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Candice sat in the back seat of the car and looked out at the beautiful landscape. The ride up the dusty road over the past hour had been uneventful. Densely forested mountains rose to either side. All of the windows in the dilapidated car were open against the sun's brutal heat.
For the short drive, the young actress had chosen to wear a sleeveless cotton dress with an orange floral pattern, white cotton panties and bra, white sandals, and a Yankee baseball cap. Her passport and a great deal of other incidental junk were in the white handbag at her side. Her hair was again tied back into a ponytail.
After fifteen minutes of fruitlessly attempting to engage Pepe in conversation, it became painfully clear from his terse answers that he did not want to talk. For some reason, she had the impression that he was very nervous about something. Perhaps, she reflected, it was because of the circumstances of their first meeting.
Respecting his silence, Candice relaxed back into the seat and tried to enjoy the drive.
The first clue that anything was amiss was the steady stream of tense expletives coming from Pepe's lips. Looking ahead through the cracked windshield, Candice could clearly make out the military roadblock ahead.
Terrified, as much because of Pepe's reaction as her past torture, she gazed with mounting fear as their car slowly approached. Once close enough for her to examine these soldiers in greater detail, it became apparent, both from their attitude and disheveled appearance, that these were not members of the government militia. However, their widespread formation and automatic weapons, held at the ready, also made it clear that they were prepared to stop the car by any means necessary. From the car window, Candice counted twelve soldiers and, with some relief, noted that four of these were women.
Pepe looked back at her in terror. "Rebels. Please senorita, don't let them know that you're American."
Quickly and as discreetly as possible, Candice removed her baseball cap and passport from her handbag and jammed them into the crack between the seat cushion and backrest.
"Halto!" commanded a male Rebel who stepped forward into the path of the moving car with his Russian AK47 cradled in his arms.
With a loud screech from worn brakes, the car came to an abrupt stop. Quickly, the Rebels moved in to surround the car pointing their rifles menacingly.
"Get out and keep your hands where they can be seen," ordered the same man.
Both apprehensively opened their car doors and did as instructed. The Rebels quickly herded them at gunpoint to a position ten yards from the driver's door.
Gesturing with his machine gun, a different Rebel commanded, "Put your hands behind your head and don't move." Standing next to the car facing outward into the glaring sun, they again did their best to follow instructions.
Reaching into the car to get the keys, one of the Rebels opened the car trunk. Others went through the car looking for anything useful. Candice heard what she assumed was her purse being opened and dumped onto the ground.
Moments later, Candice saw one of the females approach the Rebel who had initially stopped their car holding a piece of paper out in front of her. Gazing quickly at the paper as the woman walked by, Candice recognized the letter, addressed to her old roommate in New York, which had been in her purse. The man took the offered document and came to stand in front of her.
"So, you're American," he said with a reasonably good American accent.
"No senor," Pepe immediately spoke up. "I'm Pepe and this is my sister Candice. We're on our way to visit relatives in Atitlan."
Just then one of the Rebels going through the car shouted, "Miguel, Miquel."
All three looked at the Rebel soldier inside the car waving Candice's blue U.S. passport triumphantly outside the backseat door. Moving forward to take the passport and then return, Miguel held the passport picture next to Candice's face.
Reaching forward with his left hand to grip her left earlobe, Miguel wrenched the girl painfully down to her knees and then forced her to press her face into the dirt.
"So," Miguel said while brutally twisting her ear, "are you from the Estados Unidos?"
"YES!" Candice screamed in pain and terror. "Please don't hurt me."
At that moment, apparently overcome with terror from his duplicity, Pepe chose to try and make a break to freedom. Twenty strides and as many bullets later, he lay in a bloody heap on the ground.
Candice screamed, first in terror at the gunfire and then in horror for her late companion's meaningless death.
Lifting her to her feet by her ear, Miguel grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her around and shoved her viciously against the hot car hood. The other Rebels gathered closely around the two. Following Miguel's terse orders, her luggage was brought forward and placed onto the hood in front of her so that he could search it.
Looking at two of the women in his squad, Miguel ordered, "Lucinda, Wanda, strip this capitalist bitch! Ricco, go cut a pole strong enough to bring our guest back to camp."
The women handed their rifles to nearby compatriots and moved behind their captive. Ricco obediently jogged off into the surrounding forest.
Tears of terror and humiliation began to stream down Candice's face as the Rebel named Wanda grabbed her left shoulder, lowered the zipper on her dress, and then ripped it completely open down the back.
Yanking her painfully around by the ponytail so that Candice now stood facing the Rebel assemblage, Wanda and Lucinda each grabbed one of their captive's dress shoulders and swiftly yanked the dress from her body. Callously, Lucinda threw the ruined garment to the jeering circle of onlookers.
Now standing under the hot sun in only her bra, panties and sandals, Candice made a futile attempt to break away from her attackers. Her long hair was undoing as Lucinda quickly brought her to a painful halt.
One of the male Rebels then stepped forward to help with their struggling captive. Reaching forward, he placed his left hand firmly on Candice's upper chest for leverage as he grabbed the narrow strap between her breasts and painfully ripped off the young starlet's bra.
Launching her small fists with desperate fury, Candice smashed Lucinda in the nose causing her to release the grip on her ponytail. Momentarily free, she again attempted to run, but was brought to a halt, screaming in agony, as the male Rebels in front of her grabbed the entire end of her exposed left breast and yanked her off balance. Frantically, she attempted to pry the man's vicelike left hand loose.
Without noticeable effort, he dragged the struggling girl closer and spun her around backwards into his chest. Quickly, he reached up with his right hand to grip the end of her other breast and, from this modified bearhug, effectively immobilized his captive by yanking both breasts up and backwards thereby lifting the screaming girl from the ground.
“Yahhhhh!” she screamed in agony. The pain from her tortured breasts was so intense that she was completely unaware of which Rebel it was who finally ripped the panties from her dangling body to expose the short downy triangle between her legs.
A horrible screech erupted from their dangling victim as Lucinda, blood streaming from her nose, yanked the girl’s right leg up and viciously plunged four filthy fingers on her right hand into the helpless starlet's gaping pussy. Dropping the leg, she then carefully placed her left hand against her victim's firm belly while at the same time pulling with all her strength against the tender skin surrounding her right hand. With obvious satisfaction, she listened as piercing screams rewarded her efforts; she would teach this American bitch not to bloody her nose!
"YOU’RE KILLING ME!" Candice repeatedly screamed, certain that her pussy was going to be ripped.
The Rebel named Ricco, hearing the screams and not wanting to miss the fun, returned at a run carrying a freshly cut tenfoot sapling denuded of branches.
Meanwhile, Miguel, finding an extralarge can of hair removal foam within Candice's bags, lifted it free and shoved the suitcases off of the car hood.
"Bring her here," Miguel bellowed.
Only too happy to comply, Rebels grabbed Candice's ankles and hands, then lifted and deposited her, spreadeagled, across the burning hot hood of the car.
Unable to maintain his grip throughout this maneuver, the Rebel suspending Candice by her breasts was forced to release her. Deep red and white wrinkled indentations covered her tits where they had been crushed. However, the intense relief Candice felt from being released was soon replaced.
"IT’S BURNING ME!" screamed Candice, as the burning hot car hood penetrated her back, buttocks, and legs. In response, the Rebels held her down more firmly. Those surrounding her laughed as she frantically bounced and strained to lift her body from the hot metal.
Meanwhile, Lucinda, who still had her hand deeply embedded inside the girl's abused slit, began digging her thumbnail brutally into her victim's clitoris. Candice bucked against the restraining hands and screamed in pain from this new torture.
"STOP, OH STOP, IT BURNS!" begged the poor girl. Her pleas went unheeded.
"Lucinda, stop," commanded Miguel.
With a final dig of her thumbnail that gouged side of Candice’s clitoris, Lucinda reluctantly pulled her hand from her victim’s vagina with a sucking sound and backed away to staunch the bleeding from her nose. Red bloody streaks covered the sides of her right hand and thumb.
"Tie her for carrying," ordered Miguel.
Quickly, three short pieces of leather cord were produced. One was used to tie the girl's wrists, the next her ankles. The Rebels then made the girl raise her legs perpendicular from her body so that the third and shortest piece could be tied to link her wrists and ankles approximately two feet apart. Secured in this way, Candice felt helplessly exposed.
As a last step, Rico moved forward and ran the pole that he had just cut between her arms and legs.
The young actress felt the blood rush to her head as Ricco and the Rebel who had crushed her tits lifted the pole so that she dangled helplessly below it. Even in this awkward position, she was still grateful at being removed from the hot car hood.
Miguel captured Candice’s attention as he knelt to her right side holding the can of hair removal foam out in front of him. Because she had expected to be abroad for many months, she had purchased the large economy-sized bottles.
With a feeling of sickening terror, she listened as Miguel translated the instructions and related cautions on the can for the entertainment of the jeering Rebels. He then shook the can and began applying the foam beginning at her wrists and descending in a wide line down to her armpits. Next, he squirted large dollops of foam onto both of her breasts and navel, and began slowly spreading the foam into a halfinch layer covering her entire front upper torso.
With obvious satisfaction, he next turned his attention to the exposed bloody cleft between Candice's legs. Placing his left hand on the inside of the girl's left knee, he wedged her legs painfully open using his elbow and squirted a large blob of foam onto her crotch and between her tender labia. Using the side of the bottle, he gently smoothed the bubbles into her narrow curls.
Candice gasped in fear as she felt the end of the 3” diameter bottle being pressed into the opening to her vagina.
"Please no!," Candice whimpered.
With a smile, Miguel slid his hand down to the end of the large bottle and twisted it slowly and viciously in. Evidence of the internal damage inflicted by the protruding nozzle soon appeared as bloodstreaked white foam squirted around the sides of the protruding cylinder bottom. Screaming in agony, Candice twisted against her bonds and contracted her vaginal muscles violently as she tried to dislodge the wide metal cylinder from her pussy, but to no avail. Miguel held the bottle in place until the foam subsided and then pulled it slowly out with a sucking pop.
Throwing the spent bottle aside, he scooped up the excess foam piled on the ground beneath her and smoothed it over the starlet's ass, between her cheeks, up her legs and, finally, over her back. Finished, the only parts not covered with foam were her head, hands, and feet. The corrosive foam, never meant for tender tissue, soon began having the burning effect promised on the can label. As a final touch, Miguel used her panties and a strip torn from her ruined dress to gag his foamcovered captive.
Finished for the moment, Miguel stood and issued orders to the group to get anything they wanted and load the rest of the stuff back into the car. After quickly doing as instructed, one of the Rebels drove the car off of the road and into the underbrush where it was totally concealed.
The Rebels then formed a line, their captive hanging from the pole supported in the middle of the squad, and moved into the surrounding forest.
The next two hours were a mind-numbing horror for Candice. As the corrosive foam dried, it created a burning itching sensation that was maddening. Her abdomen cramped in waves of sickening pain. Though able to occasionally relieve the pressure of the cord around her wrists by grabbing the pole above her, she soon lost feeling in her hands and feet. The random scrapes from passing plants and the local insect life added injury to the insult that had already been done to her body.
Finally, the Rebels arrived at their camp.
From her hanging perspective, all that Candice could initially see was that they had arrived in a clearing near the base of a hill next to a stream. Camouflage netting strung above the clearing between the trees let diffuse light trickle downward. Two of the Rebels quickly moved forward and disappeared behind some bushes concealing the entrance to a cave. The tranquil sounds of the small stream moving swiftly nearby did little to assuage Candice's mounting fear.
The two Rebels who had been carrying her gratefully dropped the pole from their shoulders depositing her rudely in the dirt near a buried fire-pit. Drawing a knife from his belt, one of the two cut the cords securing her wrists and ankles and removed her gag.
Candice was suddenly startled by the muffled, but clearly discernable, sounds of women screaming within the cave. Seconds later, the screams ceased. Aside from a few hasty remarks to one another and random chuckling, her hosts gave no other evidence of having heard anything out of the ordinary.
While most of the rebels went about their various tasks, Candice began to wiggle and stretch, trying to restore circulation to her painfully tingling limbs. More than once, she cringed in pain from the damage done to pussy. Deep raw abrasions were clearly visible where the cords had bitten into her wrists and ankles. The foam covering her body had dried to a filthy crust.
The two Rebels emerging from the cave captured Candice’s attention. In their hands they carried longhandled wooden brushes and bars of soap. Grabbing her under the arms, they dragged her down the embankment into the stream where they first forced their victim to pee and shit, then proceeded to scrub her clean.
Candice had no hair anywhere below her neck. The course bristles, applied with focused brutality to her sensitive chemically burned flesh, left her scratched and, in spots, bleeding. In particular, they focused on her breasts, buttocks and crotch, which became super-sensitized. The tough bristles abraded her clitoris and nipples causing them to become bright red and abnormally swollen.
Though desperate to escape the ordeal, all that Candice could do was accept the abuse and cry. Escape was hopeless given the size of her captors and her weakened state. She was also terrified of failing and subsequent punishment.
She watched in growing apprehension as one of the men reached within his pants pocket and withdrew a roll of leather cord. He dunked it below the water and began slowly working it between his hands to stretch it out. Although it had started at around 10’ in length, now it was twice that.
With an evil glint in his eyes, he proceeded to cut a four-foot length and to make a small slipknot in one end of the cord. He then put his index finger and thumb of his right hand through the loop. Staring at her swollen clitoris protruding from between her legs like a small penis, he smiled as the look of terrified comprehension passed across the beautiful girl’s face.
“No! Oh please no!” she begged, as the man behind her seized her by both of her arms and held her in place. Tears streamed anew from her eyes.
“Aieeeee!” she gasped as the man in front of her reached out and grabbed her clit. Because that nub of flesh was wet and slippery, he grabbed it very hard as he stretched it outward from between her legs. He then slipped the cord over the end and cinched it tight. Next he wrapped the cord around her most sensitive spot three times and tied it off in a knot. The blood trapped in the tip of her clitoris turned it dark red. The cord hung lewdly like the string of a massive tampon from between her legs.
“Please take it off! It’s killing me!” she screamed. Desperately but futilely she kicked out in the thigh-deep water.
Smiling at her resistance, he wrapped the cord dangling between her legs around his left hand and then pinched the tip of her clitoris brutally between the tip of his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger.
“Nooooo! Stoppppp!” she screamed and cried repeatedly. Only when she stopped screaming exhausted and hoarse did he release his tortuous grip. Muscles shaking, she hung exhausted in her captor’s arms. She stared downwards between strands of damp blond hair at the short cord stretching down-river, secured by the nub of tortured flesh between her legs. The calm motion of the water passing between her thighs blended with the throbbing from her tortured clit, creating a moment of almost hypnotic peace. The splash of movement and sway of the remainder of the leather cord made her ominously aware that they were not done.
As he had done with her clit, the rebel soldier in front of her next grabbed her swollen left nipple and pulled it outward. Placing a damp leather loop an inch up at the base of her stretched nipple, he cinched the slipknot tight, wrapped the leather a few times around her nipple, cut the leather cord to 6’ length and tied it off. Soon, her other nipple was similarly tethered. The rebel in front of her then grabbed the three dangling cords and led her out of the stream and back towards the camp. To her surprise though, they didn’t stop there. One of the rebels stooped briefly to pick up a coil of rope, large satchel, and a 14” long diameter hardwood cone that had been smoothed and rounded on one end. Its obviously phallic shape terrified her since it was easily 1” in diameter at its rounded tip. From that end down to the middle of the stick, it rapidly flaired to perhaps 4”. From that midpoint, it was cut in so that the other end formed a 7” long 2”diameter peg. All rebel eyes followed the trio as they proceeded into the surrounding forest.
Candice knew that when wet leather dried, it shrank. Terrified, she was certain that they intended to crush off her nipples and clitoris. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Soon, she began to understand what kind of twisted animals were holding her captive.
Whimpering in fear, Candice was taken to a tree with smooth though rough bark and a 2’ diameter trunk. Four 2” diameter holes had been bored in a vertical line into the trunk angled in and down at a 45 degree angle. With the rope, they then tied her hands securely overhead to a stout low-hanging branch a foot over her head and close to the trunk where it was strongest. The rebels then made her stand with her back to the tree and spread her legs. The hard bark scraped roughly into her back and ass. Into the hole in the tree just below her swollen pussy, the Rebel now wedged the 14” stick where it protruded upward obscenely for 8”.
From the satchel, one of the rebels next pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, a tin of lard, a small sack of fresh orange jabenero peppers and a stone mortar and pestle. After putting on the gloves, he smashed a few of the peppers in the mortar, added a dollop of lard and stirred the fiery mixture together.
Dipping his gloved fingers into the mortar, the Rebel slathered the cone-shaped end of the stick then placed a huge dollop between Candice’s ass cheeks, which he then smoothed around and inside her asshole.
“Take them out, you’re burning me!!!” Candice screamed as the pain continued to mount causing her to jump and pull desperately to free her hands. The soldier seemed to enjoy her dance of pain plunging two of his fingers in and out of her ass. Her sphincter muscle tried to spasm shut but was pried continually open as he worked the fiery lubricant in.
“NO! STOP!” Candice begged. Desperately and futilely, she struggled to hold herself aloft as the two rebels grabbed her legs, lifted her and slowly impaled her ass downward onto the greased wooden cone. “AYIEEEEE!” Candice screamed. The pain from the peppers on the sensitive rectal tissue coupled with having her asshole violently pried open caused her to squirm and flail her legs against the tree trunk, which only forced her to slide further and further down until her back rested against the tree. Rivulets of blood streaked down the tree trunk and the back of her legs, The Rebels then grabbed her ankles, pulled them behind the tree to either side and tied her ankles loosely together. This forced her ass to descend an additional half-inch onto the cone eliciting even more screams. From this awkward position, she could only relax by supporting her weight on her asshole and the balls of her feet. This position also forced her to thrust her pelvis lewdly forward.
To keep their prisoner from biting off her tongue or rendering herself unconscious by smashing the back of her head against the tree, the soldiers next placed an 8” rolled piece of hard leather between her teeth where a rope secured it snugly behind the tree immobilizing her head. Next, one of the rebels grabbed the end of the overhead branch bending it downward so that its end was parallel to her body.
“Nooooomph!” she mumbled wide-eyed, realizing what the rebels intended.
While one Rebel held the branch bent under tension, the other tied the three cords hanging from the most sensitive areas of her body a foot from the branch end. Slowly, they released the tension on the branch.
“AYIEEEEE! STOP! STOP! STOP!” Candice screamed and screamed as her nipples and clitoris were stretched further and further from her body. Unconsciously, she arched her back away from the tree trying to relieve the brutal tension. This caused her to lose her footing sending gales of pain up her ass. The resulting bobbing of the branch as she worked to regain her balance only increased the torture. Candice was certain that her clitoris, furthest away from the end of the branch where it was attached, would soon be torn off. Sobbing and gasping for air, she tried in vain to look down between her cone-shaped distended breasts to the angry red end of her clit. It and the surrounding skin soon extended 4” inches from the splayed lips where it usually hid. Warm air caressed the interior of her vagina as her helpless position caused it to gape open.
Plucking the leather cords to test their tension, the two rebels were satisfied by the taut hum and resultant grunts of pain from their victim. As a final touch, the rebel slathered the peppered lard over nipples, pussy lips, and rim of her vagina carefully avoiding the leather so that it wouldn’t slip off. This reduced the risk of the girl’s nipples and clitoris being torn off and increased the pain. Both walked away to get dinner, leaving the beautiful starlet to suffer in the dark.
As the leather dried and contracted, Candice’s nipples and clit were stretched further intensifying the pain beyond anything previously imagined.
“Please free me!” Candice tried to beg around her gag to any Rebel within hearing distance. “I’ll give you anything, do anything.”
Her grunted pleas were greeted by remote laughter.
After an hour, Miguel finally came over, working pestle into the mortar in his hands. “So, you capitalist bitch, are you having fun yet?” he inquired.
Incoherent with pain, she could not answer. Sweat covered her straining body.
“See if you think this is fun then” said Miguel ominously.
Using the end of the pestle, a three-inch diameter piece of tapered granite, he began painting her distended nipples and clitoris with fresh jabenero paste.
Wide-eyed with renewed burning pain, Candice shook in helpless immobility as she watched the rebel leader get down on one knee, dip a huge glob of paste onto the end of the pestle and shove it with a rapid twisting motion into the depths of her vagina to coat her swollen cervix.
“Nooooooo, please stop!” Candice screamed around her gag. “You’re killing me!” It was like a burning coal had been placed deep inside her pussy.
Coming over to participate in the fun, the other rebels stopped what they were doing and gathered around, some holding fiery brands for light, jeering and alternately rubbing and pinching the tortured areas of the beautiful starlet’s body.
Whimpering in pain and watching wide-eyed in renewed terror, Candice saw one of the rebels distributing short lengths of narrow leather straps, perhaps 1/8 inch wide, to each Rebel standing around her. Nor was her terror unjustified.
Jostling each other for position, they all began whipping the narrow strips of leather brutally from her shoulders down. Because of the shortness of the leather straps, they did not break her skin. The worst blows, greeted by appreciative cheers from the rebels, smacked onto her distended nipples or clitoris, or upward with vicious accuracy deeply into her spread labia to strike the rim of her vagina. Angry red welts soon crisscrossed the starlet’s tender white body. The rebel Lucinda, now sporting black eyes from Candice’s earlier blow to her nose, did her best to help the branch rip off their attached bits of flesh by aiming her strap at the soles of her victim’s feet forcing the starlet to repeatedly lose her balance. Fresh blood soon coursed down the tree from her asshole as the swollen ring of flesh and muscle was pried even further open.
Candice’s torture went on and on. Sometimes the blows of the strips of leather came fast and furious, stopping just before she lost consciousness. Other times, many minutes went by between blows. At least three or four times, Candice felt her body drenched with cold water from the stream, shocking her to renewed awareness. One positive effect of this was that the awful pressure from the leather cords attached to her nipples and clit somewhat diminished. However, the water on her body also made the strips of leather striking her heavier, causing more pain and damage. Finally, bloody and covered in welts, she found the oblivion of unconsciousness.
From behind two thick bushes that camouflaged their positions, cameramen arose though the filming continued. While one of the fake Rebels held the branch to release the tension, Miguel pulled a knife and cut the attached cords. One of the other participants in this grisly affair then ignited a flashlight so that Miguel could then carefully cut the blood-drenched leather from the starlet’s nipples and clit. The Rebels then lifted the starlet off the cone penetrating her ass. Fresh blood and shit dribbled downward from her gaping asshole.
Another hour and Miguel was certain that the girl’s clit or nipples would have come off. He had seen it before. Over the past two years though, his troop had become quite deft at their trade. Four of the men moved forward to carry their victim back into the clearing where they deposited her on a piece of plywood resting atop wooden legs.
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