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Aurélie's Mexican vacations
Chapter 1: First days in Mexico
Aurélie laid her back against the hot stone of the altar. She spread her legs and arms, imagining herself the future victim of an Aztec High Priest. She smiled as wild fantasies passed through her mind. Her abundant, curly auburn mane was splayed all over the stone as her chest heaved up and down. Climbing all those stairs had been a serious effort and she had worked a sheen of perspiration. She had opened the two first buttons of her white, sleeveless shirt to get some freshness, and her cleavage was clearly visible. Her long, slender legs were mostly naked as she was only wearing blue-jeans shorts and leather-strap sandals.
"Whom your heart does belong to? It would make no difference, it would be ripped out by the high priest as part of the spring ceremony," he teased, grabbing her wrists and stretching her arms further, which caused her to arch her back a little more and thrust her proud breasts towards the sky goddess.
Smiling widely, she pretended to struggle, contorting her shapely legs against the stone. He stared at those beautifully displayed legs, "I wonder if some of them offered themselves to the high priest, thinking he would spare them from that fate, only to see the blood from her ripped-open chest match that of her ripped-open virginity of the previous night". She folded her legs up, braced her heels on the top of the altar and lifted her hips off the stone, faking terror with a wide smile across her face. "I'm sure they would have been ready to offer anything to escape this torment," she replied.
"Look, the Priest would plant his knife here," Pablo explained, shoving his finger right in the middle of her cleavage. Aurélie laughed and pushed his hand away. They had shared countless fantasies of the most extreme kind over the Internet, but still she was not totally comfortable with the real Pablo. Not yet, although she was hoping that this Mexican trip would bring her more than sun tan, cultural knowledge and spicy food. She stood back up and shook her hair out of her face. She gave a last look at the wonderful sight they had from the highest of the Teotihuacan pyramids.
Pablo wiped the sweat from his brows. "We should get down now if we want to have the time to visit the natural caves of Cacahuamilpa. It is a very complex system of caves with many entrances. I am lucky enough to have one of them on my property. I am sure you will like very much to visit them," he said. "Be careful going down. Those steps are so narrow!"
This was Aurélie's third day in Mexico. Pablo had invited her to visit his country after they had passed countless hours exchanging mails and chat over Internet. She was still trying to adapt to the reality, as well as to the climate. He was driving her back to his Hacienda. Aurélie had removed her shoes and was lying backward on the passenger's seat, trying to get a little rest. She had not yet quite accustomed herself to the time difference. She stretched her legs, resting her feet on the front of the car while crossing her fingers behind her head, remembering what she had already seen.
The day before Pablo had brought her to visit to the inquisition museum in Mexico City. It had turned out disappointing because of its lack of instruments displayed, and the fact that none could be touched. Still they had joked, somewhat artificially, about how she was craving to feel that rought wood of the rack with her own hands and imagine that surface in contact with her naked back and the roughness of the ropes encasing her wrists. The instruments were demonstrated in rather realistic still scenes. Aurélie had been particularly impressed by the scene of water torture, which depicted a mostly naked girl stretched over a wooden wedge. She had never seen so graphic displays in European museums. The ice had begun to melt down on the patio of the museum, where he had taken a picture of her with her head and hands inside the too-wide holes of a fake pillory. She had been bent at the waist and, unknown to her, she had been displaying a nice plunging view into her cleavage doing so. He had completed his collection with pictures from the rear, with her strong buttocks neatly moulded by her shorts.
Chapter 2: The caves of Cacahuamilpa
They finally reached Pablo's hacienda. Aurélie was glad to take a cool shower and then she put on blue-jeans pants and a warm fleece. Pablo had warned her that it could get cooler inside the caves. Some time later they were 10 metres below the surface, exploring the cave's tortuous bowels. They were wandering around with flash-lights. Pablo explained how the caves were formed, focusing his torch on various beautiful rock formations, and how the caves had been used as secret bases and caches by various pirates.
It was about time to return to the surface when Aurelie wanted to pose for a last picture. She gave Pablo her flash-light and sat on a rock, resting on her hands behind her and thrusting her chest forward, faking a luscious posture. Pablo took a couple of pictures and then made his move.
“You know, why don't we take a more ‘savage’ picture? Would you dare to remove your clothes?”
"You mean... You want to take a picture of me naked?" she said, blushing.
"Well, the picture will be for you to keep, When are you going to be back here in this place? With all this natural beauty, contrasted with your own natural beauty."
She blushed some more. But she had to admit that she was tempted. And maybe this would help to break the mirror, to melt the ice that seemed to separate them since they were communicating in direct instead of through their keyboards.
“Come on, who will see you here?” he insisted, seeing she was hesitating.
Finally, she decided to try it. She first removed her sandals, then she removed her fleece and unbuttoned her shirt. He took a couple of pictures where she showed her proud bosom still encased in a white bra. As her kinky mind warmed up, she continued with her pants, posing for a few more pictures in only her underwear. Finally, those last remnants of her modesty fell down too, although she shyly kept her nipples and crotch hidden in various ways. The air in the cave was rather cold and damp, and goosebumps immediately appeared on her skin. The stone was wet and cold against her skin.
“That’s better... but something more is missing. I want to give the pictures the look of a girl captured by pirates and hidden inside a cave. Would you put your hands behind your back while I tie you with this rope?”
She lifted an eyebrow, but the sight of the rope and the idea he had seeded into her mind were already making their effect. With a light giggle, she turned around and crossed her wrists in the small of her back.
He grabs the rough rope,a nd gives one turn to each wrists individually, followed by three turns to both of then, ending everything in a double knot.
She pulled lightly on the rope and was surprised that it did not yield at all. It was no fake bondage, but real, boy-scout-grade knotting and she doubted she could free herself that easily. The thought injected a high dose of adrenaline and lust into her veins. Immediately she felt in the role of the pirate's prisoner. She began to pretend she was fighting her restraints, contorting her arms, pulling on the ropes. The more she acted, the more she felt excited. All along, Pablo was snapping his camera, blinding her with the flashes.
“Good, nice pictures!” Click! “Just the way I will remember you” Click! Click!
"You know Pablo, I'm really beginning to feel like the prisoner of a pirate. Were they really pirates here? Would they really use such caves as prisons? I imagine the poor creatures, alone in the dark, helpless..." Aurélie said, contorting her bound arms some more and looking around. She made a few steps. The ground was a little muddy with sharp pebbles here and there against her soles. "Imagine the poor prisoner, naked and bound, tugged by the vicious pirates all along those dark and damp caves, with only the light of torch," she continued, lost in her fantasy.
"But of course, they would not only have their hands tied, it would be something like this," Pablo said, following her in the fantasy.
He made her kneel on the sharp rocks floor and gently but tightly forced her wrists lower until they were close enough to her ankles to tie all four limbs together with another rope, giving it two turns, and a double knot.
"Now that is better!"
Aurélie let herself being bound and waited until he had tightened the last knot to start struggling, now making pitiful moans. "Oh, please Captain Pablo, please don't harm me! My father will offer a good ransom for me!" she pleaded, feeling her loins boiling at the thought of what was happening. Gone was the coldness and dampness of the air. She was now feeling deliciously alive and aroused. She struggled some more against the ropes, in spite of the sharp stones grinding against her shins and knees.
Click! Click! Pablo was shooting more photos.
"These look nice, unlike those grainy pictures taken with your cell-phone camera."
"Can you show me?" she asked with a strange, strangled voice. Her eyes were curiously absent, as if she were on another planet entirely.
"Seems like the one we are in is not the only damp cave around here. Here, take a look at the pictures" He turned the dial to show every shot he had taken of her.
Seeing herself naked and tightly bound only propelled Aurélie higher into her fantasy. "Oh myyyy! You are so good as a photographer!"
"You know what, I wonder if I could free myself from those ropes. You know I'm quite good at binding and freeing myself..." she said, while Pablo could not be sure whether she was talking to him or to herself.
"You think it's too easy? well, then let me add some more challenge"
Another rope was tied, fixing her elbows tightly together, greatly impairing her movement.
Aurélie did not react until he tightened the rope so much that her elbows almost touched. "Oww! Stop, that's OK. Tight enough!" Her proud breasts were now thrusting forward because of the strict arch the elbow rope was forcing on her shoulders and torso.
The girl's hormone-ridden mind was churning at high speed, quite out of control now. "Pablo, would you be up for a game? You leave me like that and you only come back in 15 minutes. If I have not freed myself by then... I have lost," she proposed, not sure what "having lost" exactly meant.
"I like the way you think" he said with a wide smile. "The only problem is I will not be able to see your struggle". He picked up the camera, both flash-lights and started carefully walking the long way up.
When she saw him taking her flash-light, Aurélie became uneasy. "Wait! Leave me my flash-light! I'll need it!" she called.
"Why? to burn the ropes with it? Do you think the pirates used to leave their captives with a night lamp so they would sleep without nightmares?" he mocked her.
"No, but I need it to see what I'm doing, and where I walk!" she replied, with light irritation in her voice.
"Try to remember every detail you can see now. You are lucky: You were not blindfolded when taken here, contrary to how a real captive would have been. Let's see if you can free yourself and escape before the pirate comes back to ravage you. Besides this was all your idea, you said you could escape... so escape!"
Aurélie glared at him but he probably could not see it as he was already quite some distance from her and she was already surrounded with shadows. She shivered and wanted to call him back but then she realised just in time that he was right. She had boasted she could free herself and she did not want to look like a coward. Pablo turned a corner and she was soon plunged into the deepest darkness she had ever seen.
This was so new, so thrilling, so exciting too. Her nipples were hard as steel, both from the fresh air and her arousal. This Pablo was the perfect play partner! She had always tried to play such games with her former lovers, but they had always been too gentleman-like. They never dare to tighten the ropes too much, were always afraid to hurt her or scare her. Pablo seemed to understand her perfectly. I have better not disappoint him, she said inwardly. He is expecting me to free myself, and that's what I'm going to do.
She immediately put herself to work. The hog-tie in itself was not utterly difficult. The elbow tie might be harder, but she would deal with it in due time. However, as she began to explore the knots with her fingers, she had to admit that it had all been done very cleverly and very tightly. Without any care for the blood supply in her hands or feet. Still, after twisting her hands a couple of times and clenching and unclenching her fists, she had managed to collect some slack into the ropes, enough to bring the tip of her fingers to the knots. Some more struggling and the first double knot gave in. Moments later, her ankles and wrists were free. Her elbows were still strictly tied together, almost touching. She contorted her arms, twisted her shoulders, rubber the rope against a wall, until she was able to make it slip down her forearms.
At last she was free! She had no idea of how much time had passed though, and she had only weak memories of the way to the outside. They had walked down a maze of tortuous caves and tunnels, hardly maintained. She had been totally trusting Pablo and had concentrated her attention on the beauties of the cave.Now, the only thing she was more or less sure of was the direction Pablo had taken when leaving her. She began to walk in that direction, her arms and feet slowly exploring the space in front of her to avoid any obstacle.
Darkness and silence where surrounding her. Her soles were aching from the countless pebbles and asperities of the ground. She had managed to reach the far wall and was now following it to the left, where Pablo had disappeared. She had no idea where she was nor what direction to follow. She was only trying to always walk upwards. Surely, 15 minutes must have elapsed by now, she thought after having progressed for some time. I wish Pablo would come now. I'll never get out of this alone without light.
Meanwhile, Pablo had brought a comfortable chair to the front porch of the Hacienda, from where he could monitor the cave entrance. He had poured himself a glass of Scotch with some ice and waited. Either a very horny or a very pissed female would come out eventually. In both cases he was looking forward to the best fuck in ages. He was finishing his second glass, when his clock beeped letting him know that 15 minutes had elapsed. It was time to go search for his victim. This time, Pablo shouldered a heavy backpack that produced a metallic, rattling sound as it landed on his back.
Meanwhile, Aurélie was completely lost. She had no idea of what direction she was heading to. Her feet were sore from constantly stepping on invisible sharp stones and kicking into unseen obstacles. The ground was wet and slippery and several time she had stumbled and fallen hard onto her knees. Excitement had been followed by irritation and then by fear. Why did he take my flash-light away? Where is he now? Surely the 15 minutes must be gone! She thought angrily. And she began to call for help, her screams echoing endlessly through the vast hollowness of the caves. "PAAAAAAABLOOOOOOO! PAAAAAABLOOOOOOOO!"
At last she heard foot steps echoing and growing louder, hard-soled shoes crunching on the ground making a sound quite different from the quietness her own naked feet produced.
"I'm over here!" Pablo called, and Aurélie let out a sigh of relief. She was beginning to think he would never come, that she had erred too far from the normal path to be found. But at the sound of his warm Mexican accent all concerns disappeared and she again felt the rush of the situation growing inside her. Now that she knew she was safe, the whole experience was quickly taking another light entirely, one that would surely remain as the most powerful experience in her kinky life.
Moments later she saw his dancing flash-light turn a corner and the dripping cave around her appeared once again, much narrower, much more cramped than she had envisioned it with her mind's eye. She was smiling widely at Pablo as he approached, a stern look on his face.
"Oh! Pablo! That was so scary, but it was also so..." she began. But he cut her off.
"You have failed to escape! So I'm afraid I will have to put you through another test. Follow the light quickly, I will not stop to wait for you."
Aurélie felt a surge of indignation. There was so much she wanted to tell! But Pablo had already turned and was walking away with long strides. Aurélie hurried behind him, trying to place her feet where it would hurt her least and walking as fast as she could in spite of this handicap. The Mexican was walking fast and she had a hard time following him. But the idea to be once again lost in darkness way spurring her to move faster.
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