Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 8: Birthday party

"Glad you decided to stay with me some more" were Pablo's first words as she removed the gas mask after he had dragged her out of the sewers. "This is Friday evening, so I have decided to give you some rest. There will be no new test now."

He carried her to a long courtyard and left her on the ground in the middle of it. He then took a hose and began to clean the stinking girl. The cold, powerful stream of water hit her like a fist, pushing her on the stone floor. He was aiming especially at her sensitive regions. Aurelie could hardly breathe in the strong jet. Her skin and flesh were hollowing where the water was hitting her. But progressively, most of the filth was ousted from her body. He finally cut off the water, leaving her shivering and dripping on the floor.

"Remember I promised you a jacuzzi? Imagine the comforting streams of warm liquid... Well, rejoice: I'm willing to let you experience something similar to that!"

She was then dragged away along the hacienda, while Pablo whistled La Bamba. He led her to a door that led into a small room, or rather a closet. The only piece of furniture in that room was a table. A hole was pierced through the back wall. The Mexican caballero pulled the table a little and then made Aurelie lie on her back over it. He fixed her waist belt to the table by means of several turns of rope. Another rope over her breast and under her armpits finished the binding of the French girl, now securely attached to the table.

He started pushing the table, making sure her head was aligned with the hole on the wall. She noticed that its was covered with a rubber membrane with a narrower orifice through it. He pushed until her mane and then her whole head were squeezed through the orifice. It was dark in the other room, she could not see anything, but there was a smell of ammonia in the damp air. While she was trying to find where she was, she felt her knees and ankles being released from the straps, and quickly reattached so that they were hanging from the wall, her legs spread open, her crotch fully exposed and somewhat raised from the edge of the table. Pablo gave her a gentle caress on her very dirty private parts and then left.

Aurelie tried to move. She pulled on her legs, contorted her torso, but she could not move. She was well secured and would not leave this position without help. How long am I going to wait like that? The position was not really comfortable. The table was hard against her back, and her head was hanging upside down in the dark. She could feel that her wet hair was not hanging freely but was resting on some support, not far under her head. She clacked her tongue and then noise reverberated easily around her. This allowed her to guess that she was in a medium-sized, mostly empty room. She lifted her head to relieve the pressure on the nap of her neck but could not help the position for long and let it go down, the back of her head resting against something hard and flat.

A few minutes later, Aurelie heard a door being opened in the room where her head was, and she moaned in misery as the light was turned on and she realised where she was: it was a bathroom, more specifically a men’s bathroom, even more specifically, her head was hanging upside-down in the middle of an urinal. Her once proud hair was now soaked with the stinking substance that was stagnating in the bottom of the recipient. She shook her head in disbelief and uttered a protest, her eyes blinking in the cold light. She recognized Pablo, grinning at her from the entrance.

“Today is the birthday of one of the hacienda workers, and we are having a party," he said. The beers are already cold, only waiting for the men to finish work and come over. And there will be a birthday surprise behind the other door. Well, for him and all the other guests who want to take a part of you. I must make sure everything is ready." Pablo went to the other door, where the rest of her body was fixed, and with soapy water and a sponge, he started cleaning the smelly crotch area of the French girl.

About an hour had passed, when she could hear 'banda' music and laughter on the outside. Suddenly, everything got quiet, soon followed by a burst of laughter and whistling. Aurelie did not understand Spanish language but she easily recognized words like "puta" and "culo" (whore and ass). Pablo had just opened the door to the closet in front of the 20 rancheros gathered for the celebration.

Manuel, the man whose birthday was thus celebrated, entered the closet and closed the door behind him. He started by fondling her pussy, and then with not much foreplay, she felt the tip of his cock pushing against her sex. She tried to protect herself, to close her thighs, but her legs were inescapably bound apart and there was nothing she could to prevent the man from raping her. She could not even see his face, which somehow was even more degrading. She was quite unprepared and her vagina was as dry as dust. The big ranchero's cock forced its way into her body with little care, its sweat and filth providing the only bit of lubrication. She soon felt strong, rough hands mauling her firm breasts, adding to her misery.

That part of her degradation was barely starting when another worker entered the bathroom. He was so surprised by that pair of panicked eyes looking at him below that wide-gaping gagged mouth that he immediately called the others. Soon the room as filled with sweaty, smelly rancheros in jeans and T-shirt or just bare-chest, laughing at the poor girl's plight. Aurelie was grunting rhythmically as she was raped violently on the other side of the wall. Then the man remembered what he had been about to do. He unzipped his dirty jeans and pulled out a monstrous, sweaty cock. It was only a few centimetres from the French girl's face and its fishy smell invaded her nostrils, making her wrinkle her nose. He was soon directing a warm, yellow stream at her defenceless face. He tried to aim at her wide open mouth, but he sometimes missed and the urine entered her flaring nostrils instead. As Manuel was humping heavily on her, she began to cough uncontrollably as she had difficulties to swallow and moan at the same time.

Finally the first man spurted his cum inside her vagina. He left, soon replaced by another one, and her rape continued without her even seeing the face of her aggressors. Her pussy was raw from the unstopping rape and in spite of being lubricated by litres of sperm. At one point, a man found her pussy so much dripping with cum, 'atole' as he called it, that he decided to go for her other orifice, which at least was partially lubricated by all the cum that oozed out of her pussy and dribbled along her ass crack to land on the floor.

On the other side of the wall, the situation was hardly better. The men had dunk a lot of beer and soon there was a line to enter the bathroom, symmetric to the one that was leading to the closet door. Her face was almost constantly target by a hot stream of urine, forcing her to keep her eyes tightly clenched. Breathing was a problem too as her nostrils were full of the stinking liquid, and she had to swallow as fast as she could to get gasp of air into her lungs before a new man took the place of the one preceding him. At one point she cursed her long mane, as it was clogging the drain, causing the stinking liquid level to rise up to her eyes.

Carlos, one muscular man that had been herding cows all day had brought along his cattle prod. When he entered the closet, Aurelie had been continuously raped for one hour. Sperm was oozing from both her pussy and anus and she was hardly reacting any more. He decided that the girl needed some encouragement to get out of her stupor. He inserted the twin prods of his tool into her cum-filled orifices and pressed the button for a few seconds. Aurelie's body arched, her legs yanked violently on their restraints, she howled to the top of her tired lungs while her eyes seemed to bulge out of their socket. She struggled powerfully, all her muscles bulging under her sweaty skin, desperately trying to break her binds. Carlos then target her tits, shooting electricity into them. This caused more horrible howling to escape her gaping mouth while her body thrashed about as far as her restraints allowed it. It was strange for him to hear the screams coming form the other room. as if it was another woman being tortured.

Finally, after two hours of continuous rape and urinating, the party was over and the men went back home. Aurelie remained for some time in that position, her head bathing in the pooled urine the hacienda's workers and her crotch covered and filled with their sperm. Her eyes and throat were burning. The taste and stench was saturating her senses. Her nether orifices were raw and aching from over-use.

Chapter 9: The ant nest

The next morning, Pablo released her legs and waist belt from the closet and, hooking a leash to her heavy collar, led her out of the hacienda again. Her drenched, stinking hair was dribbling piss all over her body and rivulets of sperm were snaking down her thighs as she followed the tug. She was exhausted and her whole body was aching. Again, she tried to plead, to excite the Mexican caballero's pity. But her ruined looks and gagged mouth were playing against her, and Pablo's heart was not easily troubled by a bound and naked girl's pleads. He led her some distance in front of the hacienda, right under the noon sun. Flies were busy swarming around the stinking girl.

She saw a high and wide square frame made of steel pipes. A one-metre-wide circular metal plate was lying on the ground just underneath. Pablo encased Aurelie's waist with a kind of metal belt. A small ring was embedded into its back. He made her sit on the plate her back against a steel post protruding in its centre, making sure it was threaded through the belt ring. He then pulled her left leg against the side post of the frame and chained it in place before doing the same with her right leg. Her feet were place off the ground, a little higher than her butt. Her legs were now wide apart, stretched on each side of her body, as if she was doing a split.

Then Pablo closed a shackle on each of her wrists. Those were tied to a long rope that went over pulley fixed to the horizontal frame over her and came back down, tied to a pair of chains. Pablo tightened them around the base of each of her breasts, constricting the flesh and making it bulge obscenely. A small padlock under each breast locked them in that position. Her hands were pulled high over her head. Pulling on them would tug on her breasts.

At first the girl suspected that would be her plight for this test, but the cruel Mexican had more to add to her predicament. He released two small hooks on the circular plate she was sitting on, which allowed them to separate it in two parts, which he removed from under the chained girl. Aurelie was now sitting directly on the soft earth. Almost immediately she felt something moving under her buttocks. Her skin began to itch. Looking down, she discovered with horror that she was actually sitting right in the middle of huge ant nest. Red ants were already swarming out of their underground tunnels to explore the body of helpless French girl. The ants were crawling up on both sides of her crotch, impeded by the curly hair protecting her vulva. They began to explore her thighs and belly. Meanwhile, others were scouting their way up the crack of her butt. Their tiny legs were slightly tickling her as they continued their progress up her body, reaching her breasts, her armpits, her face.

At this moment, Pablo took a stick and began to stir the earth around Aurelie's butt, turning it over. The ants began to whirl around angrily, brandishing their mandibles furiously as their nest was disturbed. Then Pablo rubbed his stick against his guest's belly, squashing a dozen ants on her skin. Finally, using it as a switch, he began to crush ants all around her stretched legs and on her torso. The ants were now getting furious. They could smell the scent of their dying sisters. The pheromones of fear were surrounding them, rendering them crazy with rage. Pablo stirred the nest one last time and then dropped the stick so that it rested against the Aurelie's lower belly. To the angry insects it was now more than clear who their aggressor was, and they began to attack her furiously.

Aurelie felt more and more bites into her inner thighs and buttocks. More ants of the warrior cast, with larger heads and stronger mandibles were rushing out of the destroyed nest. They scrambled over the body of the poor girl, biting her skin and injecting their venom into her flesh. As she squirmed and moaned, she crushed more ants, including some pupae that industrious workers were relocating after the destruction of their nursery. The ants were trying to make her run away, to scare her and make her stop her supposed attack, but the more they bit her, the more she squirmed and destroyed their underground nest.

Her legs were now covered with the furious hymenopterans. Some had managed to crawl through the bush of her pubic hair and were now attacking the soft flesh of her pussy lips. With her legs stretched so wide apart, her vulva was wide open, exposing the rosy interior of her sex, as well as her tightly clenched anus. Soon dozens of ant warriors were busy chewing the tender flesh with their strong mandibles while injecting venom. By now, Aurelie was moaning and pleading. Her entire crotch was in fire and her legs were not much better.

As more warriors rushed on her helpless body, they began to crawl higher, attacking her belly and then her breasts. Aurelie was getting mad with the itching and pain. She began to pull on her arms. Her biceps bulged and the chains coiled around her breasts began to dig deeper in her mammary flesh. Her ballooning boobs got tauter and bigger. Their throbbing increased as it felt as if they were about to explode from the internal pressure. Aurelie's face was grimacing. Beads of perspiration dribbled down her forehead and under her armpits. But she kept pulling. Her chained breasts were stretched upwards. Her nipples were nearly rubbing against her chin. Her butt was lifted off the ground. She pulled some more, moaning loud. She was torturing her own chest in order to escape the red ants.

She tried to shake her body to make them fall down but because of her bound legs it was not very efficient, and it caused inhuman pain in her strangled mammaries. Her arms were beginning to tire. They were supporting half of her weight. She pulled harder, bringing her shackled hands at the level of her face. She whipped off a few ants that were exploring her face. Higher, higher... Now she could push on her bound ankles as well. This was also giving some relief to her throbbing breasts. As her hands reached her chest, she began to use her elbows to wipe the ants off her belly. Higher, higher still... Her hands reached her crotch.

She was now almost standing with her legs wide apart, supporting her weight with her wrists, ankles and breasts. She brushed the ants from her sex and anus and hooked her fingers into the flesh of her butt. In that way, she was able give some rest to her trembling arms. How long she could stray like that, she had no idea though. The angry ants were now scrambling up her arms and were furiously attacking her hands which were coated with the haemolymph of their buddies.

Pablo meanwhile had dragged a chair, and was sitting, enjoying her squirms, while he opened the bottle of Bordeaux wine she had brought as a present.

How long did Aurelie maintained herself in the air? Three minutes? Maybe five? Many ants had fallen off her. And those remaining were tiring and not as virulent as they used to be. But gravity was fighting against her, and her own muscles were beginning to cramp. Her breasts were so burning in agony that she was sure they were being slowly torn from her chest. Her sweaty palms kept gliding on her sweaty buttocks. At some point, she was unable to hold on any longer. Her finger nails left ten long streaks in her buttocks as her fingers were helplessly dragged away. She tried to resist but as soon as her hands lost their grip, gravity acted in full and she crashed on the ground with a scream of pain.

The red ants attacked her even more fierce-fully. They scrambled up her torso in dense cohorts, biting wherever her skin was thinner, more tender. They were tightly packed around over her taut areolae and over her nipples, chewing cruelly at the sensitive flesh. With her arms stretched over her head, the poor Aurelie could do nothing. She tried to lift herself a couple of times, but her arms were yet too tired. Meanwhile, the ants continued their journey, attacking her armpits and then moving to her face. They swarmed into her gaping, helpless mouth, into her nostrils and even all around her panicked eyes. The skin was so sensitive there. Aurelie was desperately shaking her head, unable to scare them away. She was getting crazy with pain and fear. They are going to eat me alive! she thought, her heart beating loud and fast.

The pain grew stronger and stronger. The venom was slowly adding up into her body, driving her dizzy. And after about one hour of intense suffering, Aurelie passed out, hanging limply by her arms, her skin covered with the red swarming insects that kept chewing on her exposed flesh.