The vehicle finally came to a halt after an extremely uncomfortable ride along a bumpy road. I was laying on my side in a thick layer of straw, but this had not protected me from the harsh road conditions, during the long and painful journey. My elbows and wrists were strapped together down the center of my back and then wrapped in some kind of sleeve.

My feet felt as if they were encased in tight footwear and had then been tied together and pulled back, to be fastened to my wrists, making it impossible for me to stand or even roll about. I was in considerable pain, as my shoulders were being forced back and my body was arched causing my naked breasts to jut forward in a most undignified manner. Anyone looking down at my naked body would also see my tight cleft peeping out from between my thighs, beneath the tight curls of my neatly trimmed bush.

A tightly cinched, broad leather belt had been fastened round my waist and thick leather straps were buckled at the top of my thighs. The heat was almost unbearable, making my body slick with sweat and to make matters worse the vehicle stank of shit and leather, which was making me feel noxious

I had been moaning since regaining consciousness about an hour earlier, through what I assumed, a leather bit. It had been forced across my mouth, pulling my cheeks back at the sides of my lips, and was held in place with tight straps round my head. The leather tasted foul and seemed to fill my mouth, which had become sore and extremely dry. Weirdly, my tongue felt bloated and I couldn't seem to find a comfortable position for it above or below the tubular gag.

The leather straps round my head were connected to a high collar which was wrapped tightly round my neck and was severely restricting the movement of my head. The shape of it completely stopped me from bending my head forward or moving it in either direction sideways. Apart from the bit gag, my head was encased in some sort of harness, but I knew my eyes were not covered, as I could see small flashes of light through cracks in the rear doors of the vehicle.

I had obviously been kidnapped from the hostel, the previous night, as the last thing I remember was going to bed after spending the night out on the town. I had gotten pretty drunk and enjoyed myself so much, that I must have been careless and attracted the attention of some would-be kidnapper. Unfortunately, I had had to choose a hostel in the seedier part of town, as my dwindling bank balance had nearly dried up.

As I lay there in the hot smelly straw, I realized that I couldn't even bring an image of anyone acting suspiciously around me, and now I was ruefully regretting my stupid idea to backpack around Mexico. My friends had warned me that teen age girls often disappeared in this part of the world and never be seen or heard from again, but I had dismissed the stories as scaremongering urban legends. How wrong could I be!

I was also wondering how long I had been unconscious. A few hours? A day? And what had happened to me since I had been kidnapped? Had I been raped? So many questions flooded through my brain, none of which I knew the answer to. Unfortunately, sharp pains were emanating from all over my body and it was difficult to separate one throb from another. Apart from my arms, the most intense pain was coming from my feet and ankles. It felt as though they had been forced into extremely small unyielding boots, but as I had been hog tied I was unable to see what they had done to me.

A cacophony of groans were rising from every corner of the trailer, so I guessed that there were other girls in the same predicament as myself. The vehicle had been stationery for about ten minutes, when I heard sounds of doors opening and voices chatting away in Mexican. Footsteps came up into the van and hands began to untie my feet from my wrists. I tried to remonstrate with my abductor, with grunts and gurgled screams, but was roughly pushed forwards onto my front, with my knees tucked under me. I tried to shuffle forwards to hide the blatant display of immodesty that my position presented to my captor. Thwack! Thwack!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhrrrr!" I screamed through my gag, as several streaks of lightning seared across my buttocks.

"Stay still and shut the fuck up!" yelled a voice, as I tried to roll or move forwards to avoid more blows from landing on my exposed ass. I felt unbelievably vulnerable, being bound and gagged and unable to defend myself from blows onto naked body. I was not a shy girl, but knowing my bare boobs were bouncing and jutting forwards and my sex was shamelessly on display, made me blush deeply.