Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 13: Mexico: 1, France: 0

When he came back a couple of hours later, Aurelie was awake and moaning softly, roasting under the rays of the noon sun. Pablo released her from the pulley, only to tie her wrists together behind her back. When he pulled her off the dildo, her sphincter did not close. It had been destroyed for ever. A long string of farts welcomed the relief and a trickle of brownish, stinking liquid began to leak from her gaping hole.

Using his whip, Pablo marched his guest along another path. As she walked, the breast rod, which was still pierced through her boobs, was swinging painfully, weighing them down. Their flesh had begun to heal around the steel. Her breasts had swollen and were even more taut and sensitive than before. As she walked, she was leaving behind a trail of droplets leaking out of her anus.

She led her to a place that looked like a soccer field. This was no professional grass field. It looked more like a clearing with a pair of  goals, interspersed with stones, and even a few plants. In its centre, awaiting them, was a kind of spherical cage made of intersecting, soldered metal bars. Pablo had built it the previous days, designing and welding the device, while the Aurelie was suffering her other plights. He opened the cage in two halves and forced Aurelie to squat into one of them. He pushed down on the breast rod until its ends were lodged past one of the cage bars, holding her down. Then he replaced the upper half over her crouched body. For a moment it seemed that he had underestimated Aurelie's size because he could not connect the two hemispheres. Through the bars he cut the ropes holding Aurelie arms behind her back and then pushed again. He had gained several centimetres but still there remained a gap between the two half cages. He climbed over the upper part and began to bounce himself up and down. In the fight between tender flesh and unyielding metal there could only be one winner... Finally, with a lot of effort, the two parts snapped together and he quickly locked them by means of four small padlocks.

Already the French girl was in agony. Her body pitilessly pressured into a tight ball with her flesh bulging between the bars. But her suffering had barely begun. Many holes had been drilled through the metal bars. They were designed to hold various spikes, which could be fixed in place by means of screws and bolts. Pablo began to do exactly that, working deliberately, without showing any pity as the poor caged girl was screaming in agony. The spikes came in sets looking somewhat like combs. Each comb had five three-centimetre-long spike on it. Pablo rolled the cage upside-down, giving him an unobstructed view of Aurelie's butt. Then he placed one set against each of her buttocks and another directed at her crotch.

As he worked on her hairy pussy, Pablo noticed how Aurelie's labia had been permanently elongated in the course of the dipping test. With a wicked grin he pulled on them and was able to bring each lip out of the cage and to sew them together on the opposite side of the bar that was holding the nasty comb towards her crotch. From now, whenever that bar would touch the ground it would grind her nether lips between the rough earth and the cage.

Then, rolling the ball to get access to various parts of his victim's body he added more spiked combs. He placed three of them along her spine, three against each shin and two against each shoulder and upper arm. Four more were directed at her skull. He was regretting that her thighs and chest were protected by her foetal position. As he could not find any more place to torture, he made a few steps backwards.

"In Mexico, we love soccer very much, and I know this is the same in France. That's why I found that this next test should involve a soccer tournament between you and me. At the last World Cup, Mexico made a much better performance than France. You were so pitiful! Ha ha! I can hardly contain my laughs when thinking of it! No doubt you are going lose again today, although I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity to forfeit or strike this time... Ha ha ha!" Pablo had tears of joy oozing from the corners of his eyes as he was trying to contain his laughing. "I will score some goals, and then let you score yours as well. You know the rules: you have to enter my goal to mark a point, and if I can shoot your cage into your goal, I mark a point. We'll start from the centre of the field after each goal."

Pablo started pushing the girl-ball with his feet, making her roll around and around. Aurelie was impaling her own flesh onto the wicked spikes with each roll and she kept yelping helplessly. Whenever her labia got caught under the cage she let out a louder screech. After some time, Aurelie managed to extirpate her forearm from the cage and she was trying to act on the direction her cage was rolling to. The mad spinning was disorientating her and in her curled position she had difficulty to see where she was and whereto she was headed. But still she was able to change the trajectory of the "ball" into strange patterns and Pablo found it not so easy as he had imagined to direct the ball. Aurelie was trying to use the momentum he gave to the ball to deflect it towards her own target.

At some point Pablo blocked the ball with his foot so that her head was up, thus crushing her labia against the floor. The poor girl moaned in misery, her arms vainly trying to tip the cage off her delicate elongated flesh. He kicked her arms several time, getting the cage to spin around its vertical axis. Each savage blow made her scream in agony as she closed her eyes. After a dozen turns, he let her come to a halt, facing one of the goals. Aurelie was completely disorientated, unsure about whether it was hers or Pablo's. The clearing seemed still to be spinning around her.

Extending her bruised arms as far out of the cage as she could, she began to roll herself toward the goal while trying to recover her orientation sense. After a couple of metres, Pablo had not made the least move to stop her and she began to have doubts. She turned around, peering between her legs to see the landscape around. Damned! I have been heading in the wrong direction! Realising her error, she began to turn the cage to roll into the opposite direction. At this moment, Pablo sprang back into action and, without letting her time to correct her mistake, he gave the cage a strong kick with his steel-pointed work boots. The cage left the ground for an instant, and then bounced a few times. Its horizontal velocity was greater than its angular one, causing severe scratches to the flesh that was bulging out through the holes between the bars. Her exposed lips suffered particularly. As she rolled and tumbled across the field, bruised and scratched by the stones and the thorny plants, she was desperately trying to stop or deviate her course with her hands, but this time her speed was so fast that all she succeeded to do was to wound her palms.

Finally her movement was suddenly stopped by the goal post. There was a loud clank followed by a wail as sharp points where shoved deeper into her flesh and some blood started to flow.

It took some time for the world to stop spinning in her head as she puked all over her cramped body, some of the bile returning to her mouth and nose. Her forearms were reaching out of the cage, her fingers grappling the earth as she tried to move away from the goal. She could not see Pablo, but she heard him approaching. She was not prepared for his next kick. This time he was aiming to shoot the ball-cage into the goal. It sent it spinning around a tilted axis. After half a turn, her left arm was trapped between the cage and the ground. Her elbow got bent in the reverse direction.   There was a disgusting crack and then a high-pitched screech. A little later, the cage stopped its course in the goal net. Aurelie was crying loudly. Her arm was bent at a strange angle and it started swelling and turning purple. Aurelie was horrified by the pain and the brutality. She looked at her broken, throbbing arm, unable to believe what she was seeing. She tried to get her left, useless forearm inside the cage but she was so tightly packed inside that it was difficult.

Pablo pushed her back to the centre of the field to resume the game. There, he gave her a short kick and then let her try to move. Her left arm was flailing about, causing extreme pain and pitiful screams each time it touched the ground. Regularly she had to pull it back inside the cage. Meanwhile, she was using her right arm and her toes to roll herself toward Pablo's goal. It was difficult and slow. Irregularities in the terrain, stones and thorny plants kept getting in the way. She was sweating profusely under the Mexican sun. Stones, pebbles and thorns were scratching and poking at her flesh through the bars. Her curly mane often got entangled into twigs and branches. The spiked combs kept torturing her from all sides. But slowly she was making progress. Meanwhile, Pablo was sitting in the shade, looking at her pitiful efforts. He seemed to be distracted, thinking to her next ordeal. Aurelie kept dragging herself towards the goal. It was closer and closer. Through her eyes brunt by her own sweat she could see it three metres away. And suddenly Pablo sprang on his feet and ran toward her. A strong kick send the cage flying and tumbling away from his goal. She lost precious seconds to recover her equilibrium and then began to crawl again.

Her tightly curled position was making her bathing in her own sweat and stench. Her skin was covered with bruises. Flies were buzzing around her. Pablo was back to the shady area. Meanwhile, Aurelie was toiling again toward the goal. And the whole scene seemed to repeat itself. As she was about to tie the game, Pablo ran toward her. This time she was even closer to the goal line and he could not shoot her backward and sent her sidewards instead. Aurelie managed to grab a root with her bleeding fingers. The cage pivoted around it and headed toward the goal. Pablo reacted quickly, shooting the cage with extreme violence and sending it against the goal post, which the cage hit at full speed. Unfortunately, her right hand was still holding the root and the sudden change of direction twisted her arm in the wrong direction, breaking her right elbow.

While she was howling an inhuman scream of deep agony, the cage bounced off the goal and rolled out of the side of the soccer field. There it began to tumble down a rocky slope. The cage bounced brutally along a broken pattern. Its bars were twisted by the violence of the shocks. Stones were hitting her prostrated body from all directions. She was rolling so fast that she had no idea where she was going. To her it seemed the tumbling fall lasted several minutes, although it was just a few dozens seconds. She was certain she was going to be totally broken, to be killed in the last impact. As it happened, her course was stopped by a thick, thorny bush and she remained there still, moaning softly, bleeding from many wounds, unable and unwilling to move.

Pablo climbed down behind her unhurriedly. It took him almost five minutes to reach her. If only all soccer balls could moan like this one, he was telling himself as he walked. It would be easier to find them when shot into thorny bush fields. And as an added bonus, this cage ball cannot not deflate if pierced. Nevertheless, when he finally saw Aurelie's cage, he changed his mind. It was no longer the perfectly round object it had been but its bars had been dented and turned into something that was closer to a potato.

He grabbed a handful of her hair and dragged her back uphill to the field to resume the game. Aurelie screamed the whole time as he yanked on her scalp while her raw skin was dragged over the rough terrain. When at last he left her alone on the sideline of the soccer field, she could not move. She wiggled her toes a little but the deformed ball would not roll. Moreover, she was too much exhausted and aching to move a lot. She could not use her hands any more.

Pablo waited for five minutes and then, seeing that the cage had not moved at all, he declared Mexico winner by 1 to 0.

He locked shackles to her wrists and connected them by short chains to the horizontal goal post, so that she was hanging by her arms. To help her in bearing the accumulated weight of her body and the cage, he pulled her hair braids through the bars and tied them to the goal too. Finally, Pablo gave a couple of kicks to the ball to send it swinging madly from her broken arms and scalp. A high-pitched scream responded to his evil action as Aurelie's disjointed arms were twisted and contorted inside the cramped sphere.

Aurelie was left here for the night. Again it was a sleepless, horrible time to spend in the dark. She was totally unable to move. Even her head was pressed against the top of the cage by her braids. Her useless arms were torturing her constantly and the bars were pressing into her shivering flesh from all sides. Mosquitoes, attracted by her helpless form, swarmed around her, rendering her mad from the itch. From her permanently gaping anus some dubious liquid was continuously dripping. She had no more control over it.

Chapter 14: The furnace

In the morning, when Pablo came back, he found the poor French girl moaning softly and utterly exhausted. Pain had prevented her from sleeping most of the night. He had to be careful not to step into the turd that had fallen from her butt. Opening the twisted cage and extracting the bruised girl from its embrace took him one hour of hard work. The piece of female flesh he finally pulled out of the wrangled heap of metal was a wreck. She could hardly stand on her feet and her arms were hanging limply from her shoulders. It was not that she could not move them but it was hurting her so much that she was just leaving them motionless.

Pablo grabbed her wrists, pulled them behind her back and bound them there together. With her disjointed elbows, she could not much use her arms but still he preferred not to take any risk. Moreover, he was finding her sexier with her arms bound. He was also enjoying the sight of the bouncing breast rod as she walked. Then he grabbed the breast rod, right where it was showing between her transfixed breasts, and using it as a handle, he led her behind him towards the hacienda. The pain it caused to her wounded mammaries gave her no choice but to follow the tug, however weak and exhausted she could feel.

He led them to an old brick building that was some distance from the main house. As they entered it, Aurelie saw that it only had one big room, almost entirely occupied by a large brick contraption. It was very big, industrial-sized furnace. Leading to it was a long lane, with a metallic conveyor belt that used to bring the ore to the furnace. It was encased inside a pipe that nowadays was all rusty and deformed. Pablo had soldered a grating at its entrance. The conveyor belt was leading to the furnace were the ore used to be melt. Aurelie saw that a fire was burning under it, although it was far from the inferno it should have been to liquefy metal. From the furnace diverged six pipes, that used to pour the molten metal to corresponding receptacles where chimneys allowed to vent the heat and cool down the metal.

"This is a very old part of the hacienda. It was used for melting the metal from the mines. Back in those days, things were built to last, and I'm sure this thing is still in working condition." Pablo explained.

He forced Aurelie to kneel on the floor. Then he released her arms and quickly fixed the thumb of her left hand to the big toe of her left foot by wrapping many tight rolls of thick wire. As he moved to repeat the operation on her right-hand side, her thumb and toe were turning purple. Then Pablo opened the padlock to the grating closing the conveyor belt pipe and he forced the French girl inside. The click of the padlock being closed echoed in a sinister way into the depth of the infernal machine. The heat inside was not as terrible as she had feared. The fire had been alighted less than one hour ago and it had not yet had the time to heat the whole furnace.

Through the grid, Pablo showed her prisoner the key to the padlock. Then he moved out of her field of vision. He walked to the furnace and climbed up a ladder that was set against one of the molten metal receptacles. From there he dropped the key into the vent chimney. The key clanked several times as it bounced around the insides of the huge structure. Aurelie could hear the echoes but had no way to tell where the key had been dropped.

Pablo went back to the entrance and told her, "Now, all you have to do is find the key and come back here. I would not waste too much time, as the heat is going to grow regularly..."

Aurelie was sitting on the metal conveyor belt, her legs slightly flexed and parted, bent over as her thumbs were bound to her toes, the rod transfixing her breasts pulling them down, her arms passing above it. From her gagged mouth a thick thread of saliva was dribbling on the floor. She began to crawl forward, pushing her heels forwards and then dragging her buttocks. The pipe was only about 50-cm high and she had to bend over as low as she could, spreading her thighs wide. This caused her nipples to brush against the floor as she progressed. After having crawled a couple of metres, the way was obstructed by a low pipe. As she approached it, she felt that it was radiating heat, as if steam or hot water was passing through it. She saw that it was actually running the whole length of the conveyor tunnel, along the ceiling. Corrosion had detached it from the ceiling in several place, bringing it lower.

To pass it, she had to bend even lower, to the point of pressing her breasts against the rusty conveyor plates, while she inched forward with very little movements from her heels and buttocks. Her long-lipped crotch was scraping the floor as she move forward. She had to repeat the same gymnastic a couple of times, contorting her body to avoid being scalded. At some point she got a cruel confirmation about the content of the pipe as a stream of steam was propelled out of a tiny corrosion hole. She crawled as as fast she could past it but could not avoid her back being scalded by the boiling vapour.

The air was getting hotter as she approached the furnace and she was sweating profusely. Nothing unbearable though, probably around the 30°C, but still having to toil in that heat was not comfortable. The tunnel was getting narrower as she approached the furnace and her breast rod was more and more often clanking or grinding against one of the sides. It always sent painful vibrations through the heart of her tortured breasts. Along the last half metre she had to proceed like a crab, her torso twisted sidewards to allow the spike to pass.

At last she reached the central part, the furnace. It was still half filled with remnants of ore. It was obvious that all the heat was radiating from here. Spreading symmetrically around the circular chamber were six pipes. They were dark and Aurelie could not see what was beyond. Aurelie took a couple of seconds to devise the best strategy. Obviously, the furnace would get hotter and hotter. And in the end, she would have to cross it completely to come back to the conveyor belt. Maybe she should start by exploring those receptacles that were opposite to her current position.

She finally took a decision and scrambled as fast as she could across the chamber, feeling the heat against her crotch, buttocks, soles and palms. She quickly entered the right-hand pipe among those that were opposite to the conveyor tunnel and she crawled down. The temperature was decreasing and was a little cooler in the dark chamber of the receptacle. The only light was coming from the narrow chimney in the top of the cramped space. Aurelie began to search the floor, first with her eyes and then with her hands and feet.

After some time, she became reasonably sure that the key was not there. She did not want to lose more time and crawled back to the furnace. The temperature was noticeably hotter already. She was bathing in a thick layer of sweat which almost unable to bring her any refreshment. She found that she could swing herself to the adjacent pipe almost without touching the floor of the furnace and she disappeared inside the pipe to her right. Again, it took her some time to explore the little chamber but she eventually had to admit she had chosen the wrong way again.

As she emerged from the pipe into the furnace chamber, the air was now so hot that breathing was getting difficult and painful. She could only let a trickle of air going through her nostrils to let it cool down before it reached her lungs. She could not see it in the dim light, but her skin had turned a lobster red. She was now presented with a dilemma. There were four receptacles to explore, two on her left and two on her right. She thought again. Pablo was the cruelest bastard she had ever met and he had a sadistic sense of humour. He had probably hidden the key in one of the closest receptacles from the conveyor belt. And thus she decided to cross the furnace again, yelping and bouncing from the sizzling floor as she headed for the opening that was just on the right of the conveyor belt. She almost threw herself into the hole and was glad to find a more breathable atmosphere down there.

Again she had guessed wrong. She came back to the furnace with desperation. There, the air was now too hot to be breathed through her nose. She had to gasp it through her gaping and now dry mouth, causing intense pain to her lungs. As she tentatively reached her foot into the furnace, she pulled it out with a yelp. The floor was now too hot be touched. Again, she tried to swing herself over the furnace but still she had to touch the wall and she heard her skin sizzling and felt intense pain in her soles. She screamed and swung herself as fast as she could into the pipe that was just on the left of the entrance. From time to time, a drop of intestinal liquid dripped from her gaping anus and sizzled on the hot floor.

In that receptacle, the air was so hot that it did not bring any relief to her aching lungs. Her body was drenched with sweat and she was panting heavily. She knew she had to be quick or she would be cooked inside this furnace. Again she explored the floor with her toes and fingers. Suddenly she felt something different, something made of shiny metal. It was glistening in the dark. Aurelie grabbed the thing and looked at it more closely. Yes! That's the key! Got it! She spun around and hurried towards the exit.

She still had to reach the conveyor tunnel and the furnace was hotter than ever. As she grabbed the side of the pipe to swung herself across, she burned her fingers and screamed out loud. To avoid losing her balance, she had to steady herself with her left foot, resting it briefly on the floor. There was a sizzling sound and a strong smell of burnt flesh as she yelled louder. She threw herself in a heap into the tunnel, her left sole throbbing and covered with blisters. Alas, in her haste, she dropped the key and it had clanged down the bottom of the furnace. Aurelie could see it, resting on the hot floor. Prudently, she extended her right foot and hand above it. Delicately, she picked it with the tip of her fingers but still she could feel the intense heat radiating against her sole and palm. Alas, when she looked at it, it seemed that the key had been slightly deformed by its stay on the furnace.

She had yet to crawl back all the way up the conveyor belt in spite of the heat and her exhaustion. But ultimately she reached the grating. But when she tried to opened the padlock, the key would not fit in. It would not even enter the padlock because of the way it had been deformed.

Pablo let the coals go cold under the furnace, leaving Aurelie to slowly cook inside the tunnel for about one hour. The poor girl was sweating profusely and her skin was getting redder every minute that passed. Finally he used a spare key to open the padlock  and the grid swung open with a squeaking noise. He grabbed the girl by her right leg and dragged her out. She screamed as any touch of her over-sensitive skin caused agony. He untied her toes and fingers and rebound her wrists behind her back. He leashed her by her breast bar and led her outside. As the Mexican sun bathed her red skin she moaned again as it seemed to revive her pains.