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 VII – The slaves’ market

Aurelia was exhausted like never before in her life. She hadn't had any resting sleep since she awoke in the warehouse of Carrick City. She had been raped and tortured several times, she had faced horrors that reflected the deepest pits of hell. The future didn't seem bright as well, all of the happenings were out of her control and the wicked people gathered in the city of Ashagen predicted ultimate misery for the young agent.

Early in the morning she was released from the floor,every parts of her cruel bondage but her blindfold remained. She was dragged onto her feet by one of Adamar's guard and tossed outside the building. Her mates were already waiting outside, every girl she had left behind in the night were sitting on a small, two-wheeled cart. Two harnessed horses waited and Adamar was sitting right next to the coach. All of the other slaves looked beautiful, they were pampered in such a professional way, that even Jane looked attractive. They were not gagged or blindfolded and only a metal shackle on their left ankle tied them to the legs of their seats. Jane, Renata and Nina looked at Aurelia with horror and despite the hateful torture games forced on them by Adamar the three women's facial expression showed pity. Trixie looked into Aurelia's eyes and smiled, her eyes were flashing with gratification. Aurelia was taken upto the cart and both of her ankles were chained to the seat.

She had been wearing the heavy stocks since several hours and her back and shoulders were screaming in pain. Her arms were knotted with cramps and her wrists and neck showed signs of chaffing. No amount of twisting or pushing could alleviate her predicament anymore. She was really a mess and her sweaty, greasy, smelly, filthy look seemed even worse when contrasted with the allure of her cart mates. Her face was particularly hideous, covered with a irregular, yellowish crust of dried cum, locks of auburn hair matted to her cheeks and forehead. Her breath was stinking like a sewer hole, and indeed it was almost the function she had provided for the last couple of hours. In addition, Aurelia was utterly exhausted and depressed. The lack of sleep was beginning to show up on her usually strong figure. But arguably the most depressing was that, although she had gathered a lot of intelligence about this place, she had failed to contact the Agency. The prospects of breaking free were even weaker now that she had already done it once. She would probably be guarder with special precaution, as she was already experiencing it.

Tiredness, pain and fear worked together to instillate the first drops of doubt in the young spy usually confident mind. Would she succeed? Would she escape from this hell? Would she do it unscathed?

"Go!" the slave trader said and the cart began to move. Four guards escorted them, walking on both sides of the cart as they rolled out to the street. With her face forced to stare upward, Aurelia had to contort her whole torso in order to look around herself. The wide ring gag was preventing her to talk with her companions. Unlike during the night, there were much more peoples in the street despite the early hour. The cart headed towards the square where Aurelia had seen the six burnt women. They passed the house where she had been recaptured and the poor, dehydrated girl stared at them with senseless eyes. They rolled through the square and Aurelia realized that the last suffering girl had finally died. The awful stench of burnt human flesh could be smelled as they moved between the frames. Renata started to cry when she realized how cruelly burnt the women were, but Trixie stared at the roasted legs as if she was seeing some kind of attraction. They drove along several other streets and through other squares. On almost every spot, naked and tortured female bodies were forced into different positions. Cages with slaves were hanging from walls or from wooden posts, crucified women were moaning in pain. Aurelia counted and at the time they reached the huge square with the sign "Slave market", she had numbered 20 corpses and another 40 half-dead females along their route. Ashagen was the source of true evil.

The slave market was a large, egg shaped square with dozens of small and large wooden platforms. Despite the early hour, several platforms were already filled with naked and mainly young women standing on them. Every slave trader had their own stage and minions. The dawn was cold and the slaves were trembling in the chilly air but their owners didn't pay any attention to such discomforts.

Adamar's platform was a medium-sized, one-meter-high, wooden stage which had a horizontal beam about 3 meters above it and three vertical poles. The cart parked behind the platform and the slaves were released from their seats. One by one, the guards lifted the girls and placed them directly onto the platform. Aurelia's mates were rowed on the edge of the platform, their ankle shackles were chained to iron rings embedded into the wooden surface. Aurelia however suffered much more extreme a treatment. Adamar stepped to her and grinned evilly.

"Stick out your tongue, unfaithful cunt!" he said. A guard assisted him and showed a cruel looking hook to the agent. "We can do this the easy or the hard way. You decide..." Adamar said in sinister voice.

Aurelia had not much choice. She could not hope to fight or flee, restrained as she was now, and with her mouth kept wide open by the ring gag, she could not even protect her tongue. Accordingly, she stuck her tongue timidly out of her gaping mouth. It was still coated with semi-dry sperm as she had not been able to produce enough saliva to wash out the sticky, foul gooey.

With a grimace of disgust, the guard grabbed her tongue at its base with a vice grip and pulled it out a little further. He then approached the hook and Aurelia, her eyes crossed over her protruding tongue, began to moan and flare her nostrils in terror. Deliberately, the guard pierced the hook through the tip of the wiggling, sensitive organ. The pain shot through the secret agent’s head and she screamed to the top of her lungs, attracting the attention of the gathering crowd in the place.

The guard let go off the tongue but deftly tied a thin rope to the hook. The rope was dropped over the horizontal post and a guard started to pull until Aurelia had to push her tongue as far as she could. Her face was forced upwards and she also had to rise on her tiptoes as her hooked tongue was forced higher and higher. When Adamar was satisfied by her tongue stretching, he waved to the guard and the rope was knotted. The poor girl was standing on the very tip of her luscious toes desperately attempting to keep her balance. Her tongue was stretched to the maximum, the hook piercing her tongue caused her extraordinary pain. The sperm dried on her face and around her lips, after having been forced to drink litres of cum and piss. Her stomach was fuller then ever before. Aurelia pissed herself as the cruel tongue stretching reached its maximum and she was exposed in such a cruel way. Her previous tongue-leash experience seemed almost pleasurable according to the terrifying feeling she felt standing on tiptoes.

"Good... this will teach you what a runaway deserves here." Adamar murmured.

Moaning, Aurelia was tottering on the tip of her toes, her calves clenched, to allow her the longest extension her body could offer. She kept her feet and legs snug together for the same reason. But still, the traction on her tongue was painful. Tears came to her eyes and she tried to beg for mercy. Of course, with her lips stretched thin, her jaws parted wide and her tongue pulled out, the sounds she uttered were very far removed from any syllable human beings usually proffered.

Accidentally or not, Trixie was Aurelia's neighbour again and the fallen queen watched her suffering with increasing attention. Trixie's limbs were free and only one ankle was secured to the floor so the wicked lesbian had quite a large space to move. As if by accident, Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's toes with her cherry-red painted toes and giggled in a low voice when Aurelia swung slightly from the sudden attack.

As the sun crawled higher on the sky, the slave market slowly filled with people. Every platform got into use as the snoozing slave traders arrived and soon the first customers appeared around the square. Men and women of all ages and in various style of clothing swarmed the market. Although Aurelia had to keep her face towards the sky, she managed to glance around sometimes and the sight was that of a strange carnival. She saw roman citizens like Adamar and his men, Arabian sheiks wearing turbans, Nazi officers, medieval inquisition torturers, cowboys and even dark Jedi’s, but several citizens wore regular clothes or modern BDSM-style latex outfits. Ashagen was the melting-pot of all possible fetishes and styles, the place was really free from any conventional regularities.

The chill of the dawn had left place to the heat of the day as the sun had been darting its rays on the market place. The slaves were regularly given iced water and sprayed with cool brume in order to keep them as fresh and good-looking as possible. Most slaves at least, but some were denied such commodities. Aurelia was of course among them. Not a drop of water was allowed her and she was now pouring sweat all over her glistening body. Her mouth, lips and tongue were parched and crackled. Her eyes, forced to stare at the blindingly blue sky were aching as well. Several flies were crawling of buzzing around her taut body, licking her sweat and making her crazy from the urge to scratch the itching. Her legs were trembling with exhaustion and the shaking propagated to her whole body, causing tremendous pain in the tearing base of her tongue.

Several customers stopped at Adamar's platform and had a look at the slaves, some of them even climbed the stairs to the stage and inspected the girls closer.

"Look at that bold black bitch... what lips she has... she might be able to deep-throat a horse with them..." a Disney-like princess said to the man walking with her.

"Guys... the first class cunt must have done something wrong... her legs are trembling as if she were being electrocuted... I wonder if she will fall and tear her tongue out..." a young man wearing a Nazi colonel suit told to his friends. Everyone in the small group laughed.

Adamar stepped to every potential customer and greeted them warmly.

"Oh Mister Osakawa! Nice to see you again. How is your wife? Ohhh... I condole with you on her death; she was so young and fresh. Are you looking for another fortunate maid? I have perfect merchandise for such purposes."

"The blonde bitch is 50.000 $ Mr Kowalski, but I know how much you love huge breasts. I shall never forget the fantastic tit steak we ate at your last party. But she has no real tits... maybe I can offer you the black bitch, she is much cheaper but her breasts are fatty and supple... ohhh... I'm sorry, I didn't know you didn't like black-skinned meat..."

Once when Adamar was busy with a customer and not a single person was inspecting the stage, Aurelia felt Trixie's finger slowly probing her anus.

"Aurelia... my love..." Trixie whispered. "You cannot imagine how deep in love I'm with you..." she said as her index finger found Aurelia's shit hole. She forced her bony finger inside causing Aurelia to swing out slightly. The helpless Aurelia could only moan in feeble protest at the unwanted caress.

"I wanted you so much..." Trixie stepped onto Aurelia's baby toe with her big toe and increased the pressure. Aurelia moaned louder, unable and unwilling to move her foot away from the nasty stomping, too scared at the idea of having her tongue torn from her throat.

"You cannot imagine how much I was craving for your tongue in my moist pussy..." she raked her sharp toenail against Aurelia's almost vertical sole tickling the wrinkled sole. Aurelia’s whole body shook as the vicious clawing activated automatic reflexes in her foot. She grunted in protest, glaring at Trixie from the corner of her blinking and dry eyes, hoping to drive her away. Trixie's eyes were burning in crazy desire. She didn't intent to move away or leave Aurelia alone. Trixie caught her chance to torment a girl and she did her best.

"You cannot know how much I wanted you to fist my pussy." Trixie forced another finger into Aurelia's ass. The cover agent felt her sphincter forced painfully wider. She clenched her buttocks, which made her lose her balance. She yelped as she felt the pull on her tongue increasing to an inhuman level. Her eyes were bulging out in sheer terror. She was going to be reduced to muteness. She waved her yoked arms, clenching the air with her fingers, vainly trying to brace herself against some support. Realising what was about to happen, Trixie hooked her fingers firmly inside her victim’s anus and pulled upwards, helping her to regain her footing.

"Your tongue is so sexy, do not wiggle too much, it would be a real loss to lose it..." she removed her fingers from the agent's anus wiped clean her digits on Aurelia's stretched and exposed tongue. "No matter what happens... this is not the last time we face each other." Trixie promised before having to withdraw from teasing Aurelia as Adamar returned onto the stage. With a final bitchiness Trixie kicked hard the top Aurelia's foot making the girl swing out almost to the point where her tongue would be torn. Aurelia let out a long moan. Her tongue was smeared with her own shit and the foul taste added to her misery. Before long, big, green flies landed on her tongue and adventured inside her mouth, looking for more food to feast upon. Aurelia was overwhelmed with disgust and retched and blew, attempting to scare the flies away. But the smart insects soon realised the helplessness of their victim and did not even mind to take off anymore.

Aurelia was trembling there already for hours and she knew that the fight was close to its end. Her legs, ankles and especially her toes were throbbing sharply and despite her special training the fatigue was overwhelming her. She knew that the root of her tongue would not be able to hold the weight of her body without major damages. But suddenly something happened. A couple arrived and the exhausted woman did not remarked them until she heard a known female voice.

"Ohhh yesss... this is her... the girl with the most beautiful feet I have ever seen..." the voice said. Aurelia fixed her eyes onto the arrival and realized that Laura, the woman who had performed her pampering stood smiling before Adamar's stage. Unlike the rest of the slave market's attendants, she had quite an everyday outfit on. She had in company a tall, dark-haired man who stood next to her wearing jeans and white shirts. The couple walked closer and Adamar hurried before them.

"Laura darling... how nice to see you again! You did a great job last night with the slaves... they're dazzlingly beautiful." he greeted the woman. "Greetings to you too... Sir..." he addressed his next words to the dark haired man. The man had pale, cold eyes. Aurelia knew those eyes.

"Good morning Mylord... it seems you were unable to resist the urge and caused her severe damage..." the man - who acted as a ninja during the night - replied.

"She deserved that!" Adamar barked and spat towards the suffering Aurelia. "And you should buy her immediately or she might loose a tongue..." the trader said.

"No... you would never ruin the condition of your most valuable goods, Mylord... so she is relatively safe... but it doesn't matter from now. Here we go." the ninja said and handed two bunches of money to Adamar before removing one banknote. "199.000$, Mylord. There is a hole on her tongue... that decreases her value..."

"God damn you, valuable customer..." Adamar hissed and took the money. "Take her away!"

"You owe me the spiked heels, Mylord, you know how expensive quality torture equipment is these days." the ninja stretched Adamar's patience even more.

"On that cart behind the platform... young man! My men will handle the cunt for you... now leave my place... you are as annoying as you are a good hunter..." Adamar waved the man away. Aurelia's rope was cut and the poor girl collapsed on the platform. Her head knocked against the hard wooden surface but finally the continual threat of losing her tongue eased. Aurelia raised her head dazedly and faced Trixie's red painted toes at very close distance. The wicked woman pushed her sole against Aurelia's lips and still outstretched tongue and as she bent her toes she forced the toes inside Aurelia's mouth. It was just for a short moment, but Trixie smiled victoriously. Aurelia coughed and turned her face away, spitting the dust that Trixie’s sole had collected on her way to the slave market.

Aurelia was dragged to her feet and by two guards she was soon dropped from the platform, landing at the feet of the man. He stepped closer and with the tip of his shoe he forced Aurelia's face upwards. He removed the ring from her mouth, which was followed by a large amount of saliva and foul liquids, dirty remains of her humiliating night.

"Poor thing. I wonder how many loads you have swallowed... did you count?"

Aurelia lifted her eyes toward him and answered “I’ve lost the count after 30”.

"Sounds like you have a really deep gullett... that will be useful, keep it ready." the man replied.

The spiked high heels were dropped next to Aurelia. The man nodded to Adamar's guard and the shoes were soon strapped on the girl's feet. As she was moaning in the dust she saw that Laura was talking to Adamar and the slave trader pointed towards Trixie several times and also said something about Aurelia as well. Laura was smiling and after some further discussion, she handed Adamar a bunch of money. The guards began to release Trixie from her bonds as Laura walked from the platform and headed towards the ninja.

"She is yours... I mean ours now..." she said. "I also bought her rival, I feel we can turn their relation into great fun." she laughed. At these words, Aurelia sighed. “I’ll never get rid of that horny lesboe!” she tought.

"You are wrong, Laura. She is MINE though I owe you some money. And you will be repaid, do not worry" the man replied.

"Oh come on Tyros... I've angeled your craving for this beauty so you can't keep her totally for yourself. You must grant me the right to play with her." Laura replied.

"I grant you what we have agreed... as long as you leave her and especially her feet intact." Tyros nodded.

"We will see, my dear... we will see... so can I visit you this evening, as we agreed?"

"You are always welcome, Laura, but leave your pedicurist kit at home... I don't want to see a single pin or needle..."

"See you around seven!" Laura replied and left them as she walked back to Trixie who was already collared and chained. Her hands were chained behind her back and her ankles were linked by two feet of heavy chain. The man took Aurelia's tongue rope and tugged on it.

"Stand up, you already know how this works. Keep your heels up and do not loose your balance... we're going to walk a lot." he ordered.

Aurelia forced her trembling legs to function again and she managed to get on her feet, bracing on the heavy piece of timber locked around her neck and wrists. The last part, when she had to stand on her nail-heeled “shoes” was awkward as she had immediately to balance on the ball of her feet. Her tired calves cringed as she found herself once again in that awful position. Aurelia had never been a great adept of high-heels. She preferred sneakers and gym shoes and put on 1- or 2-inch heels only on particular occasions. She had never had the opportunity to train the particular set of muscles used to walk on huge heels all day long. She was quickly making up for the time lost though.

She was standing on her toes, panting, her strong, slender, curvaceous body glistening in the sun, her proud breasts heaving, with her arms stretched on both sides of her head. Trixie looked at her from feet to head and blinked at her, whispering “I told you, didn’t I?” Aurelia glared at her and whispered back through her gag “’eave me a’one ‘ow, you shtu’id ‘yke”.

"You will beg me to let you love my body, I swear..." Trixie hissed.

“’e’er!” answered Aurelia, anger swelling inside her.

Tyros noticed the low-voice altercation and grinned. Laura was right: this pair would provide a lot of fun. And just now this gave him an idea to entertain the journey while maintaining the hate that sparkled between the two slaves. Tugging on Aurelia’s tongue leash, he pulled it between Trixie’s buttocks, up her slit and snapped it to a toothed clamp he had just pinched on her clitoris. The leash was so short that Aurelia had to stay bent at the waist, with her nose but centimetres from Trixie’s luscious buttocks.

"Do not talk unless you are asked, slaves. No matter what happens. Enjoy the journey!" he said and slapped Trixie’s ass and Aurelia's face with the same strike. "Go!" Laura joined them as they headed towards the exit of the market and smiled at the funny sight of the two women's quite comical efforts to move at minimum pain.

"Aren't they charming little angels?" Laura asked Tyros. "Just look at them, they seem in love with each other."

The walk was really long and Aurelia suffered much. Although her toes and muscles could rest a bit while she had been laying on the dirt, the exhausting fight for her tongue had made her every tendon burning. Tyros was walking on the girl’s right and whenever she stopped or slowed he slapped her or Trixie’s ass. The two girls could not maintain an equal pace and they kept moaning all the time, with sharper yelps whenever a clitoris or a tongue got a harsher yank. But Aurelia’s was the most dreadful situation. Bent over, she had still to maintain her balance on the cruel heels threatening her soles while supporting the heavy yoke on her sore shoulders. She was drooling profusely on the ground and her breasts kept bouncing under her heaving chest, animated by her arrhythmic strides.

Anger was building in Trixie's heart. Aurelia kept yanking her clit and the fallen queen emitted pain-brought yelps, and each time her anger got even larger. Aurelia should have been the one who had to keep the pace as she was behind. That stupid bitch, she tugged on the leash again and again and Trixie felt renewed hatred. Hate and love, two opposing feelings harmonized together in her heart towards Aurelia. Trixie wanted to have the other woman and she wanted her to suffer. Suddenly she forgot to raise her left foot and as Aurelia stepped forward her foot collided withTrixie's ankle. The kick must have hurt but due to the sudden stumble, Aurelia's heel pushed against the spikes hardly, the sharp pointed needles punctured her skin and penetrated her tender flesh.

Aurelia yelped in pain and kicked her foot up to relieve the pain in her heel. The movement made her straighten her back a little and she yanked hard on Trixie’s clitoris and on her own tongue. But the points did not get out of her sole and Aurelia had to shake her foot frantically to free it. This caused further shaking of the connecting chain and more complaints from Trixie.

"Stop that, bitches!" Tyros ordered and he slapped hardly against Trixie's cheek leaving a red mark on her skin.

As they left the slave market and walked along several streets, Aurelia discovered hundreds of other slaves led by their owners. She saw girls whose arms and legs had been amputated at the elbows and knees and who were crawling like sick dogs. She saw a chariot pulled by four women who were dressed like ponies. Soon she was forced to consider that her own misery was far from the worst.

After half an hour of that painful walk, they finally stopped at the door of a small and dirty house. Tyros separated the slaves and turned to Laura.

"Take your new purchase to your home and see you around seven. We'll be waiting for you." he said goodbye to Laura. "Seven." the woman replied and gently gripped Trixie's ass. "Go baby, go." The slave and her mistress left them alone.