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 V - The road to Ashagen

The highway to Hell was paved with pain cobblestones, as the prisoners immediately found out. Every bump in the road sent Jane swinging widely and her legs jerked on the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. The tugging on their raw septum caused incredible agony. At first, this just made them grunt and moan in pain, but after a dozen of such yanks, both girls were convinced that Jane was actually jerking her legs on purpose to punish them. Aurelia kept glaring upwards, trying to meet Jane’s eyes and order her to stop her cruel game.

Jane was lost in her own sufferings and, almost out of her mind, she could not think about what was happening at the tip of her big toes. She was bouncing, swinging and twisting at the end of her pain-filled breasts and was screaming continuously. Every bump gave her the impression that her boobs were going to be torn from her chest, which proved to be much more resilient than she was expecting. At first, she had tried to prevent her legs from jerking too much, but soon the pain had been so high that she had just forgotten that anything else existed. She was but a writhing and shrieking piece of meat hanging from the ceiling.

At the other end of her body, the faces of the two caged girls were jerked left and right and up and down by their pierced noses. Aurelia had no way of preventing the unpredictable yanks nor to resist them. Moreover, the same bumps that caused Jane to swing her legs, were also making her to buck on the cage floor bars. They were pressing harder and harder into her shins. Similarly, her knees were alternatively pulled and hammered back into the corners of the cage. Now that her cage had been hoisted over Nina’s one, her feet had gained some room to move and were now hanging partly in the space between their two boxes.

If there was any opening in the truck, it had probably been closed tight as there seemed to be no fresh air at all. The metal trunk was heating fast under the hot desert sun and the atmosphere inside it was getting unbreathable. Even White, who was not in any discomfort, had removed his T-shirt and his shoes to keep only his shorts, and he was sweating anyway. The poor prisoners, all naked as they were, were sweating like fountains, both from the heat and from the pain and exertion. It formed a strange cascade. The sweat could be seen forming in every black, filthy crook of Jane’s writhing body and then rolling down her ribs, her hips and her legs. From her toes, it dripped on Aurelia’s and Trixie’s faces and mixed with their own perspiration. Finally, sweat rained on the heads and bodies of the two lowest girls. With their necks and wrists encircled in their cage lids, Nina and Renata could not protect nor wash their faces.

After one hour of such driving, all girls were moaning and crying continuously. Their mouths and lips were dry and parched. They all hated each other, as if they were adding to each other's plight.

Aurelia’s body was throbbing with cramps and pain. The tightness of the cage allowed her very little room to move or flex her limbs. Her muscles were trembling from idleness. Her limbs were twisted into unnatural positions. Her back was kept arched because she had to keep her neck straight through the hole in the lid. Skin and bones were pressing against the bars on all sides, causing her flesh to chafe and burn. Sweat was gathering and fermenting in the crook of her articulations, causing unbearable itching. Her shins, resting directly on the bars, were the source of continuous and acute pain, which her only mean to alleviate was by lifting her body half a centimetre by pulling on her trapped wrists. This position could not be kept for more than one minute or two as it caused increasing pain in her chain-noosed wrists. All these sufferings forced her to oscillate constantly from one painful position to another even crueller. When the new position became unbearable, she had the choice to switch to a third one, or to revert to the previous, if her muscles had rested enough. It did not take long for all positions to be equally painful and her life became even more terrible. Seeing how the other prisoners were too wiggling constantly in their cages, Aurelia guessed they were submitted to the same tortures.

The young spy did not have anymore to fake pain and fear as she was deep in despair and agony. It even occurred to her that she could hasten her death by announcing her real job. But would it really hasten anything? Would not these monsters torture her even more? To distract her mind from the suffering, Aurelia tried to gather some information from Trixie. With the noise caused by the engine and by the moans of the other girls, she could easily whisper without risk to be heard by their warden.

“Pssst, Trixie! Do you know where they are driving us?” she whispered, hoping that Trixie could mumble in spite of her macabre gag. Trixie's eyes met with Aurelia's. The dark-haired woman had something strange deep in her pupils. It might be the first sign of insanity. Although Aurelia had taken advanced psychology courses, the situation they were in was far more extreme than what had ever been presumed by her teachers. Trixie slightly shook her head, even those tiny movements made Jane's toenail tug on her septum.

"Dddbbhhhssss fhhoocknnggg bhhhhssstrrrdddssssss..." Trixie moaned behind her gag, and then she started to cough, long and roughly. She missed the pace of chewing on the severed cock and something went the wrong way into her oesophagus. She kept on coughing harder and harder, her once proud eyes were bulging from their sockets and tiny veins burst in her eyeballs spreading red blobs all around her eyes. Suddenly the coughing got even more intense and Trixie vomited a second time... through her nose again. The liquid that spurted out of her nostrils was a mix of brownish and yellowish substance. It contained small pieces of unidentified material that could be her dinner or the remains of Jake's cock. The puke covered Trixie's gag and also Jane's foot, but even Aurelia's beautiful face got sprayed with several drops. Trixie's face turned blue but finally she managed to catch some fresh air through her bubbling nostrils and she fought for long minutes to collect enough oxygen.

Aurelia was appalled by the predicament Trixie was in. She feared that the former queen was going to die under her eyes. She could not help her though. Every struggle Trixie made was propagated to Jane’s tearing toe nail, causing the black girl to shake her legs, which punished in turn Aurelia’s own nose. She moaned, her face tugged left and right by the thrashing, stinking black foot.

Horrendous sounds emerged from Trixie's throat and the convulsing coughs made Jane shake again, but eventually both women calmed down enough to stop hurting each other for a while. Trixie finally looked into Aurelia's eyes and shook her head again signalling to the other prisoner “leave me alone”. White examined what had happened and found it funny. He slapped playfully Trixie's face.

"Ohhh you cunt, it seems messing yourself is your hobby!" he laughed, before returning to his place.

The hellish trip continued. The pretty bodies were shaking in misery inside the small cages. The solid metal bars cut into flesh and bones. Gravitation pulled from below and the grates pushed from above, torturing the fragile female flesh. Knees and shins were hurting, knee-caps were throbbing, bent waists were numb from the unnatural position. Tender soles were pushed against cold metal and luscious toes were bruised against the iron. Breasts were pressed against thighs and deformed into shapeless fat bags. Iron grids drew web onto throbbing, white backs. Backward forced necks cramped shoulders and jaws, made breathing difficult. An awful stench filled the air and attacked sensitive noses. Fear and desperation poisoned foggy minds. The lorry was heading towards an unknown destination; the uncertain future was almost as bad as the pain.

No one knew how much time had passed. Three hours or maybe four? The girls in the lowest level were silent most of the time. Renata cried out sometimes when she struggled too much and the fresh blood awoke her numb nerves. Trixie was chewing and chewing all the time, some drops of disgusting, yellowish liquid had found their way through the duct-tape and dribbled down her chin. She was pale and perspiration covered her burnt forehead, her eyes were begging but only Aurelia could see her silent pleas. Jane was hanging half-conscious and she moaned hoarsely and  screamed out regularly and woke up for short kicking and struggling periods. The rings connecting her toenails with Trixie's and Aurelia's nose were tugging her feet back all the time, but the stretching made the caged women's nose bleed and also loosened the tissues that connected the big, thick nails to her toes. After several renewed kicking, the roots of her toenails were bleeding slightly, some drops of blood had fallen onto the faces of the ringed women. Jane lost her consciousness again and again. Her body was strong and although stimulants had been injected into her veins, her mind was beyond the limits of sanity.

The stench in the truck was getting nauseating. It was a mix of sweat, filth, vomit and fear hormones. The temperature had climbed to 35°C, causing all trapped bodies to shine under a thick layer of sweat. The prisoners were getting very thirsty, but none of them had yet dared to attract attention on her by asking for something to drink. Every 20 minutes, White and Black switched their place to refresh in the front, air-conditioned section of the truck. But in spite of that, they too were sweating profusely, making them irritable.

White was snoring peacefully on top of an empty cage. He whispered something while he was dreaming. Suddenly a pleasant melody filled the air, and a woman started to speak, her voice was nice and young, coming from high-quality loudspeakers.

"My dearest ladies and boys! Welcome on board of our collector truck. I hope you are enjoying your stay" she giggled in a tinkling tone. "My name is Jennifer, Jennifer Bright. I will be your... let's say… tourist guide on your way to Ashagen. All you need to know about me is that I am the most famous presenter of Ashagen's local TV channel and I've been living in Ashagen for eight years now. Some of you might meet me personally, I can hardly wait." she giggled again. "Ashagen is located somewhere deep in a desert. Our beautiful city was founded by an Arabian millionaire about ten years ago. Ashagen is hidden from most of the world's citizen, neither is it indicated on maps, nor even does it exist officially. Ashagen is a place where untold horrors are born, where the Globe's forbidden pleasures take place. Ashagen is a heaven for sadists and a hell for their unfortunate victims. For you! " the woman laughed. "Only a select few can ever see the city, mainly rich and evil peoples with their companions are allowed to enter this place of never-ending screams. Ashagen has about 20,000 citizens; most of them belong to the household of rich peoples who have their own palaces here.

Slavery is legal in Ashagen; actually the city was founded for giving a place to the modern world where slavery is not only accepted but the basic root of the society. Ashagen has more than 30.000 slaves, and almost all of them are enslaved against their will. Do you find any similarity with yourselves? The rotation of the slaves is extremely fast, more than 300 slaves die daily inside the city, making Ashagen the major buyer of the Earth's illegal slave markets.

We have fun here. All night and all day. Probably you won't find Ashagen too funny, but who cares about your desires? Please, do not think of yourself as a human being anymore. Not even as a living being. Think of yourselves as a tool or a toy, whose only purpose is to entertain Ashagen's citizens. Slaves do not have rights here. Actually, they don't have anything beyond their more-or-less attractive body, which can, and ultimately will, be destroyed.

The average lifetime of our slaves is about 100 days, but if you are lucky, you’ll leave this wonderful world much earlier. Some slaves can make it for years as favourite pets or yielded minions, but mostly class-one slaves have such luck. Class-three slaves are lucky ones, their average lifetime is only about two weeks after their arrival. Well yes, the arrival. You will be sent to the slave market where Ashagen's citizens can buy you. Your new masters and mistresses will decide of your fate, but please don't entertain too much hope. Most slaves end in private torture chambers. It is said Ashagen has more than two thousands different kinds of torture chambers altogether. We use every possible way to hurt human bodies that has ever been tried by creative torturers during history. You will find here citizens who love western role-plays and masters of Indian torture methods, but we also have SS prisons and medieval chambers. History is great, it was my favourite subject at school!

We organize weekly the famous and beloved Pain-bringer Games and the Final Scream Games as well. Some of you will have the chance to enter one of our lovely arenas. Our citizens love to play and also taking bids, so some of you might survive for a longer period there. If any of you were wounded but still useful or if your owners should get bored of you, you will find yourself in the Mengele Medical Centre. In one wing, slaves are healed just to be able to bear more pain, while in the other wing our skilled doctors help the human kind by working on useful experiments. They don't need rats...

You can try to escape, but as you know, we implanted a microchip into your body, so our satellites can easily follow you wherever you go. Runaway slaves have to face our hunting squadrons, and they DO love hunting. After your recapture and if still alive, you will be given back to your owner, who surely will be very upset. Generally, escape attempts mean more pain, but somehow there are always slaves who want to try.

That's all for now, I wish you a great tour in Ashagen with a quick death. Unfortunately for you, death comes rarely so fast and easily in our wonderful city. Enjoy!" the voice finished and a low crack indicated that the "introduction" was over. Stunned silence filled the truck. Even Jane remained silent as she digested what had been heard. All women were shocked.

Aurelia had managed to force her screaming mind to concentrate on what had been said. And now, she was trying to sort all the information she had been fed with. For a trained spy, there was plentiful of matter to extract from this speech. The first thing she was considering was the location of Ashagen. It was the most important information she wanted to gather. Mentally, she traced a circle of about 12h of driving around Carrick City and compared it to her mental map of North America. According to this, Ashagen was probably somewhere in the middle of the Chihuahan desert, in Mexico. The Agency’s satellite and remote-controlled aircraft would have to explore this region. A town of 50’000 citizens would not escape their attention for long. But of course, she would have to find a way to transmit this information to her superiors. She was confident about this point. This was her specialty: breaking free of any bondage and improvise communication links.

The main problem would be to find Jessica among 30’000 slaves… supposing she was still alive. Also, her time to complete the mission would be limited. 100 days. This was long enough for her to gather everything she needed, if she managed to break free from her owner fast enough.

Then, she would have to be extracted by the Agency. A difficult operation in a foreign country. She might have to resort to run through the desert. Despite what had just been said, she knew she could succeed running away. She had been trained in survival in all kind of environment, including deserts. She knew how to find water and food in the most arid places, and how to erase her traces. She would just have to find a way to kill the signal emitted by her implant. To this question she would turn in due time however. The issue at hand was now to survive the trip to Ashagen, and if no water was provided in the next few hours, this might prove difficult…

More long hours of sweltering travel passed. Whenever Billy woke up he started to squeal when he realized how much pain he was in, but the slaver in charge knocked him out all the time. Obviously they did not know whether Billy was to survive the trip or not. Class-three slaves were seemingly cheap and unimportant components. Jane's treatment was similar. All the other girls were tortured and treated roughly but none of them had been ruined so severely as the poor black woman.

At some point, White returned carrying a jerry-can. He stood in front of the moaning tower of suffering female flesh and announced, "Okay girls, it's time for some drink. I will be a nice guy and help you to adapt yourself to Ashagen's fashion. The city is in the middle of a fucking huge desert. Water is expensive in deserts. Slaves don't deserve to be fed with expensive materials, thus many of the slave owners only give them recycled H2O. No need to worry though. Thirsty as you must be by now, you will find the content of this can as delicious as manna." He laughed.

Opening the jerry-can, he placed the end of a hose into the can and sat on his heels by Nina's cage. He tucked the tube through the bars until its end reached Nina's lip.

"Take it in and slurp. You have 10 seconds..." he said and the dark-haired girl sucked on the hose between her sensuous lips. She started to suck making gurgling, wet sounds and did not stop until White yanked the tube out of her lips, laughing.

"Hey... you're a real vacuum cleaner!" he laughed. "It's always so sexy watching you pigs drinking on my and my buddies' piss." He lifted the jerry-can, placing it by Aurelia's head. "Hope you're ready, Beauty Bitch. Seems you lost a lot of moisture in the last hours." Smiling, he held the hose in front of the girl's face, and a yellowish drop of the thick liquid dripped from the end.

Aurelia could not suppress a grimace of disgust at the foul smell that emanated from the can and at the idea of what it contained. She was so thirsty though that she welcomed the moisture eagerly. She put her parched lips around the filthy tube and sucked as fast she could. The taste was horrid, acrid, salty and warm. It seemed as if their captors had collected their piss since days and let it boil in the sun to concentrate. She doubted it would extinguish her thirst but it was better than nothing. She gulped the foul liquid fast so as not to let it linger on her tongue. The tube was torn from her mouth much too soon. It left but bad taste behind and the urgent need for more. She began to retch and had to fight the urge to puke the little moisture she had managed to swallow.

White provided the stinky piss to Renata too. He was wicked enough to shove the hose into Trixie's nostril while lifting the jerry-can up until the foul liquid poured directly into her throat. Trixie already had difficulties with breathing, but blocking her air supply again made her struggle hard. Eventually she managed to swallow most of the piss. White did not bother with Jane or Billy. Human piss was too good to be wasted on class-three slaves.

The travel went on and on. The poor girls were moaning continuously. The short sip they had been given was much too small for the intense heat that was reigning in the truck and they went dizzy from dehydration. They began to moan in coarse voices for more water. This was Black’s turn and he waited some more for the moaning to increase. When the girls began to moan for water in spite of their terror, it was the signal that they were really desiccated. By the way, they still had a long way to go and they would not survive without more water. Finally he stood up and brought back a 10-liter bucket filled with some liquid.

“Here, you see, we are not that bad” he said. “Here is some more of the same nectar, two-week of age. You should thank us for being so thoughtful. Moreover, this time to spice it a bit, with have collected all the cum we have jerked off during this trip, thinking to you.”

All the girls grimaced at these words, but still stared at the bucket with eager eyes.

“But this time, we will proceed somewhat differently as don’t want to waste my time serving each of you individually.” He continued. “You will all drink directly from the bucket. But first, I have to change a few things.”

He pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and approached from Trixie. “Puuuh! Your mouth stinks like a dead cow! Don’t you ever wash your teeth?” he mocked her. And indeed, by now, the dead cock on which the poor girl had been chewing for hours had begun to rot in the hot atmosphere, emitting an atrocious stench. He punched the screwdriver several time in the tape that covered Trixie’s mouth, piecing as many holes in it. “Here, you should be able to get some drink through these.”

Then he climbed on the cages, his shoes just inches from Aurelia’s and Trixie’s face. He pulled a roll of plastic tape and wrapped it several time around the lower part of Jane’s head, sealing her mouth shut. He then hooked the bucket above the skull of the now gagged Black girl. There was a small faucet protruding from its bottom, which he opened enough to let a trickle of piss pour down over Jane’s bald scalp. The eyes and the nostrils of the girl widened as she realised she would be unable to drink any of it.

The piss flowed down Jane’s head and face, then along her torso, between her breasts, along her panting belly. From there, some dripped from her crotch directly to the floor, but the greatest part followed her legs to her feet. There Aurelia and Trixie had a chance to collect it. Aurelia opened her mouth wide to get as much piss as she could gather. However, it was not trickling directly into her mouth but on her nose, to which Jane’s toenail was connected. Therefore, most of the piss was lost on her face and continued its way down her own squatting body. She could feel it flowing down her sweat-layered skin to drip from her crotch and her legs onto Nina. The girl could move her head more freely than Aurelia, but the piss was dripping from so many place that she could not collect them all.

Black roared with a deep laugh, looking how the girls were wriggling to collect the stale liquid that was cascading on their filthy bodies. He sat on Billy’s cage and admired the show for the whole 20 minutes that the bucket took to empty. By that time, every girl had managed to collect a few mouthful of piss mixed with sweat and filth, with the exception of Jane who had seen all the liquid to flow over her parched but taped mouth.

The slaves had lost all notion of time when finally the truck came to a stop. They had been rolling for about 10-16 hours as per Aurelia's estimation. Two minutes had passed and the ramp was opened. Harsh light and hot air filled the truck, but the stench eased within seconds and even the dry and hot air felt good. Soon all the slavers got to their slaves and they started to separate them. The rings connecting septa to toenails were opened and removed. All of the cages were placed onto small wheeled trays and finally Jane was also stuffed into a cage like the other girls. All the women were at the threshold of their sanity and they were completely unable to say anything or even follow closely what was happening to them. One by one the cages were rolled out of the truck. When Aurelia's cage reached the open air, she had to close her eyes as the sun was shining so brightly that, after the dim truck box, it hurt her eyes.

The sky was clear without a single cloud. All around the horizon there was nothing else to see but sand. They were in the middle of some kind of camp. Half a dozen of trucks were waiting. Men similar to their slavers were all around walking and talking. Mercenary-looking guards were patrolling with machine-guns on their shoulder. Lots of rolling cages with prisoners in them were placed around under the hot sun. The camp was aloud from moaning and rough jokes. Right in the middle a grey freighter airplane was standing with the well-known sign of the Red Cross. The cargo hold door was open and the encaged prisoners were rolled into the plane and the workers returned with empty trays.

Dhonko showed up and caressed Aurelia's forehead.

"It's time to say good bye, Beauty Bitch. I hate the rule that we're not allowed to fuck the shit out of you, but I have to follow my orders. Maybe we will meet later in Ashagen, if you can make it long enough." he grinned. “But I want to leave you a souvenir, at least for the length of the travel.”

With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already half erected. He began to jerk off, the tip of his rapidly growing cock just above Aurelia’s head. The poor girl was helpless to prevent what she knew was going to happen. She could smell the musky, sweaty, nauseating stench coming from the cock, whose head was just a few inches from her face. After a couple of minutes, she saw Dhonko getting stiff and long bursts of warm sperm landed over her face, covering her eyes and soaking her hair. The black slaver whipped her softening cock over her face, streaking it with more cum. He then let burst another roaring laugh and left Aurelia alone.

The workers did their task very efficiently and the number of cages around decreased at a rapid pace. When Aurelia was rolled into the plane she realised that the plane was designed for only one purpose: carrying hundreds of cages to an unknown destination. Against the walls, a special frame was settled and the slave cages were inserted into stable slots four level high. It was hard to estimate the number of cages but Aurelia estimated it to amount to about three hundreds. She lost sight of all the other slaves collected by Dhonko's team and found herself placed into a slot with total strangers around her, mainly young girls, who were moaning in their cages. All of them were secured in the same manner as herself. After the short relief provided by the change of vehicles, the awful stench and smell of fear had returned, only in an even larger dose. Sweat-covered bodies, bleeding noses and “SoA” slave brands were all around in the hot cargo hold. Aurelia felt like she was poultry in a Kentucky Fried Chicken's farm.

After all the cages had been stored, the cargo hold's door was slowly closed, and total darkness fell onto the hundreds of suffering slaves. Big, powerful engines came alive and the aircraft started to shake. Five minutes later they started to roll and Aurelia could feel the lifting in her stomach when the plane finally left the ground. A long flight ensued. Hundreds of kidnapped women started to whisper in utter terror.

"My God! I can't stand this any more! Let me out! Please someone, let me out!"

"Huurt... my knees huuurrt so much... Help! Heeeeeelp!"

"Stupid wench, you pissed on me! I’ll gouge your eyes out!"

"My daughter! Haven't you seen my daughter? Long blonde hair, seventeen years old. She must be here somewhere!"

"We are going to die! We are all going to die! I don't want to die!"

"I'm sorry... so sorry... I couldn't resist... Had to shit..."

Aurelia had thought that the travel in the truck was hell, but now she realised she had been wrong. Now she was truly in hell. The cacophony in the dark hold was deafening. The air was thick with the stench of so many human beings packed in so narrow a space. This reminded her of the slave ships of the 18th century, except that the slaves had then had the luxury of being able to lie down, stretch all their length and see some light. Here, every slave was folded and squeezed in as cramped a space as possible. And then the cages were packed as close as possible without endangering the merchandise. Aurelia’s face was thus pressed against the bars forming the floor of the cage just above us. She could feel the shins and feet of her upper neighbour through the holes between the bars. She could feel her sweat dripping on herself, as her own sweat was no doubt dripping on the one she could feel under her own toes. From time to time, a stream of urine added to the foul rain, whenever an anguished slave could not suppress the urge anymore.

The noise caused by the engines and the cries of the slaves was such that it was impossible to communicate something else than distress and agony. Aurelia would not have been in a state for discussing anyway. She was but a ball of cramped fear and agony. She barely realised that she was been shipped far away, to a completely unknown destination.

The flight was long and the smell of fear and total desperation sneaked into the heart of every female and male encaged in the cargo hold. It was cold in the cargo hold, but the crowded bodies produced so much warmth. After long hours, some workers came into the cargo section and, using bailers, gave water - real water - to the slaves, pouring a full load into the thirsty, dried, gaping mouth of the suffering women. It was not much but had proven to be enough for the cargo to survive the long trip.

Aurelia could not feel her limbs anymore. Or rather, all sensation had been replaced by a latent pain, that exploded in a flash of agony whenever a weak squirm allowed some blood to rush into a long forgotten nerve. She believed she was going to get mad. She would never have thought it was possible to hurt so much without dying. But it could. And the travel seemed to have no end. The trepidations of the plane were embedding the cage bars deeper and deeper in her filthy, sweaty flesh. She realised she was moaning continuously, as all other prisoners were.

End of Part One