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Chapter XIII – Ayala's punishment
Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena
English corrected by JP
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
Ayala was led out by a muscular, hideous mask-wearing male guard. His name was Tony, and Tony just loved his work. He was only 25-year-old but despite his age, he had already spent more than six years in the French foreign legion. His heart had been killed, he had seen so many cruelty and inhuman, soulless acts during his stay in Africa that nothing could ever reach his conscience. He had become heartless and cruel himself, and females were nothing more than animals who must be treated as such; especially the Black ones. He had learnt that Ashagen contained two types of females: The citizens and the slaves, and the first category was taboo. He often felt an almost invincible urge to beat Kelly to a bloody pulp. The shapely bottomed blonde's provocative behaviour was a great turn-on to him and fuelled his sadistic lust, but fortunately Tony had hundreds of other women to play with so he could hold his dangerous attitude back. Slaves were nothing. Unfortunately the rest of the slaves in the Arena's pits belonged to other citizens so too heavy treatment was not allowed, but in special cases it wasn't a problem if he broke the limits. And the Black bitch who was stumbling along on her needle-pierced and severely-burnt feet was the kind of slave that was intended to be roughly treated. Really rough! And Tony liked that.
After a long walk for Ayala that covered only a short distance, they entered the first pit, under the auditorium. Ayala's feet were almost totally incapable of carrying her weight. They had only walked ten metres when the Black slave fell on the ground and was unable to stand up again. They were still in the Arena and the spectators who were waiting for the next race found great pleasure in mocking the unfortunate woman. Tony had to remove the needles from Ayala's feet, because she was in too much pain and Tony had no intention of carrying her heavy body. Once all needles had been dropped in the sand, Ayala could make it again, stood up and headed towards the entrance of the pits, but her walk remained crippled, and very funny for several spectators and Tony too.
The first pit was a small and narrow, windowless room, with only a few lamps providing a dim light. The stench was awful for Tony, but Ayala, who had spent days in places like this and had just been forced to keep a rotting hand in her mouth, had been forced to drink litres of stinky piss and mixed cum, smelled nothing. Her olfactory receptors had been snuffed long time ago.
Six cubic cages were hanging from the ceiling, and every cage contained one body. Six human males, six men were caged there. Their legs were hanging under the cages from knee down through the spaces between the bars, their toes were about half a metre above the floor. The cages were too small for the muscular and seemingly young men; they were forced into the cages in obviously painful positions, arms, backs, chests and faces were pushed against the cold metal bars. Their testicles were also hanging under the cages. Sharply serrated alligator clips were attached to the skin of their sacks, and big iron balls were hanging from them. The sacs were stretched to their limits and it seemed that they had elongated proportionally to the time spent. One of the men had such extremely-stretched sacs that his testicles were hanging at almost the same level as his feet. Blood was dripping from the sacs and all six men were moaning pitifully. The stone floor under the cages was blackened, a clear proof of former fires lit on those spots. Two guys' feet were full of blisters and reddened and even blackened spots. Strange, yellowish fluids were leaking from the popped blisters and the skin was peeling off on big spots.
Tony playfully tapped Ayala's throat dildo and suddenly slapped her so hard, that the woman fell onto the ground and a new bruise started to form on her cheek.
“Here they're. You will be their foot slave for the upcoming hours. You're going to lick all these twelve feet until they're polished shiny and glistening like clean gold. Meanwhile I might fuck your ass, supposing I can withdraw that tube from it.”
With that, he pulled the hollow dildo out of her mouth and gave it to the man locked in the first cage. The prisoner took the dildo avidly, his tired eyes glowing as they starred at the Black’s squatting body. “Come here, baby. Suck on my feet if you want your toy back.”
Ayala’s eyes grew wide as the dildo was yanked from her throat. She could already feel her throat tightening. She immediately force herself to straighten up on her knees. With her arms chained in her back and the heavy bar passing through her breasts weighing her down, it was not an easy task, but she had grown used to it and had reached a decent level of proficiency. Groaning continuously, the bar and her breasts bouncing, the rings of her elongated inner lips rattling on the floor, she crawled towards the first cage.
The man was stinking like nothing she had ever smelled. It felt horrid even to her saturated smell receptors. These men had probably not bathed in one year. Sweat and filth was literally dripping from them. Putting her disgust aside, Ayala opened wide her mouth and shoved the left foot into her mouth. Gagging, she tried to push it as far as she could, forcing her own jaws apart, stretching her cheeks, until she could feel the toes pressing against her throat. She pushed further and managed to widen her slowly constricting gullet. Retching, she pulled her head backwards, pulling the feet out. A thread of saliva linked her lips to the toes. She breathed as deeply as she could and then began to lick the foot. She passed her tongue between the toes, under the sole, over the foot. As her breath was once again reduced to a trickle, she rapidly switched to the next foot and shoved it deep into her throat, widening her gullet once more.
This was the moment Tony chose to attack her from behind. He shoved two fingers in her rectum and hooked them to the corkscrewed piece of steel that was keeping her anus gaping. He yanked on it with all his strength, with no other result than extracting a long scream of pain from the poor black slave. Tony had then to cope with it and just pushed his hard cock into her hole. This one was sufficiently narrow to pleasure his cock. After a couple of minutes of hard humping, Tony came into the Black’s rectum, filling her with his sperm. Satisfied, he left the cell, leaving Ayala to perform her duties alone.
Ayala worked hard on the man’s foot while she could still breathe more or less freely. Once the foot was shining with her saliva, she looked upward and asked: “Please, give me back my dildo so that I can go to the next cage.”
The man grinned and answered: “See my balls? They need some washing too. Then I’ll give you back your toy.”
Ayala growled but she had no other option but to comply. She shoved once more the foot into her throat to widen her gullet. She took several deep breaths and then brought her face to the dangling testicles. She swallowed them, retching at the salty, sweaty, hairy thing. But then, instead of licking the filthy sacs, she clenched her teeth on them and mumbled around them: “Gimme ‘ack ‘y ‘ildo!” She punctuated her order with a threatening yank on the already stretched balls. Several of Ayala's teeth were broken or missing but that made her bite even more painful for the prisoner, the sharp edges of the broken teeth cut the surface of the sacs easily and made the man groan in pain.
“Stoooop! Stooop you fucking bitch! Releaseeee meeeeee!” the man shrieked as Ayala tightened the grip, drawing blood from the already tortured and unnaturally stretched sacs. The man was shaking inside his small cage, the pain caused by Ayala made him drop the dildo, which fell and landed right in front of the girl with a loud, rattling sound.
Ayala let go of the bruised testicles and threw herself eagerly on the tubular dildo. She had to push her face against the floor, like a pig looking for truffles, to be able to grab the thick dildo, first with her lips, then with her teeth. Then, she rested the dildo’s handle against a seam in the floor to push it up her mouth and into her throat. Immediately fresh air flowed into her longing lungs and she let out a sigh of relief.
Sid was smiling widely. He was only twenty years old and had been a slave of Ashagen for more than a year. He used to be a model and had caught the attention of someone. He had been kiddnapped and taken to the city where Sid's life had changed drastically. Around 80 percents of the slaves were females but sometimes male slaves were recruited too, as several of Ashagen's citizens loved both sex, only a few of them were drawn solely to men. Sid was straight in the beginning but he had met so many weird people in Ashagen that his sexual affinity had soon changed to bisexual. He was simply raped too many times in the ass or in the mouth that he got used to the sight, touch, taste and smell of cocks.
Whatever, the horribly tortured and modified body of the Black slave squatting under his buddy excited Sid. Before he was dragged to Ashagen Sid had considered himself as a normal guy without perversions. After one year in the city he was trained to think much differently.
Sid was old furniture in the PainBringer Arena, his tasks were taking part in different kinds of torture games where the competitors had to endure sexual abuses and those acts were made by slaves, mainly because of risks that would not be taken by protected citizens. So Sid had seen hundreds of different torture and rape games during his stay in the Arena. He had been an active participant of those often disgusting and inhumanly degrading acts, and his once healthy mind had slowly deformed. He had become similar to the citizens, his sadistic and perverted side awoke and was let to rage. Hanging in a tiny cage or being immobilized in any other position was not fun. Torturing and fucking other unfortunate slaves became the goal of his life, the only thing that could make him feel alive and happy. His only entertainment was in the hell created by Kelly and her companions. So Sid was staring with lustful eyes at the Black bitch polishing the smelly feet, and sick thoughts were swirling in his mind.
When the Black finally got back her throat dildo and crawled towards him, Sid smiled wildly. He wiggled his toes and a fantasy flashed through his mind: his whole foot was pushed deep inside the bitch's rectum and he could felt the warmness of her body. Sid had not got any kindness, any comfort from Kelly. He had only got pain, suffering, degradation and humiliation, so the upcoming act of having his feet licked and sucked by a woman made him happy and he could hardly wait for the act to begin.
“You're so pretty, black flower!” he greeted Ayala. Sid was dirty, his had been handsome once but that year had made him look like a bum, or even worse, like Quasimodo.
Ayala glared at him over her mouth distorted by the penis-gag as she crawled towards him. Arrived under his cage, she put the gag on the floor, carefully letting it stand on its butt so that it would be easier later to recover it. Already she could feel the anguishing sensation of her throat tightening. She was such a wreck, slave to so dull a device as this hollow gag. These thoughts made her furious.
“Shut up! Black flower, my ass! I have a job to do and I'll do it fast and well. That's all” she spat angrily.
“Come ooon! Why are you soo rough? We have the same interest here...”
“We don't. You are here snoozing in your cage while I have to wash your feet. You have no idea how it feels to have your body loaded with metal and aching with every move. Now, hold your feet still or I chew your fucking balls as I did with your buddy there!” Ayala answered, her voice changing slowly as her throat constricted.
“As you wish! You can tear my balls and fucking slurp all my blood, but I won't be such a coward as Hank! Now give me that shit or I call for the guard!”
“Gimme your feet and stop talking!” Ayala in a strange, half-whispering voice. Anxiousness could be read on her ring-covered face.
“Now... unfortunately I'm missing a nice pedicure for almost a year or so...” he said and wiggled his toes. His toenails were long, shattered, covered with dirt and yellowish. His toes were also hairy and dirty, calluses and small mounds of fungous infections covered the skin. “As you're the very first person in a long time who could give me some kind treatment please, soften up those horn and bite off my toenails first... I want to be a pretty guy again!” he said and smiled like and idiot, wiggling his toes in front of Ayala's face.
Ayala was hating it, but the relentless pressure on her throat, her breathing that had already begun to hiss left her no choice. She had been given a task and she knew there would be no rest for her until she had completed it. And she would need rest for the on-coming Final Screams show. She eagerly swallowed Sid's foot until she could feel his toes stretching her wind pipe. Her ringed nostrils flared as she filled her lungs with the smelly air surrounding the man's filthy, cheesy feet. With her lungs satisfied, she started to lick and suck on the toes and foot pads, coating them in her sparse saliva.
Ayala got busy enough with her disgusting task. Sid's stinking toes stunned not only her smelling senses but her ears too, as her desperate attempts of keeping the toes deep inside her throat made her listening to her blood running in her own veins. She did not hear when the cell's door was reopened and Tony returned with seven awfully dirty, hairy and stinking male slaves from a neighbour cell. All newcomer men were naked, their bodies were covered with bruises, wounds, burn marks and they were covered in their own excrement. Their big toes were missing and some of the new guys had still leaking, purulent wounds where the toes had been. Their wrists were chained together against their chests, but no other device or mutilation restricted their movement. One after the other they marched into the cell, staring with craving eyes at the kneeling, foot throating Black.
“Gentlemen!” Tony shouted and Ayala finally recognized that the room was filled. “After your success yesterday in breaking those bitches in the Arena, I grant you a reward. This shit here is Slave Ayala, loser of the previous game. Her task is to clean EVERY foot in the stables... including yours. Feel free to take your time with her and enjoy that meaty body of hers! Go! Work!” he ordered and the seven freaks groaned in excitement. All of them were missing their tongues but their teeth were flashing wildly as they grinned and walked towards Ayala. None of them could run without big toes, but as they got through the short distance from the door to the terrified Ayala, their cocks were rock hard. Strong hands grabbed the helpless girl's shoulders and yanked her from Sid's feet.
Ayala grunted in sheer terror at the sight of the pitiful wrecks that were now attacking her. She realised that she was even more a wreck than them and that there was no way she could protect herself against their assaults. One of them had already taken possession of the hollow penis-gag she had carefully put on the floor. She struggled with all her might but chained and pierced as she was, and with so many hands pulling on her limbs and hair, there was little she could do.
Ayala was forced onto her back and one greasy foot on her forehead pinned her head to the cold floor. Another foot was forced deep inside her mouth, stretching her fat, wounded lips widely. She gagged on it, feeling her jaws parted painfully wide. The stench was tremendous. Her nostrils were flaring as she tried to shake her head free. The foot pressing against her forehead was half blocking her sight.
Her legs were raised high and immobilized by strong arms while a kneeling slave yanked the tube out of Ayala's black pussy. Blood, dirt and unidentified body fluids sprayed into all direction as the long time ago embedded iron was finally removed from her tortured hole. She howled in deep agony and her strong body arched and bucked against the damp floor. She felt too other slaves seizing the ends of her breast spike and holding her down with it.
The slave with the longest, really threatening-sized cock knelt in front of the Black woman's trembling crotch and pumped his member deep inside the well-stretched but sore and bleeding cunt. Ayala's screamed in anger and agony, the muscles bulging under her black, greasy skin. She wanted to beg them to stop, to remind them they were all slaves and should not abuse each other, but all she could was slurp the dirty foot raping her mouth while trying to steal some fresh air whenever the foot left enough room between it and her stretched, pierced lips.
Another guy stood above Ayala's head and suddenly a strong burst of yellow, stinky piss splashed against Ayala's face, wetting her nose, cheeks and the fellow's foot what was almost ankle deep forced into the poor woman's oral cavity. She moaned under this ultimate degradation. The urine was burning her eyes, filling her nostrils with acrid stench and soaking her hair and face.
The men took turns working on her, never leaving her a chance of getting some rest. One after the other, they emptied their bladders and testicles onto and into her body, filling her with sperm and filth. Her struggles became weaker and weaker as pain and exhaustion were taking their toll. By the time they all had a chance to ejaculate twice into her, she was left on her back, panting heavily, covered with sperm and dripping with urine. One of the males had shoved back her penis-gag to allow her to breathe while they rested.
As she regained some energy, she began to move a little, trying to change her position.
“Look at this lazy bitch!” said Tony. “Resting on the floor instead of working!” With that, he ripped the gag out of her mouth, relishing the look of fear this cruel act arose in her bulging eyes. Holding the gag in clear view, he walked to the opposite side of the cell. “Want your toy? Want to breathe? Just come here, baby!”
Groaning in pain and frustration, and already feeling her throat tightening, Ayala forced her sore limbs to move and contorted herself to a kneeling position. She began to crawl toward the man who was holding her breathing tube, her multiple chains and piercing rattling along the way. As she arrived close to the man, he extended his arms towards her face, as for shoving the gag into her welcoming, sperm-drooling mouth, but at the last moment, he threw the gag away. It bounced against the far wall and fell on the floor.
With a roar of frustration and anger, Ayala turned and began to hurry towards the object that would stretch again her throat which was now only letting a thin trickle of air into her tired lungs. Her knees were raw from so much crawling. Her heavy, weighted breasts were swinging as she forced herself to move forward. All the tongueless, crippled slaves and the others hanging in their small cages burst into roaring laughter as they were watching Ayala's desperate crawling as the poor girl strived to get to the corner where her breathing tube lie on the floor. One of the men who had raped the woman and made her swallow his sturdy foot almost to her stomach decided not to let the slave reach the tool. He suddenly stepped into Ayala's way and kicked her hard in the face, making her nose crack again.
Ayala fell flat on her belly, crushing her spiked breasts under her, moaning and spitting blood. The pressure on her windpipe was scaring her. Her ribcage was pumping hard to force some air into her lungs by now, producing a shrilling hiss. As her attacked limped away, she struggled to her knees once again. The process was horribly painful as she had to brace herself upon the long spike transfixed through her heavy breasts. Also, the rings at the end of her elongated labia invariably got entangled in something, yanking painfully on her sex. By the time she started again her crawling, her throat had closed completely and the desperate heaves of her chest were to no avail. Her eyes began to bulge as she hasted her pace.
Finally, she reached her gag, but just as she was struggling to get it back into her mouth, her butt high in the air and her breasts pressed into the damp floor, another slave found it funny to kick into the filthy dildo, shooting it across the room. Ayala would have screamed in frustration if only her burning lungs and constricted throat had allowed it. Instead, she just produced a strange, gargling groan and started again crawling towards her gag.
Her lungs were burning, her sight was getting tunnelled and darker, panic was pulsating throughout her whole being. Halfway across the cell, her legs denied her support and she crashed on the stone floor. She squirmed there, trying to push herself using only her toes, with little success. Her mouth was gaping wide in her vain attempts to suck air in her longing lungs. Her eyes were bulging out, her face was sheer panic. A black veil descended upon her eyes and a last bout of lucidity made her thank Death to free her from her inhuman fate.
She was awoken with strong slaps on her face. Her eyes blinked open and she realised that the gag was in and that she was breathing freely. Tony was sitting upon her belly, bent over her, looking at her. Her eyes had barely opened that he yanked the penis-gag out of her throat and threw it away.
This cruel game lasted for several cycles of crawling and passing-out. However, the cycles were getting shorter as Ayala's strength declined. The black girl had been turned into a zombie. As the fun decreased accordingly, Tony revived its interest by changing the rule: instead of throwing the gag away, he pushed one of the male slaves on his back, lifted his legs and shoved it into his anus.
“Get it and we'll leave you alone!” her ordered, his command welcomed by a burst of laughter.
Desperately, Ayala crawled to this ultimate humiliation, under the luscious and grinning stares of her fellow slaves. She pressed her face against the sweaty crotch of the slave. Her gag was barely protruding out of his anus. She seized it with her teeth and had to pull hard to get it out. Then she still had to spit it and grab it again from the other end, until she was finally able to press it all the way down her gullet, allowing her aching lungs to fill again.
Tony nodded, he was satisifed with Ayala's treatment. As soon as the woman pushed the tube back into her throat, raping her own windpipe with it, Tony opened the door and shepherded the toeless slaves out of the cell.
“As I see, there are still four pairs of unwashed, hanging feet in this cell, Slave! I'll be back in 10 minutes and want all of those feet glistening and shiny! If I find a single spot, a little piece of dirt on them, you will regret you were born!” he hissed and the cell's door closed with a loud bang.
Ayala, in spite of her exhaustion, tried her best to obey this order. She carefully licked the feet of the remaining caged slaves. Between each cage, she swallowed again her penis-gag and indulged into several lungful of stinking air before working on the next slave. The taste of the recently burnt and almost crispy soles were worse than any other. Ayala had to slurp in the earlier melted and refrozen body fat of the male slaves and big pieces of destroyed, charred pieces of skin were to be bitten off where the blisters had popped. She had never experienced such an awful and putrid taste, it was even worse than keeping the rotting hand in her mouth. Whatever, she kept on licking and sucking and cleaning the dripping, horribly tortured human limbs. All she wanted was the relief of being alone and quit the continous acts of humiliation and torture. She had barely washed the second foot of the last man when the cell door opened again.
Tony arrived and for Ayala’s real terror Kelly followed him. She looked at the blonde demoness with wild open eyes. In the last months of never ending pain and screams, Kelly had caused the most suffering to Ayala, and actually Kelly was the one whose wicked ideas and evil advices had transformed her into the freak she now was. Tony walked behind the Black girl and grabbed her face from both sides, applying heavy pressure to her cheek bones. The breathing dildo portruded grotesquely from her lips, Ayala’s slurping breaths were clearly audible. All of the male slaves became rigid and silent. Kelly’s presence made them shaking in their cages and gave them motivation to avoid attracting any attention. Kelly walked around the room and carefully, very patiently inspected the feet of all prisoners. Suddenly she stepped back and stared at Ayala perplexedly.
„Slave Ayala! You’re disappointing me! You left dirt under this man’s toenails!” Kelly hissed and pointed with her long index finger to Sid’s feet. „What a worthless, lazy bitch you are!” she said and suddenly landed a kick right between Ayala’s breasts, her pointed boot pressured out the air from the girl’s lungs. „Fuck you, cunt!” she slapped Ayala’s face with a second strike, drawing blood with her sharp nails from under the thin skin below Ayala’s eyes.
„Fortunately I don’t need to punish you because of this as you have already deserved the special punishment granted to the loser. I sense you’re not too hungry after swallowing so much sperm, piss, dirt and flakes of skin, but your real „reward” is still on the menu! Two rotten hands and the roasted tits from yesterday’s FinalScream Games are still waiting for you...” she smiled and as she turned around she let the pointed end of her heel sank deep into Ayala’s thigh, drawing blood again.
„Bring her, it’s time to meet her lunch!” she ordered and Tony dragged Ayala to her feet. They left the cell, Kelly was leading the line, Ayala followed behind and Tony was closing the line, entertaining himself by „accidentally” stepping onto Ayala’s heel-rings from time to time. Ayala was limping between them, her back humped because of the weight dangling from her sore breasts, her elongated labia bouncing against her thighs as she walked.
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