Chapter 2

Across the rooftop of the city slums the air shimmered with heat. It was early in the afternoon and each block of tightly packs homes hummed with music, animal barks and the noise of adolescent scooters and games.

In the middle of one such street deep in the Buenos-Aries "villas" a non-descript block of homes was the setting for a homemade porn movie. The men inside whom once associated with the thugs and perverts of the old junta regime now eked out a living supplying "old contacts" with hard to get films designed for extreme sexual gratification.

Lara had come here to see a hidden waterfall deep in the jungle. Now it was the busty backpacker who provided the delight to inquisitive explorers. Made to come, fucked with the intensity of a rock concert and half suffocated with a spunk filled bag she now staggered to her feet; all the while her body recorded by tripod-mounted cameras.

The two brothers and the big ex-CIA man were calling the shots.

The older brother masked like all the rest pointed to the floral pattern wall.

"Get up and bend over against it; its time for the next scene."

Lara looked at the bizarre figure in front of her. He was a squat pot belied man his string vest stretched over his girth; a wide black hood on his head; his body naked below the waist his cock upright hand stroking his balls which dangled in a long hairy sack. She didn't know his history; his name didn't matter either; he had many names over the years to escape prosecution and betrayal. In the old days he had done many things in the name of the Junta that were beyond normal comprehension. And now poor and twisted no matter how much she begged he would work his evil trade for cash. These days he was known to most only as the "director."

Lara staggered to her feet arms still tied behind her back. The big bald American suddenly clicked open her manacles; allowing her arms to straighten Lara rubbing her wrists.

"Don't even think of going for the door," he said menacingly into her ear.

She smelt his rancid cigar breath, his bulk aging but still lethal. What had turned him this way she wondered? Too many covert ops when age or sex of the targets didn't matter? Until finally he flipped, stopped reporting in and went rouge?

The Yank knew what she was thinking, but it was none of her fucking business. He nodded to his hooded associate.

The director grabbed her hair pushing her head down her arms reaching out to press with flat palms on the wall. Her legs were tight together as if she was about to dive from a high board ass out invitingly her hard tits defying gravity clung under her like they were bulbous car headlights.

The American pushed a bit made of leather into her mouth her teeth gripping it.

"Bite on this bitch." He told her. "Trust me it'll be easier that way."

Lara gave an agonised grunt of understanding and bit hard as the director gripped her hips rubbing his hungry cock up and down her the crack of her ass.

"You need buggering now," he said matter of fact way. "UNDERSTAND!"

Lara just whined her eyes tight shut her body tensed.

Moments later his used his hand to press the head of his hot cock at her anus and then thrust in. She lifted onto tiptoe as he speared her virgin ass.

"OooooooooHhhhhhhh!

Lara gave out a teeth clench shriek the cock busting up her anus filling her tight shaft like an arm snapped into a long rubber gauntlet before an operation. Her mind went wild as she bit hard on the leather.

"Oh Goddddddd!"

The director felt his cock curved up inside her in one forced thrust his ball swinging up slapping her wet pussy.

"Suck it in bitch!" He thought in delight.

He pulled out almost to the tip of his rod Lara feeling like it was shitting a tree trunk, then he thrust in again her ass bucking her feet rising again struggling to stay on the floor.

She clawed the wall her hair whipping her face one of anguish.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Then faster.

Then faster.

Until it was one continuous fucking rhythm his pelvis slapping her sweaty butt his ball swinging his cock glistening with sweat as it began to pound her for dear life.

Lara suddenly lost her bit the spittle in her month flying and she gave out a belly groans of indignity filling the room with rhythmic gasps. "Ugg, ugg, ugg, ugg!"

She could see the other two masked men watching closely admiring her vocal anal fucking; and over in the corner the camera recorded slavishly.

She raised her head trying to straighten and the fat film maker pushed her shoulders down his other hand curling under her waist to lift her groin his hand making her stand erect like a posing model.

The director was grunting and gasping his rod a battering ram on her rear Lara's cheek and lips now pressed against the wall her chin tapping the wallpaper as her arms weakened and she struggled to push back.

"Oh god! I'm going to puke!" she moaned felling like the friction up her rear chute.

Her thoughts were confused and disorientated. She could hear her own grunts that leapt from her mouth almost without control. Her vision was misting over the anal assault burning and burning.

"No, no uggh," she groaned as he gripped her wait humping away." No stop you filthy bastard I can't..."

The director pulled out' his cock springing upright as he ejected from her, and she groaned in relief His brother had the hand held camera and he focused on her gaping ass the American getting her shoulders and tits in a bear hug pinning her in this bent double position angling her face towards the cameras as if she was about to touch her toes.

Lara gave a scream of protest her mind unsure what was going on next."

The brother was far younger than his director sibling. But raised by the mad man for most of his life he worshipped him. Fed a diet of porn and violence he'd never had a chance. Now he was as callous and as dead souled as his brother. This blonde bitch was all he hated about the world that had dealt him a cruel hand and his cock stiffened to breaking as he saw what was in store next.

The director pulled a big power tool from the bag. It was a pistol grip saw with the blade removed replaced by a ribbed plastic cock. He pressed the trigger and the cock jerked back and forth at speed; he turned a dial and the thrusting speed became amazing. It turned into a continuous vision of extended rubber, the thrusts 10 every second.

Lara screamed trying to shake her clamped head. He couldn't?

"Oh God no please not up my ass. Noooo!"

The Director put the awful device on the bed the dildo cock stopping its insane hammering. He then pulled a ping-pong paddle from this never-ending bag of tricks.

"Make her present her ass higher," he told the Yank and he in turn pushed her shoulder and head down further; rear rising.

"No please I'm not resisting!" She shouted.

The director took a few practice swipes then began to hit the thing onto Lara's beautiful round butt.

The swipes resonated around the room followed by Lara's screams. He took steady ass wobbling strikes his breathing laboured the Yank struggling even with his strength to hold the bucking woman.

"Beg for it!" The director commanded. "Beg for your big ass pumping!"

Lara screamed her eyes wild the swipes nearly making her feint.

Her glistening butt was reddening her skin stinging like on fire. But still he continued to spank.

"No no noooooo!" She screamed her tits swinging with each paddle strike her knees bending inwards the strength sapped from them.

The director was annoyed. "I said beg for it. You want that monster roaring up your ass don't you!"

She continued to scream but refused to answer him her face showing signs of detachment.

Now she was about to feint.

The Yank noticed and told his eager friend to hold on.

Her vision started to distort but as the spanking stopped she regained a little clarity her body aching her muscles in this bent over position screaming for relief. But she only had less than a minute to come around before he began to swipe again and she let out a belly howl.

"Stop! Stop ohhhhhhhhhh!" She had to make him stop.

"Say it!" He demanded

"Yes, yes I want it up my ass," she gasped. "Just stop spanking me!"

The men released their grip and Lara rather surprised stood up her elegant curvaceous figure brilliantly defined against these wide bellied men. Her body was aching big tits rising and falling as she panted with relief.

In her head the same word repeated over and over like a stuck record. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!"

The Director had the pistol cock again firing the trigger the head juddering in short powerful bursts.

"Time to ride this bitch, get on all fours."

The Yank pushed her back to the bed and as she knelt on then put her face down into an ass high doggie position the younger brother pushed the leather bit back in her mouth then slapped her face.

"Watch it go in you fucking witch!"

Lara looked over her shoulder her face one of horror at the impending assault. The director was wiping a thick layer of Vaseline onto the length of the shaft. She'd need it. Her eyes widened and she clawed the bed as he then angled the tip against her ass.

He twisted and tilted the spear tip of his rubber cock pressing slowly with a satisfied grunt. The cock opened up her ass sliding in; Lara giving quiet teeth clenched groans.

She felt the long rubber rod bury into her bowels until the full 7 inches were inside. She was so full now her ass aching the rubber feeling rigid.

The director pressed the trigger and the rubber instantly began to bugger into her at incredible speed. The blonde stunner jerked forward but the man pushed the pistol cock with her pounding her ass at 10 thrusts a second. Her rim shimmered her ass vibrating with the intensity of the powerful motor, Lara gritting her teeth on the leather bit her eyes on storks her voice a high pitched long grunt

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

The pistol never slowed the thrusting making her rectum vibrate along its length. It was like a frenzied stabbing motion but so fast it merged into one sensation of unbelievable power.

Her face collapsed on the bed hands clawing the bed covers her ass climbing high trying to escape the pounding. Her pussy shuddered with the sensation her gaping slimy shaft pouting like a fish, her lips seeming to gobble the air in panic. The cock itself was a glistening spitting beasts the lubricant keeping the friction on her insides just below the edge of what was bearable.

Her shit hole gripped and gasped on the spinning length the whirr of motor straining against strong young ass muscles; but as the lubricant spread and her ass began to tire and loosen it increased in pitch the rod pounding faster and faster like a steam train getting up to speed.

Lara gave a vibrating forlorn moan in one long deep tone.

The director pressed the trigger fully the dial on max hammer and held the tool with both hands the handle shuddering at the intensity. Lara's butt hole was a ring of foaming gel the cameras catching her pink anus quivering trying to swallow the awful ram, her glistening round cheeks reflecting the window light back onto the lens.

"No, no stop aghhhhhhhhhhhhh!" She shook on the bed her head flailing in terror her eyes like saucers, lips in a wide sexy yawn showing her brilliant teeth as she flooded with horrid thoughts.

"Oh God its going to tear me apart! Snap off deep inside me! Make me shit all over the bed!"

The man was twisting the device the cock hammering into her butt; widening her shitter in a circular motion.

"Oh hell that's too much." She gasped, sexy lashes flaring as her eyes pleaded. "No please uggggggggggg!"

The Yank was pouring on oil and that added to the froth and glistening ass crack.

"Don't worry you won't split," he laughed opening her cheeks just to check. "Your ass is loosening babe." Lara gritted her teeth it definitely didn't feel like it to her.

She tried to pull up pushing at the bald American. His chest had an eagle tattoo the wings spread like a presidential seal. He was just on the verge of fat his once wrestler style body feeling the ravages of time. With one big wax smooth arm he slammed her shoulder hard down her face hitting the pillow arms crumpling against his might.

"Behave," he growled her ass riding high the thundering assault making her cheek s wobble like Jello.

The director withdrew the long wet rubber cock; the thing suddenly halting its motion and then he handed it to his brother. The American kept Lara down on the sheets. She tried to lower her rear but he gave her two then three hard smacks on her behind Lara screaming and jerking her butt back upwards.

"Keep it high bitch," he bellowed gripping hold of her check shifting her butt to angle it better towards the tripod cameras.

The director admired his friend style as he prepared himself for mounting. They'd once been on opposing sides but as he knew too well - Dance with the devil too long and you loose your soul. The ex-CIA man had just become too addicted to what he'd seen to ever go back.