Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 17: Pablo's wife

"There, honey!" Pablo said in a soft voice. "This is all over. You have done quite a good job and you have won your freedom. I'm going to heal you and then you'll be free to go back to France."

The barely conscious French girl hardly reacted but a faint smile seemed to appear on her grimacing face. With infinite precautions, Pablo carried her back to the hacienda. After having washed her and attended her countless wounds, he fed her with some liquid food. Then he clothed her with a white night dress and laid her on a comfortable bed. There he tied her spread-eagled on the thick mattress. Aurelie was beginning to feel stronger but she was still suffering considerably. She also felt totally exhausted, having been deprived of sleep for so many days and nights.

"My dear, I need to go to the city to collect better medical supplies. I should be back in 7 or 8 hours. Until then, you can sip more liquid food from this bottle," Pablo said, pointing to a two-litre bottle that was hanging inverted above the bed with a hose dangling from it. "Take as much rest as you can. You'll soon be fitter than ever, I am sure. You are a strong and resilient girl."

On these words, the Mexican man locked the door behind him and left. Aurelie did not even heard him remove the key from the hole, she was already deep into Morpheus' arms. She was at last in a situation where she was not feeling agonizing pain but only the soreness from her cramped muscles, her sunburned and wounded skin. She lapsed in and out of consciousness, her sleep interrupted by nightmares reminiscent from her previous ordeals.  But still she was feeling hope. She remembered hearing between dreams words from Pablo about healing her so she might return to her place. She was now in a comfortable bed, and her most severe wounds had been bandaged.

When she heard the door being unlocked she expected to see her Mexican pen-pal coming back with some ointments, bandages and painkillers. So it came as a surprise to see a heavy-built Latina woman storming into the room. Her face was at first showing anger but it quickly turned to cruel delight as she realised that Aurelie was strapped to the bed, totally helpless.

Aurelie looked at the new-comer with puzzled eyes, a little scared by the hate she could read into the woman's eyes. She pulled on her restraints, only to find again that she could not move her limbs more than a few inches in each direction.

"Who... who are you?" she asked, anxiousness obvious in her voice.

"I am Maria, Pablo's wife. I have eyes in this hacienda, and when I was told that my husband had brougth a thin young girl here I knew why he had insisted on me staying in the city. He wanted to have time to play with you. And I see that he has done everything in his fantasies. I've known he has such filthy ideas for quite some time."

"You are Pablo's wife? He never told me he was married... Otherwise I would never have accepted to play with him... You must believe me!" Aurelie replied, suddenly feeling in a very dangerous situation.

"By the time I finish with you, there will be nothing desirable of your body left to entice him to even look at you. He will be repulsed by your mere sight!" Maria continued. "And believe me we have plenty of time, he will be out at least eight hours"

"Listen Maria, we don't have to do this. I feel as cheated on as you do, I assure you. I thought Pablo was alone. Let's team up together instead of fighting each other!" the bound woman argued.

"Oh, I will just make sure that he doesn't lay his eyes on you without feeling disgust.. or any other man"

"I swear that I am going to leave immediately and never  come back. You don't need to do anything to me!"

She locked the door again, leaving the desperate french girl to try to escape this unexpected turn of events. Aurelie struggled against her restraints but the buckles had deftly been placed out of reach of her fingers and she had not enough time to try and break them. A few minutes later Maria came back, pushing a cart carrying all the tool she had found in the hardware storage. She started by removing all the sheets and the mattress from the bed, leaving Aurelie lying spread on the wire frame. This granted her more slack into her restraints, but not enough to reach the buckles. The poor girl could now feel the cold frame pressing against her back. Maria plugged a soldering iron into a wall socket and put it aside, waiting for it to get hot.

"What are you going to do with that iron???" Aurelie asked, scared by the cold, determined look on Maria's face. Again her muscles bulged as she yanked on the leather straps, causing the restraint to press into her skin and make her flesh bulge around them.

Once the soldering iron was glowing red, Maria took it and approached it from her helplessly spread victim. She pushed it into her navel. Aurelie was looking at the glowing tool with bulging eyes. At first she thrashed about violently in her binds but once the iron was too close she froze still, hollowing her belly, as if she could flatten herself through the bed wire-frame. She felt the heat radiating against her trembling skin. And suddenly the point entered her belly button with a sizzling sound and a puff of smoke. The pain was so high that her coarse voice echoed between the walls of the room. The french girl had a violent jerk that twisted Maria's wrist, causing her to drop the iron, burning her hand in the process. The iron made an agonizingly slow glide from the red-head's navel until it fell on the wire-frame, leaving an ugly red line across her belly.

"Fucking bitch! I'll make sure you can't even move an inch." Maria hissed.

The Latina girl took the strap on Aurelie's left wrist, and placing her foot against the frame she pulled with all her might, putting even most of her considerable weight onto the task, while Aurelie felt like the limb was about to pop out of its socket. The process was repeated on her right arm. Now the girl was so taut that only her buttocks was in contact with the metal frame below. Sweating from the inhuman stretching of her body, Aurelie was moaning and begging Maria to leave her alone. Her sore muscles had not been able to resist the strength of her tormentor.

Now assured that her canvas of flesh was conveniently secure Pablo's wife resumed her work with the soldering iron. To Aurelie's horror and agony, she saw the soldering iron drawn across her belly, tracing big, charred characters. Blisters popped around the burnt, embossed line behind the glowing tool. After a couple of minutes, the air was filled with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke. The word SLUT had been etched on her navel. The engraving was deep and thick. It was ugly, it was disgusting and above all it was permanent. Aurelie was looking at the throbbing letters glowing on her abs with mute horror.

"Forget about wearing a bikini ever again." Maria said to impress her point. "Nor are you going to show your tits to anyone..." she continued with an evil snarl.

She pulled her victim's right breast by the nipple, stretching it downwards. Then she started ethcing W H. She followed with an O right on her sternum and finished her word by engraving R E over the left breast. The pain was even fiercer on the tender skin of the chest and Aurelie howled again to the top of her lungs. Her breasts had already been through a lot during the last days and their shape was quite deformed. But now with those deep charred scars they would be utterly horrible.

Aurelie thought her suffering was over as she saw her tormentor unplugging the soldering iron. But Maria 's lust for revenge was not yet quenched and, in an act of extreme cruelty, she spread the poor girl's pussy lips apart, found her urethra and stuck the soldering iron into its opening to let it cool down. There was a hiss and a nauseating sizzling sound as the small pipe was cauterized. Aurelie's high-pitched shriek drilled into Maria's ear-drums, almost painfully.

The agony was so extreme that it caused the French girl to pass out. But her remission was not long as soon a stream of liquid hit her face, bringing her back to consciousness. This was to see the Maria's hairy, filthy crotch squatting over her face and pissing all over her face. Aurelie turned her face away but this did not prevent her tormentor to soak her face and hair thoroughly, saturating her senses with the foul stench of her urine.

"Oh my dear, such a mess of hair, all tangled an smelly. I'll fix all that for you" the woman said with sadistic glee.

She tore some ribbons into the bed sheet and soaked them in a bottle of alcohol. Then grabbing a long strand of Aurelie's hair, she twisted the piece of fabric with it into a tight ball, fixing it with some hair pins, like a bum. She repeated the operation until the girl's head was covered with little balls of hair, making sure to pull each hair almost out of its roots, causing much agony to the red-head's scalp. Aurelie was contorting and shaking her head, wondering what Maria was about to do. The big Latina woman had to sit on her chest and block her head between her knees to complete her task properly

Aurelie's expression of pain changed into one of panic as she saw the latina woman holding a lighter in her hand. She clicked it with her thumb and a blue flame came to life, which she slowly approached from one the hair balls. With a low woof, the ball took fire, emitting a brown, stinking smoke. One by one the alcohol-drenched hair balls were set ablaze. At first the French girl only registered the smell of burnt hair along with the urine and alcohol that soaked it, but soon the pain of having her scalp slowly burned started. She screamed to the top of her lungs, shaking her head from side to side in a vain attempt to kill the flames. But the alcohol was making it impossible. The stench was horrible, and the pain was growing fast to become unbearable when the fire began to lick at the very skin of her scalp, burning the last remnant of her hair and causing hideous blisters to pop up. At last, by lack of combustible, the flames died off, leaving her skull horribly charred and definitely bald. Gone was the fiery mane Aurelie had always been so proud of.

The poor girl was sobbing, both from the pain and from the knowledge that her head had been changed for the worst with no way back. She was appalled by the depth of Pablo's wife hatred when the sadistic woman repeated the process on her pubic hair. She felt the coldness of pure alcohol being poured over her bush, quickly followed by the intense heat as it was set to fire. There was less to consume though and the flames were soon dead, after having burnt all her hair and leaving her crotch glowing red. Then Maria used her lighter to burn away the short armpit hair that had grown during the last days. The heat was causing blisters to form under her arms and the poor French girl was screaming and struggling desperately to escape the torture.

Then Maria looked at her victim. She laughed at the sad state of her breasts. They were all bruised and stretched, unable to stand proudly on her chest as they used to. Pablo's wife decided to try and stretch them even longer. She tied a pair of rough pieces of wood above and under her breasts, and then cinched a third rope in the middle, between her boobs. She tightened all three coils of rope to the maximum, bringing the two planks almost together. Aurelie's floppy breasts were flattened to a thickness of merely two centimetres. The aureole could be seen protruding in front of the planks, forming little balls of ultra-taut, purple, throbbing flesh, with nipples of an incredible length. Blue veins were swelling under the thin skin.

Maria threaded the middle rope through a pulley set in the ceiling and began to pull on it, gradually putting more of her weight in the action. At first, Aurelie was raised from the bed-frame, her body forming and arch, pulled upwards by her breasts, until she was stopped by the chains holding her to the four corners of the bed. She was screaming and begging pitifully Maria to release her. The pain in her tortured breasts was unbearable and she was fearing that they might be torn from her chest. The cuffs began to dig into the flesh and bones of her ankles and wrists, her spine began to ache from the severe bending it was subjected to, but Maria showed no sign of mercy. In the contrary, she was now lifting her feet from the floor, putting all her weight at the other end of the rope that was pulling at Aurelie's breasts. Maria was much heavier than her victim, maybe twice her weight. She began to make little bounces, lifting and lowering her feet with cruel yanks. Aurelie's breast started to slip between the planks, catching several wooden splinters in the process and turning to a darker shade of purple. All along, Aurelie's coarse voice was echoing between the walls of the room. Her bulging eyes were focused on the balls of flesh that were protruding out of the planks. They were getting smaller and smaller, darker and darker. As her breasts were forced between the planks, she was sure the aureole would burst and explode their mashed glands out. Somehow she was hoping it would happen as this might reduced the pain she was feeling, even if it would mean the total destruction of her boobs. Her agony was so high that this did not mattered anymore. But such a kind of relief was not allowed her. Finally, only her aureole and damaged nipples were remaining to support the weight of both girls. Maria put her feet back on the ground and, with a quick jump, pulled the wooden planks clear of her body as the French girl fell back to the mattress, screaming in utter agony. Her breasts had been stretched even longer. They were now resting on her belly, flat and shapeless, covered with shards and scratches, while their owner was crying unstoppably from the intense pain that was throbbing inside them.

But the part that most interested Maria in exacting her revenge was Aurelie's vagina, and for that she used a set of smaller wooden planks to entrap her vulva, clitoris included, between them. She repeated the process of lifting her by the trapped flesh until it was squeezed free between the planks. This was too much pain to the poor victim who passed out during the process. When she finally woke up, it was to see that the skin and ligaments of her vulva had been stretched to the point they were now dangling between her legs, stretched to five centimetres.

After repeating the process two more times finally Maria decided to move to other methods to exact her revenge.

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Pablo returned to the Hacienda to a cacophony of screams that could be heard from a mile away. He quickened his pace and entered the room to find the burned and broken body of Aurelie still on the bed where he had left her. Maria was over her, marking her skin with a soldering iron inch after inch. Aurelie was obviously exhausted by so many hours of continuous torture. She was babbling incoherently, her blood-injected eyes were rolling and blinking madly, her muscles were twitching, tiredly pulling on her chains, her screams were hoarse.

"Wow! Honey, you have done quite a job on her..." Pablo said, seeing what his wife had done to his guest. He looked at Aurelie's body. He felt a mix of anger and frustration. The French girl had obviously been totally destroyed. There was no way she would ever recover a normal life, now. Maria had made sure of it. Her bald, burned head resembled more a character from a horror movie than one of a real human being. Her abdomen and chest were a testament to all the insults in Maria's vocabulary, each of them sketched with the soldering iron. Her progress could be guessed by the position of the words. She had started over her breast and ended writing on her wide-spread thighs. She had started with the English words she knew: "whore", "bitch", "slut" , so that everywhere in the world they would understand what she was. Those words were repeated once over her right breasts and then on the other one. Once she had run out of English words, she moved to the few French ones she knew. Those would have a deeper impact on her psyche: "pute", "salope", "chienne", "traînée", "grosse truie" filled her pelvis and thighs. In the end she completed the book of painful writing with many words in her native language: "puta", "cabrona", "perra", "zorra", "puerca". These last ones repeated over and over again wherever there was an empty space, and her elongated breasts gave plenty of space. There were a few letters written on her stretched labia but it seemed that the task of writing on that part of her anatomy had been too complicated and she had instead merely filled her lips with dark stops. Her forehead , just below the burned scalp, was adorned with a crude drawing of a cock and balls complete with hair. The word "cock" seemed to glow on her right cheek, responding to the word "sucker" on the left one. She had then pulled her head down, not only to let her see the handy-work, but also so she could carve "cunt" behind her head. Each of her palms had "cheap hand jobs" written on them. The same words were repeated on the top of her hands and along her forearms. A cock had been drawn on the top of her feet, and "Put your cock here" on the back of her calves, along with an arrow pointing upwards. Finally, "SLUT" was burnt on the soles of her feet. For those last two words, she had made sure to overwrite them several times so the scars would be embossed into her flesh. She had been envisioning the French girl walking barefoot on the dirt and leaving foot-prints bearing the humiliating word wherever she walked.

No amount of plastic surgery would ever be able to erase those letters from her body. The words "I cheated on Maria", engraved just above her butt, had probably been added as a warning for any other woman that dared lay her eyes on Pablo. Such an incriminating evidence was not to be taken lightly. Her labia were deformed, looking more like the ears of an elephant than the fleshy petals of a woman. They too sported several burnings and cauterized cuts. And if he thought that her breasts had been very much damaged during his cruel challenges, they now looked absolutely beyond all repair, all their fat cells and fibres being severed.

Aurelie seemed shocked. Her eyes were wandering over her defaced body, wondering how she could ever have a normal life with a body in such a state. Who would ever want a secretary that would make such a good job at scaring the visitors away by her sole appearance? Which kind of man would be attracted to the revolting wreck she had been turned into? When she saw Pablo entering the room, she began to smile weakly in the midst of her woes, but when she saw the look of disgusted horror that filled his eyes at her sight, her heart sunk even deeper.

Pablo filled a syringe with some sedative he had bought to make the French girl to sleep and speed her recovery. He approached the screaming girl to at least silence her for a while as her hoarse screams did not sound human anymore. He hesitated for a moment and then suddenly stabbed the syringe into the neck of a surprised Maria. The Latina girl staggered, tried to brace against the bed and then fell over the throbbing body of her victim, where she began to snore noisily.

She was lying in a strange position, on her belly, with her butt somewhat lifted up. Pablo had always loved her big butt and as it was now stretching the thin material of her dress, pervert ideas came to his mind. Quickly, he trussed the dress and pulled his wife's panties down her legs. And then he took her from behind, pounding her heavy form right on top of the moaning Aurelie. In a couple of minutes he had discharged his load into Maria's fat pussy. Relieved, he readjusted himself. Finally, tired to listen to Aurelie's cries and begging, he refilled his syringe with the same dose of sedative and everything went black for her.