Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 3: The cactus garden

At last she saw the light of the day far ahead. As they approached, it began to hurt her eyes. It did not last because as soon as they reached the cave entrance, Pablo placed a thick leather hood over her head. Aurelie had meant to discuss with him but his stern look and her own desire to explore more of their common kink induced her not to protest. The hood had a built-in thick leather ball gag and the French girl was soon silenced as much as it was blinding her. The hood had a thick chain threaded around its neck, whose heavy-duty padlock he promptly closed with a loud click. The only orifices pierced into the thick leather were against her nostrils and at the top to let her auburn mane pass through. It was encasing her in total darkness and was impairing her hearing.

Aurelie was trying to accustom her jaws to the big ball of leather packed in her mouth and she explored the hood with her hand. It was made of thick leather and was totally hiding her features, except for the palm-tree of auburn locks emerging from the top of it. This was rendering her totally anonymous and expressionless, while disorientating her completely. In the back of her mind, the Reason's voice was whispering that it would make her unable to protest, ask for help or even just attract pity; that they had never discussed about a safe-word. But that voice was totally over-flooded under the roars and cat-calls from her aroused emotions.

Passing a finger through a ring set on the front of her collar, he led her along an unseen trail. Aurelie could feel the hot Mexican sun bathing her naked skin and a mid-rocky mid-sandy dry ground under her raw soles. Not very far from the cave entrance he made her stop. The trail was leading to a fenced area where a great variety of cacti were growing.

"There are thousands of species of cacti in this country, and in my botanic garden I've managed to grow a great deal of them. That will come handy for your next task," he said. He had to speak loud to ensure she could hear him. "You can't see them, but there are a lot of cacti around you. On one of them, I have hooked a keyring, holding the keys to your hood and to the garden's gate. Open the gate before 30 minutes have passed and you will have succeeded in the test and be freed. The keyring could be anywhere, from the very tall desert cactus we call Saguaro, to the smallest ones you could easily step on".

Having said that, he walked a few steps away, and Aurelie heard the gate being closed and locked. "Search well my dear!" she heard him say, and his voice seemed to come from very far away, muffled as it was by the thickness of her hood.

She was now on her own and quite at a loss about where to begin with. She had not seen that garden before and had no idea how  it was organised and how large it was. This would be a totally random search and only luck could make her win that test. Luck and speed. She extended her arms in front of her and swayed them wide, exploring the area in front of her. Nothing, She tentatively exploder the ground around her with her right foot. The ground was rocky and dry. There was a lot of gravel. She hoped there would be no snake. She wondered if she would be able to recognize the key-ring with just her bare foot. She hoped so. She explored a little farther with her foot and moaned from the pain as her toes were cruelly stung by a low cactus. She stepped beside it and again her arms explored around her.

This was so slow. The sun was beating on her skin and her face was bathing in her sweat inside the hood. Her soles too were being burned on the sizzling hot soil. She made a few more steps, touching more cacti with her sensitive soles. Hopefully Pablo had not hidden the key too far from her position. That would have been unfair. But was he fair? Did he even want her to have a fair chance of succeeding?

At some point, her left hand encountered a tall cactus. A big and noble Saguaro. She turned to face it and began to explore its large trunk, from the ground to as high as she could reach when climbing on her toes. Her fingers explored cautiously the shallow grooves protected by the long lines of bristles. She turned around it to explore all its sides. But she had to admit the key-ring was not there. She continued her search.

She really looked like a fool, with her hesitant, wobbling exploration of the garden. Her skin was glistening with sweat. Her toes were soon bristling with broken cactus needles, which cause her pain whenever she moved them. She had explored several medium cacti by now, without any success so far. The skin of her palms and fingers was covered with tiny scratches and punctures. Then she moved to an organ-pipe cactus, whose long fingers were reaching for the sky in all directions. To explore the place in the middle of all the "pipes" meant to reach with her arm between them. This caused her to rub her firm breasts and flank against the sharp needles of the towering cactus. But all that pain was in vain too.

She was beginning to despair. How long had she been searching? She could not evaluate it. In all that time, she had explored a score of cactus but never met with any barrier that could have marked the limits of the garden. Obviously, either she had walked in circles - but she doubted it - or the garden was quite large. She continued her painful trip and encountered a Cholla Teddy bear, whose furry arms were extending in all directions. Touching it with her right hand, she felt the tiny pain she was now used to: a cactus needle. But as she tried to pull away, she found that the needle was actually hooked under her skin. She could not pull it off without pain. Her left hand came to help but her forearm met with another branch of the same cactus and was caught as well. As she tried wider moves, her breasts, belly and thighs too got hooked by the nasty teddy bear. There she was, bent over the furry desert plant, unable to move without feeling pain.

She tried for some time to free herself, to no avail. At last, she decided to ignore the pain and pull as hard as she could. In countless places, her skin was stretched away by the nasty hooked needles. Her breasts were hooked by a dozen of places and were particularly painful. She screamed into her gag. She wanted to stop her effort, but the pain had made her lose her balance. She stepped on a small cactus that jabbed her tender sole with its pointy darts. She tripped backward and, with a muffled scream, fell backwards. She made two steps backwards, moaning and then her heel kicked into a barrel cactus. Her arms waved desperately and she landed hard with her buttocks on the top of the large, evil pin-cushion.

The sharp pain, the multiple one-centimetre-deep puncturing of her buttocks made her silently scream in agony. Her body jerked frantically and she rolled down to land miserably on the ground where she remained sobbing and trembling. This is too much! How can I let him know that I have had enough? she thought, her panicked mind turning in circles. She did not dare to move. In her private night, she was imagining that she was surrounded by countless cacti pointing their cruel darts at her. And that was indeed not so far from the reality. She remained immobile, sobbing, trembling, hoping that her immobility would make Pablo understand there was a problem, that she needed his help and care.

She reached her hands in front of her one more time, and there it was! Something metallic right against her fingers. Exploring it she could distinguish the form of two keys hooked to a ring. They were waiting for her to find them on a small cactus just where she had fallen. She could not believe how lucky she was. She had won her test at the last moment. Eagerly, she grabbed the key, hurried to remove that infernally hot hood from her sweaty and puffy face. But something was amiss. The keys would not budge. She pulled harder to no avail. Her fingers tried to find what was blocking the ring and there, she felt the vice-grip of frustration tighten around her heart. There was a finger hooked into the ring and presently it was pulling the precious keys out of her reach. She had failed. Pablo had picked up the keys from their former place and, approaching her silently, had played this little game to her. She suddenly heard him laugh, just next to her. Not too gently, he helped her to get on her knees.

Chapter 4: Argument

"You must be thirsty under that hood. I'll give you some tuna to refresh yourself. The fruit of nopal, not to be confused with the fish," he said. "But I need to do a couple of things before I remove that hood."

Her left arm was bent at the elbow until her hand was against her shoulder, and a rope was tightly bound around the middle of her upper and lower arms. The same procedure was immediately repeated for the right arm. Then Pablo did the same with her legs. Only then was her hood removed. Her face appeared, drenched in sweat, red and puffy, blinking in the bright sun. As soon as the hood was off her head, she worked her sore jaws and began to plead, "Wow! Pablo, those were two very exciting experiences but I am quite tired by now. Why don't we call it a day, take a good dinner and continue this tomorrow?" She was talking in a croaking voice, because her mouth was very dry now.

As promised, he offered her some cactus fruits to quench her thirst. As she could not use her hands, he put them on the ground and she had to grab and chew them using only her mouth. She was so thirsty that she did not even complain. She devoured the fleshy, sweet red fruits, their juice dribbling down her chin.

"Sure, a nice dinner and we continue our games tomorrow, but first follow me, I'll show you where you will spend the night"

"How am I to follow you, bound as I am?" she asked, smiling. This Pablo can be quite distracted some times, she told to herself.

"Walking on your elbows and knees of course... but first you need some minor attachments."

"No, no. You don't understand me. This won't do. I'm really exhausted. Can you imagine what I have been through this past hour? I really could not crawl like that, I assure you", she protested.

"You will be amazed by the things you are capable of doing."

"Please Pablo. Listen to me. We have not yet set a safe-word. I believe it is time to set one up. And if you persist in not freeing me right now, I'm just going to call it!" she continued, anger starting to point in her voice.

"What will you do? Yell and call me names? It will achieve nothing, only make things worse for you."

"I am exhausted! EX... HAUS... TED! Can you not understand that? I am here for one month. We have all the time to play further and you can believe that I am as eager as you. But if we are to keep it pleasant for both of us, let's keep it reasonable."

"If you keep insisting on not shutting your mouth, I will have to put ring-gag you, and believe me, it will make your next task much more difficult" he threatened.

"Stop that now. That's no longer funny! You know what? The safe-word is RED, and I'm calling it right now: RED RED RED! Now better hurry or I might reconsider playing with you tomorrow. I might well feel too tired, cramped to play. Or even have a bad head-ache. So, now, be reasonable and free me. We'll start from here tomorrow, if you want." Aurelie was now beginning to be really upset. She would never have thought that Pablo would have behaved like a horny teenager. She had imagined him much calmer and master of his emotions.

"That's it!" he snapped. From the bag of toys, Pablo took a wide ring-gag and profited from her angry diatribe to push it into her mouth behind her teeth. She tried to protest and to shake her head to prevent him from buckling the strap but he was holding her tight by her mane and she was already quite helpless. He buckled the strap tightly behind behind her neck.  Her angry protests had been reduced to furious moans and gargling, while she glared madly at him.

Pablo pulled four pink leather sleeves out of his bag. He pulled them one by one up all her four bent limbs, encasing also her hands and feet. They where then closed tightly by a chain circling their open ends and finally secured with four identical padlocks. The leather sheaths were tight against her limbs, adding to her bondage. Then he locked a thick metal collar around her neck, and he attached a chain to its D-ring. Finally, using that chain like a leash, he led her for a walk like a dog.