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Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com
Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme
An expert female spy, Aurelia, is sent to infiltrate a ring of slavery and save a colleague of her who had mysteriously disappeared in a previous mission. The operation brings Aurelia, tightly chained, to the land of Ashagen, a place where slavery, torture and sadism express themselves freely and with extreme creativity. Horrified, she discovers from the inside a society where horrible games, infamous experiments are imagined by the cruellest sadists of both sexes she has ever seen. Calling on the excellence of her training and skills, she tries to find her colleague and to leave this hell to reveal its existence to the rest of the world. But the longer she stays in Ashagen, the more she gets modified, in her body and in her mind. Will she succeed in escaping before being reduced to a wreck?
The story is set in a realistic contemporary environment. The heroin excels in many skills but this is entirely due to hard training and long practice. Magical powers and supernatural creatures have no part in this narrative.
This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities including, but not restricted to, torture, death, bondage, amputation, body modification, cannibalism, humiliation, nudity, racism and slavery. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility.
This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!
No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.
This story was written as a collaborative game by Noemi Salvadge and Aurelie Catena. They wrote it in alternation, using the sharing technology behind Google Documents to intersperse their sentences as they wished. Aurelie wrote all the sentences related to the main heroin, the secret Agent Aurelia, her actions, her feelings and her thoughts. All the other characters as well as the world itself and the other events were conceived and written by Noemi.
This story is very long. At the moment of this writing, it has been continuing on a regular basis for five years and extends on 31 chapters, and it is not going to end soon. In spite of its length and collaborative nature, we feel that we have managed to stay on track and follow a logical and rhythmical progression. We hope that it will provide a good reading to those who relish this kind of extreme hallucinations.
None of the authors being a native speaker of English, and although we have made an extensive use of orthographic correctors, you will certainly stumble on quite a lot of barbarisms and awkward pieces of syntax. We apologise for those and hope that they will not too much detract our readers from enjoying our deviant ideas. For some chapters we benefited from the kind help from some native English speakers, who edited and improved our English very much. Credit will be given to them at the head of the concerned chapters.
We are going to continue to publish this story, chapter by chapter, whenever we have the time to satisfactorily editing them.
PART ONE – Voluntarily abducted
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Chapter I – Mission briefing
The pretty, middle-aged woman sat in the huge leather chair behind a wooden desk, smoking. She was wearing an elegant, dark outfit with high-heeled leather boots. She pointed to the chair in front of her and invited the entering woman:
"Take a seat, Agent Aurelia, it's so nice to meet you again."
Colonel Sharon Waffer was the chief of the department looking after missing persons on behalf of one of the government secret intelligence agencies. She was known as a very strict boss with long years of experience in the front-line of the Agency as undercover agent.
The young woman she was addressing walked to the seat as a panther would have done, in a supple and silent move. Her shiny, curly, auburn hair cascaded loosely down her back almost to her waist. She was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather outfit, which she used for night operations. It delineated perfectly her well-defined, toned muscles, her slender waist, her powerful legs and her proudly-jutting, firm breasts. She sat down and, without unnecessary talk, darted an attentive look of her green eyes at her superior, her eyebrows slightly lifted.
"Agent Aurelia. You were ordered to my office 'cause I need your extraordinary skills for solving a very subtle case. You are one of our most skilled and talented young agents, and this task requires a really special attendant. The complete file has already been transferred to your place so that after this briefing you will be able to read all the details we have at the moment." she said in a calm, slow voice. She lit another cigarette after having snuffed the previous one. She held the cigarette between her dark-red painted fingers and blew out the smoke.
"Our analysts have discovered that in the last years the number of missing persons increased dramatically. The fact itself attracted our attention, but there are some other factors that are even more intriguing. Actually, 99% of that increase is composed of women, mostly young women from developed countries like the USA or from the European Union. Even if more peoples are killed in Africa or thousands are missing after an earthquake in China, that doesn't matter. But the mysterious disappearance of wealthy females from rich societies is something we had to investigate. It seems our suspicions were correct: we discovered that a new slave-trading organization started operating about five years ago and during the years its slave hunting activity increased dramatically. They relate to it under the code-word "Ashagen". Please don't let any naivety fog your rationalism. We strongly believe that this organization is collecting and delivering sex slaves." Colonel Waffer stopped for a moment and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. Waffer was over 35 but she still looked like a model in the middle of her twenties. Blonde hair framed her face and her skin was almost spotless.
Aurelia nodded, her eyes remaining hard as steel. “I shall not, Madam. Please continue”.
"So far, we have never found any woman having escaped out of this organisation's claws. Either they are all killed or they are held in a totally escape-proof place. I've already put great effort into this case and we managed to infiltrate several agents into positions where they can collect useful information. Unfortunately the structure of the organization is diabolically clever. We only know a few satellite groups, charged with identifying and kidnapping the victims. So far we have been unable to follow their fate after they are taken-over by Ashagen itself. The local cells don't even know anything about the real bad-boys; those working for them are mainly jerk-water gangsters." Waffer took a deep blow from her cigarette and licked her red lips.
"I believe you already guess what your task will be. We have already lost two undercover agents with the same task. After they were taken over to Ashagen, we lost their trace and they haven't never reported back to us. But none of them was as good as you. I want you to play the role we created for you and investigate what's going on! Where is the base of their operations, how do they carry on the slave supply-chain and what is happening to the thousands of abductees. Understand?"
“Yes Madam! Ready for this mission!” answered Aurelia.
"Good. Maybe I don't need to tell you that most of the kidnapped women are young and beautiful. They come from a wide gamut of professions but the majority of them are living in the dark side. Prostitutes, strip dancers, porn-movie actresses. This kind of women usually have a ruined personal life, no relatives or anyone to care for them, so their disappearance makes no ripple. As I said, we know a couple of their head-hunter cells and know exactly what kind of role you have to play to be their next victim. We've already created your new identity: you'll be a poor, lonely girl arriving to a big city, pennyless and friendless. You'll apply for a strip-tease dancer job. You might spend there a couple of weeks before your abduction but no need to worry; we won't waste your and our time. You'll soon find yourself in the hands of the organisation, and your real mission will start then. The first agent we sent had microchips built in her body, functioning as radio and signal transmitters, but they didn't help. It seems Ashagen has the technology to filter out undercover cops. Accordingly, you won't have any high-tech stuff but will have to trust your own skills and experience. After discovering what's going on, you will report to us, giving all details including your location. Our best team will then extract you." Waffer finished her monologue and dropped the still glowing cigarette into the ashtray.
Aurelia’s eyes were sparkling. She could already feel the adrenaline running deliciously in her veins and was eager to meet action.
“Madam, may I ask you one question? Was Jessica one of the agents involved in this mission?”
Jessica was one of her younger colleagues, a personal friend she had induced to join the Agency and whom she had personally trained. She had not seen her in several months and rumour had it that she had disappeared on a mission. Of course, nothing had filtered out about the details, but Aurelia hoped she would be able to save her.
"Agent Aurelia, or can I say Aurelia Smith, desperate little chick in need of a job... all of your possible questions will be answered in the file waiting for you. The mission will start in 24 hours, so get ready! Please forgive me but I still have plenty of tasks to do before we can drop you into this mission. I wish you great hunting and order you to come back alive. Dismissed!" Colonel Waffer said and within a second she was focusing her entire attention on her computer screen.
Aurelia stood at attention, clacking the high heels of her black-leather boots, and, after a quick nod of the shin, she spun 180 degrees and strode to the door. Her mind was already churning over the case, composing the character she would have to play during the next weeks. She walked to the special agents’ quarters and entered her office, typing her personal code at the door. On her table the file was waiting for her. For the next two hours, she read the document thrice, engraving all details, all addresses, all pictures, all names in her formidable memory.
The file far was not as complete as she had hoped and the lack of information was a testimony of how few reliable data the Agency had collected about the details of the secret organization. Aurelia's fears regarding Jessica proved to be true. Her student was the first undercover agent to fall into the hands of Ashagen, the one who had been equipped with all types of hidden micro-technological devices. She was sent to the mission about three months ago. The place was a dirty, little town called Carrick City and her task was to join the local organization cell there. The cell was working in a night club called "Pink Butterfly" and Jessica was playing the role of the daughter of a wealthy businessman, who wanted to fulfil her wicked, lesbian desires in that place of satanic perversions. She could report back for two days before she mysteriously disappeared.
Jessica had contacted the boss of the bar, a woman in her forties called Trixie Wells. She had paid her to let her move around the bar and talk to the dancers. All dancers turned out to be prostitutes and following her role Jessica had paid large money for them to drop her some private parties in backrooms of the bar.
The role was obviously a real challenge and very difficult for a girl like Jessica, and her reports showed that she wanted to stall for time without having real sexual interaction with the girls. The Agency did not know if this factor was the cause of her fall or maybe any other problem occurred but after two days the Agency had lost her track.
Poor Jessica, thought Aurelia. She was not ready for this kind of demanding mission. Technically, she had finished her training, but this kind of cover asked for something more, something that could not be taught.
A photo was attached to the file showing Trixie Wells, a dark-haired woman with a strict face. As per Jessica's report Trixie was a lesbian too, who selected the dancers based on her own preferences. Trixie had two helping hands, two guys called Jake and Billy, who led the security guards in the bar and organized all the minor details of the business.
The second missing Agent was a man called Athis who had been sent to another location in Europe and whose mission was similar to Jessica's. As he had not reported back in the last six weeks he had likely failed too.
Aurelia's destination was the same place and same bar as Jessica. She would have to go to Carrick City, but with a quite different role. Aurelia would be allowed no high-tech devices on this mission and would have to rely entirely on her physical and mental abilities. That was not to scare her as she knew her training and her talent made her the perfect weapon. She used to say that she was like a blade: more dangerous when naked! Still she would need some props and equipment to enter her role. They had all been prepared for her and were gathered in an old, leather suitcase, dropped in her office as well. Kneeling, she opened it and glanced at the content. There was not much: cheap, slutty clothes, an ID card, a purse with low-end make-up and some money. In the bottom of the suitcase, neatly folded, was a less cheap outfit, which she would have to use for her strip-teaser interview. She slightly blushed at the sight of how revealing it was. She would really look like a whore wearing it.
The rest of the outfit was made of some kind of fish-net stockings that would cover her legs, body and arms, only leaving out her feet and hands. The whole stuff was black, sporting only a tiny triangle of cloth to hide the crotch and a narrow band to cover the breasts. The latter would barely cover Aurelia's areolae and nipples though. She also found a pair of elegant high-heel sandals, with thin little ankle- and toe straps, leaving the foot naked and steeply arched. She also found a bus ticket to Carrick City dated from tomorrow morning. She had just one night to rest before her mission begun. She better had to go home directly.
As she walked the corridors carrying the old suitcase, she nearly bumped into Karen, six feet of taut, defined muscles enclosed in a black lycra, sweaty outfit. Both women smiled at each other. Aurelia was obviously leaving for a mission and they both knew this kind of stuff could not be discussed. Still, Karen wished her good luck.
“I won’t need luck” answered Aurelia. “I’ll need all the training you gave me.”
“Strength and suppleness! That’s all you need to remember. Along with the dozen of atemi and parries I taught you!”
Aurelia smiled in return and, with a blink whispered “the naked blade! Don’t worry for me.” And with that, she departed.
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