“You filthy whore, I have never seen such a degraded, pathetic cunt in all my life. We’re going to enjoy breaking your bones on the rack tonight. But for now you can go back in the pit and do some fucking work for a change.”
They pulled the nails from her hands and opened the stocks, jerking the girl upright with a brutal crack of her spine. Karym drove a fist into her stomach and Lathrak pressed a pain stick hard into her kidneys. Alina’s body was covered with wounds of every kind and she could feel the agonising healing process working over every inch of her flesh, as though her blood was boiling within her veins. The poison from the stinging birch and the cactus gag had spread through her body, torturing every extremity, while her flayed and burned flesh brought pain that could barely be conceived. Karym punched her stomach again, crushing the air from her lungs, and cracked an elbow into her jaw. He grabbed her hair and pulled her along the dusty ground. When they reached the pit at which she had been working, they kicked her down the rocky sides as before, watching her naked body bump and crash down the rocks until she hit the floor with a sickening crunch.
Beluar and Vulmon greeted her with a pair of vicious kicks into her guts. One of the guards pressed a pain stick into her torn rectum while a second stamped down hard on her calves.
“If you’ve finished fucking like a whore, you can get back to doing some work, bitch,” Beluar snarled. “Here’s your pick axe.”
Before Alina could react, the drak swung the sharp blade of the axe into her bare thigh, stabbing her right through her bone. The 22-year-old screamed with shock and pain, only for boots in her guts to silence her once more. Beluar ripped the axe from her thigh and stomped on the wound with his boot, grinding his toes inside. Then he bent down and pulled the girl up by her hair, punching her hard in the guts. He swung the wooden handle of the axe into her breasts and headbutted the bridge of her nose. Vulmon, meanwhile, pressed a pain stick into her back while the guard smashed her hard against her wounded thigh.
This was just the preliminary to the next three hours of abuse as Alina was put to work. Her fellow slaves, preoccupied by their own pain and exhaustion, had barely looked up as she took her latest beating and they ignored her now as she began to swing the pick axe into the bedrock. It was fearfully hot, the mid-afternoon desert sun beating down on the women’s naked bodies as they worked without rest or water. Their torment was at its height after more than eight hours at work, and the guards had fed them koca leaves to keep them conscious as they continued their labour. Otherwise, they were forced on by the usual mixture of whips, blows and pain sticks as well as the threat of terrible torture in the dungeons at night if they failed to keep working until the end. The women swung the axes down in a fog of agony, exhaustion and thirst, desperately waiting for the waning of the burning sun that woud signal the end of the work day.
For Alina, it was all pain. The guards tortured her relentlessly, giving her not a single moment without pain sticks and rhino whips. Near her the young eighteen-year-old amazon Elise was also suffering terribly. The draks had hammered a spike through her ankles to force her to stand with her legs apart. As she swung the axe into the rock, they took it in turns to rape her bottom, frequently placing their boots on the spike to increase the agony in her ankles.
“You’ll spend the night in the dungeons with your princess, whore. It’ll be fun to see which one of you snaps on the rack first.”
This was Lathrak, who had descended the ladder to join in the abuse. He stepped on the spike as he rammed his cock into the young girl’s bottom, drawing a a strangled squeal of anguish from the helpless Elise. Alina could not help glancing across at her tormented young sister, the guilt at failing to protect her race welling up inside her once more. Vulmon saw the look and thrust his pain stick hard into her ass, fucking her with it just as his friend was doing to young Elise.
“I’m going to flay both of you cunts alive tonight,” he growled. “Then I’m going to boil your raw flesh in salt and roast you on a fucking spit. Your little whore friend here is going to get twice the torture she normally does thanks to you. How do you feel about that?”
If it had been her alone, Alina would have summoned up her courage and told the drak to fuck off. But if she did that, it would be Elise who bore the consequences as well and so she stayed silent, swinging the pick axe down dutifully as the drak continued to rape her with the pain stick. As the afternoon wore on, the torment continued all around the camp, a thousand slaves, both human and feya elf, worked and abused until their strength was utterly spent. The work day ended only when the sun went down. Then the camp fires were lit and the women dragged themselves up the ladders for their final meal of the day. They were each shattered beyond belief. The slaves laboured like this every single day of every single year, with the only breaks from work provided by protracted rape and torture in the dungeons. This was the fate that awaited at least a hundred of the women now, the current capacity of the torture chambers. The rest would be chained together in the pens, shivering in the cold desert air, praying they would not be dragged away at some point during the long dark night.
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