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

PART TWO – Welcome to Ashagen

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Chapter VI.a - Arrival to Ashagen

When the aircraft finally landed after more than 10 hours of flying, everybody was thirsty like hell again, and the dumb pain throbbing in the encaged bodies had driven several slaves to madness. Finally the door opened and sunlight blinded the slaves. Aurelia’s cage was removed from its slot and rolled out among the firsts, to a huge asphalt square. The sun was high above her head. Behind her the plane was parking, at the other side of the square a large, open gate led to a city. The air was dry and hot and the asphalt radiated so much heat that Aurelia started to sweat in a matter of seconds.

The city had some taller buildings as she could figure out rest of the houses were smaller or at least short, two or three levels in general. Workers were running around wearing clothes that reminded Aurelia period costumes. They were like servants from a movie played in Roman times, on the back of their tunic she could read the fancy letters: Ashagen.

Aurelia’s dazzled mind tried to work, to guess where they had landed. But the pain throbbing in her cramped body was such that she could not focus on anything else. She was reduced to a state of human wreck.

Aurelia was rolled into a van together with her former companions excluding Billy. She had no idea of how it had been possible to collect the same group together so fast after being separated during the flight; it must have had something to do with the chips implanted in their bodies. All the others were alive and Trixie still had her gag, so Jake's cock must be still rotting inside her mouth. Though, as she caught Trixie's facial expression, she realised that she wasn't chewing anymore, so she might have managed to swallow it all. None of them said a single word. They just acknowledged the fact that they were together again. They were placed in two rows inside the windowless van, the door was closed and they drove again together with two middle aged men in Ashagen's servant suit.

"How was your flight, slaves?" asked the taller, black haired man and he examined the girls' faces one by one. Nobody dared to answer. "What a well-behaving little team we have." he said and took seat on the lid of Aurelia's cage.

"I am the servant of Lord Adamar, who is one of the most famous slave traders in Ashagen. Lord Adamar paid good money for the collectors to have you here and he want to receive even more money on the slave market when selling you. This means two things. First, you must look as sexy and fresh as possible, so we'll wash you and even let you to rest in a bit more comfortable position. Tomorrow you will be displayed on the market. Second, you must attract the customers so we require you to behave as a true slave must. We want you to look sad and terrified. Your fear wakes up the needs for you in sadistic peoples. As we have had some lack of slave supply last week, you'll be sold within one day, I have no doubt. If not, the slave who couldn’t attract a customer will be sold to the Mengele Medical Clinic, which is not a fate I would suggest. I want to hear if you understand, one by one." he finsihed and started at Nina.

"I understood... sir." replied the girl. "Yhe... yhesss sir... yesss..." cried Renata. "Mmgghhh uuhhmmmm..." Trixie nodded. "Understood understood." whined Jane, she was in really bad shape. “Understood”, moaned Aurelia.

"Good. Now, I want to be sure you will behave as good slaves without causing any trouble. The rules are simple. Follow the orders. EVERY order, without hesitation. Do not speak unless you are asked. The simplest resistance means punishment, and you don't want to be punished in Lord Adamar’s house, believe me." he said, and the women soon had some picture of what punishment meant at the slave trader.

The van arrived in ten minutes to its destination and the door was opened. The cages were rolled out into a large, green garden. Despite the desert climate, the garden was rich, covered with healthy, meaty grass. All around palms, neatly cut bushes and colourful flowers grew, three bright white fountains spurted water in the air. Naked sirens, angels, and horned demonesses created different scenes on the top of the fountains. A huge, white, mottled building rounded the beautiful garden. An older but still muscular man was waiting for the slaves, wearing a fancy, white toga and uncountable golden jewels. At his feet three collared women were kneeling, their leather leashes led to the man's left hand.

Aurelia was frightened at the sight of the three women. At first glance, she was not quite sure if they were females but after a short inspection she had to realize they were unfeminized women. They were slaves, as the ugly burned marking on their forehead showed their status. Their skins were olive, they looked like Latinas. All of the three women had lost their breasts. Their chests were flat, and X shaped seams indicated the place where their breasts should have been. They were bald, their lips were filled up grotesquely making their mouth unnaturally big, giving them a constant O-shaped mouth. The lips could not be closed anymore but formed an almost round hole, all of them drooling like idiots. They had no teeth; their mouth was modified into an innocuous fucking hole.

"Release the new slaves!" the man ordered and released the leashes. The three women got on their feet and headed towards the cages. Their movement was strange and as one of them stepped to Aurelia's cage she had a closer inspection of the reasons. The woman had neither big nor pinky toe, and those amputations crippled her stable balance. This made Aurelia to curl her own toes in horror. At first sight Aurelia though that a dildo was inserted into her vagina, but from at very close sight she had to realize that the finger wide rod was inserted directly into her urethra. The back of her legs, her ass-cheeks and her back were like bloodless raw meat, not a single original spot remained there, as if she had been whipped and caned continuously. A callus covered all of the back of her body. The brand mark on her forehead was strange and confusing, and Aurelia soon figured out she wore two brands. The smaller one was a usual and healed class-two sign, and it was overwritten by a much bigger class-three sign, it was still leaking some tissue liquids.

At this, in spite of her fuzzy mind, Aurelia realised that slave class was not permanent. At least, it was always possible to go down the ladder. She shivered at the thought. She also realised there was no horror these men were afraid from committing. And there were horrors that no amount of chirurgic would ever fix. If ever she was reduced to such a state, she would be a cripple for all her life, even after the Agency had rescued her. She decided she would have to complete her mission in a matter of days in order to run no risk.

The horribly-modified woman freed Aurelia's wrists first, then she unlocked the padlock and opened the lid. Without any explanation - and Aurelia was quite sure she was totally unable to speak any coherent word - she grabbed Aurelia's shit-, piss-, cum- and sweat-covered red mane, and started to pull upwards. Soon another woman arrived for giving a helping hand, she slid her fingers under Aurelia's armpits and slowly raised the girl out of her cage. Both women were moaning as veins bulged in their necks, but within 30 seconds they managed to tip Aurelia's cramped and numb body over the cage's edge. Aurelia fell on the silky grass, unable to move any of her limbs to ease the fall, and laid there panting.

Aurelia was moaning in pain as the blood was slowly filtering back to her limbs and extremities. She was lying completely paralysed on the thick lawn, writhing. She was flexing her fingers and toes, trying to recover the use of her body.

All the others were released from their cages soon and five cramped women were writhing on the emerald green lawn. None of them was yet able to stretch her limbs but laid there moaning in almost foetal positions. As their heart started to pump blood into the numb places through their bloodstreams, renewed pain hit the limbs and joints as if they were on fire. Pitiful sobs and hoarse whispers fought over the garden. One of the service slaves grabbed Trixie's duct-tape and with a harsh yank she tore it from the fallen queen's mouth. Aurelia was lying just to the right of Trixie, and as soon as Trixie opened her disgustingly recolourized, excretion-covered mouth, an awful stench hit Aurelia's still sensitive nostrils. The man stood over the two women and looked at Aurelia.

"Why was her mouth taped?" he asked from the young spy, his eyes were smiling.

Aurelia looked at him with tear-filled eyes. “Our captor cut the cock of one of her body-guards and shoved it in her mouth. The tape was here to prevent her from spitting it” she answered, hoping that, by collaborating, she would earn a better treatment. She was longing for the period of rest that had been promised to them, looking forward to it to begin her mission.

"I see... Dhonko, you're such a bad mash!" he told to himself and smiled. "If that's the case I believe you want to share that taste with your girlfriend." he said. "Now crawl to her and I order you to kiss this class-two. I want to see a very long, wet snuggling. With passion. I want to feel that you're a tiger and have only one goal in your life; to devour her." he addressed his order to Aurelia and smiled again.

When Aurelia turned her head to see Trixie, the fallen queen smiled too. Her smile was evil, almost snarling, hatred and revenge were burning in her dark eyes. She licked her lips, showing hairs from Jake's cock and small chunks of unrecognizable tissues on her tongue.

It took Aurelia several seconds to understand the situation she had just been thrown into. Trixie’s face was probably the most disgusting thing she had ever seen, and the idea of kissing another woman was almost as terrible. But she also remembered very well the instructions they had been given in the van. Refusing to obey would bring her more torture and would maybe prevent her from doing her mission. As she reflected, she could feel all eyes focused on her.

She felt a kick in her kidneys. “Do it now!” barked the man.

Without procrastinating any longer, Aurelia decided to comply. She forced her arms to unfold a little, screaming from the pain it caused to her knotted muscles and joints and dug her fingers into the short grass. She managed to crawl closer to Trixie, whose face showed a mix of triumph and pain.

Their faces were now but centimetres apart. From there, the stench was even stronger. Trixie passed her tongue over her lips and parted her lips and what was meant as a sensuous expression. Aurelia suppressed a retch and got neared, closing her eyes and trying to forget the foul smell expelled by Trixie’s breath. She pressed her own parched lips against Trixie’s. The taste was even fouler. She felt Trixie’s tongue invading her mouth. This wicked, vicious lesbo was enjoying this! This disgusted Aurelia even more. She endeavoured to kiss Trixie back, trying to fake passion. She felt Trixie’s fingers grabbing the back of her skull and pressing her tighter against her sweat-covered face. She clenched her eyes tight. At least, Trixie was putting passion in this embrace. She hoped it would satisfy the man.

Trixie proved to be more than eager as her dominant, passionate kisses became wilder and wilder. She did what she wanted to do since she had glimpsed Aurelia, and despite her aching muscles she slicked her filthy body against Aurelia's. Trixie's fingernails scratched Aurelia's neck from behind as their lips were pushed harder and harder against each other, her long and foul tongue exploring Aurelia's oral cavity. Trixie bit the agent's lips, hard, making it bleed and slurped the tiny wound out devouring on Aurelia's blood.

The secret agent was soon overwhelmed by Trixie’s passion, feeling disgusted by the invasion of her mouth and by the strong smell, by the sweaty touch of their naked skins, by the stench emanating from their hairs. She felt the urge to push the lesbian away but she resisted it. She could probably have overpowered her opponent, but this probably be taken as disobedience by the man. Thus, she left herself kiss and bite, responding with ambiguous moans.

"Hahaha..." laughed the man and landed a kick between the women's skulls, separating their heads. "Enough you horny whores! You're here to suffer not to enjoy!" he said with a simpering smile. The women were still unable to coordinate their movements, but Trixie managed to catch Aurelia's glimpse for a moment. She winked at the redhead and licked a blood-drop from her lip. Her eyes were burning in strange, demonic desire. She got mad, the inhuman treatment she had to bear during the trip seemed to have destroyed her sanity. Aurelia shivered. She did not want to be left alone with this fury as this would certainly turn to a fight, and she did not want to attract unnecessary attention on herself.

"Prepare them for the bath! I don't want their stench to infect my garden." the man said and the three terribly modified slaves started to pull the women towards a nearby building. Two of them grabbed the arms of Aurelia first and dragged her away. Aurelia was unable to use her legs or resist in any way and had to forbear the rough dragging as if she were a lifeless corpse.

"Okay guys, good work. Park the car and come back, I want you to be here when the sluts regain their strength." the man ordered and the two tunic-wearing minions nodded. "Yes, Lord Adamar. We'll be back in five minutes."

As she was dragged across the lawn, Aurelia tried to collect her senses. The episode with Trixie had at least allowed her to take some rest and let the most burning pain to fade a little. She gathered all her memories since she had been debarked from the plane. There was little she could use though. They were obviously in a warm country. She had been able to see the time on the man’s wrist clock: around 10 AM. From this information she tried to assess what would be the height of the sun over the horizon at noon and derive her approximate latitude. She evaluated it to lie between Libya and Angola, although she had yet no mean to decide whether it was north or south of the equator.

The slaves dragged Aurelia to a huge room. The floor, the walls and even the ceiling were covered with tiles. On the walls, chains were hanging from the ceiling with steel cuffs at their end. Aurelia's body was lifted by two slaves while the third cuffed her wrists. When they released Aurelia, her soles slapped against the cold floor, her legs couldn't bear her weight so she was hanging by her wrists; her ankles were bent under her as if she were a rag-doll. Soon the other girls were dragged into the room and hanged in the same fashion, forming a row. Finally Lord Adamar entered the room too.

"Time to take a bath and get clean. This will be a very refreshing experience. Slaves! Take soaps and work on the bitches until they're clean like my ass." he said and the three unfortunate cripples did as he wanted. The man pushed a button on the wall and suddenly steaming hot water splashed from holes right onto the head of the chained women. All of them started to scream together. The jet was very strong, hot enough to cause pain but not enough to burn them. The cripples seemed to get used to the strong water-jets as they stepped under the showers with soaps in hands and started to work on the girls.

Aurelia pulled on her arms, causing her shackles to dig into the flesh of her wrists. Her legs were still too full of cramps to support her weight and she was reduced to a ridiculous puppet hanging from its threads. This left her completely unable to avoid the treatments that were applied to her.

The slave started with Aurelia's head, pushing the frothing soap against her cheeks and she rubbed it over and over her face. She ignored every protest, didn't take care of her as it burnt Aurelia's eyes. She even pushed the soap between her lips and forced the slimy thing into Aurelia's mouth. The hot water changed in a second and suddenly icy cold water splashed over their head making the women scream again. The cruel soaping went on without break, the soulless cripple worked on Aurelia's head like she was a piece of furniture. Her long, red mane was washed again and again as the strong water-jet was hitting them continuously. When her whole head was clean and her eyes were burning, foam bubbled from her ears, mouth and even from her nostrils, the cripple continued her work on her body, she was rubbing her gorgeous breasts, her flat abdomen, her bruised back, washed around her pelvis. The temperature of the water changed again to steaming hot and awoke her dumb senses, Aurelia start to feel sharp pain again, everywhere in her tortured body.

The slave soaped her ass globes and, without any solidarity, she also pushed the soap against her sphincter. She kept pushing mercilessly until Aurelia's muscles gave up and the big oval soap slid into her rectum. The slave took another piece of soap and continued her work. She washed Aurelia's pussy until it was foaming like the jaw of a rabid pit-bull. She forced that soap into her vagina, reached deep stretching the agent wide, making her gaping for air as the inner pain struck. Aurelia was not quite sure what was happening in her crotch but she felt like the cripple fisted her and left the soap inside her.

The slave continued with her long, lean legs, washing any filth down that had been collected during the hellish trip. She even washed every toe and every finger individually, removing every little spot of dirt from under the nails with a rough brush. The water changed again and again, and Aurelia lost her sense of time. When she was finally clean, cleaner than ever before in her life, the slaves moved to another chained woman, leaving Aurelia alone under the changing water-jet. She shitted out the slowly melting soap from her ass and the one in her vagina also slid out a bit later. When finally, after at least one hour of continual splashing, the water was shut off, her skin was sensitive and softened.

Aurelia felt like her skin had been pealed off by the vigorous cleansing and rubbing. But the massage had also had the effect of helping the blood to circulate through her muscles, reviving her strength. Seeing that her mates were still dangling limply from their chains, she preferred to imitate them and not reveal her superior training and resilience. Moreover, appearing weaker than she really was, was one of the best moves to do when captured. This could induce her captors to underestimate her possibilities and do a mistake. Thus, in spite of the pain in her wrists and shoulders, she kept hanging by her arms.

However, as the washing of the other girls went along, she felt pain growing in her rectum and pussy. The big soap bars that had been forced in were taking their toll inside her, pressing on her inner walls, pushing on her bowels and irritating the tiny scratches her orifices had suffered. She could not help her inner organs to move and try to expel the intruders. It was difficult as the soap bars were quite thick and were pressing against each other through the thin wall of tissue between her rectum and her pussy. Eventually though, Aurelia felt a bar stretching her labia wide and suddenly it fell on the floor, leaving her sex wide agape and dripping liquid soap. A few seconds later, her ass expelled its intruder as well, in a more violent and noisier manner.

Lord Adamar walked in front of the girls and inspected the wet bodies one by one.

"You're clean now but still weak. And I want very alive slaves for tomorrow, so you will start soon your well deserved, active rest." he said and ordered his outdoor waiting men inside.

"Help the freaks and take the slaves to the ChainHell chamber! Call for some guards also, I don't want to lose any this time, I want good money for them!"

Quite soon two other men arrived. Both of them wore the same white tunic as the guards in the van but these people were more muscular and their face was actually brutal. They reminded Aurelia Dhonko's guys. The five naked women were released from the bath and all of them collapsed on the wet floor. They were all exhausted, and despite the rough cleansing they all felt more comfortable. Fatigue hit them as their last two days were passed in a state of never-ending suffering, and at the first chance where the constant pain eased for a movement they gave themselves to the seductive rest.

"Shit, don't let these whores sleep, men! Take them immediately!" Adamar shouted and every white girl was grabbed by a guard. They were pulled onto their trembling feet by their hairs - all guards used the same fashion of forcing the women - and they headed towards the door, dragged as they were still unable to stand or walk properly.

Aurelia continued to fake weakness despite the added pain it involved. Her scalp was in fire as she was yanked by her hair. Her legs were not completely relieved either and it was not too difficult for her to fake wobbliness as she followed the gorillas at a hesitant pace. As she walked doubled over, her big breasts were bouncing under her chest and she crossed her arms on them to stop the disagreeable sensation.

Adamar whistled to the mutilated slaves like they were dogs and they pulled the absolutely motionless Jane after the others. They passed long, nice corridors with hundreds of sculptures. Winged horses, beautiful mythical females of all kind fancied Adamar's house.

After a two-minute "walk" they entered a large room that was like a sinister gym at first sight. The room had no solid ceiling but a gigantic window let through the sunshine. Right below the glass roof, a complicated system of iron beams was seen with rails for the several chains hanging from them. The whole system seemed to be fully automated and the chains were able to move both horizontally and vertically all around the room. At the end of the chains, steel shackles or leather straps were attached. The place was very similar to the imagery of hell from the Hellraiser movies as the hundreds of chains were hanging there, some of them swung slowly and collided with metallic clangs.

"Slaves! This is our training room for newcomers when we want to bring them in shape, and for old furniture when we want them to suffer." Adamar said. "This mechanism was very expensive and requires regular maintenance, but it serves well. It is controlled by a heavy-duty computer which has countless programs for quickening the human body, for training the human body, and if I wish to torture or tear apart the human body." he explained in a cold voice. "Unfortunately, the computer's main operational system is a Microsoft product and we faced some minor malfunctions in the past. All malfunctions were lethal. You have value at this time so I really don't want to lose you, but there still exists a slight chance, I'm so sorry. Welcome to the ChainHell." he finished his introduction and nodded to his men. "Fasten the cunts. Leather straps this time, the survivors should remain as spotless as possible." he ordered.

The guards started to work and dragged Nina to the closest chain with leather straps. Her wrists were strapped individually to two different chains and the man repeated the process on her ankles too. "Workstation 17 is ready!" he reported and Adamar picked a small, calculator-like device from under his toga and started to type something with fast movements. Suddenly the winches came alive on the ceiling and Nina's chains raised up with loud clangs. First her arms were winched into the air and her ankles followed until she was raised from the floor and was floating about half a meter high. Poor Nina screamed and screamed again as the machine forced her into an X shape, she lost the ability to control anything again. She had become a marionette. Every muscle and tendon was outlined under her stretched skin. Her trembling body was obviously at the verge of dislocation, her joints elongated at a most painful length.

When her terrified screams lowered Adamar started to speak. "The machine scans your body, the length of your limbs so theoretically it is impossible to dislocate or tear your joints accidentally. Of course my commands are executed so I can do whatever I want to your weak body." he said and smiled.

Renata and Jane were fastened also to the hellish machine and raised in mid air. Their screams brought back the memories of the awful trip. Only Trixie and Aurelia remained free and the guards approached them to finish the preparations. Thoughts whirled through Aurelia's mind. Was that the right time and place for free herself? Was she strong enough for defeat five men? Could she take the risk to let Adamar use his diabolic machine on her?

Aurelia considered her options fast. She might have been able to cope with the four gorillas, provided they had no proper training in martial arts but were just what they looked like: crude, over-muscled brutes. But she was far from having recovered completely and fighting would doubtlessly attract a lot of unwanted attention on her. She doubted she would be able to run for long with half the estate’s guard on her heels. Knowing that Adamar hoped to get a high price for her at the auction, she was confident she would not be maimed by the machine.

She looked at the leather straps holding the other girls’ limbs. This would be the first time she would be bound with soft material since her abduction. If she were left alone in this room, she might be able to break free. Maybe during the night would she find an opportunity?

Aurelia did not resist when the men tightened the leather straps around her wrists and ankles. She discretely clenched her fists and feet as they did their job, feigning being in pain. As they buckled the straps, this left a little more room around her joints. Far from enough to let her slip away directly, but every bit of freedom might prove useful later.

Once she had been readied, she felt the chains vibrating as the slack was slowly removed from them. Her arms were pulled over her head and separated while her feet were slid apart. Her body was lifted of the floor and her limbs stretched some more, putting her in a wide, obscene posture. The tension increased slowly and regularly as the computer was measuring her body. She contracted her muscles and resisted the traction with all the strength she could gather from her sore fibres, in the hope to fool the electronic sadistic brain in believing she was shorter than fore real. This too might be useful later.

Her arms and legs bulged and twisted in her efforts to resist the motors. Her abs formed a column of steel inside her belly. Her face was grimacing. Beads of sweat were pressed out of every pore in her skin as she resisted. The motors were humming loud as they pulled stronger and stronger. The calibration took a long time as the computer was obviously disturbed by the trembling of Aurelia’s limbs. It does not either dared to put to much strength, lest it would dismember her victim if she indeed was at the maximum of her stretching.

But Aurelia’s sore muscles were tiring rapidly. Millimetre by millimetre she felt her limbs pulled apart. Whenever an arm or a leg lost a little ground, the computer grabbed it avidly and did not let it go ever. It was like a cruel, four-fold tug-of-war. Aurelia was grimacing and moaning as she felt her limbs stretched relentlessly.

And suddenly it stopped. Aurelia was surprised. She was stretched, yes, but not as painfully as she could have been. She had succeeded in fooling the machinery, and in order to fool the humans looking at her, she kept her muscles clenched to fake complete extension, while grimacing and groaning as the other victims were doing. Her breasts were heaving fast as she was panting hard. Sweat was dripping from her taut body and her sex was gaping wide between her distended thighs.

After Trixie was too fastened to the machine, the guards stepped back and gave space for Adamar. The women were floating in mid-air, not too far from each other, Aurelia - maybe accidentally, maybe not - faced Trixie. Although stretched to the maximum the wicked woman smiled at her again and forced her crotch to protrude towards Aurelia. She didn't say a word but her obvious gestures were worth any word. She wanted her. For sex, and for any wicked game that could come to the mind of that insane fury. Fortunately, Trixie was not anymore in the status for gratifying her pleasures.

"Slaves! The first exercise will be some trampoline. Without elastic rubber of course, just you and the machine. This will speed up your heartbeat and rouse your muscles." Adamar said and pushed some buttons. The chains came alive and with scary noises the naked female bodies were pulled towards the ceiling. Frightened screams reverberated between the walls, Nina, Renata and Jane did their best as always. Trixie wasn't screaming but moaning only and despite the increasing tension in her limbs she was staring at Aurelia with wide open eyes, devouring on Aurelia's breasts, sex and face. They reached almost the ceiling, about 20 meters high.

Suddenly the chains got loose and the women fell. Shrieks of mortal fear filled the room. For one, very long second the chains let the limbs move free and the girls trashed around with great might during the fall. The floor sped towards them, their wide open eyes filled with utter terror, knowing the crash was close. Just before the last possible moment, the machine took charge and slowed the insane fall, the chains tugged on the women limbs and the bodies slowed down just to be stopped with an almost tendon-tearing yank right above the floor.

All women were laid horizontally, their faces were not more than 20 centimetres above the dirty floor. As Aurelia and Jane had the far largest breasts from the five slaves, their tits slapped against the floor causing harsh pain. They were simply too close and their hanging breasts laid on the floor when the crazy fall finally ended. Aurelia felt as she was able to lick the ground if she wanted. Trixie raised her head, her long black hair lifted from the floor. She stared at Aurelia and smiled, she was drooling like an idiot but her eyes were full of life.

"Shit, I was unaware of those huge udders." Adamar grinned. "Some more crash like that and we can serve the bloody pulps for dinner..." he murmured and made some changes. Both Aurelia's and Jane's chains holding their ankles rose until their bodies were at almost 30 degree with the floor. "This will keep your milk bags safe but the face remains as it should be" he said.

Adamar waited for some seconds and let the machine pull up the women again. The machine was programmed cruelly. This time they were not pulled so high but without any warning the fall started about middle height, totally unexpectedly. Screams and a big yank at the end again, Renata pissed herself. The process was repeated three more times, and the unfortunate slaves could never know when the chains would get loose and let them fall. The falls were hideous enough to make the girls cry and plead but the rough yanks at the end were even worse. It stretched every joint in their already tortured body to the limit where the pain totally overwhelmed the mind and all they could do was just gaping and screaming some moments later until the pain eased a bit in their limbs.

"It seems you are enjoying our little game here." Adamar said and grinned. One of the cripples was kneeling before him and the slave trader was slowly fucking her extremely big and obscenely modified, wet mouth. "We should make it a bit more exciting. I guess you are all fucking hungry." he said, and Aurelia felt her stomach answer... she was very hungry. Although during the bath she had been able to drink as much water as she could and the threat of dehydration had vanished she had not eaten anything for almost three days.

"I give you a chance for eating, bitches. It won't be too easy but if you're smart whores enough to fight for what you need. Survival is everything in Ashagen." he said and pumped his cock deep into the unfortunate slave's throat, cutting her air supply. The girl was heaving and her eyes bulged from their sockets, her face turned blue but Adamar finally decided to have mercy and with a disgusting wet sound, he let his cock out, giving the girl a chance to take a breath. Aurelia just discovered that a small bucket was under the girl's chin, whih was already half filled with the sticky saliva coughed up every time Adamar fucked her throat too deep or too long. The girl coughed up another gob of yellowish saliva, which landed into the bucket too. "And I don't want you to eat your dish without any lubrication, so I have already prepared some for you." he said and hinted to his men. Bring in the slave food, guys!"

Soon a plate was placed under the face of every woman, and the plates were full of bloody, raw, uncertain kind of chunks of meet. The women were raised higher and a guard poured some of the thick saliva over every plate.

"The rules are simple. Twenty falls, three seconds between the landing and lift off for every occasion. If you bend your neck you will easily reach the food. If you are good enough you can eat the whole. As you're hungry you should eat all. If any of you won't finish with her meal... well... I will take that as a refusal. You should prove me how much you appreciate my hospitality, whores. If you don't... I will be sad... and angry." he finished with a sadistic grin and the chains started to raise the girls higher and higher.

Aurelia braced herself for what was going to happen. Her shoulders were aching from the sever yanks they had already sustained, and there was going to be 20 more. Before she had time to reflect longer, she felt her heart heaving as she plunged once again towards the floor, her hair flowing above her. She stopped with a painful jerk that stretched once more very tendon and joint of her body and made her ample breasts to bounce, her nipples barely brushing the floor this time.

Before she had time to collect her mind and reach for the awful plate of meat that was just centimetres from her face, she felt lifted once more in the air. She stretched her neck desperately, trying to nibble at the meat but only succeeded in dipping her nose in the foul, sticky, rancid dressing that Adamar had just spread over the meal. She groaned with frustration and heard all the other girls uttering similar protests.

Again she suffered the anguishing hoist. The longer it took, the more time she had to recover, but also the scarier it was and the more painful the subsequent fall. Her stomach was groaning from hunger and she was drooling uncontrollably. She contorted her limbs, pulling on the chains to no avail.

And suddenly she was falling again. She could not get used to that mind-screwing feeling of falling to her death. Once again her body was jerked to a halt. She believed she had heard her joints creaking under the strain. She tried to reach down to the meal and managed to grab a bite just before being hoisted once again. As she was lifted in the air, she chewed on the foul matter. The taste of the regurgitated sperm was mixing with that of the rotten meat. It was making her belly to twist from disgust, but her hunger was so strong that she wolfed it all down before reaching the apex of the hoist.

And the process continued, fall after fall. Each cycle putting more strain on her arched spine and stretched joints. Whenever the fall was not too high, she managed to recover her mind fast enough to grab a mouthful of meat. Her face was covered with bloody and sticky juices.

At the end of the last fall, while her limp and cringing body was hoisted for the last time, her plate was still half full. But what she had managed to swallow was already beginning to strengthen her.

"Hahaha... you were really starving, slaves!" Adamar roared, he enjoyed the show really much. "It must be enough for today, I don't want you to get fat. Slender whores are more valuable these days. Whatever, you still need to move around until you recover your strength, your following owners might want to play with you already tomorrow so I will offer them meat in perfect shape." he pushed several buttons again and the machine did as was commanded. The girls were moved into a standing position and soon formed a row, Aurelia was facing Trixie's back at about half a meter distance.

"As I really want you to take an active part in your recovering we change a bit. The game is simple: I want you to kick the ass of the mate in front of you. The machine won't let you do that too easily, but it is possible to reach those shapely globes. Actually, once your foot gets close enough, the machine will let you kick freely so the kicks will be as hard as possible. My lovely computer is going to register the reacting force you evolve against the chains. If any of you attempts to fool me and doesn't do her best to reach the goal... I mean the ass before her... well, you really don't want to make me angry, do you cunts? By the way, take this as a contest. The computer will be measuring the force and the number of your kicks. The girl with the lowest impact will get a special reward…" And Adamar pushed the start button.

Aurelia felt the chain on her ankles tremble and pulling up. Her task was to reach forward with her feet but the metallic power deflected her efforts upwards, making her do some almost funny flinking movements instead of kicking right Trixie's white ass globes. She tried to understand the machine's trick and figure out how to land a kick on the wiggling bottom when suddenly she felt a very strong strike against her left ass cheek. It was not only strong and made her shiver in her humiliating bonds but she also felt something has scratched her skin. Jane was behind her, and her ugly, long and thick toenails frayed her ass. Trixie also found the right way to land a really powerful kick onto Nina's soft bottoms, the successful kick made Trixie whinny in crazed sadistic lust.

Aurelia’s next kick reached its goal and lifted a yelping Trixie’s feet from the floor. And then she started again. The show was rather ridiculous as each girl tried her best to kick the one in front of her in between the kicks she was herself suffering. Their grunts and yelps echoed through in the large room. The girls were all sweating profusely from the exertion, but none of them dared to slow her activity. Only the first girl in the row, who had nobody to kick at, was able to get some painful rest. Aurelia’s ass was soon cruelly marked by Jane’s dark toe claws. Trixie’s ass too was lacerated by the cover agent’s relatively long toe nails.

The almost childish but deeply humiliating kicking contest went on for a very long time. None of the women dared to rest. The computer changed the intensity of the chains' resistance from time to time, and in 15 minutes cycles it also mixed up the girls. Aurelia hated Jane's every kick, her legs were strong and her toes were weapons, but Nina and Renata proved to be less painful kickers. More than one hour had passed and every ass in the row was red and easily bruised from the never-ending kicking. When the computer made its set up for the last round. Every muscle in the women's legs was aching from the continual strain and every strike caused harsh pain in their asses for that time. Aurelia was moved in the front of the row and Trixie was hanged behind her.

"You will learn now what hell is!" she hissed and whinnied. "What an ass! The best target ever..." Trixie whispered and suddenly the game continued. Aurelia could do nothing but wait for the kicks, and Trixie didn't let her wait for too long. The agent could not believe how much strength remained in the fallen queen's legs when the first kick reached her ass. Trixie aimed directly at Aurelia's asshole, where the two perfect semi-sphere joined, and her kick felt like a hammer blow. Not only her bottom but her spine and her whole pelvis exploded in harsh pain.

"Yessss... yesssss... feeel it you cuuuunt???" Trixie wheezed and let another strong kick strike Aurelia's defenceless ass. For her luck, the computer sensed the intensity of Trixie's furious kicks and increased the resistance, preventing any severe damage Trixie might have caused to Aurelia. Trixie did her best to kick as hard as she could but after a few minutes, she lost her battle against the machine, which saved Aurelia from being crippled.

When the last round was over and the women were separated, all of them were exhausted beyond their limits. Moreover, each of them has gathered new hate for her mates. Each of them had done her best to kick the girl in front of her, not wanting to be deemed the laziest. They were all panting hard and their butts glowed red and blue shades. Sweat trickled down their glistening skins, as they waited in fear for the announcement of who was the loser of the contest.

"Great show! Great show!" Adamar cheered as he was viciously fucking the mouth of her slave. "I knew the raven bitch is a sadist, she did what I expected from her. But it's a surprise that our third-class nigger cow also seemed to enjoy the kicking... that might increase her value a bit." he said. “Now, let’s see who was the lazy girl among you.”

He typed a few commands on the keyboard, and looked at the statistics the computer presented. “And the loser is…” he announced, making a pause to let the fear root itself deeper in his prisoners’ minds. “Class two blondie!” he finally proclaimed, a cruel tone in his voice.

"Well... well.. it’s almost 2pm. I give you some time now, cunts, and I will return after lunch." he said and with a mighty slap sent the cock-sucking slave onto the floor. "Take care of them guys, let them rest a bit on the mattresses." he ordered and left the gym, leaving five, gasping, exhausted slaves behind him.

Adamar returned about two hours later. The sun was still shining brightly. He looked satisfied and was smiling. The women had really been resting for the period of his lunch, the heavy chains laid them almost gently onto huge mattresses where the panting slaves could finally relax for a while. These 120 minutes were there first time since their kidnapping when they could rest really. All of them lay there without a movement or saying a word. Only Renata was sobbing silently. She was scared of what horrors might wait for her once their owner returns. None of Adamar's minions left the gym for that time, although they all ate sandwiches and sometimes fed small chunks to the kissing-mouth cripples.

"I'm back, lazy bitches!" Adamar shouted and the chains came alive, raising the women up from their almost comfortable mattresses. "So, where shall we proceed? Oh. I remember. Blondie! You were the weakest link in our lovely kicking contest. As I declared the loser will have a very special reward for being such a worthless, weak cunt. Release her, guys!" he ordered, and Renata was soon unfastened. She was standing there with trembling legs and wide open eyes. Her wrists were tied behind her back with leather straps. Adamar set up a new scenario on his device and the other four slaves were lowered in mid air, their feet about waist level from the ground. Adamar positioned himself at the mouth of his favourite throat-slave and with one, long thrust he shoved his monstrous member deep into the woman's throat.

"Now, as you rested a lot during the previous exercise I want you to do some real sport, slave." he explained to Renata. "Your task is very simple again. I want you to approach the feet of every hanging slave, and I want you to bite them. I fucking don't care where you bite, toes, or soles or heels or whatever, but the bites are effectual only if you can draw blood. Four cunts, eight feet, eight bleeding wounds is what I want to see. You're not allowed to bite off anything from their feet! If you cause serious damage or mutilate a single pinky-toe you will be transformed into this." he pointed the cripple at his legs fighting for air. "Of course your slave mates might not want you to bite them. They will kick, they will fight. The machine will control them enough to slower their kicks, but a nice head kick will still be very painful. Also, my man will use that nice leather whip in his hand whenever he feels you do not put your greatest effort into this little, tricky game. Let the game begin!" he laughed and nodded to his minion.

Renata was still digesting what was expected from her when the first blow landed on her already red ass. She shrieked out and jumped forward, directly into Nina's legs. The young beauty screamed out also and raised her legs but the machine suddenly yanked on her ankles and Nina's movement broke, her feet fell back. Another blow landed on Renata's skin and the pain made her get into action. She opened her mouth and with fear-fed rage, she tried to bite into the side of Nina's left foot. She almost reached her mate's flesh but Nina kicked sideward. Her foot met with Renata's forehead and the blonde girl fell onto the ground. Two lashes trailed angry red marks on her belly until she jumped back onto her feet. Renata was grinding that time, her sad eyes turned to flashing. She jumped forward again and that time she stroke well, before Nina could parry Renata's attack the healthy teeth reached the soft ankle and Renata sank her teeth deep into her girlfriend's foot. Nina's scream filled the room as she yanked her foot out of Renata's jaws, spurting red blood drops around.

"One done, seven to go!" Adamar laughed and fucked his slave's face with even more might. Renata did not rest but stepped Nina's other side and attacked her other foot. The pain caused by Renata's sharp teeth made Nina resist with even more might, and the next blood-bite took almost five minutes. Nina kicked Renata's head and shoulders three times before the blonde could finally sink her teeth into the ball of Nina's foot. The wound was small, more of a bruise, but it started to bleed slightly and Adamar declared it as a good strike.

Renata rested for a few seconds, panting heavily and thinking. Her vision jumped from the three remaining pair of feet dangling before her. When the whip finally kissed her ass she headed towards Aurelia and stopped for a moment just outside Aurelia's kicking range. Renata was actually snarling, red drops of Nina's blood painted her white teeth and pale lips. She wanted to finish with the most agile opponent, until she had her strength.

"Don't move, red bitch!" Renata wheezed. "Make this easy for both of us... AAOOOOOHHHHH!!!" she screamed out as another blow hit her. She jumped forward; her teeth and eyes were blinking. She became a beast driven by fear and pain.

Aurelia’s eyes were reduced to thin slits as he peered at her opponent, ready to react to any attack. She had to stay on the defensive as Renata was able to stay out of her reach until she decided to attack. The blonde girl was rubbing her face where Aurelia’s foot had landed. She realised the auburn-haired girl was a much tougher opponent than Nina. She began to leap from side to side, forcing Aurelia to contort her neck to follow her moves. The secret agent was also pulling on her arms to twist her body, trying to keep facing the bound woman. Her legs were half flexed, as ready to kick as biting cobras.

To Renata, the game was very scary. To bite, she had to bend forward and push her face at the encounter of kicking feet. All her instinct screamed to stay away. But the repeated lashes on her butt forced her forward.

Aurelia feigned to lower her guard, as if tired of keeping her legs up. Renata fell into the trap and darted for her right toes. At the last moment, Aurelia pulled her foot backwards while sweeping with her left leg. The blonde’s teeth bit the air and she was slightly unbalanced by her opponent’s dodging. The fractions of seconds Renata needed to recover were sufficient for Aurelia to close the trap she had opened: her left leg hooked itself behind her opponent’s neck, preventing her from backing away. An instant later, her right leg joined the left one, she crossed her ankles and began to squeeze Renata’s throat between her legs. The blonde’s head, protruding from between Aurelia’s knees, grimaced a panicked look. Her mouth gaped wide, her tongue protruding, her breath hissing as she fought desperately to bring fresh air in her burning lungs.

Aurelia looked at her from above, grunting whenever Renata succeeded in launching a more desperate yank, which pulled hard on the agent’s cuffed wrists. She could have killed her on the spot by crushing her throat between her powerful thighs. Renata’s struggling were becoming weaker and weaker as her strength bled away from lack of oxygen. Her legs were wobbling, her face was red and puffy, her fingers were clawing helplessly the air as she contorted her bound arms. Eventually, Aurelia opened her legs and her attacker fell loudly on the floor, panting hard and hissing as she massaged her sore throat.

Renata crawled on her knees out of reach of Aurelia and stood up. Her eyes were shooting hateful firebolts. She was still panting and she was sweating profusely, but she had recovered enough to continue the fight. A lash landed on her butt and she yelped in pain. She had to keep attacking. She darted once again towards Aurelia’s feet but this time she received a dreadful heel-kick right on the top of her skull, which sent her to the dust in an explosion of shooting stars.

Renata gritted her teeth while groaning at Aurelia. Again she darted at her and again she was kicked down. The secret agent seemed incredibly fast. The blonde’s head was buzzing. She had received so many kicks. Aurelia seemed so fresh in comparison, despite the strain in her shoulders. Renata was despairing to ever succeed in biting her feet.

Aurelia was towering above Renata, a tired smile on her lips. The blonde girl was so slow to her. She kept repeating the same errors again and again. It was getting boring. This girl was so stupid: she almost deserved the beating and her slavery. Aurelia saw her opponent giving the same obvious signals she was going to launch her attack. She got ready to dodge and kick. But as she tried to pull back her foot, her leg was stopped by the chain. She yanked harder on her leg, but her foot did not move a centimetre. Already Renata had grabbed her big right toe in her mouth. With a grunt, Aurelia switched to plan B and directed her left foot on a collision course with the blonde’s temple. But her left foot too was blocked by the chains.

Adamar too had gone bored at the repeating pattern of Renata’s attacks and Aurelia’s kicks. He had discretely typed a command on the terminal to end the cruel game. With uncontained rage, Renata clenched her teeth on the big toe and began to chew on it. She did not stop until she had Aurelia moaning and thrashing in agony, her leg unbreakably held immobile by the chain system. After a long and slow torture, Renata gave the coup de grace by drawing blood from the throbbing toe.

Realising that Aurelia was still stretched taut by the chains, she placed the left big toe in the corner of her mouth, between her molars and she mumbled “Now, you are going to pay for what you have just done to me. I’m not going to leave you alone until you beg me for biting your toe to the blood!” Aurelia, seeing the hate spilling over from Renata’s eyes, felt her throat clenching. She tried to jerk her toe from the angry jaws, wiggling her foot as much as the chains allowed her. But immediately, Renata clenched her teeth harder, keeping the sensitive piece of flesh and bone in place. She began to chew again, gritting her molars against the knuckles and the toenail, sending waves of pain up Aurelia’s trembling leg. Soon Aurelia was moaning and crying, her muscles bulging as she desperately fought the chains. Finally, the proud agent was forced to comply to Renata’s humiliating condition. “Please, I beg you, bite me to the blood!”.

“As you wish!” answered Renata, a cruel grin on her face. She let go of the big toe and seized the pinky one instead. A quick bite with her front teeth broke the skin and drew blood, while extracting an ultimate yelp of pain from Aurelia’s coarse throat.

Renata was panting heavily; the fight with Aurelia was hundred times harder than the one with Nina. She spat out a broken tooth and turned to Jane, who was whining loudly at the sight of the bloody-mouthed fury.

"Come on blondie bitch! Do that! Draw blood!" he shouted and cut the air supply of the kneeling slave again. "Inject her with the stimulants! I decided to let her die today, and I want her feel what dead means!" he said and a guard injected something into the arm of the mouth raped slave. "They can suck me to unconsciousness anytime, but there is no fun killing senseless meat!" he smiled and started to fuck the slave's mouth, two guards even stretched arms sideward and held them still.

In spite of the recent washing, exertion had caused the Black girl to sweat abundantly. Her sweat seemed to be naturally foul-smelling. The strong odour was already hardly bearable around her feet, crotch and armpits. This did not stop Renata. She attacked Jane's sturdy feet while Adamar fucked the wet throat of his slave with long thrusts. Jane was fighting with all her might but Renata proved to be more experienced and much cleverer. Within two minutes the dark skin was fancied with the marks of Renata's teeth. Trixie proved to be a much complicated opponent, and she was screeching like a banshee all the time while the crazed kicks and even more bestial bites went on.

Adamar reached the top when Renata bate deep into Trixie's ankle from behind and shook her head as if she wanted to rip out Trixie's Achilles tendon. Adamar's body tensed, he thrust his cock into the slave’s throat and pinched her nose. The poor slave was shaking as if she were electrocuted. Horrible sounds emerged from her throat, mixed with Trixie's high-pitched screams and Renata’s animalistic grunts. The slave's oesophagus convulsed around Adamar's shaft and he emptied his balls directly into the girl's gullet. Her eyes widened, tiny arteries broke in her eyeballs and she was spasming and spasming for long seconds, when suddenly her eyes rolled back and she collapsed. Renata let Trixie's ankle free spurting more blood onto her own face. Adamar's cock slid out of the dead girl's mouth with a disgusting sound followed by his sperm and maybe litres of thick saliva.

"Ohhhhh... that was so nice... what a great day!" Adamar exulted and smiled happily. Huh... I adore this kind of endings! Okay guys, chain back the beast, the aestheticians will be here in one hour. Clean up the mess and prepare the slaves for the night. They will have their great day tomorrow!" he gasped and smiled and smiled.

The corpse of the dead slave was dragged out and all five slaves were chained again to the machine. All of them were tired, anger and hate built inside their heart. For that time not only Trixie but all the others hated their mates. The cruel way Adamar had forced them to torture each other had left deep impacts in their souls. Adamar left and his remaining two cripples followed him, but the guards stayed in the gym and placed six mattresses onto X marks on the floor in different spots of the huge room. The women were raised in the air again and the machine trained them with relatively less painful stretching exercises until the sun started to set.

It was twilight when a couple arrived, escorted into the gym by Adamar himself. Both of them wore comfortable middle class clothes. The man was about 40 year old, clothed in jeans and jacket; he was handsome and smiling. The woman was younger, maximum 30 year old, wearing jeans also with black high-heels and a black top; she wore bracelets as she entered smiling brightly.

"What a nice set of slaves you have collected again, my friend!" the man bowed before Adamar. "It will be a pleasure to prepare them!" he said and the woman walked under the stretched slaves, she inspected their bodies and licked her lips. Aurelia knew the signs very well, Trixie had taught her how to recognize lesbians.

"Very nice indeed..." she said and smiled back to Adamar. "They smell like rotten meat now but in the morning you will have five perfectly pampered princesses." she said.

"My friends, Laura, Mikee, they are all yours. You know how to control my machine, have fun with my slaves. Please take care of them as always and make them the most valuable merchandises on the market!" Adamar finished. He shook hands with the man and left the room together with his guards.

"Where shall we start, darling?" Mikee asked and Laura pointed at Aurelia without hesitation.

"Let's do the redhead... she looks awesome!" Laura answered and Mikee typed something on his remote control. Aurelia was lowered onto a mattress while the others were raised higher. Aurelia was laid on the mattress, face down. The machine could easily turn her around by rearranging the length and positions of the chains. Mikee brought two big suitcases and they opened them. The woman bent to Aurelia's face and tickled her chin.

"What's your name, sweety?"

Aurelia looked at the woman, trying to guess her character. “My name is Aurelia” she answered.

"I see your owner treated you like any other useless trash bag... bruises and cuts on your bottoms, minor wounds around your ankles and wrists... Ohhh my God... teeth marks on your toes! I told him several times not to disfigure fresh slaves by hurting their feet! By the way... your feet are just perfect. Would you let me inspect them closer? Yes? You're so nice to me..." she cooed and softly caressed Aurelia's toes. "They are sooo lovely, honey... so soft... long, luscious toes... what perfectly formed nails... long and wide, and you even let them grow to be beautiful and sexy... you cannot understand how much I adore your feet, sunshine..." Laura whispered and took a white, balmy, soft towel.”

In spite of her tiredness, Aurelia let appear a smile on her face. Those were the first kind words she had been gratified with since so many hours. This was the first person who was treating her as a human being. Even though Aurelia knew she was here to prepare her for the slave auction – a dehumanising matter if there had ever been one – she still appreciated the care. She printed her figure in her brain. When this whole lot would be brought to their trial, she would witness this one was not as bad as the others.

"We’ll clean you first, remove every little spot of dirt and your awful smell." she explained and started to towel Aurelia's body, slowly, lecherously. She didn't insult Aurelia, didn't touched her sex but carefully wiped the naked pussy with the towel, she paid cautious attention to her curves and carefully cleaned every spot of Aurelia's face too. She treated her hands and feet like they were porcelain, wiped between her fingers and toes and with a tiny, soft brush she cleaned even the underside of Aurelia's nails and toenails.

"I guess I know why you have chosen black polish. You were a striptease dancer too I guess. Black is a very nice colour, but it doesn't fit for the slave market's atmosphere." she said and carefully washed the pitted nail polish with polish-remover. Laura took care of Aurelia's hair, she oiled her hair with some thick balm and massaged her head for long minutes until the sweet liquid worked off.

Aurelia was relishing the attention. It was almost like being at a spa, if she had not been shackled and chained. The massage and pampering was releasing all the tension and the pain she had gathered during the last hours. She felt energy flowing again through her veins and nerves. Likewise, hope and eagerness to fulfil her mission was coming back too.

Mikee examined Aurelia's bruises and wounds and he began to cure them with some slightly smelly medicine. He worked the salve into every wounds and scar. The sensation Aurelia felt was a bit tickling but she felt how the cure was easing her pain and healed the broken skin.

Laura finished with the overall cleaning and began to massage some good smelling oil into Aurelia's skin. Despite her long nails Laura worked very smoothly and her tender touch made Aurelia feel good, or at least much better.

“Thank you for your care” Aurelia said. “You are the first human being I meet here. Are there more of your kind in Ashagen?” she ventured to ask. She wanted to assess whether crimes against humanity were committed by a select few or by the whole population.

Laura smiled and softly caressed Aurelia's cheek, slightly tickling her with her fingernail.

"Ssssshhhhh beautiful dancer... you shouldn't talk to anyone unless you're asked. That's a rule in Ashagen that might lenghten your life if you follow it." was all Laura said and she returned to her task.

"Mmmmhhhh... I believe some silvery adornment would fit you the most." Laura said and started to gloss Aurelia's nails, all the twenty of them. "Oh my god! You have the healthiest nails I've ever seen... so strong and shiny... you should tell me sometimes what vitamins you use." she continued her work with applying silver polish to Aurelia's nails. Laura proved to be an experienced manicurist as she painted the nails carefully. She admired her work and smiled.

"Perfect! You will be the most astonishing class-one on the market!" she giggled and also combed Aurelia's hair before she did Aurelia's make up. She used silvery colours again, painted her eyelids, around the eyes, coating her cheeks with thin silver makeup. Finally she painted her lips with silver again and stepped back to get a clear view.

"Done! You're ready now! Please do not sweat too much till morning, I don't want my masterpiece ruined."

“Thank you for your care. I appreciated it. As for the sweating, this is not really into my hands…” the aesthetician woman just smiled again and tapped hearteningly Aurelia's belly.

Laura winked her eye at Aurelia and nodded to Mikee. "Let us make the next one."

As Aurelia was raised into the air Laura turned to her once more.

"I hope I will see you again. You're beautiful... but your feet... incredible!" she said and soon lost Aurelia's sight as the agent was moved into the dark corner of the gym.