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 IX – Laura’s plan

Aurelia’s whole body was an endless wellspring of pain; the fresh piercing wounds were still raw and stretched by their steel jewelry. The chain connecting her ankles was stopping her stride short and each time she moved her right foot, she dragged the heavy ball. This set the chain rattling and the ball would then grind and ring against the cobblestones. This forced her into a hobbling pace that would have looked comical if she had not been in such obvious pain. She had to keep her arms extended against the front of her body, pressing her proud breasts between her biceps and making them jut forward even more than usual. The large rings pierced through her nipples were resting on top of her arms and were bouncing with each step.  She could not part her legs, so her thighs kept rubbing against each other and pressing into the four rows of rings pierced through her labia. Even her anal rings were grinding against each other with each step. All along, she vainly searched for a comfortable position for her tongue, whose large ring kept clanging against her new fangs and nose ring. She had the impression that even without the chain between her ankles, she would have been jangling by the sheer amount of rings set into her skin.

They left Torana's house when the sun was low and the street was crowded. As the heat subsided more and more people ventured outside. After a whole day of continuous torture, Aurelia felt strange and disoriented. All around her, citizens and their unfortunate slaves walked the streets. Again, Aurelia faced the creative cruelty concentrated in that hellish place. She saw brutally mutilated women. A girl around twenty was crawling on the stubs of her arms and legs; all four limbs had been amputated at the knees and elbows; she was tattooed like a spotted dog and led by a collar behind her handsome owner.

To her horror, Aurelia realized that she was turning into just another freak in this cortege. All the piercing she had been subjected to was already setting her apart from the normal citizens. Even if she had worn clothes, she would have looked like a monster. Her heart sank in her chest. This mission was dehumanizing her piece by piece and she would soon be totally broken if she could not find a way out quickly. With a grunt of despair, she pulled on her bound arms and immediately moaned as this sent a spasm of agony through her sore clitoris. Her hands were now a dark purple shade, with ugly veins sculpted in relief on her skin. Her fingers were puffy and she could not move them anymore. She wondered how much of this bondage would completely destroy her hands. Was her owner aware of this danger? Did he care? Maybe it was his goal… Aurelia shivered.

Her rattling journey brought her to a square where many stakes stood in a wide circle around it. Each setup consisted of a four-metre-high, blunt-tipped, eight-centimetre-thick, steel pole facing a similar but longer pole, 15 cm in front of it. The shorter pole was smooth while the longer one prickled with tiny nails. Several of these stakes were occupied by writhing young women who were “sitting” on top of the shortest pole. These ladies were hugging the longer poles with their bare arms and legs in an attempt to resist the force of gravity, which wanted to make them slide down the poles that had been shoved into their anuses. Their heads were forced to look straight at the sky by hooks pierced into the tops of their ears and linked to other hooks pierced into the meat of their buttocks. They could neither lower their heads nor turn them sideways. Their bloody feet and hands were clenched around the prickly nails, pushing them upwards. Their legs and arms were trembling from exhaustion. Cruelly, the women were prevented from climbing higher and thus, from pulling the stakes out of their anuses, by thin chains clipped to their nipples, which ran on the opposite side of the prickly pole. These chains were anchored to a horizontal rod well below escape height. They were all stretching their breasts downwards as they tried to stay as high on the poles as possible. Of course, the rod did not stop them from falling downwards. A couple of girls, tired and cramped, had just experienced that first hand. They were slowly sliding down their poles, their bleeding feet vainly scrambling to push them up. Blood was trickling down the stakes, that had punctured their internal organs. But most of the stakes sported dead or dying women, kneeling on the ground, the blood-covered poles protruding from their gaping mouths, their teeth desperately clenched on the steel as if their jaws could have succeeded where their legs and arms had failed.

Later, she saw a girl who had been affixed to a large wooden cart wheel that had been mounted to face the sun. She was naked and was kept more or less immobile by dozens of small hooks embedded into her muscles and linked to lines linked to the circumference of the wheel. They allowed her to move a little but not much. Not enough, at least, to chase away the hundreds of flies busy laying their eggs into her sweaty skin, attracted by the rotten flesh that had been rubbed all over her writhing body. She was moaning continuously, unable even to move her head, going crazy with the itching caused by the insects crawling on her helpless body.

The trip to Tyros' home lasted only about ten minutes, but the dozens of frightening scenes made it long and horrible. When they finally passed through an arched gate into a big, fancy house, the sickening moaning and other sounds of ultimate suffering gave way to silence; finally, Aurelia felt like she arrived home. Her right leg was full of cramps from dragging the heavy ball with each step, and the cuffs had bitten badly into her raw ankles.

"Welcome to my house, panther beauty..." Tyros said, then kicked the back of the girl's knees; she fell on the cold stone floor. "It's almost six, so we have one hour before Laura arrives. I will bathe you, remove all the dirt and filth you collected since last night, but before that, I want you let me in on your little secret. Who are you and where did you come from?" he asked as he slammed the door behind them. The lobby of the house was almost empty, it was huge and cold, and a very big mirror projected them onto the back of the left wall.

Aurelia knelt on the hard floor. She was tempted to stand back on her feet but this would have been a difficult task in her present condition and would just have angered the ninja. She decided her best strategy would be to fake obedience and allow her owner to fall asleep. She sighed and sobbed, looking at her purple hands crossed over her crotch. Then she spoke.

“My name is Aurelia. I am an amateur dancer and I wanted to go professional at Carrick City, USA. But just as I was hired by one of the clubs, I was captured and brought to this place. Since then, my life has been a living hell.”

"Really? What a nice girl you are... you're telling me such a nice story! Just like my mother, when I was only five... Unfortunately you do not remind me of my mother, so please... I'm begging you... do not try to be her. You're an adult, sexually vibrant, a martial artist, and a class A bitch. You're fucking not my mother, because you're a goddamned piece of meat designed for ultimate suffering!" Tyros increased his voice gradually, shouting when he reached his last sentence; he slapped Aurelia's face, hard. "Let's start from the beginning... who the fuck are you, what are you doing here, and who sent you?" he asked in an ice-cold voice as he stepped behind the girl and gently caressed her ears with both of his hands.

“I assure you, I told you the truth! You must believe me! I have done a lot of training both in dance and in karate, to stay at my fittest for my professional dance career!” Aurelia answered with the mosshe t pitiful face she could compose. She was now in known territory. She had been trained to resist interrogation and had been taught all the tricks of the trade. The goal was to buy time, releasing harmless bits of information from time to time. She was to buy time until she could be either rescued or she could escape. In the current situation, her best chance for rescue was Laura. The woman had been gentle with her and Laura would not allow Tyros to be cruel with her. If she could resist for one hour, then she would be safe and could wait for her next chance to escape.

"You seem to be such a clever cunt, Aurelia, you bitch. Why do you want me to hurt you? I think that you're a natural born masochist and you are begging for torture in your girlish, indirect way," he said as he slowly pinched both Aurelia's ears. "So figure out a more... believable tale..." he whispered and started to twist the girl's ears, crushing the sensitive cartilage as her ears were forced into unnatural shapes. "So... do you have some new info?" he asked, without releasing her ears.

Aurelia moaned from the pain. Involuntarily, she pulled on her arms, stretching her sore clitoris and causing even more agony. She yelped and grunted, unable to escape the twisting of her ears. “Pleeeaaaaase! This is true! Do you want me to invent a story? This one is the truth!!!”

"You're mocking me, darling. And I must tell you, that a slave shouldn't follow such a strategy against her owner," he commented and twisted the ears even harder causing throbbing pain for the poor girl. He wrenched them almost 180 degrees, kicked his knee against the girl's back, and even tightened his hard grip. "Shut the fuck up, I do really love hearing you squeaking but not now! I want your story, bitch, not your song!" he howled, grinning all the while.

“Oooowwwoowooowwwww!!!” Aurelia moaned. The pain was so tremendous that she feared Tyros might have severed her ears from her head. Again she pulled on her poor clitoris. She felt utterly helpless. She wondered how much time had passed. Maybe it was time to let go a little bit of information so Tyros would relent. “OK OK OK! Stop! I’ll tell you the truth! Dancing is only a hobby. In fact, I am a freelance journalist. I have been paid by a newspaper, the Inquirer to investigate the conditions of dancers in Carrick City. As this investigation was potentially dangerous, they hired me for this job because of my knowledge of martial arts,” she said blankly. “Alas, this proved too dangerous even for me!” she finally sobbed.

"Ahhh... you're hopeless... this last version is ALMOST something but I still have serious doubts regarding your truthfulness... but time is short. Don't be afraid, lying beauty. I will fucking drag the truth out of you. Soon..."

She was yanked on her feet by the leash and Tyros led her to the rear part of the house. The place was more a mansion than a townhouse; all of the inner spaces were large, wide rooms with high ceilings. But the fixtures were quite meager: a small table, a tiny mirror on the wall, and an antique wardrobe. Actually, the whole house seemed pretty empty and barren; it was obviously not a home. The chained slave and her owner crossed another huge room, while the heavy iron ball made hideous sounds as it was dragged over the stone floor. The stone also proved to be cold under Aurelia's naked soles. After the walk on the hot sand outside, the cold stone felt icy. Tyros pulled back a set of heavy drapes and they entered another room, which was much smaller and somehow seemed snugger.

A comfortable couch stood against the wall with a glass coffee table right in front of it. Against the opposite wall, a huge plasma screen hung and a professional-looking audio system surrounded it. A wardrobe embedded in the wall served as the main storage and even a fridge gently hummed. Aurelia could peek into two smaller rooms, one of them seemed to be a small kitchen and the other was a bathroom with a shower stall and a toilet.

"I'm living here. The house belongs to a friend of mine; he doesn't need this place nowadays so I stay here and take care of the house. If we were married you would be quite disappointed, but as you're my slave not my wife - although those things should be the same - I fucking don't care about what you think. That will be your place," Tyros said as he pointed towards a third connected room which was separated by heavy metal bars. "Before I let you into your pen I must clean you, you stink, beauty. You stink like a rotten hooker standing outside for days without a bath, swallowing litres of gooey sperm while letting hundreds of men fuck your squelchy cunt. You're a worn foot rag, beauty! Tell me, how do you feel?"

Aurelia grumbled. She indeed stank like a whore.

"Fucking don't mumble, your owner has asked you a question! I want to hear clear answers, and I want you to tell me: what are your emotions regarding the state you are in right now?!"

Aurelia burst into tears, hoping to awaken pity in Tyros’ heart.

"Tears... oh you stupid whore... do you really believe that pathetic weeping means anything in Ashagen? Stop crying and explain to me, how did you feel when those men and women came and pissed into your whore mouth in Adamar's house?"

“This was awful! I thought I was going to drown. They kept pissing and cumming on my face, so I could hardly breathe anymore. And the taste was so foul! It seemed that most of these men and women never wash down there!”

"Don't you try to convince me that you hate the taste of those bodily fluids. Cunts like you MUST adore the taste of cum and piss... I have a strong feeling you haven't eaten anything for days, only the aforementioned tidbits. What do you prefer more, gulping cum or piss?"

“Neither! How could anyone be nourished with such horrid refuse?”

"Stop babbling! Give me a clear answer, now!" Tyros shouted and tugged hard on the girl's leash.

“Aooooww!!!” Aurelia screamed. She realised she was being offered a real choice. She was going to be fed with nothing else. As the horror of the situation sank into her mind, she tried to think of what would be the most nutritious and she opted for sperm. “Sperm…” she sighed. Human semen lacked many essential carbohydrate, minerals and vitamins and would not sustain her health for more than a few months, but by then Aurelia expected to be either dead or back to safety.

"Good, you will have plenty of it, I can produce and have produced by male slaves even more than what would fulfill your sick taste." The man laughed and spat onto Aurelia's face, right between her eyes. "You have to learn how to respect and how to fear me, beauty. As long as you show a high level of obedience, I will be gentle and you'll have a very comfortable and relatively painless life relative to other slaves of Ashagen. But if you mess with me... you will fucking regret you were ever born. Understood?"

Aurelia nodded meekly.

"Good... now it is time for your bath, Laura is almost here," he said and leashed Aurelia in the small bathroom. The shower stall in the corner was far from ordinary. The shower head hung from the ceiling, while heavy iron shackles jutted from the wall about two meters up, deeply embedded into the solid stone. Similar shackles were at ankle height; the shower was obviously designed for bathing unwilling people.

"So dear, we have two options. Option one: I inject a drug into you to make you manageable. I have a very entrancing solution but it would take too much time for it to leave your system, and Laura wants you to be awake. So I'm afraid I have to choose the other option. You won't like this, but it is the right time to condition you to fear Torana's CuntRol..." he said and smiled wickedly.

Aurelia could still feel a dull ache inside her abdomen. She was not ready to feel what this thing could do to her. “Please, you don’t need to do that. I’ll be good. I’ll be obedient!”

He laughed at the girl's desperate protests and made a strange movement with his tongue. The activation button was also built into his tooth, like the other one that had already knocked Aurelia out the night before. The pain that hit her was far more than what a human being could stand. The surge hit suddenly; she felt like her spine and back would explode into a raging inferno.

Aurelia fell on the cold floor and began to jerk uncontrollably. Incoherent scenes flashed before her eyes; she was screaming and drooling in utter agony. Her arms were yanking forcefully on her clitoris, stretching it beyond natural limits. Her legs were kicking in all directions, jerking on the connecting chain. She rolled back and forth on the ground, curling and uncurling, as wave after wave of pain coursed through her bowels. Her muscles contracted in a random pattern, making her limbs shoot in every possible way, forcing her back to arch, curl and twist in a fearful way, just barely failing to break her spine in pieces. Her eyes rolled in their sockets, her jaws clattered madly. As she rolled on the floor, her rings kept jingling as they rattled against each other or against the stone. Inside her, her organs seemed to make constricted knots. She began to vomit all the cum and piss she had swallowed, mixed with acrid bile. Simultaneously, her bladder was releasing streams of urine on her thrashing legs, while her intestines relieved themselves in the same way. And all this time, she was thrashing and bucking in the mess she had made on the floor.

After 30 seconds that felt like years, the current stopped to flow. Her body fell back on the ground, panting hard, trembling, and covered with sweat and her own refuse. It took her several minutes to calm down. She was awake, but she was utterly helpless. Her muscles coursed with cramps and she was exhausted as if she had just passed the last two hours training in a body-builder’s club. Her mind was filled with fear of what she had just experienced.

Tyros picked up the powerless, convulsing body of Aurelia from the floor, raised her from her own filth. The hook and strap holding her hands in place was removed along with the shackles on her ankles. He chained her wrists to the wall and also secured her ankles, making Aurelia hang from the wall. She was drooling and her pretty head rolled from side to side; her eyelids were flickering and she was moaning in a deep voice as the aftershocks were still working in her body. Her legs were bent under the weight of her body, she wasn't aware enough to hold her body steady.

The man cleaned the floor and poured the disgusting mess into the toilet. He removed his clothes and walked to the half-conscious naked agent. Tyros opened the water valve and semi-hot, refreshing, clear water poured onto their heads from above. Tyros took a bar of soap and started to rub the girl all over, removing the dirt mixed with sweat, layers of dried piss, and cum from her tortured body. As more water splashed onto Aurelia's head and as time passed she began to regain her full alertness. She felt as the ninja moved the foaming soap over her tanned skin. Tyros did precise work, he cleaned every little spot. He was also cautious not to let his head too close to Aurelia's face, he knew exactly how dangerous a sudden bite with her predatory teeth could be. He washed along her torso, arms, chest and legs, reaching behind her back. After making the surface clean and sweet he focused on her orifices, and despite her protesting moans he washed her pussy and ass without hesitation, forcing three or four fingers into her violated holes.

"Listen, beauty," he began to speak. "We both know that you could easily bite off my fingers or even my wrist if I touched your mouth, but that would be quite unpleasant for me and fatal for you. So I suggest the following, I place this small piece of soap onto your tongue, you suck it in and suck it until you foam at the mouth like a rabid bulldog. You have drunk too much sperm and piss, vomited too much and bled too much; I want you to be clean there too. That won't be tasty - we know how much you adore bodily fluids in your throat - but we must do this. Agreed?" he asked and looked deep into the girl's eyes from a safe distance.

Aurelia nodded.

"Good, stick your ringed tongue out. Here it is..." he said and dropped the small soap onto her tongue. "Don’t swallow the soap, I want to see foam flowing from your nostrils!" he said and with one hand he pinched her ringed right nipple, rubbing her pussy with the other hand.

Aurelia swished the soap ball in her mouth. It was distasteful. Not in the same way as urine and cum had been, but foul anyway. She began to make the soap move around her mouth, inside her cheeks, along her tongue. Soon, she was drooling white bubbles on her chin. The taste was bitter and it was driving tears from her eyes. As the soap kept foaming, it got down her oesophagus and up her nose, until bubbles began to form on her nostrils.

As he watched the girl torturing herself with the unsavoury soap he thrust his crotch against her. His cock was rock hard and he placed it right before the entrance of her sweet vagina. As he ran into her, the soapy cock slid easily into her water-wet pussy. Tyros raped the girl right under the shower, filling her helpless body with his aggressive man meat. He moaned hoarsely when he finally came, removing his dripping cock from the girl's pussy. "Goddamn! You're tight..." was all he said.

"Now I have to gag you, your hair needs a washing too," he said and inserted a ball gag between her lips, reaching behind her head and tied it. He poured shampoo onto the top of her head and with rough effectiveness rubbed her hair until her eyes were burning from the shampoo flying into them. The bath was soon over and Aurelia felt like she was newly born again. "Now we have another dilemma. How to take you into your cell without risking an escape attempt?" he asked and removed the gag. "Answer me, do you have any idea?"

Aurelia was fearful that he would once again knock her down using the evil object buried inside her belly. “Please! I swear I will not attempt anything. Just unlock me and secure me in the cell. I shall crawl to it. You can blindfold me if you want to be sure. But how could I attempt anything knowing what you can do to me with this CuntRol thing?” she pleaded. But just as she begged in a meek voice, she was mentally getting ready to profit from the smallest opening she might have. Torana had done a lot of harm to her, but he had also provided her with fearful weapons in the form of those fangs, and she was ready to make use of them.

"You might have learnt the lesson and I think that we have a good chance of changing your place without stupid mistakes... but I do not believe you a hundred percent, beauty. So I need to choose a more drastic way... let me think..." Tyros replied, rubbing his chin.

“I am no idiot! I am not going to risk again being CuntRolled again. Please, give me a chance to prove my obedience. I assure you that…” pleaded Aurelia. But she was cut short by Tyros' reflection.

"Oh... what an idiot I am! Maybe we shouldn't have used the CuntRol earlier; there is a more pleasant way of carrying you!" he smiled wildly and left for a minute. When he returned he was holding a small glass vial in one hand and a flagon in the other. "Let's think, which one would you choose? Some ether up your nose or a burst of tear gas?"

Aurelia felt a surge of hope, which she carefully hid behind a hesitant mask.

“If you really must, then use the ether. But you don’t need to do that, you know?” she answered, as if at the end of a difficult choice.

"Hahaha... you're very tricky, Beauty! You know what, let's give the ether a try!" he decided and opened the cap of the small bottle. He held it under Aurelia's nose and the aggressive and quite unpleasant odour stroked her sensitive nostrils.

Aurelia had been trained to hold her breath for more than four minutes. While Tyros was unscrewing the cap of the bottle, she discreetly filled her lungs with air and then, when he put it under her nose, she stopped breathing. Then she began to fake dizziness, looking around blankly, letting her body hang limply from her restraints. She even managed to let a thread of drool to drip from her pierced lower lip. In the mean time, she was readying herself for action, as soon as her limbs would be free.

"Good, you're starting to enjoy the feeling," Tyros smiled and raised the spray. "I want to be sure, so please Beauty, forgive me..." he mocked her and blew the gas spray right into her face.

Aurelia’s eyes opened wide. She had not expected that. The spray penetrated into her eyes and nostrils. Immediately, she felt them burn atrociously. She began to sneeze uncontrollably, releasing all the air she had collected in her lungs. As she did so, more gas entered her nasal channel and her throat, propagating the pain to her lungs. Her eyes were blinded by the tears and it seemed to her as if her eyes were on fire. She thrashed forcefully in her restraints, coughing, sneezing and moaning helplessly.

Tyros grinned and suddenly struck Aurelia's ribs with his fist. The blow made the girl gasp for air. He did not punch her with all his might but the blow was strong enough to cause extreme pain and forced her to gasp for air within a moment.

"Ahhh... soooo... you're fucking good at diving, eh?" he hissed and took the glass full of ether again, holding it under the girl's flaring, air-sucking nostrils.

Aurelia was panting in agony and she was unable to hold her breath this time. She gulped a long lungful of the toxic gas and immediately began to feel dizziness invade her mind. She desperately tried to keep her mind functioning but was soon reduced to the state she was mimicking a few seconds earlier. Tyros waited for another minute, keeping the bottle under the Agent’s pierced nostrils until she was but a piece of meat hanging from her shackles and drooling stupidly on her chest. Her tongue, weighed down by the ring, was drooping ridiculously from her gaping mouth, adding to her misery. All this time, she kept sneezing and she was blinded by the continuous flow of tears that was pouring from her burning eyes.

Tyros released the suffering girl from her shackles. He was aware of every possible tricky attack Aurelia might consider but her misery and loss of control over her body made Aurelia's every attempt quite hopeless. Tyros held Aurelia up and helped her to walk towards the cell next to his living room. The cell was quite large, about five by six metres. The rest of the space was unused. Strong lamps were hanging high from the ceiling and projected harsh light all over the room. Right in the center, a strange device stood; it was the mixture of a fitness machine, a gynecological chair and a set of stocks.

Aurelia was barely able to walk and welcomed Tyros’ help with supporting herself. Blind, mad with pain, her brain ringing with each violent sneeze, she was trembling like a leaf, drooling like a fountain, and had to concentrate for every step she was making.

They entered the cell and Tyros forced the girl to sit down on a padded board that leaned at about 20 degrees. He easily overwhelmed Aurelia's weak struggles and shackled her wrists with inner-padded, metal cuffs to two vertical poles standing on both sides of her head. The cuffs had rough 30-centimetre-long metal chains; she could move her arms but was unable to reach her head. Still, she found comfortable positions for her arms. Her back was resting on the board and only the two shapely globes of her ass hung beyond it; two narrow, softly-padded extensions under each globe held her in place without any discomfort. Her legs were raised into the air, spread apart to a distance that gave easy access to her crotch but was not painful or uncomfortable; her ankles were placed into two separate stocks located at the top of two vertical poles. Even the stocks offered a padded, velvety surface inside their holes. As a final act, Tyros strapped another silky band over her belly. Aurelia was immobilized and spread once again, but for the first time she was in a relatively comfortable position without continuous pain or stretching.

Only a few minutes later when her restraint was complete, the ether and the effect of the gas spray began to weaken and soon she regained her senses and control. Aurelia was furious with herself. She had been weak. She had failed to resist Tyros’ vicious tricks. She had lost a precious chance to escape and she did not know when another one would present itself.

Tyros pulled a chair to Aurelia's head and sat down. "I need to clarify some details, so pay all of your attention to my words, Beauty. This will be your room and your bed as long as you stay with me... which could easily mean until the end of your life. You should get used to it. As you have already emptied all of your possible bodily fluids half an hour ago, you shouldn't need a toilet, but we will solve this issue by placing a bucket under you. You should also be very grateful for this luxury chair. I've ordered it to be designed and manufactured especially for you. You will spend lots of time here and we will change the position from time to time just to make you even more comfortable. I'm going to train you between races... because you're going to be my Race Slave, so you will only leave this room for training or for a race," he told to Aurelia and gently caressed her ears.

"Secondly, Laura could arrive at any minute. Let me explain you what she does here. You are my property but Laura loaned me some money to buy you from Adamar. She made the loan with a condition: she can visit you anytime she wants. I cannot deny this right from her, but I must warn you. I own you. You're my slave and we are in Ashagen. I can do fucking ANYTHING to you if I want... so never forget whose satisfaction is the most important for you... whatever Laura says to you, whatever she wants, offers or orders... she has no right to hurt you, but I do... Repeat what you have heard, Beauty. You're a clever girl, so I want to hear the basic orders from your mouth!"

“This is my room and I shall only leave it to be trained or participate in races. I have to obey Laura but she cannot hurt me” Aurelia summarised. There was no point in being rebellious now.

"It is hard to decide if you're simply dumb or want to mock me!" Tyros stared into her eyes, his eyes were ice cold. "Or maybe was I fucking ambiguous? I told you not to forget who your fucking Master is! She might want you to turn against me... if you will do so you will suffer the torments of hell in this very place... Now repeat again, what is your duty?"

“You are my Master and can do anything to me. Laura has no rights beyond those you grant her” Aurelia dutifully repeated.

"Good. Be a nice girl and keep these all in mind always," he nodded when the bell rang loudly. "I will be back with her soon, don't be afraid..." he said and left Aurelia alone in her cell.

Left alone, Aurelia considered trying to escape from her restraints for a moment. They seemed quite sturdy in spite of their comfort but she knew that no restraint was ever absolute. But she preferred to wait for a better occasion. Laura could arrive any time now and she had better wait for the night before trying anything.

Five minutes had passed when Aurelia heard the ticking of high heels. Tyros and Laura stepped into the living room but out of Aurelia's sight. They stopped there and she could hear their conversation. Aurelia had to prick her ears but she managed to understand the heart of the conversation thanks to the special techniques she had learned at the Agency's Academy.

"Do not start that again..." she heard Tyros’ angered voice. "I clearly stated that you won't have Aurelia. I will not sell her to you and will not let you hurt her in any way! She will race and even a minor injury to her feet would dramatically decrease her chances!"

"Tyros... you're so fucking bullish," Laura replied in an almost seductive voice, she was more mewing than talking. "Is this bitch really worth that big-big debt you took onto your shoulders? If you sell her to me, I would negate your debt and would pay even more than what you paid to Adamar from your own money. Not a bad business deal, think you could earn on her within one day!"

"Enough of this!" Tyros barked. "She is mine and this won't change. I grant you the possibility to see her if you want and even leave you together, but I warn you: do not dare to hurt her! If you inflict the slightest damage to her feet I will deny your visits. Got it?"

"Ohhh... you shouldn't be so rude to your favourite business partner," Laura purred. "No need to worry... I'm here to love her, not to make her cry..."

"That’s exactly what I'm worrying about... I know exactly what your love means..."

"Ssssshhhh... trust me, Tyros! Now leave us alone!" Laura closed the conversation and Aurelia heard Tyros’ steps fade as he left the living room.

"Look, who is here!" Laura stepped into the girl's cell and smiled widely. She was wearing slinky jeans displaying the curves of her shapely legs. She had black high-heels, the type with straps only, making every vein of her skinny feet visible. Her waist shirt was black and her small breasts were moving freely under the silky textile. She wore bright red, slutty polish on the nails of her hands and feet. She was bejeweled with mostly silvery rings on her fingers and toes. Her necklace attracted attention: it was fancy beyond compare, consisting of hundreds of shells laced together; the colours of the shells varied from shining white to the darkest black with all possible colours of the rainbow. She was carrying a rather large reticule, which she dropped onto the ground.

"Holy God! What have those naughty men done to you! They cannot understand where the real beauty is!" she said and kissed the girl on her tattooed forehead. "Seems you went through some pretty nasty operations in the afternoon! Never mind, we're alone now and I can take care of you. Did you miss me?" she asked like they were the best girlfriends separated for a while.

Aurelia smiled at Laura, welcoming her. “I’m so glad you came. You are the only person who took care of me since I came here. You are the only human being I have seen in days!”

"Good to hear that! I missed you too, darling. Are you serious that you were waiting for me so much? That is soo nice!" Laura purred."It is so hard to find true friends in a place like this. Do you want to be my true friend?"

“Of course! Please, be my friend, and please protect me!” Aurelia answered sincerely. Although she had heard most of the conversation between Laura and Tyros, she could not believe the aesthetician could really be cruel. Not with her. At the moment, she represented her best ally in Ashagen or, at the minimum, the weak link in the security.

"Great, it's fantastic!" Laura squeaked and pulled the chair to Aurelia's stocked left foot. "As long as you're kind to me I will take care of you, but let's do this step by step. I've seen your ordeal in the market and I guess you must be really exhausted.”

“Oh my! I am a wreck. You can’t imagine what these monsters have done to me. And they will probably do worse if I stay longer with them. Please, take me away! Don’t leave me here! Don’t let them hurt me any more,” Aurelia pleaded, begging with her eyes as much as with her voice.

"Be patient my dear... If you will be a good girl it can easily happen that I take you to my house where you'll live with me. We'll have so much fun! And how are your champion feet doing?" she asked and bent very close to Aurelia's freshly washed foot.

“Oh, at least they did not touch them. It seems Tyros is planning to make me participate in some race and he wants my legs and feet untouched.”

"Really... let me have a closer look!" Laura said in a stern voice and bent closer, only centimetres away from the girl's toes. Aurelia could feel her hot breath as Laura gently touched her toes. She ran a long fingernail along Aurelia's soles, as she gently dabbed the pads of her heels where the spiked high-heels had left small marks with their pointy nails. She also inspected the arches, while the touch of Laura's fingers and fingernails tickled Aurelia but also felt good. Laura carefully dabbed the soft pads under the toes and took long time to inspect each, one by one. She bent the toes - softly, as if they were made of dainty porcelain - tenderly pushed down the meat of her nail-beds and peaked under each toenails, and closely surveyed her insteps. Laura licked her lips several times while the deep inspection continued and Aurelia could see that desire flashed in Laura's eyes. She made a mental note of that. She could use that as a foothold later.

"Huh... fortunately nothing serious has happened..." Laura smiled and to Aurelia's surprise, she kissed the tip of her left baby toe. The red lips formed a circle and as Laura kissed the toe passionately, Aurelia could feel the wetness of her hot mouth.

"Your feet are in perfect condition, darling... THEY ARE PERFECT after all!" she said and raised her eyes, connecting them to Aurelia's.

"How do you feel about what I'm doing to your luscious peds?"

“I feel so good. You have very delicate fingers and an incredibly sensitive touch. This sent delicious waves of relaxation up my pain-saturated nerves. I feel so good!” Aurelia exaggerated, playing on Laura’s weak spot. The secret agent moved slightly in her restraints, lusciously wiggling her toes and slowly twisting her ankles so as to expose her feet from all angles to Laura, all the while smiling, yet keeping an expression of dull pain on her face.

Laura was enchanted by the sensuous wiggles of Aurelia's toes and without further conversation, she turned into a nymphomaniac vamp. Within a second she dropped her mask of sanity and began to chew and suck on the girl's feet with lust-filled eyes. The chair Laura was sitting on fell over with a loud bang but the woman did not pay any attention. She heatedly took possession of the stocked feet and sucked and licked and massaged them as if her life depended on how fast she could soak Aurelia's feet with her saliva.

The captive looked at the transformation with uneasiness, although Laura was too focused on her adoration to notice it. Deciding to use the aesthetician’s fetishist addiction for her own good, Aurelia continued to wiggle her toes and flex her ankles. Laura’s tongue was going everywhere, leaving no square millimetre of foot skin ignored. The sensation was a little ticklish, particularly when the agile tongue began to explore the space between her toes. Still, Aurelia began to moan, as if feeling a pleasurable sensation. Faking orgasm was also part of her skills.

In her position, she had a clear view of her own feet and of Laura polishing them with her tongue. They were glistening with the saliva they were coated in. Laura kept adoring them, switching from one foot to the other without an obvious pattern. Her tongue seemed to concentrate on the tiny crooks and crevices around the toes and along the sole, with occasional long licks to the rest of the foot. She also devoted quite a lot of time to the space constricted by the padded cuffs.

Laura was getting more and more excited, licking and sucking with increasing alacrity. Aurelia’s feet had taken on a rosy shade from so much stimulation. At some point, Laura even opened her bosom and rubbed her breasts against the spy’s feet, pressing each foot between the soft globes and tickling her toes with her nipples. All the time, Aurelia kept moaning and breathing hard, mimicking her lover’s excitation.

Laura changed position and slid between Aurelia's wide open legs just to continue the wild licking on her pussy. She did it fast but she had techniques to bring pleasure and she could even use the embedded rings as instruments of joy. She licked Aurelia's crotch as if it were the finest chocolate, her eyes were burning with desire. With one hand, she unzipped her jeans and touched her own pussy, rubbing herself and went on with the licking for long minutes.

At first, Aurelia continued to fake excitation but soon she realised that Laura was diabolically skilled with her tongue. In spite of the dull pain remaining from the piercing of her labia and clitoris, Laura's deft tongue and lips were able to raise incredible sensations. Her moans turned sincere, although even a careful listener would barely have noticed the difference. Her hips began to roll in rhythm with Laura’s ministrations. Her sex began to drip feminine juices, her skin worked a shiny layer of love sweat, her pupils widened. As her lover’s tongue continued her crazy dance on her pussy, Aurelia climbed to incredible heights. She vainly tried to resist it, as she hated losing control of her body, but it proved impossible. At last, she felt a devastating orgasm grow in her loins. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her still sore pussy felt the first contractions. They grew in frequency and power along with her screams as the orgasm exploded in her shattered mind.

Laura let out mewing screams as she came into her panties and even after the minute-long shaking of her orgasm, she kept licking the captive's crotch. When Laura finally stood up and kissed Aurelia's toes, one by one, a wide smile shining on her beautiful face, she was covered with sweat and looked extremely happy. Aurelia was panting and covered in sweat, still half drowned in the remnant vapours of her powerful orgasm.

"Ohhh... it was so lovely! Your feet turn me on so much! I wish I could take you home right now and play with your feet and tasty pussy all night!" she purred while reordering her clothes. "I have a plan to take you out of this awful cell and transfer you to my own home, but we must be patient, and you also need to obey me and follow my instructions if you want to be free from Tyros. What do you think?"

Aurelia shook the cobwebs from her brains. “Oh sure! Please do! I shall follow you wherever you tell me to go,” she answered. And her sincerity was not difficult to fake. Her plan was coming along well, and if, on the way, she could benefit from such bonuses, it was all the best.

"Good... before I solidify my ideas, I want to hear more from you. Tell me, what has happened to you in the last few days? How did you get here? What were your most extreme experiences? What have you seen?" Laura placed the fallen chair next to Aurelia's head and sat down, listening to the girl's answers.

Aurelia began to narrate how she had been captured in Carrick City. Of course, she stuck to the official version in which she was a dancer looking for a job. She described the long, difficult, cramped, humiliating journey in the tiny cage along with the hundreds of other captives. Then she went on to her arrival at Adamar’s house and the cruel games he had played with her. She then told how Laura’s care had invigorated her and shaken off the pains accumulated in her nerves along the journey. Aurelia told her how she had found that her cuffs had had a defect and she had been able to free herself.

She continued with the horrors she had seen during her short exploration of Ashagen: the caged woman, the burnt slaves. She quickly went over her recapture by Tyros and the horrible role she had played at Adamar’s party, getting filled with cum from all his guests. The episode at the slave market Laura already knew and she went over it quickly. The way her body had been pierced was obvious enough and she did not entered into details. She just focused on the pain she had endured and how debased it made her feel.

She finished with the horrors she had seen as she was led to Tyros’ house. The scary memories of the impaled women were still fresh in her mind and she described them in more detail.

"Really?" Laura got excited and the sparks of strange lust awoke in her eyes again. "I crossed that square too while coming here!" she replied. "I've always thought that those kind of public torture executions was a waste of valuable meat. You know, when I see such entertainment, I always check the slaves because there might be one who would fit my tastes. But I only do that if there is no risk, because when they are hanging over a roaring fire and kicking wildly, it would be very difficult to have a closer look of their feet," she laughed and playfully pinched Aurelia's cheek. "These slaves were easy to approach and one of them proved to have beautiful feet! She was much too injured to be worth buying but her toes were so lovely! Unfortunately one of her big toe nails was split in two, as it had been pierced and yanked by a needle but the others were in perfect condition. The entertainment's organizer let me have it for only $10. Luckily, I always carry my favourite nail ripper pliers," she smiled again and dug into her big pocket, producing a previously white, red-drop-covered kerchief. She unfolded it and to Aurelia's horror a flat piece of bloody human nail was in it, the middle was painted a shabby pink.

Aurelia began to realise the true depth of Laura’s fetishism. Under her appearance of a caring and loving girl, she too was a true monster. This place seemed to attract all the most deviant minds of the world. Bombing it would purge humanity of its most horrible fringe. She could not wait to end this mission and reveal the extent of what the Carrick City connection had been hiding.

"Lovely, isn't it?” continued Laura. “Longish, wide and it looked perfect on the foot. I love to collect big toenails!" Laura raved about the ripped out nail and watched it with an adoring look. "Do you like my necklace?" Laura pointed at the multicolour shell collection around her neck. "I believe I'm the only human in Earth who has a full necklace made of female toenails!" She looked blissfully happy. "All of the original owners of these lovely nails were suffering in my dungeon and screamed their head off while I was torturing their sexy feet!" she explained and encouragingly caressed Aurelia's face with her long fingernail. "I'm collecting nails for another necklace. Not all nails from bitches tortured by me but I extract them all myself. If you'll be a good girl you might get it. Would that make you happy?" Laura asked, and her dreamy eyes showed insanity and hellish cruelty.

“Oh yes!” Aurelia lied. “It would be wonderful. Since you entered my cell I have been wondering where you found such a lovely necklace. Knowing that it is made from toenails just makes it even more desirable” she continued, mustering all the sincerity her acting talent allowed her. She was decided to play along with Laura’s fetishes as far as needed to loosen her guard. If she managed it well, Laura would soon be so in love with her that escaping would be child’s play. “But of course, you would not put my own nails on this collar? You would not deface my lovely feet to beautify my neck? That would be a shame, I would say”.

Laura peeked at Aurelia with obvious suspicion from behind her long eyelashes. Suddenly she burst into burbling laughter in a high pitched voice and did not stop for half a minute.

"My dear Aurelia... he he... you're such a double-tongued bitch... he he... and you're a fucking good actress..." her laughter turned to easy giggles. "If I didn't know more about you I might believe you really like this necklace made from extracted toenails. Extracted toenails that used to belong to feet which were heavily and severely tortured until they were literally destroyed... Come on, darling. Who else would love the idea of such cruelty but a citizen of Ashagen? I have no doubts that you really loved what I did to your cunt and toes, because I'm good at it. No woman could ever resist my oral work; I have long years of experience with waking lust in bitches like you! But you could never make me believe you're really into such diabolic cruelty, that you're a natural born sadist with an irresistible foot fetish... that you're someone like myself!" she hissed at the end and suddenly slapped Aurelia hard in the face; one of the long nails even opened a small cut on Aurelia's skin. "Fucking don't try to dupe me again or you will soon find your nails on that necklace!" Laura said, her face was red with anger. She stood up and walked back and forth for a while, whispering something to herself; “...irreverent bitch... blowtorch her pinky toes... sandpaper that wet cunt...”.

“You must believe me!” Aurelia answered, trying to calm Laura. “I have always had strong fetish fantasies about feet, toes and torturing them. It’s just I have never dared to act them out. But since I am in Ashagen, and since I have met you, I believe it must be possible to do it. But for that I need to be free. I need you to help me. Together, we will have a lot of fun, making love to each other while roasting some slave’s soles.”

Laura stopped and stared at Aurelia with obvious suspicion. She rubbed the tip of her nose and remained lost in her thoughts for long seconds.

"Ahhh... sooo..." she answered finally and sneered at Aurelia. "You sound like a dream-girl to me, darling. Unfortunately I have not believed in dreams since my tenth birthday... but who knows... you might be honest although I can hardly believe that. I think you are trying to fool me, and I would hate it if you were playing with my feelings. So when the right time comes, you will be tested... and I strongly suggest you do not fail the test... or else..." Laura left her threat hanging. "Whatever, this test will come another time, a bit later, so be patient and think of the most horrible torments applied to wiggling toes you could figure out..." she smiled with a demonic expression.

Aurelia smiled in return, hiding her own feelings. “With great pleasure, Laura,” she answered.

When she finally returned to Aurelia, Laura had changed again. She was smiling and her burst of anger had disappeared totally. She pulled the chair on its feet again, sat down and dug a pocket out of her bag. When she opened it, a full set of nail-care tools was revealed like small scissors, nail files, polishing pads and several bottles of various nail polishes.

"My dear sexy-footed beauty. As we agreed that your goal is to leave Tyros and relocate to my place, it is time to set up a plan. To be more specific, the plan is ready, and you will carry it out, so listen carefully," she said as she started to remove the silver polish that had been applied to Aurelia's toes just one day earlier. "You're the property of Tyros. Tyros owes me a lot of money. If he can't repay me, per Ashagen's law he will be my slave along with all of his properties... including you." Laura spoke as if they were gossiping in a cafe. She carefully removed every spot of the flaked polish from all ten toes.

"So, if he loses his estate your wish to be mine will be fulfilled completely. Unfortunately he wants to make big money. He wants you to race for him, he wants to bet on you so he wants you to win all the races! Ohhhh... it is ready... what do you think, which colour would fit your toes the best for the first race? No need to coat them with any nail art or multicolour polish, at the end of these races your feet will be quite used up. I'm thinking of black, deep blue or maybe dark green. Which colour do you prefer?"

“I believe black will fit me best,” Aurelia answered.

"So shall it be done..." Laura replied and chose the right polish. "If you lose your races his money will flow away, and soon he will find himself under my control. Certainly he won't be happy when you start to lose... he will be very rough and he will try to motivate you in every possible way. EVERY WAY means this won't be an easy task for you my poor darling..." she continued to polish Aurelia's toes. "So you need to be strong and very resolute. I'm so sorry that I have to expose you to his anger, but there is no other way. You should win your first two races, that will give you some reputation and Tyros will have more courage to bet larger sums. I will let you know when it's time to start losing," she finished with one foot and started to work on the other.

"Aurelia... whatever happens I will defeat Tyros and get you. Whether you help me or not. Please consider that in case of the second option I won't be too grateful, but quite upset with you... What do you think I'm doing to bitches who make me upset?"

“You will probably tear their toe-nails off, then clip their toes, cut their soles and force them to walk on a bed of salt crystals,” said Aurelia, trying to win Laura’s confidence.

"That's obvious, but you should know that I'm into much more... creative ways of torture too. I prefer feet, but also have the competence to torture every spot of your lovely body, and all of my slaves lost their sanity while 'enjoying" my hospitality. I do not suggest you test my talents..." Laura whispered and smiled like an innocent angel.

"So my proposal is the following: you help me to get you and Tyros by losing your races, and in exchange when this happens, you will be my personal sex slave instead of being my loudest screaming pain slave... on the supposition that you pass the test you've asked for..." she said as she carefully finished the polishing of another nail. "What's your answer?"

“Laura, is there no other way? I have seen one of these races on TV. They seem terrible and both the winner and the loser got out terribly battered. After a couple of those, I would be pretty useless to you, or I could even be dead. That’s not what you want, is it? Can’t you arrange my escape? You could release me and let me out of this house. Then I would go to your house and nobody would ever know that I am at your place. They would be looking for me in the streets or in the outskirts of the city. Then we would be alone and able to fulfill our darkest fantasies. What do you say to that plan?”

"Ohhhhh... hahaha..." Laura laughed and playfully blew onto the freshly polished toes. "Don't be so selfish, my dear. This whole story is not only about you... My first intention was to trap Tyros. Now I want you too, but my joy will be complete only if both of you fall into my hands. I'm afraid we cannot spare you a few races... you need to be a strong girl. Furthermore, I will love watching you participate in these races. I'm pretty sure you'll give us a great show! And please, do not worry about your physical condition; Tyros will take care of your body, he won't let you race in any competition that would cause you too severe damage. And to top it off, I will be with you all the time, and I will personally nurse your battered feet after each race, so that as long as it is possible they will remain in almost perfect condition" Laura explained, smiling. "I want you to nod and accept my proposal. In return, I grant you a better life after we're done with all of this... so, can I have your word?"

Aurelia was thinking quickly. Her plan had failed and she quickly had to find a new one. Maybe she could escape while being transferred to the race stadium, or while locked there? “I understand and I hope I shall not disappoint you. You have my word” she answered. Laura nodded and began to draw circles onto Aurelia's soles with the long nail of her index finger.

“By the way. I’ve talked to Trixie. I had all the afternoon to get to  know my new slave better. She sang to me like a lark, I did not even need to motivate her. Some gentle foot massage and sensuous toe sucking, along with the screaming of an old, boring slave whose soles were melting in strong acid, inspired Trixie to tell me everything. Actually, she is in love with you. I should be jealous but I’m not, it is always funny to watch my slaves have emotional chains... Also, Trixie mentioned that she was a first-link trader in Ashagen’s organization, but that she had made a terrible mistake. She had delivered a slave who proved to be a spy...” Laura chatted but her eyes were scanning Aurelia’s face without relaxation. “What terrible luck! How easy it is to glide from Ashagen’s trader to Ashagen’s slave... interesting, isn’t it?”

Aurelia had been feeling the trap arriving by the tone Laura had used since she had begun to speak about Trixie. There had been something not quite natural in her wording and thus she had been bracing herself against anything. Anyway, she had to call on all the power gathered during her training to remain perfectly calm as Laura mentioned the spy. She blinked her eyelids just a little faster and her pupils barely increased in diameter. Her heart beat had quickened though and she was eager to know more about Jenny. However, as Laura got her information from Trixie, it was doubtful that she knew more than Aurelia already knew. Thus, resisting the urge to inquire about the spy’s fate, she pretended that Laura was questioning her about Trixie’s love for her.

“Yes, I had noticed she had a crush for me, although I can hardly say that this is reciprocal. She can be quite insane at times, I have noticed, and she lacks style. I’m not interested in that kind of woman,” she answered, trying to lead Laura to a less treacherous path.

"Oh, you shouldn't think so. Trixie seems to be a very interesting woman, she really has some talent for causing pain and suffering, I can tell. She also has very sexy feet; I like the shape of her toenails very much. When you'll be with me, and with Trixie of course, I will spend long hours watching you two adoring each other’s feet; that turns me on," Laura replied.

“Maybe… But her class is far from reaching yours,” Aurelia answered.

"Wow... how nice you are, thank you!" Laura purred. "You will have plenty of time to prove your admiration... a bit later... Now back to Trixie's story... The spy who caused her fall became a very famous slave here; she was participating in several games in the Painbringer Arena. She won a dozen races before she was too much battered, so her owner transferred her to the Final Scream games. I would never have thought that skilled spies can be so efficient! She survived another four games and she is still alive! I have heard only a few times before about slaves who survived more than three races in the Final Scream Arena! It happened that I knew her owner, a very nice guy who runs a big stable with several slaves participating in games. Before I came here, I visited him and also inspected this admirable slave of his." Laura explained as she was playing with Aurelia's freshly polished toes, bending them back and forth, inserting her fingers between the toes. But Laura's eyes never strayed from Aurelia's face, she was watching the girl and a covert smile played at the corners of her mouth.

Aurelia’s heart missed a beat as she learned that Jenny was still alive but in such terrible condition. She had to gather all her energy to remain impassive. She was beginning to realise that her chiefs might have made a mistake in sending her along Jenny’s tracks. Her personal connection with the disappeared agent might prove a disadvantage. She was taking this affair emotionally, much too emotionally, and her enemies could take advantage of this. She struggled to keep her mask closed, focusing her mind on Laura’s play with her toes. But in the back of her mind, she was anguished by Jenny’s fate.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You are tickling me!” she protested, wiggling her feet and toes pretending that it was making her unable to concentrate. Laura noticed the wiggles of Aurelia's toes and this caused her obvious pleasure, but she went on talking mercilessly.

 "Poor wench... she is so severely wounded after twelve Painbringer and four Final Scream races. She doesn't have any unscathed spot on her once perfect body. For example: one of her tits is actually missing, the other is covered with scars. Burn scars, spots where her tit was pierced, hooked or impaled, and I suppose in one of the games her tit was also skinned in rectangles... very nasty sight you can bet." Laura said and took a cigarette from her pocket, lit it and deeply inhaled the smoke.

Aurelia suppressed a shiver as she imagined what the poor Jenny had gone through. She must look like a wreck now. She felt the tingling of tears ready to burst into her eyes at the memories of all she had done with Jenny. She was two years younger than her and she had taken personal care of her training. In the male world of Intelligence, she knew how a girl could feel isolated and out of place. She had taught her all the tricks of the trade, how to use her charm to climb the steps. And now, her student, her friend, Jenny, was utterly destroyed, waiting a cruel and painful death in some filthy, damp cell. She shook her mind, trying to think to something else. She had to forget about Jenny or she was going to reveal herself.

She was conscious of Laura’s piercing eyes focused on her. Laura was obviously a very sharp woman. She was yet unsure if there was any connection between her and Jenny and was trying to find out. Aurelia had to be very careful if she wanted to outwit her.

"Her owners assured me that despite her condition she can still scream like a banshee, although since her last race in which she had to endure the classic act of being hanged by the neck, her screams are a little bit hoarse. What do you think, if I would let Tyros make you run in twelve races, and then resign you to the Final Screams Games, would you still keep your sanity?"

Aurelia started at the sudden question. “Uuuh! This woman is indeed incredible. She sounds very strong. I doubt I would ever do half as good as  she did. But of course, I do not have her training…”

"I ask this because she did... I could see in it her eyes. Her owner told me that the girl had never confessed for whom she was spying for and from where she came! Amazing willpower! Of course I have examined her hands and feet too, like a connoisseur. I simply love to inspect severely tortured extremities. Unfortunately she has lost all of her fingernails, but to my big surprise, the nails of one foot were intact. Well, intact is a bit too strong an expression; let's say she still had toenails. They were blackened a bit, the nail-beds were raw from all the needles and sticks that were shoved under her nails during her career in the arenas, but those nails were whole enough for an in-depth inspection. Her owner granted me a favour so even though it is not in good enough condition for being stitched onto my new necklace, I brought it with me." Laura whispered with renewed sexual excitement and took another handkerchief from her reticule. She unfolded it and showed Aurelia an awfully discoloured, cracked, rectangular piece of horn. "What a beauty this must have been in its original condition!" Laura panted. "Do you agree with me?"

Aurelia gasped in shock at the sight of this remnant of her friend. She swallowed the tears that were coming to her eyes and transformed her horror into an expression of awe. “Oh my god! That’s incredible! I have never seen that! Look what it must have been through. I’m creaming at the thought of what her toes must have gone through! She must have suffered quite a lot. I’m regretting that I’m arriving too late to see it.”

"My oh my..." Laura whispered and look deep into the girl's eyes... "I still cannot decide if you're really turned on by this," showing off the ripped toenail, "or are trying to fool me." She reached between Aurelia's legs, rubbing her pussy with her fingers. "You're not exactly creamy... but at least not dry..." she said.

“You and me, we are so similar. I have never met someone with tastes so similar to mine. I have always thought I was the only one in the World with such fantasies. They were scaring me and I felt ashamed of them. Now that I have discovered Ashagen, I feel like I could fulfill them eventually. It is bad luck that I am on the wrong side of the fence. But I am hoping that you will change that and that we can be friends, lovers and have fun together torturing feet of helpless slaves,” Aurelia answered, instilling more of her mental drug in Laura’s mind. She could feel that Laura was willing to believe her but did not yet dared to do so. With the right amount of emotional engineering, Laura would be changed into a mere puppet in Aurelia’s skilful hands.

Aurelia was trying to keep her mind churning on all the data that were presented to her. Jenny had kept her secret. This was amazing! In spite of the despair she must have been smothered in. Brave Jenny! She had always been a strong girl, very resistant to pain. Memories of their training sessions came to Aurelia’s mind.

Routine torture training consisted of two kinds of sessions. Those where one agent was trying to make another talk and those where they were both subjected to torture with the first one breaking being the loser. Jenny had proved a very strong opponent in both situations, out-competing Aurelia in several cases. She remembered one of these occasions where the two trainees had been hanging from the ceiling by their arms bound behind them. They were both naked as was usual in these exercises. Their toes were barely centimetres over the floor. They were both dripping with cold sweat. They had been facing each other for hours, grimacing around their huge wooden-ball gags. Their contorted shoulders and strangled wrists were filling their arms and torso with intense agony. Their eyes remained locked together for most of the session as they tried to evaluate their “opponent’s” resistance. They were hardly moving at all as each stir caused more agony in their stretched arms. They were panting in short gasps, forced to fight against the gravity, which was pulling down on their diaphragms to prevent them getting fresh air into their tired lungs. This had been a battle of will. Both women were too proud to renounce first, in spite of the unbearable pain that was growing in their stretched bodies. After hours of incredible agony, both girls were utterly exhausted and had sweated out all the water they could. Their jaws were aching from clenching on the unyielding wooden balls, their eyes burned with all the sweat they had swallowed, they had barely enough strength to breathe. Suddenly, there was a popping sound and Jenny fell down another couple of centimetres. There was a second similar sound and Jenny fell lower again, moaning in agony through her gag. To Aurelia’s horror, she realised that both Jenny’s arms had been pulled out of their shoulder sockets. Her weight was now supported only by tendons and muscles. Jenny was obviously suffering phenomenal agony and Aurelia was expecting to win the session in a few seconds. But the young girl was so stubborn that she preferred her arms to receive permanent damage than to admit her defeat. Through her own haze of pain, Aurelia could see what was happening. Her own pride was not strong enough to let Jenny injure herself. She pressed the button taped on her right palm, signifying that she wanted to stop the session, losing the challenge. Yes, Jenny was the proudest and most stubborn girl she had ever met…

Aurelia’s thoughts were interrupted by Laura’s voice. "I made a very interesting finding, my dear Aurelia... you know how much I love to play with pretty toes and with their even prettier toenails. This toenail in my hand is somehow special, even after it has faced days or weeks of heavy torments. This pretty toenail is solid as steel... still hard, cracked but intact, stronger than the horn of a bull. Although I haven't had the opportunity - yet - to test your nails, darling, I believe they're quite... mmmhhhh... similar. Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Aurelia felt panic invading her. Now she was sure of it. It had been a mistake to send her on Jenny’s steps. They were much too similar. It would be too easy to notice the similarity. She tried to think fast and find a way out of this trap. “Well, I have already revealed to you a secret I have never told to anyone: my foot fetishism. This is something that has been in me since my youngest age. I have always taken care of my feet, toes and nails with the highest attention. I have followed calcium-magnesium-rich diets since puberty and I have daily painted my nails with a special lotion whose recipe was given to me by a close friend. That’s why I have such healthy nails. But there is nothing else. You cannot think I am a spy, can you?”

"Ohhh... I believe you darling, why should I be mistrustful. By the way, the poor girl will have her obviously last race tomorrow, she will enter the Final Screams Arena again, and this time she won't make it out alive, I'm afraid; she is too much used to be able to survive another race... I had the idea for a short moment to buy her from her owner - a big champion like her would deserve some pampering before leaving this Earth -, but what could I do with her? She would just consume food and water, and would only be a pain in my neck. What a pity..." Laura finished, smoked her cigarette and watched Aurelia's face as a cruel smile was dancing on her demonic, beautiful face.

Aurelia did not fall into this clumsy trap. She knew very well what kind of pampering Laura was thinking about. The race might well be the less cruel of the two deaths. Still, she was burning with the desire to see Jenny one last time. And maybe to let her know that her mission had not completely failed, that the Agency was progressing and the she, Aurelia, was going to continue her task and bring all of Ashagen’s citizen in front of their judges. It might be dangerous to meet her, she knew very well, but this was the least she could do.

“Yes, this would be a waste of food and water. But you know what, I would love so much to see her suffering one last time. She looks so much like an exceptional person! It must be quite a show to see her racing. Do you think you could entice Tyros to let me attend that race?” Aurelia asked.

Laura looked at her with obvious confusion. "You're totally crazy, Aurelia” she said. “I like blood-thirsty, foot-fetishist, selfish cunts, but you are asking too much! I will ask Tyros to train you a bit more efficiently; we have been talking for a few hours now and this is your third or fourth request or suggestion. You have too much self-confidence despite your status..." she said, anger quavered in her voice.

“Please Laura! I am not making any suggestion. But just think of it: this girl might die at any moment. She sounds so fantastic. We cannot miss that! Think of that: her death race! This will probably the most fantastic race of her career!” Aurelia answered, imitating the exalted expression Laura had been showing earlier.

"Fucking no, forget it! You are already entered in an upcoming race, the day after tomorrow, and you won't be available tomorrow..." she refused Aurelia's request.

“Then I am free tomorrow. Oh, please, Laura! You will like it as much as me!” Aurelia pleaded.

"It seems you really want to see that spy under ultimate suffering... I can set that up for you, but such kindness asks for reward. If you REALLY want to see her scream I might buy her, transfer her to my house and later let you watch her screaming... the question is: what is it in for me? What could you afford for me? You, a bound slave, sentenced for a life – a definitely short life – of long suffering." Laura mocked Aurelia and positioned herself next to the girl. She sat back, raised her left leg, removed the whorish high-heeled shoe and stretched her leg, resting her heel on Aurelia breasts, her sand and sweat covered toes pointing straight at the girl's ringed lips. "I give you a few minutes to think while you lick my toes... do it well and beware of those fangs of yours. I have no idea what I would do to a slave who would hurt my feet, but I wouldn't suggest that you find it out..." she said and closed her eyes, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia's face.

As Laura’s foot came in the range of Aurelia’s teeth, her human anatomy courses quickly unrolled in her mind. She visualised the dorsalis pedis artery running down the back of the ankle. A strong bite with her new fangs and Laura would bleed to death. But Aurelia realised that death would not come fast enough. Laura would probably have the time to kill her, or to call for help before dying. Her best solution was to stick to her plan and use this opportunity to increase Laura’s desire for her.

Thus, in spite of the sweaty smell that was coming from Laura’s foot, Aurelia stuck out her tongue and began to lick her toes. She did it at first in short touches, licking toe after toe. The ring set in her tongue was getting in the way. It kept getting entangled in Laura’s toes. But given time, Aurelia learned to use her tongue more efficiently. She began to lick more passionately, mimicking what Laura had done to her earlier. The rings pierced in her lips were rubbing against the foot, the fresh wounds still causing some mild pain to the Agent. She sucked on each toe, closing her lips around them, pushing her tongue between them, coating them in her saliva. As Laura pushed her foot closer, she tried to engulf the tip of her foot inside her mouth but her long fangs were in the way and she hand to content herself with licking the ball of Laura’s foot. She kept sucking and sucking, emitting excited moans all along. Her eyes were closed but from under her eyelashes she observed Laura’s reactions.

The sadistic woman enjoyed every moment of Aurelia's eager foot worship. Her eyes were closed, she touched her crotch and rubbed her palm against her sex through her skirt and panties. As the girl's tongue spread sticky, warm saliva all over her sensitive toes, Laura began moaning and purring, her toes wiggling in rhythm with Aurelia's tongue lashes. The ringed tongue and the wet toes were dancing together in sensuous harmony. Laura slid one hand under her skirt, under her panties and started to play over her pussy as she moved her foot closer to Aurelia's mouth, positioning her knee and ankle so as to provide the bound girl with an easier access to every spot of her foot.

As Laura offered more of her foot, Aurelia ran her ringed tongue all along the sole. There were dust and sand grains there, which she had to swallow. Her tongue continued its work on Laura’s heel and on her Achilles’ tendon. The aesthetician’s foot was soon glistening under its layer of saliva.

Only a few minutes later, Laura was drunk with joy and sexual excitement. She wiggled her toes some more, searching for Aurelia's lip rings and stuck her smaller toes into some of them, wiggling them wildly and moaning loudly. She became rougher and rougher as her climax approached, she was rubbing her sex energetically with her hand as she forced her foot against Aurelia's nose, rubbing the rings against the pads of her sole. The poor agent’s lips were stretched in all directions, making her blinding white fangs flash as they were uncovered and renewing the pain in the freshly punctured holes. Laura pointed downwards with her slutty red painted toes and actually forced her foot into the girl's mouth, stretching her lips and even made Aurelia's fangs scrape the milk-white skin on the side of her instep. The slave gasped and retched as Laura’s foot forced her mouth wide open and pressed her tongue down. She tried to turn her head sideways but the foot was already too deep. Her eyes bulged as she resisted the sudden urge to puke. Meanwhile, Laura was keeping her eyes shut, not even noticing the scratches caused by the fangs. She forced her foot deeper and deeper, her toes were dancing wildly between the Agent's palate and tongue, gagging her toy-girl completely. Suddenly Laura let out a loud, long, mewing scream, her back tensed and her toes reached Aurelia's tonsil and almost tore her mouth apart. Aurelia moaned loudly and then choked as her air supply was almost entirely cut off. Her eyes bulged out and her ringed nostrils flared widely as she desperately tried to suck fresh air in her panicking lungs. Her face turned red and she yanked forcefully on her arms and legs. But her frantic efforts remained completely unnoticed by her tormentor. Laura’s hand was stirring so intensely under her skirt that the soft textile of her panties was ripped. She opened her eyes, gazed at her foot half-way down the girl's throat, and continued screaming. She was shaking and drooling in utter ecstasy. Her frantic quivering subsided slowly, but her crazed, lusty and insane eyes were flashing wildly even after she had removed her hand from her skirt and was licking the pussy juices dripping from her fingers. Finally, she noticed Aurelia’s purple and panicked face and she yanked out her foot. Spittle and gobs of saliva were sloshed into all directions, as the choking girl shook her head and replenished her aching lungs. Two long, bleeding wounds defaced Laura’s foot where Aurelia's canine teeth had scratched the skin. Laura bent her knee and brought her foot right in front of her toy’s face.

"I may be wrong..." she started in voice made coarse by her crazy screaming, "but something about a suggestion of not hurting my foot is in the back of my mind..." she said. But before she could proceed with her sentence, she snapped at her own big toe, sucked it deeply, slurped down Aurelia's thick gobs of saliva still covering the toe. "Mmmmhhhhh... tastes so good..." she went on while sucking each toe, swallowing every drop of the slave's saliva. Finally she placed her slightly bleeding foot onto the floor and stared at Aurelia. The slave was still panting hard and coughing as she tried to recover her breath.

"So... your negotiating position has worsened... you have asked a favour from me, but in reward you also bit my foot. Your only attenuating circumstance is that not only your toes and cunt, but also the depths of your throat tastes good," she said while lighting a new cigarette. "The facts are that we have agreed on trapping Tyros. You're going to win the first couple of races and you will lose those following, until he is broke. I will make you know when the time to lose has come. Now, you want me to secure you a place for watching that battered cunt die in the Final Scream Arena. You bit my foot and caused bleeding. So, what should we do with this tricky situation? Tell me something REALLY tempting, something that melts my ice-cold heart and that makes me believe that my efforts to save the spy-girl for another race are worth the price. Something that makes me forget what you've done to my delicate foot..." Laura whispered, grinning. Her grin was frightening.

Aurelia quickly thought about something that would tease the sadistic woman. “I know how I can make this worth of your efforts. As soon as this girl is safe at your home with me, I shall prepare her for her last night with you. This last night will be the worst and the longest of her entire life, but to you I promise that it will be a continuous series of powerful orgasms. If you allow me to, I shall use a set of ropes to make a complex harness around your waist and legs. To this harness I shall fasten our strong girl. She will be wrapped inside a leather bag so that her ugly appearance and her unhealed wounds do not spoil the sheets. Only the front of her face and her arms will be visible. The rest of her body will be hog-tied inside the bag. Her face will be strapped tight against the soles of your feet and her arms will be strapped along your legs with her hands against your pussy and your anus. I shall install a choker around her neck, connected to a handle near your head. As long as you pull on this handle, the choker will let her breathe. Pulling on it will be easy as you experience orgasm after orgasm but if you get bored at any time or fall asleep, the choker will slowly tighten around her throat and she will die in about one hour. She will know this and this will motivate her to do her best to please you. She will do it even more frantically since she will have passed the previous couple of hours licking the unwashed feet of the lowliest of your working slaves so that your delicate feet will taste and smell like a dessert to her.”

"Hmmm... your idea is worth considering. I might use you and your mind to make my life even more exciting. Okay darling... I believe we're done for today..." Laura sighed and stood up. She slid her naked, still glistening foot into to her high-heel sandal and tried to buckle it, and hopped for some seconds. "From what I have heard from Trixie, your travel was a bit exhausting... forced into painful positions during your collection and flight, spending an active day in the slave trader's gym and you also missed the night rest yesterday. You must have been awake for three or four days of continuous stress, you must be very tired. I suggest you to sleep as much as you can... you will need your strength and an awesome form for the upcoming race. If you are a good girl, you will soon meet the champion spy. Don't disappoint me, Aurelia. See you on your first race! I will have a ringside seat, I'm very eager to see you run..." she laughed and blew a kiss to Aurelia. She took her pocketbook and as she spun around and left, Laura playfully caressed Aurelia's black painted toes. The ticking of her high-heels soon died away and the girl was left alone in her cell.

Few minutes later Tyros returned. With a very strict expression on her face, he sat by Aurelia's head.

"I strongly hope you've not forgotten what I have told you about who is your true master" he said while examining the girl's saliva-covered, glistening face. "I see she took her time with you... did she cause any damage?"

“No, she didn’t. Well, she almost choked me to death with her foot but this didn't leave any physical damage.”

"Good... Innocent sexual interaction is allowed... I fucking don't trust her, so if at any time she do something rough to you I want you to report it to me immediately! I was worrying that she might be unable to resist your feet... but they seem fine. Now, listen! You're going to race in the Painbringer Arena the day after tomorrow. I've entered you into a race that is less risky but usually attracts many spectators. If you do well, you won't suffer any permanent damage although it will be painful... it will hurt more than anything before in your life... but you will learn the details later. Tomorrow you'll be transferred to the Arena's stables. All participant slaves must be there one day before the race; the Arena’s owners want to avoid the effects of any short-term drug or stimulant. You will spend your next night there, together with the other slaves. You will be trained and prepared for the race in the morning. I want you to win! I want you to defeat all the other slaves and cross the finish line in the very first place! If you win, you'll have a great life compared to any other slave in Ashagen. If you fail to satisfy me you will suffer inhuman pain. This is very simple... How much time has passed since you ate last time? Are you hungry at all?"

“I can’t even remember the last time I ate a regular meal. Lately I have been solely fed sperm and urine… So, I am really hungry.”

"I thought so. I brought you some nutrition, a protein and carbohydrate-rich mixture," Tyros said. He returned from his room with a bottle. It was made of white glass and a huge amount of whitish liquid wobbled in it. He sat back to Aurelia's face and opened the bottle. "I don't think you will like the taste, but who the fuck cares about your gastronomic taste? Open your mouth and gulp down all of it. I don't want to see a single drop missed, got it?"

From the look of the bottle, Aurelia had not held very high hopes about its contents but as it got close to her nose, the smell that was coming out of it repelled her. It stank of rancid sperm and acrid piss. She grimaced and turned her face away, disgusted.

"You're so picky! As you have already suspected, the basic material is sperm, which I have collected from the male slaves and animals of the property. It is mixed up with some rich mineral water, tainted milk and I've also pissed into it, just to spice it up. Now shut the fuck up and drink it, we don't have all night," he said and with the speed of snakebite he grabbed Aurelia's chin, forcing his strong fingers between Aurelia's jaws and through her cheeks. Aurelia was tied, tired and exhausted; several spots of her body were throbbing with pain. The man was fresh and strong, the poor Agent had no chance to resist. She opened her mouth wide, Tyros’ punishing fingers sending harsh pain to her brain. "Here we go, enjoy your meal, cunt!" Tyros grunted as he propped the neck of the bottle against Aurelia's lower teeth. The bottle was slanted and the foul mixture poured into the girl's mouth.

The bottle was spreading Aurelia’s jaws far apart while its opening was resting on the back of her mouth. The offensive liquid quickly overwhelmed her swallowing capacity and filled her mouth. Tyros pulled the bottle out to let her gulp it down. The disgusting goo's taste was even worse than what Aurelia had expected. It was simply horrid. She fought the urge to puke it, knowing very well from past experience that everything would ultimately be forced down her gullet, however many times she would have vomited it. Still the experience was terrible, even to a woman as hungry as Aurelia was.

She had just swallowed the last drop of the first mouthful, and then Tyros shoved the bottle back into her mouth to serve her another ration. The poor girl’s stomach was now receiving the first gobs of the nasty mixture and it was rebelling. It was to no avail as a new train of foulness was coming down, preventing any rejection. Aurelia’s misery was total. Her fangs were grinding uselessly against the bottle as she tried to push it away. Again, the bottle did not leave her mouth until it was full. Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears as she had to ingest the disgusting stuff once again.

The process was repeated several times until all of the bottle had been emptied in Aurelia’s belly. Tyros straightened himself, looking at his slave. The area around her mouth and nose was smeared with the whitish, stinking stuff. Her teeth were connected by threads of it and her mouth was coated with it. Aurelia tried to say something, but she felt dizzy. Her vision was blurring, her mind was getting fuzzy. “This bastard has drugged me,” was her last thought before falling into unconsciousness.

End of Part Two