Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena

English corrected by Scarab

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 XVI - Night shift

Aurelia had been knocked out, the drug injected into her had overwhelmed her mind and pushed her into silent darkness. All of the horrors she had experienced between the walls of the Mengele Institute became her newest memories. Memories of the worst kind, the type that birthed the sweatiest nightmares of a lifetime. So when the young agent finally started to regain her consciousness, she was floating at the edge of sleep and awareness, and her drugged mind replayed horrible images. Images of terribly crippled bodies, blood, butchered humans, separated limbs and screaming mouths twirled in her head for a very long time, before she could cross the threshold of consciousness and wake up.

She found herself in a very short cell, laying on her back. It wasn't as big as the smallest cell in a normal prison, it was more of a hole. The small room was surrounded by cold stone walls, and the ceiling was too close, looming around half a metre above her. The place was also so narrow that her shoulders could just fit very tightly between the two walls. The hole was as long as her body and she could feel the wet, cold stones against the top of her head and her soles touched the iron bars that closed the cell. The hole was dark but some dim light filtered through the dense grid of iron bars so she could see her own body, but nothing else.

Aurelia tried to move, expecting to be restrained. To her surprise, and relief, she found that she was not. She could not remember the last time that had happened. Still, the freedom this conferred her was mostly psychological as the cell was so narrow, that it completely frustrated any movement. The hole was dark, damp and it stank of sweat and excrements. She managed to roll onto her belly and, resting on her elbows, explored her environment with her fingers. She found that there were a series of thumb-wide round holes pierced along the bottom edge of the back wall. No air was coming through them though; whatever their purpose, it was not aeration. They seemed to be for draining water out of the cell. She remarked to herself that the floor was very slightly sloped towards them. Most of the stench seemed to come out of these holes. Sick from the foul air, Aurelia decided to try and turn herself so as to have her head close to the grating.

It was more easily planned than executed though. First she rolled back on her butt and then tried to sit up. The ceiling was so low that she could not straighten entirely. By lowering her head until her chin was firmly planted in her chest and by contorting her torso, she managed to pass beyond the vertical position. She was now doubled over, with the tip of her nipples brushing her thighs. Once again, she rolled over onto her back. She parted her knees and pressed them to the floor on each side of her head. This gave her room to fold her lower legs, pressing her feet against her buttocks. Then she carefully extended her legs and pushed her feet against the back wall until she was completely stretched out once again, but with her head now against the grating. Air was a little less thick here, but not that much.

 

During her struggles to turn her body fore-and-aft she realized that the minor wounds caused by Kelly and the Heavy Feet Race in the Arena had been professionally treated. Small bands covered her skin where the needles had been inserted into her feet and where the little dogs had scratched her ankles. She felt a bitter taste filling her mouth, which must come from some disinfectant solution. Whatever had happened in the hospital after Wesserling had injected his drugs into her arm must have been some real medical treatment.

 

She peeked through the narrow spaces between the bars. A long corridor was right in front of her, lit by real torches instead of electricity. It looked like an old-style dungeon. The walls were made of stones and were completely covered with iron grids similar to hers. One, two, dozens, hundreds... she was in a place where hundreds of humans could be locked inside small holes like hers. As her mind was getting clearer, she could hear pitiful moans, low voices crying and the noises of unseen struggles from some cells; she was far from being alone. The prisoners were placed in holes quite far apart from each other, so sometimes complete silence filled the corridor for several long minutes, before one or two of the others started to struggle or cry again.

Pressing her face against the bars, Aurelia tried to call the other prisoners. "Hello? Who is here? Can you hear me?" She pushed her fingers through the bars as this was all she could do, listening intently. But nobody answered. She tried a few more times with no better success. Either they could not hear her, or they did not bother to answer.

She turned to the task of studying the grating that closed off her tiny world. It was square, its width equalled the width of the cell and its height was somewhat smaller than the cell's height. Its bars were thick, narrowly spaced, crossing at right angles and were solidly welded together. They were much too thick to attack with her teeth. She found that one of them was moving very slightly up and down. It might belong to the locking mechanism but without metal tools it was impossible to open it. There was no padlock or keyhole in the grating itself. The opening mechanism was probably placed in the wall, out of reach of her fingers. It was nowhere to be seen, even when she pressed her face against the grid and tried to peek at the nearby wall. Aurelia tried to scratch around the bars with her strengthened nails but there was nothing that could be done. She was securely trapped in that cramped space.

 

Time made no sense in the dungeon, the torches burned down slowly and finally the first torch died. The others lasted for a bit longer but soon the whole corridor sank into pitch black darkness. 'Noooooo... not the dark again...' a high-pitched girlish voice squealed from some distance away.

 

The darkness was complete. Aurelia could not see anything at all, which added to her misery. She tried to sleep to gain some energy but her position was so uncomfortable that it was impossible. She had already gotten enough rest during her artificial lethargy and now all she could do was wait and wait and wait. The cell was cold, damp and hard. Her back soon ached from resting on the stones and she rolled over onto her belly. Not much time passed before this position got unbearable too and she rolled onto one side. Then to the other side. Then she rolled again onto her back, which was still a little sore. As hours passed, she kept rolling in her stone coffin.

What bothered her was the pressure increasing in her bladder. She tried to hold as long as she could but at last the urge was too strong and she had to pee. She felt the warm stream against her thighs. The stench increased in the confined atmosphere of her hole, adding to her plight. She was now bathing in her urine. For some reason, the drain holes were not functioning - or they were not drain holes at all.

The artificial night continued and Aurelia had to pee two more times while fighting more delicate urges. She was covered with sweat and urine and her limbs were aching with cramps. How long would she be kept in this pit? How many days had already passed? She felt thirsty and hungry. She was getting claustrophobic in this tiny space. She was beginning to understand why some of the other prisoners were screaming in madness. She wondered how long her own mind could survive in such a hopeless and stressful situation. What was Laura doing? And Athis? Had they finally sold her to someone else? Had they found out about her mission and decided to entomb her alive? What were they thinking at the Company? Were they still waiting for news from her or had they already sent a rescue team? Panic was slowly building inside her and she had to gather all her power to fight it and remain calm.

An endless period of time - actually it was "only" 10 hours - had passed when finally something happened: steps could be heard approaching. A harsh light blinded Aurelia, and she had to close her eyes. When she could finally reopen her eyes, new torches had been lit. In the middle of the corridor, three big, black-hooded men - like executioners from the dark ages – were standing in front of Aurelia’s cell. One of them did something and the dodgy bar slid down from the grid, and the whole grid opened like a door. Two hooded lads grabbed the girl, one held her wrists together with one huge hand and the other took a firm grip on her red mane. They started to pull together and the girl was actually yanked out of her tight hole. The numb and tingling girl could hardly resist, as the hooded figures started to work on her. She was laid on her back, her ankles were tied together with a wide leather strap, so tightly that the slowly awakening nerves were snuffed again, cutting her blood supply almost totally. The strap was so wide and so tight that she could not turn or twist her legs. They were pressed hard against each other and kept resolutely parallel.

 

Tiny rubber rings were wrapped around the base of her big toes so tightly that the thin rubber cut deep into her toe flesh and her toes soon started to swell with trapped blood. Her tongue ring was fished out from her mouth and the men tied it to the toe-rings with a short string. They tightened it until Aurelia was completely doubled over, her large breasts pushed hard against her knees. She was forced into a stretching exercise that would have caused pain even to the most flexible gymnasts. The leather ankle strap was preventing her from parting her knees and getting some relief. Larger rubber rings were wrapped around her elbows, right above the joint and were tightened until they cut deep into her arms, and adding to her desperation, the nipple piercings were attached to them with small hooks. This was pulling her large breasts apart, sideways, flattening them against her rib cage and bringing her nipples almost against her armpits. The other effect was to effectively pin her elbows against her sides.

The three men had remained silent while working on her but once finished with those preparations, one of them started to laugh.

“Time to take a walk, bitch! I suggest you to hurry because we’re not patient guys”. He slapped hard Aurelia’s left cheek. “Nooow, mooove!”

 

Aurelia was "sitting" on the stone floor, doubled over, her chest pressed against her legs, her tongue stretched far out of her mouth and linked to her backward-arched big toes. The position was extremely stressful and for a moment she wondered how they expected her to be able to move at all. She squirmed a little, trying to flex her legs a little so as to crawl on her heels and buttocks, but all she managed to do was to stretch her tongue some more and produce pitiful moans of pain. Her legs would not move at all and her feet and toes were already arched backwards to the fullest.

“Cooome ooon, bitch! You can do better than this! Ride, you fucking bitch, gooo gooo goooo!” the biggest hooded man roared.

Aurelia grunted in panic. She was totally paralysed. Even her head was straining to stay as straight as possible to relieve the incredible pain from her stretched tongue. Only her hands and lower arms could still move but in her present position she could hardly do anything useful with them. Maybe, if she could swing onto her side or back, she could make better use of her hands. She tried to rock her hips to swing herself down, to no avail. She was totally blocked.

"Want to get on your back?" one of the men asked, understanding what she was trying to do.

As she weakly nodded, he seized her by her matted hair and her left hip and swung her rudely onto her back. She yelped as she involuntarily yanked on her tongue ring. She could barely move her elbows as they were connected to her cruelly distended nipples, which were poking out from between her thighs and chest. The situation was now hardly better. Her crotch was in the air, offering a perfect sight of her sex to the three men. They did not restrain themselves from making lewd comments. The shiny metal rings pierced through her labia, clitoris and the sides of her anus were attracting their most outrageous jokes. But now Aurelia's hands were closer to the ground and she could use them to pull and push herself.

 

The corridor was long and the floor was not just dirty, but due to the incomplete interlocking of the stones, there were many tiny cracks and sharp stone edges that made it difficult for her to push herself forwards using her palms. She was grunting and moaning as each tiny move forward was made at the price of great exhaustion and agony. She could barely see where she was going as most of her sight was blocked by her legs and feet. But in a corridor, there was little chance to get lost. She was soon completely exhausted and covered with a greasy layer of perspiration. She was panting though her gaping mouth. Her stretched out tongue was dry and parched, her fingers were tired from pulling her weight.

 

“Loook, meeen! She loooks thiiirsty! Yeeeaahhh, it’s a hard way of walking. Give her some water, meeeen!” the lead executioner said and the desperately struggling Aurelia soon had to face three big pricks pulled from the men’s trousers. One of them stood behind her and the others on both sides, and they started to piss almost at the same time. They tried to aim their streams at her face, soaking her hair with their stinky piss, aiming at her open mouth, stretched tongue and blinking eyes. Aurelia remained still under the stinking shower, trying to get some rest. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm, pungent rain flowing on her face, getting into her gaping mouth. The urine's taste was awful but it did wet her parched lips and tongue somewhat. Her hair was soaked with it and stuck to her head and shoulders in a most miserable look.

Once her tormentors had emptied their bladders, she started her slow progression again. The corridor led to a staircase heading upwards. Every step was shiny from regular use and there also seemed to be slippery rounded edges. Aurelia's soles made the first contact. She managed to bring her feet on the first step but came to a full stop when the top of her skull touched the staircase.

“Do not dareeee to faaalll, bitch! I only like bitches who can climb the stairs without fallin!!” the leader roared again while bursting into a disgusting laugh. “You have ten minutes to climb! If you fail, we will carry you, but bitches usually hate being dragged upwards by their ears!” he said as he accidentally stepped on Aurelia’s left thumb, applying all his 120 kilos onto the delicate finger.

Aurelia screamed at the top of her lungs as her thumb was crushed against the stone floor. She sobbed and tried once again to bring the back of her head on the first step. By pushing and straining on her arms, causing much agony in her nipples, she managed to succeed. She took a few seconds of rest, but as she wanted to push herself higher, her fingers slipped and she fell back down on the floor. She let out a long scream of pain and frustration. This was a cruel joke. There was no way she could get her paralysed body up those stairs only using her already tired and sore fingers.

She tried a few more times, but each attempt brought her more exhaustion and agony. It felt as if her tongue was about to be ripped from her mouth and had been stretched to twice its original length. Her nipples too, stretched by the rings pierced through them, had been stretched and yanked severely. Her big toes had taken on a dark purple shade and had swollen. But maybe the worst feeling was the cramps that were coursing through her legs, soles and toes, which had been unnaturally arched  for so long. Her free toes were vainly wiggling, as if they could bring relief to their neighbouring over-stretched muscles. Her fingers, hands and forearms, covered with taut tendons and bulging, blue veins were desperately exploring the floor, trembling, testing the smallest cracks, but too cramped and weakened to be of any use.

 

"Ohhh.. whatta a laaazy bitch you arrrrreee..." the big man said, winking his eye at the others. "Releeeease the winch and briiiiing me the roooope, the bitch neeeeds some heeeelp!" he ordered and one of the hooded figures ran upstairs. His heavy footsteps echoed between the walls, indicating that the stairs were quite high. After some awful rattling sounds, the footsteps approached again and the man returned, pulling a thick rope behind him. The leader took the buckle hanging at the end of the rope and squatted by Aurelia's side. Pulling on her arched feet, he rotated her by 180°, bringing her butt against the lowest step.

"Since youuu wereee soo fuckiing laame, I'll help you out this time... just dooon't forget to thank meeee!!" he gargled before pinching the agent's ringed outer labia together, aligning their embedded rings. He simply  fastened the buckle through all 10 rings, five on each side, and stood up.

"Heeere we gooo, bitccchhh! This trick alwaaays woorks!" he burst into laughter and pushed a button on the wall. To Aurelia's sheer terror, a machine came alive somewhere at the top of the stairs, and a humming sound reverberated between the walls of the dungeon and the rope slowly tightened like a cord. The machine was pulling the rope upwards, dragging the girl's body with mechanical force!

As soon as she felt the slight tug on her labia, Aurelia began to struggle frantically to climb the stairs. Her tired mind was feeling panic again. She had no doubt that the sadists would have no pity for her and were ready to tear her nether lips from her body. Laura would surely disapprove but it would be too late when she would be informed.

As the tugging increased fast, she tried harder to lift her butt from the floor. To do that, she had to stretch her already painfully distended nipples  some more. With a gasp of strain and pain, she managed to lift her butt on the first step, its ridge cutting into her kidneys. She had no time to appreciate her "victory" though as the tug continued relentlessly.

The muscles in her arms bulged again, and her nipples were stretched a little more as she fought to push her butt higher. The pain in her labia was increasing exponentially. She was sweating like a fountain as she worked against gravity. The mere idea that she could slip and glide down, only stopped by the piercings in her sex was making her panic. She pushed on her hands and forearms, grinding her spine against the stone stairs, bringing her buttocks above the second step.

Only her heels and head were now touching the ground, and her shoulder blades were against the ridge of the first step. Her equilibrium was precarious and she was trembling like a leaf. But she could have no rest. The pull on her privates was constant. She climbed another step, her fingers clamped onto the smallest cracks in the stones. The pain in her stretched labia was growing as they were stretched farther and farther from her crotch. In spite of all her strength, Aurelia could not keep up with the tug.

"Look boss! This cunt has fucking elastic cuntlips! They are almost longer than the black bitch's from this morning!" one of the minions laughed, pointing at Aurelia's grotesquely stretched labia. They had now reached the middle of her thighs. Similarly, her nipples and breasts had been elongated to a point where their tips were touching the floor by her sides.

Step after step, Aurelia was forcing herself up the stairs, her body racked with pain, pouring sweat through all its pores, her long hair dragging behind her. Several times she had thought that her tongue would be torn from her mouth. Or her labia. She wondered if she would ever be able to speak normally after her tongue had been stretched so far.

After having climbed 20 steps, she was totally exhausted. The pull on her labia was growing and growing, but her sweaty back kept sliding on the stone. Her cramped muscles refused to push her higher. Her labia were being stretched and stretched. It was only a question of time before they would snap off.

"She won't do it! She is over with her strength! I told you that this position would be too much for any slut! It will rip her crotch!"

"Shuuut the fuuuuck uuup! Sheee caan staaand it! I recogniiize worthwhiilee slaaaveees!"

But it was obvious that she would not do it. The tip of her labia was reaching her knees now. They were so thin, and so long that light could be seen through them.

"Stooooooooop!" ordered the man. "Giiiive meee some slaaaack!"

Immediately, the rope got loose and Aurelia felt her labia fall on the ground. They did not take back their original shape, they just fell loose, like a pair of slack strings. The man attached another strap to the buckle passing through the line of 10 labia piercings. He led this strap through the pair of rings pierced on each side of Aurelia's anus.

"Staaaaart agaiiiin!" he ordered. "Noooow that will hoooold!"

The slack was removed and the painful pull started again, only this time it pulling on her anus as well. Aurelia had gotten some time to rest and could force herself up a few more steps before her energy abandoned her again. By then, there were still dozen of steps to climb. She was dragged on these by her crotch, barely using her arms to help her body to pass the step edges.

"God damn it! She really made it! You're a genius, boss!" the smaller man fawned upon his leader as the big man pushed another button and the pulling stopped. They were standing on the top of the stairs facing the winch driven by an electrical engine. The leader unfastened the buckle from Aurelia's labia and anus rings, admiring the inhumanly elongated pieces of female flesh.

"Haaard to believeee, niiine out ooof teeeen cuuunts wouuld haaave beeeen toooorn apaaart..." he murmured. "Taake heer! We aaaare ruuuning ouut of tiiime!" he barked and the two minions grabbed Aurelia's ears, pinching them hard. Without letting the girl catch her breath they started to walk along another corridor, forcing the girl to make heroic efforts to prevent the men from tearing her ears.

Crawling on a flat floor looked almost like a walk in the park, compared to that horrible stair climb. She was flapping her arms as fast as she could to keep up with the men. As she was half pulled on her back, her horribly elongated outer labia were dragging on the floor, the 10 rings rattling on the stones.

They dragged her to a huge, windowless room. The stone and wet walls and the shivering coldness again reminded Aurelia of the old-time dungeons. The room was split in half by a heavy, red theatre curtain. The minions dropped the girl in the middle of the room.

She was hapless and totally exhausted. Her back was screaming in pain, her legs and feet were coursing with terrible cramps. And of course, her nipples, labia and tongue were throbbing in unbearable agony. Still she welcomed the brief instants of rest she was allowed. Despair was sinking into her heart and mind. Her mission was slowly pushed lower and lower in her list of priorities. She was now merely hoping for a moment of painless rest where she could gather some energy. Then, she would just try and escape Ashagen. She was now feeling that her mission was a total failure and she just wanted to bail out as soon as possible, preferably before irreparable damage would have been done to her previously perfect body.

 

At the leader's command, the hooded men began to remove all of the ropes and straps that were forcing the girl’s body into the unpleasantly unnatural position. Her nipples were freed and the rubber rings encircling her elbows were removed. Then the tongue-stretching string was cut off so Aurelia finally could withdraw her tongue. At least she tried... but her tongue ligaments had been so stretched that it seemed to be much longer now. To her horror, she realised she had a lot of difficulty controlling it and pulling it back completely inside her mouth. The large ring pierced through its end was not helping either. After several fruitless attempts, she managed to gather all of the aching organ inside her parched mouth.

Then the men tried to yank off the rubber rings tightened around her big toes but due to the extreme swelling of her sensitive flesh, the rings could not be removed. Red swellings of crumpled, puffy, throbbing flesh were almost totally covering the rubber, so that after several rough tugs, the men had to leave them on. Aurelia's big toes were pulsating with throbbing pain.

“God damn it! That uptown arrogant bitch won’t be happy with this!” one of the executioners bitched angrily.

They left Aurelia on the floor, quite self-confidently knowing that the inhumanly exhausted and battered woman had no real chance to perform any unwanted action.

 

Aurelia desperately tried to move but her stretched, cramped legs would not respond and she was too exhausted to crawl on her arms alone. Panting hard and scared by the state she had been reduced to, she remained in a heap on the floor.

 

Two chains of shiny metal were lowered from the ceiling. The minions raised Aurelia’s arms upwards and the leader manacled the cuffs to the woman’s wrists. They were heavy, solid iron-rings, clearly designed for female wrists. Their diameter was so tight that they almost crushed Aurelia’s bones when they were roughly closed. The men dressed as executioners let the girl’s body fall, and the iron cuffs cut deep into her wrists, even more as the gravitation pulled on the mass of her body (Ed. note: Gravity pulls on mass, creating weight.). The very tip of her aching toes barely touched the cold stone floor. She was more hanging than standing in a completely stretched position.

 

“Weee’re dooone with this shit fooor a whiiile. Leaveee!” the leader spat and all three of them left Aurelia alone in the hardly lit room.