Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena

Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com

Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme

Chapter III – At the Pink Butterfly

After 12 hours of travel Aurelia had to smell the awful odour of unwashed bodies, and after 24 hours she felt like she was reeking herself. When the bus finally arrived to Carrick City about noon and she got off, it felt like a true revival. She did her best to act like a helpless and doubtful runaway girl but in fact she was carefully analyzing the place. She said good bye to Jane, who dropped a quick kiss onto her cheek - making Aurelia almost retch from the awful smell - and handed her a business-card with every possible contact information of her tattoo saloon. The bus station was a huge asphalt square, radiating heat like a brasier. The place was desert, except for a few bad-looking drunk men sprawled on the benches and two taxis.

Aurelia did not want to remain for too long with such guys in her revealing outfit. Besides, she badly needed a shower and some rest. She waved to one of the taxi-drivers, a fat and sweaty man with a stained T-shirt, and within two minutes she was heading toward a nearby motel, which he has suggested her. At the headquarters, Aurelia had learnt the map of the district and she knew that the motel was not too far from the bar she was ordered to attend. She asked the driver to give her a quick tour around the motel so Aurelia could take a look at the entrance of the "Pink Butterfly Night Club". It was located at the cross of a wider street and a narrow alley. The time was about noon and Aurelia noticed that all the streets were empty. Nobody could seen around. From the cab, she could easily read the huge self-advertising bill above the entrance of the bar:

“Pink Butterfly! Hottest place ever! Our butterflies are all premium quality! Visit us! Open from dusk till dawn! Dancers are welcome. High salary, much fun!”

The motel was a dirty, two-level building about three kilometres away from the bar, with a small parking lot. When Aurelia entered the hall, a fat, smoking man looked at her from behind the reception desk.

"Good day, sweetie! We have a fucking hot day, her?"

“You betcha! I’m looking for a room. I’m expecting to stay here for some while.”

"So you want a room... what an unexpected request in a motel." he laughed like a hoarse dog to his own joke.

"You can have it. But! The price is 100$ per day and you also pay another 100$ for every... visitor. I believe it is correct."

“You don’t get me right. I’m not a whore. This room is only for sleeping.”

"Come on, honey! Every girl here has some visitors. I know all the tricks, running this place for nearly eight years! I can also send you some guests as you don't have yet your own customers. The cab-drivers know my place very well."

“I told you I am not a whore. I’m a dancer! I’m not going to bring anybody in my room!”

"Don't be stupid, sugar-cup! If you want to work on the streets that is much more dangerous! Hundreds of pimps are outside waiting for fresh meat, and once they find you on their territory, they won't be as gentle as me, you can bet! Those 100$ are not so much. In other places you might have to pay a higher price!"

“Did I say I was going to work on the streets? Are you deaf or stupid? I am a DANCER! Now give me a room or I go to another place!”

"Oh... as you want... if you really don't want to invite anybody to you room I might be really generous and give the room for 80$ per night. If you would be kind enough to me - you know what..." the man blinked at Aurelia and licked his fat, ugly lips " I would give you the room for 50$. I need only 30 minutes daily, that's all."

Aurelia lifted her eyes to the sky. She was not used to such behaviour, which was obviously attracted by her attire. She wondered if she should accept, to stick to her character. But she was not ready to go that far. Turning away towards the exit, she said over her shoulder “OK. I see you are really too dumb to understand. I’m going to the next Motel, bye!”

"Okay, virtuous girl. But do not forget my friendly offer when you run out of money! Here, take it, room 27, my best room!" he laughed again and dropped a key on the desk. "I want to get paid three days in advance, so that will be 250$."

“In my books, three times 80$ makes 240$...?”

"Wow, seems you have finished the elementary school! Okay, it's 240, enjoy your stay at Bob's Motel." He grinned like a rabid bulldog and scanned Aurelia's body up and down. Aurelia spun on her heels, offering the man a great sight of her barely-covered, firm butt, and left the reception.

She did not met anybody while she climbed the stairs and found the room 27. It was a medium-sized, dirty and even smelly dark room with only one large bed whose sheets were greyish, a wardrobe without doors and a small TV on a table. The bathroom was dirty with a shower and a flawed mirror. At least the water was warm. Five minutes had hardly passed when she heard something from the neighbour room: muffled talking and some low voice screaming.

"Move your butt you disgusting slut! For my bucks I want a real fucking!"

The rooms were not perfectly soundproof, but at least Aurelia had not had the feeling she was sharing her bed with her neighbours.

Her first action was to take a shower, to wash herself from all the dirt and odours accumulated during the journey. Once she was clean again, she called the Pink Butterfly, whose number she had learned by heart.

“Hello, this is Aurelia Smith calling. I’ve just arrived in Carrick City and I’m looking for a job. I heard you were looking for strip-teasers. I am a dancer and that’s something I could do.”

She was talking to a man, whose voice was quite pleasant but Aurelia could figure out some hidden threat behind his tone. In a few minutes she had managed to get an interview for the early evening.. This left her with a few hours to spare, which she spent sleeping to recover from the journey.

One hour before the appointed time, she woke up. She was facing a dilemma now. To get the job she would have to wear the fish-net outfit, but she could not resolve herself to walk three kilometres in it. Nor was it suitable to call a taxi. Finally, she decided to carry the outfit and shoes in a small bag, while she would walk in more “decent” clothes.

The more decent clothes turned out to be a very short mini-skirt and something like a strip of red canvas wrapped around her chest, barely covering her breasts. This was even more revealing than her previous clothes, but she could not decide herself to put back on her sweat-soaked journey outfit.

Walking three kilometres in the high-heeled sandals was a torture to her feet and calves. And she had to endure cat-calls and taps on the butt all along. She kept her mind focused on the mission to resist the urge to kick the nuts of all passer-by. Arrived at the bar, she was in sweat once again.

At the entrance of the 'Pink Butterfly' bar a very big, muscular guy was standing, wearing black jeans and a shirt, smoking his cigarette and moping on his own. Right before Aurelia two tourist men entered the door; the doorman opened it courteously without saying a word. When she approached the door, the guy raised his eyes and smiled like a bulldog.

"Good evening, lady! How can I help you?"

“I want to apply for a dancer’s job.”

"I see. In that case enter the stage door right over the corner, the password is rainbow." he replied, pointing at the narrow alley. She was there in ten seconds, facing a closed and plain iron door. A few knocks later, the door opened and a blonde, handsome, body-builder lad stared at her. She identified the man as Billy, he was Trixie Wells' right hand.

“Hello, my name is Aurelia Smith and I would like to apply for a dancer position.”

"Oh, come in, always good to greet new workmates. Dancers must sign in at the boss' office, you'll have your interview there. By the way, I believe you have perfect endowments for getting the job." he smiled brightly and blinked at Aurelia. "Before I forget, I'm Billy."

Aurelia returned him the smile and said “nice to meet you Billy.”

"Let me escort you there, the place is not an ancient labyrinth but some guests manage to go astray." He closed the door with a loud bang and led Aurelia through some narrow passages and stairs. Aurelia asked Billy for a one-second break and crossed directly to the ladies rooms to change into the fish-net suit and refresh herself before the interview.

"Wow... you're amazing!" whistled Billy when the girl finally left the ladies room in her new outfit. "The boss will surely be satisfied!"

They pushed a door with a name-plate saying 'Queen Trixie' and Aurelia found herself in a medium-sized room, looking like the office of a big company CEO. Right in front of Aurelia, a huge desk was standing with a monitor and a keyboard. Behind the desk, a woman she recognised as Trixie Wells was sitting in a huge, leather arm-chair. She was reading some papers together with another body-builder guy standing right beside her. Aurelia recognized him too: he was Jake, Trixie's other minion. Both of them looked up from their work.

'Ma'am, Jake, let me introduce you our newest applicant, the glamorous Aurelia!" Billy said, smiling wildly. Trixie dropped her pen and she looked at the girl with a stern expression.

„Hello! My name is Aurelia Smith. I called you earlier about a dancer job. Nice to meet you.” the secret Agent said.

Jake sidled to Billy and the two men started to whisper in low voice. Trixie nodded and flashed a short smile.

"You are welcome, Aurelia, we've been waiting for you. I must tell you are a real surprise! You're gorgeous and you know that, don't you?" she asked with a strange glimpse in her dark eyes.

„Why, thanks! I do my best to stay fit. It’s a good advantage in this kind of job” Aurelia jiggled.

"Your type of girls shouldn't be so modest! You seem to be a natural-born star, Aurelia. And if you really want to be a star you came to the right place. But..." she paused for a very long second and carefully inspected Aurelia's body again. "...you're not a star yet. And you must prove to me you have all the necessary qualities. All qualities, which mean we're talking not only about some ass-wiggling dance around a shiny pole." Trixie smiled and hinted towards the guys. From the corner of her eyes Aurelia could see the disappointment on their faces as Jake and Billy shuffled toward the door with teasing slowness. When the men had finally left the room and had closed the door behind them, Trixie turned to Aurelia again.

"In our small team of qualified dancers, some very womanlike skills are quite common. As we do not have dedicated staff for doing the make-ups the girls make it to each other. Of course a girl like you, a natural beauty with seemingly nice taste, surely knows the tricks and has experience, but this is a job interview and I must be sure that you’ll be able to join the team easily," Trixie explained while she walked around her desk and sat on its top right in front of Aurelia. "Your very first task is to show me your talent in treating my toes as they deserve," she continued while raising her legs and removing first her right then her left high-heels. Trixie was not wearing any stockings. Her legs were neatly shaved and her pretty feet were milky white, their nails yet unpainted. "You'll find the nail kit in that box on your right. As I’m curious not only about your skills but also about your taste, I'm going to leave the colour to your choice. Come on, girl, slide closer and start working, we don’t have all the night.” Trixie smiled, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia’s face.

Aurelia was not prepared to this kind of demand but she tried to do her best. She rummaged in the box and selected a bright red paint. Trixie’s feet where too low to allow her to paint her nails comfortably while standing and no chair was visible, apart from Trixie’s one, which she did not dare to use. Accordingly, she got on her knees in front of the table. She seized first the left foot in a firm hand and began to apply the red paint carefully. Although she was not used to this kind of exercise, her fingers were not trembling and her moves were precise. Once she had finished all the nails of the left foot, she blew softly on them to hasten the drying of the paint. Aurelia could not ignore Trixie's low voice giggles when her fingers stroked the toes, nor could she ignore the woman's suppressed moan when her lips got closer to the milky white toes and her hot breath tickled them. Aurelia did not lift her eyes from her work but she was sure of that Trixie was enjoying every moment of the nail-painting. Once Aurelia was comfortable with the dryness of her painting, she repeated the operation on the right foot. Finally, she stood up and looked at Trixie, hoping she would be satisfied with her job.

"Nice job, Aurelia... at this point I’m very satisfied" Trixie murmured, smiling at the girl. Her stern face looked much more attractive in that way. She let her toes dangling freely as the freshly coated polish was drying. "Now I want you to dance for me. At this point your future salary is 900$ per week, but you can still work it up higher. Much higher." Trixie pointed toward the empty place in the middle of the room with a shiny dancing pole going from the floor to the ceiling. With an expectant expression, she reached to her keyboard and pushed a button. A languorous melody immediately filled the room. "It’s your turn again, dancer girl! Let me fall in love with you!" Trixie blinked at Aurelia, it was obvious that she enjoyed the situation. Suppressed lust was burning in her dark eyes.

Aurelia was anxious now. She had never done this kind of work and had not had the time to train before this mission. Of course, she had already seen dancers in bars and she had had the time to gather some documentation on this topic during her short preparation, but it was all theoretical so far. Anyway, she was a quick-learner and most skills came to her very naturally.

She moved to the centre of the area and began dance in rhythm with the music. She started with a soft, honest wiggling of her hips, trying to get into the mood while peering at Trixie’s face from behind her long eyelashes, trying to determine was were her preference. Trixie's face showed joy, she was obviously impressed by Aurelia's performance, she even licked her lips as she was staring at the girl's shapely bottom and long, lean legs. The nearly transparent fish-net outfit Aurelia was wearing was actually helping her to get into the role and was also enhancing her appearance. In such a cloth, even a clumsy dancer would have looked sexy. And she was far from being clumsy.

She hip wiggling became more wanton and she began to undulate from toes to fingers, her proud breasts bouncing as she swung her torso and arched her back. Her head too was moving, sending her long hair flailing around her in wide arcs. As her moves became wilder, encouraged as she was by the expression of rapture she could see on Trixie’s face, she was glad she had trained a little bit with her high heels, as keeping her balance was getting more and more difficult. She used the pole to maintain her equilibrium, while rubbing her crotch up and down along it.

After 5 minutes of wild dancing, she was once again in sweat, her skin glistening in the low light. With her strength and combat training, she knew she could keep dancing like that for hours. At least if she had not been suffering from the severe arch of her soles imposed by the cruelly high heels. But by chance, Trixie stopped the music before the pain in her feet became visible.

"My dearest Aurelia.." Trixie whispered and was unable to tear her eyes from Aurelia’s shapely legs. "You are such a wonder. You are the greatest girl who entered this door lately. I am so heavenly happy to have you here... the job is already yours with a salary of 1400$ per week. You're a natural-born dancer, I haven't see anybody who could display her body in such an attractive way!" she went into raptures over Aurelia's performance. "The question is, if you want only a job or want to join this bar as a member of our happy family. I ask this not only because of the possible even higher salary but because of the opportunity to become not an employee but a friend of mine. My friends gain endless advantages, so take it under consideration, my love." Trixie told in a husky voice and while still sitting on the desk she reached under her skirt and started to peel off her panties. She let the black panties dangle from her freshly painted red toes and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. "You move like a panther, Aurelia, and cats love lapping milk. What about you? Do you like lapping too?" Trixie asked and opened her legs displaying her shaved, white pubic mound towards the girl.

Aurelia gasped. This was more than she was ready for. Actually, this whole mission was proving one of the most difficult she had ever done. She had already assumed the role of nuclear scientists, of enemy military officer, she had fought in humid, mosquito-infested jungles and sizzling hot deserts, but none of these missions had been so mentally and morally difficult than this one. She considered her options for a moment, unable to detach her eyes from the moist, glistening crotch turned towards her. She was a straight heterosexual and the sheer idea of getting near to another woman’s sex was making her stomach to twist. No, she was not ready to go so far. Not if she could avoid it.

“I’m sorry Madam, but I don’t feel yet intimate enough to go so far. I hope you understand…”

Trixie's face turned stern in a moment. Real hatred flashed in her dark eyes. Her face became a marble poker-face, but her eyes clearly showed the anger building up in her mind.

"Oh... sooo...." Trixie hissed and jumped on her freshly coated feet, she returned behind her desk.

Aurelia’s face got pale. She had not expected so strong a reaction. She hoped she had not just ruined her mission.

"I hope it won't last too long to feel intimate enough, Aurelia." she said in a chilly voice, and pushed a button. The door opened and the two guys peered inside before they walked in.

"Aurelia... " Trixie started "Billy will show you the dressing room and you'll meet the other girls there. Billy will also advise your schedule on the stage for tonight." she said. As the girl turned to the man, Trixie produced a small weapon looking like a kind of pistol.

Aurelia had not being expecting Trixie’s tricky attack. The hypodermic syringe entered her arm from behind. With a loud hiss, a drug was injected into her blood-stream before Aurelia could react. She spun around her axis and almost leaped at the widely-grinding woman, but all strength left her legs within a moment. She turned giddy and tottered as her vision blurred. Although Aurelia fought against the drug, she was unable to stand and fell. Trixie caught her limp body and laid her smoothly on the floor. Aurelia tried to regain her strength but she had totally lost the control of her body. She could dimly realize that Trixie had knelt by her and was gently kissing her lips.

“Now the mission really begins”, Aurelia thought as she felt the drug instilling deeper and deeper into her nerves. She was not expecting being captured so early. She had not even had the time to send a message to her hierarchy. She wondered how long it would take them to notice her disappearance. Not that it mattered much. She was alone now and could count only on herself to get out of this self-armed trap. Her limbs were feeling heavier and heavier and even it was increasingly difficult to keep her eyelids open. She concentrated all her remaining lucidity to display a scared-to-death look on her face.

„Sleep my dear, save your strength for what is coming. I wish I could keep you here as my personal slave, I have never ever met a beauty like you. I’m afraid I’m in love. Unfortunately your market price is too high to waste such an opportunity, my love. And as I desperately need money, I don’t have any other choice but to make you my most valuable piece of merchandise. You’ve arrived at the right time; we will have our business meeting this evening with our partners. Oh darling, you should have arrived a few days earlier, just to give me time to play with you. What a pity...” Those were the last word Aurelia could hear before she finally lost consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep.