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                                                                      CALIENTE ALTO cont.,


	The hidden stranger repeated, "I said, what all do we have going on here?"
	Smithey was the first to react. As he and Susan were not accustomed to the blare of the lights, he could almost make out the dark figures standing near a far wall. "Hi. Uhm, we, well, we..."
	"Let me handle this, Allan", Master Briefs said as he officiously stepped out of the circle of light and peered into the shadows from where the strange voice had come. "Look, friend. This is all perfectly legal. I have the permits. But unfortunately, this production we are involved in is a closed set, so I'm afraid that I..."
	The attorney gasped and fell to the floor clutching his wounded groin. The other  had blind-sided him with a swift kick between his legs. Unable to complete his earlier sentence, the proud officer of the court lay writhing on the dirty floor.
	"They all call me Lord," the voice said as he stepped closer and came in view of all. Lord was unconventionally handsome, but beefy arms, facial scars and tattoos really said all that needed to be said. 
Members of Lord's bunch gathered around just on the perimeter of light. Clearly, the shooting party was not being visited by a roving band of Cub Scouts.
	Smithey and the others grimaced at Master Briefs on the floor, and then innocently at the newcomers.
	"Let that tall girl down and , " Lord started as he tripped against the huddled body of Susan. "Oh, excuse me, Miss. I didn't know that there were two of you."
As Lord helped Susan to her feet, the others let down the chain holding Candi's arms aloft. Soon as her arms were freed, the tall blonde rubbed her stretched forearms and biceps in relief. She quickly bent down and picked up the fallen gown to at least partially cover herself. 
Modesty had suddenly become an issue with the new arrivals.
	Lord seldom missed noticing anything. "Oh, no need to cover-up on our behalf, Miss," he said to Candi who stood flat-footed and unsure of what was her next motivation, "As a matter of fact, just the other day I was telling the boys here just how much I have been wanting some cutting horses. Isn't that right, Clem?"
	"Yup boss."
	"But right now I'm thinking I just might have to start out with a couple of ponies." Lord appraised the two women before him. "Like maybe these two, eh?"
	Racuous laughter rang inside the metal hanger, startling the already shocked members.
	"Seems to me I saw some saw-horses just outside the door we came through. Some of you boys go get them and young lady," he said patronizingly to Susan, "Let's see what you're hiding under those dumpy clothes."
	"No way, bastard!" Susan shouted and grabbed her pants pocket but her hand was stopped by one of Lord's minions.
	"Hey boss. Lookee here. This one's packin' heat."
	Lord slowly examined the small revolver in his hands, then looked back at the defiant Susan. "Nice weapon, little girl. But way too big for you. For now I think that I'll just have to hold on to it." 
He nodded to the two holding her and watched as one roughly tore apart the shirt she wore while the other sliced her pants at the waist with his knife. Soon the Goth Grrrl was naked, too, just like her friend Candi.
	Daylight shone in as a small door creaked open. The wooden horses could be heard as they were dragged closer to the group. 2X4's scraped dusty concrete like nails on a chalkboard.
	"Somebody get lengths of that rusty cable. We'll need that to hold these two. Suppose we should lock-up the 'Romans' too, but don't kill them - they might come in handy later." 
Lord turned back to face both Candi and Susan who now was fighting to keep from crying wet fury. "Well, girls, looks like it's just about time to 'saddle up'. Shall we?"
	The leer that spread creases in Lord's face frightened both.




	Scene 2 further tested the hanger's acoustics with much raccous laughter and heightened wailing. The rusted metal walls reverberated as the sordid action began, reached a middle crescendo and then in almost perfect harmony with male sighs and female groans. Those that had first planned to act in this passion play were rudely escorted away to a shed out back where the door containing them was locked securely by three of Lord's men. The young women faired less as each were lashed to the rough wood "horses" with rusty cable. Tender skin tautly wrapping wrists and ankles easily chafed with bloody roughness.

	Lord considered the helpless two. Aside from the physical disparity in each, the girls appeared to offer individual qualities no two quarter horses could ever hope for. He was speaking for himself, of course, in making that generalization. Bestiality had never been much of a personal turn-on. Regardless, what lay before him presented themselves as "ponies" of value not to be ignored.. 

	"You'll get your turns, don't worry, boys," he said, "But first I know that none of you would think of first allowing your leader not to have first crack at things." Lord's chiseled features set as he appraised the pair. One was shaven and the other was not, but from his point of view, the point was moot.

	It turned out to the satisfaction of all that Lord was good for his word. Small rough boulders had been wedged between the two women and the wood rails so that both heads and tails were propped up. By the end of the afternoon, small pools of blood muddied the dusty floor and much dried or drying semen mixed with the sweaty female nudes.

	"Thank ya, boss," Clem said in eternal gratitude as he hitched up his chaps. "But 'cha know, I think that long one has plastic boobs."

	"Really," Lord said distractedly as he cinched the buckle on one of his boots. "Then, Clem, I suppose you should verify that charge. With at least one of them, I mean. Here's a carpet knife from my vest. Don't worry, it's got a new razor blade in it so it's sharp enough. Cut her open and let's have a look."

	The bewhiskered soldier gulped, but rather than risk offending his superior, gripped the offered knife and knelt down near Candi's stretched arms.

	"Remember now, just do her right one. The other can remain as it is for now."

	Susan softly sobbed. Goth Grrrl had never been taken before so violently, and by so many. Long after losing her anal virginity, she had succumbed to the multiple penetrations. No longer was she defiant. It no longer was of any consequence where she was or what fate had befallen her.

	The one called Clem knelt alongside the prone figure. Candi breathed slowly as she too rested atop a wooden sawhorse. She had at least been more experienced than her more sheltered friend, Susan, and that had helped somewhat but any advantage previously enjoyed was now about to change. Clem wrapped his thumb and four fingers around the bloated breast. It felt warm and slick and even under these conditions, it felt soft. Imploringly, he looked up to see Lord towering over him.

	"Go ahead boy. Check it out. If they are plastic, make her like she used to be."

	Candi stirred in her bounds, but any movement on her part was way too late. She felt the sharp point of the razor, then the start of the incision. Her tussled mane flew up, eyes wild. The animal-like shriek made all jump.	

	Inexperienced as he was in cosmetic surgery, Clem made up for that by sheer diligence. Using a firm grip on her pliant breast, he used the other hand to manipulate the knife. Sinking it deeply into the woman-flesh, he sawed open a deep incision. 
Satisfied at his trial effort, he sat back on his haunches and looked at the gaping wound.

	"Now," Lord said slowly as he too took in the view, "Reach your figures in there and tell us, Clem, if it's Live or Memorex."

	Candi thrashed as the cut was being made, but after Clem was done with his tool work, she slumped gasping on the boulders. Her wet sternum rubbed raw over the gritty surface.

	Gulping again, as Clem had little stomach for doctor's work, he reached his two fingers between the separated flesh. More gore gushed out, wetting his hand and wrist. Finally, after some probing, he felt something smooth inside the girl. Gripping it, he pulled and slowly revealed to all the bloody plastic bag of silicone.

	Lord watched with a degree of fascination thinking that this was much better than any other hospital operating theater and he just might be helping one of his people through a form of rough-and-tumble med school. Coming to his senses he grabbed a roll of duct tape and said, "Here, Clem. Not exactly surgical sutures but tear off a strip and it should seal her up somewhat." 

	The others gathered closely about and watched as Clem's wet fingers struggled with the tape and he applied it as tightly as he could to close the wound. Someone brought over a canteen. Water from it was used to wash off Clem, his hands and the girl. The newly downsized tit looked wrinkled.

	From the hot shed out back where members of the original party had been locked, they could easily hear the racket from inside the hanger. No one needed much of an imagination to realize why the noise was being made, but when they heard the shrillness of Candi's caterwauling, the packed group fell silent.

	Already much discolorization was flowing around Candi's right flank. Trickles of blood continued to seep from edges of the silvery duct tape, dribbling across its shiny surface. Matted hair fell over her sweat and tear-stained face. Reflexively, inner thigh muscles twitched.

	"You know boys? I'm thinking that these two have maybe had a full day of it. Perhaps it's time to get both off those wooded things. Now the one is going to be a little lopsided, but I do suppose that's why they call it a medical 'practice', right?" Lord cooly sipped from a sterling silver flask of his. "Take them both outside to where that wine-barrel half is. I want them both to sit easy inside of it, but first Clem another chore."

	The ashen-faced de facto surgeon wearily looked up to acknowledge Lord. "Yes...sir?"

	"The boys will sit these two in the barrel and in the meantime, you go and gather up some of your little friends."

	Clem eagerly shook his balding head. Collecting ants and their natural enemies, scorpions, had been a special hobby ever since coming out to this desert. No pun intended, but he just wasn't cut out for surgery. Now, collecting critters was more like it.



	A door along a far wall opened a shaft of brilliant late-afternoon sun that blinded all present. Susan and Candi were dragged across the hard, dusty desert until at last they stopped. Both were held up and blearily looked down at the weathered old barrel-half. Susan started to cry out, but then fell silent as hands lifted her off the ground. She was placed on her bottom on the rough bottom of the barrel and faced her legs propped up into the air where they rested on the opposite side of the container. Candi was next. She moaned as she was lifted and placed down into the barrel. Her thighs rubbed against Susan's and her long legs rose alongside the other girl's shoulders. Both women cried as they sat facing each other.

	From the side, Clem happily approached the gathered group and the barrel with two pairs of white legs sticking up out of it. He carried two buckets and in one of them could be heard the scraping sound of critters crawling around. He ambled over to where Lord stood and awaited his next orders.

	Lord scratched his chin as he surveyed the barrel and the two women sitting inside of it. "There must be a bung hole somewhere along the side of this old thing. Ahhh, here it is… Clem? Give me what ants you've found."

	The prospector hobbyist cum reluctant surgeon eagerly handed Lord his bucket containing the angry black ants. "Here ya go, boss."

	"Good lad," Lord said taking the bucket and carefully tipping it so that its rim nestled next to the weathered hole on the side of the barrel watched as the black stream of crawling legs and bodies marched into the barrel. "Now watch this, boys."

	Candi and Susan moaned as the two of them sat thigh to thigh. Though each were facing the other in the tight container, neither had strength to raise their heads. Until that is, each felt the tickle of the tiny bodies swarm across their own naked flesh. Both screamed mightily and tried to escape from the barrel, but both were trapped in the tight confinement. Each tried to swipe the insects off with their hands but the volume of insects was too great. Soon the naked laps were covered in moving black and that's when the biting began.

	The frightened ants attacked anything they could, even each other. More often than not those that could sought rescue in the dark recesses provided by their hostesses.

	"Now, Clem," Lord said devilishly, "Your other bucket. The one with the scorpions."

	Clem handed over the dark red insects and watched as his leader slowly fed the tail-barbed critters through the wooden hole. Once they dropped down into the interior, the claws and tails of the scorpions attacked the swarm of ants on the darkened battlefield of human flesh. Steep walls precluded escape by humans or insects. 

	With this new "entertainment" the two seemed to be yelling louder than ever.

	After about ten minutes of watching the writhing scene, Lord stretched and remarked that he was getting an appetite. Before leaving, he said to the others, "Get them out of there. They've had enough for now. Lock the two up somewhere for the night. Tomorrow, I'll get that movie-maker and will see just how eager those 'Romans' are for taping the crucifixion scene they were after. Only one thing though, I suppose..."

	Clem looked at Lord and seeing that his leader was puzzled helpfully offered, "What's that, boss?"

	Lord patted the stout one's shoulder, grimly smiled and then said, "Just that instead of taping one crucifixion, I suppose that now we'll have to be taping two."

	The others chortled and began grabbing arms to lift the two tearful females out.




                                                                         To Be Continued