Success had been easy for Vanessa, she had early success in big blockbuster Disney movies and legions of fans. She was trying to immerse herself in more serious roles and while she had just ended it with her boyfriend Austin, she really didn't have many worries. She could pretty much get any man she wanted. And she was really excited when her agent called her with the chance for an exciting role as a Mexican girl who gets caught up with the wrong group as she tries to sneak across the border.

In order to get into the role she hired a couple of top-flight undercover Hispanic bodyguards and decided to go to Mexico and then sneak into the states somewhere at the Texas border. This way she would be able to apply her experiences instead of just playing the role as a pampered Hollywood girl. She had a dark complexion, was part Mexican, about 5'1", 105 and was a gym rat. She could easily pass for a Mexican, she was 27 but could pass for 17, and hopefully she wouldn't be recognized without makeup.

The Texas anti-migrant militia was really just a front for a bunch of ex-motorcycle gang crooks that wanted the border drug routes for themselves and felt the illegals just brought too much attention to the border. But posing as a citizen border patrol gave them a lot of fun and an occasional Mexican hottie to abuse so what could be better than that? Little did they know how lucky they would get that day.

Vanessa's journey started out simple enough. After a few days in Juarez and the countryside, she departed on foot accompanied by her two undercover bodyguards for an isolated section of the border. She felt safe with the two brawny guards; they had been in the Mexican army and knew their way around. They didn't get as far as they wanted the first day, because they had to take cover due the incessant over flights by Mexican border patrol.

They finally set out that night and crossed the Rio Grande. Their crossing was uneventful enough, no patrols in sight. They hiked up a steep ridge and down into culvert when they were suddenly blinded by floodlights. Two Militia jeeps stood in their post and as they turned to run shots rang out. One of her bodyguards was hit by gunfire and went down quickly. Six heavily-armed men with automatic rifles suddenly surrounded them. Ray, the leader of the group, immediately had them both spread their legs and arms and they were searched. The big gangster enjoyed grouping Vanessa; this Mexican had a tight little bod under her baggy clothes. She would probably clean up real good. Her arms were zip tied behind her back.

Ray pulled out his pistol and shot her other bodyguard in the back of the head. Vanessa screamed; she had never witnessed such cold-blooded violence. Hopefully she would be able to get a ransom paid fast and get home. She was thrown in the back of a pickup and blindfolded. She was on the floor for the bouncy ride for about an hour. She had no idea where she was. When they stopped, they pulled her out of the truck, roughly grabbed her arms and hauled her into the compound.

When she was inside, her blindfold was pulled off and dirty looking men who towered over her in both size and strength surrounded her. She had to tell them who she really was; it was her only hope of getting out alive. They had to realize she was more valuable to trade for ransom and she wasn't just another wetback. Ray addressed her first.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, sneaking in here to steal our jobs?" he said. "We're gonna teach you a lesson, you chica cunt".

Vanessa immediately replied, "I'm not an illegal. I was working on training for a movie part, I actually live here. Look it up. I was a big Disney star, you can get big ransom money for me. Let me call my agent."

"Yeah, we're all big Disney fans here," Ray laughed. "Do you have a bridges to sell me, you wetback whore?" Vanessa was terrified.

"Don't ever let it be said we didn't give you a chance," Ray said. "We're gonna put you in the cage with our best woman fighter. You beat her, we'll let you walk, bitch. You lose, it's gonna be a long couple of weeks".

Vanessa was relieved. She was in great shape, with like 2% body fat. She was quick and could handle herself well in kickboxing; she was even a tough match for the boys. They cut her zip ties and pushed her into a cage.

"Okay Bertha, teach the bitch a lesson."

Bertha was a huge woman about 6'3" 350 pounds. Vanessa was concerned but not worried, she could out maneuver the slow behemoth.

Bertha came at her first and took a swing at her face. Vanessa ducked underneath the blows and got a couple of quick jabs into Bertha's side. To her disappointment they seemed to have little effect. She wheeled around and tried to get a couple of shots on Bertha's face, but Bertha quickly grabbed her arm and delivered a crushing blow to Vanessa's midsection. Now Vanessa was a workout nut and had a real six pack, but she was not prepared for a punch like this. She was staggering and gasping for breath, coughing, barely able to stand.

Bertha walked up to her giggling. "What's wrong, you've never been hit by a real woman before?"

She grabbed Vanessa's hair and straightened her up; Vanessa raised her arms to weakly try to pry off Bertha's grip. This opened her up for another stomach blow. Vanessa collapsed weakly to the matt, unable to breathe, coughing and barely conscious. Nothing in her training had prepared her for those kinds of blows. Bertha grabbed her by the back of her neck. She picked her up easily and lifted her with both arms over her head, then brought her down over her knee for a backbreaker. Vanessa saw stars; her back had exploded in pain. She was writhing in agony on the mat. Bertha leaned over and grabbed her by her hair, lifted her up, and punched her hard in the face. The center of her face exploded in pain. She wasn't sure which was worse, the agony in her midsection or her nose and jaw. She tasted blood in her mouth and lost consciousness.

She awoke surrounded by the gang's women. Bertha towered over her, leaning over her face with smelling salts. "Stand up little chica. We want to see what we got."

Vanessa staggered up on her feet, still woozy. "Strip, little bitch," Bertha commanded her, "or you'll get a couple of more love taps, movie star."

Vanessa knew she didn't have a choice, she also knew the gang's men were standing in the background leering. Vanessa pulled off her sweatshirt and dropped it on the ground. Ray was a bit impressed; he was going to have some fun with this one.

"The bra, bitch," Bertha commanded, and Vanessa unhooked the clasp and it dropped to the floor, revealing her pert and ample tits. Bertha liked what she saw, too.

"Now the pants, cunt."

Vanessa had no choice. As her pants dropped, Ray saw that fine butt and started to make plans. When the panties came off, Vanessa had never felt so vulnerable in her whole life.

Bertha looked at her. "You lost, now start with the girls."

One of the girls dropped her pants. "Eat me out bitch, NOW!"

Vanessa didn't have a Bi-bone in her body, but she had to comply. She got down on her knees and began to lick the girl's clit.

"That's it, bitch. Suck on it".

The girl grabbed Vanessa's head and pushed it into her spread legs. It was so awful. She was dirty, and smelled like she hadn't showered in months. Vanessa could barely keep from throwing up as her face was buried in the girl's vagina. It went on like this for the next couple of hours until finally she knelt before Bertha, but Bertha turned around and told her, "I want you to lick out my ass, bitch."

Before Vanessa could even think about it, one of the strong girls grabbed the weakened Vanessa from behind and forced her head into Bertha's big ugly ass. The smell, the dirt, the humiliation was too much and Vanessa began to throw up, retching right into Bertha's privates. Bertha and Ray were furious and Bertha slapped Vanessa hard across the face. Vanessa laid in the fetal position on the floor, holding her injured face.

Ray motioned to a couple of the gang members. "Time to cool this Mexican off, she thinks she's too hot for us."

Two of the big men grabbed her. They zip tied her legs together and did the same with her hands behind her back. Then they picked her up and carried her into the next room. Vanessa saw a big tub in there. Before she even realized it, they picked her up and dumped her in the tub full of ice water.

"Hey bitch, have you heard about the Ice Bucket Challenge? Here's your fucking chance."

Vanessa was in excruciating pain, she was screaming, the agony seemed to penetrate to every joint and fiber of her being. While she was only in the tub for about a minute, it seemed like hours. They hauled her out and threw her on a mattress beside the tub. She was still screaming and gasping for breath. She was shivering uncontrollably, and she began to weep. The pain was unbearable. They threw some heavy blankets on her and let her lie there for a half hour or so.

After this the two men came back in the room again. "Well, you ready for bath number two, bitch?"

Vanessa began to scream and writhe, trying to avoid the men's arms but she was so petite and tied up, it was easy for them to pick her up like she was a sack of potatoes and dump her in the ice-filled tub again. It felt like she was getting burned alive; everywhere the ice touched was agony. Her breasts, butt and vagina were throbbing, as was her head. She was screaming it was unbearable. They lifted her out again and threw her on the mattress; she bounced off it but didn't even feel it. They turned on a space heater and threw more blankets on her while she was shaking, mixed in with uncontrollable muscle spasms. They let her rest a little longer this time.

After two hours passed, Ray came in. "Are you willing to cooperate, cunt? Do everything we ask?"

She nodded her head weakly, she had no resistance left. Ray then nodded to the two men. "One more for old time's sake."

Vanessa tried to crawl, squirm into the corner of the room, anything to get away from another round, and it was fruitless. The men picked her up and threw her into the horrible tub. Vanessa screamed and screamed and screamed, finally the pain was too much and she lost consciousness. The men followed the same procedure when she woke up they pulled the blankets off her.

"You need a warm up, Chica?"

Ray and four of the men stood over her, pissing on her. She began to weep uncontrollably; she had never been so helpless in her life.

Ray laughed. "We're just getting started."

They dumped Vanessa on a cot in a locked cage with a bunch of blankets and let her rest. Vanessa hardly noticed the other Mexican girls in cages in the big building that looked like a stable. She was really petite and they didn't want to kill her before the fun began. When she woke up she realized she had to escape. She was fast, if she could figure a way out of the cage she might stand a chance. One of the militia members walked in the stables and began to shove bowls with spoons into the cage. Vanessa decided to make her move when he opened her cage. To her surprise, she bolted right past the startled militiaman and before he could react she was into the woods by the camp.

She found it strange that she was able to escape so easily. While she wasn't an outdoors women, but she could tell by the sun which way north was. She decided to head due north figuring she'd hit a road sooner or later. She was out for about three hours when she heard dogs barking. She started to walk toward the dogs, figuring they were at a house. The dogs got louder and louder; finally safety from her ordeal was near. She climbed into a clearing only to see Ray with a four militia members and their dogs. She tried to run but they caught her easily. One of the militia members walked up to the surprised girl and slapped her hard across the face. She collapsed in pain. They zip tied her legs together and her hands were handcuffed in front. They threw her like burlap bag into the back of a pickup and hauled her back to the compound.

When they got back to the camp they grabbed her out of the pickup and hauled her to a couple of posts in the middle of the camp. They untied her and immediately re-tied her arms over her head and raised her until her weight was barely supported. She weakly resisted, still emotionally drained from her recapture. Then they brought the ten or so other Mexican girls out of their cages and lined them up. Vanessa was facing them with her back toward Ray.

Ray shouted out to them. "Chicas, you know what happens when you run? You get punished".

Then Ray grabbed Vanessa by her hair pulled it back. "Little Chica, time you felt the whip."

Ray raised his arm. Vanessa heard the swish, the snap, and then her back exploded. The pain was excruciating, and she was so helpless. Then she heard a second swish, the whip wrapped around and caught her left nipple.

"Why me?" she screamed. "What have I done to deserve this?"

The next blow went lower over her pert little ass. It felt ass if someone had taken a pair of pliers and was pealing her skin away. The next blow caught the back of her thighs, then three quick snaps into her back. Vanessa felt like she was dying one lash at a time. She could no longer support her own weight and the next blow across her back caused her to lose consciousness. Finally some relief.

She woke up when a bucket of water was thrown over her face. God no, she thought. This wasn't a nightmare, it was real. It was like she was suspended in a fog of awareness watching her own death. Another lash tore into back across the welts and bruises that were already there. Her back was on fire. She began to weep uncontrollably. Each lash brought more agony; she thought it would never end.

When they finally cut her down, her body was a limp open wound. They threw her back in her cage; she barely had the strength to crawl to her dirty mattress. She just laid there in agony.

They gave her a week to recover. Vanessa had no idea how long she had been there. A couple of the gang came and grabbed her and hauled her into a room with a wooden table and four tie downs. The men tied Vanessa down on her back with her four limbs spread-eagle; she barely had room to stretch. She was a sight to behold and Ray intended to have some fun today.

Ray walked in the room pushing a cart that contained some kind of electrical device with dangling wires. Vanessa began to shake, she was so afraid. Ray attached electrodes to her tits and her clit.

She began to beg him, "I'll do anything you want, just please don't hurt me anymore."

Ray laughed. "You got to tenderize the meat before you cook with it". He flipped the switch on the cart.

Vanessa was bouncing off the table, her clit and tits were on fire! She was screaming, gasping for breath, "No more, please, please, no more!" The current stopped and Vanessa lay on the table heaving, trying to get her breath, coughing. She began to cry.

"Please, please don't!"

Ray flipped the switch again. Vanessa's body arched with the current, she was bouncing on the table like a fish on dry land. Every tendon, rib, and every muscle outlined on her fabulously toned body ached as she strained against her bonds. When the current stopped she continued to writhe against her bonds, begging them to stop.

Ray smiled. "Now we're going to turn it up and let you feel some real pain."

One of the men placed a ballgag in her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue off. Vanessa began to piss on the table in fear.

"Look, the chica can't control her bladder." Ray flipped the switch; this went on for another hour until Vanessa was in a stupor. She was semi-conscious, eyes glazed over, and shaking with occasional seizures.

After a couple hours Ray came in and pulled down his pants. Vanessa was like a trapped animal, helpless waiting for the hunter to finish her off. Ray unzipped his pants to reveal a massive erection. He pulled his shirt off. He was fat and repulsive but hung. He was going to enjoy every minute of this; Vanessa was going to have nightmares.

"Say you want it, bitch, you want to make love, bitch."

Vanessa saw Ray's hand raised; she had no choice. Ray entered her roughly, she would never forget his grunting, the fat rubbing her toned body raw, his shouting, "Yep bitch, take it bitch!" would haunt her the rest of her life. As he deposited his load in her, she wished for death. Instead in her semi-conscious stupor she heard Ray yell for the rest of the boys to take turns with her the rest of the night. It was hell on earth.

She woke up in her cage again on her cot. There wasn't a bone in her body that wasn't sore. Her vagina was bleeding and felt like a gaping open wound. She began to weep and cry out for her mommy, she felt like a helpless little girl waiting for some predator to use her again. This was hell, she had to escape somehow. Ray and the boys had other ideas.

They hauled he into the torture room again the next day. This time she bent over the table face down. Her legs were spread on the floor and her arms outstretched over the table. Her delicious butt was exceedingly exposed. Ray was looking forward to breaking this Mexican. Ray pulled down his pants to reveal his massive erection again; he was going to enjoy taking this little chica in the ass. Vanessa was so out of it, she didn't even notice Ray as he parted her hot little ass checks until he began to thrust into her tiny virgin asshole. It hurt like hell, his body slapping against her welts while it felt she was being slowly split in half by the massive dick entering her rectum. She was crying, whimpering, but she had no voice left to scream with. Ray pounded her for what seemed like hours and when he dumped her load, she felt totally drained. Then as usual he invited the boys to participate, and they lined up one by one to finish her off. She drifted from semi-conscious to unconscious for hours until she finally lost it.

When she woke up she was still tied down. Ray gave her a few hours of rest before he entered the room. He came in with a big white guy and another guy that looked like an offensive lineman.

Oh my god. Vanessa couldn't believe her eyes. It was Austin, her old boyfriend. What the fuck?

Austin handed Ray a big wad of cash. "Well, little bitch, you thought you could dump me and talk me down with all you friends? I took you down a couple of pegs, didn't I?" Austin laughed.

Vanessa couldn't believe her eyes. Her old boyfriend who she had loved for years set her up for this.

"Oh don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you, done that before, although I may let the movie of this little escapade get out. Here's your new friend Rocco; he wants to fuck you in the ass I want to watch."

Rocco was huge. He pulled his pants down and he looked like a huge animal. His erection was unnatural, easily 15" long and a couple of inches thick. He walked behind Vanessa. This little thing was going to be one enjoyable fuck. He entered her tiny already bloody asshole mercilessly, pounding in and out as Vanessa was screaming. He reached his humongous hands around her tiny waist and pulled for leverage. It seemed this agony would never end, her little rectum was being torn apart thrust by thrust; she was screaming and crying. Austin was laughing, and the worst part was he was filming the whole thing. Rocco pounded in and out of her little bubble butt for twenty minutes but to Vanessa it seemed like hours. When Rocco pulled out, Austin said, "Just one more lesson, bitch."

Ray untied her and tied her hands behind her back. She couldn't resist, and she could barely stand. Then he lowered a cable down from a pulley in the rafters and attached it to her tied arms. The cable began to slowly pull up; Austin looked on approvingly. Vanessa's arms were being pulled up behind her back like some medieval torture. Soon her feet left the floor and her entire body was supported by her shoulders distorted unnaturally behind her back. The tears were pouring down her face, her shoulders were throbbing. She was shaking, every breath was agony. Austin walked up to her and shook her she looked at him in disbelief. How could she have trusted this man who was so sadistic?

Austin looked at her. "You get it now bitch, I own you. If you're smart you'll beg me to take you back when I let you down."

Ray released the pressure and she fell to floor, unable to support her own weight. She was struggling weakly to get out any words as short of breath as she was. "I'll take you back, just don't hurt me anymore, please!"

Austin laughed. "Aw bitch, I was just kidding, There is no way I would fuck a fucked up cunt like you, look at yourself. I can't imagine any man would want you. Take her up again, Ray."

Ray motioned to one of the gang and they pulled her up. "No please no more!" Vanessa stammered.

As her feet left the floor the pain was unbearable, she began to cry for her mommy and daddy. "Please help me, please no more," she repeated over and over, gasping until she passed out.

She was awakened again with cold water in the face. She noticed her hands were tied in front, she was tied arms over head to a post with what looked like a thick wire guitar string hanging off it. Ray walked over to her and spread her legs. He turned to Austin.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Go for it," Austin replied.

He gently unfolded the flaps of her vagina and butt crack and threaded the wire through it. Then he pulled the wire through a pulley contraption high above Vanessa's head in front of her.

Ray grabbed her by her hair. She was barely conscious, her shoulder throbbed, her rectum felt like an open wound. He then told her what she was hooked up to.

"Honey, this is a Nazi invention called the cheese grater. As I crank this and tighten the tension on the wire it will slowly cut you in half through your privates. I've only done it once to some Fed informant chick. But Austin paid me big bucks."

He turned the crank and Vanessa felt the wire like a knife slicing through the folds of her vagina. She tried to pull herself up to ease the pain and it worked for a few seconds.

Ray turned the crank again. Another quarter inch. It was agony; Vanessa was shaking, she could no longer hold herself up, her shoulders were on fire. It felt as if she was impaled on a razor blade. She began to spasm uncontrollably, her head began to throb. One more crank, a small trickle of blood seeped down her inner thighs. She threw up; the pain was pulsing throw her body in waves. Another crank, her screaming was now constant, pain was exploding up her spine to the back of her skull. She passed out, figuring her life was over.

"Enough," Austin said. "She's learned her lesson. I doubt I'll ever get any shit from her again."