circle, so half of the table remained empty. Glasses, bottles, plates and several trays covered the table, all of them were filled with wine, juice, champagne and fruits, all kinds of mouth-watering foods from lobsters and caviar to roast joints and fancy cakes. The appetizing smell of the rich feast made the girls sigh in craving, but the awful taste of the recently swallowed excrement and sperm reminded them of their position.
In front of the full plates of heavenly dishes, neatly-clothed men and women were sitting, drinking and cheering. The cart stopped and all three girls were kicked in the ribs by the guards.
„Get off, bitches! Get off!” he snarled.
Aurelia got off the cart, looking around herself. She recognized known faces around the table. Somewhere in the middle Tyros was drinking red wine and smiled wildly, he looked quite happy. On his right, Laura was sitting and when her eyes met with Aurelia’s she blinked playfuly. Aurelia also recongized Torana who was talking with an older man, and she also faced the girl called Jennifer, who was standing at the end of the sitting people’s line with a microphone in her thin fingers.
„The loser will arrive soon.” Jennifer told a man who nodded and grinned. So the three girls were standing trembling in front of the Ashagen citizens and the same thought was swirling in their mind; what’s next?
The citizens were chatting and sometimes had a short peek at the slaves, but nobody paid real attention to them. Neither Joyce nor Anet dared to move or say anything, but their terrified face and worrying glances indicated quite clearly who were those among the guests who were their owners or at least with whom they had suffered very very bad experiences. A truly handsome man around the age of forty wearing an elegant and expensive suit was sitting not too far from the trembling slaves, and his steel glances towards Joyce made it clear that he was angry. His cutting eyes promised nothing good for the blonde girl. He even grimaced after gulping down a shot of whiskey and measuring Joyce's sweating body. That almost invisible gesture made the Blonde shake and even moan in low voice. Aurelia heard something and realized that the generally strong-willed girl was pissing herself, a thin stream of yellow urine was flowing down her long legs. Finding Anet's owner was even more simpler: the young girl was almost unable to turn away her pretty face when the old, bearded and very big man grinned at her. She started to sob silently and some tear drops appeared in the corners of her yes. Aurelia felt Laura's eyes gawking at her body from time to time, and even Tyros, who seemed a bit slightly drunk, had short peeks at her. The coldness of these gazes seemed to transfix her heart as they contained as much satisfaction with her victory as a strong desire to torture her. She lowered her eyes and looked down at her toes, trying to let her mind relax. She badly needed to collect her thoughts and mental strength if she was to stay ready to seize any occasion that might present itself.
A minute later, the strange threesome arrived. Ayala looked around. During her gang-rape and humiliation in the male slaves' cell, her face had been washed cleanly with litres of human piss, and her continually gazing, forced-open eyes were blood-red and aching from the acid piss. An Arabian man wearing a turban stood up and walked towards the Black cripple. Tony and Kelly stayed away. The man's face was a mass of cruelty, hatred and anger, as he stared at the poor Ayala for long moments. The girl began to shake almost uncontrollably, despite the horrendous horrors she had faced in the last hours. This man clearly incarnated her worst fears.
“You wreck...” he said in a low but chilly voice. “Useless Afro-American nigger. You have betrayed me. You lost with intent, you shamed me and caused me big money loss...” he counted Ayala's fake sins. The room was totally silent, everyone was listening to Ayala's owner carefully.
Ayala was shaking like a leaf by now. She was barely able to see the man through her urine-burnt eyes but she felt the hate and cruelty radiating from him. Her bowels began to churn and a loud fart left her destroyed anus as a trickle of piss flew down her legs.
The man grimaced in disgust and suddenly spat into Ayala’s face. He kept the distance between them, taking care not to touch the stinking woman.
„You shamed me. So you’ll be punished. Your punishment of being the loser will be executed right now and here. Your punishment of shaming me will be your last punishment ever. You will race in the Final Screams Arena very very soon, and you will die there!” he said and spat into her face again.
Ayala's shoulders dropped. She had known this was going to happen. She had done her best to avoid this fate but now it was on her. Her end was close. She would die the most horrible death, in the utmost cruel way.
He turned around and walked back to his seat. Aurelia caught Kelly’s facial expression; the cruel woman was grinng widely; it was a wide, unnatural and absolutely unfeminine smile; as if she were a cruel child who got a little cat for her birthday, ready to be butchered.
As soon as the man took seat, Jennifer switched on her mic and with a charming smile started to speak, her young, fresh voice filling the hall.
„Citizens of Ashagen! Welcome to this fantastic complimentary feast given in honour of today’s Heavy Feet Race. The Arena’s keeper, Herr Waffer...” an older, thin and tall man wearing an old-fashioned Nazi officer uniform nodded „...was so much delighted after the intensity of the race that he decided to invite you all to this special event. Owners of the participant slaves, friends of the Arena and their friends, you’re all welcome. While we’re eating, the well-deserved punishment of the slaves will be carried out. The newest and seemingly very motivated talent of the arena slaves, slave Aurelia, will help the guards to complete the punishments! Guards! Prepare the slaves! Our beloved guests! Enjoy your meal!” she finished and half a dozen of masked guards stepped to the girls within a moment.
One wooden and very strange device was dragged to the empty side of the huge dining table and was raised onto it. It was an about two-metre-long thing with three horizontal planks placed at three different levels, approximately sixty centimetres high altogether. The ends of the planks were connected by two pairs of metal rods. The lowest plank supported the rods and it was also punctured just as the table below it. Two guards drove huge bolts into the plank, securing the device to the table. The middle and the upper planks could be moved up and down, sliding along the rods. Small locks could secure them in place, blocking any vertical movement. The middle plank was locked about thirty centimetres above the base plank.
Joyce, Ayala and Anet were shepherded to the strange device. The guards forced them onto their knees until their waists were at the level of the table and their breasts rested on the middle plank. Both Joyce and Ayala understood what was coming, only Anet proved to be dumb enough.
„What... what’s this..??” she asked in a trembling voice and only some laughter arrived in a reply from the eating citizens. Two guards loosened the upper plank and let is slide down until it reached the breasts of the slaves. Ayala had by far the largest tits so the plank rested at an angle; but not for long. On both ends, the two muscular men started to push the plank downwards and Ayala’s metal stuffed breasts started to flatten.
Ayala's blood-injected eyes bulged out of her skull as her breasts were flattened. She could feel the glands crushed, squeezed, squashed, imprisoned between the planks and the spikes. Her dark udders were large enough to be ballooning in front of the planks, their skin as taut as a drum's. She let out a long, echoing scream, imitated by her misfortune companions. She contorted her arms in her back to no avail. She was securely stuck to the table by the inhuman vice grip. Her face was almost unrecognizable so much it was deformed by her grimaces of agony.
No matter how small breasts Anet had, she felt them flattened to the point when they were almost as thin as a piece of paper causing her unbelievable agony. Actually, the planks pressured their breasts as flat as Ayala's big boobs the metal spike skewered into those large udders let them, which made Anet's small tits flattened extremely. Joyce suffered the same, her eyes were full of tears and she sobbed loudly. The tips of her medium sized, shapely breasts were portruding from between the closely-locked planks, the bulging part was flattened too but still much rounder. Within a minute they became angry red that soon changed to blue and finally to dark purple. Her nipples stood erect, never in her life had her nipples been filled with high pressure blood so intensely. She had already suffered a lot but having her sensitive tits tortured so cruelly was totally different. Her hands were still chained behind her back just as the other two losers', but she was immobilizied only by her breasts and she had to realize that every tiny move she attempted to make caused immediate and sharp pain in her chest. No matter how painfully were her breasts throbbing, the consequences of wiggling turned the situation even worse.
The girls were facing the eating citizens, who were chitchatting, drinking and swallowing juicy bites while they could amuse themselves at the sight of the crying, suffering slaves. A few minutes later, when the flattened breasts' colour had turned to a sick purple, Kelly arrived holding a big tray. She placed the tray onto the table so everyone could see it. Jennifer gulped down a piece of raw steak and walked beside the kneeling slaves.
“There we are, the punishment is just about to begin” she declared in her microphone, smiling at the feasting people. “In this two, glass bowls we have melted and, as I see, quite hot fat. I was told that the fat was produced from the body of perished slaves, so we can state that slaves Joyce and Anet are going to gulp down a full bowl of hot, human fat very soon” she said while peering at the Arena's keeper who nodded and confirmed that human fat was going to be poured onto the poor girls. “On this plate I see two... very stinking rotting hands, the remnants of another slave and the hands that were used during the race. These disgusting pieces of meat are waiting for slave Ayala to be devoured. Under this lid...” she raised a semi-sphere lid from another plate “..there is a mutilated and half-roasted black tit! My God! I'm afraid it is waiting for Ayala too, am I right?” she asked and Kelly confirmed.
“Slave Aurelia! You're the winner of the race so it's your reward to make these bitches eat and drink what is necessary. Climb onto the table, let the citizens admire your slut body!” she ordered and the guards unchained Aurelia's wrists. she was free to move... but surrounded by several guards and peoples. “Dear Guests! It is slave Aurelia's task to stuff the..errr... let's say dinner into the losers' mouth, but you're also welcome to come here and help the slaves in swallowing their food. There is only one rule; only the owner of a specific slave has the right to permanently hurt or kill her; but otherwise you're free to enjoy their feeding and make them feed faster.” Jennifer finished. She then nodded and a cart was rolled by the slaves. It was full of different kinds of torture equipment. Needles and pins, two leather whips (both designed to cause extreme pain while avoiding too serious damages), some pliers, candles with matches, hooks, straps, chains and cuffs of all kind.
Aurelia caught Laura's eyes again. The blonde dominatrix smiled charmingly and blinked at Aurelia. Her smile was beautiful but somehow wicked. The message was clear: Aurelia was given her first chance to prove how cruel she could be...
Aurelia felt her heart clenching. She was trapped. A quick glance around her had already told her that there was little hope of escaping this place. They were in the dungeons of the arena, which was full of guards and of locked doors. She was alone, naked, exhausted and wounded. She would have to comply with the orders. Her only hope was to convince Laura to hire her and allow her some freedom. For that, she would have to torture her former cell-mates. She hated this idea but she really had no choice.
Joyce's owner was the first who jumped from his seat and went to the slaves. He took a needle in his hands, grabbed Joyce wrists and forced the poor girl's arms upwards, making her head bend forward. He cruelly grabbed the whining Joyce's left thumb, separated from the other fingers, and placed the pointed tip of the needle where her fingernail and nail bed were connected.
“You fucking piece of shit! You lost! You lost my money!” he grinned while starting to push slowly the needle deeper and deeper under Joyce's nail. The girl started to scream and scream and scream.
The big, bearded man who proved to be Anet's owner called a young couple to lend him a hand. The couple wore clothes designed in the medieval times, noble costumes: a lord and his princess. The bearded man let them work on the screeching girl and they made good work. Right between Anet's knees stood one table leg, so first they raised her knees - one by one - and tied them very strongly to the table leg, cutting the blood flow to her lower legs and feet. Then they forced Anet's feet - one by one again - upwards, until her dirty and aching soles touched her own assglobes. The man held the soles in place while the woman with a small hammer drove long and thick nails through her feet and into her ass until the tip of the nails reached her hip bone and was locked deep into it. Anet was screaming, her mouth wide open. The stretched tendons made her shake with pain but the nails puncturing her feet and upper legs were destroying a small part of her hip bone were driving her crazy. When the couple finally let her free, even more pressure was applied to her flattened breasts as the rest of her body weight rested on her tied knees and even more on pulling on her already tortured breasts. She was completely out of her mind, thrashing her head from side to side, screaming and gurgling in utter agony, in a condition which the forced feeding seemed quite a challenge...
Aurelia was shocked by the cruelty of these treatments and she was glad she had won the race. Her position was much better. This was a real motivation to win those races, she thought. She climbed on the table, facing her three former opponents. She sent them a worried, sorry look, as if she could their pardon and understanding for what she was going to do. She reflected that it might be easier for Ayala to swallow her foul meal if her oesopahus was well greased. As there were but two bowls of fat she took one and pushed it against the ring-lined fat lips of the poor Black woman. She lifted the bowl so as to pour some of its content into her mouth. “Drink that, dirty Nigger. It's even too good for you!” she barked, while giving her a discrete blink. But Ayala was beyond the point where she could understand Aurelia's hidden gestures. With her fat breasts pressured into plat-like flatness between the planks, the poor Black was just staring blankly with her still forcely opened eyes what were crazy from the pain. Drops of the recently feeded fat were dripping from her big, fat, wounded lip like she was drooling, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
After she had gulped a few mouthful, Aurelia left her alone and turned to Joyce. Again, she pressed the hot bowl against her mouth and let if flow. The foul liquid flowed slowly into the gaping mouth and Aurelia could see from her disgusted grimace that the taste must have been horrible. She kept insulting the trapped girl, apparently stimulating her to swallow faster. However, in spite of the violence of her words and behaviour, she was keeping the flow of fat at a manageable speed. Once the bowl was empty, she turned it over and placed it as a cap on Joyce's head, bringing sadistic laughters from the assistance. Unlike Ayala, Joyce understood the agent's intentions and though her face was a mask of misery when Aurelia leaned closer, she whispered “Thank you!”.
Aurelia turned to Anet and tried to repeat the same actions. However the loser was completely mad with pain, which was quite understandable according to the horrors she was suffering. Her head was thrashing madly, making it difficult for Aurelia to bring the bowl to her lips. “Will you stop jerking your head, you stupid piece of loser's cunt?” she insulted her, with no obvious results. Aurelia eventually knelt in front of her and clasped Anet's cheeks between her knees. The position proved to be quite uncomfortable for aurelia too as she had place her ankles and the top of her feet unto the upper plank pressuring the poor slaves breasts downwards, and her knees were resting on Anet's shoulders, applying more pressure onto Anet's already encumbered knees and tits. Still there was no other way she could stop the girl from shaking her head. By the way, she had little respect for this moaning, crying, whining, girl. She had to forced the bowl between her teeth and to pour its content as fast as she could as her prisoner was jerking so fiercely. A lot of fat spilled over her lips and flew down her face and neck. Once she was done, Aurelia put the bowl over Anet's head as a proof she had emptied the bowl. Loud applause and cheers came from the audience, stifling Anet's pitiful moans and retching.
The citizens who were sitting around the table were watching Aurelia's panther like body from quite a close distance, and they were also burning in sadistic desire favouring on what Aurelia was forced to do with her fellow slaves. Their eyes were wide open, the sight of the painfully restrained and obviously suffering slaves and the winner's almost gleeful facial expression made them horny. Citizens of Ashagen loved to watch when slaves were torturing each other. The couple dressed in the medieval times noble costumes turned out to be totally wicked and voracious. They had a short conversation with Joyce's owner and became a bit dejected when the man shaked his head, but soon turned to happy when the arabian owner of Ayala gave them permission for doing something. They laughed at each other and even kissed before they stepped to the shaking Black. God knew where from they got a short piece of triangular wood, the man lifted Ayala's knees from the ground and the woman slided the wooden thing under her kneecaps. In this manner new source of pain was created for Ayala, the weight of her body was now rested on a sharp edge of the wooden tool, pressing deep into the sensitive tissues in her knees, making her renewing her desperate whimpers. Both member of the sadistic couple were smiling wildy and the woman even reclined upon Ayala's shoulders not only applying more pressure to the knees, but also making the Black lean backwards what giving new pain as extreme pulling to her breasts. Aurelia returned to Ayala around that time and the pretty woman look deep into the winner's eyes;
“Go bitch! Go... feed this disgusting animal, let her taste some real meat...” she whispered and smiled with burning eyes, the sadistic lust totally owerhelmed her. Her man stood next to his girlfriend with hard rock cock. “Feed her!” he barked too.
Aurelia turned to her audience, displaying a realistic sadist's grin. It was easy to fake that as she had just to mimic the face of her public. She made her eyes flash with lust and turned back to the drooling and suffering Ayala. This was the most horrible part of her task: feeding the poor black slave these pieces of human flesh. Just thinking of it was making her stomach heaving. She started with the black breast as it seemed easier. She forced it into Ayala's mouth as fas as she could and then pinched her nose until the choking girl was forced to gulp it down to breathe again. She swallowed the horribly charred, deformed piece of human flesh is one piece, her esophagus bulged grotesquely as it slowly slided down, directly into her stomach. The rotten hands proved more difficult as the bones prevented Aurelia from using the same trick. Ayala was unwilling to chew on those rotten, disgusting pieces of meat and Aurelia had bang her knees several times in the breast plank to “convince” her to do it. After much stimulation, Ayala was forced to let the disgusting pieces of meat into her oral cavity. Aurelia helped her by closing the fingers of the hand and let it slide fingers foward into the Black's throat. Again, Ayala swallowed in whole piece the hellish food making her own esophagus stretched to its very maximum. Both hands were finally chewed and swallowed and Ayala was fighting the urge to puke.
When Ayala's forced feeding was finally over and the citizens had also finished their meal, Laura stood up and slowly walked to Aurelia who was still kneeling on the table. Laura was wearing a short skirt and high-heel sandals; her steps knocked loud on the stone floor. She had a short conversation with Ayala's Arabian owner and smiled widely as she got a positive answer. She produced two sets of small, shiny pliers from her pocket and she stepped to Ayala's back, dismissing the couple who was still around the Black slave. Laura caught Aurelia's glimpse and blinked at her, sending a wave of applause and also sexual enjoyment towards the agent.
“Come here, lady!” she ordered Aurelia, using her strictest voice, and Aurelia caught Tyros's approval nod. The Ninja was not too happy watching Laura commanding his slave, but due to Tyros's and Laura's known agreement he had no other choice.
Aurelia blinked again at Laura, her face showing a cruel grin. Laura playfully tapped Aurelia's bottom and handed her the pair of shiny pliers.
“I need your help. Take this, and secure this nigger's big toes one by one. I like nigger toes, they usually have big and strong nails.” Laura whispered and kneeled down at Ayala's back, tickling the Black girl's white but severely burnt sole with a long fingernail.
Aurelia climbed down from the table and knelt by Ayala's stinking, sweat-covered, charred feet. She placed herself so that her flank was against Ayala's and she bent over. She grabbed one of the two big toes in her pliers. From her place, she was facing Laura who too had knelt behind the Black slave.
“Now... grab this toe and force it backwards to me, I need easy access... that's it dear...” Laura said and smiled at Aurelia. Madness, lust and hideous slyness were brightening in her eyes. With her own pliers Laura carefully grabbed Ayala's slovenly and long toenail.
“Let this be a lesson, I want you to be able to perform this kind of extraction any time I need it.” Laura whispered still scanning Aurelia's face.
She made some small corrections until the jaws of the pliers had a firm grab on the nail, then she started to pull. Slowly first, only giving a constant but steady pull, at around 10 degrees angle from the level of Ayala's toe. The poor girl started to shriek but her pitiful voice just made Laura even more excited. She started to slowly move the pliers right and left, applying lateral pulling too. Soon small wounds opened where the toenail joined the toe and fat blood drops formed where the skin was slowly teared. The toenail loosened and Laura was gasping for air in an almost uncontrollable sexual joy. Aurelia could see that small rivulets of pussy juices were soaking the blonde torturer's thighs as she kept on constantly pulling. Ayala's shrieks never died, and the fatiguing of the nail bed went on for long minutes. Finally the edges of the nail were bleeding clearly and Laura started to apply more brute force. She started to screw the nail, bending its flexible surface and making the roots tensing against the nailbeds. Ayala's screams went high and loud; actually she was screaming with wide open mouth. Laura kept on screwing until the roots were deformed and the nail was particularly loosened in its bed. As next stage, she made harder tugs, yanking with moderate force, causing more bleeding and making Ayala scream like never before. Her dark red blood was dripping on the floor under her toe. Her free toes were wriggling widely but Aurelia's firm grip denied freedom to the big toe. Laura sucked the air into her lungs and with an ecstatic yell she yanked finally on the loosened toe-nail. Ayala screamed and puked at once and Laura tore the nail out, spraying blood all over herself and Aurelia. She held the separated nail victorously between hers and Aurelia's face. She grinned in total trance and suddenly snapped at the blood nail, sucking on it, licking it. When she finally removed the nail from her mouth the piece of horn was wet, shiny and totally clean; not only the blood but also the remnant of tissues and skin had been removed for its surface.
“What a beauty...” Laura sighed, staring at the nail in her palm as if it was a wonderful painting or any other extraordinary work of art. She carefully hid the freshly torn nail into a small piece of satin.
“It's your turn dear... show me what you have learnt...” she said and handed Aurelia her pliers.
Aurelia swallowed her saliva and froze her face in an unpenetratable mask. Laura was really a mad sadist. She was disgusting her. The young secret agent was relishing in anticipation the day she would break her neck and relieve the World of this freak. But her face was showing none of her thoughts and looked as if she was focusing on the task at hand. She grabbed the long, dirty nail with her pliers and began to pull and jerk on it. Ayala's shrieks were making all her hair standing up on her skin. Yet she had to do it, and the poor Black was already half dead. She jerked and twisted and shook the nail, until she felt the ligaments tearing. With a final, powerful yank, she ripped the nail from its fleshy sheath.
Faking surprise, she considered the bleeding nail with a puzzled look. “It was so easy. It came out so fast. It must have been damaged, I'm afraid. That's so sad. I like so much when it takes longer” she lamented, pretending to be frustrated.
“Ohhhh... you performed so well, sweetheart!” Laura purred and caressed Aurelia's face. “Now clean it as I did... the taste of slaves' fresh blood can be wonderful!”
“Thank you so much, Laura. But I do not deserve such a honour. Let me offer you this delicate sweet as a testimony of my love and my admiration for your methods. I'm so eager to play with you in private” Aurelia whispered while dropping delicately the torn nail into Laura's hand.
Laura nodded and was seemingly very satisified. She packed the second nail into the same satin before she leaned closer to Aurelia.
“I have a surprise for you...” she whispered from a very close distance only for the agent. “As I'm so satisfied with your today performance I arranged your so-desired meeting with the woman who will die tomorrow at the Final Scream Games. You can witness her death and before the game I will also let you to talk to her... a few words at least...” she gleed. “Of course everything has its price so you'll need to participate in another half-innocent game before her last competition, but no need to worry, you will survive that too...” she finished before standing up.
“I'm done with the nigger, Harremsa Sheik!” she adressed her words to the nearby standing Arabian slaver. She turned back, blinked at Aurelia again and slowly walked out of the room.
Tyros ordered something to the guards around and four guys approached the sitting Aurelia, grabbing her by her arms and shoulders. Tyros stood right in front of her and finally smiled at her.
„You performed well. I’m satisfied. As long as you follow my orders in such manner you will live, and your life will be hundred times better than any other slave’s fate. Do not forget: as long as you’re competing in the Painbringer Arena your life isn't at risk... or at least the risk is generally low. While you’re competing, you earn me money, so I’m happy too. If I’m happy you’re happy as well, but if you fail, you will regret the day when you were born. I don’t threaten you. I just tell you facts. So it’s your very own interest to keep your good form and win as many games as possible, so having safety and any future. Got it?” he asked and Aurelia nodded, Tyros was clear enough.
„On the other hand, I fucking don’t know what kind of game you play around... pretending you’re a sick sadist like the rest of the people here. I know you, bitch. I can scan your mind. I don’t exactly know – yet, what’s your secret, but I can clearly understand you’re not a limitless serial killer... but you’re acting like a pro... clever girl...” he said while staring into Aurelia’s eyes from a very close distance. „I like that however, you must be crafty, you need tricks in the Arena...” he smiled coldly.
Aurelia smiled inwardly. Everything was going well, as well as she could hope. She was fearing the day when Laura would ask her to lose a race. She had seen what happened to the losers and she did not want to find herself in such a situation. However, until then, she would surely find a way to escape.
„Tomorrow you will have another... game or at least something like that. Laura convinced me to let you escort us into a special, private event. As every slave there will have some role, we found you a perfect function too. You will play there. Again. That game won’t be such palatial as today, but there will be bets so you will earn me money again. However do not think I want you to be crippled or that I don’t care for your body, bitch. Fortunately you avoided any serious damage, but till tomorrow evening you will spend your time at the hospital, having your body healed... See you soon, my beautiful panther!” he finished before nodding to the guards. Aurelia’s wrists were cuffed behind her back, and a black textile bag was pulled onto her head. Her last sight was that of Joyce being released from the tit pressuring device, but as the bag was placed and with a rope it was pulled tightly around her neck not only her eyes, but her ears became totally useless too.
The girl was dragged roughly through a quite long path. The bag was deafening and blinding her totally. It seemed to be made from a special material. The rope around her neck was pulled tight enough to choke her, cutting the rest of her air supply. Only her soles gave her any information about where they were going. They passed through stone covered places, then the surface changed to sand. She was lifted and felt metal under her feet. She was lifted again and was laid onto something very strange, a kind of metallic device. Two small, metal circles were under her both ass cheeks. Her ankles were placed into metal semi-barrels just as her wrists, which were pulled over her head forcing the girl into an X-shaped position. Her neck was also locked into metallic barrels. Aurelia felt, as the semi-barrels were closed shut completing them into full-cylinders made of metal. She was floating in the air, secured by strong and heavy tubes of metal around her wrists, ankles and neck, and the only other support she had was under her ass cheeks. Suddenly a sharp, high-pitched blast filtered through the bag and she felt acceleration. She was in a fucking ambulance... but what kind of ambulance?
She pulled on her limbs, testing her restraints. They were sturdy and did not yield as she moved. She turned her head in all directions, trying to loosen the rope that was choking her, to no avail. Her breathing was maintained in an anguishing trickle that kept her in a permanent state of panting helplessly. She tried to rub the bag against her arms and could not make it budge. Her deafness and blindness were highly disorientating her. She felt completely isolated from her environment. She did not even know if she was alone or not. Moreover, in addition to her windpipe being tightened to the point of choking by the neck rope, the bag itself only let very little air passing. Thus, the trickle of air she managed to force into her lungs had already been breathed several times. The bag was alternately sticking to her face and pumped fill as she tried to breathe in and out. In this situation, Aurelia was on the verge of panicking and she had to collect all her training to stay calm.
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
After a not too long drive, the ambulance had arrived somewhere. Aurelia's dampened senses were unable to catch any significant detail of the outer world, not to mention the permanent fight for air. All she could feel was that the device she was strapped on was lifted up and down, someone touched her arm and she was rolled... that strange thing had gears. After a while the rolling stopped and the strapped agent was left there for long minutes, in total silence. She was at the very edge of passing out, the air inside the bag contained no more oxygen. Panic started to overwhelm her...
Someone tickled her ribs. Fingers tapped along the side of her body, counting the ribs one by one. On the verge of losing consciousness, she felt the fingers checking her pulse by pressing veins on her wrist. Soon Aurelia felt that the rope around her neck was loosened and at the same time fresh air filled the bag. The fingers continued prodding her body, her shoulders, chest and breasts were poked, her abdomen, hips and bottom. She was fingered for short seconds in her pussy and rectum as well, and the fingers went along her legs, probing carefully her still throbbing feet.
Finally the fingers left her body a while and a bit later the girl felt someone pulling the bag and removing it from her head. Harsh lights blinded her for several seconds, but soon her eyes began accommodate. A male face appeared from the light background, smiling. He was a very tall and thin man around the age of fifty. His face was elongated and hideously vermiculated, he was wearing thick glasses-lenses. The man was almost bald, his teeth were yellow and a stinking breath hit Aurelia's nose. The man was wearing a white lab-coat and a small badge identified him as Dr. Gunther Wesserling. Aurelia also realized from the image reflected by a nearby mirror that she was laid onto a metal frame consisting of only ten, mechanical projections. A few of them were closed and placed at the bottom of the frame that was rolled on four wheels. The other projections were set so as to maintain Aurelia in her current position.
“Welcome, lady!” Wesserling said, smiling in a disgusting way, as he mustered the naked spy. “My name is Doctor Wesserling and you are in the Mengerle Institute. I will be your doctor while you're staying here, unfortunately only for a very very brief time. As a newcomer, I have the responsibility to introduce to you the rules. They're quite simple: You must obey all doctors and nurses around, whatever their orders are. No exception and no pardon. You can recognize the staff by their white or blue coats and their badges” he explained while caressing slowly Aurelia's cheeks with his callused fingertips. “You're a very special specimen, I can tell you, a class-one slave of the highest quality. And an arena slave too. That's a pity. Pity, because the rest of Ashagen's slaves are ending their life in the institute. When they are completely used up by their owners but still alive, the rest of them are taken here, so we can make use of them. But not the arena slaves. After their last game, we usually cannot use them for anything, except my colleagues at the dissection department” he smiled. “As per my first examination, you're in great condition and your race did not cause any serious damage. You'll have a deep exam soon and also a treatment, but this time you won't have to worry too much... this time...” he laughed in a hoarse voice. “I have some free time today so before the deep inspection I would suggest to you let me guide you through the establishment, there are a lot of things to see. Want me to show you around?”
Aurelia could hardly refuse. Thus, she nodded her agreement. By the way, this would provide more data for her soon-to-be-written report. This doctor seemed the perfect fit for a trial in crime against humanity. She was also hoping that she could find a computer with an Internet connection in this place. Maybe she could be able to escape, or at least to send a message to the Company.
The doctor stood above Aurelia's head and gripped the strange “hospital bed”'s pull under the girl's head. They started their journey through this hospital called hell. Wesserling was chatting continuously as if they were good old friends having a nice picnic.
“You know, lady, the human anatomy is the most wonderful creation of God. It's complex, it's working perfectly like the most precise machines and strives for defending itself. It has secrets, many many secrets that are waiting to be revealed. Human body hide its secrets, deeply, covering them. So you need to be really resolute and must pass conventional limits to learn more. The other doctors all over the world don't understand that, but fortunately here, in the Mengerle Institute we aren't bonded by such old-fashioned principles like humanity or compassion. We're just doing our job for humankind's sake. Can you understand that?”
Aurelia looked at the doctor as if it were a mad scientist, which certainly he was. And as all mad scientists, he was so imbued with himself that he was going to reveal her all his secrets. The spy's mind was ready to memorize all she was about to see as this would prove very useful when the trial time would come up. To encourage him on this way, she assured her that she was understanding and approving his unselfish initiatives.
They passed through several long, blue and green corridors bathed in harsh light. The building was huge, and the lack of windows indicated that they were probably underground. Dozens of people were all around, wearing white or blue coats, doctors, nurses, cleaning ladies and others. Aurelia had to recognize that they were extremely happy, smiling, chitchatting with each other. Nobody was running or in a hurry at least, and several of them had glanced at the naked agent strapped to her 'bed”. Some of them waved to Wesserling or smiled, grinning at Aurelia. Their leer made Aurelia shiver. All those people considered her as meat, as a living object, as an experimental pet, not as a patient.
Another white-coated man pulled a wheelchair to the opposite direction. The human sitting in that chair shocked Aurelia. She had been a woman once, but the wreck sitting in this chair could hardly have been called human anymore. Her head was covered with white bands and a pipe was sticking out of them, covering her mouth. All the other parts of her body were naked, but her skin was gone totally. Her complete body was of an angry red and was covered with thousands of blisters; the skin was peeling off on several spots, hanging from her limp limbs. The body was steaming as if she had just been raised from a pot of boiling water. An awful stench hit Aurelia's nose as the wheelchair passed them. Her body was not secured; only a loose leather strap circled her waist to prevent her from falling from the chair. No more bonds were needed.
Aurelia's hair stood up on her skin at this horrible sight. This was so inhuman, so devious. It was lacking any respect for the human body and mind. This woman had really been used as a frog would have been by medical students. Such coldness of blood was scary.
“The guys at the Experiments of Heat Survival are running several projects these days. This slave must have been one of their pets” smiled Wesserling. “Stinky work, but citizens with Inquisitor fetishes often visit that department...” he finished his comment. “We're in minus-two floor now, I'm going to show you the Medical Department. As your limbs will take 99% of the serious damages during the races, if you ever come here this is where you'll probably land. That's it...” he said as they entered a big elevator.
They were lifted down a few floors and they entered a huge lobby. Right against the wall a coat-rack-like frame was standing, and Aurelia faced new level of horror. Bodies were hanging from the horizontal bar of the rack. Four women and one man, though it was hard to recognize their sex, as only their faces gave any indication. All five bodies were totally limbless. Their chests were flat too, without breasts or even with a single nipple. Their crotches were also heavily mutilated, no sexual organs were recognizable but a catheter was hanging from all right where the urethra should have been. They were totally hairless, and they were hanging from the frame by short chains connected to their ears. They were all alive and awake, staring at Wesserling and Aurelia in silence, but their face showed quite clearly the suffering they were enduring.
Wesserling stopped the bed in front of them, giving Aurelia enough time to look at them. She could not turn her eyes away from this sinister spectacle. These poor pieces of human were expressing so much agony and so much despair. They could only hope for death. Their muscles were rippling in their torsos as they writhed. The lips were pursed in a permanent grimace of agony. Their abs were now their only way to control their bodies and this gave them the look and feel of worms.
“They are the fresh supply, just prepared for further experiments. The doctors here are focusing on medical treatments, the mechanism of internal organs etc... So they don't need anything else but the body itself, in this way smaller spaces are needed and the subjects can be stocked much more easily” he smiled. “Let's go inside, I want to show you how the preparation is performed.” He started to push Aurelia's bed again, through a sound-proof door and into a stinking, fear-filled room.
The air was hot in the room, and stunk like a slaughter house, to which it was very similar. On the ceiling dim, bluish lights created a strange atmosphere. The floor and the walls were covered with white tiles. The floor and also the walls were full of red splotches, light and dark red, identified as blood. Unoccupied coat-rack looking frames were standing around, chains were hanging from them, some of them swinging in slow motion. Next to to wall of the hall’s opposite side, numerous cages were stacked and in the rest of them miserably bloody and damaged, naked slaves were crying and moaning, creating the most horrible atmopshere in the huge room. To the right, several men were standing around a big table, all of them wore awful bloody, white lab-coats. Hysterical crying could be heard from the centre of that big table, and the men around seemed to be having a good time.
„Hey, Dude, tighten that elbow strap a bit, the bitch is flailing too agressively.” said a deep voice.
„Of course she does, Blondes are always so picky when things come to their wrists.” Another man replied.
Wesserling rolled Aurelia’s bed closer and the agent could get a clear sight of what was going on. The big table was actually made of two smaller tables with a narrow path between them. On the middle of each table a naked female slave was strapped down very precisely. One of them was a blonde girl and the other one was an Asian cutie. Every portion of their body was strapped down. Leather straps circled their fingers, their wrists, above their elbows, shoulders, around their neck, waist, at the base of their thighs, above their knees, around their ankles and even straps at the base of the toes were forcing their feet into an unnaturally flat position.
The reason for that heavy strapping was clear. Almost all of the men were holding bloody tools in their hands like scalpels, evil-looking saws, electronic cauterizers. None of the women were in good shape. Both Asian girl’s breasts were severely burnt and charred black, her whole body was full of whipmarks and different spots of burning marks. One of her eyes was missing and only a burnt black hole was in its place. The lean Blonde’s breasts were chopped off but the wounds had been treated and already half-healed, indicating that the loss of her tits had happened a long time ago. Her other body parts were too in very bad condition. Dozens of bruises and cuts covered the pretty limbs and flat abdomen. She was also missing her nose. Only two black holes remained in the place of the supposedly dainty appendix. The Asian girl was missing her right forearm up to the elbow. The stub had clearly been recently cauterized as lots of blood was covering the table under her arm and it seemed that the severed tissues were still smoking. The Blonde’s right arm had no finger anymore, the freshly cut fingers were still on the table, around the woman.
„Hello, Wesserling. Long time we haven’t seen you here.” one of the men greeted the doctor. „How are things going?”
„Just the usual.” Wesserling answered as he shook hands with some of the men. „I see new experimental pet processing is going on.”
„Yes, we got a couple from the breast killer Russian lad, Cherkov or something. We often work from his old slaves as he never snuffs them. He destroys the face and the titties but normally does not make any serious damage so his ex-slaves, which is perfect for us. Who is that?”
„An arena slave, newly born arena star, I can say. You seem to apply step by step amputation on these two.”
„Absolutely, we are playing 'who can user her brains faster'. One math exercise is given. They count and answer. If the answer is correct the one who did not answer loses her next joint. If the answer is incorrect, the speaker loses. Recently started, the Blonde has some advantage with two correct answers but still a lot joints to play along.” the man laughed cruelly. „What a fine piece of pet you have, what a pity we can never have such perfect-condition babes here.”
„Of course you can’t, man. These ladies are for citizens not for employees, you have them after they are used up. Can I watch?” Wesserling asked as if Aurelia had not been next to him.
„Sure, doctor, it’s my turn to ask.” the man replied and her turned to the two shocked but still very much aware patients”. Three eyes looked at him with complete terror. From the width of their pupils, Aurelia could tell that both of them were full of drugs.
„One thousand six hundred and nine multiplied by three…” the man said and all the others remained silent for long seconds. Both poor women’s face showed how much they were trying to focus and find out the correct answer, but the inhuman pressure put on them made even that relatively easy excercise a horribly complicated one.
Finally the Blonde whispered, „Four thousand eight hundred thirty seven…” she said, her voice was full of pain and desperation.
The man grinned wildly and tapped the Blonde girl’s fingerless arm. „Almost good, dear. But you made a small mistake, so it is your turn. See doctor, the game is always speeding up as they always keep giving us wrong answers “ he said, raising his bloody, raked saw up.
The blonde girl started to scream and fight against her straps. The men around just laughed at her desperate efforts. The saw cut into her slender wrist just below the strap, and the screams became even higher and more horrible. Some blood spurted around as the butcher made his demonic job, sawing deep into the living wrist, cutting through veins, tendons, meat and bone, separating the fingerless hand from the rest of the arm within twenty seconds. As soon as the amputated stump was separated, another man stepped to the bleeding wrist and started to burn the wound around, making the Blonde scream and scream more. The butchers acted like a well-shaken-together team. The whole procedure took no more than forty seconds.
„Very nice game, I wonder why don’t you record it and sell it to the citizens? Some of them might give us some extra support when watching this.” Wesserling commented.
„Good idea, doctor, I will ask the boss.”
„What about the blood loss, aren't they going to perish before the end of the game?” the doctor asked.
„Well, fortunately our institute has more than enough blood supply. Normally we do a blood fusion after the loss of each limb, so that we can play the whole game with them, especially on days like this when we don’t have too much to do. These bitches will entertain us until the afternoon and after that we can finish with the others fast.” the man waved at the other slaves in the cages.
„Once the limbs, breasts and sexual outer organs are removed we seal all wounds, prepare them for transfer to the internal organs’ department. Oh, doc, we have a wonderful job!”
„Agreed my friends, so, have a good time, thanks for the show.” Wesserling said. Then he pushed Aurelia’s bed towards a door nearby.
After these horrors, the doctor pushed the bed past security doors into a new area.
“We are now going to visit our aesthetic clinic” the doctor told. “Here we can correct every error the nature sometimes makes or repair every accident that may disfigure a previously harmonious body. We can even improve nature design far beyond what has ever be seen. In this section, our surgeons are making the boundary between science and art purely rhetorical, and some of them are divine artists. Let me show you our best pieces.”
They entered a wide room, which was looking like an art museum hall. Pedestals were lined along the walls and in the middle of the room, with a sign placed on it. But instead of sculptures, the pedestals were showcasing human beings, most of them females. During the next half hour, Aurelia's bed was pushed along the aisles as her terrified eyes were treated with the most bizarre and horrible sights.
The girls had been modified in the most unnatural ways. Some had their waist reduced to a real wasp size. Others had their breasts so enormously swollen that they were almost as big as their chest. Other breasts had been circled with so many bracelets that they had been elongated to more than one meter from their base. Breasts were not the only target of the surgeons' re-factoring scalpels. Lips, both sexual and oral, had too been deformed, swollen, stretched in the most horribly creative ways.
Wesserling caressed Aurelia's face and ran a callused finger along the girl's lips.
“I hope you like these artistic creations, as I see on your teeth that your owner made the first step to make you something similar sooner or later.”
They left the room. Something started to beep and Wesserling picked up a mobile from his pocket. The conversation was small and in very low voice, not even Aurelia's supersharp ears could catch a word. She heard only the doctor's replies like “Shit.”, “I see.”, “Soon on my way.”.
“I'm sorry, dear, but unfortunately there is a very important experiment where my assistance is needed right now, so I have to go there. What a pity! I was hoping to spend this beautiful day with you, performing all the necessary corrective actions on your body myself personally. As I can't, and your owner wants you to be ready for tomorrow, I must leave your body in the care of someone else, but to say the truth I feel some jealousy. I don't really want anybody else treat you in this institute. For this reason I must knock you out for the rest of the upcoming treatment, so probably when you wake up next you will be out of the hospital. But not forever... Arena slaves always come back. And I will be waiting for you, I promise!”
Then the mad doctor took a syringe from his pocket and injected something into Aurelia's arm. Her world soon turned to black.
End of part 3
Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by Scarab
Authors’ emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
Chapter XVI - Night shift
Aurelia had been knocked out, the drug injected into her had overwhelmed her mind and pushed her into silent darkness. All of the horrors she had experienced between the walls of the Mengele Institute became her newest memories. Memories of the worst kind, the type that birthed the sweatiest nightmares of a lifetime. So when the young agent finally started to regain her consciousness, she was floating at the edge of sleep and awareness, and her drugged mind replayed horrible images. Images of terribly crippled bodies, blood, butchered humans, separated limbs and screaming mouths twirled in her head for a very long time, before she could cross the threshold of consciousness and wake up.
She found herself in a very short cell, laying on her back. It wasn't as big as the smallest cell in a normal prison, it was more of a hole. The small room was surrounded by cold stone walls, and the ceiling was too close, looming around half a metre above her. The place was also so narrow that her shoulders could just fit very tightly between the two walls. The hole was as long as her body and she could feel the wet, cold stones against the top of her head and her soles touched the iron bars that closed the cell. The hole was dark but some dim light filtered through the dense grid of iron bars so she could see her own body, but nothing else.
Aurelia tried to move, expecting to be restrained. To her surprise, and relief, she found that she was not. She could not remember the last time that had happened. Still, the freedom this conferred her was mostly psychological as the cell was so narrow, that it completely frustrated any movement. The hole was dark, damp and it stank of sweat and excrements. She managed to roll onto her belly and, resting on her elbows, explored her environment with her fingers. She found that there were a series of thumb-wide round holes pierced along the bottom edge of the back wall. No air was coming through them though; whatever their purpose, it was not aeration. They seemed to be for draining water out of the cell. She remarked to herself that the floor was very slightly sloped towards them. Most of the stench seemed to come out of these holes. Sick from the foul air, Aurelia decided to try and turn herself so as to have her head close to the grating.
It was more easily planned than executed though. First she rolled back on her butt and then tried to sit up. The ceiling was so low that she could not straighten entirely. By lowering her head until her chin was firmly planted in her chest and by contorting her torso, she managed to pass beyond the vertical position. She was now doubled over, with the tip of her nipples brushing her thighs. Once again, she rolled over onto her back. She parted her knees and pressed them to the floor on each side of her head. This gave her room to fold her lower legs, pressing her feet against her buttocks. Then she carefully extended her legs and pushed her feet against the back wall until she was completely stretched out once again, but with her head now against the grating. Air was a little less thick here, but not that much.
During her struggles to turn her body fore-and-aft she realized that the minor wounds caused by Kelly and the Heavy Feet Race in the Arena had been professionally treated. Small bands covered her skin where the needles had been inserted into her feet and where the little dogs had scratched her ankles. She felt a bitter taste filling her mouth, which must come from some disinfectant solution. Whatever had happened in the hospital after Wesserling had injected his drugs into her arm must have been some real medical treatment.
She peeked through the narrow spaces between the bars. A long corridor was right in front of her, lit by real torches instead of electricity. It looked like an old-style dungeon. The walls were made of stones and were completely covered with iron grids similar to hers. One, two, dozens, hundreds... she was in a place where hundreds of humans could be locked inside small holes like hers. As her mind was getting clearer, she could hear pitiful moans, low voices crying and the noises of unseen struggles from some cells; she was far from being alone. The prisoners were placed in holes quite far apart from each other, so sometimes complete silence filled the corridor for several long minutes, before one or two of the others started to struggle or cry again.
Pressing her face against the bars, Aurelia tried to call the other prisoners. "Hello? Who is here? Can you hear me?" She pushed her fingers through the bars as this was all she could do, listening intently. But nobody answered. She tried a few more times with no better success. Either they could not hear her, or they did not bother to answer.
She turned to the task of studying the grating that closed off her tiny world. It was square, its width equalled the width of the cell and its height was somewhat smaller than the cell's height. Its bars were thick, narrowly spaced, crossing at right angles and were solidly welded together. They were much too thick to attack with her teeth. She found that one of them was moving very slightly up and down. It might belong to the locking mechanism but without metal tools it was impossible to open it. There was no padlock or keyhole in the grating itself. The opening mechanism was probably placed in the wall, out of reach of her fingers. It was nowhere to be seen, even when she pressed her face against the grid and tried to peek at the nearby wall. Aurelia tried to scratch around the bars with her strengthened nails but there was nothing that could be done. She was securely trapped in that cramped space.
Time made no sense in the dungeon, the torches burned down slowly and finally the first torch died. The others lasted for a bit longer but soon the whole corridor sank into pitch black darkness. 'Noooooo... not the dark again...' a high-pitched girlish voice squealed from some distance away.
The darkness was complete. Aurelia could not see anything at all, which added to her misery. She tried to sleep to gain some energy but her position was so uncomfortable that it was impossible. She had already gotten enough rest during her artificial lethargy and now all she could do was wait and wait and wait. The cell was cold, damp and hard. Her back soon ached from resting on the stones and she rolled over onto her belly. Not much time passed before this position got unbearable too and she rolled onto one side. Then to the other side. Then she rolled again onto her back, which was still a little sore. As hours passed, she kept rolling in her stone coffin.
What bothered her was the pressure increasing in her bladder. She tried to hold as long as she could but at last the urge was too strong and she had to pee. She felt the warm stream against her thighs. The stench increased in the confined atmosphere of her hole, adding to her plight. She was now bathing in her urine. For some reason, the drain holes were not functioning - or they were not drain holes at all.
The artificial night continued and Aurelia had to pee two more times while fighting more delicate urges. She was covered with sweat and urine and her limbs were aching with cramps. How long would she be kept in this pit? How many days had already passed? She felt thirsty and hungry. She was getting claustrophobic in this tiny space. She was beginning to understand why some of the other prisoners were screaming in madness. She wondered how long her own mind could survive in such a hopeless and stressful situation. What was Laura doing? And Athis? Had they finally sold her to someone else? Had they found out about her mission and decided to entomb her alive? What were they thinking at the Company? Were they still waiting for news from her or had they already sent a rescue team? Panic was slowly building inside her and she had to gather all her power to fight it and remain calm.
An endless period of time - actually it was "only" 10 hours - had passed when finally something happened: steps could be heard approaching. A harsh light blinded Aurelia, and she had to close her eyes. When she could finally reopen her eyes, new torches had been lit. In the middle of the corridor, three big, black-hooded men - like executioners from the dark ages – were standing in front of Aurelia’s cell. One of them did something and the dodgy bar slid down from the grid, and the whole grid opened like a door. Two hooded lads grabbed the girl, one held her wrists together with one huge hand and the other took a firm grip on her red mane. They started to pull together and the girl was actually yanked out of her tight hole. The numb and tingling girl could hardly resist, as the hooded figures started to work on her. She was laid on her back, her ankles were tied together with a wide leather strap, so tightly that the slowly awakening nerves were snuffed again, cutting her blood supply almost totally. The strap was so wide and so tight that she could not turn or twist her legs. They were pressed hard against each other and kept resolutely parallel.
Tiny rubber rings were wrapped around the base of her big toes so tightly that the thin rubber cut deep into her toe flesh and her toes soon started to swell with trapped blood. Her tongue ring was fished out from her mouth and the men tied it to the toe-rings with a short string. They tightened it until Aurelia was completely doubled over, her large breasts pushed hard against her knees. She was forced into a stretching exercise that would have caused pain even to the most flexible gymnasts. The leather ankle strap was preventing her from parting her knees and getting some relief. Larger rubber rings were wrapped around her elbows, right above the joint and were tightened until they cut deep into her arms, and adding to her desperation, the nipple piercings were attached to them with small hooks. This was pulling her large breasts apart, sideways, flattening them against her rib cage and bringing her nipples almost against her armpits. The other effect was to effectively pin her elbows against her sides.
The three men had remained silent while working on her but once finished with those preparations, one of them started to laugh.
“Time to take a walk, bitch! I suggest you to hurry because we’re not patient guys”. He slapped hard Aurelia’s left cheek. “Nooow, mooove!”
Aurelia was "sitting" on the stone floor, doubled over, her chest pressed against her legs, her tongue stretched far out of her mouth and linked to her backward-arched big toes. The position was extremely stressful and for a moment she wondered how they expected her to be able to move at all. She squirmed a little, trying to flex her legs a little so as to crawl on her heels and buttocks, but all she managed to do was to stretch her tongue some more and produce pitiful moans of pain. Her legs would not move at all and her feet and toes were already arched backwards to the fullest.
“Cooome ooon, bitch! You can do better than this! Ride, you fucking bitch, gooo gooo goooo!” the biggest hooded man roared.
Aurelia grunted in panic. She was totally paralysed. Even her head was straining to stay as straight as possible to relieve the incredible pain from her stretched tongue. Only her hands and lower arms could still move but in her present position she could hardly do anything useful with them. Maybe, if she could swing onto her side or back, she could make better use of her hands. She tried to rock her hips to swing herself down, to no avail. She was totally blocked.
"Want to get on your back?" one of the men asked, understanding what she was trying to do.
As she weakly nodded, he seized her by her matted hair and her left hip and swung her rudely onto her back. She yelped as she involuntarily yanked on her tongue ring. She could barely move her elbows as they were connected to her cruelly distended nipples, which were poking out from between her thighs and chest. The situation was now hardly better. Her crotch was in the air, offering a perfect sight of her sex to the three men. They did not restrain themselves from making lewd comments. The shiny metal rings pierced through her labia, clitoris and the sides of her anus were attracting their most outrageous jokes. But now Aurelia's hands were closer to the ground and she could use them to pull and push herself.
The corridor was long and the floor was not just dirty, but due to the incomplete interlocking of the stones, there were many tiny cracks and sharp stone edges that made it difficult for her to push herself forwards using her palms. She was grunting and moaning as each tiny move forward was made at the price of great exhaustion and agony. She could barely see where she was going as most of her sight was blocked by her legs and feet. But in a corridor, there was little chance to get lost. She was soon completely exhausted and covered with a greasy layer of perspiration. She was panting though her gaping mouth. Her stretched out tongue was dry and parched, her fingers were tired from pulling her weight.
“Loook, meeen! She loooks thiiirsty! Yeeeaahhh, it’s a hard way of walking. Give her some water, meeeen!” the lead executioner said and the desperately struggling Aurelia soon had to face three big pricks pulled from the men’s trousers. One of them stood behind her and the others on both sides, and they started to piss almost at the same time. They tried to aim their streams at her face, soaking her hair with their stinky piss, aiming at her open mouth, stretched tongue and blinking eyes. Aurelia remained still under the stinking shower, trying to get some rest. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm, pungent rain flowing on her face, getting into her gaping mouth. The urine's taste was awful but it did wet her parched lips and tongue somewhat. Her hair was soaked with it and stuck to her head and shoulders in a most miserable look.
Once her tormentors had emptied their bladders, she started her slow progression again. The corridor led to a staircase heading upwards. Every step was shiny from regular use and there also seemed to be slippery rounded edges. Aurelia's soles made the first contact. She managed to bring her feet on the first step but came to a full stop when the top of her skull touched the staircase.
“Do not dareeee to faaalll, bitch! I only like bitches who can climb the stairs without fallin!!” the leader roared again while bursting into a disgusting laugh. “You have ten minutes to climb! If you fail, we will carry you, but bitches usually hate being dragged upwards by their ears!” he said as he accidentally stepped on Aurelia’s left thumb, applying all his 120 kilos onto the delicate finger.
Aurelia screamed at the top of her lungs as her thumb was crushed against the stone floor. She sobbed and tried once again to bring the back of her head on the first step. By pushing and straining on her arms, causing much agony in her nipples, she managed to succeed. She took a few seconds of rest, but as she wanted to push herself higher, her fingers slipped and she fell back down on the floor. She let out a long scream of pain and frustration. This was a cruel joke. There was no way she could get her paralysed body up those stairs only using her already tired and sore fingers.
She tried a few more times, but each attempt brought her more exhaustion and agony. It felt as if her tongue was about to be ripped from her mouth and had been stretched to twice its original length. Her nipples too, stretched by the rings pierced through them, had been stretched and yanked severely. Her big toes had taken on a dark purple shade and had swollen. But maybe the worst feeling was the cramps that were coursing through her legs, soles and toes, which had been unnaturally arched for so long. Her free toes were vainly wiggling, as if they could bring relief to their neighbouring over-stretched muscles. Her fingers, hands and forearms, covered with taut tendons and bulging, blue veins were desperately exploring the floor, trembling, testing the smallest cracks, but too cramped and weakened to be of any use.
"Ohhh.. whatta a laaazy bitch you arrrrreee..." the big man said, winking his eye at the others. "Releeeease the winch and briiiiing me the roooope, the bitch neeeeds some heeeelp!" he ordered and one of the hooded figures ran upstairs. His heavy footsteps echoed between the walls, indicating that the stairs were quite high. After some awful rattling sounds, the footsteps approached again and the man returned, pulling a thick rope behind him. The leader took the buckle hanging at the end of the rope and squatted by Aurelia's side. Pulling on her arched feet, he rotated her by 180°, bringing her butt against the lowest step.
"Since youuu wereee soo fuckiing laame, I'll help you out this time... just dooon't forget to thank meeee!!" he gargled before pinching the agent's ringed outer labia together, aligning their embedded rings. He simply fastened the buckle through all 10 rings, five on each side, and stood up.
"Heeere we gooo, bitccchhh! This trick alwaaays woorks!" he burst into laughter and pushed a button on the wall. To Aurelia's sheer terror, a machine came alive somewhere at the top of the stairs, and a humming sound reverberated between the walls of the dungeon and the rope slowly tightened like a cord. The machine was pulling the rope upwards, dragging the girl's body with mechanical force!
As soon as she felt the slight tug on her labia, Aurelia began to struggle frantically to climb the stairs. Her tired mind was feeling panic again. She had no doubt that the sadists would have no pity for her and were ready to tear her nether lips from her body. Laura would surely disapprove but it would be too late when she would be informed.
As the tugging increased fast, she tried harder to lift her butt from the floor. To do that, she had to stretch her already painfully distended nipples some more. With a gasp of strain and pain, she managed to lift her butt on the first step, its ridge cutting into her kidneys. She had no time to appreciate her "victory" though as the tug continued relentlessly.
The muscles in her arms bulged again, and her nipples were stretched a little more as she fought to push her butt higher. The pain in her labia was increasing exponentially. She was sweating like a fountain as she worked against gravity. The mere idea that she could slip and glide down, only stopped by the piercings in her sex was making her panic. She pushed on her hands and forearms, grinding her spine against the stone stairs, bringing her buttocks above the second step.
Only her heels and head were now touching the ground, and her shoulder blades were against the ridge of the first step. Her equilibrium was precarious and she was trembling like a leaf. But she could have no rest. The pull on her privates was constant. She climbed another step, her fingers clamped onto the smallest cracks in the stones. The pain in her stretched labia was growing as they were stretched farther and farther from her crotch. In spite of all her strength, Aurelia could not keep up with the tug.
"Look boss! This cunt has fucking elastic cuntlips! They are almost longer than the black bitch's from this morning!" one of the minions laughed, pointing at Aurelia's grotesquely stretched labia. They had now reached the middle of her thighs. Similarly, her nipples and breasts had been elongated to a point where their tips were touching the floor by her sides.
Step after step, Aurelia was forcing herself up the stairs, her body racked with pain, pouring sweat through all its pores, her long hair dragging behind her. Several times she had thought that her tongue would be torn from her mouth. Or her labia. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak normally after her tongue had been stretched so far.
After having climbed 20 steps, she was totally exhausted. The pull on her labia was growing and growing, but her sweaty back kept sliding on the stone. Her cramped muscles refused to push her higher. Her labia were being stretched and stretched. It was only a question of time before they would snap off.
"She won't do it! She is over with her strength! I told you that this position would be too much for any slut! It will rip her crotch!"
"Shuuut the fuuuuck uuup! Sheee caan staaand it! I recogniiize worthwhiilee slaaaveees!"
But it was obvious that she would not do it. The tip of her labia was reaching her knees now. They were so thin, and so long that light could be seen through them.
"Stooooooooop!" ordered the man. "Giiiive meee some slaaaack!"
Immediately, the rope got loose and Aurelia felt her labia fall on the ground. They did not take back their original shape, they just fell loose, like a pair of slack strings. The man attached another strap to the buckle passing through the line of 10 labia piercings. He led this strap through the pair of rings pierced on each side of Aurelia's anus.
"Staaaaart agaiiiin!" he ordered. "Noooow that will hoooold!"
The slack was removed and the painful pull started again, only this time it pulling on her anus as well. Aurelia had gotten some time to rest and could force herself up a few more steps before her energy abandoned her again. By then, there were still dozen of steps to climb. She was dragged on these by her crotch, barely using her arms to help her body to pass the step edges.
"God damn it! She really made it! You're a genius, boss!" the smaller man fawned upon his leader as the big man pushed another button and the pulling stopped. They were standing on the top of the stairs facing the winch driven by an electrical engine. The leader unfastened the buckle from Aurelia's labia and anus rings, admiring the inhumanly elongated pieces of female flesh.
"Haaard to believeee, niiine out ooof teeeen cuuunts wouuld haaave beeeen toooorn apaaart..." he murmured. "Taake heer! We aaaare ruuuning ouut of tiiime!" he barked and the two minions grabbed Aurelia's ears, pinching them hard. Without letting the girl catch her breath they started to walk along another corridor, forcing the girl to make heroic efforts to prevent the men from tearing her ears.
Crawling on a flat floor looked almost like a walk in the park, compared to that horrible stair climb. She was flapping her arms as fast as she could to keep up with the men. As she was half pulled on her back, her horribly elongated outer labia were dragging on the floor, the 10 rings rattling on the stones.
They dragged her to a huge, windowless room. The stone and wet walls and the shivering coldness again reminded Aurelia of the old-time dungeons. The room was split in half by a heavy, red theatre curtain. The minions dropped the girl in the middle of the room.
She was hapless and totally exhausted. Her back was screaming in pain, her legs and feet were coursing with terrible cramps. And of course, her nipples, labia and tongue were throbbing in unbearable agony. Still she welcomed the brief instants of rest she was allowed. Despair was sinking into her heart and mind. Her mission was slowly pushed lower and lower in her list of priorities. She was now merely hoping for a moment of painless rest where she could gather some energy. Then, she would just try and escape Ashagen. She was now feeling that her mission was a total failure and she just wanted to bail out as soon as possible, preferably before irreparable damage would have been done to her previously perfect body.
At the leader's command, the hooded men began to remove all of the ropes and straps that were forcing the girl’s body into the unpleasantly unnatural position. Her nipples were freed and the rubber rings encircling her elbows were removed. Then the tongue-stretching string was cut off so Aurelia finally could withdraw her tongue. At least she tried... but her tongue ligaments had been so stretched that it seemed to be much longer now. To her horror, she realised she had a lot of difficulty controlling it and pulling it back completely inside her mouth. The large ring pierced through its end was not helping either. After several fruitless attempts, she managed to gather all of the aching organ inside her parched mouth.
Then the men tried to yank off the rubber rings tightened around her big toes but due to the extreme swelling of her sensitive flesh, the rings could not be removed. Red swellings of crumpled, puffy, throbbing flesh were almost totally covering the rubber, so that after several rough tugs, the men had to leave them on. Aurelia's big toes were pulsating with throbbing pain.
“God damn it! That uptown arrogant bitch won’t be happy with this!” one of the executioners bitched angrily.
They left Aurelia on the floor, quite self-confidently knowing that the inhumanly exhausted and battered woman had no real chance to perform any unwanted action.
Aurelia desperately tried to move but her stretched, cramped legs would not respond and she was too exhausted to crawl on her arms alone. Panting hard and scared by the state she had been reduced to, she remained in a heap on the floor.
Two chains of shiny metal were lowered from the ceiling. The minions raised Aurelia’s arms upwards and the leader manacled the cuffs to the woman’s wrists. They were heavy, solid iron-rings, clearly designed for female wrists. Their diameter was so tight that they almost crushed Aurelia’s bones when they were roughly closed. The men dressed as executioners let the girl’s body fall, and the iron cuffs cut deep into her wrists, even more as the gravitation pulled on the mass of her body (Ed. note: Gravity pulls on mass, creating weight.). The very tip of her aching toes barely touched the cold stone floor. She was more hanging than standing in a completely stretched position.
“Weee’re dooone with this shit fooor a whiiile. Leaveee!” the leader spat and all three of them left Aurelia alone in the hardly lit room.
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