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Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurélie Catena

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

Introduction

Summary

An expert female spy, Aurelia, is sent to infiltrate a ring of slavery and save a colleague of her who had mysteriously disappeared in a previous mission. The operation brings Aurelia, tightly chained, to the land of Ashagen, a place where slavery, torture and sadism express themselves freely and with extreme creativity. Horrified, she discovers from the inside a society where horrible games, infamous experiments are imagined by the cruellest sadists of both sexes she has ever seen. Calling on the excellence of her training and skills, she tries to find her colleague and to leave this hell to reveal its existence to the rest of the world. But the longer she stays in Ashagen, the more she gets modified, in her body and in her mind. Will she succeed in escaping before being reduced to a wreck?

The story is set in a realistic contemporary environment. The heroin excels in many skills but this is entirely due to hard training and long practice. Magical powers and supernatural creatures have no part in this narrative.

Disclaimer

This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities including, but not restricted to, torture, death, bondage, amputation, body modification, cannibalism, humiliation, nudity, racism and slavery. In most case they are done in non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, we strongly advise you to stop here and now. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility.

This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!

No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.

Introductory notes

This story was written as a collaborative game by Noemi Salvadge and Aurélie Catena. They wrote it in alternation, using the sharing technology behind Google Documents to intersperse their sentences as they wished. Aurélie wrote all the sentences related to the main heroin, the secret Agent Aurelia, her actions, her feelings and her thoughts. All the other characters as well as the world itself and the other events were conceived and written by Noemi.

This story is very long. At the moment of this writing, it has been continuing on a regular basis for five years and extends on 31 chapters, and it is not going to end soon. In spite of its length and collaborative nature, we feel that we have managed to stay on track and follow a logical and rhythmical progression. We hope that it will provide a good reading to those who relish this kind of extreme hallucinations.

None of the authors being a native speaker of English, and although we have made an extensive use of orthographic correctors, you will certainly stumble on quite a lot of barbarisms and awkward pieces of syntax. We apologise for those and hope that they will not too much detract our readers from enjoying our deviant ideas. For some chapters we benefited from the kind help from some native English speakers, who edited and improved our English very much. Credit will be given to them at the head of the concerned chapters.

Chapter I – Mission briefing

The pretty, middle-aged woman sat in the huge leather chair behind a wooden desk, smoking. She was wearing an elegant, dark outfit with high-heeled leather boots. She pointed to the chair in front of her and invited the entering woman:

\"Take a seat, Agent Aurelia, it's so nice to meet you again.\"

Colonel Sharon Waffer was the chief of the department looking after missing persons on behalf of one of the government secret intelligence agencies. She was known as a very strict boss with long years of experience in the front-line of the Agency as undercover agent.

The young woman she was addressing walked to the seat as a panther would have done, in a supple and silent move. Her shiny, curly, auburn hair cascaded loosely down her back almost to her waist. She was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather outfit, which she used for night operations. It delineated perfectly her well-defined, toned muscles, her slender waist, her powerful legs and her proudly-jutting, firm breasts. She sat down and, without unnecessary talk, darted an attentive look of her green eyes at her superior, her eyebrows slightly lifted.

\"Agent Aurelia. You were ordered to my office 'cause I need your extraordinary skills for solving a very subtle case. You are one of our most skilled and talented young agents, and this task requires a really special attendant. The complete file has already been transferred to your place so that after this briefing you will be able to read all the details we have at the moment.\" she said in a calm, slow voice. She lit another cigarette after having snuffed the previous one. She held the cigarette between her dark-red painted fingers and blew out the smoke.

\"Our analysts have discovered that in the last years the number of missing persons increased dramatically. The fact itself attracted our attention, but there are some other factors that are even more intriguing. Actually, 99% of that increase is composed of women, mostly young women from developed countries like the USA or from the European Union. Even if more people are killed in Africa or thousands are missing after an earthquake in China, that doesn't matter. But the mysterious disappearance of wealthy females from rich societies is something we had to investigate. It seems our suspicions were correct: we discovered that a new slave-trading organization started operating about five years ago and during the years its slave hunting activity increased dramatically. They relate to it under the code-word \"Ashagen\". Please don't let any naivety fog your rationalism. We strongly believe that this organization is collecting and delivering sex slaves.\"

Colonel Waffer stopped for a moment and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. Waffer was over 35 but she still looked like a model in the middle of her twenties. Blonde hair framed her face and her skin was almost spotless.

Aurelia nodded, her eyes remaining hard as steel. “I shall not, Madam. Please continue”.

\"So far, we have never found any woman having escaped out of this organisation's claws. Either they are all killed or they are held in a totally escape-proof place. I've already put great effort into this case and we managed to infiltrate several agents into positions where they can collect useful information. Unfortunately the structure of the organization is diabolically clever. We only know a few satellite groups, charged with identifying and kidnapping the victims. So far we have been unable to follow their fate after they are taken-over by Ashagen itself. The local cells don't even know anything about the real bad-boys; those working for them are mainly jerk-water gangsters.\"

Waffer took a deep blow from her cigarette and licked her red lips.

\"I believe you already guess what your task will be. We have already lost two undercover agents with the same task. After they were taken over to Ashagen, we lost their trace and they haven't never reported back to us. But none of them was as good as you. I want you to play the role we created for you and investigate what's going on! Where is the base of their operations, how do they carry on the slave supply-chain and what is happening to the thousands of abductees. Understand?\"

“Yes Madam! Ready for this mission!” answered Aurelia.

\"Good. Maybe I don't need to tell you that most of the kidnapped women are young and beautiful. They come from a wide gamut of professions but the majority of them are living in the dark side. Prostitutes, strip dancers, porn-movie actresses. This kind of women usually have a ruined personal life, no relatives or anyone to care for them, so their disappearance makes no ripple. As I said, we know a couple of their head-hunter cells and know exactly what kind of role you have to play to be their next victim. We've already created your new identity: you'll be a poor, lonely girl arriving to a big city, pennyless and friendless. You'll apply for a strip-tease dancer job. You might spend there a couple of weeks before your abduction but no need to worry; we won't waste your and our time. You'll soon find yourself in the hands of the organisation, and your real mission will start then. The first agent we sent had microchips built in her body, functioning as radio and signal transmitters, but they didn't help. It seems Ashagen has the technology to filter out undercover cops. Accordingly, you won't have any high-tech stuff but will have to trust your own skills and experience. After discovering what's going on, you will report to us, giving all details including your location. Our best team will then extract you.\"

Waffer finished her monologue and dropped the still glowing cigarette into the ashtray.

Aurelia’s eyes were sparkling. She could already feel the adrenaline running deliciously in her veins and was eager to face action.

“Madam, may I ask you one question? Was Jessica one of the agents involved in this mission?”

Jessica was one of her younger colleagues, a personal friend she had incited to join the Agency and whom she had personally trained. She had not seen her in several months and rumour had it that she had disappeared on a mission. Of course, nothing had filtered out about the details, but Aurelia hoped she would be able to save her.

\"Agent Aurelia, or can I say Aurelia Smith, desperate little chick in need of a job... all of your possible questions will be answered in the file waiting for you. The mission will start in 24 hours, so get ready! Please forgive me but I still have plenty of tasks to do before we can drop you into this mission. I wish you great hunting and order you to come back alive. Dismissed!\" Colonel Waffer said and within a second she was focusing her entire attention on her computer screen.

Aurelia stood at attention, clacking the high heels of her black-leather boots, and, after a quick nod of the shin, she spun 180° and strode to the door. Her mind was already churning over the case, composing the character she would have to play during the next weeks. She walked to the special agents’ quarters and entered her office, typing her personal code at the door. On her table the file was waiting for her. For the next two hours, she read the document thrice, engraving all details, all addresses, all pictures, all names in her formidable memory.

The file was not as complete as she had hoped and the lack of information was a testimony of how little reliable data the Agency had collected about the details of the secret organization. Aurelia's fears regarding Jessica proved to be true. Her student was the first undercover agent to fall into the hands of Ashagen, the one who had been equipped with all types of hidden micro-technological devices. She was sent to the mission about three months ago. The place was a dirty, little town called Carrick City and her task was to join the local organization cell there. The cell was working in a night club called \"the Pink Butterfly\" and Jessica was playing the role of the daughter of a wealthy businessman, who wanted to fulfil her wicked, lesbian desires in that place of satanic perversions. She could report back for two days before she mysteriously disappeared.

Jessica had contacted the boss of the bar, a woman in her forties called Trixie Wells. She had paid her to let her move around the bar and talk to the dancers. All dancers turned out to be prostitutes and following her role Jessica had paid large money for them to drop her some private parties in backrooms of the bar.

The role was obviously a real challenge and very difficult for a girl like Jessica, and her reports showed that she wanted to stall for time without having real sexual interaction with the girls. The Agency did not know if this factor was the cause of her fall or maybe some other problem occurred but after two days the Agency had lost her track.

Poor Jessica, thought Aurelia. She was not ready for this kind of demanding mission. Technically, she had finished her training, but this kind of cover asked for something more, something that could not be taught.

A photo was attached to the file showing Trixie Wells, a dark-haired woman with a strict face. As per Jessica's report Trixie was a lesbian too, who selected the dancers based on her own preferences. Trixie had two helping hands, two guys named Jake and Billy, who led the security guards in the bar and organized all the minor details of the business.

The second missing Agent was a man called Athis who had been sent to another location in Europe and whose mission was similar to Jessica's. As he had not reported back in the last six weeks he had likely failed too.

Aurelia's destination was the same place and same bar as Jessica. She would have to go to Carrick City, but with a quite different role. Aurelia would be allowed no high-tech devices on this mission and would have to rely entirely on her physical and mental abilities. That was not to scare her as she knew her training and her talent made her the perfect weapon. She used to say that she was like a blade: more dangerous when naked. Still she would need some props and equipment to enter her role. They had all been prepared for her and were gathered in an old, leather suitcase, left in her office as well. Kneeling, she opened it and glanced at the content. There was not much: cheap, slutty clothes, an ID card, a purse with low-end make-up and some money. In the bottom of the suitcase, neatly folded, was a less cheap outfit, which she would have to use for her strip-teaser interview. She slightly blushed at the sight of how revealing it was. She would really look like a whore wearing it.

The rest of the outfit was made of some kind of fish-net stockings that would cover her legs, body and arms, only leaving out her feet and hands. The whole stuff was black, sporting only a tiny triangle of cloth to hide the crotch and a narrow band to cover the breasts. The latter would barely cover Aurelia's areolae and nipples though. She also found a pair of elegant high-heel sandals, with thin little ankle- and toe straps, leaving the foot naked and steeply arched.

She also found a bus ticket to Carrick City dated the next morning. She had just one night to rest before her mission began. She better had to go home directly.

As she walked the corridors carrying the old suitcase, she nearly bumped into Karen, six feet of taut, defined muscles enclosed in a black lycra, sweaty outfit. Both women smiled at each other. Aurelia was obviously leaving for a mission and they both knew this kind of stuff could not be discussed. Still, Karen wished her good luck.

“I won’t need luck” answered Aurelia. “I’ll need all the training you gave me.”

“Strength and suppleness! That’s all you need to remember. Along with the dozen atemi and parries I taught you!”

Aurelia smiled in return and, with a blink whispered “the naked blade! Don’t worry for me.” And with that, she departed.

Chapter II - The bus to Carrick City

Aurelia had vainly looked for decent clothes to wear before leaving her apartment. She had finally settled for a pair of very short Jean's hot pants – the kind which pressed deep into her firm ass crack and whose fringes stopped just below the point where her buttocks joined her thighs. It left all her long, muscular legs uncovered down to her feet. For the long journey, she found it preferable to the ultra-short mini-skirts that composed the rest of her wardrobe, in particular as the only underwear she had been allowed were very skimpy, or even crotchless, thongs. She did not want to pass the journey pulling down on the hemp of her skirt. Her chest was moulded in the least dirty tank top she had found. Still, its whiteness was dubious, there were a few pale yellowish spots and holes here and there, and it smelt of cold sweat. It was two sizes too small, stopping on her lower ribs and leaving a deep cleft in between her breasts. The suitcase contained no bra and thus she wore none. Not that her firm breasts needed any, but it would have prevented her dark nipples to push against the material of her top.

For her feet, she had not much choice. There were only two pairs of shoes, both very high-heeled and full of straps. Being more used to walking in tennis shoes than in heels, and as those she found in the suitcase were particularly high, she had spent some time at home walking in them. It was so desperately slow. But she knew it was part of her new persona and she ad to bear with it.

Looking at her image reflected in a window, she had to refrain from blushing. She looked like a real slut, a hot, sexy vamp totally deprived of self-respect. Even the heels participated in her degradation, forcing her to wiggle her butt like a whore. She cursed inwardly at the guy who had prepared her suitcase for this mission. He was probably laughing by now.

Aurelia climbed into the old bus, carrying her worn suitcase that held all she would be allowed to possess for the next few weeks. She had to concentrate not to twist an ankle. The air smelled a mix of cold sweat and unwashed feet, imperfectly masked by the cheap perfume the driver had sprayed around during the refitting. She chose a seat near the back of the bus, next to a window. She immediately removed her sandals and massaged her aching feet and ankles.

The bus was crowded. Its two drivers would alternate at the steering wheel for more than 36 hours before the arrival to Carrick City. It was full of hopeless, older peoples in cheap clothes, who had lost their existence and put all their eggs in one basket. Some passengers were younger men who sought for challenge in the disreputable city and there were also a few young girls who looked nervous and startled.

Although more people came in before the bus departed, the black glare she directed at the newcomers diverted them from seating next to her. Thus, during the first leg of the voyage, she was able to relax and to rehearse in her head all the points of the mission. She deliberately ignored the vicious looks the men darted at her exposed flesh and she closed her ears to their luscious comments.

Three hours after the start, the bus arrived at the first stop, allowing the voyagers to go to the restrooms and to buy a drink. More peoples joined the company as well. The bus was filling fast. A black girl entered the bus. She was of the same age as Aurelia and looked probably as slutty as herself. She was wearing a black, sleeveless dress that did not go lower than her mid thighs. She walked in dirty tongs. But what shocked most in her looks were the dozens of piercings of all sizes and shapes that punctured her face. Countless bracelets ringed around her ankles and forearms, and each toe or finger was bearing at least one ring. Her head was totally devoid of hair. Not even her eyebrows were allowed to carry any.

Only a few seats remained free, most next to overweight, sweaty red-necks who were eying at the young girl with sluggish stares. The young Black walked down the aisle, desperately looking for a seat that would not put her directly into the hands of a dirty pervert. As she arrived by Aurelia and asked whether the seat was still unoccupied, the young spy could not find the cruelty to reject her. But as soon as the new voyager sat down, Aurelia regretted it. She smelled as if she had not seen a bath for the past month.

“Hi, I’m Jane! I gotta go to Carrick City. And you?”

Aurelia forced a smile on her face in spite of the foul breath that had come out of her neighbour’s mouth. She could not allow herself to be picky.

“Hi, I’m Aurelia. I’m going there too. Never gone before. Do you?”

Jane’s barbell-covered lips thinned as she smiled. “Sure. I've been living there for three years. Working in a tattoo parlour.”

For the next couple of hours, the two girls chatted. Aurelia managed to gather as much information as she could from the girl, while trying to be evasive about her own projects. She mainly said that she was going there to find a job. In the middle of all Jane’s bratty speech, she collected some things that might prove useful later. At least it was a compensation for the atrocious smell that emanated from the young Black.

That’s how she learned that Carrick City was a smaller, dirty settlement at the threshold of the wasteland. With less than 150.000 citizens and a totally wrecked industrial district the town had no more opportunities for young people or investors. The government did its best to save the slowly retrograding community but their efforts finally turned the wrong way. After the legalisation of certain gambling and other controversial entertainments, the city started to collect law-abiding people from all over the country and in 10 years Carrick City was known as one a most dangerous place, offering special services to all individuals whose desires couldn’t have been fulfilled anywhere else. Unlike in Amsterdam or Las Vegas, the local security forces were unable to handle the situation and Carrick City became the paradise for fugitives and criminals who wanted to hide while having entertainment. Carrick City was crowded, dirty and full of narrow, sinister streets where hundreds of striptease bars, semi-legal casinos and illegal but publicly active brothels. The city attracted not only criminal minds but also lost souls who looked for their prosperity and hoped for a brighter future.

As they drove, the landscape became more and more desolated, turning slowly to a rocky desert, soiled with countless rusty car wrecks, old flat tires and bristling broken beer bottles. The heat began to soar outside, and as the bus air conditioning was broken, it got even hotter inside the vehicle. Everybody was soon sweating profusely.

During the night, Aurelia struggled to find a comfortable position to sleep, but she could not spread her legs and cramps kept waking her all along. The voyage seemed interminable, punctuated by stops every four hours. Aurelia was now disgusted by her own body odour. Her skin was greasy with sweat and her long curls stuck to her face and shoulders. At least, she was acquiring the right smell for her job.

\"Hey... Aurelia!\" Jane whispered. That was the last night on the bus and almost everybody was sleeping. A group of punk-looking guys were listening at their awful music in their headsets, loudly enough to create an almost unbearable background noise.

\"I can see how tired you are, especially the legs and feet of yours. Resting them in this tiny place for almost two days must be an inquisitional torture to them.\" she smiled. \"I told you that besides tattoo and piercing business I also do massages, my clients enjoy a bit of pleasure after I have punctured their body.\" Jane smiled even wider and gestured invitingly.

\"Come on, give me your peds, after twenty minutes of handiwork you will feel much comfortable, you won't regret it!\"

Aurelia tried to hide her disgust at the idea of the filthy girl touching her. She could hardly refuse this proposition though as she was probably herself quite filthy and smelly by now. She did not want to anger Jane, as she could need her help later. She forced a smile on her face and answered “Mmmh, why not? My feet and legs are aching.”

\"Mmmmhhhh... let's see what we have here...\" Jane murmured. She removed her finger rings and grabbed Aurelia's stinking toes. Jane's fingers were cold and strong, and within a minute Aurelia felt some real relief. The Black witch did her job well. She proved to be talented and experienced, teasing the sweat-covered toes and soles with expert hands. She pushed the right spots for easing the dumb pain and rolled her fingers over the tight tiny muscles to make them relaxed and refreshed. Progressively, her agile finger-pads moved from her toes to her soles, then to her ankles and from there began to move up her calves, kneading the tired muscles. After more massage, the Black girl's hands emboldened to move higher on the secret Agent's thighs. When they got too close to the crotch for Aurelia's comfort, she gently but firmly stopped them. Without saying a word, Jane moved back down the legs, continuing her languorous and relaxing massage. Without noticing it Aurelia drifted into sleep. Jane continued to massage her legs softly, looking how Aurelia's calm breathing was lifting her chest and pressing her nipples against her sweat-stained T-shirt.

When Aurelia woke up, almost six hours later, the sun was shining brightly. Her back was still against the window and her feet still in Jane's lap. The pierced girl was sleeping silently, her hands resting on her companion's legs. Aurelia carefully removed her feet from their nest and placed them back on the floor.

Chapter III – At the Pink Butterfly

After 12 hours of travel Aurelia had to smell the awful odour of unwashed bodies, and after 24 hours she felt like she was reeking herself. The bus finally arrived at Carrick City about noon and she got off; it felt like a true revival. She did her best to act like a helpless and doubtful runaway girl but in fact she was carefully analyzing the place. She said goodbye to Jane, who dropped a quick kiss onto her cheek - making Aurelia almost retch from the awful smell - and handed her a business-card with every possible contact information of her tattoo saloon. The bus station was a huge asphalt square, radiating heat like a brasier. The place was desert, except for a few bad-looking drunk men sprawled on the benches and two taxis.

Aurelia did not want to remain too long with such guys in her revealing outfit. Besides, she badly needed a shower and some rest. She waved to one of the taxi-drivers, a fat and sweaty man with a stained T-shirt, and within two minutes she was heading toward a nearby motel, which he had suggested to her. At the headquarters, Aurelia had learnt the map of the district and she knew that the motel was not too far from the bar she was ordered to attend. She asked the driver to give her a quick tour around the motel so Aurelia could take a look at the entrance of the \"Pink Butterfly Night Club\". It was located at the cross of a wider street and a narrow alley. The time was about noon and Aurelia noticed that all the streets were empty. Nobody could be seen around. From the cab, she could easily read the huge self-advertising bill above the entrance of the bar:

“Pink Butterfly! Hottest place ever! Our butterflies are all premium quality! Visit us! Open from dusk till dawn! Dancers are welcome. High salary, much fun!”

The motel was a dirty, two-level building about three kilometres away from the bar, with a small parking lot. When Aurelia entered the hall, a fat, smoking man looked at her from behind the reception desk.

\"Good day, sweetie! We have a fucking hot day, her?\"

“You betcha! I’m looking for a room. I’m expecting to stay here for some while.”

\"So you want a room... what an unexpected request in a motel.\" he laughed like a hoarse dog to his own joke.

\"You can have it. But! The price is 100$ per day and you also pay another 100$ for every... visitor. I believe it is correct.\"

“You don’t get me right. I’m not a whore. This room is only for sleeping.”

\"Come on, honey! Every girl here has some visitors. I know all the tricks, running this place for nearly eight years! I can also send you some guests as you don't have yet your own customers. The cab-drivers know my place very well.\"

“I told you I am not a whore. I’m a dancer! I’m not going to bring anybody in my room!”

\"Don't be stupid, sugar-cup! If you want to work on the streets that is much more dangerous! Hundreds of pimps are outside waiting for fresh meat, and once they find you on their territory, they won't be as gentle as me, you can bet! Those 100$ are not so much. In other places you might have to pay a higher price!\"

“Did I say I was going to work on the streets? Are you deaf or stupid? I am a DANCER! Now give me a room or I go to another place!”

\"Oh... as you want... if you really don't want to invite anybody to your room I might be really generous and give the room for 80$ per night. If you would be kind enough to me - you know what...\" the man blinked at Aurelia and licked his fat, ugly lips \" I would give you the room for 50$. I need only 30 minutes daily, that's all.\"

Aurelia lifted her eyes to the sky. She was not used to such behaviour, which was obviously attracted by her attire. She wondered if she should accept, to stick to her character. But she was not ready to go that far. Turning away towards the exit, she said over her shoulder “OK. I see you are really too dumb to understand. I’m going to the next Motel, bye!”

\"Okay, virtuous girl. But do not forget my friendly offer when you run out of money! Here, take it, room 27, my best room!\" he laughed again and dropped a key on the desk. \"I want to get paid three days in advance, so that will be 250$.\"

“In my books, three times 80$ makes 240$...?”

\"Wow, seems you have finished the elementary school! Okay, it's 240, enjoy your stay at Bob's Motel.\" He grinned like a rabid bulldog and scanned Aurelia's body up and down. Aurelia spun on her heels, offering the man a great sight of her barely-covered, firm butt, and left the reception.

She did not meet anybody while she climbed the stairs and found room 27. It was a medium-sized, dirty and even smelly dark room with only one large bed whose sheets were greyish, a wardrobe without doors and a small TV on a table. The bathroom was dirty with a shower and a flawed mirror. At least the water was warm. Five minutes had hardly passed when she heard something from the neighbour room: muffled talking and some low voice screaming.

\"Move your butt you disgusting slut! For my bucks I want a real fucking!\"

The rooms were not perfectly soundproof, but at least Aurelia had not the feeling she was sharing her bed with her neighbours.

Her first action was to take a shower, to wash herself from all the dirt and odours accumulated during the journey. Once she was clean again, she called the Pink Butterfly, whose number she had learned by heart.

“Hello, this is Aurelia Smith calling. I’ve just arrived in Carrick City and I’m looking for a job. I heard you were looking for strip-teasers. I am a dancer and that’s something I could do.”

She was talking to a man, whose voice was quite pleasant but Aurelia could figure out some hidden threat behind his tone. In a few minutes she had managed to get an interview for the early evening.. This left her with a few hours to spare, which she spent sleeping to recover from the journey.

One hour before the appointed time, she woke up. She was facing a dilemma now. To get the job she would have to wear the fish-net outfit, but she could not resolve herself to walk three kilometres in it. Nor was it suitable to call a taxi. Finally, she decided to carry the outfit and shoes in a small bag, while she would walk in more “decent” clothes.

The more decent clothes turned out to be a very short mini-skirt and something like a strip of red canvas wrapped around her chest, barely covering her breasts. This was even more revealing than her previous clothes, but she could not decide herself to put back on her sweat-soaked journey outfit.

Walking three kilometres in the high-heeled sandals was a torture to her feet and calves. And she had to endure cat-calls and slaps on the butt all along. She kept her mind focused on the mission to resist the urge to kick the nuts of all passers-by. Arriving at the bar, she was in sweat once again.

At the entrance of the 'Pink Butterfly' bar a very big, muscular guy was standing, wearing black jeans and a shirt, smoking his cigarette and moping on his own. Right before Aurelia two tourist men entered the door; the doorman opened it courteously without saying a word. When she approached the door, the guy raised his eyes and smiled like a bulldog.

\"Good evening, lady! How can I help you?\"

“I want to apply for a dancer’s job.”

\"I see. In that case enter the stage door right over the corner, the password is rainbow.\" he replied, pointing at the narrow alley. She was there in ten seconds, facing a closed and plain iron door. A few knocks later, the door opened and a blonde, handsome, body-builder lad stared at her. She identified the man as Billy, he was Trixie Wells' right hand.

“Hello, my name is Aurelia Smith and I would like to apply for a dancer position.”

\"Oh, come in, always good to greet new workmates. Dancers must sign in at the boss' office, you'll have your interview there. By the way, I believe you have perfect endowments for getting the job.\" he smiled brightly and blinked at Aurelia. \"Before I forget, I'm Billy.\"

Aurelia returned him the smile and said “nice to meet you Billy.”

\"Let me escort you there, the place is not an ancient labyrinth but some guests manage to go astray.\" He closed the door with a loud bang and led Aurelia through some narrow passages and stairs. Aurelia asked Billy for a one-second break and crossed directly to the ladies rooms to change into the fish-net suit and refresh herself before the interview.

\"Wow... you're amazing!\" whistled Billy when the girl finally left the ladies room in her new outfit. \"The boss will surely be satisfied!\"

They pushed a door with a name-plate saying 'Queen Trixie' and Aurelia found herself in a medium-sized room, looking like the office of a big company CEO. Right in front of Aurelia, a huge desk was standing with a monitor and a keyboard. Behind the desk, a woman she recognised as Trixie Wells was sitting in a huge, leather arm-chair. She was reading some papers together with another body-builder guy standing right beside her. Aurelia recognized him too: he was Jake, Trixie's other minion. Both of them looked up from their work.

'Ma'am, Jake, let me introduce you to our newest applicant, the glamorous Aurelia!\" Billy said, smiling wildly. Trixie dropped her pen and she looked at the girl with a stern expression.

„Hello! My name is Aurelia Smith. I called you earlier about a dancer job. Nice to meet you.” the secret Agent said.

Jake sidled to Billy and the two men started to whisper in low voices. Trixie nodded and flashed a short smile.

\"You are welcome, Aurelia, we've been waiting for you. I must tell you are a real surprise! You're gorgeous and you know that, don't you?\" she asked with a strange glimpse in her dark eyes.

„Why, thanks! I do my best to stay fit. It’s a good advantage in this kind of job” Aurelia jiggled.

\"Your type of girls shouldn't be so modest! You seem to be a natural-born star, Aurelia. And if you really want to be a star you came to the right place. But...\" she paused for a very long second and carefully inspected Aurelia's body again. \"...you're not a star yet. And you must prove to me you have all the necessary qualities. All qualities, which mean we're talking not only about some ass-wiggling dance around a shiny pole.\" Trixie smiled and hinted towards the guys. From the corner of her eyes Aurelia could see the disappointment on their faces as Jake and Billy shuffled toward the door with teasing slowness. When the men had finally left the room and had closed the door behind them, Trixie turned to Aurelia again.

\"In our small team of qualified dancers, some very womanlike skills are quite common. As we do not have dedicated staff for doing the make-ups the girls make it to each other. Of course a girl like you, a natural beauty with seemingly nice taste, surely knows the tricks and has experience, but this is a job interview and I must be sure that you’ll be able to join the team easily,\" Trixie explained while she walked around her desk and sat on its top right in front of Aurelia.

\"Your very first task is to show me your talent in treating my toes as they deserve,\" she continued while raising her legs and removing first her right then her left high-heels. Trixie was not wearing any stockings. Her legs were neatly shaved and her pretty feet were milky white, their nails yet unpainted. \"You'll find the nail kit in that box on your right. As I’m curious not only about your skills but also about your taste, I'm going to leave the colour to your choice. Come on, girl, slide closer and start working, we don’t have all the night.” Trixie smiled, wiggling her toes in front of Aurelia’s face.

Aurelia was not prepared for this kind of demand but she tried to do her best. She rummaged in the box and selected a bright red paint. Trixie’s feet were too low to allow her to paint her nails comfortably while standing and no chair was visible, apart from Trixie’s one, which she did not dare to use. Accordingly, she got on her knees in front of the table. She seized first the left foot in a firm hand and began to apply the red paint carefully. Although she was not used to this kind of exercise, her fingers were not trembling and her moves were precise. Once she had finished all the nails of the left foot, she blew softly on them to hasten the drying of the paint.

Aurelia could not ignore Trixie's low voice giggles when her fingers stroked the toes, nor could she ignore the woman's suppressed moan when her lips got closer to the milky white toes and her hot breath tickled them. Aurelia did not lift her eyes from her work but she was sure of that Trixie was enjoying every moment of the nail-painting. Once Aurelia was comfortable with the dryness of her painting, she repeated the operation on the right foot. Finally, she stood up and looked at Trixie, hoping she would be satisfied with her job.

\"Nice job, Aurelia... at this point I’m very satisfied\" Trixie murmured, smiling at the girl. Her stern face looked much more attractive in that way. She let her toes dangle freely as the freshly coated polish was drying. \"Now I want you to dance for me. At this point your future salary is 900$ per week, but you can still work it up higher. Much higher.\" Trixie pointed toward the empty place in the middle of the room with a shiny dancing pole going from the floor to the ceiling. With an expectant expression, she reached to her keyboard and pushed a button. A languorous melody immediately filled the room. \"It’s your turn again, dancer girl! Let me fall in love with you!\" Trixie blinked at Aurelia, it was obvious that she enjoyed the situation. Suppressed lust was burning in her dark eyes.

Aurelia was anxious now. She had never done this kind of work and had not had the time to train before this mission. Of course, she had already seen dancers in bars and she had had the time to gather some documentation on this topic during her short preparation, but it was all theoretical so far. Anyway, she was a quick-learner and most skills came to her very naturally.

She moved to the centre of the area and began to dance in rhythm with the music. She started with a soft, honest wiggling of her hips, trying to get into the mood while peering at Trixie’s face from behind her long eyelashes, trying to determine what her preference was. Trixie's face showed joy, she was obviously impressed by Aurelia's performance, she even licked her lips as she was staring at the girl's shapely bottom and long, lean legs. The nearly transparent fish-net outfit Aurelia was wearing was actually helping her to get into the role and was also enhancing her appearance. In such a cloth, even a clumsy dancer would have looked sexy. And she was far from being clumsy.

Her hip wiggling became more wanton and she began to undulate from toes to fingers, her proud breasts bouncing as she swung her torso and arched her back. Her head too was moving, sending her long hair flailing around her in wide arcs. As her moves became wilder, encouraged as she was by the expression of rapture she could see on Trixie’s face, she was glad she had trained a little bit with her high heels, as keeping her balance was getting more and more difficult. She used the pole to maintain her equilibrium, while rubbing her crotch up and down along it.

After 5 minutes of wild dancing, she was once again in sweat, her skin glistening in the low light. With her strength and combat training, she knew she could keep dancing like that for hours. At least if she had not been suffering from the severe arch of her soles imposed by the cruelly high heels. But by chance, Trixie stopped the music before the pain in her feet became visible.

\"My dearest Aurelia..\" Trixie whispered and she was unable to tear her eyes from Aurelia’s shapely legs. \"You are such a wonder. You are the greatest girl who entered this door lately. I am so heavenly happy to have you here... the job is already yours with a salary of 1400$ per week. You're a natural-born dancer, I haven't see anybody who could display her body in such an attractive way!\" she went into raptures over Aurelia's performance. \"The question is, if you want only a job or want to join this bar as a member of our happy family. I ask this not only because of the possible even higher salary but because of the opportunity to become not an employee but a friend of mine. My friends gain endless advantages, so take it under consideration, my love.\" Trixie told in a husky voice and while still sitting on the desk she reached under her skirt and started to peel off her panties. She let the black panties dangle from her freshly painted red toes and looked deep into Aurelia's eyes. \"You move like a panther, Aurelia, and cats love lapping milk. What about you? Do you like lapping too?\" Trixie asked and opened her legs displaying her shaved, white pubic mound towards the girl.

Aurelia gasped. This was more than she was ready for. Actually, this whole mission was proving one of the most difficult she had ever done. She had already assumed the role of a nuclear scientist, of an enemy military officer, she had fought in humid, mosquito-infested jungles and sizzling hot deserts, but none of these missions had been so mentally and morally difficult than this one. She considered her options for a moment, unable to detach her eyes from the moist, glistening crotch turned towards her. She was a straight heterosexual and the sheer idea of getting near to another woman’s sex was making her stomach to twist. No, she was not ready to go so far. Not if she could avoid it.

“I’m sorry Madam, but I don’t feel yet intimate enough to go so far. I hope you understand…”

Trixie's face turned stern in a moment. Real hatred flashed in her dark eyes. Her face became a marble poker-face, but her eyes clearly showed the anger building up in her mind.

\"Oh... sooo....\" Trixie hissed and jumped on her freshly coated feet, she returned behind her desk.

Aurelia’s face got pale. She had not expected so strong a reaction. She hoped she had not just ruined her mission.

\"I hope it won't last too long to feel intimate enough, Aurelia.\" she said in a chilly voice, and pushed a button. The door opened and the two guys peered inside before they walked in.

\"Aurelia... \" Trixie started \"Billy will show you the dressing room and you'll meet the other girls there. Billy will also advise your schedule on the stage for tonight.\" she said. As the girl turned to the man, Trixie produced a small weapon looking like a kind of pistol.

Aurelia had not been expecting Trixie’s tricky attack. The hypodermic syringe entered her arm from behind. With a loud hiss, a drug was injected into her blood-stream before Aurelia could react. She spun around her axis and almost leaped at the widely-grinding woman, but all strength left her legs within a moment. She turned giddy and tottered as her vision blurred. Although Aurelia fought against the drug, she was unable to stand and fell. Trixie caught her limp body and laid her smoothly on the floor. Aurelia tried to regain her strength but she had totally lost the control of her body. She could dimly realize that Trixie had knelt by her and was gently kissing her lips.

“Now the mission really begins”, Aurelia thought as she felt the drug instilling deeper and deeper into her nerves. She had not expected to be captured so early. She had not even had the time to send a message to her hierarchy. She wondered how long it would take them to notice her disappearance. Not that it mattered much. She was alone now and could count only on herself to get out of this self-armed trap. Her limbs were feeling heavier and heavier and even it was increasingly difficult to keep her eyelids open. She concentrated all her remaining lucidity to display a scared-to-death look on her face.

„Sleep my dear, save your strength for what is coming. I wish I could keep you here as my personal slave, I have never ever met a beauty like you. I’m afraid I’m in love. Unfortunately your market price is too high to waste such an opportunity, my love. And as I desperately need money, I don’t have any other choice but to make you my most valuable piece of merchandise. You’ve arrived at the right time; we will have our business meeting this evening with our partners. Oh darling, you should have arrived a few days earlier, just to give me time to play with you. What a pity...” Those were the last words Aurelia could hear before she finally lost consciousness and fell into a dreamless sleep.

Chapter IV - The warehouse

When Aurelia finally awoke, she felt as if she had been kicked in the head by a horse. She felt sick, her eyes were aching and for long minutes her senses were confused beyond the reception of any stimulus. Her whole body was numb and she was unable to open her eyes. At least five minutes passed on the edge of consciousness before she could assess her environment. She was in a huge and dirty warehouse that was filled with empty carton boxes and broken pallets all around. Dim lights created a sinister atmosphere.

The most shaking surprise was that Aurelia saw the warehouse from an inverted angle. As her senses were slowly regained she realised that she was hanging in a very unpleasant upside-down position. Another strange sensation hit her in the heart when she realised that she was not only hanging but totally immobilized, unable to move neither her arms nor her legs. She raised her head to have a look at her body and was horrified by the sight. She found herself stark naked (not even a single ring or any other piece of jewellery had been left on her), tied to a metal frame that looked like one of those rolling garment rack used in shops. Aurelia's legs were spread wide and tied to the upper corners of the frame. Black, riveted leather straps were holding her ankles and covered her heels like a stirrup and the straps were fixed to the frame by short metallic chains. Due to her widely spread legs, her most intimate organ had become a spectacle as she could not hide her crotch. Her arms were tied in a similar fashion to the lower corners, the riveted leather straps cruelly tightened around her wrists and hurting like hell. Her long fingers were already throbbing and bluish because of the reduced blood-supply. Aurelia was stretched in an extremely humiliating X position on a garment rack, her forehead was just above the lower part of the frame so that her long, red mane was sweeping the dirty floor at the tiniest neck movement.

Her whole weight was supported by the straps tightened around her ankles, causing a growing pain. Her body was fully stretched, leaving little room to move. Her muscular limbs were perfectly delineated in this position. Her crotch, which was completely offered to the view thanks to her thighs being so far apart, was showing a thin, neatly-trimmed line of red hair. Her breasts were generous and proudly standing on her chest. The stretched position made her belly stay sucked inwardly. She was stark naked like the day she was born, with the exception of the long, black-painted nails she wore on her toes and fingers.

She pulled tentatively on her legs and arms, testing the robustness of her restraints. They were no fake bond, obviously made to resist the strongest struggles. She examined the straps buckled around her wrists. This reminded her of the lengthy sessions she had passed with her trainer, a short, skinny, cruel Japanese man. He was a bit of a sadist and had obviously enjoyed putting her in stricter and stricter bondages. He never freed her himself. He was always careful to leave at least one weak point in his restraints and all she had to do was to find it. But sometimes it took her many hours. And once she had found it, it was still a long way to use it and unwrap herself out of the cruel posture he had imposed on her. She always got out of these sessions utterly exhausted, her skin criss-crossed with deep-impressed marks.

From simple rope bondage, he had escalated to leather straps and finally handcuffs and chains. She had to master lock-picking skills on a great variety of restraint systems, training to do it blind and one-handed. Those were the most difficult lessons: steel restraints were unyielding, biting into her very flesh, and she had to feel and pick locks for hours until she managed to open them. Beyond skills, he had taught her various tricks of the trade and improved the suppleness of her limbs and body, as well as her dexterity.

Although she was now in a sturdy bondage, her trained eyes had already found several weak points. She was sure she would be able to break free in a matter of a few minutes. But she did not even try. First, she had to make sure she had reached the final destination, where all the kidnappees were “processed”. Until then, she had to stay in her role of a helpless dancer.

Aurelia was lithe enough to turn her head around and scan the place. Three other frames were standing around and two of them were carrying their own piece of sexy, naked, young girl. One of them was very young, around twenty. She had long black hair and a very thin figure with small breasts; she was pretty but far from being as feminine as Aurelia. The other girl was a mellow Blonde; she could have been about twenty-five years old with a shapely body. The blonde girl was unconscious and hanging limp from her frame, but the dark-haired one was fully aware. Her terror-filled dark eyes were fluttering around, tears soaked her pretty face and she was whining in a low voice.

\"Someone help me... sob... ohh pleaseee... sob... I want to... sob... to go home...\"

Aurelia looked at her before addressing her. “Hey! I’m Aurelia! Where are we? What is this all about?”

\"Ohhh... my name is Nina. It's... strange situation... but nice to meet you.\" the dark haired beauty replied. Nina did not need to twist her body to see Aurelia as she was facing her. The girl was young and fresh and was terrified like never before in her life. Once Nina could talk to someone, especially to someone who was in the same situation as herself, she started to speak and speak, telling every detail of how she got to those dirty warehouses.

Nina was an experienced dancer who always wanted to be a ballet-dancer but she desperately needed the money to pay the training. Her parents were poor without qualification and without any bright future expectations so Nina had to collect the money herself if she wanted to make her dreams come true. She was 21 years old and she was brave as she undertook the risk of travelling to a distant city alone and earn money in a striptease bar. Aurelia learnt that Nina had given up her virtue in exchange for as much money as she could earn. She had sold herself to a woman called Trixie. Although Nina had always been a true heterosexual she had done everything Trixie asked for. She had spent more than two months at the Pink Butterfly as a drug-addict, sexually-exploited slut. Nina realized how low she had fallen into the world of depravity but after a week of continuous heroin usage, she had been unable to turn away and leave. Last evening, when Jake had shot her with the usual dose, she had lost her consciousness and awoke about half an hour earlier in this warehouse, facing Aurelia's shapely bottom.

Aurelia was horrified by this story. But at least she knew now that she was on the right track. She swore to put this odious human flesh traffic to a stop. She endeavoured to moan and complain as she had seen Nina to do.

Nina also introduced the still unconscious Blonde whose name was Renata. They had met on the bus headed toward Carrick City and they attended to the job in the Pink Butterfly together after a taxi driver suggested they give a try to that place. Renata had also arrived alone in the city, but, unlike Nina, she was escaping from her rich father's tyrannical orders. Renata was bored by her former life as daddy's little girl without any own will and real entertainment, so she ran away. Renata's adventure turned into a very sinister journey.

Suddenly the warehouse's door opened with a loud clang and the harsh lights of a car blinded the girls. Soon several figures unfolded from the curtain of light. Aurelia forced her neck backwards to see what was happening. Trixie walked between the tied girls wearing a black mini skirt and leather high-heel boots. Behind the woman, Jake and Billy dragged a crying human body. The body was clothed with dirty, very short hot pants and a denim sleeveless denim jacket. She was wearing slap-thongs on her otherwise naked feet. Both men were rough, Billy tossed the body onto the ground and Jake kicked it hard in the ribs making the unfortunate body to curl into a foetal position. Meanwhile Trixie stepped to Aurelia, wiggled her ass with a skittish movement before Aurelia's face. Trixie gently tapped Aurelia's uncovered crotched and inserted one black-painted finger into the bound Agent's displayed pussy.

\"Ooohhhhh... my sexiest dancer ever! I'm so sad I couldn't enjoy your cunt much much more!\" Trixie murmured as she licked Aurelia's juice from her finger.

“Please! Let me free!” begged Aurelia, pretending to be scared. “Why did you do that to me? Please, I swear I’ll tell nobody, but let me free! I’ll do whatever you want! But please remove those restraints, which are so cruel!”

\"Ssshhhh... I don't exactly know what is waiting for you, darling, but I believe you should get used to the feeling of being tied and used. Let's call this suspension a training for you.\" the woman grinned and tickled Aurelia's navel with her long finger before she turned around and slowly walked back to the body on the floor. As Aurelia's eyes got used to the harsh lights she could discover more and more details and with surprise she realised that the whining body was familiar. Jane, the stinking tattoo-maker girl was laying on the floor between the muscular men.

“Jane! Oh my dear! Why are you here?” She truly felt sorry for the poor black girl who was her only friendly contact in town. She wished she could help her, but to do it now would be useless.

Before the young girl could answer, another kick in her kidneys made her moans in agony and writhe on the cold, concrete ground.

\"How nice... the newcomer sluts know each other...\" Trixie said in a sarcastic voice. She turned to Jane and looked at her.

\"You disgusting Nigger!\" Trixie spat, \"I had told you to pay. Your promised money two weeks ago and you didn't pay. I have given you another week and you had me on again! You shit-eater freak! You buggered the wrong person around, bitch!\" Trixie hissed and she kicked hard Jane in the liver with her pointed toes, making Jane shriek out in pain.

\"I'LL PAY! I'LL PAY!\" the weltering girl shouted loud as she tried to cover her sensitive spots with her hands but the three ice-cold gangsters around her just laughed at her desperate struggles. Trixie landed another kick on her face and Jane spat out a broken tooth. Blood began to drool on her chin.

\"Oh you fucking, stinking damned witch! I'm tired of waiting and I hate it when Niggers play with my nerves. You've played your last card and lost! You owe me 5000$! That's too much, you will never pay if I don't take what's mine. So I decided to take your dirty, shitty Nigger body. I won't be able to sell you for five thousands, as low quality meat has no real value on the market. If I'm lucky I might get around three thousands for you, it's a loss but still the most rational decision, understood Nigger?\" Trixie asked as she stepped onto Jane's cheek pushing her head hard against the floor. The pointy heel of her boot cut the skin and made the poor woman bleed from another wound. Jane emitted a high-pitched whining but remained like frozen. Trixie checked her watch and nodded to her two men.

Jane writhed on the cold floor, her face crushed against the hard concrete. She was hurting from all the kicks she had received and did not dare to move, fearing to be beaten again.

\"It's almost time, guys! The collectors will be here in 20 minutes, time to display our merchandise!\" she said and walked outside while lighting a cigarette. Jake and Billy grabbed Jane and stripped her completely within a minute laughing and shouting all the time.

\"You stink like shit, m'am!\", \"What a waste to sell such a mermaid to the evil guys!\", \"Is this your natural colour or you missed every bath in the last twenty years?\", \"Don't struggle little one or I beat out your remaining teeth!\" the two men mocked the beaten black girl. Jane was soon totally naked, the men removed every ring and lace with rough movements before they stretched Jane onto the empty garment rack. When Jake strapped Jane's left ankle he cursed loudly and started to retch.

\"Jesus! The foot of this beast is fucking putrid! My God... she must have had an addle foot-bath!\" he grimaced, pinching his nose shut.

\"What should we do with these piercings, buddy? She is still full of metal.\" Billy asked as he tied a wrist strap roughly, cutting Jane's blood-stream and making the girl scream out loud.

\"Forget them, our time is short.\" Jake replied and launched a blow onto Jane's flat abdomen, the black girl moaned and puked onto the floor under her. \"Let's roll them out!\" he ordered and the guys started to roll the four women out of the warehouse.

Aurelia was horrified by the treatment they had inflicted to the poor Jane. She realised that she had been spared only because an untouched body was what made her valuable to them. If ever she lost that, she would be treated as the black girl had been. Being so powerless was scary and she fought the sudden urge to break free and abort her mission immediately.

The frames were rolled in front of the warehouse onto a large concrete place where a white, old Mercedes was parked. The dawn was near, a cool wind made the girls shiver. Trixie waited for them standing outside and grinned at Billy.

\"Wake up! sleeping beauty, they will be here in minutes.\" she ordered and Billy injected something into the blonde girl's tight. Renata woke up moaning and as she realised the situation she started to cry.

\"My God! Where am I? Madam Trixie... what are you doing? why am I tied to this... thing?\" she cried. Jane was sobbing in a low voice, Nina was silent but her glistening eyes and shaking body showed how terrified she was. Trixie blew out the smoke and with a single movement she snuffed her glowing cigarette on Renata's white sole. Painful screams filled the air and reverberated between the buildings.

\"Shut the fuck up! If I hear a single word I cut off your tongue, understood, cunt?\" Trixie asked and Renata proved to be clever, she remained silent.

\"M'am! The nigger cunt is still full of piercings and we have a full hand of cheap jewelleries.\" Billy asked and Trixie turned to him with a wicked grin on her face.

\"The collectors don't like the merchandise having any metal on them. Let's give them a surprise this time... remove every piercings and stuff them all into her ass together with the others. We'll see how they like metal INSIDE her.\" Trixie giggled, she was obviously having fun.

Billy approached the pitifully-begging Jane with pincers and with a long needle in his hands, knelt by her face.

\"Sssshhhh... baby! If you don't resist, we'll be ready in two minutes.\" He smiled as he started to work on Jane's facial piercings. He worked with sure hands, forcing the tiny metal rings open or simply tearing them out of Jane's skin and flesh if he could not find the joint. Piercings were removed from Jane's lips, tongue, nose, eyebrows and ears, from her navel, and six rings were removed from her fat labia. The poor Jane was moaning all the time and let out short screams when her piercings were torn out. Finally Billy was holding bloody metal trinkets in his hand.

\"Now stuff her, it's almost time!\" Trixie ordered as she lit another cigarette. She seemed to be nervous. Billy acted accordingly and roughly forced a rusty metal pipe found in the warehouse into Jane's ass. Jane screamed out in pain, the thick metal entered her convulsing body opening wounds around her sensitive sphincter. The tube was pushed deeper into her ass. A noisy, flatulent, disgusting sound vibrated out of the pipe as Jane could not suppress a loud fart to explode out of her stretched rectum.

\"God damn it!\" Billy yelled. \"More stink is coming out from this piece of garbage! What a messed up race she has! Fucking Niggers!\"

Billy poured the bloody trinkets into the tube with utter disgust and then the rings and bracelets followed.

\"Phuu... you shit... your ass stinks still... actually, you're but an enormous black ass.\" He spat as he yanked out the metal pipe, making Jane cry out hysterically. The tube fell on the floor with a loud clang. Renata and Nina burst into muffled sobs simultaneously. Trixie whinnied at them.

\"I told you to shut the fuck up, I don't need cry-babies! Oh... they're coming...\" she whispered as a huge, silvery truck drove towards them. Its headlights blinded everyone for long seconds.

***

Dhonko’s team was a good one; he was one of the most successful collector captains ever. The territory he covered was definitely a good one with several large cities and thousands of potential slaves, but the territory itself was not all. Dhonko also had systematically built a huge network with slave traders who supplied him with the best merchandise.

The name of his lorry was \"Babetrap\". In the back he had enough place to carry more than 20 slaves. He could keep them in cages, brand them, make the mandatory inspections for bugs and even had sufficient equipment to extirpate hidden chips from human bodies if professional agents tried to pierce the secrets of Dhonko’s Superiors. His team had three other members; he just called them \"White\", \"Nigger\" and \"Chinese\". Dhonko already had eight unfortunate slaves locked inside tiny cages in the back of the truck and he had one more stop before returning to the hidden airport.

Dhonko liked Carrick City. He got her best merchandise there. Ten slave traders were working for him here but he visited only one or two when he passed by Carrick. Dhonko drove the truck among the abandoned warehouses, somewhere in Carrick's old industrial district and he soon caught the small team of that cunt Trixie, with the hanging bodies of four new slaves. Dhonko was careful, as he knew that this meeting was going to be different than usual.

***

The big truck had stopped and its crew was soon standing in front of it, all four men. Two of them were Blacks, bald men, with the body of heavy-weight boxing champions, another was a war veteran, a white guy with scars on his face, and the last was a thin Asian man.

Aurelia pretended to be as afraid as the other girls, but she was actually committing to her formidable memory the faces of the four men. Her visual memory combined to her artist skills would allow her to draw a photograph-like portrait if needed. This was the kind of ability she had trained and which had already allowed her to succeed in former missions.

\"Hi Dhonko...\" Trixie welcomed the newcomers. Her voice was unusually thin and she was seemingly nervous. \"I’m glad you’re back again... I have some very special merchandise today.\" she said, pointing at the girls. One of the black men stepped closer and without saying a word he walked around the silent, terrified girls. He had the rough face of a bull-dog, wide cheeks and predatory teeth.

„This is Nina.” Trixie said as she followed him. \"She is a very fine quality... young and pretty... and a professional dancer. Her price is 40.000$\" Trixie sputtered. Nina started to sob again when the huge black man paddled her firm thighs.

\"She is Renata. High class slut too, but she is older and not as pretty. I want.... ask 30.000$ for her. Here is Jane... let’s say... she is an accident but you might find some use for her. I give her away for 5.000$. Ohhh... and this one is the best that I, and I guess you, have ever had, Dhonko! Her name is Aurelia, a special one! Full-blooded sex-bomb with a perfect body. If you want her, you have to pay much more than usual!\" Trixie said, trying to look confident, although her slightly trembling voice was betraying her. Dhonko peered at Aurelia’s body for a minute or so then knelt down. He grabbed Aurelia’s hair and lifted her face until it was only 30 centimetres from his. He looked deep into her eyes with his chilling, pale stare.

Aurelia moaned as he yanked on her scalp and feigned to be scared, while photographing the man’s face, along with the name Trixie had used to greet him. He was obviously the chief of the collecting team, and the second link in the chain she was trying to untangle.

\"This one has some willpower!\" he said, speaking for the first time. \"Are you brave enough, little one, to say something?\" he asked, his voice was like the growl of a grizzly.

\"Please!\" she answered in a trembling voice, \"This is all a terrible mistake! I just want to be a dancer! Please, release me. I swear I’ll not tell anything to anyone!\" she whined.

The man simply spat into Aurelia's face covering her nostrils and eyes with his slimy, thick saliva. She felt her stomach heaving as the thick stuff landed on her face. She shook her head, but the foul juice stuck to her skin, forming bubbles under her nostrils whenever she breathed out. She blinked her eyes several times, until she managed to clear her vision, but her face remained soiled with yellowish streaks.

\"A very nice voice you have. I assume your screams are more like singing for a guy like me.\" he said and then he laughed, but his voice would have terrified even the most experienced war veterans. He stood up and rested his hairy arm on Aurelia's crotch, between her widely-spread legs.

\"You forgot something, Trixie!\" Dhonko said as he turned his head to the nervously waiting woman. \"You forgot to tell me the prize for yourself...\" he added staring at Trixie, who stood there frozen for long seconds.

\"I...\" she gasped \"I'm afraid I misheard something...\" Trixie replied. Her voice was weak and she started to tremble. Dhonko grinned at her.

\"I take you too, Queen Trixie.\" he declared, his voice was mocking but still cold. Jake reacted first and reached for his gun but Dhonko's guys were far faster. Within a flashing second, one gun had shot a bullet and Jake started to shout like a madman. The Asian guy had shot through his right wrist, his gun fell onto the ground and Jake was whining on his knees holding his bleeding wrist with his other hand.

Billy proved to be much clever; he simply raised his hands and did not attempt to reach his revolver as the two guns of the other men were aimed at him. Trixie, however, froze totally and she was unable to move or say anything; she just stood there trembling with wide open, fear-filled eyes.

Aurelia looked at what was happening with heightened interest. This was obviously unexpected. She tried to keep her attention focused in spite of the headache that was slowly growing due to the blood accumulating in her head. Her face was getting puffy and red and her ears were beginning to buzz.

\"Silly boy.\" Dhonko said, facing the terrified Trixie as he pushed a thumb against Aurelia's anus, his booted shin was right in front of Aurelia's face.

Aurelia jumped at the intimate touch. She jerked her hips but was helpless to evade the probing finger.

\"You lost your reputation and reliability, Trixie! The cops know about you and your connection to us. In the last shipment one of the cunts was a fucking spy.\" he said as he pushed his thumb stronger, forcing Aurelia's sphincter muscle to open. Aurelie grunted, both from the light pain in her anus and the information she had just grasped. Maybe she was going to learn what had happened to the poor Jessica.

\"She was not a simple spy, Trixie. She was a fucking high-tech agent equipped with mini computers built in her body.\" he pushed her thumb deeper forcing his finger in the girl's body. Aurelia gasped and gritted her teeth.

\"You're monitored, you stupid cunt. You are of no use for me anymore, so I decided to close this channel.\" he said staring at Trixie who was standing totally annihilated. The thumb started to form little circles in Aurelia's ass, still only the nail was inside.

\"And I don't want to leave any track behind. So we're taking you with us,\" he finished as he removed his thumb from the girl's body.

Aurelia let out a short moan. She was following right on Jessica’s steps and was hoping to find the girl soon. But she was also conscious that, with Trixie’s kidnapping, there would be no track leading to her anymore. Finding her and Jessica was going to be much more difficult by now. But as she was carrying no high-tech devices, she was confident she would go undetected until it was time for her to break free and call the wrath of CIA onto the heads of these slavers.

Trixie finally found her voice and started to sputter in a quite unwomanly style.

\"You stupid Nigger!\" she squawked \"you've shot my man! You'll pay for that and for threatening me!\"

Dhonko stepped to Trixie, his face showed sudden anger. He grabbed the woman's neck and squeezed it, Trixie's hysterical voice turned to wet gasps for air. Dhonko raised the woman into the air by her milky-white neck, the muscles tightened under his skin. Trixie desperately grabbed Dhonko's thick arm and sank her black nails into his flesh, but her struggle was only a futile attempt to free herself. He had an amazing strength; Trixie was at least 60 kilograms. Dhonko drew the kicking woman where Jake was whining on his knees and simply dropped Trixie on the ground. Trixie fell on the floor and was fighting for air, grabbing her own throat. Her face was red and she coughed again and again spitting thick saliva onto her chin.

\"You've made a serious mistake, cunt.\" Dhonko said in a low voice and hinted to his men. \"My slaves aren't allowed to talk if not asked, not allowed to use bad speech on me. Secure the blonde faggot and make this bloody mess stand for a short game!\" he ordered. The Asian guy stepped behind the nervously standing Billy and with a single blow onto his nape knocked him out. The other men grabbed Jake and forced him to his feet, twisting his arms behind his back.

\"No, Trixie, as he's your man as you stated I want you to make him cum with your hand! No more mistakes, Trixie, or you'll be dead meat very soon!\" Dhonko said as he yanked Trixie into a kneeling position by her dark hair. He also brought out a large pistol from his belt and pushed it against her temple.

\"Jerk him off, now! Dhonko said and the still gasping Trixie followed the order as if she was in some kind of hypnotic trance. She reached for Jake's jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down his undies until the little, limp cock became visible. Trixie grabbed the small meat shrimp between her thumb and index and started to jerk it, her eyes were red and tears formed in their corners. Despite his agonizing pain in his shot wrist Jake's cock started to grow and the guy stared at Trixie's black painted fingers like he was seeing a ghost. Within a minute Jake was rock hard displaying his 18-centimetres-long cock to everyone around, and Trixie moved both hands up and down as she pumped. Not another minute had passed when Jake’s grunts became audible and he shot his load directly onto Trixie's shoulders as the women turned her head sideward at the last second.

Dhonko cocked his gun and handed a knife to Trixie.

\"Cut it off! At the base. If you don't start in three seconds I pull the trigger,\" he grinned and started to count. \"One... two...\"

Trixie couldn't believe what was happening, but the rough power demonstration she had just suffered made her obedient and selfish. As Dhonko counted two she pulled out Jake's cock with one hand and with a powerful strike she sliced into the living meat.

Jake's scream was very girlish and high-pitched and he struggled against the men but they held him very stable. Blood started to pour from the horrible wound bathing Trixie's hand and even her face, but she went on with her terrible task. She sawed with machine-like effort, cut through muscles and tissues until the big piece of body meat fell onto the ground. Jake was still screaming but Dhonko raised his gun to his head and with a single shot blew his head off. The other black and the white men of his must have known Dhonko's tricks as they let free the screaming Jake in the last moment and jumped away avoiding the risk of being shot. Jake's corpse fell backward with a loud thump, Renata, Nina and Jane started to babble after a long, totally silent second.

Aurelia too was shocked by so much violence and cruelty. She imitated the babble of her fellow prisoners, but internally she was shaken too. She was now beginning to fear Jessica might be dead, and she would herself have to be very careful. She was now convinced the least mistake could be fatal.

\"Now Trixie, as you have such a dirty mouth let me teach you how not to impress your owners!\" Dhonko burst into laughter and turned to the Asian man.

\"Stuff that shit into her mouth, sealed. And prepare her for being taken.\" he ordered. The words were strange and no one could realize what was the meaning of them, except Dhonko's minions. The Asian man cuffed Trixie's wrists behind her back, the woman forbored the rough treatment without hesitation. She was shocked like never before in her life. The Asian raised Jake's bloody cock from the ground, grabbed Trixie's jaw and forced her mouth open with a special technique, and he stuffed the meat into her oral cavity. That was when Trixie started to fight again, but Dhonko stepped to her and pasted her mouth with a wide and strong industrial duct tape, sealing her mouth totally. Trixie retched and her face turned pale, wet grunting could be heard as she vomited... through her nostrils.

Aurelia turned her face away and resisted the urge to puke, so disgusting a sight that was. She imagined herself in Trixie’s stead, her mouth filled with a warm, dirty, bloody and juicing dead cock. As wicked as Trixie was, she did not deserve so cruel a treatment. Nobody deserved it.

\"Nasty cunt.\" Dhonko said as he grabbed Trixies's jaw, turning her head towards him.

\"Dirty mouth called me nigger. Stupid cunt won't never ever do that. This will teach you.\" he was smiling wickedly.

\"Okay men, the show is over. Roll the meat onto the truck for inspection. Chinese! Take care of stupid cunt and bring her when she is ready!\" he ordered.

White and Nigger stepped to Jane's and Aurelia's frame first and wheeled them towards the back of the silver truck. The ramp opened automatically forming a bridge to the rear of the lorry. Aurelia was wheeled in first and just before Jane. Dhonko followed them with heavy steps. They couldn't see the first half of the truck as a metal shiny wall parted the box somewhere in the middle with a huge, closed door through it. In their half several tools were hanging from the wall. Aurelia recognized a full set of knives and scalpels, cuffs and chains, sinister hafted irons, dozens of different-sized boxes with labels like \"medkit\", \"piercings\", \"tattoo maker\". Three huge bottles with long plastic tubes were rowed along the wall bearing labels on them \"Oxygen\", \"Gas\" and \"Nitrous oxide\". On a small table, half a dozen of smaller equipment were placed, all of them had electronic displays. She also saw small cages stacked along the wall and vertically standing flat devices with several holes, looking like some kind of modern stocks.

White took one of the electronic tools in his hand and switched it on, small green numbers and a tiny picture appeared on the display. He stepped to Aurelia and held the tool to her left sole. With precise movements he moved the tool along her sole and toes, around her ankles and down her leg. He scanned her full body not missing a single spot, which took him only 2 minutes or so.

Aurelia clenched her teeth as her body was searched, as the man did not resist the temptation to touch her body with his free hand. She was glad she had not hidden anything inside her.

\"She seems to be clean, I've found no metal inside her!\" he reported to Dhonko and the Black leader nodded. White replaced the tool with another one and repeated the process. He examined the data shown on the display for long seconds before he turned to Dhonko.

\"This beauty is totally clean, boss! I haven't found any ceramic implant nor unusual electric radiation in her. No bugs or chips or anything. I must say she is in perfect shape, not even a single disorder in her electro-magnetic aura. She is healthy and ready to stand whatever is waiting for her.\" he grinned.

White took the first tool again and stepped to Jane. He started to scan her and when he reached her abdomen the tool started to beep loudly.

\"Look at this, dozens of identical metal content inside her... I guess they're inside the rear section of her rectum.\" White said.

\"Th... they are just my... my rings!\" Jane squeaked in horrible fear. \"Trixie... she poured them inside my ass!\"

Dhonko and his minions bursted into laughter.

\"Wow... Stupid Cunt seems like my kind of woman!\" Dhonko roared. White scanned Jane's remaining body parts and the tool started to peep again at her left hand.

\"Please...\" Jane cried and she was shaking from fear, she was near hysterical. \"I have a platinum plantation; I had an accident 5 years ago!\"

White repeated the process with the other tool but he found nothing else.

\"So we have rings in her ass and something in her hand...\" White summarized the result of the scanning.

\"Okay, guys, remove her from this thing and prepare her for cleaning.\" he said, and within a minute Jane found herself freed from the frame but laying on her back. Her bottom was raised in the air, her legs were forced downwards until her knees touched the floor right by her ears, Nigger stood onto her shins causing severe pain with his heavyweight body, the poor black girl gasped for air and her face contorted into a suffering mask. Her wrists were forced between her legs and pulled upwards before they were cuffed, making her place the clenching fists onto her own pussy.

\"Remove the beauty, I have a task for her.\" Dhonko ordered and White started to release Aurelia from her uncomfortable position. He uncuffed the wrists first then one leg, and Aurelia found herself hanging by one ankle. Dhonko cocked his gun and aimed at the girl before White uncuffed Aurelia's other ankle too.

The girl was gritting her teeth as her whole weight was hanging from her ankle. Suddenly, she fell on the floor. She had been expecting this and she managed to absorb the impact with her arms and rolled graciously to land squatting on her feet. The metallic floor was cold under her bare feet. She did not move farther as the gun was just inches from her face. While her face was a vivid mask of pain, her brain was registering everything she saw in the truck. She also automatically found three ways that would allow her to kill or critically cripple the men manhandling her. It was yet too early to attack though. Instead, she rubbed her sore wrists, which were bruised by red marks where the cuffs had bitten in her skin.

\"Okay... you.. Arela or whatever... you know already I'm not a funny guy and pull the trigger very easily. Follow my orders letter by letter or else...\" he imitated a headshot with his free hand.

\"Now step to the black, smelly bitch. We prepared her for you so you have easy access... I want you to mine out those rings using your hands and nothing else! I fucking don't mind if you have to fist her up to your elbows but I want ALL rings removed. If the next scan shows a single metal in her ass I will make you eat your own ears for sure! Understood?\"

Aurelia was shocked. This was awful. This would inflict so much pain to the poor Jane, and from her point of view it was also disgusting. But she had no choice but to comply. With a disgusted look on her face, she nodded to the White man.

Jane was in total panic and tried to struggle, but Nigger's weight immobilized her totally. She was whining continuously in a high-pitched voice and she let out a loud fart that made the men laugh. Jane's puckered asshole was bloody from the scratches caused by the rusty iron pipe; the shit mixed with blood formed the most disgusting sight ever.

As she came closer to Jane, the stench overwhelmed the poor Aurelia and she had to fight the urge to puke. She was looking at the small, dirty hole through which she had to push her hand. It seemed impossible. She felt the cold barrel of the gun brutally shoved against her kidneys.

“Faster, bitch! We don’t have all night!” a rough voice ordered.

Taking a deep breath, she squeezed together the fingers of her right hand, forming a cone as narrow as she could do it. She pressed the tip of her medium finger against the filthy entrance and began to push down. She strived to avoid any damage that her long, black fingernails could cause, and finally managed to drive the nails inside without making any additional wound. The first three fingers penetrated relatively easily, as the sphincter was still tenderised from its previous ordeal, but then Aurelia’s hand seemed to be stopped. It seemed to her that pushing further would tear Jane’s hole apart. The pressure of the gun against her back was there to remind her that she had no choice. She grunted a “sorry, Jane” before putting more weight on her right arm. As she forced her hand deeper, she also twisted it a little to ease the passage.

Jane’s sphincter was slowly pried wider as Aurelia’s knuckles penetrated one by one inside her. The poor Black girl was trembling and jerking with all her might, and the Black man had difficulty to keep her still. She was also screaming to the top of her lungs and her cries echoed through the truck. The Black grabbed a dirty piece of cloth, covered with black motor oil and stuffed it into the thrashing girl’s mouth. In spite of this gag, Jane kept squirming and mumbling powerfully as Aurelia continued her procedure.

After long minutes of shoving and pushing and turning and twisting, the young spy girl suddenly felt her hand being sucked into her victim's rectum. Her whole hand was swallowed up to the wrist. The warmth, moist, wet sensation it procured her made her retch. Her belly heaved and she had to steady herself against the table. She was livid. In the meantime, Jane’s body was bulging with knotted muscles and tendons as she fought spastically against the painful intrusion into her bowels.

Aurelia took a deep breath and then began to explore the rectum, collecting the cheap jewellery that had been concealed there. With each twist of her hand, some liquid shit oozed around her wrist and a fart was expulsed, adding to the shaking spy’s trouble. Not wanting to have to come back, she explored carefully the rectum, sinking her fingers as far as she dared to, shutting her mind to the muffled howls of the Black tattooer. Sometimes Aurelia's nails scratched along the inner wall of Jane's wet rectum and the poor girl emitted horrible muffled screams, but for Jane's fortune Aurelia managed to reduce those accidents to a minimum.

Finally, she pulled her fist full of rings and barbells out of the fetid pot, eliciting renewed shrieks of agony. Her hand came out with a hideous slurping sound accompanied by a boisterous and putrid fart. The anus remained wide open. Disgusted, Aurelia dropped the content of her palm on the table and turned away to resist the urge to vomit. Her hand was covered with excrement.

\"Well done, bitch!\" Dhonko rattled in obvious excitement, Aurelia couldn't see but somehow she felt how the black slaver massaged his bulging cock.

\"White! Check her guts for more jewels... and you, Beauty Bitch, pray that she is empty...\" he said and White switched on the scanner again. He held it against Jane's ass... and the beeping sound failed.

\"Good job, Beauty Bitch! I appoint you as my court ass fister!\" he laughed and his men laughed with him. \"Time to secure her for travel. Take her into the feeder cage!\" Dhonko ordered to White who pushed his own gun against Aurelia's nape.

Aurelia was looking around for something to wash her right hand and forearm, which were covered in excrements and stinking horribly. “Please, may I wash my hands?” she asked in a meek voice.

\"Shut the fuck up!\" White grunted. \"This is not a fucking wellness tour, Bitch! You messed your hands, now you bear the consequences.\" he finished. \"Ladies first.\" he said and drove Aurelia toward the cages stacked at the back of the truck. Meanwhile Dhonko changed the gun for an evil looking long-bladed knife and turned to Jane.

\"So smelly Nigga'... you declared having a platinum in your hand. I'm a believer and would really like to believe you too... but unfortunately I have my very specific orders which force me to check EVERY suspicious material in our slaves body. If it's really a plantation we'll be over soon... but if you lied to me...\" Dhonko said and approached Jane with the glistening razor. Scary thoughts came to Aurelia's mind about Jessica. For a high risk mission an agent could have received three or four different types of chips. She knew exactly the usual places where the agency's chips were implanted. Under the nails (fingers or big-toes) right at the root, into any tooth, under the navel or built into the nose bridge.

As the continuous pain eased, Jane managed to spit out the dirty rag and she started to beg loudly, she was staring at the blade and was trembling.

\"No.... no... please... nooo... my god.... ohh nooo... Aurelia! Aurelia please help me!!! Help me!!!\" she screamed, her terror-filled voice echoed against the bulkheads.

Aurelia felt her heart breaking at these pleadings. “Listen, I know her. She is no spy. How could she be? Just look at her!”. But she did not dare move to help her, even if she would have stood good chances of success. She could not ruin her mission right now.

Dhonko stared at Aurelia and spat.

\"Who dared to give you permission to talk? White! Treat her as ordered, I will handle her prolixity later!\" Dhonko said before turning back to Jane. White kept pushing Aurelia forward and whispered into her ear.

\"You dancer cunts are all so dumb! Never know when to talk and when to swallow. How could you know if she's a spy? Being a spy means you're fucking hiding your true nature. I'm afraid you will regret it a hundred times for being so clever.\"

Dhonko grabbed Jane's clawing, long-nailed hands, Jane's relatively large hands were totally secured by his big fist. He forced the top of her left hand upwards.

\"Sssssshhhhhh... stinky nigga'... we'll be over soon.\" he grinned with burning sadistic lust in his eyes and cut into the flesh of Jane's hand. Thrilling screams filled the air, Jane's hand started to bleed, dark red blood poured over her fingers and fell onto her pussy and abdomen. Dhonko made a long cut, deep enough to turn the flesh out, slicing through flesh, tendons and veins. Jane's eyes were bulging from their sockets as her powerful screams shook the air, her trashing were so wild that Nigger almost lost his balance. Dhonko dropped the knife and grabbed the edge's of the wound with naked fingers, he forced the flesh apart opening a wide, deep slit. He bent closer and examined the whitish, blood covered material unfolded.

\"Shit... this is really platinum...\" he spat into the wound and he released Jane's hand. \"I thought we might have found another fucking spy or something...\" he seemed quite disappointed. \"We had such great fun last time.\" he told himself as he took a small device similar to a soldering iron and switched it on. The pointed tip of the tool soon became red hot, and Dhonko started to burn and cauterize the wound he had just cut. The screams emitted from Jane's gaping mouth were beyond sanity, the poor girl thrashed her head from side to side and finally she bit deep into her own shin just above her ankle. The awful smell of burnt human flesh filled the truck and Jane even pissed herself. Actually she let out a strong stream of yellow urine splashing her own and Dhonko's hands, the piss evaporated as it touched the hot tip of the tool. Suddenly she stopped screaming and went limp; the heavily tortured girl had lost consciousness.

\"Fuck you, Stinky Nigga, what a weak specimen you are!\" Dhonko chafed and finished the treatment of Jane's hand.

Meanwhile White led Aurelia to the backside of the section and pointed to a single, metal cage on the floor. The cage was very small, forming a perfect cube. Thick metal rods formed the edges of all six sides and two thicker rods crossed them diagonally, excluding the top one. Between the thick rods thinner and serried rods created a web-like formation. All rods seemed heavy, were precisely welted and the whole cage looked like a box for securing wild and strong animals. The top slab had a big hole and two smaller holes, all three holes weren't centred but close to an edge. The holes were made of the thicker rods and were held in place by several other tubes, the web on the top was even more serried as on the other sides.

\"Okay, Bitch, open the top slab and climb in!\" White ordered. \"Kneeling position. I want you to close the top with your head and hands out of the cage through the holes.\"

Aurelia looked at the tiny cage with doubt. It seemed much too small to accommodate her strong, tall body. “I’ll never fit into it!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, you will. And if you don’t, I’ll break your bones until you do!” threatened the man.

The young spy opened the spider-web-like lid and stepped in. The steel bars were cold under her soles. Carefully, she tried to kneel inside the cage. Supporting her weight with her hands clasped on the upper edges, she pressed her soles flat against the back slap. Then, by spreading her knees wide, she managed to wedge them into the corners of the cage. She then lowered herself slowly, until her knees rested on the bottom. Her legs were kept completely immobile by the sheer tightness of the box. Then, she sat her butt on her heels and tried to lower her torso, while keeping her head and hands protruding from the holes. The lid was resting against her back as she tried to press her proud breasts more firmly into her thighs.

There were still five centimetres between the lid and the box edge when suddenly White sat on the top of the box. Aurelia felt herself folded in two, her breasts squeezed against her thighs, her back crushed against the lid bar-web. Her head and hands were protruding out of the box, as wide apart as the object permitted. She could not even touch her own face anymore. The man bounced his butt a few times and then padlocked the cage shut. He then grabbed Aurelia’s hair and pulled it out of the neck hole, splaying it over the cage lid.

The poor girl felt completely encased, immobilised, cramped in the tight, cold space. Her toes and knees were wedged against the inner edge of the cage, her breathing was contrived by the tightness of the box. After but a few seconds, she was already feeling cramps building in her muscles. She contorted her neck, trying to look at the guy sitting on her box, a mask of fear and anguish painted on her face.

“Please! I can’t stay in here! It’s too small! How long are you going to keep me like this?”

\"Ohhh you dumb cunt...\" White groaned. \"Did I or didn't I say to shut up, eh? Whatever... you will stay here long enough to get used to your cage.\" he laughed. The encagement was not over, White left the cage and soon returned with thin noose-like chains. One noose was placed around Aurelia’s left wrist. The diameter of the noose could be changed by pulling three individual laces and it was soon firmly slicked around the girl's delicate wrist. It was tight enough to keep her hands from sliding out, but did not cut her circulation. With tiny locking mechanisms, White attached the three ends to the ring through which Aurelia's hand was placed. That securing totally locked her wrist in place, didn't give her the slightest chance to pull her hands inside the cage. He repeated the process with the right wrist, his face contorted in disgust when he had to touch the excrement covered skin.

\"Now, you're almost ready for the trip of your life, Bitch!\" White tapped Aurelia's cheek and left her alone.

After the first minute the worst sensation was the tension in Aurelia's neck, as she had to pull her neck backwards in her uncomfortable position. When she let her neck forward and rested it against the iron ring the tension eased but the cold metal hurt her larynx.

She was soon moaning softly as she tried to move and shift her weight. Her shins rested directly on the bottom bars of the cage, supporting her full weight. The steel spider web was digging into the thin layer of muscle and skin and pressing on her very bones. After but a few minutes, the pain had already built to a high level. As her legs were wedged inside the cage, she could not shift them laterally. All she could do was to try and lift her shins off the floor by pushing on her toes. However, there was so little room in the cage that she had to lift her whole body to do so. Her feet and toes could not hold that position more than a few dozens of seconds and she had to land back on her sore shins. This moved her body by only a couple of centimetres but this was still putting a lot of strain on her feet and leg muscles, inducing her to sweat profusely. Beads of perspiration were rolling down her spine, between her flattened breasts and through every fold of her tightly packed body.

She pulled tentatively on her hands but she had to admit she was restrained in an almost inescapable position. The tiny chains would be particularly difficult to deal with if she would have to. But she was not planning to escape before having reached their destination and learned more about the slavers’ organisation.

The unconscious Jane was tossed aside and the men started to roll in the girls left outside with Chinese. Nina arrived first, she was removed from the frame and scanned just as Renata five minutes later. Both girls proved to be clean. White and Nigger drove them to the section of the truck where Aurelia was suffering, and forced them into identical cages. Both girls were sobbing continually during the scanning but none of them dared to say or ask anything. The encagement of Nina happened very smoothly, although she was tall she was also very thin and lithe and had small breasts, she fit into the cage much more easily than Aurelia. Nina's cage was padlocked and her wrists were secured with the laces. Renata's encagement was far more terrific. Renata was mellower and her joints proved to be less flexible than her fellows sufferers'. She stepped into the cage with trembling legs and even kneeling down caused her troubles.

\"Ohhhh.... hurt... my kneeees hurt... please Mister!\" she whined though all she felt was the rod against her knee-caps.

\"Such a low pain-threshold.\" White said with disdain. \"I'm afraid you won't last too long...\" he finished and slapped Renata's face hard. Nigger helped him to push Renata's body down forcing her to curve into the pressed position. Renata was babbling loudly and even fought against the men but she had no chance of raising out of the cage. Her head was yanked through the big hole by her blonde hair, she was screaming with a wide open mouth. Her body was covered with sweat and her eyes were wild with loathing.

\"NOOOOOO!!! NOOOOO!!! I HAVE CLAUSTROPHOBIA!!! DON'T SHUT MEE!!!\" she screamed and screamed hysterically. Her hands were also pulled through the holes and secured with the laces. Finally White gagged Renata with his palm changing her screams into muffled groans.

\"Option one. You let out another scream and I cut off your tongue. I will enjoy it a lot. Option two. You're allowed to cry, to moan or whatever you want, but I fucking don't want to hear anything loud. Blink if you got it.\" he said in a sinister tone and Renata blinked. When White let her mouth free she really stopped screaming but her pain-contorted face showed clearly how heavily she was suffering.

The naked body of the unconscious Billy was dragged into the truck and he was scanned before being forced into a similar cage the women had, although that cage was clearly larger, the muscled man body naturally needed more space. He was totally limp and the men could easily lock him without any problem. Finally Chinese arrived with the totally naked and still gagged Trixie, the woman walked slowly and she was obviously still in shock. Trixie was scanned too and was placed into her cage. She was very tall but relatively thin, she didn't resist as the lid was padlocked and her hands were secured.

All five cages were dragged into a line, all prisoners facing the same direction toward the rear of the truck. Two men were needed for dragging the cages into position, as they were heavy even without the bodies inside. White lifted Jane from the floor and he injected something into her arm, the black girl soon regained her consciousness and started to scream till White punched her in the guts. Jane was forced to stand in front of the unfortunate prisoners, her back to them. Her asshole was still half-way open and blood mixed with shit was oozing slowly from the terribly stretched hole. Jane's legs were trembling and she was whining in a low voice, her pitiful voice harmonized with Renata's moaning.

Dhonko and his men lined up before the prisoners and the boss started to talk.

\"Ladies!\" he said, and as Billy was still unconscious it was a correct salutation. \"The preparations are almost over. From now you're the property of the Government of Ashagen. You will be marked as Slaves of Ashagen. You will live and die in Ashagen. And as long as you live you will suffer in Ashagen. You will learn more details soon, but first we're going to mark you and implant you.\" He showed a very small, flat device around what was as small as a small toenail. \"This microchip localizes your position anytime and everywhere, so your chance for escape is zero dot zero. We implant these chips into the slaves' maxillary sinus. Safe place and zero chance for destroying the chips without killing the slaves. Dead slaves don't escape so they don't need chips. Clever system, don't you think? Whatever, all slaves in Ashagen are marked on their forehead. On the forehead, because that's the most visible body part and generally no one destroys their slaves forehead without killing it, so that's a good place for creating permanent marks. When we are over with the marking and the implanting you will be true slaves of Ashagen.\" he finished and nodded to Chinese.

Aurelia, in spite of the pain caused by her situation, was listening intently to what was being said. Any bit of information could prove useful eventually. Ashagen: this name reminded her of some place in Sweden, but it was not a sovereign country. Was their final destination in Scandinavia anyway? She would have to gather more clues before deciding.

The prospect of getting permanently marked on her face was scary. She was not expecting something like that. Still, she was confident her government had means of removing any tattoo or chip those bastards were going to put on her.

The Asian man removed a pencil-like device from a bag hanging from the wall. He stepped to the caged females and showed them how the inner telescopic stick spiralled out when he pressed a button. On the tip of the stick were small nippers and Chinese showed - each of them, holding the device close to their eyes - how the nippers grabbed the microchip and how it released it. Finally he stepped to Jane who was surrounded by the other slavers. White and Nigger held Jane steadily immobilizing her head with strong grips.

\"Hold still.\" all the Asian man said and with a grabbed chip he held the device to Jane's nose. He pressed the button and something terrible happened. Jane was standing back to the others so no one could see clearly what was going on, but Jane's muscles tightened within a moment and horrible, groaning, wet sounds filled the air. Jane's body was shaking and she strained against the men, she wasn't screaming but howled in a very high-pitched voice, suddenly a semi-solid turd slid out of her gaping asshole. The operation was over within 30 seconds and when the men released Jane, the girl fell onto the floor and clenched her own face. Nothing else could been seen but a thin blood stream flowed from her nose.

\"Who is next?\" Dhonko asked and carefully examined the women's terrified faces.

\"Beauty Bitch!\" he smiled widely at Aurelia. \"You don't have such a wide nose so it will surely need more time for you to place your implant, but you'll have it, I promise!\" he laughed and pointed at her. \"Do the redhead next, Chinese!\"

Aurelia had been trained to resist torture, she had followed courses about how to deal with such situations. She had even been submitted to limited pain and trained to ignore it by means of yoga and self-hypnosis. Nevertheless, as the man approached her with his bloody device, she felt her guts knotting. She felt completely helpless, paralysed by terror. Most of her techniques were based on the idea that she was going to be pressed for information. She had learned how to earn time to allow the rescue party to find and extract her. She had trained means of throwing out bits of useless information to satisfy her torturers and earn time and gather energy between torture sessions. But all this training was failing her now: she was not going to be tortured for information. Nothing she could do would delay her tormentor or make him change his mind. She was utterly and totally helpless. She had absolutely no control over what was going to happen, and this, more than the fear of pain, was terrifying her beyond control. For the first time, the look of pure fear that painted her face was not faked. It was only a last bounce of pride that prevented her from crying and begging for mercy, as the evil tool approached her flaring nostrils.

She closed her eyes tight, clenched her fist and curled her toes and waited for the inexorable to happen, bracing her mind against the pain, frantically repeating in her mind the mantras she had learned in her yoga courses.

Chinese grabbed Aurelia's chin with one hand, locked her head in place with his strong grip, and pushed the button. All she could hear was the low buzzing of the tool when suddenly she felt the cold metal raising up her nose. For a second or two, the sensation was more tickling than painful but suddenly the tip of the tool reached the narrow section of her nasal cavity and forced itself through the less flexible tissues. Harsh pain blasted around the bridge of her nose, as if she was punched with a club. The vibration radiating from the tool caused additional pain; she felt like an industrial, working drill was pushed up her head. The sudden and harsh pain even increased in the following seconds, all Aurelia could hear was the loud buzzing and wet, slurping sounds as the tool cut through tissues and cartilages.

Aurelia was now screaming to the top of her lungs. She had the impression that her very skull was drilled through and was scared that her brain would be permanently damaged. Her heart was beating at a panicked pace, her skin was oozing an abundant, cold sweat, her mind was screaming for mercy. Had she been detected? Was she being slowly killed? The fear made her imagine the worst scenarios. However, in the back of her mind, she held herself to one little piece of hope: Jane had just been submitted to the same treatment and she was not dead. It was just a part of the procedure.

Chinese's strong fingers sank deep into her jaws keeping her head in place, and the tool continued its painful way to somewhere in Aurelia's skull. The pain became almost unbearable when a low click could be heard, and the stretching, searing pain started to ease. Aurelia felt the tip of the tool being slowly removed from her nose, leaving her tortured cavity alone, and within a few seconds the tip left her nose with a wet smack. Aurelia's nose was bleeding internally, warm blood flew down her throat and the throbbing pain made her remember the horror of the last minute.

Her senses became dumb and as Chinese worked on Nina, Renata and Trixie it all seemed to happen very far away. All she could hear were the desperate screams and pain-filled whinings of the other women as the Asian man ruined their nose too. It took her almost five minutes to regain her full consciousness after the shrilling shock, and when she finally could perceive her environment again, all women and even the unconscious Billy were over the ordeal. Every nose around Aurelia was bleeding and eyes radiated fear and pain.

She was shaking tremendously in her cramped cage. She had not been prepared for such a treatment. She hoped the Agency would be able to extract this damned transmitter once the operation was completed. Never had she been submitted to such an intrusion of her intimacy. Not even during the mission in Afghanistan, when she had found herself abandoned for one terrible night in the hands of vengeful Mudjahedeens. Those had been long hours of continuous rape and humiliation. Her body had been used and abused in all possible ways by the imaginative warriors and their wives. But at least she had known that soon she would be recovered, saved and washed from all the debasements. And eventually, in the morning, the helicopters had come and rescued her, killing all the villagers in retaliation. But now, she did not know when and if she would be rescued, and not even if she would eventually be able to clear all the marks this mission was imprinting on her.

\"All implants are in place, let's proceed with the marking.\" Dhonko said, grinning at the bloody-nosed women. He walked along the cage-row and numbered each girl. \"Stinky Nigga' - three! Crying Blonde - two! Schoolgirl Doll - two! Beauty Bitch - one! Stupid Cunt - two! Sleeping Boy - three!\" he finished and his men started to stir. Nigger collected several metal tools from the wall, Chinese took a small box. White pinned Jane down to the floor with his booted foot while Dhonko explained the numbers.

\"One means premium class slave. Class one slaves aren't to be defaced in any way, so the marking will be a high-quality tattoo. Having a tattoo drawn on the forehead is fucking painful, but at least the skin remains smooth. Number two means average slave. In Ashagen, the majority of the slaves belong to this category and any model agency could easily select the whole staff from the class two. Of course only before Ashagen's citizens start to work on them.\" He laughed hideously. \"Class-two slaves receive a standard branding as marking with the smaller branding irons, though smaller burns are just as hot as the bigger ones. Number three means third-class slaves. Mature or less attractive bitches get this number and all male slaves. We do the marking with the larger branding irons, the mark will cover the rest of the forehead. Prepare yourself, cunts, in a few minutes we start.\"

He helped Nigger to switch on the branding irons. A larger and a smaller iron. Both of them had the same word on the top; the inverse of SoA. \"Slave of Ashagen.\" Dhonko groaned and switched on the smaller iron. The top quickly heated up and within two minutes it was glowing bright red.

Chinese kneeled before Aurelia's face and started to place needles, pins and small jars filled with different colour paints onto the floor. He looked deep into Aurelia's eyes, his eyes were ice cold without any humanity.

\"Hold still. Trashing means more pain.\" he said and with a precision brush he started to paint onto the girl's forehead, sketching the mark. Jane was the first again to suffer the pain. While White stood on her cheek forcing her head onto the floor, Nigger approached the glowing iron from her head. The poor girl whined and screamed and protested with all her might, grabbed Nigger's ankle but the black man simply kicked her hand and stepped onto it. The iron got closer to her skin and suddenly it touched her forehead. Ear-piercing screams were emitted from her open mouth as Nigger very slowly rolled the iron over her skull; smoke raised toward the ceiling. She should have fainted but the stimulants injected into her kept her conscious. When the man finally removed the glowing iron from her head and her terrific screams died away, the three letters of pain were clearly visible, still smoking: “SoA”.

Chinese finished with the sketching and raised the first pin. \"Don't forget. Hold still.\" he said again and started to work on the tattoo. The first sensation wasn't as painful as Aurelia expected, but within a minute it became harsh, almost burning, puncturing agony.

The next branded prisoner was Billy. With one hand, Nigger raised his head by the hair and pushed the iron against his forehead. The young man awoke screaming, he had quite a girlish, high-pitched scream. He hadn't had any chance of saying anything or even of realizing in how uncomfortable a position he had been forced inside the cage. All he could do was to scream his head off. He was ready very soon and Nigger punched Billy's chin with his large fist so hard, that the poor man was knocked out again. Smoke rose from his ruined forehead.

Chinese worked precisely with great experience, he formed the frames of the letters. As he proceeded and worked the paint under Aurelia's skin the pain became harsher and harsher. There was no real tissue between her skin and skull, every puncture blasted another ball of pain in her mind.

Aurelia knew that the Agency was able to erase tattoos by different chirurgical methods, which left almost no trace. But in her already weakened state, she had difficulty to use that knowledge as leverage against the pain and fear the tattoo needle was instilling in her mind along with the ink in her skin. In some way, she was envying her fellow captives who were being branded. At least, the treatment took only a few seconds. Her own marking was probably less painful, but it was so long that it felt much harder to bear.

Renata was beyond shock when Dhonko stepped to her. Her eyes were wide open and she stared at the approaching, red iron without any additional reaction. When the red hot metal kissed her skin she found her voice back and her long shrieks reverberated among the bulkheads of the truck, she pissed herself and her shrieks formed almost coherent words: \"Ggghhhooooooodddddd!!! Huuuuooooooootttt!!! Ohhhh...\" Her scream died away when the branding was over. Renata's mark was really prettier compared to the large marks on Jane's and Billy's head, but the scarred skin smoked in the same fashion and her red eyes were also bulging similarly.

Chinese finished with the letters main frame and replaced the thick pin with a thinner one. He started to adjust the edges of the letters and form them into really pretty, almost artistic style. The pain was still there although it became less intense, although anytime when Chinese accidentally knocked Aurelia's skull bone it changed to searing again.

Nina stared at Dhonko with teary eyes and begged in a pitiful voice. \"Please Mister... please I'm begging you no more please my God ohhh my...\" she sighed. The cruel black man immobilized her head by grabbing her hair and without responding he pushed the glowing metal against her skull. Nina's squeaked like a mouse and vomited, messing her chest and thighs. The branding was completed within 30 seconds and when Dhonko removed the iron from her head the three letters were glowing clearly above her pretty face; SoA. She was drooling and chunks of her own vomit hung from her chin.

Chinese finished with the second phase and took another long, special looking pin. \"I inject heated mercury under your skin. Important for making the tattoo permanent and durable. Going to hurt.\" he said as he continued his work. That time Aurelia got some appetizer of what the other prisoners felt, the liquid metal was really hot.

Trixie seemed not realizing what was going on around her, nor did she react when Dhonko arrived at her cage with the branding iron. \"Shit, this cunt is totally lost in herself, another weak specimen!\" he spat on her face and grabbed her hair. When the hot iron was pushed against her head Trixie tried to scream just like all the others and although the implantation didn't cause enough pain for dragging her out from the shock the burning sensation finally awoke her. Her gagged screams were pitiful and hoarse, her long nails cut into her palms as her fingers clenched. Dhonko left her alone with a smoking forehead and three letters, her lively eyes showed clearly that she was back to consciousness.

Chinese finished the injection of the heated quicksilver and admired his own handiwork. He took a small mirror and held it before Aurelia's face. \"I'm an artist. Even slaves enjoy my art.\" he commented. On Aurelia's forehead, above her left eye a really fancy tattoo was created, the letters were made in antique style, and according to the terrible burning marks of the others Aurelia's mark looked almost cute.

Aurelia looked at the tattoo through her tear-filled eyes. She was now marked in a place that would be very difficult to hide. Everywhere she was going to go during this mission, people would know her status. It would be difficult to stay discrete now. The tattoo along with the implant had severely reduced her options. The naked blade had not been broken, but it was less sharp already.

\"Ladies! It's time to set up the final composition. The trip starts soon.\" Dhonko said. He gathered his men around and after a short meeting all of them started to work. White and Nigger started to build another level of the web-cage above Nina's and Renata's head. The second levels had no bottom and were half as tall as the actual cages where the girls were forced in. The new components caged the two girls' head and already secured hands in another box. The new levels were secured to the original cages by metal straps. Chinese stepped to Aurelia with a long needle, pliers and an iron ring in his hand.

\"I ring your nose hedge. Boss ordered. You annoyed him. Talked too much. Hold still.\"

Chinese ignored Aurelia's protest and grabbed her chin. The girl knew that grip very well, the thin Asian had used it on her not too long before when he forced the microchip into her nose. The strong grip made her jaws hurt again, but the harsh pain when the man punctured her nose hedge with the long and thick needle fogged the pain in her jaws. Chinese moved the needle through the freshly made hole left, right, left and removed it. He inserted an open, curved metal into the hole and with two pliers he started to bend it until the tips reached each other. The new ring was large, at least 4 centimetres in diameter. Chinese got a soldering-iron and soldered the ends together, making the ring permanently closed.

\"You look good, bull-girl.\" Chinese mocked Aurelia and turned to Trixie. The same process was done and within a few minutes Trixie had the same style of nose-ring, hanging from her nose in front of her shiny gag.

Aurelia’s eyes were filled with tears. The septum of her nose was throbbing and sending waves of pain up her already tortured nose. She shook her head but this just made the nose ring to swing cruelly, bouncing on her lips. She could not see herself, but she could feel the weight of the ring resting on her mouth. It was huge, it was heavy, it was ugly. This ring was pulling her down to the rank of animals. The tattoo could still be thought of as a piece of make-up. It was human, in particular hers, which was so finely painted. But this ring was just a cattle ornament.

Dhonko kicked hard at the agonizing Jane in her ribs making the black tattooer roll over the floor. He forced her onto her back by stepping onto her throat and he secured two leather straps around the very base of her udders. Dhonko clenched his muscles and forced the straps as tight as he could, making Jane's breasts bulging out like balloons. The poor and already heavily tortured girl would have shrieked to the top of her lungs, but Dhonko's heavy boot cut her air supply and Jane started to cough and drool. When the black tits were bound tightly enough and looked like a bag filled with water and ready to burst, Dhonko finalized the knot. Jane was pulled to her feet and a chain was lowered from the ceiling with two separated hooks at the end. Dhonko cruelly stabbed the tip of the hooks through each of Jane's extremely bulging tits, spraying blood on the floor. The girl was unable to protest but her suffering voice told everything of what she was feeling. Dhonko pushed a button and Jane was pulled into the air by her awfully unnatural breasts.

Meanwhile Nina and Renata were positioned against each other face to face. Two men were needed to lift Aurelia's and Trixie's cages, and they soon found each other face to face high in the air, Aurelia's cage was over Nina and Trixie's was over Renata. There was about 40 centimetres between Aurelia's and Trixie's face, they were staring at each other whenever they opened their eyes. Trixie's eyes showed a mix of fear, hatred, pain and suffering, her nostrils were flaring and as her mouth was taped she breathed through her nose, making almost funny beeping noises with every breath. The most horrific impression was caused by the fact that Trixie was chewing... slowly and continually. She had no choice: although she was tortured and degraded almost beyond human limits, she had not swallowed Jake's severed cock, it was simply too big and too tough.

Aurelia could not resist the urge to retch at this sight. Just imagining the spongy, fetid, hairy, chewy stuff Trixie was forced to keep in her mouth was disgusting enough. She could see some brownish juice trickling from the corners of the fallen queen’s mouth. It almost made her own predicament feel gentle. Still, she could not force herself to close her eyes or look away. Trixie’s face was so ugly by now. Her forehead bore the swelling, charred mark of the slavers, and the huge ring dangling from her septum was definitely ugly. Aurelia wondered whether her own appearance was much better.

The whining Jane was hanging about two meters away from them, but a mechanism moved her towards them, and suddenly two, shaking, black feet slid between their faces. Jane's feet were sturdy and very big with surprisingly slender ankles. Her toes were long with wide and very long, ugly, dark green painted toenails. Although Aurelia's excrement covered hand was stinking like a dirty toilet, the stench that hit Aurelia when Jane's feet were moved right before her nose was more than hellish.

\"Nails are long, can drill them. Want the meat or the nails?\" Chinese asked and Dhonko replied.

\"Drill the nails, man, I wonder if during the trip she will kick enough to tear her own nails off.\"

Chinese followed the order. Nigger grabbed the ankles and Chinese drilled through the overgrown section of the big toenails right where the nails left the meat. Two metal rings were inserted into the holes but before they were closed Chinese also stitched them through the rings hanging from the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. That way Jane's toes were chained right to the women's noses so that the slightest kick would tug on their septums.

Aurelia grunted as Jane’s foot was linked to her nose. The stench was intolerable and she could not evade it. Moreover, even without moving, Jane’s legs were somewhat parted and gravity was trying to pull them together, tugging constantly on her and Trixie’s nose. By crossing her eyes, Aurelia could see the drilled nail resting close to her nose. From it, she followed upwards, seeing the rivulets of sweat that were trickling down the Black’s leg. She twisted her neck and saw the bush of filthy pubic hair, and then the taut melons that seemed on the verge of exploding, which used to be Jane’s proud breasts. They had now assumed a shape that could not have been thought possible on a human being. They were so large and swollen that they hid the Tattooer’s face.

\"Stupid Cunt, Beauty Bitch! This is your punishment for using bad speech on me or talk without permission. We're going to drive for a very long time and you will enjoy the beauty of this Nigga's disgusting peds. Ahh... and one more thing! Every pissing or shitting might fall on the other cunts below you, so take it under consideration.\" Dhonko said, laughing.

\"Guys! Time to go, prepare for leaving!\" he ordered and his men knew their task well. Chinese left the truck and right after he returned about three minutes later a loud bang shook the vehicle. Nina and Renata shrieked, Jane kicked out tugging on Trixie's and Aurelia's nose hardly.

\"We've just blown up Stupid Cunt's car and the corpse, we never leave traces behind us.\" Dhonko laughed and hinted to his men. \"Let's roll. Nigger, you're guarding the fore section, White, the aft is yours.\" he ordered. White, Dhonko and Chinese left the rear section through the door which led to the front of the truck, White took place in an empty cage and lit a cigarette.

\"We're going to roll over 12 hours, bitches. Enjoy the trip and don't struggle too much, you will need your strength later.\" he said, the lorry's powerful engines came alive and they departed. None of the girls knew what their destination was, but they all felt it was a highway to Hell.

Chapter V - The road to Ashagen

The highway to Hell was paved with pain cobblestones, as the prisoners immediately found out. Every bump in the road sent Jane swinging widely and her legs jerked on the noses of Aurelia and Trixie. The tugging on their raw septum caused incredible agony. At first, this just made them grunt and moan in pain, but after a dozen of such yanks, both girls were convinced that Jane was actually jerking her legs on purpose to punish them. Aurelia kept glaring upwards, trying to meet Jane’s eyes and order her to stop her cruel game.

Jane was lost in her own sufferings and, almost out of her mind, she could not think about what was happening at the tip of her big toes. She was bouncing, swinging and twisting at the end of her pain-filled breasts and was screaming continuously. Every bump gave her the impression that her boobs were going to be torn from her chest, which proved to be much more resilient than she was expecting. At first, she had tried to prevent her legs from jerking too much, but soon the pain had been so high that she had just forgotten that anything else existed. She was but a writhing and shrieking piece of meat hanging from the ceiling.

At the other end of her body, the faces of the two caged girls were jerked left and right and up and down by their pierced noses. Aurelia had no way of preventing the unpredictable yanks nor to resist them. Moreover, the same bumps that caused Jane to swing her legs, were also making her to buck on the cage floor bars. They were pressing harder and harder into her shins. Similarly, her knees were alternatively pulled and hammered back into the corners of the cage. Now that her cage had been hoisted over Nina’s one, her feet had gained some room to move and were now hanging partly in the space between their two boxes.

If there was any opening in the truck, it had probably been closed tight as there seemed to be no fresh air at all. The metal trunk was heating fast under the hot desert sun and the atmosphere inside it was getting unbreathable. Even White, who was not in any discomfort, had removed his T-shirt and his shoes to keep only his shorts, and he was sweating anyway. The poor prisoners, all naked as they were, were sweating like fountains, both from the heat and from the pain and exertion. It formed a strange cascade. The sweat could be seen forming in every black, filthy crook of Jane’s writhing body and then rolling down her ribs, her hips and her legs. From her toes, it dripped on Aurelia’s and Trixie’s faces and mixed with their own perspiration. Finally, sweat rained on the heads and bodies of the two lowest girls. With their necks and wrists encircled in their cage lids, Nina and Renata could not protect nor wash their faces.

After one hour of such driving, all girls were moaning and crying continuously. Their mouths and lips were dry and parched. They all hated each other, as if they were adding to each other's plight.

Aurelia’s body was throbbing with cramps and pain. The tightness of the cage allowed her very little room to move or flex her limbs. Her muscles were trembling from idleness. Her limbs were twisted into unnatural positions. Her back was kept arched because she had to keep her neck straight through the hole in the lid. Skin and bones were pressing against the bars on all sides, causing her flesh to chafe and burn. Sweat was gathering and fermenting in the crook of her articulations, causing unbearable itching. Her shins, resting directly on the bars, were the source of continuous and acute pain, which her only means to alleviate was by lifting her body half a centimetre by pulling on her trapped wrists. This position could not be kept for more than one minute or two as it caused increasing pain in her chain-noosed wrists. All these sufferings forced her to oscillate constantly from one painful position to another even more cruel. When the new position became unbearable, she had the choice to switch to a third one, or to revert to the previous, if her muscles had rested enough. It did not take long for all positions to be equally painful and her life became even more terrible. Seeing how the other prisoners were too wiggling constantly in their cages, Aurelia guessed they were submitted to the same tortures.

The young spy did not need to fake pain and fear as she was deep in despair and agony. It even occurred to her that she could hasten her death by announcing her real job. But would it really hasten anything? Would not these monsters torture her even more? To distract her mind from the suffering, Aurelia tried to gather some information from Trixie. With the noise caused by the engine and by the moans of the other girls, she could easily whisper without risk to be heard by their warden.

“Pssst, Trixie! Do you know where they are driving us?” she whispered, hoping that Trixie could mumble in spite of her macabre gag. Trixie's eyes met with Aurelia's. The dark-haired woman had something strange deep in her pupils. It might be the first sign of insanity. Although Aurelia had taken advanced psychology courses, the situation they were in was far more extreme than what had ever been presumed by her teachers. Trixie slightly shook her head, even those tiny movements made Jane's toenail tug on her septum.

\"Dddbbhhhssss fhhoocknnggg bhhhhssstrrrdddssssss...\" Trixie moaned behind her gag, and then she started to cough, long and roughly. She missed the pace of chewing on the severed cock and something went the wrong way into her oesophagus. She kept on coughing harder and harder, her once proud eyes were bulging from their sockets and tiny veins burst in her eyeballs spreading red blobs all around her eyes. Suddenly the coughing got even more intense and Trixie vomited a second time... through her nose again. The liquid that spurted out of her nostrils was a mix of brownish and yellowish substance. It contained small pieces of unidentified material that could be her dinner or the remains of Jake's cock. The puke covered Trixie's gag and also Jane's foot, but even Aurelia's beautiful face got sprayed with several drops. Trixie's face turned blue but finally she managed to catch some fresh air through her bubbling nostrils and she fought for long minutes to collect enough oxygen.

Aurelia was appalled by the predicament Trixie was in. She feared that the former queen was going to die under her eyes. She could not help her though. Every struggle Trixie made was propagated to Jane’s tearing toe nail, causing the black girl to shake her legs, which in turn punished Aurelia’s own nose. She moaned, her face tugged left and right by the thrashing, stinking black foot.

Horrendous sounds emerged from Trixie's throat and the convulsing coughs made Jane shake again, but eventually both women calmed down enough to stop hurting each other for a while. Trixie finally looked into Aurelia's eyes and shook her head again signalling to the other prisoner “leave me alone”. White examined what had happened and found it funny. He playfully slapped Trixie's face.

\"Ohhh you cunt, it seems messing yourself is your hobby!\" he laughed, before returning to his place.

The hellish trip continued. The pretty bodies were shaking in misery inside the small cages. The solid metal bars cut into flesh and bones. Gravitation pulled from below and the grates pushed from above, torturing the fragile female flesh. Knees and shins were hurting, knee-caps were throbbing, bent waists were numb from the unnatural position. Tender soles were pushed against cold metal and luscious toes were bruised against the iron. Breasts were pressed against thighs and deformed into shapeless fat bags. Iron grids drew web onto throbbing, white backs. Backward forced necks cramped shoulders and jaws, made breathing difficult. An awful stench filled the air and attacked sensitive noses. Fear and desperation poisoned foggy minds. The lorry was heading towards an unknown destination; the uncertain future was almost as bad as the pain.

No one knew how much time had passed. Three hours or maybe four? The girls in the lowest level were silent most of the time. Renata cried out sometimes when she struggled too much and the fresh blood awoke her numb nerves. Trixie was chewing and chewing all the time, some drops of disgusting, yellowish liquid had found their way through the duct-tape and dribbled down her chin. She was pale and perspiration covered her burnt forehead, her eyes were begging but only Aurelia could see her silent pleas. Jane was hanging half-conscious and she moaned hoarsely and screamed out regularly and woke up for short kicking and struggling periods. The rings connecting her toenails to Trixie's and Aurelia's nose were tugging her feet back all the time, but the stretching made the caged women's nose bleed and also loosened the tissues that connected the big, thick nails to her toes. After several renewed kicking, the roots of her toenails were bleeding slightly, some drops of blood had fallen onto the faces of the ringed women. Jane lost her consciousness again and again. Her body was strong and although stimulants had been injected into her veins, her mind was beyond the limits of sanity.

The stench in the truck was getting nauseating. It was a mix of sweat, filth, vomit and fear hormones. The temperature had climbed to 35°C, causing all trapped bodies to shine under a thick layer of sweat. The prisoners were getting very thirsty, but none of them had yet dared to attract attention to herself by asking for something to drink. Every 20 minutes, White and Black switched their place to refresh in the front, air-conditioned section of the truck. But in spite of that, they too were sweating profusely, making them irritable.

White was snoring peacefully on top of an empty cage. He whispered something while he was dreaming. Suddenly a pleasant melody filled the air, and a woman started to speak, her voice was nice and young, coming from high-quality loudspeakers.

\"My dearest ladies and boys! Welcome on board our collector truck. I hope you are enjoying your stay\" she giggled in a tinkling tone. \"My name is Jennifer, Jennifer Bright. I will be your... let's say… tourist guide on your way to Ashagen. All you need to know about me is that I am the most famous presenter of Ashagen's local TV channel and I've been living in Ashagen for eight years now. Some of you might meet me personally, I can hardly wait.\" she giggled again. \"Ashagen is located somewhere deep in a desert. Our beautiful city was founded by an Arabian millionaire about ten years ago. Ashagen is hidden from most of the world's citizens, neither is it indicated on maps, nor even does it exist officially. Ashagen is a place where untold horrors are born, where the Globe's forbidden pleasures take place. Ashagen is a heaven for sadists and a hell for their unfortunate victims. For you! \" the woman laughed. \"Only a select few can ever see the city, mainly rich and evil people with their companions are allowed to enter this place of never-ending screams. Ashagen has about 20,000 citizens; most of them belong to the household of rich peoples who have their own palaces here.

\"Slavery is legal in Ashagen; actually the city was founded for giving a place to the modern world where slavery is not only accepted but the basic root of the society. Ashagen has more than 30.000 slaves, and almost all of them are enslaved against their will. Do you find any similarity with yourselves? The rotation of the slaves is extremely fast, more than 300 slaves die every day inside the city, making Ashagen the major buyer of the Earth's illegal slave markets.\"

\"We have fun here. All night and all day. Probably you won't find Ashagen too funny, but who cares about your desires? Please, do not think of yourself as a human being anymore. Not even as a living being. Think of yourselves as a tool or a toy, whose only purpose is to entertain Ashagen's citizens. Slaves do not have rights here. Actually, they don't have anything beyond their more-or-less attractive body, which can, and ultimately will, be destroyed.\"

\"The average lifetime of our slaves is about 100 days, but if you are lucky, you’ll leave this wonderful world much earlier. Some slaves can make it for years as favourite pets or yielded minions, but mostly class-one slaves have such luck. Class-three slaves are lucky ones, their average lifetime is only about two weeks after their arrival. Well yes, the arrival. You will be sent to the slave market where Ashagen's citizens can buy you. Your new masters and mistresses will decide your fate, but please don't entertain too much hope. Most slaves end in private torture chambers. It is said Ashagen has more than two thousands different kinds of torture chambers altogether. We use every possible way to hurt human bodies that has ever been tried by creative torturers in history. You will find here citizens who love western role-plays and masters of Indian torture methods, but we also have SS prisons and medieval chambers. History is great, it was my favourite subject at school!\"

\"We organize weekly the famous and beloved Pain-bringer Games and the Final Scream Games as well. Some of you will have the chance to enter one of our lovely arenas. Our citizens love to play and also make bets, so some of you might survive for a longer period there. If any of you were wounded but still useful or if your owners should get bored of you, you will find yourself in the Mengele Medical Centre. In one wing, slaves are healed just to be able to bear more pain, while in the other wing our skilled doctors help the human kind by working on useful experiments. They don't need rats...\"

\"You can try to escape, but as you know, we implanted a microchip into your body, so our satellites can easily follow you wherever you go. Runaway slaves have to face our hunting squadrons, and they DO love hunting. After your recapture and if still alive, you will be given back to your owner, who surely will be very upset. Generally, escape attempts mean more pain, but somehow there are always slaves who want to try.\"

\"That's all for now, I wish you a great tour in Ashagen with a quick death. Unfortunately for you, death comes rarely so fast and easily in our wonderful city. Enjoy!\" the voice finished and a low crack indicated that the \"introduction\" was over. Stunned silence filled the truck. Even Jane remained silent as she digested what had been heard. All women were shocked.

Aurelia had managed to force her screaming mind to concentrate on what had been said. And now, she was trying to sort all the information she had been fed with. For a trained spy, there was plenty of matter to extract from this speech. The first thing she was considering was the location of Ashagen. It was the most important information she wanted to gather. Mentally, she traced a circle of about 12h of driving around Carrick City and compared it to her mental map of North America. According to this, Ashagen was probably somewhere in the middle of the Chihuahan desert, in Mexico. The Agency’s satellite and remote-controlled aircraft would have to explore this region. A town of 50’000 citizens would not evade their attention for long. But of course, she would have to find a way to transmit this information to her superiors. She was confident about this point. This was her specialty: breaking free of any bondage and improvising communication links.

The main problem would be to find Jessica among 30’000 slaves… supposing she was still alive. Also, her time to complete the mission would be limited. 100 days. This was long enough for her to gather everything she needed, if she managed to break free from her owner fast enough.

Then, she would have to be extracted by the Agency. A difficult operation in a foreign country. She might have to resort to run through the desert. Despite what had just been said, she knew she could succeed running away. She had been trained in survival in all kinds of environments, including deserts. She knew how to find water and food in the most arid places, and how to clear her traces. She would just have to find a way to kill the signal emitted by her implant. To this question she would turn in due time however. The issue at hand was now to survive the trip to Ashagen, and if no water was provided in the next few hours, this might prove difficult…

More long hours of sweltering travel passed. Whenever Billy woke up he started to squeal when he realized how much pain he was in, but the slaver in charge knocked him out all the time. Obviously they did not know whether Billy was to survive the trip or not. Class-three slaves were seemingly cheap and unimportant components. Jane's treatment was similar. All the other girls were tortured and treated roughly but none of them had been ruined so severely as the poor black woman.

At some point, White returned carrying a jerry-can. He stood in front of the moaning tower of suffering female flesh and announced, \"Okay girls, it's time for some drink. I will be a nice guy and help you to adapt yourself to Ashagen's fashion. The city is in the middle of a fucking huge desert. Water is expensive in deserts. Slaves don't deserve to be fed with expensive materials, thus many of the slave owners only give them recycled H2O. No need to worry though. Thirsty as you must be by now, you will find the content of this can as delicious as manna.\" He laughed.

Opening the jerry-can, he placed the end of a hose into the can and sat on his heels by Nina's cage. He tucked the tube through the bars until its end reached Nina's lip.

\"Take it in and slurp. You have 10 seconds...\" he said and the dark-haired girl sucked on the hose between her sensuous lips. She started to suck making gurgling, wet sounds and did not stop until White yanked the tube out of her lips, laughing.

\"Hey... you're a real vacuum cleaner!\" he laughed. \"It's always so sexy watching you pigs drinking on my and my buddies' piss.\" He lifted the jerry-can, placing it by Aurelia's head. \"Hope you're ready, Beauty Bitch. Seems you lost a lot of moisture in the last hours.\" Smiling, he held the hose in front of the girl's face, and a yellowish drop of the thick liquid dripped from the end.

Aurelia could not suppress a grimace of disgust at the foul smell that emanated from the can and at the idea of what it contained. She was so thirsty though that she eagerly welcomed the moisture. She put her parched lips around the filthy tube and sucked as fast she could. The taste was horrid, acrid, salty and warm. It seemed as if their captors had collected their piss since days and let it boil in the sun to concentrate. She doubted it would extinguish her thirst but it was better than nothing. She gulped the foul liquid fast so as not to let it linger on her tongue. The tube was torn from her mouth much too soon. It left but bad taste behind and the urgent need for more. She began to retch and had to fight the urge to puke the little moisture she had managed to swallow.

White provided the stinky piss to Renata too. He was wicked enough to shove the hose into Trixie's nostril while lifting the jerry-can up until the foul liquid poured directly into her throat. Trixie already had difficulties with breathing, but blocking her air supply again made her struggle hard. Eventually she managed to swallow most of the piss. White did not bother with Jane or Billy. Human piss was too good to be wasted on class-three slaves.

The trip went on and on. The poor girls were moaning continuously. The short sip they had been given was much too small for the intense heat that was reigning in the truck and they went dizzy from dehydration. They began to moan in hoarse voices for more water. This was Black’s turn and he waited some more for the moaning to increase. When the girls began to moan for water in spite of their terror, it was the signal that they were really desiccated. By the way, they still had a long way to go and they would not survive without more water. Finally he stood up and brought back a 10-liter bucket filled with some liquid.

“Here, you see, we are not that bad,” he said. “Here is some more of the same nectar, two-weeks of age. You should thank us for being so thoughtful. Moreover, this time to spice it up a bit, we have collected all the cum we have jerked off during this trip, thinking of you.”

All the girls grimaced at these words, but still stared at the bucket with eager eyes.

“But this time, we will proceed somewhat differently as I don’t want to waste my time serving each of you individually.” He continued. “You will all drink directly from the bucket. But first, I have to change a few things.”

He pulled a screwdriver from his pocket and approached Trixie. “Puuuh! Your mouth stinks like a dead cow! Don’t you ever wash your teeth?” he mocked her. And indeed, by now, the dead cock on which the poor girl had been chewing for hours had begun to rot in the hot atmosphere, emitting an atrocious stench. He punched the screwdriver several time in the tape that covered Trixie’s mouth, piercing as many holes in it. “Here, you should be able to get some drink through these.”

Then he climbed on the cages, his shoes just inches from Aurelia’s and Trixie’s face. He pulled a roll of plastic tape and wrapped it several times around the lower part of Jane’s head, sealing her mouth shut. He then hooked the bucket above the head of the now gagged Black girl. There was a small faucet protruding from its bottom, which he opened enough to let a trickle of piss pour down over Jane’s bald scalp. The eyes and the nostrils of the girl widened as she realised she would be unable to drink any of it.

The piss flowed down Jane’s head and face, then along her torso, between her breasts, along her panting belly. From there, some dripped from her crotch directly to the floor, but the greatest part followed her legs to her feet. There Aurelia and Trixie had a chance to collect it. Aurelia opened her mouth wide to get as much piss as she could gather. However, it was not trickling directly into her mouth but on her nose, to which Jane’s toenail was connected. Therefore, most of the piss was lost on her face and continued its way down her own squatting body. She could feel it flowing down her sweat-layered skin to drip from her crotch and her legs onto Nina. The girl could move her head more freely than Aurelia, but the piss was dripping from so many places that she could not collect them all.

Black roared with a deep laugh, looking how the girls were wriggling to collect the stale liquid that was cascading along their filthy bodies. He sat on Billy’s cage and admired the show for the whole 20 minutes that the bucket took to empty. By that time, every girl had managed to collect a few mouthfuls of piss mixed with sweat and filth, with the exception of Jane who had seen all the liquid flow over her parched but taped mouth.

The slaves had lost all notion of time when finally the truck came to a stop. They had been rolling for about 10-16 hours as per Aurelia's estimation. Two minutes had passed and the ramp was opened. Harsh light and hot air filled the truck, but the stench eased within seconds and even the dry and hot air felt good. Soon all the slavers got to their slaves and they started to separate them. The rings connecting septa to toenails were opened and removed. All of the cages were placed onto small wheeled trays and finally Jane was also stuffed into a cage like the other girls. All the women were at the threshold of sanity and they were completely unable to say anything or even follow closely what was happening to them. One by one the cages were rolled out of the truck. When Aurelia's cage reached the open air, she had to close her eyes as the sun was shining so brightly that, after the dim truck box, it hurt her eyes.

The sky was clear without a single cloud. All around the horizon there was nothing else to see but sand. They were in the middle of some kind of camp. Half a dozen trucks waited. Men similar to their slavers were all around walking and talking. Mercenary-looking guards were patrolling with machine-guns strapped to their shoulder. Lots of rolling cages with prisoners in them were placed around under the hot sun. The camp was loud with moans and rough jokes. Right in the middle a grey freighter airplane was ready with the well-known sign of the Red Cross. The cargo hold door was open and the encaged prisoners were rolled into the plane and the workers returned with empty trays.

Dhonko showed up and caressed Aurelia's forehead.

\"It's time to say goodbye, Beauty Bitch. I hate the rule that we're not allowed to fuck the shit out of you, but I have to follow my orders. Maybe we will meet later in Ashagen, if you can make it long enough.\" he grinned. “But I want to leave you a souvenir, at least for the length of the travel.”

With that, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, which was already half erected. He began to jerk off, the tip of his rapidly growing cock just above Aurelia’s head. The poor girl was helpless to prevent what she knew was going to happen. She could smell the musky, sweaty, nauseating stench coming from the cock, whose head was just a few inches from her face. After a couple of minutes, she saw Dhonko getting stiff and long bursts of warm sperm landed over her face, covering her eyes and soaking her hair. The black slaver whipped her softening cock over her face, smearing it with more cum. He then let burst another roaring laugh and left Aurelia alone.

The workers did their task very efficiently and the number of cages around decreased at a rapid pace. When Aurelia was rolled into the plane she realised that the plane was designed for only one purpose: carrying hundreds of cages to an unknown destination. Against the walls, a special frame was settled and the slave cages were inserted into stable slots four level high. It was hard to estimate the number of cages but Aurelia guessed it to about three hundred. She lost sight of all the other slaves collected by Dhonko's team and found herself placed into a slot with total strangers around her, mainly young women, who were moaning in their cages. All of them were secured in the same manner as herself. After the short relief provided by the change of vehicles, the awful stench and smell of fear had returned, only in an even larger dose. Sweat-covered bodies, bleeding noses and “SoA” slave brands were all around in the hot cargo hold. Aurelia felt like she was poultry in a Kentucky Fried Chicken's farm.

After all the cages had been stored, the cargo hold's door was slowly closed, and total darkness fell onto the hundreds of suffering slaves. Big, powerful engines came alive and the aircraft started to shake. Five minutes later they started to roll and Aurelia could feel the heaving in her stomach when the plane finally left the ground. A long flight ensued. Hundreds of kidnapped women started to whisper in utter terror.

\"My God! I can't stand this any more! Let me out! Please someone, let me out!\"

\"Huurt... my knees huuurrt so much... Help! Heeeeeelp!\"

\"Stupid wench, you pissed on me! I’ll gouge your eyes out!\"

\"My daughter! Haven't you seen my daughter? Long blonde hair, seventeen years old. She must be here somewhere!\"

\"We are going to die! We are all going to die! I don't want to die!\"

\"I'm sorry... so sorry... I couldn't resist... Had to shit...\"

Aurelia had thought that the travel in the truck was hell, but now she realised she had been wrong. Now she was truly in hell. The cacophony in the dark hold was deafening. The air was thick with the stench of so many human beings packed in so narrow a space. This reminded her of the slave ships of the 18th century, except that the slaves had then had the luxury of being able to lie down, stretch all their length and see some light. Here, every slave was folded and squeezed in as cramped a space as possible. And then the cages were packed as close as possible without endangering the merchandise. Aurelia’s face was thus pressed against the bars forming the floor of the cage just above us. She could feel the shins and feet of her upper neighbour through the holes between the bars. She could feel her sweat dripping on herself, as her own sweat was no doubt dripping on the one she could feel under her own toes. From time to time, a stream of urine added to the foul rain, whenever an anguished slave could not suppress the urge anymore.

The noise caused by the engines and the cries of the slaves was such that it was impossible to communicate something else than distress and agony. Aurelia would not have been in a state for discussing anyway. She was reduced to a ball of cramped fear and agony. She barely realised that she was being shipped far away, to a completely unknown destination.

The flight was long and the smell of fear and total desperation sneaked into the heart of every female and male encaged in the cargo hold. It was cold in the cargo hold, but the crowded bodies produced so much warmth. After long hours, some workers came into the cargo section and, using bailers, gave water - real water - to the slaves, pouring a full load into the thirsty, dried, gaping mouth of the suffering women. It was not much but had proven to be enough for the cargo to survive the long trip.

Aurelia could not feel her limbs anymore. Or rather, all sensation had been replaced by a latent pain that exploded in a flash of agony whenever a weak squirm allowed some blood to rush into a long forgotten nerve. She believed she was going to get mad. She would never have thought it was possible to hurt so much without dying. But it could. And the trip seemed to have no end. The trepidations of the plane were embedding the cage bars deeper and deeper in her filthy, sweaty flesh. She realised she was moaning continuously, as all other prisoners were.

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