Ashagen-06: The Elven Adventure

Chapter XXVII - Walking to the Pain-bringer arena

In the windowless room of Tyros's home Aurelia had no sense of time, day or night. She was kept in the Sweater Cell all the time. Whenever she was not forced to train, lights were switched off and the girl spent her time in pitch darkness, listening to low-volume sounds of pain-filled female screams, another wicked jokes of Tyros. The fight training with the sensors continued, from time to time. Tyros arrived, switched on the lights and started the program, making the girl fight against the flashing lights again and again until she fell to the floor totally exhausted. Once she did not fight at her best. Tyros immediately noted it and the punishment was so hard that Aurelia never dared to try again.

Sometimes she was given some food. Big pieces of roasted meat were handed to her through a small hole. The meat was normally half-raw and bloody, or burnt to crisps, but it tasted like the red meat of a cow, a horse or maybe a camel. During those feeding sessions, she also could drink as much as she wanted by sucking on a plastic tube connected to a big barrel standing next to her cell.The liquid was foul and dense, it tasted like rotting milk, but its effects were however positive. Whatever it was, it at least contained a lot of nutritive elements. She was sleeping, training and eating in her cell, and she also emptied her bowels and bladder there. A cleaning mechanism washed the waste from time to time, from under the grate of the cell's floor. In between washing, she had to live in the stench of her own excrements. Thanks to the grate, she was not actually laying on it, but still the smell could get very strong.

Several days passed or even a whole week. By now Aurelia felt strong, maybe stronger than ever since her arrival to Ashagen. She had never eaten regularly, never swallowed real food at all; it had never happened that she was not forced to swallow foul and digusting things, and she had never slept without restrains. Here, even if the cell's diameter was too small to allow her a convenient position, she was at least free to move her limbs without having them yanked or blocked by steel. The forced training sessions she had to endure were really hard and torturous, but they also gave her the opportunity to exercise her aching muscles, and it felt as if her whole body was refilled with energy. Her nails were growing with unchanged intensity, and on both on her hands and feet they had reached an extreme length. She was beginning to look like some kind of a kinky, punk bitch, or even more like a human cat. Or a panther, as Tyros often noted.

Tyros arrived and switched on the lights again. The secret Agent was ready for anything she had been sentenced to endure. Or almost anything at least.

"Today is the big day, did you know that?" he asked in his sarcastic voice, which filled the cell through the loudspeakers. He started to remove the training sensors, one by one, packing them into a big wooden box.

"What is going to happen?"

"Really? How could I forget that, dear? Did I really neglect to bring you the Ashagen news every day? I hope you forgive me, but you know, since your escape attempt I have fallen in such a deep depression that my brain has been leaking like the cocks you tapped for your antidote", he asnwered in a rather mocking tone. "You'll leave the Sweater Cell today, sweetheart, and and you are heading for your next mission, care to know what it is going to be?"

"Pray tell me..." Aurelia said. She was hating the way Tyros was playing with her nerves.

"Well, this is actually a race, as you probably already know very well, but on really great dimensions. It is called the Elven Adventure. You will understand the name and know of the details in due time. Actually, there are two things you really need to know now. First of all, I want you to fight, to bring your best, and to win. Tell me, my loveliest panther, can I count on you?" he asked in an almost tender voice, but deep in the depths of his pleasant tone Aurelia could hear the hidden threat.

"If it is anything like the last race, you know I do not have much of a choice anyway. This will be winning or dying... So, I guess you can count on me", Aurelia replied sarcastically.

"I very much hope so. I do, because you need to know something about this race. Well, race is not the right phrase. This is an event, practically a systematic series of smaller races. And unlike the last one you participated to, this is not only about pain and struggling. This is something more serious. Does that scare you?". The man had finished removing the sensors and was preparing two pairs of handcuffs.

"Nothing can scare me now, after what I have already seen here."

"You are so proud, aren't you? You showed a very different behaviour when you actually had to fight for your life. You act like a warrior woman, like a female lion, but when the situation gets tight, you don't hesitate to give up all your pride and do whatever you need to do." Tyros grinned and looked deep into the girl's eyes through the pit's glass wall. I can't break her, I may never be able to make her yield. What an exceptional specimen! what a perfect weapon! he thought.

"You know that I had no choice. But I warn you again: if I ever get out of this again, I'll kill you!" she growled.

"Yes, you are forced to do all those thing, of course. This is the way of Ashagen. Believe me, it is still much better than brainwashing you, reformatting your mind with chemicals and electric shocks until you are no more than an empty shell, a faded reflection of yourself. Then you would be obedient and no force would be needed. But I don't think you would like to receive that treatment, would you?"

Aurelia remained mute. She had once seen such a brainwashed ghost. It was in one of her first missions. She was helping the team to recover a disappeared agent. They had found her in Hong Kong, in a brothel. She had been reduced to a wreck, to an blank-eyed, obedient, stupid whore, sucking and fucking anything that was put in he reach. She hardened her mind at this recollection. She preferred to die than to be reduced to such a zombie.

"Back to the Elven Adventure. It is a serious game as the contestants' death is also part of the game. In particular as less than twenty percents of the contestants survive it. This is why the hundreds of slaves participating to the Adventure are considered dead pussy-meat."

"You are all crazy sadists! How can you enjoy so much the death of innocent beings?"

"You are right. I would even say that this is a really heartless mass murder. But come on, for you the game has not necessarily to end like that. I do really hope you'll survive. I want you to survive, I want you to survive without any major damage, and on the top of it, I want you to win, to be the very first of all survivers. Survival is your interest as well, I assume you highly agree. Being the winner among the survivals is also your interest, because after the race you'll come back to me, and I very warmly recommend you not to disappoint me. The Sweater Cell was but a punishment. If you disappoint me, next time you will learn what my revenge can really mean. Is that clear, cunt?" he asked, his eyes narrowed to a slit, which gesture transformed his normally handsome face into an evil mask.

"That's clear enough!", Aurelia spat.

Her dropped the two pairs of cuffs into the cell through one of the holes. "Secure yourself. Ankles and wrists. Just to avoid misunderstanding. Right wrist to right ankle, and the same on the left. Do it now!" he ordered, taking the electric prod into his hand, the one that had been used on the girl to force her into the Sweater Cell.

Aurelia looked at the cuffs. They were two sets of solid, piece of steel, without any chain or hinge between the jaws. They would not give her the least amount of movement once on. The Agent quickly assessed the situation. There was no hope of evasion to keep. She knew the cell well by now. She knew that Tyros had only to press a button to make her beg to allow her to put he cuffs on. Resistance was pointless. She sat down and bent forward on her left leg. She closed one pair around her ankle, put her wrist alongside and, balling her hand into a fist, she closed the second jaw tight. She then did the same to her right ankle and wrist, using her trapped hand to help her. Again she had been made helpless. Or rather, she had made herself helpless.

"You said there would be a series of shorter races. What are they going to be?" she asked.

"Good question", the man replied while nodding coincidently as the girl closed the cuffs around her slender wrists and ankles. "The short races can be anything, really anything the race organizers intend to involve. The Elven Adventure is never twice the same. Every event is completely different from the previous. Be prepared for every possible wickedness you can figure out, and even for things which would never come to your mind. I would say the winners normally have to go through at least one dozen of different torture races. Some of them are less dangerous - though unquestionably painful -, while others can lead to death, at least for the losers. The Heavy Feet Race, which you have already experienced, might lie in the middle of these short races in terms of brutality." 

"Do you know anything about my opponents? Hundreds of slaves, most promised to death, they can't be all of the best quality, can they?" Aurelia asked.

The man sighed. He was obviously not too pleased of being questioned. Still, surprisingly, he answered. "The Elven Adventure is held only once every three months. You might have heard, that the average lifetime of Ashagen's slaves is somewhere between eighty and hundred days, so most slaves survives only long enough to see one. Of course, there are more than one hundred casualties every single day, so even if this race consumes three or four hundred slaves, that number is still just twice the daily mortality rate. And it only happens once every three months. So, don't hope facing low quality opponents. While the regular races attract only the minority of Ashagen's citizens, the Elven Adventure is the greatest event and almost everybody follows its happenings. Every citizen who has the financial means to invest into gladiatrices signs up for the race, and an unnaturally high ratio of the participating slaves belong to higher categories. More attraction, more bets, higher money. You'll need to do your best."

"Now, get out of the cell!" the man ordered as he opened the door for the girl, giving her the chance after a very long time to leave the cell. He stood just next to the door, far away enough to be out of reach of any sudden action the woman might attempt to take, but close enough to activate and use the electric prod anytime. "Move forward two meters and stand still!" sounded the second command.

Aurelia got on her feet with difficulty. The restraints were keeping her bent at the waist in a most undignified manner. Keeping her balance was not easy either and she could hardly see more than her own feet and legs. Sweat was rolling down her unwashed body. She began to move, one foot at a time, making little steps. She had to move her arms at the same rhythm and take care not to step onto her hair. She slowly moved out of the cell and stopped where Tyros had told her to.

As soon as the girl stopped her weird way of crawling forward, Tyros took a long pole, almost two meters in length, and attached the prod to its tip, plugging it into a functional socket. The pole connected to control of the prod, making it possible to use the device from the other end of the pole as well. He held the prod in front of him and approached the girl, searching for her exposed anus. She felt the cold metal of the prod finding her puckered asshole, and the man started to roll it round as he was pushing, slowly stretching Aurelia's rectum and inserting the rod into her body. As soon as the resistance of Aurelia's sphincter muscles were defeated, he started to push, still rolling it around and steadily sliding inside, as long as the rest of the prod itself disappeared into the girl's bowels. 

Aurelia could not prevent a moan from escaping her lips as the huge prod was forced into her rectum. It was not so big, but the stretching was not agreeable either. Once it was fully inside, her sphincter narrowed again around the neck, making sure the prod would not slip out accidentally.

"We are goint to take a walk now. I recommend you not to do any stupid things. I know you are ready, healed and stronger than ever before. You must feel the urge to fight and escape, don't you? Well, that would be a very bad idea. I'm far out of your reach, panther, and whatever you do, I'll always have enough time to push a button. And if that happens you will be electroshocked right in the depths of your sexy ass, which would be a very unpleasant sensation indeed, I promise you. You remember the strength of this prod, don't you? I can assure you that having the shocks strike deep inside your body is something different, I would say, even more intense. So no tricks, no stupid escape attempts, just obedient crawling. Go!" he ordered as he pushed the rod forward, making the girl start to move. 

The secret Agent knew she was helpless. Even without the prod, her shackled wrists and ankles rendered totally unable to fight. She had no choice for the moment. All she could do was to shuffle her feet forward, preceding the push of the humiliating prod shoved into her very ass.

They moved through Tyros's small apartment, through the dirty rooms. All the doors were open and as they passed through, the man kicked them shut behind him. As they left the place and arrived on the street, the hot, burning sun hit Aurelia. Even after having suffered the heat treatment in the Sweater Pit so many times, the natural burning of the sun in the middle of the desert was very much different. The street was covered with sand as always, and it was hot as well. Nobody else but slaves were forced to walk barefoot. The air was trembling, the sky was pale-blue, and the burning disc of the sun was glowing right above Tyros' head and Aurelia's butt. It was around noon. As the temperature was high above 40 degrees, the streets were more or less empty. That was really not the time Ashagen's citizens would choose to walk around. It was during this less popular period of the day that some of the cleaning works were going on, and also it seemed that the citizens also used to dump their waste.

The sun rays were beating on the doubled-over Spy as she was walked down the street in that humiliating fashion. In no time she was once again sweating like a sow. Her soles were roasting on the sizzling hot sand and her filthy, greasy mane was collecting dirt as they progressed. Each step was grinding the unyielding shackles against her skin. In her inverted position, she could not see where they were going. She could only see backwards, between her legs. Nevertheless, her training was making her commit to memory all the details she could see, in case she would need to come back here.

Two houses away, Aurelia saw a female body laying just next to the main door. She was a black woman. Her body was covered in welts, cuts and bruises. One of her breasts was missing and the body was still bleeding slightly, the red liquid immediately drunk by the hot sand. Two cadaver slaves were arriving from a small alley, dragging a two-wheeled cart behind them, they seemed just as shabby and dirty as those Aurelia had seen at the death pit. Except that those had been dead, while these were very much alive and active. Already four dead or dying bodies were piled up on their cart. One of them grabbed the black body's hand and started to drag it towards the cart. An horrible, rattling sound escaped her lips. She was not dead, or at least, not completely. Yet. But she was close to it. The men did not pay any special attention to the half-dead woman; they simply lifted the body and threw it onto the top of the cart, just to keep on moving, crossing the street in front Aurelia and Tyros. The man pushed on Aurelia's assrod.

"Move, bitch, we have a long walk to take." he barked and they kept on walking. That method of proceeding was far from being fast, and the woman still had to fight hard to keep on the pace. Every time she slowed down, the cruel ass-prod was pushed deeper into her already deeply intruded colon bringing harsh pain. Tyros did not pay any attention to the comfort of his slave, so their humiliating marching proved strongly exhausting for the captured Agent. They changed directions several times, passing through narrow alleys and wide streets, but in that part of the city, Ashagen's general style seemed to be the very homogeneous. The same, dirty-white, sand-covered walls of flat-roofed houses, as they were in Arabian cities. But Aurelia knew exactly the difference between that place and other desert settlements. Inside those houses, comfortable living quarters and high-tech devices served the comfort of the citizens, just as well-equipped torture chambers were waiting for the unfortunate slaves. As she remembered the location of Tyros' place, they must have been somewhere downtown, not too far from the slave-market. Sometimes, over the roof of shorter buildings, she could even get a peek at the huge silhouette of the building that looked like the smaller version of the Roman Colosseum: the Pain-bringer Arena. Another tall building pranced over the others a little bit farther. It fitted less into the general style as it seemed to be much more modern, resembling more a sport stadium than a historical entertainment centre: the Final Scream Arena. The residencies of the richer citizens were in the suburbs of the city, just like the slave-trader Adamar's villa, or even outside the city like the big, medieval-style castle from where Aurelia had recently managed to escape. She supposed that the hospital was at the edge of the city as well as, the first time she had been taken there from the Arena, the car had been driving for a long time. Even after the many turns, Aurelia could recognize their destination. They were heading clearly towards the Pain-bringer Arena. 

Suddenly a loud noise filled the air, and she just had the time to get a glimpse of  the massive body of a giant metallic bird descendaning only a few hundreds meters above the city. An airplane had just arrived and was preparing for landing, another huge volume of slave-flesh filling its cargo bays for Ashagen's meat grinder machine. The humming of the airplane reverberated among the houses for a short time and then faded away. It reminded Aurelia how she had herself arrived there. How full of hope and confident to succeed she had been then. Now she felt very different as she was marched down the empty streets.

At one of the corners, a mature woman in her late thirties was hanging from a horizontal rod sticking out of a wall in the second floor of a building. She was hanging by her large breasts from a barbed wire knotted around her bleeding mammaries. The big loop of barbed wire was pulling and flattening her breasts together. It had already cut deep into the meaty globes. The bloody-white tissues of her milk-glands protruded out against the metal. Another barbed wire was hanging from a big toe under her with a wooden board reading: "Recaptured turd. Second escape. Sentenced to death." The woman was profusely sweating and bleeding but still very much alive. Her hands were a bloody mess of flesh, hanging limply next to her body. After she had been hanged, she had attempted to lift her weight by pulling on the barbed wires with her fingers. But finally, her own weight had defeated the desperate attempt. Rivulets of blood dribbleded from her breasts and painted her body red. Fat blood-drops dripped slowly from her toes. Her eyes were open, her body was slightly trembling as if she were freezing. The board under her was slowly swinging as if it was blown by the wind. Her bloodshot eyes were radiating inhuman pain and madness. As Aurelia and Tyros passed under her, she moaned something in a low, croaking voice, a desperate mixture of begging and hopeless prayer.

"Pleaseeeee.... ohhh... save meee... kill meeee... kill meeeee..." she whispered, but Tyros just pushed away her bloody feet which were at the level of his shoulders, making the poor slave swinging wider. Tortured moans got out of her dry throat, but they soon faded away as they kept on walking.

They passed a small square which had two unusual cages were standing in the sand, one on each side. Those were 1.5-metre-high, squared, completely closed cages of around 5 metres per side. In both cages a small pack of around ten male dogs were enclosed together with dirty, exhausted female slaves. The women's wrists were cuffed together and as the cages' height was insufficient for standing, they were all laying in the sand or sitting, except one in one cage who was on all fours while a dog was mounting her from behind. The woman, a redhead, extremely thin young girl was moaning slightly as the huge animal was fucking her viciously, while she remained motionless. To Aurelia's terror in both cages she discovered a collection of bones, torn-apart human skeletons half-way dug into the sand. Some of the bones seemed to be pretty fresh, still shiny and spotted with bloody red dots. Tyros grinned behind the girl.

"Funny, isn't it? These doggies are well-trained, spending their life in these cages and acting like every beast in the nature. The leader of the pack has the right to fuck any fuckable thing, which are normally the slaves provided to them. These slaves have only two purpose: serving as bitches for the dogs and being the food supply for the pack. Just imagine! These slaves' life is depending only on the alpha dog deciding to let the pack tear her apart or not. So their one and only goal is to please the pack leader, because if they fail to be a good bitch, they can easily be the next supper. As I heard the cages does not supplied any edible things but living slaves, so even the longer survivals has to feed on. These cages are kept by a couple of citizens living around the square. They maintain them only for their own pleasure and as generous social people they enjoy to share their wicked, little utopia to everyone. What doyou think, do you consider yourself as lucky for not being owned by one these sick guys?"

Aurelia was too disgusted too even reply. Clenching her eyes, she tried not to look at the girls in the cage. However, she could do nothing to stop their moans from reaching her ears.

As they left the square, the silhouette of the Pain-bringer Arena grew larger and larger until after the last corner they faced the colosseum. The huge building was standing in the very middle of a large plaza. There were more that one hundred metres between the Arena wall and the first houses. Last time, Aurelia was unconscious when she had been delivered to the Arena, and she had left it in an ambulance, tied and blindfolded. This was her first look to the outside of the building. The walls seemed to tremble in the hot air radiated from the heated stone. The Arena seemed to be a really realistic copy of the original Colosseum, though it was obviously smaller. Still, the well-known characteristics of the Colosseum were clearly there: three floors of niches running around holding statues, though all of the statues represented naked females in bondage poses and usually with suffering or clearly screaming faces.

The square was not as dead as the rest of the city. Despite the searing heat, Aurelia saw a lot peoples around, and she also faced a couple of highly dumbfounding details. Dozens of guards were around the Arena, the majority of them standing but some of them were mounted on horses. The guards' costumes were more than strange: they were all dressed like fantastic monsters from fantasy movies, wearing mostly leather or occasionally metal armors with swords and spikes, and all of them wore realistic masks of fantasy beasts, like the orcs of the Lord Of The Rings universe. All around the plaza, wooden constructions of all kinds were standing; wooden constructions designed to hold human bodies. Giant crosses, gallows, wooden horses, stakes and high platforms were scattered around, the rest of them fancied with the suffering, naked bodies of very-much alive female and male slaves. Continuous moaning filled the square. The orc-dressed men were stolidly guarding the building, without paying any attention to the suffering of the slaves.

Tyros and Aurelia crossed the square and headed towards a gate, where a small group of guards were waiting and a short queue had formed. Aurelia identified some citizens or minions of citizens who brought slaves with themsElves, just like herself and Tyros. Heavily bound women were sweating under the cruel sun while their owners wore clothes and a middle-aged woman even protected herself with a beach umbrella. A grey-cloaked man, like a wizard of tales, welcomed the arrivals. It took only 10 minutes before Tyros and Aurelia's turn came. The poor woman was welcoming the rest. Her uncomfortable position was very tiring and her muscles had grown daunting cramps, as they were not used to function like that.

"Greetings, Mylord!" the wizard welcomed them, making a deep bow to Tyros. "Another lady for the adventure?"

"Yes, gatekeeper." Tyros replied. "The best of all."

"We shall see. Very nice style of taking a nice walk." the wizard hinted to Aurelia's not too comfortable position with the rod sticking out of her ass. "Hand her over to the guards and step inside, you can fill the administration there." he said and Athos simply yanked the electric prod out of the woman's rectum. Immediately two guards took a firm grip on Aurelia's shoulders. Tyros gave the key of the girl's cuffs to the wizard then he knelt in front of the girl and looked into her eyes.

"Do not forget, panther! Win. Or else... you will regret that you have ever been born!" he told to her before raising to his feet and walking out of Aurelia's sight.

Chapter XXVIII - Getting ready for the Elven Adventure

The orc guards dragged the woman inside the small corridor. The sand was replaced by cold stone under her soles and palms. A long row of strange looking devices was waiting there, like big, brown-painted shopping trolleys on wheels. One of the trolleys was separated from the others. The girl was lifted in the air and they made her sit into the container. The container had no bottom nor side-grids at all, only the frame. Her legs were opened at 45 degrees and her knees were placed into slots at the corners. Two of the guards held her down while her cuffs were released by two other men. Her arms were forced back, her armpits were pushed against the two opposite corners of the caddy's top frame. Very tight leather belts were strapped around her knees and shoulders first, then her arms were forced downwards and strapped to the vertical frame by her elbows and wrists. The belts were tight enough to immediately cut her limbs' blood supply. Her ass was dangling under her, the weight of her body was resting on her knees and armpits completely. Finally they blindfolded her by simply placing a black fabric-bag over her head and tied it around her neck, not tight enough to completely cut her air supply, but highly limiting it. The trolley was pushed forward and Aurelia headed into the depths of the Painbringer Arena, into the unknown mystery of the Elven Adventure.

A couple of hours later the bag was removed from her head and Aurelia found herself in a rather big room, some kind of a fancy saloon. The ceiling was supported by ancient greek style pillars, thick as an old pine's trunk. She was in the very middle of the room, still strapped to her trolley, completely exposed, and all around her hundreds of other such caddies were standing, all of them holding a slave women like herself. A giant chandelier was hanging right above her, a shiny monster of crystals emitting a harsh light that was throwing a harsh light onto every corner of the huge place, almost as uncomfortable to her as the torturous lamps of the sweater cell. As usual the room was filled with the pitiful, scared and agonizing moans of the hundreds of slaves overcrowded in the saloon.

Her pointed and dangling feet cuddled the waist of the slave in front of her, pushed between the woman's bound arms and body, while another pair of feet were resting against her own flanks. If she bent her neck forward she could get a peek of those feet, a nice pair of white-skinned, intact and perfect condition peds with wide, pink-painted toenails. The woman in front of Aurelia was a red-head, with a mane to Aurelia's. The long curls covered Aurelia's belly and almost pleasantly tickled her hairless mound. On her right, a very skinny oriental girl was placed, their arms hands were so close to each other, and Aurelia felt she could weave her fingers around the girl's if she twisted her wrist upwards. The girl's tits were so small that her chest almost looked like a boy's, though her face was fairly pretty and radiating fear.

On Aurelia's right, the woman was a  dark haired, slim beauty and to the Agent's great surprise, she turned out to be Nina, the striptease dancer who had been captured and taken to Ashagen along with Aurelia, a long long time ago. The girl was still beautiful, altough the second class slaves' sign on her forehead and some small spots, probably burnmarks of cigarettes, gave her a unique look. Aurelia could not check Nina's body too closely, but it seemed that the dancer had been prepared like herself: ring piercings on several places including her nipples and lips. Nina was staring forward, completely terrified. She did not seem to have recognized Aurelia.

The temperature in the room was pretty high, although it did not cause any discomfort for Aurelia. She had been trained in such an efficient way during the last weeks that she was not even sweating, unlike a couple of other slaves. The stench of hundreds of bodies filled the air. They must be underground, or at least the lack of windows indicated that the place's atmosphere was choking and heavy at the same time. A place to gather the cows before marching them to the slaughterhouse.

At the end of the saloon a man walked at the edge of a two-metre-high stage, stopped and systematically inspected the women. A handsome, middle-aged man wearing an expensive dinner-jacket, a shiny wrist watch and a black bow-tie. He was tall and wide, clearly muscular and he walked with excessive self-confidence, like star-brokers after hitting the jackpot. He smiled showing his perfect line of shiny white teeth. He clapped his hands and started to talk. A small microphone pinned to his collar made his voice loud and clear all over the room.

"Can I have your attention, ladies? Welcome to Ashagen's Painbringer Arena. My name is Leo Liazzo, I am the manager of the Arena and as such I am the main responsible for all the entertainment you and me are going to provide to the voracious citizens of Ashagen. You know them, don't you?" he blinked and smiled widely, the lights reflecting from the surface of the shiny denture.

"Let me give you a briefing of the reasons why we are here and what will happen soon. I'm sure you all feel anxious about the short-term future, and I really don't want to drive so many beautiful ladies to despair. You will soon have a very clear picture, and for that let me start with a short history lesson," he said. He started to walk along the edge of the stage. "Ashagen was built from stone. From a lot stone. The whole city, the roads, castles and places were constructed using stone that was mined directly under the city. Took a long time, but if you have endless supply from slaves and you don't have to consider their health and human rights it is not so bad at all. Needed a couple of years, but finally the city was completed. The sand itself is not the safest base for a big city like this, but under Ashagen there is nothing else but rock. The remnants of a very old mountain which was destroyed by the wind and by the sand during millions of years. This ancient mountain is pierced with hundreds of natural caves and corridors. Later, when the stone mining started, many more kilometres of mine-shafts were created. So, at the moment we have a city that has a really impressive system of shafts and caves under it, and we started to use all these. A large part of this labyrinth was cleaned and equipped with all kind of means to change it into the playground of Ashagen's most popular game event. A labyrinth, deep under the ground, lying in total darkness. You call it hell if you want, but this place is much more than that."

"Every third month, a very huge event is organized there, a classical and gigantic game that represents everything what Ashagen is. Every third month we organize there the most famous event called the Elven Adventure. For this period the cave turns into the cave of the orcs, the empire of these kinda nasty and ugly creatures. The story tells that the orc raiders attacked the peaceful villages of beautiful Elves, killed all the men and old or ugly women, just to enslave and imprison the Elven beauties. Every third month, once a big group of these Elven ladies, from two to four hundreds of them, are taken to the orc caves to face the hell of the cruel creatures."

Liazzo used sweeping gestures as he ran the stage, obviously enjoying speaking and listening to his own voice.

"This is a gigantic game, where hundreds of naked Elven girls are forced to enter the dark caves, but only a couple of dozens of them reaches the sunlight again. If any of you still had any doubts about how you relate to this, I need to confirm the terrible suspicion you might have. Yes, you are going to be the Elven beauties of the Elven Adventure. Sounds like fun, isn't it? Of course, we have our own limits in creating the atmosphere, but do not worry, we really do our best. Even if the rest of the technical background downstairs is working by electricity you will soon discover how living the set is. Everything we created for you reflects the atmosphere of a lovely, fantasy-based heavy porn and snuff movie, so Ashagen's citizens can have a very realistic experience watching your sufferings. The orcs are also having the perfect make-up for the whole scene, our one and only limit is that we cannot really give you Elven-like ears. Doesn't matter, we will add some other preparations to make you as Elven as possible. And of course on those cases, when we apply something really high-tech stuff we call it simply magic - and it will look like magic - so you will really feel like poor Elven girls in the cave of the orcs. The best thing for you is that you don't have to play a role, just behave as yourself. This is going to be easy, as the most important feature of the Elven ladies is their ability to scream really loudly. I'm pretty sure all of you can provide that at a really realistic and impressive level.

"The last thing you need to know is that the Elven Adventure, just like any of the Painbringer or Final Scream arena games, is a big gambling event for the citizens. So your adventures will bring not only pleasure to your owners but also might bring a lot of money to those who made the right bets. In this game the majority of the entering girls perishes in the depths of the caves, so for those who still feel the urge to live on, I would suggest to fight hard and bring your best, or else this is going to be your very last experience in Ashagen. Any questions?"

As he finished his speech, the man blinked at the terrified group of condemned women, then he turned around and left the stage, not even waiting for any slave brave enough to ask a question. Soon after, the trolleys holding the slaves were rolled out the hall. The red-head Agent could hear movements, moans and the rasping sounds of the rolling trolleys. At some point she felt that the two pink-painted feet sliding out from under her armpits. She was then moved together with her Asian neighbour. Someone took hold of her couch and she was pulled back. Her shins slipped off the armpits of the girl in front of her, she was spun around and saw a long queue of trolleys, surrounded by a huge group of Arena guards. The hall had several gates and the slaves were pushed through one of those exits, one after the other.

Like a bustling anthill where the guards were the ant soldiers and the helplessly exposed slaves were motionless pups, the hall was cleaned out. Aurelia found herself rolled down a dim and narrow corridor toward a luminous gate. The slaves were lined along the corridor. This strange queue moved forward one trolley at a time every minute. When Aurelia got close enough to the gate she understood what was happening.

"SLUT WASH", a board was reading just over the gate. Two guards were standing in the door and placed the upcoming slave with her trolley onto a metal tray. The trolley wheels were locked into small slots and then the tray was carried away by a conveyor. As she was getting closer to the gate the smell of water and soap hit her nose. The air dampness was increasing dramatically. As she got closer and closer, she could hear muffled screams echoing from beyond the gate, far away and somehow unrealistic. Half an hour later, Aurelia's time had come up. The muscular, half-naked guards rolled her onto the tray. They made their best of the only minute they had with her.

"You are a pretty piece of Elven meat! Meet you down in the caves," one of them said as he tugged on the girl's left breast.

"Yeah, I hope you will make it alive to the next station, bitch. I'll love to make you scream," the other added. They were both groping her sensitive parts with their rough hands.

The place where the conveyor was installed seemed to be huge, though not too high. The real dimensions could not be measured as almost everything was faded in foggy steam. A green lamp flashed and a button was pushed. Aurelia's tray fell onto the moving conveyor and she slipped into the uncertainty surrounded by the damp steam. Shrieks, short and long screams of terror rang out of the fog. The Agent was completely surrounded by the wet substance. Splashing sounds of all kinds reverberated through the tunnel.

The conveyor was moving slowly. Suddenly, like a thunderbolt out of a blue sky, Aurelia's whole body was sprayed with icy cold water raining from above. Thousands of thin water streams hit her. They were strong, almost to the point of piercing her skin, but foremost they were chilling, probably just above freezing temperature. The bound girl arched her body, lifting it over the level of her steel cradle, then she yanked hard on her restraints, trying to break free and escape that painful rain. Of course it was to no avail. The caddies had been conceived to resist forces ten times her own and, although it did creak and groan a little, it did not bend nor break. Her skin covered with thousands of goose-bumps and turning a bright red from the fierce, icy massage, Aurelia finally fell back to her former position.

The crazy shower lasted for around 20 seconds, and then it stopped just as suddenly as it had started. The conveyor moved forward and Aurelia finally understood why the other slave were screeching continuously. Only a short time later, another invading shower attacked her helpless body, but this time with steaming, almost boiling water, a hot and burning liquid. The contrast with previous icy shower made the new one feel even hotter that it really was. For a couple of seconds, Aurelia thought she was been boiled alive, that she would be scalded. She turned even redder than she was. Her heart began to beat at such a speed that it seemed it would explode out of her ribcage. Steam was all around her, completely disorienting her. She tried to breathe but the burning of her throat and lungs was so painful that she held her mouth tightly shut.

The stop of the hot water spray was a bless. She had been frozen and boiled within a few minutes. Even if she was feeling serious pain, she felt more awake than any time since she arrived to Ashagen. Her hair was dripping with hot water and forming a kind of scalding helmet around her head. Her red skin was steaming and she was panting hard, barely believing that she was still alive. Lost in the steam, she was moved forward, and the sudden splash of litres of a soapy, sticky and antiseptic-smelling jelly over her head and belly was almost a pleasant surprise. But only until three spinning cylinders bristling with narrow strips of clothes emerged from the haze. What she saw in front of her was similar to a car-wash tunnel, but this time the water-splashing clothes were intented to wash her, her naked body, not a car.

The secret Agent's feet came first into contact with the roller's stripes. She was expecting a severe flogging but was surprised to find that contact rather soft, like a hard massage. It would not have been completely unpleasant if her skin had not been so sensitive after the vigorous showers she had just experienced. The rollers moved up her body, covering her skin with the white foam and scraping it from any trace of filth. The harder part was when her head entered the roller as the furry of rotating pieces of cloths coming from all directions completely disoriented her. She kept her eyes tightly shut to prevent soap from entering them.

When at last she came out of the rollers, she saw that her feet were about to enter another set of rotating brushes. She felt now somewhat relaxed but as the first straps hit her soles, she yelped from the pain. Her skin had been utterly tenderised by the previous treatments and the impact of those hard and rough strip of cloth was causing a lot of pain. The sound was very different from the former roller. The lanyards were slapping and rasping her skin. It felt as if her skin was being pealed, or ground with sand-paper. As her sole and toes were attacked first, she looked at them anxiously, expecting to see their skin torn off them and the soapy mixture to get mixed with blood. But in spite of the pain, it seemed that no damage was actually done to her flesh. As the brushes progressed up her legs, so did the pain grew. When the rough stripes began to whip the internal part of her thighs, she could not resist the urge to scream. She tried to close her legs but to no avail. The beating of her wide open crotch brought new howls out of her throat as did that of her belly and flanks. But when her breasts began to feel the furious rasping of the hundreds of cloth tongues, she shrieked to a inhuman pitch. She could not see her breasts hidden among the fury of whirling stripes but they felt as if they were ripped from her chest, chunk of meat by chunk of meat. Soon after, her screams were engulfed into the rotating brushes as they enveloped her screaming face. For a moment she feared that the coarse lanyards would tear her eyelids off and she clenched them as tightly as she could. Finally she emerged, intact but feeling as if her nerves were in direct contact with the air.

She hardly had the time to take a breath before her soles and toes entered into a third set of brushes. Those were producing a hissing, high-pitched sound and the stripes they were bristling with could not be distinguished. The first contact proved they were indeed very thin. They hurt like thousand of whips. They infiltrated ever nook and cranny of her body. They hit right in between her toes, landing right on that most sensitive piece of skin at their base. The rain of needles progressed up her legs, causing intense agony. Aurelia  was once again  letting out inhuman screams while she contorted her body as much as her restraints allowed. The thousands narrow bristles were beating every nerve ending at full speed a hundred times before moving to the next, ensuring that her pain receptors were utterly saturated and throbbing madly. Her skin was lashed and cut in a million little lanyards of bloody flesh. Or at least that was what Aurelia thought was happening until the brushes had moved enough to let her see the damages made to her blazing skin and she realised that no wound nor bruise had been made. Her breasts were beaten severely, flattened against her chest by the furious bristles, jabbed by countless little darts. At last she her bright red head got out of the last brush.  

Heavily flogged but utterly cleaned, Aurelia finally left the washing cylinders behind. Her whole body was dripping with water, the last molecule of soap had been washed away. Her skin was glistening brightly, just as it was red from the scratching and burning of the hot water. Unfortunately the rather unpleasant washing experience was not over. The conveyor reached an area where its started to descend, and soon a small lake appeared in front of her. The tray with its trolley dipped into the chilly cold water again, and soon her head sank under the surface.

The icy water chilled her to the bones. It was probably around 4°C, enough to kill someone in less than 10 minutes. She was trembling fiercely. It felt as if the water was shoving ice needles right into her flesh, right through the marrow of her bones. She was turning blue. Her lungs were aching to get fresh air but the cart was moving so slowly along its rail. Spread as she was on the trolley, she had not protection against the cold. One minute passed. Then another one. She could barely think straight. She began to feel dizzy, paralysed, careless about her fate. It seemed that her heart was beating in slow motion. That's probably what saved her. Her body's demand on oxygen decreased proportionally to her cardiac rhythm and saved her from asphyxia. Three minutes after she went under, the cart brought her back to the open air. Her skin had acquired a bluish tint. She was trembling uncontrollably and she was gazing blankly to the ceiling. But as soon as fresh air entered her burning lungs and the steamy hot atmosphere surrounded her frozen body, warmer colours began to spread on her skin and she went back to life. 

The icy bath marked the final stage of the shower room and her cart was removed from the conveyor. A couple of guards were standing around that area. Two slaves had already been released from their trolley.

One of them was kneeling, her arms held to her sides by two men. She had just been revived and was vomiting bursts of water as a guard was repeatedly punching her ribcage. The other girl was laying unconscious on the ground and a plastic tube was forced into her gaping, blue-lipped mouth. Sucking sounds reverberated against the walls as air was pumped into her water-filled lungs. She started to cough and shake suddenly, and an unbelievably large amount of water spurted out of the poor woman's nostrils and mouth. The guards put her on her knees and began to pummel her belly and chest in order to make her throw up all the water trapped inside her respiratory tracts.

Aurelia, however, was not freed from her uncomfortable seat. Instead, she was directly rolled into another room, which was dry, big, clean and shiny, and windowless. Freshening, dry air was blowing around, and she could see a long row of slaves strapped to their rolling seats, facing a huge mirror that was covering the entire wall along dozens of metres from floor to ceiling. Dozens of women were scrumming around the slaves. Some of them pushed small trays carrying all kind of flagons, vials, combs and scissors, while some others were surrounding slaves and were working on them, clipping or painting nails, cutting, combing or painting their hair. The room looked like a gigantic hair-dresser and cosmetics saloon.

Aurelia was parked in the row, facing her reflection in the mirror and was left alone for a while. It was the first time she could see herself since many days, although she was not exactly in a comfortable position, but

strapped down and exposed. She was shocked by her appearance. She was thinner now, having lost whatever bit of fat she might have had when arriving to Ashagen. She looked older too. No doubt the stress, fear and tiredness had taken their toll upon her. And of course, there were those permanent modifications she had received when Tyros had bought her: the tattoo on her temple showing a human female body with a panther head roasting in the middle of sparkling flames, the large ring dangling from her nose and the smaller ones pierced through the wings of her nostrils, the six small rings adorning her lips and her vampire canines. They were all contributing to change her face, along with the first-class slave tattoo printed on her forehead. Speaking was always difficult since her tongue had received that 4-cm ring. The large rings that had been pierced through her nipples had been removed during her stay at the Mengele hospital, but the holes in her flesh were still present, ready to be filled again. Her navel too was pierced. Her nether lips were pierced with three rings each. With the large clitoris one, those were 13 loops of steel that were adorning her crotch. Then there were the two lasts that were flanking her anus.

The room was surpisingly calm and silent. None of the slaves was moaning or screaming anymore. Most of them were benefiting from their very first beauty treatment since their arrival to the hell of Ashagen, and even if their vulnerable position and worries were keeping their fears up, they were obviously enjoying the fact of not being exposed to pain or rape, but having someone working on their body to make them more attractive. Some of the slaves tried to talk to the beauticians but the stone-faced women of all ages and races reacted with rough slaps on the talkers' face or thighs, forcing them to remain quiet. Meanwhile, the beauticians were talking to each other continually, discussing the colours to be used or what style they should cut the hair. None of them were wearing any slave mark. They were probably Ashagen citizens or

workers of Ashagen's government. Tons of nail polish, hair colour were applied, tons of hair locks were cut or shaved from legs, armpits and crotches. The air was thick with the smell of the tincture and other cosmetics used in industrial amount.

The never-ending moves of the peoples in the room was rather confusing, but Aurelia suddenly saw two women approaching her, two well-known, sexily-clothed ladies from her recent past. One of them was Laura, who was wearing a slutty-pink little gown. Its lower hem was barely covering her crotch and ass. Its whole material was translucent, showing her black bra and panties under the silky fabric. She even wore a nice, pink hat with a white flower, and of course extremely high-heeled pink shoes. She was smiling brightly, looking into Aurelia's eyes through the mirror. Her long-nailed hand reached out and she gently pushed a fingertip against Aurelia's temple.

The second woman was Trixie, and she was pushing a tray carrying a full set of cosmetics.She was wearing simple a white bathrobe like all other beauticians. Her dark eyes were sparkling with suppressed excitement. Aurelia remembered clearly that Trixie used to bear the mark of second-class slaves. It was a long time ago in Dhonko's truck. But now she was sporting a little and pretty first-class slave sign, the same Aurelia was adorned with. It seemed that Laura was really appreciating Trixie's service and had rewarded her in that way. Still, Trixie's ankles were chained together, indicating that inside the Arena not even highly appreciated pet-slaves were allowed to move like free citizens.

"Heeeeey Daaaarling!" Laura exclaimed in a high-pitched voice like an idiot schoolgirl.

Aurelia was surprised and scared at the sight of Laura but she did not let it be seen. She felt trapped between Tyros and her. They both had great expectations about her and both could crush her if she did not behave as they wanted her to.

Laura, held Aurelia's cheeks between her palms and bent over the girl, then she gently kissed her forehead first, just to continue her sensual little kiss down Aurelia's straight nose, until she reached her lips. The Agent's vision was immediately blocked by Laura's long blonde hair and perfectly shaped chin. Laura put her tongue out and forced the pink, pointed, strong muscle into Aurelia's mouth, while her breasts were pushed against Aurelia's nape. The restrained Agent returned the kiss, meddling her ring-pierced tongue with Laura. The kiss was long, wet, wild and rather sexual. The blonde beauty savoured every moment of it. 

When she finally removed her forever-twirling tongue from between the red-head's lips, a long thread of saliva dripped from her mouth and fell over Aurelia's face. Laura giggled happily.

"Ohhhhh... sexy baby, my fantastic escape artist, you cheating and delusive foot queen! Now I got you! Got you, and won't let you go too easily!" she whispered as her index fingers' long nails were drawing circles on Aurelia's throat under her chin. Laura's eyes were gleaming of delight, but Trixie's eyes in the background were flashing with hatred and obvious jealousy.

"Did you miss me, you sexy, lovely, sweet little killer?" Laura cooed, while her hands slowly slid down to Aurelia's firm breasts.

"Hello Laura!" she replied with a smile. "I missed you. But I knew you would find a way to get me out of Tyros' hands."

"Oh you smart little bitch, I would like to tell you soooo many things! Fortunately we will have plenty of time later, after this race. We will have the time of your whole lifetime!" Laura chuckled, while tickling Aurelia's ribs with her long fingernails. "However now we have to work. Time is short, plenty of job to do. Trixie, let's start!" Her voice had turned ice-cold as she instructed her minion.

Laura straightened herself and with sluttish steps she walked to Aurelia's chained feet where another crazy and childish welcome ceremony began. The blonde woman squatted down, kissing and licking both of the Agent's feet and all ten toes, fondling and massaging them, cooing to them words like "my lovely little babies", "most perfect pleasure toys", "sexy wiggling sugar maggots" or "killing, fancy sex blades" referring to Aurelia's long toenails. Meanwhile, Trixie stepped to Aurelia's back and and started to smooth away her wet curls, combing them into straight mops. Trixie never stopped looking at what Laura was doing to Aurelia, but she did not say a word nor tried to cause any harm. Her jealousy was burning inside her but she was controlling it. So far.

"This is the big opportunity, this is the final hit we shall make, my love!" Laura eventually said. She sat down on a small bench and after Trixie had handed her a small pedicure toolbox, she began to

remove the dead skin from around Aurelia's nailbeds. "Your long absence caused Tyros big troubles. He is financially unstable. He spared you during the last weeks to win him the Elven Adventure, which means he is going to risk and bet big sums on you. Of course we need to be patient and clever. We do not want to let him keep any money and also we must ensure that you stay alive, my fair-footed Aphrodite. Fortunately just like in case of every sport events, you can bet not only on final results, but also on several partial results as well. The Elven Adventure is a chain of several smaller competitions between the Elves, so Tyros will have the chance to bet and bet again, gaining more and more confidence as you progress in the race. He might link some of his bets in order to gain more money, and this will lead him to his fall!" The blonde woman giggled, still working on Aurelia's toes with a sure hand, using her experience of decades in pampering female feet.

"He can't know I'm here talking with you, and he also can't know I have my connections to the betting office. But I will know, I will exactly know when he will be vulnerable and how to crush him completely. And when this happens you will be informed, my love. Somebody will let you know, when it is time to lose. When you will hear the secret phrase of  'the blonde queen needs your sacrifice' you will know, that it is a message from me. And then you'll lose. Repeat!" Laura ordered. She had just finished removing the dead skin around her toes while Trixie had combed out every loose hair lock.

"I'm glad to hear that you have everything under control. I'll do my best to win until someone tells me 'the blonde queen needs your sacrifice', and then I'll lose the next race while staying alive. Oh, Laura, I'm so impatient to belong to you, to be with you all the time!"

Laura giggled and playfully tapped Aurelia's sole.

"Yes, you will belong to me, I promise! And don't worry, honey bunny. I want you back. Alive, I mean. You will lose but not die. I will make sure to order you to lose at a point where you will still have a good chance to make it in one piece. I want you to be one of those who survives the game, although not in the first place. So don't think too much about this. You need to trust me," Laura explained in a soft voice, as she inspected Aurelia's toenails. "We don't have to beat our brains too much. You will be one of the Red Elves. Your beautiful red mane speaks for itself."

As she changed the topic abruptly, Aurelia realised, that all the others slaves around were prepared following one of five different patterns. The hair of the natural red-heads was coloured in a fiery red shade, looking completely artificial, like those colours seen in cartoons and animé movies. The Blondes were tainted either a high blue or ocher colour , while brown and black hair got coloured in silver or pitch black with purple hazes. The overall result was to turn all the slaves into cartoon characters. Laura started to buff Aurelia's nails with a long nail-file, making them shiny.

"There are strict rules in the competition. Normally, all Elves should have equal equipment. The length of nails is regulated, long and sharp talons can easily make the difference in a cat-fight. Fortunately, as this room is the last checking point for that and as in Ashagen this kind of rules is not always followed so strictly, or breaking them does not often bring consequence, I can give you some advantages, darling. My heart would be bleeding anyway for them, so we won't cut them. Are you happy?" She smiled like an angel as she started to rasp the tip of Aurelia's toenails into sharp razor blades. Meanwhile, Trixie startde to apply the hair colour, massaging it into Aurelia's hair, making her red mane flashy, bright red like flowers.

"During this race, all kind of stimulants and drugs are permitted, as extreme endurance and super-high pain threshold is needed. You can be sure that 95% of the Elves are pumped full with combat drugs by their masters. However I know Tyros well enough to know that you haven't got anything. That is good: being able to bear more pain might extend the suffering, but that doesn't lead to victory or survival. You will need a clear mind and take good decisions to make it through" Laura kept speaking on while working on Aurelia's toes with a sure hand, shaping them into deadly weapons.

"The only thing I'm worrying about is to safeguard your sexy, vulnerable, little feet from being hurt or disfigured too much. So we will use another substance to protect you a little bit, at least from effects of hot stuff. I have my very special body lotion. It will cover your skin smoothly, completely transparent and as such completely undetectable, while it will absorb a lot of heat before cracking and falling down. It will make your peds last longer without being destroyed"

She finished the rasping and started to apply the same fiery red polish to Aurelia's toenails as she her hair had been coloured with. Laura slushed thin layer of red polish over the whole length of the agent's razor-sharp toe-nails, making them sluttish. She playfully giggled and kissed the tip of each toe after having finished the polishing. She was obviosuly enjoying every moment. Then she started to work on Aurelia's hands, while Trixie brought a portable drier machine and directed their hot air onto Aurelia's toes, making the polish dry really fast.

"Remember, my most favoured red slut," Laura continued while Trixie narrowed her eyes, "You are important for me. You promised me nasty things, you promised me you will prove how much you love to torture other bitches, to burn their toes into crisps, to make them beg for easy death only by playing with their feet. You also promised me Tyros, and if you do well today you will soon be able to fulfil all your promises. I was angry, furiously angry with you when you escaped, but actually your tricky little run made things better between me and Tyros. I will have him, and together with him I will have you. All is well that ends well. So you will go inside, fight, scream, suffer, win then lose, but finally survive." As she spoke she was rasping Aurelia's fingernails just as sharp as her toenails, improving the already deadly talons into long, natural weapons.

"And after this we shall all move to my little home, to my warm little bunny hole, where we shall enjoy the pleasures of torturing and destroying thousands of sexy toes. Are you longing for that, dear?" Laura asked in a silky voice.

"Oh, Laura. I could not stand to be in Tyros' hands any longer. That's why I ran away. All that time I have been longing to find you so that we could play torturing feet all day long. Is there really no way I can join you without going through those Elven Adventures?" Aurelia whispered.

The same red polish was applied to her fingernails and finally the promised fire resistance lotion was poured and massaged onto her feet upto the middle of her calves. Looking at herself in the mirror, Aurelia faced a red amazon, still vulnerable and helpless, but with her newly rasped nails she was ready to fight and kill. Laura bent to her face one more time and sensually kissed her ringed lips, rubbing her pointed nose against Aurelia's.

"Good bye for now, my love. Next time we will meet you will be my property, and then I can finally enjoy all the things you have promised to offer me..." She blinked at her and walked away, followed closely by the

forever silent Trixie.

Aurelia was left alone for a while, watching how the other unfortunate slaves were turned into extreme Barbie dolls. Some time later she was finally rolled out by a guard. Cleaned, pampered and prepared for the mysterious Elven Adventure, the young Agent found herself led to another room filled with guards and wooden barrels. Her straps were released. Two muscular men grabbed her and shoved her into one of the old-style barrels. Small holes had been drilled through the sides, which would prevent her from suffocating. The barrel was small, but she could squat down without being into a too painful or exhausting position. The lid was placed on the top and hooped with iron, closing the woman into the small, dark place. Aurelia was not even surprised when her barrel was tilted and she was rolled away, without too much care.

Aurelia pressed her feet,hands and back firmly against the walls of the barrel so as not to tumble uncontrollably. The downside was that pretty soon she was feeling nauseous and disorientated. She was glad that her stomach was empty or she would have been concerned to puke its content around. After a long rolling trip, Aurelia was finally stopped and her barrel was placed upright. She could hear muffled voices talking and laughing, but the thick wood stopped any other information from reaching the prisoner.

Hours passed. Cramps were slowly building in Aurelia's limbs. She was trying to move them, to massage them, but in the narrow space there was little she could do. In spite of the breathing holes the air was getting pretty thick and hot inside the barrel. In other circumstances she might have felt concerned about her make-up but here it was the last of her problems. From time to time she pressed her ear against the holes to listen to the guards's chat, hoping to gather useful information. Or maybe they would fall asleep. It would then be worth trying to kick the lid open, or grind her nails into the wood until she could free herself. With her body totally free, there was a hope that she could escape once again. The smell of her own body was beginning to peer through the sluttish perfume she had been sprayed with. She was wondering how long they would leave them rotting in those barrels. Was the Adventure about to begin?

Chapter XXIX - The Elven Adventure begins

The orc brothers were taking some rest after unleashing the small blue haired girl. The tiny thing had been shaking and begging after they had pulled her out of her barrel. She had fallen to her knees and had babbled like a baby. When the rules had been told to her she had become hysterical. She was funny. They had needed to land some well-aimed kicks to her ribs until the forty-kilos skinny chick finally got herself through the gate leading to the tunnels of the cave system. Their job was to press twenty elven bitches through this gate, with fifteen minutes between the releases.

As the next barrel arrived the two orcs walked to it. This part of the cave was already under the Adventure's regulations, so for the sake of the perfect illusion, everything had to be authentic, medieval like. Thus, instead of  watches, they were relying on an ancient looking sand clock that was fixed to the stone wall. Presently it was indicating that there were five minutes remaining before the next release. One of them unlocked the hoop and the barrel lid was removed, revealing the fire-red head of a beautiful woman. She, unlike the previous bony cunt, was tall, visibly strong, with really big, round boobs and fiercy eyes.

Aurelia stood up, stretching her limbs while looking around. Her professional eyes were mechanically noticing and listing the exits, the persons in the room along with their weapons, visible or concealed, as well as their probably skills as could be derived from their build and way of holding themselves. The walls, ceiling and floor were made of scraggy rock. They were inside a small cave room with only two entrances. Real torches were burning in simple, iron sockets fixed to the wals. There also was some hidden source of light that radiated a smooth, blue gleam all over the place. On one side of the cave was a dark area, where dancing shades of torch flames created scary illusions. A light wind was blowing through the room. The ventilation seemed to be up and running properly. Aurelia's sharp eyes easily detected the cameras, identifying three of them from the corner of her eyes. They were painted rock-grey and very well faded into the environment.

The bodies of the two guards were covered with heavy pieces of leather armour. They looked thick and were studded with shiny rivets. Both men were big, as tall as basketball players. Their faces were hidden behind horrifying rubber masks of beasty orcs. The masks were highly professional props, following facial gestures in a surprisingly realistic way. The two men gave a perfect illusion of being fantasy creatures instead of steroid-pumped body-builders. Long, yellow fangs were flashing in the dim light as the two orcs smiled at the girl. Both of them held shiny objects in their hands with tiny, non-figurative paintings on their smooth surface, which looked like two fairytale magic wands. They knew that they were already in the gaming area and that accordingly all their actions were filmed and recorded. At this moment of the game, the elven bitch was to be explained the basic rules of the game and the spectators' fun should not be spoiled by technical details that could ruin the illusion.

"Get out of the barrel, stupid bitch! Your rest is over!" One of them barked. His voice was deep and rough, exactly what would be expected from an orc guard. The other orc leaped forward and gave a double-sole kick into the barrel side. The container wavered and fell on its side, literally pouring Aurelia out.

She crawled out of the barrel, looking in defiance around her. The orcs stood a couple of steps away, holding their wands with attention. They had positioned themselves on both sides of the barrel, the tasers hidden inside their wands were ready to shoot if needed. This barrel was painted with an alarming red X from the outside, indicating that the slave inside was a really dangerous, skilled combatant. The previous girl had been easy to handle just by the effect of the guards' look, voice and words, but this redhead was different, a completely different kind of slave. Both of them were skilled warriors, they easily recognized who could be dangerous. And by the swift way the red whore rose to her feet they could feel she was a fighter. Nevertheless, they enjoyed the changed situation. It was quite boring to deal only with weak and defenceless cunts. They also knew, that everything was monitored and that should something turn wrong, a squad of well-equipped orc warriors could arrive in one minute.

Aurelia was now standing. She was rubbing her limbs, massaging the cramps away while studying her surrounding through narrowed eyes. She did not say anything. She did not like the look of those wands. They looked innocuous, but the orcs were clenching them in a way that told they were real weapons and that they were ready, and even eager, to use them. The way they had surrounded her made it impossible for her to kill one of them before behind hit by his companion. She would have to wait for a later opportunity.

"Now listen, you bitch. The entrance to the gaming area is to your right" the chief said calmly, referring to a tight, strictly one-person-wide slit in the cold stone wall. "As soon as you pass through that slit over there, your game will begin. Your chronometer will start. From that very moment you need to be quick." As he spoke, the orcs were slowly shepherding Aurelia towards the entrance. "Inside, there will stations where you need to stop. You will find out why. But the time you take to go from station to station will be monitored. Late arrivals will make you get some disadvantage. So, be quick, you stupid elven cunt, be always quick!"

"Right behind that slit you will find a pair of pliers. Special pliers,designed for manicure. That is going to be your one and only weapon, unless you find something else. Inside the caves, between the stations, the elven slaves are free to interact with each other. You can do anything you want to your fellow cunts. And I advise you to do some bad things to them. You elven slaves do not have any property. You must deal with what you still possess: Your bodies. Mainly your fingernails. In the Elven Adventure, fingernails are your currency, the only valuable money you can trade with. And sometimes you will need to trade: on the stations you will be allowed to buy some relief for yourself."

Aurelia had now almost reached the entrance. The orcs were still pointing their wands at her while remaining out of reach of her hands and feet.

"Of course the nails do not need to be your own. In fact, I would encourage you not to trade your own nails. Indeed, although one finger-nail is worth one coin, there are other rules. Only unattached, intact nails will be accepted. Only finger-nails; toenails do not count. Only nails that are still clearly painted so their colour is easily identifiable. In some cases, you will need more than one coin and in such cases all coins must be of a different colour. All in all, there are five colours. You possess ten reds, but you can also find blue, black, yellow and silver nails. Try to have as many in as great a variety of colour as possible. You will need them. Be quick, and be a collector."

"And now, fucking go in!" he shouted.

Aurelia was facing the narrow slit in the wall. She would have to squeeze herself in order to enter it. The two orcs had their eyes fixed on her, ready to use their wands. There would be no point in attacking them and the secret agent passed through the slit. On the other side, the cave was much darker. She saw the dancing flames of a few torches far away, but the distance between them was far too long, they did not give much visibility. However, a blue gleam was pervading everywhere, not enough to provide real light, but enough to make silhouettes visible. She was at the end of a more or less straight, narrow shaft dug through sheer rock. The walls and floor were soggy, she felt moist stone under her soles, and she could hear water dripping somewhere in the darkness.

On the floor, she found the small pair of pliers and she grabbed it. It was the first time a weapon was given to her. The pliers had a strange shape. They looked like dentist's forceps. One of the grips' ends was pointy and extremely sharp, with tiny, backward-oriented ratchet teeth. A slight touch was enough to show it was as sharp as a scalpel. The other grip ended in a small, thin, coin-like circle. Its length was similar to the first grip.　Their purpose was clear: those were nail-ripping forceps. Once the razor grip would have been forced under the nail and the other grip pressed on the other side, the tiny backward teeth would push against the inner surface of the nail and would make it much easier to complete the bloody extraction.

Aurelia looked at the instrument in the dim light, feeling shivers going down her spine. This was not a weapon; this was a torture instrument. It was obvious that the organisers of this game wanted the Elves to torture each other, to deface each other, to turn them into the same race of monsters they were. Aurelia decided that she would not use the tool unless she would be forced to. She knew how to defend herself and she would try to succeed the missions without paying this horrible price. Nevertheless, she kept the instrument. It might prove handy for other uses, including cutting the throat of some of those hideous guards.

Holding the pliers in her left hand, she began to follow the dark tunnel, jogging supplely on the stone floor. The guards had told that speed was important and she was decided to do her best. At this pace, she was fast enough, but she was also ready to react to any attack, ready to stop, ready to jump. All her senses were awake as she ran silently.

The shaft she was following suddenly joined a wider tunnel. She stopped and stay immobile, listening intently for any sound that could reveal a presence. Her eyes tried to pierce the night to explore the new environment.　She saw that the floor of the passage was covered with dark water that rippled softly. In the blue light it looked black and sinister. To her left the tunnel was closed by rusty iron bars, going from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling rusty. A rapid exploration confirmed her that it would be impossible to go that way. She quickly searched for hinges or grooves or any indication that the grid could be opened. To her disappointment the grid had lack of any door or window, it was a solid piece of rusty metal embedded deeply into the rock around. The bars were wet and mossy, but under the outer surface shiny steel was glowing coldly. She had no chance to get through that obstacle.

To the right the tunnel was unobstructed. It seemed to be long, very long. The yellow lights of burning torches were fading away into the darkness. Cautiously, Aurelia stepped in the water. To her relief, her foot only sunk down to the ankle. She would not have to swim. The water was cold, chilling cold, as the cave was not deep enough to be subject to geothermal heat. As she walked down the tunnel, every step made the dark water rippling, sending small waves in all directions, while the splashing sound echoed along the tunnel. She walked over cobble stones and bigger pieces of rock that, fortunately, were not sharp or scraggy. They did not hurt her feet but they prevented her from jogging. In the relative darkness, she might easily stumble over them if she progressed too fast.

In a fancy villa

The slaver lord Adamar was sitting in his favourite, velvet covered armchair. It was very early, just past 7AM, but the Elven Adventure was an event worth to change one's daily routine. He loved to watch the whole story, which normally lasted over twenty-four hours. He particularly loved to watch the beginning and the end. The thrill of start was always exciting, he loved to watch the bitches' first steps as they entered the orc caves. That was somehow inspirational. He had had a long sleep and had just finished his early morning session in the gym. His muscles were bulging under his skin and he was still panting slightly, he was still covered in his own sweat. He had spent too much time doing his excercises and had missed a couple of slaves' releases, but the most interesting Elven cunts were just to be introduced. Holding a crystal glass full of fresh orange juice in his right hand, he sipped big gulps, the cold drink brougt relief to his exhausted body. A personal slave girl was kneeling between his open legs and - as instructed - gave him oral service in a very slow and relaxing way. She used only her lips, tongue and throat, moving up and down with a slow motion, breathing through her nose and keeping her master aroused but not even fully erect. Adamar was a not young man anymore, and he needed his strength for the upcoming day. He had not even taken his regular stimulant yet, it was too early. Whatever, the bitch's moist mouth felt good around his dick, and she was well trained not to spoil Adamar's pleasure. She was an expert with her mouth, actually, she was nothing else but a mouth with fat, saline filled, soft lips and an experienced tongue. The woman had no arms, those had been amputated at her shoulder sockets a long time ago, her eyes had been gouged out and the slits had been sewn together. Her breasts too had been removed and her crotch had been modified to fulfil survival expectations (emptying bladders and colon), but nothing else. The slave was a sucking machine and was very good at that.

The air was still cool -- mornings in the desert can be really chilly sometimes -- but Adamar did not feel cold, although he was sitting on his open-air terraced garden. The training, the cock sucker bitch between his legs and the twenty displays in front of him made his blood heated up. He held a remote control in his left, all of the huge monitors displayed one of the elven cunts wandering in the orc caves. Adamar loved the technic. He paid for the full package, he could change to any locations, to any slaves anytime, had the right to use the mobile cameras and zoom on any details he was interested in. Ashagen's technological development would had shocked the rest of the world, they used the most advanced technology what was not even public. Secret military inventions, the highest level of scientific researches, Ashagen possessed the rest of it. Of course they did, so many high level politicians, military officers and intelligence leaders were among their rows. How else could they hide a complete city from the satellites, or avoid being detected? Adamar did not know too much about those things, but he did not really want to know more at all. Knowledge is dangerous, in cases like that even practically deadly. He just enjoyed the advantage of that technology, that was far enough for him. Almost every displays, showing individual locations of the cave system, had a small black circle blinking in the corner, indicating that the place is dark. But for Adamar everything was clear and colourful. Was not like an old fashioned infra camera record with all the awful green silhouettes, but the highest resolution clean picture. He loved it. Always great fun to watch half-blind bitches muddling around.

He got a glimps of one of the changing monitors, which were advising the news of the adventure. Slave names, locations, lost and acquired fingernails, their running time was shown there, including the possible bets which could have been already placed. Bets were placed on final position in the Elven Adventure (for those who would survive until the final contest), time to reach the first, second or third station, on which station the slave would die or how many nails she would have lost before the stations. Thousands of different data and betting opportunities were selectable. The odds were changing continually and placing the bets at the right time was crucial. Later, at the stations, bets were to be placed on the outcome of the individual or group competitions. The Elven Adventure was a heaven for any sadistic gambler. But this time no odds or new betting options caught Adamar's attention. It was a name and a picture. "Aurelia Panther, 1st class slave, owned by Tyros". Two button were pushed and from an unrolling menu the name was selected. Another button and nine displays formed one big screen, showing the redhead woman who had just stepped into a shallow lake. Adamar shortly whistled as he gazed at Aurelia. She remembered her well, the slave who had escaped from his mansion, the one who had been robbed from him by that ass-hole ninja. The guy had paid a good price for her, but after Adamar had seen her performance in the Heavy Feet Race, he had learnt that the cunt had even higher a value. He licked her lips and thrust his crotch against the cunt-mouth slave's throat, making the shit-eater cough and emit a big globe of slime onto the long shaft. Adamar smiled. It made sense to monitor the red-head bitch, she seemed to be surprisingly fresh and healthy. Could it be that another of Adamar's recruits would win the Elven Adventure?

By an underground lake

The small lake finally ended and Aurelia climbed on a flat, slippery, slimy stone, facing a huge cavehall on the other side. She could only guess what the size of the cave was. The torches that were burning close to the floor failed to shed light on the ceiling. Rocks of various sizes and shapes were laying all around, some of them small as a fist and others as huge as cars or even buses. She could not see any other entrance to the huge hall, but as the distant walls were in pitch darkness they could hide any thing. At least the torches seemed to indicate a direction, as one after the other they were leading to the far side of the huge cave.

In a huge cavehall

Charlotte used to be a successful businesswoman. Working for a well-known international corporation, she had had a good life. It was good but not easy. She owned a comfortable flat, earned sufficient salary for daily expenses, got the highest level medical treatments when needed. It was not too big a price in exchange for being a company slave. However, working for a corporation like that was not exactly Sleeping Beauty's dream, especially for someone looking for promotion and career. It was a continuous fight, fighting for survival, fighting against those under her and striving for somehow knocking out her boss and taking his place. Lottie was performing very well. She climbed the ladder step by step, never slept well and was always ready to take advantage of her opponent's mistakes. She used everything she had. Her brain, her time, her body, her mouth, her legs, her well developed sexuality. Unfortunately she was not smart enough, or maybe she was simply unlucky. At the age of 33 she had lost a battle when her current boss finally decided to fuck another girl, a girl who was longing for Lottie's position. And as it often happens, the next quarterly report clearly showed that Lottie was under-performing. Her contract was immediately cancelled and she was fired.

She had clearly made a mistake after that. Instead of keeping her spared money and try to live outside the company, the urge for revenge had driven her mad. She used all her resources, all her money to prove her innocence... without success. She had lost her job, and in short time she had lost the remaining of her existence as well. And then she made the mistake that proved to be irreversibly serious: she blackmailed her former boss with all the digital photos and records of their sexual games that she had taken in secret. Lottie sent the email some evening and then went to sleep. The next day she woke up in the belly of an air-plane carrying a new slave supply to Ashagen.

Just a couple of weeks later Lottie was squatting behind a huge boulder, freezing and trembling. Right after she had been released and had entered those hideous dungeons, she had fell into a small lake of icy water and almost lost her only weapon, the shiny nail-ripper forceps. Luckily, she was a good swimmer and she had managed to make it through, only to find herself into the huge cave-hall. She was a black-belt karate fighter. The only thing she had ever focused on beside her work was to keep her body in shape. She was terrified about what was waiting for her, but at the same time she felt confident. She was there, in the hideous dungeon to compete. Even if she would have to face physical torture and extreme challenges, competing was what she had been doing all her life. Fight and win. At the entrance she had been told to hurry, but her owner had given her different instructions. He had told her to focus more on acquiring as many commodities as possible, getting to the next station was only secondary priority. So she was waiting, chattering in the cold.

Somebody was coming. She could hear slip noises as naked soles progressed over stone, and she saw some overgrown shades in the light of the distant torches. Lottie grinned, showing her teeth. She held the pliers in front of her and suddenly jumped out, only a couple of meters away from the approaching figure.

A tall, curly Blondie with long legs appeared suddenly in front of Aurelia. She must have been a Blondie, as her hair and eyebrows were unnaturally blue, the weird colour was visible even in the dim light. Her eyes with her long blue leashes were cold and icy. The newcomer had red, round lips, her round apple like breasts were not too small and not too big, fitting perfectly to her lean figure. The blue lady's body was trained in a familiar way, similar to her own. The woman wore a second class slave mark on her forehead, rings were hanging from her crotch, nipples, nostrils and lips, and she was holding an identical pair of pliers between her blue-painted fingers, pointing the tool forward, right at Aurelia's chest.

"Stop, you fucking bitch!" the woman shouted as she squared her shoulders. She was still young and her body was in perfect condition, only a couple of whipmarks crossed her flat belly and thighs. Lottie's knees remained slightly bent, she was obviosuly ready to jump like a tiger.

Aurelia was reluctant to fight without necessity. She was hoping she could go through that game without spilling more blood than could be avoided. Therefore, as the woman approached her prudently in a fighting stance, she offered a smiling face and tried to befriend her.

"Wait! We don't have to fight!" she whispered. "Don't let those dogs change us into beasts. My name is Aurelia. Maybe we could..:"

"Names make no sense here, slave!" Lottie interrupted her,  showing her teeth in a cruel grin. "We are not here to make friends. We are here to fight and die if necessary!" Her eyes were following Aurelia's every little movement. She forced herself to be strong, she forced herself to show her worst face, and she never allowed herself to forget that her owner was following her through hidden cameras. Lottie was afraid of that man, that Arabian ass-hole who had raped and tortured her so many times, who had broken her will so easily and made her lick shit from the floor while begging for more. She hated him but she feared him even more, and she was ready to show that demonic man that she had learnt her place. Lottie was fighting for her life, but she knew well that survival only meant to go back to her owner again. She wanted to impress him, to prove him she was worthy to be kept alive and healthy.

"I believe you are mistaking. At least, let's team up. We'll be stronger together." Aurelia replied.

"I fucking don't mind what you think or feel, you red latrine" Lottie spat. "I'm only showing some generosity to make you remember to whom you granted those pretty nails of yours. I'm Charlotte, and I'm fucking bored of talking!" she screeched in her high-pitched and still hoarse voice. If she had known that it was this very voice, which she used to have when she was being fucked, that had pissed off her ex-boss and had decided him to change the company pet. But Lottie had no idea how much small things could make a difference. "Here is my deal, strawberry cunt. You surrender, you drop your pliers and you lay on the ground. If you do so, I promise I will only tear out two nails from the hand of your choice. But if you resist... you cow, I will not only tear off all your nails, but fucking cut off your udders and make you eat them!" The woman was foaming and her pretty face contorted in a rabid grin. She was obviously driven by some kind of stimulant. Veins were bulging on her neck, even though her eyes seemed to be soberly icy.

"I'm not going to let myself stripped without fighting." Aurelia warned, taking a more threatening tone and stance. "Actually, you will probably lose against me if you really want to confront me. Let's team together, this is your last chance."

"Do waste my time, slave-cunt! I practised using these tiny things enough, one nail will take less than half a minute! Just surrender, and two minutes later you will be free to go." She was smiling but that smile was not promising any good.

"I've warned you but you don't want to listen. You are just a stubborn waste of time and energy. Prepare to fight" Aurelia growled, upset by the stubbornness of the other slave. It was always shocking her how Ashagen citizens were able to turn their slaves into inhuman beasts of prey. And to some point she was concerned that it might have happened to her. Having spoken, she too assumed a fighting stance, instantly ready for the now unavoidable struggle. She was holding her pliers in her left hand, intending to use her right hand as her main weapon, knowing that her special nails were her most deadly advantage in the fight to come.

Lotti ran out of patience, the Fire-haired bitch did not show any sign of surrender. Being a black belt karate fighter the ex-business woman finally clearly realized that her opponent was not that kind of terrified and lost slaves she had mostly seen during the Elven Adventure preparations, but at the same time she knew that she had to follow her Master's instructions and had to take advantage of every encounter. She snarled wildy revealing her healthy teeth.

"Fuck you!" she hissed then jumped against the other. At the last minute she let the pliers fall, they were practically useless in close fight. In mid-air she launched a kick aiming right at the Redhead's abdomen, her shiny, blue painted, pointed toenails targeted the bellybutton. With her drug-fuelled unnatural strength and reflexes Lotti felt unquestionably self-confident and she could already feel her toes hitting the abdominal muscles, pushing her opponent's body away onto the cold rocks. But the expected result never came, her toes never reached their target. No matter how fast Lotti was, the Red-head proved even faster. At the very last possible moment, or even a split second later, she dodged the kick by stepping aside a few inches, letting Lotti fly past her. A disappointed shout left Lotti's mouth, she tried to snap at the Red-head's face, aiming at the other's eyes with her dangerous-looking blue fingernails, but the Red bitch bent backwards again with such a quickness, that Lotti's claws could scratch only the very surface of her chin. A few ruby blood drops sprayed around, but Lotti still had to realize how futile an attempt she had made. Unable to correct her trajectory she helplessly waited for the expected attack, and for her utter desperation it really arrived.

Something that must have been a kick hit her butt with such a force, that one of her legs got numb immediately and her body spun around its axis. Lotti fell onto the sharp rocks in a rather inelegant way with her limbs pointing into every possible direction. A surprised anger-filled scream left her throat as she tried to get back to her feet, but she never finished that action. For a moment something swung in front of her eyes, five long toes with fiery red nails filled her vision and the next kick landed on her forehead. Lotti's nape hit the rocks hard, and the Blonde slave lost her consciousness for a couple of seconds. When her senses finally awoke she found herself on her belly, both her hands forced against her shoulder blades while somebody was pushing something hard, probably a knee, into her spine in a rather painful way, while her hair had been wrapped in front of her throat and was now slowly being pulled backward, strangling her and forcing her to lift her head and torso.

"Ohhh... shit... Aooooohhhhhh! This huuurts! I'm sooorrrry! You woon! You WON! Please, just don't knock me out, don't leave me here unconscious!" she coughed and whined. The fighter and confident Lotti was gone, replaced by a defeated naked woman who was deeply worrying about her short term future.

Aurelia was driving her knee in the small of her opponent's back while pulling more and more onto her hair, forcing her in an increasingly more severe backwards arch. She was easily holding her wrists into one hand, shoving her sharp nails into her flesh to ensure she would not slip out of her hold. The fight had hardly worked her up. That bitch was so over-confident that it had been almost too easy to defeat her. Her whining now, after all she had said before the fight were angering her.

"Shut up you bitch!" the Agent said while yanking harder on the hair to strangle her some more. "I offered you to team up, but you were too arrogant to accept, and now you are whining. I don't know why I should show you any pity."

And with that she pulled harder on Lotti's hair, driving it deeper into her throat. She felt her bucking under her knee, she saw her mouth gaping wider and her tongue protruding. She held tight until her victim's passed out. Then, as the blue-haired girl was unconscious, she used her tool to cut all the nails off each of her hands. The feeling as the tiny ovals were torn from their fleshy beds was sickening but Aurelia was still under the effect of anger and this helped her in the macabre process.

"Now, I don't want you to run after me..." she hissed through her clenched teeth. And with that, she used the same tool to tear the nail off the big toe of each of Lotti's feet. "This should slow you down a little..." With a last bout of sadism, she shoved the two bloody nails into the helpless slave's mouth.

Finally, taking the unconscious girl's nail-puller, which she had left on the ground, she threw it away and heard it make a splashing sound as it fell into the lake. She gave her a light kick into the ribs, eliciting a weak moan of pain. Lotti was still unconscious but she should soon come back to her senses, before anybody found her. But she would not know how long she had been out and would never know for sure who had taken her nails.

Holding the precious 10 blue nails in her left hand, Aurelia calmly ran away in a light jog.

On the terrace of a luxurious palace

The dark-skinned oil Sheik rampaged in the terrace of his palace. He grabbed everything close enough and threw all kind of objects against his minions and slaves or just simply into the small lake inhabited by slender goldfishes. Crystal glasses, apples, mangos, figs and then the fruit plate, the bottle of expensive French cognac, all landed in every possible directions around the out-of-self-control man. His bodyguards did not move, not even when one of them's thigh was hit by an apple, but the slave girls, naked or wearing translucent veils, whined in fear and hid behind the numerous pillars. Their Master's rage was a really bad sign. Whenever the Sheik became so furious, some of the slaves had to die.

Rahgeb Sheik had every reason to turn into a raging monster. The extremely large plasma screen showed a scene that was really outrageous. His best gladiator slave, the irritating-voiced, arrogant and stupid but physically strong Charlotte bitch was laying there in the middle of a rock cave, unconscious, moaning softly with bleeding hands and feet. She had lost all her nails, lost her weapon, lost her ability to run, lost her pride and her strength, practically lost every chance of progressing in the game or to survive. With her incompetence she had caused a huge financial loss for the Sheik. The man wanted to reach through the screen, pull the stupid cunt onto his terrace and beat the shit out of her, which was rather impossible, luckily for Lotti.

"We switch to the number 5 entrance hall, where a freeform catfight is happening." Jennifer, Ashagen TV network's popular speaker announced as the main Channel's broadcast replaced the fixed camera. Rahgeb Sheik had set the system to change automatically when something was happening with one his gladiator slaves, so he had the chance to witness again how the Red-head witch had defeated Lotti then strangled her into unconsciousness just to rip off nail after nail with the precision of a brain surgeon.

"What a cold-hearted and professional solution, amazing." Jennifer giggled. "Ouch, what a pity the Blue Elf wasn't awake, chain losing of nails usually makes elves scream really lovely." she commented in her girlish style. What had lasted almost 15 minutes in reality had been summarized in a 3-minute section. Then the main broadcast changed back to live, showing Charlotte starting to regain her consciousness. Her body was trembling, the woman moaned, coughed and spat out two bloody toenails. She was obviously disoriented for a while, but soon enough realized her situation.

"Ohhh nooooooo!" her desperate scream flew far away in the cave.

At a junction

A painful and terrified, distant scream reverberated from the walls from somewhere behind Aurelia's back. She progressed quickly and the cavehall soon became narrower with every step, like the neck of a bottle narrowed into a less than five metres wide corridor. Torches were burning in their slots, solidly secured in place by tight wires, but the rest of the sinister, luminescent light came from unidentifiable locations. The corridor suddenly split up to two even narrower passageway. At the junction a heavy wooden board was hanging from the wall and rough hands had painted hardly recognizable drawings and letters on it.

Two drawings were placed next to each other. One of them was the sketchy painting of a swimming human figure surrounded by small, red, snake-like animals. An arrow pointed above the drawing towards the right passage and the following letters were written under it: W R O N G W A Y. The other drawing showed two very simply drawn schematic faces with stretched tongues licking a yellow penis. The arrow pointed to the left and the letters were: H O T K I S S.

Aurelia looked at the two pictures. Pain and humiliation, that's what I have to choose... she thought. It was quite a dilemma. But Aurelia was not the kind of woman to ponder and change her mind for hours. Whatever her choice, there would be plenty of both later in the game, she was certain of it. At least, humiliation would be less dangerous, would not risk to maim her or lower her chances to continue and fight. And the "wrong way" sign was not encouraging either. It might well mean that it was a dead-end and that she would have to go through the "hot-kiss" anyway. Thus, after a few seconds of rapid thinking, she headed for the left-hand passageway, resuming her easy jogging.

In a narrow channel 

Right after the junction the narrow passageway started to descend leading the girl deeper and deeper. That part was almost completely dark, no lights were showing the way and Aurelia needed to finger the walls to avoid smashing her head against sharp protruding rocks. The channel got lower and lower as if the ceiling were about to fall upon her head, and at last she needed to bend foward more and more until the passageway was almost as small as a sewage duct. Claustrophobia could have been a nightmare in a place like that, but Aurelia did not suffer from anything like that, not even after she had been buried alive by the cavader slaves a couple of weeks before. The Agent had to crawl on her knees and elbows, feeling the stone brushing against her sides and back. Her own breathing was reverberating against the damp walls, creating a strange atmosphere. She made frequent stop to listen intently for any sound. She did not want to get surprised by another nail-hungry elven slave. She was not sure for a while what was happening, but as she progressed, distant, muffled screams, pain and terror-filled moans arrived to her. The narrow channel had real weird acoustics and the so well-known noises sounded like cursed souls whispering in the wind.

After about 30 metres she saw a dim light and finally could orientate herself. The suffering voices were becoming louder and louder. Soon she arrived to a spot where the stone floor gave place to a metal grid. Both the light and the noises were originating from below it. She tried to shake the grid's metal bars but they were thick and well embedded into the stone, seemingly impossible to remove without proper equipment. To Aurelia's disappointment the grid was at the end of a curved chimney preventing her from seeing what was going on inside the cave hall at the other end of the chimney. Still she could identify the dancing lights of blowing torches, the smoky smell of a fire and not surprisingly the smell of burnt flesh. The smells were passing through the grid, along with strangely muffled agonized screams and moans. She could only imagine what was happening downstairs and she wondered if the path she was currently following would lead her to that place. She continued to crawl, cringing as her naked shins rested on the bars, but soon she had reached the other side of the grid.

She continued forward and her way started to turn as the ceiling became higher and higher. Soon she could walk upright again. The passageway finally ended in a heavy iron door  adorned with a handle. The door's foreground was enlighted by the known bluish light, so she could read the words written on the door with white paint: ENTRANCE TO HOT KISS HALL. ONE WAY DOOR. BLOCKING THE DOOR IS PROHIBITED, BLOCKER ELVES ARE EATEN ALIVE.

Aurelia pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear what was awaiting her on the opposite side. But the door was so thick that no sound could pass through. Or maybe it was just that there was nothing to be heard. Finally, turning the handle, she pushed the heavy door and entered the new place.

Chapter XXX - The Hot Kiss Hall

She arrived to a small room, as wide as the channel she had followed and at least 10 metres long. It was ending with a door similar to the one she had just gone through, except that it was pierced by a rectangular loophole, as big as Aurelia's fist. Through that came the moans and smell of smoke she had encountered at the gridded chimney. As soon as she let go of the heavy, rattling door, it immediately closed behind her with a loud bang and she heard the latch sliding into its slot. The entrance door had no handle inside, nor had the exit one. She was walking to the second door when suddenly the light coming from the loophole was cut by a face that seemed to come straight from a horror movie's sandman with huge fangs and pock-marked skin. An orc was standing on the other side.

"Another itchy bitchy elven maid ready to enjoy our hospitality," the orc said before erupting into a rattling laugh.

"Okay, bitch. Stay in the middle of the corridor and lay on the ground, face down. Pliers and any other possession you might have, place them in front of you, you will get them back later. Legs wide open, place your hands onto your nape. Stay still!" the instructions were roared in one breath.

Aurelia considered her options. Her only choice was to obey, or at least to pretend to obey. As she knelt down, she tried to locate were the cameras were placed. They did not seem to have any blind angle. It was too bad as the orc seemed to be about her own size. Still this planted the germ of a plan in her mind. If she could ever meet one of these orcs in a place without camera (or after having blinded them), she could steal his outfit and try to leave the place before the trick was discovered.

But for the moment, she just laid down, depositing her 10 blue nails and her nail-ripper in front of her. Then she spread her legs wide and put her hands behind her head as ordered. 

As soon as she was on the ground, the inner door opened with a jarring creak and two orcs entered the ante-room yielding their "magic wands". These men wore the same studded leather armours as those she had met at the entrance of the game area- Their masks were close to perfection, creating the illusion of facing two real fantasy monsters. Their bare arms were covered with tattoos and the bulging muscles indicated that both of them were doing a lot of weight training.

"What do we know about this one?" one of them asked.

"The mysterious telepathic shaman network says she is a first-class slave, single winner of a Heavy Feet Race in the Arena, skilled martial artist, a highly dangerous elf," the other replied as the data were received into his "magical" ear-plugs through  the cave's transmission system.

"Highest level wariness is required. Roast her a bit with your wand!" he suggested.

In an Ashagen-style striptease bar

Tyros's hands clenched in front of the screen as he heard those words. He was sitting in a comfortable armchair, carefully monitoring Aurelia's every little action. At the same time he kept himself informed about the progress of some other elves as well, mostly those who could be potential opponents of his Panther Girl. The antechamber's cameras were set in the ceiling, offering a bird-view of the shapely ass of the laying girl. The bar was almost empty. It was still very early in the morning and most citizens preferred to watch the Elven Adventure from the comfort of their home. In the evening the bar would be crowded with the citizens who wanted to enjoy in company the exciting races, but at the moment everything was silent. He had just finished with his breakfast and was sipping his coffee. A few customers were sitting in other stalls, watching the race on flat screens.

The "Crawling Butterfly" was a modern bar with leather couches and glass tables everywhere, offering a wide range of cocktails, beers and drugs. Because of the early hours, the long stages were empty. Only two of the dozen of cages hanging from the ceiling contained a female slave. One of them was either asleep or unconscious, her arms and legs protruding and hanging out of the cage, while the other one was moaning and making futile attempts at fishing out the broken beer bottle that was stuck in her bleeding vagina. Her leaking blood was pooling under her and drop by drop dripped from the edge of the cage's floor, onto the stage. They formed the remains the bar's latest night's party.

The Ninja was quite happy after Aurelia had so successfully and easily acquired 10 toenails, and he felt some relief that the girl had chosen the right way towards the first station. He cursed himself for having forgotten to inform her about the dangers of the alternative way, although there were always slaves who, despite their Master's instructions, headed towards the underground lake filled with those unpleasant leeches. It was not such a big miracle as, in Ashagen, the Master-Slave relationships were rather rarely based on trust. Tyros was not sure if Aurelia would have followed his suggestions, but anyway, she had avoided the lake and the possible time loss it would have meant.

Aurelia's first partial time was flashing in the corner of his screen, showing that 31 minutes had elapsed since she had entered the caves. It was not bad, definitely within the top 20%. She had lost a lot of time arguing with,  fighting and denailing the Blonde cunt, but the final result was fair enough. What was angering him was the approach of the orcs. Electroshocking the girl might not cause permanent damages, but that would drain some of her energy, which could decrease her chances in her next fight. On the other hand, the Elven Adventure had never been a fair game.

In the antechamber of the Hot Kiss Hall

"Hell yeah, let's be sure she is obedient and nice," the other orc snorted as he pushed an almost invisible button on his wand. The wired needle immediately hit Aurelia's round buttock and a fraction of second later electricity reached her body. Blue sparks flashed  for the three seconds during which the current coursed through Aurelia's body. She began to jerk and contort her limbs uncontrollably, her teeth were clattering, her hands were clenching and clawing at the floor. She tried to curl herself into a ball but she could not even do that. Flashes were blinding her bulging and rolling eyes and she was unable to think clearly. Cramps were building inside her battling muscles that were swollen like balls of steel under her glistening skin. When at last the current was stopped, she fell back on the floor, limp, drooling, trembling, drenched in sweat and almost completely stunned.

The orcs cuffed the dizzy Red-head's wrists behind her then dragged her into the main hall by her long mane. The caveman-style carrying proved surprisingly painful as it felt as if her scalp was about to be torn from her skull. Still, she was yet too dazzled to do anything but pained moans and weak contortions of her arms. Her possessions, the pliers and the nails, were collected and brought together with her. The rules were strict and had to be closely followed.

The Hall was huge, the ceiling was at least 10 metres high, made of nearly smooth rock surface interspersed with sharp-edged protrusions. Dozens of old-fashioned torches were burning all along the walls of the approximately 30 metres long and 20 metres wide cave-hall. The torches were only for the ambiance as they could never have created the daylight clarity that was reigning in the place. In fact, another dozen of artificial fake torches radiated their yellow light throughout the room. At least eight other doors were visible around the one Aurelia had been dragged through. Some of them were at floor's level while others opened higher in the wall, accessible by a system of wooden scaffolds and stairs. Numbers were painted on the top of the doors, the one Aurelia arrived through bearing the number three. Close to the apex of the ceiling were smaller holes, probably the openings of chimneys, one of which she had encountered in the passageway that had led her here. As the cave was in the shape of a large bean and she was in one of its ends, the other end remained yet out of the Secret Agent's sight.

Rough and big wooden tables were standing near one side and at least two dozens orcs were around them, some of them sitting at a table and drinking from huge wooden mugs or eating from some bowls filled with fat-dripping roasted chickens, lamb thighs and all other kinds of meat. A couple of large iron cages were standing next to the wall occupied by dozens of male slaves. Unwashed, smelly, hairy bodies were cramped inside the cages. All of them wore completely closed leather masks whose only holes were in front of their mouth to allow them to breathe. Their hands were cuffed behind their back and their ankles were shackled together by means of short chains.

Guarded by two orcs each, a few elven girls were sitting on the ground in a line, as if waiting for something. Two were white-skinned girls, one was painted in ochre yellow while the other was silver, and there was also a Black girl whose hair and nails were of a shiny black. Aurelia was dragged into the line and dropped on the ground, facing the long silver hair of the girl sitting in front of her. The Agent was beginning to recover from the violent electroshocks. Her breathing was calming down, her heart was beating beginning to slow down and her vision was less blurred. She gave a weak smile to the girl in front of her, who merely turned her face away.

The most important feature of the room was in its middle. There were two stone altars, slim pieces of white marbles about one-metre high. Each was supporting a huge, erect, golden, metal cock that was pointing at the ceiling, like statues from some ancient, pervert culture. The cocks had well-developed substructures forming the wide shape of testicles and scrotum. These bases were actually hollow and functioned as furnaces. They were filled with red hot, glowing coals, of which a large supply was ready, slowly burning in a brazier nearby.

One of the orcs, a really tall and muscular man, stood in front of the terrified girls and started to speak, very nicely imitating the rattling voice of Tolkien's monsters.

"Elven cunts! Welcome to the Hot Kiss Hall. This is the first official station of your adventure. You are going to compete in pairs. Three of you are newcomers, one of you..." he pointed to the ochre  Elf in the first position of the queue, "... is about to get her second round. Simple rules: You will be linked to your opponent's tongue by a short chain connecting your tongue rings. The chain will be threaded through a hole that goes through the golden dicks you can see over there. They are hot, heated by hot coals. They burn, they are painful. The chains are short, making it impossible for the two Elves to be at a safe distance from the cock at the same time. One of them will always be roasting while the other can have some relief. You will also have a living cock kneeling in front of you. Use your feet and make the cock cum. The one who makes her cock cumming first is the winner of the game. The winner will be allowed to take two nails from the loser's hands then she can leave. The loser comes back into the queue and plays again soon. If somebody loses three times, she will stay with us in the bug vault. The bug vault is the exit of this place. Winners need to fight their way through the bug vault too, where the losers try to block them. If a loser is successful, she can leave the Hot Kiss Hall by exchanging place with the winner who has just failed to exit. Don't get too excited though, as this is very rare."

"The Elf with the lowest partial time will compete against the loser yellow elf, so the first pair is Linda... " he pointed to the ochre girl in the front of the line,"... against Gemma!" he said, looking at the Black girl. "The second pair will be Maya against Aurelia. Prepare them for the Hot Kiss!" he ordered and their guards grabbed the girls.

As they were pulled towards one of the heated cocks, Aurelia had a second longer peek at the yellow Elf. The girl was missing two of her fingernails on her left hand, the blood still pouring from the fresh wounds. Her face was an agonized mask and her lips were badly burnt, large blisters were forming on both upper and lower lips, leaking pus. They were swollen as is she had an over-botoxed face. The burnt-lipped girl and the Black were dragged to one of the golden cocks while Aurelia and the Silver Elf were led to the other one. There they were forced on their knees, facing each other. Aurelia saw a rather pretty-faced girl whose age could not be more than 20.

Maya was young indeed, just about to turn 19, even though since her arrival to Ashagen a couple months before, she had lost the counting of days, so she had no idea whether she had already reached her birthday. She was Spanish and used to work as a hairdresser in a five-star hotel in Madrid. She had barely finished her middle school and had immediately started to work, first as a trainee and soon enough as a full-time employee of the hotel's private hairshop. She had never been a genius. Matters like maths or sciences were far too complicated for her mind, but as a beautician she had found her best career opportunity. She was young, fresh, cute with dreamy, smiling eyes. She had an angelic face and very pleasant personality, the kind of girl who could make the clients happy by listening to them and successfully pretending to sympathize with their problems. She was short but very shapely and kept herself in form. The almost daily usage of the hotel's gym gave her the physical fitness that was the dream of every woman. Unluckily, one of the wealthy guests, a middle aged elegant woman, had got too fond of her after a couple of encounters, and as that woman was a member of Ashagen's secret society, Maya disappeared one night never to be found. Since her arrival to the city of unspeakable horrors, Maya had learnt properly how to lick a pussy and how to satisfy the overwhelming sexual needs of an ageing, sadistic Baroness. But even if she was taken a relatively good care of, finally she ended up in the Elven Adventure. The Baroness had found a new pet a week earlier during a walk at the slave market, and Maya's privileged position became history. Now this lovely young girl with her irritating silver hair and sluttish silver nails faced a fiery red-haired, extremely beautiful woman and was shaking in fear whenever she glanced at the hot cock, whose heat could be felt even one metre away.

Aurelia too could feel the radiating heat. From the disfigured face of the Yellow Elf she knew kissing that dick would be a very traumatic experience, one she would have to suffer herself or force onto her innocent, fresh and naive opponent. But the Agent knew the advantage she could get with her beautiful face and she was decided not to have it marred in this contest, even if this meant the complete destruction of her unlucky opponent's face. She looked at the Silver Elf with some pity in her eyes, silently apologising for what she was about to do.

While the girls were pinned to the ground by the orcs, another man approached them and attached a short, hardly 20-centimetre-long chain to Maya's tongue-ring. The tiny buckle was firmly locked. He reached for Aurelia's tongue, pinched the ring protruding from her lips, pulled her tongue out and locked it to the chain's free end, linking the girls together by their tongues. Their faces were now very close from each other and it looked as if they were sticking their tongue at each other. As the golden cock was at least five centimetres in diameter, their faces would be far too close to its burning surface, even when in a balanced position.

The guarding orcs placed some kicks into the girls' ribs and backs until both of them were sitting on their butts, directly against the cold stone floor. Their legs were kicked until they had to twist their waist in a position while both of them were facing each other but their legs were leaning straight into opposite directions away from each other, the altar and the hot dick. With wet sponges fished out from a bucket of cold water they roughly cleaned the Elves' feet, more or less removing the dirt of the cave from their soles and toes. The girls could already  feel the immense heat radiating from the cock. Two of the orcs started to remove their trousers and fish out their half-hard cocks from their pants. But then one of them grunted.

"Fuck! look at the toes of the Reddie. Those nails look like vulture claws! I won't let this bitch touch my cock with those, she could gut me, not to mention what could happen to my cock! I'm going to skip this one!" he said while the other burst into joyful laughter.

"You are such a coward, Morg! Ok then, bring one of the dummies, our big brave buddy got scared from some girlie toenails!" another orc said as he slapped the hesitating man's back. Soon one of the masked male slaves arrived and was harshly forced onto his knees in front of Aurelia, close enough that the girl could have an easy access to his bound, raging erection with her dirty soles. The leather strap was removed from the base of his cock, and the sick-bluish member soon started to change colour as the blood stream was let free again. Meanwhile one of the orcs had knelt in front of Maya, petting the girl's silver painted toes.

"Nice little feet, Silver cunt! They make me horny, that's a big advantage for you!" he guffawed.

Aurelia felt the disgusting, half-flaccid touch of the slave's cock resting against her feet. She had never masturbated a man with her feet and did not even know it was possible. She wondered if the rough skin of her soles would be up to the task. Moreover, the man she was supposed to caress was obviously not in good shape, and he was blinded by the hood. The touch of her feet on her cock would be the only stimulus she could have on him, unlike her opponent whose body would be a strong exciter to the already aroused guard. The odds were piled up against the Agent, it seemed.

"I hope you are ready, Elven bitches, your competition starts now!" the orc holding the chain announced. He pulled the girls towards their fate.

The shaft of the golden cock had a set of hinges on one side and it could be tipped open, like the lid of a teapot. As the orc pushed it open with a poker, a puff of over-heated smoke and steam mushroomed from the glowing base. With a final yank he pulled the girls' faces REALLY close to the hot cock, threaded the tongue chain along a tiny groove that had been designed exactly for that purpose, and then he closed the golden cock head back in place, so that the chain would only be permitted back and forth sawing movements. Both girls were already pulling on the chain, stretching their tongues as far out as they could to move their faces away from the unbearable heat that immediately hit their' lips and noses. At almost the same time the first agonizing moans erupted from the other cock where Gemma and Linda also started their torturous foot-job.

In an extravagant lady bedroom

The extremely large four-poster bed was covered with a painfully pink silk blanket. Huge, silk-covered pillows were lying in disorder everywhere. The window was still open, letting the sunshine caress every corner of the room. The desert’s morning breeze was still pleasant although time was close to close the window and open the AC. The bedside closets were made of pure glass and crystal, completely transparent and seemed to be enlightened by the sun rays. On the left-hand closet a huge silver tray was placed, and all sort of gastronomical miracles were waiting to be devoured: fresh fruits from strawberry to fig, sweets from Russian cream cake to white chocolate figures forming naked women, salads and roasted meats, caviar and lobster, the finest champagne and cognac.

The right-hand closet's top was less idyllic. It held another tray but it was carrying foods or drinks, but a wide range of evil-looking tools and instruments from different-shaped shiny pliers, hammers, nails and needles, a pincushion richly full of pins with colourful tips so it looked like a rainbow hedgehog, leather straps and plastic tubes, small vials, candles, even a small propane torch, a battery charged soldering iron with exchangeable tips and many other rather unusual pieces of equipment for a bedroom. Even more unusual was the naked hanging female who was strapped onto an Y-shaped frame that was fastened between the four posts of the bed. The body was tightly bound against the frame, face up, arms apart, legs together, tilted at an angle of around 45 degrees with the head higher and the feet dangling only one metre or so above the bed itself. The half of the wall in front of the bed was a flat TV screen where a horror movie of some kind was playing. The bedroom was filled with the hideously realistic noises of pain and suffering.

Laura, the Blonde citizen of Ashagen, was sitting with her legs pulled under herself, resting her back against the headboard. She was only wearing a cute, short silk nightgown that was a bit messed up by red spots of blood sprayed onto it. Dildos of various sizes were around her on the blanket and she was happily giggling as she made another long incision on the top of a foot floating right in front of her. A horrible scream joined the pitiful moaning from the screen. Laura's morning victim was not gagged but already hoarse. Laura finished the U-shaped incision above the big toe a forced a long fingernail under the skin at the bottom of the U, peeled it off slightly then reached for a flat jaws pliers and made a firm grip on the small piece of skin.

"Noohooooo! Gooood noooooo!" the woman cried pitifully, which made Laura chuckle in a rather girlish way.

"I told you, if you ever dare to be beg more I will do the skinning even slower! How can you be so stupid?" she replied as she pulled on the pliers a bit, just to start separating the skin from the tissues below. Another scream from the victim, but Laura did not pay any more attention to her torture doll. Aurelia's foot-job was about to start on the screen, and that was something she wanted to enjoy. She loved those toes and feet far too much! Temporarily, she let the pliers free from the skin lobe and her long fingers searched for a dildo.

In the Hot Kiss Hall

Aurelia, knowing she had a handicap concerning the foot-job, decided to use the tug of war to re-equilibrate the positions. Bracing her mind against the pain, she contracted the muscles of her neck, which bulged like ropes all around her throat, hardened her tongue, and pulled backwards. The pain caused by the piercing through the tip of her organ was tremendous but she could see the chain moving link by link out of the tunnel through the hot dick statue. The heat was not so intense now, even though her face was sweating like a fountain. In addition with her constant drooling this made her face look soaked.

Maya was not really prepared for the sudden yank that came from her competitor's side, therefore first her neck followed the movement as her tongue was pulled towards the searing golden member. She realized the danger too late and when finally she blocked her neck's movement she had already lost a couple of precious centimetres. As soon as the stretching's focus changed from her neck to her tongue the long, pointed appendage elongated to its maximum, and to Maya's utter horror the very tip of her tongue was only a couple of centimetres from the source of the extreme heat. Her eyes grew wild as the radiating heat evaporated every drops of saliva from her tongue and lips, drying them within seconds.

With the safety of her figure assured for the time being, Aurelia focused on her foot-job. Her hardened feet hardly felt the smooth warmth of the cock that was resting between her soles. Unsure about what to do, she began by pressing her feet together gently, imprisoning the male organ between them and then moving rhythmically. After a few squeezes it became obvious that her ministrations were producing some effect and thus she continued in the same way, seeing and feeling the penis growing and hardening against her feet.

Maya squeaked pitifully. The heat was not causing any direct damage yet but it was giving her a pretty good idea of what could happen if she could not reverse the sliding of the chain.

"Move your slutty toes, you fucking idiot!" the orc kneeling at her feet roared suddenly. He roughly grabbed her delicate feet, placing her soles around his shaft then pushed them together. The squeaking, terrified pretty girl made his dick pulsating in sadistic sexual excitement. Maya was seemingly far from being able to share her attention, the glowing iron dick in front of her eyes completely filled her vision, she even saw some completely blackened and slightly smoking chunks of unidentifiable splotches on the surface. The remnants of a previously fighting Elf's roasted lips. God knows how, but Maya managed to press her arches together with the embedded cock, moving her luscious little feet up and down, which resulted in a joyful growl from the orc.

Aurelia expected a strong pull from her opponent's to escape the heat and she braced herself against it. She was decided to keep her face at a safe distance from the burning cock. The latino girl, however, suddenly found new strength, God knows from where and how. Her tongue was stretched in a really grotesque way, it was far longer than anybody could expect; it was hard to imagine how that thin, trembling piece of pink muscle could fit into the small woman's oral cavity. The veins bulged along her delicate neck as Maya resisted Aurelia's firm pulling. Unladylike rattling gurgles escaped from her wide-open mouth as she successfully increased her own efforts. The dangerous distance from the hot cock gave her an almost inhuman strength. Aurelia was resisting with all her might, feeling agonising pain at the back of her throat, as her tongue was about to be torn away. She was contracting its muscle, trying to ease the ache, but with little success. Somehow, as her face was not subjected to the same level of heat, she was less motivated than her opponent to sustain the tongue-ripping pain and she was brought forward, millimetre by millimetre. With a sudden yank, Maya finally reversed the direction of the tugging, and with great relief she managed to pull her tongue away from the golden iron, bringing the Red-head closer to that hellish instrument. Both Elves were moaning and rattling, as the cruel tugging brought extreme pain to their tongues.

During the tongue fight, Maya had completely lost her pace as she concentrated on moving her tongue away from the sizzling cock. Her superhuman efforts proved successful, but at the same time she completely lose control over her feet and failed to bring the orc any closer to a spurting orgasm. In fact she used her knees and ankles to brace her body during the painful fight, and as her toes pushed hard against the orc's hairy balls, the muscular beast shouted out in pain.

"Fuuuuck you, bitch! You stupid dumb idiot!" he roared while grabbing the desperately clenching toes, pushing them away from his aching scrotum. Maya's silver toes clawed against his big hands, ending the uncontrolled spasm only after her tongue had left the torturous roasting zone. 

"You do this again and I will fucking break each of your toes!" the orc threatened. Then he placed Maya's soles back against his cock, while keeping his hands in mid-air, ready to protect his crotch against a potential new lameness. The other orcs who were standing around were in a high spirit. They were seemingly amused by the misery of their comrade and addressed him cutting remarks like, "Careful buddy, the bitch might push her toes up your ass!" or "Loser! You chose the ball-kicker cunt!" 

With her face back to its initial position, Aurelia could feel again the infernal heat bathing her face, drying her eyes and parching her mouth. She had obviously under-estimated the effect of adrenaline on her opponent. Anyway, she continued moving her feet on the faceless slave's cock. The intense heat she was bathing in was causing her body to sweat profusely, including with the sole of her feet. The moisture was helping her to apply a softer touch on the now hard manhood. She tried to slide her feet a little backward to seize it delicately with her toes. While remaining cautious not to touch it with her sharp nails, she began to move them up and down the shaft while playing with them. Aurelia had very deft toes. She had trained a lot to be able to use them almost as if they were short fingers. This had saved her in several situations where she had had her hands restrained and could only rely on her feet to free herself. This was the first time though that she used this peculiar skill in a sexual context. After a few adjustments to her "lover"'s tastes, she managed to reach quite a high level of dexterity as could be judged from the pleasure moans that began to come from under the hood.

Maya was well aware she was behind in the competition, and she prepared herself to get back to the race. She needed to turn her attention to the orc again, she needed to change her toes and soles into an instrument of pleasure in order to quit that hellish place and its glowing metal cock.

Both girls continued to pull on the tongue chain, their faces grimacing and sweating, their tongues protruding hideously out of their twisted and gaping mouths. However they tried though, neither was able to gain advantage over the other and their heads remained more or less at an equal distance from the fiery penis. But while Maya fought to save her face, Aurelia kept masturbating the slave's cock with her toes. It had now got completely erect and purple. She continued the caresses that had been so efficient until now, bringing the helpless slave closer to orgasm.

No matter how desperately Maya tried to bring the orc's cock back to life, it remained semi-limp, as if her soft toes were not rubbing it like ten tiny worms working with all their might. Although the former hair-dresser could not glimpse at the cock serviced by her opponent, the pleasure moans coming from under the male slave's hood made Maya shiver. The red bitch is progressing so well! After a short rest period, Maya attacked in a rather underhand way. She waited for the moment when, for a split second, she felt the tongue chain loosening, and then Maya yanked her head hard on the chain using all her strength, putting her neck and her whole body into the effort. She felt as if her tongue was going to be ripped from her mouth, but the result  was worth the hellish pain. Aurelia was taken aback by the sudden attack. She had been busy masturbating the man with her feet and she had forgotten the dangerous struggle her tongue was involved in. The chain began to slide towards Maya and she succesfully pulled her mouth away from the extremely hot iron shaft, while the Red Elf's mouth was driven dangerously close to the hideous torture instrument. Realising the danger too late, Aurelia resisted, her tongue stretching way out of her mouth and the sliding stopped. However, the silver-haired Latina was now significantly farther from the heat, enjoying a great relief. For the first time since the sick tug-of-war had started, she was able to focus on how to move her petite soles around the orc's dick, allowing her to find the right way to do it. She pressed the outer sides of her soles together, opening slightly the inner sides where her big toes were located. Maintaining a firm pressure around the base of the shaft, she started to move her feet up and down at a stable pace, which to her pleasant surprise made the cock immediately hardening. Perspiration dripped from her big toes into the orc's lap as she kept on foot-jerking the cock.

"Fuck, bitch! That's it! This is good! Fucking go on!" the orc grunted.

Meanwhile, Aurelia was struggling to keep her face off the over-heated cock. Her eyes were bulging, filled with fear. The heat was so intense that it was causing the large beads of sweat that were pouring out of her skin to evaporate almost immediately. It was entering her gaping mouth, parching her tongue, causing every breath to burn her lungs. And above all loomed the anguish of having her face pressed against the sizzling surface. But the growing panic was not enough to distract her from her foot-job and she kept working her toes and soles on the throbbing cock of the hooded slave, causing his arousal to reach new levels.

Slowly, progressively, she began to put more strength into her tugging effort. She contracted her tongue to the best of her abilities and, ignoring the pain in the back of her throat and the growing cramps in her speech organ, she pulled backwards, slowly seeing the chain sliding out of the tiny hole, link by link. After some time she managed to bring her face at a more bearable distance from the hot statue. Again, the two Elves had achieved equilibrium. All along, the Agent had managed to keep her feet at their task, increasing her slave's arousal. By the throbbing of his cock and the panting of his breathing, she knew he was close to the orgasm. She only needed a few more jerks to push him over the top and win the contest.

Maya was also progressing very well, she focused all her might onto the weird sexual stimulation she was forced to do by the hideous orcs. It was more than complicated for her to share her attention between the painful, tongue-ripping tugging anf the dirty foot-job she needed to do so perfectly. The torch light was reflecting on her silver-painted toenails as she steadily held the cock between the outer edges of her soles and succesfully moved her luscious feet up and down, although meanwhile the Redhead's tugging was far too agressive. Maya felt as the sliding of the chain changed driection and she was pulled closer and closer to the cock, but she did not pay too much attention. She felt she was behind and needed to work off her handicap. Her creamy soles looked like they were waving while massaging, firmly and still tenderly milking the hardening cock.

She was safe, still far enough from the hot cock, but at the same time she started to be increasingly scared. Her opponent's slave was panting very heavily, as if he were at the very edge of cumming, and even if Maya had apparently avoided having her mouth burnt, losing the competition meant staying here for another contest, bearing the cruel tearing of her tongue and risking every moment to have her tongue sizzling. Tears flowed from her eyes and desperate groans left her throat as she did her best to speed up the jerking. She needed to make the orc cum at any cost!

But Aurelia was determined to win the contest as soon as possible. Without slowing the work of her feet, she suddenly yanked on the chain. This caused her a lot of pain in her stretched out tongue but she realised with satisfaction that her violent pull was having the expected effect. The chain slide through the hole as she pulled backward farther from the golden cock than she had ever gone. Suddenly she was yanked to a stop, causing her to moan in pain and tears to roll from her eyes. The dick statue emitted a hollow sound as Maya's face was thrown against it. The bell-like sound was had hardly faded when it was followed by the horrible noise of sizzling flesh, mixed with screeches of agony and terror.

Maya was in hellish agony. She did not even realise what had happened, her focus on the stimulating foot-job had completely narrowed her attention, giving an immense advantage to her opponent. The sudden force that dragged her tongue towards the hot member could not be denied, all she could see was how the hideous metal cock became larger as her mouth was pulled against it within a second. She could not scream. First her tongue touched the golden rod, snuggled against it, then her lips kissed it too. The pain hitting her was far too horrible. She heard her own flesh starting to sizzle, she felt the extreme heat that immediately evaporated every little drop of sweat from her face, but the overwhelming pain was the sensation that completely filled her mind. Maya's screech was long, gurgling as it came from the very depths of her throat, and horrible. Her eyes popped wide open, immediately dried by the radiating heat. Her whole body was shaking violently as in an epileptic seizure. The uncontrolled trembling crushed the orc's cock painfully between her soles but the monster immediately yanked his dick from between Maya's feet and jumped onto his feet.

"Fuck, loser!" he spat.

At the same moment, Aurelia's slave too moaned inside his hood while a warm liquid spurted on Aurelia's naked feet. She could feel the cock jerking between her soles, in rhythm with the man's gasps of pleasure. I have won! she realised. And with that, she loosened the tongue chain a little, allowing her opponent to move her scorched face one or two centimetres from the sizzling cock. Then she remained immobile, as the hooded slave emptied his testicles all over her feet and lower legs. Spurt after spurt of gooey, thick cum flew in the air and splashed against Aurelia's toes and ankles, the man's cock had been bound for a long time as his nuts were so full of sperm. The male slave's moan, Maya's pitiful shrieks and the orc's profane swears mixed up into a chaotic sonority. One of the watcher orcs opened the tip of the sizzling cock with a special poker and fished out the chain from its groove. Both Maya and Aurelia moved their waist immediately, moving away from the torture instrument.

Aurelie was confronted with the effects of kissing the hot iron. Maya tried to withdraw her tongue to cool it down with her drool, but the tip was still protruding betwen her lips. Both her lips and the tip of her tongue had turned to an angry red, with huge, smoky blisters forming in several spots. Those were still growing, destroying the beauty of her face. Maya's eyes were filled with tears and clearly reflected the horrible pain she felt. Her nostrils were opening and closing at a fast pace, as if she were involuntarily blowing cool air onto her upper lip. She gazed into Aurelia's eyes and that gaze was like a blame to Agent: YOU did this to me. Still, despite the ugly blisters and the obvious pain, Maya was in far better condition than the yellow elf, Linda, at the beginning of her second fight. 

"Well done, Ruby bitch!" an orc said and the chain was soon detached from their tongue rings, letting the girls turn their faces away from each other. Maya's painful blowing remained just as intense and loud. They allowed them a break while the other pair finished their contest. Aurelia finally had the chance to see what was going on there. The other fight seemed to be far more violent than hers. Two orcs were enjoying the desperate foot-jobs given by Linda and Gemma, although the Black girl seemed to be far more effective. The Yellow Elf's face had touched the hot metal several times, as not only her lips but her nose and one of her cheeks were also covered with angry red burn marks, while the Black elf seemed to be more or less undamaged. Linda's legs and feet was kicking and shaking awkwardly, forcing the orc to protect his balls with his bare hands. Gemma proved to be much more stable, her long black toes with the Gothic black nails were pumping slowly but steadily. It seemed Gemma's tongue was made of steel, as she never really got close to be burnt, while Linda screamed and screeched as she was experiencing the agony of the hot kiss for the second time, when Gemma's orc finally cum.  

"Honestly, it was fucking too fast!" the orc called Morg said as soon as the other show was over. Meanwhile Aurelia realized that new slaves had arrived to the cave and they were queuing, forced onto their knees. A quick glimpse allowed her to see that the blue-haired and de-nailed idiot was not amongst them.  

"You are here to make a show, not to be a foot-job machine. But, now I regret I did not let you do me, your feet were suprisingly effective!" Morg grunted. Then, turning to the weeping Maya, he added, "You, Silver cunt, you stay with us for another round. Your new pals have already arrived. But first, the winner may take her reward!"

Aurelia's ankles were looped together and they placed a collar around her neck, which was attached to one of the "magic wands" by a metallic wire held by an orc standing metres away. Only then her wrists were released from the cuffs. The 10 blue finger-nails and her pliers were dropped in front of Aurelia.

"Take your two nails, Reddy, be quick, we don't have time!" the order came. Maya was immediately forced face down onto the ground, and one orc stepped onto her nape while another twisted her arms upwards offering her flailing fingers towards Aurelia, 10 shiny, silver painted nails waited to be harvested.

"Nhooo, please nhooo! Not this! Please noooo!" the girl pleaded in pitiful, half-way muffled voice as her mouth was forced against the rock floor.

Aurelia was disgusted by that cruel game but she had no choice. Maya was strong and fit, but she had had the bad luck of being paired against the utlra-trained agent, to her demise. The Red-head felt sorry for her. She took the pliers and as quickly as she could, she culled the two smallest nails from her left hand, hoping those would be the less painful. Maya's moderately long, almond-shaped silvery nails slid out of their sockets much easier than Charlotte's nail had before, and with them Aurelia's collection of bloody appendages increased two a total of 12. The poor loser girl was pitifully whining during the painful operation, but thanks to Aurelia's mercifully quick action, the pain was soon tamed to a dull throbbing.

"Fuck guys, this bitch is really effective, quick and sharp, not exactly a show-girl type. Anyway, come with me!" Morg barked and with the help of two other orcs the bound-feet Aurelia was dragged towards a table standing close to the curve of the cave. Behind them the newly-arrived slaves were lined up together with Maya and Linda, while the black-skinned Gemma followed Aurelia surrounded by three more orcs. The rough wooden table looked like a bazaar in a medieval market. One half of the table was carrying a huge amount of lined-up glass vials of different colours, none of them bigger than a box of matches, while the other half was covered with nail-ripper pliers and other tools like rough, rusty scissors or short, police baton clubs.

"This is the market, Ruby Elf. Any of the tools cost two nails, of different colours naturally. The vials cost one nail and we have three kinds of them. The blue ones contain an ointment to cool and heal burn marks. The red vials contain a tincture acting as a stimulant. They provide a moderate pain-killer effect, but they will mostly boost your energy. The third kind, with the watery colour, is a strong pain-killer. Their effect lasts for about 30 to 60 minutes. Wanna buy something, cunt?"

Aurelia looked at the tools displayed on the table but none seemed of real use to her. Her body was her best weapon. As she had been lucky not to suffer any wound so far, the vials were not necessary now. She would rather keep her nails for future needs. "I don't need anything, thanks" she simply replied.

"As you wish, if you cling so much to those torn nails of yours. What a perverted little bitch you are!" the orc declared with total conviction before pushing the woman towards the other end of the cave.

Chapter XXXI - The Bug Vault

They walked along the narrowing path surrounded by grey rocks, their shades projected on the walls by the torches' light growing them up until they looked like shadowy giants. The torture and market area already vanished behind them when some continuous, pitiful moaning hit Aurelia's ears.

Soon they arrived to a spot where the cave was less than two metres wide and the floor changed from stone to a huge, rectangular metal grid. The dim light was keeping the rest of the room out of sight, but Aurelia's sharp eyes could still figure out what was going on. The grid completely covered the floor from wall to wall and vanished into the darkness. There seemed to be a hole under the grate as from between the iron bars heads and arms were protruding, moaning, whining and flailing like a field of crops blown by the wind.

Despite the deepening darkness she easily realized that all heads belonged to elves whose body was either hanging, standing or squatting under the grid. Their actual position was impossible to determine as below their neck the pit was like alive. At first sight it looked like some leisurely waving black water, but she soon felt things starting to crawl around her naked feet. Bugs! Cockroaches, spiders, worms and centipedes of all kind were swarming inside the pit and some of the tiny beings crawled away. The pit was filled up with those normally harmless but in such a mass rather hideous creatures, and accordingly all the women forced under the grid were surrounded by them. Aurelia had no idea how many of the unfortunate elves were locked down in that hellish place, but she counted at least 10 of them before the heads faded into the darkness. The forest of flailing arms continually working on keeping the disgusting creatures away from the heads, but seemingly their efforts were not all the time successful as numerous insects were climbing on wild colored locks of hair, biting at burned lips and even attacking blood leaking fingertips where nails were missing.

"The Bug Vault, final place for three-time losers. I hate this part of the job!" the orc grunted as he nervously trampled a couple of insects with the sole of his leather boots. "Just imagine when we have to place another of your kin into this. Drag the bitch there, remove a block of grid, push in, force her neck and arms through the holes then lock the block back. Impossible not to be bitten by some of those miserable demons," he complained. Somehow, Aurelia did not feel pity for him. "And we have to fucking do this almost 50 times, out of 200 elves, almost every fourth one ends up here. But you are lucky, we only have 20 or so at the moment, so your race gonna be relatively easy. All you have to do is to pass through them," he gestured towards the tortured females. "This is some kind of a second chance for them, I mean every attempt of passing beyond them. There is a simple rule: whoever manages to bite off a toe, a nipple or a finger will be set free, and the mutilated elf takes her place. So they have rather good motivation not to let you walk freely amongst them, they tend to fight rather fiercely. Bite or die, that's the Bug Vault's law. Rarely happens that any of them succeeds, but do not underestimate them, when the first bug bite them into their asses or wombs they usually triple their efforts. Shaman, would you mind casting a light spell?" he ordered, turning to one of the following orcs who pushed a hidden button behind a rock. The grid was immediately enlightened by harsh spotlights revealing all the terrors of the pit.

The women were lined up along three narrow lines, altogether 19 of them, having access to every spot of the grid. Those who were close to the start line were seemingly in much worse condition as they had been locked into the pit for a longer time. One of them was obviously dead, with horror-filled bloodshot eyes, a couple of flesh-eating worms had dug themselves under her cheeks and were wiggling under the dirty, bleeding skin. All the others prisoners were still moving, moaning pitifully and desperately attempting to keep the crawling animals away from their mouths and eyes. Their whole faces were a big, red bulging mass of thousands of bites, the insects swarming all over their head, forming them into a living scene of a disgust-focused horror movie. Those locked in the last rows were both less battered and also much more active, but the same terror was radiating from their shocked gaze and horrible moans.

Aurelia was shocked by that vision. The poor slaves were obviously in deep agony and anguish and were ready to anything to escape their fate. Eighteen pairs of blood-shots eyes were converging on her, full of hope and pain. There was hardly enough room between the heads and arms to step on, and even then she would have to be careful not to twist an ankle by walking into a grate hole or sliding on a bar. While the orc spoke, she looked at the rows of grasping arms, trying to find the best path among them.

"Move, bitch, we don't have the whole night!" the orc said. The rope holding her ankles together was cut off with a knife, her cuffs were released and finally the "magic wand" was also removed from her collar. The orc kicked Aurelia's ass with his booted feet, pushing the girl forward.

Aurelia managed to side-step towards the spot that was occupied by the dead girl. Precariously standing on the thick, 10-centimetre-apart bars, she was at least out of reach of the clawing hands of the neighbouring Elves. The grate bars were too far apart to allow her rest her feet on two of them at a time, unless she tried to step on the spots where the bars were crossing at right angles. She crouched down, bracing herself against the wall, as far as possible from the grasping hands. She lifted the dead girl's hands and looked at her fingers. She still had four nails of silver colour. Hastily, she used her nail ripper to add them to her collection.

Looking back at the forest of clawing hands and biting mouths she would have to run through, she regretted she had not bought a baton. It could have allowed her to beat and break her way through much more easily. But it was too late to lament. The best she could do was to prepare herself as much as possible. First she had to free her hand from holding the precious coloured nails. With a grimace of disgust, she shoved them into her mouth and pushed them between her cheek and her back teeth. Then she held her nail ripper in her left hand. It could always be used to stab at anything that would try to grab her legs. Then she turned towards the other end of the passageway, mentally visualising the best path to follow. As there was no other dead girl, it was obvious that wherever she would step, at least two hands and one mouth would be able to reach her. This would be tricky.

Suddenly, she kicked the head of the girl just in front of her, sending her into unconsciousness. Her plan was to follow the side of the grate, against the wall, so as to keep one third of the trapped Elves out of reach. Carefully, she moved to the next plate, one foot on each side of the unconscious girl, whose head was already beginning to be invaded by the crawling insect mass. Angry hands were clawing at her on her left and front but she prudently remained out of their reach. The nails of her victim seemed to beckon her. She hesitated to plug them off too but quickly decided against it.

Instead, she turned to the next Elf and kicked her in the face. However, the girl had seen it happening to her front sister and she was not taken by surprise. She managed to protect her face with her hands and even to rake her nails into Aurelia's naked foot. Aurelia cursed and yanked on her foot to prevent the girl from catching it. She had to brace against the wall to avoid losing her balance. The girl wiped a centipede from her cheek with her left hand and tried to grab Aurelia's feet again with her right one. She was just a couple of centimetres too short though and only clawed at thin air. With a wicked grin, the Secret Agent stomped her foot on the out-reaching arm, crushing it against the grating. As the trapped Elf moaned in pain, she followed with a new kick at her head, this time managing to knock her out. Aurelia stepped forward on the grid occupied by the Elf she had just kicked. From the left-hand side of the passage, angry and desperate eyes were looking at her as she remained out of their reach.

The next girl in the line, a Blue Elf, was obviously about to die. She was not looking at her at all, her face resting against the grate, her hands weakly chasing the insects from her head. The Red Elf immediately stepped on her square, ready to kick the girl trapped in the next one before she could protect herself. But just as her right foot was about to leave the floor, two strong, despair-driven hands clenched on her ankles, anchoring her down. Aurelia cursed and looked down: the dying girl was quite awake, digging her fingernails desperately into her flesh, clinging on her feet as if they meant life to her, and indeed they did. The girl was already moving her hands upwards along Aurelia's calves, wrapping her arms around her lower legs for a stronger hold while pulling them closer to her face. With the many cockroaches and beetles that were creeping over her severely bitten face, she was an atrocious spectacle.

Aurelia's heart missed a beat but she immediately reacted to the sneaky attack by yanking on her right foot. She managed to lift her sole a centimetre above the grate before it was yanked back down by the strong prisoner. In the mean time, she had managed to bring the foot closer to her head, right against her cheek. Her hold tightened some more and she contorted her neck to bring her mouth towards the toes. As the two girls were facing different directions, biting Aurelia's toes was rather awkward and the trapped Elf began to push the foot backward to make it easier for her.

Seeing the danger, and realising that, with both feet trapped it would be difficult to break free from the hold, Aurelia bent over and grabbed the girl's hair. At least she was now controlling her head. She began to yank on the blue mane, trying to crash her nose into the grate. The girl was yelping with each tug on her scalp and Aurelia felt her hold slackening. She was about to try and yank her feet free again when a sharp pain exploded in her own scalp while she felt her head yanked forward and downward. The next Elf in the line had managed to grab her red mane and was pulling on it with all her strength. Immediately, Aurelia let go of the blue hair she was yanking on and tried to pry the hands that were pulling on her own mane. The blue Elf immediately used that respite to pull her trapped feet further backward.

The combination of the pull on her head and the push on her feet broke Aurelia's delicate balance. She vainly tried to curl her toes around the bar she was standing on but to no avail. She crashed forward loudly, doubled over, landing over two Elves - the one who was yanking on her hair and the next one. Immediately she felt four arms and hands circling around her naked body, pulling her down against the grate. She fumbled around with her hands to find something to brace against and stand up. Her right arm was trapped under her body but her left hand found a bar and she began to push on it with the strength of despair. She felt a fifth hand coming from the neighbouring square clenching around her wrist and prying it off. She felt a face against it, undoubtedly trying to bite off one of her fingers. She clawed blindly and heard a piercing scream as her sharp, razor-like nails gouged deep furrows into the unseen gnawing face.

Her breasts were protruding through holes in the grate and were dangling in the dark space below it. Her nipples were safe from being bitten off, but she could feel the scratching of hundreds of little legs as the insects were beginning to climb her body. The Blue Elf who had tricked her was still holding her ankles and Aurelia could feel that she was manoeuvring to bring her toes to her mouth. She kicked and yanked on her legs but could not free herself. However, with a tremendous, explosive effort, she managed to yank her hair free. This allowed her to straighten her body, which had been curled in two until then.  She immediately used her new freedom of movement to try and lift herself from the deadly living mattress. Unfortunately, she was not fast enough. Before she had time to execute her plan, new hands had grabbed her. They were trying to pull her hands away from her body, undoubtedly to bite her fingers off. Another hand grabbed her nose ring and yanked hard on it, sending tremendous agony up her skull and dragging her down.

In a desperate move, Aurelia shoved her fingers through the grate into the swarming mass of crawlers. At least there they were safe. But her situation was nearly hopeless now. She was laying on her belly, with her breasts and hands under the grid. The blue Elf was holding her ankles. The one who had made her fall by yanking on her hair was now hooking her arms around her thighs. Another one was clutching her waist tight while contorting her head to be ready to bite her nipples if they were ever going to emerge from the insect swarm. And yet another Elf had curled one arm behind Aurelia's neck while she had grasped a handful of hair in her other hand, pressing her face into the grating, centimetres from the crawling mass. From her left side, she could feel two hands yanking on her arm, trying to pull it out. Finally, the worst was probably the one pulling on her nose ring.

The Agent tried to squirm, to buck, to twist her body. But 10 hands were too much, even for her. She was too securely anchored to the grating. Each attempt she made to free herself was weaker than the previous one as exhaustion was gaining her. Panic filled her mind. She did not want to die there in this miserable place.

Suddenly she felt something wet and warm against her left toes.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" she screamed, in vain.

The Blue Elf chose her target well. The tiniest toe would be the easiest to pluck off. Her jaws clenched hard, her teeth cut through the flesh and bones, blood sprayed her face... and she tore Aurelia's little toe off.

The Orc had been following the struggle with attention and lust. As soon as he saw that one of Aurelia's toes was missing, he pressed his "magic" wand against the grating. Immediately, a strong jolt of electricity coursed the grate at full power. There was a sudden concerto of shrieks. Aurelia felt her body exploding . The next moment, everything was quiet. All Elves had fallen, limp, unconscious. The Orc would have a couple of minutes to proceed before they regained consciousness.

In Laura's bedroom

Laura was staring at the screen in total disbelief for long long moments. Her face turned to pale white, she gasped for air like a drowning man and suddenly let out a banshee-like, high-pitched, anger and rage fuelled hardly-human screech.

"Fuuuuck youuu! Stupppiid biiitch!!" her furious cry filled the room. And with a sudden, berserk tug, she ripped off the remaining skin of the U-shaped incision she had been working on during the last 20 minutes. She had been doing it slowly, carefully, ensuring her victim "enjoyed" every single moment of the precise skinning. She had wiped the blood with styptic-soaked cotton wool and enjoyed herself so much, right until that retarded Redhead Aurelia failed at one of the easiest hurdles of the Elven Adventure. Pure anger fogged her mind as she dropped the skinning pliers and grabbed the propane torch. A button was pushed and a bluish, narrow, hissing flame appeared at the top of the gun-like tool. Setting the flame to the highest level until it was as thick and long as three fingers together, and without any further consideration, she aimed the flame at the hanged slave's toes. Laura's face contorted in demonic rage as she mercilessly roasted the pitifully squealing woman's French-tipped toes, the poor slave's shaking was so strong that the whole heavy-framed bed trembled as during an earthquake.

"She has lost a fucking toe! Fuck! A toe has been bitten off, fuck! Fucking cunt, fuck!" she rampaged, spitting out every word while she kept on destroying the helpless feet in front of her.

"Those were MY fucking toes! Only MINE! And the retarded bitch was put into the bug vault, she gonna lose! Fuck fuck fuck! She ruins my fucking plan, shit-muncher fuck-slut! Where can I find another toe to replace that beauty? She might not even survive! Fuck!"

Laura burnt the slave more and more, and when finally she was finished, no untouched spot remained on the two feet, only angry red, blisters covered skin and excessive smell of burnt flesh in the air. Laura placed the torch back onto its socket on the tray, heaved a deep sigh and drank a full glass of cognac at once. The slave did not stop whining although no coherent words left her mouth anymore. Laura wiped her sweat covered forehead and sighed again.

"Look at this mess! We fucking ruined your feet. I had planned to play with you until lunch, and now I need to replace you. Unfortunately, this Race starts rather unfortunately."

In the bug vault

Gemma had always had a simple life. She has been a prostitute since the age of 13, when her father had sold her to a bordello and she had spent the rest of her life fucking with people from all part of the World, had worked as a call-girl and had specialized in satisfying safari tourists accommodated in the best hotels. She had never had fun in her life, but still lived better than those poor people of Kiberia slum. At the age of 22 she was still just a hooker, but still had an easier life than the rest of Kenya's citizens. Angels must have been protecting her for a while as she never caught HIV, but finally her luck ran out. One night she was called together with four other girls to a fancy hotel in order to entertain some English businessmen. Gemma lost consciousness after a couple of drinks and soon found herself in Ashagen's slave market.

Only a couple of weeks later, right after she had successfully masturbated a man's cock with her spider-like toes while her full lips were threatened to be roasted by touching a glowing hot metal dick, she was standing in a cave, held steadily by two brutal orcs and watched as the athletic, Amazon-bodied Redhead girl fell and lost a toe. She watched trembling in fear as the whole bug vault was electroshocked, knocking out every human and roasting hundreds of insects which were in direct contact with the metal grid. But millions more remained, swarming around the lifeless bodies of the unconscious women. Two orcs stepped on the grid, raised the unconscious Redhead, unlocked some iron buckles and removed the square-shaped part of the metal grid which imprisoned the successful toe-biter's neck and arms. After raising the grid, they easily slid the bars crossing around the body parts and the woman was instantly released. They lifted the body out, and for a short moment a thick and long metal rod could be seen sliding from between her legs.

"That's a tube, hollow, pierced with many holes, inserted deep into their cunts,"one orc explained to Gemma. "Well, for smaller girls, I guess they go womb-deep. Direct corridor for the worms into the depths of female anatomy. They are also connected to a circuit and are heated up and let to cool down in 20-minutes cycles. I don't think the cunts like it, but this is for their sake as it is said to persecute the bugs away. Or kill them. Then the tubes cool down quickly and the fun starts again." 

They carried the freshly-removed, drooling, burnt-faced girl towards the exit of the bug vault. A bloody piece of meat fell from her mouth and sank into the ocean of ever-moving animals. A severed toe. They immediately placed the leggy Redhead into the free slot, as they lowered the body, her knees bent, indicating that the vault was not too deep and that the unfortunate slaves were actually squatting, not standing. They roughly made her squat over the rod and lowered her until it slid into her shaved sex. They positioned the square element of grating around the Redhead's neck. They pulled her arms up through the holes for her upper arms, all the while angrily sweaping the climbing insects away. They then put back the grid together with the enslaved woman into its socket, relocked the portion of grid back to the others and came back. Suddenly, a hissing sound could be heard as a greenish gas was blown from the walls. As soon as the gas subsided, all the enslaved women started to cough and shake at the same time, as an irritating, pungent odour filled the air. The trapped women, one after another came back to life, some of them screamed, but others immediately started to wipe off the insects from their face.

"We don't do this everytime, only when we need to replace somebody in the middle. Newcomers are simply placed in the empty slots at the back. That's easier and cleaner, though we still hate this. This fucking worms are disgusting. Now, let's wait a few minutes until the sluts regain full consciousness. Equal opportunities must be given to everybody. So don't tremble, little black fuckhole, relax and wait for your turn, it soon comes!"

Aurelia woke coughing and her eyes burning, to see green gas rapidly waning away. She could feel a throbbing pain in the little toe of her left foot and a dumber one stretching her pussy. At the same time, an infinity of scratching and crawling and biting could be felt all over her body. She shook her head to chase the blurriness in her eyes and brains, and suddenly everything came back to her memory. The Bug Vault! Looking around her, she took the full blast of her current situation. She was surrounded by the forest of heads and arms, she was part of it. Cold steel was circling her neck and her elbows. Bugs were crawling all around her, just below her chin. She could even feel them inside her vagina, which something was stretching wide open.

Something hard was pressing against her cervix, as if she were impaled on some kind of pole. Luckily, there was something she could stand on. A kind of floor, prickly with countless tiny spikes. The distance between the grate and the floor was awkward. It was too small to allow her to stand straight-legged, but too long to allow her to rest on her knees. She had to remain in a half-crouching position that would certainly soon become hard to maintain, at least without the help of sitting on her cervix.

She felt some foul-tasting thing in the back of her mouth and with a disgusted retch, readied herself to spit out whatever had crawled there. Fortunately, at the last moment she realised that it was actually her collection of nails. Quickly, she gathered the dispersed nails into a tight ball and stuck it back inside her cheek. Luckily she had managed to keep her "money", but her nail-ripper was gone.

Something crept up her left cheek. With a shriek of disgust, she wiped the worm with her hand. But the bug was soon replaced by another one, and yet another, as she was actually immersed up to her neck in an ocean of the nasty critters. They were going everywhere, entering every crevice of her body. Most were only contenting themselves with crawling on her skin, but some were nastier and actually bit or stabbed at her flesh. Under the surface, her legs were constantly moving to try and repel the biting bugs from whichever part of her body she could reach with her feet. Every move of her legs caused her to squirm and twist on top of the impaling tube, grinding it against her raw cervix. And still many parts of her body remained out of reach of her feet, and as such totally helpless. It was the case of her whole backside and, to a certain level, to everything above the bottom of her breasts. When she felt something bite into her right breast, she shook her chest and then frantically tried to pull one arm under the grating, but the arm holes were positioned just under her elbows and it was impossible to bring her hands under. She screamed while giving herself frantic slaps to chase the bugs which had profited from her momentary lack of fight to crawl up her face.

The tube inside her was swarming with the vermin. She could feel their legs walking against her inner walls. She could feel their mandibles cutting into her delicate flesh. She found that by moving up and down the impaling tube she was able to dislodge them, but this self-rape was causing other throes. Meanwhile, the constant stomping of her naked soles on the prickly carpet had tenderized them to the point that just standing on them was getting painful, forcing her to get some relief by sitting on her cervix or hanging by her neck and elbows. In five minutes Aurelia had joined her mates with her moans and frantic self-beating. How long she could keep the energy to fight the bugs, she did not know.

During the next ten minutes the muffled screams coming from the Hot Kiss hall could faintly be heard above the trapped girl's moans. Finally the orcs released Gemma and dropped her properties onto the floor: A pair of nail-ripper pliers, a yellow nail and a police baton she had just purchased, spending all the nails she had collected. Gemma did not pay any more attention to the orcs. She merely squatted down and picked up her tools. The baton was not too heavy but long enough to be used during her progress through the forest of arms. By contrast, the nail-ripper would be useless, and rather more of an impediment.

She considered her options for a few seconds before bending slightly forward. She bit on the baton to hold it between her teeth, then stuck two black painted fingers into her asshole. She was a prostitute after all, a hooker for ten years in Africa, and more than anybody she knew from personal experience what a butt-fuck meant. She has been screwed in her back entrance thousands of times and had been trained to accept even the longest and thickest dicks. As such, Gemma’s ass was loose enough for a big-hand fisting any time. The shiny pliers were long, cold and sharp here and there, but they were far from the size of a native African cock. She opened her hole with two fingers and pushed up first he nail in, then pushed the pliers with the other hand, carefully moving it deeper and deeper. Normally stretching the inner wall of the colon was not painful, but any internal bleeding needed to be avoided in that hellish place. So Gemma offered the very sight of her black ass to the orcs who could witness how she stucked the pliers completely inside her body.

Comments like “Gross!”, Fuck, disgusting!”, “Don’t look at it, fellow warriors, this witch-bitch blinds your eyes!” fused from the orcs, but Gemma ignored them. She had something else to do. The field of flailing arms looked heavy terrain, and as she had just witnessed the fall of the Redhead, she knew very well what the risks were. She knew she needed to be brutal, she knew she needed to be quick, and most importantly she knew, that falling could be fatal.

She firmly held the baton in her hands, sucked in some air, bent forward and, like a spring, jumped forward. Gemma was neither tall nor heavy, but rather skinny with wide hips and large bouncing tits, for a total of about 60 kilos. As she arrived next to dead woman’s head she successfully stomped and mangled a flailing arm that belonged to the neighbouring slave. As her dirty soles crashed on the delicate wrist and knocked it against the metal grid, a sick crunching sound was heard. The half-dead girl let out a weak screech. Gemma grinned, her bright white teeth glowing as she brought her other knee forward and mercilessly knelt into the burnt-lipped woman’s face. There was another bone-breaking sound as her knee cap successfully scrunched the slave’s nose, knocking the miserable creature out. The rigid pliers stuffed in her ass pressed hard against her belly as she squatted over the unconscious woman's head, swung her baton to the right where another slave was trying to grab her ankle. The weapon hit the mangled nail-less fingers and forced the arm to withdraw.

“Fuck yee bitch!” Gemma hissed, wildly rolling her eyes, as she evaluated her options. The next row of arms had already turned their attention towards her, waiting for the opportunity. Gemma was safe where she was, with a dead, an unconscious and an used-up broken-fingered slaves around her, but the next row seemed to be much harder. She lowered herself down then suddenly ran forward in her stooping position, aiming with the baton at the clawing bloody fingers in front of her. She hit one of them, and yet another. The arms were painfully convulsed in agony and their owner moaned pitifully. She swung her right foot and kicked the slave in front of her, her black toe-nails scratched the once beautiful face and drew blood. Like an eel, she successfully dodged another pair of arms from the left while hitting to her right. In the proceeding, she straightened her body too much and her head accidentally hit the ceiling.

"Hell fuck hell!" she hissed again as she almost lost her balance. The momentary break in her attention was enough and all arms, including those she had recently beaten, clawed at her calves and thighs. Gemma needed to do something quickly and she pushed herself forward again, emitting a hideous, sharp battle cry from between her grinding teeth. One baton hit to the right, one to the left, she distributed blow after blow, like a berserk and somehow made it through the next line. Sharp nails scratched along her legs here and there but nothing serious. Now that she was in motion, she decided to use her momentum to continue. She remembered the fall of the Redhead. That girl had lost because she was too cautious. The bug vault was not a place for tactics and careful plans, it was the battlefield of rush attacks.

Screaming and flailing around herself with the baton she broke more fingers and even hit out a couple of teeth from a horrified slave's mouth and progressed forward, until she had a glimpse of the Redhead right in front of her. The images of that slave's preparations came back to her mind, the heating rod, the bugs and the orcs' phlegmatic attitude. This short moment of disorientation costed her a lot. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain as a fucking bitch under her somehow bit her foot. Not the toes, only around her arch, but the sudden shock was bad enough. Gemma screeched again and jumped, tearing her foot out of the desperate bite, holding the baton with one hand, while she grabbed a rock protruding from the ceiling with the other. Using it as a handle, she swung her legs under her. Half-way in the air she realized that she was going to land right in front of the Redhead with her soles forward.

In the midst of her throes, Aurelia had followed Gemma's progress with the same crazy hope she had seen in the eyes of the prisoners when she had been the one moving through the forest of arms. She was now understanding why the slaves had been so desperate to see her coming their way. Remaining just one minute longer in the vault seemed inconceivable and the only hope of escaping it was to make the on-coming Elf fail. As the black girl was approaching, Aurelia could see it would be difficult. Gemma had been much smarter than her and bought herself a baton, which she was using to great effect to cut herself a trail through the grasping jungle. Seeing the fate of the trapped slaves in front of her, she began to look for a way not to have her fingers or teeth smashed by the pitiless Black Elf. A broken hand or broken front teeth would probably mean she would never get out of the vault and would die a miserable, agonising death, slowly eaten by the bugs. On the other way, waiting for the next Elf coming down the vault would mean that she would be weaker, with no guarantee that the next one would not yield another weapon. How long would she be able to survive in the vault before becoming a helpless wreck?

But the situation seemed to change as she saw the girl lose her balance and begin to act less thoughtfully. The second later, she was swinging her feet towards her. Maybe it was her chance. She would need to act swiftly before the girl had a chance to use her baton on her. As the dirty black feet landed on the grate just in front of her, Aurelia did not wait for Gemma to recover her balance, or even to get all her weight resting on her feet. Her hands shot forward, she grabbed the ankle of the foot that seemed to support less of its owner's weight and yanked on it with both hands, trying to bring it to her mouth. As she was landing at the end of her swing, Gemma was already badly out of balance and the yanking made things worse. Her arms flailed widely as she tried to stop her fall but to no avail. She crashed heavily on her back on the heads of the slave she had remorselessly beaten seconds before.

It was now a matter of speed, a race between the caged slaves who had already encircled the black, squirming body inside their grasping clutches. Whoever could chop a piece of the crying girl first would win her freedom. Conscious of that fact, Aurelia put aside any feeling of pity or civilised manners. She pulled Gemma's foot closer to her face. She was wiggling her toes desperately and began to kick her free heel at Aurelia's clenched hands. The secret Agent had to fight with the foot, her mouth gaping wide as she tried to grab the flying toe. After a short struggle, she managed to grab the big toe between her front teeth. It was the longest toe and the only one she could reach so far. It was also the thickest and sturdiest. To any other slave, cutting through that bone would have been a daunting task but to the red-head's ultra-sharp and solid teeth it was relatively easy. She clenched her jaws tight and felt her incisors cut through the skin, the flesh and grind against the bone. Gemma was shaking her foot even more fiercely now, but Aurelia was holding it tight. Luckily, she was too far away to have her face kicked by the struggling black slave. She moved her teeth around until she found the joint between the first and second knuckles and clenched hard, severing the toe almost immediately.

She was rewarded by a splash of warm blood across her face. Moments later the electricity coursed again through the grating and she passed out again.

Only a very small time could have elapsed when Aurelia regained her consciousness. This time she immediately felt the difference: she was free! The same awful smell was filling her nostrils. Once she had finished shaking and coughing, she could finally raise her head. She was laying face down on cold stones, and right behind her she recognized the well-known grate of the bug vault, though with a dozen or so empty holes. The first heads and arms were several meters away from her and they were all facing the opposite direction. She was on the other side of the Bug Vault! The remnants of the green gas quickly vanished in the air and through her clearing vision she saw another stone-walled corridor. After the electroshocks, the cramps in her muscles slowly faded away while her numb senses came back to life. She felt something strange but oddly familiar in her mouth, the overwhelming taste of blood. She coughed again and as she finally opened her previously cramped jaws, something fell out from her mouth. A bloody piece of a severed half-toe, with its huge, pitch black painted nail.

She looked at herself in the dim light. Her body was covered in tiny scratches. It was nothing. She would heal in a matter of hours. But still it was itching. However, looking at her missing small toe almost caused her to vomit. Her body had been cut, pierced and tattooed since she had been brought to Ashagen, but it was the first time that she had been maimed, the first time something had been removed from her body. It would be something she would never get back, a scar she would carry for the remaining of her life as a testimony for the months of horror she had spent in that hellish pit.

Then she realised that she had lost everything of her meagre possessions. All the nails she had extracted from the dumb and aggressive bitch, from the pathetic loser of the Hot Kiss race and from the dead elf of the Bug Vault had fallen into the pit after she had lost consciousness. The most painful loss were probably her pliers which were her only tool to acquire new nails. She would have to steal those from the next Elf she would meet. All she had left was a mutilated toe, but as per the rules only finger-nails counted. However, who could tell the difference between a toe nail and a thumb nail once extracted from its digit?

Using her super-sharp nails, Aurelia ripped the black nail from the bloody toe. For a moment she considered going back into the vault and attack the last slaves locked inside the grate. As they were facing away, grabbing their hands and ripping their nails would not be too difficult or dangerous. But the young girl almost slapped herself for having such barbarous ideas. Ashagen was really turning her into a remorseless savage. With a groan of anger, she clenched her fist around the precious piece of nail and walked away, down the passageway.

Chapter XXXII - Tricky Teeter-Totter

As she headed into the darkness, she felt moisture under her feet. Squatting down, she touched the floor and brought her fingers to her nose. Blood, relatively fresh blood on the floor! Where could it come from? She tried to explore the ceiling above it to determine what could have caused that pool. She did not find anything unusual above but after a few more steps, her soles touched new drops of blood. They had probably been dribbling from some Elf who had recently passed there, most likely the girl who had successfully bit her baby toe off. No wonder she was bleeding, almost every elf taken into the Bug Vault had lost numerous nails and their finger tips, gnawed by the insects, would never heal.

After three or four curves, she reached a junction where the path divided into three ways. It was almost completely black although a neon-green sign was glimmering above each opening, like phosphorescent moss. The three green patches had the shape of a human followed by what could be recognized as a number. From left to right the signs read 23, 11 and 27. Aurelia stopped for a few seconds, reflecting about the possible meaning of these numbers. Suddenly, the number 27 changed to 28. Ten seconds later, the 23 switched to 24.

That might be the number of trapped Elves, Aurelia thought. In that case, the 11 would be the easiest ways among the three. But that might be also the number of successes... But it did not sound very Ashagen-like to count successes. They would rather record tortured and dead slaves. With no additional clue, the secret Agent decided to take the middle way, the one with the 11 number glimmering above it. Only a couple of seconds after she entered that path, unseen to her, the number changed to zero, as if a counter had been reset.

The path she had chosen remained narrow and became very humid. After a while, the hidden therefore magical-looking but still obviously artificial lights became greener and greener, and finally Aurelia felt herself like walking in a strange world where every rock had the same, poison-greenish shade. She felt under her soles how the dry rocks became wet then slippery, as more and more moss seemed to grow on the moist stones, until the Agent felt like walking on soft and contiguous moss pillows. It still happened that she into hard surfaces and stepped on sharp edges but the general feeling became better and better, although at the same time walking became more dangerous, as the risk of slipping increased with every step. Her journey continued in that wicked wonderland, although the throbbing stub of her cut-off baby toe reminded her very well that despite the almost pleasant environment she was still in the deepest pits of hell.

In a damp pathway

Sandra was dragging herself in utter agony. She had no idea why and how her life had turned to a living nightmare, but everything around her proved clearly that something had gone very wrong. She should never have ended up in those caves. Her life was about something completely different. She was young, pretty, sexy, had a great voice and was talented enough for a great singer career. She was smart and even a true Blonde, even though at the moment her Princess-like blonde hair was painted an ugly blue  just like her finger and toe nails. Or at least her remaining nails, because she had lost six of them when she had failed three times to masturbate to ejaculation those satanic ass-holes with her feet. How could she use her soles to grab cocks and jerk them until they cum whilst she had accidentally stepped on a sharp rock right after her entrance into the caves causing her sole to bleed constantly since then as if it had been sliced in half with a knife? No matter how desperately she tried to give a proper foot-job, the profuse bleeding made those damned dicks slide from her soles. Naturally, after three rounds, her round, sexy, so cutely singing lips had become similar to an awkwardly roasted piece of half-raw meat and she had finally been thrown into the bug's pit, where those disgusting creatures were lovingly feeding on her bleeding sole, burnt face and nail-less fingers. All these because of that fucking rock in the beginning, or back in time, because of that asshole manager who turned to be not exactly a talent promoter but in fact a fucking slaver.

The only good thing in this day was that stupid Redhead whose little toe ended up in Sandra's guts. In her final desperation, Sandra had pretended to be practically dead and the woman caught the bait. Unfortunately, when the whole Bug Vault was electroshocked, Sandra swallowed the freshly severed digit. Actually this was her smallest problem as she was staggering forward, feeling the soft cover of mosses under her wounded soles and scared to death of what was awaiting her at the next station of that sick game. The path began to slope upwards and Sandra had a really difficult time to climb that section with her still bleeding sole. She grabbed rocks and handfuls of moss, pulled and dragged herself higher and higher, but not even her hands could support her as normal. Those hated cunts who had torn her nails off had selected her thumbs, index and middle fingers and without nails, the lightest touch with her fingertips caused searing agony. Finally she managed to climb the steep uphill path and she fell onto the moss, totally exhausted, panting heavily.

An unexpected motion flashed through the greenish light and Sandra tapped her palms in front of her mouth. The sudden move kept her scared to death for a moment. She was staring with wide-open eyes towards the base of the slope from where she had arrived as she needed to confirm that something was moving there. Shadows! The green lights reflected the foggy figure of something getting closer and closer, the amorph shade was swinging like sea-weeds in the water. It was a human figure who was approaching! Sandra immediately took action and as quickly and silently as she could, she crawled behind an overhanging rock. She searched for some loose rocks and soon found three fist-sized heavy stones. Whatever the newcomer was, a fucking orc or a hostile Elf, Sandra was ready to fight. Nobody would rip more of her nails!

***

Aurelia had reached the bottom of the slope, unaware that someone was looking at her. Climbing the slippery stones and treacherous mosses was tricky and she was focusing her attention on the ground. Her hands, knees and feet were soon soaked with the moisture oozing from the moss whenever she pressed it. Still, she was progressing fast, her agile limbs moving as those of a panther. As she reached the top, her sixth sense suddenly alarmed her. Her eyes turned away from the floor to scan her surroundings and she saw a blue Elf, half-hidden behind a boulder, hurling a stone at her head. Her training immediately took control of her reflexes and she managed to turn aside, covering her face behind her left shoulder. It was all she had the time to do as it was too late to duck under the shot. She felt a sharp pain in her arm as the missile hit her and bounced down the pathway into the green darkness.

Already, another stone was flying towards her. Aurelia rolled forward on the soft, mossy carpet, dodging the throw. At the end of her roll, she jumped forward on her feet. Never stay immobile, move unpredictably, close on the threat as fast as possible. Her last move brought her face to face with her attacker, who was still brandishing her third and last stone as she had not dared to throw it after her two first misses. It was too late now. Aurelia grabbed her wrist with her left hand while punching her right fist into the girl's belly. Winded, Sandra fell to her knees, holding her crushed belly, while the Red Elf, twisted her right arm high in her back, nearly dislocating her shoulder and forcing her to drop the stone. One second later she found herself lying on her belly with her two arms twisted side by side along her spine with her wrists held together and pressed against the back of her neck, while Aurelia was sitting on the small of her back.

Aurelia was furious of the sneaky attack and she was hesitating to twist her opponent's arms further so as to dislocate them totally. Sandra was moaning pitifully and vainly kicking her feet into the moss. In the gloomy light, the Spy had not had the time to recognise her as the slave who had bitten off her toe. As she was straddling the now helpless girl, her anger was quickly melting down. Had she still had her nail-ripper, she would probably have taken a couple of nails as punishment but now she did not envision herself tearing at the with her bare hands. Not on a living girl.

The Blue Elf seemed in a bad enough condition. Aurelia stood up, lifting the loser on her feet by her hair and twisted arms, and dragged her back to the top of the slope.

"Don't ever cross my path again!" she hissed in the terrified Blue Elf's ear. "The next time, I won't show any mercy." And on these words, she shoved Sandra down the steep pathway, seeing her tumbling down and disappearing into the darkness.

Aurelia turned to the other direction and began to jog again along the mossy and damp gallery towards whatever the Elven Adventure's conceiver had imagined for her. 

Sandra rolled down like a piece of stone, unable to control her body's movements and when finally she came to a halt she needed several long minutes to regain her consciousness. Her brain felt as if it were still tumbling inside her head. To her real surprise, no bone had broken and she had survived the encounter with the fierce Redhead with but a couple of minor bruises. Sandra did not understand what had happened. Since her arrival to the city of agony she had not met anybody being merciful, forgiving or, like the Red Elf, generous. She took a short rest then collected all her strength for climbing uphill again. She was sure that gaining upon the Red Elf was literally impossible. She was like an angry arrow, full of life and motion.

***

The tunnel became plainer and progressing was getting easier. Finally Aurelia could  change to light jogging. Her missing toe was still throbbing just as the insect bites all over her body. Some of them had turned to angry red rashes and she still had from time to time to sweep away bugs that were hiding in her red mane as they finally found their way to her scalp. She had left the moss-covered rocks and was again in a plain, stone tunnel. Suddenly her path was blocked by a metal door. Not too comfortingly, she saw an U-shaped groove in the ceiling, its ends going on the other side of the door. A small windlass was fixed in the curve of the U,  from which a rope was hanging knotted into a hangman's noose. As she approached the door, a set of harsh spotlights were lit up, blinding the Agent. It took her long seconds before her eyes accustomed themselves to the searing rays.

"Step forward, Elf slave, and place the noose around your neck!" a demanding and rather loud male voice ordered, filling the cave tunnel.

Still blinking in the harsh light, protecting her eyes with her hands, Aurelia tried to find a way of cheating but she could not distinguish any detail. Her options were either to go back and try another tunnel or go along with this one. The other tunnels were probably harder, so she did as ordered. She walked to the door and placed the coarse, thick noose around her neck, suppressing a shiver as the hemp touched her skin. Almost immediately, the windlass hummed with cracking sounds and the noose was raised higher, tightening around her neck. Aurelia brought her hands into the loop and lifted herself to ease down the pressure on her wind pipe.

"Put your hands behind your back! Out of the noose! If I want to kill you I can do that anyway, don't be so stupid!" the same voice barked.

Reluctantly, Aurelia let go off the noose and put her hands in the small of her back. Immediately the noose continued its tightening until she was on the verge of suffocation but still able breathe. To do so however, she was forced to raise herself onto her tiptoes while stretching her body and keeping her head up. The metal door slowly slid into the wall. As she was facing the ceiling, she finally understood the purpose of the U-shaped groove. It was actually a kind of rail for a conveyor system. The windlass began to move away from its initial position through the open door, forcing Aurelia to follow it, walking on the aching point of her feet. Another similar windlass was waiting inside and as Aurelia was toddling in desperate effort to follow her rope, the unoccupied windlass rolled out and took the waiting position outside. The door closed behind her and immediately two orcs appeared on both sides, looping her wrists together with well-practised efficiency, tying her wrists closely together. They took her single black toenail away and then left her there. The conveyor began to move again, pulling the helpless, choking girl under it into another huge cave hall.

In a king-size suite of Ashagen's Hotel "The merciful inquisitor"

The brutal-looking Black man was enjoying his holidays. He and his team were working hard all year round and they were known as one of the best among the collector brigades that were delivering fresh meat to Ashagen's ever-hungry slave market. They had their own, wide and perfectly working network of slave traders all over the southern part of the US and in Mexico. In their specially-equipped lorry, which they called "Babetrap", they constantly wandered from city to city, contacted their suppliers, paid for the fresh merchandise and delivered the recently-enslaved human beings to Ashagen's main supplier hub, which was located in the middle of the Mexican desert. They were directly paid by Ashagen's Government and had the privilege of visiting the secret city once or twice per year. They loved their work and Ashagen needed them more than anybody else. Collectors with widespread connections to slavers, pimps, police and customs officials over the states were the most useful and most respected employees of Ashagen's leaders. They had just arrived with the last transport and had been awarded a 10-day stay in the city of living hell. Ten days of never-ending orgies and parties, with additional benefit of connecting with Ashagians who had special requirements and wanted the brigade to collect and deliver special merchandises.

Dhonko's Team was around him in the living room of the suite, sipping seemingly unlimited amount of whisky and cold beer, guzzling all kinds of fancy foods indiscriminately and fucking senselessly those hotel-maids who were in fact simple second class slaves who were part of the room package. They would only need to pay if they happened to kill or cripple any of them, which was not completely unlikely. However, filling any of  their holes with their cocks or any other object was free of charge and they never missed to take advantage of such a generous offer.

On the Kashmir carpet between White's and Nigger's sweaty and muscular bodies, the figure of a small Japanese girl was squirming in the males's vice grips. The three bodies formed a delightfully interracial hamburger although the girl's horrible grunts and squeaking made it very clear that she was not enjoying so much the close intermixing of races. From his place, Dhonko could not see whether they were forcing their oversized cocks into the same hole or whether the maid was experiencing a classical double penetration, but he was sure that after his men would have finished with her, some charges would be on the bill as it seemed impossible that the small bitch could survive the vicious fucking without major injuries.

Chinese was laying exhausted on a huge armchair while two Caucasian girls with ruined mascara were making great efforts at sucking and licking his cock. The little bitches were desperate to avoid the Japanese maid's fate. Gurgling sloppy sounds emerged from around their red lips. Meanwhile, Dhonko was screwing a big-assed Black bitch's asshole from behind and whenever the slave failed to wiggle her ass, he gently touched the tip of his glowing cigar to the skin of the broad assglobes.

In the the middle of the room, on an extra large screen, were unrolling the happenings of the funny event called the Elven Adventure, and even though he and his team were sending hundreds of bitches every year to Ashagen, he could still recognise some of those he had "hired" himself. It was always a pleasure to see that some of the personally enslaved bitches could make their career in Ashagen, although Dhonko could tell they quite seldom enjoyed that lifestyle as much as Dhonko enjoyed his.

The Redhead amazon, who was transported together with one of his ex-contacts, the fallen slut Trixie - Dhonko clearly remembered the case although it had happened a couple of months ago - had just entered the hall of Tricky Teeter-Totter. The sign of the first class slaves could still be seen on her forehead, indicating that the bitch had not yet lost her special status so far. Still she looked somewhat more meagre than he remembered her, and her face much changed by the presence of the nose ring. 

In the Hall of Tricky Teeter-totter

With her upwards-forced head, Aurelia did not have a clear vision of the hall but it seemed to be just as big as the Hot Kiss Hall, or maybe even bigger. She saw two more doors, each with its conveyor groove, which converged to form a single rail at some point. Two girls were in front of her, standing on their tip-toes with trembling legs. Their sweat-covered muscles were knotting in the painful need of keeping their body on their toes to avoid strangling themselves. In fact no other sound could be heard except really horrific, loud shrieks that were so intense and desperate that Aurelia had to twist her body to glance at that part of the hall. First she saw flames, shiny yellow tentacles of flames emitting an incredibly dense black smoke in the cave's air. But those tongues of flames were moving, or rather running like mice frightened by cats! And then she got it. Elves, at least half a dozen naked women were running towards a place that was hidden from her sight by a wall. All Elves were actually burning! The flames seemed to be coming from around their waist, but it was impossible tell exactly where as they were licking their bodies on every side. All the poor females were running towards the same hidden spot, screaming so wildly that a lot of the numerous orcs standing around pressed their palms against their ears. It did not last more than a few seconds. The burning women soon disappeared behind the wall but their terrible screams remained audible for another minute or so when finally the last painful moan faded away.

"This was a tight repêchage. None of the sluts failed to escape the cages," one of the orcs said.

"God bless them, I hate when they burn to death right here, this place is already way too stinky," another orc replied. He was right: a heavy smell of smoke and burnt human flesh was floating in the air.

Tottering on her aching toes, Aurelia was doing her best to reduce the pressure on her strangled throat. Her calves were filled with cramp and keeping her balance was getting more difficult every second that passed by. She was wondering how long she could last in such position before her legs would deny her their support and she would slowly choke to death. The answer to this existential question would have to wait though as another door opened behind the three lined-up slaves and a fourth Elf joined them, moaning pitifully.

"Two plus two, we have our next pairings!" a guard said.

"Which has the best part time?"

"Shinju, the Purple Asian bitch. She made it in 18 minutes and 32 seconds."

"Fuck, she must have been running all the time. And the worst?"

"Aurelia, the Red one. She needed more than one hour. Ha ha! she is a survivor from the Bug Vault! Looks like she escaped it rather quickly though."

"Fuck man! two first-class bitches! this is going to be a great match!"

In Dhonko's gang's suite

Dhonko pushed the glowing end of his cigar against the African girl's already blistered, puckered asshole and the bitch immediately hastened the pace of her wiggling ass. The slaver pushed her head down with his fist then inhaled a huge mouthful of smoke from the cigar, watching the TV. Tricky Teeter-Totter was a new show and during the preparation of the next slaves, the TV network introduced the rules over and over again.

The recorded introduction started with the scanning of a contraption that was looking like a big teeter-totter similar to those found in child playgrounds. It was pivoting on a single iron rod protruding on top of a large wooden box. The shaft was very long, around seven metres, ending with two flat and narrow wooden planks acting as seats. In front of each seat a T-shaped handrail was sticking out, while a big phallus was standing upwards in their middle. They were black and slightly curved with a length of around 30 centimetres and a width of 5 centimetres. In front of the monstrous intruder was a hole pierced vertically through the seat, threaded with a 20-centimetre, thin, golden chain, its lower end hanging down to the ground. Its upper end was connected to a five-centimetre-long, pencil-thick golden cylinder that was protruding from the seat, some distance in front of the dildo. The camera zoomed out showing that 3.5 metres above the teeter-totter was a long horizontal wooden beam, hanging by two ropes. It was about the same length and thickness as the teeter-totter shaft. A basket was hanging from its middle point, right above the teeter-totter's axis.

"The Tricky Teeter is a classical seesaw moved by muscle strength and using the ground as support. The Elves are sitting on the seats and using their legs' energy to push their ends and  themselves up," a sexy, dreamy female voice explained. A 3D animation appeared, showing the schematic illustration of the teeter-totter, with two computer-animated rough human figures moving up and down by bending their knees then kicking themselves upwards. "The Elves are not only swinging but their task is to reach the overhead beam, hold on it, get to the basket, remove the dildo from it and stick it up their snatch," the explanation went on as the camera peeked inside the braided basket, showing the heavily over-sized fake penis inside. "They will have to stand on their seat, wait until they reach the top of the swing to jump and climb on the beam. Tall Elves have huge advantage at this. This may look simple but it is not so easy."

"First of all, under each seat is a bed of glowing hot coals, fuelled by a couple of wooden logs. The swinging Elves will literally have a camp fire under their ass, an actual circle of fire approximately one metre in diameter. Whenever they push themselves up they must do it on a ground that is on fire, which generally ensures a quick and determined thrust. Before the race, the Elves have the possibility to spend their acquired nails to decrease the number of wooden logs from their own fire, up to a maximum of three nails which means no log at all, only the charcoal bed," the narrator said as the animation showed the swinging human figures with child-drawing-quality flames under their soles.

"Secondly, both Elves are locked to their seat by two means. One of them is a rubber dildo penetrating their rectum. The rubber dildos are hollow and have an open hole facing the coal bed. Their thermal conductivity is very good. The raising hot air heats the rubber up and the effect in the Elves' colon is a real motivation to finish the race as soon as possible." The animation changed to X-ray-style image, showing from the side how the huge phalluses entered their riders body through their sphincter.

"Thirdly, they cannot raise their bottom high enough to remove the dildos before they have dealt with the small cylinders in their urethra." The camera showed a small golden pencil-like rod adorned with three vertical lines of six small black dots. A long nailed finger pushed the base of the tiny rod and suddenly an one-centimetre-long pin sprung out from every black dot, angled downward like fish bones.

"Once the urethra dildos have been placed into the Elf's adequate opening, those pins are deployed and there is no way to close them back. This is a one-use-only mechanism. As you can see, they are pointing down towards the opening of the urethra for maximum effect. The removal of the dildo is only possible once the pins have been pulled out of the urethra's inner walls, usually with very dramatic and extremely painful consequences. As long as the urethra plug stays in place, the Elves cannot move their crotch away from the seat, making it impossible to remove the butt plug and to reach the basket." The animation showed a clear picture about how the three lines of pins were opening inside the slave's body, like a six-story umbrella.

"Moreover, the golden string has a steel core, which makes it quite durable, and thanks to its gold outer layer, it has an excellent thermal conductivity, just as the urethra plug itself. The free end of the string will continually lie in the fire, usually making the heating of the urethra the most significant motivating factor of all to finish the race quickly." On these words, the animation ended and the image of the teeter-totter filled the screen once again.

"Overall the race is like this: Swinging, tugging on the urethra plug until it is torn out, then removal of the ass-plug, then attempts to jump and reach the basket. If a slave fall from her seat, the race is stopped, the teeter-totter is rotated to its harmless position, the fallen elf is replaced on her ass-plug, and the game continues. There is no other rule. Enjoy the show!"

As the female voice finished the explanation, Dhonko's face turned into an evil grimace. "Fucking cool!"

In the Hall of Tricky Teeter-Totter

Shinju was already standing next to the teeter-totter, with the noose still around her neck. She was measuring up her opponent. Unlike most other slaves she had met in Ashagen, the Redhead was not shaking. She was even staring back at her. The rules of the game were explained to them, including the consequences of losing.

The rules were simple and Shinju knew that she had to win. Even if there was a second chance for the losers, she had already seen what happened to the elves involved in the repêchage. Their ass and cunt were filled up with some inflammable substance, then they were forced into tiny cages and their orifices were set ablaze. They had to climb out of the cage and run towards a kind of pond at the other end of cave. But once there, only the first slave was actually allowed to jump in the water. All the others - there was always eight participants - were prevented from jumping into the pond and had to burn to death, a few metres away from the cool water. Even those who somehow survived that hellish race were badly charred and disfigured.

Shinju was not afraid of dying. She had served her Master all her life as an assassin, a lover and a secretary, until she had finally made the mistake. Her target had not died and she had even been captured by the police. Her Master had lost face, lost money and lost friends, and as the affair got wide publicity, there was no way he could spare Shinju's life. Officially, she had committed suicide in her cell, but in reality she had been transported to Ashagen to serve her Master one last time. Her Master's friends and partners could follow up her progress in the competition, and if she were to die, everybody could witness how she received her deserved punishment. Even though Shinju was not planning to die, she wanted to make her Master happy one last time by winning the competition for him. She was a Yakuza assassin, and faithful to her Master to death, or even beyond.

Aurelia looked at her next opponent and was not satisfied with what she saw. The bright-purple-haired girl was small, she looked so young with her pretty face, dainty little nose, and her big, black and surprisingly calm oriental eyes. She was thin, with still remarkable breasts, but she was hardly more than 50 or55 kg. Also, there were no obvious injuries on her body and she still had all her 10 long, wild-purple, shiny nails on her fingers. There was something strange around her upper arms, as if her skin had been painted in the same colour as her yellow skin, and as if the painting had cracked down here and there. Strange bits of drawing appeared at different spots of her arms. And Aurelia suddenly recognized the hidden tattoos! Her next opponent was going to be much more dangerous then any of them before.

The seesaw was turned 90 degrees horizontally around its axis, bringing the seats as far as they could go from the blackened rock pits which were being filled up with red glowing coals. Two muscular orcs were bringing the sizzling embers in small carts and poured their content in the shallow holes. The whole cave was extremely hot, as if they were in some fossil-fuel power-plant's loading area and the orcs were sweating profusely. The mounds of coals were then aligned until large red hot plates formed at both places. Suddenly Aurelia felt her noose raising, lifting her by her neck immediately. The rope was thick enough not to break her windpipe nor cause any other injury except for some bruises around her neck, but her air supply was immediately cut.

Aurelia's toes left the ground. She was stretching her legs and feet down, vainly trying to get a support. Her arms were contorting behind her back, her hands clawing at the air. Her face was turning red. While she struggled frantically, she was led to her seat by two orcs. The grabbed her ankles and parted her legs before lowering her. The tightness of the noose was preventing her from looking down but when she felt the gigantic plug touching her inner thigh, the image of the huge object was clearly visible in her mind's eye. The tip of  the dildo had been slightly greased to make it easier to stretch the sphincter open. The orcs were manoeuvring the bound girl by means of her parted legs. They guided her to the plug, until it touched her tightly closed opening. The choking agent grimaced at that contact. Then, pulling on her legs and pressing on her shoulders, they progressively pushed her down around the enormous dick.

Now that she was resting some of her weight on the dildo, the pressure on her throat was relieved and she was able to take deep, panting breaths. She was also able to scream, which she did with incredible loudness as her anus was stretched farther and farther. The orcs who were holding her legs had great difficulty to keep them still as the woman was putting all her might into trying to avoid the brutal rape of her rear hole. Never had she received so large a thing up her rectum and she was in the impression that it would be torn beyond repair.

At last though, after much jerking and twisting had been imposed to her hips, she felt the wood of the seat touching her crotch. She would not go any lower. The feeling of that huge device was filling her bowels, causing a disagreeable sickness feeling.

Shinju too was lifted and placed onto the extremely large rubber dildo. Even from the midst of her misery, the secret Agent realised that her opponent was bearing the actual hanging far too easily. Of course, her body was light but her neck muscles seemed to be unusually strong. At least the insertion of the dinosaur's dildo forced Shinju to express utter pain. Her body was simply too small to welcome such an intruder. But in the end, after a lot of struggle from the part of the orcs, she was too sitting on of the almost arm-thick dick, like a Queen on her horse. To compensate for the difference in weights between the two girls, several brick-like stones were fastened under Shinju's seat. Altogether, they must have weighted about 20 kilos as the the redhead Amazon was so much taller and bustier than her petite and skinny oriental opponent.

The urethra plug was next. A rough-handed orc stretched open Aurelia's bare pussy, searched for the tiny slit marking her pee-hole and cruelly thrust the little dart in, deeper and deeper until only the butt of the device was protruding. He inserted a kind of screwdriver into a tiny hole and pushed a hidden button. There was a discrete click and Aurelia yelped as she felt the pins deploy themselves inside her urethra, securely anchoring the plug to her very flesh. Her face turned very pale as she realised how painful the nasty plug was, burning the narrow channel from inside. The thought she would have to force it out began to make her trembling.

Once both girls were positioned over and anchored to their seats and the orcs had checked that everything was in place, they asked them a question: "Okay, Elven cunts. How many nails do you wish to spend on reducing the wooden fuel under your asses? Purple one?"

"Three," the Japanese girl replied, and the orc counted three differently-coloured nails out of her hands. As he was holding Shinju's nails, Aurelia could see that there were about 20 of them, of at least four different colours. Whatever Shinju had done on her way, she had not wasted her time and had not not shown any mercy.

"Red one?"

"I'm going to pay one nail," Aurelia answered, regretting her lost collection of nails. This was all she could offer.

One of the orcs began to bring dry logs from a stack that was next to the glowing beds of coals. He placed them one by one until they were forming a neat little pyramid. Unluckily for Aurelia, the logs immediately caught fire and flames started to reach towards the ceiling, the cracking sound of burning wood clearly audible. Meanwhile, no wood was placed under Shinju's seat, which would clearly be a huge advantage for the Yakuza lady. They waited for a minute or so until Aurelia's fire had come really alive, and then two of the orcs pushed against the teeter-totter arm, next to its main axis, and rotated the slaves to their positions. By contrast with her usual annoyingly calm facial expression, Shinju's dark and beautiful Asian eyes seemed to widen even more than when the huge rubber rod had been forced up her ass, and she immediately pulled her delicate feet up and placed them in front of herself, onto the teeter-totter axle. The searing heat that was radiating from the bed of hot coals was extremely uncomfortable even from that distance, and for a moment Shinju seemed on the verge of panicking.

Aurelia's fate was much worse as she was hanging just above the burning pyramid. Long flames were reaching upwards, flickering and licking at her dangling feet and legs. She too lifted them and rested her feet on the shaft in front of her, but the heat remained so intense that she felt as if she were roasting. For a short moment, the shaft remained in balance, parallel to the floor, and then it began to tilt, faster and faster. Despite the counterbalancing weights that had been added, Aurelia's side was still slightly heavier. To her horror, she sunk in the middle of the flames.

Meanwhile,  Shinju had recovered the control over her panicked face. Still a sign of relief spread across her face when her seat began to move upwards. The thin girl was sitting in a slightly weird position, as if she were pushing her buttocks backwards while gouging her body as if she were about to do some yoga exercises. The insanely over-sized dildo in her rectum had a clearly-visible effect on the small Oriental body. But despite her slutty bent-over position, Shinju's eyes never turned away from Aurelia, not even for a single moment.

As Aurelia approached the coal bed, she quickly pulled her feet from above the shaft and brought them down, right into the flames. The heat bit at her soles and toes and she grimaced. Still, she kept her feet down. She wanted to propel herself up and spend as little time in the lower position as possible. Although she could feel the heat, the cream that Laura had spread over her legs was protecting her and preventing her feet to be damaged. She realised that this would give her great advantage for this challenge. Meanwhile, Shinju intertwined her thin lean legs around the teeter-totter shaft, her white toes with their shiny black nails pushed against each other from their top sides. Then the Japanese girl grabbed the handrail and right when Aurelia's toes reached the hissing flames she shook the shaft with all her might.

Unluckily for Shinju the whole contraption proved far too heavy and her own body much too light to cause any major trouble to her red-haired opponent. Her attempts at shaking the teeter-totter looked absurd and comical, comparable to a small white maggot wiggling at the end of a stick. Shinju angrily grumbled with disappointment as she let her feet fall under her. As Aurelia reached the bottom of her trajectory, she quickly pushed herself upward, pressing the ball of her feet into the glowing coals. She used just enough force to bring her up in a slow move that would keep her up as long as possible. She felt the jolt deep in her rectum and grimaced from the pain.

When Shinju felt her seat begin to move down, she realised another vexatious fact. Even if the cow-jugged Red elf had just been dangling her feet in the flames for a while, she had not shown any real pain signs. And that was bad news, the Redhead had to be pumped up with drugs to an extreme level. But Shinju had no more time for worrying about that, her petite little feet were getting very close to the red hot coals and she needed to prepare for the agonizing touch.

As soon as Aurelia moved out of the flames, she concentrated on pulling herself off the urethra plug. Bending over, she spread her labia with her left fingers, revealing her pee-hole and the golden rod protruding out of it. She used the fingers of her right hand to feel about. She touched the three pins belonging to the lowest umbrella and began to attack them with her specially reinforced nails. The tiny needles did not resist long and fell down. Those had been easy, but the other umbrellas were deeper in her urethra, out of reach.

Shinju's oriental eyes narrowed even more as she followed her opponent's every movements. The very first moment, when the Red's finger-nails reached for the urethra plug, a feeling of joy ran through the Japanese girl's mind. To her, it seemed that the Redhead had already lost her sense of reality as she hopelessly attacked metal bare-handed. But she soon had to realise that something was wrong. The Amazon-like tall woman seemed to have hacksaw-like nails that could actually cut through metal! Panic struck her mind. Something was very wrong with the Redhead. Probably luckily for Shinju, she had no more time to spend on concerning because her dust-covered soles approached the coals and the searing, extreme pain immediately took over the focus of her brain.

She lifted her feet upwards instinctively by her ankles but only a second later her heels touched the glowing coals. Shinju let out a hissing, whining groan. She was used to feel pain of every kinds and was trained at bearing it and even at turning it as an advantage. The seat moved down until its end hit the ground and Shinju's soles leaned against the coals. Her eyes opened wide but she shut her mouth closely. Her facial expression was like a real Manga girl for a moment, her eyes grew really big as she supported her body behind herself with her hands then suddenly pushed her crotch upwards with all her might. Some smoke raised from under soles as she was groaning in a surprisingly deep voice. Her flat abdomen successfully lifted a couple of centimetres as the cruel needles in her urethra scratched along the sensitive walls of her peeing tube.

The hot air rising into her ass started to heat up rubber badly and the pain became harsher and harsher in her feet as the heat ate itself through her skin and Shinju had to give up her desperate fight against the evil plug. Still, the first umbrella became much closer to her pee-hole due to her inhuman efforts. She let her ass fall back onto the seat and finally pushed herself upwards.

Aurelia, high in the air, braced her feet against the base of the handrail in front of her, arched backward as much as the butt-plug allowed her and yanked hard. She felt the evil little pins clawing at her pee-hole, causing unimaginable agony. She grimaced and burst out in sweat but she managed to remain silent. As she felt going down again, she looked at her crotch and was relieved to see that she had managed to extract three fourths of the urethra plug. Hopefully she could yank it completely out with her next yank. But now she had to ready herself for landing in the fire.

Unfortunately for Shinju, her feet were heated up enough to make her too hasty. Her kick slid over the sizzling embers, which not only caused a sharp edge cut slightly the side of her left foot, but even her push became quick and sudden, preventing her from taking advantage of her ascent. She hissed in helpless anger as she realised that her increasingly hated enemy had managed to mutilate herself even more and that the golden plug in the Redhead's cunt seemed very close to leave the slit completely. Shinju's hands clenched and her long black nails cut into her palms. She needed to do something or else she was doomed.

Aurelia had seen Shinju's face contorted from the pain as her feet kicked the coals. No doubt, after remaining so long down, the heat must have been creeping up the golden chain and roasting her urethra as well as her rectum. Her kick had been too weak as well. She would not spend much time in the cooler air. The secret Agent decided not to allow her any rest. Therefore, just as she landed on the floor, she pushed with her heat-protected soles against the glowing carpet to throw her opponent down again.

"Roast in hell!" she whispered through her clenched teeth.

Shinju had just reached the top position and she had barely regained her balance and her senses when the Red bitch immediately pushed and the little Oriental girl began to move down. She was already in pain, her soles, her grotesquely stretched ass and her cruelly filled urethra were all suffering from the heat and instead of getting some rest, her opponent forced her to move downwards again towards the sizzling coals. She weakly wiggled her crotch while descending and a sharp pain in her crotch indicated that the golden plug had moved somewhat out, although not too much. And that amazon-like Red elf still did not show any sign of real pain! that was frustrating! Shinju prepared herself to touch the coals with her delicate feet again as an angry hiss left her throat.

Shinju’s, whose plug was still much deeper in her urethra, had to do something, had to risk an unexpected and somewhat self-mutilating move if she wanted to stay in the match. Losing was not an option, it was almost certainly equivalent to a painful death. Any agony that she could experience on the teeter was still not as bad as having her vagina set to fire. During the agonizing cycles of ascending and descending, the golden chain had heated up enough to become close to melting, and that was affecting the small rod in her pee-hole too. The scratching of the needles became a secondary concern as her normally so tight and closed little tube felt like it was set alight. And indeed it was. Puffs of smoke began to raise as the sensitive interior of her excretion system started to fume. Little Shinju’s face contorted into a grimace, she clenched her teeth like a snarling wolf while having a firm grip on the seat under her. Her toes seemed to be completely black, the smoke painted them in black, homogenizing the skin colour to the nails lacquer.

Her blister-covered soles finally stepped onto the glowing coals, which ended up in another heavy reeking from under her feet. Shinju growled and, collecting her strength, tightened her body against the hot plug. She was trembling and shaking heavily, beads of sweat drew lines on her slender figure, she pushed the seat down with her hands while raising herself on tiptoes offering her toes even more to the searing heat, and after a few seconds of inhuman exertion the plug suddenly slid out of her urethra, spraying around blackened drops of roasted blood. The plug fell onto the seat, its surface was covered in blood and charred remnants of Shinju’s pee-hole internal mucus. The girl immediately let her heels touch the coals again as she gave herself a powerful thrust, taking off from the coals.

Aurelia had some time to work on her urethra plug as well, and as she was high in the air, she was less affected by the heat. Bending her body backwards as much as she dared, she pulled on the plug with her right hand, grimacing as each little yank caused inhuman agony through the narrow tube. The plug was already almost entirely out but that last pins were clawing at parts that had been thoroughly tenderised by their predecessors and the agony that caused was almost unbearable. With a final yank and a shriek of agony, she extracted the last set of pins from her pee hole. 

The tiny, delicate golden object was covered in blood. It looked like a decadent piece of jewelry. With an expression of disgust and relief, Aurelie dropped it and, pulled down by the weight of its chain, the evil device passed through the wooden hole and fell into the glowing coal bed. Already, Aurelia was going down again and she braced herself for the next task: extracting the butt plug.

Almost mad with pain, Shinju pulled one of her legs under her while raising the other foot high. Restricted by her butt-plug, the flexibility of her body was really limited, and under the current circumstances, the action seemed close to impossible. She actually twisted her thigh into a position to successfully bring her blistered, sooth-covered and in few tiny spots even glowing right sole to her face, and began to blow the half-roasted sensitive skin. Then, as if she were some kind of a foot fetish porn star, she placed her aching toes into her mouth and covered them with her cooling saliva. Soon she reached the top of her trajectory and began to move downwards again. She had had only enough time to finish with one foot, but the now shiny toes felt slightly better.

Aurelia's feet and lower legs were still benefiting from some of the protection granted by the special unguent. With a bit of luck, this touch-down could be the last time she had to actually touch the coals with her feet. As the teeter-totter was swinging her down, she prepared for her next move. It would have to be a decisive effort, even if it would be extremely painful. She stretched her legs down so as to absorb as much of the impact as impossible. It was crucial for her plan that she would not hammer herself on her seat as she had done so far. Instead, she would use the momentum of the teeter-totter to help her.

Her feet banged into the coals and, as her legs were stretched taut and did not flex at all, were pushed ankle deep among the glowing balls. Immediately, Aurelia felt that it was too much for her protective cream and that she would have to puller he feet out quickly if she were not to sustain crippling damage to her soles and feet. But her legs supported the entirety of the impact, the teeter-totter continued its movement, carried down by its momentum. Aurelia felt a humongous pain in her rectum, as if her bowels were torn from her belly. She let out an inhuman scream of agony that echoed among the walls of the cavern.

The suffering had been fruitful though. Looking at her crotch with tear-blurry eyes, she saw that the butt plug had been almost entirely extracted from her rectum. Bent over the handle, her bowels suffering extreme agony which was bringing her to the verge of passing out, Aurelia give a last kick which propelled her back towards the ceiling.

After getting rid of the glowing urethra plug but having her toes so extremely roasted, Shinju was not in the mental and physical condition to do so much. Even though she managed to cover one foot wit some saliva, the assassin girl knew far too well how small protection that meant to her awfully blistered and aching digits. She was not preparing too much except one thing. She placed her untreated left foot onto the beam in front of her and approached the coals only with her left sole. She felt how the thin layer of desperately smeared saliva evaporated before the charred foot reached the coals and Shinju began to scream, in a high-pitched voice, pitifully. Her leg bent and as soon as she could, she kicked upwards to leave the coals, immediately repeating her previous performance by raising her right foot again to her face and literally suck it in, tasting the heat, the soot, her own melted fat and popping blisters. But even if it was the worst taste she ever tried the slight relief of her cooling saliva felt so good she kept on sucking her toes all her time away from the coals.

On her way up, Aurelia was barely able to do anything. Her entire mind was focusing on avoiding to pass out or fall from her seat. This was an intense struggle as both her urethra and her rectum were throbbing with agony. Arriving near the apex of her swing, she managed to lift her feet and put them on her seat, right under her buttocks. She used the jolt caused by Shinju impacting the ground to push on her legs and extract the last bit of the plug out of her anus.

There was a loud fart which nevertheless was covered by her scream of pain. Her anus, stretched beyond its limits, was wide gaping, a dark, bleeding hole between her muscular buttocks. As the teeter-totter moved down again, she assured her position, tightly gripping the handle and bracing her feet on the seat, readying herself for the impact.

No matter how desperately Shinju tried to raise her fragile hips and let the over-sized and hot rubber slide out of her aching and scorched asshole, the object in her body was simply too big. Shinju felt like she was cheated. How could they force her to fight against that large Caucasian woman? It was not fair! The sheer size difference ensured that her own task was much harder than her opponent's, and it seemed that that difference was enough to cause herself losing the fight. Of course Shinju knew very well that life was not fair, not at all. Nothing was fair, nothing was equal. But this time that unfair advantage of the Redhead meant Shinju was going to lose, and hence she was going to die. Die a horrible death. Natural selection in its crudest form!

The teeter-totter crashed hard in the coals, nearly causing Aurelia to fall from it, now that she was no longer anchored to the beam by her anal opening. Once again she was enveloped in the shimmering air and it took her all her willpower to force herself to bring her feet down from their safe position to kick herself back into the air, hopefully for the last time.

She touched the coals for the briefest instant but it was enough make her feet sink into the coals and feel the terrible heat. The defence offered by the unguent was starting to vanish. As soon as she left the floor, Aurelia climbed on the beam, crouching, braced on her feet and hands, while her eyes were poised on the bar hanging from the ceiling.

Shinju screamed out; loud and fearful shrieks filled with all the feelings she had suppressed so long, anguish, anger, hatred, and most terrifyingly for herself as well it was the scream of the instinct for staying alive. Her severely roasted feet approached the hot coals again and the familiar, horrible pain shocked her nerve system another time. 

Smoke rose as her scorched toes dug into the uneven ground. She felt how a glowing red piece of coal pressed again her big toenail on her left foot and how that angry little stone melted her nail, evaporating the horn, turning her blood into reddish steam. She screamed long and aloud, her fingers grabbed the edge of the seat, she let her knees bending until the seat almost reached the coal bed which heat seared her ankle, calves and filled her ass dildo with hell-hot air. Her whole body cramped under the agonizing pain, she was shaking like an epileptic doll while she collected all her strength. Then she sprung up, her small body acted like an instrument of power she kicked pout while increased the dynamism with her upper body as well, applying an extreme yank onto her colon. She flew upwards still grabbing the seat, which made her body rotate as her ass lifted higher and the rubber was about to slid out of her. 

Almost, but not completely, a few inches were still missing,  her widely stretched asshole did not let the dildo's tip free. Shinju's never ending scream turned into a crying of desperation as her soles immediately fell back onto the coals, the yank was too much focusing on the dildo removal and left not enough strength for lifting her up from the ground. Her exhausted, shaking legs buckled under her and her calves laid against the coals, the searing heat immediately roasting along her lower legs. Shinju rose her teary eyes and desperately gazed with wide open screaming mouth as the Redhead was crouching, precariously balanced on the top of the other seat.

Aurelia waited until the last moment, crouched on the seat. As the teeter-totter jolted at the end of its swing, the spy's body bolted like a coiled spring. She used the momentum gathered during the upwards arc to gain more height. Falling now would almost certainly mean her death as she would not only be horribly burned on the coals, but she would be impaled again on the huge dildo. She was not sure she would find the strength to extract it again.

The combined speed of the teeter and her own jump brought her easily to the hanging beam. Her hands grasped it and she quickly hooked her arms over it to ensure she would not slip at this crucial moment. She then swung her body left and right while shifting her hands forward, scrambling fast along the beam.

She quickly reached the basket. Using her toes, she grabbed the dildo that was awaiting there and brought it to her hand and then to her mouth. She then lifted herself over the beam and somehow sat on it. She leaned backward so as to clear the access to her pussy and began pushing the huge dildo into her vagina. It was a chance that it was yet untouched, because the dildo was very large and her snatch was dry as a bone. She licked the dildo, trying to lubricate it and pushed it inside with careful little twists, until it was finally entirely inside her.

As soon as Aurelia's body and weight left the other side of the contraption, Shinju was completely lost. Without counterweight, there was no way for her to lift herself in the air again. As the burning coals ate themselves deep into the yet less damaged skin of her calves she only had enough strength to straighten her legs and then place them in front of herself onto the wooden rod, but the hellish rubber dildo slid back into her bowels and the raising hot air filled it immediately, literally cooking the girl's colon from inside.

Shinju was pitifully crying in pain as all she could do was witnessing how the cheating Redhead won the competition, sentencing Shinju to an almost certain agonizing death. The rubber in her ass heated to a new level since it remained so long and so close to the burning embers, and it actually began to scorch the sensitive interior walls of her ass, melting the moist tissues, evaporating their moisture, making the girl squirm and scream in such a horrible way that the whole teeter was shaking together with her just as if it were shaken by an earthquake.

As soon as Aurelia successfully inserted the huge dildo into her well-used cunt, one of the orcs loudly shouted;

"And here we have the winner... and the loser as well naturally. Get the Red cunt down and do not forget to be cautious, this one seems to be fucking dangerous!" he roared as a couple of half-naked, sweating orcs gathered under the still hanging Aurelia with their imitations of magic staves in their hands and also equipped with loops of ropes.

"Jump, elf, right here in the middle!" the leader instructed Aurelia and the other orcs prepared themselves to immediately secure the potentially fierce winner.

Aurelia looked down at the grinning creatures, considering her options. She could jump away from the orcs but to what purposes? She could not escape them in the long run. But maybe, if she landed just next to them, she could hope to kill or maim them before they had the time to react. And then she would have weapons to continue her escape... That was worth trying.

And thus she aimed at a point two metres away from the circle of guards, feigning to have miscalculated her jump. She landed on the floor, crouching to absorb the impact of the high jump, ready to spring up and fight. Unfortunately, the orcs were ready. As soon as they saw she was going to land out of their circle, they turned to face her. Her feet had hardly touched the ground that two of them jabbed their electric staff into her thighs. They had set them at low power so that the jolt did not paralyse her totally, but it was enough to cause her legs to jerk and she fell miserably on the ground with a loud yelp. Before she had the time to recover, a third orc had passed over around her neck a steel wire lace placed at the end of a two-metre-long shaft. He pulled on the string until it was taut and snug against her throat, slightly restricting her breath. Unknown to Aurelia, the staff could also act as a cattle-prod in case of need.

Aurelia however knew when she was defeated. With that thing around her neck, she stood no chance. The staff was too long for her to reach his bearer and anyway she was surrounded by the grimacing orcs, ready to snap her again. She was forced up on her feet by the noose, and was even enticed to climb on the ball of her feet to prevent choking herself.

After, and only after Aurelia was perfectly secured, the orcs began to work on Shinju. Muscular, sweaty bodies in heavy asbestos boots started to kick away the burning log from under Aurelia’s seat, then when the fire was more or less spread and neutralized two of the orcs grabbed Aurelia’s end and pulled it down, lifting the screaming and burning Shinju out from her personal hell. The little woman’s legs were severely burnt mostly on the front, huge blisters popped out, the heat cracked her skin on several places and open wounds, half-cauterized leaking blood. Smoke was raising from her asshole, the rubber dildo was right over the coal bed long enough that it heated through completely and literally began to burn Shinju’s ass from inside.

Still, her feet were in a far worse condition. Both of them were covered in soot ankle high, black like the night, but even through the thick soot cover they looked like two huge angry-red blisters.  Shinju’s toes were awfully charred, like carbonized pieces of thin twigs after the campfire burnt down, and where her black painted toenails used to be small fires were still burning, as under the remnants of the melted nail some body fat collected and kept on blazing. The poor Japanese girl looked more dead than alive, she was whining in a high-pitched voice and was shaking as if she were shivering in cold, her eyes rolled back to her skull showing only the white of her eyes.

One orc unlocked the teeter-tooter’s main axis and they could turn the contraption around moving Shinju away from her sizzling coals, pivoted  the teeter away from the heat. The little Japanese girl kept on sobbing uncontrollably. Whether she was a Yakuza or not, there was a level of physical torment that made her lose all dignity. Her ass was smoking, emitting puffs of black smoke into the air, and around her asshole the skin had turned to red and brown as the heat's physical impact slowly spread away from the tortured hole. The dildo remained searing hot and the orcs visibly had great entertainment as the girl trapped by her own asshole was kicking and trashing with her legs and arms wildly, like a frog placed on the tip of a spike.

But the exhausted Shinju was no match for the brutes who easily overpowered her and immobilized her limbs. Using the noose-shaft, the orcs then pushed Aurelia towards the Oriental girl.

“Hand her belongings!”

“She doesn’t have anything.”

“Really? That sucks! Okay, bitch, we don’t have much time as we have enough elves for the consolation run. You have two minutes to take your nails, no more!” he barked and pointed at Shinju, whose feet and ass where still smoking. "Since you don't have any tool, if you want your reward, you'll have to use your own body, bitch!" Aurelia was told. "Take your nails if you want, but do it quickly, we are too eager to start the loser's race here."

Aurelia could not imagine herself hacking at her former opponent's finger and toes with her teeth and nails. Already with the nail-ripper it had been a revolting task, but now, bare-handed, it was beyond her, and thus she immediately rejected the offer. On the ground, next to the coal pit, she could see Shinju's nail-ripper, along with her collection of nails.

"May I have her nail-ripper at least? And her nails?" she said in a croaking voice.

“Forget it! why would you get those? You are entitled to take two nails, which you refused, so you fucking leave without anything!” the loudest orc barked.  “Get out with this shameless cunt and let’s play with the losers!”

Soon enough Aurelia was led to the other end of the cave, roughly yanked several times making the wire to cut deeper into her neck and hurting the skin and sinking slightly into her windpipe.  Meanwhile they passed another table that was full of those things – including pliers and vials – she could have bought if she had had any “money”. Finally they made her step down into a pit about one and half meter deep, right behind a grated metal door. There was another door as well, survivors could leave by one of two exits and a pair of returning orcs indicated that the winner of the other race, who had started with Shinju and Aurelia, had already been released.

Once Aurelia was in the pit she felt that the wire lace around her neck was loosened and she immediately reached for it and freed her head. At that very moment, the shaft was withdrawn and the grated door closed shut behind her with a loud bang. She had survived the Teeter-Tooter race but another dim rock corridor led on the other side of the pit to uncertainty,  where only pain and agony could be expected with 100% likelihood.

Chapter XXXIII - The losers' race

Meanwhile back in the hall, Shinju was finally lifted from the giant and still hot rubber dildo by four orcs holding one limb each. The massive rod slid out from her ruptured asshole with a sickening sloppy sound. The surface of the dildo was visibly smoking as it was covered with the charred remnants of Shinju’s bowels’ inner walls, larger spots of mucus burnt onto the rubber and chunks of the blackened tissues hang freely. Shinju’s once tight asshole remained gaping and wide open, some semi liquid dark blood leaking from the horribly burnt hollow. Only a tiny amount though, as the rest was soot on the dildo. It was a nasty sight, but the orcs found it rather funny. They had a light chatting as they threw the moaning Shinju on the ground.

“Look at this, man! See, I told you that slant-eyed asses melt easier!”

“Fuck yeah, this was said to be a tough one, and look at her, ready to be served! Wanna taste a toe? I bet I can break it down with two fingers. Auch! Fucking hot, man!”

“No thanks, buddy, I don’t like to eat soot. Feed it to her.”

“Open wide little thing, open wide! There you go, good girl. Now swallow! That’s a girl, want more?”

Shinju’s was whining pitifully as they finally dropped her onto the ground. She instinctively tried to pull her feet under her body as she fell, but as soon as her heavily burnt toes touched the ground the girl collapsed onto the cold rocks. She accepted without resistance the detached and heavily burnt little toe brought to her mouth, and swallowed it like a good girl.

“Move you fucking shit, we don’t have all the night!” one of the orcs roared and heavy kicks landed on the Japanese’s little body, making her to raise on all fours and crawl in the direction she was shown. They soon arrived to the side pit of the hall where four cages were lined up and three other girls were waiting in front of every cage, one of them freshly arriving from her own Teeter-Tooter competition, just like Shinju. They were all laying on the ground, visibly exhausted and in great pain, moaning slightly. Open wide assholes and blackened, horribly burnt feet indicated that all of them went through the same agony as Shinju.

In a Japanese apaato somewhere in Ashagen

Sensei Torana, who was well-known within Ashagen's underground as one of the best tattoo and body modifier masters, emptied his glass of pure-quality hot sake and morosely nodded towards the other Japanese man who wore a traditional male kimono.

"I'm sorry to see, Takahashi, that your woman failed to take this hurdle. Actually, I feel even more sorry because we can't have her back here to apply the deserved punishment," the old man said in his raspy, unpleasant voice. They were kneeling in a traditional Japanese style i-ma room on opposite sides of a low table. All fusumas, those wooden-paper sliding doors, were closed since the two Yakuzas had private conversation and the room was almost totally empty apart from the standing screen which was showing the badly injured and scorched Shinju's dragging towards the remote area of the cave. The younger but sinister-looking, icy-eyed man groaned as a sign of his pure contempt.

"She made a mistake. Now she made another one. She will burn to death, you are right, Torana, that her death will be too quick, too painless. I hoped this one would be brave and honorable enough to win for me and be granted the privilege of a warrior's death, but she chose to be a whining cunt like all those others. Too bad. It is really hard in these days to find real followers who have heart and dignity."

"Flesh is just flesh." Torana replied. "And you know that well my friend, that women's flesh is weak and far too easy to break."

"Who cares her flesh? I'm talking about her soul! She lost, but not only the competition! She was whining like a Western cunt! She screamed like a chicken! I am disappointed. Utterly disappointed. Since she won't come back to take the responsibility for her weakness and I soon have to travel back to take care of the business, I need you to do something, Torana."

"What would it be?"

"I will send you Shinju's sister and mother, who will be given the opportunity to prove their family isn't just a shameless henhouse. I want you to deal with those two females and make them face the worst horrors of Ashagen, until their very last moment. If they prove stronger than Shinju, I might forgive their family."

"As you wish, Takahashi, my pleasure to give you a helping hand in need."

In the side pit of the Tricky Teeter Hall

Colette, a busty French girl of 28 years old was heavily moaning while bent forward and was persistently blowing at her charred toes. Her hair and remaining fingernails were just as purple as the newly arriving Asian woman’s. Colette had just been suffering on the hellish contraption. Her toenails used to be purple too but for now all of them were melted or covered in soot. Colette’s pretty face was a picture of pure agony. A middle class girl who worked as bank clerk wasn’t really prepared for all the horrors she had faced during the last two months.

Davorka, an extremely thin but tall girl from Croatia who looked like anorexic, was laying on her back and panting. Her feet were a mass of disgusting, pus-leaking blisters, her body was horrifically filled with bug bites, her ass, urethra and feet were all charred black, completely burnt and she was missing every nails from her fingers. She had lost three games in the Red Hot Kiss hall, had spent half a day in the Bug Vault and God knew how she had managed to bite off a finger from a falling girl to to reach the Tricky Teeter Tooter’s Hall. There she had been no match for her opponent. She was exhausted and ready to die, suffering so much pain all over her body that the former kindergarten teacher only wanted the pain to stop.

Jenny, a silver elf with Caucasian features used to be a half-amateur porn actress and cam girl, lived and worked in England, and ended up in front of that cage. She wasn’t extraordinary beautiful nor had very special features but her legs and ass were said to be so sexy that they were worth to kill for, and that became her fate after a client of her decided to enjoy her company in his Ashagen home. Jenny lived there for over three months and served her Master sexually in every possible way, until he finally grew tired of her and signed Jenny up for the Elven Race. She was sobbing and praying in front of her cage. She had never been religious before but since her arrival to Ashagen, she had changed her attitude and had begun to believe that all the horrors had landed upon her because of her former sinful lifestyle.

That corner of the cave was like a blind alley, around 50 meters in length of a slightly descending rock corridor around 10 meters wide. Densely placed torches were burning on both walls creating a rather sinisterly enlightened environment. The far end of the alley ended in a bigger pool of water what was glowing harshly in strong blue color, like as if it were equipped with dozens of lights in its bottom, a real mystic little lake at the end of the road.

One orc, all their masks looked similar, began to speak.

“Elves! Loser elves! Useless pieces of roasted elven shit! You four. Now you will perform a pretty simple game, as your last chance. Well, it never happened that even the winner of this would make it alive back to the surface, but maybe one of you will succeed. So you four ass-gaping little shits will have your cunts and asses stuffed with tar. You know, this black shit burns easily and burns even without too much oxygen. So we stuff you then put you in these cages, one cunt per cage. Then we light the tar by using those fuses, same length for everybody lit at the same time."

"When your cunt and ass are ablaze, the locking mechanism will let you open the cage doors. Not too complicated, it’s a latch with a knob. You have to completely turn the knob twice to the right and once to the left. Easy. Well, around 30 percents of cunts cannot do that while their crotch is burning and die inside the cage, so remember well, 360 degrees twice to the right, then 360 degrees once to the left. Once the cage is open, climb out of it and start to run. 47 meters and there is the lake. It’s cool water, best to jump in, believe me. Unfortunately, we will let only the first to reach it to jump into the water, second, third and fourth cunts will be stopped, those who aren’t run fast enough will die meters away from the cooling water. Gruesome death I can tell you. You might have some questions but who the fuck cares? Prepare for tar filling!”

Shinju listened to the whole speech while sobbing on her burnt toes, vainly trying to lessen the pain that was throbbing in them. One thing was certain: even if she won that race, her body would be so destroyed that she would hardly survive more than a couple of days. And how could she hope to win a race with her burnt feet? Of course, she would be opposed to girls that had suffered much of the same plight. That would be a miserable sight, for sure.

The girls were surrounded by almost a dozens of orcs but none of them were in the condition to fight against the large men. They were grabbed by men, lifted in the air and orcs wearing heavy leather gloves began to smear semi-liquid tar over their crotches from metal buckets. They roughly touched their tortured parts, pushing tar covered fingers into their gaping asses, into their pussies, reaching for new doses of the black, bad-smelling substance and stuffing it into the depths of their bodies. Those hands were big and knew very well what they were doing, literally fisting the half-dead girls in both their asses and cunts until their orifices were completely filled with the warm chemical, dripping full. Long Fuses were inserted deep into every asshole and every cunthole until the tip of the wires disappeared in the depths of the tar, then the girls, one by one was roughly forced into the small cages where they could not even sit up but had to bend forward, their face against their burnt toes, smelling their awful scent. The doors were closed and a humming sound indicated that the central lock was activated. The other end of the fuses ended in their holes were collected together into one band what was placed on a brick.

Colette remained motionless as they forced the bad smelling, gooey substance into her aching orifices and passively bore her stuffing into the small cage. Not because she gave up, not at all. She lost that diabolic teeter game and she was about to lose her life, but the French woman decided not to give her life up so easily, she tried to spare her strength for the upcoming even though she felt, she knew very well, that having someone's pussy and butt lit was actually a death sentence. But since she had nothing else to lose she seemingly waited in relative calm, though inside her heart was throbbing so wildly like it was about to tear her chest.

Shinju could not help herself from moaning. Her holes were filled to the brink with the sticky stuff. They had been pumped hard with it, causing unbearable agony. And now she was folded in two, the bars of the cage pressing into her flesh from every sides, unable to see behind her but knowing that soon her crotch would be set alight. Her face was clenched in an expression of pain and concentration. Her eyes were fixed on the knob, as was her right hand. She kept repeating in her mind, right-right-left... right-right-left, hoping that the litany would linger in her mind even after the pain had exploded in her holes.

Davorka became hysterical as soon as the cage's door shut close in front of her. She was far beyond her limits, all the pain she had to endure since her arrival to that living hell was far more than her actual threshold and her mental health vanished somewhere in the past just as her natural life instinct. Her own world narrowed down somewhere in the caves into a pure existence of agony, and since her whole body was one huge blister radiating the worst kind of pain the skinny girl's only wish was to die. Still, as soon as the door closed her overwhelming claustrophobia took over her actions and she began to shriek and trash, only that there was nothing she could do apart from making her tiny cage shaking and jumping.

Jenny however wasn't ready to die. No matter her toes were charred just as her urethra and she was convinced that her ass was also just a crater of blackened charcoal, the English beauty wanted to live and even if since the pain began she lived her miserable life in a fuzzy nightmare she was sure that she will be the one who will reach the lake. There was not such an option like being roasted to death from inside.

“Okay, elves. Preparations are done, are you ready for some hot and quick running competition? Well, whether you are ready or not, here we go!” he burst into laughter as he held a torch under the tip of the fuse band, setting all eight ropes alight. The tiny fires ran quickly along accompanied by jumping sparks, reaching into the cages. Terrified screams, curses and pleads arrived from the condemned women, and then, one second later, flames raised high. Horrible, agonized shrieks took over the previous voices and a loud click indicated that the central lock was released. The flaming cunt race had begun.

Waiting was the worst. Shinju could not see behind her but she heard the hissing of the flame as it ran along the fuse. And suddenly the exploded in her nether holes. Her crotch was enveloped with fire whose tongues were licking her lower belly and buttocks. The pain was stronger than she was expecting and she howled in utter agony. Animal panic took up her mind and her hands rushed between her legs to stop the heat from devouring her insides. Of course, it was stupid and hopeless and she only succeeded in burning her hands. Her body was bucking hard as she tried to break the cage open. Meanwhile, the heat was burning her thighs and her already charred feet.

At last she forced herself to think and the litany she had repeated earlier came back to her scared mind: right-right-left. Mechanically, her hand found the knob and turned it in the correct sequence. There was a click and she felt the pressure on her back loosening as the top of the cage was slightly lifted.

She straightened herself, pushing the grate to the vertical and jumped out of the cage as if she could escape the raging flames. But of course, they were following her, covering her inner thighs and buttocks with hideous blisters. She took a half-second to recover her bearings. Half of her mind was still fighting terror. Her instinct was ordering her to roll on the floor while slapping her crotch with her hands but part of her mind knew that this would be useless, and even deadly. Her only chance of survival was to reach the pool.

When the flames leaped high and the unbearable, torrid pain hit her most sensitive parts Colette was the first to react. Her nail-scarce fingers reached for the knob in front of her as if she were not licked by angry, smoky flames originating from her own cunt and ass, and like a machine she moved her wrists once, twice, thrice. The cage's door opened and the purple-haired, big-breasted girl pushed herself out of the cage with her arms and legs. The flames licked her torso, they immediately began to scorch her fatty breasts, and the pretty faced girl began to scream, letting out a sharp shriek as she jumped on her already burnt feet. The pain was bad, worse than anything she had ever felt, she knew that her reproductive organs were being roasted and literally melted within her body, but the suddenly arriving adrenaline dose somehow made her face that obvious horror without losing any time. With wide open, screaming mouth, wide open terror radiating eyes she began to run towards the other end of the dim corridor, the flesh eating fire-fingers were dancing around her waist as if she were wearing some kind of extreme skirt from a futuristic Sci-Fi movie.

Shinju saw the torch-lit corridor. Colette was already running toward it. She had been smarter and had managed to get out of her cage earlier. But she was limping badly and Shinju could still hope to catch up with her.

Davorka's world exploded as soon as the flames bit into her most sensitive areas, and the weak-willed girl did not even try to open the cage. Her continual screams reached a higher level, a really horrific sonata of pain filled the cave. No matter how loud the other elven slaves were screaming, Davorka managed to suppress their voice with her truly ear-shattering siren shrieks. She started to thrash wildly, stretched her limbs against the grated walls of the cage, desperately bounced her body making her cage leap together with her, but since the door stayed close there was nothing she could do.

"Aaaaooooohhhhhhhhhhh! Buuuuuuuurrrnnnn! Hoooooooooooot!" she screamed loud and long as her long hair set alight and within a second her head was burning with smoky flames just like her whole body, because the flames fuelled by the tar inside her sizzling holes surrounded as if her whole torso was made of live fire.

Jenny did not believe the pain she felt when her cunt began to emit the searing fire. Her vagina and womb melted immediately and she felt how the flames actually farted out of her ass and licked along her stooping back. During her career as a porn actress, she had been fucked by hundreds of cocks of all sizes and shapes, she had inserted hundreds of dildos into her orifices and the previous tricky teeter's ass stretching rubber cock had also been an extraordinary experience,  but having her ass burst into flames was something as if all the pain she had ever felt in her holes attacked her at the same time. Her pitiful and terror-filled screams joined the other girls' cacophonous concerto. Even though a few seconds later but just like her neighbour Jenny also had to face the horror of having her hair set alight just as the flames from between her legs reached her face and scorched the pretty cheeks, but unlike Davorka Jenny's desperately grasping fingers somehow found the knob and somehow managed to apply the right sequence until the door sprung open. 

The flaming-hair ex porn-slut crawled out of her cage, watching the angrily burning asses of the Asian girl a few meters ahead of her, and the similarly wiggling and blistering fire surrounded ass of another woman. Unfortunately for Jenny she neither had the time nor the sense to monitor those obviously pain hit asses, since her own legs also began to move and with a pretty flame crown above her head Jenny ran after the others.

Shinju could not help herself from screaming an inhuman agony shriek as she was running like a mad woman, the wind of the run activating the flames. They were now licking her entire torso, causing blisters to pop on her belly and the underside of her bouncing breasts. She was scarcely able to keep her eyes focused on her target in the shimmering hot air that was surrounding her. All she knew was that she had to run, run fast, run faster than that purple-haired girl that was running in front of her.

With that in mind, she was progressively gaining on her. She reached her just as they entered the torch-lit tunnel. Shinju's martial-art training came to her help. Her long-trained moves surfaced above her panic-stricken emotions and in quick, deadly, circular kick, she destroyed Colette's left knee just as she was going to rest her weight upon it at the end of a stride.

Hard to decide whether having a knee suddenly broken from behind could deepen the misery of a human being whose bowels and sexual organs were burning from inside, the heavily used French woman's screams did not change in intensity at all as she fell onto the wet rock ground. As she was running in full fling the energy of the movement made her turn around on the ground multiple times, she was rolling like a crash test dummy with limbs pointing into every direction while the fires in her orifices were sputtering sparks.

One long desperate, hoarse scream roaring NO! flew in the air as the richly breasted girl finally stopped, her broken leg was bent in a totally unnatural angle away from her writhing body. Colette was heavily shaking laying face up, she was bucking her back like a madwoman and desperately tried to snuff the flames which vigorously reached upwards, burning the clawing fingers and roasting the insides of the purple slave.

Back at the cages similar horrors were entertaining those Ashagen citizens who decided to switch to the Tricky Teeter Hall's channel, the overmuch skinny Davorka's whole body seemed to be burning inside the cage. In fact only her holes and hair were flaming but being bent in half and stuffed into such a small place made the flames reaching out from different gaps, from under her armpits, they were burning her face. Her tentacle like limbs were violently hit the grids again and again, she turned her awful face upwards totally facing into one of the cameras above her, like showing off her charring skin and two giant blisters covering her cheeks, her widely open beastly screaming mouth and her bloodshot, rolling, mad eyes.

Her charring, long fingers reached through the grids of the cage, she grabbed them and used all the force in her dying body she tried to burst the metal box, in vain of course. Her body just as the top of her head engulfed in flames, the angry smoking fire licked along her face, and as she screamed one of her eyes suddenly popped open like an overblown mini balloon. Terror and inhuman agony sparkled from the other, then a moment later the girl's writhing stopped, her head fell back and her fingers went limp. For some tastes Davorka's death was too easy and fast, but seemingly her heart gave up the fight and decided to stop.

Unlike Jenny's. Hers was very much beating and was pushing the burning porn slut forward. She wasn't able to fully perceive the happenings in front of her, but she did realise that one of her competitors had fallen when she passed the screeching Colette. And to her surprise suddenly the small Asian woman was right in front of her, seemingly slowed down after that maneuver that had granted her the first place. It could have been hideous to see how flames were bursting out from the little girl's gaping ass and licking up her back, but the pain by her own fires made Jenny not to think of such things. The pool was getting closer, and there was only one hurdle she had to overcome. So from behind, hair and cunt ablaze, the porn actress Jenny assaulted her Asian enemy.

In spite of the atrocious pain in her anus and thighs, Shinju had smiled when she had seen Colette tumbling on the ground. The way to the pool was now open. In a short time she could dive into it and extinguish the fire that was consuming her from within. She did not notice that Jenny had managed to come right behind her. Suddenly she felt a heavy weight shove her forward and downward as the porn actress jumped upon her back, grabbing her shoulders to try and make her trip and fall.

Shinju almost fell. Her legs flexed, she stumbled a bit, but then she managed to stay upright. Still she was kind of carrying Jenny who would not let go of her. She had to get rid of her once for all. The Asian girl suddenly crouched down, bracing on all fours while stopping her course. As expected Jenny flew over her. Shinju grabbed her  burning hair on the way so that the actress rotated in the air and landed hard on her back with her head just in front of Shinju.

Even Jenny’s hair burnt her fingers but with a mad smile on her face, the Asian girl made a short leap forward, as if she wanted to sit on the face of her enemy. It was worse than sitting though. The erupting volcano she had between her legs spat its flames all over Jenny's face, roasting her skin, burning her eyes and  completely burning down all her remaining hairs. Satisfied of the outcome and urging to reach the pool, Shinju started running again as fast as she could.

As Jenny’s face became visible after Shinju left cameras zoomed on her to show the ugly truth. The once so cute face of   the  English chick became a horrible skull with angry red, bleeding blisters and spots were the tar smeared across her  cheeks was still flaming. This ugly black and red mask was gaping in  pain and her body and  ablazed crotch was dancing wildly on the floor. Not too much human beings were ever smothered by a pussy what was emitting angry flames like the jaws of a furious dragon, but Jenny became one of those few. Still, the totally crippled wreck somehow managed to stagger back to her feet and headed towards the pool, slowly and in obvious agony.

For poor Colette with her hideously broken leg such luxury was not given. She stayed on the ground, screamed and buckled, desperately tried to snuff flames out, she reached inside her own sizzling cunt totally ignoring the flames burning her fingers, she actually tried to scoop out the half-melted hot substance, but that was like stuck against her vaginal wall and kept on burning deeper and deeper into her lower abdomen. Collette’s screams were beyond being human, she was squealing like a pig continually.

Running like a rocket with flames and smoke bursting from her crotch, Shinju at last reached the lake. She made a few steps in the icy water, splashing droplets all around, those that met the flames hissing into vapour. With a last powerful jump she threw herself butt first into the water, extinguishing the flames immediately. The water cooled down her blistered thighs and belly. The pain subsided quickly, replaced by the dull ache where her skin had been scorched by the flames.

She looked at her body under the water. Her skin was ruined from her knees to her lower ribs, covered with red blisters, or charred. She doubted she would ever seduce a man again, and her vagina was destroyed anyway.

The totally bald Jenny whose hair was history just as her facial beauty finally got close to the lake. Her cunt was still burning so the flames were still licking her abdomen and the lower half of her breasts, but she was beyond that point to feel or being concerned about that. Her face was a charred skull that had lost half of its skin revealing the blackened bones here and there, while the still intact flesh was reddened and covered with pus-oozing blisters. She was obviously out of porn business for a lifetime unless she could get a role in a horror freak show niche porn. Jenny was in the state she did not even realize what Shinju was doing in the water, all she knew was that she needed to reach that small lake in vain hope to be relieved from that overall, most horrible pain that was  munching away  the last bits of her sanity.  With her sweaty, smelling, burning body she stammered closer but suddenly and orc blocked her way with a long spear in his hands.

“Back, cunt! The water is only for the winner!” he stated and aimed his weapon at Jenny. The girl did not really perceive what was told, she saw only the  cool water and tried to step forward. The spear drew a circle in the air and its shaft hit her trembling legs, immediately making the porn actress fall. The girl screamed and attempted to crawl forward on all fours, but another hit arrived this time knocking against her chin.

“Let me gooo! Let me goooo!” she screamed in utter agony and got back to her feet, the fire burning inside her orifices began to melt her internal tissues and it was as if she had a glowing bulb inside her stomach, the red glimmer somehow shone through her crotch. The girl gave up her fight for the water, two orcs were standing above her and watched her struggles as first a small hole appeared a few inches above her  clitoris on her belly. It was opening slowly and was hardly visible since the flames outside were still licking around that area, but she had rolled onto her back and desperately began to slap her own cunt with bare hands the flame aimed towards the ceiling, somewhat cleaning the vision to her lower abdomen. 

The fire burning inside found its way out, through the melting and bubbling, melted fat fuelled hole first smoke began to rise like she had a chimney between her slit and belly button, that the first flames reached for the ceiling. The burning tar literally burnt through her vaginal wall! Jenny’s once pretty but now horror face even more contorted in the brutal agony, she screamed and screamed long and loud, her belly was bucking wildly, she sank her  remaining nails into her own flesh, into the burning hole in vain attempt to ease the pain somehow.

Finally she shrieked one last time, raised her flaming ass high in the air like offering her charred cunt to the orcs for a vicious fucking, her mouth remained wide open, the flames through the hole in her crotch rose higher than ever before, then she fell back, totally motionless, totally silent. Another slave had gave up her fight  in Ashagen.

And death was reaping hastily in this night. The broken legged Colette’s fate was sealed too, since she experienced something very similar. As the tar was burning and methodically destroyed everything inside, her vaginal wall, her womb and ovaries so her struggles were weakening. She wasn’t screaming anymore just whining on high pitched voice, the terrible heat melted her lower orifices and opened them into one. Her beautiful face was a mask of agony as the terrible execution never seemed to stop, but finally her own body proved to be merciful. She raised her head one more time, cried and gaped, then those dreamy eyes rolled back into her skull and the French busty beauty  died finally.

“Fish out the slant-eyed cunt and send her to the tunnels, this isn’t a spa or something, she bathed enough..” one of the orcs commanded and others headed to the pool with Shinju in it.

Chapter XXXIV - Climbing for their lives

Aurelia could not see. The darkness was total. Carefully she progressed, feeling the walls and ceiling with her hands and scanning the floor with her feet before each step. They could well have placed traps... After a few steps she reached what looked like the end of the corridor. It took her some time to realise it was not. What looked like an irregular wall in front of her was actually a very steep slopes.

As there did not seem to be any other way she began to climb the slippery stones. In the total darkness it was not an easy task and it was even potentially dangerous. She had to assess the safety of each hold by touch only. Still Aurelia was a gifted climber and she was used to rely on her touch alone. As she moved up the slope her mind built a mental landscape, based on what her fingers and toes told her. She had to take constant care not to slide on the wet stones. Her breasts kept brushing against the cold rock and it was not an agreeable feeling.

Finally she reached the top of the steep rocky tunnel. Under normal circumstances this could not be an issue for any healthy, grown-up human. The slippery rocks were not easy to climb but it was not  risky or too difficult either. However at this stage of the sick Elven Adventure all arriving slaves had their feet burnt, most probably lost multiple nails from their hands, and these cumulated effects had to make the climbing very challenging. Not for Aurelia however, she also suffered a lot but none of the mentioned injuries pulled her back. On the top of the slone the tunnel  branched again, three identical byways lead into the uncertain darkness, and the exhausted Red Elf chose one without too much consideration.

She felt like floundering for hours in total darkness then, after the intersection  no light helped her hideous way, she had to use her hands fingering the rock walls around, had to use her soles to feel the small pools of water and the sometimes  sharp stones, she even hardly hit her head ones when failed to espy the hanging stalactite blocking the path’s upper half. In reality however her blind progress lasted less than a quarter hour, when she finally perceived looming light what finally strengthen to seeable brightness. The place she had arrived was again a large hall but not horizontally, it was like a wide cave chimney leading upwards, throughout its entire height enlightened by fake torches.  She felt like  standing at the bottom a scarp, precipitous enough for making any climbing attempt almost impossible. At the same time she realized some other, less natural accessories being part of the scenery, and from that Aurelia soon enough realized that no classical climbing was intended for trying.

First of all there were two rope pairs close to each other hanging from pulleys built into the ceiling of the cave, the ropes were swinging slightly in the weak breeze that made the place even colder than usual.  The rope pairs were actually the two ends of the same ropes passing through the pulleys, and one end of every pair was divided into two  thinner strands. The second most ugly part however was attached at the double strands, both endings had one curved, shiny metal hooks  which  curve’s diameter was around 8 centimeters, and the hooks itself were as thick as a child’s finger. Their tips was pointed of course and seemingly sharp like hell. Aurelia saw red spots here and there on the metal and the strands where the hooks joint them were soaking wet and blackened, the stench of dried blood wafted in the air. But the ugliest part of the setup was those bed of nails right under the ropes, containing very densely, upwards standing needles around 20 centimeters long and thin like pencils. The beds were square-shaped, around two meters  per side and were heavily covered in gore.

All these details were measured in moments by her experienced spy eyes, since she immediately placed herself into fight mode when she saw a figure, another slave, standing only 10 meters away from her. Her rival was an exotic looking woman, probably Arabian or Indian based on her facial features, darker skin, very dark eyes and long eyelashes. She was masked to be a blue elf and her large eyes were staring back to Aurelia with fear, though the redhead also saw the spirit and ability for fighting. Whoever made it so far in the depraved Elven Adventure needed to have a fighter’s heart. The woman was somewhat smaller than Aurelia but she was seemingly very well trained, not a single spot of her body had any fat on it except her large, but despite that firmly standing breasts. Her body was lean and her muscles were bulging under her skin like she had the musculature of an athlete.

Nilasha looked back at the newly arrived woman. Her opponents was just as perfect physically as herself, she had to be either a professional sportswoman or was trained for a long time for this insane game. But unlike herself the Red  didn’t clutch pliers and even if she had extracted nails those were not visible. Nilasha took a firm grip on her pliers and closed her other hand around the 5 nails she was holding. She also lost two nails at the disgusting footjob competition but managed to convince her opponent to rip the nails of her little fingers on both hands, losing the less capability for further fight, though for this she had to sacrifice one nail from her own stock. But she could still fight, grab and hold steadily, and apart from the burn blisters around her lips and her badly, but not too badly burnt soles she was in good condition, despite her ruptured asshole and slightly charred urethra. Herself was a regional karate champion  and also had good results in triathlon, even at age 28 with two children at home she was still in perfect shape and condition, and lived a happy life before she was abducted while crossing the country after returning home from a competition.  The newcomer seemed to be very challenging and only from her body language Nilasha could tell, that the other was ready to fight. Though she already knew there no catfight could happen. The sick bastards ruling the place had other plans.

“Easy, sluts!” somebody says, tough male voice arrived to them from the darkness around. “No fighting like usual, this is going to be a special sort of trial. You either follow the rules or will be neutralized and transferred directly to the loser section of this game. So no aggression but attention, you can practise your deviant tendencies soon enough. First of all, stay where you are, Red bitch, step back two steps... yes, that’s it. The very position you hold will be your starting point. When I give you the sign you run to one of the ropes, ignoring each other. After your arrival the real fun begins. Try not to hurt your soles on the nails, later you may need your running ability. You position yourselves under the ropes, then use the hooks to link yourself to the ropes. Through your tits. One hook, one tit, so simple. And cunts, take this seriously. Better for you to drive the hooks as deep inside your meat as possible, for your own sake, no scratching under the skin insertions. Of course this is up to you, but the deeper the hooks embedded in your whore tits more likely you can accomplish what will come. Because after the hooks are in you will grab the other rope and begin to pull. Yes, sexy pussyelves, you have to pull yourself up by your boobies. Rather painful I can tell, but hey, this is a torture game after all. If you look up you can see that rock ledge around 15 meters above. The one who first reach that is the winner, our guys up there will help you the step and being released," he explained and even groaned sometimes like he was in sexual excitement. 

"There can be only one, naturally. And don't forget, once both of you are in the air you are free to finally interact with each other, any way you wish. Let me make this clear. The higher you are the more likely a fall means you kill yourself on the the nails. Otherwise you can try multiple times, unless the other wins. Whoever wins can proceed further. But the loser... well, girls, I don't want to take the point out of the joke, but you already know us. Believe me, you don't want to be the loser. If you have any questions just keep them for yourselves, start on my mark. So ready, steady... hey hey, blue bitch, fucking step back, yeah, that's it. You know, some of you has such an extremely deep ass." the male voice kept on mocking as it referred to Nilasha's recently performed preparation. The karate champion, right after the nature of the next competition was clarified, began to stuff her pliers into her gaping and slightly scorched asshole and pushed them in as deep as she could, totally hiding the rather large tool away. The nails she pushed deep into her shaved pussy, freeing both her hands.

Aurelie contemplated the new "game" with horror. This was going to hurt like hell and surely that would also ruin her breasts forever. Automatically she had brought her hands to her proud boobs in a defensive action.

"Okay sluts, let's try again. So here we go: Ready, steady... GO!"

Nilasha launched herself split seconds before the GO sounded, but it seemed they were not to restart, Elven Adventure was not exactly a fair game. The lean woman reached the edge of bed of nails after a few seconds, then her difficulties started. She, just like her opponent, had to reach the rope in the middle without hurting herself too much. Fortunately after her victories she had already pumped herself with some painkillers, and those proved to be rather effective in fact, so pain was the smaller issue, but she was smart enough to entirely understand that her future performance would be heavily affected if getting her soles even more wounded. The blisters were enough, didn't need bleeding wounds. She raised a foot, pointed her blue painted toes and carefully tried to step between the nails. For a regular woman this could be an unworkable attempt, but Nishala's body was flexible, her joint were strong and lithesome, so she managed not only to find a place for her tiptoes but even could apply her weight on those toes she could start to step inside with her other foot as well. It was like a very slow but fluid ballet performance, she felt how the pliers in her ass pushed against the sensitive wall of her intestines. She realized that dropping the pliers could have been a much better solution, easy to buy new ones for only two nails, but there was no time to change anything, because the Red Elf next to her also had reached the bed of nails.

Aurelia had never been a ballet dancer however she had trained her feet and toes to be hard as steel to make her kicks more devastating. Standing on them was another matter entirely, a skill she had to get on the job. As she tip-toed across the spikes her main focus was on avoiding to lose her balance and crash on them. She learned fast enough and managed to reach the hooks shortly after her opponent.

The hooks looked even uglier and larger from here. She knew she had to pierce them through the sensitive flesh of her breasts and that sent shivers down her spine. Two metres away her opponent was already doing it so she had no time to lose.

She took hold of the first hook and brought its tip under her right breast, right against her torso. The last thing she wanted was her flesh to be torn apart by the hook, so the deepest and the closest from her chest would provide the most secure grip, even it might also be the most painful. Clenching her eyes shut, she pushed on the hook. Fortunately it was very sharp and it easily punctured her skin. That was the easy part. When she began to push the steel through her mammary glands the pain skyrocketed and Aurelia could not prevent a moan of agony from escaping her clenched teeth. She could not believe she was doing this to herself. Still she continued to push the hook until it was fully embedded into her flesh.

Aurelia allowed herself a couple of breaths before repeating the operation on her left-hand breast, transfixing it with the second hook. Once done, she realised that merely breathing was already painful as it made the hooks move inside her flesh. She could not imagine what it would feel like when she would be hanging by them.

But only one quick glimpse aside was enough to understand that it was not the time to worry about anything else but climbing. Nilasha was heavily crying and even heaved, pouring some bile onto her freshly pierced and grotesquely hooked tits, but she accomplished the perverted act and she was ready to climb. 

“Ohhh.. noooo… bastards!” the exotic woman cried as blood dripped from the underside wounds from both of her tits, she grabbed the free hanging rope so hard that her knuckles turned white, and then began to pull herself. Horrible scream accompanied her attempt and immediately fell back, though only just a few inches, still it was enough that one of the spikes pierced through her heel and scratched the women’s heel-bone, making her scream again.

Aurelia was not yet ready to pull herself by her tits when she saw her opponent begin to move up. She saw how the hook stretched the holes, how painful it had to be, the destruction they had to cause in the delicate mammary flesh. That sight disgusted her even more. However, when she saw Nilasha falling back onto the nail bed did she emerged out of her shock. She had to do it!

Still grasping the rope Nilasha tugged on it immediately pulling her breasts up until her pierced foot left the ground leaving the beautiful karate fighter hanging in mid air. Nilasha changed her grip and pulled again, it was like her chest was about to tear from her body, her luscious breasts pulled up and stretched, longitudinal wrinkles appeared drawn from the breasts’ roots towards the spots where the hook entered and left her mammaries.

“Animals, sick bastards, animals!” she shouted and pulled again, lifting her body with another half a meter up. Blood was dripping onto her kicking feet and curling toes, she was hurling curses as changed and pulled again, her body began to swing from side to side.

Aurelia was not ready to mutilate her mammaries in such a way, but she had imagined a way to go round it. She got as high as she could on her toes and then pulled on the ropes so as to get some slack. Then she wrapped each rope once around the base of her breasts. Strangling her breasts would hurt like hell, she was sure, but it would cause much less damage.

As she completed her self bondage she looked up and saw that Nilasha had progressed. Her feet were about level with the Secret Agent's head. This was a bad position to be as the two opponents were close enough to kick at each other. Aurelia decided it was better to start now and try to hoist herself fast enough to get her head at Nilasha's waist level before the karate girl realised it.

After a deep breath, she grasped the rope and hoisted herself up. As soon as the rope took her full weight they sunk into the tender flesh of her breasts, strangling them, rendering them as taut and shiny as apples. The pain was excruciating and for a moment Aurelia thought she was going to faint. She knew however that the least moment of weakness would precipitate her on the waiting nails and she gritted her teeth and kept her fist clenched around her lifeline. Hand over hand she lifted herself, breathing in very short gasps, keeping her eyes locked on her opponent in case she would try to attack her.

The pain that Nilasha felt was so sharp and horrible that tears overflowed her eyes and she could hardly realize what was going on just right under her. Her fingers cramped from the force she applied to keep her hold on the rope so she had to stop for valuable seconds, crying, sweating, heavily. Then she tugged again and pulled herself, blood leaked from the holes stuffed by the hooks again, her remarkable breasts disfigured grotesquely, they were  not made for such stress. The agonized climbing made her body swing even more and Nilasha was sure she heard cracking noise from inside her tits, like the soft milk glands and fatty tissues were tearing, and since that disgusting noise was accompanied by horribly pulsing pain the woman understood that her perception was not really not far away from the raw reality. That was the point when her involuntarily kicking feet touched something. She kicked her opponent’s body! Yes, she wasn’t alone in this, but there could be only one.

Nilasha let the rope snake around her wrist securing her position more steady, she grinned her teeth and while fighting with the overwhelming nausea and pain second time kicked out while aiming, even risked a glimpse to the side and down, attempting to land a kick onto the Red Elf’s torso. If she was good in something then it was her leg technique, she was famous in her dojo for being able to tear wooden planks with her  kicks, at least when she had a good day, she twisted her ankle until her instep was facing towards the busty enemy and launched the kick with all her might.

Aurelia caught Nilasha's glance down and she knew she was going to attack. Still, there was nothing she could do to protect herself. Her legs were too low to be useful and her hands needed to remain on the rope. As her opponent twisted her body to face her she too tried to twist away from her. It was not something easy, precise or fast. At the same time she tried to increase her climbing speed, which was the only way she could really protect her torso.

She caught the kick into the side of her right breast. Even though it was a glancing blow, it felt like her strangled boob was going to explode under the impact. It sent Aurelia swinging and spinning madly. The pain almost made her faint. Her vision darkened and tunnelled, she felt dizzy. For a moment she could do nothing but clench her fingers on the rope and wait for the dazzle to come off while she spun and swung around along a crazy trajectory. She knew that, at this height, a fall would mean severe wounds on the spikes and maybe some broken bones. It would mean the end of the adventure for her, and probably the end of her life at the same time.

Hissing through her teeth, she held fast to the rope, all her energy concentrated into her fingers, hoping Nilasha would not find another opportunity to kick her, counting upon her mad spinning to save her from another well-aimed kick. And then, as soon as her vision cleared a bit, she started climbing up again, as fast as she could. She had to get her breasts and belly out of the attack zone of her opponent's legs.

The kick was successful landed on the enemy’s stretched breast and Nilasha felt that the power was also fairly delivered to the Red elf, the other woman’s crazy spinning proved that fact better than  anything else. Such a kick in one’s udder should had been devastating, it was meant to bruise tissues, tear skin and flesh and was hoped to be decisive, but somehow the athletic Red Elf managed to keep her grip and stay on the rope. And that was profusely annoying. The Blue painted women moaned from the depths of her throat in both anguish and ire while she had to stop her own swinging that was triggered by the counter effect of the kick. And swinging wasn’t a pleasant experience if a women is performing that waltz suspended by sharp metal in her breasts, every single nerve ending in her mammary were screaming individually and more horrible, cracking noises left the innards of her fatty tissues like more and more glands torn and smashed into pulp inside her flesh.

She wanted to stop somehow the swinging but it was out of her control therefore had to wait until it somewhat decayed by itself, stars were flashing in front of her eyes and Nilasha had to fight hard not to lose her consciousness. It took a while, hours for her though less than a minute when her amplitude reached the level where she could start to climb again. And then she realized something. Despite her powerful kick, despite her self-torturing effort to toss the Red Elf into oblivion the still spinning bitch was climbing and had just reached almost the same level as her! And that was bad, very bad news. Nilasha screeched and clenched her teeth, she had to climb higher.

Her overly sexual perfectly shaped body tensed in pain and effort as she pulled on the rope that lifted her higher by her horribly stretched breasts, blue spots began to spread all around the surface of the once so glorious tits as the crazy stretching and internal damages opened more and more bleeding under her silky skin. She raised her head and looked into the eye of the still spinning Red Elf from close distance. The eyes of the two tortured fighters locked for a split second, short time but was enough to make both of the understand; this was war without mercy or regrets.

Somehow Aurelia had recovered faster than her opponent, which had allowed her to gain over her and reach her level. The two suffering girls kept bouncing and spinning around each other, their ropes entangled together. When their eyes met it was clear to Aurelia that she had no pity to expect from the Blue Elf. It was a kill or die struggle.

Continuing on her momentum, Aurelia managed to climb higher by a few fistfuls. While climbing she kept shouldering or headbutting her opponent to keep her spinning and bouncing to prevent her from landing another attack. Doing so she was too spinning, but not as much, or at least, with less control. Aurelia's fear was that the karate girl could bite her breasts or hit them in  some way. They were already throbbing so much from the previous kick that she felt than another blow would make her faint.

Thus she climbed as fast as she could, ignoring the havoc her jerking and yanking caused to her horribly stretched boobs. She measured the relative altitude constantly and when she felt she had reached the proper height, she suddenly contracted her abs and curled her legs upwards, trying to bring her thighs on each side of her opponent's head and lock her ankles behind it. She doubted the girl would be able to support both her own and Aurelia's weight for very long.

No matter how passionately Nilasha was climbing for her life she got clearly dropped behind. the breasts tearing pain was profuse that bright flashlights were dancing in front of her eyes and the Red Elf was somehow still faster. She looped the ropes around her breasts! Despite the crazy spinning this tiny detail somehow found its way into her narrowed mind when their chests were around the same level, and it was really a frustrating realization. The damned Red bitch was much smarter than her and that little trick obviously significantly decreased the agony that led to faster pace. Whining moans let her dry throat but there was few she could do, she tried to attack with her legs but her weak kicks slipped off from the legs of the other, she tried to aim a bite at any part of the Red but without any result and her deadly enemy got higher, she could see the spinning though undoubtedly very shapely and muscular ass slowly reaching the level of her eyes.

Nilasha cursed and tried to fasten the pace of her climbing when the totally unexpected attack reached her. the Red was so fast she could not imagine her attempting close fight, but she did, and suddenly she found herself facing a smoothly shaved cunt that was heavily decorated with heavy iron rings and was full of red blisters most probably caused by dozens of bug bites. The thighs belonging to that cunt closed on both sides of her hand and she suddenly felt such a squeezing force like her head was grabbed by the jaws of a vice, those thighs were extremely strong and no fat only pure, bulging muscles were rippling under the red, sweating and blistered skin. The wrestling attack stopped their spinning with a sudden yank as hooks tore into aching breasts but Nilasha couldn't scream only whine right into the dirty vagina of the red elf.

When Aurelia closed her thighs around her opponent's neck she knew she had won. It was only a question of time now. She squeezed her legs as hard as she could, her interlocked ankles providing more purchase. At the same time she transferred some of her weight from her arms to Nilasha's shoulders, thus relieving some of the pain coming from her strangulated breasts and allowing her arms a bit of rest.

There was little Nilasha could do. her hands needed to hold the rope and even if she tried she couldn't bite into the cunt nor into the thighs as her head was in such a tight vice, black dots began to dance in front of her eyes and just to top her misery she realized how heavy pressure was pushing her down; the Red bitch enjoyed the relieve feeling of having big portion of her body weight held by Nilasha. The women in trouble knew she almost lost and had to take any risk to regain some slight chance. Her lean legs were desperately kicking below as she suddenly released the rope with one hand for a second keeping two bodies weight only by one grip, brought her freed hand to one of the pressuring thighs and then sank her sharp long nails into the sensitive skin very close to her own face.

Aurelia felt the karate girl's struggles between her thighs. She felt her panting breath, her sweat mixing with her own. She tried to follow her demise from the way she jerked. Suddenly she felt something clawing at her thigh and she moaned from the pain. Shortly after, Nilasha could not hold herself to the rope by one hand only and she grasped Aurelia's thighs with both hands, thus transferring her whole weight on the redhead spy. Eight nails sank into her thighs now, the Indian beauty missed her nails from her pinkie fingers but the other 8 were all long, at least a centimeter overgrowing from the tip of the fingers, they all were filed sharp and easily broke Aurelia's skin, penetrating into her flesh. Shiny blue nail plates drew crimson red blood but that pain, though uncomfortable, was nothing compared the main risk the Red Elf had to face.

Immediately, Aurelia's breasts had to support the double weight and the ropes strangled them tighter, making Aurelia scream out of agony. Her world darkened. Was she going to pass out? Was she going to fall on the deadly spikes along with her enemy? She immediately released her hold on Nilasha's neck and tried to shake her legs but every move was pure torture to her constricted boobs. She could see them stretched up to her face, ballooning, taut and purple. How long before they were torn from her chest? Nilasha clung to her thighs with both arms. The mixed sweat made the hold slippery but the Indian girl did not let go. In all probability, Aurelia would tire first because of the inhuman pain she felt in her breasts. Then they would both die, skewered on the waiting spikes.

In the midst of her agony, Aurelia envisioned a solution. She stopped struggling and instead let the rope slip between her hands, barely slowing her fall down. Nilasha screamed in terror when she realised they were falling. She was grabbing Aurelia's thighs even harder like it could stop their fall and since the grip of the thighs somewhat weakened she can finally scream freely. But even if her clawing nails spaded the surface of Aurelia's flesh and turned bloody chunks out; even if her screams were so loud that the air escaping from her lungs felt like the powerful venting of an air conditioner aimed right at Aurelia's pussy; none of her desperate actions spared her from what was coming. She met the spikes first and instantly Aurelia stopped her descent and freed her legs from the Indian girl's hug. At the moment of the impact when Nilasha's legs folded under her. They were at the same time cruelly pierced through by the nails and snapped im multiple places as her bones broke. Nilasha could not scream, her lower limbs destroyed in a moment and the horrible pain made her gaping silently, sickening crunches were heard as every little movement snapped those bones more and more places, her arms slid off from the thighs. Aurelia climbed on Nilasha's shoulders and head and then hoisted herself up by one metre to make sure she could not be reached by the deadly wounded woman.

There she stopped a moment to rest and calm her pounding heart. Her breasts were throbbing and seemed on the verge of exploding from the unbearable internal pressure. She looked down. Nilasha seemed to be so much lost in her pain that she did not even realize what Aurelia was doing. Horrible, short, low squeaking voices left her lips. God know how but she did not lose consciousness, she was probably pumped with some stimulant drugs. From above she was just like sitting there but both legs were sickeningly twisted in unnatural angles, seemed she had 2-3 knee-joints on both legs; nails were sticking out from the broken flesh in several spots. One sole was actually pointing towards Aurelia and the toes were wiggling in post-traumatic convulsions. After a short pause, Aurelia began to hoist herself again, deliberately, until she finally reached the pulley. Once there she swung herself over the top and lied down on her back for a moment, gathering her strength.

She saw many figures;brute orcs were standing nearby but as Aurelia was seemingly controlling her situation they did not come closer just were watching what she was about to do.

Eventually she stood up and delicately unwound the ropes from around her purple, deformed breasts. The ropes had dug deep in her flesh, narrowing the base of her breasts to a mere three inches diameter. Just pulling the ropes out of the flesh was incredibly painful. Next fresh blood rushed back into her poor mammaries, causing a maddening itching and pain. Once deprived of the rope support, the Agent's breasts drooped miserably, extending as far down as her navel and taking water drop shapes.

The worst was yet to come as the hooks were still firmly embedded in her glands. With infinite precautions, she slowly pulled the steel anchors out of her flesh, grimacing and gasping as she did. A dark blood flowed from the wounds and snaked down her torso.

Aurelia stood up, her legs trembling a bit. She had survived yet another challenge but at such a price. Her body would be totally ruined by the time she reached the end of that mad game. Yet she had to continue. She took the two hooks and used their sharp points to cut the ropes about 1.5 metre from them. This provided her with two dangerous weapons which she could lash at anybody trying to block her way. The orcs did not, they just stood calmly as the Red Elf fumbled into the dark tunnel in front of her with two hooks in her hands.

At the bottom of a chimney stalk

"Shall we take her to the losers' area? She does not look like able to do anything." one orc said and turned to his mate.

"Yep, this cunt is as good as dead. Not useful anymore." the other responded and with the tip of his boots poked the broken woman. Nilasha was still "sitting" on the top of the spikes with severely broken legs, hooks still puncturing her once so proud but finally horribly wrecked breasts. She did not have strength even for sobbing but was moaning pitifully, her voice was alternating between low voice squeaks and guttural groans. She hardly reacted to the poke, like she wasn't aware of the presence of the orcs, just stared into the darkness of the tunnel.

"Any other elves expected coming this way?"

The other orc picked a tablet from his pocket, a rather non-fantasy like behavior, and checked the little glowing screen. "No, next arrival is expected in around 25 minutes."

"That's enough, this cunt would not last that long. How to finish her off?"

"She is rather worn and dead-span. Let's just pour something on her."

"Acid? Or gas then lit it?"

"I ask her. Hey, cunt!" the orc stepped to Nilasha and bent closer to her suffering face. "How do you want to die? Melt or burn? Hey, elf, I'm talking to you. Fuck, this is totally out of her mind."

"Let's do with acid."

"Yeah, but that requires the chemical protective suits when we take the corpse away."

"That's okay, may some acid left between the spikes and the next cunt will be surprised why her toes are tickling."

"Haha, good point. Okay, let's bring the barrel." the orc said and as another rather non-orcish action he switched on his headset under his mask. "Boss, we have an emergency execution here. Make sure it's broadcasted. The cunt is called Nilasha, blue elf. Got it, thanks."

In a ward

Doctor Wesserling held his usual physician office visit and entered one of his favorite ward rooms. Since it was a special day, the day where all along the famous Elven Adventure was played everywhere in the hospital, even in the wards all screens were showing the official broadcast of the show. So was it in room 17. The elder doctor gleefully walked in the middle of the room and waved to the fours patients with a smile on his face. None of them returned his gesture. They just kept on moaning.

Four "beds" were in the room though these were beds without the surface for sleeping, looked like more bedframes with some waist support and the four females were fastened onto these contraptions. They could not wave even if wanted, their wrists were also tied. Their bodies were tilted in approximately 45 degrees, heads down while bottoms up. Some of them missed their legs partially or fully, they were selected from the junk after all. Funnels were placed into their mouths and fastened there by tapes. They were all alive and awake, their eyes were bulging (though two of them missed one eyes) but far not as much as their bellies, they all looked like 9-month pregnant. They were all totally naked and those oversized bellies were all totally tight, shiny and densely crossed by blue veins, like they were about to burst. Between their open legs their vaginas were exposed, all four of them heavily ruined though wounds mostly healed. Trash slaves. More importantly however their asses were more or less intact, and all four holes were plugged by seemingly wide metal plugs which were also fastened to their waists by chains, preventing them to slid out.

"How are you my darlings? I see all of you are still with me, that is awesome. After so many days of force-feeding and defecation denial your intestines are still holding on! Girls, I'm so proud of you, you are fantastic! You all must bear at least 10 or 12 kilos of pure excrement in your digestive system, I'm astonished." Wesserling jubilated then turned towards the screen from the half-dead, suffering slaves. He raised an eyebrow. The exotic woman of on the screen was too pretty to be killed just like that. She should had been transferred to the Mengerle Institute for some juicy and long lasting experiment.

But he had work to do. A tube that looked like taken from a vacuum cleaner was hanging from a big machine that was affixed to the wall. He brought it to the funnel of the first girl. The tube diameter was perfectly fitting in. The girl's eyes grew wide open and her nostrils flared. He pressed a button and the machine began to churn. The girl's face turned a deep red and tears came to her eyes.

Wesserling let the tube in for five seconds before pulling it out. The girl's mouth was filled with some fatty, tasteless, half-solid gooey. He took a baton that ended in a black rubber protrusion that was not without reminding of a dildo, except that its end was flat. It's diameter too was fitting the funnel's narrowest part. He pushed it in, shoving the food into the suffocating girl's oesophagus. Once there, her body automatisms gulped it down to her stomach, even though it was already awkwardly compressed up against her diaphragm, reducing her breaths to shallow gasps and even putting pressure on her very heart.

In the caves of the Elven Adventure

"This will wake her up." an orc grunted as they carried the heavy barrel to the dying Nilasha. They were on air so even the barrel had to be authentic, inside there was glass but from outside looked like an old, wooden wine runlet. In joint effort they raised the barrel high, the plug was already removed, positioned the opening over Nilasha's head.

"Careful do not let it splash on you, this is concentrated shit."

"I know, I know. Okay, pour it on three. One, two, three..."

At first it felt like she was splashed by water, her totally overloaded and agony filled mind even welcome the cold and refreshing sensation as liquid trickled down her head and wetted her shoulders. Deep inside Nilasha knew her body was broken beyond recovery and something was also recalled about the fact that in this place, though she did not really know where that place was, she could not expect help; death was inevitable. Still she moaned this time in a less horrifying manner as the cold water cleared her head and felt so good especially compared to the unbearable pain what was radiating from her fractured bones and torn breasts. But only a few seconds of minor relief was given to her. Then it started.

The water burnt her. Like it suddenly was boiled up to the point where it could eat itself into her skin, when it melted tissues and evaporated the leftovers. Her moan turned into most terrible screeches and a moment later white smoke began to rise. Her blue-painted hairs curled back and dissolved just as did her skin underneath, the drops flowing along her cheeks sank into her skin instead of just dripping further. Her shoulders began to shake wildly as the liquid began to boil right on her skin and the skin blistered then a second later disappeared in form of puffy cloudlets.

The acid spread across her still hooked and heavily deformed breasts, the bulging nipples bubbled as the sensitive skin and surrounding areolas melted together into one large blister. The acid burned off her eyebrows and eyelashes quickly and some drops leaked into her blood-shot terror filled eyes, scorched her retinas and formed spreading black dots eating away the white of her eyes. The smooth skin on her pretty face peeled off in smoking streaks, raw meat beneath became visible also smoking and bleeding, oozing pus as more and more acid attacked the living tissues. The protruding features of her face such as her nose and lips dissolved even faster, soon white bones appeared above her nostrils and the elegant full lips started to thin while burned and trembled.

Nilasha did not have the strength the scream but her squeals were just as horrible, she raised her hands and in total madness sank her blue painted nails into her cheeks peeling off the remnants of the skin and digging into her loosening flesh. Rest of her hair disappeared for now leaving only smoking and bloody raw flesh with spots of whitish scorching bones on the top of her head; her face turned into a horror movie’s screaming skull, one utterly hideous and still melting mask of terror. One of her eyes literally popped as the acid dig into the centre of her eyeball, burned fingertips clawed into the oozing eye socket.

Then the whining suddenly stopped and the mutilated woman collapsed, dead. Altogether the whole show wasn’t lasting longer than two minutes or so, but it’s brutality and cruelty was something remarkable even by Ashagen’s standards. Nilasha’s dead face and upper body continued its silent dissolving until the orcs returned and poured huge amount of water on the mutilated carcass. The show must have gone on and a new elves were about to arrive and climb for their lives.

Chapter XXXV - Squeeze it, baby!

The tunnel Aurelia took was again long and dark though not totally, the looming and hidden lights gave her enough brightness to see. It was continually rising so despite her perfect physical condition she had to exert herself, all the torments she went through had drained most of her energies. While in the beginning Aurelia was ready to fight the whole world after so many exhausting and cruel challenges she was hardly able to drag herself. Due to her training and Tyros’s special preparations she still had a lot of strength and endurance, but the inhuman cruelty she faced again and again took its toll.

She had lost her sense of time again, had no idea how long she was climbing in the dark tunnels when finally light indicated that she had arrived at another station. The cave hall was small and just like before it ended in a heavy iron door. Unlike before, however, this time some orcs were standing at the entrance with those “lightning wands” in their hands. In the beginning of the elven Adventure she was considered as a dangerous and respected warrior and the orcs handled her like potential risk. For now she was seen as an exhausted and mostly harmless slut elf and the brutes had enough courage to face her without complicated tricks and disarming procedures.

“Drop your hooks, cunt. Wear the shackles you find there, wrist to wrist, ankle to ankle. No tricks or we will fuck all of your holes with these babies. And you don’t want that. This time you will really need tight and strong pussy.” the speaker barked.

Aurelia looked at the orcs, and then at her hooks, and back at the orcs. Maybe she could kill them? She knew that normally she could do it, but now… Her breasts had swollen to double their normal size and were throbbing from the pain she had inflicted to herself. They were now drooping pendulously on her torso. She was tired, she was sick of the horrors she had gone through. She also knew what those nasty, sparkling spears could do. One touch and she would be a jerking, screaming, helpless body on the floor. It only needed that. She could probably get one by surprise but the second one would jolt her, and then that would be it and there would be more of the relentless jolts until she was totally exhausted. Maybe it was better to do what they said. She would have to do that challenge anyway…

With a sigh of disgust at her own cowardness she dropped the hooks. She then took the shackles and locked them on her ankles first. They were sturdy, heavy, with a short connecting chain. Then she did the same to her wrists, shackling them in front of her, making sure not to tighten them too much, just so that they looked snug but loose enough that she could squeeze her hands through if needed.

Once she was safely secured and surrounded by the orcs Aurelia was taken into the room of her next peril. Her opponent was already waiting for her, and the blonde girl seemed to be strangely familiar. Felt like it happened years ago. She was Joyce, the pretty and slim blonde girl who competed together with Aurelia in the Heavy Feet Race of the Arena before and she was the only one who could threaten her during that race and finally ended up at the second place. Joyce’s gaze clearly revealed that the blonde also recognized Aurelia, but otherwise they did not make any attempts to communicate. In this hellish place humanity or social interactions weren’t in game. Again they were just opponents, or even more enemies, whose life depended on whether they were able to defeat the other.

In an air conditioned modern apartment

“Look at this, guys! Our runaway little colleague is on air!” someone yelled in Russian.

"Fuck yeah, look at this bitch, she seeks for trouble."

"She is the trouble herself, so we can see Ms Trouble is being in distress."

"That makes no sense."

"I'm a bit tipsy."

"What the fuck you are talking about, assholes? She is competing in this shit since early morning!" Vlad, the somewhat handsome but at the same time really menacing faced Ukrainian agent barked to his team as he entered the living room from his private bedroom what he just called "Operative backoffice".

"Really? But they never showed her!"

"These fucking drugs and vodka rot your brains. This is an interactive broadcast, you can switch, follow sluts or places or events. You watch this shit for 12 hours now and haven't realized that?" the leader of the group asked in total disbelief. Mikhael, Sergei and Kolya were all indeed totally stoned, he had no idea his boys were so much lost.

Vlad spent his entire day in his room, which had its own bath and fridge filled with beer and food, enjoyed his time with that redhead American chick he just bought the day before on the Slave Market. The girl proved to be a really good fuck and she was browbeaten enough that she was willing to do literally anything to Vlad, especially since they were watching the sick but somehow still lovely and interesting Elven Adventure live show, and the Yankee slut was smart enough to understand being fucked in every orifices or swallowing loads of spunk was still thousands times better than doing what those unfortunate women were doing on the screen.

The guys out there also had their own girls but seemed both chicks were filled with drinks and drugs so utterly that they might have even perished at this time; the blonde Russian was laying in the middle of her own puke face down and seemed she wasn't breathing anymore, while the fat bottomed Black girl was put on the dining table nearby with an empty vodka bottle in her cunt, bile and vomit leaked from the corner of her mouth but her chest was rising and falling, though very weakly.

"And you even ruined your toys, fucking losers." Vlad grunted in disgruntled manner. He put a cigar between his lips, kick away a torn pillow and some beer bottle caps, swept an empty unfolded tin foil still having some dust of white powder on it from the corner of the sofa and sat down. His favorite contestant, the "old friend" Aurelia was about to start her next race, and despite his many orgasms lately this was still something Vlad wanted to see.

"Our colleague is on TV indeed." he murmured. The speaker bitch had just finished her introduction and Vlad could only caught "...see them how they face this challenge. Let the best elf win! Enjoy the show!"

Two women, Aurelia who had been humiliated twice by him and his team and a young, very luscious blonde were standing showing their backs to each other. The blonde's hair just as her nails were all painted to vivid ochre while Aurelia was more red than ever before, by having their appendages painted in such an intensive way the girls looked a bit like dolls, though both of them were visibly and heavily battered full of minor or medium level injuries, gaping scorched assholes, missing toes and fingernails here and there.

Both of them were standing on the very tip of their toes with slightly opened legs, with simple thin and unfixed wooden stumps under their stretching toes. They were actually hanged by their hairs which were interwoven into thick braids with large knots on the top so the glued rope had no chance to slid off. Aurelia's lush mane provided a perfect base for such a roping but the Ochre bitch's long wavy hair was also nicely fitting to this exercise. Vlad wondered what they did with bald women or short-haired ones, though a set of hooks inserted with expertise probably could lead to the same result.

Because the rather extensive pulling force of a large portion of their body weight already made their scalps stretching upwards, smoothing every wrinkles on their forehead and contorting their face by pulling their eyebrows and even their eyes upwards. On the top of this, both women were snarling widely like wolves about to attack showing off the rest of their healthy teeth. It was a must indeed since they both held smaller rag covered wooden logs between their teeth biting into to the softer fabric with tightened jaw muscles.

Chains were fastened to the middle of those logs and ran through some old-fashioned iron hoists placed much higher than the girls' face until their ends were heading down again. Both bitches "wore" something fastened to their chest by many leather straps surrounding their backs. These were like empty window frames, heavy wooden contraptions. The women's already pierced, blood spotted breasts were squeezed through some holes like the lower third of the contraptions were medieval stocks. Aurelia's udders looked like sick blue giant balloons; the yellow chick's tits were much smaller but equally squeezed and painfully bulging. On the top of the frames evil-looking and rather heavy skewed blades were glistening in the sinister lights. The blades also had two shiny and utterly pointed steel spikes facing down towards the swelling tits, their tips just a few inches above the upper surface of the taut balls of sensitive flesh. The chains ended in bolts attached to these blades which were visibly easy to drop led by the side rails of the frames. Vlad smiled. Mobile breast guillotines in a rather unusual usage. He did not really got what was the point in piercing the chicks’ breasts a split second before they were about to be chopped, but the trick was about to be revealed soon anyway.

Overall a smart idea indeed. But it wasn't over yet.

Some objects which seemed to be a relatively thin but very long dildos stuck out of both women's pussy at a tilted angle. The shaved cunts opened obscenely around the white dildos so they were as exposed as they could be. Chains were bolted to these dildos and were pulled through another set of hoists. The other end of the chains were dangling around 5 feet high with an anvil shaped weight at their end, that thing looked pretty heavy as they swung slowly back and forth. Under the hanging anvils Vlad easily recognized large plate-looking weight-sensitive switches. They looked old and really "fantasy-like", but at the end of the day they were just electronic devices that might trigger a landmine-like explosion or some other mischief.

After a second look he realized that from the mine plate towards the girls a thin channel was grooved into the ground and it was filled with some very dark, dense substance. Oil most probably, and it's purpose became clearly comprehensible once Vlad's eyes recognized those large, knee-high piles between the women's trembling legs. Tar-covered standing set of wood built to catch and feed fire with ease. Once the anvil was dropped it would generate enough sparks with the mine mechanism to light the oil that led the fire to these undoubtedly quick-burning tarred wood, so the bitch would have to face the roasting of her thighs and pussy if she could not keep her pussy clenched tight.

The girls were in a triple peril. Keeping their jaws tightly closed prevented them from having their breasts chopped. Keeping their cunts tightly closed prevented them from having their slits roasted. And finally keeping their balance on the wooden stumps (which looked really unstable and were slithering under the desperately clawing toes) prevented them from being hanged by their hairs, which possibly could lead to losing their scalps. Vlad grinned widely. It looked really diabolic.

The girls' hands on the same sides were chained together by short chains cuffed to their wrists. Their backs were only one foot away from each other and they could reach each other, but reaching their face was technically impossible and reaching their crotch required them pulling them the other elf's arms totally on their side.

"Here is a brief summary of the winning conditions, Ladies and Gentlemen. The one who first gets her pussy smoked, lovely breasts cut off and losing the balance and hanging by her hair loses, the other automatically wins and will be released. The loser will be left there until it ends. Our Elven beauties are free to fight with everything they have, their movements are a bit limited... but hey, concentration is the key. Come on girls, squeeze it baby!"

In the Elven Adventure Caves

Aurelia remained concentrated as she did not want to fall from those unstable pieces of wood under the ball of her feet. It was a meagre support but it was enough to make the pain in her scalp more bearable. Already, whenever she had to rest the cramps building in her calves and lowered herself just a bit, the traction on her hair increased one hundred times and would have made her grimacing had her face not being stretched so hard. It was not really a question of balance because she was braced by her scalp and by the breast stocks but rather a question of not moving her feet too much. All the while she also had to keep her teeth clenched around that thick log despite the heavy weight that wanted to yank it out of her mouth. Her masseters bulged and trembled under the strain while she drooled abundantly over her chin and bosom.

She drooled even more than normally because of the wooden marble that had been pushed down her throat, connected to a thin chain that was screwed to the bit. The chain and the marble irritated her throat, making her gag continuously and produce a lot of mucus, which bubbled from the corners of her mouth. She did not know exactly what the system was used for except that it was a kind of safety mechanism, a second chance, should she let the bit go.

Anyway, this was a battle of concentration and strength. The two girls were mostly competing against themselves, against their stamina and pain. How long would they resist until pain and fatigue made them trip? It seemed like they had three chances, three "lives"... but Aurelia wondered what would happen if she suddenly fell from the stumps. It would be hard not to yelp and let go off the bit and then with her breasts severed, would she be able to keep her hold on the dildo?

All those macabre ideas, all those fears whirled in the tired mind of the defeated Secret Agent as she struggled to keep calm and overlast her opponent.

The skinny blonde Joyce remembered vividly the time she had to compete against the red demoness in the Painbringer Arena. The Heavy Feet Race had been a true horror and despite all her efforts she had been unable to defeat the woman called Aurelia, she had almost drowned in a pool of melted fat and finally could make that race on the second place. It felt like that was years ago although in reality much less, maybe weeks or a month had passed, it was hard to tell for a slave in the hellish land of Ashagen. Since then she had gone through many horrors and just in the last days she had to fight against other slaves and had to defeat them in order to survive and get here, where she had to face the red fighter again. Though their first encounter wasn't successful from Joyce's perspective she did survive it and actually she deeply surprised herself she could make it so far throughout the Elven Adventure.

Her mouth was slightly burnt, her gaping and scorched asshole hurt just like her roasted urethra, she had had her breasts horribly impaled and during some encounters had to fight other girls so she had acquired many bruises here and there, but somehow she still made it mostly intact and alive. She did not even lose one single nail over the cruel games but had acquired many, which she had used to buy pain killers that easened her pain even though she was a bit tipsy as a result. Fortunately that even helped her, she knew her body was in a very uncomfortable position but the pain that she should have felt because of her scalp's stretching wasn't unbearable at all, the stumps under her agile toes were trembling but she hardly felt the exhaustion in her lower legs and in her archs, she knew her jaws were supposed to be pulses of agony after such a long and heavy pressure she had to keep in order to keep the wood in her mouth but that feeling also was not that bad, she felt like she could stand there for a while without extreme efforts.

Her cunt however was far not as tight and strong as it used to be before she was taken to Ashagen, she had gone through extreme and painful gang rapes many times since her arrival and now most of her concentration was focused on keeping that dildo between her puffy, elongated cuntlips which were stretched again and again while she had been used as a sex toy by brutal men and kinky women over the months. Standing there and knowing that the fate of her once beautiful, now bruised and perforated breasts depended on the wooden bit in her mouth did not even scare her anymore, a wooden ball tickled her tonsil but she had lost her gag reflex long time ago and aside from some natural drooling she could easily breath through her nostrils. But her cunt... that was hell of a game to keep it squeezed and deny the dildo from sliding out. The once so polite, normal and neat girl did not even realize she began to think of herself as a slut slave and began to call her own vagina as a cunt;she had heard these phrases so many times that her former life was like fading away in the fog of old and unimportant memories.

Slowly but surely she was transformed into a paintoy, a sex slave, a disposable Elven Cunt whose only function was to fight, suffer and die for the amusement of her masters. And now there she was, back to back with an old enemy of hers and only one of them could survive the horror. Joyce hoped she was going to be the one, because she wanted to have a quick death, not a long agony by losing her breasts and hanging by her hair while her cunt was roasting. There were much worse than that, but she could still imagine easier ways to go. All she had to do was to be patient, keeping that fucking dildo in her cunt and wait until the Redhead Elf gave up the fight.

Or what if she was to help her a bit? She was so close, she even felt once Aurelia's wrists chains scouring her ass. Joyce's fingernails were disgusting yellow but they were long and sharp, why not to test them on Aurelia's arse? Testing her possibilities she reached behind, more and more, and when she felt the balance was still okay she reached even further. The only thing she had to focus was the dildo, that huge but far too slippery rod was inside her love canal. One more centimeter, and she felt something warm and springy at her fingertips. An Elven ass. 'Fuck you, bitch, how about this?' she thought, wanted to shout but she had to spare her tits so did not open her mouth, instead simply spread her fingers and clawed into the warm flesh behind her.

Aurelia had been focusing all her mind onto the task of remaining still and balanced. She heard the wood stumps creaking under Joyce's feet and she felt that she was squirming. Herself she was doing her best to remain perfectly immobile to conserve her energy. Was this a sign that Joyce was tiring? How long before she collapsed? How long before she herself collapsed?

When Joyce clawed at her firm buttocks Aurelia was taken totally by surprise. That was not really painful, nothing compared to the pain throbbing in her strangled breasts, nothing compared to what she had gone through, but it took her aback. It wrecked her balance and, had she not been able to brace against the breast stocks, she would certainly have fallen from the stumps. However, doing so she transferred part of her weight to her breasts, causing herself tremendous agony.

The surprise and the sudden pain, allied to tiredness, got the better of her and for a brief, fateful moment she lost her concentration. A yelp escaped her mouth and with it the bit gag she had been clenching her teeth on. When she felt it pulled out of her mouth she desperately tried to bite it again but it was already too late and her teeth clacked on thin air. Her eyes grew wide with horror as she saw, like in slow motion, the piece of wood move up while the guillotine began its fall. At the same time she felt the marble move up along her throat and she just had the time to clench her teeth again, catching it before it left her mouth too.

The heavy angled blade slid down its rails with a sinistre sound, preceded by the long, thin skewers. Aurelia closed her eyes to avoid seeing her boobs cut from her torso. A sharp, intense pain exploded in her mammaries as they were transfixed by the spikes. The throbbing agony forced Aurelia's eyes open, although she managed to keep her teeth clenched around the chain even though she was screaming.

Immediately she realised that the blade had stopped a mere couple of centimetres above the breast stocks. Only the skewers had gone through her breasts. Their points emerged from their underside. But the blade itself was stopped, like a Damocles' sword, probably waiting for her to release the marble to continue their fall.

Joyce recognized that her underhand attack had been successful at least up to a point; she heard the yell, the sinister noise of how the blade scraped its frame, she felt the violent and obviously agonized trembling of the Red Elf. Still, the other managed to keep her balance and stood still on the stumps and there were no indications that the boobs were cut off; no uncontrolled lasting screams, no soft squelch of landing breasts on the ground. Fuck it, she needed to try harder! Fortunately it seemed that Aurelia was too busy with whatever was happening to her to return the attack so Joyce undoubtedly took the advantage.

Sharp yellow nails filed exactly for such actions reached towards the ass of Aurelia and 10 of them found a prey at the same time, five claws sank into the flesh of Aurelia’s buttocks at the same time. Unfortunately the Red elf was too far from Joyce to be able to apply any real power but her fingernails still could break skin and penetrate the soft fatty tissues between the skin and the muscles which granted such a great shape to Aurelia’s ass. Joyce felt warm sensation as blood dribbled onto her fingers and she almost laughed in satisfaction before she restrained herself from opening her jaws.

Still, this little distraction of her drugged mind proved to be enough to lose concentration for a split second and she desperately realized that the dildo in her cunt began to move, slowly but steadily, and slid at least an inch out before Joyce could gather enough strength to squeeze her vaginal muscles and stop the dildo’s motion. It felt so slippery, so fucking and unfairly wet! Joyce cursed all those people, Masters and Mistresses and fellow slaves who fucked her holes with cocks, dildos, plug, vibrators, fists or just rods of wood or iron; they all contributed to the loss of her ability to control her lower regions. 

Tears spilled from her eyes as she withdrew her bloody fingers and paid all her attention to keep her cunt tightly closed; another distraction like this and she could easily lose her dildo and evoke raging fire under her crotch.

The new attack somehow pulled Aurelia out of the shock the transfixion of her breasts had caused. She suddenly realised she was going to die if she did not act quickly. It was only a matter of time. The young spy had already survived too many ordeals to get killed now and here. Some of her past pride rushed back in her nerves. But what could she do? She could hardly move. Unless… A dangerous plan began to wake in her tired mind. It was risky but if it worked it would ensure a quick end of this cruel predicament.

Taking a last deep breath, she reached behind her as far as she could with her chained hands, found her opponent's arms and grabbed them. As she did that, her balance was utterly destroyed. The wobbly wooden cones she had been standing on tumbled over and suddenly all her weight was supported by her scalp, her breasts… and her arms. The pain exploded in both places and it felt as though the skin was going to be torn from her skull. However, she was able to relieve some of that pain by transferring as much of her weight on her opponent's arms. Meanwhile, her feet fumbled backwards as she tried to hook her legs around Joyce's so as to get yet more purchase and lift herself up.

As she necessarily parted her knees wide to perform this last-chance attack, she felt the dildo inside her begin to slide down and she had to collect all her inner strength to stop its descent. It was now protruding halfway out of her pussy. Thankfully, most of her clenching strength was located around the entrance to her sex so that she not lost too much gripping power. Still, her spread thigh had robbed her of some of it and she could feel the dildo sliding out very slowly despite all her efforts to keep it in.

She tightened her hold around her opponent's body as much as she could, using her hands, her nails and her legs, lifting herself. Every kilogram she got off her scalp was one added to Joyce'. Hopefully, the blonde's morale and strength would collapse before Aurelia's dildo fell out.

The red demon's attack was unexpected and filled Joyce’s heart with anger and desperation at the same time. Aurelia should already have lost her tits and screaming as she was hanging by her scalp and burning from beneath. Instead Aurelia wasn’t just standing still behind her after sharp fingernails were sank into those vulnerable ass-globes, but she actually attacked and that was an attack Joyce could not believe was possible. The moment when unfair weight rested on her arms Joyce eyes popped wide open but before she could do anything she felt that the pulling increased and a few seconds later legs hugged her own thighs. The pressure reached a brutal level and Joyce’s heart was filled with terror. She believed the action that her enemy performed should have been actually impossible but she should have known better; she should have remembered how athletic and agile Aurelia was last time they competed against each other.

 Aurelia’s strong fingers and claw-like fingernails cut the skin of her lower arms, the anaconda-like muscular legs squeezed her own legs and the weight that Joyce had to balance out doubled at least. Pitiful groans escaped from the depths of her throat, she shook her head in desperation. Blonde flocks whipped Aurelia’s nape but did not make her ease her grip. Joyce’s remaining strength was being drained at a horrible pace, every single second felt like an eternity. Joyce’s once luscious but by now badly burned and charred toes desperately tried to grip the spiked stump beneath them but the last blisters just popped as the double weight pressed them against the rough wood. The yellow polish on her toenails were mostly gone and were charred black instead, long agile toes trembled but could not stabilize the shaking of the girl’s entire body. The dildo in her cunt though stayed in place, the doubled efforts strangely made her vaginal muscles squeeze harder than ever. Of course all her muscles got cramped within seconds as she fought for her life.

 But it seemed she had lost that fight. She tried to hook the tip of her toes into the wood like she was trying to scratch the crust with her toenails, but instead of keeping her balance suddenly one big toenail was pried off as splinters slid underneath it. Most horrible moans and groans sounded from Joyce’s direction as she finally lost her balance and both her feet began to kick in mid-air, chanceless to ever find their footing again. Blood poured from the de-nailed toe and the slim blonde’s silky hair was stretched upwards, the skin on the top of her head hideously pinched on multiple places, brutally deforming the girl’s lovely face.

 Despite the pain and certainty that she was about to die, Joyce still held back screams but as her legs desperately kicked out as she tried to find the logs and shake off Aurelia her cunt failed to keep the dildo inside. She hardly realized when it happened but suddenly the large black shiny snake slid out from her, spraying some drops of clear liquid. Joyce saw from the bottom of her eyes that the hanging anvil in front of her fell as the dildo did not keep it back anymore and with clinking sound hit the device beneath. Almost immediately flames engulfed the triggering mechanism and like a snake the flames rapidly crawled under Joyce.

 Not more than 10 seconds could pass while Joyce never stopped desperately kicking and fire was lit under her crotch, flames quickly rose, reaching towards her. Her kicking feet and lower legs crossed these flames now and a new source of agony became reality for the poor blonde.

 As soon as she felt her opponent fall, Aurelia released her grip and lifted her knees as high as she could to protect them against the flames. She crossed her ankles under her butt to block the descent of her own dildo. She was still swinging and spinning, which caused incredible torture to her scalp. Even though the fire was not erupting straight under her she could still feel its heat and she was sure it would fry her feet as well if she lowered them completely.

From the screams she heard coming from Joyce, Aurelia knew she had won but if nobody came to help her soon, her victory would be useless.

 For Joyce it did not matter that the extra weight was lost and she was hanging by her scalp solo. The fire burning bright and reaching high could not be stopped anymore and she wasn’t even trying to find the stumps with her soles. Even if she was to find them and regain her balance the playful and swaying flames were to burn her gaping cunt and inner thighs. She kept on kicking while beginning to spin vertically from her scalp, not totally but back and forth. She tried to pull her feet under her crotch and protect her pussy but whoever built the fire did a good job; the flames got high and while scorched her shins and feet also reached her pussy and ass.

 Unbearable pain spread across her lower limbs and all over her body up to her waist. Toes spread and charred, blisters grew all over her legs, buttocks felt like melt in the hellish temperature and her overused vagina with its hanging lips felt like being roasted over a grill. Melting fat and pee joined as they sprayed into the fire while the pain reached a new level. A level where Joyce lost everything. She screamed out with wide open mouth, loud and long.

 The rag covered rod followed by a wooden ball flew out from her mouth spraying saliva. A heavy blade began to fall. Two spikes ran through sickly bluish orbs which were Joyce’s tightly squeezed breasts and then less than a second later the punctured boobs were simply cut off by the blade, separating them from the girl’s chest right at their base. The mad screams continued, Joyce’s eyes were wide open and she was shrieking so loudly that it almost made Aurelia losing her freshly regained balance. Despite being back to her own stumps the redhead felt the inhuman heat torturing her own ass and back of her legs too, seemed to her she heard the loud bang as Joyce’s blade reached it bottom position within the tit guillotine’s frame.

 Aurelia's legs were beginning to tire but luckily orcs came and released her from the device. She moaned as the spikes were pulled out of her transfixed breasts and finally she collapsed on the floor, curled in a ball, moaning in deep agony and trembling from exhaustion and fear after what she had gone through. In front of her, she could see her opponent's death throes and she realised she had been very close to suffer the same fate.

 Joyce was young and despite all the horrors of the Elven Adventure she was strong so her death lasted for a while, at least a terrible five to ten minutes, it was hard to say. The blade had a tricky sharpening, it was formed to cut through weak breast flesh but mangle the tissues and slow bleeding. Joyce was hanging by her scalp, face totally deformed by the pulling on her hair and by the inhuman pain and terror. The kicking made her body slowly roll side by side. The two holes on her chest were bleeding but no blood spurted; yellowish-red fatty tissues indicated where her pretty tits used to be. She looked even slimmer without breasts. She was still kicking and that desperate motion went on for another minute or two although with gradually decreasing intensity. The fire was high enough to engulf her lower body totally and reach her crotch, roasting not only her toes, soles, arches, heels, shins, knees and thighs but also all her private parts and even the lower side of her tummy.

 By the time she had no power left to kick or scream loud and was merely moaning and whining while her lithe lower limbs hung motionless in the fire no skin was left on her waist down. The surface of her body was either dark red or black. Formerly grew blisters all popped, all the fat within her tissues melt and burned, many places to meat got charred and here and there, especially on her toes and her shins bare bones appeared, also black and sooty. The chopped-off tits fell into the fire of course and became small, parched sacks of wrinkled skin. The rest of the inner tissues liquidized and set alight. Joyce’s body was still trembling for a while, sometimes still hoarse moans escaped from her throat but her eyes long time ago rolled back into her skulls and he was hardly aware of what was happening to her when finally her heart stopped and her still cooking body did not move anymore. The side to side rolling soon stopped and only the cracking of the fire could be heard as it mercilessly kept on roasting the lower half of the corpse.

 [AURELIA is being released into the cave tunnels again. She walks (in pain) a long section, ascending continually. Finally she reaches a tunnel that is covered by black mirror-like substance, like water surface in the dark. Soon it’s revealed that all walls are made of screens and in the last couple hundred meters she walks/crawls surrounded by visions of horror (elven race motion pictures with many elven girls scream, suffer, die). Finally she reaches a harsh lighted entrance…]

This is the last chapter that has been written. We have not worked on it since many years. Sorry...