What started as a great holiday had suddenly began to turn into a nightmare for Carol. She had decided to take a trip to Central America on her own, as a complete break following her split from her last boyfriend Robert, the endless arguments had finally gotten to her and she needed to be on her own for a while.
The trip had started great, three countries in the last week, visiting sunny beaches and historical ruins every day, and enjoying the fiestas and carnivals, which the locals seem to be so fond of, in the evenings. This morning, the day had started the same. She had left the hotel and walked the four miles out of town to the old Aztec temple site, where she had spent most of the day taking photos and exploring the ruins. She had taken a picnic lunch with her from the hotel.
Taking a slow lazy walk back to the town, dusk was starting to fall over the landscape as she reached the outskirts. She could hear the usual loud fireworks that always accompanied another fiesta, and saw the occasional bright flash in the sky, that went with the louder bangs. She had not actually seen any of the colourful lights in the sky yet from the rockets though, so she thought the main events must be over towards the other side of town.
Strangely as she entered the town, the narrow streets seemed to be unusually deserted, however again she thought that the locals must be on the other side of town at the big party. As she neared the centre of the town she was aware that although the streets were still strangely completely empty of people, the fireworks were extremely loud, and she had still not seen any sign of the usual colourful flashes that were normally present, She could clearly smell the strong smell of the burnt gunpowder though.
As she turned a corner to head up towards the area where her hotel was located, she thought she saw fleeting figures in the shadows occasionally. Halfway up the narrow street, she was suddenly grabbed from behind from a concealed doorway. A large strong hand clamped itself over her mouth, while another grabbed her around her slim waist, trapping her arms to her sides. She was helpless as she was dragged backwards through the doorway into the buildings dark interior.
It took several minutes for her eyes to get accustomed to the low light levels in the room. The unseen figure that held her in his tight grip remained out of sight behind her, although she could smell his dirty unwashed body odour assaulting her nostrils. There were three other figures in the room pressed up tightly to the walls near the windows and doors, all seemed to be carrying weapons of some description, none of them spoke or uttered a sound. With the hand over her mouth pressed so hard against her face that it was hurting her, she was also unable to utter any sounds into the rooms eerie silence.
After what seemed an eternity, one of the figures came over towards her. In the dim light, she was unaware of the bunched up fist that suddenly shot out and struck her hard in the stomach, that is until she doubled up with the wind knocked out of her. She felt the hand on her mouth let go, but couldn't utter a sound as she was fighting for breath. A few seconds later another fist struck her hard on the side of her head and everything went dark as she passed out.
It was light around her when she groggily came too. She seemed to be in some sort of barn or large stable, and was lying on her back on a bed of straw. Her hands and feet were tied up with cord. The illumination was coming from a couple of electric bulbs hanging from the roof beams, under a couple of old rusty metal shades.
There seemed to be five men in the building, all dressed in olive green shirts and trousers. On their heads they wore black berets. There was no sign of any insignia or badges of rank on the uniform style cloths, but most worrying was the fact that all the men seemed to be heavily armed with Machine guns, pistol belts and knives. The men's dress was dirty and in desperate need of washing, and they were all scruffy looking and in need of a good shave and wash.
She was still dressed in her black T-shirt and denim jeans, with her walking boots on her feet. Her jaw ached from the earlier blow to the side of her face. She started to ask, "Where am I? Who are you?"
One of the men pointed his machine gun at her and shouted "Silenceo." As he cocked his weapon, with a loud snap of moving metal parts. Keeping his gun aimed at her face, he walked across towards her until he was towering above her small frame. After staring at her for a couple of minutes, he started to speak to her in some sort of Mexican or Spanish dialect that she could not understand. When she failed to answer him, he started to raise his voice and use his gun to intimidate her. He struck her across the face with the palm of his hand when she still did not answer him. She was totally confused as to what the man wanted, the only words that she could understand were Americana and CIA. None of the men seemed to understand English.
Getting fed up with her unresponsiveness, the man spoke to a couple of the other men who hauled her up onto her feet and dragged her over to the centre of the room. They threw a rope over one of the ceiling beams and attached it to the cords on her wrists. She was hauled up in the air until her feet were dangling about a foot off the ground, before securing the other end to an upright beam.
Picking up her discarded camera and waving it in front of her face, the man again started to ask questions, when she again didn't answer he punched her in the stomach, leaving her gasping for breath. Then he spoke to another of his men, a small trolley was wheeled over, it was the sorts of type that you see in any auto workshop, to slave start cars with flat batteries. It had two very large lorry type batteries on it that were connected together with thick cables. Two long heavy-duty jump leads, with crocodile clips at the one end, were attached to a switch on the trolley.
Taking hold of the front of her T-shirt at the waist, he lifted it all the way up to rest above her breasts. She was not wearing a bra underneath and her firm breasts were fully exposed to his stare. Although on the smallish side, they were high up on her chest with large upward pointing brown nipples. Reaching out he stroked the points on each breast and tweaked their tips. Although sickened and embarrassed at exposure to this dirty man, she was unable to stop her body from responding to his manipulations, her nipples hardened, swelled and became more sensitive to his touch.
Taking the black negative jump-lead, he clamped the crocodile clip onto the top of the waistband of her jeans, so that it was partially resting on the skin of her naked belly. Picking up a large screwdriver with a rubber handle, he clamped the red jump lead to its metal shaft near the handle. Turning to throw the switch on the cart first, he touched the tip of the screwdriver to the girls' side. The girl jolted violently and screamed out as the powerful voltage surged through her body from her side to her belly. Holding it there for about a minute while her body twitched and jerked in time to her screams, he finally removed the contact from the skin at her side.
Again he questioned her in the foreign language that she could not understand. When she only replied to him in English, he applied the tip of the screwdriver to the tip of her right breast, sending a powerful jolt of pain surging through her sensitive nipple and into her breast. As he held it there, she performed a bizarre dance with her body in the air, to the accompaniment of the music of her own screams.
Releasing contact after a full two minutes, he applied the screwdriver tip to her left nipple for an encore performance. Sweat was pouring off the girl's body as she twisted and jerked to the pain caused by the Electrifying routine. Finally the man removed the screwdriver and turned to throw off the switch and she collapsed her twitching body.
The man walked slowly around her to admire her firm tortured body, small breasts being forced up high and proud by her weight being suspended on her wrists above her head. Her slim, narrow, firm waist, disappearing into the top of her jeans. Her legs were shapely in the tight denim material, which was also stretched tightly over her firm shapely buttocks.
He reached out to remove the crocodile clip from her waistband, then undid her belt buckle and slid the belt out of its retaining loops at her waist. With two hands he undid her jeans and pulled them down to her knees. Underneath she had on a lacy black thong, which did little to hide her modesty. With one quick tug the material parted and the flimsy garment fluttered to the floor. A neat little heart shaped patch of pubic hair, which faded away between her legs, topped her pussy. She had obviously had a bikini wax job done like a lot of western women.
Picking up her leather belt, the man walked behind her to inspect the trim globes of her arse. Even without the restraining material of her jeans, the girls bottom was shapely and tight, no sign of fat or lines, or at least not yet. Using her own belt he started to whip her across those creamy white cheeks. As she screamed out for him to stop, he laid into her posterior, raising bright red welts across her buttocks and the tops of her thighs. After about five minutes of this punishment the man tired of this game and threw the belt down on the floor.
Picking up the black leads crocodile clip he cruelly clipped it on to her left breast and nipple, the clip was so strong that it dug right into the tender skin of the girl, causing her to shriek out loudly in pain as he released the spring. She watched him as he picked up the screwdriver lead and stood in front of her. Using one hand he forced the skin at the Vee between her legs apart slightly. Slowly, ever so slowly he moved the screwdriver closer to her cunt, as the girl felt the tip touch her most sensitive part she let out an almighty scream and released her bladder. A stream of urine ran down her legs soaking her jeans. Realisation slowly sunk in to her terrified mind, that there had been no agonising jolt of electric current to her pussy at the screwdrivers touch. The man was toying with her.
Stepping back the man threw the switch on the trolley to release the batteries power; walking around her slowly he applied the screwdriver to her hips, thighs and buttocks in turn, bringing back her screams and lively dance routine on a rope. He placed the tip against her anus, which brought about a real agonising howl from the girls lips. Finally stepping back around to the front of her, he aimed the screwdriver to the vee between her legs. She tried in vain to wriggle away from the advancing stick of pain as it approached her muff. Her terrified mind seemed to take in the advancing screwdriver in slow motion, until it finally touched her cunt lips and clitoris. Her body jerked rigid as her scream of agony escaped her throat in one continuous howl. After about thirty seconds, she passed out into blissful oblivion as her tortured mind gave up the fight to stay conscious.
When she came to again, she was back lying on a bed of straw on the ground. She was in some sort of stable cubicle with wooden sides about four feet high. Her feet were pointed towards the open side facing the main room. She realised that she was no longer wearing her jeans, her feet were lashed to the sides of the cubicle entrance so that her legs were splayed wide apart and her private parts on full view to anyone in the main room. Her arms had been also lashed to the cubicle walls at the rear of the stall, so that she was completely spread-eagled and unable to move.
One of the men was standing between her outspread feet with an empty metal bucket, and she realised that she was soaking wet. The other men were standing behind him, ogling at her crudely displayed body and laughing. Once he was fully awake again, the man who had tortured her, got others to lift up her body and slide a hay bale under her back and hips. This had the effect of spreading her exposed body even further; her pussy entrance was raised higher and totally at the mercy of the vile onlookers. Taking it in turns, starting with the man that had tortured her, all five men dropped their pants and brutally raped her exposed cunt, rutting into her like wild animals, until they had planted their semen deep into her womb.
Two of the men also went back to rape her arse by lifting her hips higher and slamming their swollen penis's up her anus as far as they could, this brought screams of agony from the girl, as their violent impalement of her virgin back passage was brutally carried out.
Once the men had had their fill of the spread-eagled raped girl, they picked up their weapons and equipment. The main torturer crossed over to the girl and rammed the barrel of his machine gun deep into the girl's cunt through her slippery wet, open cunt lips. The girl gave out a sort of heavy grunt as the thick metallic penis impaled her body and forced its way far deeper than any of the men had. Squeezing the trigger the man sent a full burst of hot spewing lead up into the girls insides, ripping and shredding her internal organs to pulp. She was dead within seconds as her heart and lungs were destroyed along with the rest of her body.
As he followed his men out of the barn, the man looked back and said something about, "Americano's." As he went out of the door he made a fist and held it up above his shoulder and said, "Viva La Revolution."