Ashagen-04: Escape

English edited by Scarab

Chapter XVI - Night shift

Aurelia had been knocked out, the drug injected into her had overwhelmed her mind and pushed her into silent darkness. All of the horrors she had experienced between the walls of the Mengele Institute became her newest memories. Memories of the worst kind, the type that birthed the sweatiest nightmares of a lifetime. So when the young agent finally started to regain her consciousness, she was floating at the edge of sleep and awareness, and her drugged mind replayed horrible images. Images of terribly crippled bodies, blood, butchered humans, separated limbs and screaming mouths twirled in her head for a very long time, before she could cross the threshold of consciousness and wake up.

She found herself in a very short cell, laying on her back. It wasn't as big as the smallest cell in a normal prison, it was more of a hole. The small room was surrounded by cold stone walls, and the ceiling was too close, looming around half a metre above her. The place was also so narrow that her shoulders could just fit very tightly between the two walls. The hole was as long as her body and she could feel the wet, cold stones against the top of her head and her soles touched the iron bars that closed the cell. The hole was dark but some dim light filtered through the dense grid of iron bars so she could see her own body, but nothing else.

Aurelia tried to move, expecting to be restrained. To her surprise, and relief, she found that she was not. She could not remember the last time that had happened. Still, the freedom this conferred her was mostly psychological as the cell was so narrow, that it completely frustrated any movement. The hole was dark, damp and it stank of sweat and excrements. She managed to roll onto her belly and, resting on her elbows, explored her environment with her fingers. She found that there were a series of thumb-wide round holes pierced along the bottom edge of the back wall. No air was coming through them though; whatever their purpose, it was not aeration. They seemed to be for draining water out of the cell. She remarked to herself that the floor was very slightly sloped towards them. Most of the stench seemed to come out of these holes. Sick from the foul air, Aurelia decided to try and turn herself so as to have her head close to the grating.

It was more easily planned than executed though. First she rolled back on her butt and then tried to sit up. The ceiling was so low that she could not straighten entirely. By lowering her head until her chin was firmly planted in her chest and by contorting her torso, she managed to pass beyond the vertical position. She was now doubled over, with the tip of her nipples brushing her thighs. Once again, she rolled over onto her back. She parted her knees and pressed them to the floor on each side of her head. This gave her room to fold her lower legs, pressing her feet against her buttocks. Then she carefully extended her legs and pushed her feet against the back wall until she was completely stretched out once again, but with her head now against the grating. Air was a little less thick here, but not that much.

During her struggles to turn her body fore-and-aft she realized that the minor wounds caused by Kelly and the Heavy Feet Race in the Arena had been professionally treated. Small bands covered her skin where the needles had been inserted into her feet and where the little dogs had scratched her ankles. She felt a bitter taste filling her mouth, which must come from some disinfectant solution. Whatever had happened in the hospital after Wesserling had injected his drugs into her arm must have been some real medical treatment.

She peeked through the narrow spaces between the bars. A long corridor was right in front of her, lit by real torches instead of electricity. It looked like an old-style dungeon. The walls were made of stones and were completely covered with iron grids similar to hers. One, two, dozens, hundreds... she was in a place where hundreds of humans could be locked inside small holes like hers. As her mind was getting clearer, she could hear pitiful moans, low voices crying and the noises of unseen struggles from some cells; she was far from being alone. The prisoners were placed in holes quite far apart from each other, so sometimes complete silence filled the corridor for several long minutes, before one or two of the others started to struggle or cry again.

Pressing her face against the bars, Aurelia tried to call the other prisoners. "Hello? Who is here? Can you hear me?" She pushed her fingers through the bars as this was all she could do, listening intently. But nobody answered. She tried a few more times with no better success. Either they could not hear her, or they did not bother to answer.

She turned to the task of studying the grating that closed off her tiny world. It was square, its width equalled the width of the cell and its height was somewhat smaller than the cell's height. Its bars were thick, narrowly spaced, crossing at right angles and were solidly welded together. They were much too thick to attack with her teeth. She found that one of them was moving very slightly up and down. It might belong to the locking mechanism but without metal tools it was impossible to open it. There was no padlock or keyhole in the grating itself. The opening mechanism was probably placed in the wall, out of reach of her fingers. It was nowhere to be seen, even when she pressed her face against the grid and tried to peek at the nearby wall. Aurelia tried to scratch around the bars with her strengthened nails but there was nothing that could be done. She was securely trapped in that cramped space.

Time made no sense in the dungeon, the torches burned down slowly and finally the first torch died. The others lasted for a bit longer but soon the whole corridor sank into pitch black darkness. 'Noooooo... not the dark again...' a high-pitched girlish voice squealed from some distance away.

The darkness was complete. Aurelia could not see anything at all, which added to her misery. She tried to sleep to gain some energy but her position was so uncomfortable that it was impossible. She had already gotten enough rest during her artificial lethargy and now all she could do was wait and wait and wait. The cell was cold, damp and hard. Her back soon ached from resting on the stones and she rolled over onto her belly. Not much time passed before this position got unbearable too and she rolled onto one side. Then to the other side. Then she rolled again onto her back, which was still a little sore. As hours passed, she kept rolling in her stone coffin.

What bothered her was the pressure increasing in her bladder. She tried to hold as long as she could but at last the urge was too strong and she had to pee. She felt the warm stream against her thighs. The stench increased in the confined atmosphere of her hole, adding to her plight. She was now bathing in her urine. For some reason, the drain holes were not functioning - or they were not drain holes at all.

The artificial night continued and Aurelia had to pee two more times while fighting more delicate urges. She was covered with sweat and urine and her limbs were aching with cramps. How long would she be kept in this pit? How many days had already passed? She felt thirsty and hungry. She was getting claustrophobic in this tiny space. She was beginning to understand why some of the other prisoners were screaming in madness. She wondered how long her own mind could survive in such a hopeless and stressful situation. What was Laura doing? And Athis? Had they finally sold her to someone else? Had they found out about her mission and decided to entomb her alive? What were they thinking at the Company? Were they still waiting for news from her or had they already sent a rescue team? Panic was slowly building inside her and she had to gather all her power to fight it and remain calm.

An endless period of time - actually it was "only" 10 hours - had passed when finally something happened: steps could be heard approaching. A harsh light blinded Aurelia, and she had to close her eyes. When she could finally reopen her eyes, new torches had been lit. In the middle of the corridor, three big, black-hooded men - like executioners from the dark ages – were standing in front of Aurelia’s cell. One of them did something and the dodgy bar slid down from the grid, and the whole grid opened like a door. Two hooded lads grabbed the girl, one held her wrists together with one huge hand and the other took a firm grip on her red mane. They started to pull together and the girl was actually yanked out of her tight hole. The numb and tingling girl could hardly resist, as the hooded figures started to work on her. She was laid on her back, her ankles were tied together with a wide leather strap, so tightly that the slowly awakening nerves were snuffed again, cutting her blood supply almost totally. The strap was so wide and so tight that she could not turn or twist her legs. They were pressed hard against each other and kept resolutely parallel.

Tiny rubber rings were wrapped around the base of her big toes so tightly that the thin rubber cut deep into her toe flesh and her toes soon started to swell with trapped blood. Her tongue ring was fished out from her mouth and the men tied it to the toe-rings with a short string. They tightened it until Aurelia was completely doubled over, her large breasts pushed hard against her knees. She was forced into a stretching exercise that would have caused pain even to the most flexible gymnasts. The leather ankle strap was preventing her from parting her knees and getting some relief. Larger rubber rings were wrapped around her elbows, right above the joint and were tightened until they cut deep into her arms, and adding to her desperation, the nipple piercings were attached to them with small hooks. This was pulling her large breasts apart, sideways, flattening them against her rib cage and bringing her nipples almost against her armpits. The other effect was to effectively pin her elbows against her sides.

The three men had remained silent while working on her but once finished with those preparations, one of them started to laugh.

“Time to take a walk, bitch! I suggest you to hurry because we’re not patient guys”. He slapped hard Aurelia’s left cheek. “Nooow, mooove!”

Aurelia was "sitting" on the stone floor, doubled over, her chest pressed against her legs, her tongue stretched far out of her mouth and linked to her backward-arched big toes. The position was extremely stressful and for a moment she wondered how they expected her to be able to move at all. She squirmed a little, trying to flex her legs a little so as to crawl on her heels and buttocks, but all she managed to do was to stretch her tongue some more and produce pitiful moans of pain. Her legs would not move at all and her feet and toes were already arched backwards to the fullest.

“Cooome ooon, bitch! You can do better than this! Ride, you fucking bitch, gooo gooo goooo!” the biggest hooded man roared.

Aurelia grunted in panic. She was totally paralysed. Even her head was straining to stay as straight as possible to relieve the incredible pain from her stretched tongue. Only her hands and lower arms could still move but in her present position she could hardly do anything useful with them. Maybe, if she could swing onto her side or back, she could make better use of her hands. She tried to rock her hips to swing herself down, to no avail. She was totally blocked.

"Want to get on your back?" one of the men asked, understanding what she was trying to do.

As she weakly nodded, he seized her by her matted hair and her left hip and swung her rudely onto her back. She yelped as she involuntarily yanked on her tongue ring. She could barely move her elbows as they were connected to her cruelly distended nipples, which were poking out from between her thighs and chest. The situation was now hardly better. Her crotch was in the air, offering a perfect sight of her sex to the three men. They did not restrain themselves from making lewd comments. The shiny metal rings pierced through her labia, clitoris and the sides of her anus were attracting their most outrageous jokes. But now Aurelia's hands were closer to the ground and she could use them to pull and push herself.

The corridor was long and the floor was not just dirty, but due to the incomplete interlocking of the stones, there were many tiny cracks and sharp stone edges that made it difficult for her to push herself forwards using her palms. She was grunting and moaning as each tiny move forward was made at the price of great exhaustion and agony. She could barely see where she was going as most of her sight was blocked by her legs and feet. But in a corridor, there was little chance to get lost. She was soon completely exhausted and covered with a greasy layer of perspiration. She was panting though her gaping mouth. Her stretched out tongue was dry and parched, her fingers were tired from pulling her weight.

“Loook, meeen! She loooks thiiirsty! Yeeeaahhh, it’s a hard way of walking. Give her some water, meeeen!” the lead executioner said and the desperately struggling Aurelia soon had to face three big pricks pulled from the men’s trousers. One of them stood behind her and the others on both sides, and they started to piss almost at the same time. They tried to aim their streams at her face, soaking her hair with their stinky piss, aiming at her open mouth, stretched tongue and blinking eyes. Aurelia remained still under the stinking shower, trying to get some rest. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm, pungent rain flowing on her face, getting into her gaping mouth. The urine's taste was awful but it did wet her parched lips and tongue somewhat. Her hair was soaked with it and stuck to her head and shoulders in a most miserable look.

Once her tormentors had emptied their bladders, she started her slow progression again. The corridor led to a staircase heading upwards. Every step was shiny from regular use and there also seemed to be slippery rounded edges. Aurelia's soles made the first contact. She managed to bring her feet on the first step but came to a full stop when the top of her skull touched the staircase.

“Do not dareeee to faaalll, bitch! I only like bitches who can climb the stairs without fallin!!” the leader roared again while bursting into a disgusting laugh. “You have ten minutes to climb! If you fail, we will carry you, but bitches usually hate being dragged upwards by their ears!” he said as he accidentally stepped on Aurelia’s left thumb, applying all his 120 kilos onto the delicate finger.

Aurelia screamed at the top of her lungs as her thumb was crushed against the stone floor. She sobbed and tried once again to bring the back of her head on the first step. By pushing and straining on her arms, causing much agony in her nipples, she managed to succeed. She took a few seconds of rest, but as she wanted to push herself higher, her fingers slipped and she fell back down on the floor. She let out a long scream of pain and frustration. This was a cruel joke. There was no way she could get her paralysed body up those stairs only using her already tired and sore fingers.

She tried a few more times, but each attempt brought her more exhaustion and agony. It felt as if her tongue was about to be ripped from her mouth and had been stretched to twice its original length. Her nipples too, stretched by the rings pierced through them, had been stretched and yanked severely. Her big toes had taken on a dark purple shade and had swollen. But maybe the worst feeling was the cramps that were coursing through her legs, soles and toes, which had been unnaturally arched  for so long. Her free toes were vainly wiggling, as if they could bring relief to their neighbouring over-stretched muscles. Her fingers, hands and forearms, covered with taut tendons and bulging, blue veins were desperately exploring the floor, trembling, testing the smallest cracks, but too cramped and weakened to be of any use.

"Ohhh.. whatta a laaazy bitch you arrrrreee..." the big man said, winking his eye at the others. "Releeeease the winch and briiiiing me the roooope, the bitch neeeeds some heeeelp!" he ordered and one of the hooded figures ran upstairs. His heavy footsteps echoed between the walls, indicating that the stairs were quite high. After some awful rattling sounds, the footsteps approached again and the man returned, pulling a thick rope behind him. The leader took the buckle hanging at the end of the rope and squatted by Aurelia's side. Pulling on her arched feet, he rotated her by 180°, bringing her butt against the lowest step.

"Since youuu wereee soo fuckiing laame, I'll help you out this time... just dooon't forget to thank meeee!!" he gargled before pinching the agent's ringed outer labia together, aligning their embedded rings. He simply  fastened the buckle through all 10 rings, five on each side, and stood up.

"Heeere we gooo, bitccchhh! This trick alwaaays woorks!" he burst into laughter and pushed a button on the wall. To Aurelia's sheer terror, a machine came alive somewhere at the top of the stairs, and a humming sound reverberated between the walls of the dungeon and the rope slowly tightened like a cord. The machine was pulling the rope upwards, dragging the girl's body with mechanical force!

As soon as she felt the slight tug on her labia, Aurelia began to struggle frantically to climb the stairs. Her tired mind was feeling panic again. She had no doubt that the sadists would have no pity for her and were ready to tear her nether lips from her body. Laura would surely disapprove but it would be too late when she would be informed.

As the tugging increased fast, she tried harder to lift her butt from the floor. To do that, she had to stretch her already painfully distended nipples  some more. With a gasp of strain and pain, she managed to lift her butt on the first step, its ridge cutting into her kidneys. She had no time to appreciate her "victory" though as the tug continued relentlessly.

The muscles in her arms bulged again, and her nipples were stretched a little more as she fought to push her butt higher. The pain in her labia was increasing exponentially. She was sweating like a fountain as she worked against gravity. The mere idea that she could slip and glide down, only stopped by the piercings in her sex was making her panic. She pushed on her hands and forearms, grinding her spine against the stone stairs, bringing her buttocks above the second step.

Only her heels and head were now touching the ground, and her shoulder blades were against the ridge of the first step. Her equilibrium was precarious and she was trembling like a leaf. But she could have no rest. The pull on her privates was constant. She climbed another step, her fingers clamped onto the smallest cracks in the stones. The pain in her stretched labia was growing as they were stretched farther and farther from her crotch. In spite of all her strength, Aurelia could not keep up with the tug.

"Look boss! This cunt has fucking elastic cuntlips! They are almost longer than the black bitch's from this morning!" one of the minions laughed, pointing at Aurelia's grotesquely stretched labia. They had now reached the middle of her thighs. Similarly, her nipples and breasts had been elongated to a point where their tips were touching the floor by her sides.

Step after step, Aurelia was forcing herself up the stairs, her body racked with pain, pouring sweat through all its pores, her long hair dragging behind her. Several times she had thought that her tongue would be torn from her mouth. Or her labia. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak normally after her tongue had been stretched so far.

After having climbed 20 steps, she was totally exhausted. The pull on her labia was growing and growing, but her sweaty back kept sliding on the stone. Her cramped muscles refused to push her higher. Her labia were being stretched and stretched. It was only a question of time before they would snap off.

"She won't do it! She is over with her strength! I told you that this position would be too much for any slut! It will rip her crotch!"

"Shuuut the fuuuuck uuup! Sheee caan staaand it! I recogniiize worthwhiilee slaaaveees!"

But it was obvious that she would not do it. The tip of her labia was reaching her knees now. They were so thin, and so long that light could be seen through them.

"Stooooooooop!" ordered the man. "Giiiive meee some slaaaack!"

Immediately, the rope got loose and Aurelia felt her labia fall on the ground. They did not take back their original shape, they just fell loose, like a pair of slack strings. The man attached another strap to the buckle passing through the line of 10 labia piercings. He led this strap through the pair of rings pierced on each side of Aurelia's anus.

"Staaaaart agaiiiin!" he ordered. "Noooow that will hoooold!"

The slack was removed and the painful pull started again, only this time it pulling on her anus as well. Aurelia had gotten some time to rest and could force herself up a few more steps before her energy abandoned her again. By then, there were still dozen of steps to climb. She was dragged on these by her crotch, barely using her arms to help her body to pass the step edges.

"God damn it! She really made it! You're a genius, boss!" the smaller man fawned upon his leader as the big man pushed another button and the pulling stopped. They were standing on the top of the stairs facing the winch driven by an electrical engine. The leader unfastened the buckle from Aurelia's labia and anus rings, admiring the inhumanly elongated pieces of female flesh.

"Haaard to believeee, niiine out ooof teeeen cuuunts wouuld haaave beeeen toooorn apaaart..." he murmured. "Taake heer! We aaaare ruuuning ouut of tiiime!" he barked and the two minions grabbed Aurelia's ears, pinching them hard. Without letting the girl catch her breath they started to walk along another corridor, forcing the girl to make heroic efforts to prevent the men from tearing her ears.

Crawling on a flat floor looked almost like a walk in the park, compared to that horrible stair climb. She was flapping her arms as fast as she could to keep up with the men. As she was half pulled on her back, her horribly elongated outer labia were dragging on the floor, the 10 rings rattling on the stones.

They dragged her to a huge, windowless room. The stone and wet walls and the shivering coldness again reminded Aurelia of the old-time dungeons. The room was split in half by a heavy, red theatre curtain. The minions dropped the girl in the middle of the room.

She was hapless and totally exhausted. Her back was screaming in pain, her legs and feet were coursing with terrible cramps. And of course, her nipples, labia and tongue were throbbing in unbearable agony. Still she welcomed the brief instants of rest she was allowed. Despair was sinking into her heart and mind. Her mission was slowly pushed lower and lower in her list of priorities. She was now merely hoping for a moment of painless rest where she could gather some energy. Then, she would just try and escape Ashagen. She was now feeling that her mission was a total failure and she just wanted to bail out as soon as possible, preferably before irreparable damage would have been done to her previously perfect body.

At the leader's command, the hooded men began to remove all of the ropes and straps that were forcing the girl’s body into the unpleasantly unnatural position. Her nipples were freed and the rubber rings encircling her elbows were removed. Then the tongue-stretching string was cut off so Aurelia finally could withdraw her tongue. At least she tried... but her tongue ligaments had been so stretched that it seemed to be much longer now. To her horror, she realised she had a lot of difficulty controlling it and pulling it back completely inside her mouth. The large ring pierced through its end was not helping either. After several fruitless attempts, she managed to gather all of the aching organ inside her parched mouth.

Then the men tried to yank off the rubber rings tightened around her big toes but due to the extreme swelling of her sensitive flesh, the rings could not be removed. Red swellings of crumpled, puffy, throbbing flesh were almost totally covering the rubber, so that after several rough tugs, the men had to leave them on. Aurelia's big toes were pulsating with throbbing pain.

“God damn it! That uptown arrogant bitch won’t be happy with this!” one of the executioners bitched angrily.

They left Aurelia on the floor, quite self-confidently knowing that the inhumanly exhausted and battered woman had no real chance to perform any unwanted action.

Aurelia desperately tried to move but her stretched, cramped legs would not respond and she was too exhausted to crawl on her arms alone. Panting hard and scared by the state she had been reduced to, she remained in a heap on the floor.

Two chains of shiny metal were lowered from the ceiling. The minions raised Aurelia’s arms upwards and the leader manacled the cuffs to the woman’s wrists. They were heavy, solid iron-rings, clearly designed for female wrists. Their diameter was so tight that they almost crushed Aurelia’s bones when they were roughly closed. The men dressed as executioners let the girl’s body fall, and the iron cuffs cut deep into her wrists, even more as the gravitation pulled on the mass of her body. The very tip of her aching toes barely touched the cold stone floor. She was more hanging than standing in a completely stretched position.

“Weee’re dooone with this shit fooor a whiiile. Leaveee!” the leader spat and all three of them left Aurelia alone in the hardly lit room.

Chapter XVII - Escape from the dungeons

At first, Aurelia was too weak and tired to move. She was just hanging by her wrists, breathing in short gasps, her arms stretched above her head. Her tongue had rolled out of her mouth and she had been unable to pull it back, now that it was dangling down. Its ring was slowly bouncing against the tip of her chin. Her mouth was too parched to produce any drooling though. Her breasts were still proud on her chest, but their nipples were strangely long and drooping, the weight of their rings pulling them down below the darker shade of the areolae. Her ribs were pressing against her skin and her hip bones seemed on the verge of piercing through. She never had had much fat on her body and the hardships had extracted most of it. Between her legs, her grotesquely elongated labia were dangling down with their 10 rings swinging between her knees. With her head bowed, she could see them and it was filling her mind with shock. Her throbbing, swollen big toes were brushing against the stone floor as her body was slowly swinging and spinning. She did not even dare to stand on them because the strangled flesh was so painful.

After about 20 minutes of hazy dangling, Aurelia's strong constitution was beginning to push some energy through her aching nerves. She lifted her tear-covered face and shook the cob-webs from her scared mind. She looked around herself and at her situation. She was alone and only restrained with wrist shackles. Usually, this would not have kept her prisoner for long but in her current weakened state, she was not sure if she would be able to break free.

She had not been left alone with such weak bondage for a very long time. She had to pick the occasion as there might well not be any other before she would be reduced to a human wreck. Gathering all the strength she could muster, she began to lift her legs, slowly, painfully. Her belly was clenched tight. It seemed as if a log was lying just underneath the skin. How difficult it was now to just lift her knees. A few weeks ago, she would have been able to bring her feet to her head in a matter of seconds. Now, her belly was cramping and trembling. But while her body had begun to decay under the crazy tortures, her mind was mostly intact, and her stubbornness was as strong as ever. In spite of the ache coursing through her abs, Aurelia fought to pull her legs higher and higher. Her knees reached her chest, leaving only her distended labia dangling below her buttocks. And then higher, until she was able to cross her ankles behind her arms, above her head. She was dripping with sweat and panting, but now she was able to get some rest before continuing.

Now this was going to be tricky. First, she had to make herself a lock picking tool. She was going to use a trick she had rehearsed many times during her training. She had become quite efficient at it, but then she had been fully rested and she had not been hanging by her wrists... She took a long breath before unhooking her right foot and lowering it carefully, while keeping her left leg locked behind her arms. She brought her toes to her mouth. She jerked in disgust at the stench of her own foot. Surmounting the smell, she was satisfied to see that her toe nails were intact under their layer of filth. Her first care was to push her tongue inside her mouth so that it would not be in her way. Then she selected her big toe and seized the long nail between her front teeth. Carefully, she clipped a piece of extra-strong horn out of it. She made sure it was as long as possible. Merely touching the swollen, dark-purple toe with her lips was enough to revive the pain they were throbbing with, but she ignored it and concentrated on her delicate task. Eventually, she placed the hard, crescent-shaped piece of horn between her lips. Her big toe was neatly clipped.

The most difficult task remained to do. She calmed the shaking of her right leg and brought her foot close to her lips again. She had passed long hours training her toes to be as deft as her fingers but now, with her big toe so cruelly strangled, it was so puffy and numb as to be completely useless. She would have to rely on her other toes instead. Delicately, she seized the piece of horn between her second and third toe, clamping it as strongly as she could. Her whole life was now hanging from this toenail clip. She lifted back her leg and locked it behind her arms to rest her trembling muscles. She was sweating like a fountain. Her mind was entirely focused on those two little toes.

Once rested, she brought her toes to her right wrist manacle. There, she could use the tips of her fingers to lead her foot towards the keyhole. Slowly, very slowly, painfully slowly, she pushed the nail clip into the hole. Then, using her middle finger nail as a small lever, she began to twist the cylinder while ramming the horn clip back and forth into the keyhole. Her highly trained fingers felt the pins of the internal mechanism aligning themselves. By chance those were common manacles. There were only four pins to work on, which was done in less than a minute.

There was a light click and immediately the bone-crushing pressure was relaxed on her right wrist. She let out a moan, a mix of hope and pain as her whole weight was suddenly supported by her left arm. Without losing a second, she lowered her legs and recovered the makeshift pick, which was still in its keyhole. Seconds later, her left wrist too was freed and she fell in a heap on the floor.

She could barely believe it! Finally she was free! She remained still for a few seconds, gathering energy. She had to force herself on her feet. She was so exhausted. Her cruelly strangled big toes were making walking a painful task. They were puffed and the blood filled tissues proved to be more sensitive than numb. Every step felt like dozens of small pins were being pushed into the meat of her toes, like she was walking on glowing embers. Her whole body was aching from such long abuse and stretching, but as the blood circulated freely again, she felt her courage  growing fast. She limped towards the heavy red curtain, feeling her labia bouncing between her thighs.

The heavy curtain swept across the floor so it seemed much easier to peek into the other side where it met the stone wall instead. The other half of the room was dimly  lit too. There was another heavy wooden door leading out. A female body was hanging from the ceiling, upside down, forced into a Y position. Iron shackles held her ankles and wrists, similar to Aurelia's. A short chain bolted to the floor pulled her arms downwards, while longer chains pulled her legs towards the edges of the ceiling. Her legs were stretched so tightly that their muscles were trembling continuously and short shocks coursed along the sweating skin from time to time. The curtain had been dampening all the sounds but now Aurelia could hear the rattling of the chains.

The hanging woman's head was covered with a black, silky bag tied around her neck. A plastic tube hung from its centre. Very low gurgling noises made it clear that the poor woman had to breathe through this narrow tube. Her body was in really awful condition. Her downward-stretched arms were reddened by blood, dried and fresh, and bloody bandages covered the tips of all her fingers. Her left breast was missing, with only a large, blackened, shapeless blob remaining in its place. Her other breast hung towards the floor. It must have been a really proud and shapely piece of female pride once, but now it was obviously elongated in an almost impossible way. It looked like a sack and reached down to where the woman's ear must be located under the bag. That modification reminded of Aurelia the horrors she had seen in the Mengele Institute. Even from where she stood Aurelia could see that the breast was missing its nipple and the whole areola. The skin was missing from a rectangular space of the size of a matchbox. Even the remaining skin was covered with burn marks, bruises, and big holes surrounded by gore. 

Aurelia slowly raised her eyes and scanned the pitifully trembling body. The flat abdomen was covered with all kinds of horrible marks, mostly caused by heat but some whip marks could also be seen. Aurelia counted three metal spikes of about 40 centimetres pushed through her belly muscles, their pointed ends protruding from the sides. The bottom of her belly was awfully  burnt and it was impossible to figure out what could have happened to the crotch area. It was totally black and not a single spot of skin was intact. The external sexual organs were completely destroyed; the labia had been removed from their very base and a very thick rod, around twelve centimetres in diameter, was sticking out of the vagina. The rod was probably  hollow as a torch was sticking from it and burning brightly. Her thighs were also covered with burn marks, with a couple of horrible open wounds. To Aurelia's horror, small, white maggots were swarming around them. In both thighs and calves, three heavy, iron rings were embedded, probably close to the bones. Her feet were covered with some kind of whitish cream, but Aurelia could see that the toenails were gone and even some toes - but not the big ones - were cut in half.

She was a wreck, one of the most utterly destroyed humans Aurelia had seen since she arrived in Ashagen. None of the Arena slaves or even the limbless but generally alive torsos in the hospital had been left as pitifully helpless and hellishly tortured as that body. Nevertheless, Aurelia was feeling a strange attraction to this body. Something in her was special and she wanted to investigate it. She silently approached the writhing girl. At close range, the state of the girl appeared even worse than from afar. The girl's agony was also more palpable. Aurelia realised that the poor woman's buttocks were covered with the heads of screws, which undoubtedly were deeply embedded in her muscles.

The closer she came, the stranger her feelings became. There was something disturbing her about this body. And suddenly she understood what it was. The girl's silhouette was strangely familiar. Details about her skin texture and grain, and even about the way she was writhing made her feel that she had seen them before. Suddenly she was aware that the ruined body that was hanging in front of her horrified eyes was Jessica's! Aurelia had often seen her pupil naked. She had even bound her in strict positions to perfect her training and teach her her escape tricks. And now all these memories submerged her. Here was the agent she was here to look for. Anxiously, she tore the black sack from the girl's head.

She was right! The diabolically tortured female was Jessica, and she was teetering at the edge between death and life. Her long hair was wet from continuous sweating and covered the rest of her face, tufts clinging to her pale skin. Aurelia realized that Jessica's face was in the most acceptable condition, at least relative to other parts of her young body. Her forehead wore an awfully big branding mark of a third class slave but obviously there had been other marks under it, now unrecognizable. The face was skinny and the cheek-bones almost punctured the bruised skin, but the rest of her face had unscathed skin. Half-healed holes could be seen in her nose. Some bigger holes that had never closed were in the middle of her cheeks, and there were several smaller ones in her lips. Her eyelids had been sewn together with some kind of black string, so poor Jessica was truly unable to open her eyes. As soon as the sack was removed she moaned in a low voice and her swollen, sick looking tongue protruded from between her lips. Jessica had lost all her teeth, but as her lips opened, Aurelia saw some broken stubs surrounded by angry, puffy gums. Her teeth were broken but the roots were still alive. They caused hellish agony every single moment to the fallen agent.

"Pl...pleeeaaassseeeee..." the young girl whined in a low voice, looking weak and totally lost. "Just kill... kill..."

"Shhhht! Be quiet! It’s me, Aurelia. Do you remember me?" Aurelia whispered softly in the poor girl's ear.

"Mhy God... is that reallly??? It's youuu??? Thank you Loooord, ohhh thank you... I failed... I couldn't acc..." she started to cough, "accomplish my missiooon... pleaseeee... Aurelia... how much I love to say your name.... please forgive me...."

"Stay calm. I'm here now. They will pay for all they have done, I promise you"

"I knew you were coming... I dreamed of you... all the time when I was allowed to sleep..." Jessica whispered, but her words and her thoughts got obviously clearer and clearer. Despite her extremely battered condition, the long and hard years of training had made her stronger than any other human on the globe. Only a chosen few could have survived what she had gone through. "You shouldn't have come... this place... these people... I'm not sure if I'm not insane...  but this place must be hell... so much pain... too much pain... pain and pain again,  day by day, hour by hour... only pain, without relief..."

"I know. I have seen the unnamed horrors they perform here. But I'm sure you have been brave." Aurelia grinned sadly. She had experienced some of these horrors first hand. But Jessica could not see her state and it was better like that.

"I was brave!  I remembered everything you taught me!  Never told them who I am! Never... They tried everything... EVERYTHING!!!" Jessica let out a short and high pitched shriek but at least it wasn’t too loud.

"Shhhht! Be quiet. We don't want to attract their attention, yet."

"Sorry... sorry..." she burst into silent tears, fat drops of clear tears appearing at the slit of her sewn eyelids. "I failed you again... Run! Run away! Escape and leave this hell... they're demons not humans!" Jessica's talk hastened up showing the clear signal, that despite her professional training she started to lose her sanity. No human being could stand such cruelty without falling into madness.

"I now have a good idea of where this place is. I have no doubt that with my indications, our satellites will find this place very quickly, and then our cruise missiles even faster. But first I must leave this place. Do you have any information that could help me?"

"One... only one slight chance... find Athis... he's one of us... a cadaver slave... collecting corpses from the streets with others and watchers... he knows more..."

"Athis? Alright! I'll find him. Thanks, Jessica. You are the greatest agent I have ever met. But now, I'm sorry but I have to leave this place before they find me."

"I know... I know... just tell me... I want to know... am I... am I beyond recovery?"

"You have been quite damaged, but nothing that our aesthetic surgeons cannot repair. I'll come back soon with a special commando and we shall extract your from this hell before our war-heads vitrify it."

"You can't lie... at least to me... you taught me how to lie... before you leave, please kill me... give me this relief..."

"I told you that you were brave. You are right. It would be wiser to kill you. I'll do it fast. Jessica, I'm proud of you" Aurelia answered in a strangling voice.

"Aurelia! Thank you and you must know that I..." her last sentence was cut short when suddenly the wooden door in front of Jessica's hanging body squeaked, as somebody inserted a heavy key into the rusty lock.

Aurelia's reflexes took control immediately. She leaped towards the door so as to hid behind it. She just had forgotten the painful state of her big toes and the move caused incredible agony in them. Still, she managed to reach her destination just as the door was pivoting on its hinges. Aurelia clenched all her muscles, ready for action. If there was only one or two men, she would kill them on the spot. If there were more, she would try and sneak out of the room while they were distracted.

To her disappointment, behind the door a smaller group of people were waiting to enter. As the heavy wooden door opened and hid the spy, Aurelia could hear their steps and words.

„Here they are, Mylady!” a man said. „This wreck is the old slave, the one we’re going to snuff tonight. On the other side of the curtain you’ll find your favourite, the red-mane bitch.”

„Thank you, my dear Supreme Inquisitor” a well-known female voice answered. Although they wore soft treads, from the slipping sounds Aurelia identified four men. The knocking of Laura’s high heels were harshly different.

The small group entered the room and walked towards Jessica’s moaning figure, leaving the door open. Aurelia peeked at them from behind the door. Three of the  men wore the same clothes as the men who had brought her to that place, the fourth one was half-naked and very big. Laura had a pretty, flowery skirt and blouse on, her shapely ass was wiggling harmoniously as she headed towards the tortured girl.

„I want to stay alone with the slaves for a short time, can you grant me this?” Laura asked at the man whose muscular, extremely wide shoulders were glistening with sweat.

„I’m responsible for your safety, Mylady. If you insist upon staying alone with them I must follow your order, but we need to secure the area before that” the supreme inquisitor replied. „I’m already seeing some irregularity. Death condemned slaves must have a black bag on their head... someone was forgetful. Hey, there it is, to the right of the bitch. Someone will be seriously punished for this!” the man rattled and the hooded others felt obviously nervous.

Aurelia hardly heard the last words. As soon as the group had passed by her, leaving the door open, she had left the room. Trying her best to forget the pain flashing in her big toes at each step, she hurried out.

As she managed to sneak out behind Laura and the inquisitors, she found herself in a corridor similar  to the one she had been dragged along in her degrading and diabolically painful bondage position. Unlike in the lower levels, this corridor had electricity and was dimly lit by pale light bulbs. The walls were as cold and wet as the floor, the rectangular stone tiles were unprecisely fitting and wide seams filled with dirt gaped between them. Laura must have been very skillfull in walking on high heels. The corridor turned to the left and Aurelia limped almost one hundred meters when she heard a surprised yell from behind. The words made it to her, damped by the distance but clear.

"The fuckiiiing cuuunt! ALAAARM! A slave has escaped!"

Aurelia's heart missed a beat at this scream. They had not been long at discovering her evasion. Now she had to hurry. She tried to increase her pace in spite of the pain throbbing in her strangled toes. Her elongated labia were madly swinging around her thighs. Finally she arrived to a point where the corridor crossed two routes. The corridor was leading forward on the same level. Stairs were going up to her right and another staircase was going down to her left.  She could hear that someone was running behind her, a heavy person wearing leather shoes. It seemed that Laura and the inquisitors had supposed her leaving the cell through the other door, and the man heading towards her was only a messenger.

Finally, the chance is with me, she thought. She hurried to the right and climbed a couple of steps. Then she turned around and faced the corridor, readying for combat. She could hear the heavy steps coming fast. Just as the messenger was about to run by the corner, she straightened her leg across the corridor. The heavy-built man was in too much a hurry to even see it. He tripped on the extended leg and fell loudly on the stone floor. An instant later, he felt as if a panther had landed on her back. He was still stunned from his hard crash and slightly winded. Before he had a chance to react, a strong forearm passed in front of his throat and pushed his Adam's apple hard into his wind pipe, cutting any sound he could have wished to utter, any air he could have hoped to breathe and any blood his brain might have needed to function properly. Strong, steel legs were pressing into his rib-cage and firm breasts were pushing against his shoulder blades. A strong scent of female sweat enveloped his wavering senses and a dense curtain of auburn hair fell against his grimacing face.

He tried to buck weakly but Aurelia was holding to him like a rider on his steed. Her oxygen-starving brain was beginning to blacken his vision but he could still see a pair of fingers closing his face, armed with long filthy nails. Without hesitation, Aurelia shoved her deadly doubled-pronged weapon into the man's eyes. The wet eyeballs popped out as sticky fluids covered the killer nails. He had a last spasm and passed out, getting limp. The special agent grabbed his hair with both hands and broke his neck, producing a sickening breaking noise.

Hastily, she dragged the man to the downward stairs. There, hidden from the corridor, she hastily removed his black tunic and put it on. It was a little large for her but it was better than running naked. The black-leather hood was a gift from the gods. It would hide her identity as well as her heavily pierced face. There was no way she could wear the shoes though as they were much too large. By chance, the tunic was long enough to hide that she would be walking barefoot. The man had a small box in his pocket. It contained a three-piece collection of really small, curved and shiny scalpel like knives.

With a last kick, she made the corpse to tumble down the stairs. She reflected that the cell block was probably underground and she decided to try her chance by climbing upstairs, hoping to find an exit.

The air in the dungeon was cold and the tunic warmed Aurelia’s body pleasantly. She climbed numerous stairs before she found herself on a flat corridor again. The lower levels of the dungeon must have been very deep below ground. Despite the desert climate, they were low enough for having around twenty degrees cooler air.

Her passage soon reached another much wider underground corridor that was designed less as a dungeon and more as living quarters. The walls were still built from heavy cubic stones, but heavy draperies were hanging from the walls. In the middle of the floor, a red, silky carpet gave warmth and fondling touch to Aurelia’s battered and tired soles. Big paintings in baroque frames brought colours and shapes, although every one of them illustrated moments from horrendous torture sessions where naked, sweating and screaming females suffered from inquisitors' extreme cruelty. The passage was long, lighted brightly by ancient chandeliers carrying electric lights. Several corridors and wooden doors opened on both sides.

One of the heavy, ironed wooden door opened suddenly and its soundproofing flavour became obvious within a moment. Ear shattering, long, high-pitched scream hit Aurelia as a tall, pale woman stepped out from the room behind the door. She wore very high heeled black shoes, which forced her to walk on the very tip of her red-painted toes. Black fishnet stockings and hold up covered her legs but the silhouettes of long and angry red wounds were still visible under the silky material. Her crotch was totally uncovered and instead of a pussy, a very long and thick cock was hanging between her... or his legs. The cock was cruelly screwed by about a dozens of thick metallic needles, tight iron rings encircled the base of the rod and the base of the balls. The whole sexual organ was of a sick purple. She had big, fake tits round like balloons and her tongue was sticking out from the suprisingly pretty and feminine face, chained to her ringed nipples, making her drooling continually. Her eyes, cheeks, chin and nose were all very petite and fragile, the face belonged clearly to a pretty woman. The sign of first class slaves was tattooed onto her forehead. She was holding a silver tray in her manicured hands, full of empty crystal glasses. The shemale checked and lowered her eyes. The screaming died behind her and changed into a disgusting laughter and a conversation of three men.

„Look at the fucking bitch, she passed out!”

„Wake her up fast! We’ve just started.”

„Weak cunt again, why can’t we buy a tough one?”

The shemale slowly closed the door behind her and stood there without a motion.

„Hoouuw mhhay ah shervhe yhouu, mhighthee inqhuishithorr?” she asked in a piping but clearly male voice, due to her outward forced tongue the words were hardly understandable.

Aurelia was appalled by this sight but she had no time to lose. Speaking might reveal her identity as a female and thus she preferred to utter an angry grunt while motioning the shemale away with a brusque movement of the arm. As the poor creature tottered away, Aurelia wondered if she had always been like this or if she had been a male or a female in the past. These peoples in Ashagen were really afraid by no experiment, however unnatural.

Aurelia knew her time was very short. Despite the fact that the messenger was killed and the other inquisitors together with Laura had started to seek for her in the deeper dungeons, their mistake would appear very soon. She left the shemale slave behind and hurried towards the end of the corridor. Her cruelly ringed and throbbing toes made her steps painful. Whenever she had a short peek at the top of her big toes when the tunic’s bottom swayed up, she could see that the meat of her toes had turned to a sick deep purple, almost black from the cut of her blood circulation. Fortunately the small box of tiny knives suddenly came to her mind... there was an easy way to get free from those awful rubber rings!

As she passed by what looked like restrooms, she went in, not forgetting to choose the male rooms. She entered a stall and locked it behind her. Then she could removed her hood and lift the bottom of her tunic. Her big toes were presenting a really horrible sight. She had to do something if she did not want them to die. She brought her right foot on the top of her left thighs and bent over it. Using one of the sharp tiny blades, she was able to make short, shallow incisions into the rubber ring, until it broke apart. Immediately, she had to bite her lower lip to stop the scream of pain that was coming to her mouth as the blood rushed back into her strangled toe. After having silently expressed her pain, she put down her foot and brought the left one on her lap. A few seconds later her second big toe was too throbbing with rushing fresh blood in its bloated veins. Both toes had taken a strange hour-glass shape. Nevertheless, Aurelia was able to stand up. She threw the remnants of the cruel rings into the toilet bowl and flushed it. With the pain in her feet receding, she left the relative security of the restrooms, after having put back on her torturer hood.

She passed several doors and other corridors before she finally saw two staircases leading upwards. She took one of them at random and ran upstairs. After a long time of darkness and artificial light, she finally saw real, natural light, as the next level proved to be above the ground. Large windows let the sunshine in, bathing the agent in warmth. She peeked through the first window and saw a huge yard and the other wings of the building she was in. It was a huge, medieval-style castle and she was on the ground floor. The window was half covered by the leaves of a short tree. The sun was high in the sky as it was around noon-time. There had to be over fourty degrees outside. She saw a man at the other side of the garden at least one hundred meters away who was treating plants, but no one else was around.

Through the window, she saw that there was a door close by. She soon found that door and slipped out of the castle. Immediately, the heat of the sun took her at the throat. After the coldness reigning in the damp dungeons, it was breath-taking. She was glad that the black tunic was protecting her skin not only from guardians' eyes, but also from the sun's beating. She immediately worked a dense sweat under the heavy hood and tunic. Keeping an eye over her surroundings, she adventured herself through the yard. She felt the silky lawn under her soles. The dull pain in her toes was getting worse and worse as the blood circulation slowly returned to normal, letting her nerves do their work. The gardener was slowly cutting small sprigs from a tree and was focusing totally on his work. The garden of the castle was surrounded by tall, 3-metre-high, stone walls with pointy steel spikes standing upwards, dense enough to prevent a human from sliding between them. She sought for guards but the two watch towers on the top of the walls seemed empty. The guards were either away or were sleeping in the heavy swelter.

This was a chance she had to seize. Forcing herself to maintain a calm walk, she progressed towards the gardener. As he saw the black, hooded figure walking toward him, he began to tremble and got on his knees, resting his forehead on the ground. This was going to be easier than she had expected. With a mental word of apology, she kicked her heel on the back of he skull, making him loose consciousness. Hastily, she dragged him inside a dense patch of bushes. She could then lay her hands on what she had hoped to find here : a long, water hose neatly coiled in a wheeled cart. She also found a long blade used to cut bushes and branched. She took the leather belt from the man's trousers and wrapped it around her naked waist, under the tunic. Then she passed the blade under it, behind her back. She might need it later... Then, shouldering the coils of hose, she headed towards the wall.

She had noticed a place where the wall was hidden from the castle by a patch of trees. This would make her escape invisible from the castle. Arrived at the foot of the wall, she made a noose from the hose and threw it at the pikes decorating its top. She succeed at the second attempt to hook her makeshift lasso around a couple of pikes. With its aid, climbing the otherwise smooth wall was a child game. In a couple of seconds she was at the top. She threw the hose on the other side, carefully stepped over the sharp points and then jumped down.

With a gasp of pain, she landed on the hot sand that was surrounding the castle. The heat seemed even higher there, as it was reverberated by the pale ground. Hastily, she buried the hosed under a stone and looked around to get her directions. The castle was in the outer part of Ashagen and there were no other building around. Only sand and the desert itself. From another side of the castle’s wall a paved road was leading to Ashagen. The closest houses were around two kilometres away and Aurelia also discovered more castle-like buildings around, separated by a fair distance. She saw a small group of camels resting in the shadows of a sparse grove of palms around one kilometre away, and she had seen highly fought clouds of dust where a land rover was heading toward one of the big buildings. The air was hot and heat radiated from the sand too. Moving alone over the flat desert seemed extremely dangerous. She could be seen from all directions at a great distance and the nightfall was far away.

Waiting for the night was out of question, so her best chance was to go for the camels and see if she could ride one of them. However, something was disturbing her. The empty yard, the empty watch towers, and now these abandoned camels. This seemed too much luck. Was it possible that this was all arranged? Was it a trap? It might well be, but the Agent could not see any other way of escaping this place. Surely, if this was indeed a trap, she would be able to turn it over its conceiver.

She hurried toward the palm cove, her bare feet shuffling through the burning hot sand. Under the hood and tunic, the air was thick with her sweat. This was hardly bearable but Aurelia knew this was actually protecting her from loosing too much water. This tunic and hood might well save her life if she had to travel through the desert without water. She was also finding quite reassuring the cold bouncing of the naked blade against her bare buttocks.

After a hasty walk, she arrived at the palm cove. The camels turned to be tame, they did not even pay attention to the sneaking woman. Aurelia saw several smaller bruises on their back indicating that the animals were regularly paddocked and ridden, but currently they were resting silently and freely.

She selected the one that seemed the strongest and fastest of the lot and climbed on its back. When she was a teenager she had practiced equitation a lot, although she had never ridden camels. She hoped that her experience would help her anyway. She gave a light touch with her heels and the beast got on its hooves. Another touch and it began to amble. Using the rope the reigns, Aurelia was able to head it in a direction that was free from building and roads. With her black robes, she hoped that she would pass for a Bedouin, from a distance.

Chapter XVIII - The death pit

After a few minutes of riding,  something hit the agent’s sensitive nose. An awful stench wafted by the slight wind towards Aurelia. She knew that smell very well, she had smelled that before but since her arrival to Ashagen she had had to face that much more often she ever wanted. The sweet and sick stench of rotting dead meat spreaded in the air. The girl tried to localize the source of the stench as she soon discovered something a few kilometres away from her, at a definitely big distance from the town. It was impossible to see that object from the castle she had just escaped, but from the camel's back she recognized the edge of a wide, round pit, above which hundreds of black birds were circling. The stench was coming from that direction, and renewed every time when the wind strengthened wafting the scent with it.

This death stench reminded Aurelia Jessica's words about Athis, the cadaver slave. Maybe he was working there? Or maybe she would be able to learn about him? Anyway, this seemed like a good place to head for as nobody would think she would choose such a direction.

As her vision slowly passed the edge of the pit a sight of true hell came into her view. The pit was deep and very wide, more than two hundred metres wide in diameter and at least thirty meters deep. No paved road led to it but a huge iron scaffold was built over the pit like a giant ramp. Two dirty dumper trucks were standing at the very end of the ramp, their barrels were open and standing vertically in a position as if they had just dumped their cargo into the depths of the pit. They were totally abandoned. The ramp was lower than the edge of the pit so even those big trucks went unseen from a distance. The bottom of the pit was far the biggest mass grave Aurelia had ever seen. It was similar to the pits used by the nazis in the death camp’s during the World War II. It was half filled with the bodies of dead peoples, ninety percent bodies of young females. Thousands of bloody, contorted, dismembered, rotting bodies were everywhere. The desert’s climate prevented fast rotting and the spread of disases and the stench, but the decomposition of the dead human flesh couldn’t been stopped completely, so the stench was almost unbearable from such a close distance. Aurelia had to pinch her nose and still heaved and retched a few times, burst into tears and needed a few seconds to gather her strength again.

Hundreds of black crows were busy  preying on this mountain of corpses. This made Aurelia realise that not all bodies were true cadavers. Some still had some life in them, although they were too weak or too broken to move much. Some of them were able to squirm enough to scare the scavengers away... for some time... She even noticed at least one poor girl who had been thrown alive but heavily chained on the heap of dead bodies. The heavy restraints were preventing from moving a lot and the crows had gathered to attack her. Already they had pecked out her eyes and eaten the flesh of her breasts. They had plucked the tongue out of her ring-gagged mouth. They were slowly eating her alive. The rapacious birds seemed to relish this fresh meat, a rare dish in this death pit. Aurelia felt the hair on her neck standing at this realisation.

After further investigation, Aurelia discovered holes close to the iron scaffold, which had been dug into the wall of the pit. Narrow ledges connected these caves and to Aurelia’s big surprise she discovered figures moving around. Miserable, beggar-like persons left their holes for short periods of time and returned. Those peoples were living just ten metres above the level of dead bodies!

Aurelia was horrified. How could they stand such a stench and daily vision? But surely they would know about Athis the cadaver slave. She had to ask them. They might also tell her something about the best direction to take for her escape, and give her some spare food and water. Or maybe she could use one of these trucks... In any case, it was worth exploring.

She headed her mount down the ramp. As she went down, the stench was getting worse and worse, and the heat was getting higher. Breathing was getting difficult. Some crows were turning around her, curious to see a walking human in this place. Aurelia shivered as she felt their hungry, avid eyes focused on her. As she walked down the ramp, she noticed new horrors. All along the way, girls had been chained to the scaffolding, or hanged by they wrists from the ramp itself. All had been partially devoured alive by the black corvids.

At last she reached the bottom of the ramp. She climbed down from the camel and tied its reigns to the scaffold. She prudently approached the two trucks. Her right hand was clasped on the handle of the blade she was hiding under her black robe, ready to slash it out in case of a bad surprise. The ramp was made of metal and was searing hot. Aurelia was jumping from one foot to the other to prevent her soles from roasting.

The pit of the trucks were empty and nobody was around. The big vehicles seemed totally abandoned. In this location, she could not be seen by the peoples moving down the ledges. The trucks were very battered, manufactured more than twenty years ago, without any windows. The fact that they were not guarded hinted to some trick and the girl soon discovered it. The trucks had no wheels, only the stubs standing in their steads. Whoever drove the trucks removed their wheel after each usage.

This puzzled Aurelia. What were these trucks doing here? Who took the wheels away? She decided to devote some more time to investigate this question. She was now sure they could help her. If they were living here, they must have water and food, and probably means of travelling through the desert.

Leaving her camel behind, in the shade of the ramp, she headed towards the small „settlement” of the beggar-like figures. She tried to ignore the horrible heaps of cadavers that were surrounding the sandy path. The heat was even higher here and the stench made the air barely breathable. Under her heavy robes, Aurelia was soaked with her own sweat. A dense cloud of flies was buzzing above the sinister piles and some were exploring her own body, entering from under her black tunic and crawling on her greasy skin.

As she climbed the sand path, one of the miserable creatures realized she was approaching. The rag-clothed man stared at her for a long minute before turning around and running back to one of the holes while shouting loudly.

„Comiiing! Comiiing!” he yelled. Within a few seconds a small group of peoples gathered in front of the holes, all of them were wearing the same „fashioned”, disgusting rags and raunchy clothes. They all observed the approaching figure of the agent in total silent. Only the croak of the birds and the hideous moans from the depths of the pit could be heard, but the small crowd looked at the girl as if they had never seen living peoples around. They had no weapon but the slowly increasing mass soon counted over twenty persons.

Aurelia could almost feel their stares trying to pierce her. She could not detect any fear in their eyes, but tension was growing thicker and thicker as she approached. Whoever they were, these peoples were obviously outside of Ashagen's community. They were probably deserters, or slaves that had been left for dead and has miraculously survived. In any case, if Aurelia wanted to get their help, she decided, it would be better to show she was not one of their former torturers. In her present uniform, she was not sending the right message. Exposing her real identity was risky, but she judged that hiding it was even riskier, as she might be stoned to death before even having got the time to explain herself.

Keeping her right hand clenched on her long blade under her robes, she used her left one to pull her black hood off her head. Her long, curly, auburn mane shone under the hot sun rays and the rings pierced in her face skin glistened. Smiling, she waved the hood at the little crowd while she continued walking towards them. She brushed some matted hair locks from her forehead to make sure her slave tattoo was clearly visible. Her face was covered with beads of perspiration and her matted hair was sticking to her skin.

The revealing of her beautiful face and obvious slave status brought excitement to the people facing her. They started to whisper and chitchat in low voice. A ringed and slave-marked but seemingly free slave’s appearance was clearly an outstanding happening around the mass grave. A spirited yell roused from behind them and the group of miserabled peoples stopped talking as they opened a path for a man. He was wearing the same cloth-like rags as all of them, but his head was not covered. He looked old and very battered and the sign of third class slaves was branded on his forehead. Only some mop of hair remained on his skull, while the rest of his head was totally hairless and covered with some kind of brownish fungi infection. Deep wrinkles disfigured his face and only a few, yellowish teeth remained in his stinky mouth. The white of his eyes was yellow, a clear sign of liver problems and his whole appearance radiated sickness and hopelessness. The old man slowly walked toward the girl and stopped a few steps in front of her. The awful smell hit Aurelia’s nose.

„I am the leader of the cadaver slaves of Ashagen. This is our village, Seventh Pit. Only the cadavers and the dying slaves deemed waste are allowed to enter this place! Who are you, intact first class, and what do you do here?” he asked in a croaky voice.

Aurelia was expecting this question and she prepared a story. "My name is Aurelia. I am a slave but I have been granted the right to try my luck in the desert. My owner has left me three days head start before he starts the pursuit. I  thought you, peoples of the desert, might help me evade the hunters. Will you help me?"

„We’re people sentenced to live the life of scavengers. We may all die fast but we are not stupid! You are lying to me! No slave is ever let to walk alone or freed! You are a maroon! From time to time healthy slaves get to Seventh Pit, but their journey never lasts long! On the other hand, why should we help you?”

"Listen to me" she said in low voice so as not to be understood by the other living deads. "This is not exactly true, but not very far from the truth. I have escaped and they will soon be on my track. I must escape. I must reach the outer world and tell them what is happening here. I have the power to make it stop, if only I can escape out of Ashagen. I have been told that a cadaver slave names Athis would help me escape. Do you know him? Do you know where I can find him?"

„Oh...” he said and looked surprised. He stepped even closer to the girl, making the choking scent almost unbearable for Aurelia. The man lowered his voice as he started talking again.

„How old do you think I am, diamond of the agency?” he whispered.

Aurelia's usually impassible face had a glitch at these words. Her piercing eyes darted into those of the old man as she answered: "Who are you?"

„First of all, I’m only thirty-six... and I arrived to this place only seven month ago. Unfortunately the climate isn’t too good for slaves locally. Secondly, don’t try to fool me! You’re a colleague, a damned agent! I’m Athis, I was on a mission but failed. A long time ago I met a slave who turned out to be another agent of our fantastic organization. And she is also lost in this fucking hell! We were screwed! We had no chance to survive and reach our goals! I don’t know how you managed to get here, but I can see that you have already experienced some of Ashagen's niceties. And all of these will be getting worse and worse, I can promise you!”

"Oh no! Now that I have got out of their claws, I am not going to let them capture me again. Not alive, at the very least. I surrendered voluntarily to them, and that's why they caught me in the first place, but I have out-smarted rougher peoples during previous missions. Oh no. Now they will really see who they have been dealing with, I can assure you!"

„Ohhh... you naive maid. You might have burned guerilla camps in South America or fucked up mobs in New York City. But this is fucking different! Every slave dies sooner or later. And I can tell you, sooner is much better! I will die soon too. The chick I met – her name was Jenny or Jessy I believe – must be dead already. And you will follow her soon! Struggling is useless! They always find you. Break you. Play with you. And finally kill you. When you arrived to Ashagen, you lost every hope. That's the truth!”

"You stood no chance. Neither you nor Jessica. They knew everything about you even before you reached Ashagen. In my case, this is different. They have no idea of my skills and my mission. They have been underestimating me all the time. Now, I'm going to get out of this desert, by truck, by camel or even by foot if I need to. They WILL send hunters after me and this is with pleasure that I am going to make these pay for all the perversities perpetrated in Ashagen. Nobody can stop me now."

„Really??? How nice fantasies! Look at me! JUST LOOK AT ME!!! I’m about to die. I have been tortured for months. All of my fingers and toes have been cut, torn or crushed. As all of us here in the pit, I have had screws screwed into my heel bones. I cannot wear shoes any more, I cannot walk on hard ground except on my tip-toes. I can’t run, I can’t fight anymore. I feel lucky to still have my cock and balls. At least I can feel some pleasure sometimes. I’m no longer human. I’m an animal. You can’t imagine how happy we are when a relatively intact and still sexy dead or dying body is fished out from the pit! I LOVE to fuck it, and my peoples do the same! We’re all necrophils. We never laugh, we don’t even remember what hapiness is! All we are living for is fucking silent or moaning bodies, and eating them. We aren’t supplied by Ashagen. We just collect the waste during the nights, and as a reward they let us live until we die of infection. What a wonderful life! Great opportunities, colourfull hopes for the future.” The man was getting mad and he almost screamed the end of his monologue.

Aurelia was not liking the direction the conversation was taking. She could see a bulge growing under the rags that were covering the man's groin. She tried to change of topic.

"You have been here for quite a long time, I collect. And free to wander around the place. You must know a lot of things. You must know how to escape Ashagen? What direction to take? Can you help me? Can you provide me with food, water and fuel? You know, as soon as I get out of here, the Agency will come and rescue you."

„Yes. During these seven months, I have discovered everything. I might know how to escape the city. I might tell you what I know, but everything has its price! I don’t belong to the Agency anymore! I’m the leader of the cadaver slaves! You’re just a piece of healthy, smelly, attractive meat to me, nothing else! But I might help you... if we can agree... „ he said and a strange light lit in his fevered eyes. „Let us chain you. Let us play with you. And after a short hour, I promise that we shall release you and I shall tell you what you want to know.” He smiled and licked his infested lips. He hinted to his men behind him and the mass of living deads started to walk towards them.

Aurelia's adrenaline shot in her veins once again. The sheer idea of touching these men was enough to make her feel her stomach heaving. Still, she really needed Athis' information. She would probably be able to run away but then she would be alone and resourceless once again. "Wait! Why do you want to chain me? You don't need to. I'm going to make love to you willingly" she said hastily, as she could see the group closing in. They had grabbed "tools which had been lying on the ground behind them. Most were limping towards her bracing themselves on two-metre-long wooden or iron poles. A few of them were carrying rusty chains. Aurelia was keeping a sharp eye on them. They seemed slow enough and she would have no problem distancing them. But she had to be careful not let them surround her.

"My dear Aurelia, why we want to chain you is our business, not yours. Living in this strange environment, you must understand that we have contracted some strange habits. Now, please, turn around and cross your wrists behind your back" he answered, speaking slowly.

The cadaver slaves were getting closer and closer, and Aurelia's anxiousness was increasing accordingly. "How may I be sure that you are not trying to get me into a trap?" she told.

"You may not. You will have to trust me" Athis answered.

The stinking, sick mob was very close by now. Aurelia could see the lust glowing in their hollow eyes. In a moment they would be able to grab her. She had to take a decision now. She could not surrender her freedom, she decided. Not now that she had just evaded Ashagen's men. She would find her way through the desert alone.

Without adding anything, she spun on her heels to run down the sandy path leading to her camel. To her shock, she saw that this way was already closed to her. Six or seven slaves were barring it with they clubs. They had been hiding among the bodies and were now closing on her too. Aurelia had no other choice but to run over the field of heaped cadavers. Without an instant of hesitation, she jumped out of the path and after a few meters fall she climbed onto the deads. This was a horrible feeling and sight. Her naked soles were in direct contact with the cadavers' dry skin.

Running over the field of bodies proved impossible. Her feet kept falling in spaces between the deads and she was progressing knee-deep through the macabre terrain. Looking over her shoulder, she saw that her limping pursuers were quite accustomed to this exercise. They obviously knew where to step on to avoid slipping from the corpses and they were also using their poles to keep their equilibrium. The screws in their heels seemed to have no effect when progressing on soft ground. The whole group was now hot on her tracks, spreading in a wide crescent that was designed to cut her retreat towards the ramp and her camel.

After a few steps, Aurelia realised she could not outrun them walking like that. She lifted the bottom of her tunic up to her waist and got on all fours. Like that, she was much more stable and could scramble much faster. As the slaves saw her firm butt and her crotch with its glistening embeddings, they howled and progressed even faster. On all fours, Aurelia was now as fast as they were. However, they were now extending between them and the ramp and she would have to make a long roundabout to try and turn them.

This was an infernal race. The heat and the stench made breathing almost impossible. Clouds of flies were whirling around her as she panted forward. The crows were flying in circle above them, unused to such turmoil. She kept crawling on the dessicated bodies, feeling and hearing their bones cracking under her weight. This was beyond all the nightmares she had every made.

Slowly, the cadaver slaves were encircling her. They were driving her farther and farther from the ramp, towards the high wall surrounding the pit. At some point, her retreat was cut in every direction. She was back to the wall, with the half-circle of lust-filled living deads closing on her. Some were now brandishing human thigh bones. She stood up and braced her back against the wall, decided to repel them or die trying. They were closing slowly, none of them getting closer. Suddenly, she felt a painful lash at her left lower leg. As she had been facing one man who was pointing his pole at her, she had not seen the attack from another one, behind her. He had swung his chain at her and the links had wrapped around her leg. He was now yanking on the chain, pulling her leg away from her. As she bent over to free her leg, another chain lash landed on her back and threw her on the cadaver ground.

This was the signal all were awaiting. Suddenly they all swarmed on her, lashing their chains, clubbing her with their poles and bones. In a matter of seconds she had two or three slaves sitting on each of her limbs and on her back. The clubbing caused dull pain where the clubs and bones hit her defenseless body; no bone was broken but heavy bruises must have been formed. Her face was shoved between the buttocks of a dead woman and forced down while her arms were contorted in her back. She felt the bite of rusty chain into her wrists, she felt something pulled between her back and her elbows, while her wrists were chained against her belly. Her head was pulled by her hair out of the stinking buttock and a tibia was pushed between her teeth and strapped in place by lanyards connecting it to her elbow pipe, so as to keep her neck painfully strained backwards. Her ankles too had been chained and connected to the steel pipe in a cruelly strict hog-tie that left her totally immobile.

She struggled with all her might but the beating and the sheer number left her no chance at all. As she was immobilised by the rusty chains and the steel pipe behind her elbows, her attackers began to pull at her tunic. They all wanted a piece of it and soon she was left naked on the pile of cadavers. She could feel the sickening touch of dried cadaver against her sweaty belly and chest and the stench was even harder to bear now that her flaring, ringed nostrils were only a dozen centimetres above the macabre heap. Flies were flying around and crawling on her skin as if she was already dead meat. Contorted as she was, Aurelia could do nothing to scare them away. She was even helpless to stop the saliva from drooling from her gaping mouth.

Two cadaver slaves took hold of one end of her elbow pipe and half lifted her from the ground. Her hog-tied position forced her to stare at the blinding sky, while her proud breasts were pointing forward, their large nipple rings glistening in the sun. As her hips left the ground, one of the slaved noticed Aurelia's elongated nether lips with their large embedded rings.

"Wait!" he said. "No need to carry this bitch. I know how to convince her to follow us willingly!"

With that, he unchained Aurelia's legs and hooked the rusty chain to her labia rings. All her chains were locked around her by means of snap hooks. There seemed to be no working padlock in the pit, or at least they were a rare item. Nevertheless, the cadaver slaves had learned to use snap hooks efficiently by placing them out of reach of a prisoner's fingers. Aurelia was helped on her feet and the leading slave yanked on the new leash. Aurelia yelped through her bone gag as her elongated labia were stretched even further. With her head pulled backward, she could not see forward, notwithstanding where she put her feet. She was compelled to follow the tug on her sore nether regions.

She was slowly led back to the place she had met Athis. All along, she kept sliding and stumbling, while indecent hands and fingers were groping her naked flesh. Running away from the cadaver slaves was more than a nightmare. But being ignominiously forced into such an uncovered position and also forced to walk by strong tugs on her aching and disfigured labias while sliding from corpse to corpse was beyond the limits of consciousness. The agent was unable to check where she stepped and her toes slid into the open mouth of a young, dead girl whose face was contorted into the terror of her final scream. She felt her tiptoes touch the depths of the dry-rotten throat. She almost fell but the sheer terror gave her enough strength to jump from her other foot and land onto the maggots-covered, burned tits of the same corpse. The jump caused a strong yank and blood started to leak from under the thin skin of her elongated pussy lips.

Finally they reached the holes that provided shelter to the cadaver slaves. A downward yank on the leash forced Aurelia to get on her knees. The slave who was leading her stepped on the rusty chain so as to prevent her from raising on her feet. From the corner of her eyes, Aurelia saw that she was kneeling in front of Athis. The old-looking ex-agent had not taken part to the race. He was towering above her with his arms crossed on his meagre chest.

"Do we screw her heels? Do we screw her heels?" asked frantically one of the slaves who was brandishing two long, rusty screws. "We don't want her to run away, do we?"

Aurelia tried to shake her head and utter a "no" through her distended lips but her message was best understood through non-verbal communication. All the slaves were gathered around Athis and her. Their greedy eyes were focused on the helpless beauty kneeling in the sun and they were drooling at her sight. Rarely had they been granted so intact a prize and their cocks were standing erect through the shreds they covered their crotches with. Some were already masturbating. unable to hold their lust any longer.

„She is a runaway slave. She is being chased. We don’t want the citizens to find her here. So we have short time... fucking short time. Don’t waste a second!” Athis yelled as he suddenly stepped to the girl. His hand flashed and slapped Aurelia’s face hard, without any retraction. His bony hand almost crushed the girl’s cheekbone and broke her nose, sending a flash of pain to Aurelia’s brain.

„One rule, bitch! Whatever we do to you, do not bite! One fucking bite and we’re going to beat every teeth of yours out of your bitchy mouth! EVERY FUCKING TEETH!!!” he screamed into Aurelia’s face.

„My men ain’t in the best health condition. Honestly, we have all known and dozens of unknown dermal infections and who knows what we have in our blood. But do not worry too much! You’re a much more developed pet of the agency, I can see it by your nails! Your immunological system must be also advanced compared to mine. I didn’t get any infection for almost two months, so one gangbang might spare you from collecting our nasty little causative agents.” Athis laughed and he hit Aurelia again, hard, right in her lips, making the girl’s vision to blacken for a second and she fell to her left, into the dust.

„Prepare her for the six-to-one fucking position! This is alive! This is able to use her hands too! This can satisfy six of us simultaneously! Take her!” he roared and several dirty hands grabbed the helpless girl. They started to drag her toward one of the holes in the pit wall. They arrived into a large room that was dimly lit by the filtered sunlight. An horrible sight unfolded itself in front of Aurelia’s eyes. She saw three bodies around, all of them belonging to formerly sexy, young girls. Two of them seemed perfectly dead, but the third was still alive. All three of them were tied to poles standing vertically from the floor, forced into different positions. The living girl was bound face down, one metre above the floor. She had a long cut along her belly and her intestines were dangling under her. She was moaning slightly at the edge between death and life, her eyes were empty and foggy. Her face was covered with a slimy, white layer, showing the clear evidence of her usage.

Aurelia was lifted into mid-air held by dozens of hands and moved between a collection of vertical poles. The cadaver slaves worked like a shaked together team, during the months of their miserable life they had learned how to secure fast and effectively the usable bodies fished from the gigantic grave. The girl’s waist was tied to two poles on both side with rope made of intertwined rags, face down. Almost simultaneously her previous restraints were removed to be replaced by ropes. They forced her head backwards until she faced the dying girl, one metre from her. Her gag was removed, two poles pressed the sides of her neck and with ropes her head was totally immobilizied along them, gagging and choking. Her arms were forced sidewards and her wrists were also tied. Two cadaver slaves forced her soles flat against each other and were knotted together with ropes around the toes and the heels. In this way, her bottom was hanging freely in the air giving easy access to both of her holes.

Then the „fun” began. Old wooden boxes were placed behind the agent and one slave climbed onto it massaging his erect, red member. He forced the head of his cock into Aurelia’s ass hole, demonstrating how to fuck with minimal gentleness. Another slave stood behind the girl on the ground and thrust his rod into Aurelia’s gaping pussy, the dangling labias opened her slit enough to give easy access. The bound-together feet were bent under the girl’s belly by a slave and another one slid under the girl laying under her. He grabbed the bound feet and forced his big cock between her dirty soles, penetrating the hole between her arches. She felt as her fingers were grabbed and strong, callused hands making them circle around pulsing, hot rods of flesh. Aurelia did not dare to resist or act aggressively as every part of her body was used to procure pleasure to these human wrecks.

Athis stepped between Aurelia and the half-dead girl, holding his thick, long, hammer-like cock in his hand. His cock was throbbing, blue veins bulged under the dirty and fungi infected skin. A big scar leaked yellowish fluid from the cock-head, which was surrounded by white, curd cheese like excretion.  

„What a pretty face! Warm, clean, tender mouth! Yummmm!!!” Athis laughed hysterically and held his cock to Aurelia’s lips. „Lick my baby!” he said as her body’s violation started by five other men at the same time.

Aurelia clenched her eyes and opened her mouth obediently. There was no point in resisting. He and she knew that she was totally at his mercy. In spite of the atrocious stench, she parted her lips and welcomed the turgid piece of foul flesh. The taste made her to retch and it took her several seconds before she was able to swallow the filthy cock deeper. Athis pushed his dart farther until her nose was lost in his stinking, lice-infested pubic hair and he began to thrust it back and forth, banging his crotch against the poor girl's face.

All the rapists were so excited that they did not last long before shooting their load onto Aurelia's writhing body. Their places were immediately taken by other cadaver slaves. She was shaken like a tree among their mighty, lusty ramming. All her holes were filled and ground raw by the avid slaves. They grunted and moaned as they worked her, filling her holes and covering her face and hair with their rotten sperm. One of them, a particularly vicious one, lifted her clenched eyelids before shooting his cum directly into her eyes, blinding her. After a long time, all of them were finally exhausted. Aurelia was panting and trembling, hanging between the poles, dripping sperm by every orifice.

"Do we really let her go?" one of them asked. "We could hide her, kill her camel and pretend we have never seen her? If her hunters come here, they would not find her in the midst of all the cadavers. They would look for her elsewhere and we would be free to fuck her some more. She looks like a strong bitch. I'm sure she would last us several weeks." His suggestion was welcomed by many grunts of approval from the sordid mob.

"Yes!" another one added. "Let's chain her and gag her and hide her somewhere in the pit."

"Are you crazy? If they find her, they will kill us as a punishment. But, if we give her back to them, they might give us some decent food as a reward"  still another one said.

"No no! We don't want attract attention on us. The only rewards they know are pain, death and humiliation."

"Why should we let her go? She is going to be captured again anyway and eventually killed. This is just a waste of good cunt. Let's keep her and use her ourselves."

"Maybe we should test her ability to escape her hunters? If she succeeds the test, we'll let her go and try her luck, we'll even help her escaping. If she fails the test, then we'll keep her to ourselves."

At these words, Athis reacted for the first time. "This is the first good idea I've heard" he said. "We shall hide her until her hunters abandon the pursuit and then we shall test her." He then turned to Aurelia's cum-dripping face: "My dear friend, we have decided to hide you, but I am sure your owner has provided you with one of these neat internal body beacons. We have to take care of that or they will prey on us in a very short time. Your pursuers are going look for you along a spiral pattern, starting at the point of your last known position. If we can shut down your beacon signal until they are beyond its useful range, which is of approximately five kilometres, then you will be much safer. It happens that we know how to silence your beacon. The trick is to surround you with metal, to form a Faraday's cage, within which the signal will stay trapped."

"Chain her down and bring the barrel" he barked, and immediately his army of skeletons stirred.

Aurelia's cum-covered body was released from the poles and curled into a tight ball. Her thighs were pressed against her chest while a chain was wrapped tightly around her knees and behind her neck. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and chain nooses were tightened around her wrists and pulled in opposite directions before being hooked together behind her neck as well. She looked as if she was hugging her thighs. It was then the turn of her ankles to be restrained together, and a chain connecting them to her neck was led against her crotch and between her buttocks to run up her back. Finally, a wide, rusty pipe was shoved between her teeth, widely parting her jaws, and it was maintained there by a short chain also passing behind her neck.

In the mean time, a rusty barrel had been rolled close by and its cover had been unscrewed. Three men lifted Aurelia's tightly packed and heavily chained figure and dropped her in the barrel, which was standing upright. One of them seized her mouth pipe and manoeuvred it in a vertical position, wrenching her neck backward and forcing her to face the ceiling. As he held it vertically, the two other slaves lowered the barrel cover, making sure that the pipe was protruding out of a hole pierced in it. The cover was screwed with all the strength they were able to squeeze out of their weakened muscles. Aurelia found herself even more tightly stuffed as the barrel was barely able to contain her packed body. Even her face was pressed against the underside of the rusty cover. She heard a loud bang as someone knocked against the barrel side.

"Here you are, my dove" Athis' voice came. "You are now safe from your pursuers. We'll keep you there until they are far enough. We'll provide you with food and liquid, but I'm afraid you'll have to cope with your own wastes for some time. Try to stay alive and fit for your escape test."

Aurelia tried to protest, but the wide pipe was depriving her from the ability to speak correctly. Then her voice was totally muffled as someone pushed a piece of cloth into the pipe as an effective cork. The poor, packed spy felt her world tilt as her barrel was swung on its side. It was rolled away without any complacency for her comfort, as she moaned desperately inside her rusty prison. The slaves rolled and kicked the barrel while laughing, whilst the poor girl squirmed helplessly against the combined pressure of the chains and the rusty walls. The spinning of her dark world was  rapidly depriving her of any notion of orientation. She painfully felt every bump on the path.

The cadaver slaves rolled the barrel out of the cave and then a dozen of metres along the cliff to a hole that had been dug in the ground. It was eased down and earth packed on it, until only the pipe protruded by a mere hand width. With growing panic, Aurelia heard the earth landing on the top of the barrel, while the slaves' voices were getting more and more distant. She realised that she was being buried alive. Again, her strong muscles bulged as she tried to break free from the cruel chain hugging. It was to no avail and soon she was entombed into a deep silence.

In a few breaths she sucked in through her flaring nostrils what little air was contained in the space between her squeezed, sweaty body and the barrel walls. To get more air, she had to force air down the pipe through the piece of cloth shoved in it. This was a tiring, difficult business and she was constantly on the verge of suffocation. The atmosphere in the barrel was heating rapidly until it was a true inferno. Aurelia's skin was literally flowing with sweat. Her muscles were soon throbbing in cramps and her mind churning in panic. How long would she be left like that?

From time to time, someone removed the dirty cloth cork from her breathing pipe. She immediately filled her craving lungs with hot, dry air. She was usually allowed a couple of breaths before some foul liquid came swirling down the pipe. Most of the time, it was urine but there also was sperm and spit and the occasional filthy water. She was soon so thirsty that she was welcoming even the foulest offerings and was actually waiting and hoping for them. Every bit of moisture, even with the most horrible taste felt like ambrosia to her dessicated papillae. Once, a particularly cruel attender threw a handful of dust into the pipe, sending Aurelia on an unending bout of coughing, which she had no way to stop until a cadaver slave was kind enough to pee into her mouth, allowing her to wash down the sand.

Minutes and hours passed. Aurelia's plight was increasing exponentially as new pains kept appearing in her squeezed, sweating body, while old woes were steadily worsening. After an incredibly long time,she began to feel her bowels churning. This unhealthy diet had managed to make its way through her digestive system. Her bladder was full, her intestines were contorting. She tried to hold the longest she could but she finally had to release the pressure and let urine flow out of her writhing body. Immediately, the stench inside the hot, rusty barrel got one notch higher.

Time passed very slowly inside the agent's cramped coffin. She had no way to know the time of the day nor how much time had passed since her burial. She could only measure time by the growing pain in her tightly packed body and the filling of the barrel with her own dejections. The level was raising slowly and was now up to mid-thighs. The stench in the barrel was unbearable and the whole of Aurelia's mind was focused on drawing what little fresh air she could through her stuffed breath pipe. She was beginning to wonder what would be the cause of her death: drown in her own dejections, asphyxiated or starved. She had become but a bucked swallowing eagerly whatever was coming down the pipe in order to remain alive and suffering some more.

At last, after many hours, maybe days, she heard earth being dug out. Then the cover was unscrewed and the harsh sun light blinded her. The pipe was yanked out of her aching jaws and she was extirpated from the barrel by her urine-soaked hair. Blinking in the light, dripping with her own urine and sweat, she was brought back in the cave. All the chains were removed from her cramped body. She felt so weak that in spite of being totally free, she was unable for a moment to move a limb. She remained on the floor, laying in her filth, trembling in exhaustion and pain as the blood began to circulate again in her sore muscles.

She was not given time to recover. She felt a chain looped around her neck and was yanked up by it. She staggered on her feet, her legs wobbling under her. The chain was pulled some more and her desperately wiggling toes left the floor. Her whole weight was now supported by her neck and her air supply was cut once again. Were they going to hang her here?

Such a quick death was not granted her though. Someone hammered a blunt stake right under her. Her feet found it and she was able to stand on it. There was not enough room for both feet though and she had to rest all her weight on one of them. For now, she was saved from choking, but she knew the pain in her sole would soon grow unbearable.

As she was again helpless, one of the cadaver slave brought a bucket of filthy water and allowed her to drink from it. Small chunks of unidentifyable trash were floating around the water and the colour was sick brownish. The liquid revived her a little. He also gave her an indeterminate piece of meat to eat, which she wolfed down avidly. The cadaver slaves began to laugh at her uncontrolled gobble. Her predator teeth sank into the soft meat like a knife through butter, she tore big chunks from the smelly meat and swallowed them in one piece. Her life instincts took control over her usual cautiousness and she realized the trap too late. Half of the meat was soaked with a spicy, irritating sauce and her battered mucous reacted stronger than she could believe. As soon as the sensation blossomed, her whole oral cavity and throat were burning as if a red hot metal dildo had been shoved deep into her throat. Her already tightened oesophagus started to convulse and she felt the stake sliding from under her aching sole.

Aurelia tried to spit out what she had already swallowed but it was too late. She could only feel the fiery stuff gliding down. Uncontrollable tears came to her eyes and her nose began to drool. Her exhausted body was sweating as if it could exude her internal fire through the pores of her skin. Around her, all the cadaver slaves were laughing merrily. They seemed to relish this kind of show. As her skin was covered with sweat, her soles were getting slippery. As she struggled against the burning pain in her throat and mouth, the poor secret agent slipped from the stake. Immediately, her breathing began to hiss as the chain looped around her neck pressed her flesh. She contracted her neck muscles to the maximum to prevent her air pipe to be completely squeezed. While gravity was forcing the metal noose tighter against her neck, she fumbled around with her rested foot until she found the stake and could stand on it once again, panting and coughing.

"Your mother hasn't taught you how to eat, has she? She was a voracious bitch like you, I bet!" someone shouted and all the miserable creatures around started to laugh at her suffering.

"Give her water, we don't want to loose this shapely piece of fine meat, do we?" Athis said and Aurelia's burning mouth was given another bucket of filthy water, which she gulped down faster than ever before in her life.

He then passed a finger over her taut skin, collecting some of the sweat that was covering it. He brought it to his mouth and licked it. "Not bad, but not yet enough" he said. "Bring me the chilli pepper". A man handed him a large, red, dessicated, skinned pepper bell. The man then grabbed Aurelia's buttocks and parted them, revealing her anus. Athis produced a bone, which he shoved brutally into the clenched hole. He used so much strength that the poor girl could not resist the rape of her back passage. The bone's surface was rough and irregular. Jabob rammed it back and forth a few time and rotated it widely before popping it out with a loud noise. Before the violated hole had the time to close, he shoved the chilli pepper deep into the rectum. He pushed it deeper with the bone, which he left protruding between his prisoner's buttocks. The bone had a hole drilled though its emerging end and Athis passed a small chain through it, wrapped it around her hips and locked it. He also chained her wrists behind her back to prevent her from reaching the snap-hook that was resting on her belly.

Almost immediately, Aurelia felt the burn she had experienced in her mouth growing in her bowels. Her intestine tried to expel the red intruder but was prevented from succeeding by the bone plug. The solid fire burning in her rear caused more sweat to pour out of her pores and she was soon a living fountain, with rivulets perspiration dribbling down her entire length.

"Bring in Rumple! I want to make some company for her!" Athis ordered and soon a filthy, bare-boned goat was dragged into the cave. Athis held a handful of white powder into his hand and started to rub it all over Aurelia's feet. He covered the top, her insteps, between her toes and the soles, only leaving untouched that small spot where her sole rested on the stake. Aurelia felt a slight itching wherever grains of salt found some wound or scratch. "Rumple loves salt, my dear... It is going to lick it from your feet. However, as I know you could kill it with one kick, I'll make sure you don't do any harm" Athis said. He produced a piece of string and tied it around Aurelia's big toes, linking them with a 30-cm length. Then he moved backward with his men who were grinning wildly.

The goat was obviously used to this kind of feeding as it went to Aurelia's feet without hesitation. It first tried to lick her dangling foot, but as Aurelia wiggled it and jerked it away as far as the toe string would let it go, the animal turned to the supporting one. The hanging secret agent could hardly move it as it supported almost her whole weight, and any stirring was aggravating the pain it suffered from the pressure of the blunt stake.

Aurelia was not ticklish and thus she did not react to the licking, while the goat explored every crevice and wrinkle of her foot. She was much more concerned with her breathing, the pain in her sole and the fire in her throat and rectum. The animal's raspy and agile tongue was going everywhere around her feet and between her toes.

After a few minutes, Aurelia, once again, had to change her footing. This always was a difficult enterprise as she was trying to keep the horrible instants where her neck was her principal support as short as possible. As soon as her new foot was on the stake, the goat licked with renewed activity at the fresh salt. Meanwhile, the salt that had been exhausted from her first foot was rapidly refilled by the abundant sweating that flowed down her body to collect on her feet.

"We cannot offer you warm shower or pampering gels, but our old friend Rumple will lick your sexy feet as clean as they can ever be!" Athis mocked the girl while he was jerking his member. "Clean your skin and even below your skin, just wait for some time..."

The cruel dance continued for some time. The poor, under-nourished goat was obviously feasting on her feet and would never get enough of their salty sweat. After a dozen of foot switching, Aurelia's legs were beginning to cramp. Her soles were raw from resting on the stake. There was not a single square centimetre of her soles that was not throbbing with pain. But Aurelia had no choice but to shift from foot to foot in order to avoid hanging herself. Her precarious balancing and the repeated prodding of the goat's muzzle caused her to squirm continually on top of the stake, providing a lot of action to the spectators of this cruel show. As she rocked back and forth, as she spun, the stake kept grinding into her sole. All along, she was contorting her arms in her back, in a vain effort to keep her balance. Her breathing was difficult as she was often supporting half her weight with her neck. Moreover, her rectum muscles were fighting an up-hill battle as they tried to expel the chilli pepper that was burning her insides. She had faced dozens of unpleasant and extreme situation since her arrival to Ashagen, but the cruel dance at the end of the rope with a stake under her soles together with the hungry goat was one of the most dangerous of all. The rope around her slender neck threatened her with the risk of obvious death and she was not sure whether the cadaver slaves would save her life if she were to lose her balance.

Foot switching was getting more frequent as her tenderized soles were less and less able to support her weight. Each time, she tried to use another spot of her sole: her heel, her instep, the ball of her foot and even her toes. But unscathed spots were getting very scarce and she had to use pieces of sole that were already raw from a previous standing. And then another sensation began to appear. A tingling through the skin of her feet. This was a desert goat, used to feed on thick-skinned, thorny plants. Her tongue was as close to a file that living flesh could be. The continuous licking of the raspy goat tongue was slowly scratching her skin. The skin broke in small spots and red blood started to leak through the tiny wounds as the smallest veins were destroyed by the raspy tongue.

As time passed, Aurelia's pain kept increasing slowly. Her soles were soon so bruised that she could hardly hold on one foot more than 10 seconds before having to switch to the other. Her legs were knotted with cramps and were trembling heavily. The sweat-covered, trembling and cramp-shaken legs of the woman would have warmed the heart of any sadist, and the miserable cadaver slaves around enjoyed every moment of her hellish agony. One after another, the cadaver slaves jerked their cocks and aimed the spurt directly onto the agent's battered feet. They gave the goat another source of nutrition making the animal renew its efforts. The satisfied slaves left one by one the suffering girl, until finally she was alone in her very private hell.

Aurelia's face was a mask of agony as she fought asphyxia, her mouth gaping and her tongue protruding. Her body was still flowing with rivulets of sweat, which the goat was happily licking when they converged on her feet. They were now rosy from the blood that was oozing through her tongue-abraded skin. Every raspy touch of the goat caused more agony. The animal was busy attacking every parts of her feet, ensuring that even those that were not in contact with the stake had become painful. Pain had grown to such an unbearable level that, from time to time, Aurelia deliberately chose to hang by her neck for a few seconds in order to bring some relief to her soles and to kick the goat away. This could hardly gain her more than a few seconds of rest but in her present state it felt like paradise. Until, at last, the chain broke the barrier of her clenched neck muscles and cut her air supply.

Chapter XIXa - The escape test: set-up

About one hour before dawn, Athis came back to her. He stood in front of her, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You must be glad, my dove. Your hunters are now looking for you in another direction. They are out of range of your beacon. This means we can move to the second phase of your stay here."

Aurelia looked at him with a tired face. She stayed silent, the horrors she had endured had exhausted her beyond limits.  Her feet were red from the constant, raspy licking she had been subjected the whole night. Her soles were particularly battered as she had continuously  ground them on the stump to avoid suffocation. All skin was gone by now. The beautiful feet of hers looked like raw meat prepared for cooking. Fat drops of red blood were dipping from the tip of her toes. The slightest touch caused almost unbearable agony. For her luck, the damage was not as serious as it looked. The goat had rasped several layers of her skin off but had not caused any structural damage, although the sight of the once delicate limbs was hideous.

On a sign of Athis, two men approached and grabbed Aurelia's ankles. They pulled her legs as far apart as the string connecting her big toes allowed, preventing her from standing on the stake. Aurelia's neck muscles were by now so sore and her neck was so chaffed that she could not resist for long. Soon the chain noose was pressing into her wind pipe, cutting off her air supply. Her mouth gaped, her tongue protruded, her face turner purple, her eyes bulged out. Once her desperate thrashing had weakened, Athis removed the chain wrapped around her waist and pulled out the now deflated chilli pepper bell. He also freed her wrists. By now Aurelia's body was trembling and clenching weakly as her lungs burned from lack of air. Athis made one step backward and ordered his men to release her ankles. Aurelia hardly found the strength and will to put her raw right sole on the stake to lift herself and took several deep breaths. She was panting, exhausted and broken.

"We are going to test whether you are good enough to escape your pursuers and survive in the desert long enough. If you manage to pass the test, we'll free you and help you to get out of Ashagen. If you fail, you'll stay with us for the remaining of your life."

There was a concert of smiling and whispering at these words. Aurelia shifted to her other sole once again, her foot curling around the stake top, desperately trying to find a comfortable resting point. The pain in her sole was such that she doubted if she would be able to walk.

"Here is how we are going to proceed. So far, except this chain around your neck, you are totally free. We have chosen 15 among us. In turn, each one will add a restraint to your body, or something to slow you down. We will unhook you from the ceiling as soon as you are restrained enough for our safety. Once you are ready, we'll carry you back to the ramp and leave you there at sunrise. You'll have until the sunset to come back here, in the cave. At sunset, if you are not exactly here, we'll go look for you and bring you back here to never leave us."

At these words, 14 slaves formed a line in front of Aurelia's half-hanging body, looking at her with cruel eyes. Athis went to the end of the line before barking: "Let's go folk! And get her tight if you want to keep her here! But remember, we don't want to maim her, and we want her to give us a great show, so leave her enough room to wiggle her boobs and ass..."

The first slave stepped to the trembling woman with lust-burning eyes and he lustfully tapped the cramped thighs. He tugged on the grotesquely hanging labias and checked how low they could be pulled. The loosened tissues made it easy for him to pull the thin flesh almost as low as her kneesh. He tied one end of a rusty wire to the lowest hanging ring in her right cuntlip, stretched it towards her left foot and knotted the other end around the base of her blood-red big toe. The wire was stretched as tight as a chord, stretching the poor woman’s labia to its very maximum again. Another slave repeated the process on her other lip, tying that to the left big toe, making the thin, pale lips crossing each other between Aurelia’s thighs. Two were ready, thirteen were to go.

Standing on the stake has suddenly become much harder and much more painful. From now on, not only the sole of the supporting foot was grinding against the blunt wooden tip, but the opposite nether lip was stretched to the maximum. In the mean time, she was free to fold her free leg and relieve the pain in her other lip. She tried to stand on her her raw heels, to lift her big toes as much as it could go, but this brought but very slight relief.

The next beggar gently caressed the dirty globes of Aurelia's ass and started to probe her anus. First gently, then more roughly, he started to push his deformed fingers into Aurelia's body, breaking through the sphincter and touching the inner side of her bowels. Her rectum was still sore from having been stretched for hours by the chilli pepper bell. The new violation made her to gasp and clench her buttocks helplessly. He started to pump his fingers in and out in her ass, slowly stretching the asshole as with every thrust he penetrated deeper. The man easily dodged the woman's desperately protesting hands with his free arm and pushed forward until four of his fingers were embedded in her body. With a final, powerful thrust he pushed his hand deeper and his arm slid up to his wrist into Aurelia.

The poor, struggling agent emitted a gasp of pain and humiliation as she felt her anus stretched so widely. The pain made her slip from the stake, driving the chain deeper into her throat. For the next seconds, her attention was entirely focused on finding back the stake with the raw skin of her soles. The slave used this time to push her hand even deeper in her bowels.

He delightfully fucked the agent's ass with his dirty limb for long minutes, forcing his hand deeper and deeper, wetting the rest of his forearm. He also opened his fist and clawed into the inner walls of her intestines, his thick, broken nails cutting into the sensitive surface. This drove Aurelia crazy with pain and once again, as she tried to kick to defend herself, she lost her support and found herself with flailing legs and stretching neck. Each desperate kick she was making yanked painfully on her stretched labia, causing even more agony. He stretched her ass wide by rolling his arm from side to side, producing wet sounds and causing great pain. Finally he yanked out his fist from her leaving a gaping hole behind.

"Give me your right hand, bitch!" he barked. "It's time to show us how you can fist yourself!"

Aurelia did not react at first as she was too far lost in her pain and anguish. Her gaping anus was burning and pulsating and she was concentrating all her mind onto the task of keeping her balance on the stake that was cruelly grinding against her sole. The slave then grabbed the wires connecting her labia ring to her big toes and pulled them up. Her victim immediately lost her precious whilst torturous support and once again felt back into the woe of slow asphyxia. Keeping the wires in hand, he approached his ugly face from hers and, his foul breath wafting at her, repeated his order.

Aurelia's air intake was reduced to a trickle, her tongue was jutting out of her gaping mouth, she was feeling anguish knotting her bowels. As she realised what was expected from her in exchange for fresh air, she rapidly complied. Her hand was thinner than her torturer's and, by contorting her right arm behind her back, she managed to push her hand easily in her horribly stretched rectum.

As soon as it was in, the man let the wire go and Aurelia fought to regain her stand. Meanwhile, he deftly wrapped several coils of barbed wire around her wrist and then threaded it through the large rings pierced on each side of her anus. Another slave was helping him by pulling Aurelia's muscular buttocks well apart. When the secret agent had regained her cruel footing and she wanted to pull her hand out of its warm, wet and raw sheath, she gasped in pain and horror as the barbs scratched the skin inside her butt crack and yanked on the rings. She realised her hand was trapped for good inside herself.

She was fairly bondaged at that time, having only one limb - her left arm - free to move, as her right hand was captured in her own ass and the move of her legs were limited by her stretched labias. Accordingly, Athis ordered some men who stepped to the girl and simply removed the stake from under her feet. They left her hanging by her neck for half minute or so, enjoying the funny dance she performed at the end of the chain. Her toes were desperately pointing to the ground as she stretched her legs - and her labia along with them - to the maximum. Her toes remained tantalisingly just a few centimetres above the floor. The fingers of her left hand were vainly trying to squeeze themselves under the neck chain to relieve the pressure on her breath pipe. Eventually, they let the chain loose and Aurelia fell onto the sandy ground, coughing and gasping for air. Her vision was half-way darkened and the cut of her air supply had made her dizzy for a long time, giving easy access to her body.

The fourth slave stepped to her and grabbed her free hand, imprisoning her wrist between his knees. He held a rectangular wooden slab the size of a wallet against her palm. From the middle of the slab a big, rusty nail was standing out. Without  foreplay, he started to push Aurelia's palm against the tip of the nail, which easily broke through the skin and ran into the flesh. The nail proved to be sharp and drilled through her hand, breaking through the top of her hand, eliciting a sharp yelp out of Aurelia's mouth. He pushed the girl's hand until her palm rested against the slab itself. The slab covered the middle of her hand but her fingers were free to curl over its edge... if she could do so. But her fingers were trembling pointing out except the middle one, which was half flexed and reamined motionless, the nail deforming its tendrils. The slave then took another piece of wooden slab, placed it against the tip of the nail and with a hammer he drived it onto the nail until it reached the top of the hand. He smashed another two blows, almost breaking the delicate bones in Aurelia's hand, and finally hammered the tip of the nail sidewards until it laid on the surface of the second slab. He admired his rough handiwork and with a satisfied expression he left the girl alone.

Aurelia was writhing in the dust, contorting her left arm helplessly as she tried to adapt to the crushing pain in her nailed, sandwiched hand. She was keeping her legs half-flexed to prevent her throbbing labia to be stretched some more.

The fifth man rolled the suffering girl onto her belly and sat onto her legs above the knees facing her stuffed ass. He was holding two, small book-sized iron grates in his hand. They looked like grills but on one side dozens of small, cone shaped iron needles were sticking out from the bars of the grid. Also four fishing-hooks like devices were hanging from the four corners of each grate. The man turned the needled surface against Aurelia's left buttock and slowly, precisely, started to push the tip of the first hook into the meaty globe. Aurelia arched her body at this new attack. Instinctively, she tried to brace on her left hand and lift her torso. This made the nail transfixing her palm to grind against the bones, causing incredible agony, and she fell back on her breasts while the man continued his work. He took his time, curving the hook as deeply as possible into the muscular ass, embedding it completely into the flesh. The tip of the barbed hook was hardly protruding above the skin, meaning that about three centimetres of curved metal was punctured through the girl's ass. He repeated the careful process with the three other hooks, fixing the grate neatly against the sweating and soon bleeding assglobe. He needed around five minutes to finish with the first grate before he moved to the other buttock, creating a painful shell around Aurelia's assglobes. The sides of the grates crushed Aurelia's self-fisting wrist from both sides, cutting into her flesh, squeezing the bones. As the slave finally finished and the girl was rolled onto her back, her meaty buttocks pushed hard against the sharp cones, which punctured her skin immediately and caused hellish agony. By "chance", her right arm was preventing her butt from pressing too had on the points, although this tended to shove her hand deeper into her rectum. She was contorting her legs while keeping them half folded to preserve her labia. Her left hand had been rendered mostly useless. There were still 10 tortures to add but she felt already in so much pain that she wondered how she could bear more.

The sixth jumped onto Aurelia’s belly with a wide grin, almost breaking her wrist under her ass. She gasped and tried to curl her legs up as air was winded out of her softened belly. The added weight made her buttocks to be pressed against the grid studs, causing renewed agony. The girl’s free arm was held down by other slaves so that the sixth torturer could work on her without being interrupted. He held a rusty, fourty centimetres long metal skewer in front Aurelia’s eyes, rolling it between his fingers. The rust had made its surface very coarse and it was not quite straight either. He feigned to stab the pointy end into the agent’s left eye, bringing the tip mere millimetres from Aurelia's eyeball while he was keeping its lids stretched wide open with his dirty left hand. Aurelia screamed a piercing "Nooooo!" while arching her body with all her remaining strength, persuaded that he was going to blind her. Pieces of rust fell into her eye, blinding it and causing burning pain. He laughed cruelly as he pulled the skewer away from her face.

With his free hand, he squeezed Aurelia’s left breast, embedding the dirty fingers into the meaty flesh. Finally he pinched one of the rings hanging from Aurelia’s lower lip and threaded the end of the skewer through it. He took a firm grab on her sweat-covered left breast and pulled it upwards, stretching the lovely boob towards the ceiling. One of his mate arrived to help him, holding the breast out, stretching it as far from Aurelia’s chest as he could. Aurelia was moaning pitifully as she could see through her right eye what was going to be done to her perfect breast.

The sitting slave hesitated a little, the sharp end of the skewer moving around the top of Aurelia’s tit, and finally he found the right spot. He yanked the skewer towards himself, making the skewer enter the beautiful meat globe, passing through the soft and sensitive tissues. Once more Aurelia bucked fiercely, managing to lift her butt from the ground and jerk the man sitting astride her belly. She could feel the rusty rod grinding its way through her flesh and glands, causing flashing pain through her whole chest, almost cutting her breath. She lowered her head until her chin was resting on her clavicles, but the skewer was pushed further and stretched her lower lip hideously. His yank was so hard that the bloody tip pierced the breast’s bottom and stabbed him in the stomach. Luckily for him, the small knob at the skewer’s blunt end was stuck in Aurelia’s lip ring, stretching her lips as if she was snarling. The skewer stabbed her breasts completely through, right in the middle, its bloody tip sticking from the underside of the tit.

All slaves laughed at Six’s awkwardness, as he sighed slowly in relief. Soon his helper and Six exchanged positions, and the next slave repeated the process using another skewer stitched through another lower lip ring. He was more cautious, stepping with one foot on Aurelia’s chest between her breasts, kneeling with the another, performing the tit skewering torture from the side. He also took more time, pushing the tip slowly through her flesh, making the preparation even more painful for the poor woman. Despite her groanings and protests, the second skewer was driven through her right breast till the knob stopped it, stretching her lip downwards, and making her right tit dripping blood too. Her chest was now in deep agony as well, her breasts throbbing. She was now forced by her stretched lower lip to look down at her own writhing body.

The man moved away with a sadistic grin on his face. The eighth slave in the queue did not step in immediately. He was mesmerized by the sight of the poor Aurelia, who was writhing on the cavern floor, her body strangely twisted sidewards as her right arm was shoved in her own rectum. She was trying to stay on her side as she could not bear to sit on the spiked gratings, nor could she rest on her now transfixed breasts, connected to her lower mouth lip by a pair of rusty skewer. She had to keep her legs slightly bend to prevent her big toes to yank on her already over-stretched nether lips.

"Wise men blink often  when in the desert as the sunshine can kill" Athis said and the cadavers around nodded wildly. "I'm afraid we have to deny this possibility from you, Agent!"

Following his suggestion, the ninth slave showed several very small hooks in his dirty hand. While Aurelia was kept immobilized, he carefully opened her left eye with two dirty fingers. Aurelia tried to shake her head but it solidly immobilised between the knees of one of the slave. Of course, she was unable to resist and was forced to look at the dirty finger pads forcing her left eye open. He pinched her lower eyelid pulling it away from her eyeball, just to insert a double tiny hook through the thin layer of skin. Aurelia's eyes burst into tears, washing the blood out of her eye. The man pulled the end of the hook downwards, stretching the eyelid widely, almost tearing it. Aurelie winced, tears flowing from her eye. She felt a burning pain in her eyelid and dry air against the bottom of her eyeball. He took the ring pierced through her left nostril and stretched it upwards until the hook and the ring reached each other. He clamped the free end of the hook into the nostril ring stretching her eyelid down and her nostril up, which forced her beautiful face into a hideous grimace. He then did the same treatment to her right eye and right side of her nose, making her lower eyelids stretched grotesquely. Her lower eyelids were stretched half way down her cheeks, showing their glaring red insides. The lower side of her eyeballs could be clearly seen, covered with tiny red veins. Her nostrils were now two enlarged black holes hideously stretched sidewards and upwards. She looked like a sad pig. Unaware of this horrible look, Aurelia was scared by the pain the dry air was causing to her moist eyes.

The preparations of her eyes were far to be over. Similar hooks were inserted through her left upper eyelid connected to another string, which was pulled across the top of her head and ended in another hook, which was inserted under her skin between her shoulders. This made her left eye open, wide open, gazing without the relief of blinking. It also forced her head as far backwards as her ringed lower lip would allow, ensuring that her mouth would remain wide-gaping, her head hooked down by her lower lip and hooked up by her upper eyelids. The same happened to her right eye too so Aurelia had totally lost the ability to clean her eyes or defend them from the dust or the piercing sunshine. Her eyes were now staring with a constant expression of surprise. They looked large, round, and were surrounded by wide extent of red skin. Her impossibility to blink was adding to the strangeness of her look. She was rotating her eyes wildly, vainly trying to wet her rapidly drying eyeballs.

The tenth slave came over Aurelia. She was forced to lie on the ground again, face down. This caused incredible pain into her flattened breasts, as this ground the rusty skewers that were transfixing them. Her face was pressed into the ground, pushing dust and dirt into her gaping mouth and eyes.She squirmed, unable to blink and wash her dry eyes from the dust. She was breathing hard and dust penetrated her wide-stretched nostrils, adding to her anguish. Two men pinned her down by her shoulders and a third one forced the top of her left foot flat against the ground, stretching the wire attached to her big toe to its maximum. She moaned as her toe was strangled and stretched, the blood trapped inside and causing it to throb and pulse. He stepped onto her toes, almost crushing them with his dusty shoe. A long and thick nail with a length of fifteen centimetres was held against Aurelia's tenderised heel. Its tip was actually a sharp screw. The man carefully positioned the nail against the soft pad of her heel, searching for the right spot. He pushed the pointed end deep into her flesh on several places but did not actually puncture the skin. Each try caused Aurelia to jerk and grunt as the soft skin was all but pierced. Finally he found the right spot, and pushed the nail with increased force until it pierced the skin and a small rivulet of blood appeared. Aurelia yelped at the new pain in her already sore soles. The man took a hammer, and while holding the nail in place he suddenly hit the end of it with a strong blow. The nail ran into Aurelia's heel, tearing through the skin and fat under it, biting into flesh and knocked against her heelbone with a sickening sound. Aurelia screamed to the top of her tired lungs as the blow seemed to reverberate through her whole skeleton. The pain in her heel was flashing.

The man hit the nail a second time, driving it into the unfortunate woman's heelbone. He then exchanged the hammer against pliers, which he clamped around the base of the nail. He began to spin it, driving the screwed end of the nail deeper into the bone. With every turn, the nail was mined deeper by an additional millimetre into the hellishly aching bone, increasing Aurelia's agony to an almost unbearable level. She was thrashing with all the strength she had left, forcing the men who were holding her to press with all their weight on her body to keep her still. She was screaming blood-freezing shrieks and all the muscles in her limbs were hideously twisted and knotted. Almost any human being would have passed out under such a cruel torment, but Aurelia's trained mind denied that possibility from her. She was trained to remain awake whatever happened, not to miss any chance of escape. The nail was screwed in again and again. With each turn she could actually feel and hear the bone cracking and groaning from the internal pressure and that noise alone was driving her crazy with pain and anguish. The nail was not sharp enough to run in easily so the girl had to endure over twenty-five turns of the pliers before the nail was completely embedded into the depths of her heelbone. Blood covered her heel and her arch, collected in the little wrinkles of her sole. The nail was sticking out by around twelve centimetres from her heel. She had just got one of the longest high heels she had ever worn. Finally her nailed foot was left alone, but only for the chance to have her right foot submitted to the same treatment. When it was eventually completed, Aurelia's heels were throbbing with deep-rooted agony. It felt as if her bones had been shattered. The sheer idea of touching them was making her clenching her muscles in anticipated suffering.

The cadaver slaves were still not satisifed with the brutal treatment Aurelia’s feet had already suffered. A stub was placed in front of her, and one of her foot was raised and placed onto the stub, the nail sticking from her heel was hanging just off the stub. A cadaver slave grabbed her ankle and immobilized her foot, while the 11th  slave took a handful of wooden splinters. Despite the several difficulties and torments she had been through, her toenails were still intact and even longer as before. The artificially strengthened nails had withstood all the challenges. Only the toenail of her big toe was shorter, as Aurelia had gnawed at it earlier to make a lock-picking tool. The 11th slave took a splinter and with his free hand he grabbed Aurelia’s babytoe firmly, forcing it upwards. He spat on the tip of the toe and scraped the black dirt from under the toenail with the tip of the splinter. Aurelia knew what was going to happen and she braced herself against the pain that was to come. Then he placed the wooden object against her toe, right where the nail and the flesh joined. Slowly, without any hurry, he pushed the splinter under the nail, tearing the skin first and letting the splinter dig into one of the most sensitive part of the human body. The pain hitting Aurelia was harsh and almost beyond bearable. The nerve endings of her nailbed screamed out against their rough destruction. She was trying to shake her head from side to side, pulling violently on her skewered and over-stretched lower lip, causing more agony. She was not able to pull her foot by an inch. Her head was forced downward by the breast skewers and she had to look straight at the slow torture of the splinter tunnelling its way under her strong nail.

The man was taking his time, pushing the splinter deeper and deeper. Only one fat drop of blood appeared where the splinter had slid in, but otherwise the splinter had blocked any bleeding. The darker shade of the intruding splinter was visible through the nail, as the black nailpolish applied by Laura before the race had been almost totally abraded. Walking in hot sand, warm fat and wet basements were not the best ways to keep a perfect pedicure. The slave kept pushing and the pain increased every micrometre. It was hard to imagine how unholy suffering could be caused just by working on so small an appendix as a baby-toe. Aurelia’s pretty toenail was slightly lifted from her toe as the splinter reached the root. Even so thin a splinter caused near-tearing of the tiny nail. The acute pain throbbing in her tiny toe was driving Aurelia crazy, overwhelming all her other plights. She was sweating profusely and trembling. The worst was that she knew she had nine more toes and that the cruel slave was not going to stop until he had adorned all of them with his cruel wooden needles.

The slave was about to push the splinter even deeper, intending to destroy the root of the nail altogether, but Athis stopped him. "Enough! Go on!" he barked.

The slave looked a bit disappointed, but he still had dozens of splinters and other toes were waiting for him. He let the baby-toe free and grabbed the next toe. The nail was hardly wider on this one than on the previous, but the risk of tearing off the nail had decreased dramatically. He spat again and cleaned the dirt under the nail to have a better access to the exposed nailbed. He accidentally scratched the nailbed with the tip of the splinter as he swept the dirt away causing some minor bleeding, but for obvious reasons he did not take too much care. But Aurelia was and the accidental scratch made her to glitch and yelp. The tip touched the nailbed again and he began to push, and Aurelia had to face the hell another time. This splinter ran quickly under the nail and was clearly visible through the surface of the nail. Aurelia's eyes were bulging out even more from her over-stretched eyelids. She was now screaming to the top of her lungs.

The middle toe was next and Aurelia wondered how it would be possible to stand so much pain. She felt sorry for herself and also for the victims of Laura, knowing that cruel games with toenails were Laura’s most desired and beloved favourites. She also felt sorry for the poor black girl whose big toenail she had extracted personally. After only two splinters she had already gained too much knowledge of the pain that could be caused by the sensitive toes and toenail area. The third toe suffered the same treatment as the previous two, having a splinter cruelly inserted under the nail righ in the middle, performed in a very leisured way.

Her fourth toe, next to the big toe had a wider nail, and the slave grinned sadistically as he carefully placed one splinter on the top of the stub. He took another one and cleaned the toenail again with his spit applying much more saliva this time. When the toe was ready for the insertion he carefully placed the splinter against the nailbed, not at the centre of toe but on one side. He pushed slowly, keeping the angle steady and letting the splinter dig itself deeper and deeper under the toenail, making the girl’s longest toe shiver and shake due to the brutal penetration. The splinter reached the root and he left it in, taking the other. He placed it against the nail bed at an equal distance from the side of the nail and the other splinter, and began to push. Even if that nail was wider than the rest, having two splinters pushed under it made the nail slightly lifted from from the toe and not only around the splinters but under the whole nail the tissues began to be torn and radiate pain. The tip of that splinter reached the root again. The level of pain that was causing was entirely new to the poor Aurelia, who was shrieking so loud that several spectators had to push fingers into their hears. Her mad screams were echoing through the cave. Tears were blurring her sight and she could not well see what was actually happening to her toes. It felt as if her toes were utterly destroyed.

The slave moved to the big toe. He licked his lips and he carefully sorted four splinters, but Athis stopped him again.

„Only two! We might want to use her foot later…” he said and the slave dropped two of the splinters with a highly disappointed gesture. He tugged on the wire tied to the base of the toe and laughed at Aurelia’s reaction. Then he spat on the surface of the nail several times and used his dirty fingers to rub the nail and the nailbed as clean as he could. Aurelia’s big toe’s nail was longish and wide, she could have been the dream of any foot fetishist into perfectly shaped toenails. Some small spots of black polish still remained around the nail but the rest was clean and uncovered. The nail was wide enough to cradle 10 or even 12 splinters under it, but as the slave had only two he had lots of choices how to place them. Finally he decided to enter one in the centre and another one very close to the nailbed in hope of causing more pain. He placed the first in the middle and started to push, enjoying the agony screams Aurelia was producing. She was now sure that her nails were not just splintered but actually torn from her toes. He pushed it until the splinter was deep enough to stay in place, and took the other, pushed it in right next to the side. There were enough place around the splinter so as the sensitive tissues were torn, some fat drops of blood emerged around. He pushed and pushed, driving the splinter deep under the nail, he followed the trace through the nail. The splinter was only half-way in to the root when he was unable to push it more. The packed blood and flesh in front of the tip blocked its progress. So he began to work on the other splinter and also pushed it half way. Athis handed him a smaller wooden club and he took it with a grateful smile. He aimed and stroke the hammer, hitting both splinters at the same time. The splinters ran to the root immediately, causing the harshest pain. The hit also reached the tip of the toe, and the throbbing at the base of her toe let Aurelia know, that her bone was probably broken too. The pain exploded in her big toe and Aurelia found the strength to push those who were holding her away. Unable to stand, she fell miserably in a heap of throbbing flesh, screaming and crying, her tortured toes twitching and curling helplessly. Her feet were feeling as balls of agony, with no way to  move or position that was not incredibly painful.

Athis looked into her eyes and started to speak. "Do you have any idea how difficult this will be? Walking on high heels is not easy without practice. Walking high heels screwed into your heelbone is something hellish. Walking without high heels while having splinters under your toenails is almost impossible… but walking on srewed high heels AND having splinters under your nails… poor wreck, you’ll regret you were born…” he explained and all the slaves around cheered.

The 12th slave in the line repeated the same operation on her other foot. By the end of the process, Aurelia had been reduced to a shivering piece of female flesh writhing on the dirty floor of the cave. Her feet were throbbing beyond all nightmares, propagating waves of agony up her legs.

After the most brutal treatment to Aurelia’s feet, the thirteenth cadaver targeted her nose. As her nostrils were stretched towards her lower eyelids, the nostrils were exposed and offered easy access to any kind of torments. As she was almost unable to hold her weight and stand alone, two slaves held her in mid-air by her thighs and shoulders while the next operation was carried out. Two small gobs of reddish, stinking, actually rotten meat were shown to the girl, right in front her forced-open, tear-filled eyes. Aurelia could see dozens of tiny, white worms twirling around in the rotten meat. 

„Nothing special, some flesh-eating worms… Unfortunately they are very stupid animals, and sometimes cannot separate living and dead flesh…” Athis explained. „You won’t like this, but what else could you do than accept your fate?” he said and the man forced a finger into Aurelia’s left nostril, just to push one gob of worm-infected meat into her nasal cavity. The stench that hit Aurelia was familiar to her, that was not the first encounter with stinky human remnants… The man took a little stick and began to push the ball of meat deeper up her nose. Aurelia moaned as her sinus was stretched filled. Having freed some room at the base of the nostril, he shoved some more meat. Then he switched to the other nostril, repeating the operation. Finally, both holes were closed with a small piece of adhesive tape. Aurelia tried to sneeze but was unable to expel the nasty pieces of flesh.

Aurelia was held still in mid-air, and the fourteenth slave used two rusty metal skewers again. He inserted the skewers into her thighs, from outside pointing inwards, pushing them through the flesh in front of the bone until they completely punctured the girl’s thighs and pointed towards the other thigh. As her shapely legs were well-muscled it was difficult to push the sharp-ended skewers through, the slaves holding aurelia had to clench their muscles in order to keep Aurelia in place as she was writhing and twirling in their hands like a madwoman. Finally the skewering was complete and the free ends of the skewers made it sure Aurelia could not close her thighs anymore.

All the horrors she had been forced to endure were not enough for these wicked people. All their ethics and human feelings had been distorted during their long stay in Ashagen and their mentality had formed into a grotesque, inhumanly evil mind by the life style they had as the cadaver slaves of the city of pain. 

Aurelia was again lifted in the air, raising up to the very tip of her toes because even the slightest touch with the nail to the ground made her cry out in pain. Athis himself performed the last preparation. The end of a very long and very thin, elastic reel of metal wire was threaded through the ring of Aurelia's clit. Athis pulled the wire upwards until he reached the agent's left, spkied breast. He threaded it through the ring of her nipple, drove the wire towards the right ringed nipple and also threaded the wire through. Than he pulled the wire down until the end reached her clit again. The wire was cut and the two free ends were knotted together by a small, thumbnail-sized metallic device planned for the purpose. The wire was stretched but not as hard as a string, the poor girl's clitoris and nipples were stretched towards each other, but the tension was bearable. For a while. Athis showed something to Aurelia, holding a cigarette-box-sized can in front of her aching eyes.

"This is a very unique and clever little device. I manufactured it myself from the wrecks and waste I found around. This has no any other purpose than under circumstances we are in, this pretty thing needs extreme sunshine to work properly. Let me explain. As you can see the base is the box of an old canned fish. We put dried coal powder into it soaked with oil, we make this fill the can completely. The top of the can is closed by this shiny, clear piece of glass lens, like this" he explained as he inserted the big lens onto the top of the can into the handmade socket. "I close this clamps so the lens remain in its place whatever happens. There are tiny holes on the sides of the can, working as blowholes. Now I thread this little box to the triangle of wire with the help of this clamps" he said and two nearly-closed hooks sticking out from the side of the can were closed around the right vertical part of the wire. He made the hooks closed by using rusty pliers until the hooks tightened around the wire. "Now we do the same to the other side of the wire, making sure the box won't slide and also stretching the wire a little" he said and did so exactly, forcing the box towards the left vertical wire, making the triangle narrower, and the tension on Aurelia's nipples and clitoris started to increase dramatically. When the box reached the other wire the hooks on those sides were also closed roughly, placing the box right above the girl's abdomen. As she breathed, the back of the can touched her skin from time to time. Her nipples started to stretch and elongated just as her aching clit.

"I guess you can imagine what will happen when we place you outside, under the burning sun. Whenever you turn so the lens starts to collect the sunshine, focusing it and making a lit point inside the can. The oil soaked coal will be lit after sometime, hard to say how long it will last. Once it is lit the coal starts to sizzle, slowly, sucking oxygen through the holes, becomes red hot but never bursting into flames. The heat will increase, making first the walls of the can hot. Later, as the inner burning going on the triangle wire will also heated up, and while you're attempting to get back here you have to stand the slowly inner roast of your puffy nipples and lovely clit, and of course the more heavier burning of your flat, pretty abdomen. Like it? Only an educated mind like mine is able to figure out such a cruel and imaginative torment, can't it?" Athis finished and laughed then spat into Aurelia's face. 

All the slaves in the line had added their evil devices to the poor agent. She was writhing on the ground in a very bad condition, wondering how she would get out of this treacherous situation. Her wide-gaping eyes were drying and filling with dust, her nostrils were filled with hungry maggots, her mouth was stretched open by her lower lip connected to skewers pierced through her breasts. Her right hand was lost inside her own rectum, maintained there by barbed wire. Her buttocks were partly hidden behind heinous spiked grids. Her left hand was crushed between two spiked planks barely leaving the tip of her fingers protruding. He thighs were transfixed with long skewers that prevented her from closing them and she could not stretch her legs completely because her stretched labia were connected to her toes. And finally, her feet had been made all but usable by the long nails screwed into her heels and the splinters shoved under her nails. Right in the middle of her abdomen, the fire box was hovering threateningly, hooked to her stretched nipples and clitoris.

Athis placed a bucket right outside the entrance of the cave.

„This is the goal. We consider your test over if you arrive back here before the sun goes down, and drink everything that you find in this bucket! I don’t think you can succeed, but if you do, take this as a reward, you’ll surely be hell of a thirsty bitch at that time!”

He pissed directly into the bucket. All the other slaves fished their cocks out of their dirty trousers and robes and circled the bucket, pissing into it, soon collecting litres of dark-yellow, stinking pee.

Aurelia was in agony. Two cadaver slaves grabbed the back of her thighs, barely avoiding to touch the thigh-puncturing needles, and raised her in the air. They supported the girl’s back with their other hands and carried her out of the cave. The large group of excited, cheering, laughing, shouting cadaver slaves followed them. Athis led the strange crowd as they slowly walked the sand towards the ramp where the dumper truck stayed. The sun was high, radiating killer rays raising the temperature over fourty degrees. Right at the edge of the dead pit the smell of rotting bodies was almost unbearable, but not for poor Aurelia who had her very own pieces of rotten meat stuck up her nostrils. Almost every cadaver wore some kind of shoes but the few who did not were hopping from foot to foot as the extremely hot sand was burning their soles.

The carrier slaves did not pay too much attention tho the convenience of their cargo. Whenever one of them stumbled  several wires connecting Aurelia’s body parts tightened and caused renewed agony to the battered agent. The distance between the ramp and the slaves’ cave was about 800 metres, which seemed an extremely long distance to Aurelia. The carrier slaves walked the path leading to the ramp, Aurelia’s hanging feet touched the sand before them a couple of times making the girl moan in misery either beacuse of the splinters under the toenails or because those touches caused tugs on her labia strings.

Chapter XIXb - The escape test: action

Finally they reached the end of the path and the woman was carried in front of the dumper truck, and finally placed onto her tiptoes. But the slaves did not release their hold on her yet.

„Remember the rules!” Athis said, his erected cock was in his hand again. „If you can get back before the sun totally goes below the horizon, you’re free to go and I'll even grant you some help. If you don’t… well, in that case you’ll be our most favoured pet until you die. Now, we did not go on will all these efforts to adorn your feet and to see it wasted by you crawling on the ground too early. Keep in mind that the sand is very hot and you may not like to lie on it. Moreover, I'm going to add another enticement for you to stay upright, at least at the beginning."

He motioned the carrier slaves to back up a few steps, until Aurelia was right underneath one of the truck side mirrors, which was extending at the end of a rusty arm. He gathered two long strands of the poor girl's hair, pulled them over the mirror arm and clamped them by mean of a powerful, spring-loaded, serrated car-battery jumper. This had the effect of keeping her from falling to the ground, lest she was ready to tear her hair from her very scalp.

"Ready, steady, GO!” he shouted and the carriers stepped back, leaving the girl alone, standing on her tip toes, feeling the pressure and agony of the splinters, the awful aching at her heels, the sizzling heat under her raw soles. They all quickly receded to the shade of the caves, from where they could look at the girl's progress.

Aurelia was tottering on her horribly tortured feet, cautious to keep her legs half bent to prevent too much stretching of her labia. She was switching her weight from her splintered toes to her nailed heels and back, each position bringing an awful set of sufferings. She could feel the heat radiating from both the blinding sky and the reverberating sandy ground. The heat was sucking her sweat as soon as it formed. She was desperately trying to close her eyes, which were drying fast in the desert atmosphere, causing added agony and blinding her. Similarly, her gaping mouth was drying very quickly. Her whole body was throbbing with pain as she stomped in the sun. Each time the skin of her back touched the truck hull, she gasped as it was sizzling hot like a pan. Her legs were trembling and several times she lost her balance, only to be stopped by her scalp.

Flies were crawling all over her suffering body, entering her every orifices, in search of moisture. She could feel them crawling inside her stretched eyelids and on her very eyeballs. She could feel them gathering around her mouth, inside her stretched lip, around her nostrils. Her sex was another attractive spots for the nasty insects, and her stretched labia offered little protection. The crawling, although pretty harmless, was driving her crazy with disgust.

For some time she tried to find an equilibrium that would allow her to walk on her feet with minimal pain. She found none. The nails were so long that she had literally to stand on her toes, which meant on the splinters shoved under her toe nails. The pain it caused both in her heel bone and in her toes was unbearable and she had to admit that walking back to the cave would be out of the question in her present state. She also had to remember not to present her belly to the sun for too long, lest the fire box hanging over her belly would catch fire. As the cave was to the south of her position, it would mean walking backwards or on all fours. It also meant she could not afford to stay much longer against the truck as she facing directly into the mid-morning sun.

Decidedly, she lifted her left arm and reached for her hair. The clamp was just out of reach of her fingers and she had to use her razor-sharp nails to cut the tip of her hair. With her hand cruelly crushed and nailed between two planks, moving her fingers was both difficult and painful. However, her left arm was the only part of her body she could move more or less freely. Everything else was interconnected with pain-inducing links. She tried to look above her at what she was doing but her lower lip and skewered breasts painfully reminded her that she had to keep her head bowed. She had to proceed blindly as she cut the tip of her trapped hair. All the time she was tottering on her tortured feet, trying to keep her balance. Regularly, she yanked on her scalp or on her stretched labia as she fought to stay upright.

At last, the last strand of hair that was holding her head was cut. Her next move was to get carefully on the ground so as to relieve the unbearable pain throbbing in her toes and heels. She began to squat down, her ankles trembling uncontrollably. At mid-course, she lost her balance and fell backwards. She yelped in panic and all her muscles clenched as her instinct ordered her limbs to stop her fall. This resulted in her head yanking on her lower lip and breasts, her big toes pulling on her labia and her nipples pulling on her clitoris. The flash of pain added to her unbalance and she crashed heavily on her butt. The spiked grids hooked to her buttocks penetrated deeply into her flesh and she almost twisted her right wrist. Crazy with agony, Aurelia jerked to the side and fell on her flank. The pain had subsided a little but she was still panting and gasping from what she had been through.

Her sight was quite blurry by now. Her eyes were aching tremendously and the flies crawling on them did not help. Still, she could see the shady area under the truck. She decided to go there so as to be protected from the killer sun rays while she was trying to free herself. This was more easily thought than done. Crawling on the burning ground in her state was an inhuman torture. She could only do it while lying on her right side. She could not use her head as a support, nor her buttocks. She could not close her thighs because of the skewers and had to keep them non-overlapping. She was forced to use her crushed left hand and her horribly painful feet to push herself, centimetre by centimetre, through the dirt. Grains of sand were pushed into the gaping cleft between her nails and toes, adding to the pain. Her sex too, left unprotected by the stretching of her labia, had engulfed more dirt and sand than comfortable. Her tortured face would have been grimacing if it had not already been twisted in a hideous mask by the various pieces of rusty metal hooked into her facial skin.

After a lot of frustrated efforts and piercing pain, she managed to get entirely under the truck. The heat was more bearable here and she accorded herself some time to rest. She was panting through her wide open mouth. Flies were crawling inside her cheeks and over her parched tongue. She was shocked by the severity of her situation. How could she hope to crawl along the 800 metres of the path to the cave? She had to free some of her bindings.

Because of the way her face had been hooked to other parts of her body, she was unable to move her head, and thus to use her sharpened teeth. Similarly, her toe nails had been rendered useless by the splinters that had been cruelly shoved under them. Her right hand, being forced in her rectum was of no use either. She had tried to pull it out but it had caused so much pain that she had quickly renounced. Her only chance stood in the nails of her left hand, whose finger tips were just protruding out of the planks crushing it.

First she went for the strings linking her labia to her toes. It was the easiest target and also the one which would best free her leg movements. Reaching between her legs with her left hand, she found her stretched, dry labia and followed them down to the rings pierced into them. She was shocked by the length they had reached. Tied to the rings were the big toe strings, which she began to saw with her sharp nails. Cutting them was fast enough and soon her legs had recovered some of their freedom. But still she was far from being able to walk properly. She needed to deal with her toe nails first.

Still resting on her right side, she twisted her right leg, bringing her foot in front of her. Her drying eyes had got so blurry by now that she was hardly able to see the tiny splinters that were cause of so much pain. She decided to free her eyelids first so as to get back the use of her eyes. Her dirty fingers fumbled around her grotesquely distended eyelids. Just touching them was causing intense pain and she feared that her sharp nails could just cut directly through the ultra-thin pieces of skin. It was so difficult for her to visualise how far her eyelids had been pulled. After several missed attempts and one nearly fatal mistake, she preferred to stop and go back to freeing her toe nails.

She reached for he big toe and touched it with her numb left fingers. It was still strangled by the thin string deeply embedded at its base. She followed her toe thumb until she reached the nail. Just touching it made her to gasp in pain. It was lifted from its bed and just pressing on it revived the pain nerves located beneath. Gasping and moaning, she continued her exploration until she could feel the two splinters protruding from under the robust nail. She felt her heart clenching at the sheer idea of what she was going to do. Her toe was literally pulsating waves of pain up her foot and leg. Trying to prevent her hand from trembling too much, she placed her index and middle fingers on both sides of the splinters. She counted to three and, mentally clenching her eyes, she grabbed the tiny wooden needles and yanked them out. The white agony it caused made her scream to the top of her tired lungs, scaring away the crows that had been crowding over the abandoned truck. She was barely able to remain conscious while she waited for the pain to recede.

Once she had recovered from her self-imposed ordeal, she started again with the second toe, and then the next, until all toes from her left foot were free. Each extraction caused violent pain and inhuman shrieks echoed through the death pit. Between each splinter, Aurelia had to gather the strength and courage to proceed to the next. She then turned to her right foot and started again to torture herself. By the time she had reached the smallest of the right toes, her dry throat was sore from screaming.

The poor naked agent now turned to her lower lip, which was pulled down to her skewered breasts. She endeavoured to pull out one of the rusty long needles, but once again it proved too painful when compared to the freedom it would grant her. Her toes had been a mandatory operation. A question of life or death. Her eyelids and breasts were secondary, despite the agony they were causing her.

More than one hour had passed now. The sun had climbed to the zenith, heating the death pit atmosphere by another five degrees and removing any hint of shade. The heat was now over 40°C and breathing was getting difficult. Aurelia's dry eyes could barely see. Moreover, a painful tickling was beginning to be felt up her nose channels. To her horror, she realised that the worms had begun to eat their way into her sinuses.

Aurelia knew that, although her situation under the truck was comfortable compared to the open air, every minute that passed worsened the inferno awaiting her. She forced herself to leave the relative protection of her position and crawl back to the sun. Moving was now a little easier as her legs were totally free and her toe nails were no longer gaping wounds. She  still had to be careful not to touch the ground with the spikes protruding from her heels and from the side of her thighs. With pain grunts and pants, she twisted from under the truck and emerged in the bare sun. Here the heat was much higher, probably closing the 50°C. She really felt like in a giant oven.

With more grunts, she got to her knees. Her shins and knees had been spared during her preparation and she hoped that crawling on them would allow to progress faster. She looked around, trying to distinguish the direction to take. Her eyes were burning like hell and her vision was totally blurred. Still, she was able to determine where the path among the piled dead bodies was going. She took a deep, burning hot breath and started her long journey. Her wide-gaping mouth had since long ceased to drool as her mouth was so parched. Her tongue felt like if it was made of sandpaper. Each move of her legs made her breasts to bounce, which yanked painfully on her lower lip and caused the rusty skewers to grind inside her raw flesh. She had to be careful to keep her knees wide apart to prevent her thighs skewers to scratch against their opposite leg. As she crawled, the tip of her over-stretched labia were pulled in the dust, dragging their large ring with them. Also, her sore toes too were dragging on the ground, causing intense bouts of agony to the poor Agent. As she crawled, the nails screwed in her heels were pointing at a 45° angle towards the sky. The ground was sizzling hot under her knees and the sand kept grinding against her soft skin. The box hooked to her nipples and clitoris was bouncing on her belly in rhythm with her crawling, causing the little beads of nerve-packed flesh to throb in agony. With her face immobilised and her eyes mostly dry, Aurelia had no clue of how close from taking fire the box actually was. Anyway, in the shadeless noon sun, there was little she could do to stop the sun rays, except to lie on her belly.

She was progressing slowly along the path, between walls of rotting bodies. Because of her hand tucked in her butt, her torso was twisted in a strange pattern and she kept yanking on her anal rings. A cloud of green and blue flies was surrounding her and crawling all over her skin. The heat seemed to excite the maggots in her nose and they were biting more fiercely through the rotten meat and through her live flesh as well. As she crawled forward, she began to sneeze with increasing violence, until her whole skull was echoing with the sound and her nose burnt as hell. At last, she managed to expel bits of rotten meat. It was of no great relief though, as several maggots had managed to hook to her flesh and were hungrily devouring it. Their feasting was causing incredible pain up Aurelia's nose and sinuses.

After having progressed by about 100 metres, the bound Agent's knees and shins were raw from being ground endlessly on the coarse, burning terrain. She could hardly motivate herself to shuffle farther. She decided to indulge in a little rest. Stopping, she curled forward as much as her hand trapped in her rectum allowed her. This brought some relief to her over-stretched nipples and clitoris and put the belly box in the shadow of her upper torso. She could feel the heat of the ground reverberating on her face, accelerating the drying of her eyes and mouth. The flies got more fierce as well. She was panting heavily, vainly trying to call on her mental training to cope with her multiple sources of suffering.

As she remained prostrated and panting, motionless, crows, which had been circling above her or following her from a safe distance, emboldened to come closer. In her state, Aurelia was unaware of their approach. As she did not react to their getting nearer, the fateful birds got hardier and hardier. The boldest of the flock was eyeing hungrily at the writhing girl's bloody soles and was inching towards her feet, ready to take off at the least threat. It is only when he gave a quick peck in her right foot pad that Aurelia realised the birds were there. She made a yelp and straightened up her body, which scared the chief crow and its companions with him. The black birds flew off in a thunderous sound of flapping wings, which told the blind Agent how many of them had been encircling her.

Realising the danger, Aurelia decided to get back to crawling. But as she pushed her right knee forward, the chaffing of her raw skin was so painful that she almost collapsed in pain. She managed to shuffle towards the closest heap of cadavers and bracing her nailed left hand on them, succeeded in getting up on her feet. Or rather, on her toes and nailed heels. As soon as she stood up, she heard a new concert of flapping wings as the crows realised their prey was fitter than they had thought and were putting more distance between them and her.

But the crows were her least trouble now. Getting on her feet had revived the pain, which was now propagating up her calves. Her extraordinary nail-growth stimulants had already started to heal her nail beds but they were still quite sensitive. The worst were her big toe bones, which had been cracked by the hammering of the splinters. Resting on them caused immense suffering. Accordingly, she had to rest more weight on her heels, causing incredible agony. There were some advantages to walking on her feet though. She was now able to progress faster. As she walked with her thighs carefully parted, her weighted labia were swinging back and forth, their rings shining in the sun.

She walked another 100 metres. By then, the constant tapping of the nails into her very heel bones was driving her crazy with agony. She also had the impression that her big toes were about to split apart. Because of the length of the nail, the toes were supporting most of the weight that did not rest on the heels and she could hardly use her foot balls at all. The exaggerated arch of her feet and unnatural position was also filling her calves with cramps. They had become hard as wood and bulging with knots of pain. Aurelia's pace became slower and slower, her steps shorter and shorter, and eventually, her feet could not support her any longer and she collapsed to her sore knees. She moaned as her shins got again in contact with the burning ground.

Again, Aurelia curled over, trying to rest her throbbing calves and feet. She heard the crows flying closer. She was panting hard and moaning in a croaking hiss. Her throat was dry and parched and she had swallowed tons of dust and sand. Her eyes were in fire. She tried to see how much distance she still had to walk, but she could not distinguish details further away than a few metres. The heat had still increased and breathing had got even more difficult. Her sand-filled lungs were burning with each intake of hot air.

I can't bear these nails any longer! I must get rid of them! she thought. She reached behind with her wounded left hand and grabbed the nail protruding out of her left heel between her fingers. But no amount of pulling, yanking or shaking changed anything to the situation. The nail had been deeply hammered, even more deeper screwed in, and now her heightened healing hormones were busy reconstructing the bone tissue around the rusty metal. After a few unsuccessful but highly painful attempts, she accepted that it would be impossible to remove them without deep bone surgery.

She began to crawl again on her knees, but her knees were just too sore for that. The crows, understanding her weakened state, were getting hardier again. They were surrounding her, just out of reach of her free arm, hopping on the ground or sitting on the dead bodies. Their hungry little eyes were focused on this crawling piece of suffering meat, trying to assess when she would be too weak to be a threat. They were used to fear standing humans but they knew that once they were on the ground, their death was imminent in this infamous pit. Aurelia tried to chase them away with her left arm, swinging it at those that dared to come closer. She realised that they were hardier when she was on her knees.

Thus, after a few minutes of partial rest, she forced herself to stand back on her toes and heel nails. This proved more difficult than the first time as her calves were now aching with cramps and trembling from exhaustion. Still she managed it, scaring again the sinister flock of scavengers. With a deep sigh of pain, she resumed her tip-toeing walk.

She had just made a few painful steps when she heard a sudden hiss coming from her belly. And then the box hanging there began to emit heat. The oil had been set afire. The heat increased rapidly to reach a plateau. Each step made the box to bounce against her hard abs, burning her skin and adding a new source of agony to her trembling body.

She tried to walk faster while making shorter steps. She found that by resting on any one foot for a shorter time decreased the pain. But her tired and pain-racked legs and feet were barely able to support her and her walk was staggering and hesitant. As she was unable to look down, she could not see where she put her feet and could not avoid bigger of sharper stones, which added to her torture.

After about 80 metres, she braced her left hand against a heap of bodies and tried to rest her legs in alternatively. This short stop allowed her to continue to stagger for another 80 metres before she collapsed again to her knees, her feet and legs suffering like hell.

By now, she had covered almost half of the distance to the cave, although she could not really see it. She wondered how she could ever get back to her feet, such was the throbbing of her feet. As soon as she had fallen, the crows had closed again around her. They were restless now, pecking at each other in avid anticipation of the feast to come. Aurelia felt too weak to chase them and they grew more confident. She was resting on her knees and hand, panting, suffering, trying to recover some strength, while the audacious corvids were gathering less than one metre from her, tilting their heads and clapping their beaks. They were very nervous and Aurelia could feel it.

Suddenly, one of them hopped forward and pecked at her up-turned left sole. Aurelia yelped and jerked her leg. She tried to lift her left arm to scare the bird away but she was too slow. The crow had already jumped backwards. It had just been a test to see how she would react. Noticing that their prey had much less fight in her, the birds did not care to take of and just waited for her to rest again. Aurelia felt panic grow in her mind. She remained on her knees for some time, challenging the birds to come back. But the smart animals kept a safe distance, just out of arm reach.

She began to crawl on her knees once more, trying to ignore the pain her raw skin was causing. She hoped that moving would scare the scavengers. But as soon as she had turned her back to crawl, two crows jumped at her legs. One pecked at her right calf while the other attacked once again her tenderised left sole. Once again, Aurelia's reaction was too slow and the birds had the time to retreat at a safe distance. But this time, as she was turned backward, threatening her attackers with her left hand, another crow, which had been waiting in front of her, rushed to snap its sharp beak into her skewered plump breasts. These birds were used to human flesh and knew where it was the tenderest. Aurelia's fighting reflexes deceived her. In a protective movement, she wanted to swing her right arm to cover her front. She yanked with all her strength on her right hand, which pulled on the barbed wire and anal ring. She screamed in pain and lost her balance. Moaning, she fell on her belly, flattening her throbbing breasts under her weight and impressing the sizzling box into her belly. Dust and sand entered her burning eyes and her screaming mouth.

Immediately, in a ruffle of wings and feathers, several crows jumped on her back, shoving their sharp claws in her flesh. Those crows were large beast. Each individual weighted about 500 g and with five birds sitting on her back, Aurelia could definitely feel the weight. Some were landing on her legs too. She felt that within seconds they would be too numerous for her to move much. The birds were frustrated though. They knew that the most tender parts were on the other side of the body. They relished the eyes, the tongue, the breasts... On the side offered to them, the finest meat was located in the buttocks and in the anus, two parts that were blocked by their prey right hand and by the grates hooked over her rear globes.

As she fought to get back on her knees, she distinguished a black bird approaching her face. Its rapacious eyes lurked at her wide open, half blind eyes. They offered a perfect target to its sharp bill. It made small hop to get in range and braced its neck to give the fatal blow. But it never did. It was suddenly crushed flat on the ground as Aurelia hammered her crucified left hand on it, squashing it to a bloody and feathery pulp.

This show of fighting spirit scared the other birds of prey, which flew away with loud croaks of frustration. Aurelia did not lose a second and forced herself to get on her knees, and then on her feet again. The birds did not dare to approach her while she was standing. She had to remain upright, whatever the pain in her feet or the exhaustion of her legs. Trying to drive this motto in her mind, Aurelia started again to stagger along the path. The pain throbbing in her heel bones and her toes was unbearable but she kept forcing her legs to move. Left, right, left, and the right again. Her feet seemed sheathed with lead. Her legs seemed booted with fire. And all the time, the burning box kept bouncing on her blistered belly. She was stumbling and missed falling every five steps. It seemed that each time she put a foot on the ground, the nail was embedded deeper into her heel bone. Her sinuses were like filled with a fiery liquid and she could almost hear the maggots crunching through her flesh.

Limping badly, she was progressing more slowly now. Moreover, a lot of dust had entered her eyes during her fight against the crows and she was now almost completely blind. She could only distinguish the differences of light between the sky and the ground, and also the pit cliffs. This barely allowed her to stumble in the right direction but she could not really assess the distance she was from the goal. She had the impression of walking in a blinding, burning white haze. Not to be able to assess her progress was deeply depressing to the suffering Agent.

Knowing the crows were following her, waiting for her fall, she did not dare to rest and kept walking and walking and walking in spite of the cramps and pains coursing through her whole body. The three lengths of wire that were holding the belly box were starting to heat and to burn her skin around her navel. Several times she stumbled and fell to her knees. Immediately, the crows landed next to her and darted to her exposed feet and legs, not daring to approach her left arm. Aurelia's soles was pecked several times, but she always managed to get back on her feet.

As she progressed in her blank world of pain, the spy was aware that the sun was getting lower. Time was passing and she had no idea how far she was from her goal. However slowly she was progressing, her obstinacy was paying dividends though and she was now less than 100 metres from the cave where the cadaver slaves were gathered, silent, enjoying the show. The spectacle was highly exciting to them and they kept jerking off and ejaculating in the rusty bucket.

The crows too were aware of their prey progress. They saw that soon she would be too close from the other humans for their safety and she would escape them. Frustrated at the idea of losing so fine a meal of fresh meat, they began to take greater risk and harass Aurelia. They would fly around her, trying to peck at her back and head. They would hop behind her and bite her calves from behind. Blind and bound as she was, Aurelia could do little to protect herself. She waved her left arm haphazardly, trying to make the widest moves that would not upset her precarious balance. The scavengers were quick to notice her lack of fight and got hardier and hardier. Four or five birds were following her on the ground, pecking at her lower legs and feet. They seemed to know that if they could trip her down, she would be even more helpless. Some other crows were flying in circles, diving on her and pecking at her shoulders and head. A few even tried to land on her shoulders, driving their talons into her flesh, but Aurelia was able to scare them away.

How long could she hold under these nasty attacks? How long before they tripped her or crippled her hopelessly. The Agent's throat was by now much too dry to emit the least sound. Her oesophagus seemed to be parched down to her very stomach. How far was the cave?

A strong beak hit her right big toe. The pain made her yelp and kick her foot in defence. She lost her balance. She tried to recover it but as she landed with all her weight on the heel nail of her left foot, the flashing pain shot up her leg, her knee wobbled and she fell, spinning and landing on her back. The crows dived on her and for a moment, her body was hidden under the flurry of black feathers. Aurelia was desperately trying to protect her face from the evil birds who tried to peck at her helpless eyes. Her legs were thrashing and kicking, forcing the birds to fly around her lower body. Her left arm was wrapped around her upper face and she moved her elbow up and down to protect her gaping mouth as well. She could feel strong claws penetrating her skewered breasts, causing incredible agony. The weight of all these birds was enough to pin her weakened body to the ground. She was even unable to roll on her belly.

Was she going to die there, pecked to death by these ignominious birds? Aurelia collected all the energy she still had inside her and, grunting with the effort, managed to sit up. She was now putting all her weight on her buttocks grids, showing their spikes deeper in her flesh, as well as her right hand into her rectum. She put the pain aside as she had to focus entirely on the task of standing up and escaping the crows. It was a question of life and death.

The voracious birds reacted to their prey's surge of energy by croaking, flapping their wings and pecking more frantically at her, trying to kill all the fight from her. But Aurelia held tight and, chasing the birds with her free arm, succeeded in hauling herself to her transfixed feet. As soon as she was standing again, her attackers flew away, voicing their frustration noisily. They did not go very far though but they seemed to have a new respect for the naked girl and they did not dare to harass her as much as before.

Aurelia's strength was quickly draining out though as she staggered forwards. The sun had gone very low now. Actually, she was now in the shadow of the pit cliff. This meant she could not be very far from the cave. Heartened by this realisation, Aurelia continued to limp forward, trying to distinguish something through her painful haze.

At some point she could hear whispers and muffled laughs in front of her. She had done it! She was just by the entrance of the cave. He right foot kicked in something that rendered a metallic sound: the bucket. She knelt in front of it and bent forward, getting her face just above the rusty vessel. The stench coming out of it was atrocious. It was a mix of urine and sperm that had slowly brewed and soured in the hot desert sun. She could not smell it, but the stuff was foul enough to make it felt through her gaping mouth.

Taking a deep breath, she plunged her head into the sticky substance, swallowing as much as she could until lack of air forced her to pull out. Her blind face was dripping with the foul matter. After a few deep breaths, she dipped her face in the putrid bucket again. It took her a dozen of dipping to get the bucket reasonably empty. Much of the substance had made it to her face and hair too.

It is hard to imagine a more disgusting substance than the one Aurelia had to gulp down, but after a whole day in the desert, heavily restrained, tortured, with a widely forced-open mouth and gaping eyes, she was more dehydrated than ever before in her life. During her training she had had to hike for days in deserts and also while supporting very serious dehydration. But not even her hardest training sessions could match what she had endured and survived. Thus, drinking the foul liquid was a life-saving matter and she almost enjoyed it. It was wet, and her body was screaming for more and more water.

Chapter XX - An old acquaintance

When the bucket was empty she remained in her position, too tired to even fall on the ground. Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and thighs and she was carried into the cave. She could not see anything because of the thick layer of sperm covering her tired eyeballs. She was held in mid-air, someone removed the hooks from between her shoulders and carefully removed those from her upper eyelids.

Whilst she was unable to see, her ears were working properly, and to her surprise the cave was silent. She did not hear any laughing, shamble or steps. Cold clear water was spurted into her dust and sperm covered eyes, washing the waste out. She was still blind, having been exposed for a whole day in killer sunshine must have caused some damages to her visual nerves, but she strongly hoped not to lose her vision permanently. When the hooks from her lower eyelids were removed she was finally able to close her suffering eyes. When the rotten, worm-filled pieces of meat were carved out of her nostrils, she finally felt some relief.

She immediately closed her stretched eyelids on her burning eyes, but they felt as sand-paper on her dry eyeball and did little to revive her sight. However, after a few painful blinks, she felt the long-forgotten sensation of tears filling her eyes, washing them. She was still far from regaining her ability to see, but it was reassuring her that her lachrymal glands were still working properly.

Next the grates were removed from under her seriously punctured ass. Experienced hands rolled out the hooks from her flesh and the two grates landed with loud bangs on the ground. She felt the barbed wire being threaded out of the rings around her anus and soon the pressure was gone around her wrist. She needed some help to slowly pull out her hand from the anus, but firm hands drove her movement and with a funny slurp her right hand was finally free. Of course her ass remained widely gaping as her hand had been forced inside it for almost one day. Then the hands keeping her in mid-air slowly put her on the ground in a sitting position. Her damaged and bleeding butt was hurting but that pain was without comparison to the sufferings she had had to stand during the last days. Aurélie's legs were still hurting tremendously though, as her thighs were still transfixed by the skewers and her heels were still adorned with their long nails. She felt too weak and hurting to stand up yet.

"Are you sitting comfortable, messy lady?" a strong male voice said, which was clearly different from the whining and sick laughs of the cadaver slaves. The voice had some strange, slavish accent and its tone was familiar to the girl. But she was so tired and confused after the exhausting escape test that she had to mine her mind for long seconds before she could identify it.

And then it all came back to her memory. It was a voice she had used to hate. It reminded her the last time she shad heard its nasty tone. It was a voice she had sworn herself to transform into moans of misery the next time she would meet it.

"Vlad? Is that you!" she asked in a croaking voice.

"I'm so glad you recognized my voice, dear," replied Vlad and he laughed hoarsely. "So great to meet old friends on the other side of the World! And you made such a fantastic show outside, I had to record every moment of it with my high-tech camera. This is going to be one of the most popular home-video ever sold on the black-market." He burst into a disgusting roar again and some other men laughed with him. Maybe four or five of them.

"You disgusting bastard! Always the same brute, I see. Now, stop that shit and get me out of here. Aren't we ally, after all?" Aurelia answered, weakly hoping that Vlad could at least help her escape Ashagen. Her could not be as dementedly perverse as the Ashagians were.

"You're not in the situation to blame me or threaten me, Agent Aurelia! This time we're not playing. This is the real world, real mission. You're not our ally or beloved sister! You're just one of the thousands of walking pieces of meat who wear a slave brand on their forehead. You're nothing. You're a failed spy, a fucking piece of well-prepared meat for roasting. No, you're worse. You're a fucking cunt who has no rights, no past and obviously no future. I can do ANYTHING I want with you. You arrogant American bitch! Now you will learn what Ukrainian hospitality means!" Vlad roared and he spat directly into Aurelia's half-open mouth.

Aurelia gasped at the humiliation and tried to spit back. However, her mouth was too dry to allow her this luxury.

"What are you doing here?" she asked at last, trying to collect as much information as possible.

"What am I doing here is not your concern. Knowing your agency's fucking, liar mentality you might be here for erase this place from the surface of the Earth. Too bad. I tell you something..." he bent closer to Aurelia's ear. "I. l.o.v.e. t.h.i.s. p.l.a.c.e." he hissed very slowly. "I'll complete my mission, and may come back to buy a house and become a citizen... What do you think, sperm-faced paindoll?"

"I think that you are a sick, pervert bastard. When I'll put my hands on you, I'll stretch your scrotum so long that I'll be able to tie it around your ankles!"

"HAHAHA!!! You won't do anything like that, bitch. You will do what I let you do, and I'm afraid that is not too much. What do you think, Mikhail?"

"I wanted to fuck her so badly... but not anymore!" the other Slave replied. "I wouldn't touch this piece of shit, except with red-hot pliers, but never with my prescious cock. Look at her! Disgusting!" Mikhail replied and all men around laughed at the woman again.

"Ha! ha! ha! Now you understand what women feel when they see you!" Aurelia answered acridly.

"I wonder if you are already broken, or still have some strength to fight my will." Vlad continued. "A great wish of mine will come to reality when you crawl to me on the floor and beg for being fucked. But hey, Mikhail is right. Who would like to fuck you? And where at all? Your mouth stinks like shit. Your ass is wider than a baseball bat, and your cuntlips looks like used-up curtains. You're a fucking ugly bitch, Aurelia. You look like Mikhail's grandmother!" he mocked her again and again, and the arrogant Ukrainian agents enjoyed every moment. They kept on mocking and hurting the girl for another 10 minutes, highlighting all the damages her body had suffered and all that decreased her feminity. But neither Vlad, nor Mikhail were serious. Despite her miserable condition and deformed labias, Aurelia was still one of the most astonishing women they had ever seen. As experienced agents, they knew exactly that the Agency's healing program made the agents durable. It was clear to them that after some minor aesthetic operation, Aurelia could be the same perfect woman she had been. They only wanted to break her. They wanted her to feel ashamed, deeply humiliated, completely broken. She was a woman, she was proud. She knew how to use her body and beauty, so she had to feel shame. And they wanted to humiliate her as deeply as possible, beyond every limits.

Aurelia's blindness prevented her from seeing herself. Was it really that bad? Could her body have been destroyed so fast. For sure she must wear many scars and had all kinds of rings pierced through her skin, but globally, she felt she had escaped too permanent damages. Surely surgeons would be able to give her back her former beauty. But it was better to let those ruffians think she was destroyed. If only they could bring her back to Ukraine, then she knew the Agency would be able to pick her out, by force, by diplomacy or by money.

"Vlad, listen to me. I have discovered things about Ashagen that might make even the former might Russian Empire to shake on its leg. Extract me out of her, bring me back to your country, and I promise I'll share my knowledge with you, as allies should do."

„I don’t really understand how Americans could get any results while having agents as stupid as you. You do not understand anything, don’t you?” Vlad said. Meanwhile hands grabbed Aurelia’s body, pinning it to the ground and someone started to pull the skewers out of her thighs. Aurelia screamed and contorted as the rusty pieces of metal were ripped from the flesh they had been settled in for so many hours.

„Don’t faint, don’t fucking faint, bitch!” Vald shouted at her as the long nails were finally slid out of her flesh. „We need to discuss a couple of things before letting you sleep!” he informed her as the skewers from her breasts were also removed slowly, causing even more pain than the removal of the skewers from her thighs. The metal spikes slowly slid out of her sensitive tit flesh, tearing tissues around them. She could feel warm blood flowing down her breasts and abdomen. The once hot but for that time cooled box was easily removed by cutting the wires and stitches from her nipples and clit rings. Even the wooden slabs and the palm-puncturing nail were removed from her right hand. The pain it caused was far more bearable than the removal of the skewers from her tits and thighs. With precise and effective work, the Ukrainian agents freed Aurelia of the rest of the torture instruments attached to her body, leaving only the nails in her heels. Someone had tried to pull them out too, but Aurelia’s almost frantic struggle and the heavy denial made it clear that it was somehow too deeply embedded. The girl felt a burning sensation throbbing in all her open wounds, including the holes under her toenails. The Ukrainian leech used some germicide to prevent infection.

„I don’t need your information! I fucking don’t need anything you could tell me! We’re undercover on a professional mission… Unlike you, dumb cunt. We’re here ’legally’, as mercenaries and hunters bringing back runaway slaves. We arrived only a couple of days ago but have already met hundreds pieces of garbage as you. So don’t fucking try to offer me any deal, Aurelia, as I declared you’re nothing but a piece of writhing cunt-flesh ready to be butchered. You’re a fucking slave, and I represent now the citizens of Ashagen, understood?” he hissed in a guttural voice that was radiating hatred and scorn.

Aurelia was feeling sick. During the whole test, what had been supporting her was to know that Athis would help her escape. And now there was this new situation. Where the hell is Athis? Where did the bastard go? she wondered. She felt despair growing in her heart. She was scared at the idea to be brought back to Ashagen.

"Vald, listen, you can't leave me her. What do you want from me? Do you want me to beg you? Ok! You've won... I beg you! Happy now?" Aurelia said, ready to anything to get out of this place.

„She is stupid…” Vlad sighed and Aurelia heard the lit of a match. „You don’t listen to me, you don’t want to understand what I’m fucking telling you. Unacceptable behaviour from a slave!” his voice cracked and the woman experienced something really frightening. Extreme heat approached her recently cleaned nostrils. She could feel the heat of the lit match at her lips as Vlad slowly raised the match, driving the tiny flame right into her left nostril. Aurelia felt the flame biting her nose and immediately blew through her nose, extinguishing the match.

„Good blow, cunt. Guess how many matches I have…” he hissed with sadistic pleasure and lit another match, closing it to her right nostril, searing the hair right inside her nose.

Again, she killed the flame with a blow. What game is he playing? she wondered. She did not like the cold cruelty of Vlad's action.

„Now let’s see how can you blow THIS!” he lit the third match and this time the concentrated heat was applied to her left earlobe. The hands holding her changed to an even firmer grip and Aurelia suddenly experienced the painful sensation of having her earlobe actually roasted by the tiny, playful flame of an usually harmless match. Vlad hold the flame just under the ear, the tip of the bluish flame half a centimetre below Aurelia’s cutely curved earlobe, and let it there for long-long seconds, maybe for 7-8 seconds, until the match burned itself out and he had to drop it.

The helpless Agent felt the bite of the flame and tried to escape it by shaking her head away. But she found that strong hands were hooked in her hair, immobilising her totally. The tiny flame was enveloping her tender lobe, roasting it, causing a ridiculous amount of pain for so tiny a weapon. After holding her breath for several seconds, clenching her teeth tight, she finally let out a long shriek of defenceless pain.

„Now… I hope you finally realized what’s going on, bitch! Tell me, are you aware of your situation now or should I demonstrate my power over you some more? I have time, I'd gladly play with you the whole night. You can’t imagine how effective KGB torture trainings can be…”

Aurelia was panting. "Aooooow! Alright! I got it!" she answered, terrified at the idea he could continue his cruel little game.

"Very good. But fucking words are not enough. I want proof of your submission. To someone as flexible as you are this can't be any real challenge. I want to see you sucking and licking your disgusting cuntlips, lick them clean until they are glistening from your saliva. Oh... and don't forget to purr all the time, like a nice little cat who enjoys herself. Don't forget, you're blind and exhausted, have zero chance against us. But if you fail to satisfy me I swear for the sake of the Gods of Hell that I will use a whole box of matches on you before giving you a new chance to prove your dedication!" he finished. The hands holding her down released the girl, except for her arms which were still pinned to the ground, stretched out from her body.

At this point, Aurelia was feeling utterly depressed. She felt totally destroyed. She had been through an incredibly high level of pain and humiliation during the last hours, and it had happened just as she had felt so near to escaping Ashagen. For the time being, all she could think of was how to avoid more pain to be done to her. Compared to the prospect of escaping more torture, humiliation seemed a low price to pay. Her new motto was "Survive another day!". Accordingly, she nodded obediently.

She was on her back with her arms pulled in a cross, with someone sitting on them while stretching them out. She lifted her butt from the ground and curled her legs past her head until her knees were resting against her ears. Her move, which was exposing her gaping anus and sex to the whole surrounding, was welcomed with laughs and lewd comments. She endeavoured to ignore them and concentrated on the task she had been requested to perform.

The broken agent tried to open her floppy eye lids to see. This did no good though as her eyes were still burning and felt rough as if they had been rubbed with sand-paper. From between her loose, overstretched eye-lids, all she could see were fuzzy coloured, dark and light patches. She opened her mouth wide as she pushed her hips lower over her face. She felt the touch of her elongated labia brushing against her cheeks and shivered. She turned her face on the left and took the delicate piece of skin with her lips. She began to drag the inhumanly long sex petal inside her mouth, until she felt the heavy ring that had been pierced through its tip to clang against her front teeth. The taste was even fouler than was the smell. It tasted of sweat, urine and sperm. She grimaced and turner her head to her right to collect the other nether lip.

Now that she had both her ring-weighted labia in her mouth, she began to wash them in her saliva. As she sucked on the limp, salty pieces of dirty flesh, she could hear feet shuffling around her and laughter and humiliating comments. Ignoring them, she continued her work until she could not taste the least bit of filth on the parts she had coiled in her mouth.

She still had to was the length that were going to her sex. There was about five centimetres of filthy flesh above her chewing mouth. She lifted her head and lowered her hips some more, until her face was entirely pressed against her crotch. Her anus was still gaping wide, as was her vagina. The stench was unbearable, and still her task required that she push her nose into the putrid hole. Taking a deep breath, she shoved her face against her sweat and filth soaked crotch, engulfing her whole labia in the process. She closed her eyes tight, feeling her face smeared with the dubious juices dribbling from her gaping holes. She sucked and tongue-washed the floppy piece of skin until they were covered with her saliva. Only then did she let a head drop back to the floor and her over-stretched labia out of her mouth, glistening and clean. She slowly uncurled her legs and laid them on floor, taking care not to touch the ground with her heel nails.

"No Russian or Ukrainian woman would ever have fallen as deep as you, cunt! Our women would have preferred me to burn their bodies to ashes rather than show such a disgusting, submissive, weak manner! You're shit. A turd-slut, and I would like to kill you here and now... but unfortunately you might prove useful for our goals, so I'll let you live... for now! I offer you a deal, pussycat. You will make some intelligence for me, and as a reward you can ask a favour. A small favour. Like you can name one person in Ashagen, and I will take care of that human. I might even escape from this place and let it live. You make the job, and if I'm satisfied you can name a slave to be rescued. But that slave cannot be YOU! This is option one. Option two is that we continue to play with you until your body is roasted to crisps. And before you give me your answer, I warn you; if you fail to make the job for me OR plan to play one of your cheap tricks on me, I will find you, and we will proceed with the game of matches. I promise this in the name of our Empire. So, what's your answer?"

What could she answer. She knew she really had only one option. "Alright! I'll do it. You don't leave me much choice anyway..." she answered.

"I had the feeling you would accept my generous offer. I got to know that you have somehow attracted the attention of a woman called Laura Ehman. Tell me what you know about that lady!"

"Oh, Laura? I don't know much about her. I have not seen her very long, and I was bound and gagged most of the time. I know she is quite rich and has a devious sense of humour..."

"More, I want to know much more! You were a fucking agent, you exactly know how what are the important factors when measuring a target person. Don't fucking play the confused, innocent girl here. You seemed to be a professional, and even if you proved to be an amateur you fucking well know what I want to know. What are her weaknesses, what kind of person is her?"

"Well, she does have a weakness. She is overly fond of feet and toes. I believe she would be ready to forget anything to torture a pair of feet, or add to her unheard-of collection of human toe-nails."

"Okay, now I can let you know some details... just to make the game even more interesting. That woman was a member of the IRA, but some years ago she was accused of being a double agent. No, not ours. She played together with a Neo-nazi world-wide organization called Vierter Reich Operation, I assume you have heard about them. Our precious Laura managed to escape from Israel's jurisdiction. Guess where she hid? Oh yes, in Ashagen. Unfortunately the Nazis had stolen something from Moscow a bit earlier and we assume Laura has that thing. So we are here to investigate the matter."

"Did they not follow her here?" Aurelia asked.

"Just think, you stupid shit! Did your bosses know about this place? Fucking no! Or else you wouldn't be a fallen agent. Nobody, none of the big agencies and secret brotherhoods have any clue of what's going on here! We're the first real agents who could successfully carry out an undercover operation... I guess you agree with me that your attempt can hardly be called a "success". This is the perfect place for someone who wants to hide from the anger of any big players. But enough of your silly questions! I tell you what will happen. We take you back first."

"Listen, Vlad, you can't do that! They will kill me! They must be very upset. Dead, I'll be no use to you. Let me go there freely, I swear I'm going to bring you...."

"Shut the fuck up! I don't care of your goals and concerns! You're working for me now, have you already forgotten it? Should I bring my matches?"

Suddenly trembling, Aurelia stopped talking and cowered back in scared silence.

"We take you back, you will face every consequences of your escaping. Sooner or later you'll be handed back to your Master who is quite a close friend of our target. So your mission is to get into that woman's palace and keep your eyes open. We will find our way to contact you if we want to hear your report. Got it?"

Aurelia nodded. "Got it... I only hope I'll survive long enough to see Laura, and you, again..."

„Don’t be so fucking pessimistic, bitch, you’ll survive… at least for a while. We were supposed to take you back immediately but as that was breaking some basic law of Ashagen we have to wait for local police. While we’re waiting, I'm going to grant you another small favour: you can kill that ass-hole who made you play this funny game. Oh… did I say ’you can’? I meant you must! This is an order, finish this shit out!” Vlad said and the girl felt a heavy weight dropping on her. It was a body, a stinking, heavy body wrapped in miserable rags. And the body was squirming. A warm and sticky liquid poured over Aurelia’s stomach.

"What the fuck..." she started, before realising that this was blood that was flowing on her naked body.

„Plheaasseeeee…” Athis whined in a pain and terror filled voice. „Mhake thiis fhaaast…” he whispered. The girl could feel an awful open wound across the ex-agent’s belly from which the snakes of his slippery intestines uncoiled themselves over her stomach.

At first, Aurelia did not recognize his voice because it was so deformed by pain. "Athis? Is that you? Oh my god, what did they do to you?" she whispered back.

„Enough of this charming conversation!” Vlad shouted. „Cunt Aurelia! Finish the fucking beggar right here, right now! I gave you an order! Just use your wolfy teeth and nails, rip his fucking throat open!”

"I'll kill you fast, but please tell me how I can get out of here! You were my only contact!" Aurelia whispered while bringing her hands against the man's throat.

Athis’s dying body was slightly shaking as his head slid next to Aurelia’s. He whispered something, but that was too low to be understandable. Then again, a bit louder, he said, „You have to… neutralize the signal in your body… there’s man, Torana… he can. Blackmail him… He’s hiding something in his basement… find it…” he winced again and started to cough, spitting blood into Aurelia’s ear.

„Finish the fucking slave, NOW!” Vlad roared. He kicked Aurelia’s left foot hard, sending sharp and flashing pain into the woman’s brain as the heel-drilled nail knocked against her heelbone.

Aurelia howled from blinding pain. She could not wait any longer. She pressed her thumbs hard against Athis' carotid arteries, cutting the blood supply to his brain. In a few seconds, he passed out, her body getting limp on top of her. Then she plunged the sharp nails of her index fingers through his skin and into the veins. As she pulled them out, hot blood spurted out in long, rhythmic streams, splashing over her face and body, soaking her hair. She pushed the body away, turning her head, disgusted. The streams soon got weaker until they were reduced to small rivulets that were drunk by the sandy ground.

The Ukrainians dragged '’s dead body from the top of Aurelia. Killing her former colleague and feeling the man’s last convulsions had finally helped her to accelerate the blood in her veins and to heal the temporary blindness she was suffering from. Her vision slowly started to clear, although the world around her was still foggy and uncertain. There seemed to be five figures standing around her, Vlad and his minions.

Two guys grabbed her hands and dragged the girl out of the cave, back into the open air. The sun had just disappeared below the horizon, but there was still light and the air was warm too. There were the cadaver slaves, collected into a group. A giant metallic net covered them, its sides staked deeply into the ground. The miserable figures were moaning and whining continuously but the Ukrainian agents did not care. Soon two Jeeps arrived, followed by a high cloud of dust. Soldier-like men and two uniformed women jumped from the cars. Their clothes were made of black leather, in the style of the Nazi SS uniforms from World War II.

Vlad slowly walked toward the pretty, forty-year-old blonde woman.

„Oh, Colonel Schneider! What a pleasure to see you again!” he said in his typical Russian accent.

„My pleasure, Hunter!” she answered in German. She looked around. „Why did you call us for?”

„We captured an run-away slave,”he answered, pointing at Aurelia „and in the process  we realised that the cadaver-tending slaves were hiding her and playing with her. These fucking slaves wanted to trick your police, Colonel, and broke the holy rules. Their leader is dead, all the others are under this net, waiting for your mercy.”

„Scheisse… we have to replace the complete staff here… so much administration…” the Arian woman hissed and turned to the other female officer.

„Organize another set of male slaves to the pit and also make sure they learn their task today!” she ordered. „Hunter, your reward for discovering that crime will be delivered to you within 24 hours. Now you’re free to take the slave back to its owner. Dismissed!”

„And what will happen to the cadaver slaves?” Vlad asked daringly.

„If you want you can witness… soldiers! Order twenty-three. Death to the traitors!” she ordered and the soldiers brought jerry-cans from the Jeeps. They started to pour a liquid onto the moaning mess of human bodies writhing under the metallic net. The breeze wafted the smell of gasoline to Aurelia’s nose. As soon as they had emptied six cans, one of the soldiers lit a match and threw it on the hill of living human bodies. And the hell started.

In front of Aurelia's horrified eyes, the slaves burst into high, raging flames. They screamed and struggled and fought each other, trying to escape the fire. But this was to no avail as the metallic net was keeping them tightly packed. Blisters began to swell and explode on their skin. Their hair was gone in a few second, emitting an acrid, stinking smoke. They fought and squirmed for long minutes, well after their burned vocal chords had ceased to work, sticking contorted, charred, blistered arms and hands through the holes of the net. Finally, everything fell silent and still. An abundant, black, stinking smoke was rising in dark clouds as the flames continued to devour the macabre heap of burned human flesh.

"Holy shit..." Vlad murmured when the final screams died away and the stench of burning human flesh invaded everything around the cave.

"That's what I call efficiency and rapid judgement. No fucking shit with unnecessary trials and lawyers. I do reall like this place..." he grinned, waving to his men. 

"Bring the bitch, we have a job to do!" he ordered.

"Should we black her out? In order to avoid any silly mistake?" one of the Ukrainians asked. Vlad considered the truth of his words.

"Why not? This red mare is one of the most dangerous woman I know. Let's do this the professional way!" he replied, kneeling next to Aurelia.

"Now you're going to sleep a bit, baby. But don't forget your mission; learn and report to me Laura's secrets!" he said before placing one of his strong hand around the girl's neck. He strengthened his grip, slowly cutting the blood stream in Aurelia's arteries.

Aurelia tried to escape the powerful clutch but she was too weak to resist. In a few seconds, she saw her vision darkening and narrowing, and finally she passed out.