"Get up there Chica! Release the Buros! Quick!" barked the huge Mexican, who was waving a gun in the general direction of Tara.

Tara managed to clamber up onto the platform and lean over me to unlock the chain from my collar. I was lying prostrate in the straw and totally bemused by what was happening around me.

The gun shots and my total helplessness made me absolutely terrified of what the men were going to do to us and I genuinely feared for my life. I could see beyond Tara and the man who was watching her intently that another car had arrived on the scene and that too had been attacked by the bandits.

Two innocent men looked to have been shot dead within the car, while another body, which I think was the van driver, lay sprawled beside the road. Tara seemed to have escaped injury and was shaking with fear as her trembling hands released me from the chain.

"Frisky," Tara whispered. "You're not in any danger. Dad will track us down, don't worry."

The slim trainer helped me to my hoofs and together we stumbled to the ramp, where one of the bandits grabbed my arm and helped me down to the rough road. Tara was referring to the Sat-Nav, which Pedro had stuffed in my vagina, before we set out on the journey. For a moment I was actually grateful to have it there!

Tara's father, Douglas Greenway, would hopefully be able to find us if the devise worked, but what if it didn't? I had a nasty feeling about the whole situation. Once in the fresh air, I was surprised to find that we were on a forest track, rather than a main road, but on reflection, the Greenways would want to avoid the law and travel in secret, even if it meant journeying through dangerous territory.

What on earth did the men intend to do with us? I wondered.

The bandits were all dressed as though they were filming a spaghetti western. I counted six men with guns in holsters on their hips, while a seventh carried a rifle and a belt of bullets slung over his shoulder, as if he was expecting a war.

Most of the men were wearing dark blue Levis, fancy cowboy boots and a variety of different coloured check shirts, which seemed popular in that part of Mexico. Their colourful sombreros were pushed to the backs of their heads giving the whole scene a bizarre and surreal feel about it. If the situation hadn't been so serious, then I would have thought I was on a film set!

The man who had helped me off the ramp, handed me over to the big guy, who was holding a rifle in one hand. He casually batted my ass with the barrel of his riffle and gave me the once over with his beady, greedy eyes.

"Move your ass Burro," he pointed toward a third vehicle that had parked in front of the broken-down van. "Go there!"

My skin was crawling from his touch, as I moved off down the side of the van, warily watching the men ogle my naked backside, when I passed them by. One man slapped my ass and another made a grab for my right breast, which because of my bent poise, jutted forward and bounced with every stride I made.

"Grandes grupa!" commented one of the bandits, causing his comrades to mutter their ascent, while I trotted toward the waiting vehicle. I had never thought of myself having a big ass, but these men had obviously gotten that impression from my sashaying butt cheeks.

The men formed a little line, so that they could get a good view of my naked posterior, as the big bandit marched me past them. As soon as I arrived at the back of the pick-up, they all gathered a little closer to see what was happening. A man dressed in dark trousers and white shirt had been sitting on the back of the truck, but jumped up as I arrived.

"Scram!" he said waving his arm at the bandits. They backed away, but lingered to watch what was about to happen.

"Where do you want her Doc?" asked the bandit.

"Lay her down there!" he ordered in English. A blanket had been placed in the bed of the truck and the man steered me forward to lay on my front with my legs dangling down to the ground. I squeezed my thighs together, but I was fully conscious of the fact that all the men were leering at the wire restraint criss-crossing my protuberant labium lips.

Doc leant over me and sorted through some tools and accessories in a small box, before pulling out a pair of pliers. I was absolutely mortified when I realized what was about to happen. Within a minute, he had clipped the wire lacings in four places and pulled away the scraps of wire, opening up access to my fully stuffed vagina.

I felt his fingers feel for a grip round the rim of the phallus, before eventually withdrawing the monstrosity, with a huge slurp! Several of the men gasped and muttered a few comments to each other and one even whistled, when the dirigible emerged!

The sensation of suddenly being empty, created mixed messages in my brain, because in just a few short hours, my vaginal muscles had become used to accommodating the monster phallus.

However, the next thing the swarthy man did was to pull another Dildo from the box, which was equally as large, if not larger, than the one he had removed. A few seconds later, my sodden cunt had gobbled up the new invader and once again, I had to suffer the shame of having my vagina tightly laced up.

Then to my relief, I felt Doc screwing a bung into the flange on my anal collar, which would save me the embarrassment of shitting everywhere. SPLATT!

"Muuumph!" I jumped in surprise, when the man gave my butt a vicious flat handed slap.

"Get in the truck," he ordered, lifting my shoulder up.

I righted myself and lifted my knee onto the back edge, opening myself up between my legs. The man's hand was instantly there, cupping my cunt and pushed upwards, propelling me forward, while squeezing my freshly fettered labia. I somehow got my balance on my knees and as he slid his finger across the laces, I managed to get away and shuffle down to the end of the pick-up bed.

I seated myself in one corner and then watched the man follow exactly the same procedure with Peachy's phallus. Once he had dragged it out of her orifice, he held up the slimy torpedo to examine it and then simply threw it into the bushes. After he had refilled her vagina, he took one of the bungs and screwed it into her anal flange, before giving her a helping hand up onto the edge of the truck.

She eventually scrambled to the back of pick-up, extremely red faced and sat down beside me, as though, she thought I might protect her from further abuse.

Then the big bandit appeared, pushing Tara ahead of him. He had stripped her of all her clothing and tied her arms behind her back with straps on her wrists and just below her elbows. Her face looked thunderstruck and as red as a beetroot, making me wonder if the big Mexican had just fucked her at the back of the van.

"Doc, have you got a gag for this chica?" he asked.

Doc disappeared round to the front of the cab, while the big Mexican easily lifted Tara up, so she could plant her pert buttocks on the blanket, where I had been laying earlier. The bandit prised her knees apart and slid one of his hands up her thigh. I assumed his fingers were dipping into her splayed pussy, for her body began to squirm and tremble as though she was having an orgasm.

I was interested to see that Tara had a nice even tan, so was probably used to sunbathing in the nude. I on the other hand, still hadn't got used to walking around with a bare ass and I didn't think I ever would!

By the time Doc returned with a red ball gag, Tara was still jerking about on the end of the bandit's fingers. The big Mexican seemed to have taken a liking to the slim American girl, because he continued to fondle and examine her petite body. His exploration of her sex stopped when Doc had finished strapping the gag in place.

Once he had helped Tara to her knees, she scrambled down the wagon to come and sit with us. I looked at the other two, hoping that before we were driven away, Tara's Father would arrive and save us all, but unfortunately that didn't happen.

Tara's body was very slim, a size 6 or a 4, I thought. Although her body was slender, she didn't look emaciated and did have perky 'A' cups, along with a cute ass to complement her otherwise boy-like figure. On the down side her thin oval face and narrow nose detracted from her beauty, but she had stunning blue-grey eyes and lovely dark hair, which was on the short side, but always neatly styled.

Some of the bandits dragged the bodies into the bushes and then climbed into the ambushed car, while the big Mexican with the rifle jumped into the back of the pick-up, along with three more of his murderous gang. The truck pulled away and we were soon speeding along a narrow track through dense forests and thick undergrowth.

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From the men's conversation, I deduced that we were being taken to a gold mine in the Sierra Madre and the name, Palmarejo, kept popping up. The big guy with the rifle, whose name was Carlos, seemed to be in charge. As soon as the journey began, he moved up the front, to play with Tara, who he seemed to be obsessed with.

The moment he began to roll her over in readiness to spear her, I turned away and tried to curl up in the corner of the truck's bed. I was just thanking my lucky stars that she was there to deflect his attentions away from Peachy and myself, when I felt a hand on my butt and another on my breast. Soon the pair of hands had positioned me so that my butt was in the air and my knees were tucked under my body.

The rough track, which the pick-up was careering along, made it difficult for my tormentor to undo the laces and remove the dildo, but he was determined to spear my quim. I groaned when the bandit achieved his goal and finally began pummelling his hips against my posterior. Through my tears of mortification, I could see that Peachy was in a similar position in the other corner of the cargo bed. Tara's cries of anguish were joined by ours, while the bandits sated their sexual lust and the truck clattered toward our dreaded final destination.

For hour after hour the pick-up travelled in a westerly direction. At one point our small convoy was joined by a third, larger vehicle, which was loaded with food and large bottles of water. The weather mercifully, became cloudy after a few hours and darkness rapidly closed in on us, when the sun finally went down.

I knew we were nearing our destination, when I started to see armed guards posted on checkpoints, high up on huge boulders. By the time we pulled into an encampment to the sound of raucous men shouting and screaming, I was in a terrible state having been speared several times during the journey.

The bandits helped us jump down from the truck and when the Doc appeared, Peachy and I were led off in one direction, while the burly bandit took Tara in the other. When I considered our comparative futures, I wasn't sure whose shoe's I'd rather be in, hers or mine!

We were led into a large wooden barn, where I was immediately struck by the stench and shocking sounds, emanating from every corner of the building. I could barely see into the stalls, in the gloomy light, when we passed them, but unfortunately, I could see enough to make my hackles rise and my blood freeze with dread.

Each stall had a pony girl tethered to a dais and the poor creatures were filthy, malnourished and looked as if they were being cruelly treated. I had to look away, because it was obvious that one day I too could be in the state that all the other girls were in. My imagination began to run wild thinking about the possible roles that the poor girls were being forced to perform.

I was taken to a stall that was in a similar state to all the others and tethered to a dais in the centre of the tiny enclosure. It was a terribly dark place, lit only by a single candle, high on the wall; at the back of the stall. My resting place was really just two stumps of wood that had been cut from a tree trunk and pushed together.

I was pushed forward onto the first stump, so that my stomach rested on the first block and my head on the other. The space in between was for my breasts to hang, which I soon found was very uncomfortable.

A metal eye had been driven into the top of the front stump and Doc used a padlock with a long loop, to fasten my collar to the block.

"Now I just want you to relax Frisky," His hands began to massage my ass cheeks. "While I check out this little cunt of yours."

"Muuumph!" I protested, when his fingers began to unlace my pussy lips and then withdraw the phallus with a loud slurp. I was helpless and just had to lay still while he prised my tender folds apart and clumsily prod my itchy labia with his blunt helmet.

He easily found my soft portal and instantly drove his cock deep into my sizzling quim. I hardly felt his shaft glide in, because my muscles were still loose, and I had become extremely juicy from being speared several times in the pickup truck.

While he established a steady stroke, my mind couldn't get over the stark contrast between my old and new residences. Incredulously, I began to consider my few days stay at the Greenway's Pony Farm as a civilized existence and began to pine for the old life with my stable mate Buck!

I hardly noticed, his ejaculation and his withdrawal, because I was looking around the stall and beginning to think that I may never get out of the awful place alive. A hard slap on my posterior signified he had finished his so called examination. He left my vagina empty, but laced me up, presumably to put others off from trying to spear me. Despite being distressed, disillusioned with life and depressed, I somehow managed to slip into an uncomfortable troubled sleep.