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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
The sun was shining brightly, and the exhausted women lay panting in the hot sand for a long, very long time. The needles had already been removed from their aching feet but the burn marks and dozens of bites were still throbbing, not to mention their tortured and aching tongues. Their bellies were bulging from the forced gulping of litres of sperm and piss. Altogether, all three of them had had the worst time of their life. Their hands were chained together behind their back but otherwise no other bondage had been applied. The audience was drinking coctails while several guards started to reshuffle the scenery of the Arena. Another race was about to be arranged and other unfortunate slaves were to suffer inhuman pain and degradation in front of the cumming spectators.
Soon a small electronic cart rolled to the sweating slaves and two leather-clad muscular guard tossed the girls onto the top of the vessel. One of the guards stepped at the rear of the cart and they began their way back to the stables. Joyce was laying next to Aurelia, her pretty face was a mask of misery. She was bathing in her own sweat and a thick layer of sand clave to her shapely body. When their eyes met, Joyce smiled wearily.
’You were great...’ she whispered in a low voice. ’I’m so sorry that I wanted to... you know... hurt you. Usually I don’t... bite the ankles of other girls...’ she said.
“Don't be sorry. It was fair game. I kicked you in the face...” Aurelia answered in the same tone.
’No, it was my fault, I shouldn’t have attacked you...’
“These peoples are driving us crazy... They drag the worst instincts out of us. So much pain, so much cruelty...”
“You’re so nice... these sick bastards transform us into struggling animals! But we need to keep our humanity... at least when we don’t fight...” she whispered, but the guard at the back of the cart caught their sounds.
„Shut the fuck up cunts! Who gave you permission to fucking use your whore mouth??? I'll gut you and make you chew on your own ass!!!” he roared and this quite tough future consequence ended the women’s conversation. But Joyce rubbed her sole against Aurelia’s ankle; that touch had no sexual meaning. Joyce was just terrified and needed someone strong and tough.
The young secret agent touched the Blonde's sole with her toes in a comforting move. In an even lower voice, barely audible even to Joyce, she said: “Collect energy, rest as much as you can. Be ready for an occasion to escape. We might help each other.” She punctuated this exhortation with a blink.
The cart rolled through the dim corridors, passing dozens of heavy wooden doors. They also left three people behind. Aurelia could peek over the small edge of the cart and recognized a guard who was escorting the naked Ayala and the proudly walking Kelly. Kelly waved to the driver who returned the gesture. They finally arrived into a big and suprisingly bright and clean room. A huge and beautiful chandelier was hanging from the centre of the ceiling, and a big, antique, round table stood right under it. The room had marble walls and tessellated pavement. Beautiful, white statues were standing against the walls; most of them illustrated copulating humans and half-human half-animal figures in all possible mix. Several people were sitting around the table, forming a semi-circle, so half of the table remained empty. Glasses, bottles, plates and several trays covered the table, all of them were filled with wine, juice, champagne and fruits, all kinds of mouth-watering foods from lobsters and caviar to roast joints and fancy cakes. The appetizing smell of the rich feast made the girls sigh in craving, but the awful taste of the recently swallowed excrement and sperm reminded them of their position.
In front of the full plates of heavenly dishes, neatly-clothed men and women were sitting, drinking and cheering. The cart stopped and all three girls were kicked in the ribs by the guards.
„Get off, bitches! Get off!” he snarled.
Aurelia got off the cart, looking around herself. She recognized known faces around the table. Somewhere in the middle Tyros was drinking red wine and smiled wildly, he looked quite happy. On his right, Laura was sitting and when her eyes met with Aurelia’s she blinked playfuly. Aurelia also recongized Torana who was talking with an older man, and she also faced the girl called Jennifer, who was standing at the end of the sitting people’s line with a microphone in her thin fingers.
„The loser will arrive soon.” Jennifer told a man who nodded and grinned. So the three girls were standing trembling in front of the Ashagen citizens and the same thought was swirling in their mind; what’s next?
The citizens were chatting and sometimes had a short peek at the slaves, but nobody paid real attention to them. Neither Joyce nor Anet dared to move or say anything, but their terrified face and worrying glances indicated quite clearly who were those among the guests who were their owners or at least with whom they had suffered very very bad experiences. A truly handsome man around the age of forty wearing an elegant and expensive suit was sitting not too far from the trembling slaves, and his steel glances towards Joyce made it clear that he was angry. His cutting eyes promised nothing good for the blonde girl. He even grimaced after gulping down a shot of whiskey and measuring Joyce's sweating body. That almost invisible gesture made the Blonde shake and even moan in low voice. Aurelia heard something and realized that the generally strong-willed girl was pissing herself, a thin stream of yellow urine was flowing down her long legs. Finding Anet's owner was even more simpler: the young girl was almost unable to turn away her pretty face when the old, bearded and very big man grinned at her. She started to sob silently and some tear drops appeared in the corners of her yes. Aurelia felt Laura's eyes gawking at her body from time to time, and even Tyros, who seemed a bit slightly drunk, had short peeks at her. The coldness of these gazes seemed to transfix her heart as they contained as much satisfaction with her victory as a strong desire to torture her. She lowered her eyes and looked down at her toes, trying to let her mind relax. She badly needed to collect her thoughts and mental strength if she was to stay ready to seize any occasion that might present itself.
A minute later, the strange threesome arrived. Ayala looked around. During her gang-rape and humiliation in the male slaves' cell, her face had been washed cleanly with litres of human piss, and her continually gazing, forced-open eyes were blood-red and aching from the acid piss. An Arabian man wearing a turban stood up and walked towards the Black cripple. Tony and Kelly stayed away. The man's face was a mass of cruelty, hatred and anger, as he stared at the poor Ayala for long moments. The girl began to shake almost uncontrollably, despite the horrendous horrors she had faced in the last hours. This man clearly incarnated her worst fears.
“You wreck...” he said in a low but chilly voice. “Useless Afro-American nigger. You have betrayed me. You lost with intent, you shamed me and caused me big money loss...” he counted Ayala's fake sins. The room was totally silent, everyone was listening to Ayala's owner carefully.
Ayala was shaking like a leaf by now. She was barely able to see the man through her urine-burnt eyes but she felt the hate and cruelty radiating from him. Her bowels began to churn and a loud fart left her destroyed anus as a trickle of piss flew down her legs.
The man grimaced in disgust and suddenly spat into Ayala’s face. He kept the distance between them, taking care not to touch the stinking woman.
„You shamed me. So you’ll be punished. Your punishment of being the loser will be executed right now and here. Your punishment of shaming me will be your last punishment ever. You will race in the Final Screams Arena very very soon, and you will die there!” he said and spat into her face again.
Ayala's shoulders dropped. She had known this was going to happen. She had done her best to avoid this fate but now it was on her. Her end was close. She would die the most horrible death, in the utmost cruel way.
He turned around and walked back to his seat. Aurelia caught Kelly’s facial expression; the cruel woman was grinng widely; it was a wide, unnatural and absolutely unfeminine smile; as if she were a cruel child who got a little cat for her birthday, ready to be butchered.
As soon as the man took seat, Jennifer switched on her mic and with a charming smile started to speak, her young, fresh voice filling the hall.
„Citizens of Ashagen! Welcome to this fantastic complimentary feast given in honour of today’s Heavy Feet Race. The Arena’s keeper, Herr Waffer...” an older, thin and tall man wearing an old-fashioned Nazi officer uniform nodded „...was so much delighted after the intensity of the race that he decided to invite you all to this special event. Owners of the participant slaves, friends of the Arena and their friends, you’re all welcome. While we’re eating, the well-deserved punishment of the slaves will be carried out. The newest and seemingly very motivated talent of the arena slaves, slave Aurelia, will help the guards to complete the punishments! Guards! Prepare the slaves! Our beloved guests! Enjoy your meal!” she finished and half a dozen of masked guards stepped to the girls within a moment.
One wooden and very strange device was dragged to the empty side of the huge dining table and was raised onto it. It was an about two-metre-long thing with three horizontal planks placed at three different levels, approximately sixty centimetres high altogether. The ends of the planks were connected by two pairs of metal rods. The lowest plank supported the rods and it was also punctured just as the table below it. Two guards drove huge bolts into the plank, securing the device to the table. The middle and the upper planks could be moved up and down, sliding along the rods. Small locks could secure them in place, blocking any vertical movement. The middle plank was locked about thirty centimetres above the base plank.
Joyce, Ayala and Anet were shepherded to the strange device. The guards forced them onto their knees until their waists were at the level of the table and their breasts rested on the middle plank. Both Joyce and Ayala understood what was coming, only Anet proved to be dumb enough.
„What... what’s this..??” she asked in a trembling voice and only some laughter arrived in a reply from the eating citizens. Two guards loosened the upper plank and let is slide down until it reached the breasts of the slaves. Ayala had by far the largest tits so the plank rested at an angle; but not for long. On both ends, the two muscular men started to push the plank downwards and Ayala’s metal stuffed breasts started to flatten.
Ayala's blood-injected eyes bulged out of her skull as her breasts were flattened. She could feel the glands crushed, squeezed, squashed, imprisoned between the planks and the spikes. Her dark udders were large enough to be ballooning in front of the planks, their skin as taut as a drum's. She let out a long, echoing scream, imitated by her misfortune companions. She contorted her arms in her back to no avail. She was securely stuck to the table by the inhuman vice grip. Her face was almost unrecognizable so much it was deformed by her grimaces of agony.
No matter how small breasts Anet had, she felt them flattened to the point when they were almost as thin as a piece of paper causing her unbelievable agony. Actually, the planks pressured their breasts as flat as Ayala's big boobs the metal spike skewered into those large udders let them, which made Anet's small tits flattened extremely. Joyce suffered the same, her eyes were full of tears and she sobbed loudly. The tips of her medium sized, shapely breasts were portruding from between the closely-locked planks, the bulging part was flattened too but still much rounder. Within a minute they became angry red that soon changed to blue and finally to dark purple. Her nipples stood erect, never in her life had her nipples been filled with high pressure blood so intensely. She had already suffered a lot but having her sensitive tits tortured so cruelly was totally different. Her hands were still chained behind her back just as the other two losers', but she was immobilizied only by her breasts and she had to realize that every tiny move she attempted to make caused immediate and sharp pain in her chest. No matter how painfully were her breasts throbbing, the consequences of wiggling turned the situation even worse.
The girls were facing the eating citizens, who were chitchatting, drinking and swallowing juicy bites while they could amuse themselves at the sight of the crying, suffering slaves. A few minutes later, when the flattened breasts' colour had turned to a sick purple, Kelly arrived holding a big tray. She placed the tray onto the table so everyone could see it. Jennifer gulped down a piece of raw steak and walked beside the kneeling slaves.
“There we are, the punishment is just about to begin” she declared in her microphone, smiling at the feasting people. “In this two, glass bowls we have melted and, as I see, quite hot fat. I was told that the fat was produced from the body of perished slaves, so we can state that slaves Joyce and Anet are going to gulp down a full bowl of hot, human fat very soon” she said while peering at the Arena's keeper who nodded and confirmed that human fat was going to be poured onto the poor girls. “On this plate I see two... very stinking rotting hands, the remnants of another slave and the hands that were used during the race. These disgusting pieces of meat are waiting for slave Ayala to be devoured. Under this lid...” she raised a semi-sphere lid from another plate “..there is a mutilated and half-roasted black tit! My God! I'm afraid it is waiting for Ayala too, am I right?” she asked and Kelly confirmed.
“Slave Aurelia! You're the winner of the race so it's your reward to make these bitches eat and drink what is necessary. Climb onto the table, let the citizens admire your slut body!” she ordered and the guards unchained Aurelia's wrists. she was free to move... but surrounded by several guards and peoples. “Dear Guests! It is slave Aurelia's task to stuff the..errr... let's say dinner into the losers' mouth, but you're also welcome to come here and help the slaves in swallowing their food. There is only one rule; only the owner of a specific slave has the right to permanently hurt or kill her; but otherwise you're free to enjoy their feeding and make them feed faster.” Jennifer finished. She then nodded and a cart was rolled by the slaves. It was full of different kinds of torture equipment. Needles and pins, two leather whips (both designed to cause extreme pain while avoiding too serious damages), some pliers, candles with matches, hooks, straps, chains and cuffs of all kind.
Aurelia caught Laura's eyes again. The blonde dominatrix smiled charmingly and blinked at Aurelia. Her smile was beautiful but somehow wicked. The message was clear: Aurelia was given her first chance to prove how cruel she could be...
Aurelia felt her heart clenching. She was trapped. A quick glance around her had already told her that there was little hope of escaping this place. They were in the dungeons of the arena, which was full of guards and of locked doors. She was alone, naked, exhausted and wounded. She would have to comply with the orders. Her only hope was to convince Laura to hire her and allow her some freedom. For that, she would have to torture her former cell-mates. She hated this idea but she really had no choice.
Joyce's owner was the first who jumped from his seat and went to the slaves. He took a needle in his hands, grabbed Joyce wrists and forced the poor girl's arms upwards, making her head bend forward. He cruelly grabbed the whining Joyce's left thumb, separated from the other fingers, and placed the pointed tip of the needle where her fingernail and nail bed were connected.
“You fucking piece of shit! You lost! You lost my money!” he grinned while starting to push slowly the needle deeper and deeper under Joyce's nail. The girl started to scream and scream and scream.
The big, bearded man who proved to be Anet's owner called a young couple to lend him a hand. The couple wore clothes designed in the medieval times, noble costumes: a lord and his princess. The bearded man let them work on the screeching girl and they made good work. Right between Anet's knees stood one table leg, so first they raised her knees - one by one - and tied them very strongly to the table leg, cutting the blood flow to her lower legs and feet. Then they forced Anet's feet - one by one again - upwards, until her dirty and aching soles touched her own assglobes. The man held the soles in place while the woman with a small hammer drove long and thick nails through her feet and into her ass until the tip of the nails reached her hip bone and was locked deep into it. Anet was screaming, her mouth wide open. The stretched tendons made her shake with pain but the nails puncturing her feet and upper legs were destroying a small part of her hip bone were driving her crazy. When the couple finally let her free, even more pressure was applied to her flattened breasts as the rest of her body weight rested on her tied knees and even more on pulling on her already tortured breasts. She was completely out of her mind, thrashing her head from side to side, screaming and gurgling in utter agony, in a condition which the forced feeding seemed quite a challenge...
Aurelia was shocked by the cruelty of these treatments and she was glad she had won the race. Her position was much better. This was a real motivation to win those races, she thought. She climbed on the table, facing her three former opponents. She sent them a worried, sorry look, as if she could their pardon and understanding for what she was going to do. She reflected that it might be easier for Ayala to swallow her foul meal if her oesopahus was well greased. As there were but two bowls of fat she took one and pushed it against the ring-lined fat lips of the poor Black woman. She lifted the bowl so as to pour some of its content into her mouth. “Drink that, dirty Nigger. It's even too good for you!” she barked, while giving her a discrete blink. But Ayala was beyond the point where she could understand Aurelia's hidden gestures. With her fat breasts pressured into plat-like flatness between the planks, the poor Black was just staring blankly with her still forcely opened eyes what were crazy from the pain. Drops of the recently feeded fat were dripping from her big, fat, wounded lip like she was drooling, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
After she had gulped a few mouthful, Aurelia left her alone and turned to Joyce. Again, she pressed the hot bowl against her mouth and let if flow. The foul liquid flowed slowly into the gaping mouth and Aurelia could see from her disgusted grimace that the taste must have been horrible. She kept insulting the trapped girl, apparently stimulating her to swallow faster. However, in spite of the violence of her words and behaviour, she was keeping the flow of fat at a manageable speed. Once the bowl was empty, she turned it over and placed it as a cap on Joyce's head, bringing sadistic laughters from the assistance. Unlike Ayala, Joyce understood the agent's intentions and though her face was a mask of misery when Aurelia leaned closer, she whispered “Thank you!”.
Aurelia turned to Anet and tried to repeat the same actions. However the loser was completely mad with pain, which was quite understandable according to the horrors she was suffering. Her head was thrashing madly, making it difficult for Aurelia to bring the bowl to her lips. “Will you stop jerking your head, you stupid piece of loser's cunt?” she insulted her, with no obvious results. Aurelia eventually knelt in front of her and clasped Anet's cheeks between her knees. The position proved to be quite uncomfortable for aurelia too as she had place her ankles and the top of her feet unto the upper plank pressuring the poor slaves breasts downwards, and her knees were resting on Anet's shoulders, applying more pressure onto Anet's already encumbered knees and tits. Still there was no other way she could stop the girl from shaking her head. By the way, she had little respect for this moaning, crying, whining, girl. She had to forced the bowl between her teeth and to pour its content as fast as she could as her prisoner was jerking so fiercely. A lot of fat spilled over her lips and flew down her face and neck. Once she was done, Aurelia put the bowl over Anet's head as a proof she had emptied the bowl. Loud applause and cheers came from the audience, stifling Anet's pitiful moans and retching.
The citizens who were sitting around the table were watching Aurelia's panther like body from quite a close distance, and they were also burning in sadistic desire favouring on what Aurelia was forced to do with her fellow slaves. Their eyes were wide open, the sight of the painfully restrained and obviously suffering slaves and the winner's almost gleeful facial expression made them horny. Citizens of Ashagen loved to watch when slaves were torturing each other. The couple dressed in the medieval times noble costumes turned out to be totally wicked and voracious. They had a short conversation with Joyce's owner and became a bit dejected when the man shaked his head, but soon turned to happy when the arabian owner of Ayala gave them permission for doing something. They laughed at each other and even kissed before they stepped to the shaking Black. God knew where from they got a short piece of triangular wood, the man lifted Ayala's knees from the ground and the woman slided the wooden thing under her kneecaps. In this manner new source of pain was created for Ayala, the weight of her body was now rested on a sharp edge of the wooden tool, pressing deep into the sensitive tissues in her knees, making her renewing her desperate whimpers. Both member of the sadistic couple were smiling wildy and the woman even reclined upon Ayala's shoulders not only applying more pressure to the knees, but also making the Black lean backwards what giving new pain as extreme pulling to her breasts. Aurelia returned to Ayala around that time and the pretty woman look deep into the winner's eyes;
“Go bitch! Go... feed this disgusting animal, let her taste some real meat...” she whispered and smiled with burning eyes, the sadistic lust totally owerhelmed her. Her man stood next to his girlfriend with hard rock cock. “Feed her!” he barked too.
Aurelia turned to her audience, displaying a realistic sadist's grin. It was easy to fake that as she had just to mimic the face of her public. She made her eyes flash with lust and turned back to the drooling and suffering Ayala. This was the most horrible part of her task: feeding the poor black slave these pieces of human flesh. Just thinking of it was making her stomach heaving. She started with the black breast as it seemed easier. She forced it into Ayala's mouth as fas as she could and then pinched her nose until the choking girl was forced to gulp it down to breathe again. She swallowed the horribly charred, deformed piece of human flesh is one piece, her esophagus bulged grotesquely as it slowly slided down, directly into her stomach. The rotten hands proved more difficult as the bones prevented Aurelia from using the same trick. Ayala was unwilling to chew on those rotten, disgusting pieces of meat and Aurelia had bang her knees several times in the breast plank to “convince” her to do it. After much stimulation, Ayala was forced to let the disgusting pieces of meat into her oral cavity. Aurelia helped her by closing the fingers of the hand and let it slide fingers foward into the Black's throat. Again, Ayala swallowed in whole piece the hellish food making her own esophagus stretched to its very maximum. Both hands were finally chewed and swallowed and Ayala was fighting the urge to puke.
When Ayala's forced feeding was finally over and the citizens had also finished their meal, Laura stood up and slowly walked to Aurelia who was still kneeling on the table. Laura was wearing a short skirt and high-heel sandals; her steps knocked loud on the stone floor. She had a short conversation with Ayala's Arabian owner and smiled widely as she got a positive answer. She produced two sets of small, shiny pliers from her pocket and she stepped to Ayala's back, dismissing the couple who was still around the Black slave. Laura caught Aurelia's glimpse and blinked at her, sending a wave of applause and also sexual enjoyment towards the agent.
“Come here, lady!” she ordered Aurelia, using her strictest voice, and Aurelia caught Tyros's approval nod. The Ninja was not too happy watching Laura commanding his slave, but due to Tyros's and Laura's known agreement he had no other choice.
Aurelia blinked again at Laura, her face showing a cruel grin. Laura playfully tapped Aurelia's bottom and handed her the pair of shiny pliers.
“I need your help. Take this, and secure this nigger's big toes one by one. I like nigger toes, they usually have big and strong nails.” Laura whispered and kneeled down at Ayala's back, tickling the Black girl's white but severely burnt sole with a long fingernail.
Aurelia climbed down from the table and knelt by Ayala's stinking, sweat-covered, charred feet. She placed herself so that her flank was against Ayala's and she bent over. She grabbed one of the two big toes in her pliers. From her place, she was facing Laura who too had knelt behind the Black slave.
“Now... grab this toe and force it backwards to me, I need easy access... that's it dear...” Laura said and smiled at Aurelia. Madness, lust and hideous slyness were brightening in her eyes. With her own pliers Laura carefully grabbed Ayala's slovenly and long toenail.
“Let this be a lesson, I want you to be able to perform this kind of extraction any time I need it.” Laura whispered still scanning Aurelia's face.
She made some small corrections until the jaws of the pliers had a firm grab on the nail, then she started to pull. Slowly first, only giving a constant but steady pull, at around 10 degrees angle from the level of Ayala's toe. The poor girl started to shriek but her pitiful voice just made Laura even more excited. She started to slowly move the pliers right and left, applying lateral pulling too. Soon small wounds opened where the toenail joined the toe and fat blood drops formed where the skin was slowly teared. The toenail loosened and Laura was gasping for air in an almost uncontrollable sexual joy. Aurelia could see that small rivulets of pussy juices were soaking the blonde torturer's thighs as she kept on constantly pulling. Ayala's shrieks never died, and the fatiguing of the nail bed went on for long minutes. Finally the edges of the nail were bleeding clearly and Laura started to apply more brute force. She started to screw the nail, bending its flexible surface and making the roots tensing against the nailbeds. Ayala's screams went high and loud; actually she was screaming with wide open mouth. Laura kept on screwing until the roots were deformed and the nail was particularly loosened in its bed. As next stage, she made harder tugs, yanking with moderate force, causing more bleeding and making Ayala scream like never before. Her dark red blood was dripping on the floor under her toe. Her free toes were wriggling widely but Aurelia's firm grip denied freedom to the big toe. Laura sucked the air into her lungs and with an ecstatic yell she yanked finally on the loosened toe-nail. Ayala screamed and puked at once and Laura tore the nail out, spraying blood all over herself and Aurelia. She held the separated nail victorously between hers and Aurelia's face. She grinned in total trance and suddenly snapped at the blood nail, sucking on it, licking it. When she finally removed the nail from her mouth the piece of horn was wet, shiny and totally clean; not only the blood but also the remnant of tissues and skin had been removed for its surface.
“What a beauty...” Laura sighed, staring at the nail in her palm as if it was a wonderful painting or any other extraordinary work of art. She carefully hid the freshly torn nail into a small piece of satin.
“It's your turn dear... show me what you have learnt...” she said and handed Aurelia her pliers.
Aurelia swallowed her saliva and froze her face in an unpenetratable mask. Laura was really a mad sadist. She was disgusting her. The young secret agent was relishing in anticipation the day she would break her neck and relieve the World of this freak. But her face was showing none of her thoughts and looked as if she was focusing on the task at hand. She grabbed the long, dirty nail with her pliers and began to pull and jerk on it. Ayala's shrieks were making all her hair standing up on her skin. Yet she had to do it, and the poor Black was already half dead. She jerked and twisted and shook the nail, until she felt the ligaments tearing. With a final, powerful yank, she ripped the nail from its fleshy sheath.
Faking surprise, she considered the bleeding nail with a puzzled look. “It was so easy. It came out so fast. It must have been damaged, I'm afraid. That's so sad. I like so much when it takes longer” she lamented, pretending to be frustrated.
“Ohhhh... you performed so well, sweetheart!” Laura purred and caressed Aurelia's face. “Now clean it as I did... the taste of slaves' fresh blood can be wonderful!”
“Thank you so much, Laura. But I do not deserve such a honour. Let me offer you this delicate sweet as a testimony of my love and my admiration for your methods. I'm so eager to play with you in private” Aurelia whispered while dropping delicately the torn nail into Laura's hand.
Laura nodded and was seemingly very satisified. She packed the second nail into the same satin before she leaned closer to Aurelia.
“I have a surprise for you...” she whispered from a very close distance only for the agent. “As I'm so satisfied with your today performance I arranged your so-desired meeting with the woman who will die tomorrow at the Final Scream Games. You can witness her death and before the game I will also let you to talk to her... a few words at least...” she gleed. “Of course everything has its price so you'll need to participate in another half-innocent game before her last competition, but no need to worry, you will survive that too...” she finished before standing up.
“I'm done with the nigger, Harremsa Sheik!” she adressed her words to the nearby standing Arabian slaver. She turned back, blinked at Aurelia again and slowly walked out of the room.
Tyros ordered something to the guards around and four guys approached the sitting Aurelia, grabbing her by her arms and shoulders. Tyros stood right in front of her and finally smiled at her.
„You performed well. I’m satisfied. As long as you follow my orders in such manner you will live, and your life will be hundred times better than any other slave’s fate. Do not forget: as long as you’re competing in the Painbringer Arena your life isn't at risk... or at least the risk is generally low. While you’re competing, you earn me money, so I’m happy too. If I’m happy you’re happy as well, but if you fail, you will regret the day when you were born. I don’t threaten you. I just tell you facts. So it’s your very own interest to keep your good form and win as many games as possible, so having safety and any future. Got it?” he asked and Aurelia nodded, Tyros was clear enough.
„On the other hand, I fucking don’t know what kind of game you play around... pretending you’re a sick sadist like the rest of the people here. I know you, bitch. I can scan your mind. I don’t exactly know – yet, what’s your secret, but I can clearly understand you’re not a limitless serial killer... but you’re acting like a pro... clever girl...” he said while staring into Aurelia’s eyes from a very close distance. „I like that however, you must be crafty, you need tricks in the Arena...” he smiled coldly.
Aurelia smiled inwardly. Everything was going well, as well as she could hope. She was fearing the day when Laura would ask her to lose a race. She had seen what happened to the losers and she did not want to find herself in such a situation. However, until then, she would surely find a way to escape.
„Tomorrow you will have another... game or at least something like that. Laura convinced me to let you escort us into a special, private event. As every slave there will have some role, we found you a perfect function too. You will play there. Again. That game won’t be such palatial as today, but there will be bets so you will earn me money again. However do not think I want you to be crippled or that I don’t care for your body, bitch. Fortunately you avoided any serious damage, but till tomorrow evening you will spend your time at the hospital, having your body healed... See you soon, my beautiful panther!” he finished before nodding to the guards. Aurelia’s wrists were cuffed behind her back, and a black textile bag was pulled onto her head. Her last sight was that of Joyce being released from the tit pressuring device, but as the bag was placed and with a rope it was pulled tightly around her neck not only her eyes, but her ears became totally useless too.
The girl was dragged roughly through a quite long path. The bag was deafening and blinding her totally. It seemed to be made from a special material. The rope around her neck was pulled tight enough to choke her, cutting the rest of her air supply. Only her soles gave her any information about where they were going. They passed through stone covered places, then the surface changed to sand. She was lifted and felt metal under her feet. She was lifted again and was laid onto something very strange, a kind of metallic device. Two small, metal circles were under her both ass cheeks. Her ankles were placed into metal semi-barrels just as her wrists, which were pulled over her head forcing the girl into an X-shaped position. Her neck was also locked into metallic barrels. Aurelia felt, as the semi-barrels were closed shut completing them into full-cylinders made of metal. She was floating in the air, secured by strong and heavy tubes of metal around her wrists, ankles and neck, and the only other support she had was under her ass cheeks. Suddenly a sharp, high-pitched blast filtered through the bag and she felt acceleration. She was in a fucking ambulance... but what kind of ambulance?
She pulled on her limbs, testing her restraints. They were sturdy and did not yield as she moved. She turned her head in all directions, trying to loosen the rope that was choking her, to no avail. Her breathing was maintained in an anguishing trickle that kept her in a permanent state of panting helplessly. She tried to rub the bag against her arms and could not make it budge. Her deafness and blindness were highly disorientating her. She felt completely isolated from her environment. She did not even know if she was alone or not. Moreover, in addition to her windpipe being tightened to the point of choking by the neck rope, the bag itself only let very little air passing. Thus, the trickle of air she managed to force into her lungs had already been breathed several times. The bag was alternately sticking to her face and pumped fill as she tried to breathe in and out. In this situation, Aurelia was on the verge of panicking and she had to collect all her training to stay calm.
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