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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
After a not too long drive, the ambulance had arrived somewhere. Aurelia's dampened senses were unable to catch any significant detail of the outer world, not to mention the permanent fight for air. All she could feel was that the device she was strapped on was lifted up and down, someone touched her arm and she was rolled... that strange thing had gears. After a while the rolling stopped and the strapped agent was left there for long minutes, in total silence. She was at the very edge of passing out, the air inside the bag contained no more oxygen. Panic started to overwhelm her...
Someone tickled her ribs. Fingers tapped along the side of her body, counting the ribs one by one. On the verge of losing consciousness, she felt the fingers checking her pulse by pressing veins on her wrist. Soon Aurelia felt that the rope around her neck was loosened and at the same time fresh air filled the bag. The fingers continued prodding her body, her shoulders, chest and breasts were poked, her abdomen, hips and bottom. She was fingered for short seconds in her pussy and rectum as well, and the fingers went along her legs, probing carefully her still throbbing feet.
Finally the fingers left her body a while and a bit later the girl felt someone pulling the bag and removing it from her head. Harsh lights blinded her for several seconds, but soon her eyes began accommodate. A male face appeared from the light background, smiling. He was a very tall and thin man around the age of fifty. His face was elongated and hideously vermiculated, he was wearing thick glasses-lenses. The man was almost bald, his teeth were yellow and a stinking breath hit Aurelia's nose. The man was wearing a white lab-coat and a small badge identified him as Dr. Gunther Wesserling. Aurelia also realized from the image reflected by a nearby mirror that she was laid onto a metal frame consisting of only ten, mechanical projections. A few of them were closed and placed at the bottom of the frame that was rolled on four wheels. The other projections were set so as to maintain Aurelia in her current position.
“Welcome, lady!” Wesserling said, smiling in a disgusting way, as he mustered the naked spy. “My name is Doctor Wesserling and you are in the Mengerle Institute. I will be your doctor while you're staying here, unfortunately only for a very very brief time. As a newcomer, I have the responsibility to introduce to you the rules. They're quite simple: You must obey all doctors and nurses around, whatever their orders are. No exception and no pardon. You can recognize the staff by their white or blue coats and their badges” he explained while caressing slowly Aurelia's cheeks with his callused fingertips. “You're a very special specimen, I can tell you, a class-one slave of the highest quality. And an arena slave too. That's a pity. Pity, because the rest of Ashagen's slaves are ending their life in the institute. When they are completely used up by their owners but still alive, the rest of them are taken here, so we can make use of them. But not the arena slaves. After their last game, we usually cannot use them for anything, except my colleagues at the dissection department” he smiled. “As per my first examination, you're in great condition and your race did not cause any serious damage. You'll have a deep exam soon and also a treatment, but this time you won't have to worry too much... this time...” he laughed in a hoarse voice. “I have some free time today so before the deep inspection I would suggest to you let me guide you through the establishment, there are a lot of things to see. Want me to show you around?”
Aurelia could hardly refuse. Thus, she nodded her agreement. By the way, this would provide more data for her soon-to-be-written report. This doctor seemed the perfect fit for a trial in crime against humanity. She was also hoping that she could find a computer with an Internet connection in this place. Maybe she could be able to escape, or at least to send a message to the Company.
The doctor stood above Aurelia's head and gripped the strange “hospital bed”'s pull under the girl's head. They started their journey through this hospital called hell. Wesserling was chatting continuously as if they were good old friends having a nice picnic.
“You know, lady, the human anatomy is the most wonderful creation of God. It's complex, it's working perfectly like the most precise machines and strives for defending itself. It has secrets, many many secrets that are waiting to be revealed. Human body hide its secrets, deeply, covering them. So you need to be really resolute and must pass conventional limits to learn more. The other doctors all over the world don't understand that, but fortunately here, in the Mengerle Institute we aren't bonded by such old-fashioned principles like humanity or compassion. We're just doing our job for humankind's sake. Can you understand that?”
Aurelia looked at the doctor as if it were a mad scientist, which certainly he was. And as all mad scientists, he was so imbued with himself that he was going to reveal her all his secrets. The spy's mind was ready to memorize all she was about to see as this would prove very useful when the trial time would come up. To encourage him on this way, she assured her that she was understanding and approving his unselfish initiatives.
They passed through several long, blue and green corridors bathed in harsh light. The building was huge, and the lack of windows indicated that they were probably underground. Dozens of people were all around, wearing white or blue coats, doctors, nurses, cleaning ladies and others. Aurelia had to recognize that they were extremely happy, smiling, chitchatting with each other. Nobody was running or in a hurry at least, and several of them had glanced at the naked agent strapped to her 'bed”. Some of them waved to Wesserling or smiled, grinning at Aurelia. Their leer made Aurelia shiver. All those people considered her as meat, as a living object, as an experimental pet, not as a patient.
Another white-coated man pulled a wheelchair to the opposite direction. The human sitting in that chair shocked Aurelia. She had been a woman once, but the wreck sitting in this chair could hardly have been called human anymore. Her head was covered with white bands and a pipe was sticking out of them, covering her mouth. All the other parts of her body were naked, but her skin was gone totally. Her complete body was of an angry red and was covered with thousands of blisters; the skin was peeling off on several spots, hanging from her limp limbs. The body was steaming as if she had just been raised from a pot of boiling water. An awful stench hit Aurelia's nose as the wheelchair passed them. Her body was not secured; only a loose leather strap circled her waist to prevent her from falling from the chair. No more bonds were needed.
Aurelia's hair stood up on her skin at this horrible sight. This was so inhuman, so devious. It was lacking any respect for the human body and mind. This woman had really been used as a frog would have been by medical students. Such coldness of blood was scary.
“The guys at the Experiments of Heat Survival are running several projects these days. This slave must have been one of their pets” smiled Wesserling. “Stinky work, but citizens with Inquisitor fetishes often visit that department...” he finished his comment. “We're in minus-two floor now, I'm going to show you the Medical Department. As your limbs will take 99% of the serious damages during the races, if you ever come here this is where you'll probably land. That's it...” he said as they entered a big elevator.
They were lifted down a few floors and they entered a huge lobby. Right against the wall a coat-rack-like frame was standing, and Aurelia faced new level of horror. Bodies were hanging from the horizontal bar of the rack. Four women and one man, though it was hard to recognize their sex, as only their faces gave any indication. All five bodies were totally limbless. Their chests were flat too, without breasts or even with a single nipple. Their crotches were also heavily mutilated, no sexual organs were recognizable but a catheter was hanging from all right where the urethra should have been. They were totally hairless, and they were hanging from the frame by short chains connected to their ears. They were all alive and awake, staring at Wesserling and Aurelia in silence, but their face showed quite clearly the suffering they were enduring.
Wesserling stopped the bed in front of them, giving Aurelia enough time to look at them. She could not turn her eyes away from this sinister spectacle. These poor pieces of human were expressing so much agony and so much despair. They could only hope for death. Their muscles were rippling in their torsos as they writhed. The lips were pursed in a permanent grimace of agony. Their abs were now their only way to control their bodies and this gave them the look and feel of worms.
“They are the fresh supply, just prepared for further experiments. The doctors here are focusing on medical treatments, the mechanism of internal organs etc... So they don't need anything else but the body itself, in this way smaller spaces are needed and the subjects can be stocked much more easily” he smiled. “Let's go inside, I want to show you how the preparation is performed.” He started to push Aurelia's bed again, through a sound-proof door and into a stinking, fear-filled room.
The air was hot in the room, and stunk like a slaughter house, to which it was very similar. On the ceiling dim, bluish lights created a strange atmosphere. The floor and the walls were covered with white tiles. The floor and also the walls were full of red splotches, light and dark red, identified as blood. Unoccupied coat-rack looking frames were standing around, chains were hanging from them, some of them swinging in slow motion. Next to to wall of the hall’s opposite side, numerous cages were stacked and in the rest of them miserably bloody and damaged, naked slaves were crying and moaning, creating the most horrible atmopshere in the huge room. To the right, several men were standing around a big table, all of them wore awful bloody, white lab-coats. Hysterical crying could be heard from the centre of that big table, and the men around seemed to be having a good time.
„Hey, Dude, tighten that elbow strap a bit, the bitch is flailing too agressively.” said a deep voice.
„Of course she does, Blondes are always so picky when things come to their wrists.” Another man replied.
Wesserling rolled Aurelia’s bed closer and the agent could get a clear sight of what was going on. The big table was actually made of two smaller tables with a narrow path between them. On the middle of each table a naked female slave was strapped down very precisely. One of them was a blonde girl and the other one was an Asian cutie. Every portion of their body was strapped down. Leather straps circled their fingers, their wrists, above their elbows, shoulders, around their neck, waist, at the base of their thighs, above their knees, around their ankles and even straps at the base of the toes were forcing their feet into an unnaturally flat position.
The reason for that heavy strapping was clear. Almost all of the men were holding bloody tools in their hands like scalpels, evil-looking saws, electronic cauterizers. None of the women were in good shape. Both Asian girl’s breasts were severely burnt and charred black, her whole body was full of whipmarks and different spots of burning marks. One of her eyes was missing and only a burnt black hole was in its place. The lean Blonde’s breasts were chopped off but the wounds had been treated and already half-healed, indicating that the loss of her tits had happened a long time ago. Her other body parts were too in very bad condition. Dozens of bruises and cuts covered the pretty limbs and flat abdomen. She was also missing her nose. Only two black holes remained in the place of the supposedly dainty appendix. The Asian girl was missing her right forearm up to the elbow. The stub had clearly been recently cauterized as lots of blood was covering the table under her arm and it seemed that the severed tissues were still smoking. The Blonde’s right arm had no finger anymore, the freshly cut fingers were still on the table, around the woman.
„Hello, Wesserling. Long time we haven’t seen you here.” one of the men greeted the doctor. „How are things going?”
„Just the usual.” Wesserling answered as he shook hands with some of the men. „I see new experimental pet processing is going on.”
„Yes, we got a couple from the breast killer Russian lad, Cherkov or something. We often work from his old slaves as he never snuffs them. He destroys the face and the titties but normally does not make any serious damage so his ex-slaves, which is perfect for us. Who is that?”
„An arena slave, newly born arena star, I can say. You seem to apply step by step amputation on these two.”
„Absolutely, we are playing 'who can user her brains faster'. One math exercise is given. They count and answer. If the answer is correct the one who did not answer loses her next joint. If the answer is incorrect, the speaker loses. Recently started, the Blonde has some advantage with two correct answers but still a lot joints to play along.” the man laughed cruelly. „What a fine piece of pet you have, what a pity we can never have such perfect-condition babes here.”
„Of course you can’t, man. These ladies are for citizens not for employees, you have them after they are used up. Can I watch?” Wesserling asked as if Aurelia had not been next to him.
„Sure, doctor, it’s my turn to ask.” the man replied and her turned to the two shocked but still very much aware patients”. Three eyes looked at him with complete terror. From the width of their pupils, Aurelia could tell that both of them were full of drugs.
„One thousand six hundred and nine multiplied by three…” the man said and all the others remained silent for long seconds. Both poor women’s face showed how much they were trying to focus and find out the correct answer, but the inhuman pressure put on them made even that relatively easy excercise a horribly complicated one.
Finally the Blonde whispered, „Four thousand eight hundred thirty seven…” she said, her voice was full of pain and desperation.
The man grinned wildly and tapped the Blonde girl’s fingerless arm. „Almost good, dear. But you made a small mistake, so it is your turn. See doctor, the game is always speeding up as they always keep giving us wrong answers “ he said, raising his bloody, raked saw up.
The blonde girl started to scream and fight against her straps. The men around just laughed at her desperate efforts. The saw cut into her slender wrist just below the strap, and the screams became even higher and more horrible. Some blood spurted around as the butcher made his demonic job, sawing deep into the living wrist, cutting through veins, tendons, meat and bone, separating the fingerless hand from the rest of the arm within twenty seconds. As soon as the amputated stump was separated, another man stepped to the bleeding wrist and started to burn the wound around, making the Blonde scream and scream more. The butchers acted like a well-shaken-together team. The whole procedure took no more than forty seconds.
„Very nice game, I wonder why don’t you record it and sell it to the citizens? Some of them might give us some extra support when watching this.” Wesserling commented.
„Good idea, doctor, I will ask the boss.”
„What about the blood loss, aren't they going to perish before the end of the game?” the doctor asked.
„Well, fortunately our institute has more than enough blood supply. Normally we do a blood fusion after the loss of each limb, so that we can play the whole game with them, especially on days like this when we don’t have too much to do. These bitches will entertain us until the afternoon and after that we can finish with the others fast.” the man waved at the other slaves in the cages.
„Once the limbs, breasts and sexual outer organs are removed we seal all wounds, prepare them for transfer to the internal organs’ department. Oh, doc, we have a wonderful job!”
„Agreed my friends, so, have a good time, thanks for the show.” Wesserling said. Then he pushed Aurelia’s bed towards a door nearby.
After these horrors, the doctor pushed the bed past security doors into a new area.
“We are now going to visit our aesthetic clinic” the doctor told. “Here we can correct every error the nature sometimes makes or repair every accident that may disfigure a previously harmonious body. We can even improve nature design far beyond what has ever be seen. In this section, our surgeons are making the boundary between science and art purely rhetorical, and some of them are divine artists. Let me show you our best pieces.”
They entered a wide room, which was looking like an art museum hall. Pedestals were lined along the walls and in the middle of the room, with a sign placed on it. But instead of sculptures, the pedestals were showcasing human beings, most of them females. During the next half hour, Aurelia's bed was pushed along the aisles as her terrified eyes were treated with the most bizarre and horrible sights.
The girls had been modified in the most unnatural ways. Some had their waist reduced to a real wasp size. Others had their breasts so enormously swollen that they were almost as big as their chest. Other breasts had been circled with so many bracelets that they had been elongated to more than one meter from their base. Breasts were not the only target of the surgeons' re-factoring scalpels. Lips, both sexual and oral, had too been deformed, swollen, stretched in the most horribly creative ways.
Wesserling caressed Aurelia's face and ran a callused finger along the girl's lips.
“I hope you like these artistic creations, as I see on your teeth that your owner made the first step to make you something similar sooner or later.”
They left the room. Something started to beep and Wesserling picked up a mobile from his pocket. The conversation was small and in very low voice, not even Aurelia's supersharp ears could catch a word. She heard only the doctor's replies like “Shit.”, “I see.”, “Soon on my way.”.
“I'm sorry, dear, but unfortunately there is a very important experiment where my assistance is needed right now, so I have to go there. What a pity! I was hoping to spend this beautiful day with you, performing all the necessary corrective actions on your body myself personally. As I can't, and your owner wants you to be ready for tomorrow, I must leave your body in the care of someone else, but to say the truth I feel some jealousy. I don't really want anybody else treat you in this institute. For this reason I must knock you out for the rest of the upcoming treatment, so probably when you wake up next you will be out of the hospital. But not forever... Arena slaves always come back. And I will be waiting for you, I promise!”
Then the mad doctor took a syringe from his pocket and injected something into Aurelia's arm. Her world soon turned to black.
End of part 3
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