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Trapped in the Revolution
By Doghead_2000 (doghead_2000@dizzydoggie.org)
***
An American girl gets caught up in a South American
country's revolution. (M+/F, nc, rp, v, gb, tor, sn)
***
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
room's 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 girl's 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, "Americanos." As he
went out of the door he made a fist and held it up
above his shoulder and said, "Viva La Revolution."
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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