Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 16: The Scarecrow

A little farther was a corn field and Pablo, after having released her from the plough, led her there. He had not removed the horseshoes though, nor the breast rod. On one side of the field a wooden cross was standing. As they came closer, Aurélie saw that a cornu was fixed to its shaft. It was a thick, long wooden rod running parallel to the cross upright and solidly nailed to it by its base. Its tip was rounded. Pablo made her climb on a low wooden box in front of the cross and then lifted her just enough to make the cornu enter her wide-gaping rectum. It was quite a big piece of rough wood, thick enough to be painful even for Aurélie's over-stretched anal passage. Then he released her arms one by one and bound her wrists to the ends of the horizontal piece of the cross. In that position, they were level with her shoulders, extending on each side of her body at right angles. She could feel the coarse surface of the wooden upright against the skin of her back as she stood precariously on her tip toes, trying to lift as much of her weight off the painful horseshoes screwed into her throbbing feet. Her naked body was slightly curved away from the post. Her breasts, still transfixed by the metal rod, were now hanging hideously down her chest. Pulling the plough had stretched them beyond repair And Aurélie's nipples were now level with her navel, her formerly proud, jutting breasts now resting shapelessly like dog's ears against her torso.

She could not believe her eyes when she saw Pablo approaching a heavy mallet and a thick square nail, similar to those used to fix the rails. He placed its tip against the middle of her left wrist. Understanding what he was about to do, she frantically shook her head from side to side while uttering what was probably a howled 'NO' but was changed into a 'O' by her ring gag. She tried to yank her arm away but it was tied too tightly and she could not move her wrist by one centimetre. Pablo gave a heavy blow of the mallet upon the nail's head. It penetrated the skin, the flesh and the nerves before embedding itself into the hard wood behind. The point had skilfully been driven right in between the radius and the cubitus. She was in so much pain, her mind saturated by the pain radiating from her left arm that she did not notice that the same treatment was being done to her right wrist until the flash of pain exploded as the nail was hammered into her right forearm.

As she howled in deep agony, she saw through her tears that he was leaving her to her predicament. She could not believe that he had actually nailed her wrists to the cross-piece. As she looked left and right, she could see the wide nail square heads pressed against the coils of rope that were securing her forearms to the timber. There had been surprisingly little blood and most of it had been drunk by the hemp. Still, her muscles were transfixed and it felt as if her arms and hands were totally paralysed. She could not move her fingers. They remained crooked, slightly trembling. Her face was a mask of tremendous agony around her wide-gaping mouth. She was covered with sweat. She was now trying to rest all her weight on her torturous high-heels so as to spare her freshly nailed wrists additional pain. However, the horseshoes did not offer a very stable platform. Moreover her ankles were tired from the efforts they had had to sustain while ploughing and they often twisted under her and whenever it happened she was giving painful yanks to her aching arms.

Pablo soon returned, carrying a roll of thin barbed wire. Aurélie's breasts had dropped so much because of the previous tortures that they were useless for his next plans. Lifting the elongated flap of suffering flesh that had been his guest's left breast, Pablo began to coil the barbed wire around its base. As he progressed from the base toward the nipple, the flesh got pushed forward. He stopped the coils after the rod had been correctly engulfed between them and then, after having gone back toward the chest, he switched to the right breast where he repeated the operation. Aurélie's boobs were now taut again with two melons of red flesh ballooning out of the barbed coils but they were still hanging miserably down her torso. To solve the problem, Pablo knitted a kind of barbed wire grid he applied upon, or rather into, the bulging mushrooms. There was one strand on the left of each aureole, one on their right, one above and one below. They were encasing the aureole into a square piece flesh. As the strands were digging deep into the skin, square bits of flesh were bulging out hideously. Pablo then fixed those hellish bra cups in place behind her back, very tightly. The melons were squeezed back against Aurélie's chest, partly covering their barbed-wire wrapped bases, once again thrusting proudly and firmly forward.

Aurélie was already suffering like a condemned in Hell. Every breath was causing additional torture to her deformed breasts. But Pablo was not yet finished with her chest. He fished for her nipples in between the barbs and clamped a bell to each of them. The bells weighed some 50-grams, enough to stretch the nipples and aureole down until they rested directly against the barbs of the wire dug in the flesh below them. Finally, to the hammer of each bell he attached a heavy spiked ball. They were hanging at the end of a long chain that made them swing level with her crotch.

Pablo took a few steps backward to admire his work. His prisoner was contorting herself on the top of the box, attempting to keep standing on her toes to prevent the screws from grinding into her heel bones and her weight from pulling on her nailed wrists and broken elbow joints. He was relishing the terror and agony that was obvious on her grimacing face. She was desperately keeping her pleading eyes fixed on him in a vain attempt to spark pity in his heart. She could not understand that it was exactly this kind of look that made his prick harder. The vain attempts she made to articulate her complaints around the wide ring gag were very sexy to him as well. She was too noisy though, he would have to fix that.

But first he wanted to make her dance a little more varied. Coming back to the cross, he hammered two wooden posts in the ground, one on each side of the box she was currently standing on. Their blunt tips were a little higher than its top. Gently, he grabbed her left ankle and he pulled her leg sidewards until Aurélie could feel it under the ball of her foot. "Believe me, keep your foot her now. You don't want to step down from it. Not yet at least," he warned her, while he did the same with her right foot. Then he removed the box, leaving her standing on top of the posts, with her feet about 60 centimetres apart. She looked down and realised that if she were to step off the posts now, nothing would prevent her from impaling herself onto the cornu that was already raping her anus.

Then Pablo produced a jar. Although Aurélie could see its brownish, greenish, dubious, shapeless content through the transparent container she could not determine what it was. The Mexican man put a plastic glove on his right hand and opened the lid. Immediately, a strong, throat-clenching stench spread around: the infamous, unbearable smell of rotten meat. Pablo plunged his gloved hand into the jar and scooped some of the rotten chopped meat and brought it to the poor girl's face. Aurélie turned her head away, wrinkling his nose in disgust. That was all she could do to escape her tormentor's hand as he began to smear the stinking matter on her face. Pablo rubbed his gloved hand all over her face, taking particular care to get the rotten meat on her eyes, into her nostrils and ears and even into her mouth. Then he went down her suffering naked body, replenishing his hand whenever needed. He made sure that not a single square millimetre was forgotten, from the tip of her hair to the tip of her toes, including all the crooks and folds of her vulva and the crack of he butt.  He even went to the point of inserting a big piece of maggot-filled rotten meat  into her vagina, completed with an iron ring at the rim of her sex to keep the orifice spread open. The French girl's body was now glistening in the sun from a mix of her own sweat and from the putrid juices. The air around was atrocious and Pablo had to resist the urge to puke. The scent was not unanimously despised though as an increasing number of flies was beginning to swarm around the crucified girl.

Again, Pablo stepped away to look at the whole figure. The scene was almost perfect. With a self-appreciating look on his face, he began to explain the challenge.

"This time, your task will be to protect the corn field from the crows. You will have to scare them away until the night falls. If you fail, you'll remain here until sunrise... And now, of course, as a scarecrow, you must not be allowed to scream, so..."

On those words, he came back to Aurélie, holding a piece of black rubber that looked a little like a butterfly. He pushed it into her mouth and began to pump it up, causing the two "wings" to grow larger and larger, until her cheeks were bulging from the inner pressure. The gag was now sealing her mouth totally shut while rendering her face even uglier than before. Then Pablo left and walked more than one hundred metres away. He pulled out a a pair of binocular and, laying comfortably on a deck-chair, he began to look at Aurélie's performance.

The poor girl had been bound facing south-west, towards the afternoon sun. Her naked body was facing unprotected the hot rays and she was already suffering from the exposition, sweating like a fountain, which, mixed with the putrid smell emanating from the rotten meat smeared all over her, attracted more flies. They were busily crawling all over her, feasting on the delicacies that had been offered to them. The itching they caused was driving the French girl crazy. At first, she only had to shake her body to make all the little black and green insects to take off in a buzzing swarm but the flies quickly grew accustomed to see no really dangerous attack and soon they were not bothering anymore by any movement she could make. Her eyes, her nostrils, her lips were circled by the dark line of eager flies, side by side, drinking from the moisture source. The same was happening around her vulva and stretched anus. The most disturbing part was when they tried to get into her ears, the buzzing sound was maddening.

As she suffered from the insect harassment, another type of throe was growing: to prevent her nailed and broken arms to support her weight, she had to stand on top of the blunt posts set in the ground. After only five minutes, the ball of her feet had grown raw from resting on the narrow support. She began to switch her weight from one foot to the other, contorting her body in the process. She glided her feet over the posts so that another part of her soles was resting in the rough wooden pegs. Through his binoculars, Pablo could see how she tried to wrap her toes around the tip of the posts, as if her feet were hands and they could grip themselves monkey-fashion. After some time of this gymnastics, the ball of her feet and her toes was unbearably sore. She tried to use the front part of her horse-shoes but that caused the screws to grind so cruelly into her metatarsal bones that she could not bear more than a few seconds of that. Instead, she tried to use the arch of her sole to support herself. It was possible to pass the posts inside the U-shapes the horse-shoes. The steep arch her feet were kept in by the heel screws were not helping her to maintain her balance, but at least this was a part of her sole that had been protected so far. Resting on them provided her with some soothing relief, even though it made her sink one or two centimetres over the thick cornu.

Her slow, grimacing dance continued for sometime but soon her inner soles had too grown over-sensitive. Once she had exhausted all the untouched spots of her feet she was back to her former situation. With infinite difficulty and pain, she switched again to resting on the front part of the ball of her feet. The relief did not last long and soon she was again in deep agony. She had the impression that her soles had been skinned and that the posts were grinding into her very flesh. The throbbing pain was getting less and less bearable. She was grimacing and moaning silently behind the inhuman butterfly gag.

At some point it seemed that nothing could be worse than standing on these infernal points. She banged her head against the post and let her feet slip from their torturous supports. As the grinding pressure disappeared she felt an immense relief. It vanished quickly though as her weight was now impaling her slowly on the monstrous cornu. Her already destroyed rectum was stretched even wider and the coarse wood was scraping at her inner walls. Her eyes grew wide with pain and horror and she tried to lift herself with her arms, renewing the agony of her dislocated elbows and transfixed wrists. Her feet searched for the upright post and tried to push her body upwards, however the metal of the horse-shoes could find no purchase on the wood and her legs were vainly contorting on the sides of the cross, like frog legs. The sight brought a joke to Pablo's fascinated mind and he grinned inwardly.

After a few more pathetic and useless attempts, she had sunk a little deeper on the impaler, causing more pain to her rear opening. The pull on her arm and chest muscles were making her breathing more laboured, more difficult, as if her diaphragm was struggling to suck air into her lungs. After a few minutes, this uncomfortable feeling changed to sheer anguish. She parted her legs and began to look for the posts. In her current position, looking down was not easy and she had to feel around with her toes to find the wooden supports that had tortured her feet a few moments before. At last she found them and was able to support her weight with her legs again. And almost immediately she began to feel the pain grinding into her soles again. This was no-win situation. Whatever decision she took she was going to suffer!

The same cycle repeated itself a few times. The poor girl was switching from torturing her feet to torturing her rectum and arms. The cycles tended to become shorter as each position was reaching the unbearable threshold sooner. Her skin was nearly black from all the flies crawling upon it. The constant swarming was driving Aurélie crazy but she no longer had the energy to scare them away. More dangerous were the crows that were circling the cross, closer and closer. Some of them dared to fly one metre or two in front of her, examining the hanging piece of flesh with their tiny, cruel eyes.

With time, the corvids accustomed themselves with the erratic, limited moves of their prospective prey. They were used to dying cows. They knew when the beasts had become too weak to offer any danger. But here the situation was somewhat different. This was a human being and they had learned to fear them and remain out of reach of their ranged weapons. The smart birds acted prudently. This human seemed a little different. She moved more slowly, and not very much. She was making no sound. The most daring among the crows landed a dozen metres from the cross and, with prudent hops, began to get closer.

Through her fly-ridden, sweat burned eyes Aurélie could see them getting bolder and bolder. As they came within one metre form her she began to feel scared. She did not like how they were looking at her. She tried to scream but hardly any sound made it past the huge butterfly gag that was spreading her mouth so wide. Somehow it felt a bit strange to have her mouth gaping wider than ever before whilst being unable to produce the least sound except meek "mmf mmmf". It seemed that her heart beats were making more noise than her voice. The crows were not impressed at all and they kept hopping closer. The futile attempts at scaring the animals, had the opposite effect, as they got more and more interested in the squirming figure. The smell of rotten meat was telling them that it was a dying animal, something more succulent than corn seeds. Getting closer and closer with short hops they studied the scarecrow, testing how much closer they could come without risk.

The biggest crow was particularly bold. It was the first to come in range, its small eyes focused on her left foot, its nostrils relishing the pungent odor. Aurélie could see it from the corner of her eyes as it was peering at her intently. She could see that it was on the verge of pecking at her foot. She wiggled her aching toes, moved her foot a little, grinding the wooden post painfully into her sore sole. The bird spread its wings anxiously but it did not take off immediately. Seeing that nothing happened except more toe wiggling, it progressively calmed down and closed its wings again. It inched closer again, its black beak a few centimetres from Aurélie's tortured foot.

With a sudden movement its beak pecked at the top of her foot. Aurélie's eyes grew wide from the pain but hardly a sound came out of her mouth. She kicked her wounded foot at the bird, which had already hopped away by that time. However, this made her lose her balance and fall from the posts, until the nails and the cornu yanked her to a stop. Climbing back on her foot-rests took forever as she kept loosing her balance or glide from the posts.

The other animals looked from afar, and noticing that the adventurous crow had been rewarded with something to eat, they started to come closer gradually. The pack of crows surrounding her was now denser. Aurélie tried to move her trembling legs to scare them but that caused so much painful grinding into her soles that she stopped that immediately. Then she thought of the bells that had been rigged to her nipples. She shook her chest and the little bells began to ting, while the spiked balls they were attached to flogged and raked her flanks and crotch. At the first sound, all the crows took off, scared. But of course Aurélie could not keep this cruel dance for long, and she fell back still, the crows began to gather again. Ringing the bells scared them a few more times, although they flew not as far as the first time. Aurélie could see that they were getting accustomed to that sound as well as they realised nothing bad happened to them.

Aurélie heard a flapping of wings next to her ear and, turning her head, saw a big crow sitting on the horizontal crosspiece, right next to her. It got overconfident aproaching the nailed wrists, smelling all the blood flowing from them. It got very close to her hands, that despite the heavy cramps still had some mobility in them. As the bird bent over to peck at the blood-soaked wrist rope, the suffering girl managed to grasp it by its neck. She squeezed as hard as she could, feeling and hearing a disgusting crunch as the delicate bones of the crow's skull and neck were crushed. The dying animal flapped its wings and jerked its claws, but it was as helpless as its killer was and all its efforts proved useless. At last, Aurélie reopened her hand and the black corpse fell at the foot of the cross.

The long minutes continued to pass and Aurélie's body was contorting itself against the cross as she tried to find a better position. She was grimacing and sweating profusely. Her skin was glistening, her muscles were bulging as they were full of horrible cramps. Progressively, the crows were coming back. They now knew they had to avoid their prey's hands. The began approaching her feet and legs. Aurélie had learned the hard way what happened is she tried to kick the bird away and so she did not dare to move. She was shaking her head and mumbling through the cruel gag to scare them, but that was all she could. Her belly too was moving caving in and out as she panted in panic. But this all proved not enough. Soon there were constantly two or three birds surrounding her parted feet and pecking at them and at her lower legs. Aurélie was wiggling her toes desperately, which only made them look more like worms. Her skin was covered with small wounds and rivulets of blood.

As the competition for their victim's legs was too fierce, some birds flew again to the horizontal bar of the cross. They were struggling each other to be as far from her hands as possible. From this perch, they could bend over and peck at the twisted flesh of her shoulders and biceps. Aurélie moved her arms a couple of time but she was too tired by now, and this was causing too much pain to her nailed wrists. Some crows tried to attack her head too but she was shaking it too much and this was frightening them. For some time....

Seeing that she could not move her arms anymore, one of the corvids felt bold enough to perch itself directly on her shoulder. She screamed higher as its claws pierced her taut skin. From this position, the bird was able to reach the ballooning breasts, which it knew was a piece of choice. Another bird quickly followed the first on the free shoulder and they began pecking hungrily at Aurélie's throbbing boobs. From time to time they tried to attack her face because they knew that the eyes were the tastiest delicacy, but Aurélie, panicked by the prospect of losing her eyes, was frantically shaking her head in all directions. Still she received many hits of their bloody beaks on her bulging cheeks and temples.

Her wide open vagina, with the rotten meat within was a very interesting target that the animals wasted no time in attacking. Of course the pole deep inside her rectum made difficult for Aurelie to move her sensitive orifice out of the way of the sharp beaks but the frantic girl tried time and again, grinding her innards against the roughness of the pole in a feeble attempt to protect her womb from a pair of crows that fought to secure a better access to her insides.

At last, the sun disappeared below the horizon and the crows flew away. Pablo was forced to recognize that none of them had attacked the corn field as they had been to busy with the poor French girl. As a Caballero, he had to hold his word and he began to release the throbbing woman from the cross. He removed the nails, which caused some blood to spurt out as the flesh had healed around the metal. Quickly he bandaged the wounds. At least he had not damaged any major blood vessel, but he wondered if the nerve ending had remained intact or if she would lose some use or sensitivity in her hands.