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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
When Aurelia finally awoke, she felt as if she had been kicked in the head by a horse. She felt sick, her eyes were aching and for long minutes her senses were confused beyond the reception of any stimulus. Her whole body was numb and she was unable to open her eyes. At least five minutes passed on the edge of consciousness before she could assess her environment. She was in a huge and dirty warehouse that was filled with empty carton boxes and broken pallets all around. Dim lights created a sinister atmosphere.
The most shaking surprise was that Aurelia saw the warehouse from an inverted angle. As her poising senses were slowly regained she realised that she was hanging in a very unpleasant upside-down position. Another strange sensation hit her in the heart when she realised that she was not only hanging but totally immobilized, unable to move neither her arms nor her legs. She raised her head to have a look at her body and was horrified by the sight. She found herself stark naked (not even a single ring or any other piece of jewellery had been left on her), tied to a metal frame that looked like one of those rolling garment rack used in shops. Aurelia's legs were spread wide and tied to the upper corners of the frame. Black, riveted leather straps were holding her ankles and covered her heels like a stirrup and the straps were fixed to the frame by short metallic chains. Due to her widely spread legs, her most intimate organ had become a spectacle as she could not hide her crotch. Her arms were tied in a similar fashion to the lower corners, the riveted leather straps cruelly tightened around her wrists and hurting like hell. Her long fingers were already throbbing and bluish because of the reduced blood-supply. Aurelia was stretched in an extremely humiliating X position on a garment rack, her forehead was just above the lower part of the frame so that her long, red mane was sweeping the dirty floor at the tiniest neck movement.
Her whole weight was supported by the straps tightened around her ankles, causing a growing pain. Her body was fully stretched, leaving little room to move. Her muscular limbs were perfectly delineated in this position. Her crotch, which was completely offered to the view thanks to her thighs being so far apart, was showing a thin, neatly-trimmed line of red hair. Her breasts were generous and proudly standing on her chest. The stretched position made her belly to stay sucked inwardly. She was stark naked like the day she was born, with the exception of the long, black-painted nails she wore on her toes and fingers.
She pulled tentatively on her legs and arms, testing the robustness of her restraints. They were no fake bond, obviously made to resist the strongest struggles. She examined the straps buckled around her wrists. This reminded her the lengthy sessions she had passed with her trainer, a short, skinny, cruel Japanese man. He was a bit of a sadist and had obviously enjoyed putting her in stricter and stricter bondages. He never freed her himself. He was always careful to leave at least one weak point in his restraints and all she had to do was to find it. But sometimes it took her many hours. And once she had found it, it was still a long way to use it and unwrap herself out of the cruel posture he had imposed on her. She always got out of these sessions utterly exhausted, her skin criss-crossed with deep-impressed marks.
From simple rope bondage, he had escalated to leather straps and finally handcuffs and chains. She had to master lock-picking skills on a great variety of restraint system, training to do it blind and one-handed. Those were the most difficult lessons: steel restraints were unyielding, biting into her very flesh, and she had to feel and pick locks for hours until she managed to open them. Beyond skills, he had taught her various tricks of the trade and improved the suppleness of her limbs and body, as well as her dexterity.
Although she was now in a sturdy bondage, her trained eyes had already found several weak points. She was sure she would be able to break free in a matter of a few minutes. But she did not even tried. First, she had to make sure she had reached he final destination, where the all the kidnappees were “processed”. Until then, she had to stay in her role of a helpless dancer.
Aurelia was lithe enough to turn her head around and scan the place. Three other frames were standing around and two of them were carrying their own piece of sexy, naked, young girl. One of them was very young, around twenty. She had long black hair and a very thin figure with small breasts; she was pretty but far from being as feminine as Aurelia. The other girl was a mellow Blonde; she could have been about twenty-five years old with a shapely body. The blonde girl was unconscious and hanging limp from her frame, but the dark-haired one was fully aware. Her terror-filled dark eyes were fluttering around, tears soaked her pretty face and she was whining in low voice.
"Someone help me... sob... ohh pleaseee... sob... I want to... sob... to go home..."
Aurelia looked at her before addressing her. “Hey! I’m Aurelia! Where are we? What is this all about?”
"Ohhh... my name is Nina. It's... strange situation... but nice to meet you." the dark haired beauty replied. Nina did not need to twist her body to see Aurelia as she was facing her. The girl was young and fresh and was terrified like never before in her life. Once Nina could talk to someone, especially to someone who was in the same situation as herself, she started to speak and speak, telling every detail of how she got to those dirty warehouse.
Nina was an experienced dancer who always wanted to be a ballet-dancer but she desperately needed the money to pay the training. Her parents were poor without qualification and without any bright future expectations so Nina had to collect the money herself if she wanted to make her dreams come true. She was 21 years old and she was brave as she undertook the risk of travelling to a distant city alone and earn money in a striptease bar. Aurelia learnt that Nina had given up her virtue in exchange for much money as she could earn. She had sold herself to a woman called Trixie. Although Nina had always been a true heterosexual she had done everything Trixie asked for. She had spent more than two months at the Pink Butterfly as a drug-addict, sexually-exploited slut. Nina realized how low she had fallen into the world of depravity but after a week of continuous heroin usage, she had been unable to turn away and leave. Last evening, when Jake had shot her with the usual dose, she had lost her consciousness and awoke about half an hour earlier in this warehouse, facing Aurelia's shapely bottom.
Aurelia was horrified by this story. But at least she knew now that she was on the right track. She swore to put this odious human flesh traffic to a stop. She endeavoured to moan and complain as she had seen Nina to do.
Nina also introduced the still unconscious Blonde whose name was Renata. They had met on the bus headed toward Carrick City and they attended to the job in the Pink Butterfly together after a taxi driver suggested them to give a try to that place. Renata had also arrived alone to the city, but, unlike Nina, she was escaping from her rich father's tyrannical orders. Renata was bored by her former life as daddy's little girl without any own will and real entertainment, so she ran away. Renata's adventure turned into a very sinister journey.
Suddenly the warehouse's door opened with a loud clang and the harsh lights of a car blinded the girls. Soon several figures unfolded from the curtain of light. Aurelia forced her neck backwards to see what was happening. Trixie walked between the tied girls wearing a black mini skirt and leather high-heel boots. Behind the woman, Jake and Billy dragged a crying human body. The body was clothed with dirty, very short hot pants and a denim sleeveless denim jacket. She was wearing slap-thongs on her otherwise naked feet. Both men were rough, Billy tossed the body onto the ground and Jake kicked it hard in the ribs making the unfortunate body to curl into a foetal position. Meanwhile Trixie stepped to Aurelia, wiggled her ass with a skittish movement before Aurelia's face. Trixie gently tapped Aurelia's uncovered crotched and inserted one black-painted finger into the bound Agent's displayed pussy.
"Ooohhhhh... my sexiest dancer ever! I'm so sad I couldn't enjoy your cunt much much more!" Trixie murmured as she licked Aurelia's juice from her finger.
“Please! Let me free!” begged Aurelia, pretending to be scared. “Why did you do that to me? Please, I swear I’ll tell nobody, but let me free! I’ll do whatever you want! But please remove those restraints, which are so cruel!”
"Ssshhhh... I don't exactly know what is waiting for you, darling, but I believe you should get used to the feeling of being tied and used. Let's call this suspension a training or something for you." the woman grinned and tickled Aurelia's navel with her long finger before she turned around and slowly walked back to the body on the floor. As Aurelia's eyes got used to the harsh lights she could discover more and more details and with surprise she realised that the whining body was familiar. Jane, the stinking tattoo-maker girl was laying on the floor between the muscular men.
“Jane! Oh my dear! Why are you here?” She truly felt sorry for the poor black girl who was her only friendly contact in town. She wished she could help her, but to do it now would be useless.
Before the young girl could answer, another kick in her kidneys made her moans in agony and writhe on the cold, concrete ground.
"How nice... the newcomer sluts know each other..." Trixie said in sarcastic voice. She turned to Jane and looked at her.
"You disgusting Nigger!" Trixie spat, "I had told you to pay. Your promised money two weeks ago and you didn't pay. I have given you another week and you had me on again! You shit-eater freak! You buggered the wrong person around, bitch!" Trixie hissed and she kicked hard Jane in the liver with her pointed toes, making Jane shriek out in pain.
"I'LL PAY! I'LL PAY!" the weltering girl shouted loud as she tried to cover her sensitive spots with her hands but the three ice-cold gangsters around her just laughed at her desperate struggles. Trixie landed another kick on her face and Jane spat out a broken tooth. Blood began to drool on her chin.
"Oh you fucking, stinking damned witch! I'm tired of waiting and I hate it when Niggers play with my nerves. You've played your last card and lost! You owe me 5000$! That's too much, you will never pay if I don't take what's mine. So I decided to take your dirty, shitty Nigger body. I won't be able to sell you for five thousands, as low quality meat has no real value on the market. If I'm lucky I might get around three thousands for you, it's a loss but still the most rational decision, understood Nigger?" Trixie asked as she stepped onto Jane's cheek pushing her head hard against the floor. The pointy heel of her boot cut the skin and made the poor woman bleed from another wound. Jane emitted a high-pitched whining but remained like frozen. Trixie checked her watch and nodded to her two men.
Jane writhed on the cold floor, her face crushed against the hard concrete. She was hurting from all the kicks she had received and did not dare to move, fearing to be beaten again.
"It's almost time, guys! The collectors will be here in 20 minutes, time to display our merchandise!" she said and walked outside while lighting a cigarette. Jake and Billy grabbed Jane and stripped her completely within a minute laughing and shouting all the time.
"You stink like shit, m'am!", "What a waste to sell such a mermaid to the evil guys!", "Is this your natural colour or you missed every bath in the last twenty years?", "Don't struggle little one or I beat out your remaining teeth!" the two men mocked the beaten black girl. Jane was soon totally naked, the men removed every rings and laces with rough movements before they stretched Jane onto the empty garment rack. When Jake strapped Jane's left ankle he cursed loudly and started to retch.
"Jesus! The foot of this beast is fucking putrid! My God... she must have had an addle foot-bath!" he grimaced, pinching his nose shut.
"What should we do with these piercings, buddy? She is still full of metal." Billy asked as he tied a wrist strap roughly, cutting Jane's blood-stream and making the girl scream out loud.
"Forget them, our time is short." Jake replied and launched a blow onto Jane's flat abdomen, the black girl moaned and puked onto the floor under her. "Let's roll them out!" he ordered and the guys started to roll the four women out of the warehouse.
Aurelia was horrified by the treatment they had inflicted to the poor Jane. She realised that she had been spared only because an untouched body was what made her valuable to them. If ever she lost that, she would be treated as the black girl had been. Being so powerless was scary and she fought the sudden urge to break free and abort her mission immediately.
The frames were rolled in front of the warehouse onto a large concrete place where a white, old Mercedes was parked. The dawn was near, cool wind made the girls shiver. Trixie waited for them standing outside and grinned at Billy.
"Wake up! sleeping beauty, they will be here in minutes." she ordered and Billy injected something into the blonde girl's tight. Renata woke up moaning and as she realised the situation she started to cry.
"My God! Where am I? Madam Trixie... what are you doing? why am I tied to this... thing?" she cried. Jane was sobbing in a low voice, Nina was silent but her glistening eyes and shaking body showed how terrified she was. Trixie blow out the smoke and with a single movement she snuffed her glowing cigarette on Renata's white sole. Painful scream filled the air and reverberated between the buildings.
"Shut the fuck up! If I hear a single word I cut off your tongue, understood, cunt?" Trixie asked and Renata proved to be clever, she remained silent.
"M'am! The nigger cunt is still full of piercings and we have a full hand of cheap jewelleries." Billy asked and Trixie turned to him with a wicked grin on her face.
"The collectors don't like the merchandises having any metal on them. Let's give them a surprise this time... remove every piercings and stuff them all into her ass together with the others. We'll see how they like metal INSIDE her." Trixie giggled, she was obviously having fun.
Billy approached the pitifully-begging Jane with pincers and with a long needle in his hands, knelt by her face.
"Sssshhhh... baby! If you don't resist, we'll be ready in two minutes." He smiled as he started to work on Jane's facial piercings. He worked with sure hands, forcing the tiny metal rings open or simply tearing them out of Jane's skin and flesh if he could not find the joint. Piercings were removed from Jane's lips, tongue, nose, eyebrows and ears, from her navel, and six rings were removed from her fat labia. The poor Jane was moaning all the time and let out short screams when her piercings were torn out. Finally Billy was holding bloody metal trinkets in his hand.
"Now stuff her, it's almost time!" Trixie ordered as she lit another cigarette. She seemed to be nervous. Billy acted accordingly and roughly forced a rusty metal pipe found in the warehouse into Jane's ass. Jane screamed out in pain, the thick metal entered her convulsing body opening wounds around her sensitive sphincter. The tube was pushed deeper into her ass. A noisy, flatulent, disgusting sound vibrated out of the pipe as Jane could not suppress a loud fart to explode out of her stretched rectum.
"God damn it!" Billy yelled. "More stink is coming out from this piece of garbage! What a messed race she has! Fucking Niggers!"
Billy poured the bloody trinkets into the tube with utter disgust and then the rings and bracelets followed.
"Phuu... you shit... your ass stinks still... actually, you're but an enormous black ass." He spat as he yanked out the metal pipe, making Jane to cry out hysterically. The tube fell onto the floor with a loud clang. Renata and Nina burst into muffled sobs simultaneously. Trixie whinnied at them.
"I told you to shut the fuck up, I don't need cry-babies! Ohh... they're coming..." she whispered as a huge, silvery truck drove towards them. Its headlights blinded everyone for long seconds.
***
Dhonko’s team was a good one; he was one of the most successful collector captain ever. The territory he covered was definitely a good one with several large cities and thousands of potential slaves, but the territory itself was not all. Dhonko also had systematically built a huge network with slave traders who supplied him with the best merchandises. The name of his lorry was "Babetrap". In the back he had enough place to carry more than 20 slaves. He could keep them in cages, brand them, make the mandatory inspections for bugs and even had sufficient equipment to extirpate hidden chips from human bodies if professional agents tried to pierce the secrets of Dhonko’s Superiors. His team had three other members; he just called them "White", "Nigger" and "Chinese". Dhonko already had eight unfortunate slaves locked inside tiny cages in the back of the truck and he had one more stop before returning to the hidden airport.
Dhonko liked Carrick City. He got her best merchandises there. Ten slave traders were working for him here but he visited only one or two when he passed by Carrick. Dhonko drove the truck among the abandoned warehouses, somewhere in Carrick's old industrial district and he soon caught the small team of that cunt Trixie, with four hanging bodies of new slaves. Dhonko was careful, as he knew that this meeting was going to be different than usual.
***
The big truck had stopped and its crew was soon standing in front of it, all four men. Two of them where Blacks, bold men with the body of heavy-weight boxing champions, another was a war veteran, a white guy with scars on his face, and the last was a thin Asian man.
Aurelia pretended to be as afraid as the other girls, but she was actually committing to her formidable memory the faces of the four men. Her visual memory combined to her artist skills would allow her to draw a photograph-like portrait if needed. This was the kind of ability she had trained and which had already allowed her to succeed in former missions.
"Hi Dhonko..." Trixie welcomed the newcomers. Her voice was unusually thin and she was seemingly nervous. "I’m glad you’re back again... I have very special quality today." she said, pointing at the girls. One of the black men stepped closer and without saying a word he walked around the silent, terrified girls. He had the rough face of a bull-dog, wide cheeks and predatory teeth.
„This is Nina.” Trixie said as she followed him. "She is a very fine quality... young and pretty... and a professional dancer. Her price is 40.000$" Trixie sputtered. Nina started to sob again when the huge black man paddled her firm thighs.
"She is Renata. High class slut too, but she is older and not as pretty. I want.... ask 30.000$ for her. Here is Jane... let’s say... she is an accident but you might find some use for her. I give her away for 5.000$. Ohhh... and this one is the best that I, and I guess you, have ever had, Dhonko! Her name is Aurelia, a special one! Full-blooded sex-bomb with a perfect body. If you want her, you have to pay much more than usual!" Trixie said, trying to look confident, although her slightly trembling voice was betraying her. Dhonko peered at Aurelia’s body for a minute or so then knelt down. He grabbed Aurelia’s hair and lifted her face until it was only 30 centimetres from his. He looked deep into her eyes with his chilling, pale stare.
Aurelia moaned as he yanked on her scalp and feigned to be scared, while photographing the man’s face, along with the name Trixie had used to greet him. He was obviously the chief of the collecting team, and the second link in the chain she was trying to untangle.
"This one has some willpower!" he said, speaking for the first time. "Are you brave enough, little one, to say something?" he asked, his voice was like the growl of a grizzly.
"Please!" she answered in a trembling voice, "This is all a terrible mistake! I just want to be a dancer! Please, release me. I swear I’ll not tell anything to anyone!" she whined.
The man simply spat into Aurelia's face covering her nostrils and eyes with his slimy, thick saliva. She felt her stomach heaving as the thick stuff landed on her face. She shaked her head, but the foul juice kept sticking to her skin, forming bubbles under her nostrils whenever she breathed out. She blinked her eyes several times, until she manager to clear her vision, but her face remained soiled with yellowish streaks.
""A very nice voice you have. I assume your screams are more like singing for a guy like me." he said and then he laughed, but his voice would had terrified even the most experienced war veterans. He stood up and rested his hairy arm on Aurelia's crotch, between her widely-spread legs.
"You forgot something, Trixie!" Dhonko said as he turned his head to the nervously waiting woman. "You forgot to tell me the prize for yourself..." he added staring at Trixie, who stood there frozen for long seconds.
"I..." she gasped "I'm afraid I misheard something..." Trixie replied. Her voice was weak and she started to tremble. Dhonko grinned at her.
"I take you too, Queen Trixie." he declared, his voice was mocking but still cold. Jake reacted first and reached for his gun but Dhonko's guys were far faster. Within a flashing second, one gun had shot a bullet and Jake started to shout like a madman. The Asian guy had shot through his right wrist, his gun fell onto the ground and Jake was whining on his knees holding his bleeding wrist with his other hand.
Billy proved to be much clever; he simply raised his hands and did not attempt to reach his revolver as the two guns of the other men were aimed at him. Trixie, however, froze totally and she was unable to move or say anything; she just stood there trembling with wide open, fear-filled eyes.
Aurelia was looking what was happening with heightened interest. This was obviously unexpected. She tried to keep her attention focused in spite of the headache that was slowly growing due to the blood accumulating in her head. Her face was getting puffy and red and her ears were beginning to buzz.
"Silly boy." Dhonko said, facing the terrified Trixie as he pushed a thumb against Aurelia's anus, his booted shin was right in front of Aurelia's face.
Aurelia jumped at the intimate touch. She jerked her hips but was helpless to evade the probing finger.
"You lost your reputation and reliability, Trixie! The cops know about you and your connection to us. In the last shipment one of the cunts was a fucking spy." he said as he pushed his thumb stronger, forcing Aurelia's sphincter muscle to open. Aurelie grunted, both from the light pain in her anus and the information she had just grasped. Maybe she was going to learn what had happened to the poor Jessica.
"She was not a simple spy, Trixie. She was a fucking high-tech agent equipped with mini computers built in her body." he pushed her thumb deeper forcing his finger in the girl's body. Aurelia gasped and gritted her teeth.
"You're monitored, you stupid cunt. You are of no use for me anymore, so I decided to close this channel." he said staring at Trixie who was standing totally annihilated. The thumb started to from little circles in Aurelia's ass, still only the nail was inside.
"And I don't want to leave any track behind. So we're taking you with us." he finished as he removed his thumb from the girl's body.
Aurelia let out a short moan. She was following right on Jessica’s steps and was hoping to find the girl soon. But she was also conscious that, with Trixie’s kidnapping, there would be no track leading to her anymore. Finding her and Jessica was going to be much more difficult by now. But as she was carrying no high-tech devices, she was confident she would go undetected until time would have happened for her to break free and call the wrath of CIA onto the heads of these slavers.
Trixie finally found her voice and started to splutter in a quite unwomanly style.
"You stupid Nigger!" she squawked "you've shot my man! You'll pay for that and for threatening me!"
Dhonko stepped to Trixie, his face showed sudden anger. He grabbed the woman's neck and squeezed it, Trixie's hysterical voice turned to wet gasps for air. Dhonko raised the women into the air by her milky-white neck, the muscles tightened under his skin. Trixie desperately grabbed Dhonko's thick arm and sank her black nails into his flesh, but her struggle was only a futile attempt to free herself. He had amazing strength; Trixie was at least 60 kilograms. Dhonko drew the kicking woman where Jake was whining on his knees and simply dropped Trixie onto the ground. Trixie fall onto the ground and was fighting for air by grabbing her own throat. Her face was red and she coughed again and again spilling thick saliva onto her chin.
"You've made a serious mistake, cunt." Dhonko said in low voice and hinted to his men. "My slaves aren't allowed to talk if not asked, oddly not allowed to use bad speech on me. Secure the blonde faggot and make this bloody mess stand for a short game!" he ordered. The Asian guy stepped behind the nervously standing Billy and with a single blow onto his nape knocked him out. The other men grabbed Jake and forced him onto his feet, twisting his arms behind his back.
"No, Trixie, as he's your man as you stated I want you to make him cum with your hand! No more mistakes, Trixie, or you'll be dead meat very soon!" Dhonko said and yanked Trixie into kneeling position by her dark hair. He also brought out a large pistol from his belt and pushed it against her temple.
"Jerk him off, now! Dhonko said and the still gasping Trixie followed the order as if she was in some kind of hypnotic trance. She reached for Jake's jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down his panties until the little, limp cock became visible. Trixie grabbed the small meat rod between her thumb and index and started to jerk it, her eyes were red and tears formed in their corners. Despite his agonizing pain in his shot wrist Jake's cock started to grow and the guy stared at Trixie's black painted fingers like he was seeing a ghost. Within a minute Jake was rock hard displaying his 18-centimetres-long cock to everyone around, and Trixie moved both hands up and down as she pumped. Not another minute had passed when Jake’s grunts became audible and he shot his load directly onto Trixie's shoulders as the women turned her head sideward at the last second.
Dhonko cocked his gun and handed a knife to Trixie.
"Cut it down! At the base. If you don't start in three seconds I pull the trigger." he grinned and started to count. "One... two..."
Trixie couldn't believe what was happening, but the rough power demonstration she had just suffered made her obedient and selfish. As Dhonko counted two she pulled out Jake's cock with one hand and with a powerful strike she sliced into the living meat.
Jake's scream was very girlish and high-pitched and he struggled against the men but they held him very stable. Blood started to pour from the horrible wound bathing Trixie's hand and even her face, but she went on with her terrible task. She sawed with machine-like effort, cut through muscles and tissues until the big piece of body meat fell onto the ground. Jake was still screaming but Dhonko raised his gun to his head and with a single shot blow his head off. The other black and the white men of his must have known Dhonko's tricks as they let free the screaming Jake in the last moment and jumped away avoiding the risk of being shot. Jake's corpse fell backward with a loud thump, Renata, Nina and Jane started to babble after a long, totally silent second.
Aurelia too was shocked by so much violence and cruelty. She imitated the babble of her fellow prisoners, but internally she was shaken too. She was now beginning to fear Jessica might be dead, and she would herself have to be very careful. She was now convinced the least mistake would be fatal.
"Now Trixie, as you have such a dirty mouth let me teach you how not to impress your owners!" Dhonko burst into laughter and turned to Asian man.
"Stuff that shit into her mouth, sealed. And prepare for being taken." he ordered. The words were strange and no one could realize what was the meaning of them, except Dhonko's minions. The Asian man cuffed Trixie's wrists behind her back, the woman forbore the rough treatment without hesitation. She was shocked like never before in her life. The Asian raised Jake's bloody cock from the ground, grabbed Trixie's jaw and forced her mouth open with a special technique, and he stuffed the meat into her oral cavity. That was when Trixie started to fight again, but Dhonko stepped to her and pasted her mouth with a wide and strong industrial duct tape, sealing her mouth totally. Trixie retched and her face turned pale, wet grunting could be heard as she vomited... through her nostrils.
Aurelia turned her face away and resisted the urge to puke, so disgusting it was. She imagined herself in Trixie’s stead, her mouth filled with a warm, dirty, bloody and juicing dead cock. All wicked as Trixie was, she did not deserved so cruel a predicament. Nobody deserved it.
"Nasty cunt." Dhonko said and grabbed Trixies's jaw turning her head towards his.
"Dirty mouth called me nigger. Stupid cunt won't never ever do that. This will teach you." he was smiling wickedly.
"Okay men, the show is over. Roll the meat onto the truck for inspection. Chinese! Take care of stupid cunt and bring her when she is ready!" he ordered.
White and Nigger stepped to Jane's and Aurelia's frame first and wheeled them towards the back of the silver truck. The ramp opened automatically forming a bridge to the rear of the lorry. Aurelia was wheeled in first and right before Jane. Dhonko followed them with heavy steps. They couldn't see the first half of the truck as a metal shiny wall parted the box somewhere in the middle with a huge, closed door through it. In their half several tools were hanging from the wall. Aurelia recognized a full set of knives and scalpels, cuffs and chains, sinister hafted irons, dozens of different-sized boxes with labels like "medkit", "piercings", "tattoo maker". Three huge bottles with long plastic tubes were rowed along the wall bearing labels on them "Oxygen", "Gas" and "Nitrous oxide". In a small table, half-dozen smaller equipments were placed, all of them had electronic displays. She also saw small cages stacked along the wall and vertically standing flat equipments with several holes, looking like some kind of modern stocks.
White took one of the electronic tools in his hand and switched it on, small green numbers and a tiny picture appeared on the display. He stepped to Aurelia and held the tool to her left sole. With precise movements he moved the tool along her sole and toes, around her ankles and down her leg. He scanned her full body not missing a single spot, which took him only 2 minutes or so.
Aurelia clenched her teeth as her body was searched, as the man did not resist the temptation to touch her body with his free hand. She was glad she had not hidden anything inside her.
"She seems to be clean, I've found no metal inside her!" he reported to Dhonko and the Black leader nodded. White replaced the tool with another one and repeated the process. He examined the data shown on the display for long seconds before he turned to Dhonko.
"This beauty is totally clean, boss! I haven't found any ceramic implant nor unusual electric radiation in her. No bugs or chips or anything. I must say she is in perfect shape, not even a single disorder in her electro-magnetic aura. She is healthy and ready to stand whatever is waiting for her." he grinned.
White took the first tool again and stepped to Jane. He started to scan her and when he reached her abdomen the tool started to peep loudly.
"Look at this, dozens of identical metal content inside her... I guess they're inside the rear section of her rectum." White said.
"Th... they are just my... my rings!" Jane squeaked in horrible fear. "Trixie... she poured them inside my ass!"
Dhonko and his minions bursted into laughter.
"Wow... Stupid Cunt seems like my kind of woman!" Dhonko roared. White scanned Jane's remaining body parts and the tool started to peep again at her left hand.
"Please..." Jane cried and she was shaking from fear, she was near hysterical. "I have a platinum plantation; I had an accident 5 years ago!"
White repeated the process with the other tool but he found nothing else.
"So we have rings in her ass and something in her hand..." White summarized the result of the scanning.
"Okay, guys, remove her from this thing and prepare her for cleaning." he said, and within a minute Jane found herself freed from the frame but laying on her back. Her bottom was raised in the air, her legs were forced downwards until her knees touched the floor right by her ears, Nigger stood onto her shins causing severe pain with his heavyweight body, the poor black girl gasped for air and her face contorted into a suffering mask. Her wrists were forced between her legs and pulled upwards before they were cuffed, making her place the clenching fists onto her own pussy.
"Remove the beauty, I have a task for her." Dhonko ordered and White started to release Aurelia from her uncomfortable position. He uncuffed the wrists first then one leg, and Aurelia found herself hanging by one ankle. Dhonko cocked his gun and aimed at the girl before White uncuffed Aurelia's other ankle too.
The girl was gritting her teeth as her whole weight was hanging from her ankle. Suddenly, she fell on the floor. She had been expecting this and she managed to absorb the impact with her arms and rolled graciously to land squatting on her feet. The metallic floor was cold under her bare feet. She did not move farther as the gun was just inches from her face. While her face was a vivid mask of pain, her brain was registering everything she saw in the truck. She also automatically found three ways that would allow her to kill or critically cripple the men manhandling her. It was yet too early to attack though. Instead, she rubbed her sore wrists, which harboured red marks where the cuffs had bitten in her skin.
"Okay... you.. Arela or whatever... you know already I'm not a funny guy and pull the trigger very easily. Follow my orders letter by letter or else..." he imitated a headshot with his free hand.
"Now step to the black, smelly bitch. We prepared her for you so you have easy access... I want you to mine out those rings using your hands and nothing else! I fucking don't mind if you have to fist her up to your elbows but I want ALL rings removed. If the next scan shows a single metal in her ass I will make you eating your own ears for sure! Understood?"
Aurelia was shocked. This was awful. This would inflict so much pain to the poor Jane, and from her point of view it was also disgusting. But she had no choice but to comply. With a disgusted look on her face, she nodded to the White man.
Jane was in total panic and tried to struggle, but Nigger's weight immobilized her totally. She was whining continuously in a high-pitched voice and she let out a loud fart that made the men laugh. Jane's puckered asshole was bloody from the scratches caused by the rusty iron pipe; the shit mixed with blood formed the most disgusting sight ever.
As she came closer to Jane, the stench overwhelmed the poor Aurelia and she had to fight the urge to puke. She was looking at the small, dirty hole through which she had to push her hand. It seemed impossible. She felt the cold barrel of the gun brutally shoved against her kidneys.
“Faster, bitch! We don’t have all day!” a rough voice ordered.
Taking a deep breath, she squeezed together the fingers of her right hand, forming a cone as sharp as she could do it. She pressed the tip of her medium against the filthy entrance and began to push down. She strived for avoiding any additional damage might had caused by her long, black fingernails, and finally managed to drive the nails inside without making any additional wound. The first three fingers penetrated relatively easily, as the sphincter was still tenderised from its previous ordeal, but then Aurelia’s hand seemed to be stopped. It seemed to her that pushing further would tear Jane’s hole apart. The pressure of the gun against her back was there to remind her that she had no choice. She grunted a “sorry, Jane” before putting more weight on her right arm. As she forced her hand deeper, she also twisted it a little to ease the passage.
Jane’s sphincter was slowly pried wider as Aurelia’s knuckles passed one by one inside her. The poor Black girl was trembling and jerking with all her might, and the Black man had difficulty to keep her still. She was also screaming to the top of her lungs and her cries resonated through the truck. The Black grabbed a dirty piece of cloth, covered with black motor oil and stuffed it into the thrashing girl’s mouth. In spite of this gag, Jane kept squirming and mumbling powerfully as Aurelia continued her operation.
After long minutes of shoving and pushing and turning and twisting, the young spy girl suddenly felt her hand being like sucked in the rectum of her victim. Her whole hand was swallowed up to the wrist. The warmth, moist, gluing sensation it procured her made her retch. Her belly heaved and she had to steady herself against the table. She was livid. In the mean time, Jane’s body was bulging with knotted muscles and tendons as she fought spastically against the painful intrusion into her bowels.
Aurelia took a deep breath and then began to explore the rectum, collecting the cheap jewellery that had been concealed there. With each twist of her hand, some liquid shit oozed around her wrist and a fart was expulsed, adding to the shaking spy’s trouble. Not wanting to have to come back, she explored carefully the rectum, sinking her fingers as far as she dared to, shutting her mind to the muffled howls of the Black tattooer. Sometimes Aurelia's nails scratched along the inner wall of Jane's wet rectum and the poor girl emitted horrible muffled screams, but for Jane's fortune she could reduce those accidents to minimal.
Finally, she pulled her fist full of jewels out of the fetid pot, eliciting renewed shrieks of agony. Her hand came out with a hideous slurping sound accompanied by a boisterous and putrid fart. The anus remained wide open. Disgusted, Aurelia dropped the content of her palm on the table and turned away to resist the urge to vomit. Her hand was covered with excrement.
"Well done, bitch!" Dhonko rattled in obvious excitement, Aurelia couldn't see but somehow she felt how the black slaver massaged his bulging cock.
"White! Check her guts for more jewels... and you, Beauty Bitch, pray for leaving her empty..." he said and White switched on the scanner again. He held it against Jane's ass... and the beeping sound failed.
"Good job, Beauty Bitch! I appoint you as my court ass fister!" he laughed and his men laughed with him. "Time to secure her for travel. Take her into the feeder cage!" Dhonko ordered to White who pushed his own gun against Aurelia's nape.
Aurelia was looking around for something to wash her right hand and forearm, which were covered in excrements and stinking horribly. “Please, may I wash my hands?” she asked in a meek voice.
"Shut the fuck up!" White grunted. "This is not a fucking wellness tour, Bitch! You messed your hands, now you bear the consequences." he finished. "Ladies first." he said and drove Aurelia toward the cages stacked at the back of the truck. Meanwhile Dhonko changed the gun for an evil looking long-bladed knife and turned to Jane.
"So smelly Nigga'... you declared having a platinum in your hand. I'm a believer and would really like to believe you too... but unfortunately I have my very specific orders which force me to check EVERY suspicious material in our slaves body. If it's really a plantation we'll be over soon... but if you lied to me..." Dhonko said and approached Jane with the glistening razor. Scary thoughts came to Aurelia's mind about Jessica. For a high risk mission an agent could have received three or four different types of chips. She knew exactly the usual places where the agency's chips were implanted. Under the nails (fingers or big-toes) right at the root, into any tooth, under the navel or built into the nose bridge.
As the continuous pain eased, Jane managed to spit out the dirty rag and she started to beg loudly, she was staring at the blade and was trembling.
"No.... no... please... nooo... my god.... ohh nooo... Aurelia! Aurelia please help me!!! Help me!!!" she screamed, her terror filled voice echoed from the walls.
Aurelia felt her heart breaking at these pleadings. “Listen, I know her. She is no spy. How could she be? Just look at her!”. But she did not dare moving to help her, even if she would have stood good chances of success. She could not ruin her mission right now.
Dhonko stared at Aurelia and spat.
"Who dared to give you permission to talk? White! Treat her as ordered, I will handle her prolixity later!" Dhonko said and turned back to Jane. White kept pushing Aurelia forward and whispered into her ear.
"You dancer cunts are all so dumb! Never know when to talk and when to swallow. How could you know if she's a spy? Being a spy means you're fucking hiding your true nature. I'm afraid you will regret hundred times for being so clever."
Dhonko grabbed Jane's clawing, long-nailed hands, Jane's relatively large hands were totally secured by his big fist. He forced the top of her left hand upwards.
"Sssssshhhhhh... stinky nigga'... we'll be over soon." he grinned with burning sadistic lust in his eyes and cut into the flesh of Jane's hand. Thrilling screams filled the air, Jane's hand started to bleed, dark red blood poured over her fingers and fall onto her pussy and abdomen. Dhonko made a long cut, deep enough to turn the flesh out, slicing through flesh, tendons and veins. Jane's eyes were bulging from their sockets as her powerful screams shook the air, her trashing were so wild that Nigger almost lost his balance. Dhonko dropped the knife and grabbed the edge's of the wound with naked fingers, he forced the flesh apart opening a wide, deep slit. He bent closer and examined the whitish, blood covered material unfolded.
"Shit... this is really platinum..." he spat into the wound and he released Jane's hand. "I thought we might have found another fucking spy or something..." he seemed quite disappointed. "We had such a great fun last time." he told to himself as he took a small device similar to a soldering iron and switched it on. The pointed tip of the tool soon became red hot, and Dhonko started to burn and cauterize the wound he had just cut. The screams emitted from Jane's gaping mouth were beyond sanity, the poor girl thrashed her head from side to side and finally she bitted deep into her own shin just above her ankle. The awful smell of burnt human flesh filled the truck and Jane even pissed herself. Actually she let out a strong stream of yellow urine splashing her own and Dhonko's hands, the piss evaporated as it touched the hot tip of the tool. Suddenly she stopped screaming and went limp; the heavily tortured girl had lost her consciousness.
"Fuck you, Stinky Nigga, what a weak specimen you are!" Dhonko chafed and finished the treatment of Jane's hand.
Meanwhile White led Aurelia to the backside of the section and pointed to a single, metal cage on the floor. The cage was very small, forming a perfect cube. Thick metal rods formed the edges of all six sides and two thicker rods crossed them diagonally, excluding the top one. Between the thick rods thinner and serried rods created a web-like formation. All rods seemed heavy, were precisely welted and the whole cage looked like a box for securing wild and strong animals. The top slab had a big hole and two smaller holes, all three holes weren't centred but close to an edge. The holes were made of the thicker rods and were hold in place by several other tubes, the web on the top was even more serried as on the other sides.
"Okay, Bitch, open the top slab and climb in!" White ordered. "Kneeling position. I want you to close the top with your head and hands out of the cage through the holes."
Aurelia looked at the tiny cage with doubt. It seemed much too small to accommodate her strong, tall body. “I’ll never fit into it!” she exclaimed.
“Oh, you will. And if you don’t, I’ll break your bones until you do!” threatened the man.
The young spy opened the spider-web-like lid and stepped in. The steel bars were cold under her soles. Carefully, she tried to kneel inside the cage. Supporting her weight with her hands clasped on the upper edges, she pressed her soles flat against the back slap. Then, by spreading her knees wide, she managed to wedge them into the corners of the cage. She then lowered herself slowly, until her knees rested on the bottom. Her legs were kept completely immobile by the sheer tightness of the box. Then, she sat her butt on her heels and tried to lower her torso, while keeping her head and hands protruding from the holes. The lid was resting against her back as she tried to press her proud breasts more firmly into her thighs.
There were still five centimetres between the lid and the box edge when suddenly White sat on the top of the box. Aurelia felt herself folded in two, her breasts squeezed against her thighs, her back crushed against the lid bar-web. Her head and hands were protruding out of the box, as wide apart as the object permitted. She could not even touch her own face anymore. The man bounced his butt a few times and then padlocked the cage shut. He then grabbed Aurelia’s hair and pulled it out of the neck hole, splaying it over the cage lid.
The poor girl felt completely encased, immobilised, cramped in the tight, cold space. Her toes and knees were wedged against the inner edge of the cage, her breathing was contrived by the tightness of the box. After but a few seconds, she was already feeling cramps building in her muscles. She contorted her neck, trying to look at the guy sitting on her box, a mask of fear and anguish painted on her face.
“Please! I can’t stay in here! It’s too small! How long are you going to keep me like this?”
"Ohhh you dumb cunt..." White groaned. "Did I or didn't I say to shut up, eh? Whatever... you will stay here long enough to get used to your cage." he laughed. The encagement was not over, White left the cage and soon returned with thin noose-like chains. One noose was placed around Aurelia’s left wrist. The diameter of the noose could be changed by pulling three individual laces and it was soon firmly slicked around the girl's delicate wrist. It was tight enough to keep her hands from sliding out, but did not cut her circulation. With tiny locking mechanisms, White attached the three ends to the ring through which Aurelia's hand was placed. That securing totally locked her wrist in place, didn't give her the slightest chance to pull her hands inside the cage. He repeated the process with the right wrist, his face contorted in disgust when he had to touch the excrement covered skin.
"Now, you're almost ready for the travel of your life, Bitch!" White tapped Aurelia's cheek and left her alone.
After the first minute the worst sensation was the tension in Aurelia's neck, as she had to pull her neck backwards in her uncomfortable position. When she let her neck forward and rested it against the iron ring the tension eased but the cold metal hurt her larynx.
She was soon moaning softly as she tried to move to shift her weight. Her shins were resting directly on the bottom bars of the cage, supporting her full weight. The steel spider web was digging into the thin layer of muscle and skin and pressing on her very bones. After but a few minutes, the pain had already built to a high level. As her legs were wedged inside the cage, she could not shift them laterally. All she could do was to try and lift her shins off the floor by pushing on her toes. However, there was so little room in the cage that she had to lift her whole body to do so. Her feet and toes could not hold that position more than a few dozens of seconds and she had to land back on her sore shins. This moved her body by only a couple of centimetres but this was still putting a lot of strain on her feet and leg muscles, inducing her to sweat profusely. Beads of perspiration were rolling down her spine, between her flattened breasts and through every fold of her tightly packed body.
She pulled tentatively on her hands but she had to admit she was restrained in an almost inescapable position. The tiny chains would be particularly difficult to deal with if she would have to. But she was not planning to escape before having reached her destination and learned more about the slaver’s organisation.
The unconscious Jane was tossed aside and the men started to roll in the girls left outside with Chinese. Nina arrived first, she was removed from the frame and scanned just as Renata five minutes later. Both girls proved to be clean. White and Nigger drove them to the section of the truck where Aurelia was suffering, and forced them into identical cages. Both girls were sobbing continually during the scanning but none of them dared to say or ask anything. The encagement of Nina happened very smoothly, although she was tall she was also very thin and lithe and had small breasts, she fit into the cage much more easily than Aurelia. Nina's cage was padlocked and her wrists were secured with the laces. Renata's encagement was far more terrific. Renata was mellower and her joints proved to be less flexible as her fellow sufferers. She stepped into the cage with trembling legs and even kneeling down caused her troubles.
"Ohhhh.... hurt... my kneeees hurt.. please Mister!" she whined though all she felt was the rod against her knee-caps.
"Such a low pain-threshold." White said with disdain. "I'm afraid you won't last too long..." he finished and slapped Renata's face hard. Nigger helped him to push Renata's body down forcing her to curve into the pressed position. Renata was babbling loudly and even fought against the men but she had no chance of raising out of the cage. Her head was yanked through the big hole by her blonde hair, she was screaming with wide open mouth. Her body was covered with sweat and her eyes were wild with loathing.
"NOOOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!! I HAVE CLAUSTROPHOBIA!!! DON'T SHUT MEE!!!" she screamed and screamed hysterically. Her hands were also pulled through the holes and secured with the laces. Finally White gagged Renata with his palm changing her screams into muffled groans.
"Option one. You let out another scream and I cut off your tongue. I will enjoy it much. Option two. You're allowed to cry, to moan or whatever you want, but I fucking don't want to hear anything loud. Blink if you got it." he said in a sinister tone and Renata blinked. When White let her mouth free she really stopped screaming but her pain-contorted face showed clearly how heavily she was suffering.
The naked body of the unconscious Billy was dragged into the truck and he was scanned before being forced into a similar cage the women had, although that cage was clearly larger, the muscled man body naturally needed more place. He was totally limp and the men could easily lock him without any problem. Finally Chinese arrived with the totally naked and still gagged Trixie, the woman walked slowly and she was obviously still in shock. Trixie was scanned too and was placed into her cage. She was very tall but relative thin, she didn't resist as the lid was padlocked and her hands were secured.
All five cages were dragged into a line, all prisoners facing the same direction toward the rear of the truck. Two men were needed for dragging the cages into position, as they were heavy even without the bodies inside. White lifted Jane from the floor and he injected something into her arm, the black girl soon regained her consciousness and started to scream till White punched her in the guts. Jane was stood before the unfortunate prisoners back to them, her asshole was still half-way open and blood mixed with shit was oozing slowly from the terribly stretched hole. Jane's legs were trembling and she was whining in low voice, her pitiful voice harmonized with Renata's moaning.
Dhonko and his men lined before the prisoners and the boss started to talk.
"Ladies!" he said, and as Billy was still unconscious it was a correct salutation. "The preparations are almost over. From now you're the property of the Government of Ashagen. You will be marked as the Slave of Ashagen. You will live and die in Ashagen. And as long as you live you will suffer in Ashagen. You will learn more details soon, but first we're going to mark you and implant you." He showed a very small, flat device around what was as small as a small toenail. "This microchip localizes your position anytime and everywhere, so your chance for escape is zero dot zero. We implant these chips into the slaves' maxillary sinus. Safe place and zero chance for destroying the chips without killing the slaves. Dead slaves don't escape so they don't need chip. Clever system, don't you think? Whatever, all slaves in Ashagen are marked on their forehead. On the forehead, because that's the most visible body part and generally no one destroy their slaves forehead without killing it, so that's a good place for creating permanent marks. When we are over with the marking and the implanting you will be true slaves of Ashagen." he finished and nodded to Chinese.
Aurelia, in spite of the pain caused by her situation, was listening intently what was being said. Any bit of information could prove useful eventually. Ashagen: this name reminded her of some place in Sweden, but it was not a sovereign country. Was their final destination in Scandinavia anyway? She would have to gather more clues before deciding.
The prospect of getting permanently marked on her face was scary. She was not expecting something like that. Still, she was confident her government had means of removing any tattoo or chip those bastards were going to put on her.
The Asian man removed a pencil-like device from a bag hanging from the wall. He stepped to the caged females and showed them how the inner telescopic stick spiralled out when he pressed a button. On the tip of the stick were small nippers and Chinese showed - each of them, holding the device close to their eyes - how the nippers grabbed the microchip and how it released it. Finally he stepped to Jane who was surrounded by the other slavers. White and Nigger held Jane steadily immobilizing her head with strong grips.
"Hold still." all the Asian man said and with a grabbed chip he held the device to Jane's nose. He pressed the button and something terrible happened. Jane was standing back to the others so no one could see clearly what was going on, but Jane's muscles tightened within a moment and horrible, groaning, wet sounds filled the air. Jane's body was shaking and she strained against the men, she wasn't screaming but howled in very high-pitched voice, suddenly a semi-solid turd slid out of her gaping asshole. The operation was over within 30 seconds and when the men released Jane, the girl fell onto the floor and clenched her own face. Nothing else could been seen but a thin blood stream flowing from her nose.
"Who is next?" Dhonko asked and carefully examined the women's terrified faces.
"Beauty Bitch!" he smiled wildly at Aurelia. "You don't have so wide nose so it surely need more time for you to place your implant, but you'll have it, I promise!" he laughed and pointed at her. "Do the redhead next, Chinese!"
Aurelia had been trained to resist torture, she had followed coursed about how to deal with such situations. She had even been submitted to limited pain and trained to ignore it by means of yoga and self-hypnosis. Nevertheless, as the man approached her with his bloody device, she felt her guts to knot inside her belly. She felt completely helpless, paralysed by terror. Most of her techniques were based on the idea that she was going to be pressed for information. She had learned how to earn time to allow rescue party to find and extract her. She had trained means of throwing out bit by bit useless information to content her torturers and earn time and gather energy between torture sessions. But all this training was failing her now: she was not going to be tortured for information. Nothing she could do would delay her tormentor or make him change his mind. She was utterly and totally helpless. She had absolutely no control over what was going to happen, and this, more than the fear of pain, was terrifying her beyond control. For the first time, the look of pure fear that painted her face was not faked. It was only a last bounce of pride that prevented her from crying and beg for mercy, as the evil tool approached her flaring nostrils.
She closed her eyes tight, clenched her fist and curled her toes and waited for the inexorable to happen, bracing her mind against the pain, frantically repeating in her mind the mantras she had learned in her yoga courses.
Chinese grabbed Aurelia's chin with one hand, locked her head in place with his strong grip, and pushed the button. All she could hear was the low buzzing of the tool when suddenly she felt the cold metal raising up her nose. For a second or two, the sensation was more tickling than painful but suddenly the tip of the tool reached the narrow section of her nasal cavity and forced itself through the less flexible tissues. Harsh pain blasted around the bridge of her nose, as if she was punched with a club. The vibration radiating from the tool caused additional pain; she felt like an industrial, working drill was pushed up her head. The sudden and harsh pain even increased in the following seconds, all Aurelia could hear was the loud buzzing and wet, slurping sounds as the tool cut through tissues and cartilages.
Aurelia was now screaming to the top of her lungs. She had the impression that her very skull was drilled through and was scared that her brain would be permanently damaged. Her heart was beating at a panicked pace, her skin was oozing an abundant, cold sweat, her mind was screaming for mercy. Had she been detected? Was she been killed? The fear made her imagining the worst scenarios. However, in the back of her mind, she held herself to one little piece of hope: Jane had just been submitted to the same treatment and she was not dead. It was just a part of the procedure.
Chinese's strong fingers sank deep into her jaws keeping her head in place, and the tool continued its painful way to somewhere in Aurelia's skull. The pain became almost unbearable when a low click could be heard, and the stretching, searing pain started to ease. Aurelia felt the tip of the tool being slowly removed from her nose, leaving her tortured cavity alone, and within a few seconds the tip left her nose with a wet smack. Aurelia's nose was bleeding internally, warm blood flew down her throat and the throbbing pain made her remember the horror's of the last minute.
Her senses became dumb and she hadn't realized but heard through great distance how did Chinese start to work on Nina, Renata and Trixie. All she could hear was desperate screams and pain-filled whining of the other women as the Asian man ruined their nose too. It took her almost five minutes to regain her full consciousness after the shrilling shock, and when she finally could perceive her environment again, all women and even the unconscious Billy were over the ordeal. Every nose around Aurelia was bleeding and eyes radiated fear and pain.
She was shaking tremendously in her cramped cage. She was not prepared to such a treatment. She hoped the Agency would be able to extract this damned transmitter once the operation would be completed. Never had she been submitted to such an intrusion of her intimacy. Not even during the mission in Afghanistan, when she had found herself abandoned for one terrible night in the hands of vengeful Mudjahedeens. Those had been long hours of continuous rape and humiliation. Her body had been used and abused in all possible ways by the imaginative warriors and their wives. But at least she had known that soon she would be recovered, saved and washed from all the debasements. And eventually, in the morning, the helicopters had come and rescued her, killing all the villagers in retaliation. But now, she did not know when and if she would be rescued, and not even if she would eventually be able to clear all the marks this mission was imprinting on her.
"All implants are in place, let's proceed with the marking." Dhonko said and grinned at the bleeding-nose women. He walked along the cage-row and numbered each girl. "Stinky Nigga' - three! Crying Blonde - two! Schoolgirl Doll - two! Beauty Bitch - one! Stupid Cunt - two! Sleeping Boy - three!" he finished and his men started to stir. Nigger collected several metal tools from the wall, Chinese took a small box. White pinned Jane down to the floor with his booted foot while Dhonko explained the numbers.
"One means premium class slave. Class one slaves aren't to be defaced in any way, so the marking will be a high-quality tattoo. Having a tattoo drawn on the forehead is fucking painful, but at least the skin remains smooth. Number two means average slave. In Ashagen, the majority of the slaves belongs to this category and any model agency could easily select the whole staff from the class two. Of course only before Ashagen's citizens start to work on them." He laughed hideously. "Class-two slaves receive a standard branding as marking with the smaller branding irons, though smaller burns are just as hot as the bigger ones. Number three means third-class slaves. Mature or less attractive bitches get this number and all male slaves. We do the marking with the larger branding irons, the mark will cover the rest of the forehead. Prepare yourself, cunts, in a few minutes we start."
He helped Nigger to switch on the branding irons. A larger and a smaller iron. Both of them had the same word on the top; the inverse of SoA. "Slave of Ashagen." Dhonko groaned and switched on the smaller iron. The top quickly heated up and within two minutes it was glowing bright red.
Chinese kneeled before Aurelia's face and started to place needles, pins and small jars filled with different colour paints onto the floor. He looked deep into Aurelia's eyes, his eyes were ice cold without any humanity.
"Hold still. Trashing means more pain." he said and with a precision brush he started to paint onto the girl's forehead, sketching the mark. Jane was the first again to suffer the pain. While White stood on her cheek forcing her head onto the floor, Nigger approached the glowing iron from her head. The poor girl whined and screamed and protested with all her might, grabbed Nigger's ankle but the black man simply kicked her hand and stepped onto it. The iron got closer to her skin and suddenly it touched her forehead. Ear-piercing screams were emitted from her open mouth as Nigger very slowly rolled the iron over her skull; smoke raised toward the ceiling. She should have fainted but the stimulants injected into her kept her conscious. When the man finally removed the glowing iron from her head and her terrific screams died away, the three letters of pain were clearly visible, still smoking: “SoA”.
Chinese finished with the sketching and raised the first pin. "Don't forget. Hold still." he said again and started to work on the tattoo. The first sensation wasn't as painful as Aurelia expected, but within a minute it became harsh, almost burning, puncturing agony.
The next branded prisoner was Billy. With one hand, Nigger raised his head by the hair and pushed the iron against his forehead. The young man awoke screaming, he had quite a girlish, high-pitched scream. He hadn't had any chance for saying something or even realize in how uncomfortable position he had been forced inside the cage. All he could do was to scream his head off. He was ready very soon and Nigger stroke Billy's chin with his large fist so hard, that the poor man was knocked out again. Smoke rose from his ruined forehead.
Chinese worked precisely with great experience, he formed the frames of the letters. As he proceeded and worked the paint under Aurelia's skin the pain became harsher and harsher. There were no real tissue between her skin and skull, every puncture blasted another ball of pain in her mind.
Aurelia knew that the Agency was able to erase tattoos by different chirurgical methods, which left almost no trace. But in her already weakened state, she had difficulty to use that knowledge as a lever against the pain and fear the tattoo needle was instilling in her mind along with the ink in her skin. In some way, she was envying her fellow captives who were being branded. At least, the treatment took only a few seconds. Her own marking was probably less painful, but it was so long that it felt much harder to bear.
Renata was beyond shock when Dhonko stepped to her. Her eyes were wide open and she stared at the approaching, red iron without any additional reaction. When the red hot metal kissed her skin she found her voice and her long shrieks reverberated from the wall of the truck, she pissed herself and her shrieks formed almost coherent words: "Ggghhhooooooodddddd!!! Huuuuooooooootttt!!! Ohhhh..." Her scream died away when the branding was over. Renata's mark was really prettier compared to the large marks on Jane's and Billy's head, but the scarred skin smoked in the same fashion and her red eyes were also bulging in the same fashion.
Chinese finished with the letters main frame and replaced the thick pin with a thinner one. He started to adjust the edges of the letters and form them into really pretty, almost artistic style. The pain was still there although it became less intense, although anytime when Chinese accidentally knocked Aurelia's skull bone it changed to searing again.
Nina stared at Dhonko with teary eyes and begged in a pitiful voice. "Please Mister... please I'm begging you no more please my God ohhh my..." she sighed. The cruel black man immobilized her head by grabbing her hair and without responding he pushed the glowing metal against her skull. Nina's squeaked like a mouse and vomited, messing her chest and thighs. The branding was completed within 30 seconds and when Dhonko removed the iron from her head the three letters were glowing clearly above her pretty face; SoA. She was drooling and chunks of her own vomit hung from her chin.
Chinese finished with the second phase and took another the long, special looking pin. "I inject heated mercury under your skin. Important for making the tattoo permanent and durable. Going to hurt." he said and continued his work. That time Aurelia got some appetizer of what the other prisoners felt, the liquid metal was really hot.
Trixie seemed not realizing what was going on around her, nor did she react when Dhonko arrived to her cage with the branding iron. "Shit, this cunt is totally lost in herself, another weak specimen!" he spat onto her face and grabbed her hair. When the hot iron was pushed against her head Trixie tried to scream just like all the others and although the implantation didn't cause enough pain for dragging her out from the shock the burning sensation finally awoke her. Her gagged screams were pitiful and hoarse, her long nails cut into her palms as her fingers clenched. Dhonko left her alone with smoking forehead and three letters, her quite living eyes showed clearly that she was back.
Chinese finished the injection of the heated quicksilver and admired his own handiwork. He took a small mirror and held it before Aurelia's face. "I'm an artist. Even slaves enjoy my art." he commented. On Aurelia's forehead, above her left eye a really fancy tattoo was created, the letters were made in antique style, and according to the terrible burning marks of the others Aurelia's mark looked almost cute.
Aurelia looked at the tattoo through her tear-filled eyes. She was now marked in a place that would be very difficult to hide. Everywhere she was going to go during this mission, peoples would know her status. It would be difficult to stay discrete now. The tattoo along with the implant had severely reduced her options now. The naked blade had not been broken, but it was less sharp already.
"Ladies! It's time to set up the final composition. The trip starts soon." Dhonko said. He gathered his men around and after a short meeting all of them started to work. White and Nigger started to build another level of the web-cage above Nina's and Renata's head. The second levels had no bottom and were half as tall as the actual cages where the girls were forced in. The new components caged the two girls' head and already secured hands in another box. The new levels were secured to the original cages by metal straps. Chinese stepped to Aurelia with a long needle, pliers and an iron ring in his hand.
"I ring your nose hedge. Boss ordered. You annoyed him. Talked too much. Hold still."
Chinese ignored Aurelia's protest and grabbed her chin. The girl knew that grip very well, the thin Asian used that on her not too long before when he forced the microchip into her body. The strong grip made her jaws hurt again, but the harsh pain when the man punctured her nose hedge with the long and thick needle fogged the pain in her jaws. Chinese moved the needle through the freshly made hole left, right, left and removed it. He inserted an open, curved metal into the hole and with two pliers he started to bend it until the tips reached each other. The new ring was large, at least 4 centimetres in diameter. Chinese got a soldering-iron and soldered the ends together, making the ring permanently closed.
"You look good, bull-girl." Chinese mocked Aurelia and turned to Trixie. The same process was done and within some minutes Trixie had the same style nose-ring, hanging from her nose before her shiny gag.
Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears. The septum of her nose was throbbing and sending waves of pain up her already tortured nose. She shook her head but this just made the nose ring to swing cruelly, bouncing on her lips. She could not see herself, but she could feel the weight of the ring resting on her mouth. It was huge, it was heavy, it was ugly. This ring was pulling her down to the rank of animals. The tattoo could still be thought of as a piece of make-up. It was human, in particular hers, which was so finely painted. But this ring was just a cattle ornament.
Dhonko kicked hard the agonizing Jane in her ribs making the black tattooer roll over the floor. He forced her onto her back by stepping onto her throat and he secured two leather straps around the very base of her udders. Dhonko clenched his muscles and forced the straps as tight as he could, making Jane's breasts bulging out like a balloon. The poor and already heavily tortured girl would had shrieked to the top of her lungs, but Dhonko's heavy boot cut her air supply and Jane started to cough and drooled. When the black tits were bound tightly enough and looked like a bag filled with water and ready to burst, Dhonko finalized the knot. Jane was dragged onto her feet and a chain was lowered from the ceiling with two separated hooks at the end. Dhonko cruelly stabbed the tip of the hooks through Jane's each, extremely bulging tits pouring blood onto the floor. The girl was unable to protest but her suffering voice told everything of what she was feeling. Dhonko pushed a button and Jane was pulled into the air by her awfully unnatural breasts.
Meanwhile Nina and Renata were positioned against each other face to face. Two men were needed to lift Aurelia's and Trixie's cages, and they soon found each other face to face high in the air, Aurelia's cage was over Nina and Trixie's was over Renata. There was about 40 centimetres between Aurelia's and Trixie's face, they were staring at each other whenever they opened their eyes. Trixie's eyes showed a mix of fear, hatred, pain and suffering, her nostrils were flaring and as her mouth was taped she breathed through her nose, making almost funny peeping noises with every breath. The most horrific impression was caused by the fact that Trixie was chewing... slowly and continually, making her jaws to move up and down. She had no choice: although she was tortured and degraded almost beyond human limits, she had not swallowed Jake's severed cock, it was simply too big and too tough.
Aurelia could not resist the urge to retch at this sight. Just imagining the spongy, fetid, hairy, chewy stuff Trixie was forced to keep in her mouth was disgusting enough. She could see some brownish juice trickling from the corners of the fallen queen’s mouth. It almost made her own predicament to feel gentle. Still, she could not force herself to close her eyes or look away. Trixie’s face was so ugly by now. Her fore head bore the swelling, charred mark of the slavers, and the huge ring dangling from her septum was definitely ugly. Aurelia wondered whether her own appearance was much better.
The whining Jane was hanging about two meters away from them, but a mechanism moved her towards them, and suddenly two, shaking, black feet slid between their faces. Jane's feet were sturdy and very big with a surprisingly slender ankle. Her toes were long with wide and very long, ugly, dark green painted toenails. Although Aurelia's excrement covered hand was stinking like a dirty toilet, the stench that hit Aurelia when Jane's feet were moved right before her nose was more than hellish.
"Nails are long, can drill them. Want the meat or the nails?" Chinese asked and Dhonko replied.
"Drill the nails, man, I wonder if during the trip she will kick enough to tear her own nails off."
Chinese followed the order. Nigger grabbed the ankles and Chinese drilled through the overgrown section of the big toenails right where the nails left the meat. Two metal rings were inserted into the holes but before they were closed Chinese also stitched them through the rings hanging from the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. That way Jane's toes were chained right to the women noses, and even the most slight kick caused their nose hedge to be tugged.
Aurelia grunted as Jane’s foot was linked to her nose. The stench was intolerable and she could not evade it. Moreover, even without moving, Jane’s legs were somewhat parted and gravity was trying to pull them together, tugging constantly on her and Trixie’s nose. By crossing her eyes, Aurelia could see the drilled nail resting close to her nose. From it, she followed upwards, seeing the rivulets of sweat that were trickling down the Black’s leg. She twisted her neck and saw the bush of filthy pubic hair, and then the taut melons that seemed on the verge of exploding, which used to be Jane’s proud breasts. They had now assumed a shape that could not have been though as possible on a human being. They were so large and swelled that they hid the Tattooer’s face.
"Stupid Cunt, Beauty Bitch! This is your punishment for using bad speech on me or talk without clear permission. We're going to drive for a very long time and you will enjoy the beauty of this Nigga's disgusting peds. Ahh... and one more thing! Every pissing or shitting might fall on the other cunts below you, so take it under consideration." Dhonko said and laughed.
"Guys! Time to go, prepare for leaving!" he ordered and his men knew their task well. Chinese left the truck and right after he returned about three minutes later a loud bang shook the vehicle. Nina and Renata shrieked, Jane kicked out tugging on Trixie's and Aurelia's nose hardly.
"We've just blown up Stupid Cunt's car and the corpse, we never leave traces behind us." Dhonko laughed and hinted to his men. "Let's roll. Nigger, you're guarding the fore section, White, the aft is yours." he ordered. White, Dhonko and Chinese left the rear section through the door which led to the front of the truck, White took place in an empty cage and lit a cigarette.
"We're going to roll over 12 hours, bitches. Enjoy the trip and don't struggle too much, you will need your strength later." he said, the lorry's powerful engines came alive and they departed. None of the girls knew what their destination was, but they all felt it was a highway to Hell.
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