Chapter 18: Horror in Mato Grosso

Dressed in a tight corset and her hands turned behind her upper back, Claudia witnesses one of the most violent scenes she has ever witnessed in her life, something she would never have imagined. She is standing on tiptoe over a vertical bar that penetrates her vagina. She is wearing uncomfortable leather boots and her tight corset protrudes her buttocks and breasts. She is witnessing Nadine’s rape and cannot believe her eyes. Valdes’s penis has entered the anus of the bitterly crying Frenchwoman.

“Be careful, bitch!”, he said: as she did not want to be tamed, not only did I tear her clitoris but in addition, I now only use her ass...”

He rapes her in a brutal way, with massive hip thrusts. And slapping the young woman on the hips a few times, he adds:

“But she’s such a whore that I bet she likes it...”

Nadine is suffering. She is in unspeakable pain. Her ankles are tied to the ends of a metal bar and her wrists are tied high behind her back and connected to the ceiling. This cruel posture forces her to bend her back and keep her head below her waist. But the worst part is that she has to lift her head ... A very tight rubber band is attached to her nose ring and to a pole in front of her. With each push of the man, a wave of pain invades her whole body: starting at the anus, it goes through her back, then her taut thighs, her shoulders painfully forced back, her arms, her nose ... Her tears form a small puddle on the ground.

She’s a very pretty girl. Everything about her is perfect, from her strong legs to her slender waist and her full, firm breasts. Less than six months earlier, she was a brilliant lawyer in Paris. Her intelligence and pretty face had opened the doors to the most prestigious law firms in the French capital. But she had had the misfortune of making a claim against Valdes’ company. When they first met, the inexperienced young woman hadn’t been able to refrain from treating her opponent rudely when he showed up at her office with a pair of low-level prostitutes. For his part, Valdes had been very impressed by the girl, as much as he still resented her ... A few weeks later, a crate arrived from Paris to Santa Lucia. MM had delivered the goods perfectly.

Now Nadine doesn’t look like that girl anymore. The poise, the self-confidence, the overflowing self-confidence, the wary and provocative attitude typical of Paris, all of that has disappeared. She is treated worse than an animal. Tortured, raped, forced to engage in the most appalling and degrading acts, she is no more than a shadow of what she once was. Only her pretty figure and fantastic body remain. And that’s all that interests Valdes, although he admits he has lost something with the young woman’s total surrender. Now she’s little more than an exquisite piece of flesh where he can empty his testicles. He will be more careful with Claudia; he will try not to break her so fast. He appreciates that his slaves struggle, resist and surrender momentarily under terror and torture, but not that they give up fighting for good. Most of his pleasure comes from coercing them, subduing them and crushing their desperate resistance.

“I hope you take that as an example.”

The man’s voice is hoarse and squeaky. He is close to orgasm. Exhausted, he begins to pull the sumptuous hips, forcing the girl to collaborate in her own rape. The tension in her nose and her arms is unbearable ... Nadine’s cries freeze the blood.

Valdes eventually withdraws and falls exhausted on the buttocks of his victim. Nadine must now support his weight at the end of her almost dislocated arms. After several minutes, the man seems to have recovered, he stands up and stands in front of his slave. He grabs her by the hair and turns her head despite the rubber band on her nose.

“Clean up!”

The girl begins to clean his cock with her tongue and lips; it’s covered in semen and smeared with her own feces. When he is satisfied, that his penis is clean and shining with saliva, he takes a flexible cane from the wall and savagely beats her buttocks with ... Nadine loses her voice but Valdes continues to hit her until she loses consciousness and remains suspended by the arms and her nasal septum...

Valdes turns to Claudia who is trembling with fear ... Without a word, he strikes her a terrible blow on the chest, which leaves a thin red mark on her chest. top of both breasts. As he leaves, he says: “Tomorrow, it’s your turn...”

Half an hour later, two sinister individuals untie Nadine and take them both to the cells. They drag them by the hair. Nadine is still unconscious. In the dismal cell, the man who brought her places a thick necklace around her neck that hangs from the ceiling on a chain, and he cuffs her left wrist to her right ankle. Sitting on the floor, Claudia is horrified by what she has seen. Before leaving, the man crouched down and, grabbing her by the hair, gave her the most brutal and violent kiss she had ever received. Then he goes out into the hallway and comes back with a tray which he places within reach. There is a plastic bowl filled with water and another filled with a thick, smelly brew with a few grains of rice floating on the surface. Next to her, he puts down a pile of newspapers and magazines.

Claudia’s lips are bleeding and she can’t stop shivering when she hears the loud noise of the door closing on her in this basement far from everything., in a forgotten corner of the planet...

She rushes to the bowl of water and drinks it in one gulp. Other than the semen she swallowed when Valdes forced her throat, she has had nothing to drink since Nairobi. And she’s hungry, but not yet enough to try to swallow the disgusting contents of the other bowl. A little calmer, she tries to find a less uncomfortable position. It’s unnecessary. The ring around her neck is very heavy, and the chain is too short for her to lie on the floor.

She closes her eyes, trying to relax. When she opens them again, her eyesight has become accustomed to the faint light from the oil lamp. One of the headlines catches her attention: “Claudia Moore, Gone” ... She hurries to grab the magazine. It is one of the most serious weeklies in this region.On the second page, after the editorial, is an article written by one of America’s most prestigious journalists. It says that Claudia Moore is in the Middle East, a prisoner of a group of Islamist extremists who threaten to kill her if the United States does not release a number of its members currently in prison. The author sympathizes with the girl, caught up in the affair because of her relationship with the president’s son. The end of the article complains about the White House’s silence on the subject and calls on the public opinion to put pressure on the government. Claudia can’t hold back her tears. That damn thing about the President’s son again ... This stupidity is what got her into this nightmare and now it makes her look like a victim of a terrorist plot. They will never find her. She doesn’t even know where she is, but she does know that her jailers, the guy in the countryside she saw and the length of the flight from Nairobi rule out that she could be in the Middle East. Furthermore, Valdes explained to her in detail the reasons for her kidnapping and it has nothing to do with politics.

She nervously reads the rest of the papers. They all say the same thing. Most feature photos of herself, in elegant evening gowns or provocative bikinis in the most exotic places.

It’s hard ... To be cruelly chained in this hole and at the mercy of the psychopath. It seems impossible that she is the same woman as the one in the photos.

After a while, the terrible screams that woke her up this morning start to make her tremble again. Footsteps in the hallway are followed by the sound of the door opening.

Hair standing on the back of her neck, she whispers, “Oh, my God. Not again!”

The door opens and a girl her age or younger is pushed into the cell. The girl is wearing a simple white tunic and her ankles are hobbled together. She stumbles and falls at Claudia’s feet. She is barefoot and her hands are tied behind her back. The door closes and the girls look at each other. The new one is called Esméralda and is the daughter of an old competitor of Valdes. A business dispute ended both her father’s life and her freedom. She has been a prisoner on this farm for a year. The screams are heard again.