Aurelie's Mexican Vacations

Chapter 19: Linked fates

Maria's look of triumph did not last long as she saw Pablo approach her with a loaded syringe. For the second time, he put the woman he had sworn eternal love to to sleep. With both women now unconscious he set to work on the final part of his plan. He carried Maria's body and laid her on the top of a narrow table, face up. Then he laid the comparatively petite French girl on top of the first, also face up.

He started by piercing the French girl through the left wrist with a thick bolt, passing it also through the Mexican woman left wrist. Then he used a nut to join both arms together. He repeated the process with their right wrists. Now both girls were secured to each other. Pablo then turned to their legs, where he did the same with their ankles. by means of long bolts was passing behind their Achilles' tendon. As he screwed them through their flesh, they scraped the outer layers of their bones. The inhuman pain brought the girls back to consciousness. They tried to move their transfixed limbs but this only caused more agony as the bolts ground against the fresh wounds.

To better fix both girls together, Pablo quickly coiled a length of barbed wire around their waists, pulling it tight so as to press their bodies together. Aurélie felt the nasty little barbs stab into her skin and cut her breathing. The flaccid body of the other girl was pressing against her back, a touch that she found disgusting, in particular as both women were sweating profusely by now.

Meanwhile, Pablo brought out a long and thick skewer. To Aurélie's horror, he grabbed her floppy, stretched left breast and pressed the tip of the skewer against its side. Then he began to push it. The sharp steel point easily broke through the skin. The poor French girl screamed to the top of her lungs as the cruel Mexican man transfixed it from side to side. The skin began to protrude on the opposite side and suddenly the skewer emerged from the ball of throbbing female flesh. Pablo seized that opportunity to thread it through the last link of a heavy chain and then he continued by piercing the spike through her second breast. At the other end of that chain was a 10-kg spiked ball, which he placed on the table on her side, with the chain coiled around it.

By now, Aurélie was screaming continuously. Every breath felt like a renewed torture as she had to lift the heavy spike, which was moving through her throbbing glands. While her mouth was wide open, he took a pair of pincers and grabbed her tongue. Stretching it out of her howling mouth, he proceeded to coil a thin line of barbed wire around it, as tight as he could so that it looked like a hour-glass, with its tip bulging and swelling rapidly. He attached it to a thick chain, which he coiled inside her mouth, forcing it wide open, filled with the taste of blood and rust. The last link of the chain was connected to a large ring, which Pablo pierced through her septum.

As a final touch, Pablo got a piece of maggot-infested meat, a leftover from her day as a scarecrow, and shoved it deep up her vagina, until it was completely stuffed with it. Then he proceeded to sew her vulva lips together, trapping the disgusting contents along with its hungry inhabitants in her most intimate place. All along she was screaming to the top of her lungs, while squirming as much as she could. Under her, she could hear Maria moaning and cursing in Spanish. Aurélie was resenting the fact that, being on top, she was protecting her from torture. It seemed that Pablo was spending all his deviant creativity on herself.

Nearly mad with pain and anguish, Aurélie could not believe her eyes when Pablo got some wooden boards and started nailing them along the side of the table. Then she screamed louder as she suddenly realised that she was not lying on the top of a table, but on the bottom of a coffin, which the Mexican torturer was rapidly building around the women. In no time, the two women were trapped inside a wooden box.

This drove Maria mad. She had always been claustrophobic and the prospect of being enclosed into a box made her panic. She began to jerk and kick and arch her heavy body with violent bouts of rage. She was screaming like a demented woman. On top of her, Aurélie seemed to bounce and wave like a cork on a tempestuous sea. She was too weak to prevent the strong girl from moving and she was manipulated like a puppet as her limbs were bolted to Maria's. The Latina girl's buckling was so fierce that it was threatening to break the coffin apart. Irritated by her, Pablo produced a transparent plastic bag and placed it over Maria's head. He tied a string around her neck to prevent it from moving.

The bag did little to muffle her screams but soon the depletion of her oxygen began to force her to reduce the violence of her squirming. As she tried to breathe, the plastic was sucked against her sweat-soaked face. Its inner surface was blurred with condensation. Maria opened her mouth wide and the bag was forming a shallow cup inside her lips, alternately hollowing and expanding as she tried to breathe in or expelled more noxious gases in the confined space surrounding her face. A trickle of air was passing around her neck, bringing little drops of life to the choking woman. They were enough to keep her alive, but too little to allow her to struggle. Progressively, her struggling receded until it became a mere twitching and trembling. Aurélie could hear her laboured hissing just centimetres from her ears. She could feel the desperate attempts her former opponent was making to stay alive.

Focusing his attention back to the French girl, he placed his fingers around her left eye, pulling the eyelid by the lashes to near her eyebrows. Then he used an industrial-grade stapler to fixes it in place. Three staples were deeply embedded into the sensitive flesh, forcing Aurelia's eye wide open, which gave her a strange expression. After the process was repeated with the other eyelid, her face looked even more panicked than before as her eyes seemed to be bulging out of her face. The poor girl was desperately trying to close her eyes, to no avail. Tears began to flow down her cheeks.

Pablo carried a heavy metal rail, about 40 kg, and placed in the coffin, alongside the women, reducing even more the space inside the box. The ends of the rail were soldered to two chains ending with thick manacles that were closed around Aurélie's ankles. Then Pablo secured a bolt and nut just besides the one already transfixing her ankles. He screwed them tight with a wrench, as if the weak and restrained girl still had any chance of removing them. Finally, before closing the lid, as a final present to her former pen pal, he placed a couple of rats inside before nailing the lid shut. Once the last nail had been driven deep in the wood, the frantic women felt their coffin been moved about and placed into a car.

The two moaning girls were now plunged in darkness. They could feel the rats crawling around and over their sweaty bodies, their noses and whiskers rummaging all over their skin. Maria was producing horrible, gagging sound as she battled against asphyxia. She kept banging her fists and heels against the wooden walls in panic. She was shaking her head from side to side, vainly trying to get rid of the sweat-filled plastic that was now stick tight to her face. Aurélie's weight resting on top of her was making things worse, as was the cramped box surrounding their limbs. Her lungs were burning, her mind was entirely focused on breathing. She had found that if she breathed at a very slow, deliberate pace, the bag was not sucked into her mouth, allowing some air to enter. But now that the lid had been nailed, the air in the coffin too was getting thick, breathed and re-breathed by the two suffering women. As a result, what little bit of gas that trickled into her lungs was mostly composed of carbon dioxid, bringing little relief to Maria's throes.

Maria began to contort more violently, banging her skull against the bottom of the coffin. Aurelia could feel her body jerking under hers. The Mexican girl was no longer able to control her breathing. She was trying to suck hard. The bag was literally embedded in her face. Her lungs seemed to be filled with burning gasoline, her eyes were bulging out. She emitting strange, sinister gargles. At last, her body jolted in a last spasm and then remained still. Aurelia was unable to detect any hiss coming from her mouth, or any heaving in her ample chest. With a feeling of extreme horror, she realised she was now lying on a corpse, entombed with a cadaver, bolted to it! This almost caused her to throw out, which would probably have killed her, choked in her own vomit, but she managed to stop the urge at the last moment.

After some time, the vehicle stopped and the coffin was roughly manhandled. At some point, she was angled awkwardly, her feet higher than her head as she could hear the coffin grinding against the floor. With a jolt, her position became horizontal again. And then Aurélie heard the sound she had been dreading: the sound of earth thrown over the box. She screamed with inhuman terror. She was about to be buried alive along a dead body! She shrieked and banged her fists, kicked her toes against the wood. Her gaping mouth, packed with heavy chain and her strangled tongue did not allow her to produce meaningful words though.

Pablo smiled as he heard the muffled sound coming out of the box. It meant at least one of  the victims was still alive and aware of what was happening.

In spite of her frantic shrieks, the earth continued to land on the coffin, until it finally stopped, unless it could no longer be heard because she was now too deep to hear anything. The hopelessness of her situation suddenly appeared to the terrified French girl. Everything was dark around her. Maria's body was still warm. Then she felt a sting of pain in her left toes, the hungry rats were trying to gnaw at her. She kicked at the rodent, which squeaked and crawled away. At least for the moment this seemed to be enough to make the rats busy themselves on the corpse below her, probably preferring the unmoving feet over the twitching ones.

The air was already thick with her and the rats' respiration. She could feel the maggots moving inside her vagina, making it itch disagreeably. Maria's body would soon begin to rot, making the atmosphere inside the coffin unbearable. Aurélie realised that her death would be the slowest and the most dreadful that could be imagined. Unless she managed to escape. Her mind began to churn at high speed, reflecting about possible ways to get out of her tomb. That's when she remembered of the spiked balls Pablo had chained to the spike pierced through her breasts. Maybe she could use it as a tool to dig herself out?

She felt around with her hand until she found the ball. It was heavy, prickling with sharp spikes but she found that she could hold it by the ring to which the chain was fixed. As she moved her arms, pain was throbbing in her transfixed wrist. Moreover, feeling Maria's arms moving along with hers like a macabre puppet made her feel the urge to puke. Something she had better not do with that chain stuffed inside her mouth. As she moved about, her abs were contracting, which caused great pain as the barbed wire coiled around her waist was grinding into her flesh.

Shutting her mind to any other feeling, Aurélie began to scrape the spiked ball against the wooden lid, attacking it where her hands could reach it, which was in the area over her navel. In a movement that missed the target she gave a huge tug to the bar skewering her breasts, almost making her pass out in pain. She hissed through her teeth as she fought the white pain throbbing through her panting breasts.

Once she had recovered from the shock, she continued her efforts, scraping at the wood with the sharp spikes, feeling chips of wood and dust landing on her lap. In the dark, it was difficult to assess her progress until, at some point, she felt and heard that she was now digging into a different material. She had managed to pierce a hole through the wood. Something began to flow through it. It was sand and gravel. It was dry and warm. Frantically, she continued grinding into the wood, widening the hole. Dust began to fly in the thickened atmosphere of the coffin, making her cough. The rats were getting frantic too, crawling in circle around Maria's body.

As Aurélie kept raking the spiked ball against the lid, more sand poured into her tomb, forming a heap that was slowly filling the bottom of the coffin, engulfing Maria. But suddenly the pouring slowed down and was replaced by a ray of light. She realised that she had not been buried very deep. Maybe it was another trick from Pablo, willing to leave her a chance to escape, another deadly challenge. Her hope strengthened by the sight of light, Aurélie kept widening  the hole, causing more sand to fall in. She was progressing towards her head, shaping an oblong hole that was about half as wide as the coffin. She imagined that it would be enough for her to squeeze herself out.

At last it seemed that the hole would be large enough to let her pass through. From her position, the only thing she could see was the blue, cloudless sky. The coffin had been buried less than one foot deep and the gravel and sand that had been over the hole was now heaped on Aurélie midsection, forming a vague cone. She pushed it towards her feet as well as she could to gain some room to move. Then she tried to sit up. She had not extended the hole to her head for two reasons: firstly, she was afraid to manhandle the heavy spiked ball so close to her face, and secondly because she did not want the earth to fall over her head. As a result, she now had to duck her head and contort her neck to reach the closest side of the hole, which was just over her neck.

After several fruitless attempts, she managed to do it. Her head was out of the dreaded coffin! She could feel the ragged edge of the hole raking her nape, but still she felt comforted. But now she came upon a new problem: she was still moored to Maria by her wrists, ankles and waist. If she were to get out of the hole, she would either have to drag her with her or find a way to free herself from the corpse. Maria was rather fat. She was heavy and thick. Lifting her would be difficult for the smaller French girl. And squeezing their two bodies through the makeshift opening would be hard too. So Aurélie decided to try and free herself.

First she began to uncoil the barbed wire that was strangling their mid-sections. This was a slow and painful process as she could not avoid to prick her palms and fingers and to claw at her belly flesh. It took her a long time to free her waist from the cruel wire, and it left her waist bloody and raked with countless angry red linear cuts. Now she would have to free her wrists and ankles.

Pablo had used big bolts and nuts to pierce them together. She found out that she could easily unscrew the nuts, which then allowed her to pull the bolts out of their bloody holes. The process was extremely painful and gory but it was not overly long and difficult. Actually, it took her less time to free all four limbs than it had to free her waist.

At last she was detached from Maria.