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 VI.b - Escape 

Aurelia was now all pampered and ready for the auction. She was lucky to have been picked up first among all the girls. She saw the man and the woman moving towards the next girl. She felt the chains humming again and was lightly deposited on the rubber mattress lying under her.

Now was the time. The large room was plunged into darkness, save for the girl currently being pampered, who was under the focus of the torch lights. The aestheticians must be blinded by their own torches and unable to see anything beyond the girl they were working on. Moreover, the room was filled with moans, chains clanging and motors humming. It would be long before another such opportunity presented itself. Aurelia was decided to spend as little time in Ashagen as possible. All she needed to do was to determine its precise location and to transmit it to the Agency. With a bit of luck, all could be done in a few hours if she could get access to a computer.

But first she had to free herself and she did not lose a minute before beginning. She was resting on her back on the hard mattress, her arms and legs widely splayed with just enough tension to keep her immobile without pain. The purpose of the program was to allow her to sleep. Actually, she should have been unable to move, but because the computer had underestimated her size, there was a centimetre of slackness in the chains. It was not much, but enough to makes things easier to Aurelia. During her training, she had often been bound much tighter than that.

She began to feel around with her long fingers, exploring the leather cuffs buckled around her wrists. The cuffs were made of thick and wide black leather. They were comfortable and lightly padded inside. They were evidently designed to prevent chaffing and pressure on the skin. They were closed by two parallel straps that fit into a buckle and pin, like small belts. Of course, the buckles and the pins were way out of reach her fingers. Still she soon found the weak link: the straps were sewed to the cuff.

Heavy-duty thread had been used for this attachment, but it was nevertheless no match to Aurelia’s finger nails. Since she had been trained as a special agent, she had taken daily pills which suffused special hormones in her body. It made her hair, teeth and nails much stronger than normal. This allowed her to saw through all material softer than metal.

This had saved her countless times. She would never forget the first time she had used that trick. This was one of her first missions in South America and she had been a little too lenient with security. She was captured by a low-rank guerrillero who brought her to his cabin and bound her tightly with as much rope as he could gather. He was obviously decided to rape her all night, before his superiors could come and bring the prisoner to an interrogation facility. During the time it took him to call his chief and explain the situation, she had cut the knots loose and freed herself. She still remembered very vividly the face of the guerrillero when she welcomed him with the gun he had left on the table, below which her had left her tightly packaged.

She smiled at these memories. Tonight was a different matter though. She was confronted to professionals of human bondage and she would have to use her utmost skill to outsmart them.

She began to move the sharp edge of her freshly silver-painted nails against the deeply impressed threads. Cutting each thread was relatively fast, but they were difficult to get at and there were many of them, all along the straps. She had to curl and twist her hands and fingers at difficult angles to reach them and her fingers were soon trembling and full of cramps.

Halfway through her work, she felt the tension on the chains increasing and she was lifted again from the floor. She cursed inwardly as her body was once again stretched in mid air. This was not preventing her from cutting the threads, but it made it more difficult and slower. Aurelia had not to stop from time to time to rest her cramped hands.

After another 30 minutes, she was once again put on the mattress. By that time, she was almost done with her wrists. The right cuff gave first. Pulling on the straps, she saw them tearing from the cuff, tiny bits of thread falling on the floor. With her right arm now free, she could easily open the cuff on her left wrist. Now her arms were free for the first time in countless hours. She felt her heart accelerating.

The aestheticians were occupied with Nina, at the other side of the room. They did not look around them at all, entirely focused on their work. Aurelia sat up and reached for her ankles. A few seconds later, her legs were free too. A predatory grin rose on her face as she rubbed her wrists and ankles. She had just regained the initiative.

The machine must had sense that its captive loose free and the ends of the chains met no resistance, but for her luck the computer wasn't programmed to alarm. Right after she had freed her second ankle, the chains disappeared but their clinging weren't unusal even in the middle of the night.

Aurelia stood up and, moving as silently and as rapidly as a panther, sneaked through the room until she was in the back of the aestheticians. Blinded by their torches and focused on the work, they had no idea of what had just happened.

"Ohhh you poor thing..." Laura whispered to Nina as she was cleaning her toes. "I'm so sorry about you... this place is full of such rough people... I wonder what they will do to your little, helpless toes..."

Aurelia considered a moment attacking them to take their clothes but she was afraid that guards could be alerted if they did not see them working anymore. If she left them alone, there was a good chance that her escape would only be discovered in the morning. By that time, she hoped she would have finished her mission and would be waiting for rescue. Moreover, she did not want to harm the only person who had been kind with her here.

She headed for the entrance and slipped out of the building. It was dark outside. The gym was in the garden of the estate but the main building could be seen in the distance. This was where she would have the best chances to find a computer. She headed towards it in a fast jog, which she was able to keep for hours. With the implant in her forehead, she knew she would have to be constantly on the move from now on, and until the rescue squad would come to take her back home.

As she jogged through the lawn, she relished the cool night on her naked body. Her firm breasts were bouncing slightly. Her hair was flowing behind her back. She felt an intense excitation and a kind of gladness. She was free, she was progressing in her mission. She could feel the adrenaline running through her veins. It was dangerous, it was scary, but she loved that! The long, helpless, tortured wait was gone forever and now was the time to retaliate and prove her skills.

She got near to the main building but realized the doors were open and she could hear several peoples inside. Aurelia kneeled against the wall to listen to the noises. Laughter, music, intense discussions could be heard. Adamar had some kind of party there! She had to make an immediate decision. Sneaking naked into a building swarming with peoples was extremely risky. Leaving Adamar's territory and looking after another house where a computer was her other option, but after pondering the possible risks and the time necessities she decided to search for another option.

She headed toward the white stone fence and opened her ears for any noise outside. The street sounded to be silent, no noises from talk or walk could be heard. With one acrobatic jump she swung over the high fence and dropped onto her feet like a huge cat.

Ashagen was a very sparsely built-up settlement. In the middle of the desert, space was available without limit and there were no need for sparing with the territory. The buildings were wide and long instead of being high, the roads were broad and only the main routes were paved, sand covered the rest of them. In a place where rain falls only once or twice per year the citizens didn’t have to worry about mud.

Aurelia flattened herself against the wall and waited for half a minute. The road at Adamar’s house was silent, not a single soul could be seen in both directions. The moon was shining brightly as she did almost every night. Lampposts were standing on both sides about 10 meters of distance from each other, their light was however pale, creating a very sinister atmosphere. Aurelia had to be careful. Unlike her bronzed, naked skin, her silver painted nails were almost glowing in the light. Almost every building had the same type of fence that defended Adamar’s garden, and even the houses that were standing next to the road were windowless, as if all citizens in Ashagen were carefully hiding their private life.

Aurelia sneaked along the street but she did not find any window for burgling inside. The next street was as dead as the previous one and she turned to the right. Suddenly she heard noises of an approaching cart and she hid behind a tabernacle in the wall right next to her. A large coupe arrived, hauled by four awesome horses, Aurelia was shocked when the coupe passed her. A human body was dragged behind it, attached to the rear section by a long, metal chain. The body was bloody and maybe unconscious or dead. It was a naked female. The coupe lifted up the sand dust covering the street. Aurelia could run along the street without too much risk and she got to the next crossing very fast.

The following street was silent too but she noticed a small window at ankle height. She sneaked toward the window and suddenly a hideous scream hit her ears. She kneeled down and peered inside. She saw a basement where three half-naked, muscular men were playing with a young girl. She wore the mark of class-two slaves, was tied onto a vertical rack stretched to the limits of her joints. One man was viciously raping while the two others were tearing into her apple-shaped breasts with evil-looking and red-glowing pincers. The girl, no more than twenty, was screaming loudly and flipped her head against the rack’s wooden surface. Aurelia left them and headed forward. Ashagen turned to be a really hellish place, a place that should be wiped out from Earth.

A little farther along the same building she found a cage hanging by a chain from a sturdy beam protruding from the wall. The cage had a spherical shape and was made of wide-spaced, thick, rusty bars that crossed at right angles. The bars were spaced very widely, just as narrow as needed to prevent the girl from escaping but not enough to prevent easy access to her. The cage was about 1.5m above the ground. It contained a body, a female body, whose legs passed through two spaces between bars and where hanging loosely below the cage. The cage was barely large enough to contain her. She had passed her arms through holes as well and was resting against the bars in front of her. Asleep of dead? Aurelia could not decide. The girl was extremely skinny, her skeleton pushing against her skin. Two black bands were circling her head at mouth and eye levels.

As she got closer, she saw that her big toes had been cut off. A large, heavy steel ring had been pierced behind her Achilles’ tendons in such a way that it should be dragging on the ground when she walked. She also distinguished what looked like the head of screws protruding under her soles, as if screws had been driven into her heel bone. Her forehead bore the mark of third-rate slave burned above those of second- and first-rate slave. Her hair had been torn from her scalp.

Aurelia had to pass below the cage is she wanted to continue. As she approached even closer, as silently as she could, she heard a ragged breath coming from the sleeping prisoner. She realised that her mouth was spread very wide with a ring gag. No saliva was drooling from it though as the poor girl’s lips and mouth were so parched. The gag strap was a band of articulated black steel tightened snugly around her head. Another similar steel band was circling her head at eye height. With a shiver along her spine, Aurelia saw that it was pressing steel half balls into the girl’s eye sockets. It was not only blindfolding her, but it must also be causing incredible pain in her eyeballs. Over the cage was a small sign telling “serial runaway”.

There was nothing Aurelia could do and thus she just sneaked behind the cage, hoping she would not wake up the poor girl, and continued her exploration. She headed towards the next crossing but noises made her approaching the corner very carefully. The awful smell of dry-rotten meat filled the air. The sight of the small square was another shock for her. Everything that was told on Dhonko's truck and every other fear she had about the city became true. There were no citizen around, but in the middle of the place six wooden frames were standing deeply embedded in the ground. They were standing rectangles like the frames of very huge windows. Six naked female bodies were nailed to the frames' upper plank through their palms. Aurelia had an extremely sharp vision and she even realized the huge nails were rusty. The six women's feet, legs and waist were charred and also their chest and breasts were full of blisters. Under their hanging feet were huge mounds of grey ashes. Those unfortunate souls had been roasted alive during the day! Their feet were not immobilized and the fires had obviously been built about waist high so the suffering of those slaves must have lasted for a very long time. Five of them were dead, flies surrounded them and their flesh was already decaying. The sixth one, however, was still alive although in a semi-conscious stage. She was moaning pitifully and her fingers were wiggling, but she was very close to cross the border of life to death.

* * *

He was watching her. High, on the top of a nearby building the black-tunic-wearing ninja turned up a knob on his high-tech military spy-glasses and zoomed on the naked girl. He was truly spell bounded. The girl flattened herself against the wall and was watching mesmerized at the corpses of the burnt slaves. He admired her long, lean legs, her perfect breasts, and her perfect, queen-like profile. That woman was exactly what he was waiting for, what he was wishing for. He had just found her and followed her path for the last two minutes. She was a professional. She moved like a panther, she sneaked like the foxiest predators, she was running with the daintiness of a cheetah. He smiled. His task was clear; find the escaped slave and bring her back to her owner, as soon as possible. Fortunately he was very effective and tracked down the girl faster than he expected. Fortunately the naughty slave hadn't got any knowledge of Ashagen's map. He was satisfied. He had plenty of time. He was curious of what the awesome prey would do. He was patient and sedate. He knew the hunting game must be very entertaining with such a noble animal.

* * *

Aurelia felt a bit strange. Her sixth sense warned her of some unidentifiable threat. She looked around, inspecting every spot of the surrounding buildings but everything looked silent and abandoned. Only the pitiful moans of the dying woman could be heard. She had to decide again. Where to go? How to find a computer? How to get into a house? Across the square she discovered some buildings with doors opened to the street directly, and several other streets and narrow alleys leading to uncertainty.

Aurelia had seen enough. She decided to come back to the house where she had seen the caged girl and the girl tortured in the basement. As three men were working on her, there might be nobody in the upper levels of the building, which would allow the secret agent to look for a computer.

She sneaked back to the cage. The encaged girl was still sleeping. Deftly, Aurelia climbed on the cage. It began to swing a little at the end of its chain. Suddenly the cruelly punished girl's breath changed. Aurelia knew what that meant: the girl had awoken. Hoarse gasps left her mouth as she turned her head to both sides. She couldn't see anything but her ears looked undamaged and she also had to feel the swinging of the cage. Finally she raised her painfully compressed face towards Aurelia, her nostrils opened as she sniffed onto the air.

"Phlauuueee..." she moaned, unable to form correct words because of the ring-gag. She was silent anyway, her throat was desiccated almost beyond human limit. She tried to reach towards Aurelia with her bony arm, once long and manicured but already broken and bloody fingernails searched for the naked agent.

"Dhrrinch... drrrrinnnch..." the woman pitifully begged and her fingers were clawing the air. "Ghihme hater... phlauueee... hater... uhrinneee... ghihme..." she pleaded continuously in low voice for any kind of liquid that might given to her. She was parching so seriously that it didn't matter for her what was given to her as long as it was wet.

These pleas reminded Aurelia of her recent voyage. She too had felt that unbearable suffering, this urge for water. She felt pity for the poor wreck in the cage. She had probably been caged here for days with no other water and food than what passers-by would condescend to offer her. Every amount of fluid she could get was just prolonging her torture for more infernal hours, but still survival instinct need for relief were so strong that the poor girl could not prevent herself from begging for water.

Aurelia had not the heart to deprive the skeleton woman of some water. If she were in her stead, she would appreciate any droplet of moisture she could get. Therefore, she squatted on the top of the cage, pressing her buttocks against the bars with the crotch in the middle of a hole.

“Alright poor girl, come here, I’m just above you on the top of your cage. Get ready as I am going to give you some urine” she whispered.

The caged woman seemed to smile around the huge ring-gag and she began to feel with her bony hands above her.

“Be quick! I can’t stay here long!” urged the naked agent while trying to guide her.

The living skeleton managed to find Aurelia’s crotch and she pressed her gaping mouth against it while holding herself with her wretched fingers. She had lifted her legs into the cage and was now squatting, curled in a ball of bones and skin. A trickle of urine streamed from Aurelia’s crotch into the welcoming parched mouth. She emptied her bladder into the girl’s gullet, who was swallowing as fast as she could. It had been a long time since she had received so much liquid in one shot and this revived her.

“’hank ‘ou” she uttered as Aurelia stood, and she put a wet, gaping kiss on the secret agent’s foot, which was protruding inside the cage.

 Aurelia climbed on top of the cage and then along the chain until she reached the iron beam protruding from the wall. She got on the beam and then to the wall. From her, she was able to jump and grip her fingers on the border of the roof. Pulling on her strong arms, she was able to lift herself until her head was level with the flat roof. As she saw nobody, she hooked her right leg above the roof too and rolled on it.

She laid flat on her belly for half a minute, recovering her breath and listening intently for any sign of activity around. The roof was silent and was covered with dust. She raised her head and looked around, from the roof she had a much better sight of the streets and building around though she wasn't still high enough to create herself a mental map of the surroundings. She noticed a trap-door a couple of meters away, so she crept towards it. The door was a single wooden slab locked from inside. Fortunately there was big gap between the lid and the roof and after some seconds of trying she could force her palm inside the gap until she found the latch. She hooked a fingernail under the latch's ear and tried to pull it. She needed about half a minute to open the latch and then the lid opened.

She slid herself through the inlet and carefully closed the trapdoor above her. She was in a loft that was about one-meter high and she had to crawl on all fours. The loft was heavily covered with sand and the air was chokingly hot and dusty. Almost perfect blackness surrounded Aurelia but she discovered a small spot where pale light sifted up. She carefully crawled towards the spot and soon probed rusty metal equipment all around the floor. The loft was used for storing old and used torture tools. Broken pliers, charred and blunt metal stakes, deformed shackles and other instruments of torture were dispersed all over the place. Aurelia had to be very careful not to hurt herself. At some point, she barely avoided a catastrophe. As she was crawling in the dust, she felt a light click under her palm. Her training took immediately control of her reflexes and she yanked her arm upwards. The small click was almost directly followed by a squeal, a groan of a bad lubricated hinge and a louder snap as a wolf trap clenched its rusty teeth into the air. Her heart beating fast, Aurelia listened intently, afraid that the noise might have alerted someone. But she could hear nothing. She continued her crawl, even more carefully. Another finding was particularly scary: it was a small, rusty egg-shaped, iron cage that was still containing a human skull. Obviously, it had got jammed while worn by its last victim and it had been necessary to cut the head to recover the head cage. She finally managed to get to the light without further accident.

The light came from another trap-door in the floor. She held her ear against the floor for thirty seconds, but the room under her was silent. Very slowly she opened the trap-door. She didn't have to deal with another latch that time. There would have been darkness in the room but through huge windows the moonlight bathed the furniture in its silver light. Aurelia leaped from the ceiling and silently landed on the stone floor. She was in a long but narrow corridor. Doors opened from both side of the corridor, some of them were open others closed. The house was not fancy or clean at all, but as she peeked into a room, the furniture looked very comfortable and modern.

Right in front of her in a smaller room she found a computer on the top of a huge, heavy table, standing in the middle of the room, the table was pushed against a big wardrobe. Aurelia carefully closed the door behind her as silently as she could. The machine was turned off and a big, black office chair was standing in front of the monitor. She was about to sit into the chair when her eyes got caught something under the table. Two eyes were looking back to her.

Aurelia froze for a moment but as nothing happened, she took a deeper look. The eyes were belonging to a woman of course. Only the chest and head could be seen as the lower part of her body disappeared in the wardrobe. To Aurelia's horror, she discovered that the woman had no arms, both of her upper limbs had been removed completely and the stubs had been treated in a way that almost looked like she had never had arms. The woman was built into the furniture and had become part of it. Aurelia figured out her function quite fast: around her lips some dried, whitish material could be seen. Her face was just as high as the seat of the chair as a kickstand supported the weight of her upper body. The pole ended in a spiked metal slab, the long spikes were punctured into the woman's breasts and every movement she might do seemed painful. The woman was around the age of fourty with the brand of class-three slaves on her forehead. She must have been beautiful once, but now she looked wretched.

The woman looked at Aurelia with fear and desperation. She was not gagged or muted anyhow, so the risk of an alarming yell seemed higher as ever before. But the woman did not yell at all. She stared at Aurelia for long moments before she started to speak.

"Who... who are you?" she asked in low voice.

“My name is Aurelia. And you, who are you?” Aurelie answered in a whisper.

"I was Moira in another world... but no-one asked for my name for a long time... and... what are you doing here?"

Aurelia was embarrassed. She did not want to be rude with this poor girl, but that she had seen her was already way too embarrassing. “I’ve just arrived here. I’ve managed to break free,” she said.

"Ohh.. you're a slave too... but you're healthy yet. Leave this place! You will die if you stay!"

“That’s what I am trying to do. I’m looking for a computer to send a help message. Do you know how to switch it on? There is only a monitor on the desk…”

"I don't know anything about it... I was a nurse and never dealt with computers... there must be a switch somewhere..."

“What are you doing down there?” Aurelia asked while rummaging in the computer drawers, looking for the computer or for a switch.

"They... they play games and watch videos while I'm forced to suck them all the time. Until they cum three or four times every day... I can't watch but only listen, both the games and the videos are about torturing and killing slaves. They have a large collection of such material on the machine."

“That would make great evidences for the trial” Aurelia said to herself. She had now opened every drawer of the desk to no avail. She did not like the idea of staying in the same place for so long. If someone was tracking her implant, staying immobile was the surest way of getting caught and already her sixth sense was making her hair to stand along her spine. “I can’t find any switch, and the computer seems to be locked inside the desk. But there must be a way to switch it on! Can’t you remember what they do when they come here?” she finally asked.

“From here, I can’t see what they are doing… But now that you ask me, I realise they always begin by squeezing my breasts… Maybe there is a switch inside the spikes?”

Aurelia shivered at the cruel concept. “Let me remove you from this device so that I can check that.”

"No... I can't be removed from this place... my legs... are moulded in concrete... they want me to die here..."

The agent’s eyes grew as wide as plates at these words. These peoples had really no limit. She knelt in front of the girl to investigate. She had to fight the urge to back up as she smelled her breath. It was an awful mix of rancid sperm and stale urine. Moira caught her disgusted grimace and her lips trembled as a tear drop rolled down her cheek.

"Please... could you help me? I'm in so much pain! My breasts hurt, I'm hooked in this place for days now! Could you help me somehow?"

“Let me see…”Aurelia answered between her clenched teeth. She placed her hands under the shoulder stubs of the desk-girl and tried to lift her torso from the spikes. Moira’s breasts were stretched down as her chest was lifted and she began to moan louder and louder.

“Shhhhht! Be quiet! I’m trying to help you!” Aurelia admonished her, afraid that her moans might attract attention.

“Please, stop!” pleaded Moira. “There are long barbs along the spikes. You would have to tear my breasts in pieces to release me. Please, stop hurting me!”

Aurelia immediately let the poor girl settle back on the spike with a last moan. “I still need to switch on this computer!” She began to feel gently Moira’s breast with her silver-painted fingers, trying to find a switch under the throbbing flesh. The desk-girl emitted soft, contained moans.

“They do it more brutally…” she sobbed.

Aurelia took both breasts in her hands and squeezed them forcefully, until she could feel the spikes through the flesh. Moira was biting her lips, trying to suppress her need to cry. Suddenly, Aurelia felt a click, and the monitor sprung to life, announcing the start-up process.

“I got it!” Aurelia exclaimed in a low voice. “Thanks Moira! I promise you it will not be long before someone will come and help us!”

But suddenly, Moira let out a long hiss and began to contort her body. Quickly, Aurelia pressed her hand against the poor girl’s mouth, muffling her moans. The desk-girl was jerking and bucking with increasing strength, her eyes rolling in panic. As she fought, she was crazily pulling on her spiked breasts and banging the top of her skull against the underside of the desktop. Aurelia was forced to hold her beck under her arm while pressing her free hand hard against her face to prevent Moira from doing to much noise.

“What’s happening?” Aurelia asked helplessly. But Moira was far too much lost in her throes to answer. The spy looked at the monitor and she understood what was happening. A program had started and its windows was displaying information:

“Slut control calibration in progress”. At the bottom of the window a gauge was showing the completion: “23% done, 84 seconds remaining”. Just above it, various messages were appearing and disappearing sequentially: “Mammary implants testing level 1”…”level 2”… “level 3”… “Clitoris implant testing”… “Muscle contractor testing”… “Anus stretcher testing”… With each new type of test, Moira’s contortions changed in kind and intensity.

The progress bar seemed to fill up so slowly. Aurelia was begin to tire from having to fight the girls frantic and violent jerks. They were both sweating and their perspirations were mixing. Moira’s nostrils were flaring above Aurelia’s hand.

Eventually, the process reached 100% and Moira fell limp, panting heavily. “Calibration completed successfully. Connection to audio port: OK. All implants: OK. Game pain interface: OK”

Aurelia removed her moist hand from Moira’s face. “I’m sorry. I did not know that was going to happen.”

"Please... I have suffered too much. I... I would be grateful if you could put an end to my suffering. I'm a cripple... I don't want to live anymore. Please... just kill me... I'm begging you!"

Aurelia looked at the panting, pleading girl. She understood her plight. Even if she was going to be freed in a few days, she would remain a wreck forever. Moreover, the secret agent could not allow herself to leave such an evidence of her actions. It would be easy to her pursuer to extract information about her doings if she were to left her alive.

She looked into the fear- and plea-filled eyes of the poor desk-girl. She nodded silently. However, she could not kill her in a too evident way. The death had to look like an accident. Aurelia’s eyes narrowed and assumed the cold expression of a shark. She opened one of the drawers she had visited earlier and pulled out of it a bunch of old, balled men underwear that had been forgotten there. Without leaving Moira the time to wonder what they were for, she stuffed them in her panting mouth, pushing them deep into her mouth, making her cheek to bulge. Then, she launched the calibration software again. There were sliders on the page, one for each implant the desk-girl had been fitted with. She slid them all to 150% and then she clicked the button “Start”. Immediately, Moira’s body arched and jerked on the spike, her eyes bulging, sweat pouring from her skin, her muscles knotting under her shiny skin. She was screaming loud but her voice was efficiently doused by the thick ball of stinking underwear. Her eyes darted at Aurelia with an expression of disbelief. Her incredible struggle continued for 20 horrible seconds before her body fell limp.

Aurelia stopped the program and felt Moira’s pulse. She was dead… The secret agent swallowed her saliva with difficulty. This was the part of her job she disliked most. 300 slaves died daily. Moira was the 301th that day, as she wasn't intended to day so soon... She shook her head and looked back at the screen. She had already lost too much time. She had to carry her mission.

She sat on the chair and began to look in the menus for an Internet browser.

Although Aurelia tried to be careful but her knees touched several times the dead woman's head and shoulders, sending chills through her spine all the time. Actually, every touch of still warm, killed woman reminded her what she was forced to do, and beside the guilty she felt increasing anger. The desktop of the display showed the screaming face of a beautiful girl. The eyes were filled with utter terror, her wide open mouth and contorted face were obvious evidence of hellish pain she was suffering when the photo was taken. The icons were gathered on the beauty's sweating forehead and in her open mouth. Aurelia found the usual Microsoft icons like "My computer" or "Recycle bin" on the forehead, but in the mouth she saw new signs like "My torture files" or "Ashagen TV network". She clicked the "explorer browser" icon on the forehead and the incoming page was a disappointment; "Ashagen's isolated local network" informed the main title. On the side frame she found further menus like "Ashagen's government", "Entertainment schedule", "News of the city", "Ashagen news" etc. Suddenly a pop up window appeared in the middle of the scream showing a big photo of a large square crowded with people with a huge stage-like frame in the middle full of naked, chained women. "New slave transport has arrived, you can buy your dream-slave on the slave market tomorrow!" flashed a blood-red text. She closed the pop up window and began to hack the system, the computer should have direct connection to the global network.

For a moment, Aurelia used all the tricks her hacking teacher had taught her. This had never been her favourite class as she had always preferred action skills, but still she was able to force most system. This one though was resisting her. She tried several way to hack into the server and unlock access beyond Ashagen but the administrators seemed to have sealed all common and less-common entrances. There were some other tricks she might try, but they would require some programming and would take more time.

Aurelia closed the browser with a single click and for a moment stared at the screaming mouth of the desktop girl. Ashagen's local web was totally isolated; she was unable to reach any outer connection. She also had also learnt that only the Government's fort had any possibility to communicate with the world outside Ashagen. It was forbidden to have a single mobile phone even for citizens, and after having read some basic rules she found on Ashagen's LAN she understood that even the rich citizens did not know where they were. Ashagen's security system was hundred times more secure and isolated than anything else she had seen before. The citizens were carried to the town with Ashagen's own airplanes, and only the top class of the city and the pilots knew the exact location. Whatever, she had to find the Government's Headquarter and had to get into it. That was the only way of contacting the Agency.

She wanted to jump up and run as she had already spent too much time in one place, when the "Ashagen TV network" icon started to flash. She couldn't resist and clicked on it. A window popped up. A streaming video was running, that looked like a classic TV report with the label LIVE.

A young, fresh, smiling and detachedly beautiful girl in her twenties was talking; the camera zoomed on her face.

"...soon begins. This evening - as always - we can offer you great entertainment. The evening's complete record can be downloaded from aww.entertainment.ash page." she said in her very nice voice and Aurelia understood why her voice was so familiar. The girl on the screen was Jennifer Bright, she was the one whose "greeting" monologue was played for the new slaves in Dhonko's truck.

"Welcome again in Ashagen's Painbringer Games exclusive live broadcast. Our first number today is the hurdle-race of two lovely class-two slaves." she said and the camera switched to two naked women standing in the middle of a huge building, which was a smaller version of the ancient Rome's coliseum. "The slave with a red tail is Shannon of Abragal Kennel and the other with the blue tail is Oxana of Waffer Kennel." The camera showed the women from behind. Both girls had a very thick leather-covered rod pushed deep into their anuses, dozens of long, blue or red ribbons were hanging from the tips of the rods. "The Kennel owners selected minor attachments to the slaves' usual equipment just as lower lip and clit joiner wires... " the camera zoomed on one of the woman's face, a tightly stretched metal wire was attached to her lower lip by an embedded ring, the camera followed the wire between her breasts, alongside her belly until it reached her shaved crotch. Another ring was inserted into her bulging clitoris and the wire pulled the unusally large clitoris upwards. With her lower lip stretched down, the poor girl kept drooling on her chin.

"... or nostril and thumb joiner wires." the camera showed the woman's hand shackled together behind her nape, her elbows were tied to a metal rod placed horizontally behind her neck so she was unable to bring her arms forward. Her thumbs were tied together with another wire that was leading above her head down to her nose between her yes. Hooks were inserted into her nostrils and pulled the nose upwards, the wire also cut into the sensitive skin along her nose. The two-sided pull made her teeth visible as if she were grinning rapidly. The head of each girl was thus forced to stare forward, pulled down by its lower lip and up by its nostrils. Their mouths were kept agape and drooling.

"The main attraction of this race will be the popular Firework Shoes." the camera zoomed onto one woman's feet showing the strange high-heel platform shoes. The screen changed, showing the smiling Jennifer again who held a similar shoe in her hand. "As you know, the foot is strapped onto the shoe with this strong refractory leather straps. The foot is strapped at the middle, around the ankle and by the middle toe." she pointed at the black straps.

"There is a small hole in every shoe right in the middle..." she pointed with her long finger to a pit in the shoe, just behind the spot where the toe pads would touch the shoe. "... and a small gas burner is at the bottom of the hole." she explained and turned the shoe to the camera so Aurelia could see the small, rose-like device of the burner. "The gas tank is in the platform and contains enough gas for 20 seconds burning. The flames get oxygen through these holes." Jennifer pointed at three tiny holes on both sides of the shoe. "The burners can be switched on by a remote control. Whenever they are switched on a sparkler is also switched simultaneously and classic fireworks spurt out from the heel of the shoe." she nodded to someone and after a loud click blue fire lit in the pit. At the same time sparks appeared at the heel and spurted around. "The firework has only one purpose, to indicate to the spectators when is the gas burner switched on. Of course the slaves' scream also help to catch the moment." she smiled like an angel. "Every shoe is made of solid metal and the weight is about two kilograms each, so our lovely competitors definitely need strong legs to run." she finished the introduction of the shoes.

"The greatest trick in the run is that the remote controls are in the hands of the opponent's owner. Both Kennel owners have 20 seconds of fine sole roasting altogether to slow down the competitor's slave and give advantage for his own runner. The track is about 300 meters long and the runner must make two laps in total. It will take approximately five minutes." the camera showed the "ring" from above; it was a single route signaled by white bands on both sides tied to stakes. It had some curves but the main hurdles were three objects.

"The first hurdle is a single but high A-shaped wooden plank." the camera showed the evil looking platform circling it from every angle. "As you can see the plank has several boards nailed to it so theoretically it is easy to climb them without using hands... as our lovely competitors do not have free hands." Jennifer blinked at the camera. "Fortunately the game creator team poured water as lubricant onto the boards and placed lots of glass shards with glue everywhere." the camera switched to the plank again and a close-up gave a clear vision of bright, sharp shards of glasses. "You can imagine what could happen if a runner were to lose her footing and fall onto the plank." Jennifer burred.

"The second hurdle is a 10-meter long and narrow plank above a pit filled with hot water." The screen switched to the pit, the almost boiling water was steaming heavily. The board was so narrow that it would be difficult even without the extreme bondage and shoes to walk along it. "I can tell you that the water is only 50 centimetres deep but there are spikes at the bottom so if any slave fall down and touch the bottom with any of her body part apart of her shoes, some additional surprise is waiting for her. Fortunately the Firework Shoes are moderately water resistant and the falling competitors usually strive to leave the hot bath as soon as they can." Jennifer smiled again, her innocent eyes and girlish voice chilled Aurelia.

"The third hurdle is a transparent glass tube. Its length is 5 meters and its diameter is 70 centimetres, only 5 centimetres wider than the rod holding the runner’s elbows." the camera showed again something weird, one glass tube was hanging from posts, at about waist height. "The competitors must crawl through the tubes, but for their bad luck the tubes are also lubricated inside and the lubrication contains some really strong spice too. I can tell, it's almost like acid. Touching any mucous membrane and the slave feels like she is on fire. And it definitely touches those spots." Jennifer finished her introduction.

"Let's see what we need to know about our competitors. Oxana is a quite new participant here at the Painbringer Games arena." the camera showed the blue-banded ass-plug wearing girl. "She is 25 years old and her civilian job was teaching history. I guess she likes being in a real arena. This is her third game ever, she has one lost and one won competition. Her total recovery time was 3 weeks until now, so she has a quite impressive healing ratio. Not even minor amputation needed so far and it is said she has a very strong body and great agility so we might see her here in several other games." Jennifer finished and the camera turned to the other woman. She was around 30 with large breasts and long, blonde hair. Unlike in the case of the other slave, her body was covered with scars and marks; she had no nipples but awful half-healed wounds instead. As the camera slowly scrolled her body up and down Aurelia had to hold back her breath. The woman's vagina was opened grotesquely and it was totally flat, no labia remained around her sex. Her toes were awfully deformed and she had lost all of her toenails, the nail beds were scarred and burnt.

"You should remember Shannon, she is a well-known guest of this arena. This will be her 15th race! Awesome! It is said that whether she won or lose this race, she will be resigned to the Final Scream Games as her body is too heavily used up by now. Shannon has nine won and five lost games and she has been with us for more than one year! Please let us show you the interview I made with her four months ago when she was the champion of the Seventh Ashagen Firework Runner Championship." the screen darkened for a moment and a recorded video played.

The woman called Shannon was sitting in device that looked like a gynaecological chair, her feet were raised high in the air. She was wretched, but somehow the general shape of her body seemed much better. Jennifer was standing next to her and held the microphone to the slave.

"Congratulation, Shannon, you did it well! How do you feel after winning one of the highest ranked Championships in Ashagen?" she asked. The woman was sweating and her face was covered with tears, her soles were red and black and were slightly steaming.

"I... I'm sooo... happy..." she whispered and turned into sobs. Jennifer looked at the camera and blinked. "Well... winners have the privilege to cry." she said and stepped to Shannon’s burnt soles. Large blisters covered the sole just where Shannon's arch was. The skin was blackened around and the sole looked like it was wet as the light reflected from the half-way roasted surface. With a finger she caressed Shannon's sole and the poor woman shrieked out. Jennifer showed her fingertip to the camera, it was covered with the melted fat of the slave's sole tissues. Jennifer licked her finger and smiled again.

"My dear Champion! We followed the beautiful tradition and collected the seed of over 50 men who enjoyed your fantastic run from the scaffold. As you're the winner you have your very own privilege to drink all of it. I know you were starving a lot before the competitions, you must be kept in shape and also even a short puke during the race would decrease your winning chances. But this is time for celebrating, and you can drink as much protein as you want." Jennifer said and someone handed her a transparent bottle. She held it in front of the camera and wobbled the content. The bottle was filled with whitish-yellowish, thick human sperm. Jennifer stepped to Shannon's head and with her index and thumb finger squeezed her jaws open.

"Here we go! Do not forget, the reward seed must be drunk to the last drop. Enjoy!" the girl said and started to pour the thick, slimy material into the panting slave's mouth. Jennifer poured and Shannon gulped. When the bottle was still half full, Shannon struggled against her bonds and tried to tear her jaws from Jennifer's grasp but had not enough strength.

"Hahaha... hold still, slave... hold still!" Jennifer amused herself of Shannon's struggling and continued pouring the sperm. Shannon swallowed more but her face became pale green and her eyes widened as her gullet wanted to refuse the awful amount of sperm. Jennifer poured every drop mercilessly into her throat, and as she removed the bottle from Shannon's lips a man stepped to the woman and sealed her mouth shut. Shannon was coughing into her gag and crunchy sounds came from her stomach. Jennifer, still smiling, pinched her nostrils and suddenly Shannon started to convulse. Her fingers speared up and her face showed great horror as the poor girl began to vomit, filling her own mouth with human sperm.

"Swallow... swallow back! Come on Shannon, be a good girl!" Jennifer encouraged her. Shannon was fighting for air, her eyes bulged from their sockets and the veins also bulged in her neck. The terrifying convulsions went on for almost half a minute, but finally she managed to gulp the sperm. Jennifer let free the nostrils and the slave sucked in air through her nose. Jennifer smiled to the camera again and licked the leaked out sperm from her fingertips. The screen darkened and got back the live broadcast.

"The competition begins in 20 minutes, please load your guns gentlemen, open your zips and as lovely ladies around you to start suck... this is going to be exciting!" Jennifer said, Aurelia closed the window with a single click. She didn't believe what she had just seen.

"You shouldn't have seen this, Beauty!" a cold voice said from behind Aurelia.

Aurelia started and spun on her rotating chair to face the newcomer. Unfortunately, her legs bounced against Moira’s corpse and she lost her momentum.

A tall, black clothes wearing man stood at the door. He was wearing ninja clothes; his face was hidden under the hood. He was pointing a gun directly at Aurelia and seemed quite confident.

"You will have plenty of time to get used to that place." he continued and stared at the girl without the simplest noticeable movement.

With her legs entangled under the table and around Moira’s face, Aurelia could not hope to attack the ninja before he could fire his gun. She had to turn to other means. She smiled widely and arched her back slightly, thrusting her proud breasts forward while parting her knees a little to offer him a better view of her crotch.

The man was professional. No matter what sexual gestures Aurelia showed in order to grab his attention and maybe move his gun or vision away, the man seemed to be rock stable.

"Step forward, two small steps. Now lie on the floor, hands on both sides like an angel. Good. Eyes shut, do not dare to move!"

Aurelia was forced to comply. She stood from the chair, knelt down and lied on her back, all the time she peered at the ninja, looking for an opening, which never came. She pretended to close her eyes but actually she was looking at him from behind her long eye lashes. She half-expected the ninja would tell her to close them tight but there he made his first mistake. He approached her body, keeping his gun aimed at her. Aurelia waited until he was at just the right range and suddenly her right leg kicked as fast as cobra. Her foot connected with the man’s right hand, ejecting the threatening gun.

The gun slid somewhere in the darkness under the table. The man was fighting, he was strong and flexible, but Aurelia had the same or maybe even better skills. She surmounted the ninja, grabbed his waist between her strong legs. The man was under the girl on his back, their hands met and grabbed and their muscles tightened against each other. Aurelia was sitting on him, her firm breasts heaving just above his face. Her naked crotch was resting against his rock-hard belly and she could feel his breathing against her inner thighs. She looked into the dark eyes of the man and to her surprise his eyes were smiling.

"You are good, Beauty!" he whizzed. "You are better than I thought. And even more attractive... gggrrrrrrhhhhhhh!!!" he rattled as the girl increased the pressure around his waist and his inner organs sent signals of pain into his brain.

“Shut up! Who are you? Why did you attack me?” Aurelia asked.

"I... I am, a citizen and occasional head-hunter... aaarrrrggghhhhhh... and I was seeking for a slave like you all the time.... oooohhhhhhhhh..."

 “Who are you working for?” Aurelia asked. Now she had the good luck to hold someone who might give her precious information. She had even just got a gun. She would just have to pick it from under the desk once she would have got rid of the ninja.

"I... I'm working for Adamar this time... and must take you back... aarrrrgggggg... your escape was signalled as soon as you left his house... uuuuhhhhgggggg...."

“Tell me how I can leave Ashagen!”

"Forget it... nobody ever leaves this place... eeehhhhhhh... if they don't want to..."

“I don’t believe it! There must be a way, even if I have to walk 100 km! Now, tell me in which direction is the closest town out of Ashagen! And tell me also where the Ashagen fortress lies”

"Youuu... so sexy..."

“Answer me now!” she barked.

"Release me... oauugghhhh... eehhhh... and I will... aaoohhh... nice to you..."

“I’ll release you once you answer my question. And do it fast, before I crush your ribs to shatters!” she threatened while clenching her thighs harder, feeling the ninja’s rib cage trembling between her steel muscles.

"There is a switch... uhhhhhh... short range... ggrrrrrhhhhhh... you asked for this..." he rattled and Aurelia saw the man bite on something under his mask. Suddenly flashing pain hit her face, up around her forehead, as if a white-hot iron was pushed into her eyes. She thought she was screaming but wasn't sure, all she could realize was that she lost control. Through her misty vision she realized that the man was standing above her. He kneeled down and gently kissed her lips.

"Good night, my naked panther. It was so nice chatting with you." he whispered and Aurelia lost her consciousness.

* * *

When she came back to her senses, the first thing she noted was a sharp pain in her tongue, as if it was stretched out of her mouth and clamped cruelly tight. She tried to bring it back in but somehow it was impossible. She also found that she was unable to close her mouth. She tried to open her eyes, but they were blindfolded under a sweat-smelling old leather blindfold. She could feel something heavy resting on her shoulders and around her neck, something that was keeping her arms away from her body. She grunted on the sandy ground and moved her legs. That’s when she realised that her legs too were restrained.

Aurelia was lying on the street, just in front of the house she broken in. The ninja had carried her there and restrained her in such way he was sure she could not escape nor fight anymore. He had locked a wide ring gag into her mouth, put a heavy wooden stock around her neck and wrists and linked her ankles with a short and heavy chain. Seeing that she was back to life, he yanked on the leash he had connected to a toothed clamp clenched on her tongue.

“Stand up now, and follow me! Do not try any trick, Beauty! You are under my ultimate power at this moment, and we're in hurry! Just do as I order and everything will be fine.”

Aurelia felt her tongue almost ripped from her throat. She had no other choice than to follow the tug. Contorting her torso, she managed to brace on her right hand and kneel up. Blinded and with her arms fastened wide apart, she felt completely helpless. The pain in her tongue made her very obedient indeed. As the tug continued upwards, she stood on her feet. Immediately, she yelped in pain and climbed on the ball of her feet: her heels had just been pierced by a couple of spikes. Those were coming from a set of heel-shoes, cup-shaped pieces of thick leather that had been strapped around her ankles and that held steel spikes pointing at the sole of her heels and prevented her from resting her feet flat on the ground.

She barely had the time to recover her balance before the tug on her tongue forced her to move forward. She hobbled forwards, on the tip of her feet, her tongue protruding from her mouth, drooling abundantly on her torso, completely blind. She could feel something heavy bouncing between her breasts. Unknown to her, it was a tag dangling from the front of her stocks, that read “Runaway”.

"Take care with the spikes in your heels... I don't want to ruin your adorable feet at this moment, but you deserve to feel what will come once you enter the arena!" he said and mercilessly tugged on Aurelia's leash again.

As she was marched along the street to an unknown destination, she kicked herself mentally for having waited too long before killing the ninja. Now, it was too late and her next occasion to break free might be quite remote…

After long minutes of sweating walk they stopped.

"You're from hell, Beauty. I'm unable to resist." he said simply and suddenly Aurelia felt as her legs were swept from under her. She fell immediately, unable to protect herself. To her great surprise, the man - who else - caught her body before she hit the ground and placed her into a kneeling position, almost gently.

"I want to feel your moistness right now and here. Adamar won't be upset by this." he said to himself and the woman felt as something hot touched her forced-open lips. A musky, sweaty, rancid smell invaded her nostrils and she immediately realised what was going to happen. Restrained as she was, she was helpless to resist the oral rape. The ninja pushed his long and definitely thick cock into her wide open mouth and he moaned.

"Ohh... what a mouth... you filthy little bitch... I wish I would have you already." he pushed his cock deeper, deep into Aurelia's throat. The young spy gagged on the thick foul rod. Her nostrils flared as she was forced to breathe through her nose. She could feel curly hair against her nose and sweaty, hairy testicles against her chin. The ninja wasn't rough but quite firm and after a couple of thrusts, Aurelia felt his warm semen fill her mouth. The man removed the still rock hard member from her mouth and wiped it clean on her hair. Gobbles of sperm mixed with saliva drooled on her chin as she was unable to close her mouth.

"Gooood... now I can do the walk to Adamar's house." he finished and yanked Aurelia onto her feet again. She moaned as it felt as if her tongue was going to be torn from her throat. She felt utterly helpless, blind and bound as she was, led by her tongue. Threads of sperm were dangling from her chin and soiling her bouncing, proud breasts and belly.

The walk was more than uncomfortable, her calves were tired from having to stand on her toes all along, but for her luck it was short, and within 5 minutes they arrived somewhere. A gate opened and as they headed forward the well-known voice of Lord Adamar could be heard.

"Here you are, you unfaithful, disgusting wench!" Adamar roared. He stepped to her and slapped her face hardly, her cheek burst into flame after the strike.

"Stop that, Mylord!" the ninja said and some hidden threat spiced his words. "She is yours now, but not for too long. Do not forget what you have promised to me if I took her back before the slave hunter gang! I have pre-emptive right on the market! And I want unharmed livestock! You have seen what she did with those straps. She is dangerous. Do not let your anger mist your judgement. Punish her if you want, but do not cause any visible damage... Mylord!" the ninja said and Adamar retreated.

"All right… all right. If you can pay the 200.000 you will get her tomorrow... now leave my house... I want to be alone with the bitch." Adamar said and two seconds later the gate closed with a loud bang.

"Filthy runaway! You're lucky you are worth more if undamaged on the market!" Adamar hissed and suddenly the girl felt hands grabbing her.

"My party is still going on. As we can't make you FEEL, we will make you TASTE the justice." he laughed and Aurelia was dragged somewhere. With strong hands tugging on her tongue leash, she was led into a place where she could hear a large crowd. Laughing, talking, loud music filled the air.

"Look at that... what a pretty doll..." a man said.

"Wow... a runaway... are they going to snuff her?" a woman asked.

"Mhh.. no baby... she is not in the programme..." another man replied.

The tag from her neck, the clamp and leash from her tongue and the spiked heels were removed and Aurelia was forced to sit cross-legged. Leather straps were applied to her knees and were tied to iron rings embedded into the floor. Her back was pressed against a vertical pole, which was fastened to the back of her yoke, forcing her upright and preventing her from moving her upper body.

"My friends!" she heard Adamar's voice. "This pretty slave is going to be sold on the market tomorrow. Unfortunately she made an escape attempt and I cannot leave it unpunished. Please consider her as men's toilet for the rest of this wonderful party, fill her rotten slave guts with your piss and cum until it flows from he ears!" Adamar shouted and loud applause followed his words.

Only a few seconds later someone stopped in front of Aurelia. "Open wide... oh.. you're fucking open wide already." a man laughed on his own joke and suddenly a burst of warm piss hit Aurelia's throat. Aurelia turned her face sideward and the stream splashed against her cheek and hair. But the man soon adjusted his aim and the disgusting liquid fell again into her mouth. The man was laughing as he followed Aurelia’s desperate attempts to avoid his urine. The cruel game only finished when his bladder was empty.

Her face was dripping with acrid urine as another man came to her. This one was not interested in a shooting game and he pressed his cock directly inside Aurelia’s gaping mouth. His cock was already turgid and it quickly swelled to an impressive size. It tasted of urine, stale sperm and acrid pussy juices. After a few thrusts, it spurt inside her mouth.

"Swallow, you stupid cunt! Don't dare to spit it!"

With her mouth forced open, Aurelia was unable to spit, even she had dared to. The thick stuff was slowly dribbling down her throat, leaving a coat of sperm inside her mouth and on her tongue.

The man was quickly replaced by another one who stood in front of her. He began to jerk, her cock aimed at Aurelia’s face. A woman was with him, wearing a rich cocktail dress. She went behind Aurelia and grabbed her auburn curls, pulling on them so as to keep her face immobile.

"Yesss... ohhh... hold her face... yesss... aaaooohhhhh... hereeeee... ooohhhhhh... shit... that was a huge load!" grunted the man as Aurelia felt thick, greasy gobbles of sperm landing across her face and into her mouth. Some landed in her nostrils as well and formed bubbles as she breathed. Aurelia was moaning, feeling utterly debased by the continuous rain of sperm.

The woman left Aurelia’s hair alone and came to the man who was panting in front of her. She seized his member and directed it towards the spy’s face. “Piss on her now!” she encouraged him. But his cock hardened under her soft touch and the man could not piss.

"Come on darling, you harden always when I hold your cock... and you can't piss... come on, concentrate... yes yes yes... ohh yessss... directly into her gullet..."

Again, Aurelia felt hot piss streaming into her mouth and splashing over her face as she tried to avoid it.

“Damn it!” cursed the woman. “She moves too much! Most went out of her mouth. This can’t do!” She rummaged into her purse and pulled out a short string with curved hooks on both ends. She leaned over Aurelia’s face and threaded one hook through the earring hole in her lobe. She passed the string behind her nape and hooked it in the same fashion on her other ear. Then, passing behind her, the woman pulled on the small chain, until Aurelia’s back skull banged against the top of her wooden stocks, her face forced upwards. The woman then hooked the chain to the pole, restraining the young spy by her own ears. Aurelia tried to turn and lift her head, but she was held for good and could only move one centimetre in each direction.

“Now, it’s time you drink piss for real!” she told her. She lifted the front of her dress, revealing to everybody that she was wearing no panties. She squatted over Aurelia’s stocks and sat on her face. Aurelia grunted as her nose was pressed into the sweaty, acrid woman’s folds. Seconds later, a warm stream of urine spurted into her gaping mouth. This time, she had to swallow it to the last drop, her stomach filling with the disgusting liquid.

Aurelia was forced to receive at least 20 loads of cum and twice as much golden shower in the upcoming two hours. She spilled out a great amount but even more found its way down to her stomach, filling her belly with the sweet human sperm and the acrid human urine. What was spilled out covered the wooden stab of her stocks under her chin and also dropped onto her legs. Her nostrils were filled with the awful stench also and being used as a party-toilet was hundred times worse than anything she had ever experienced in her life. When the party was finally over and the guests had left, Aurelia felt like a used rag, like a totally used up and screwed out nothing.

"You bitch." she heard Adamar's voice again. “you will be taken to the slave market in the condition you are now! Whether the Hunter buys you or anyone else, people need to know you're an unfaithful runaway!" He spat into her mouth and left her where she was. But not alone. She heard as some people were moving around and made the cleaning of the party room.

"Hey.. Buddy... let's rape her... Adamar won't discover a bit more sperm, just look at her!"

"Shut the fuck up... jerk your cum into her mouth if you want, but I won't fuck that mouth... she is simply disgusting... I'm not a fucking homosexual spermophile..."

And Aurelia’s nightmare continued as unwashed cock after another poured its load into her unwilling throat, until the whole cleaning team had passed over her. The party had ended late into the night and when the cleaning was finally over, the time had come to lead Aurelia to the auction.