Rachel had a great life. She had been featured in fashion magazines, been a regular on one CW TV series and was now the star of another. Her Magnum ice cream commercial was a favorite of men everywhere. While her movie career had been of the straight to video variety, she was still in demand and she had met her fiance Hayden on one of her movie sets. But sadly the events that ended her story started at what seemed to be the height of her career. First after the fall filming season was over she came home early one day to catch Hayden in bed with some nameless supermodel, so she made the fateful decision to get away.

She had often vacationed on the islands of the Caribbean with Christian so she decided that the best way to collect her thoughts and get her head together was to go to somewhere warm and enjoy beaches. For a change of pace she picked Acapulco. While traveling to Mexico alone didn't thrill her family, she was going straight from the airport to a first class resort. So she wasn't worried.

Her Mexican vacation started great, she needed to get away from her cheating ex and she couldn't think of a better place than somewhere warm with great secluded beaches. Besides she was HOT in a bikini. While not the model type, and most Hollywood casting people considered her “cute”, she never had a trouble making it with a man she wanted. She was very petite, about 5’ and barely weighing 100 pounds soaking wet. But she had it all in the right places. Thin legs, big hips, a tiny cute waistline, and nice C cups to top it off. She had great lips, beautiful eyes, and a great smile and could pass for 18 even though she had just turned 31. No wonder she turned heads everywhere she went.

A couple of days relaxing on the beach were just what the doctor ordered. When she went to the resort bar that night she had no intention of hooking up but when she saw Diego her mindset changed. He was tall, dark and handsome, the ultimate hot Latin. He ordered her a drink. How could she say no to this hunk of a man? They talked for hours; he was funny, sweet, and he listened to her, everything Hayden hadn't done in years. When she invited him into the room that night the passion was explosive. They made plans to see each other the next day.

For a week Rachel began to realize that this fling could turn into something more. She really liked the guy. While she was shocked when he first showed her his gun and told her he was a Mexican police detective it didn't bother her. One morning Diego showed up and told her he had a surprise for her. When they drove through a nasty part of town Rachel wasn't worried; she had her hunk with a gun in the car. Then they pulled into a middle class neighborhood with gated fenced-in houses. They pulled into one of the driveways and Rachel saw a couple of kids and an older man and woman. Diego had brought her home to meet the family. Rachel did a lot of thinking as they pulled out. Was she ready for another relationship so quickly? Diego’s family was so nice, his mom and dad seemed really loving. And Diego treated her with respect, but like a normal person, not like a trophy the way most of the LA men treated her. Rachel was in deep thought and she barely noticed the motorcycle pulling alongside them in the nasty part of town as they headed back to the resort. Than Diego slammed on the brakes as the car in front of them stopped suddenly. Before he had a chance to react, the dirt bike rider pulled out a pistol and shot Diego in the head, parts of Diego’s brain scattered across Rachel’s blouse. It happened so quickly Rachel was in shock. She had never seen so much violence; it was almost surreal.

The door on her side of the car was just as quickly opened and a van pulled up beside the car. Strong hands grabbed Rachel by the hair, the pain ripping through her scalp as she was dragged out of the car and into the van. She was brought back to reality and screaming loudly. As she lay on the floor of the van, she felt heavy strong men sitting on her. One of them twisted her arms violently behind her and ziptied her wrists. The pain was excruciating; it felt as if her little arms were being torn out of her sockets. She was gagged and a loose black bag was put over her head.

The van ride lasted hours, over bumpy dirt roads. They really didn't need the blindfold, Rachel didn't have a clue where she was. Finally the ride ended. Rachel was thrown over one of the thug’s shoulders and hauled into the villa. He throw her down on the floor, smacking her tiny shoulder; it throbbed in pain. She was now in the villa of one of the most powerful drug lords in Mexico, and Julio wouldn't have her brought to his home just for entertainment.

Rachel was hauled up to her feet. She was weakened and a bit nauseous from the ride and the gag. They removed the bag and gag and she stood surrounded by six of the biggest men she had ever seen in her life. When Julio hired a goon, he hired good. His smallest guard was 6’3”, 280 pounds and built like a tank. He hired the best, and Rachel felt utterly helpless as these massive men standing over her dwarfed her. Julio commanded one of the men to remove her bonds on her hands. He was impressed; she was a hot little Yankee, and he would enjoy breaking her.

Rachel immediately asked, "What do you want?" She said she had plenty of money and would be willing to pay, and that she just wanted to go home. Julio replied, “Look at this place, cunt, do you think I need your money? Take off your clothes, all of them, we have some questions for you, little DEA bitch”. He couldn't be serious; she was an actress, not a law enforcement officer. She pleaded with Julio. Julio reached back and slapped her hard across the face. The blow sent her flying across the room into a wall. She crumpled against it, and felt a trickle of blood dripping out of her nose. “You speak when you're spoken to, bitch.”

Rachel was shaking; she had never been hit by anyone like that before. She inched her way up, leaning against the wall to steady herself. She began by removing her blouse. Every button was hard to grab as she imagined what these evil men where going to do to her. “Hurry up, Bitch, we don't have all day”. She remembered the sudden violence which ended Diego’s life; her shaking was almost uncontrollable as she removed her sandals and jeans. In the meanwhile Julio was getting a massive hard-on. What a little hottie. She was the textbook description of a spinner. But more time for that later.

Rachel removed her bra; the tears were pouring down her face now. Her tits were magnificent; no sag, just pert little puppies jutting out above from her tiny waist and tight little tummy. Julio’s goons were making all kinds of lewd remarks. She hesitated, and Julio shouted, “The panties, bitch”. It was so hard for Rachel, these evil leering goons surrounded her and the thought of being totally exposed to them was terrifying. But she had no choice. If she offered any resistance she was sure she would face worse than the slap, which had left the side of her face still throbbing.

As she slid her panties off, she realized that she was totally helpless like a child surrounded by molesters. There was nothing she could do that would amount to any resistance. All her life she had worked to achieve status and safety; it was all gone. Julio immediately commanded his men, “Enough preliminaries, take the DEA bitch to room A. Time to start the festivities.”

Room A was Julio’s basement torture room; he had broken many government agents there. He especially enjoyed the bitches; the fact that any women thought they could best him physically was laughable. As Rachel was grabbed by her arms and taken down the stairs to Room A, she was shocked by what she saw. It was truly a torture room complete with whips, bamboo canes, electric shock units, cattle prods, and stuff she didn't even recognize hanging on the walls. There were various types of tables and benches on the floor, and hooks hanging off every post across the ceiling. Rachel was tied down arms at her side on a table with her legs tied together. Thank god her legs weren't tied apart; at least they didn't intend to rape her.

Julio, meanwhile, watching her getting tied down, couldn't think of anything but raping her. But that would have to wait. They needed to find out who her contacts were at the DEA. The Americans were stupid to send a petite helpless woman into their clutches; they would bear the consequences. Julio called in Ray and commanded him to go to work. Ray was one of the CIA’s best, after the Renditions were slowed down, and he was looking for a job. Julio was willing to pay top dollar for that kind of talent.

Ray approached the table with a heavy black bath towel that was soaked with water. He covered her face including her eyes with it. Then he pulled a pitcher of water out and began to pour it on the towel. Waterboarding...Rachel heard about it, she had even protested it, but now she was experiencing it. She was drowning, her eyes were wide open, she was shaking, and she was beginning to drown. Her body flopped up and down as if she was going through an electric shock, her ribs sticking out. Julio was getting the hard on of his life just thinking about it. Patience, he had to be patient to break them completely.

Ray lifted the towel off. Rachel’s head tilted to the side and she began to cough violently. Drool was dripping out of the side of her mouth. Her head throbbed. Ray grabbed her hair, straightening her head. "That was thirty seconds, let's see what a minute feels like.” Rachel’s eyes were wide open in terror as Ray approached again. And he was right, the extra time was agony. She was convulsing; she had no control over her body as it responded to the simulated drowning. She saw stars, her head was spinning, and she teetered on the edge of consciousness. But what could she do? She didn't have any contacts to give up.

In the end, after four more “sessions”, she laid limp on the table. Totally exhausted, it seemed as if she was barely alive, and she hoped for death to come. She saw no way out, but for Julio and his goons, this was just the beginning of the fun. She was untied, grabbed by both of her arms and hauled down the hall to a little room with a mattress in the corner and a bowl in the other corner. Julio smiled. "Get used to the place. It ain’t a penthouse, but you're going to be here a long time”. Exhausted, she crawled to the mattress and curled up in the fetal position and began to bawl like a child.

The night didn't bring much relief. She woke up several times convulsing; she was cold, and her lungs throbbed. She finally collapsed into a foggy stupor. The morning and more agony was all she had to look forward to.

DAY TWO:

Julio decided to let her sleep in. She was really petite and almost like a child. While she was in good shape, he didn't want her to up and die on him without getting a few good fucks out of the deal. Julio’s men woke her up, handed her a bowl of cold cereal with a glass of water and told her to eat. She hadn't eaten at all since she was abducted and decided her only hope was survival so she needed some nourishment to keep her strength up and survive.

Then they brought her back to Room A. Julio asked, “Well, has the night brought any change of heart? We know you were a DEA agent on assignment with Diego when he was watching us. Tell us who your contacts were, and where his family lives and maybe we'll go easy on you.” She didn't have any contacts, and the last thing she wanted to do was to give up Diego’s family who had been so kind to her. “Very well,” Ray replied as he strolled over to her and tied her arms behind her back. Then a rope was thrown over a hook and attached to a crank on the wall. It was tied to Rachel’s arms behind her back.

Julio looked at her and said, “Strappado is very nasty torture. Sometimes we see shoulders dislocated, and if we leave you up too long you'll suffocate. But don't worry, at this point we aren't interested in disfiguring you yet, just information. Who are your contacts?” Rachel shook she head, and pleaded, “I'm an actress, not a DEA agent!" Julio nodded to Ray. Rachel heard the crank turning and she felt her arms being lifted from behind her back. As her arms bent further she bent over to try to take the strain off them. Soon she was on her tiptoes; pain was shooting like arrows through her shoulders.

Then she felt her body lifted off the ground. She was bent over, her shoulders were throbbing, and excruciating bolts of agony were shooting through her spine. She began to weep almost uncontrollably. She was gasping for breath, and finally she began to scream. Her screams seem to echo off the walls of the small room. Her ribs felt like they were exploding, anything but this pain, please. She was lowered, shaking; her legs felt like rubber. But she managed to stand. Julio looked at her. "Do we have a change of heart?”

She shook her head no, and the awful cranking began again. This time her head began to throb; waves of pain were exploding in her skull. She began to cough, and every breath was agony. They let her down slowly; again the questions, but she had no answers. When would this horror end?

The crank turned slowly again, squeaking. She couldn't scream any more; she was too short of breath. She just sagged with her mouth open, shaking. She lost control of her bladder and felt warm piss dribbling down her leg. Then she threw up the little bit of food she had eaten. She was so embarrassed and helpless; her completely exposed body was getting ripped apart in front of these animals. They let her down. It had been almost an hour. She collapsed in a heap, and she no longer had the strength in her legs to stand on her own power. Julio signaled his men to take her back to her room.

She was shaking and convulsing uncontrollably when she was thrown in her cell. Julio had his men throw a blanket on her. He was genuinely worried she would die on him before he could have any fun. She so petite, and she looked so young, despite her recent thirty-first birthday. It was almost like torturing a child.

DAY FOUR:

Julio had decided to let her rest for a full day. There hadn't even been a news report about the abduction of the American actress yet, so he felt like he had plenty of time before the Federales showed up. And he liked his girls to give him at a least a little struggle before he fucked them hard. He fucked these bitches hard, and he had more than one bitch die while he was on top of them. He wanted her to suffer every minute possible for spying on him. She had to be punished.

After a day of sleep, when Julio’s women had cleaned her up and fed her, she felt stronger, but no more assured of her future. She had to figure rescue would come from someone soon. The authorities had to know she had been with Diego; certainly his family did. Julio’s goons came for her and hauled her into a nice bedroom. She feared the worse and began to struggle. She knew fighting back was hopeless, but she had to try. She tried to kick the goon in the nuts; he was furious and he punched her hard in the stomach. She collapsed in a heap, gasping for air. The punch felt like it had gone through her insides to her spine, and her little tummy was throbbing. She had never felt pain like that before. Julio had her tied down to his bed spread eagle; he was a big man, 6’5” and over 300 pounds and he towered over her naked trembling body. He couldn't wait. No time for preliminaries; he was going to own this bitch today.

He pulled off his shirt, revealing his fat but muscular body; he was built almost like a Sumo wrestler. Then he pulled down his pants. It was Rachel’s worst fear. He had a massive, almost unnatural member. It was a foot long and thicker than her arms. He was going to tear her apart with that thing. She waited almost like a trapped animal about to be devoured by a massive predator. She was shaking and pleading, “Please don't, I'll do anything, but not that”. He climbed on top of her, his weight almost crushing her. He began to fondle her lovely tits, gently at first but then he began to twist, squeeze and maul them with his strong hands. It felt as if he was going to tear them off her chest. She was crying, and he was laughing. He reached his hands between her legs, spit on them and began to finger fuck her to moisturize her. Gosh, what a tight little pussy. He was going to enjoy this one. And then he entered her.

She was so dry, and he was so big. There was no gentleness, no love; it was like a piston in her trying to tear her apart. Every thrust reached further into areas where no men had ever been, because none of her lovers had ever been this well endowed. And yes, size did matter; her little petite pussy was getting split in two by this massive throbbing member. She prayed for death. Bolts of pain were shooting up her lower spine; his fat was mauling her rib cage and stomach as he drove into her again and again. It was awful, a nightmare that would never end. He was going faster and faster; it was as if her body was being split in half. She heard him screaming as he dumped his load into her. He pulled out laughing. "You're not a bad fuck, cunt, but nothing special."

She lay on the bed spent, praying for death, with no resistance or even will to resist left. Julio’s goons entered the room; she dimly heard Julio say, "Have at it, boys. But save her backside for later." The next four hours were a new kind of hell. All of Julio’s men were hung like horses and all of them weren't afraid to use their dicks as weapons of punishment. Rachel lapsed in and out of consciousness, at times screaming at the top of her lungs. In the end she was barely able to move, broken; her vagina felt like an open wound. Sperm mixed with blood was seeping out of it onto the mattress. She was sure that she was ruined. No man would ever want her again.

DAY FIVE:

Rachel spent the night going from nightmare to nightmare. She tried to stand up in the morning and was unable to. Julio’s goons half carried her, half dragged her back to Room A for the day's session. She was let go and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Julio walked in laughing. "Well, little Chica, you're a mess. You really need to take better care of yourself." He then asked her if she had a change of heart. She weakly signaled no. Julio said, “Well, we have to clean you up, bitch. We wouldn't want to get VD or anything.”

Julio motioned to one of his goons who tuned on a high-pressure hose. The cold water was shocking to Rachel. She held up her arms weakly and tried to crawl away from the painful spray. She began to cry, “No more”. “No more, Bitch” Julio replied. This is just the preliminary. Rachel was tied up on a bench face down with her legs spread. She had a tiny ass, not a bubble butt like the Mexican bitches Julio had broken. But it was tight, nice and round; he was going to enjoy watching Ray work on it. Ray selected a thin bamboo cane from the wall and sung it through the air, letting it whistle. Rachel shuddered.

Ray sliced the cane through the air across her tight little ass. Rachel screamed. Of all the pain she had been through, nothing had prepared her for this. It felt like her ass was on fire after just one blow. The second blow struck the back of her thighs; it hurt so badly. Ray gloried in this kind of stuff and brought blow after blow down across her ass, the back of her thighs, and occasionally her lower back. She was bawling like a child, begging them to stop at the top of her lungs until she had no more voice left to scream with. Ray just kept flogging. After about the twentieth hit she felt like she had no skin left on her ass that hadn't felt the terrible cane. Her ass and the back of her legs were on fire, she was shaking and bawling, and she began crying for her mommy and daddy. The goons were laughing at her fear. Ray reached back and sliced the cane right through her cunt; she let out a bloodcurdling scream. Finally she lost consciousness. Julio threw cold water on her to revive her. But he knew she was finished for now. She was dragged back to her room. She didn't even have the strength to curl into the fetal position.

DAY SIX:

Rachel woke up and crawled to a plate of food they had left for her. She had to piss and didn't even have the strength to get to the bowl in her room. Her shoulders throbbed; she had a faint headache, her lower back and ass felt like they were on fire, and her vagina felt like an open wound. She had lost all hope of rescue, and what did it matter? She would never be able to live anything but a nightmare filled sleepless life after the horrors she had experienced. Julio strolled into the room alone. She had no idea what he wanted to do but she was far too weak to offer any resistance.

He turned her over face down and climbed on top of her; every touch on her wounded ass was agony. While Ray was a trained torturer and didn't leave any lasting marks, no part of her ass had been spared. Julio twisted her arms behind her back and pushed her head down into the mattress. He began to spread her ass cheeks. "No, not that," she thought. She had never allowed any man to touch her there, now she was about to be sodomized by this massive Mexican. He entered her roughly; she was dry and very tight. Julio was in heaven; he had never had an ass this tight.

Rachel, on the other hand, was in hell. The pain was shooting up her tiny ass and spine as Julio was driving into her with reckless abandon. Every thrust brought more agony; it felt as if she was dying by some kind of inquisition-type impalement. Every thrust seemed to split her more wide open as buried his massive penis into her rectum. She was bleeding, and the suction as he pulled back felt like it was tearing her insides out only to feel him thrust in again. She had no idea how long it lasted, but Julio kept driving in harder and harder until he felt release.

Julio’s goons filed into the room. He turned to them and commanded them to “finish what he started.” Ray went first. The agony was just too much for Rachel; she lost consciousness twice and the third time she didn't even respond to their multiple attempts to revive her.

A WEEK LATER

Julio knew she couldn't take any more. He also knew no girl could have survived this much torture if she had any real information to give. For the next week after she was sodomized, Julio’s “girls” cleaned her up. She was bathed every day, toweled, and given medication and ointments for her wounds. She had no idea why. Then one day one of Julio’s goons came down to retrieve her. She was taken to Room A again. Julio was waiting for her. She saw him and began to sob uncontrollably. One of Julio’s thugs grabbed her and tied her hands in front. A rope was pulled over a hook and then she was suspended arms overhead. All of her weight was supported by her damaged shoulders. An Arab man in a suit strolled into the room. He looked at her and walked around her, then began to grope her lightly and examined her wounds.

Then he turned to Julio. "You're right, she’s that Hart of Dixie chick, hot little Yankee slut”. Five million plus the ten kilos sounds like a deal to me. I'll take her”. The Arab strolled over to Ben and told him “Give her ten lashes; the infidel has to be put in her place before she serves Allah” Ben grabbed the cat o'nine tails. "Not again," Rachel thought. She had already had her ass beaten, now she hung helplessly for another round of torture. Ben pulled the whip back and threw it through the air towards Rachel’s back. She heard the awful crack and then her back exploded. She was gasping for air; it felt as if her skin was ripped from her flesh. “One” the Arab exclaimed.

She heard the crack and then the whip slashed into her tender back again. This time the tip of the whip wrapped around her breast. Her tit exploded; she was sobbing. “Two” the Arab stated. Then another crack, this time a little higher across her throbbing shoulders. The pain was unimaginable; it felt as if a portion of her life was getting torn away with each lash. She heard, “Three” in the background. Another crack, and the whip curled around her mid back and rib cage like a hot iron. She lost her breath as if she had been punched in the stomach. “Four.” The crack was the loudest she had heard. She sagged into unconsciousness. Smelling salts revived her quickly.

“Five.” Number five exploded across her lower back; she was gasping for air. She lost control of her bladder; the Arab laughed as he shouted “Six”. Another crack and blow across her middle back felt like it was tearing her tendons away from her flesh. She faded into unconsciousness again as the Arab counted seven. She was revived by the pouring of saltwater on her wounds. Her back was on fire, she was praying for death, and crying, sobbing “Mommy, Daddy please come help me.” Number eight again caught her left tit; it felt as if it was torn from her flesh. The Arab wanted her hurt, but she knew Ray was skillful and he wouldn't head back to his estate with damaged goods.