It was a hot day in the Chihuahua desert...the lovely virgin miss Hayek was in her stagecoach in this old west when the stagecoach was attacked by cowboys.  They shot and killed everyone onboard but the beautiful Salma Hayek.  She bolted away, knowing she would be kept as a sex toy.  But they caught her quickly.  “Don’t resist miss, or you will dearly regret it.” one man said, as he brutally smacked her with a massive cattle whip.  She screamed and fell to the ground in tears...her dress shredded from the impact, and the beautiful dark skin on her rump exposed.  They grabbed her, and she was continually struggling.  However, they successfully tore her clothes off, tied her wrists and ankles, and the leader fondled her.  He harshly ran his hand over her whole body, grabbing viciously her buttocks, hips, and any other fleshy, squeezable part of her curvy little Latin body.  Then he went for her breasts, and he squeezed them until she violently tried to escape, screaming and crying from the pain.  “Shut up, slave!” he said, shoving her to the ground.  They then took turns viciously fucking her in the ass; they had no intention of pleasuring her.  She writhed with pain from the extremely brutal raping, tears pouring over her gorgeous face, her luscious lips trembling as blood dripped from her ass; the pain was all to evident by her whimpering.  Finally, a man grabbed her by the hair and forced his cock deep into her throat.  Defiant and furious as ever, she bit down with all her might.

“You little bitch!” he cried, slapping her tender face.  Collapsing to the ground crying, she couldn’t even recover before they grabbed her and dragged her towards a saguaro cactus.  “We warned you, senorita! now you’re going to pay for your resistance!”  Much to her horror, they lashed her to the saguaro, pressing the front of her body extremely tightly against the cactus.  She screamed bloody murder as they donned gloves, and adjusted her so that her nipples and pussy were deeply gauged by the tiny spikes.  They gagged her, not being able to bear the caterwauling; still, poor Salma’s agonized scream was only slightly muffled, and she jerked uncontrollably, only further rubbing her very sensitive organs against the evil plant.  Despite all this horrible torture, the leader got out a metal-tipped cat nine tails and flogged poor Salma’s bare back, legs, and ass.  They then got a smaller cactus, about two feet long and sic inches across, and rammed it deep in and out of her ass, vigorously.  Her screaming and crying and jerking became even more intense as she suffered this extreme cruelty.  But then they got another one, and did the same thing to her pussy, as one man continued the horror in the ass.  Then another was rammed into her throat by yet another man...then the flogging resumed.  Poor, poor Salma!

After hours...her skin deeply reddened and swollen from the abuse, they stopped their assault and ate lunch.  They removed the cacti from her ass, mouth, and vagina, and they took her down from the cactus.  She couldn’t stop crying and sobbing from the pain...painful thorns stuck to the entire front of her body.  She kneeled, thinking it was over and she would now just become a common sex slave...a thought that relieved her now.  But her worst fear happened, they grabbed her and lashed her to a different cactus, only from the back side; her flogged and striped back being tightly pressed against the shrub, and her tormented ass spread around it and tightened.  She screamed in agony, more desperately trying to escape the pain...but to no availed, all she could do was cry as they rammed even larger cacti into her cunt and mouth and resumed her flogging...to the more sensitive half of her body.  Her tears would make you think she would die of dehydration soon.  They continued the torture for even longer than the first...her only response being helpless crying and struggling.  They only felt horny at the site of her extreme suffering.  At nightfall, they set off to their home base.  They left all the cacti dug deep into her parts, and tied her to a line behind the horses, dragging her naked, curvaceous, self behind them.

Her gorgeous body was beet red, her face distorted by pain, and she was peppered with thorns on every part of her extremely sensitive body.  She flopped helplessly through the sand like a fish that has been caught and dragged onto a boat.  They finally arrived at their ranch, and they quickly grabbed her and rushed her into cold dungeon and chained her vertically on spreader bars.  “Please, let me sit or lie down...my legs and body ache so much!  Please!!!” she cried, sobbing.  “You should of thought of that, bitch!”  Was her response.  They left her there, and servants came in.  They threw extremely hot water on her, causing her to scream and struggle  with what little energy and voice she had left.  They then plucked each of the thorns off one by one with pliers...each and every one pulling on her tormented skin.  She could only whimper as she endured further suffering and starvation.  When they were done, they took the pliers and pinched her nipples and pussy, torturing her so as to make her struggle...they jerked themselves off to it, and left her dangling there...in utter agony and despair.

The next morning, she was fed and bathed and done up beautifully...her rashes soothed by creams and lotions.  All this for her permanent position; to satisfy the sexual desires of all those who lived at this large crime hub.  The leader got her first...he tied her up to a special frame that forced her body into a painful doggy style position and fucked her violently, making sure to make her remember how horrible her first sex had been.  Each of the dozens of men there took turns fucking her from the pussy, ass, and mouth... her body aching from the horrible position and the extremely tight nipple clamps, feeling like they would fall off.  She writhed and squirmed from the pain...to no avail.  When it was done, they branded her just above her curvy ass with the ranch’s mark.  She wailed from the burning pain, and they all thoroughly revelled in her suffering.  She was that night shown her room; it was a tiny 6 x 6 dark cell with no light at all with a mild scorpion infestation.  She was to be subjected every day, all day, and sometime at night, to sexual abuse ranging from torture to rape or both for the rest of her young life...and any daughters she may bare.  As she curled up in a corner, screaming and jumping from the sting of scorpions, she wept herself to sleep...thus begun the new, tragic, life of the beautiful Salma Hayek.