Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 10: Dipping

When Aurelie regained consciousness, she was being dragged on the ground by her feet. Her breasts had been freed from the chains but they still sported a purple colour. Her skin was red and swollen in several places. Most ants had been brushed off her but a few remained here and there, clinging to her flesh with their mandibles. Pablo forced her on the ground, face down, and tied her hands behind her back with some coarse rope. He made sure the rope was digging hard into her flesh. She was then placed into some kind of wooden pillory. A pair of stocks was holding her ankles vertically and, as they were cranked upwards along two vertical posts, she was made to hang from them. Not completely though, as her shoulders were resting on a wooded panel on the ground. Her feet were about 30 cm from each other.

Then Pablo threaded two bars through the middle of the stocks, each ending in a large, studded dildo. He positioned them so that their tips were just inside her vagina and rectum before fixing them sturdily to the stocks. He tied a new rope to the one binding her wrists and passed it around one thigh and then around the other, just where they joined her crotch. He pulled it tightly, slightly arching her back backward. He completed the arm bondage by a rope cinching the poor girl's elbows together, eliciting pain-filled protests out of her gagged mouth as she was not used to such strictness, and then coiled it several time around her torso. He tested the taut ropes one last time, ensuring her upper body was completely rigid, from hips to shoulders.

Half-hanging from the stocks, Aurelie was looking at him with scared, pleading eyes. What has he invented this time? she was wondering. She knew how creative he could be in his texts, but she would never have imagined he was able to put those into reality. He had always assured her that they were pure fantasies. Now it seemed he was taking assurance and was putting to practice his deepest desires. She was lamenting about her helplessness. If only I was able to talk! I could bring him back to reality! To make him realise I do not want to go that far! Look at my breasts, purple and swollen. Will they ever recover their former shape?

As in response to her thoughts, Pablo squatted next to her and bent over her face, starring straight in her panicked eyes. She began to utter a plea but just at this moment he pulled the wooden panel from under her shoulders. Immediately, she fell with a painful yank on her trapped ankles. He head plunged into a hole filled up to the rim with muddy, stinking water. The water level was well above her chin blocking her breathing. Filthy water entered her gaping mouth and inverted nostrils.

Panicking, she tried to bend her torso up to lift her head out of the water, but because of the way her arms had been bound, she could not do it. The only way to pull her face above the water surface was to flex her knees, and that meant impaling her holes on the two dildos. She had no choice though and she began to pull on her feet. The muscles of her thighs and calves bulged and her legs began to flex. She felt the twin, studded dildo forcing their way into her tight holes, causing pain. She had to force, to rape her own orifices in order to get some fresh air. Eventually her mouth appeared above the foul liquid. She puked the nasty liquid and filled her lungs with air.

As she was blinking, her eyes burning, Pablo squatted by her head and said, “If I have to take you out to save you from drowning, you will have failed the test.”

Aurelie shook her head vehemently while moaning something that might have passed for a "nooooo!" before her leg muscles gave way and her head disappeared again under the foul water. Bubbles came to the surface for one more second and then remained quiet. She was waiting, trying to rest her legs as much as possible before pulling on them again. The wooden stock was digging painfully into her ankles and feet and she knew that soon it would become unbearable.

When her lungs began to burn too much, she lifted again her body. The twin dildos rammed her holes, which were clenched tight because of her anguish, once more. The  her head emerged, dripping with stinking water. She took three deep lungfuls of air and let herself get down. How long can I bear that? she wondered as she was again submerged into the yellowish, dark, putrid liquid. With a careful use of her remaining forces, it appeared that she could bear it very long. She took a regular rhythm of taking three breaths every 30 seconds. In between, she was able to rest her legs enough to pull herself out of the water. And 30 seconds was a time she could manage without too much difficulty. The hardest problem was coming from her ankles, which kept rubbing and grinding against the edges of the stock holes, chaffing them badly.

After one hour of such efforts, her situation had little changed. She was now drenched in her sweat and her legs were trembling a little, but she did not seem to have more difficulty to lift herself out of the water. As she lifted herself for the 150th time, Pablo slid the wooden panel back across the hole, allowing Aurelie to rest her shoulders upon it. I've made it! she thought, unable to believe she had succeeded. I've passed the test! At last! This is the end of all those horrors! I knew he was not a complete sadist, that there is a humane heart beating inside him... She was so relieved. The corners of her mouth were lifting in a strange wide-gaping smile.

Alas she was mistaken. By means of strong alligator clamps, Pablo quickly attached 500-gram weights to each of her nipples. Then he reached into her gagged mouth with a pincher and stretched the desperate woman's tongue out. Pitilessly, he clamped a third weight to the sensitive organ. Aurelie was once again moaning pitifully while contorting herself miserably. But Pablo was not the kind of man whose heart could be easily made to melt. With an evil laugh, he pulled the panel from under the writhing, helpless girl and she fell back into the pit, splashing filthy water all around. Her situation was now much worse. Her breasts were now stretched down by their nipples. Their aureole were twice longer than they used to be and her boobs had take conical shapes. Moreover they were throbbing unbearably. However, it was difficult to the poor girl to decide whether that pain was worse than the one pulsating in her stretched tongue. It seemed on the verge of being torn from her throat, elongated and thinned to a point that must have make it look like a snake's tongue.

As she tried to adapt to her new situation, big bubbles of air burst at the surface of the water. Soon she felt the urge to get fresh air into her burning lungs. Once more she began to pull on her legs, impaling her raw holes on the dildos. The weights clamped to her nipples were level with her mouth and thus she had to pull them out of the water to breathe. As they emerged, her nipples felt their full weight and they were stretched even longer. The foul liquid poured out of her mouth and she was then able to fill her lungs. However, the tip of her elongated tongue remained under the surface, as well as her nostrils.

Her situation had just been made much more painful. Each time she pulled up to get some air, she was now torturing her vagina, her rectum, and now her nipples as well. The studded dildos were now dripping with blood as they kept being rammed into her dry, clenched holes. The pain coming from them got higher with each repetition. Still, the addition of 1.5 kilograms to her full weight did not change much the situation. With every breath, she had to fight the fear of torturing her body once more, but the instinct of conservation was stronger and she just lifted her body again.

Two hours later, Aurelie was still slowly riding the inverted dildos, slowly, deliberately, showing no sign of fatigue. Pablo became concerned that might be winning the test and he began to think about a way to make her task harder. He could not allow her to escape now, not after having gone that far. He began to mix some sand with quick-drying glue and, as she just dropped herself into the water again, he painted it liberally on both dildos.

Half a minute later, as she tried to lift herself back up, the new coarseness of the plugs took her by surprise. It felt as if the inner walls of her vagina and rectum were rubbed with sand-paper, and actually it was exactly what was happening. She could not force the torture instruments deeper into her cavities and let herself drop down with a cry that sent several bubbles to the surface. She was trembling with her orifices throbbing as she thought about a way out of that torture. But  the urge for air was making itself more insistent and finally, her lungs in fire, desperation took over and she lifted herself, grinding the sanded dildos to their full length. After a loud, ear-breaking screams of agony, she took a full gulp of air and went under again, leaving the dildos painted with her blood.

However, to Pablo's dismal, Aurelie soon recovered her regular pattern. Somehow, she was saturated with pain and the urge for air was making her ignore even the cruel sand-papering of her nether holes. He had to find another way of making her lose that test. Walking back to her, he tightened a pair of clamps to her inner labia. They were connected to springs and just as she raised herself to the top of a breathing cycle he attached their freed ends to the stocks holding her feet. When she lowered herself, the cruel stretching of her delicate petals of flesh made her scream in pain and surprise. As she was screaming from the pain, big bubbles blew up at the surface, wasting most of the precious air she had just gulped in. Empty-lunged, she had to to raise herself again almost immediately. She realised that now the lower position would no longer mean rest but torture to her labia. They were stretched so thin, so long, that they would probably never recover their normal length.

Still it was not enough to break her. After a couple of cycles, the new pain had got drown in the middle of all her violent sensations and she managed to focus her mind enough to brave the pain in order to survive. "Pinche puta!" Pablo cursed. On that, he went back to the main house and came back holding a ball of clothes.

He waited patiently until she emerged out of the filthy water and leaved her the time to gulp a couple of lungful of air. And suddenly he punched her in the stomach hard. She tried to curl , gasping, impaling herself deeper on the sanded dildos, coughing and puking bile over her inverted face. Her gaping mouth made a strange sound as she tried to suck more air and there he punched her again in the belly, winding her. She let out a strange strangled noise and her eyes seemed to bulge out. Quickly, he grabbed her by her hair to prevent her from falling back into the pit and as she was trying to recover her breathing, he pushed the pieces of cloth he had in his other hand. They consisted of a combination of his used boxers and socks, as well as Aurelie's own dirty thongs, the one she had worn during her flight to Mexico and on the visit to the pyramids. All were soaked with cold sweat, and her thongs were smelly with her juices as she had been fantasising all days long since she had boarded the plane in Paris Charles-de-Gaulle. To keep the filthy cloth in place, he wrapped a wide rubber band around her head and across her mouth.

As he let go of her hair, she dropped back into the muddy water with a muffled scream. He fall was stopped with a yank on her chaffed ankles. Her labia were once again stretched beyond nature. But her terror was due to the lack of air. She had not succeeded in recovering her breath before falling underwater and her lungs were craving for oxygen. She had no choice but flexing her tired legs again to get her mouth out of the pit. As soon as her mouth emerged out of the water, she took a deep breath. That's when she first felt the anguish. The pieces of cloth packed inside her mouth were now soaked with water and as she breathed in, they were sucked against the back of her throat, leaving only a trickle of air pass through, whilst causing a painful gag reflex. Aurelie's face turned red as she puked bile all over her upside-down face. Her belly was hollowing frantically as her diaphragm tried to suck air into her lungs. But the harder she sucked, the deeper the underwear were pressed through the back of her mouth. She coughed several times to free her air pipe, only to block it again on her next inspiration. Each time, only a mouthful of air made it through and her mind was beginning to panic, lost in the throes of asphyxia. Her legs were tiring of holding her head out of the water, impaled on the cruel dildos.

After her third attempt she tried a new strategy. Instead of sucking as hard as she could, she breathed in very slowly. In this way, the material stuffed in her mouth did not move and kept her trachea unclogged. Fresh air at last entered her burning lungs. At this moment, the cramps in her leg muscles became unbearable and she was forced to let go. With a loud splash, her head fell back into the watery pit, cutting her air supply. She felt despair clenching her heart. She fought the panic and tried to remain calm. She had managed to fill half of her lungs. She would have to survive on this amount until she could make her legs lift her again.

The next time she pulled herself out of the pit, she expelled the stale air as powerfully as she could out of her lungs, pushing the underwear out of her air pipe, and then she forced herself to breathe in very slowly and deliberately. This was excruciating and frustrating as she was urging so much for fresh air, but she knew it was the only way she could get air. Meanwhile, her tired legs were fighting the cramps to keep her clear of the water. This time she managed to fill her lungs completely before dropping back into the filthy head pit.

During the subsequent cycles, she perfected her practice until she was able to get three deep lung fills between each 30-second dips. The deliberate breathing was forcing her to stay almost 45 seconds out of the water, putting much more stress on her muscles than before, but at least the anguish had lessened and she felt that she might be able to sustain the effort for some time. Maybe enough for her to succeed the test.

When he saw her steady herself onto a new breath cycle pattern, Pablo got disappointed. He was not going to let her win this test and he was growing impatient. He took a heavy-duty transparent plastic bag. There was an inscription on it, reading "Choking hazard. This bag is not a toy, keep away from children". He took his knife and used it to punch several holes in it. When she came out of the pit again, he deftly encased her whole head in the bag and tightened a bungee cord around her neck to keep it in place. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the plastic bag covering her head. In her panic, she breathed in too fast, once again drawing the underwear into her air pipe. She had to cough and start again more slowly. In the mean time, the bag had been bound helpless around her neck. As she breathed in, the bag was somewhat sucked against her face, but the air could still pass through the holes. It was fast enough for her to breathe correctly, according to her deliberate pattern of taking air in. As she breathed out, the bag got taut and bulbous like a balloon, while its walls were covered with a sheen of condensation that obscured her sight. As she took her second breath, the air that came in was not as fresh as it used to be, as the carbon dioxide had not been completely purged out of the bag. Still, there was enough oxygen in the mix to keep her alive. After the third breath, she allowed her legs some rest and went under. She felt reassured that the bag was not going to cause her much more stress.

Thirty seconds later, when she emerged again, she looked like an Alien with her head hidden inside a big bubble. The bag had filled itself with the filthy, yellowish liquid, adding two kilograms to the weight she had to lift. Aurelie's mouth was covered with it and she had to wait until enough of the water had poured out of the tiny holes, making her head look like a giant watering can. She tried to shake her head to hasten the process but with little success. At last, her gaping mouth was out of the water and she could start her deliberate breathing again.

This time, it took her 90 seconds to complete her three-breath cycle and by the time she lowered herself into the pit, her legs were shaking tremendously. As she waited for her muscles to rest, she could feel the bag filling again with water around her head. Thirty seconds later, she tried to pull herself out but she felt that her legs could not keep her aloft long enough. She remained a little longer, filling her lungs begin to burn from the lack of air. She counted up to 15 before lifting herself. As her bagged head got out of the water, she expelled all the air she had in her lungs, hoping that the pressure would hasten the draining of the gag. This created a lot of bubbles inside the bag but did not seem to have any other effect. Again she had to wait for the water level to decrease, with her lungs burning horribly.

This time, she only managed to get one breath before her tired legs refused to support her and she fell back into the pit. Her air-craving lungs began to burn earlier. She only succeeded in remaining 20 seconds underwater before pulling on her legs again. Waiting for the bag to drain drove her mad with panic. As soon as she could breathe, her panicked mind made her draw air too eagerly, clogging her air pipe again with the packed underwear. She coughed several times but as she began to breathe slowly again, it was too late. Her cramped legs let her fall empty-lunged into the filth. Her body began to writhe and contort helplessly. Her belly was heaving madly as she pumped water into her lungs. After 30 seconds of horrible, anguishing fight against drowning, her body got limp after a last tremendous but vain attempt to reach the surface.