Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 6: Horseback riding

"Which of you is Aurelie?"

Aurelie was awoken with a start. She had been rolled in a ball in the filth. She stared around her, looking quite shocked and lost. She shook her head and the mass of sticky mud that was her hair hardly moved, sticking to her face and back. There was hardly a bit of her skin that was not covered in mud. The stinking coating had dried here and there. She moaned as she realised this had not been a nightmare and glared at Pablo's joyful face.

"Hope you had a nice sleep and a nourishing breakfast. Today we are going to relax a little with some horseback riding," he continued, feigning not to notice the poisoned bullets her eyes were shooting at him.

Without even entering the filthy pen, Pablo unlocked the heavy chain from the wall ring and coiled it until he had a two-metre-long leash. He yanked on it, causing the heavy steel collar to dig into the French girl's throat and forcing her to crawl on her stumps. Ignoring her fierce, furious squeals, he tugged her along the long path to the Hacienda. They passed by the cactus garden and a beautiful garden adorned with softly chanting fountains, statues of bound nymphs and colourful flowers and then continued along the path leading to the stables. Pablo was a wealthy man since his Cum-Over-That-Pic smart-phone application had over-flooded the market of mobile perverts. Of course the poor Aurelie could hardly appreciate her host's tastes in her present state. She was kept constantly focused on keeping her balance as she crawled on her stumps along the rough paths. Her knees and elbows were killing her while her hands and feet had long lost any feeling, with the scarce blood supply they were receiving.

It was early morning but the sun was already quite warm and Aurelie had worked a decent coat of sweat under the mud and pig-shit crust. She was panting heavily, hurrying two metres behind Pablo, yanked hard by her neck whenever she was too slow. Her dangling breasts kept bouncing madly under her, causing a dull pain in her mammaries. At last they reached the stables and he led her into one of the stalls which was occupied by a beautiful black stallion. Exhausted by the long, difficult crawl, Aurelie let herself fall into the hay, panting and aching. She had renounced to protest and plead by now.

Pablo removed the now dirty sleeves that had been holding her arms bent since the last day, and quickly tied a rope around each wrist. As the blood rushed back painfully into her limbs, Aurelie moaned through her ring gag. She tried to move her arms, to prevent Pablo from tying the rope but her muscles were paralysed by cramps and would not obey her. Pablo pulled on the ropes, forcing her to hobble on her still-sheathed legs until she was right under the horse. Doing so, he forced her arms to unfold and Aurelie screamed loud. It felt as if he had just broken her elbow joint. She had been confined in this position for so long, using her elbows to support her weight that the bones were blocked in position. Pablo did not care as he passed the ropes on each side of the animal and pulled on them until Aurelie's chest and face were pressed against the rear part of the stallion's belly. Then he tied the strands together over the mount's back. Aurelie was moaning softly, her arms helpless once again, balanced on her knee caps. It  looked very much as if she were hugging the horse tight.

After having checked that the knots were secure, Pablo repeated the operation of the girl's legs, tying the ankle ropes over the base of the stallion's neck. Finally, he connected the two ropes by a third one going along the animal's spine. Aurelie was now hanging by her four limbs under the belly of the horse, her head facing its rear. Through the stench of the pig-litter crust that was covering her body, she could smell the strong odour of the horse, as well as feel the short, stiff hair of its belly rubbing against her front. She was not pressed too tightly against the be furry belly. About two centimetres were separating her from the horse.

Pablo then mounted on his mare, tying the stallion's reins to his saddle. With a kick of heel, he started the ride at an easy pace. “If by the time we return to the stables, you are riding that stallion on its back, like the beautiful Amazon I expect you to be, then you will have passed the test and you will spend the rest of the day and tomorrow relaxing in my jacuzzi. If you fail the test, there will be no rest for you, and you'll be subjected to a new test,” he said.

Aurelie was swinging slowly under the horse's belly, in rhythm with its leisurely pace. She was still trying to recover some strength in her itching and cramped limbs. In her position, she could not see much. Her horizon was limited to the animal's lower belly. If she turned her head, her arms were blocking half of her field of sight. As they walked gently, progressively she felt her limbs getting stronger. She began to flex them, testing her strength and the extent of her freedom. With her four limbs spread and hugging the wide hairy belly, she had not much purchase. Still she thought it would feasible to climb up the horse side if she proceeded carefully.

She flexed right arm and leg while pushing on her left-hand limbs. Her fingers grasped the animal's hair to avoid gliding back down. She then stretched her right-hand limbs higher again. Progressively, centimetre by centimetre, she was climbing up the right-hand flank of the stallion. Her head was beginning to emerge from under the belly when Pablo, twisting her torso on his saddle to look at her, said, “Maybe you don’t notice it anymore, but you really really stink. We gotta fix that”

Saying so, Pablo led the animals into a river. Aurelie tried to climb faster up the horse side but she was not quick enough. The cold water engulfed her and soon she was completely underwater. Pablo was leading his horse slowly and it took an infinite time to cross the river. Aurelie had taken a deep breath and was holding tight on the animal's hair, resisting the strong current that was trying to make her drop back down. Her mouth was kept wide open by the ring-gag and she gulped down copious amounts of water. As the horses emerged on the opposite bank of the river, the French girl had managed to maintain her grip. However, she was soaked to the bone and dripping water on the ground. Her hair was matted together and its weight, added to that of her heavy steel collar, was forcing her head down at strange angle. The water had also washed her thoroughly and only some deeply encrusted mud was still soiling her body.

She only had the time to take a couple of deep panting breaths before Pablo reined his mare back across the river. This time, the body of the stallion was somewhat protecting Aurelie from the current, but her muscles were beginning to tire. She doubted that she could resist much longer like that. But she succeeded and when the stallion climbed up the bank, Aurelie was still clinging to its flank. Pablo grinned and made his mount perform a new turn. When she saw that they were once again heading for the river, Aurelie protested loudly. This is unfair! He is going to dip me back and forth until I can no longer hold! she fumed.

Once again she received the full force of the river on her body. After two long forced dives, her lungs were burning and her muscles tiring. This time she could not hold any longer. The whirling water pulled her down, back to her original position. This time, Pablo hardly moved out of the river. He spun his horse back immediately upon setting foot on dry land and Aurelie hardly had the time to fill her lungs. This fourth crossing was the worst. It seemed to last for hours. Aurelie's lungs were craving for air and she breathed in some water. When she emerged at last, she vomited half a litre of liquid.

The horses were walking again along a trail. Aurelie was drenched and devastated. She kept coughing and puking water. Her head was hanging loosely under her, her long, soaked hair wiping the ground dust. She was helplessly trying to recover her breathing, quite unable to do anything else.

Things definitely got worse when Pablo spurred his mare into a gentle trot. The shaking movement made the girl jump around and tug on her limbs with each step. The coils of rope were digging into her wrists and ankles, her own weight yanking on them. Aurelie had somewhat recovered from her half-drowning but was now quite unable to climb again up the animal's flanks. She was holding the ropes tight in her hands and was trying her best to prevent the rope from cutting into her flesh. She screamed, trying to make Pablo understand that she could not bear any more but either he did not hear her, or did not care.

Pablo then decided to push the horses into a full gallop. Cruelly, he led them over all types of vegetation. The rhythm was now smoother, much less jerky than the trot but the speed as so high that whenever a blade of grass or a sapling was tall enough to reach Aurelie's body, she was severely whipped. The worst that those were her crotch and buttocks that were the most exposed. Sharp branches scratched the whole length of her back, leaving long, thin red lines from her butt to her shoulders. Her head was constantly yanked as her hair got entangled into bushes and thorns. Strands of hair were torn from her scalp, causing additional agony. The worst was when the stallion jumped over bushes: Aurelie's body got then slapped and scratched with incredible force. It seemed to her that her limbs were going to be stretched  longer, or even torn from their sockets.

However, the horses were rapidly tiring at this gate. Pablo slowed down to a fast pace. The stallion was now sweating abundantly, filling Aurelie's nostril with the strong smell and dripping perspiration on her helpless naked body. Her belly and breasts were red from continuous rubbing against the horse stiff under-belly hair. By now, Aurelie was quite shocked and exhausted. Her crotch, butt and back were like in fire and all she wished for was for the mad jerking and bouncing of her body to stop. She was moaning continuously.

Pablo noticed a clearing sporting several dense patches of nettles. He head toward them and made sure to pass several times over each patch, slowly enough to make sure Aurelie's limp body would remain for a few seconds in contact with the poisonous invisible needles. To the throbbing of the severe beating and whipping was added the burning and itching of those nasty natural toxins. Aurelie's tenderised flesh began to burst with punk bumps that were driving her mad with the urge to scratch them.

But the time had come to turn around and head back to the hacienda. The horses were tired and Pablo was leading them at a comfortable pace. He looked frequently over his shoulder and whenever it seemed to him that Aurelie was trying to grip her mount's hair, she spurred her mare into a trot, until the weakened French redhead had been forced to let go off her hold. He was now quite sure that she would fail the test and began to whistle merrily the "Cucurrucucu Paloma" theme. But more humiliation was in store for his guest...

This was a warm day and the stallion had now passed nearly one hour behind Pablo's mare, her genitalia only a couple of metres in front of his nostrils. As they walked at a leisurely pace, it started to have an effect on the male horse. To Aurelie's dismay, she saw something starting to move between the horse's legs, growing bigger and bigger. The stallion's dark penis was swelling and throbbing to an incredible size.  It soon started to slap and bounce against her face. All the bound girl could do was to turn her face away, trying to prevent the stinking, disgusting rod of male flesh from entering her wide-gaping, ring-gagged mouth.

When Pablo noticed what was happening, he almost fell from his mare from laughing. Aurelie's disgusted face was so comical. He shortened the stallion's reins to bring him closer to the mare's rear, and hopefully increase his arousal. The manoeuvre succeeded beyond his hopes. Soon enough the cock had reached a shocking length and was now wedged between Aurelie's planturous breasts and the stallion's belly. Aurelie's chest was slick with her and the horse's sweat and her breasts were brought together by the position of her arms. Trapped between the greasy mammaries, moving back and forth in rhythm with the walk, the giant cock continued to grow, getting both thicker and longer. Aurelie could not believe her eyes. She would never have thought a horse penis could be that long. Its stench was horrendous and as bead of sweat dripped from it onto her face she was on the verge of puking.

After a few minutes, she felt a warm, sticky liquid burst all over her chest and navel. A strong, foul, musky stench wafted toward her face. She began to retch, disgusted beyond all limits. Worse: when the exhausted, giant cock began to shrink, it left a long smear of sperm along her sternum and began to drip all over her face, in spite of her desperate attempts to twist her head out of the way. It remained like that, resting limply on her cheek, drooling its revolting fluid on her throat, until they reached the stables. She did not dare to move her head, fearing that the cock might touch the inside of her mouth. As they entered the stallion's stall, Aurelie was relieved. She knew she had once again failed her test, but she would at least get rid of that horrible animal.

Chapter 7: In the sewers

Pablo untied her legs, the sudden change in the weight distribution of her body causing her to push her face into the animal's crotch. Her eyes were pressing right into the large, hairy testicles while the cock was dangling between her breasts. Aurelie felt her ankles, and then her knees being fixed tightly together with several leather straps. Then a belt was fixed to her waist before her wrists were finally released. Before she had time to react, they were quickly placed at her sides and fixed there with two tight leather manacles that protruded from her waist band. In a matter of seconds, Aurelie had once again been made helpless with no possibility to protest or safe-word out.

He carried her like a bag of potatoes to one of the entrances of the main house of the hacienda, and then down some stairs into the basement. Aurelie was struggling and kicking on his shoulder, twisting her body like a caterpillar and uttering ridiculous sounds through her gaping and drooling gagged mouth. Pablo felt her sweat and some of the stallion's cum stick to his colourful shirt. With a curse, he realised that he might have to trash it afterwards. He dropped her on the floor, next to a 20-kg stone with a  chain fixed to it. Pablo wrapped the chain twice around her ankles, over the leather straps, and then once around the coils, before padlocking it to itself, leaving about 50 centimetres of chain between her ankles and the rough rock ball. Then he opened a grating in the floor that was covering a steep tube leading to the centuries old sewer system. He pushed the heavy rock with his feet until it fell into the round hole. Aurelie's feet were yanked hard and Pablo, pulled her until she was sitting with her legs dangling in the hole, stretched down by the stone. The scared girl was still frantically trying to communicate with him, pleading with her eyes, making strange sounds and contorting her strapped-down arms. The stench coming out of the hole was auguring well about what could be found at its bottom. Her heart was beating fast. What's this new ordeal. Doesn't he understand I have had enough? Or is he just going to trash me into the septic pit never to be found? she was telling to herself.

"Down that slide is the sewer system of the hacienda," Pablo said, in the same pedantic voice he used to speak about the ancient Mayas and the geological curiosities of the region. "Your task will be to search for a way out. I'll give you a few hours of head start before coming to look for you. If I find you first, you'll have failed this challenge and will have to face a new one. Oh, by the way, I'm going to lock this grating as soon as you'll have plunged in, so don't bother climbing back."

Ignoring his guest's pathetic squealing, he grabbed her under her armpits and was about to let her glide down the hole when he let her fall back on her butt. Aurelie let out a sigh or relief.

"Oh! I almost forgot this!" he said, pulling a small booklet from his back pocket. Aurelie tried to see what it was in the dim light and finally recognized a French passport. My passport! The bastard has looked through my purse and luggage! She frowned and glared at Pablo, scandalised at this breach of her privacy. But Pablo just ignored her and continued, "I'm gonna flush this down a random toilet. If you manage to find it during your exploration, make sure to take it with you. Mexican custom officers will never let you return to France without it, I'm afraid. You'll probably have to wait a couple of weeks for a new passport to be sent to you. But never fear! Should that happen you can always count on my legendary hospitality!"

Aurelie started to utter an angry protest while shaking her head but Pablo immediately cut her short by pushing her into the hole. The poor French girl tried to bend her body at an angle. She managed to hook her body over the rim of the hole, even though the heavy stone was pulling hard on her bound legs. Mercilessly, Pablo pulled on her filthy hair and forced her to unbend enough to slide some more into the narrow hole. He pushed on her the top of her head with his shoe, pushing her even deeper. Then he used the heavy grating to press on her scared face. There was a loud clang. Aurelie's terror could be seen on her face through the holes between the thick bars as the Mexican caballero clicked a thick padlock in place. Aurelie remained a few more seconds, looking pitifully at him through the grid, but she was sliding down helplessly, pulled by the stone chained to her feet, her skin sliding on the greasy walls. Then, with a heart-freezing screech, she disappeared in the darkness, sucked into the stinking bowels of the hacienda.

During a couple of seconds, Aurelie felt herself gliding down into pitch darkness. She could feel bricks rubbing against her skin on all sides. The stench was increasing. And suddenly she landed into water; filthy, smelly water. She was inside a narrow tube of bricks, half filled with a dark liquid that streaming down around her bound body. A dim light was coming from somewhere in front of her, just enough to see her grim surroundings. The stench was suffocating. She was laying in it, the foul liquid reaching the middle of her body. She was on her belly and she had to keep her head high to breathe. If taking in this air thick with miasmas and putrefied gases could still be called breathing. Her hair was soaking in the squalid liquid. The air, the water, the walls were cold. The gutter was so narrow that her shoulders, arms and hips were pressing against the walls on both sides.

Aurelie decided to follow the stream. It had to get out somewhere and this was her best way to find and exit without getting lost in the underground maze. Moreover, it was probably going to get wider down. She rolled on her back and then tried to crawl forward. She flexed her legs and felt the big stone dragging against the floor. At some point, she felt her knee touching the ceiling and could not fold her legs any more. Then she pushed on her heels while rocking and twisting her torso, slowly gliding forward, until her legs were flat in the filthy water again. This was going to be a slow crawl...

The leather straps were digging and biting into her flesh as she moved. Her muscles were bulging in between them as they tried to work, causing more pain. The bricks were scratching and chaffing her skin. Her eyes were burning in the strong, foul gases that filled the air. Aurelie was exhausted and aching from everywhere. But she was eager to leave this place. It seemed that Pablo would never leave her alone until she would have succeeded one of his so-called tests. She was not sure whether he had grown crazy or if he had planned this from the beginning. Her only hope seemed that he would recollect his self if she managed to win a challenge.

And thus, Aurelie was crawling in the filth-loaded liquid streaming down the sewers. After having crawled down for a dozen of metres, the tunnel was joined by another one and the next segment was a bit wider and higher. There was more water as well, but as it could spread itself over a wider section, its force seemed weaker. The bound woman could crawl a little faster here as the ceiling was high enough to allow ample room to her knees. The floor seemed covered with a slick carpet of bacteria and it was easier to glide her back and butt along it. It was as close to surfing as one could get with a heavy stone chained to one's feet. She rapidly tobogganed down that slide for thirty more metres. A few other sewer pipes joined the main course adding more filthy water. Some showered her from above, splashing all over her front side, soaking her thoroughly in their ordure.

The level of the water was growing around her until only her firm breasts and her face emerged. But Aurelie did not care. Actually, she was welcoming it. Indeed, this was making her and the stone lighter and easier to move. Also, it meant that she was soon going to reach the outlet of the sewer system. And finally, the more water she collected, the more chance she had to find her passport. The only disadvantage was that now and then a wave of putrid matter fell into her gaping mouth, sending her into a frenzy of coughing and puking, forcing her to turn on her belly to vomit the filth.

As she progressed, the stench in the air became heavier, thicker. Putrefaction gases were beginning to make her cough and brought tears to her burning eyes. There also was a roar growing louder and louder. And then, at the end of those wider 30-metres, the tunnel suddenly funnelled into a much narrower pipe where the water was rushing and swirling. The stench had grown atrocious, to the limit of what was bearable. Aurelie was panting as she had to process four times more air in order to filter out the oxygen her body was needing. She stopped a moment at the entrance, trying to peer into the tunnel. Nothing could be seen...

Anyway, I must try! she decided. She took a dozen of quick breath and then entered the tunnel. Her body was now taking most of the place and the water began to pack above her and whirl around her limbs. She had to lift her head and press her face against the slime-covered ceiling in order to keep her nose out of the water. As for her gagged mouth, it was almost constantly below the surface and the horrid taste of urine, feces and trash saturated her tongue and nose receptors. She tried to crawl as fast as she could, dragging her stone behind her. As soon as her legs entered the narrow section, she could hardly lift knees and had to progress in short, fast moves.

Three metres later, the top of her skull banged against something metallic. She twisted her torso and neck ,trying to see what was blocking her way. The waft of toxic gas that hit her face made her nauseous. She blinked, her eyes barely above the filthy brew surface. There, two thick bars crossed through the tunnel were barring her way. On the other side, the water was cascading into a large, deadly septic pit. There was no obvious outlet, and anyway the bars were too sturdy to be trespassed. Aurelie realised she would have to go back.

This was more easily conceived than realised. The pressure of the sewer water tended to push her against the bars. And now she had to push the stone instead of dragging it. Added to the burning of her lungs and the nausea she was feeling, it made for the most inhumanly atrocious three metres she had ever crossed. When at last her head emerged out of that dark rectum of bricks, she was utterly exhausted. She puked several times before being able to recover some countenance.

In the wider tunnel, she managed to turn so as to be perpendicular to the sewer axis. In that position, her body curled over itself along the curvature of the tunnel, she rested a moment, coughing and vomiting on her breasts, the bile being immediately washed away by the current. She took a couple of minutes to rest and recover, and gather new strength. She had been following a wrong strategy and would have now to crawl upstream and explore the sewers ramification.

She was at this point of her reflections when she saw something floating on the stream in her direction. She soon realised that it was something that looked very much like a drenched passport, probably hers. It was rushing toward her rapidly. Immediately, she manoeuvred herself to place her right hand on the probably trajectory of the identity paper. Bound as she was, it was no easy matter. Alas, at the last moment, a small, short-lived whirlpool made it deviate from its course and pass out of her reach. With a scream and a huge effort, she yanked her legs and the stone chained to them down stream. She clamped the precious booklet between her bound knees and the sloping wall. Yes! I got it! But now it was another matter to grab it. Slowly, carefully, she began to bend over so as to bring her fingers closer to the passport. But doing so, she felt the passport begin glide again. She froze, hardly daring to breathe. But anyway, she could feel the passport being pushed by the water, and suddenly it was wiped away. This time, she managed to catch it between her feet. But the water pressure was so high there that again she felt it slide out of her grip. Before she had time to do anything, her papers were washed away. With a scream of horror, she saw them whirling and disappearing into the narrow tunnel, lost for ever. Her scream of rage echoed throughout the sewer system.

Aurelie looked at it with an expression of bewilderment. She could not believe that Pablo had indeed put his threat to execution. He has dumped my passport, the bastard! He really does not want me to leave this country, that barbarous sod! She was now realising that she might never get out even of this hacienda, or of those sewers. Does he really intend to come and rescue me? This guy is a sociopath! A serial killer! And Internet predator! How can I have been so stupid! I did not even tell anybody whom I was going to see in Mexico! Everybody thinks I am touring on my own. It might take weeks before someone finds my secret Google account and read the mails I have exchanged with him. Shall I survive until then?

She let herself slide down into the water again and began crawling back on her steps, upstream. Six metres later she reached the first affluent tunnel. She had decided to explore them methodically and thus she entered it, dragging her stone behind her. The chain was rubbing into her raw flesh now and it was getting increasingly painful. The tunnel was narrower of course and once again she found herself having some difficulties with her knees hitting the ceiling. It was tortuous too and she had to contort her body in S shapes to pass some of the turns. The water was carrying pieces of food detritus, as if it were coming from the kitchen. The stench had progressively switched from that of public toilets to rotten vegetables.

She began to hear little squeaks ahead. And suddenly, just after a turn of the tunnel she saw them: four fat, ugly, black rats were busy rummaging around a heap of rotten potatoes somehow blocked in the middle of the tunnel. Aurelie was probably as scared by them as they were by her. She felt her hair stand up on her scalp and froze. The rats too froze for a very short moment, and then, with sharp screeches ran away, only to stop a little farther and peek at her with their little red eyes. Slowly, Aurelie began to back up, away from the hungry rodents. The tunnel was too narrow for her to turn around and thus she had to crawl backward, pushing the 20-kg stone with her feet. When they saw that the girl was retreating, the rats felt encouraged. They began to follow her, and even to get closer, their pointy noses sniffing around. The air was thick with Aurelie fear pheromones. She could almost see them grinning cruelly at her.

They came closer and closer, prudent, always on the verge of leaping away. Aurelie, with her hands strapped to her flanks could do nothing to scare her. She tried to scream, and it did scare them a couple of times, but then the intelligent creatures understood that barking was not equivalent to biting and they did not seem to care any longer. When they felt strong enough to get within centimetres from her sweaty face, Aurelie began to panic. With her mouth kept achingly wide open by the ring gag, she was totally defenceless. She began to wipe her head from side to side, threatening to knock the rats or crush them against the walls. But in fact, her moves were way too slow to do any bad, and the rats knew it well.

One of them ran and leaped past her waving face. Aurelie screamed a high-pitched screech as she felt tiny claws scrambling on her shoulder and then on her back. Then she fell its teeth, biting hard into her shoulder. She screamed again. A rivulet of blood dripped down. The three remaining rats got frantic as they smelled it. All together, they leaped at her. One of them even jumped on her face and climbed it, using her lips, nose and eyebrows to support its progress. Its paws got so near her eyes that she had to close them to protect them from scratches. Aurelie shook her head frantically to get rid of the intruder but the more she struggled, the more it embedded its nails into her skin. It got interested with her tongue, which was clearly visible in her wide-gaping mouth. Closing its hands on the screaming girl's upper lip, it shoved its head into the wide, noisy orifice. Aurelie felt its whiskers inside her mouth and howled even louder.

Meanwhile, the two others had reached her firm breasts and had settled on them, in spite of her fierce bucking. They were rummaging around, sniffing on her breasts. The first rat, the most curious of them all, got tired of her shoulder and went down her sternum and belly to explore her crotch, attracted by the musky smell that exuded from there. It began to nose the fleshy petals of her labia, which seemed quite succulent to it. Aurelie was yanking frantically on the straps holding her wrists. Her arms were contorting on her flanks, her fingers were reaching for her crotch.  The rat's tail was agonizingly close to her fingers, but just out of reach. She was screaming loud  and sweating profusely. She kept banging her knees against the ceiling as she wanted to kick the rodents away. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain exploding in her right nipple. The rat had just shoved its teeth into it. The pain rendered Aurelie mad with fear. She managed to roll over, crushing the two rats that were on her chest under her weight. Scared, the two remaining attackers, leapt from her body and scrambled away as fast as they could.

Aurelie was panting hard and trembling. She did not dare to explore further that tunnel. Instead, she crawled back to the main tunnel. Once there, she progressed a few metres upstream and then climbed into an affluent whose water looked more transparent, less smelly. This time it seemed that she was progressing in the right direction. At least, the stench was getting less strong and sometimes she even felt a waft of fresh air passing over, as if that tunnel was somehow connected to the outdoor. Even the water was clearer. It was more muddy than really filthy.

Unfortunately, the sewer tube was also getting narrower and narrower. She had less and less room to move her legs and at some point she could not even lift her knees enough to push on her heels, as she used to do. Still, she could feel the fresh air more definitely by now. She must be close to an opening. She could even hear the pigs grunting as she was probably not far from their pen. With difficulty, she twisted herself until she had rolled over to her belly. In that position, she could use her toes to push herself forward. Dragging the heavy stone had just become much harder. Moreover, her breasts kept being dragged and flattened under her chest too, causing additional suffering. But the prospect of being free soon was giving her the motivation and courage to continue her progression.

After crawling on her belly for a dozen metres, she reached a point where further progress was almost impossible. To make things worse, there was a small indentation in the wall where a brick had broken and been washed away,  and the rock and chain she was pulling behind her had got stuck. She pulled and yanked on the chain with all the strength of her legs but she could not dislodge it. Crawling forward in that narrow tube had been difficult enough, but moving backwards seemed almost impossible.

As she was squirming vainly trying to crawl back by pushing on her shoulders and breasts, she heard a metallic sound some distance in front of her, followed by the sound of rushing water. A long stream of filthy water whose stench reminded her of the pigs pen hit her in the face and whirled along her body. For long second the tunnel was overflown, leaving her airless and forcing itself into her gaping mouth and then down-to her stomach. As soon as she could lift her head out of the stream, she began to puke uncontrollably, vomiting litre after litre of the brownish liquid. Once the nasty tsunami was gone, she realised that it had pushed her a little backwards. Her feet were now resting against the stone, instead of being 50 cm in front of it. She was once again soaked with pig urine but at least she had now a hope of getting herself unstuck. Using her toes and the ball of her feet, she managed to roll the stone backward some more. This allowed to crawl backward again and repeat the operation.

She back-crawled like that for ten metres. The exercise proved even more difficult than moving forward. When she arrived to the point where she could again roll over on her back, she was exhausted. Her face was extinguished under the filthy entangled mess of her hair and it had become difficult for her her to breathe normally. As she was gathering her last forces, she felt the stone rolling away from her, and then her legs were yanked. She was dragged backward on some distance, unable to see what was happening. The dragging stopped and she managed to roll on her back again and look beyond her legs. A flash-light was blinding her, but she could distinguish a man whose face was hidden under a gas mask. He was wearing rubber pants and boots. She recognized Pablo. He had found her before she had managed to reach the exit. She felt her heart sink as she realised she had failed the test once again...