Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 11: Rest in the pit

Immediately, Pablo lifted her out of her pit, ripped the bag and tore the underwear from her throat. Then he pummelled her stomach under a rain of punches, until she had coughed out most of the water that she had swallowed. He released her from the stocks and let her rest on the ground until he was sure her breathing was back to normal. Then he dragged her toward a nearby grating set in the ground. He swung it open and pushed Aurelie's gasping body into the pit it covered.

It was a cylindrical space of about one metre in diameter and one metre high. It was half filled with stagnant water. Aurelie had to get on her knees to keep her head above the water. Her hands and arms were still strictly bound behind her back and her ring-gagged mouth only allowed her to utter moans and grunts. Pablo had not bother to release her nipples and tongue from the weights that were dangling from them. The most difficult was the one hanging from her tongue, which kept stretching it out or her mouth. Her labia had been stretched beyond recovery and were now hanging stupidly between her thighs, five-centimetre long.

Pablo closed the heavy grating and locked it with a big padlock. Before leaving her, he unzipped his pants and pissed through the holes onto her head, giving her a second-hand taste of the fine Bordeaux she had brought him from France, when she thought it was going to be a nice vacation.

"Rest as much as you can. You'll need all your strength for the tests to come," Pablo said as he abandoned her in the pit.

As she saw him walk away, Aurelie moaned uselessly through her gag, trying to call him back. To no avail... Once she had lost all hopes to see him come back, she tried to find a not too uncomfortable and stable position. She badly needed sleep, but because of the water she could not just curl into a ball on the bottom of the pit. She would have to keep her head above the water. She sat against the wall, her legs folded in front of her because of the narrowness of the pit. She spread her feet and braced them against the opposite wall and then rested her head backwards. Her contorted and bound arms were killing her shoulders, she was cold but at least she would not fall sidewards. The water level was just under her breasts.

She was so exhausted that, in spite of the pain and lack of comfort, she fell asleep almost directly.

She woke up suddenly. It was dark in the pit. The sun had set and the only light was coming from the moon and the stars. The first thing that she noticed was that the water level had risen: it was now just covering her shoulders. The second thing was some disagreeable tingling in several spots of her body, but mostly on her ankles and inside her thighs. There were a couple on her breasts as well. She lifted her right leg until the foot was out of the dark stinking water. She had a gasp of horror at the sight of the several leeches that had fixed their nasty suckers around her ankles and calves. And then she realised that there must be more all around her thighs and lower belly. She felt cold sweat running down her spine at the thought. She contorted her arms but there was no way she could use her hands to dislodge the gelatinous parasites. It seemed that somehow, the pit was connected with a pond and that water had begun to pour in, bringing its blood-thirsty micro-fauna with it.

She began to rub her lower legs with her feet, squeezing the black, rubber-like Annelids, pinching them with her toes, stretching them, squashing them, grinding them against the stone wall... to no avail. The nasty creatures were so elastic, so slippery, that she could have no impact at all on them. In the process, she realised that a couple of them had chosen her soles and the room between some of her toes to suck her blood. Through the water, she could see the shadow of a few leeches that were feeding on her breasts. A cluster of them, seemingly attracted by traces of urine on her crotch, or because the skin was so thin and gorged with blood vessels, had attached themselves around the entrance of her urethra and along her slit, sucking avidly on blood and causing intense, impossible-to-scratch itching. They looked like a thick, black beard dangling from her crotch.

After some hopeless struggling against the blood suckers she had to admit her defeat. Trying to ignore the growing itching and swarming around her naked skin, she attempted to fall into sleep again. But whenever she managed to doze off, her head tilted and the contact of cold water against her face was waking her up. And then she became aware that the water had kept rising all along. It was now reaching her chin. Aurelie began to panic. Would the water ever stop or would she be drowned in that sinister pit? Unless she were emptied from her blood before that... With deep disgust, she realised that leeches were now attaching themselves around her neck. She could feel their suckers grinding into her delicate skin, pumping for fresh blood.

The water kept rising. At some point it entered her mouth and a little later she had to straighten herself to keep her nose above the surface, the top of her head touching the grating. That was when she began to call for help. Pablo was probably sleeping by now and when he would come back in the morning it would be too late. She would have drowned long before. She was sure he did not want to kill her. She was sure he wanted her alive for more evil tests. She knew his mind well. Some day he would let her succeed a test and they would be friends and equal again. And so she was calling into the night until her voice got hoarse.

When it happened the water lever had risen to the grating. From there it was spilling over on the earth around it. The surface would not get higher and Aurelie found out that, by pressing her face against the grid and pushing her nose through a hole, she could get some air mixed with water. She was sneezing a lot as she kept sniffing water into her nostrils, but at least she could get air. This would be a long night though and she would not be able to sleep again... While she struggled for her survival, the leeches kept assaulting her body, now attacking her face as well. The hungry animals found her lips quite succulent too, as well as the inside of her cheeks, which her clamped and stretched-out tongue kept defenceless. Feeling them swarming inside her forced-open mouth was rendering the poor French girl mad with disgust and fear.

Chapter 12: The zip-line

At last, as the dawn was shedding its new light on the hacienda, Aurelie heard footsteps approaching. She was exhausted, chilled and aching with cramps. Her body was covered with black leeches that had grown obese during the night hours. Pablo opened the grating and pulled her out by her hair. As soon as they felt the open air on their wet skin, the leeches unhooked their suckers and crawled back to the pit, leaving red, circular welts on the French girl's pale skin.

Aurelie was marched to a large barnyard. As she walked, the weights, which were still dangling from her tongue and nipples, were swinging madly like mad pendulums, causing vicious pain. Upon arrival, she saw a cart parked in front of the barn, filled with corn grains. From there, a cable was leading to the first floor of the barnyard, about 40 metres away. A metal basket could be dragged up and down that zip-line to carry the grain and store it out of reach of  rodents. Usually this was done by the hacienda workers but today they were employed elsewhere.

Pablo produced a pair of rusty metal bands which her tightened around her waist and just above her breast, under her armpits. They were digging into her flesh, making it bulge around it. Both had a ring fixed into their middle, behind her back, aligned with her spine. The metal basket was unfastened from the zip-line and Aurelie was placed in its place, the metal cable threaded through big snap-hooks hooked to the rings. Pablo pushed her until she was half-hanging by the metal bands above the cart, her feet and lower legs sunk into the golden grains, her soles resting firmly on the wooden planking. She was bent at the waist, the zip-line running along her back, her weighed breasts and tongue dangling helplessly under her body. She was drooling helplessly.

Pablo then took a large, strange hook. Its tip ended in a eight-centimetre-wide steel ball and was followed by a straight, ridged 20-centimetre-long shaft whose thickness increased with every ridge to reach10 centimetres. Then the shaft made a curve and ended with a ring and a snap-hook similar to those adorning her back. He went behind Aurelie and began to push the ball between her buttocks. Feeling the cold steel against her skin, she clenched her butt as much as she could but it was too late: the ball was already resting against her anus. He pushed with all his strength, but he was not able to make it pass her sphincter. He grabbed a hammer and with a few powerful knocks he forced the ball into the screaming girl's bowels. Her anus slowly closed behind the ball, swallowing it deeper, closing itself around the two-centimetre-thick first ridge. Pablo continued to push on it and ridge after ridge entered her rectum. She began to moan and sweat profusely as her bowels got distended around the cruel invader. Pablo finished with a few more hammer hits, pushing the 8.5-cm ridge inside her. By then, her body had engulfed 17 cm of the shaft but in spite of forceful hammering, the Mexican Caballero was unable to push in the remaining three centimetres. With a bit of regret, he abandoned and, lifting Aurelie's butt with his right arm passed under her belly, he hooked the other end of the anal intruded to the zip line.

Pablo brought a large rectangular piece of canvas whose hems were garnished with grommets and fish-hooks. One of the narrow sides had three rings instead of hooks. Then he produced a one-metre-long, two-centimetre-thick, metal rod, or rather a spike as one of its end was pointed while the other was crafted into a ring. Taking the piece of canvas, he threaded the spike through the first ring then he seized Aurelie's left nipple weight and pulled it downward, stretching the breast. With a strong and quick move he pierced the spike laterally through its middle.

Aurelie yelled in agony and shock. She looked down at her transfixed breast unable to believe what Pablo had just done. The hole would be wide and ugly. She doubted that surgery could arrange it. Pablo had just crossed the line between hard BDSM and permanent damages. She howled and shook her head frantically, trying to convey her disagreement without the benefit of words.

But Pablo did not react to her desperate complaints. Deliberately, he threaded the canvas middle ring on the spike, which was now covered with the French girl's blood. This time, Aurelie knew what was about to happen and she struggled desperately to prevent it. She was much weaker than the Mexican though and he had no difficulty pushing his spike through the right breast, extracting another yell of pure agony from his victim's gaping mouth. Finally, he passed the spiked though the third ring. A large padlock, threaded through a hole drilled just behind the point of the spike, ensured that the spike could not be removed without the key.

Aurelie was in shock, crying and gasping from the intense pain. Her breasts were now doubly weighed down and stretched by the heavy metal rod and the nipple weights. The spike itself was probably about one kilogram heavy and from the three rings the piece of coarse canvas was moreover hanging. Her boobs had assumed a strange shape, looking a little like inverted mushrooms that would have a pointy cap. The pain that was spreading from her wounded mammary gland was nearly blinding the poor girl.

But Pablo's work was hardly finished. Working down the piece of canvas' long sides, he pierced about five fish hooks into the flesh along both sides of her torso. Curiously, there were only four hooks on Aurelie's right side, leaving a gap near her waist. Then the final side of the canvas was hooked in the same way to her hips and her vulva. There were several hooks piercing her labia, her perineum and even one through her clitoris.

The last hook had elicited a high-pitched screech from her tired mouth and then she passed out. She was hanging limply from her two back rings and the anal hook, with the piece of canvas forming a kind of pouch under her torso, like a bag, hooked directly through her flesh. Pablo had to revive her with smelling salts and then he crouched in front of her drooling face and put a wooden shovel in her right hand.

"Here is your task for this morning: with this shovel, you have to fill that bag," he was pointing to the piece of canvas hanging under her body," with as much grain as you can. Then you'll have to scramble all the way up to the barn and unload it in a container up there. Then comes the fun as you just have to glide down the cable to come back here. You have four hours to transfer all the content of this cart to the barn. You can make a few trips with large loads or many trips with smaller loads, it’s up to you. I don't care, as long as the job is properly done."

Aurelie looked at the shovel, then at the heap of grain. This would be hard work to say the least. She would have to slide back and forth along the 40 metres of the zip-line, carrying the grains with her own flesh. But that might be possible if she could minimize the number of travels. That meant loading the bag to it's maximum. She shovelled the corn into the bag as fast as she could. The hooks began to pull hard on her skin, stretching it away from her body and causing great pain. The piece of bag canvas was now bulging down heavily under her chest, stretching triangles of flesh wherever it was hooked through her body.

Aurelie decided it was time to stop and make her first travel. She dropped the shovel and grabbed the zip-line above her head. She did the same with her legs, crossing her ankles above the cable and seizing it between her first and second toes. And then she began to scramble along the line, alternately pulling and pushing on her hands and feet, dragging the three rings along the thick cable. Her butt-plug was vibrating painfully inside her rectum as its shaft rubbed against the zip-line. After a couple of metres, her muscles were already tiring from the unusual and difficult task. She was sweating profusely under the Mexican sun and she was also drooling helplessly. The over-loaded bag hanging from her flesh was swinging back and forth, causing more agony. Her legs were still sore from the previous day ordeal and they were tiring fast.

Ten metres from the start she realised that filling the pouch with as much grain as she could carry had been a mistake. Suddenly, one of the lower hooks, which had been pierced too close from the end of her left, elongated, inner lip suddenly tore itself free, making her howl in agony. Grains began to pour out of the pouch. There was nothing Aurelie could do to stop the disaster and it only stopped once all the surplus had been scattered in the dust between the cart and the barn. At least now the weight was much lighter and she was able to crawl up the zip-line more easily.

At last she reached the opening in the barn. Once her eyes were accustomed to the relative darkness, she saw a large, tall silo, already three fourth filled with grain. She crawled two more metres until she was hanging just above it. Then she began to push and pull the content of her bag into the cylindrical container. She relished the relief of feeling the weight stretching her skin lowering. Once the pouch was empty, she take some rest before going back down the line.

The way down was much faster. She only had to push on the cable a couple of times and she began to glide down, gaining more and more speed. As she approached the cart, she tried to slow down but the cable quickly tore the skin from her palms and toes without much effect. She was already moving too fast. Her descent came to an abrupt halt when the ring from which the ass hook dangled banged into the stop at the end of the line. Her own weight and the momentum she had acquired during her foolish glide hammered the plug entirely into her rectum. Her already overstretched sphincter could not resist it. The aching muscle was torn beyond remedy as Aurelie screamed to the top of her lungs.

She remained hanging from the cable for some time, weeping thoroughly, attempting to overcome the throbbing pain in her rectum. It was only after a dozen of minutes that it had subsided enough to allow her to start her work again. This time she filled half of the bag before crawling up the line again. The zip-line seemed even longer than before to her sore and tired muscles. Her body was dripping sweat as she squirmed up the cable, the bag swinging under her and spilling some grains from time to time. It took her 15 minutes to reach the barn. Once she had emptied her bag, she scrambled back down the line, but this time she did it more carefully. Instead of gliding freely down the cable, she slowed her descent with her chaffed hands and feet, managing to land gently into the cart.

The routine started again. Her mouth was getting dry from all the dust she was forced to inhale. Her eyes were burning from all the sweat gathering into them. Still, she was beginning to get the rhythm, to improve her movements along the line. After two more trips, she was progressing in an efficient, if tired, way. As she came back down after a few more trips, she saw that she had only managed to transport one quarter of the cart content. Her arms and legs were full of cramps and she doubted that she would be able to carry all the grain before her muscles would stop functioning.

Looking around her, she saw that Pablo seemed bored. He was not looking at her anymore, probably thinking about another way to make her suffer. This started a sparkle of hope in her despairing mind. This time, she put even less grain into her bag before beginning the endless scrambling along the zip-line. Upon entering the barn, she gave a look over her shoulder. Pablo was not even looking at her. He seemed half-asleep, his head resting on his crossed arms while chewing on a stem of grass. She crawled into he shadow, disappearing entirely from his view, even if he looked in her direction.

She quickly emptied her bag but this time, instead of gliding down the cable after having taken some rest, she began to contort her arms, reaching behind her back towards the snap-hooks that were holding her to the zip line. She hooked the crook of her left elbow to the line to lift her weight, while she tried to open the snap-hooks with her right hand. The one fixed to the metal strap circling her chest was the first to be released. Then she moved to the one holding her waist, which gave in soon. Then she tried to pull the inhuman butt-plug out of her rectum. This one proved more difficult. The huge object was deeply embedded in her body and her efforts were causing so much pain that she could not pull with as much strength as she could wish.

At last, she renounced and decided to release the snap-hook instead, leaving the plug inside her. However, as she reached for the hook, contorting her torso while trying to hang by her arms and ankles, her right hand beat against the heavy rod pierced through her breasts. This caused her to yelp and jerk from the pain. Her sweat-covered limbs slipped from the cable and, for a couple of horrible seconds, she remained hanging by her anus alone. Before she had time to recover her holds, she felt the plug being extracted from her broken sphincter, tearing it some more. With a loud pop and a long fart, she fell down to crash on top of the corn grains inside the silo.

For some moment she remained there still, biting her lips as she tried to stop the screams of agony she wanted to emit because of the throbbing pain coming from her wide-gaping, endlessly farting anus. at last she calmed herself and was able to sit up and look around herself. She was panting hard and the breast spike was heaving up and down fast. The empty bag was still hanging from all the hooks pierced through her front skin but for the rest she was free. All she had to do was to climb out of the silo, and then to run away from the hacienda. The silo was nearly full, with less than two metres from the grain surface to the edge.

Aurelie stoop up and walked to the wall of the silo. She pressed her body against the wall and reached upwards to grab the edge and hoist herself upward. Frustratingly, there were a couple of centimetres from the tip of her fingers to the top of the wall. Looking down, she saw that her feet were ankle-deep into the grain. All she had to do was to stand on top of the grain and she would be able to grab the wall edge. She lifted her right foot out of the grain. She felt the grain move around her left foot, which sunk a little deeper. She put her right sole on the grain and it sunk a few centimetres into it. But as she tried to pull her left foot out of the grains, it seemed that the little golden seeds had hardened around her ankle. She had to shake and yank on her leg to extract it. Once her left foot was free and out of the grain, to her dismay, she realised that her right foot had sunken again into the grain. Her right leg was now mid-calf deep into the corn. Her fingers were farther than before from the top of the wall...

She cursed and pulled on her imprisoned right leg. The grain had compacted themselves around her calf as a plaster sheath. Pushing on her left foot, she tried to extract her leg. It did not budge. Again, she had to shake and twist her leg to allow it to move, and as she moved, she felt her left foot sinking. The whole process was starting again. Immediately she stopped and her right foot sank a little deeper than before. The grains were now above the widest part of her right calf, while her left leg was awkwardly folded. As she reflected, she felt the grains solidifying around her foot and leg. She realised she was on he wrong track and had to proceed differently.

She knelt on her left leg and began to dig with her hands into the grains, shovelling them away, trying to free her buried right leg. Unfortunately, after some efforts, she realised that whenever she squirmed, she was sinking a little deeper into the silo. It was hard to detect at first as she was indeed throwing grains away and thus it seemed that more of her limb could be seen above the surface, but actually, her foot was imperceptibly going down as the grains under her sole and shin were pushed apart. After much effort, she was sweating profusely, her fingers were hurting, she was coughing the grain dust surrounding her, but as she looked upward, she had sunk by 10 or 20 centimetres.

She was beginning to feel anxious. She tried to dig faster, while yanking on her trapped leg and pushing on her folded one. But it seemed that the more she struggled, the faster she was sinking into the silo. At some point, most of the grains she had shovelled away fell back in an avalanche and she found herself buried up to the middle of her thighs into the corn grains, her right leg straight and her left one folded at the knee. When she realised that she could not move her left leg either, she began to panic. She stretched herself as high as she could, reaching her fingers towards the ceiling, scraping her nails on the metal wall without finding any grip. To her horror, she realised that, although at first there had been only a few centimetres between the tip of her fingers and the top of the silo, the gap had now increased to a half metre! There was no hope of reaching it now. The most terrifying was that the wall totally seamless and smooth, with no hold at all. As she was doing her best to stretch her arms and torso and squirming in the process, she saw that she was sinking by a full centimetre with each of her movements.

In a movement of despair, she tried to turn around to lie on the grain but it only brought the breast rod hard against the silo wall. The shock was reverberated through her whole chest, causing white, blinding pain in her mammaries. There was no way she could twist herself away from looking at that blank, unyielding wall. She tried to bend herself backward to rest her back on the grains in the hope of stopping her descent but she was not that supple and it only succeeded in making her sink some more.

She could now feel the grain against her buttocks and crotch. Her legs were totally immobilised, as if they were held in solid cement. This was scary. She tried to remain motionless but she could not bear the idea to wait here for  Pablo's return without struggle. Once again she tried to dig around herself, and to push herself out of the cereals. To no avail. She only sunk a little more, her hips being engulfed into the grains.

After some time, the lack of moans and of any other sound for a prolonged time eventually attracted Pablo's attention. He went up the stairs to the silo, armed with a cattle prod, in case he should have to defend himself against a woman who had nothing to lose. As he peeked into the silo, he found her buried in the grains up to the waist. He laughed cruelly. She was not going anywhere.

He pondered for a way to punish her and his face was suddenly enlightened by an evil smile. He lowered a metallic cable ending in a large ring, carrying an big, open padlock. Carefully, he lowered it onto Aurelie's chest, in front of her boobs. The trapped girl did not do anything. She was desperate to get out of the silo and was seeing that Pablo was trying to help her. As she tried to grab the cable and pull herself out, her squirming made her sink another couple of centimetres.

"Lock that padlock on your breast rod, between your boobs, if you want to live!" Pablo ordered. Aurelie had no choice but to obey. With a sigh of hopelessness, she snapped the padlock between the ring and the rod. Then he started to pull on the cable, lifting her breasts, stretching them. Aurelie moaned from the pain and writhed. She felt the grains moving around her and at this moment Pablo let go off the cable. Aurelie's eyes widened with horror as she felt herself going deeper into the silo. As the grains compacted themselves again, they had reached the level of the bottom of her breasts. Above her, the cable hanged loosely along the wall, useless to stop her fall although it was still connected to a ring on the other side of the silo wall.

Aurelie screamed while looking at Pablo with scared and pitiful eyes. She did not dare to move, fearing to sink deeper. With every breath, she felt the grains pressing harder against her belly as it heaved frantically. Soon her breathing was reduced to shallow, nervous pants. She could not understand what Pablo was trying to do. And then she saw him passing the cattle-prod over the side of the silo. He applied its prong against the metal cable and pressed the trigger. A series of violent shocks coursed down the cable to explode into blinding flash of agony into her transfixed breasts. Pablo could see them jerk and jump around as her pectoral muscles contracted themselves uncontrollably. She desperately and violently contorted her body as the electricity spread through her nerves, screaming to the top of her lungs, each of her jerks making her sunk deeper into the grain sea. Their level moved up, covering her nipples, then her entire breasts to finally settle around he neck.

Only her terrified face and her arms could still be seen by now. Pablo had stopped using the cattle-prod but he was grinning at her sadistically. He threw her a pair of handcuffs whose chain was attached to a rope.

"I doubt your breasts will be able to support the traction when I begin to pull on the cable," Pablo said. "They will probably be torn from your chest and you will sink to the bottom of the silo, never to be seen again. So I suggest that you lock those cuffs around your wrists so that I can distribute the pull on all four appendices."

Aurelie was panicking. The pressure on her chest was reducing her breathing to a trickle. Her eyes were dry from all the dust that had gathered into them. Through the blurriness of her vision she saw the dangling handcuffs. She felt them bouncing against her grasping hands. She seized them and quickly but skilfully locked them around her wrists. Then she pulled on the rope, trying to extract herself. Pablo was taking his time. He was in no hurry to free the girl from the plight she had placed herself into. As his victim struggled with the rope, he saw her going deeper. The grains touched her chin and she bent her head backward to keep her gagged mouth above the surface a little longer. But soon it too came level with the grain. The seeds began to flow into her gaping mouth. As she shook her head in a vain attempt to expel them, a small avalanche occurred and rapidly filled her cavity with the yellow pearls. Her nostrils flared, her eyes grew wide open, bulging from her skull. And then her entire face disappeared from his sight. Only her forearms and hands could still be seen, vainly grappling the loose rope and cable, sinking fast into the golden pool.

Only then did he he pulled on the breast cable and wrist rope. It felt as lifting a car as Aurelie was so compactly held by the corn. Pablo did not yank too hard. He knew that putting too much force could break the rope or tear her breasts. Instead, he made the lines vibrate to put the grains into motion about the sunken body. Only then did he pull hard. Aurelie light-weight body rapidly emerged from the silo, lifted by her wrists and breasts, squirming like a fish, covered with yellow dust. Her face was purple from asphyxia. As she tilted her head down, a torrent of corn seeds poured out of her mouth. He pulled her out of the silo and dropped her on the gridded platform that was running around its top.

Then, not leaving the panting girl any time to recover, he placed a pulley on the zip-line. Then he tied the cable hooked to the bar skewering her breast to that pulley. Then he tied her ankles together, and also tied that rope to the pulley. At last, he tied a long rope around her wrists and passed it around another pulley placed at the end of the zip line. He threw that rope out the window after making a false knot right next to the pulley, to prevent the girl from gliding down the zip-line.

Pablo walked down the stairs and pulled the long rope to the lower end of the zipline where it ended in a post. There he placed a big and wide rubber dildo which he had just nailed to a wooden board. He had to guess the correct height to receive the girl properly. With a strong pull on the rope, he released the false knot, and the girl began to glide down at a great speed. She had been taken by surprise, and no matter how she tried to grab the cable, she could not slow down her descent. The pulley rolled down the cable at full speed, much faster than before. Aurelie could not see what was awaiting her but she knew that the landing would hurt and she screamed all the way.

She came to a brutal halt with a hard tug on her breasts and a tremendous shock to her perineum. Pablo had missed his target by a few centimetres. The dildo had hit her perineum instead of her gaping, leaking anus. He lowered the board a little and repeated the process, this time only pulling her to the middle of the zip-line. As she was pulled by the wrists, her hands were far from the cable and she only had a mere instant to grab the cable and attempt to slow her fall down. Her hands clung to the cable with the strength of deep despair. She did not want to glide again to the awaiting dildo. Pablo gave a strong tug on the rope, wrenching her hands from the cable, and immediately she began to roll down again. Soon she was going too fast to slow her fall.

This time the measure had been taken correctly and her momentum was stopped by the friction of the dildo against the inner walls of her rectum, causing additional damages to her broken anus. With an inhuman screech, her whole body tensed and contorted itself around the huge dildo and then it fell limp.

Pablo decided that Aurelie had had enough for the morning and that she had failed the test. She would some rest before the challenge he had organised for the afternoon. Thus, he did not revive her but left her hanging from the pulley and impaled on the dildo until the sun had passed the meridian.