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.