Ashagen-02: Welcome To Ashagen

Chapter VI.a - Arrival to Ashagen

When the aircraft finally landed after more than 10 hours of flying, everybody was thirsty like hell again, and the dumb pain throbbing in the encaged bodies had driven several slaves to madness. Finally the door opened and sunlight blinded the slaves. Aurelia’s cage was removed from its slot and rolled out among the firsts, to a huge asphalt square. The sun was high above her head. Behind her the plane was parking, at the other side of the square a large, open gate led to a city. The air was dry and hot and the asphalt radiated so much heat that Aurelia started to sweat in a matter of seconds.

As much as she could see from her vantage point, the city had a few taller buildings but most of the houses were smaller with two or three levels in general. Workers were running around wearing clothes that reminded Aurelia period costumes. They were like servants from a movie played in Roman times, on the back of their tunic she could read the fancy letters: Ashagen.

Aurelia’s dazzled mind tried to work, to guess where they had landed. But the pain throbbing in her cramped body was such that she could not focus on anything else. She was reduced to the state of human wreck.

Aurelia was rolled into a van together with her former companions excluding Billy. She had no idea of how it had been possible to collect the same group together so fast after being separated during the flight; it must have had something to do with the chips implanted in their bodies. All the others were alive and Trixie still had her gag, so Jake's cock must be still rotting inside her mouth. Though, as she caught Trixie's facial expression, she realised that she wasn't chewing anymore, so she might have managed to swallow it eventually. None of them said a single word. They just acknowledged the fact that they were together again. They were placed in two rows inside the windowless van, the door was closed and they drove again together with two middle aged men in Ashagen's servant suit.

"How was your flight, slaves?" asked the taller, black haired man and he examined the girls' faces one by one. Nobody dared to answer. "What a well-behaving little team we have." he said and he took a seat on the lid of Aurelia's cage.

"I am the servant of Lord Adamar, who is one of the most famous slave traders in Ashagen. Lord Adamar paid good money for the collectors to bring you here and he wants to receive even more money on the slave market when selling you. This means two things: First, you must look as sexy and fresh as possible, so we'll wash you and even allow you to rest in a bit more comfortable position. Tomorrow you will be displayed on the market. Second, you must attract the customers so we require you to behave as a true slave must. We want you to look sad and terrified. Your fear wakes up the needs for you in sadistic peoples. As we have had some lack of slave supply last week, you'll be sold within one day, I have no doubt. If not, the slave who couldn’t attract a customer will be sold to the Mengele Medical Clinic, which is not a fate I would suggest. I want to hear if you understand, one by one," he finished, looking at Nina.

"I understood... sir." replied the girl. "Yhe... yhesss sir... yesss..." cried Renata. "Mmgghhh uuhhmmmm..." Trixie nodded. "Understood understood." whined Jane, she was in a really bad shape. “Understood”, moaned Aurelia.

"Good. Now, I want to be sure you will behave as good slaves without causing any trouble. The rules are simple. Follow the orders. EVERY order, without hesitation. Do not speak unless you are asked. The simplest resistance means punishment, and you don't want to be punished in Lord Adamar’s house, believe me," he said, and the women soon had some picture of what punishment meant at the slave trader.

The van arrived in ten minutes to its destination and the door was opened. The cages were rolled out into a large, green garden. Despite the desert climate, the garden was rich, covered with healthy, meaty grass. All around palms, neatly cut bushes and colourful flowers grew, three bright white fountains spurted water in the air. Naked sirens, angels, and horned demonesses created different scenes on the top of the fountains. A huge, white, mottled building surrounded the beautiful garden. An older but still muscular man was waiting for the slaves, wearing a fancy, white toga and uncountable golden jewels. At his feet three collared women were kneeling, their leather leashes led to the man's left hand.

Aurelia was frightened at the sight of the three women. At first glance, she was not quite sure if they were females but after a short inspection she had to realize they were defeminized women. They were slaves, as the ugly burned marking on their forehead showed their status. Their skins were olive, they looked like Latinas. All of the three women had lost their breasts. Their chests were flat, and X shaped scar indicated the place where their breasts used to be. They were bald, their lips were filled up grotesquely making their mouth unnaturally big, giving them a constant O-shaped mouth. The lips could not be closed anymore but formed an almost round hole, all of them drooling like idiots. They had no teeth; their mouth was modified into an innocuous fucking hole.

"Release the new slaves!" the man ordered as he released the leashes. The three women got on their feet and headed towards the cages. Their movement was strange and as one of them approached Aurelia's cage the caged spy could get a closer inspection of the reasons. The woman had neither a big nor a pinky toe, and those amputations crippled her stable balance. This made Aurelia to curl her own toes in horror. At first sight Aurelia thought that a dildo was inserted into her vagina, but from a very close sight she had to realize that a finger wide rod was actually  inserted directly into her urethra. The back of her legs, her ass-cheeks and her back were like bloodless raw meat, not a single original spot remained there, as if she had been whipped and caned continuously. A callus covered all of the back of her body. The brand mark on her forehead was strange and confusing, and Aurelia soon figured out she wore two brands. The smaller one was a usual and healed class-two sign, and it was overwritten by a much bigger class-three sign, it was still leaking some pus.

At this, in spite of her fuzzy mind, Aurelia realised that slave class was not permanent. At least, it was always possible to go down the ladder. She shivered at the thought. She also realised there was no horror these men were afraid from committing. And there were horrors that no amount of surgery would ever fix. If ever she was reduced to such a state, she would be a cripple for all her life, even after the Agency had rescued her. She decided she would have to complete her mission in a matter of days in order to run no risk.

The horribly-modified woman freed Aurelia's wrists first, then she unlocked the padlock and opened the lid. Without any explanation - and Aurelia was quite sure she was totally unable to speak any coherent word - she grabbed Aurelia's shit-, piss-, cum- and sweat-covered red mane, and pulled upwards. Soon another woman arrived to give a helping hand, she slid her fingers under Aurelia's armpits and slowly lifted the girl out of her cage. Both women were moaning as veins bulged in their necks, but within 30 seconds they managed to tip Aurelia's cramped and numb body over the cage's edge. Aurelia fell on the silky grass, unable to move any of her limbs to ease the fall, and laid there panting.

Aurelia was moaning in pain as the blood was slowly filtering back to her limbs and extremities. She was lying completely paralysed on the thick lawn, writhing. She was flexing her fingers and toes, trying to recover the use of her body.

All the others were released from their cages soon and five cramped women were writhing on the emerald green lawn. None of them was yet able to stretch her limbs but laid there moaning in almost foetal positions. As their heart started to pump blood into the numb places through their bloodstreams, renewed pain hit the limbs and joints as if they were on fire. Pitiful sobs and hoarse whispers fought over the garden. One of the service slaves grabbed Trixie's duct-tape and with a harsh yank she tore it from the fallen queen's mouth. Aurelia was lying just to the right of Trixie, and as soon as Trixie opened her disgustingly recolourized, excretion-covered mouth, an awful stench hit Aurelia's still sensitive nostrils. The man stood over the two women and looked at Aurelia.

"Why was her mouth taped?" he asked from the young spy, his eyes smiling.

Aurelia looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “Our captor cut the cock of one of her body-guards and shoved it in her mouth. The tape was here to prevent her from spitting it” she answered, hoping that, by collaborating, she would earn a better treatment. She was longing for the period of rest that had been promised to them, looking forward to it to begin her mission.

"I see... Dhonko, you're such a bad mash!" he told himself, smiling. "If that's the case I believe you want to share that taste with your girlfriend," he said. "Now crawl to her and I order you to kiss this class-two. I want to see a very long, wet snuggling. With passion. I want to feel that you're a tiger and have only one goal in your life; to devour her," he ordered Aurelia, smiling again.

When Aurelia turned her head to see Trixie, the fallen queen smiled too. Her smile was evil, almost snarling, hatred and revenge were burning in her dark eyes. She licked her lips, showing hairs from Jake's cock and small chunks of unrecognizable tissues on her tongue.

It took Aurelia several seconds to understand the situation she had just been thrown into. Trixie’s face was probably the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, and the idea of kissing another woman was almost as terrible. But she also remembered very well the instructions they had been given in the van. Refusing to obey would bring her more torture and would maybe prevent her from doing her mission. As she reflected, she could feel all eyes focused on her.

She felt a kick in her kidneys. “Do it now!” barked the man.

Without procrastinating any longer, Aurelia decided to comply. She forced her arms to unfold a little, screaming from the pain it caused to her knotted muscles and joints and dug her fingers into the short grass. She managed to crawl closer to Trixie, whose face showed a mix of triumph and pain.

Their faces were now but centimetres apart. From there, the stench was even stronger. Trixie passed her tongue over her lips and parted her lips in what was meant as a sensuous expression. Aurelia suppressed a retch and got nearer, closing her eyes and trying to forget the foul smell exhaled by Trixie’s breath. She pressed her own parched lips against Trixie’s. The taste was even fouler. She felt Trixie’s tongue invading her mouth. This wicked, vicious lesbo was enjoying this! This disgusted Aurelia even more. She endeavoured to kiss Trixie back, trying to fake passion. She felt Trixie’s fingers grabbing the back of her skull and pressing her tighter against her sweat-covered face. She clenched her eyes tight. At least, Trixie was putting passion in this embrace. She hoped it would satisfy the man.

Trixie proved to be more than eager as her dominant, passionate kisses became wilder and wilder. She did what she wanted to do since she had glimpsed Aurelia, and despite her aching muscles she slicked her filthy body against Aurelia's. Trixie's fingernails scratched Aurelia's neck from behind as their lips were pushed harder and harder against each other, her long and foul tongue exploring Aurelia's oral cavity. Trixie bit the agent's lips, hard, making it bleed and slurped the tiny wound out devouring on Aurelia's blood.

The secret agent was soon overwhelmed by Trixie’s passion, feeling disgusted by the invasion of her mouth and by the strong smell, by the sweaty touch of their naked skins, by the stench emanating from their hairs. She felt the urge to push the lesbian away but she resisted it. She could probably have overpowered her opponent, but this would have been taken as disobedience by the man. Thus, she left herself kiss and bite, responding with ambiguous moans.

"Hahaha..." laughed the man and landed a kick between the women's skulls, separating their heads. "Enough you horny whores! You're here to suffer not to enjoy!" he said with a simpering smile. The women were still unable to coordinate their movements, but Trixie managed to catch Aurelia's glimpse for a moment. She winked at the redhead and licked a blood-drop from her lip. Her eyes were burning in strange, demonic desire. She got mad, the inhuman treatment she had to bear during the trip seemed to have destroyed her sanity. Aurelia shivered. She did not want to be left alone with this fury as this would certainly turn into a fight, and she did not want to attract unnecessary attention to herself.

"Prepare them for the bath! I don't want their stench to infect my garden." the man said and the three terribly modified slaves started to pull the women towards a nearby building. Two of them grabbed the arms of Aurelia first and dragged her away. Aurelia was unable to use her legs or resist in any way and had to forbear the rough dragging as if she were a lifeless corpse.

"Okay guys, good work. Park the car and come back, I want you to be here when the sluts regain their strength." the man ordered and the two tunic-wearing minions nodded. "Yes, Lord Adamar. We'll be back in five minutes."

As she was dragged across the lawn, Aurelia tried to collect her senses. The episode with Trixie had at least allowed her to take some rest and let the burning pain fade a little. She gathered all her memories since she had been debarked from the plane. There was little she could use though. They were obviously in a warm country. She had been able to see the time on the man’s wrist watch: around 10 AM. From this information she tried to assess what would be the height of the sun over the horizon at noon and derive her approximate latitude. She evaluated it to lie between Libya and Angola, although she had yet no mean to decide whether it was north or south of the equator.

The slaves dragged Aurelia to a huge room. The floor, the walls and even the ceiling were covered with tiles. On the walls, chains were hanging from the ceiling with steel cuffs at their end. Aurelia's body was lifted by two slaves while the third cuffed her wrists. When they released Aurelia, her soles slapped against the cold floor, her legs couldn't bear her weight so she was hanging by her wrists; her ankles were bent under her as if she were a rag-doll. Soon the other girls were dragged into the room and hanged in the same fashion, forming a row. Finally Lord Adamar entered the room too.

"Time to take a bath and get clean. This will be a very refreshing experience. Slaves! Take soaps and work on the bitches until they're clean like my ass." he said and the three unfortunate cripples did as he wanted. The man pushed a button on the wall and suddenly steaming hot water splashed from holes right onto the heads of the chained women. All of them started to scream together. The jet was very strong, hot enough to cause pain but not enough to burn them. The cripples seemed to get used to the strong water-jets as they stepped under the showers with soaps in hands and started to work on the girls.

Aurelia pulled on her arms, causing her shackles to dig into the flesh of her wrists. Her legs were still too full of cramps to support her weight and she was reduced to a ridiculous puppet hanging from its threads. This left her completely unable to avoid the treatments that were applied to her.

The slave started with Aurelia's head, pushing the frothing soap against her cheeks and she rubbed it over and over her face. She ignored every protest, didn't take care of her as it burnt Aurelia's eyes. She even pushed the soap between her lips and forced the slimy thing into Aurelia's mouth. The hot water changed in a second and suddenly icy cold water splashed over their head making the women scream again. The cruel soaping went on without break, the soulless cripple worked on Aurelia's head like she was a piece of furniture. Her long, red mane was washed again and again as the strong water-jet was hitting them continuously. When her whole head was clean and her eyes were burning, foam bubbled from her ears, mouth and even from her nostrils, the cripple continued her work on her body, she was rubbing her gorgeous breasts, her flat abdomen, her bruised back, washed around her pelvis. The temperature of the water changed again to steaming hot and awoke her dumb senses, Aurelia start to feel sharp pain again, everywhere in her tortured body.

The slave soaped her ass globes and, without any solidarity, she also pushed the soap against her sphincter. She kept pushing mercilessly until Aurelia's muscles gave up and the big oval soap slid into her rectum. The slave took another piece of soap and continued her work. She washed Aurelia's pussy until it was foaming like the jaw of a rabid pit-bull. She forced that soap into her vagina, reaching deep, stretching the agent wide, making her gasping for air as the inner pain struck. Aurelia was not quite sure what was happening in her crotch but she felt like the cripple fisted her and left the soap inside her.

The slave continued with her long, lean legs, washing any filth down that had been collected during the hellish trip. She even washed every toe and every finger individually, removing every little spot of dirt from under the nails with a rough brush. The water changed again and again, and Aurelia lost her sense of time. When she was finally clean, cleaner than ever before in her life, the slaves moved to another chained woman, leaving Aurelia alone under the changing water-jet. She shitted out the slowly melting soap from her ass and the one in her vagina also slid out a bit later. When finally, after at least one hour of continual splashing, the water was shut off, her skin was sensitive and softened.

Aurelia felt like her skin had been peeled off by the vigorous cleansing and rubbing. But the massage had also had the effect of helping the blood to circulate through her muscles, reviving her strength. Seeing that her mates were still dangling limply from their chains, she preferred to imitate them and not reveal her superior training and resilience. Moreover, appearing weaker than she really was, was one of the best moves to do when captured. This could induce her captors to underestimate her possibilities and make a mistake. Thus, in spite of the pain in her wrists and shoulders, she kept hanging by her arms.

However, as the washing of the other girls went along, she felt pain growing in her rectum and pussy. The big soap bars that had been forced in were taking their toll inside her, pressing on her inner walls, pushing on her bowels and irritating the tiny scratches her orifices had suffered. She could not help her inner organs to move and try to expel the intruders. It was difficult as the soap bars were quite thick and were pressing against each other through the thin wall of tissue between her rectum and her vagina. Eventually though, Aurelia felt a bar stretch her labia wide and suddenly it fell on the floor, leaving her sex wide agape and dripping liquid soap. A few seconds later, her ass expelled its intruder as well, in a more violent and noisier manner.

Lord Adamar walked in front of the girls and inspected the wet bodies one by one.

"You're clean now but still weak. And I want very alive slaves for tomorrow, so you will soon start your well deserved, active rest," he said before calling his men who had been waiting outside.

"Help the freaks and take the slaves to the ChainHell chamber! Call for some guards also, I don't want to lose any this time, I want good money for them!"

Soon two more men arrived. Both of them wore the same white tunic as the guards in the van but these people were more muscular and their face looked really brutal. They reminded Aurelia of Dhonko's guys. The five naked women were released from the bath and all of them collapsed on the wet floor. They were all exhausted, and despite the rough cleansing they all felt more comfortable. Fatigue hit them as their last two days had been passed in a state of never-ending suffering, and at the first chance where the constant pain eased for a moment they gave themselves to the seductive rest.

"Shit, don't let these whores sleep, men! Take them immediately!" Adamar shouted and every white girl was grabbed by a guard. They were pulled onto their trembling feet by their hair - all guards used the same means of forcing the women - and they headed towards the door, dragged as they were still unable to stand or walk properly.

Aurelia continued to fake weakness despite the added pain it involved. Her scalp was in fire as she was yanked by her hair. Her legs were not completely relieved either and it was not too difficult for her to fake wobbliness as she followed the gorillas at a hesitant pace. As she walked doubled over, her big breasts were bouncing under her chest and she crossed her arms on them to stop the disagreeable sensation.

Adamar whistled to the mutilated slaves like they were dogs and they pulled the absolutely motionless Jane after the others. They passed long, nice corridors with hundreds of sculptures. Winged horses, beautiful mythical females of all kinds fancied Adamar's house.

After a two-minute "walk" they entered a large room that looked like a sinister gym. The room had no solid ceiling but a gigantic window let through the sunshine. Right below the glass roof was a complicated system of iron beams, with rails for the several chains hanging from them. The whole system seemed to be fully automated and the chains were able to move both horizontally and vertically all around the room. At the end of the chains, steel shackles or leather straps were attached. The place was very similar to the imagery of hell from the Hellraiser movies as the hundreds of chains were hanging there, some of them swung slowly and collided with metallic clangs.

"Slaves! This is our training room for newcomers when we want to bring them in shape, and for old furniture when we want them to suffer." Adamar said. "This mechanism was very expensive and requires regular maintenance, but it serves well. It is controlled by a heavy-duty computer which has countless programs for quickening the human body, for training the human body, and if I wish to torture or tear apart the human body," he explained in a cold voice. "Unfortunately, the computer's main operational system is a Microsoft product and we faced some minor malfunctions in the past. All malfunctions were lethal. You have value at this time so I really don't want to lose you, but there still exists a slight chance, I'm so sorry. Welcome to the ChainHell." he finished his introduction and nodded to his men. "Fasten the cunts. Leather straps this time, the survivors should remain as spotless as possible," he ordered.

The guards started to work and dragged Nina to the closest chain with leather straps. Her wrists were strapped individually to two different chains and the man repeated the process on her ankles too. "Workstation 17 is ready!" he reported and Adamar picked a small, calculator-like device from under his toga and started to type something with fast finger movements. Suddenly the winches came alive on the ceiling and Nina's chains raised up with loud clangs. First her arms were winched into the air and her ankles followed until she was raised from the floor and was floating about half a meter high. Poor Nina screamed and screamed again as the machine forced her into an X shape, she lost the ability to control anything again. She had become a marionette. Every muscle and tendon was outlined under her stretched skin. Her trembling body was obviously at the verge of dislocation, her joints elongated at a most painful length.

When her terrified screams calmed down, Adamar started to speak. "The machine scans your body, the length of your limbs so theoretically it is impossible to dislocate or tear your joints accidentally. Of course my commands are executed so I can do whatever I want to your weak body," he said, smiling.

Renata and Jane were fastened also to the hellish machine and raised in mid air. Their screams brought back the memories of the awful trip. Only Trixie and Aurelia remained free and the guards approached them to finish the preparations. Thoughts whirled through Aurelia's mind. Was that the right time and place to free herself? Was she strong enough to defeat five men? Could she take the risk to let Adamar use his diabolic machine on her?

Aurelia considered her options fast. She might have been able to cope with the four gorillas, provided they had no proper training in martial arts but were just what they looked like: crude, over-muscled brutes. But she was far from having recovered completely and fighting would doubtlessly attract a lot of unwanted attention on her. She doubted she would be able to run for long with half the estate’s guard on her heels. Knowing that Adamar hoped to get a high price for her at the auction, she was confident that she would not be maimed by the machine.

She looked at the leather straps holding the other girls’ limbs. This would be the first time she would be bound with soft material since her abduction. If she were left alone in this room, she might be able to break free. Maybe during the night would she find an opportunity?

Aurelia did not resist when the men tightened the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She discreetly clenched her fists and feet as they did their job, feigning being in pain. As they buckled the straps, this left a little more room around her joints. Far from enough to let her slip away directly, but every bit of slackness might prove useful later.

Once she had been readied, she felt the chains vibrating as the slack was slowly removed from them. Her arms were pulled over her head and separated while her feet slid apart. Her body was lifted off the floor and her limbs stretched some more, putting her in a wide, obscene posture. The tension increased slowly and regularly as the computer was measuring her body. She contracted her muscles and resisted the traction with all the strength she could gather from her sore fibres, in the hope to fool the electronic sadistic brain into believing that she was shorter than for real. This too might be useful later.

Her arms and legs bulged and twisted in her efforts to resist the motors. Her abs formed a column of steel inside her belly. Her face was grimacing. Beads of sweat were pressed out of every pore in her skin as she resisted. The motors were humming loud as they pulled stronger and stronger. The calibration took a long time as the computer was obviously disturbed by the trembling of Aurelia’s limbs. It did not either dare to put too much strength, lest it would dismember her victim if she indeed was at the maximum of her stretching.

But Aurelia’s sore muscles were tiring rapidly. Millimetre by millimetre she felt her limbs pulled apart. Whenever an arm or a leg lost a little ground, the computer grabbed it avidly and never let it go. It was like a cruel, four-fold tug-of-war. Aurelia was grimacing and moaning as she felt her limbs stretched relentlessly.

And suddenly it stopped. Aurelia was surprised. She was stretched, yes, but not as painfully as she could have been. She had succeeded in fooling the machinery, and in order to fool the humans looking at her, she kept her muscles clenched to fake complete extension, while grimacing and groaning as the other victims were doing. Her breasts were heaving fast as she was panting hard. Sweat was dripping from her taut body and her sex was gaping wide between her distended thighs.

After Trixie too was fastened to the machine, the guards stepped back and gave space for Adamar. The women were floating in mid-air, not too far from each other, Aurelia - maybe accidentally, maybe not - faced Trixie. Although stretched to the maximum the wicked woman smiled at her again and forced her crotch to protrude towards Aurelia. She didn't say a word but her obvious gestures were worth any word. She wanted her. For sex, and for any wicked game that could come to the mind of that insane fury. Fortunately, Trixie was not anymore in the status for gratifying her pleasures.

"Slaves! The first exercise will be some trampoline. Without elastic rubber of course, just you and the machine. This will speed up your heartbeat and rouse your muscles," Adamar said as he pushed a few buttons. The chains came alive and with scary noises the naked female bodies were pulled towards the ceiling. Frightened screams reverberated between the walls, Nina, Renata and Jane did their best as always. Trixie wasn't screaming but moaning only and despite the increasing tension in her limbs she was staring at Aurelia with wide open eyes, devouring on Aurelia's breasts, sex and face. They reached almost the ceiling, about 20 meters high.

Suddenly the chains got loose and the women fell. Shrieks of mortal fear filled the room. For one, very long second the chains let the limbs move free and the girls thrashed around with great might during the fall. The floor sped towards them, their wide open eyes filled with utter terror, knowing the crash was close. Just before the last possible moment, the machine took charge and slowed the insane fall, the chains tugged on the women's limbs and the bodies slowed down just to be stopped with an almost tendon-tearing yank right above the floor.

All women were laid horizontally, their faces were not more than 20 centimetres above the dirty floor. As Aurelia and Jane had the far largest breasts from the five slaves, their tits slapped against the floor causing harsh pain. They were simply too close and their hanging breasts laid on the floor when the crazy fall finally ended. Aurelia felt as though she would be able to lick the ground if she wanted. Trixie raised her head, her long black hair lifted from the floor. She stared at Aurelia and smiled, she was drooling like an idiot but her eyes were full of life.

"Shit, I was unaware of those huge udders." Adamar grinned. "A few more crashes like that and we can serve the bloody pulps for dinner..." he murmured before making some changes. Both Aurelia's and Jane's chains holding their ankles rose until their bodies were at almost 30 degree with the floor. "This will keep your milk bags safe but the face will remain as it should be" he said.

Adamar waited a few seconds and let the machine pull up the women again. It was cruelly programmed. This time they were not pulled as high but without any warning the fall started about middle height, totally unexpectedly. Screams and a big yank at the end again, Renata pissed herself. The process was repeated three more times, and the unfortunate slaves could never know when the chains would get loose and let them fall. The falls were hideous enough to make the girls cry and plead but the rough yanks at the end were even worse. It stretched every joint in their already tortured body to the limit where the pain totally overwhelmed the mind and all they could do was just gaping and screaming some moments later until the pain eased a bit in their limbs.

"It seems you are enjoying our little game here." Adamar said, grinning. One of the cripples was kneeling before him and the slave trader was slowly fucking her extremely big and obscenely modified, wet mouth. "We should make it a bit more exciting. I guess you are all fucking hungry." he said, and Aurelia felt her stomach answer... she was very hungry. Although during the bath she had been able to drink as much water as she could and the threat of dehydration had vanished she had not eaten anything for almost three days.

"I give you a chance to eat, bitches. It won't be too easy but if you're smart whores enough to fight for what you need. Survival is everything in Ashagen," he said, pumping his cock deep into the unfortunate slave's throat, cutting her air supply. The girl was heaving and her eyes bulged from their sockets, her face turned blue but Adamar finally decided to have mercy and with a disgusting wet sound, he let his cock out, giving the girl a chance to take a breath. Aurelia just discovered that a small bucket was under the girl's chin, which was already half filled with the sticky saliva coughed up every time Adamar fucked her throat too deep or too long. The girl coughed up another gob of yellowish saliva, which landed into the bucket too. "And I don't want you to eat your dish without any lubrication, so I have already prepared some for you." he said and hinted to his men. Bring in the slave food, guys!"

Soon a plate was placed under the face of every woman, and the plates were full of bloody, raw, dubious chunks of meat. The women were raised higher and a guard poured some of the thick saliva over every plate.

"The rules are simple. Twenty falls, three seconds between the landing and lift off for every occasion. If you bend your neck you will easily reach the food. If you are good enough you can eat it all. As you're hungry you should eat everything. If any of you doesn't finish with meal... well... I will take that as a refusal. You should prove me how much you appreciate my hospitality, whores. If you don't... I will be sad... and angry," he finished with a sadistic grin as the chains started to raise the girls higher and higher.

Aurelia braced herself for what was going to happen. Her shoulders were aching from the severe yanks they had already sustained, and there was going to be 20 more. Before she had time to reflect longer, she felt her heart heaving as she plunged once again towards the floor, her hair flowing above her. She stopped with a painful jerk that stretched once more every tendon and joint of her body and made her ample breasts to bounce, her nipples barely brushing the floor this time.

Before she had time to collect her mind and reach for the awful plate of meat that was just centimetres from her face, she felt lifted once more in the air. She stretched her neck desperately, trying to nibble at the meat but only succeeded in dipping her nose in the foul, sticky, rancid dressing that Adamar had just spread over the meal. She groaned with frustration and heard all the other girls uttering similar protests.

Again she suffered the anguishing hoist. The longer it took, the more time she had to recover, but also the scarier it was and the more painful the subsequent fall. Her stomach was groaning from hunger and she was drooling uncontrollably. She contorted her limbs, pulling on the chains to no avail.

And suddenly she fell again. She could not get used to that mind-screwing feeling of falling to her death. Once again her body was jerked to a halt. She believed she had heard her joints creak under the strain. She tried to reach down to the meal and managed to grab a bite just before being hoisted once again. As she was lifted in the air, she chewed on the foul meat. The taste of the regurgitated sperm was mixing with that of the rotten flesh. It was making her belly twist from disgust, but her hunger was so high that she wolfed it all down before reaching the apex of the hoist.

And the process continued, fall after fall. Each cycle put more strain on her arched spine and stretched joints. Whenever the fall was not too high, she managed to recover her mind fast enough to grab a mouthful of meat. Her face was covered with bloody and sticky juices.

At the end of the last fall, while her limp and cringing body was hoisted for the last time, her plate was still half full. But what she had managed to swallow was already beginning to strengthen her.

"Hahaha... you were really starving, slaves!" Adamar roared, he enjoyed the show really much. "It must be enough for today, I don't want you to get fat. Slender whores are more valuable these days. Whatever, you still need to move around until you recover your strength, your next owners might want to play with you already tomorrow so I will offer them meat in perfect shape."

He pushed several buttons again and the machine did as commanded. The girls were moved into a standing position and soon formed a row, Aurelia was facing Trixie's back at about half a meter distance.

"As I really want you to take an active part in your recovery, we'll change the routine. The game is simple: I want you to kick the ass of the slave in front of you. The machine won't let you do that too easily, but it is possible to reach those shapely globes. Actually, once your foot gets close enough, the machine will let you kick freely so the kicks will be as hard as possible. My lovely computer is going to register the reacting force you evolve against the chains. If any of you attempts to fool me and doesn't do her best to reach the goal... I mean the ass before her... well, you really don't want to make me angry, do you cunts? By the way, take this as a contest. The computer will be measuring the force and the number of your kicks. The girl with the lowest impact will get a special reward…" And Adamar pushed the start button.

Aurelia felt the chain on her ankles tremble and pull up. Her task was to reach forward with her feet but the metallic power deflected her efforts upwards, making her do some almost funny flinking movements instead of kicking right Trixie's white ass globes. She tried to understand the machine's trick and figure out how to land a kick on the wiggling bottom when suddenly she felt a very strong strike against her left ass cheek. It was not only strong and made her shiver in her humiliating bonds but she also felt something has scratched her skin. Jane was behind her, and her ugly, long and thick toenails frayed her ass. Trixie also found the right way to land a really powerful kick onto Nina's soft bottoms, the successful kick made Trixie whinny in crazed sadistic lust.

Aurelia’s next kick reached its goal and lifted a yelping Trixie’s feet from the floor. And then she started again. The show was rather ridiculous as each girl tried her best to kick the one in front of her in between the kicks she was herself receiving. Their grunts and yelps echoed through in the large room. The girls were all sweating profusely from the exertion, but none of them dared to slow her activity. Only the first girl in the row, who had nobody to kick at, was able to get some painful rest. Aurelia’s ass was soon cruelly marked by Jane’s dark toe claws. Trixie’s ass too was lacerated by the cover agent’s relatively long toe nails.

The almost childish but deeply humiliating kicking contest went on for a very long time. None of the women dared to rest. The computer changed the intensity of the chains' resistance from time to time, and in 15 minutes cycles it also mixed up the girls. Aurelia hated Jane's every kick, her legs were strong and her toes were weapons, but Nina and Renata proved to be less painful kickers. More than one hour had passed and every ass in the row was red and bruised from the never-ending kicking. When the computer made its set up for the last round. Every muscle in the women's legs was aching from the continual strain and every strike caused harsh pain in their asses. Aurelia was moved in the front of the row and Trixie was hanged behind her.

"You will learn now what hell is!" she hissed and whinnied. "What an ass! The best target ever..." Trixie whispered and suddenly the game continued. Aurelia could do nothing but wait for the kicks, and Trixie didn't let her wait too long. The agent could not believe how much strength remained in the fallen queen's legs when the first kick reached her ass. Trixie aimed directly at Aurelia's asshole, where the two perfect hemispheres joined, and her kick felt like a hammer blow. Not only her bottom but her spine and her whole pelvis exploded in harsh pain.

"Yessss... yesssss... feeel it you cuuuunt???" Trixie wheezed as she let another strong kick strike Aurelia's defenceless ass. For her luck, the computer sensed the intensity of Trixie's furious kicks and increased the resistance, preventing any severe damage Trixie might have caused to Aurelia. Trixie did her best to kick as hard as she could but after a few minutes, she lost her battle against the machine, which saved Aurelia from being crippled.

When the last round was over and the women were separated, all of them were exhausted beyond their limits. Moreover, each of them has gathered some new hate for her mates. Each of them had done her best to kick the girl in front of her, not wanting to be deemed the laziest. They were all panting hard and their butts glowed red and blue shades. Sweat trickled down their glistening skins, as they waited in fear for the announcement of who was the loser of the contest.

"Great show! Great show!" Adamar cheered as he was viciously fucking the mouth of his slave. "I knew the raven bitch was a sadist, she did what I expected from her. But it's a surprise that our third-class nigger cow also seemed to enjoy the kicking... that might increase her value a bit." he said. “Now, let’s see who was the lazy girl among you.”

He typed a few commands on the keyboard, and looked at the statistics the computer presented. “And the loser is…” he announced, making a pause to let the fear root itself deeper in his prisoners’ minds. “Class two blondie!” he finally proclaimed, a cruel tone in his voice.

"Well... well.. it’s almost 2pm. I give you some time now, cunts, and I will return after lunch." he said and with a mighty slap sent the cock-sucking slave onto the floor. "Take care of them guys, let them rest a bit on the mattresses," he ordered before exiting the gym, leaving five, gasping, exhausted slaves behind him.

Adamar returned about two hours later. The sun was still shining brightly. He looked satisfied and was smiling. The women had really been resting for the period of his lunch, the heavy chains laid them almost gently onto huge mattresses where the panting slaves could finally relax for a while. These 120 minutes were the first time since their kidnapping when they could really rest. All of them lay there without a movement or saying a word. Only Renata was sobbing silently. She was scared of what horrors might wait for her once their owner returned. None of Adamar's minions left the gym for that time, although they all ate sandwiches and sometimes fed small chunks to the kissing-mouth cripples.

"I'm back, lazy bitches!" Adamar shouted and the chains came alive, raising the women up from their almost comfortable mattresses. "So, where shall we proceed? Oh. I remember. Blondie! You were the weakest link in our lovely kicking contest. As I declared the loser will have a very special reward for being such a worthless, weak cunt. Release her, guys!" he ordered, and Renata was soon unfastened. She was standing there with trembling legs and wide open eyes. Her wrists were tied behind her back with leather straps. Adamar set up a new scenario on his device and the other four slaves were lowered in mid air, their feet about waist level from the ground. Adamar positioned himself at the mouth of his favourite throat-slave and with one, long thrust he shoved his monstrous member deep into the woman's throat.

"Now, as you rested a lot during the previous exercise I want you to do some real sport, slave." he explained to Renata. "Your task is very simple again. I want you to approach the feet of every hanging slave, and I want you to bite them. I fucking don't care where you bite, toes, or soles or heels or whatever, but the bites are effectual only if you can draw blood. Four cunts, eight feet, eight bleeding wounds is what I want to see. You're not allowed to bite off anything from their feet! If you cause serious damage or mutilate a single pinky-toe you will be transformed into this," he said, pointing at the cripple at his legs fighting for air. "Of course your slave mates might not want you to bite them. They will kick, they will fight. The machine will control them enough to slow their kicks, but a nice head kick will still be very painful. Also, my man will use that nice leather whip in his hand whenever he feels you do not put your greatest effort into this little, tricky game. Let the game begin!" he laughed and nodded to his minion.

Renata was still digesting what was expected from her when the first blow landed on her already red ass. She shrieked out and jumped forward, directly into Nina's legs. The young beauty screamed out also and raised her legs but the machine suddenly yanked on her ankles and Nina's movement broke, her feet fell back. Another blow landed on Renata's skin and the pain made her get into action. She opened her mouth and with fear-fed rage, she tried to bite into the side of Nina's left foot. She almost reached her mate's flesh but Nina kicked sideward. Her foot met with Renata's forehead and the blonde girl fell onto the ground. Two lashes trailed angry red marks on her belly until she jumped back onto her feet. Renata was grinding that time, her sad eyes turned to flashing. She jumped forward again and that time she stroke well, before Nina could parry Renata's attack the healthy teeth reached the soft ankle and Renata sank her teeth deep into her girlfriend's foot. Nina's scream filled the room as she yanked her foot out of Renata's jaws, spurting red blood drops around.

"One done, seven to go!" Adamar laughed and fucked his slave's face with even more might. Renata did not rest but stepped Nina's other side and attacked her other foot. The pain caused by Renata's sharp teeth made Nina resist with even more might, and the next blood-bite took almost five minutes. Nina kicked Renata's head and shoulders three times before the blonde could finally sink her teeth into the ball of Nina's foot. The wound was small, more of a bruise, but it started to bleed slightly and Adamar declared it as a good strike.

Renata rested for a few seconds, panting heavily and thinking. Her vision jumped from the three remaining pairs of feet dangling before her. When the whip finally kissed her ass she headed towards Aurelia and stopped for a moment just outside Aurelia's kicking range. Renata was actually snarling, red drops of Nina's blood painted her white teeth and pale lips. She wanted to finish with the most agile opponent, until she had her strength.

"Don't move, red bitch!" Renata wheezed. "Make this easy for both of us... AAOOOOOHHHHH!!!" she screamed out as another blow hit her. She jumped forward; her teeth and eyes were blinking. She became a beast driven by fear and pain.

Aurelia’s eyes were reduced to thin slits as he peered at her opponent, ready to react to any attack. She had to stay on the defensive as Renata was able to stay out of her reach until she decided to attack. The blonde girl was rubbing her face where Aurelia’s foot had landed. She realised the auburn-haired girl was a much tougher opponent than Nina. She began to leap from side to side, forcing Aurelia to contort her neck to follow her moves. The secret agent was also pulling on her arms to twist her body, trying to keep facing the bound woman. Her legs were half flexed, as ready to kick as biting cobras.

To Renata, the game was very scary. To bite, she had to bend forward and push her face at the encounter of kicking feet. All her instinct screamed to stay away. But the repeated lashes on her butt forced her forward.

Aurelia feigned to lower her guard, as if tired of keeping her legs up. Renata fell into the trap and darted for her right toes. At the last moment, Aurelia pulled her foot backwards while sweeping with her left leg. The blonde’s teeth bit the air and she was slightly unbalanced by her opponent’s dodging. The fractions of seconds Renata needed to recover were sufficient for Aurelia to close the trap she had opened: her left leg hooked itself behind her opponent’s neck, preventing her from backing away. An instant later, her right leg joined the left one, she crossed her ankles and began to squeeze Renata’s throat between her legs. The blonde’s head, protruding from between Aurelia’s knees, grimaced a panicked look. Her mouth gaped wide, her tongue protruding, her breath hissing as she fought desperately to bring fresh air in her burning lungs.

Aurelia looked at her from above, grunting whenever Renata succeeded in launching a more desperate yank, which pulled hard on the agent’s cuffed wrists. She could have killed her on the spot by crushing her throat between her powerful thighs. Renata’s struggling were becoming weaker and weaker as her strength bled away from lack of oxygen. Her legs were wobbling, her face was red and puffy, her fingers were clawing helplessly the air as she contorted her bound arms. Eventually, Aurelia opened her legs and her attacker fell loudly on the floor, panting hard and hissing as she massaged her sore throat.

Renata crawled on her knees out of reach of Aurelia and stood up. Her eyes were shooting hateful firebolts. She was still panting and she was sweating profusely, but she had recovered enough to continue the fight. A lash landed on her butt and she yelped in pain. She had to keep attacking. She darted once again towards Aurelia’s feet but this time she received a dreadful heel-kick right on the top of her skull, which sent her to the dust in an explosion of shooting stars.

Renata gritted her teeth while groaning at Aurelia. Again she darted at her and again she was kicked down. The secret agent seemed incredibly fast. The blonde’s head was buzzing. She had received so many kicks. Aurelia seemed so fresh in comparison, despite the strain in her shoulders. Renata was despairing to ever succeed in biting her feet.

Aurelia was towering above Renata, a tired smile on her lips. The blonde girl was so slow to her. She kept repeating the same errors again and again. It was getting boring. This girl was so stupid: she almost deserved the beating and her slavery. Aurelia saw her opponent giving the same obvious signals she was going to launch her attack. She got ready to dodge and kick. But as she tried to pull back her foot, her leg was stopped by the chain. She yanked harder on her leg, but her foot did not move a centimetre. Already Renata had grabbed her big right toe in her mouth. With a grunt, Aurelia switched to plan B and directed her left foot on a collision course with the blonde’s temple. But her left foot too was blocked by the chains.

Adamar too had gone bored at the repeating pattern of Renata’s attacks and Aurelia’s kicks. He had discretely typed a command on the terminal to end the cruel game. With uncontained rage, Renata clenched her teeth on the big toe and began to chew on it. She did not stop until she had Aurelia moaning and thrashing in agony, her leg unbreakably held immobile by the chain system. After a long and slow torture, Renata gave the coup de grace by drawing blood from the throbbing toe.

Realising that Aurelia was still stretched taut by the chains, she placed the left big toe in the corner of her mouth, between her molars and she mumbled “Now, you are going to pay for what you have just done to me. I’m not going to leave you alone until you beg me for biting your toe to the blood!” Aurelia, seeing the hate spilling over from Renata’s eyes, felt her throat clenching. She tried to jerk her toe from the angry jaws, wiggling her foot as much as the chains allowed her. But immediately, Renata clenched her teeth harder, keeping the sensitive piece of flesh and bone in place. She began to chew again, gritting her molars against the knuckles and the toenail, sending waves of pain up Aurelia’s trembling leg. Soon Aurelia was moaning and crying, her muscles bulging as she desperately fought the chains. Finally, the proud agent was forced to comply to Renata’s humiliating condition. “Please, I beg you, bite me to the blood!”.

“As you wish!” answered Renata, a cruel grin on her face. She let go of the big toe and seized the pinky one instead. A quick bite with her front teeth broke the skin and drew blood, while extracting an ultimate yelp of pain from Aurelia’s coarse throat.

Renata was panting heavily; the fight with Aurelia was hundred times harder than the one with Nina. She spat out a broken tooth and turned to Jane, who was whining loudly at the sight of the bloody-mouthed fury.

"Come on blondie bitch! Do that! Draw blood!" he shouted and cut the air supply of the kneeling slave again. "Inject her with the stimulants! I decided to let her die today, and I want her feel what dead means!" he said and a guard injected something into the arm of the mouth raped slave. "They can suck me to unconsciousness anytime, but there is no fun killing senseless meat!" he smiled and started to fuck the slave's mouth, two guards even stretched arms sideward and held them still.

In spite of the recent washing, exertion had caused the Black girl to sweat abundantly. Her sweat seemed to be naturally foul-smelling. The strong odour was already hardly bearable around her feet, crotch and armpits. This did not stop Renata. She attacked Jane's sturdy feet while Adamar fucked the wet throat of his slave with long thrusts. Jane was fighting with all her might but Renata proved to be more experienced and much cleverer. Within two minutes the dark skin was fancied with the marks of Renata's teeth. Trixie proved to be a much more complicated opponent, and she was screeching like a banshee all the time while the crazed kicks and even more bestial bites went on.

Adamar reached the top when Renata bit deep into Trixie's ankle from behind and shook her head as if she wanted to rip out Trixie's Achilles tendon. Adamar's body tensed, he thrust his cock into the slave’s throat and pinched her nose. The poor slave was shaking as if she were electrocuted. Horrible sounds emerged from her throat, mixed with Trixie's high-pitched screams and Renata’s animalistic grunts. The slave's oesophagus convulsed around Adamar's shaft and he emptied his balls directly into the girl's gullet. Her eyes widened, tiny arteries broke in her eyeballs and she was spasming and spasming for long seconds, when suddenly her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Renata let Trixie's ankle free spurting more blood onto her own face. Adamar's cock slid out of the dead girl's mouth with a disgusting sound followed by his sperm and maybe litres of thick saliva.

"Ohhhhh... that was so nice... what a great day!" Adamar exclaimed, smiling happily. "Huh... I adore this kind of endings! Okay guys, chain back the beast, the aestheticians will be here in one hour. Clean up the mess and prepare the slaves for the night. They will have their great day tomorrow!"

The corpse of the dead slave was dragged out and all five slaves were chained again to the machine. All of them were tired, anger and hate built inside their heart. For that time not only Trixie but all the others hated their mates. The cruel way Adamar had forced them to torture each other had left deep impacts in their souls. Adamar left and his remaining two cripples followed him, but the guards stayed in the gym and placed six mattresses onto X marks on the floor in different spots of the huge room. The women were raised in the air again and the machine trained them with relatively less painful stretching exercises until the sun started to set.

It was twilight when a couple arrived, escorted into the gym by Adamar himself. Both of them wore comfortable middle class clothes. The man was about 40 year old, clothed in jeans and jacket; he was handsome and smiling. The woman was younger, maximum 30 year old, wearing jeans also with black high-heels and a black top; she wore bracelets as she entered smiling brightly.

"What a nice set of slaves you have collected again, my friend!" the man bowed before Adamar. "It will be a pleasure to prepare them!" he said and the woman walked under the stretched slaves, she inspected their bodies and licked her lips. Aurelia knew the signs very well, Trixie had taught her how to recognize lesbians.

"Very nice indeed..." she said and smiled back to Adamar. "They smell like rotten meat now but in the morning you will have five perfectly pampered princesses." she said.

"My friends, Laura, Mikee, they are all yours. You know how to control my machine, have fun with my slaves. Please take care of them as always and make them the most valuable merchandise on the market!" Adamar finished. He shook hands with the man and left the room together with his guards.

"Where shall we start, darling?" Mikee asked and Laura pointed at Aurelia without hesitation.

"Let's do the redhead... she looks awesome!" Laura answered and Mikee typed something on his remote control. Aurelia was lowered onto a mattress while the others were raised higher. Aurelia was laid on the mattress, face down. The machine could easily turn her around by rearranging the length and positions of the chains. Mikee brought two big suitcases and they opened them. The woman bent to Aurelia's face and tickled her chin.

"What's your name, sweety?"

Aurelia looked at the woman, trying to guess her character. “My name is Aurelia” she answered.

"I see your owner treated you like any other useless trash bag... bruises and cuts on your bottoms, minor wounds around your ankles and wrists... Ohhh my God... teeth marks on your toes! I told him several times not to disfigure fresh slaves by hurting their feet! By the way... your feet are just perfect. Would you let me inspect them closer? Yes? You're so nice to me..." she cooed and softly caressed Aurelia's toes. "They are sooo lovely, honey... so soft... long, luscious toes... what perfectly formed nails... long and wide, and you even let them grow to be beautiful and sexy... you cannot understand how much I adore your feet, sunshine..." Laura whispered and took a white, balmy, soft towel.”

In spite of her tiredness, Aurelia let a smile appear on her face. Those were the first kind words she had been gratified with since so many hours. This was the first person who was treating her as a human being. Even though Aurelia knew she was here to prepare her for the slave auction – a dehumanising matter if there had ever been one – she still appreciated the care. She printed her figure in her brain. When this whole lot would be brought to their trial, she would witness this one was not as bad as the others.

"We’ll clean you first, remove every little spot of dirt and your awful smell." she explained and started to towel Aurelia's body, slowly, lecherously. She didn't insult Aurelia, didn't touched her sex but carefully wiped the naked pussy with the towel, she paid cautious attention to her curves and carefully cleaned every spot of Aurelia's face too. She treated her hands and feet like they were porcelain, wiped between her fingers and toes and with a tiny, soft brush she cleaned even the underside of Aurelia's nails and toenails.

"I guess I know why you have chosen black polish. You were a striptease dancer too I guess. Black is a very nice colour, but it doesn't fit for the slave market's atmosphere." she said and carefully washed the pitted nail polish with polish-remover. Laura took care of Aurelia's hair, she oiled her hair with some thick balm and massaged her head for long minutes until the sweet liquid worked off.

Aurelia was relishing the attention. It was almost like being at a spa, if she had not been shackled and chained. The massage and pampering was releasing all the tension and the pain she had gathered during the last hours. She felt energy flowing again through her veins and nerves. Likewise, hope and eagerness to fulfil her mission was coming back too.

Mikee examined Aurelia's bruises and wounds and he began to cure them with some slightly smelly medicine. He worked the salve into every wounds and scar. The sensation Aurelia felt was a bit tickling but she felt how the cure was easing her pain and healed the broken skin.

Laura finished with the overall cleaning and began to massage some good smelling oil into Aurelia's skin. Despite her long nails Laura worked very smoothly and her tender touch made Aurelia feel good, or at least much better.

“Thank you for your care” Aurelia said. “You are the first human being I meet here. Are there more of your kind in Ashagen?” she ventured to ask. She wanted to assess whether crimes against humanity were committed by a select few or by the whole population.

Laura smiled and softly caressed Aurelia's cheek, slightly tickling her with her fingernail.

"Ssssshhhhh beautiful dancer... you shouldn't talk to anyone unless you're asked a question. That's a rule in Ashagen that might lengthen your life if you follow it," was all Laura said before she returned to her task.

"Mmmmhhhh... I believe some silvery adornment would fit you the most." Laura said and started to gloss Aurelia's nails, all the twenty of them. "Oh my god! You have the healthiest nails I've ever seen... so strong and shiny... you should tell me sometimes what vitamins you use," she said while continuing her work with applying silver polish to Aurelia's nails. Laura proved to be an experienced manicurist as she painted the nails carefully. She admired her work and smiled.

"Perfect! You will be the most astonishing class-one on the market!" she giggled as she combed Aurelia's hair before she did her make up. She used silvery colours again, painted her eyelids, around the eyes, coating her cheeks with thin silver makeup. Finally she painted her lips with silver again and stepped back to get a clear view.

"Done! You're ready now! Please do not sweat too much till morning, I don't want my masterpiece ruined."

“Thank you for your care. I appreciated it. As for the sweating, this is not really into my hands…” the aesthetician just smiled again and tapped hearteningly Aurelia's belly.

Laura winked her eye at Aurelia and nodded to Mikee. "Let us make the next one."

As Aurelia was raised into the air Laura turned to her once more.

"I hope I will see you again. You're beautiful... but your feet... incredible!" she said and soon lost Aurelia's sight as the agent was moved into a dark corner of the gym.

Chapter VI.b - Escape 

Aurelia was now all pampered and ready for the auction. She was lucky to have been picked up first among all the girls. She saw the man and the woman moving towards the next girl. She felt the chains humming again and was lightly deposited on the rubber mattress lying under her.

Now was the time. The large room was plunged into darkness, save for the girl currently being pampered, who was under the focus of the spotlights. The aestheticians must be blinded by the light and unable to see anything beyond the girl they were working on. Moreover, the room was filled with moans, clanging chains and humming motors. It would be long before another such opportunity presented itself. Aurelia was determined to spend as little time in Ashagen as possible. All she needed to do was find its precise location and to transmit it to the Agency. With a bit of luck, all could be done in a few hours if she could get access to a computer.

But first she had to free herself and she did not lose a minute before beginning. She was resting on her back on the hard mattress, her arms and legs widely splayed with just enough tension to keep her immobile without pain. The purpose of the program was to allow her to sleep. Actually, she should have been unable to move, but because the computer had underestimated her size, there was a centimetre of slackness in the chains. It was not much, but enough to make things easier for Aurelia. During her training, she had often been bound much tighter than that.

She began to feel around with her long fingers, exploring the leather cuffs buckled around her wrists. The cuffs were made of thick and wide black leather. They were comfortable and lightly padded inside. They were evidently designed to prevent chafing and pressure on the skin. They were closed by two parallel straps that fit into a buckle and pin, like small belts. Of course, the buckles and the pins were way out of reach of her fingers. Still she soon found the weak link: the straps were sewed to the cuff.

Heavy-duty thread had been used for this attachment, but it was nevertheless no match to Aurelia’s finger nails. Since she had been trained as a special agent, she had taken daily pills which suffused special hormones in her body. It made her hair, teeth and nails much stronger than normal. This allowed her to cut through any material softer than metal.

This had saved her countless times. She would never forget the first time she had used that trick. This was one of her first missions in South America and she had been a little too lenient with security. She was captured by a low-rank guerrillero who brought her to his cabin and bound her tightly with as much rope as he could gather. He was obviously decided to rape her all night, before his superiors could come and bring the prisoner to an interrogation facility. During the time it took him to call his chief and explain the situation, she had cut the knots loose and freed herself. She still remembered very vividly the face of the guerrillero when she welcomed him with the gun he had left on the table, under which he had left her tightly restrained.

She smiled at these memories. Tonight was a different matter though. She was faced to professionals of human bondage and she would have to use her utmost skill to outsmart them.

She began to move the sharp edge of her freshly silver-painted nails against the deeply impressed threads. Cutting each thread was relatively fast, but they were difficult to get at and there were many of them, all along the straps. She had to curl and twist her hands and fingers at difficult angles to reach them and her fingers were soon trembling and full of cramps.

Halfway through her work, she felt the tension on the chains increasing and she was lifted again from the floor. She cursed inwardly as her body was once again stretched in mid air. This was not preventing her from cutting the threads, but it made it more difficult and slower. Aurelia had now to stop from time to time to rest her cramped hands.

After another 30 minutes, she was once again put down on the mattress. By that time, she was almost done with her wrists. The right cuff gave way first. Pulling on the straps, she saw them tear from the cuff, tiny bits of thread falling on the mat. With her right arm now free, she could easily open the cuff on her left wrist. Now her arms were free for the first time in countless hours. She felt her heart accelerating.

The aestheticians were occupied with Nina, at the other side of the room. They did not look around them at all, entirely focused on their work. Aurelia sat up and reached for her ankles. A few seconds later, her legs were free too. A predatory grin rose on her face as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. She had just regained the initiative.

The machine must have sensed that its captive had broken free as the ends of the chains met no resistance but luckily the computer had not been programmed to trigger an alarm. Just after she had freed her second ankle, the chains disappeared towards the ceiling but their clinging was not unusual, even in the middle of the night.

Aurelia stood up and, moving as silently and as rapidly as a panther, sneaked through the room until she was in the back of the aestheticians. Blinded by their spotlights and focused on their work, they had no idea of what had just happened.

"Ohhh you poor thing..." Laura whispered to Nina as she was cleaning her toes. "I'm so sorry about you... this place is full of such rough people... I wonder what they will do to your little, helpless toes..."

Aurelia considered a moment attacking them to take their clothes but she was afraid that guards could be alerted if they did not see them working anymore. If she left them alone, there was a good chance that her escape would only be discovered in the morning. By that time, she hoped she would have finished her mission and would be waiting for the rescue team. Moreover, she did not want to harm the only person who had been kind with her here.

She headed for the entrance and slipped out of the building. It was dark outside. The gym was in the garden of the estate but the main building could be seen in the distance. This was where she would have the best chances to find a computer. She headed towards it in a fast jog, which she was able to keep for hours. With the implant in her forehead, she knew she would have to be constantly on the move from now on, and until the rescue squad would come to take her back home.

As she jogged through the lawn, she relished the cool night on her naked body. Her firm breasts were bouncing slightly. Her hair was flowing behind her back. She felt an intense excitation and a kind of glee. She was free, she was progressing in her mission, she had the initiative. She could feel the adrenaline running through her veins. It was dangerous, it was scary, but she loved that! The long, helpless, tortured wait was gone forever and now was the time to retaliate and prove her skills.

As she neared the main building she realized the doors were open and she could hear several peoples inside. Aurelia knelt against the wall to listen to the noises. Laughter, music, intense discussions could be heard. Adamar had some kind of party. She had to make an immediate decision. Sneaking naked into a building swarming with peoples was extremely risky. Leaving Adamar's territory and looking for another house with a computer was another option, but after pondering the possible risks and the time necessities she decided to go for a third one.

She headed toward the white stone fence and opened her ears for any noise outside. The street was silent, no talking or walking noises could be heard. With one acrobatic jump she swung over the high fence and dropped onto her feet like a huge cat.

Ashagen was a very sparsely built-up settlement. In the middle of the desert, space was available without limit and there was no need for sparing territory. The buildings were wide and long instead of being high, the roads were broad and only the main routes were paved while packed sand covered the rest of them. In a place where rain fell only once or twice a year the citizens did not have to worry about mud.

Aurelia flattened herself against the wall and waited for half a minute. The road at Adamar’s house was silent, not a single soul could be seen in both directions. The moon was shining brightly as she did almost every night. Lampposts were standing on both sides about 10 meters from each other, their light was however pale, creating a gloomy atmosphere. Aurelia had to be careful. Unlike her bronzed, naked skin, her silver painted nails were almost glowing in the light. Almost every building had the same type of fence that defended Adamar’s garden, and even the houses that were standing next to the road were windowless, as if all citizens in Ashagen were carefully hiding their private life.

Aurelia sneaked along the street but she did not find any window for burgling inside. The next street was as dead as the previous one and she turned to the right. Suddenly she heard noises of an approaching cart and she hid behind a tabernacle in the wall right next to her. A large coupe arrived, hauled by four awesome horses, Aurelia was shocked when the coupe passed her. A human body was dragged behind it, attached to the rear section by a long, metal chain. The body was bloody and maybe unconscious or dead. It was a naked female. The coupe lifted up the sand dust covering the street.

Aurelia ran along the street without too much risk and she got to the next crossing very fast.

The next street was silent too but she noticed a small window at ankle height. She sneaked toward the window and suddenly a hideous scream hit her ears. She kneeled down and peered inside. She saw a basement where three half-naked, muscular men were playing with a young girl. She wore the mark of class-two slaves, was tied to a vertical rack, stretched to the limits of her joints. One man was viciously raping her while the others were tearing into her apple-shaped breasts with evil-looking and red-glowing pincers. The girl, no more than twenty, was screaming loudly and flipped her head against the rack’s wooden surface. Aurelia left them and headed forward. Ashagen was a really hellish place, a place that should be wiped out from Earth.

A little farther along the same building she found a cage hanging by a chain from a sturdy beam protruding from the wall. The cage had a spherical shape and was made of wide-spaced, thick, rusty bars that crossed at right angles. The bars were spaced very widely, just as narrowly as needed to prevent its prisoner from escaping but not enough to prevent easy access to her. The cage was about 1.5 m above the ground. It contained a body, a female body, whose legs passed through two spaces between the bars and were hanging loosely below the cage. The cage was barely large enough to contain her. She had passed her arms through holes as well and was resting against the bars in front of her. Asleep or dead? Aurelia could not decide. The girl was extremely skinny, her skeleton pushing against her skin. Two black bands were circling her head at mouth and eye levels.

As she got closer, she saw that her big toes had been cut off. A large, heavy steel ring had been pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons in such a way that it would have dragged on the ground when she walked. Aurelia also distinguished what looked like the head of screws protruding under her soles, as if screws had been driven into her heel bone. Her forehead bore the mark of a third-rate slave burned above those of second- and first-rate slaves. Her hair had been torn from her scalp.

Aurelia had to pass under the cage if she wanted to continue. As she approached even closer, as silently as she could, she heard a ragged breath coming from the sleeping prisoner. She realised that her mouth was spread very wide with a ring gag. No saliva was drooling from it though as the poor girl’s lips and mouth were so parched. The gag strap was a band of articulated black steel tightened snugly around her head. Another similar steel band was circling her head at eye height. With a shiver along her spine, Aurelia saw that it was pressing steel half balls into the girl’s eye sockets. It was not only blindfolding her, but it must also be causing incredible pain to her eyes. Over the cage was a small sign telling “serial runaway”.

There was nothing Aurelia could do to help her though and thus she just sneaked behind the cage, hoping she would not wake up the poor girl, and continued her exploration. She headed towards the next crossing but as she heard noises she approached the corner very carefully. The awful smell of dry-rotten meat floated in the air. The sight of the small square was another shock for her. Everything that had been broadcasted when she was in Dhonko's truck and every other fear she had about the city became true. There was no citizen around, but in the middle of the place six wooden frames were standing deeply embedded in the ground. They were standing rectangles like the frames of very huge windows. Six naked female bodies were nailed to the frames' upper plank through their palms. Aurelia had an extremely sharp vision and she even realized the huge nails were rusty. The six women's feet, legs and waist were charred and also their chest and breasts were full of blisters. Under their hanging feet were huge mounds of grey ashes. Those unfortunate souls had been roasted alive during the day! Their feet were not immobilized and the fires had obviously been built about waist high so the suffering of those slaves must have lasted for a very long time. Five of them were dead, flies surrounded them and their flesh was already decaying. The sixth one, however, was still alive although in a semi-conscious stage. She was moaning pitifully and her fingers were wiggling, but she was very close to crossing the border from life to death.

* * *

He was watching her. High, on the top of a nearby building the black-tunic-wearing ninja turned up a knob on his high-tech military spy-glasses and zoomed on the naked girl. He was truly spell bound. The girl flattened herself against the wall and was watching mesmerized at the corpses of the burnt slaves. He admired her long, lean legs, her perfect breasts, and her perfect, queen-like profile. That woman was exactly what he was waiting for, what he was wishing for. He had just found her and followed her path for the last two minutes. She was a professional. She moved like a panther, she sneaked like the foxiest predators, she was running with the daintiness of a cheetah. He smiled. His task was clear; find the escaped slave and bring her back to her owner, as soon as possible. Fortunately he was very effective and had tracked down the girl faster than he had expected. The naughty slave had no knowledge of Ashagen's map. He was satisfied. He had plenty of time. He was curious of what the awesome prey would do. He was patient and sedate. He knew the hunting game would be very entertaining with such a noble animal.

* * *

Aurelia felt a bit strange. Her sixth sense warned her of some unidentifiable threat. She looked around, inspecting every spot of the surrounding buildings but everything looked silent and abandoned. Only the pitiful moans of the dying woman could be heard. She had to decide again. Where to go? How to find a computer? How to get into a house? Across the square she discovered some buildings whose doors gave directly on the street, along with several other streets and narrow alleys disappearing into the darkness.

Aurelia had seen enough. She decided to go back to the house where she had seen the caged girl and the girl tortured in the basement. As three men were working on her, there might be nobody in the upper levels of that building, which would allow the secret agent to look for a computer.

She sneaked back to the cage. The encaged girl was still sleeping. Deftly, Aurelia climbed on the cage. It began to swing a little at the end of its chain. Suddenly the cruelly punished girl's breath changed. Aurelia knew what that meant: the girl had awoken. Hoarse gasps left her mouth as she turned her head to both sides. She couldn't see anything but her ears were undamaged and she also could feel the swinging of the cage. Finally she raised her painfully compressed face towards Aurelia, her nostrils opened as she sniffed the air.

"Phlauuueee..." she moaned, unable to form correct words because of the ring-gag. She was silent anyway, her throat was desiccated almost beyond human limit. She tried to reach towards Aurelia with her bony arms, broken and bloody fingernails searched for the naked agent.

"Dhrrinch... drrrrinnnch..." the woman pitifully begged and her fingers were clawing the air. "Ghihme hater... phlauueee... hater... uhrinneee... ghihme..." she pleaded continuously in a low voice for any kind of liquid that might be given to her. She was so thirsty that it did not matter for her what was given to her as long as it was wet.

These pleas reminded Aurelia of her recent voyage. She too had felt that unbearable suffering, this urge for water. She felt pity for the poor wreck in the cage. She had probably been caged here for days with no other water and food than what passers-by would condescend to offer her. Every amount of fluid she could get was just prolonging her torture for more infernal hours, but her survival instinct's need for relief was so strong that the poor girl could not prevent herself from begging for water.

Aurelia had not the heart to deprive the skeleton woman of some water. If she were in her place, she would appreciate any droplet of moisture she could get. Therefore, she squatted on the top of the cage, pressing her buttocks against the bars with the crotch in the middle of a hole.

“Alright poor girl, come here, I’m just above you on the top of your cage. Get ready as I am going to give you some urine” she whispered.

The caged woman seemed to smile around the huge ring-gag and she began to feel with her bony hands above her.

“Be quick! I can’t stay here long!” urged the naked agent while trying to guide her.

The living skeleton managed to find Aurelia’s crotch and she pressed her gaping mouth against it while holding herself with her wretched fingers. She had lifted her legs into the cage and was now squatting, curled in a ball of bones and skin. A trickle of urine streamed from Aurelia’s crotch into the welcoming parched mouth. She emptied her bladder into the girl’s gullet, who was swallowing as fast as she could. It had been a long time since she had received so much liquid in one shot and this revived her.

“’hank ‘ou” she uttered as Aurelia stood, and she put a wet, gaping kiss on the secret agent’s foot, which was protruding inside the cage.

 Aurelia climbed on top of the cage and then along the chain until she reached the iron beam protruding from the wall. She hoisted herself on the beam and then to the wall. From here, she was able to jump and grip her fingers on the border of the roof. Pulling on her strong arms, she was able to lift herself until her head was level with the flat roof. As she saw nobody, she hooked her right leg above the roof and rolled on it.

She laid flat on her belly for half a minute, recovering her breath and listening intently for any sign of activity around. The roof was silent and was covered with dust. She raised her head and looked around, from the roof she had a much better sight of the streets and buildings around though she was not still high enough to create herself a mental map of the surroundings. She noticed a trap-door a couple of meters away, so she crept towards it. The door was a single wooden slab locked from inside. Fortunately there was a big gap between the lid and the roof and after trying for a few seconds she was able to squeeze her palm through the gap until she found the latch. She hooked a fingernail under the latch's ear and tried to pull it. She needed about half a minute to open the latch and then the lid opened.

She slid herself through the inlet and carefully closed the trapdoor above her. She was in a loft that was about one-meter high and she had to crawl on all fours. The loft was heavily covered with sand and the air was chokingly hot and dusty. Almost perfect blackness surrounded Aurelia but she discovered a small spot where pale light sifted up. She carefully crawled towards the spot and soon touched rusty metal equipment all around the floor. The loft was used for storing old and used torture tools. Broken pliers, charred and blunt metal stakes, deformed shackles and other instruments of torture were dispersed all over the place. Aurelia had to be very careful not to hurt herself.

At some point, she barely avoided a catastrophe. As she was crawling in the dust, she felt a light click under her palm. Her training took immediate control of her reflexes and she yanked her arm upwards. The small click was almost directly followed by a squeal, a groan of a badly lubricated hinge and a louder snap as a wolf trap clenched its rusty teeth into the air. Her heart beating fast, Aurelia listened intently, afraid that the noise might have alerted someone. But she could hear nothing. She continued her crawl, even more carefully. Another finding was particularly scary: it was a small, rusty egg-shaped, iron cage that was still containing a human skull. Obviously, it had got jammed while worn by its last victim and it had been necessary to cut the head to recover the head cage. She finally managed to get to the light without further accident.

The light came from another trap-door in the floor. She held her ear against it for thirty seconds, but the room below was silent. Very slowly she opened the trap-door. She didn't have to deal with another latch that time. There would have been darkness in the room but through huge windows the moon bathed the furniture in its silver light. Aurelia leaped from the ceiling and silently landed on the stone floor. She was in a long but narrow corridor. Doors opened from both sides of the corridor, some of them were open others closed. The house was not fancy or clean at all, but as she peeked into a room, the furniture looked very comfortable and modern.

Right in front of her in a smaller room she found a computer on the top of a huge, heavy table, standing in the middle of the room, the table was pushed against a big wardrobe. Aurelia carefully closed the door behind her as silently as she could. The machine was turned off and a big, black office chair was standing in front of the monitor. She was about to sit into the chair when her eyes caught something under the table. Two eyes were looking back to her.

Aurelia froze for a moment but as nothing happened, she took a deeper look. The eyes belonged to a woman of course. Only the chest and head could be seen as the lower part of her body disappeared in the wardrobe. To Aurelia's horror, she discovered that the woman had no arms, both of her upper limbs had been removed completely and the stubs had been treated in a way that almost looked like she had never had any arms. The woman was built into the furniture and had become part of it. Aurelia figured out her function quite fast: around her lips some dried, whitish material could be seen. Her face was just as high as the seat of the chair as a kickstand supported the weight of her upper body. The pole ended in a spiked metal slab, the long spikes were punctured into the woman's breasts and every movement she might do seemed painful. The woman was around the age of forty with the brand of class-three slaves on her forehead. She must have been beautiful once, but now she looked wretched.

The woman looked at Aurelia with fear and desperation. She was not gagged or muted anyhow, so the risk of an alarming yell seemed higher than ever before. But the woman did not yell at all. She stared at Aurelia for long moments before she started to speak.

"Who... who are you?" she asked in a low voice.

“My name is Aurelia. And you, who are you?” Aurelie answered in a whisper.

"I was Moira in another world... but no-one asked for my name for a long time... and... what are you doing here?"

Aurelia was embarrassed. She did not want to be rude with this poor girl, but that she had seen her was already way too embarrassing. “I’ve just arrived here. I’ve managed to break free,” she said.

"Ohh.. you're a slave too... but you're healthy yet. Leave this place! You will die if you stay!"

“That’s what I am trying to do. I’m looking for a computer to send a help message. Do you know how to switch it on? There is only a monitor on the desk…”

"I don't know anything about it... I was a nurse and never dealt with computers... there must be a switch somewhere..."

“What are you doing down there?” Aurelia asked while rummaging in the drawers, looking for the computer or for a switch.

"They... they play games and watch videos while I'm forced to suck them all the time. Until they cum three or four times every day... I can't watch but only listen, both the games and the videos are about torturing and killing slaves. They have a large collection of such material on the machine."

“That would make great evidence for the trial” Aurelia said to herself. She had now opened every drawer of the desk to no avail. She did not like the idea of staying in the same place for so long. If someone was tracking her implant, staying immobile was the surest way of getting caught and already her sixth sense was making her hair stand along her spine. “I can’t find any switch, and the computer seems to be locked inside the desk. But there must be a way to switch it on! Can’t you remember what they do when they come here?” she finally asked.

“From here, I can’t see what they are doing… But now that you ask me, I realise they always begin by squeezing my breasts… Maybe there is a switch inside the spikes?”

Aurelia shivered at the cruel concept. “Let me remove you from this device so that I can check that.”

"No... I can't be removed from this place... my legs... are moulded in concrete... they want me to die here..."

The agent’s eyes grew as wide as plates at these words. These peoples had really no limit. She knelt in front of the girl to investigate. She had to fight the urge to back up as she smelled her breath. It was an awful mix of rancid sperm and stale urine. Moira caught her disgusted grimace and her lips trembled as a teardrop rolled down her cheek.

"Please... could you help me? I'm in so much pain! My breasts hurt, I'm hooked in this place for days now! Could you help me somehow?"

“Let me see…”Aurelia answered between her clenched teeth. She placed her hands under the shoulder stubs of the desk-girl and tried to lift her torso from the spikes. Moira’s breasts were stretched down as her chest was lifted and she began to moan louder and louder.

“Shhhhht! Be quiet! I’m trying to help you!” Aurelia admonished her, afraid that her moans might attract attention.

“Please, stop!” pleaded Moira. “There are long barbs along the spikes. You would have to tear my breasts to pieces to release me. Please, stop hurting me!”

Aurelia immediately let the poor girl settle back on the spike with a last moan. “I still need to switch on this computer!” She began to feel gently Moira’s breast with her silver-painted fingers, trying to find a switch under the throbbing flesh. The desk-girl emitted soft, contained moans.

“They do it more brutally…” she sobbed.

Aurelia took both breasts in her hands and squeezed them forcefully, until she could feel the spikes through the flesh. Moira was biting her lips, trying to suppress her need to cry. Suddenly, Aurelia felt a click, and the monitor sprung to life, announcing the start-up process.

“I got it!” Aurelia exclaimed in a low voice. “Thanks Moira! I promise you it will not be long before someone will come and help us!”

But suddenly, Moira let out a long hiss and began to contort her body. Quickly, Aurelia pressed her hand against the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her moans. The desk-girl was jerking and bucking with increasing strength, her eyes rolling in panic. As she fought, she was crazily pulling on her spiked breasts and banging the top of her skull against the underside of the desktop. Aurelia was forced to hold her neck under her arm while pressing her free hand hard against her face to prevent Moira from making too much noise.

“What’s happening?” Aurelia asked helplessly. But Moira was far too lost in her throes to answer. The spy looked at the monitor and she understood what was happening. A program had started and its windows was displaying information:

“Slut control calibration in progress”. At the bottom of the window a gauge was showing the completion: “23% done, 84 seconds remaining”. Just above it, various messages were appearing and disappearing sequentially: “Mammary implants testing level 1”…”level 2”… “level 3”… “Clitoris implant testing”… “Muscle contractor testing”… “Anus stretcher testing”… With each new type of test, Moira’s contortions changed in kind and intensity.

The progress bar seemed to fill up so slowly. Aurelia began to tire from having to fight the girls' frantic and violent jerks. They were both sweating and their perspirations were mixing. Moira’s nostrils were flaring above Aurelia’s hand.

Eventually, the process reached 100% and Moira fell limp, panting heavily. “Calibration completed successfully. Connection to audio port: OK. All implants: OK. Game pain interface: OK”

Aurelia removed her moist hand from Moira’s face. “I’m sorry. I did not know that was going to happen.”

"Please... I have suffered too much. I... I would be grateful if you could put an end to my suffering. I'm a cripple... I don't want to live anymore. Please... just kill me... I'm begging you!"

Aurelia looked at the panting, pleading girl. She understood her plight. Even if she was going to be freed in a few days, she would remain a wreck forever. Moreover, the secret agent could not allow herself to leave such evidence of her actions. It would be easy for her pursuer to extract information about her doings if she were to leave her alive.

She looked into the fear- and plea-filled eyes of the poor desk-girl. She nodded silently. However, she could not kill her in a too evident way. The death had to look like an accident. Aurelia’s eyes narrowed and assumed the cold expression of a shark. She opened one of the drawers she had visited earlier and pulled out a bunch of old, balled men underwear that had been forgotten there. Without leaving Moira the time to wonder what they were for, she stuffed them in her panting mouth, pushing them deep into her mouth, making her cheek bulge. Then, she launched the calibration software again. There were sliders on the page, one for each implant the desk-girl had been fitted with. She slid them all to 150% and then she clicked the button “Start”. Immediately, Moira’s body arched and jerked on the spike, her eyes bulging, sweat pouring from her skin, her muscles knotting under her shiny skin. She was screaming loud but her voice was efficiently doused by the thick ball of stinking underwear. Her eyes darted at Aurelia with an expression of disbelief. Her incredible struggle continued for 20 horrible seconds before her body fell limp.

Aurelia stopped the program and felt Moira’s pulse. She was dead… The secret agent swallowed her saliva with difficulty. This was the part of her job she disliked most. 300 slaves died daily. Moira was the 301th that day, as she wasn't intended to die so soon... She shook her head and looked back at the screen. She had already lost too much time. She had to carry her mission.

She sat on the chair and began to look in the menus for an Internet browser.

Although Aurelia tried to be careful, her knees touched several times the dead woman's head and shoulders, sending chills through her spine all the time. Actually, every touch of the still warm, dead woman reminded her what she had been forced to do, and beside the guilt she felt increasing anger. The background of the screen showed the screaming face of a beautiful girl. The eyes were filled with utter terror, her wide open mouth and contorted face were obvious evidence of hellish pain she was suffering when the photo was taken. The icons were gathered on the beauty's sweating forehead and in her open mouth. Aurelia found the usual Microsoft icons like "My computer" or "Recycle bin" on the forehead, but in the mouth she saw new signs like "My torture files" or "Ashagen TV network". She clicked the "explorer browser" icon on the forehead and the incoming page was a disappointment; "Ashagen's isolated local network" informed the main title. On the side frame she found further menus like "Ashagen's government", "Entertainment schedule", "News of the city", "Ashagen news" etc. Suddenly a pop up window appeared in the middle of the scream showing a big photo of a large square crowded with people with a huge stage-like frame in the middle full of naked, chained women. "New slave transport has arrived, you can buy your dream-slave on the slave market tomorrow!" flashed a blood-red text. She closed the pop up window and began to hack the system, the computer should have direct connection to the global network.

For a moment, Aurelia used all the tricks her hacking teacher had taught her. This had never been her favourite class as she had always preferred action skills, but still she was able to force most systems. This one though was resisting her. She tried several ways to hack into the server and unlock access beyond Ashagen but the administrators seemed to have sealed all common and less-common entrances. There were some other tricks she might try, but they would require some programming and would take more time.

Aurelia closed the browser with a single click and for a moment stared at the screaming mouth of the desktop girl. Ashagen's local web was totally isolated; she was unable to reach any outer connection. She had also learnt that only the Government's fort had any possibility to communicate with the world outside Ashagen. It was forbidden to have a single mobile phone even for citizens, and after having read some basic rules she found on Ashagen's LAN she understood that even the rich citizens did not know where they were. Ashagen's security system was hundred times more secure and isolated than anything else she had seen before. The citizens were carried to the town with Ashagen's own airplanes, and only the top class of the city and the pilots knew the exact location. Whatever, she had to find the Government's Headquarter and had to get into it. That was the only way of contacting the Agency.

She was about leave as she had already spent too much time in that place, when the "Ashagen TV network" icon started to flash. She couldn't resist and clicked on it. A window popped up. A streaming video was running, that looked like a classic TV report with the label LIVE.

A young, fresh, smiling and detachedly beautiful girl in her twenties was talking; the camera zoomed on her face.

"...soon begins. This evening - as always - we offer you some great entertainment. The evening's complete record can be downloaded from aww.entertainment.ash page." she said in her very nice voice and Aurelia understood why her voice was so familiar. The girl on the screen was Jennifer Bright, she was the one whose "greeting" monologue had been played for the new slaves in Dhonko's truck.

"Welcome again in Ashagen's Painbringer Games exclusive live broadcast. Our first number today is the hurdle-race of two lovely class-two slaves," she said and the camera switched to two naked women standing in the middle of a huge building, which was a smaller version of the ancient Rome's coliseum. "The slave with a red tail is Shannon of Abragal Kennel and the other with the blue tail is Oxana of Waffer Kennel."

The camera showed the women from behind. Both girls had a very thick leather-covered rod pushed deep into their anuses, dozens of long, blue or red ribbons were hanging from the tips of the rods.

"The Kennel owners selected minor attachments to the slaves' usual equipment just as lower lip and clit joiner wires... "

The camera zoomed on one of the woman's face, a tightly stretched metal wire was attached to her lower lip by an embedded ring, the camera followed the wire between her breasts, along her belly until it reached her shaved crotch. Another ring was inserted into her bulging clitoris and the wire pulled the unusually large clitoris upwards. With her lower lip stretched down, the poor girl kept drooling on her chin.

"... or nostril and thumb joiner wires."

The camera showed the woman's hand shackled together behind her nape, her elbows were tied to a metal rod placed horizontally behind her neck so that she was unable to bring her arms forward. Her thumbs were tied together with another wire that was leading above her head down to her nose between her eyes. Hooks were inserted into her nostrils and pulled the nose upwards, the wire also cut into the sensitive skin along her nose. The two-sided pull made her teeth visible as if she were grinning rapidly. The head of each girl was thus forced to stare forward, pulled down by its lower lip and up by its nostrils. Their mouths were kept agape and drooling.

"The main attraction of this race will be the popular Firework Shoes."

The camera zoomed on one woman's feet showing the strange high-heel platform shoes. The screen changed, showing the smiling Jennifer again who held a similar shoe in her hand. "As you know, the foot is strapped onto the shoe with these strong refractory leather straps. The foot is strapped at the middle, around the ankle and by the middle toe." she pointed at the black straps.

"There is a small hole in every shoe right in the middle..." she pointed with her long finger to a pit in the shoe, just behind the spot where the toe pads would touch the shoe. "... and a small gas burner is at the bottom of the hole," she explained while turning the shoe to the camera so that Aurelia could see the small, rose-like device of the burner. "The gas tank is in that thick sole and contains enough gas for 20 seconds of burning. The flames get oxygen through these holes." Jennifer pointed at three tiny holes on both sides of the shoe. "The burners can be switched on by a remote control. Whenever they are switched on a sparkler is also switched simultaneously and classic fireworks spurt out from the heel of the shoe." She nodded to someone and after a loud click blue fire lit in the pit. At the same time sparks appeared at the heel and spurted around. "The firework has only one purpose, to indicate to the spectators when the gas burner is switched on. Of course the slaves' screams also help to catch the moment." She smiled like an angel. "Every shoe is made of solid metal and the weight is about two kilograms each, so our lovely competitors definitely need strong legs to run."

"The greatest trick in the run is that the remote controls are in the hands of the opponent's owner. Both Kennel owners have 20 seconds of fine sole roasting altogether to slow down the competitor's slave and give advantage for his own runner. The track is about 300 meters long and the runner must make two laps in total. It will take approximately five minutes."

The camera showed the "ring" from above; it was a single route signaled by white bands on both sides tied to stakes. It had some curves but the main hurdles were three objects.

"The first hurdle is a single but high A-shaped wooden plank." the camera showed the evil looking platform circling it from every angle. "As you can see the plank has several boards nailed to it so theoretically it is easy to climb them without using hands... as our lovely competitors do not have free hands." Jennifer blinked at the camera. "Fortunately the game creator team poured water as lubricant onto the boards and placed lots of glass shards with glue everywhere." the camera switched to the plank again and a close-up gave a clear vision of bright, sharp shards of glasses. "You can imagine what could happen if a runner were to lose her footing and fall onto the plank." Jennifer purred.

"The second hurdle is a 10-meter long and narrow plank above a pit filled with hot water." The screen switched to the pit, the almost boiling water was steaming heavily. The board was so narrow that it would be difficult even without the extreme bondage and shoes to walk along it. "I can tell you that the water is only 50 centimetres deep but there are spikes at the bottom so if any slave falls down and touches the bottom with any of her body parts except for her shoes, some additional surprise is waiting for her. Fortunately the Firework Shoes are moderately water resistant and the falling competitors usually strive to leave the hot bath as soon as they can." Jennifer smiled again, her innocent eyes and girlish voice chilled Aurelia.

"The third hurdle is a transparent glass tube. Its length is 5 meters and its diameter is 70 centimetres, only 5 centimetres wider than the rod holding the runner’s elbows."

The camera showed again something weird, one glass tube was hanging from posts, at about waist height.

"The competitors must crawl through the tubes, but unfortunately the tubes are also lubricated inside and the lubrication contains some really strong spice too. I can tell, it's almost like acid. Touching any mucous membrane and the slave feels like she is on fire. And it definitely touches those spots."

"Let's see what we need to know about our competitors. Oxana is a quite new participant here at the Painbringer Games arena." The camera showed the blue-banded ass-plug wearing girl. "She is 25 years old and her civilian job was teaching history. I guess she likes being in a real arena. This is her third game ever, she has one lost and one won competition. Her total recovery time was 3 weeks until now, so she has a quite impressive healing ratio. Not even minor amputation needed so far and it is said she has a very strong body and great agility so we might see her here in several other games."

The camera turned to the other woman. She was around 30 with large breasts and long, blonde hair. Unlike in the case of the other slave, her body was covered with scars and marks; she had no nipples but awful half-healed wounds instead. As the camera slowly scrolled her body up and down Aurelia had to hold back her breath. The woman's vagina was opened grotesquely and it was totally flat, no labia remained around her sex. Her toes were awfully deformed and she had lost all of her toenails, the nail beds were scarred and burnt.

"You should remember Shannon, she is a well-known guest of this arena. This will be her 15th race! Awesome! It is said that whether she wins or loses this race, she will be resigned to the Final Scream Games as her body is too heavily used up by now. Shannon has nine won and five lost games and she has been with us for more than one year! Please let us show you the interview I made with her four months ago when she was the champion of the Seventh Ashagen Firework Runner Championship." 

The screen darkened for a moment and a recorded video played. The woman called Shannon was sitting in a device that looked like a gynaecological chair, her feet were raised high in the air. She was wretched, but somehow the general shape of her body seemed much better. Jennifer was standing next to her and held the microphone to the slave.

"Congratulation, Shannon, you did it well! How do you feel after winning one of the highest ranked Championships in Ashagen?" she asked. The woman was sweating and her face was covered with tears, her soles were red and black and were slightly steaming.

"I... I'm sooo... happy..." she whispered and turned into sobs. Jennifer looked at the camera and blinked. "Well... winners have the privilege to cry." she said while stepping to Shannon’s burnt soles. Large blisters covered the sole just where Shannon's arch was. The skin was blackened around and the sole looked like it was wet as the light reflected from the half-way roasted surface. With a finger she caressed Shannon's sole and the poor woman shrieked out. Jennifer showed her fingertip to the camera, it was covered with the melted fat of the slave's sole tissues. Jennifer licked her finger and smiled again.

"My dear Champion! We followed the beautiful tradition and collected the seed of over 50 men who enjoyed your fantastic run from the scaffold. As you're the winner you have your very own privilege to drink all of it. I know you were starving a lot before the competitions, you must be kept in shape and also even a short puke during the race would decrease your winning chances. But this is time for celebrating, and you can drink as much protein as you want."

Someone handed her a transparent bottle. She held it in front of the camera and wobbled the content. The bottle was filled with whitish-yellowish, thick human sperm. Jennifer stepped to Shannon's head and with her index and thumb finger squeezed her jaws open.

"Here we go! Do not forget, the reward seed must be drunk to the last drop. Enjoy!" the girl said and started to pour the thick, slimy material into the panting slave's mouth. Jennifer poured and Shannon gulped. When the bottle was still half full, Shannon struggled against her bonds and tried to tear her jaws from Jennifer's grasp but had not enough strength.

"Hahaha... hold still, slave... hold still!" Jennifer made fun of Shannon's struggling and continued pouring the sperm. Shannon swallowed more but her face became pale green and her eyes widened as her gullet wanted to refuse the awful amount of sperm. Jennifer poured every drop mercilessly into her throat, and as she removed the bottle from Shannon's lips a man stepped to the woman and sealed her mouth shut. Shannon was coughing into her gag and crunchy sounds came from her stomach. Jennifer, still smiling, pinched her nostrils and suddenly Shannon started to convulse. Her fingers speared up and her face showed great horror as the poor girl began to vomit, filling her own mouth with human sperm.

"Swallow... swallow back! Come on Shannon, be a good girl!" Jennifer encouraged her. Shannon was fighting for air, her eyes bulged from their sockets and the veins also bulged in her neck. The terrifying convulsions went on for almost half a minute, but finally she managed to gulp the sperm. Jennifer let free the nostrils and the slave sucked in air through her nose. Jennifer smiled to the camera again and licked the leaked out sperm from her fingertips. The screen darkened and got back the live broadcast.

"The competition begins in 20 minutes, please load your guns gentlemen, open your zips and as lovely ladies around you start to suck... this is going to be exciting!" Jennifer said, Aurelia closed the window with a single click. She didn't believe what she had just seen.

"You shouldn't have seen this, Beauty!" a cold voice said from behind Aurelia.

Aurelia started and spun on her rotating chair to face the newcomer. Unfortunately, her legs bounced against Moira’s corpse and she lost her momentum.

A tall, black clothes wearing man stood at the door. He was wearing ninja clothes; his face was hidden under the hood. He was pointing a gun directly at Aurelia and seemed quite confident.

"You will have plenty of time to get used to that place," he continued, staring at the girl without the simplest noticeable movement.

With her legs entangled under the table and around Moira’s face, Aurelia could not hope to attack the ninja before he could fire his gun. She had to turn to other means. She smiled widely and arched her back slightly, thrusting her proud breasts forward while parting her knees a little to offer him a better view of her crotch.

The man was a professional. No matter what sexual gestures Aurelia showed in order to grab his attention and maybe shift his gun or eyes away, the man seemed to be rock stable.

"Step forward, two small steps. Now lie on the floor, hands on both sides like an angel. Good. Eyes shut, do not dare to move!"

Aurelia was forced to comply. She stood from the chair, knelt down and lied on her back, all the time she peered at the ninja, looking for an opening, which never came. She pretended to close her eyes but actually she was looking at him from behind her long eyelashes. She half-expected the ninja would tell her to close them tight but there he made his first mistake. He approached her body, keeping his gun aimed at her. Aurelia waited until he was at just the right range and suddenly her right leg kicked as fast as a cobra. Her foot connected with the man’s right hand, ejecting the threatening gun.

The gun slid somewhere in the darkness under the table. The man was fighting, he was strong and flexible, but Aurelia had the same or maybe even better skills. She surmounted the ninja, grabbed his waist between her strong legs. The man was under the girl on his back, their hands met and grabbed and their muscles tightened against each other. Aurelia was sitting on him, her firm breasts heaving just above his face. Her naked crotch was resting against his rock-hard belly and she could feel his breathing against her inner thighs. She looked into the dark eyes of the man and to her surprise his eyes were smiling.

"You are good, Beauty!" he whizzed. "You are better than I thought. And even more attractive... gggrrrrrrhhhhhhh!!!" he rattled as the girl increased the pressure around his waist and his inner organs sent signals of pain to his brain.

“Shut up! Who are you? Why did you attack me?” Aurelia asked.

"I... I am a citizen and occasional head-hunter... aaarrrrggghhhhhh... and I was seeking for a slave like you all the time.... oooohhhhhhhhh..."

 “Who are you working for?” Aurelia asked. Now she had the good luck to hold someone who might give her precious information. She had even just got a gun. She would just have to pick it from under the desk once she would have got rid of the ninja.

"I... I'm working for Adamar this time... and must take you back... aarrrrgggggg... your escape was signalled as soon as you left his house... uuuuhhhhgggggg...."

“Tell me how I can leave Ashagen!”

"Forget it... nobody ever leaves this place... eeehhhhhhh... if they don't want to..."

“I don’t believe it! There must be a way, even if I have to walk 100 km! Now, tell me in which direction is the closest town out of Ashagen! And tell me also where the Ashagen fortress lies”

"Youuu... so sexy..."

“Answer me now!” she barked.

"Release me... oauugghhhh... eehhhh... and I will... aaoohhh... nice to you..."

“I’ll release you once you answer my question. And do it fast, before I crush your ribs to shatters!” she threatened while clenching her thighs harder, feeling the ninja’s rib cage trembling between her steel muscles.

"There is a switch... uhhhhhh... short range... ggrrrrrhhhhhh... you asked for this..." he rattled and Aurelia saw the man bite on something under his mask. Suddenly flashing pain hit her face, up around her forehead, as if a white-hot iron was pushed into her eyes. She thought she was screaming but was not sure, all she could realize was that she lost control. Through her misty vision she realized that the man was standing above her. He kneeled down and gently kissed her lips.

"Good night, my naked panther. It was so nice chatting with you," he whispered before Aurelia lost her consciousness.

* * *

When she came back to her senses, the first thing she noted was a sharp pain in her tongue, as if it was stretched out of her mouth and clamped cruelly tight. She tried to bring it back in but somehow it was impossible. She also found that she was unable to close her mouth. She tried to open her eyes, but they were blindfolded under a sweat-smelling old leather blindfold. She could feel something heavy resting on her shoulders and around her neck, something that was keeping her arms away from her body. She grunted on the sandy ground and moved her legs. That’s when she realised that her legs too were restrained.

Aurelia was lying on the street, just in front of the house she had broken in. The ninja had carried her there and restrained her in such a way he was sure she could not escape nor fight anymore. He had locked a wide ring gag into her mouth, put a heavy wooden stock around her neck and wrists and linked her ankles with a short and heavy chain. Seeing that she was back to life, he yanked on the leash he had connected to a toothed clamp clenched on her tongue.

“Stand up now, and follow me! Do not try any trick, Beauty! You are under my ultimate power at this moment, and we're in a hurry! Just do as I order and everything will be fine.”

Aurelia felt her tongue almost ripped from her throat. She had no other choice than to follow the tug. Contorting her torso, she managed to brace on her right hand and kneel up. Blinded and with her arms fastened wide apart, she felt completely helpless. The pain in her tongue made her very obedient indeed. As the tug continued upwards, she stood on her feet. Immediately, she yelped in pain and climbed on the ball of her feet: her heels had just been pierced by a couple of spikes. Those were coming from a set of heel-shoes, cup-shaped pieces of thick leather that had been strapped around her ankles and that held steel spikes pointing at the sole of her heels and prevented her from resting her feet flat on the ground.

She barely had the time to recover her balance before the tug on her tongue forced her to move forward. She hobbled forwards, on the tip of her feet, her tongue protruding from her mouth, drooling abundantly on her torso, completely blind. She could feel something heavy bouncing between her breasts. Unknown to her, it was a tag dangling from the front of her stocks, that read “Runaway”.

"Take care with the spikes in your heels... I don't want to ruin your adorable feet at this moment, but you deserve to feel what will come once you enter the arena!" he said as he mercilessly tugged on Aurelia's leash again.

As she was marched along the streets to an unknown destination, she kicked herself mentally for having waited too long before killing the ninja. Now, it was too late and her next occasion to break free seemed quite remote…

After long minutes of a sweating walk they stopped.

"You're from hell, Beauty. I'm unable to resist." he said simply and suddenly Aurelia felt as her legs were swept from under her. She fell immediately, unable to protect herself. To her great surprise, the man - who else - caught her body before she hit the ground and placed her into a kneeling position, almost gently.

"I want to feel your moistness right now and here. Adamar won't be upset by this," he said to himself and the woman felt as something hot touched her forced-open lips. A musky, sweaty, rancid smell invaded her nostrils and she immediately realised what was going to happen. Restrained as she was, she was helpless to resist the oral rape. The ninja pushed his long and definitely thick cock into her wide open mouth and he moaned.

"Ohh... what a mouth... you filthy little bitch... I wish I would have you already."

He pushed his cock deeper, deep into Aurelia's throat. The young spy gagged on the thick foul rod. Her nostrils flared as she was forced to breathe through her nose. She could feel curly hair against her nose and sweaty, hairy testicles against her chin. The ninja wasn't rough but quite firm and after a couple of thrusts, Aurelia felt his warm semen fill her mouth. The man removed the still rock hard member from her mouth and wiped it clean on her hair. Gobbles of sperm mixed with saliva drooled on her chin as she was unable to close her mouth.

"Gooood... now I can do the walk to Adamar's house," he said as he yanked Aurelia to her feet again. She moaned as it felt as if her tongue was going to be torn from her throat. She felt utterly helpless, blind and bound as she was, led by her tongue. Threads of sperm were dangling from her chin and soiling her bouncing, proud breasts and her belly.

The walk was more than uncomfortable, her calves were tired from having to stand on her toes all along, but fortunately it was short, and within 5 minutes they arrived somewhere. A gate opened and as they headed forward the well-known voice of Lord Adamar could be heard.

"Here you are, you unfaithful, disgusting wench!" Adamar roared. He stepped to her and slapped her face hard, her cheek burst into flame after the strike.

"Stop that, Mylord!" the ninja said and some hidden threat spiced his words. "She is yours now, but not for too long. Do not forget what you have promised to me if I took her back before the slave hunter gang! I have pre-emptive rights on the market! And I want unharmed livestock! You have seen what she did with those straps. She is dangerous. Do not let your anger mist your judgement. Punish her if you want, but do not cause any visible damage... Mylord!" the ninja said as Adamar retreated.

"All right… all right. If you can pay the 200.000 you will get her tomorrow... now leave my house... I want to be alone with the bitch." Adamar said and two seconds later the gate closed with a loud bang.

"Filthy runaway! You're lucky you are worth more if undamaged on the market!" Adamar hissed and suddenly the girl felt hands grabbing her.

"My party is still going on. As we can't make you FEEL, we will make you TASTE the justice." he laughed and Aurelia was dragged somewhere. With strong hands tugging on her tongue leash, she was led into a place where she could hear a large crowd. Laughing, talking, loud music filled the air.

"Look at that... what a pretty doll..." a man said.

"Wow... a runaway... are they going to snuff her?" a woman asked.

"Mhh... no baby... she is not in the programme..." another man replied.

The tag from her neck, the clamp and leash from her tongue and the spiked heels were removed and Aurelia was forced to sit cross-legged. Leather straps were applied to her knees and were tied to iron rings embedded into the floor. Her back was pressed against a vertical pole, which was fastened to the back of her yoke, forcing her upright and preventing her from moving her upper body.

"My friends!" said Adamar's voice. "This pretty slave is going to be sold on the market tomorrow. Unfortunately she made an escape attempt and I cannot leave it unpunished. Please consider her as a men's toilet for the rest of this wonderful party, fill her rotten slave guts with your piss and cum until it flows out of her ears!" Adamar shouted and loud applause followed his words.

Only a few seconds later someone stopped in front of Aurelia. "Open wide... oh... you're fucking open wide already." The man laughed at his own joke and suddenly a burst of warm piss hit Aurelia's throat. Aurelia turned her face sideward and the stream splashed against her cheek and hair. But the man soon adjusted his aim and the disgusting liquid fell again into her mouth. The man was laughing as he followed Aurelia’s desperate attempts to avoid his urine. The cruel game only finished when his bladder was empty.

Her face was dripping with acrid urine as another man came to her. This one was not interested in a shooting game and he pressed his cock directly inside Aurelia’s gaping mouth. His cock was already turgid and it quickly swelled to an impressive size. It tasted of urine, stale sperm and acrid pussy juices. After a few thrusts, it spurt inside her mouth.

"Swallow, you stupid cunt! Don't dare to spit it!"

With her mouth forced open, Aurelia was unable to spit, even if she had dared to. The thick stuff was slowly dribbling down her throat, leaving a coat of sperm inside her mouth and on her tongue.

The man was quickly replaced by another one who stood in front of her. He began to jerk, his cock aimed at Aurelia’s face. A woman was with him, wearing a rich cocktail dress. She went behind Aurelia and grabbed her auburn curls, pulling on them so as to keep her face immobile.

"Yesss... ohhh... hold her face... yesss... aaaooohhhhh... hereeeee... ooohhhhhh... shit... that was a huge load!" grunted the man as Aurelia felt thick, greasy gobbles of sperm landing across her face and into her mouth. Some landed in her nostrils as well and formed bubbles as she breathed. Aurelia was moaning, feeling utterly debased by the continuous rain of sperm.

The woman left Aurelia’s hair alone and came to the man who was panting in front of her. She seized his member and directed it towards the spy’s face. “Piss on her now!” she encouraged him. But his cock hardened under her soft touch and the man could not piss.

"Come on darling, you harden always when I hold your cock... and you can't piss... come on, concentrate... yes yes yes... ohh yessss... directly into her gullet..."

Again, Aurelia felt hot piss streaming into her mouth and splashing over her face as she tried to avoid it.

“Damn it!” cursed the woman. “She moves too much! Most went out of her mouth. This can’t do!” She rummaged into her purse and pulled out a short string with curved hooks on both ends. She leaned over Aurelia’s face and threaded one hook through the earring hole in her lobe. She passed the string behind her nape and hooked it in the same fashion on her other ear. Then, passing behind her, the woman pulled on the small chain, until Aurelia’s back skull banged against the top of her wooden stocks, her face forced upwards. The woman then hooked the chain to the pole, restraining the young spy by her own ears. Aurelia tried to turn and lift her head, but she was held for good and could only move by one centimetre in each direction.

“Now, it’s time you drink piss for real!” she told her. She lifted the front of her dress, revealing to everybody that she was not wearing any panties. She squatted over Aurelia’s stocks and sat on her face. Aurelia grunted as her nose was pressed into the sweaty, acrid woman’s folds. Seconds later, a warm stream of urine spurted into her gaping mouth. This time, she had to swallow it to the last drop, her stomach filling with the disgusting liquid.

Aurelia was forced to receive at least 20 loads of cum and twice as much golden showers in the upcoming two hours. She spilled out a great amount but even more found its way down to her stomach, filling her belly with the sweet human sperm and the acrid human urine. What was spilled out covered the wooden stab of her stocks under her chin and also dropped onto her legs. Her nostrils were filled with the awful stench also and being used as a party-toilet was hundred times worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life. When the party was finally over and the guests had left, Aurelia felt like a used rag, like a totally used up and screwed out nothing.

"You bitch." she heard Adamar's voice again. “you will be taken to the slave market in the condition you are now! Whether the Hunter buys you or anyone else, people need to know you're an unfaithful runaway!" He spat into her mouth and left her where she was. But not alone. She heard as some people were moving around and made the cleaning of the party room.

"Hey.. Buddy... let's rape her... Adamar won't notice if there a bit more sperm, just look at her!"

"Shut the fuck up... jerk your cum into her mouth if you want, but I won't fuck that mouth... she is simply disgusting... I'm not a fucking homosexual spermophile..."

And Aurelia’s nightmare continued as one unwashed cock after another poured its load into her unwilling throat, until the whole cleaning team had passed over her. The party had ended late into the night and when the cleaning was finally over, the time had come to lead Aurelia to the auction.

Chapter VII – The slaves’ market

Aurelia was exhausted like never before in her life. She hadn't had any resting sleep since she awoke in the warehouse of Carrick City. She had been raped and tortured several times, she had faced horrors that reflected the deepest pits of hell. The future didn't seem bright as well, all of the happenings were out of her control and the wicked people gathered in the city of Ashagen predicted ultimate misery for the young agent.

Early in the morning she was released from the floor, every parts of her cruel bondage but her blindfold remained. She was dragged onto her feet by one of Adamar's guards and tossed outside the building. Her mates were already waiting outside, every girl she had left behind in the night was sitting on a small, two-wheeled cart. Two harnessed horses waited and Adamar was sitting right next to the coach. All of the other slaves looked beautiful, they were pampered in such a professional way, that even Jane looked attractive. They were not gagged or blindfolded and only a metal shackle on their left ankle tied them to the legs of their seats. Jane, Renata and Nina looked at Aurelia with horror and despite the hateful torture games forced on them by Adamar the three women's facial expression showed pity. Trixie looked into Aurelia's eyes and smiled, her eyes were flashing with gratification. Aurelia was taken to the cart and both of her ankles were chained to the seat.

She had been wearing the heavy stocks for several hours and her back and shoulders were screaming in pain. Her arms were knotted with cramps and her wrists and neck showed signs of chaffing. No amount of twisting or pushing could alleviate her predicament anymore. She was really a mess and her sweaty, greasy, smelly, filthy look seemed even worse when contrasted with the allure of her cart mates. Her face was particularly hideous, covered with a irregular, yellowish crust of dried cum, locks of auburn hair matted to her cheeks and forehead. Her breath was stinking like a sewer hole, and indeed it was almost the function she had provided for the last couple of hours. In addition, Aurelia was utterly exhausted and depressed. The lack of sleep was beginning to show up on her usually strong figure. But arguably the most depressing was that, although she had gathered a lot of intelligence about this place, she had failed to contact the Agency. The prospects of breaking free were even weaker now that she had already done it once. She would probably be guarder with special precaution, as she was already experiencing it.

Tiredness, pain and fear worked together to instillate the first drops of doubt in the young spy usually confident mind. Would she succeed? Would she escape from this hell? Would she do it unscathed?

"Go!" the slave trader said and the cart began to move. Four guards escorted them, walking on both sides of the cart as they rolled out to the street. With her face forced to stare upward, Aurelia had to contort her whole torso in order to look around herself. The wide ring gag was preventing her from talking with her companions. Unlike during the night, there were much more people in the street despite the early hour. The cart headed towards the square where Aurelia had seen the six burnt women. They passed the house where she had been recaptured and the poor, dehydrated girl stared at them with senseless eyes. They rolled through the square and Aurelia realized that the last suffering girl had finally died. The awful stench of burnt human flesh could be smelled as they moved between the frames. Renata started to cry when she realized how cruelly burnt the women were, but Trixie stared at the roasted legs as if she was seeing some kind of attraction. They drove along several other streets and through other squares. On almost every spot, naked and tortured female bodies were forced into various positions. Cages with slaves were hanging from walls or from wooden posts, crucified women were moaning in pain. By the time they reached the huge square with the sign "Slave market", Aurelia had counted 20 corpses and 40 half-dead females along their route. Ashagen was the source of true evil.

The slave market was a large, egg-shaped square with dozens of small and large wooden platforms. Despite the early hour, several platforms were already filled with naked and mainly young women standing on them. Every slave trader had their own stage and minions. The dawn was cold and the slaves were trembling in the chilly air but their owners didn't pay any attention to their discomfort.

Adamar's platform was a medium-sized, one-meter-high, wooden stage which had a horizontal beam about 3 meters above it and three vertical poles. The cart parked behind the platform and the slaves were released from their seats. One by one, the guards lifted the girls and placed them directly onto the platform. Aurelia's mates were rowed on the edge of the platform, their ankle shackles were chained to iron rings embedded into the wooden surface. Aurelia however suffered a much more extreme treatment. Adamar stepped to her, grinning evilly.

"Stick out your tongue, unfaithful cunt!" he said. A guard assisted him and showed a cruel hook to the agent. "We can do this the easy or the hard way. You decide..." Adamar said in a sinister voice.

Aurelia had not much choice. She could not hope to fight or flee, restrained as she was now, and with her mouth kept wide open by the ring gag, she could not even protect her tongue. Accordingly, she timidly stuck her tongue out of her gaping mouth. It was still coated with semi-dry sperm as she had not been able to produce enough saliva to wash out the sticky, foul gooey.

With a grimace of disgust, the guard grabbed her tongue at its base with a vice grip and pulled it out a little further. He then approached the hook and Aurelia, her eyes crossed over her protruding tongue, began to moan and flare her nostrils in terror. Deliberately, the guard pierced the hook through the tip of the wiggling, sensitive organ. The pain shot through the secret agent’s head and she screamed to the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the gathering crowd on the square.

The guard let go off the tongue but deftly tied a thin rope to the hook. The rope was dropped over the horizontal post and a guard started to pull until Aurelia had to push her tongue as far as she could. Her face was forced upwards and she also had to rise on her tiptoes as her hooked tongue was forced higher and higher. When Adamar was satisfied by her tongue stretching, he waved to the guard and the rope was secured. The poor girl was standing on the very tip of her luscious toes desperately attempting to keep her balance. Her tongue was stretched to the maximum, the hook piercing her tongue caused her extraordinary pain. The sperm dried on her face and around her lips, after having been forced to drink litres of cum and piss. Her stomach was fuller than ever before. Aurelia pissed herself as the cruel tongue stretching reached its maximum and she was exposed in such a cruel way. Her previous tongue-leash experience seemed almost pleasurable according to the terrifying feeling she felt, standing on tiptoes.

"Good... this will teach you what a runaway deserves here." Adamar murmured.

Moaning, Aurelia was tottering on the tip of her toes, her calves clenched, to allow her the longest extension her body could offer. She kept her feet and legs snug together for the same reason. But still, the traction on her tongue was painful. Tears came to her eyes and she tried to beg for mercy. Of course, with her lips stretched thin, her jaws parted wide and her tongue pulled out, the sounds she uttered were very far removed from any syllable human beings usually proffered.

Accidentally or not, Trixie was Aurelia's neighbour again and the fallen queen watched her suffering with increasing attention. Trixie's limbs were free and only one ankle was secured to the floor so the wicked lesbian had quite a large space to move. As if by accident, Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's toes with her cherry-red painted toes and giggled in a low voice when Aurelia swung slightly from the sudden attack.

As the sun crawled higher on the sky, the slave market slowly filled with people. Every platform got into use as the snoozing slave traders arrived and soon the first customers appeared around the square. Men and women of all ages and in various style of clothing swarmed the market. Although Aurelia had to keep her face towards the sky, she managed to glance around sometimes and the sight was that of a strange carnival. She saw roman citizens like Adamar and his men, Arabian sheiks wearing turbans, Nazi officers, medieval inquisition torturers, cowboys and even dark Jedi’s, but several citizens wore regular clothes or modern BDSM-style latex outfits. Ashagen was the melting-pot of all possible fetishes and styles, the place was really free from any conventional regularities.

The chill of the dawn had left place to the heat of the day as the sun had been darting its rays on the market place. The slaves were regularly given iced water and sprayed with cool brume in order to keep them as fresh and good-looking as possible. Most slaves at least, but some were denied such commodities. Aurelia was of course among them. Not a drop of water was allowed her and she was now pouring sweat all over her glistening body. Her mouth, lips and tongue were parched and crackled. Her eyes, forced to stare at the blindingly blue sky were aching as well. Several flies were crawling of buzzing around her taut body, licking her sweat and making her crazy from the urge to scratch the itching. Her legs were trembling with exhaustion and the shaking propagated to her whole body, causing tremendous pain in the tearing base of her tongue.

Several customers stopped at Adamar's platform and had a look at the slaves, some of them even climbed the stairs to the stage and inspected the girls closer.

"Look at that bold black bitch... what lips she has... she might be able to deep-throat a horse with them..." a Disney-like princess said to the man walking with her.

"Guys... the first class cunt must have done something wrong... her legs are trembling as if she were being electrocuted... I wonder if she will fall and tear her tongue out..." a young man wearing a Nazi colonel suit told to his friends. Everyone in the small group laughed.

Adamar stepped to every potential customer and greeted them warmly.

"Oh Mister Osakawa! Nice to see you again. How is your wife? Ohhh... I condole with you on her death; she was so young and fresh. Are you looking for another fortunate maid? I have perfect merchandise for such purposes."

"The blonde bitch is 50.000 $ Mr Kowalski, but I know how much you love huge breasts. I shall never forget the fantastic tit steak we ate at your last party. But she has no real tits... maybe I can offer you the black bitch, she is much cheaper but her breasts are fatty and supple... ohhh... I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like black-skinned meat..."

Once when Adamar was busy with a customer and not a single person was inspecting the stage, Aurelia felt Trixie's finger slowly probing her anus.

"Aurelia... my love..." Trixie whispered. "You cannot imagine how deep in love I'm with you..." she said as her index finger found Aurelia's shit hole. She forced her bony finger inside causing Aurelia to swing out slightly. The helpless Aurelia could only moan in feeble protest at the unwanted caress.

"I wanted you so much..." Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's baby toe with her big toe and increased the pressure. Aurelia moaned louder, unable and unwilling to move her foot away from the nasty stomping, too scared at the idea of having her tongue torn from her throat.

"You cannot imagine how much I was craving for your tongue in my moist pussy..." she raked her sharp toenail against Aurelia's almost vertical sole tickling the wrinkled sole. Aurelia’s whole body shook as the vicious clawing activated automatic reflexes in her foot. She grunted in protest, glaring at Trixie from the corner of her blinking and dry eyes, hoping to drive her away. Trixie's eyes were burning in crazy desire. She didn't intent to move away or leave Aurelia alone. Trixie caught her chance to torment a girl and she did her best.

"You cannot know how much I wanted you to fist my pussy." Trixie forced another finger into Aurelia's ass. The cover agent felt her sphincter forced painfully wider. She clenched her buttocks, which made her lose her balance. She yelped as she felt the pull on her tongue increasing to an inhuman level. Her eyes were bulging out in sheer terror. She was going to be reduced to muteness. She waved her yoked arms, clenching the air with her fingers, vainly trying to brace herself against some support. Realising what was about to happen, Trixie hooked her fingers firmly inside her victim’s anus and pulled upwards, helping her to regain her footing.

"Your tongue is so sexy, do not wiggle too much, it would be a real loss to lose it..." she removed her fingers from the agent's anus wiped clean her digits on Aurelia's stretched and exposed tongue. "No matter what happens... this is not the last time we face each other." Trixie promised before having to withdraw from teasing Aurelia as Adamar returned onto the stage. With a final bitchiness Trixie kicked hard the top Aurelia's foot making the girl swing out almost to the point where her tongue would be torn. Aurelia let out a long moan. Her tongue was smeared with her own shit and the foul taste added to her misery. Before long, big, green flies landed on her tongue and adventured inside her mouth, looking for more food to feast upon. Aurelia was overwhelmed with disgust and retched and blew, attempting to scare the flies away. But the smart insects soon realised the helplessness of their victim and did not even mind to take off anymore.

Aurelia was trembling there already for hours and she knew that the fight was close to its end. Her legs, ankles and especially her toes were throbbing sharply and despite her special training the fatigue was overwhelming her. She knew that the root of her tongue would not be able to hold the weight of her body without major damages. But suddenly something happened. A couple arrived and the exhausted woman did not remarked them until she heard a known female voice.

"Ohhh yesss... this is her... the girl with the most beautiful feet I have ever seen..." the voice said. Aurelia fixed her eyes onto the arrival and realized that Laura, the woman who had performed her pampering stood smiling before Adamar's stage. Unlike the rest of the slave market's attendants, she had quite an everyday outfit on. She had in company a tall, dark-haired man who stood next to her wearing jeans and white shirts. The couple walked closer and Adamar hurried before them.

"Laura darling... how nice to see you again! You did a great job last night with the slaves... they're dazzlingly beautiful." he greeted the woman. "Greetings to you too... Sir..." he addressed his next words to the dark haired man. The man had pale, cold eyes. Aurelia knew those eyes.

"Good morning Mylord... it seems you were unable to resist the urge and caused her severe damage..." the man - who acted as a ninja during the night - replied.

"She deserved that!" Adamar barked and spat towards the suffering Aurelia. "And you should buy her immediately or she might loose a tongue..." the trader said.

"No... you would never ruin the condition of your most valuable goods, Mylord... so she is relatively safe... but it doesn't matter from now. Here we go." the ninja said and handed two bunches of money to Adamar before removing one banknote. "199.000$, Mylord. There is a hole on her tongue... that decreases her value..."

"God damn you, valuable customer..." Adamar hissed and took the money. "Take her away!"

"You owe me the spiked heels, Mylord, you know how expensive quality torture equipment is these days." the ninja stretched Adamar's patience even more.

"On that cart behind the platform... young man! My men will handle the cunt for you... now leave my place... you are as annoying as you are a good hunter..." Adamar waved the man away. Aurelia's rope was cut and the poor girl collapsed on the platform. Her head knocked against the hard wooden surface but finally the continual threat of losing her tongue eased. Aurelia raised her head dazedly and faced Trixie's red painted toes at very close distance. The wicked woman pushed her sole against Aurelia's lips and still outstretched tongue and as she bent her toes she forced the toes inside Aurelia's mouth. It was just for a short moment, but Trixie smiled victoriously. Aurelia coughed and turned her face away, spitting the dust that Trixie’s sole had collected on her way to the slave market.

Aurelia was dragged to her feet and by two guards she was soon dropped from the platform, landing at the feet of the man. He stepped closer and with the tip of his shoe he forced Aurelia's face upwards. He removed the ring from her mouth, which was followed by a large amount of saliva and foul liquids, dirty remains of her humiliating night.

"Poor thing. I wonder how many loads you have swallowed... did you count?"

Aurelia lifted her eyes toward him and answered “I’ve lost the count after 30”.

"Sounds like you have a really deep gullett... that will be useful, keep it ready." the man replied.

The spiked high heels were dropped next to Aurelia. The man nodded to Adamar's guard and the shoes were soon strapped on the girl's feet. As she was moaning in the dust she saw that Laura was talking to Adamar and the slave trader pointed towards Trixie several times and also said something about Aurelia as well. Laura was smiling and after some further discussion, she handed Adamar a bunch of money. The guards began to release Trixie from her bonds as Laura walked from the platform and headed towards the ninja.

"She is yours... I mean ours now..." she said. "I also bought her rival, I feel we can turn their relation into great fun." she laughed. At these words, Aurelia sighed. “I’ll never get rid of that horny lesboe!” she tought.

"You are wrong, Laura. She is MINE though I owe you some money. And you will be repaid, do not worry" the man replied.

"Oh come on Tyros... I've angeled your craving for this beauty so you can't keep her totally for yourself. You must grant me the right to play with her." Laura replied.

"I grant you what we have agreed... as long as you leave her and especially her feet intact." Tyros nodded.

"We will see, my dear... we will see... so can I visit you this evening, as we agreed?"

"You are always welcome, Laura, but leave your pedicurist kit at home... I don't want to see a single pin or needle..."

"See you around seven!" Laura replied and left them as she walked back to Trixie who was already collared and chained. Her hands were chained behind her back and her ankles were linked by two feet of heavy chain. The man took Aurelia's tongue rope and tugged on it.

"Stand up, you already know how this works. Keep your heels up and do not loose your balance... we're going to walk a lot." he ordered.

Aurelia forced her trembling legs to function again and she managed to get on her feet, bracing on the heavy piece of timber locked around her neck and wrists. The last part, when she had to stand on her nail-heeled “shoes” was awkward as she had immediately to balance on the ball of her feet. Her tired calves cringed as she found herself once again in that awful position. Aurelia had never been a great adept of high-heels. She preferred sneakers and gym shoes and put on 1- or 2-inch heels only on particular occasions. She had never had the opportunity to train the particular set of muscles used to walk on huge heels all day long. She was quickly making up for the time lost though.

She was standing on her toes, panting, her strong, slender, curvaceous body glistening in the sun, her proud breasts heaving, with her arms stretched on both sides of her head. Trixie looked at her from feet to head and blinked at her, whispering “I told you, didn’t I?” Aurelia glared at her and whispered back through her gag “’eave me a’one ‘ow, you shtu’id ‘yke”.

"You will beg me to let you love my body, I swear..." Trixie hissed.

“’e’er!” answered Aurelia, anger swelling inside her.

Tyros noticed the low-voice altercation and grinned. Laura was right: this pair would provide a lot of fun. And just now this gave him an idea to entertain the journey while maintaining the hate that sparkled between the two slaves. Tugging on Aurelia’s tongue leash, he pulled it between Trixie’s buttocks, up her slit and snapped it to a toothed clamp he had just pinched on her clitoris. The leash was so short that Aurelia had to stay bent at the waist, with her nose but centimetres from Trixie’s luscious buttocks.

"Do not talk unless you are asked, slaves. No matter what happens. Enjoy the journey!" he said and slapped Trixie’s ass and Aurelia's face with the same strike. "Go!" Laura joined them as they headed towards the exit of the market and smiled at the funny sight of the two women's quite comical efforts to move at minimum pain.

"Aren't they charming little angels?" Laura asked Tyros. "Just look at them, they seem in love with each other."

The walk was really long and Aurelia suffered much. Although her toes and muscles could rest a bit while she had been laying on the dirt, the exhausting fight for her tongue had made her every tendon burning. Tyros was walking on the girl’s right and whenever she stopped or slowed he slapped her or Trixie’s ass. The two girls could not maintain an equal pace and they kept moaning all the time, with sharper yelps whenever a clitoris or a tongue got a harsher yank. But Aurelia’s was the most dreadful situation. Bent over, she had still to maintain her balance on the cruel heels threatening her soles while supporting the heavy yoke on her sore shoulders. She was drooling profusely on the ground and her breasts kept bouncing under her heaving chest, animated by her arrhythmic strides.

Anger was building in Trixie's heart. Aurelia kept yanking her clit and the fallen queen emitted pain-brought yelps, and each time her anger got even larger. Aurelia should have been the one who had to keep the pace as she was behind. That stupid bitch, she tugged on the leash again and again and Trixie felt renewed hatred. Hate and love, two opposing feelings harmonized together in her heart towards Aurelia. Trixie wanted to have the other woman and she wanted her to suffer. Suddenly she forgot to raise her left foot and as Aurelia stepped forward her foot collided withTrixie's ankle. The kick must have hurt but due to the sudden stumble, Aurelia's heel pushed against the spikes hardly, the sharp pointed needles punctured her skin and penetrated her tender flesh.

Aurelia yelped in pain and kicked her foot up to relieve the pain in her heel. The movement made her straighten her back a little and she yanked hard on Trixie’s clitoris and on her own tongue. But the points did not get out of her sole and Aurelia had to shake her foot frantically to free it. This caused further shaking of the connecting chain and more complaints from Trixie.

"Stop that, bitches!" Tyros ordered and he slapped hardly against Trixie's cheek leaving a red mark on her skin.

As they left the slave market and walked along several streets, Aurelia discovered hundreds of other slaves led by their owners. She saw girls whose arms and legs had been amputated at the elbows and knees and who were crawling like sick dogs. She saw a chariot pulled by four women who were dressed like ponies. Soon she was forced to consider that her own misery was far from the worst.

After half an hour of that painful walk, they finally stopped at the door of a small and dirty house. Tyros separated the slaves and turned to Laura.

"Take your new purchase to your home and see you around seven. We'll be waiting for you." he said goodbye to Laura. "Seven." the woman replied and gently gripped Trixie's ass. "Go baby, go." The slave and her mistress left them alone.

Chapter VIII - Piercings

Tyros knocked at the house's door and a very small, wrinkled, Asian man opened it.

"My friend, come in, I was waiting for you!" the small man invited them into the dark room. The equipment was more than strange but finally she figured out why the place was so familiar: it was the copy of a very strange tattoo saloon. Right in the middle of the room a huge metal chair was standing, that was a hybrid between a dentist and a gynaecological chair.

Tyros freed Aurelia’s tongue, grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit onto the cold iron seat, whose seat had a large hole in the middle. With the small Asian’s help first her left leg was forced in place, at about chest height, and her ankle was strapped tight. The other leg was immobilized in the same way and soon she found her waist and her chest under her gorgeous breasts also strapped. The wooden stock was removed but before she could do anything with her arms, the two men's joined to strap her wrists on her sides. They needed all their strength to force down her right arm, as Aurelia tried her best to break free. Her muscles bulged fiercely, she groaned like a panther and sweat poured from her dirty skin as she fought for her freedom. But with her left arm and her neck still locked in the heavy yoke, she had little purchase. Finally the four men’s arms won the struggle and her right wrist was strapped down. Exhausted and desperate, she could not oppose such a ferocious fight with her left arm. Finally her neck was also tightly pinned down. She was now unable to move any part of her body but her fingers and toes, and slightly her neck although that caused serious pain in her throat. Still, she groaned and clenched her muscles, which formed bulges and knots under her shiny skin.

"Nice and strong specimen" said the Asian, “although she stinks like a sewer”.

"Nice indeed, Master Torana. Actually she is one of the best you could ever meet." Tyros replied.

"So, what will be her fate? How do you want her prepared?"

"Well, you must apply every piercing for a full time arena slave. No need to ring everywhere but the holes must be really secured. I also need some security implant for her. Examine her nails, Master. She escaped from Adamar's training gym and she did that with those nails. I've examined what she did and the leather straps were cut through as if she had been wearing scalpels instead of sheer horn. She is something special and I want to ensure she will remain with me for as long as I want. Do you have any suggestion?" the ninja asked. The small man bent over Aurelia's hands and flexed her fingers, examining her fingernails from close distance. He did the same with her toes and rubbed his chin.

"This girl is a living weapon, my friend. I've heard about such body modifications but never seen with my own, old eyes. Maybe the charlatans at the Mengele Institute could have done this to her but as you mentioned she is new in the city... very interesting. This girl was prepared for something extreme I can tell you. If you can make her compete in the arena, she will earn you fucking lot money. I would implant my very own CuntRol device. It is a bit larger than the high tech waste at the Mengele, but more secure and more reliable. You can shock her anytime if needed with a small signaller and it can work at one-kilometre distance. No need to recharge, the device collects its charge from her body heat and once activated she will be shocked by the inner discharge. They usually puke and release bladders and intestines and also remain knocked out for long minutes. The signal is individual so nobody else can influence your slave. It must be implanted into her pelvis right next to the spine but I can do that very easily."

"Sounds good... you know how much I prefer your skills to the Mengele's high tech stuff. Could you also replace her canine teeth with artificial vampire teeth? Not only for the visual desire but that could also prove useful in the arena." Tyros asked.

"Well... if you don't want to rape her mouth too much I can change her whole denture into a shark jaw."

"Ohh noo... just her canine teeth... I have some weakness for predatory women."

"Not a problem... vampire teeth. So we're going to ring her whole body... nostrils, upper and lower lips on three spots each, her tongue... this one seems done already but I suggest another ring closer to the root. Nipples and belly button, clitoris, inner and outer labia, five spots each, and if I remember well, two rings would be useful too on both sides of her asshole. At this stage fingers and toes shouldn't be ringed but only when needed for the competition. Should I use anaesthetics?"

"Why? Do you have any?"

"Hehehe... sure I don't.. this is Ashagen! Also, I notice that you have placed nail-shoes on her feet. Would you like me to put more permanent heels? I can screw a long nail into each of her heel bones, which will leave her no choice but walking on tip toes. This is delightful, I assure you. And it is even better when combined with studs screwed into the balls of the feet. It really makes them dancing! Ha ha ha! And maybe Achilles’ tendons ring as well? The kind that drag on the ground when unattended. That’s the must for runaway slaves: these rings keep bouncing up and down when they run, bouncing against the bones and yanking on the flesh.”

"Not yet... you offer me very seductive opportunities, but now I need her to be able to compete at maximal effectiveness. No need to worry, after her first competitions in the arena more extreme preparations will be needed and I will suggest the other kennel owners some of those additions. But not now. I want to make out lots of money before she gets crippled too much.

“As you wish, Sir. And now, about her breasts, the fashion is now to set very large rings through the very flesh of the tits, in addition to the regular nipples rings. Or even a steel rod piercing them both through and through. And maybe a ring or rod through the septum of her nose? What do you thing of that?” added the Asian man, his eyes sparkling with cruelty. If he had been left the choice, Aurelia’s body would soon be hidden under a thick layer of steel rings and rods.

"Yes, the septum ring sounds like a good idea and as I inspected, there is already a hole, make her by be bull, Master. The tits shouldn't be pierced such roughly yet, but in time everything will come... But I've almost forgotten something important... you should tattoo her temple with my kennel sign too, I want everyone to know that she belongs to me!"

"Sorry sir, what is your sign?"

"A human female body with panther head roasting in the middle of sparkling flames."

“Let's start, this will take the rest of the day!" the Asian man laughed and put on plastic gloves.

"No need to hurry, Master Torana. I want quality job." the ninja said and took a seat in front of the strapped and wide open legged Aurelia.

Aurelia had listened to this sickening conversation with growing anguish. Her body was going to be permanently marked, once more. And if what she had just heard was indeed true, the tattooing of her forehead would soon seem a little girl make-up exercise.

"Hmmm... let's see... very pretty nose..." the Asian man said holding a long metallic needle in his hands which had a rubber cover at the blunt end. He switched on a gas burner and held the needle into the flame until its surface was completely antiseptic. He stepped to Aurelia and grinned at her, gripped her jaws and slowly approached the needle from her septum. The hot metal touched Aurelia's nose, the remaining dried sperm around that spot evaporated within a moment and Torana pushed the pointed end through the thin, half- healed tissue. The pain shot through Aurelia’s nose and seemed to explode in her brain. It radiated from the sensitive nerves in her septum and caused incredible agony. Tears poured from the clenched eyes of the proud agent.

His strong grip held the face steadily and without a pause he also punctured the girl's flaring nostrils, small puffs of smoke fought towards the ceiling. Finally he removed the needle and admired his handiwork.

"Perfect little holes at perfect locations, her rings will show perfect symmetry. Let her flesh cool down a bit..." he laughed. Aurelia’s tear-filled eyes were crossing on her throbbing nose, as she tried to evaluate the damages done. But her blurred vision did not allow her a clear view. She hoped the Agency’s surgical surgeons would be able to repair her nose. Torana reheated the needle and also burnt down the drops of blood before he returned to Aurelia's face.

"What a kiss-begging lips you have, darling... I’ll make them even more attractive." he took a pincer and pinched Aurelia's upper lip with it and began to stretch the soft tissue far from her mouth.

“Aouch!” cried Aurelia, trying her best to escape the strong grip and scared to death by what was going to happen.

"Don't struggle! Let it happen, it will be easier for both of us." he said and pierced the lip right where the red, tender and fatty part ended. He punctured the soft tissue mercilessly right in the middle under Aurelia's nose and he also made two other holes on both sides, near the corners of her mouth. He released the pliers’ cruel grip and heated the needles again.

"You will look beautiful, darling; you will see a totally new face next time you look into a mirror."

Torana enjoyed his work. His eyes were flashing and he drooled like a lunatic as the holes were burnt into Aurelia's lips. After the three holes in her upper lip Torana went to work on her lower lip too creating the holes in the opposite spots. He yanked on the girl's lips hard every time the whining agent struggled against her bonds and made the straps cut into the flesh of her very own throat as she managed to turn her head a centimetre away, but Torana's rough yanks returned her head to the original position immediately. Smoke rose and some drops of half-roasted blood landed on Torana's grinding face after every hole made, and finally he was over with the girl's lips. Snot was flowing from the girl's nose, her eyes were red and showed the pain and humiliation she was forced to endure.

"Let's ring 'em while the iron is hot... I'm curious how does my metal circles look on her face!" Torana whispered in overwhelming sadistic lust. He brought a bunch of different iron rings to the girl and threw them onto Aurelia's flat abdomen. Every ring was shiny clean but the sizes both in diameter and thickness varied on a wide range. Torana picked up two smaller rings and with a pair of strange pliers he opened one of them. The device was designed explicitely for opening and closing this kind of metal rings and Torana inserted one ring’s open end into Aurelia's nostril, made it turn and with a single movement closed it shut. He repeated the process on the other nostril and stepped back for a moment. He held a small mirror before Aurelia's face and laughed.

"Look at that... what a lovely piercing you have darling, and this is only the beginning..."

Aurelia’s eyes opened wide at the sight. Her nose was framed with two ugly rings pierced in her nostrils. It reminded her of the race she had seen on Ashagen TV and she shivered at the thought. She was being prepared for the same purpose. Her mouth too was lined with red holes. Futilely, she pulled on her restraints, squirming helplessly on the rack. “Please,” she begged, “do not disfigure me any more!”.

A much larger and thicker ring was opened and Torana inserted it into Aurelia's septum with great pleasure. At least that was a familiar experience for the girl and Torana's ring proved much easier in comparison to the one she had been forced to wear in Dhonko's truck.

The ring was heavy. She could feel it dangling from her raw septum, and resting on her lips. It was so large that it touched her lower lips. Aurelia sobbed. The first two rings might still have passed for some deviant jewellery, but this ring was obviously for one purpose alone: bondage and humiliation. It would announce her slave status in even clearer words than the tattoo on her forehead. Again, she crossed her eyes and was horrified by the size of the ring.

Finally the six holes in her lips were ringed too, and the period of time while the rings were inserted gave Aurelia some time to rest. Having the ring embedded was significantly less painful than having the holes punctured. The six lip-rings were small but sturdy, although they did not disturbed the girl as much as the three rings in her nose. She could feel them, slightly parting her lips where they entered her mouth. She could feel them with her tongue inside. She imagined how she should now look like a freak. She remembered the shocked impression she had felt when first she had seen Jane, the tattooist girl. This was the kind of reaction she would be producing on peoples from now on.

"Now let's use these rings to provide access to the oral cavity, if I remember well, we have to work on her tongue and teeth too." Torana said and bent a strange attachment of the chair in front of Aurelia's face. It was similar to a dentist's chair's reflector although it was fancied with six, hanging, thin chains. Torana clamped the small hooks at the end of the chains to Aurelia's lip-rings, and pushed a button on the side of the chair. The chains started to shorten with metallic clings and soon Aurelia's lips were forced into a widening circle as the chains pulled the rings. She gasped, feeling her lips stretched. She opened her mouth and stretched it wider and wider, following the diverging tug of the chains. The widening went on for long seconds until the girl felt that her mouth reached the maximum stretching, her jaws were wide open. For her utter chill the chains pulled further and further and her lips were slowly forced into an unnaturally wide and extremely painful position, the tissues were stretched beyond the point where the jaws could follow them and the lips departed far from her teeth. Finally the pulling stopped and Aurelia felt like her whole face was in fire. Torana showed the mirror to her again, and she had to face the grotesquely grinding mask of herself, like she was sketched by an insane cartoon maker. Her perfect, flashing-white teeth were fully discovered, down to the last molar at the back of her mouth. Her gums were glistening in the violent light. Her lip flesh was stretched so thin and far that she looked white and almost translucent. Her eyes offered a mix of pain and terror. She could not move her face or her jaws a millimetre. She was drooling profusely. Beads of cold sweat were rolling down her face. Her tongue was trembling in the wide open cavern of her mouth. She wondered whether her lips would ever recover their original shape or whether they would stay drooping for the rest of her life.

In the midst of agony and pain, a faint sparkle of lucidity was wondering whether the mad dentist would notice the treatment her teeth had been given. A special dentist of the Agency had first polished the surface of her teeth to make them thinner. Then he had applied several layers of strengthened cement. It was a material that was very similar to natural ivory but whose strength was close to that of steel. Her front teeth and her canines had been filed so as to be able to cut through rope and even thin cables. Her special teeth had saved her at several occasion in past missions, allowing her cut her restraints with her teeth. In this mission, she had always been gagged in some way or another and had not yet been able to make use of them. But still it remained one of her best hope of escape.

"As you can feel darling I have quite an easy access to your mouth now. I strongly suggest you obey my commands without hesitation. Now, let me see your tongue, stick it out!"

Aurelia was too conscious of her helplessness to fight. She had no hope of escaping now and it seemed a better strategy to comply so as to get out of the claws of this sadist as early as possible. Thus, she stuck out her already-pierced tongue, wondering what was in store for her.

Torana grabbed the very tip of Aurelia's tongue with forceps and pulled her tongue until the girl's tongue was stretched as hardly as earlier on the slave market.

"Help me, boy!" he told to Tyros. "Prepare a needle, take it from the tray and heat it up, we don't want the beauty suffer any infection." The ninja did as he was told and soon handed Torana the hot needle. With his free hand Torana inserted the iron into the bloody hole on Aurelia's tongue. Hissing sounds came from her flesh and she squeaked in a very high-pitched voice, Torana had to tighten his muscles to hold the struggling tongue in place. He moved the needle in and out several times in the hole, gore evaporated and small flesh-chunks were burnt down as he treated the hole with that cruel but effective method. When the hole was finally rounded perfectly and every broken tissues were burnt enough to stop bleeding Torana smiled. "I suggest a ring instead of any other piercing, if it is wide enough in diameter to pass the tip of her tongue you can immobilize her tongue anytime you want." he said and Tyros nodded. So soon a huge, metal ring was embedded into Aurelia's tongue. It was at least 4 centimetres in diameter. Torana’s special ring-closer pliers did their task and the sturdy ring was permanently closed around the agent's tongue.

Aurelia had been moaning all the time her tongue had been stretched out of her gaping mouth, tears pouring from her wide-open eyes. As soon as Torana let her tongue go, she pulled it back in the fallaciously protective cavern of her mouth. She felt the heavy ring weighing the tip of her tongue and it rattled against her teeth as she pulled it in. The ring was so big it was unpractical as it rested inside her mouth. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak or to eat normally with it.

"Now it's time to deal with her canine teeth as you ordered!" Torana said and Aurelia's new tongue-ring had its use immediately. Through a hook another chain was attached to the ring and Torana stretched it until the poor girl's tongue was pulled out from her mouth, pressed hardly against her lower jaw.

Aurelia groaned again as the bottom of her tongue was grinding against her sharp lower teeth. The awful stretch made her retch and gag helplessly, until she managed to accustom herself to the difficult situation.

"Wow... her mouth and throat stinks like the dingiest toilet, and there are still dried layers of sperm on her gums..." Torana murmured as he bent closer and inspected her teeth. "Man! Look at this!" he shouted and invited Tyros closer to have a look into the girl's mouth. "Look at the teeth, especially at their surface!" he said. "The bitch is really transformed into some heavy weapon! Not only her nails but her teeth are also extraordinary" he explained and tapped a tooth with his pliers. "Hear that? This is some kind of cement, but hard like steel... I think she might be able to bite through rock not to mention your cock..." he grinned. "Be careful with this little wench, she is something special and you might find it too hard to keep her under control! Let me remove all of her teeth... that would be safer." Aurelia had a hiccup and her face seemed even more scared. She was afraid that her secret identity was going to be discovered. She would have to kill these two guys as soon as possible to prevent her secret to spread wider.

"No... I know how to handle that. Follow my order and replace only the two upper canine teeth." Tyros replied and he walked behind Aurelia. He squatted and began to whisper into the girl's ear.

"You owe me a lot, baby... for now you should have some idea about what would already have happened to you if someone like Adamar or Torana were your owner..." he said and playfully bit her ear. Aurelia just grunted in replay. She could not even turn her head to look at him. What was going to happen was feeling her heart with anguish. She was vainly trying to close her mouth, stretching her lips some more and yanking forcefully on her restraints.

Torana took evil-looking pliers into his hand, opened and closed them before Aurelia's eyes. He reached into her mouth with the pliers and took a firm grip on Aurelia's canine tooth. "This gonna hurt like hell. Feel free to transform your pain into any voice you can produce" Torana said and suddenly he started to pull on the tooth. Aurelia's vision busted into harsh, violent light, the pain that hit her was beyond every human limit. Torana wanted her to feel that pain as long as possible. He worked on her tooth for a long time, pulled on hard before he started to twist it left and right. For short seconds he also let the tooth rest before he yanked on it again, every time pulling it a bit farther from the root. The nerves in her tooth radiated a big amount of pain and it grew even larger when Torana started to screw the tooth around. Blood spurted from under the tooth but nobody paid attention to it, Aurelia was suffering and the two men were enjoying the cruel role-play of wicked dentistry. Long minutes of unspeakable agony passed with the slow pulling, twisting, screwing and yanking until Troana finally decided to finish the game. With a final and hard yank he tore the root and nerves from Aurelia's jaw and showed up victoriously the bloody but totally perfect tooth.

Aurelia was reduced to a crying, screaming, trembling piece of broken meat. Her upper jaw was throbbing and she could still hear the atrocious creaking sounds in her skull. She could not believe agony could reach so high a summit. As her torturer brandished her tooth, she could not resist the need to explore the hole it had left in her denture. This sent a renewed shoot of pain as instead of delicate tongue flesh, it was the hard steel of the ring that touched her raw gum.

"That was great... " Torana said and placed the tooth onto a tray. "Maybe we should drill the removed teeth and stitch them onto a ring pierced on her body..." he said as he searched for a firm grip on Aurelia's other canine teeth. "Here we go!" he said and the torment was repeated. The second time was even worse for the poor girl, and Torana proved to be even crueller as he played with the strong, healthy tooth. That time he focused on fore and aft twisting instead of pulling on the tooth, he tried to loose the root while it was still embedded deep in Aurelia's gums. That method was even slower and although after a few minutes of diabolic twisting he had to pull and screw again as he did with the first tooth the pain what Aurelia had to endure exceeded the first tooth removal. Finally the second tooth was removed too, the final yank spurted blood-drops all across the girl's tied body and another healthy but removed tooth was held in front of her wide-open eyes.

The last bout of inhuman surgery had been too much. Aurelia had passed out as she could feel her tooth slowly torn from her jaw bone. Torana had to revive her with icy water poured over her face.

"Teeth are removed, but we still have teeth to implant." Torana laughed and left for a minute. When he returned he showed a small box to Tyros. "Choose the vampire teeth you want in her mouth." The ninja made his decision soon and Torana showed two, perfectly white ceramic like teeth to the girl. At the root both teeth had nails sticking out, the other ends of the teeth were unnaturally long and pointed, looked like real vampire teeth.

Through her tear-blurred eyes, Aurelia looked at the teeth. They seemed so long. They would either prevent her from closing her mouth completely or protrude beyond her upper lip. But what was scaring her was the size of the nail. It was going to be very deeply implanted in her jaw…

"After the removal the implanting won't be as painful as you might expect... I'm afraid your nerves are still dumb from the pain you got. Fortunately I have to drill your jawbone to make place for nails so at least it won't be pleasurable." Torana said as he placed a tube into Aurelia's mouth. "This sucks the drool and blood." he explained.

Aurelia tried to protest and plead with her torturer. But was could she do? Her mouth was spread so wide that her ringed lips were stretched very thing and immobile. Moreover, her tongue was stretched down and wrapped upon her lower teeth, totally interdicting its use. All she could utter were “aa… aa… aa….”. As for her face, she was so deformed by agony and fear that she could not emote anything more.

Torana stuffed gauze into the place of Aurelia's teeth in order to wipe the blood. He took a very sinister looking, shiny dentist drill and switched it on, held it in front of the girl's face. The thin, ribbed drill-bit emitted a high-pitched sound. He went to work and after removing the bloody pad of gauze from a hole he started to drill immediately, directly into the hole where Aurelia's tooth used to be. The drill ate the remaining flesh within seconds and suddenly hit the bone. Its sound turned to muttered and the pain of having her sensitive living bone drilled hit Aurelia like a tornado. She tried to shriek out loud and let the pain melt in her pain-laboured screams, but all she could do was yowling on very high pitched tone. The metal drill dug itself deeper into her jaw-bone and slivered the living tissue into light dust. Aurelie felt her whole skull vibrating and the churning sound was echoing so loud that she had the feeling of getting mad. Torana withdrew the drill and repeated the process in the other hole, introducing Aurelia to the living hell itself.

She heaved and suddenly the minimal content of her stomach was puked out, sticky gobs of half-digested sperm mixed with her digesting acids filled her forced-open oral cavity and flowed beside her stretched tongue onto her chin. Torana grimaced and stopped the drilling for a while.

"Stupid sluts... they always mess themselves..." he cursed and sucked the vomit with the vacuum tube. Then he went on with the drilling and soon the second hole was made too. Torana didn't give Aurelia any chance to regenerate or rest. He took one vampire-tooth and put it into place.

"I'm going to screw. The nail of the tooth is much thicker than the hole we've just drilled. Will take about 15-20 turns until it reaches the root but this will be much more stable than any other of your teeth, slut." Torana explained and he grabbed the vampire-tooth with a pliers-ended screwdriver. He got a firm grip on the tooth and started to screw inside the nail. He had to tighten his muscles and soon sweat started to flow from his forehead as he was fighting with Aurelia's jaw-bone again, this time using only human strength. After 5 minutes of sweating and screwing Torana stepped back and admired his handiwork. Aurelia’s jaw was throbbing and pain was pulsating through her whole head, flashing from the newly rooted tooth. She could not believe how much pain could be inflicted without causing her death. Never she had been confronted to so much agony.

"Perfect! How do you like it?"

"Very nice, Master Torana!" Tyros replied. She looks like a real predator with her new fang."

"Yes. She will often bite herself, mainly the tongue and the lips in the first days but after that she will be used to her new teeth and learn how to avoid any self-damage." Torana said as he began to work on the other tooth. Another 5 minutes of hard physical screwing took the second tooth in place.

Aurelia was trembling and babbling with intense agony. She was exhausted too, her muscles cramped from the fierce and desperate thrashing she had showed during the whole operation. The leather straps had left deep imprinting into her sweat-drenched skin. She was panting and drooling and hardly conscious. Barely, she could feel her new eye teeth resting on her lower lip.

"As I said, be careful! Her teeth are far from normal, I don't know who prepared this bitch but she seems to be the trainee of one of the most professional intelligence or criminal organization. She can easily bite through flesh and bone, and with her new teeth she could easily learn how to tear up arteries with a single bite."

"I know Master Torana, no need to remind me of her skills and specialities. That's why I have chosen her..." Tyros replied.

"You take the risk..." Torana turned around and began to wash out Aurelia's bloody mouth with a small shower tube. He also let the girl to swallow as many water as she could. "Let her rest a bit, I’ll make her tattoo before we go for her tits." he said. "A tattoo on her temple with your kennel sign, a human female body with a panther head roasting in the middle of sparkling flames. Right?"

"Yes, Master" The ninja replied and Torana started to work. It took him around 2 hours while he was working on Aurelia's forehead. The tattooing wasn't too painful, but her throbbing and aching and still stretched mouth made these hours hellish for the poor Aurelia. When Torana finally finished he smiled victoriously.

By now, in spite of the reviving water she had been allowed to drink, Aurelia was utterly exhausted and destroyed. She was still fighting her restraints, but weakly. She was still screaming, but coarsely, in a creaking voice. She had the impression she would never get out of this place, that she was going to be killed by pain, or that her skull was going to explode in thousand pieces.

"My masterpiece!" was all he said. He loosened the chains stretching Aurelia's face and also soon removed the hooks from her lips and tongue, so Aurelia finally could close her aching lips and withdraw her throbbing tongue. Torana showed her a mirror again. She gasped as she had to face her new appearance. Above her eyes the slave brand could be seen; on her right temple a quite high quality of Tyros's kennel sign was tattooed. A panther-headed, beautiful woman was surrounded with angry red flames and her unnatural position showed how much agony she had to endure. Three rings were hanging from her nose, the middle ring inserted through her septum was large and rested on her lower lip. Her lips weren't closed completely as another six rings were embedded into the soft flesh of her lips, the tip of two shiny white predatory teeth pushed through her lips, and even the her tongue-ring protruded between her lips. Aurelia was shocked. Tyros admired his slave and smiled.

"You're fantastic, my dear! I have never seen such a pretty pain-slave around Ashagen!" he said and tickled Aurelia's left sole.

"Now tell me, how do you like your new appearance? Please, be specific! I'm really curious about your opinion!" Tyros said and gently massaged Aurelia's toes as he was waiting for her answer.

Aurelia tried to answer and immediately she bit her lips with her fangs. Also, the heavy ring set in her tongue was pulling its tip down. Her lips were still aching from their piercing and were flabby from their long over-stretching. Her big nose ring rattled against those set in her upper lip and with her tongue one. All these unusual and painful sensations made quite unable to speak clearly. She rolled terrified eyes, realising what a freak she had been reduced to. Her face was shining with metal protrusions. She could both feel their weight and their itching. They were so ugly, lowering her to the level of cattle. They felt so permanent. The pain was still pulsating in her head and she could not bring her thoughts to organise themselves logically. For now, she was just a piece of throbbing flesh, scared to death, disgusted to nausea and extremely exhausted.

She babbled and drooled a few more incoherent words before renouncing to speak. She no longer felt human. She just wanted to cower in a small space and sleep and forget all that. Tyros stared into Aurelia's faces, his eyes were flashing with growing anger.

"I've given you an order, slave! You will soon understand how appreciative an owner I am, but refusal of my orders cannot be tolerated! Master Torana..." he turned to the Asian man. "Her mind is quite messed up, can you do something?"

"Sure I can, my friend! I wouldn't suggest any amphetamine, although that would wake her up and avoid further black-out but it would also make her pain nerves dull and she would become a ready-to-fight fury. I have my very own special mixture that will help her to keep a clear mind but doesn't influence her senses nor her physical attributes. Want a dose?"

"Yes, Master, I need to talk to her!" Tyros replied. Torana soon returned with a syringe and simply injected the content into Aurelia's arm. For seconds nothing happened but suddenly she felt like she was banged on the head with a hammer. Her vision blurred for some moments, she felt like she was sitting on a wild roller-coaster. The pain hadn't eased but got even worse, her senses sharpened suddenly. Tyros took a long needle and continued massaging Aurelia's left foot.

"I ask again, slave." Tyros said in a cold, sinister voice. "Tell me, what do you think of your new jewels and face?" he asked and touched the cold tip of the needle to Aurelia's big toe, right where her tastefully long toenail left the nail bed. Before she could say anything Tyros pushed the needle and the tip punctured her soft, sensitive nail bed, drawing blood immediately.

The sharp pain shot into Aurelia’s foot and spread up along her bound leg. After the torture her face had been subjected to, it seemed impossible that anything could be worse. But still the sensitive flesh under her big toe nail caused nearly the same agony. The poor girls muscles, tendons and veins bulged again, as though they wanted to tear her skin apart as she howled in pure agony once more, her voice getting coarse from so much howling.

“Oh, please, stop that! This is horrible! You are completely defacing me. Please, stop now and I swear I’ll be obedient” begged the young Agent, her sentence cut by sobs and moans. At least that was what she wanted to say. The result was something much more grotesque, mumbling, babbling, hard to understand because of all the metal that was weighing on her speaking organs.

"Wrong answer, slave! You must love everything I decide to be done to you. You must love and you must be grateful for every moment I spend with you whether it is painful or not." Tyros replied and pushed the needle deeper. Pain shook the girl's body as her sensitive nail bed was violated so roughly. The needle slid one centimetre deep under her toenail and even through the silver polish she could see the dark shape of it under her nail. "Let's give it a try again, how do you like your permanent makeup?"

Aurelia was sweating like a fountain, rivers of perspiration snaking down her shiny skin and dripping on the floor. She could feel the cruel needle grinding under her nail, causing mind-shaking agony. She was scared at the idea that her nail might be torn from her toe.

“I like it very much. This is very pretty” she managed to babble, her tongue rattling against her teeth, drooling abundantly on her chin.

"Almost good... I like your funny articulation..." Tyros laughed and Torana joined him. "But I still miss something... you're not a parrot to repeat what you have heard. I want honest feelings; I want to feel that you really LOVE what is happening to you. Fortunately I'm a very patient guy, so I enjoy teaching you and giving you motivation..." he said and twisted the needle under Aurelia's toenail. She screamed out, her ankle strained against the straps holding it in place. Her other toes wiggled wildly as fat blood drops fell from the wound. "Say it again, with joy, dear!" Tyros ordered and playfully tapped the needle sending new waves of pain through Aurelia's toe.

The girl’s heart sunk deeper into dark despair. This man was playing with her like a cat with a mouse. It seemed that the more she winced in agony, the crueller he got. The pain throbbing in her toe was tremendous, inhuman, mind-blowing. She could hardly think about anything else. The leather straps that were holding her down ware creaking as she pulled and yanked on them, to no avail. And she had again to speak, in spite of the difficulty her piercings added to that task. She would have wanted to pass out, but the substance Torana had injected in her veins was keeping her perfectly, cruelly lucid. She forced her mind to focus away from her agony and tried to think of something to say.

“Oh, Mr Tyros. I am so glad you offered me this wonderful jewellery. My beauty is revelled in it and I am most thankful for this wonderful gift” she mumbled, trying to look as sincere as she could.

"Good... I think we are ready, Master Torana! She is awake and almost acts like a trained slave. You can start with her breasts." Tyros said. He was smiling wildly and looked deep into the girl's teary eyes. He obviously enjoyed the situation and liked his victory over the woman.

“Oh my god” thought Aurelia at these words. The feeble instants of hope she had felt at the idea her torture might be ended were thoroughly devastated by the prospect of getting her breasts tackled with.

Torana took another needle and heated it up with his gas burner. Meanwhile Tyros removed the bloody metal from under Aurelia's toenail and poured some drops of raw spirit onto the girl's toe. Aurelia had no doubt about the sterilization effect as the liquid burnt itself inside her fresh wound and sent another flash of pain through her nerve system. Torana stepped to her chest and firmly grabbed her left breast. Aurelia began to tremble and moan, feeling the strong grip on her ample and firm bosom. The flesh was bulging between the deeply embedded fingers of the man.

"Hold your breath, bitch, we don't want this needle run into the wrong place, do we?" he asked as he pinched the areola right under the nipple making the pink and luscious nipple filled with blood and standing out proudly. He placed the heated needle against the nipple and started to push in slowly. Small puff of smoke raised as the metal slowly sank into Aurelia's soft flesh. The girl shrieked, Torana smiled, Tyros encouragingly caressed Aurelia's sole. Torana repeated the process on her other nipple, the poor girl was screaming that time on high voice. Torana didn't give her time and using his pliers he inserted two metals ring into both pierced nipples. The rings were thin but wide in diameter, unlike any usual piercing; they were almost as large Aurelia's open palm. She could not detach her eyes from them. They were so large. How could she wear any shirt or bra with that? She realised this was probably on purpose. All these cruel piercings would make her to stand out of the crowd if she ever managed to escape. Wearing clothes would be difficult and would hardly hide her freakiness now.

Aurelia's bellybutton was small, round and definitely pretty, the masterpiece of her obstetrician. And Torana was ready to ruin that too. Without emotions and with a heated, small hook he simply punctured the meat of Aurelia's belly right in the middle of the bellybutton. According to the pain she felt in her nipple that wasn't as intense but she had to cry out again as the hook mined a small tunnel in her meat. The open ring followed and was closed soon. It was at least small and almost pretty, but still protruded grotesquely from her flat belly.

"Let's make the pussy... it’s almost as enjoyable as the face..." Torana said to himself as he kneeled between the woman's wide spread legs. Tyros walked from her feet to her head to have a clear sight of what was coming.

“Oh, pwease, not down jhere! I cou’ not bear it” she pleaded, her nose ring clanging against her lips and tongue piercings. She tried to close her thighs and protect her feminine organs. But this was all in vain and she remained opened and helpless.

"My poor little slave... I can't spare this pain for you... be strong and tough, thousands of girl had to stand this before you... and as you already know this is still the most pleasurable sensation you can have here in Ashagen... hard duty to be a slave in a place like this." Tyros caressed the girl's face. "Take care, not to bite your lips too hard when you scream..." he finished and right before Aurelia's face he removed his cock from his pants. He started to stroke it slowly, very slowly, as Torana heated up another hook. Aurelia had already seen that cock; she remembered the taste of it when she had been mouth-raped after her recapture. The small and limp cock began to bulge and grow as Tyros played with himself... She could smell its acrid and sweaty odour. Tyros had obviously been creaming just at the sight of what had been done to her. Something dragged the girl's attention. Something hot touched her most private part.

Torana had a firm grip on the girl's naked pussy with pliers ended in two, flat discs. He pinched and pulled on the outer lips, pressing the pliers hard enough to flatten totally the meaty lip. That was a painful and humiliating sensation by itself but when the heated hook was held against her skin and the pointed tip ran through the vulnerable lip Aurelia howled. She tried to wiggle her hips away, all of her muscles tightening in her long legs and around her pelvis, but she was more than helpless. The hook punctured her lip drawing only minimal blood. Aurelia's vision was covered from time to time by Tyros's hardened, red cock, but she was unable to close her eyes. Somehow she had to watch as Torana moved the hook in and out several times in order to widen the hole.

Torana repositioned the pliers and repeated the process on the same outer lips two times more, and Aurelia screamed and screamed and screamed as the hook prepared her ringing. The big cock was jerked right before her face and touched her nose and ringed lips from time to time, the situation she had to face was beyond humiliation. Her human existence was destroyed spiritually. Torana switched to the other outer lip and three holes were punctured on that meaty lip too, Aurelia pissed herself and wished death. When Torana grabbed her inner lip and stretched it outside, pulling it from between the outer lips for total display and helplessness Aurelia finally closed her eyes. The hook touched the red labia and made its task. That meat was thinner but far more sensitive, every touch of the heated hook caused almost unbearable agony to the young woman. She shrieked and cried, covering Tyros's pulsating cock with her warm tear. Torana made three holes on both labia before changing instrument.

His new tool was a set of small forceps. She felt as if the cruel Asian was stripping her clitoris from the defending skin around it. She gasped and stared in total disbelief. The forceps were closed around the base of her small pleasure mound and the tight squeeze made it filling with blood. It hurt, more than anything before. The hot hook touched the sensitive flesh, and then Aurelia's world burst into flashing pain. She shrieked like never before, went totally mad, and her agonized screaming had its effect on her cruel owner. Tyros shot his load right onto Aurelia's face, up her nostrils, into her blind but wide open eyes, into her drooling mouth. Despite the stimulants she had been injected earlier, she passed out.

Her recovery was more than unpleasant. She felt her heart beating like a drum, her head aching not to mention the several freshly-punctured tiny wounds in her sensitive parts which were throbbing. Aurelia opened her eyes, her vision was clear like never before in the last three days. She knew that another dose of drug had been injected into her body. She faced her own crotch from a very short distance. It took her seconds to understand the new humiliating position she was forced in: She was lying on her back but her waist was forced into the air, her legs were strapped to the surface under her, which was some kind of table. Her knees touched the table and her shins were immobilized on both sides of her head, so that her pussy and bottom were fully exposed. To her terror, her very own pussy was now ringed: dozen of metal rings were embedded in her pink labia. Three rings in each outer lip and another three in each inner lip not to mention the quite wide ring which was inserted through her throbbing clit. Her clit normally would have been hidden under its hood, but the ring made it stand out grotesquely, unable to slip back. Her whole crotch looked like a strange display in a jewel shop. And it was so close to her face! She soon understood the reason: Her head was forced up toward her pussy and the ring in the tip of her tongue was attached to the heavy ring in her clit directly by a third ring. She could smell her own crotch, she had not washed or bathed in one day and the last night and the sweltering day made their effect. She felt that a hand was holding her nape in place, as soon as she regained her consciousness the hand let her head free.

Aurelia moaned in misery as the weight of her head pulled her clit, she had to collect her strength and hold her head in place. Between her open legs Tyros' and Torana's face stared down at her, the men laughed and shamelessly pawed her legs and buttock. This was an awkward position, and most painful as well. She tried to stretch her tongue as far as she could but this did not seem to be enough: the tension on its root was causing dull ache and her clitoris was stretched out of its hood to a length she would not have thought possible. What had been a tiny bead of flesh was transformed into an oblong, squalid, throbbing needle of skin. Even the hole through which the clit ring was passing was stretched and gaping around the wide-gauge steel. She could feel her ample breasts pressed into her chin. She had glimpses of the glistening large nipple rings.

Keeping her head up proved soon difficult. Her eyes bulged out in anguish and her neck was already trembling from exhaustion. When her neck muscles became too full of cramps, she lowered her head the couple of centimetres needed to rest her skull on the table top. It was merely two centimetres, but they were enough to relieve the pain in her neck while decupling the agony in her clitoris. The poor elastic organ was now stretched even further away from her crotch, pulling the skin around it in a horrible cone. Tears filled Aurelia’s eyes as she desperately pulled on her arms. Her biceps bulged to no avail as her wrists were strapped to some point behind her head.

"We're almost done, dear." Tyros smiled and flicked the girl's stretched clit causing intense pain to the poor agent. "Master Torana will implant another two rings around your puckered little asshole, that will make it easier to widen you anytime I want." Tyros said and fingered Aurelia's helpless ass, pushing a finger deep into her bowels. "After that only the CuntRol must be implanted into your body and we’ll be done with your preparation. I hope you are glad, my sexiest little panther." he finished and stepped out from Aurelia's field of sight. Torana took his place with a long, heated hook in his hand. He smiled wickedly. "Are you ready for another two holes around your hole, bitch?" he mocked her.

Aurelia tried to beg for mercy, but her stretched tongue allowed her no way of expressing herself with more than pitiful grunts and moans. As she tried to speak, her nose ring rattled against her lip rings, reminding her of her terrible fate.

Torana began to work precisely, and he pushed the pointed, hot tip against the girl cervix. He let the hook mine itself through Aurelia's sphincter right at the edge, carving two wide holes into the muscle right where the puckered anus was located. This caused Aurelia to scream once again to the top of her lungs. She had to suppress the urge to shake her head in deny, or this would have provoked more pain to her clitoris. It was fast and efficient, within a minute the process was done. Two open rings were inserted into the holes, the cold metal cooled down the burning tissues slightly. The rings were closed and Torana spat onto her ass. Aurelia had a new set of jewel to contemplate, adding to the weight of steel dangling from her crotch. It was now as heavily loaded as her face.

"Now the CuntRol, I'm going to insert it through her bowels. Help me, my friend, we can make use of her newest rings. Take these pliers, grab the rings with them and open her ass for me." he said, and Tyros followed his request. With pliers in both hands he attached the pliers' clamps against her rings and with mighty force he started to pull. Unusual way of opening a tightly shut ass but it was working properly. It hurt like hell and the girl felt as her luscious ass cheeks were separated as Tyros clenched his muscles and pulled from two directions on her asshole. Aurelia tried to resist for some time, clenching her sphincter, but this was a hopeless battle and soon pain and force won. With a tremendous fart, the puckered hole opened like a flower, giving easy access to her interiors for Torana.

Torana showed up a very hideous device that was a long, flexible tube with a wide end. At its end it was equipped with a scalpel razor, several small slots and a larger projection looking like a beak. Torana pressed a button and the razor started to vibrate with a humming voice. A yellow liquid spurted from the small slots and the beak was pushed forward, its tip opened and pushed out halfway a small, matchbox-sized metallic thing.

"I'm going to push this tube deep up your butt, babe. This is the CuntRol Penetrator, a high-tech device, engineered in Ashagen. It is going to cut a small incision in the wall of your intestine, the beak pushes through the hole and shoots the CuntRol into your inner abdomen. The liquid will disinfect the wound and also help the healing process very precisely, no need to worry about any infection or illness. But the penetration process is quite... mmmhhh... unpleasant. Clench your teeth, bitch, here we go!" he finished the explanation and put the tube against Aurelia's ass. She felt the pressure increasing against her already sore and widely stretched sphincter. With her anus gaping, she had no way to stop the invader. The stretching was extremely painful. As the tube slid into her bowel and was pushed deeper and deeper, the girl gasped for air. She could feel the cold tool progressing deeper and deeper into her bowels, forcing its way, stretching the frail intestine wall to go farther. The whole process was happening a few centimetres from her eyes and she could see all much too well. The head had disappeared inside since a long time and the slender shaft looked lost in the middle of her cruelly distended anus, but Tyros was not decided to relieve its pull on her ass rings. Torana pushed and pushed, until the whole shaft was inside her. Her intestine were vainly and automatically squeezing as they tried to evacuate the unnatural turd, causing cramps in her bowels. Never would she have thought that so long an object could be inserted inside her.

Once the handle was against her ass crack, Torana began to twist and move the tool inside her, causing more agony and nausea, while palpating her abdomen with his free hand. Once he was happy with the position of the tool head, he pushed the button and a sharp pain hit her. She was unable to believe the suffering she was facing. Her whole body tensed in her straps, her muscles tightening like steel cables ready to tear her skin apart. She let out an inhuman scream of agony and the table creaked and groaned from her frantic struggles. Her eyes were bulging so much that they seemed on the verge of popping out of her head. As the antiseptic liquid was injected into her inner wound, she became almost mad from the pain. Suddenly, a long golden stream spurted out of her piss hole and splashed over her stretched tongue, gaping mouth and grimacing face, soaking her long, dirty hair.

Torana withdrew the tube and it soon left the girl's tortured bowels together with a loud fart. Both men laughed loudly, Tyros let her stretched ass free and took away the pliers.

"Give her one hour or so, after that you can test the CuntRol, you'll be satisfied with the result." Torana blinked at Tyros. "We're ready with her for now, I will send you the bill. and don’t forget, you're always welcome with your old or new slaves in my house, I undertake every modification you might need!" the Asian said.

"Thanks you, master Torana, I won't forget!" Tyros replied and slapped the woman's ass. "We are finished here, dear, time to go, you've rested enough!"

With Tyros' help Torana released Aurelia’s arms, and despite her desperate struggles, her wrists were tied together with a strong leather strap. Tyros tied the strap and tightened it so heavily that the leather cut deep into the girl’s wrists, cutting her blood-supply and causing burning pain. Her fingers and hands were soon filled with blood and turned to deep red, her palms were forced into two directions like the wings of a butterfly as the strap pressured her tendons in the wrists. Her fingers were quivering as the incredible pressure drove her nerve system crazy.

„You have escaped from Adamar’s dungeon, beauty. You have razor sharp nails and you also defeated me in combat... don’t be surprised that I must secure you in this way.” Tyros explained. A metal hook was carefully slid under the tight strap and her arms were forced towards her crotch just to attach the hook to the ring in her bulging clitoris. The hook had a clever lock, similar to the locks holding necklaces in place. It could be opened only with precise touch. Aurelia’s shaking fingers were scratching her own thighs, and even the involuntary jerks caused throbbing pain deep in her ringed love button.

Her wide-spread legs were closed together as the chair’s mechanics were loosened; a short chain was attached to both of her ankles with cuffs. Finally the straps holding her body and limbs were released and she was free to stand up. Tyros and Torana grabbed one arm and lifted her in the air and placed her on her soles. As a final act, Torana attached a very big and heavy metal ball to her right ankle with another chain. The ball was half a football ball in diameter but was extremely heavy.

A leather collar was also attached around the girl’s neck and Torana handed the leash to Tyros.

“Do not forget, my young friend, I’ve warned you. This cunt is special. She has a reason to be here, such specimen don’t fall into slavers’ hands accidentally” he said and shook Tyros’ hand.

“Thank you for your work, Master! No need to worry, I can handle her. That’s exactly why I have chosen this slave” the ninja replied and said farewell. He took a bag containing the nail shoes in it and tugged on Aurelia’s leash so the girl had to follow him. Every step proved to be very difficult.

Chapter IX – Laura’s plan

Aurelia’s whole body was an endless wellspring of pain; the fresh piercing wounds were still raw and stretched by their steel jewelry. The chain connecting her ankles was stopping her stride short and each time she moved her right foot, she dragged the heavy ball. This set the chain rattling and the ball would then grind and ring against the cobblestones. This forced her into a hobbling pace that would have looked comical if she had not been in such obvious pain. She had to keep her arms extended against the front of her body, pressing her proud breasts between her biceps and making them jut forward even more than usual. The large rings pierced through her nipples were resting on top of her arms and were bouncing with each step.  She could not part her legs, so her thighs kept rubbing against each other and pressing into the four rows of rings pierced through her labia. Even her anal rings were grinding against each other with each step. All along, she vainly searched for a comfortable position for her tongue, whose large ring kept clanging against her new fangs and nose ring. She had the impression that even without the chain between her ankles, she would have been jangling by the sheer amount of rings set into her skin.

They left Torana's house when the sun was low and the street was crowded. As the heat subsided more and more people ventured outside. After a whole day of continuous torture, Aurelia felt strange and disoriented. All around her, citizens and their unfortunate slaves walked the streets. Again, Aurelia faced the creative cruelty concentrated in that hellish place. She saw brutally mutilated women. A girl around twenty was crawling on the stubs of her arms and legs; all four limbs had been amputated at the knees and elbows; she was tattooed like a spotted dog and led by a collar behind her handsome owner.

To her horror, Aurelia realized that she was turning into just another freak in this cortege. All the piercing she had been subjected to was already setting her apart from the normal citizens. Even if she had worn clothes, she would have looked like a monster. Her heart sank in her chest. This mission was dehumanizing her piece by piece and she would soon be totally broken if she could not find a way out quickly. With a grunt of despair, she pulled on her bound arms and immediately moaned as this sent a spasm of agony through her sore clitoris. Her hands were now a dark purple shade, with ugly veins sculpted in relief on her skin. Her fingers were puffy and she could not move them anymore. She wondered how much of this bondage would completely destroy her hands. Was her owner aware of this danger? Did he care? Maybe it was his goal… Aurelia shivered.

Her rattling journey brought her to a square where many stakes stood in a wide circle around it. Each setup consisted of a four-metre-high, blunt-tipped, eight-centimetre-thick, steel pole facing a similar but longer pole, 15 cm in front of it. The shorter pole was smooth while the longer one prickled with tiny nails. Several of these stakes were occupied by writhing young women who were “sitting” on top of the shortest pole. These ladies were hugging the longer poles with their bare arms and legs in an attempt to resist the force of gravity, which wanted to make them slide down the poles that had been shoved into their anuses. Their heads were forced to look straight at the sky by hooks pierced into the tops of their ears and linked to other hooks pierced into the meat of their buttocks. They could neither lower their heads nor turn them sideways. Their bloody feet and hands were clenched around the prickly nails, pushing them upwards. Their legs and arms were trembling from exhaustion. Cruelly, the women were prevented from climbing higher and thus, from pulling the stakes out of their anuses, by thin chains clipped to their nipples, which ran on the opposite side of the prickly pole. These chains were anchored to a horizontal rod well below escape height. They were all stretching their breasts downwards as they tried to stay as high on the poles as possible. Of course, the rod did not stop them from falling downwards. A couple of girls, tired and cramped, had just experienced that first hand. They were slowly sliding down their poles, their bleeding feet vainly scrambling to push them up. Blood was trickling down the stakes, that had punctured their internal organs. But most of the stakes sported dead or dying women, kneeling on the ground, the blood-covered poles protruding from their gaping mouths, their teeth desperately clenched on the steel as if their jaws could have succeeded where their legs and arms had failed.

Later, she saw a girl who had been affixed to a large wooden cart wheel that had been mounted to face the sun. She was naked and was kept more or less immobile by dozens of small hooks embedded into her muscles and linked to lines linked to the circumference of the wheel. They allowed her to move a little but not much. Not enough, at least, to chase away the hundreds of flies busy laying their eggs into her sweaty skin, attracted by the rotten flesh that had been rubbed all over her writhing body. She was moaning continuously, unable even to move her head, going crazy with the itching caused by the insects crawling on her helpless body.

The trip to Tyros' home lasted only about ten minutes, but the dozens of frightening scenes made it long and horrible. When they finally passed through an arched gate into a big, fancy house, the sickening moaning and other sounds of ultimate suffering gave way to silence; finally, Aurelia felt like she arrived home. Her right leg was full of cramps from dragging the heavy ball with each step, and the cuffs had bitten badly into her raw ankles.

"Welcome to my house, panther beauty..." Tyros said, then kicked the back of the girl's knees; she fell on the cold stone floor. "It's almost six, so we have one hour before Laura arrives. I will bathe you, remove all the dirt and filth you collected since last night, but before that, I want you let me in on your little secret. Who are you and where did you come from?" he asked as he slammed the door behind them. The lobby of the house was almost empty, it was huge and cold, and a very big mirror projected them onto the back of the left wall.

Aurelia knelt on the hard floor. She was tempted to stand back on her feet but this would have been a difficult task in her present condition and would just have angered the ninja. She decided her best strategy would be to fake obedience and allow her owner to fall asleep. She sighed and sobbed, looking at her purple hands crossed over her crotch. Then she spoke.

“My name is Aurelia. I am an amateur dancer and I wanted to go professional at Carrick City, USA. But just as I was hired by one of the clubs, I was captured and brought to this place. Since then, my life has been a living hell.”

"Really? What a nice girl you are... you're telling me such a nice story! Just like my mother, when I was only five... Unfortunately you do not remind me of my mother, so please... I'm begging you... do not try to be her. You're an adult, sexually vibrant, a martial artist, and a class A bitch. You're fucking not my mother, because you're a goddamned piece of meat designed for ultimate suffering!" Tyros increased his voice gradually, shouting when he reached his last sentence; he slapped Aurelia's face, hard. "Let's start from the beginning... who the fuck are you, what are you doing here, and who sent you?" he asked in an ice-cold voice as he stepped behind the girl and gently caressed her ears with both of his hands.

“I assure you, I told you the truth! You must believe me! I have done a lot of training both in dance and in karate, to stay at my fittest for my professional dance career!” Aurelia answered with the mosshe t pitiful face she could compose. She was now in known territory. She had been trained to resist interrogation and had been taught all the tricks of the trade. The goal was to buy time, releasing harmless bits of information from time to time. She was to buy time until she could be either rescued or she could escape. In the current situation, her best chance for rescue was Laura. The woman had been gentle with her and Laura would not allow Tyros to be cruel with her. If she could resist for one hour, then she would be safe and could wait for her next chance to escape.

"You seem to be such a clever cunt, Aurelia, you bitch. Why do you want me to hurt you? I think that you're a natural born masochist and you are begging for torture in your girlish, indirect way," he said as he slowly pinched both Aurelia's ears. "So figure out a more... believable tale..." he whispered and started to twist the girl's ears, crushing the sensitive cartilage as her ears were forced into unnatural shapes. "So... do you have some new info?" he asked, without releasing her ears.

Aurelia moaned from the pain. Involuntarily, she pulled on her arms, stretching her sore clitoris and causing even more agony. She yelped and grunted, unable to escape the twisting of her ears. “Pleeeaaaaase! This is true! Do you want me to invent a story? This one is the truth!!!”

"You're mocking me, darling. And I must tell you, that a slave shouldn't follow such a strategy against her owner," he commented and twisted the ears even harder causing throbbing pain for the poor girl. He wrenched them almost 180 degrees, kicked his knee against the girl's back, and even tightened his hard grip. "Shut the fuck up, I do really love hearing you squeaking but not now! I want your story, bitch, not your song!" he howled, grinning all the while.

“Oooowwwoowooowwwww!!!” Aurelia moaned. The pain was so tremendous that she feared Tyros might have severed her ears from her head. Again she pulled on her poor clitoris. She felt utterly helpless. She wondered how much time had passed. Maybe it was time to let go a little bit of information so Tyros would relent. “OK OK OK! Stop! I’ll tell you the truth! Dancing is only a hobby. In fact, I am a freelance journalist. I have been paid by a newspaper, the Inquirer to investigate the conditions of dancers in Carrick City. As this investigation was potentially dangerous, they hired me for this job because of my knowledge of martial arts,” she said blankly. “Alas, this proved too dangerous even for me!” she finally sobbed.

"Ahhh... you're hopeless... this last version is ALMOST something but I still have serious doubts regarding your truthfulness... but time is short. Don't be afraid, lying beauty. I will fucking drag the truth out of you. Soon..."

She was yanked on her feet by the leash and Tyros led her to the rear part of the house. The place was more a mansion than a townhouse; all of the inner spaces were large, wide rooms with high ceilings. But the fixtures were quite meager: a small table, a tiny mirror on the wall, and an antique wardrobe. Actually, the whole house seemed pretty empty and barren; it was obviously not a home. The chained slave and her owner crossed another huge room, while the heavy iron ball made hideous sounds as it was dragged over the stone floor. The stone also proved to be cold under Aurelia's naked soles. After the walk on the hot sand outside, the cold stone felt icy. Tyros pulled back a set of heavy drapes and they entered another room, which was much smaller and somehow seemed snugger.

A comfortable couch stood against the wall with a glass coffee table right in front of it. Against the opposite wall, a huge plasma screen hung and a professional-looking audio system surrounded it. A wardrobe embedded in the wall served as the main storage and even a fridge gently hummed. Aurelia could peek into two smaller rooms, one of them seemed to be a small kitchen and the other was a bathroom with a shower stall and a toilet.

"I'm living here. The house belongs to a friend of mine; he doesn't need this place nowadays so I stay here and take care of the house. If we were married you would be quite disappointed, but as you're my slave not my wife - although those things should be the same - I fucking don't care about what you think. That will be your place," Tyros said as he pointed towards a third connected room which was separated by heavy metal bars. "Before I let you into your pen I must clean you, you stink, beauty. You stink like a rotten hooker standing outside for days without a bath, swallowing litres of gooey sperm while letting hundreds of men fuck your squelchy cunt. You're a worn foot rag, beauty! Tell me, how do you feel?"

Aurelia grumbled. She indeed stank like a whore.

"Fucking don't mumble, your owner has asked you a question! I want to hear clear answers, and I want you to tell me: what are your emotions regarding the state you are in right now?!"

Aurelia burst into tears, hoping to awaken pity in Tyros’ heart.

"Tears... oh you stupid whore... do you really believe that pathetic weeping means anything in Ashagen? Stop crying and explain to me, how did you feel when those men and women came and pissed into your whore mouth in Adamar's house?"

“This was awful! I thought I was going to drown. They kept pissing and cumming on my face, so I could hardly breathe anymore. And the taste was so foul! It seemed that most of these men and women never wash down there!”

"Don't you try to convince me that you hate the taste of those bodily fluids. Cunts like you MUST adore the taste of cum and piss... I have a strong feeling you haven't eaten anything for days, only the aforementioned tidbits. What do you prefer more, gulping cum or piss?"

“Neither! How could anyone be nourished with such horrid refuse?”

"Stop babbling! Give me a clear answer, now!" Tyros shouted and tugged hard on the girl's leash.

“Aooooww!!!” Aurelia screamed. She realised she was being offered a real choice. She was going to be fed with nothing else. As the horror of the situation sank into her mind, she tried to think of what would be the most nutritious and she opted for sperm. “Sperm…” she sighed. Human semen lacked many essential carbohydrate, minerals and vitamins and would not sustain her health for more than a few months, but by then Aurelia expected to be either dead or back to safety.

"Good, you will have plenty of it, I can produce and have produced by male slaves even more than what would fulfill your sick taste." The man laughed and spat onto Aurelia's face, right between her eyes. "You have to learn how to respect and how to fear me, beauty. As long as you show a high level of obedience, I will be gentle and you'll have a very comfortable and relatively painless life relative to other slaves of Ashagen. But if you mess with me... you will fucking regret you were ever born. Understood?"

Aurelia nodded meekly.

"Good... now it is time for your bath, Laura is almost here," he said and leashed Aurelia in the small bathroom. The shower stall in the corner was far from ordinary. The shower head hung from the ceiling, while heavy iron shackles jutted from the wall about two meters up, deeply embedded into the solid stone. Similar shackles were at ankle height; the shower was obviously designed for bathing unwilling people.

"So dear, we have two options. Option one: I inject a drug into you to make you manageable. I have a very entrancing solution but it would take too much time for it to leave your system, and Laura wants you to be awake. So I'm afraid I have to choose the other option. You won't like this, but it is the right time to condition you to fear Torana's CuntRol..." he said and smiled wickedly.

Aurelia could still feel a dull ache inside her abdomen. She was not ready to feel what this thing could do to her. “Please, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be good. I’ll be obedient!”

He laughed at the girl's desperate protests and made a strange movement with his tongue. The activation button was also built into his tooth, like the other one that had already knocked Aurelia out the night before. The pain that hit her was far more than what a human being could stand. The surge hit suddenly; she felt like her spine and back would explode into a raging inferno.

Aurelia fell on the cold floor and began to jerk uncontrollably. Incoherent scenes flashed before her eyes; she was screaming and drooling in utter agony. Her arms were yanking forcefully on her clitoris, stretching it beyond natural limits. Her legs were kicking in all directions, jerking on the connecting chain. She rolled back and forth on the ground, curling and uncurling, as wave after wave of pain coursed through her bowels. Her muscles contracted in a random pattern, making her limbs shoot in every possible way, forcing her back to arch, curl and twist in a fearful way, just barely failing to break her spine in pieces. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, her jaws clattered madly. As she rolled on the floor, her rings kept jingling as they rattled against each other or against the stone. Inside her, her organs seemed to make constricted knots. She began to vomit all the cum and piss she had swallowed, mixed with acrid bile. Simultaneously, her bladder was releasing streams of urine on her thrashing legs, while her intestines relieved themselves in the same way. And all this time, she was thrashing and bucking in the mess she had made on the floor.

After 30 seconds that felt like years, the current stopped to flow. Her body fell back on the ground, panting hard, trembling, and covered with sweat and her own refuse. It took her several minutes to calm down. She was awake, but she was utterly helpless. Her muscles coursed with cramps and she was exhausted as if she had just passed the last two hours training in a body-builder’s club. Her mind was filled with fear of what she had just experienced.

Tyros picked up the powerless, convulsing body of Aurelia from the floor, raised her from her own filth. The hook and strap holding her hands in place was removed along with the shackles on her ankles. He chained her wrists to the wall and also secured her ankles, making Aurelia hang from the wall. She was drooling and her pretty head rolled from side to side; her eyelids were flickering and she was moaning in a deep voice as the aftershocks were still working in her body. Her legs were bent under the weight of her body, she wasn't aware enough to hold her body steady.

The man cleaned the floor and poured the disgusting mess into the toilet. He removed his clothes and walked to the half-conscious naked agent. Tyros opened the water valve and semi-hot, refreshing, clear water poured onto their heads from above. Tyros took a bar of soap and started to rub the girl all over, removing the dirt mixed with sweat, layers of dried piss, and cum from her tortured body. As more water splashed onto Aurelia's head and as time passed she began to regain her full alertness. She felt as the ninja moved the foaming soap over her tanned skin. Tyros did precise work, he cleaned every little spot. He was also cautious not to let his head too close to Aurelia's face, he knew exactly how dangerous a sudden bite with her predatory teeth could be. He washed along her torso, arms, chest and legs, reaching behind her back. After making the surface clean and sweet he focused on her orifices, and despite her protesting moans he washed her pussy and ass without hesitation, forcing three or four fingers into her violated holes.

"Listen, beauty," he began to speak. "We both know that you could easily bite off my fingers or even my wrist if I touched your mouth, but that would be quite unpleasant for me and fatal for you. So I suggest the following, I place this small piece of soap onto your tongue, you suck it in and suck it until you foam at the mouth like a rabid bulldog. You have drunk too much sperm and piss, vomited too much and bled too much; I want you to be clean there too. That won't be tasty - we know how much you adore bodily fluids in your throat - but we must do this. Agreed?" he asked and looked deep into the girl's eyes from a safe distance.

Aurelia nodded.

"Good, stick your ringed tongue out. Here it is..." he said and dropped the small soap onto her tongue. "Don’t swallow the soap, I want to see foam flowing from your nostrils!" he said and with one hand he pinched her ringed right nipple, rubbing her pussy with the other hand.

Aurelia swished the soap ball in her mouth. It was distasteful. Not in the same way as urine and cum had been, but foul anyway. She began to make the soap move around her mouth, inside her cheeks, along her tongue. Soon, she was drooling white bubbles on her chin. The taste was bitter and it was driving tears from her eyes. As the soap kept foaming, it got down her oesophagus and up her nose, until bubbles began to form on her nostrils.

As he watched the girl torturing herself with the unsavoury soap he thrust his crotch against her. His cock was rock hard and he placed it right before the entrance of her sweet vagina. As he ran into her, the soapy cock slid easily into her water-wet pussy. Tyros raped the girl right under the shower, filling her helpless body with his aggressive man meat. He moaned hoarsely when he finally came, removing his dripping cock from the girl's pussy. "Goddamn! You're tight..." was all he said.

"Now I have to gag you, your hair needs a washing too," he said and inserted a ball gag between her lips, reaching behind her head and tied it. He poured shampoo onto the top of her head and with rough effectiveness rubbed her hair until her eyes were burning from the shampoo flying into them. The bath was soon over and Aurelia felt like she was newly born again. "Now we have another dilemma. How to take you into your cell without risking an escape attempt?" he asked and removed the gag. "Answer me, do you have any idea?"

Aurelia was fearful that he would once again knock her down using the evil object buried inside her belly. “Please! I swear I will not attempt anything. Just unlock me and secure me in the cell. I shall crawl to it. You can blindfold me if you want to be sure. But how could I attempt anything knowing what you can do to me with this CuntRol thing?” she pleaded. But just as she begged in a meek voice, she was mentally getting ready to profit from the smallest opening she might have. Torana had done a lot of harm to her, but he had also provided her with fearful weapons in the form of those fangs, and she was ready to make use of them.

"You might have learnt the lesson and I think that we have a good chance of changing your place without stupid mistakes... but I do not believe you a hundred percent, beauty. So I need to choose a more drastic way... let me think..." Tyros replied, rubbing his chin.

“I am no idiot! I am not going to risk again being CuntRolled again. Please, give me a chance to prove my obedience. I assure you that…” pleaded Aurelia. But she was cut short by Tyros' reflection.

"Oh... what an idiot I am! Maybe we shouldn't have used the CuntRol earlier; there is a more pleasant way of carrying you!" he smiled wildly and left for a minute. When he returned he was holding a small glass vial in one hand and a flagon in the other. "Let's think, which one would you choose? Some ether up your nose or a burst of tear gas?"

Aurelia felt a surge of hope, which she carefully hid behind a hesitant mask.

“If you really must, then use the ether. But you don’t need to do that, you know?” she answered, as if at the end of a difficult choice.

"Hahaha... you're very tricky, Beauty! You know what, let's give the ether a try!" he decided and opened the cap of the small bottle. He held it under Aurelia's nose and the aggressive and quite unpleasant odour stroked her sensitive nostrils.

Aurelia had been trained to hold her breath for more than four minutes. While Tyros was unscrewing the cap of the bottle, she discreetly filled her lungs with air and then, when he put it under her nose, she stopped breathing. Then she began to fake dizziness, looking around blankly, letting her body hang limply from her restraints. She even managed to let a thread of drool to drip from her pierced lower lip. In the mean time, she was readying herself for action, as soon as her limbs would be free.

"Good, you're starting to enjoy the feeling," Tyros smiled and raised the spray. "I want to be sure, so please Beauty, forgive me..." he mocked her and blew the gas spray right into her face.

Aurelia’s eyes opened wide. She had not expected that. The spray penetrated into her eyes and nostrils. Immediately, she felt them burn atrociously. She began to sneeze uncontrollably, releasing all the air she had collected in her lungs. As she did so, more gas entered her nasal channel and her throat, propagating the pain to her lungs. Her eyes were blinded by the tears and it seemed to her as if her eyes were on fire. She thrashed forcefully in her restraints, coughing, sneezing and moaning helplessly.

Tyros grinned and suddenly struck Aurelia's ribs with his fist. The blow made the girl gasp for air. He did not punch her with all his might but the blow was strong enough to cause extreme pain and forced her to gasp for air within a moment.

"Ahhh... soooo... you're fucking good at diving, eh?" he hissed and took the glass full of ether again, holding it under the girl's flaring, air-sucking nostrils.

Aurelia was panting in agony and she was unable to hold her breath this time. She gulped a long lungful of the toxic gas and immediately began to feel dizziness invade her mind. She desperately tried to keep her mind functioning but was soon reduced to the state she was mimicking a few seconds earlier. Tyros waited for another minute, keeping the bottle under the Agent’s pierced nostrils until she was but a piece of meat hanging from her shackles and drooling stupidly on her chest. Her tongue, weighed down by the ring, was drooping ridiculously from her gaping mouth, adding to her misery. All this time, she kept sneezing and she was blinded by the continuous flow of tears that was pouring from her burning eyes.

Tyros released the suffering girl from her shackles. He was aware of every possible tricky attack Aurelia might consider but her misery and loss of control over her body made Aurelia's every attempt quite hopeless. Tyros held Aurelia up and helped her to walk towards the cell next to his living room. The cell was quite large, about five by six metres. The rest of the space was unused. Strong lamps were hanging high from the ceiling and projected harsh light all over the room. Right in the center, a strange device stood; it was the mixture of a fitness machine, a gynecological chair and a set of stocks.

Aurelia was barely able to walk and welcomed Tyros’ help with supporting herself. Blind, mad with pain, her brain ringing with each violent sneeze, she was trembling like a leaf, drooling like a fountain, and had to concentrate for every step she was making.

They entered the cell and Tyros forced the girl to sit down on a padded board that leaned at about 20 degrees. He easily overwhelmed Aurelia's weak struggles and shackled her wrists with inner-padded, metal cuffs to two vertical poles standing on both sides of her head. The cuffs had rough 30-centimetre-long metal chains; she could move her arms but was unable to reach her head. Still, she found comfortable positions for her arms. Her back was resting on the board and only the two shapely globes of her ass hung beyond it; two narrow, softly-padded extensions under each globe held her in place without any discomfort. Her legs were raised into the air, spread apart to a distance that gave easy access to her crotch but was not painful or uncomfortable; her ankles were placed into two separate stocks located at the top of two vertical poles. Even the stocks offered a padded, velvety surface inside their holes. As a final act, Tyros strapped another silky band over her belly. Aurelia was immobilized and spread once again, but for the first time she was in a relatively comfortable position without continuous pain or stretching.

Only a few minutes later when her restraint was complete, the ether and the effect of the gas spray began to weaken and soon she regained her senses and control. Aurelia was furious with herself. She had been weak. She had failed to resist Tyros’ vicious tricks. She had lost a precious chance to escape and she did not know when another one would present itself.

Tyros pulled a chair to Aurelia's head and sat down. "I need to clarify some details, so pay all of your attention to my words, Beauty. This will be your room and your bed as long as you stay with me... which could easily mean until the end of your life. You should get used to it. As you have already emptied all of your possible bodily fluids half an hour ago, you shouldn't need a toilet, but we will solve this issue by placing a bucket under you. You should also be very grateful for this luxury chair. I've ordered it to be designed and manufactured especially for you. You will spend lots of time here and we will change the position from time to time just to make you even more comfortable. I'm going to train you between races... because you're going to be my Race Slave, so you will only leave this room for training or for a race," he told to Aurelia and gently caressed her ears.

"Secondly, Laura could arrive at any minute. Let me explain you what she does here. You are my property but Laura loaned me some money to buy you from Adamar. She made the loan with a condition: she can visit you anytime she wants. I cannot deny this right from her, but I must warn you. I own you. You're my slave and we are in Ashagen. I can do fucking ANYTHING to you if I want... so never forget whose satisfaction is the most important for you... whatever Laura says to you, whatever she wants, offers or orders... she has no right to hurt you, but I do... Repeat what you have heard, Beauty. You're a clever girl, so I want to hear the basic orders from your mouth!"

“This is my room and I shall only leave it to be trained or participate in races. I have to obey Laura but she cannot hurt me” Aurelia summarised. There was no point in being rebellious now.

"It is hard to decide if you're simply dumb or want to mock me!" Tyros stared into her eyes, his eyes were ice cold. "Or maybe was I fucking ambiguous? I told you not to forget who your fucking Master is! She might want you to turn against me... if you will do so you will suffer the torments of hell in this very place... Now repeat again, what is your duty?"

“You are my Master and can do anything to me. Laura has no rights beyond those you grant her” Aurelia dutifully repeated.

"Good. Be a nice girl and keep these all in mind always," he nodded when the bell rang loudly. "I will be back with her soon, don't be afraid..." he said and left Aurelia alone in her cell.

Left alone, Aurelia considered trying to escape from her restraints for a moment. They seemed quite sturdy in spite of their comfort but she knew that no restraint was ever absolute. But she preferred to wait for a better occasion. Laura could arrive any time now and she had better wait for the night before trying anything.

Five minutes had passed when Aurelia heard the ticking of high heels. Tyros and Laura stepped into the living room but out of Aurelia's sight. They stopped there and she could hear their conversation. Aurelia had to prick her ears but she managed to understand the heart of the conversation thanks to the special techniques she had learned at the Agency's Academy.

"Do not start that again..." she heard Tyros’ angered voice. "I clearly stated that you won't have Aurelia. I will not sell her to you and will not let you hurt her in any way! She will race and even a minor injury to her feet would dramatically decrease her chances!"

"Tyros... you're so fucking bullish," Laura replied in an almost seductive voice, she was more mewing than talking. "Is this bitch really worth that big-big debt you took onto your shoulders? If you sell her to me, I would negate your debt and would pay even more than what you paid to Adamar from your own money. Not a bad business deal, think you could earn on her within one day!"

"Enough of this!" Tyros barked. "She is mine and this won't change. I grant you the possibility to see her if you want and even leave you together, but I warn you: do not dare to hurt her! If you inflict the slightest damage to her feet I will deny your visits. Got it?"

"Ohhh... you shouldn't be so rude to your favourite business partner," Laura purred. "No need to worry... I'm here to love her, not to make her cry..."

"That’s exactly what I'm worrying about... I know exactly what your love means..."

"Ssssshhhh... trust me, Tyros! Now leave us alone!" Laura closed the conversation and Aurelia heard Tyros’ steps fade as he left the living room.

"Look, who is here!" Laura stepped into the girl's cell and smiled widely. She was wearing slinky jeans displaying the curves of her shapely legs. She had black high-heels, the type with straps only, making every vein of her skinny feet visible. Her waist shirt was black and her small breasts were moving freely under the silky textile. She wore bright red, slutty polish on the nails of her hands and feet. She was bejeweled with mostly silvery rings on her fingers and toes. Her necklace attracted attention: it was fancy beyond compare, consisting of hundreds of shells laced together; the colours of the shells varied from shining white to the darkest black with all possible colours of the rainbow. She was carrying a rather large reticule, which she dropped onto the ground.

"Holy God! What have those naughty men done to you! They cannot understand where the real beauty is!" she said and kissed the girl on her tattooed forehead. "Seems you went through some pretty nasty operations in the afternoon! Never mind, we're alone now and I can take care of you. Did you miss me?" she asked like they were the best girlfriends separated for a while.

Aurelia smiled at Laura, welcoming her. “I’m so glad you came. You are the only person who took care of me since I came here. You are the only human being I have seen in days!”

"Good to hear that! I missed you too, darling. Are you serious that you were waiting for me so much? That is soo nice!" Laura purred."It is so hard to find true friends in a place like this. Do you want to be my true friend?"

“Of course! Please, be my friend, and please protect me!” Aurelia answered sincerely. Although she had heard most of the conversation between Laura and Tyros, she could not believe the aesthetician could really be cruel. Not with her. At the moment, she represented her best ally in Ashagen or, at the minimum, the weak link in the security.

"Great, it's fantastic!" Laura squeaked and pulled the chair to Aurelia's stocked left foot. "As long as you're kind to me I will take care of you, but let's do this step by step. I've seen your ordeal in the market and I guess you must be really exhausted.”

“Oh my! I am a wreck. You can’t imagine what these monsters have done to me. And they will probably do worse if I stay longer with them. Please, take me away! Don’t leave me here! Don’t let them hurt me any more,” Aurelia pleaded, begging with her eyes as much as with her voice.

"Be patient my dear... If you will be a good girl it can easily happen that I take you to my house where you'll live with me. We'll have so much fun! And how are your champion feet doing?" she asked and bent very close to Aurelia's freshly washed foot.

“Oh, at least they did not touch them. It seems Tyros is planning to make me participate in some race and he wants my legs and feet untouched.”

"Really... let me have a closer look!" Laura said in a stern voice and bent closer, only centimetres away from the girl's toes. Aurelia could feel her hot breath as Laura gently touched her toes. She ran a long fingernail along Aurelia's soles, as she gently dabbed the pads of her heels where the spiked high-heels had left small marks with their pointy nails. She also inspected the arches, while the touch of Laura's fingers and fingernails tickled Aurelia but also felt good. Laura carefully dabbed the soft pads under the toes and took long time to inspect each, one by one. She bent the toes - softly, as if they were made of dainty porcelain - tenderly pushed down the meat of her nail-beds and peaked under each toenails, and closely surveyed her insteps. Laura licked her lips several times while the deep inspection continued and Aurelia could see that desire flashed in Laura's eyes. She made a mental note of that. She could use that as a foothold later.

"Huh... fortunately nothing serious has happened..." Laura smiled and to Aurelia's surprise, she kissed the tip of her left baby toe. The red lips formed a circle and as Laura kissed the toe passionately, Aurelia could feel the wetness of her hot mouth.

"Your feet are in perfect condition, darling... THEY ARE PERFECT after all!" she said and raised her eyes, connecting them to Aurelia's.

"How do you feel about what I'm doing to your luscious peds?"

“I feel so good. You have very delicate fingers and an incredibly sensitive touch. This sent delicious waves of relaxation up my pain-saturated nerves. I feel so good!” Aurelia exaggerated, playing on Laura’s weak spot. The secret agent moved slightly in her restraints, lusciously wiggling her toes and slowly twisting her ankles so as to expose her feet from all angles to Laura, all the while smiling, yet keeping an expression of dull pain on her face.

Laura was enchanted by the sensuous wiggles of Aurelia's toes and without further conversation, she turned into a nymphomaniac vamp. Within a second she dropped her mask of sanity and began to chew and suck on the girl's feet with lust-filled eyes. The chair Laura was sitting on fell over with a loud bang but the woman did not pay any attention. She heatedly took possession of the stocked feet and sucked and licked and massaged them as if her life depended on how fast she could soak Aurelia's feet with her saliva.

The captive looked at the transformation with uneasiness, although Laura was too focused on her adoration to notice it. Deciding to use the aesthetician’s fetishist addiction for her own good, Aurelia continued to wiggle her toes and flex her ankles. Laura’s tongue was going everywhere, leaving no square millimetre of foot skin ignored. The sensation was a little ticklish, particularly when the agile tongue began to explore the space between her toes. Still, Aurelia began to moan, as if feeling a pleasurable sensation. Faking orgasm was also part of her skills.

In her position, she had a clear view of her own feet and of Laura polishing them with her tongue. They were glistening with the saliva they were coated in. Laura kept adoring them, switching from one foot to the other without an obvious pattern. Her tongue seemed to concentrate on the tiny crooks and crevices around the toes and along the sole, with occasional long licks to the rest of the foot. She also devoted quite a lot of time to the space constricted by the padded cuffs.

Laura was getting more and more excited, licking and sucking with increasing alacrity. Aurelia’s feet had taken on a rosy shade from so much stimulation. At some point, Laura even opened her bosom and rubbed her breasts against the spy’s feet, pressing each foot between the soft globes and tickling her toes with her nipples. All the time, Aurelia kept moaning and breathing hard, mimicking her lover’s excitation.

Laura changed position and slid between Aurelia's wide open legs just to continue the wild licking on her pussy. She did it fast but she had techniques to bring pleasure and she could even use the embedded rings as instruments of joy. She licked Aurelia's crotch as if it were the finest chocolate, her eyes were burning with desire. With one hand, she unzipped her jeans and touched her own pussy, rubbing herself and went on with the licking for long minutes.

At first, Aurelia continued to fake excitation but soon she realised that Laura was diabolically skilled with her tongue. In spite of the dull pain remaining from the piercing of her labia and clitoris, Laura's deft tongue and lips were able to raise incredible sensations. Her moans turned sincere, although even a careful listener would barely have noticed the difference. Her hips began to roll in rhythm with Laura’s ministrations. Her sex began to drip feminine juices, her skin worked a shiny layer of love sweat, her pupils widened. As her lover’s tongue continued her crazy dance on her pussy, Aurelia climbed to incredible heights. She vainly tried to resist it, as she hated losing control of her body, but it proved impossible. At last, she felt a devastating orgasm grow in her loins. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her still sore pussy felt the first contractions. They grew in frequency and power along with her screams as the orgasm exploded in her shattered mind.

Laura let out mewing screams as she came into her panties and even after the minute-long shaking of her orgasm, she kept licking the captive's crotch. When Laura finally stood up and kissed Aurelia's toes, one by one, a wide smile shining on her beautiful face, she was covered with sweat and looked extremely happy. Aurelia was panting and covered in sweat, still half drowned in the remnant vapours of her powerful orgasm.

"Ohhh... it was so lovely! Your feet turn me on so much! I wish I could take you home right now and play with your feet and tasty pussy all night!" she purred while reordering her clothes. "I have a plan to take you out of this awful cell and transfer you to my own home, but we must be patient, and you also need to obey me and follow my instructions if you want to be free from Tyros. What do you think?"

Aurelia shook the cobwebs from her brains. “Oh sure! Please do! I shall follow you wherever you tell me to go,” she answered. And her sincerity was not difficult to fake. Her plan was coming along well, and if, on the way, she could benefit from such bonuses, it was all the best.

"Good... before I solidify my ideas, I want to hear more from you. Tell me, what has happened to you in the last few days? How did you get here? What were your most extreme experiences? What have you seen?" Laura placed the fallen chair next to Aurelia's head and sat down, listening to the girl's answers.

Aurelia began to narrate how she had been captured in Carrick City. Of course, she stuck to the official version in which she was a dancer looking for a job. She described the long, difficult, cramped, humiliating journey in the tiny cage along with the hundreds of other captives. Then she went on to her arrival at Adamar’s house and the cruel games he had played with her. She then told how Laura’s care had invigorated her and shaken off the pains accumulated in her nerves along the journey. Aurelia told her how she had found that her cuffs had had a defect and she had been able to free herself.

She continued with the horrors she had seen during her short exploration of Ashagen: the caged woman, the burnt slaves. She quickly went over her recapture by Tyros and the horrible role she had played at Adamar’s party, getting filled with cum from all his guests. The episode at the slave market Laura already knew and she went over it quickly. The way her body had been pierced was obvious enough and she did not entered into details. She just focused on the pain she had endured and how debased it made her feel.

She finished with the horrors she had seen as she was led to Tyros’ house. The scary memories of the impaled women were still fresh in her mind and she described them in more detail.

"Really?" Laura got excited and the sparks of strange lust awoke in her eyes again. "I crossed that square too while coming here!" she replied. "I've always thought that those kind of public torture executions was a waste of valuable meat. You know, when I see such entertainment, I always check the slaves because there might be one who would fit my tastes. But I only do that if there is no risk, because when they are hanging over a roaring fire and kicking wildly, it would be very difficult to have a closer look of their feet," she laughed and playfully pinched Aurelia's cheek. "These slaves were easy to approach and one of them proved to have beautiful feet! She was much too injured to be worth buying but her toes were so lovely! Unfortunately one of her big toe nails was split in two, as it had been pierced and yanked by a needle but the others were in perfect condition. The entertainment's organizer let me have it for only $10. Luckily, I always carry my favourite nail ripper pliers," she smiled again and dug into her big pocket, producing a previously white, red-drop-covered kerchief. She unfolded it and to Aurelia's horror a flat piece of bloody human nail was in it, the middle was painted a shabby pink.

Aurelia began to realise the true depth of Laura’s fetishism. Under her appearance of a caring and loving girl, she too was a true monster. This place seemed to attract all the most deviant minds of the world. Bombing it would purge humanity of its most horrible fringe. She could not wait to end this mission and reveal the extent of what the Carrick City connection had been hiding.

"Lovely, isn't it?” continued Laura. “Longish, wide and it looked perfect on the foot. I love to collect big toenails!" Laura raved about the ripped out nail and watched it with an adoring look. "Do you like my necklace?" Laura pointed at the multicolour shell collection around her neck. "I believe I'm the only human in Earth who has a full necklace made of female toenails!" She looked blissfully happy. "All of the original owners of these lovely nails were suffering in my dungeon and screamed their head off while I was torturing their sexy feet!" she explained and encouragingly caressed Aurelia's face with her long fingernail. "I'm collecting nails for another necklace. Not all nails from bitches tortured by me but I extract them all myself. If you'll be a good girl you might get it. Would that make you happy?" Laura asked, and her dreamy eyes showed insanity and hellish cruelty.

“Oh yes!” Aurelia lied. “It would be wonderful. Since you entered my cell I have been wondering where you found such a lovely necklace. Knowing that it is made from toenails just makes it even more desirable” she continued, mustering all the sincerity her acting talent allowed her. She was decided to play along with Laura’s fetishes as far as needed to loosen her guard. If she managed it well, Laura would soon be so in love with her that escaping would be child’s play. “But of course, you would not put my own nails on this collar? You would not deface my lovely feet to beautify my neck? That would be a shame, I would say”.

Laura peeked at Aurelia with obvious suspicion from behind her long eyelashes. Suddenly she burst into burbling laughter in a high pitched voice and did not stop for half a minute.

"My dear Aurelia... he he... you're such a double-tongued bitch... he he... and you're a fucking good actress..." her laughter turned to easy giggles. "If I didn't know more about you I might believe you really like this necklace made from extracted toenails. Extracted toenails that used to belong to feet which were heavily and severely tortured until they were literally destroyed... Come on, darling. Who else would love the idea of such cruelty but a citizen of Ashagen? I have no doubts that you really loved what I did to your cunt and toes, because I'm good at it. No woman could ever resist my oral work; I have long years of experience with waking lust in bitches like you! But you could never make me believe you're really into such diabolic cruelty, that you're a natural born sadist with an irresistible foot fetish... that you're someone like myself!" she hissed at the end and suddenly slapped Aurelia hard in the face; one of the long nails even opened a small cut on Aurelia's skin. "Fucking don't try to dupe me again or you will soon find your nails on that necklace!" Laura said, her face was red with anger. She stood up and walked back and forth for a while, whispering something to herself; “...irreverent bitch... blowtorch her pinky toes... sandpaper that wet cunt...”.

“You must believe me!” Aurelia answered, trying to calm Laura. “I have always had strong fetish fantasies about feet, toes and torturing them. It’s just I have never dared to act them out. But since I am in Ashagen, and since I have met you, I believe it must be possible to do it. But for that I need to be free. I need you to help me. Together, we will have a lot of fun, making love to each other while roasting some slave’s soles.”

Laura stopped and stared at Aurelia with obvious suspicion. She rubbed the tip of her nose and remained lost in her thoughts for long seconds.

"Ahhh... sooo..." she answered finally and sneered at Aurelia. "You sound like a dream-girl to me, darling. Unfortunately I have not believed in dreams since my tenth birthday... but who knows... you might be honest although I can hardly believe that. I think you are trying to fool me, and I would hate it if you were playing with my feelings. So when the right time comes, you will be tested... and I strongly suggest you do not fail the test... or else..." Laura left her threat hanging. "Whatever, this test will come another time, a bit later, so be patient and think of the most horrible torments applied to wiggling toes you could figure out..." she smiled with a demonic expression.

Aurelia smiled in return, hiding her own feelings. “With great pleasure, Laura,” she answered.

When she finally returned to Aurelia, Laura had changed again. She was smiling and her burst of anger had disappeared totally. She pulled the chair on its feet again, sat down and dug a pocket out of her bag. When she opened it, a full set of nail-care tools was revealed like small scissors, nail files, polishing pads and several bottles of various nail polishes.

"My dear sexy-footed beauty. As we agreed that your goal is to leave Tyros and relocate to my place, it is time to set up a plan. To be more specific, the plan is ready, and you will carry it out, so listen carefully," she said as she started to remove the silver polish that had been applied to Aurelia's toes just one day earlier. "You're the property of Tyros. Tyros owes me a lot of money. If he can't repay me, per Ashagen's law he will be my slave along with all of his properties... including you." Laura spoke as if they were gossiping in a cafe. She carefully removed every spot of the flaked polish from all ten toes.

"So, if he loses his estate your wish to be mine will be fulfilled completely. Unfortunately he wants to make big money. He wants you to race for him, he wants to bet on you so he wants you to win all the races! Ohhhh... it is ready... what do you think, which colour would fit your toes the best for the first race? No need to coat them with any nail art or multicolour polish, at the end of these races your feet will be quite used up. I'm thinking of black, deep blue or maybe dark green. Which colour do you prefer?"

“I believe black will fit me best,” Aurelia answered.

"So shall it be done..." Laura replied and chose the right polish. "If you lose your races his money will flow away, and soon he will find himself under my control. Certainly he won't be happy when you start to lose... he will be very rough and he will try to motivate you in every possible way. EVERY WAY means this won't be an easy task for you my poor darling..." she continued to polish Aurelia's toes. "So you need to be strong and very resolute. I'm so sorry that I have to expose you to his anger, but there is no other way. You should win your first two races, that will give you some reputation and Tyros will have more courage to bet larger sums. I will let you know when it's time to start losing," she finished with one foot and started to work on the other.

"Aurelia... whatever happens I will defeat Tyros and get you. Whether you help me or not. Please consider that in case of the second option I won't be too grateful, but quite upset with you... What do you think I'm doing to bitches who make me upset?"

“You will probably tear their toe-nails off, then clip their toes, cut their soles and force them to walk on a bed of salt crystals,” said Aurelia, trying to win Laura’s confidence.

"That's obvious, but you should know that I'm into much more... creative ways of torture too. I prefer feet, but also have the competence to torture every spot of your lovely body, and all of my slaves lost their sanity while 'enjoying" my hospitality. I do not suggest you test my talents..." Laura whispered and smiled like an innocent angel.

"So my proposal is the following: you help me to get you and Tyros by losing your races, and in exchange when this happens, you will be my personal sex slave instead of being my loudest screaming pain slave... on the supposition that you pass the test you've asked for..." she said as she carefully finished the polishing of another nail. "What's your answer?"

“Laura, is there no other way? I have seen one of these races on TV. They seem terrible and both the winner and the loser got out terribly battered. After a couple of those, I would be pretty useless to you, or I could even be dead. That’s not what you want, is it? Can’t you arrange my escape? You could release me and let me out of this house. Then I would go to your house and nobody would ever know that I am at your place. They would be looking for me in the streets or in the outskirts of the city. Then we would be alone and able to fulfill our darkest fantasies. What do you say to that plan?”

"Ohhhhh... hahaha..." Laura laughed and playfully blew onto the freshly polished toes. "Don't be so selfish, my dear. This whole story is not only about you... My first intention was to trap Tyros. Now I want you too, but my joy will be complete only if both of you fall into my hands. I'm afraid we cannot spare you a few races... you need to be a strong girl. Furthermore, I will love watching you participate in these races. I'm pretty sure you'll give us a great show! And please, do not worry about your physical condition; Tyros will take care of your body, he won't let you race in any competition that would cause you too severe damage. And to top it off, I will be with you all the time, and I will personally nurse your battered feet after each race, so that as long as it is possible they will remain in almost perfect condition" Laura explained, smiling. "I want you to nod and accept my proposal. In return, I grant you a better life after we're done with all of this... so, can I have your word?"

Aurelia was thinking quickly. Her plan had failed and she quickly had to find a new one. Maybe she could escape while being transferred to the race stadium, or while locked there? “I understand and I hope I shall not disappoint you. You have my word” she answered. Laura nodded and began to draw circles onto Aurelia's soles with the long nail of her index finger.

“By the way. I’ve talked to Trixie. I had all the afternoon to get to  know my new slave better. She sang to me like a lark, I did not even need to motivate her. Some gentle foot massage and sensuous toe sucking, along with the screaming of an old, boring slave whose soles were melting in strong acid, inspired Trixie to tell me everything. Actually, she is in love with you. I should be jealous but I’m not, it is always funny to watch my slaves have emotional chains... Also, Trixie mentioned that she was a first-link trader in Ashagen’s organization, but that she had made a terrible mistake. She had delivered a slave who proved to be a spy...” Laura chatted but her eyes were scanning Aurelia’s face without relaxation. “What terrible luck! How easy it is to glide from Ashagen’s trader to Ashagen’s slave... interesting, isn’t it?”

Aurelia had been feeling the trap arriving by the tone Laura had used since she had begun to speak about Trixie. There had been something not quite natural in her wording and thus she had been bracing herself against anything. Anyway, she had to call on all the power gathered during her training to remain perfectly calm as Laura mentioned the spy. She blinked her eyelids just a little faster and her pupils barely increased in diameter. Her heart beat had quickened though and she was eager to know more about Jenny. However, as Laura got her information from Trixie, it was doubtful that she knew more than Aurelia already knew. Thus, resisting the urge to inquire about the spy’s fate, she pretended that Laura was questioning her about Trixie’s love for her.

“Yes, I had noticed she had a crush for me, although I can hardly say that this is reciprocal. She can be quite insane at times, I have noticed, and she lacks style. I’m not interested in that kind of woman,” she answered, trying to lead Laura to a less treacherous path.

"Oh, you shouldn't think so. Trixie seems to be a very interesting woman, she really has some talent for causing pain and suffering, I can tell. She also has very sexy feet; I like the shape of her toenails very much. When you'll be with me, and with Trixie of course, I will spend long hours watching you two adoring each other’s feet; that turns me on," Laura replied.

“Maybe… But her class is far from reaching yours,” Aurelia answered.

"Wow... how nice you are, thank you!" Laura purred. "You will have plenty of time to prove your admiration... a bit later... Now back to Trixie's story... The spy who caused her fall became a very famous slave here; she was participating in several games in the Painbringer Arena. She won a dozen races before she was too much battered, so her owner transferred her to the Final Scream games. I would never have thought that skilled spies can be so efficient! She survived another four games and she is still alive! I have heard only a few times before about slaves who survived more than three races in the Final Scream Arena! It happened that I knew her owner, a very nice guy who runs a big stable with several slaves participating in games. Before I came here, I visited him and also inspected this admirable slave of his." Laura explained as she was playing with Aurelia's freshly polished toes, bending them back and forth, inserting her fingers between the toes. But Laura's eyes never strayed from Aurelia's face, she was watching the girl and a covert smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Aurelia’s heart missed a beat as she learned that Jenny was still alive but in such terrible condition. She had to gather all her energy to remain impassive. She was beginning to realise that her chiefs might have made a mistake in sending her along Jenny’s tracks. Her personal connection with the disappeared agent might prove a disadvantage. She was taking this affair emotionally, much too emotionally, and her enemies could take advantage of this. She struggled to keep her mask closed, focusing her mind on Laura’s play with her toes. But in the back of her mind, she was anguished by Jenny’s fate.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You are tickling me!” she protested, wiggling her feet and toes pretending that it was making her unable to concentrate. Laura noticed the wiggles of Aurelia's toes and this caused her obvious pleasure, but she went on talking mercilessly.

 "Poor wench... she is so severely wounded after twelve Painbringer and four Final Scream races. She doesn't have any unscathed spot on her once perfect body. For example: one of her tits is actually missing, the other is covered with scars. Burn scars, spots where her tit was pierced, hooked or impaled, and I suppose in one of the games her tit was also skinned in rectangles... very nasty sight you can bet." Laura said and took a cigarette from her pocket, lit it and deeply inhaled the smoke.

Aurelia suppressed a shiver as she imagined what the poor Jenny had gone through. She must look like a wreck now. She felt the tingling of tears ready to burst into her eyes at the memories of all she had done with Jenny. She was two years younger than her and she had taken personal care of her training. In the male world of Intelligence, she knew how a girl could feel isolated and out of place. She had taught her all the tricks of the trade, how to use her charm to climb the steps. And now, her student, her friend, Jenny, was utterly destroyed, waiting a cruel and painful death in some filthy, damp cell. She shook her mind, trying to think to something else. She had to forget about Jenny or she was going to reveal herself.

She was conscious of Laura’s piercing eyes focused on her. Laura was obviously a very sharp woman. She was yet unsure if there was any connection between her and Jenny and was trying to find out. Aurelia had to be very careful if she wanted to outwit her.

"Her owners assured me that despite her condition she can still scream like a banshee, although since her last race in which she had to endure the classic act of being hanged by the neck, her screams are a little bit hoarse. What do you think, if I would let Tyros make you run in twelve races, and then resign you to the Final Screams Games, would you still keep your sanity?"

Aurelia started at the sudden question. “Uuuh! This woman is indeed incredible. She sounds very strong. I doubt I would ever do half as good as  she did. But of course, I do not have her training…”

"I ask this because she did... I could see in it her eyes. Her owner told me that the girl had never confessed for whom she was spying for and from where she came! Amazing willpower! Of course I have examined her hands and feet too, like a connoisseur. I simply love to inspect severely tortured extremities. Unfortunately she has lost all of her fingernails, but to my big surprise, the nails of one foot were intact. Well, intact is a bit too strong an expression; let's say she still had toenails. They were blackened a bit, the nail-beds were raw from all the needles and sticks that were shoved under her nails during her career in the arenas, but those nails were whole enough for an in-depth inspection. Her owner granted me a favour so even though it is not in good enough condition for being stitched onto my new necklace, I brought it with me." Laura whispered with renewed sexual excitement and took another handkerchief from her reticule. She unfolded it and showed Aurelia an awfully discoloured, cracked, rectangular piece of horn. "What a beauty this must have been in its original condition!" Laura panted. "Do you agree with me?"

Aurelia gasped in shock at the sight of this remnant of her friend. She swallowed the tears that were coming to her eyes and transformed her horror into an expression of awe. “Oh my god! That’s incredible! I have never seen that! Look what it must have been through. I’m creaming at the thought of what her toes must have gone through! She must have suffered quite a lot. I’m regretting that I’m arriving too late to see it.”

"My oh my..." Laura whispered and look deep into the girl's eyes... "I still cannot decide if you're really turned on by this," showing off the ripped toenail, "or are trying to fool me." She reached between Aurelia's legs, rubbing her pussy with her fingers. "You're not exactly creamy... but at least not dry..." she said.

“You and me, we are so similar. I have never met someone with tastes so similar to mine. I have always thought I was the only one in the World with such fantasies. They were scaring me and I felt ashamed of them. Now that I have discovered Ashagen, I feel like I could fulfill them eventually. It is bad luck that I am on the wrong side of the fence. But I am hoping that you will change that and that we can be friends, lovers and have fun together torturing feet of helpless slaves,” Aurelia answered, instilling more of her mental drug in Laura’s mind. She could feel that Laura was willing to believe her but did not yet dared to do so. With the right amount of emotional engineering, Laura would be changed into a mere puppet in Aurelia’s skilful hands.

Aurelia was trying to keep her mind churning on all the data that were presented to her. Jenny had kept her secret. This was amazing! In spite of the despair she must have been smothered in. Brave Jenny! She had always been a strong girl, very resistant to pain. Memories of their training sessions came to Aurelia’s mind.

Routine torture training consisted of two kinds of sessions. Those where one agent was trying to make another talk and those where they were both subjected to torture with the first one breaking being the loser. Jenny had proved a very strong opponent in both situations, out-competing Aurelia in several cases. She remembered one of these occasions where the two trainees had been hanging from the ceiling by their arms bound behind them. They were both naked as was usual in these exercises. Their toes were barely centimetres over the floor. They were both dripping with cold sweat. They had been facing each other for hours, grimacing around their huge wooden-ball gags. Their contorted shoulders and strangled wrists were filling their arms and torso with intense agony. Their eyes remained locked together for most of the session as they tried to evaluate their “opponent’s” resistance. They were hardly moving at all as each stir caused more agony in their stretched arms. They were panting in short gasps, forced to fight against the gravity, which was pulling down on their diaphragms to prevent them getting fresh air into their tired lungs. This had been a battle of will. Both women were too proud to renounce first, in spite of the unbearable pain that was growing in their stretched bodies. After hours of incredible agony, both girls were utterly exhausted and had sweated out all the water they could. Their jaws were aching from clenching on the unyielding wooden balls, their eyes burned with all the sweat they had swallowed, they had barely enough strength to breathe. Suddenly, there was a popping sound and Jenny fell down another couple of centimetres. There was a second similar sound and Jenny fell lower again, moaning in agony through her gag. To Aurelia’s horror, she realised that both Jenny’s arms had been pulled out of their shoulder sockets. Her weight was now supported only by tendons and muscles. Jenny was obviously suffering phenomenal agony and Aurelia was expecting to win the session in a few seconds. But the young girl was so stubborn that she preferred her arms to receive permanent damage than to admit her defeat. Through her own haze of pain, Aurelia could see what was happening. Her own pride was not strong enough to let Jenny injure herself. She pressed the button taped on her right palm, signifying that she wanted to stop the session, losing the challenge. Yes, Jenny was the proudest and most stubborn girl she had ever met…

Aurelia’s thoughts were interrupted by Laura’s voice. "I made a very interesting finding, my dear Aurelia... you know how much I love to play with pretty toes and with their even prettier toenails. This toenail in my hand is somehow special, even after it has faced days or weeks of heavy torments. This pretty toenail is solid as steel... still hard, cracked but intact, stronger than the horn of a bull. Although I haven't had the opportunity - yet - to test your nails, darling, I believe they're quite... mmmhhhh... similar. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Aurelia felt panic invading her. Now she was sure of it. It had been a mistake to send her on Jenny’s steps. They were much too similar. It would be too easy to notice the similarity. She tried to think fast and find a way out of this trap. “Well, I have already revealed to you a secret I have never told to anyone: my foot fetishism. This is something that has been in me since my youngest age. I have always taken care of my feet, toes and nails with the highest attention. I have followed calcium-magnesium-rich diets since puberty and I have daily painted my nails with a special lotion whose recipe was given to me by a close friend. That’s why I have such healthy nails. But there is nothing else. You cannot think I am a spy, can you?”

"Ohhh... I believe you darling, why should I be mistrustful. By the way, the poor girl will have her obviously last race tomorrow, she will enter the Final Screams Arena again, and this time she won't make it out alive, I'm afraid; she is too much used to be able to survive another race... I had the idea for a short moment to buy her from her owner - a big champion like her would deserve some pampering before leaving this Earth -, but what could I do with her? She would just consume food and water, and would only be a pain in my neck. What a pity..." Laura finished, smoked her cigarette and watched Aurelia's face as a cruel smile was dancing on her demonic, beautiful face.

Aurelia did not fall into this clumsy trap. She knew very well what kind of pampering Laura was thinking about. The race might well be the less cruel of the two deaths. Still, she was burning with the desire to see Jenny one last time. And maybe to let her know that her mission had not completely failed, that the Agency was progressing and the she, Aurelia, was going to continue her task and bring all of Ashagen’s citizen in front of their judges. It might be dangerous to meet her, she knew very well, but this was the least she could do.

“Yes, this would be a waste of food and water. But you know what, I would love so much to see her suffering one last time. She looks so much like an exceptional person! It must be quite a show to see her racing. Do you think you could entice Tyros to let me attend that race?” Aurelia asked.

Laura looked at her with obvious confusion. "You're totally crazy, Aurelia” she said. “I like blood-thirsty, foot-fetishist, selfish cunts, but you are asking too much! I will ask Tyros to train you a bit more efficiently; we have been talking for a few hours now and this is your third or fourth request or suggestion. You have too much self-confidence despite your status..." she said, anger quavered in her voice.

“Please Laura! I am not making any suggestion. But just think of it: this girl might die at any moment. She sounds so fantastic. We cannot miss that! Think of that: her death race! This will probably the most fantastic race of her career!” Aurelia answered, imitating the exalted expression Laura had been showing earlier.

"Fucking no, forget it! You are already entered in an upcoming race, the day after tomorrow, and you won't be available tomorrow..." she refused Aurelia's request.

“Then I am free tomorrow. Oh, please, Laura! You will like it as much as me!” Aurelia pleaded.

"It seems you really want to see that spy under ultimate suffering... I can set that up for you, but such kindness asks for reward. If you REALLY want to see her scream I might buy her, transfer her to my house and later let you watch her screaming... the question is: what is it in for me? What could you afford for me? You, a bound slave, sentenced for a life – a definitely short life – of long suffering." Laura mocked Aurelia and positioned herself next to the girl. She sat back, raised her left leg, removed the whorish high-heeled shoe and stretched her leg, resting her heel on Aurelia breasts, her sand and sweat covered toes pointing straight at the girl's ringed lips. "I give you a few minutes to think while you lick my toes... do it well and beware of those fangs of yours. I have no idea what I would do to a slave who would hurt my feet, but I wouldn't suggest that you find it out..." she said and closed her eyes, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia's face.

As Laura’s foot came in the range of Aurelia’s teeth, her human anatomy courses quickly unrolled in her mind. She visualised the dorsalis pedis artery running down the back of the ankle. A strong bite with her new fangs and Laura would bleed to death. But Aurelia realised that death would not come fast enough. Laura would probably have the time to kill her, or to call for help before dying. Her best solution was to stick to her plan and use this opportunity to increase Laura’s desire for her.

Thus, in spite of the sweaty smell that was coming from Laura’s foot, Aurelia stuck out her tongue and began to lick her toes. She did it at first in short touches, licking toe after toe. The ring set in her tongue was getting in the way. It kept getting entangled in Laura’s toes. But given time, Aurelia learned to use her tongue more efficiently. She began to lick more passionately, mimicking what Laura had done to her earlier. The rings pierced in her lips were rubbing against the foot, the fresh wounds still causing some mild pain to the Agent. She sucked on each toe, closing her lips around them, pushing her tongue between them, coating them in her saliva. As Laura pushed her foot closer, she tried to engulf the tip of her foot inside her mouth but her long fangs were in the way and she hand to content herself with licking the ball of Laura’s foot. She kept sucking and sucking, emitting excited moans all along. Her eyes were closed but from under her eyelashes she observed Laura’s reactions.

The sadistic woman enjoyed every moment of Aurelia's eager foot worship. Her eyes were closed, she touched her crotch and rubbed her palm against her sex through her skirt and panties. As the girl's tongue spread sticky, warm saliva all over her sensitive toes, Laura began moaning and purring, her toes wiggling in rhythm with Aurelia's tongue lashes. The ringed tongue and the wet toes were dancing together in sensuous harmony. Laura slid one hand under her skirt, under her panties and started to play over her pussy as she moved her foot closer to Aurelia's mouth, positioning her knee and ankle so as to provide the bound girl with an easier access to every spot of her foot.

As Laura offered more of her foot, Aurelia ran her ringed tongue all along the sole. There were dust and sand grains there, which she had to swallow. Her tongue continued its work on Laura’s heel and on her Achilles’ tendon. The aesthetician’s foot was soon glistening under its layer of saliva.

Only a few minutes later, Laura was drunk with joy and sexual excitement. She wiggled her toes some more, searching for Aurelia's lip rings and stuck her smaller toes into some of them, wiggling them wildly and moaning loudly. She became rougher and rougher as her climax approached, she was rubbing her sex energetically with her hand as she forced her foot against Aurelia's nose, rubbing the rings against the pads of her sole. The poor agent’s lips were stretched in all directions, making her blinding white fangs flash as they were uncovered and renewing the pain in the freshly punctured holes. Laura pointed downwards with her slutty red painted toes and actually forced her foot into the girl's mouth, stretching her lips and even made Aurelia's fangs scrape the milk-white skin on the side of her instep. The slave gasped and retched as Laura’s foot forced her mouth wide open and pressed her tongue down. She tried to turn her head sideways but the foot was already too deep. Her eyes bulged as she resisted the sudden urge to puke. Meanwhile, Laura was keeping her eyes shut, not even noticing the scratches caused by the fangs. She forced her foot deeper and deeper, her toes were dancing wildly between the Agent's palate and tongue, gagging her toy-girl completely. Suddenly Laura let out a loud, long, mewing scream, her back tensed and her toes reached Aurelia's tonsil and almost tore her mouth apart. Aurelia moaned loudly and then choked as her air supply was almost entirely cut off. Her eyes bulged out and her ringed nostrils flared widely as she desperately tried to suck fresh air in her panicking lungs. Her face turned red and she yanked forcefully on her arms and legs. But her frantic efforts remained completely unnoticed by her tormentor. Laura’s hand was stirring so intensely under her skirt that the soft textile of her panties was ripped. She opened her eyes, gazed at her foot half-way down the girl's throat, and continued screaming. She was shaking and drooling in utter ecstasy. Her frantic quivering subsided slowly, but her crazed, lusty and insane eyes were flashing wildly even after she had removed her hand from her skirt and was licking the pussy juices dripping from her fingers. Finally, she noticed Aurelia’s purple and panicked face and she yanked out her foot. Spittle and gobs of saliva were sloshed into all directions, as the choking girl shook her head and replenished her aching lungs. Two long, bleeding wounds defaced Laura’s foot where Aurelia's canine teeth had scratched the skin. Laura bent her knee and brought her foot right in front of her toy’s face.

"I may be wrong..." she started in voice made coarse by her crazy screaming, "but something about a suggestion of not hurting my foot is in the back of my mind..." she said. But before she could proceed with her sentence, she snapped at her own big toe, sucked it deeply, slurped down Aurelia's thick gobs of saliva still covering the toe. "Mmmmhhhhh... tastes so good..." she went on while sucking each toe, swallowing every drop of the slave's saliva. Finally she placed her slightly bleeding foot onto the floor and stared at Aurelia. The slave was still panting hard and coughing as she tried to recover her breath.

"So... your negotiating position has worsened... you have asked a favour from me, but in reward you also bit my foot. Your only attenuating circumstance is that not only your toes and cunt, but also the depths of your throat tastes good," she said while lighting a new cigarette. "The facts are that we have agreed on trapping Tyros. You're going to win the first couple of races and you will lose those following, until he is broke. I will make you know when the time to lose has come. Now, you want me to secure you a place for watching that battered cunt die in the Final Scream Arena. You bit my foot and caused bleeding. So, what should we do with this tricky situation? Tell me something REALLY tempting, something that melts my ice-cold heart and that makes me believe that my efforts to save the spy-girl for another race are worth the price. Something that makes me forget what you've done to my delicate foot..." Laura whispered, grinning. Her grin was frightening.

Aurelia quickly thought about something that would tease the sadistic woman. “I know how I can make this worth of your efforts. As soon as this girl is safe at your home with me, I shall prepare her for her last night with you. This last night will be the worst and the longest of her entire life, but to you I promise that it will be a continuous series of powerful orgasms. If you allow me to, I shall use a set of ropes to make a complex harness around your waist and legs. To this harness I shall fasten our strong girl. She will be wrapped inside a leather bag so that her ugly appearance and her unhealed wounds do not spoil the sheets. Only the front of her face and her arms will be visible. The rest of her body will be hog-tied inside the bag. Her face will be strapped tight against the soles of your feet and her arms will be strapped along your legs with her hands against your pussy and your anus. I shall install a choker around her neck, connected to a handle near your head. As long as you pull on this handle, the choker will let her breathe. Pulling on it will be easy as you experience orgasm after orgasm but if you get bored at any time or fall asleep, the choker will slowly tighten around her throat and she will die in about one hour. She will know this and this will motivate her to do her best to please you. She will do it even more frantically since she will have passed the previous couple of hours licking the unwashed feet of the lowliest of your working slaves so that your delicate feet will taste and smell like a dessert to her.”

"Hmmm... your idea is worth considering. I might use you and your mind to make my life even more exciting. Okay darling... I believe we're done for today..." Laura sighed and stood up. She slid her naked, still glistening foot into to her high-heel sandal and tried to buckle it, and hopped for some seconds. "From what I have heard from Trixie, your travel was a bit exhausting... forced into painful positions during your collection and flight, spending an active day in the slave trader's gym and you also missed the night rest yesterday. You must have been awake for three or four days of continuous stress, you must be very tired. I suggest you to sleep as much as you can... you will need your strength and an awesome form for the upcoming race. If you are a good girl, you will soon meet the champion spy. Don't disappoint me, Aurelia. See you on your first race! I will have a ringside seat, I'm very eager to see you run..." she laughed and blew a kiss to Aurelia. She took her pocketbook and as she spun around and left, Laura playfully caressed Aurelia's black painted toes. The ticking of her high-heels soon died away and the girl was left alone in her cell.

Few minutes later Tyros returned. With a very strict expression on her face, he sat by Aurelia's head.

"I strongly hope you've not forgotten what I have told you about who is your true master" he said while examining the girl's saliva-covered, glistening face. "I see she took her time with you... did she cause any damage?"

“No, she didn’t. Well, she almost choked me to death with her foot but this didn't leave any physical damage.”

"Good... Innocent sexual interaction is allowed... I fucking don't trust her, so if at any time she do something rough to you I want you to report it to me immediately! I was worrying that she might be unable to resist your feet... but they seem fine. Now, listen! You're going to race in the Painbringer Arena the day after tomorrow. I've entered you into a race that is less risky but usually attracts many spectators. If you do well, you won't suffer any permanent damage although it will be painful... it will hurt more than anything before in your life... but you will learn the details later. Tomorrow you'll be transferred to the Arena's stables. All participant slaves must be there one day before the race; the Arena’s owners want to avoid the effects of any short-term drug or stimulant. You will spend your next night there, together with the other slaves. You will be trained and prepared for the race in the morning. I want you to win! I want you to defeat all the other slaves and cross the finish line in the very first place! If you win, you'll have a great life compared to any other slave in Ashagen. If you fail to satisfy me you will suffer inhuman pain. This is very simple... How much time has passed since you ate last time? Are you hungry at all?"

“I can’t even remember the last time I ate a regular meal. Lately I have been solely fed sperm and urine… So, I am really hungry.”

"I thought so. I brought you some nutrition, a protein and carbohydrate-rich mixture," Tyros said. He returned from his room with a bottle. It was made of white glass and a huge amount of whitish liquid wobbled in it. He sat back to Aurelia's face and opened the bottle. "I don't think you will like the taste, but who the fuck cares about your gastronomic taste? Open your mouth and gulp down all of it. I don't want to see a single drop missed, got it?"

From the look of the bottle, Aurelia had not held very high hopes about its contents but as it got close to her nose, the smell that was coming out of it repelled her. It stank of rancid sperm and acrid piss. She grimaced and turned her face away, disgusted.

"You're so picky! As you have already suspected, the basic material is sperm, which I have collected from the male slaves and animals of the property. It is mixed up with some rich mineral water, tainted milk and I've also pissed into it, just to spice it up. Now shut the fuck up and drink it, we don't have all night," he said and with the speed of snakebite he grabbed Aurelia's chin, forcing his strong fingers between Aurelia's jaws and through her cheeks. Aurelia was tied, tired and exhausted; several spots of her body were throbbing with pain. The man was fresh and strong, the poor Agent had no chance to resist. She opened her mouth wide, Tyros’ punishing fingers sending harsh pain to her brain. "Here we go, enjoy your meal, cunt!" Tyros grunted as he propped the neck of the bottle against Aurelia's lower teeth. The bottle was slanted and the foul mixture poured into the girl's mouth.

The bottle was spreading Aurelia’s jaws far apart while its opening was resting on the back of her mouth. The offensive liquid quickly overwhelmed her swallowing capacity and filled her mouth. Tyros pulled the bottle out to let her gulp it down. The disgusting goo's taste was even worse than what Aurelia had expected. It was simply horrid. She fought the urge to puke it, knowing very well from past experience that everything would ultimately be forced down her gullet, however many times she would have vomited it. Still the experience was terrible, even to a woman as hungry as Aurelia was.

She had just swallowed the last drop of the first mouthful, and then Tyros shoved the bottle back into her mouth to serve her another ration. The poor girl’s stomach was now receiving the first gobs of the nasty mixture and it was rebelling. It was to no avail as a new train of foulness was coming down, preventing any rejection. Aurelia’s misery was total. Her fangs were grinding uselessly against the bottle as she tried to push it away. Again, the bottle did not leave her mouth until it was full. Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears as she had to ingest the disgusting stuff once again.

The process was repeated several times until all of the bottle had been emptied in Aurelia’s belly. Tyros straightened himself, looking at his slave. The area around her mouth and nose was smeared with the whitish, stinking stuff. Her teeth were connected by threads of it and her mouth was coated with it. Aurelia tried to say something, but she felt dizzy. Her vision was blurring, her mind was getting fuzzy. “This bastard has drugged me,” was her last thought before falling into unconsciousness.