The Rebels then formed a line, their captive hanging from the pole supported in the middle of the squad, and moved into the surrounding forest.

The next two hours were a mind-numbing horror for Candice. As the corrosive foam dried, it created a burning itching sensation that was maddening. Her abdomen cramped in waves of sickening pain. Though able to occasionally relieve the pressure of the cord around her wrists by grabbing the pole above her, she soon lost feeling in her hands and feet. The random scrapes from passing plants and the local insect life added injury to the insult that had already been done to her body.

Finally, the Rebels arrived at their camp.

From her hanging perspective, all that Candice could initially see was that they had arrived in a clearing near the base of a hill next to a stream. Camouflage netting strung above the clearing between the trees let diffuse light trickle downward. Two of the Rebels quickly moved forward and disappeared behind some bushes concealing the entrance to a cave. The tranquil sounds of the small stream moving swiftly nearby did little to assuage Candice's mounting fear.

The two Rebels who had been carrying her gratefully dropped the pole from their shoulders depositing her rudely in the dirt near a buried fire-pit. Drawing a knife from his belt, one of the two cut the cords securing her wrists and ankles and removed her gag.

Candice was suddenly startled by the muffled, but clearly discernable, sounds of women screaming within the cave. Seconds later, the screams ceased. Aside from a few hasty remarks to one another and random chuckling, her hosts gave no other evidence of having heard anything out of the ordinary.

While most of the rebels went about their various tasks, Candice began to wiggle and stretch, trying to restore circulation to her painfully tingling limbs. More than once, she cringed in pain from the damage done to pussy. Deep raw abrasions were clearly visible where the cords had bitten into her wrists and ankles. The foam covering her body had dried to a filthy crust.

The two Rebels emerging from the cave captured Candice’s attention. In their hands they carried longhandled wooden brushes and bars of soap. Grabbing her under the arms, they dragged her down the embankment into the stream where they first forced their victim to pee and shit, then proceeded to scrub her clean.

Candice had no hair anywhere below her neck. The course bristles, applied with focused brutality to her sensitive chemically burned flesh, left her scratched and, in spots, bleeding. In particular, they focused on her breasts, buttocks and crotch, which became super-sensitized. The tough bristles abraded her clitoris and nipples causing them to become bright red and abnormally swollen.

Though desperate to escape the ordeal, all that Candice could do was accept the abuse and cry. Escape was hopeless given the size of her captors and her weakened state. She was also terrified of failing and subsequent punishment.

She watched in growing apprehension as one of the men reached within his pants pocket and withdrew a roll of leather cord. He dunked it below the water and began slowly working it between his hands to stretch it out. Although it had started at around 10 in length, now it was twice that.

With an evil glint in his eyes, he proceeded to cut a four-foot length and to make a small slipknot in one end of the cord. He then put his index finger and thumb of his right hand through the loop. Staring at her swollen clitoris protruding from between her legs like a small penis, he smiled as the look of terrified comprehension passed across the beautiful girl’s face.

�No! Oh please no!� she begged, as the man behind her seized her by both of her arms and held her in place. Tears streamed anew from her eyes.

�Aieeeee!� she gasped as the man in front of her reached out and grabbed her clit. Because that nub of flesh was wet and slippery, he grabbed it very hard as he stretched it outward from between her legs. He then slipped the cord over the end and cinched it tight. Next he wrapped the cord around her most sensitive spot three times and tied it off in a knot. The blood trapped in the tip of her clitoris turned it dark red. The cord hung lewdly like the string of a massive tampon from between her legs.

�Please take it off! It’s killing me!� she screamed. Desperately but futilely she kicked out in the thigh-deep water.

Smiling at her resistance, he wrapped the cord dangling between her legs around his left hand and then pinched the tip of her clitoris brutally between the tip of his thumb and the second knuckle of his index finger.

�Nooooo! Stoppppp!� she screamed and cried repeatedly. Only when she stopped screaming exhausted and hoarse did he release his tortuous grip. Muscles shaking, she hung exhausted in her captor’s arms. She stared downwards between strands of damp blond hair at the short cord stretching down-river, secured by the nub of tortured flesh between her legs. The calm motion of the water passing between her thighs blended with the throbbing from her tortured clit, creating a moment of almost hypnotic peace. The splash of movement and sway of the remainder of the leather cord made her ominously aware that they were not done.

As he had done with her clit, the rebel soldier in front of her next grabbed her swollen left nipple and pulled it outward. Placing a damp leather loop an inch up at the base of her stretched nipple, he cinched the slipknot tight, wrapped the leather a few times around her nipple, cut the leather cord to 6 length and tied it off. Soon, her other nipple was similarly tethered. The rebel in front of her then grabbed the three dangling cords and led her out of the stream and back towards the camp. To her surprise though, they didn’t stop there. One of the rebels stooped briefly to pick up a coil of rope, large satchel, and a 14� long diameter hardwood cone that had been smoothed and rounded on one end. Its obviously phallic shape terrified her since it was easily 1� in diameter at its rounded tip. From that end down to the middle of the stick, it rapidly flaired to perhaps 4�. From that midpoint, it was cut in so that the other end formed a 7� long 2�diameter peg. All rebel eyes followed the trio as they proceeded into the surrounding forest.





Candice knew that when wet leather dried, it shrank. Terrified, she was certain that they intended to crush off her nipples and clitoris. Unfortunately, she was wrong. Soon, she began to understand what kind of twisted animals were holding her captive.

Whimpering in fear, Candice was taken to a tree with smooth though rough bark and a 2 diameter trunk. Four 2� diameter holes had been bored in a vertical line into the trunk angled in and down at a 45 degree angle. With the rope, they then tied her hands securely overhead to a stout low-hanging branch a foot over her head and close to the trunk where it was strongest. The rebels then made her stand with her back to the tree and spread her legs. The hard bark scraped roughly into her back and ass. Into the hole in the tree just below her swollen pussy, the Rebel now wedged the 14� stick where it protruded upward obscenely for 8�.

From the satchel, one of the rebels next pulled out a pair of rubber gloves, a tin of lard, a small sack of fresh orange jabenero peppers and a stone mortar and pestle. After putting on the gloves, he smashed a few of the peppers in the mortar, added a dollop of lard and stirred the fiery mixture together.

Dipping his gloved fingers into the mortar, the Rebel slathered the cone-shaped end of the stick then placed a huge dollop between Candice’s ass cheeks, which he then smoothed around and inside her asshole.