Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Chapter XI - In the stables of the Painbringer Arena

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie Catena

English corrected by JP

Authors' emails: Noya2929 [at] gmail [dot] com), Aurelie [dot] Catena[at] gmail [dot] com

Tags:M/f, M/f+, F/f, F/f+, interracial, modification, snuff, Tit Torture, feet, slavery, bondage, real, torture, nc, Extreme

Aurelia became discouraged when she realised she was locked in the same device. Her chances for an easy escape decreased dramatically. Still feeling dizzy she turned her attention to the other three girls locked in the room and facing her. All three of them were awake; Aurelia was the only one who had just come back from artificial sleep.

The other three slaves were all belonging to class two. Two of them were white, blonde girls and the third one a brown-haired, black woman. To Aurelia’s right, a surprisingly young, 18 or 19-year-old, long-haired girl was stocked. She was not a beauty, more of an average girl. She was clearly terrified, shaking in the stocks, her fingers were fluttering, the dim lights were dancing on her shiny  French manicured nails. Her eyes were big and filled with fear, her makeup was ruined, and tears smeared her eye shadow so that she looked like a gothic girl. She also had bruises on her cheeks and around the corner of her mouth. The girl had obviously been beaten severely during the last few days. She also wore a strange tattoo above her left eye: her owner’s brand was a sketchy axe.

The black girl was facing Aurelia. She was much bigger and thicker than the other slaves. She had fat lips and a big, wide nose, although her skin wasn't as dark as true Africans. She looked like thousands of Afro-Americans living far from the land of their ancestors. The black girl was more battered than the skinny blonde. She had several teeth missing, both her cheeks were branded in the middle with two horrible scars forming the words 'cunt' and 'slut', defacing her. She wore uncountable rings embedded into her flesh. About ten rings were pierced through her lips, another dozen was hanging from her cheeks, around the ugly letters, she had no eyebrows but rows of small, shiny rings instead. Even her eyelids were ringed, carrying two rings each. The upper eyelid rings were stitched to rings of her eyebrows so that her eyes were forced to stay open. The septum of her nose was pierced by a long, thick steel rod, which protruded by 10 centimetres on each side. The rod sported a large ring at each end. It was somehow locked to her nose in the middle to prevent any sliding. It looked quite heavy and prone to swing at the least movement of her head. The brand next to her slavery sign was a figure of a staked body. She had very long, callused fingernails, and to Aurelia's true terror, the ring and index fingers of both hands were standing upwards at a completely unnatural angle, as if the fingers had been broken and the bones forced to heal in that ugly way. Her hands were hanging motionless like parched bunches of grapes. The black girl was drooling, her forever-open eyes were gazing fixedly at the dirty floor. The lower stock holes offered glimpses at her breasts. Those were unnaturally big, a if they had been stuffed with something to make them grotesquely humongous. Her nipples were connected by a heavy, thick chain. A one-metre-long steel rod was pierced through the middle of the flesh of her breasts. Forks embedded on each side of her breasts prevented the spike to slide. Like the nose rod, this one too had large rings dangling from its ends.

To Aurelia's left another young Blondie was stocked. She had the prettiest face of her three 'roommates'. That girl was much alive, her dark eyes were scanning the room continuously, and although she was obviously terrified, she was making repeated attempts at pulling her head or wrists out of the stocks. Her long-nailed fingers clenched and unclenched; her hands were rotating as she tried everything. The slab was set deep in the floor and despite her vigorous shaking, the stocks remained in place without the slightest movement. Her efforts were clearly hopeless but she seemed very determined. She had the figure of a gallows pole carefully tattooed on her forehead. She also wore rings on her face: two for both lips. Layers of dried cum covered the area around her mouth and chin. Otherwise she looked unharmed. She was the one who realized Aurelia was awakening.

“Huh... hello...” she stopped with the futile movements and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. “I'd say welcome... but... forget it...” she said in low voice. “It seems our circle is complete.”

Aurelia shook the cobwebs from her mind and looked at the girl. Her first reaction was one of disgust at the sight of the dried cum covering her face but she had to admit that her own state was probably looking even more dreadful with its load of glistening rings.

“Hello!” she answered. “What’s your name?” The rings set in her tongue and lips prevented her from speaking with her usual ease. She could not help from spitting and drooling as she spoke and she had a definite problem of pronunciation. This angered her.

“My name is Joyce... I arrived here in Hell about two weeks ago. In front of me, this is Annette, seemingly the youngest participant. She is new to this fucking place... Ashagen... The poor Black woman is called Ayala. Actually that's all I could extract from her. She wasn't interested in talking with us.” the blonde beauty said and broke into a sad, bitter smile. “Who are you?”

“My name is Aurelia and I’m coming from the United States. I am, or rather I was, a dancer. I was kidnapped just as I was going to begin a new job. The man who bought me wants me to compete in races. I believe that’s what we are waiting for here? How long have you been in Ashagen?”

“As I told you I've arrived about two weeks ago, from Australia. I guess it was two weeks, I spent a lot of time in dark basements, so time means almost nothing to me. I was a teacher in a private school. One of my student's father... that bastard... fell in love with me, at least that was what he said. So he had me kidnapped and taken here... now I'm his sex slave... I was his sex slave. He got bored of me, he said. He made me enter a race in the arena a couple of days ago... my God...” the girl burst into tears.

The look of fear on Joyce’s face was so horrible that Aurelia felt her heart contracting. “Was it that terrible? Did you win or lose?” she asked, eager to learn more about these races.

“They... (sobbing)... made me to crawl on my knees through waist-high excrement... sob... I feel that awful stench all the time... sob... I cannot eat since that race... sob... I dived several times into that thing, unseen holes were hidden under the shit... I outran the other girl and won... but she was the loser and they made her drink one gallon of the track's material... “ the blonde beauty cried softly. Her courage seemed to fade away but soon she regained her strength of will. “I must get out of here!”

“Did you run against one of the girls here? Or are there other racers waiting in other cells?”

“There are several cells in this building. The perverted people here are watching more than one race almost everyday... The bastard who owns me loved to rape me while he was watching these races on TV... horrible things happen out there, in the arena... I saw races where around twelve women were forced to run...” Joyce replied.

“Do you know what the next race will consist of?”

“No, how could I know? The keepers of this place will come and tell us everything but I won't wait till then! I have to find a way...” she whispered and anger filled her beautiful eyes.

“How are you going to escape? These stocks look totally inescapable…”

“I don't know... I'm chained or tied all the time or surrounded by these fucking perverts. But I must escape, at whatever cost! I’d rather die in the desert, starved or dehydrated than spend another day in this place!” Joyce hissed. She fell on the stocks again, shook the slab and yanked on her wrists, without success.

Aurelia considered the poor girl. Her efforts to break free had  her panting and covered with sweat. In one sense, it was a good thing. If ever Aurelia had to compete against her, she would already be exhausted. But Aurelia admired too her pugnacity and her determination to escape. Joyce might prove helpful at some point, if an occasion to escape presented itself. She would then be more helpful in good shape rather than tired.

“Joyce, listen carefully to me!” advises Aurelia. “Maybe an opportunity to escape will happen. But you must be ready for it. Do not waste your energy fighting this device. It’s pretty hopeless. At least not as you are doing it. Try to build up your energy and wait for the right occasion.”

Joyce looked at Aurelia and slowly nodded. “You're right... but you have never taken part in a race like this before... I'm not sure whether I can bear another one...” Joyce replied. However, she kept her cool  and sighed.

“Please... someone must help me...” the skinny Blonde cried. She turned to Aurelia. “Please... you look so collected, can't you help me? I don't want to race! I don't want to be hurt, I want to go back home!” Annette cried as she gazed at the agent with her big, sad eyes.

Aurelia opened her hands in a helpless sign. “I’m sorry, Annette. I can’t do anything. This will be my first race as well and I am as scared as you are. I’m just trying not to show it. Tell me, how did you arrive here?”

“I entered the university, the first semester. I went out, for the coming-out event. I got drunk... and I awoke in a truck... I was raped and tortured and... Mom, help me...” Annette lost control and burst into hysterical cries.

“Poor Annette. I understand your plight. I’ve gone through the same treatment. And did you see how they have arranged me? You can’t see it, but my whole body is pierced in the same way. I can no longer speak normally!”

Aurelia then turned to the black woman, whom Joyce had introduced as Alaya. “Alaya? Can you hear me? How did you arrive here? What kind of races have you been through?”

The black slave proved to be totally senseless, but after the third attempt she slightly raised her head. Utter emptiness radiated from her bloodshot eyes. Her lips quivered, a thick gob of saliva fell down pulling a long tendril behind it. That was her only reaction.

Aurelia was deeply shocked by what was going on. The black slave's state was particularly scary. And what was scaring her even more was that her own state was not different from those three girls. Actually, her multiple piercings placed her closer to the black prisoner than to the blonde girls. She shivered at how fast-paced had been her descent into Ashagen’s bowels. She had landed in a place which most slaves only reached after at least a few weeks of slavery. And seeing how dangerous these races were, she doubted she would survive for too long if she did not find a way to get out of the arena at the earliest opportunity.

“Our little slaves are chitchatting... your pure comfort feels warm to my heart!” a female shrilly yell could be heard. All the girls stopped talking or crying at once and a silence of death took over the room. Rhythmical ticks followed and two figures appeared between Aurelia and Joyce.

One of them was a bare-chested, robust man with bodybuilder’s muscles. He was huge, his skin was covered with sweat and the muscles were bulging under his skin as if he had just left the gym after a long and exhausting training. He wore shorts and a rubber mask over his face. Only his flashing grey eyes were visible. He held a black-leather whip in his hands, as if he was an actor in a B-category BDSM movie.

The other figure was a thin woman about twenty-five year old. She wore a red latex top that let her shapely breasts swinging freely. Her crotch was covered by a black latex accessory with a wide slit over her pussy. However, her sex remained hidden behind a huge, long and extremely thick, scraggy, flesh-colour strap-on dildo pointing upwards at a 45-degree angle. Fishnet stockings and very high-heeled whorish platform shoes completed her apparel. Just as the man, she was the archetype of the dominant characters from a cheap bondage movie. The woman had a pretty face; her blonde hair and voluptuous lips lent her the appearance of a real slut.

The man stopped between Aurelia's and Joyce's stocks and leaned against the spy's slab. The woman walked into the circle and smiled widely, her teeth flashing in the harsh light.

“Slaves! I'm Kelly and I'm the overseer of Painbringer Stables section one. I take care of slaves registered in the races. I oversee you, feed you, train you and make you ready for the competition. I ensure the equality of all participants, watch over your comfort and execute your direct preparations. I'm your God here, and require such respect. Some of you already know me, others do not. Well, we’ll fix that flaw immediately” she said in her high-pitched voice and slowly turned around  until she faced Joyce.

“How nice to see you again, Joyce-baby! I will never forget how you heaved and puked for ten minutes after your last victory!” she said as she grabbed Joyce's chin. She forced her fingers into the former teacher's mouth and spread out her lips, examining her teeth. “I see your mouth has been washed precisely: no sign of excrement but some wasted sperm...” she giggled and slapped hard Joyce's cheek. “You're so fucking pretty, I wonder how long your beauty will last...” Kelly hissed and walked to Ayala.

The black girl began to tremble, and her face finally showed some emotion: Pure fear. Kelly smiled widely and carefully tickled Ayala's throat with her extremely long, shiny, unpainted fingernails. “Yala-luv! Always a pleasure seeing good old friends around. How have you been? Are you missing your cunt-lips? Does the spot of your lost clit still hurt?” Kelly threaded one finger through three of Ayala's wide lip-rings and playfully tugged on the black girl's fat lower lip. “Did I tell you already that per my experience niggers die faster in Ashagen? Do you consider yourself as lucky?” she asked but the horribly tortured woman only whined and her bloodshot eyes were rolling wildly. Kelly reached up into her nostril and extracted a gob of fag with her long nail. She cleaned her nail on Ayala's lower lip and burst into laughs. “Not too funny mocking brain-dead meat, don't you think, Zek?” Kelly asked and the huge man replied with a grunt.

When Kelly stepped in front of Annette, the girl was already trembling and tears were flowing from her eyes. Kelly stood facing the girl in total silence for several seconds. Annette was getting more and more terrified, uncertainty made her lose control. Suddenly her pitiful sobs burst into almost hysterical whining, as if she was being hurt, although Kelly had not even touched her. Suddenly, a shrilly yell made her stop her agonizing whining.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DISGUSTING, ASSLICKER CUNT!” Kelly yelled as she slapped the girl's face three times, THACK, THACK, THACK! Annette remained silent, gasping for air in terror, her face turned red. “Listen, slut... I will gut you and make you feed on your own intestines if ever again you show any emotions without my permission! Understood?” Kelly asked in a low voice, and Annette wildly nodded, chaffing her neck against the stocks.

Kelly eventually moved to Aurelia and stared at the beauty's face for several seconds.

Aurelia returned the look with calm, steel-cold eyes. She did not move, did not speak. She just looked at Kelly, assessing her strength and her skills from the way she held herself and the pattern her muscles formed. The woman seemed quite tough. Her body was slender and her muscles were stringy, she must had been actively involved in sports. Her eyes were chilly cold but sadistic lust was burning deep inside. She seemed dangerous although Aurelia suspected she wasn't too intelligent. The woman perplexed for a second, she didn't expect such toughness from any of the slaves, but she regained her pride quite fast and decided to reposition herself using the only way she knew. She wanted to humiliate the confident looking slave.

Kelly caressed Aurelia's face, running her sharp fingernails over Aurelia's nose, along her cheeks, tickled her chin. “Astonishing... you're said to be the greatest talent lately, so if that's true we will meet several times before you superannuate from the Painbringer Arena” she said and smiled widely. “Lick the hand of your Goddess, lick the hand that will feed you!” Kelly commanded, holding her palm against Aurelia's lips.

Because of the large ring set in her tongue, Aurelia could never wholly keep it inside her mouth. At least not in a comfortable way. So she kept its tip and its ring just passed her ringed lips, slurping the excess saliva from time to time. Obediently, Aurelia opened her mouth and fully stuck out her tongue. She began to lick Kelly’s hand as well as the ring would allow her. Kelly giggled as the girl's wet tongue and the metal ring tickled the sensitive nerves of her palm. She let Aurelia lick her palm and fingers until they were coated under a thin layer of saliva. When Kelly was satisfied with the result, she grabbed the plastic cock and rubbed her palm against it until it was shiny with Aurelia’s saliva.

“Open wide! It's time to show how much you respect your Goddess' wishes. And I wish you to swallow this fine piece of rubber, until it's bathing in your stomach's acids.” Kelly said while grasping Aurelia's ears and pushing her crotch forwards until the tip of the inhumane thick dildo passed the girl's lips.

She felt the hard plastic rod crushing her lips and stopping against her teeth, which her ringed tongue prevented from closing entirely. The dildo was soon putting so much pressure against her front teeth that she was forced to open her mouth wider. The strap-on immediately rushed inside until it banged against the back of her palate. Aurelia’s eyes could not believe what she was seeing: even now with the huge artificial penis filling her mouth, almost half of it was still waiting in front of her stretched lips! She retched and coughed, trying to accommodate the largest object she had ever got in her delicate mouth, fearing that her front teeth would be broken by the massive intruder.

From Kelly's point of view the sight was almost unbelievable. She was wearing her dildo for many hours almost every day and had got used to its length; a length that would have put to shame the most brawny-cocked porn actors. Combined with its impossible thickness, the dildo Kelly was carrying had soon become the most feared sight for every slave in the arena’s stables.

Kelly was holding Aurelia's nape, pushing the girl's head with all her strength against her crotch. Her fingers were locked in her prey’s hair and she began to twist and shake and pull the trapped head while she pushed her hips forward. With every thrust, she won a few millimetres, stretching the delicate throat tissue, widening the pipe, forcing the superhuman thing deeper and deeper. The poor agent was making gurgling sounds, helpless to do anything to stop or ease the dildo’s progress. Sharp pain exploded in her throat whenever a ligament or a muscle was torn to allow the throat to widen some more. Her eyes were bulging out. Her air supply was cut off and she was living on her reserves now. Her flaring nostrils were vainly trying to suck in more air.

Kelly was progressively aligning her victim’s throat with her mouth and the strap-on. Finally, with a last, powerful hump, she shoved her organ up to the hilt into Aurelia’s face. The poor girl felt a tearing pain in the side of her face as her jaw bones were dislodged from their sockets.

Kelly was looking downwards, seeing that the red haired beauty's lips were against the very base of the dildo, where the balls would have been if Kelly’s had been a real cock. Aurelia’s lips were forced into so wide a ring that Kelly doubted any tissue was still intact, not to mention the slave's jaws. Kelly felt such a wicked sexual excitement that her cunt behind the dildo was getting wet and her thighs and rivulets of juices were flowing down to her ankles.

Aurelia's eyes were wide open, bulging out from their sockets, her nostrils opened and closed frantically, pumping savagely as the slave tried to suck air in through them. Some smaller blood vessels had broken and tiny blood streams coloured in red the white of Aurelia's eyes. Droplets of saliva dripped from her chin but the dildo was so thick that it cut not only her air supply but also the emission of saliva.

Kelly reached down with one hand and held her palm against Aurelia's throat, holding the slave's head harder with her other hand. What she felt made Kelly moan and she began to squirt uncontrollably. More pussy juices flowed down her legs. The extreme dildo filled Aurelia's throat totally, stretching the flexible tube of her oesophagus doubling its normal diameter. She could feel the hardness of the plastic and even the crinkles on the surface of her favourite dildo through the girl's neck. Kelly screamed and trembled from sadistic lust, as Aurelia was fighting to reopen her air supply and against the hellish pain she was forced to endure.

The horrible oral rape continued for two interminable minutes. Aurelia’s lungs were on fire as was her throat and her whole mouth. She was fighting with all her body, bucking into the stocks, bracing on her strong legs, clenching her fists. She was fighting for her very life. As she kicked and thrashed savagely, the large rings set in her nipples kept jingling against the metal stocks. Her vision was gradually darkening and narrowing. She felt light-headed as the prolonged lack of oxygen began to affect her brain. She realised she was about to die miserably in those stables, far from the world she knew, in the hands of a crazy, sadistic slave keeper.

Finally Kelly let Aurelia's head free and with a powerful tug she yanked out the dildo from the girl's oesophagus, throat and mouth. The slurping wet sounds that followed would have turned anybody's stomach. As the dildo left the tortured oral cavity, it brought and incredible amount of scummy saliva with it, as Aurelia puked an almost fist-sized gob of whitish liquid. Zek was there holding a glass mug under the girl's chin and the unbelievably huge saliva ball fell directly into it. Thick tendrils of saliva connected Aurelia's lips, teeth and tongue to the shaking dildo, she coughed and heaved again and again, erupting more waves of disgusting liquids from the depths of her throat and stomach. Her lower jaw was hanging at a strange angle. She was unable to close the dislocated bone, which was sending fresh agony whenever it swung.

Aurelia was panting hard and fast, filling her aching lungs with the smelly air of the stable. She could not seem to get enough. In the midst of her haze of pain, she wondered if her jaw bone was broken or merely dislocated, whether she would ever be able to chew or even eat again. Her throat did not seem to regain its natural shape, leaving a very strange and painful feeling of openness, as if her oral cavity had just been transformed into a huge, living funnel.

When the extreme heaving and vomiting finally stopped and the mug was half full of the scummy material, Kelly smiled victoriously, putting her hands on her hips. “Oh fucking God! That was one of the most wonderful throat-jobs I've ever seen! Not even the fattest, fat-lipped and wide-throated nigger cunts could have ever swallowed this dildo totally without having their jaws ruined! You were amazing, slave!” Kelly screamed in delight and suddenly kissed Aurelia's still dripping, bloody lip. “Say something! I want to hear if you can still talk!” she commanded.

Aurelia weakly tried to answer, but her dislocated lower jaw only shook, sending stabs of pain in its joints. A feeble grunt came out of Aurelia’s distended throat. With anguish, she doubted that, even with her jaw in place, she would be able to talk. Kelly rubbed her chin and took the mug from Zek's hand. “She looks fine but her jaw jumped out of its sockets. Would you be so kind and repair it?” she asked. The big man approached the drooling girl. He got a firm grab on Aurelia's upper jaw, with his other hand he held her head in place. He started to move the dislocated jaw, almost carefully, paying much attention to what he was doing. Sharp pain throbbed into Aurelia's brain, the overstretched sinews were radiating harshly as they were forced to move even more. Suddenly the muscular man raised Aurelia's chin and yanked on it. Hoarse, dying scream emerged from Aurelia's throat but her jaw got back to its place, intact and despite the hellish pain ready to operate. Zek stepped back and Kelly handed him the mug.

“Now your bones are in place. This kind of accidents must be treated fast if we don't want you to remain crippled. Can you talk now?”

Aurelia moaned in pain as she tried to answer, but her jaw was indeed working.

“Okay, it's more like a squeak than talk but you will regain your full ability surprisingly soon. I know it. You can bet this was not the first time I stretched a bitch’s throat.” Kelly laughed. She collected another gob of drooling juices from the girl's chin, sloshing it into the mug. “I will come back soon to you, so be ready!” Kelly said and turned to Anet. The poor girl was trembling again in her stocks. After what she had witnessed, she was even more terrified than before.

“Anet! right now we're in the middle of my favourite foreplay called double-swallow fun. That's me, I just love to watch slaves gagging on different things, fluids, cocks or on my favourite dildo. Double-swallow means that you have to swallow twice. First, you swallow the content of the mug.” she pointed to the extremely disgusting wobbling mixture of saliva, stomach acid and blood. “You have to drink it all. No puking allowed. If you vomit, we fill it back until you can hold it down. All of it! It’s that simple. As I see, this might take a long time with you but I hope you will surprise me. I love deep-throated cunts. When all is down I'm going to fuck your face with this...” she caressed the shiny, wet dildo from which saliva tendrils were dripping on the floor. “This is the second swallow you have to perform. At the end you'll puke for sure, but that is not a problem as the other slaves in the circle need the content of your throat too...”

She smiled angelically and took the mug from Zek's hand. “Open wide and start gulping, heavy task but slaves needs to learn how to deal  with that.” While Zek was holding the girl's head, forcing it upwards, Kelly forced her fingers under Anet's chin, pushing on the sinews and the unwilling girl's mouth opened like a flower. Kelly started to pour Aurelia's saliva into Anet's mouth. It took only half a second for the poor newcomer to begin to heave. Her neck was forced back and her mouth pointed a bit upwards but she managed to puke so hard  that every drop of saliva combined with Anet's stomach content flew back into the mug. Kelly smiled, waited a few seconds before the pouring started again. The second time, more foul liquid was poured in before it all came back, but Kelly and Zek proved to be patient.

The poor Anet vomited six more times. Her face was pale and she was shaking continually. The eighth attempt was almost successful and Anet somehow gulped down the rest of the liquid but finally she dropped out again, producing a strong stream so that Kelly had to be really agile to collect it all in the mug. Finally Zek pinched Anet's nose, held the girl steadily, and Kelly poured down the whole mug into her throat; she didn't stop for a moment.

It was obvious that Anet was going to puke again, but before that Kelly positioned herself in front of the girl and with one, strong thrust she pushed the glistening dildo into her throat blocking the way of the vomit. Utter terror was burning in Anet's eyes, her long legs were kicking behind the stocks, every muscle tightened in her young body. Kelly's dildo cut her air supply as the wicked blonde pushed the enormous dildo deeper, directly into Anet's throat. Almost half of the dildo was still outside and despite her efforts Kelly was unable to push it deeper without tearing vital tissues so she stopped there. After a couple of minutes she finally yanked the dildo out and Anet puked everything out, all the saliva that had been poured into her and added more from her own throat and oesophagus. As Kelly stood back, Anet panted hard before she went limp. She was breathing but had lost consciousness.

“Wow! Only two bitches and the mug is already two-third filled!” she rejoiced over the scummy saliva she was holding in the mug. She turned to Ayala and the battered black girl opened her mouth wide; she was familiar with Kelly's desires. Ayala gulped down every drop of the sticky saliva as if her throat was a drainage gullet. Somehow she had completely lost her ability to heave or puke. During her long stay in Ashagen, the poor girl had endured so many extremities, she had had to eat, swallow, drink, gulp so many foul things that all natural reflexes had been snuffed out from her. She was barely even human.

Kelly thrust her strap-on dildo right down Ayala’s throat with incredible ease. The black girl’s throat had already been so often raped and distended that it did not offer any resistance even to so massive a monster. Kelly’s frustration would have been comical if the ambiance had not been so horrific. Ayala not only did not show any pain reaction, but she did not puke. It looked as if the poor girl was beyond the torturer’s reach.

The slave keeper angrily pulled off her dart and walked fast to a cupboard. She opened it brusquely and quickly picked two items. The one that looked like a chirurgical-steel pipe she threw to her assistant, asking him to keep it for later. The other, which was a kind of wide leather strap, she brought back to Ayala.

“It seems you have become somewhat soft-throated. I promise that his collar will help you get back some firmness” she said, a cruel grin on her face. She opened the neck hole in the stocks and wrapped the piece of leather around Ayala’s neck. The collar was as wide as the girl’s neck, made of thick black leather, featured with four leather straps. She tightened each strap as taut as it would go and locked them with four tiny padlocks. She then relocked the neck hole.

By that time, Ayala’s face showed all signs of suffocation. Since her tormenter had tightened the fourth strap, her wind pipe had been totally constricted, depriving her of fresh air. Her eyes were bulging out, her mouth was gaping wide, her nostrils were flaring as she vainly tried to suck air. She was getting frantic now, shaking her head, banging the back of her skull against the stocks.

Kelly returned to her task of raping the black girl’s throat, breaking a tooth out. She made quick thrusts, pulling her dildo half-way out between them. In spite of the pain this treatment was doubtlessly causing to her constricted throat, Ayala seemed relieved. Each push of the dildo was actually widening her throat pipe, allowing a little air to enter before the dildo came back again. Finally, Alaya’s ruined reflexes came alive for a few seconds while she was puking back all the nasty content right into the mug. As she puked, she was also trying to fill her lungs with fresh air, emitting grotesque gurgling sounds. She was feeling her widened throat slowly taking back the shape her collar was forcing it into. Her air supply was getting restricted again. Her breathing was hissing, her eyes began to bulge again.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” said Kelly at this pitiful sight. “Zek, give me the gag.”

The “gag” looked like a long, shiny, chirurgical-steel pipe with holes pierced all over its surface, with round ends. She forced it down Ayala’s gullet, until its full length had disappeared. Immediately, a hissing breath came back from the black slave's gaping mouth. The pipe was giving her throat its original shape and the holes allowed air to pass to and fro. Kelly left her victim to recover some strength and then yanked out the pipe gag. Ayala’s eyes widened in fear as she felt her throat tightening again. It was not an immediate process though. It nearly three minutes for her breath to narrow to a gurgle, then a hiss, then a cough until it was once again desperately locked.

Kelly was holding the pipe-gag just in front of Ayala’s face and the black girl was desperately stretching her neck and reaching with her fat, pierced lips, trying to grab the cruel tool that would bring back life to her burning lungs.

“You like sucking these things, don’t you, stupid Nigger!” taunted Kelly. Ayala, longing for air, nodded frantically, her mouth gaping wide. Kelly shoved the holed pipe hard into the needy, smelly throat. The black girl gagged and took as deep a breath as the constricting collar and the pipe allowed her, clenching her teeth on the steel tube. “That’s it, Nigger. I suggest you hold it well. I wouldn’t let it slip off if I were you...” mocked Kelly as she turned to her next victim.

She strapped it in place behind her victim’s neck. The latter was again breathing with a hissing noise. The mug was almost full by now, but Kelly wanted to complete the circle and her double-swallow game. Joyce looked at her in disbelief and terror, but anger and hatred were burning too in her eyes when Kelly stood in front of her.

“Come on, Joyce! You did this very lamely, last time and you fainted just as the other Blondie there, but time brings experience. I wonder how much you have developed” she said. Zek was already holding Joyce's head in place. Joyce fought against his hands and she tried to bite Kelly's fingers as the perverted blonde wanted to force her mouth open, so Zek had to step behind the stocks and beat Joyce right in the ribs. While she was panting, Zek grabbed her head again and Kelly poured the full mug of liquid into her mouth, pinching her nose, sometimes forcing her fingers into Joyce throat to actually push the sticky material deeper and deeper. Joyce puked out the whole content twice, and Zek and Kelly were sweating profusely when they finally managed to make Joyce drink it all.

The throat rape was short and brutal. Kelly broke two teeth out of Joyce's mouth as she forced the dildo deeper and deeper into her mouth. When the final puke spurted out from the pretty-faced girl’s mouth, the mug filled totally and loads of saliva spilled over and dripped on the ground. Joyce remained conscious at least, but she looked so utterly exhausted and miserable, that Kelly french kissed her dragging long tendrils of saliva between hers and Joyce's lips when she finally took an upright position.

She headed towards Aurelia again holding the mug completely filled with nasty, foul, smelly, yellowish liquid.

“The circle must be completed. The game is double-swallow and you had only one swallow till now... agreed?”

Aurelia grunted, eying at the foul liquid spilling over the mug, feeling her stomach lifting at the disgusting sight.

“Come on, give more effort! Your words were almost articulated, only a few more times and you will be able to sing again perfectly... but what could be the problem? Got it! Maybe your throat has dried, so you need some water! Let me offer you a full mug of nice... water!” Kelly laughed almost hysterically as Zek grabbed Aurelia's face. “How lucky we are, you're still unable to close your mouth completely... this requires less effort from us...” she said and her eyes were flashing as she raised the mug closer to Aurelia's face, actually holding the glass mug in front of the girl's eyes, so that she could inspect more closely its content...

The stench coming out of the mug was terrible and Aurelia tried to turn her face away from it. But Zek was behind her, half-sitting on the small of her back. He yanked on her hair until the back of her head banged against the stock's upper panel and he held her head in this position by pulling firmly on her soiled auburn mane. Aurelia’s eyes grew wide as she saw the mug approaching her ringed lips, with her ring tongue half-protruding from her teeth. Kelly lifted the mug and poured all its filthy content in one shot into the spy’s gargling mouth. The fetid gooey ran down her throat, coating her tongue and palate in its sticky mantle. She gagged and retched but the foul matter kept flowing down. Just as the last drop had been emptied in her gaping oral cavity, her stomach began to rebel. Aurelia felt her belly knotting and heaving and she began to puke.

Kelly dropped the empty, sticky mug with a highly satisfied facial expression. She had to jump back suddenly when Aurelia began to vomit. It was more a crazed, angry waterfall than a single stomach-emptying reflex because the poor girl puked out the foul liquid like a fountain. Her pretty face was contorted in utter sickness as her mouth was wide open, her spine arched and she poured all her stomach's content in one, extremely strong jet onto the floor under her face. Her super-intense vomiting lasted for a few seconds and when it finally came to an end Kelly's hysterical guffaw was filling the room. Long and thick strands were hanging from Aurelia's mouth, from her fangs, her lips, her nostrils, her chin and even from the tip of her ringed nose. Big gobs of the elastic saliva were springing up and down falling lower and lower until they reached the floor and the strands broke.

“God! That's my favourite part!” Kelly grinned; she was beaming. “I wish I would have another slave here who could lick all this shit up for me!” Kelly giggled and danced into the centre of the slave circle.