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Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Chapter 2

Infiltrating Ashagen, the land of ultimate torture

Authors: Noemi Salvadge & Aurelie 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

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 jeans hot pants the kind which pressed deep into her firm ass crack and whose fringes stopped just bellow 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 too 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 so desperately slow. But she knew it was part of her new persona and she add 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 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 the 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 to the first stop, allowing the voyagers to go to the restrooms and to buy a drink. More peoples joined 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 like if she had not seen a bath for the past month.


“Hi, Im 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 neighbours mouth. She could not allow herself to be picky.

“Hi, Im Aurelia. Im going there too. Never gone before. Do you?”


Janes barbell-covered lips thinned as she smiled. “Sure. Im living there since three years. Working in a tattoo parlor.”


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 told she was going there to find a job. In the middle of all Janes 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.


Thats 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 legalization of certain gambling and other controversial entertainments, the city started to collect low-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 couldnt have been fulfilled anywhere else. Unlike 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 hair locks were sticking 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 beside 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 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 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.


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