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The Director of Buenos-Aries

By: FINC



The prerogative of backpackers is the freedom to roam. Unlike the normal tourist the backpacker independent and usually young and exuberant lives on their wits. A discussion at a bar between travellers or that last minute cancellation of transport can lead them on a constantly flowing river of new and unexpected experiences.

It was in once such Buenos-Aires drinking hole that Lara had negotiated a lift into the hills to a jungle topped adventure. The man in his early thirties was a frequent visitor to this bar and many more around here. He was English speaking' probably an Australian maybe Kiwi and from his laid-back clothes and fantastic tan it seemed he had once been a backpacker too who had chose to remain in this fascinating place. 

Lara had been reluctant to get to know him as it was clear by the opinions of others around that he was a bit of a ladies man. But on this night with only a few days until she moved on she let caution take the better of her and listened to his invitation to an exclusive sight.

"I take a selected few up to a secret spot about 30 miles into the jungle in the valley between Mount Acosta and Mount Paz. There you'll find the most spectacular waterfall ever. Its kind of restricted by the government so only for small parties."

Lara had smiled, listen, laughed and generally found him to be quite attractive and not the rogue she'd heard. He'd arranged before leaving that night to meet her with his jeep and latest lucky guest on the other side of town at noon tomorrow.

On parting she realised he'd not even made a lame pass at her. It seemed he was indeed a nice guy or so cock sure of himself he'd wait till later. Either way it had certainly attracted her interest to see more of him. 

Lara was no lovesick teen. At 25-year-old this diminutive blonde had a stream of admirers at the high school were she taught. She was use to men 's eyes trailing to her firm bust rather than looking her in the eyes and found the more respectful attention of this adventurer man quite refreshing. With a fiancée back home she wondered if a last fling could be on the cards. She'd being travelling for 3 months now getting the bug out of her system but soon it would be time to go home and settle down. As she walked back to her hostel that night the thought of romance ran through her mind but soon faded to idle fantasy as she slipped to sleep.

***************

It was noon when the cab slowed then stopped in the stifling hot square. The taxi ride had taken fifteen minutes from down town and after crossing the castle like Alcine Bridge the car had entered the "Villas" a place Lara had heard about. 

Lara asked again if this was the correct address as she now sat in the middle of the cities slum area. The driver nodded a little disinterested. It was here in the lower west side of Buenos-Aires that shanty towns ran for miles of 2 and 3 storey huts and dark brick homes. The square was hardly that; the road uneven more a dirt track, the side streets like a maze, narrow and looking like open sewers.

As the taxi pulled away she looked for the meeting place an old bar with a footballers name. The bar was there just off a side street and as she neared she realised it was closed and had been for maybe years.

"This is where we were suppose to meet?" Her mind was confused." Is there another bar with the same name?"

From the square she heard whistles and shouts. A noise she was use to; playful youths.

A gang of boys aged from maybe ten to fifteen where smiling and hollering to her. Their bravado was evidently of a sexual nature and Lara felt a little uncomfortable standing here looking as sexy as ever

With a rucksack on her back her sweaty t-shirt encased tits thrust up and out. Her tight waist and great turned ass looked divine in jean shorts. Her thighs were strong from months of walking and in trainer shoes with her black rooted blonde mane she looked every part the schoolboys wet dream.

She gave a nervous smile with her fabulous teeth then turned to move away from them heading a little further into the alley. But she was aware the boys had moved closer.

The boys were still whistling and gesturing. Some of the bigger ones were holding their crotches sniggering making hip movements. She tried to ignore them moving faster; not running but a more urgent departure. But then she paused she didn't know which way to go. All the tiny side streets looked the same.

The eclectic collection of box shaped buildings seemed to curve in over the streets. Masses of washing lines, TV antennae and phone cables were strung between blocks like they had been disembowelled from the concrete homes.

The sun was directly overhead and the intense rays were painful on her neck and eyes. The streets were full of barking and hi-fi music and these boys appearing more menacing now. She felt her breath becoming laboured as her nerves increased. There were many narrow alleys that she dare not go down, all the while the boys edging closer.

Suddenly a door opened in one of the many creaky old homes facing the bar and a leathery woman appeared in an apron. She has long black hair and a motherly figure. She was gesturing and shouting to the group of boys who in turn laughed back. But Lara noticed they had slowed and a few younger ones were now edging back and looking about finding something else to do. 

The woman continued her barrage at the older boys who after a few seconds slowed then stopped too. Without the full gang they began to appear less confident and eventually in a volley of Spanish expletives turned and sauntered away as if they owned the street.

Lara gave the woman a sweet smile saying thank you then looked back up the alley. The boys were still there at the moment disinterested but she could see one or two still sneaking a looking back. She once again felt nervous; and seeing this the woman gestured for Lara to enter her house.

"Oh no there's no need." Lara was about to say but the woman took her wrist. "I call you taxi." She explained, the young woman nodding in realisation. 

"Yes that would be best I think," the backpacker added feeling so foolish that she'd let herself get into this situation.

"So much for the supposed waterfall!" She scoffed to herself making a mental note not to listen to jerks in bars again.

Inside the home it was as expected the old air con hummed but struggled the rooms jumping between brilliant sunlight and low watt power depending on size and placement of windows. Washing was hanging from racks and the TV was playing a loud game show with a transvestite looking hostess rattling off in machinegun Spanish.

"I'm completely lost!" Lara laughed following the woman up steps to her living area. All the homes appeared to intermingle and already she struggled to tell if she was above another house or even looking from the window into the same street. 

Up stairs was a middle-aged man sat with a can of beer. He looked surprised wiping the beer from his beard his hand cleaned on his string vest. The woman explained in Spanish the man looking concerned nodding.

"It is very dangerous for tourists to be here." He said in passable English. 

The sexy teacher nodded starting to realise how reckless she been. The man waved his hand to reassure her. 

"All these street look the same, no? It's easy to get lost and easier still not to get found." 

He stood with a groan of effort lifting his potbelly. "I will go find your friends."

Lara smiled razing her hand. "Its ok I'm on my own, I just need a taxi back to the city."

The man smiled shaking his head. "Even more foolish on your own!" And then looked to the sky saying "ey yi yarrrr!" 

Once again she nodded with an accepting smile.

"Ok no need to rub it in." She thought to herself still grinning like a fool.

He pointed to her as he spoke to his wife. Lara's Spanish was very poor and all she could understand was "phone" the woman nodded as he gave orders then turned to the ancient handset and began to dial.

Surprisingly quickly she was connected and started a monotone conversation looking a bit nervous before nodding once again then putting the phone down.

Lara waited for the woman to speak but instead she began to sort through washing Lara just stood not sure what to say. "Your taxi is on its way", the man finally said. 

The backpack babe smiled saying thank you. The room was feeling a little claustrophobic now and she suggested she wait outside. His reply was concerned with something completely different.

"Why do you come to our poor homes?" He asked a little confrontationally. 

Lara stuttered in surprise. "I don't... I mean I was meeting someone."

"Do you think it amusing we live this way?" He continued picking up his beer looking out into the street for the approaching car.

"No, no I don't I, just like to get of the normal routes, you know backpacking and all. Its nice to have an adventure and see the unusual."

"Unusual?" His eyebrows rose, "we are freaks, no?"

She raised her hands aware the conversation was getting a little out of hand.

"Now wait on, I didn't say that at all I'm not trying to insult anyone."

The man paused then seeing her face the sweat starting to bead added. "You can wait through there, its cooler than the street." 

Lara exhaled in relief. She now felt uncomfortable but he appeared to have given up on grilling her and besides the boys were still out in the street so she nodded and said thank you.

The girl dropped her rucksack and stepped through the door. It was a bedroom with a door to a dirty white tiled bathroom. The window to the street was grime covered and half barred with wood, most of the light coming from ceiling windows cracked and dirt covered showing glimpses of the brilliant sky. Standing near one wall was a tripod and video camera on the other wall a tripod and umbrella shaped lighting equipment.

The man was behind her and she tried to pull back out of the room realising that this room was no way the cool haven he had suggested. Her body backed into his solid form like a roadblock.

She suddenly felt herself pushed into the room the sexy girl sprawling on the bed. The man shouted something down stairs to his wife then he stepped inside closing the door. 

The TV noise became more apparent as the woman turned up the volume down stairs filling the house with a blanket of endless chatter. Lara ran to the window but she could only see glimpses of people in the street below. She cried down but no one was even noticed.

"What's going on? She stammered, realising she had made a huge mistake

"In these neighbourhoods you need to make a living the best you can. A woman like you on film will fetch a great price from the right person."

She choked the words creating a knot in her stomach. "On film?"

"Democracy is a great thing but there are those that miss the freedoms they had when we were a police state. Many powerful people still have needs and cravings for those decedent times."

She looked confused. "Freedoms, what freedoms."

"Secret police, government officials, military types; many who revelled in sexual humiliation." 

He explained that some were still very rich with the money they creamed in power. "I used to work for some of those people now I still do but in a different way."

Lara had stopped listen when he mention the word sexual.

"For me it matters not whether we area junta or a democracy I am still poor and though maybe no longer powerful, they are still rich.

He pointed to the camera. "When my associates arrive we can begin shooting."

Lara looked wide-eyed at him the sweat becoming a torrent inside her fabric top.

Her mind had one thought..."WHAT?"

The man made no more explanation instead moved in to grapple with her. Although fat he was much bigger and stronger and with a few well-placed swipes she was panting and groaning sprawled on the bed. 

"Jesus no, what oh stop!" She spluttered the sudden ferocity a horrid surprise.

The man straddled her back and ripped her t-shirt from her shoulder flinging the rag to the floor. He pushed her head down as she yelped in protest then gripped her shorts at the waist ripping them open then pulling the from her legs as she screamed in refusal.

"No get off me. What the hell do you think...."

He rolled her over gripping her kicking feet pulling her trainers until she was a sweaty near naked delight apart from a thong and brassiere. She looked down at her heaving bust but he didn't move to grip her ripe melons instead he pulled her arms behind her back and reached in a bedside drawer. 

"Hold still!" he shouted.

She felt the click of handcuffs pulled tighter making her shoulders pull back tits thrust in their cups. "Ouch!"

Lara was pleading but he soon silenced that pulling a strip of ducting tape and pressing it over her mouth. It was too late to talk her way out now.

The man calmly made his captive get up into a seated position on the bed; the sexy blonde trying to pull her wrist free her sweaty chest bouncing inside her brassiere as she panted in horror. Her shoulder length hair was bedraggled over her face and he brushed it back into a sculpted mane as she snarled through the duct tape.

"Now listen woman," he said menacingly. You're going to be in a movie. A filthy snuff movie that I know I'll be paid lots for. No ones going to be interested what's happened to you. Well not unless they're jerking off watching it."

Lara's eyelashes flared in horror as the man nodded. 

"Yes it will be a high price show but eventually some or all of it will get on the Internet or underground film clubs. Remember when we're doing things to you we will be filming. Remember many men will watch this over the years, coming in pleasure at your performance."

Lara shook her head but seated as she was it was impossible to get off the bed and with one hand on her shoulder he kept her complaint and dominated.

"Oh God," she though her mind screaming, "I'm going to die!"

The man smiled seeing her thoughts driving her crazy. "Just do what we say and we'll release you when we've finished." He quantified his reasons to calm her further." Even here bodies draw the attention of the police."

He then laugh, "we might even drop you back to your hotel."

Lara couldn't believe what was happening. "Of all the houses to enter! An old junta thug who makes...porn?" She wasn't sure what he made just that he knew it would make him money. She wondered how she could have gone wrong. Was the tour still waiting for her to arrive in another bar nearby; the man she met last night looking disappointingly at is watch? They could be a hundred feet away right now and she'd never know.

She'd just wanted a little flirt and now she was sat stripped on some awful pot bellied mans bed. 

Then she heard noises down stairs; someone appeared to have arrived. The door opened as two men entered laughing with the older woman. They instantly stopped to admire the girl on the bed. This small well-rounded western woman, mouth taped, lovely blue eyes looking confused her hair a dirty blonde frame to strong boned features.

The old woman was still talking as they closed the door on her face both men impressed with what they saw. One was Latin, curly hair unshaven and younger than her captor. She noticed the similarities in their features it might have been his brother. The other man was muscled with a shaven head, in his forties a big bull of a man. He gave a sick grin his American accent filling the room.

"Fuck she hot I didn't believe your old lady on the phone." 

The American dropped the big bag from his hand and he bent down hands on knees 

"High honey!" 

Lara pulled back tape still over her mouth. 

Looking to the older brother he asked. "Have you explained to her yet?"

The greasy man nodded and moved over to the tripod switching on the light making the room a bright shadow less box. He them moved to the digital camcorders flipping the viewing screen open the machine now showing a red light signalling it was recording. 

The American was asking for a beer the other brother standing hands on hips watching the woman sat in horror. He looked mean and ready to pounce if she tried to get up. Lara mumbled under her taped mouth. They were acting so casual and in control. This seemed to make things more terrifying than the first assault.

The big American ape came back beer half empty wiping his mouth. He closed the door the TV still very loud the sweat showing on his head. "Fuck" he said annoyed with the oppressive heat as he opened his bag pulling out hoods.

Lara began to wrestle with her cuffs a high pitch muffle from her taped mouth as her eyes saw what he was doing.

The hoods were black but wide like a big sackcloth bags. Once over his head it would allow his skin to breath a little. Lara moaned through her duct tape as the other brother then did the same finally throwing a hood to the original man who appeared to have set himself up as director. 

The American explained as they all stripped. "Feel free to do and say what you want babe we'll edit or mute what we don't need later." 

The three men then stripped their pants so they only stood with t-shirts and string vests. The big man moved to the side of the bed and slowly unpeeled her tape. Lara starting to babble as soon as her lips were free.

"Ugggh please stop. I can't believe your..."

The man pressed his fingers to her lips. "Shhhhhh! Save your breath for later babe." 

He looked down on her imprisoned cleavage and curvaceous hips. Though blonde and fair skinned the sweat and heat had bronzed her well; almost Latin he thought.

He gripped her black streaked mane turning her face to the camera.

"What's your name," he asked. She didn't reply he asked again with more menace. The cameras red light winked at her; blindly recording this obscene scenario.

The younger man had riffled though her satchel and held her passport. 

"She's called Lara," he said.

"An explorer," the director added from behind the camera.

"Hey, a real life fucking tomb raider," his brother laughed amused by her appropriate famous female adventurer name.

"Not from the states either?" The big man said still gripping her hair tightly. She nodded aware the brother would answer for her.

"A Brit." He said moments later. She nodded again.

"Good!" The nasty yank drawled, "but were not in England are we? No were in some South American shit hole and you're our fucking toy."

She noticed the younger brother also had a hand held camera and he was moving around the bed. She tried to rationalise with the big bull man in some forlorn hope.

"But you're an Ameri..."

The man pressed to her ear out of reach of the cameras recording mikes.

"Got a taste for this when I was down here with the firm." He whispered then added. "But I'm freelance now, no one to fucking answer to."

Lara gave a yelp as he pulled her down the bed the girl flat on her back. The big American pushing his bicep arms between her thighs and no matter how hard she tried he opened her legs easily her mound razing up at him. 

"An explorer eh? Well its time for us to do the exploring."

His hand gripped the gusset of her thong and ripped it away.

"Oh noooo!"

The camera closed in as his mouth pressed on her opening his tongue licking slurping pressing into her. Lara arched her back mouth open in a wailing pout tits almost busting from fabric.

She raised her voice to high indignant tones telling him to stop, but she wasn't at school now. This thug was some type off old CIA operative now working way off the radar eking out a living and satisfying his lust in some sordid underground business.

His slurping noises filled the room and the other men filmed away delighted with her horrified face. Lara could feel his hard muscle probing pushing her lips open smelling her sweaty musk. The mask felt strange against her inside thigh the creaking of fabric bizarre. His biceps told her he could snap her body with brute strength let alone his expert training. All she could do was a tirade of expletives her voice getting higher and higher as his tongue got deeper and deeper.


The Director of Buenos-Aries Ch. 02



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.

He greased his hard curved cock until it stood proud like a dripping brine covered hotdog. He remembered the day the Yank had finally crossed over. The embassy secretary he'd lured to their clutches. The screaming; the fucking; the gloating; her disbelieving eyes as the Yank helped defile her and then her disappearance.

Lara tried to wriggle as she felt the fat Latin man climb onto her ass his legs squatting either side of her hips his hand pointing his cock to her burning anus. She raised her shoulders but gave an exhausted grunt as he pushed her head back down pressing his cock between her stretched ass cheeks easing with some effort into her.

She gave another belly groan his rod sliding up inside her hot rubber shaft. 

His gripped her mane pulling her hair making her chin rise like a galloping horse while the Yank held her shoulders to the bed. 

The director began to jerk his hips spearing her ass in long deliberate strokes; Lara howling with a high pitch tone each time his cock hit its limit.

The hairy big-bellied man was rocking on her ass, riding her butt like a space hopper bouncing down onto her his hands on blonde reins the bed swaying and flexing as the springs gave way.

"Now miss," he hissed in amusement," something requested by my masters.

Lara could feel his younger brothers hands on her pussy moving up to where the evil mans cock opened her anus. She could feel the tip of the hammer cock tracing her skin towards the directors flapping balls until it nestled between his big eggs the tip pressed beneath his cock trying to enter her ass too.

The Yank saw Lara's eyes show understanding and he goaded her.

"Two cocks up your ass at once honey."

She shook her head groaning with the Latin's rhythmic buggering. "Nooooo."

"Oh yes you bitch its going to happen right now!"

The tip pressed hard against a non-existent entrance as the man's cock slowly withdrew. At the final moment as his bulbous head popped from her rear the hammer cocks tip tried to enter. The director replied pushing his cock head back in as well both tips opening the same sweaty hole at the same time.

Lara was in disbelief the pressure on her ass unbearable. These fuckers were crazy. She didn't want to believe, not both not that wide. But the tone of the evil Yanks voice told her he'd seen it done many times before.

The American pinned her hard with her knees curled under her and the director riding on top like in a saddle. This way she couldn't move her ass away from the action. The cock and dildo pressed as one opening her tight little ass hole inch by inch the younger brother mouth dripping saliva as he pressed for full entry with the power tool.

"Take it you little slut!" He snapped his eyes wild though his hood. "After this you won't be able to sit down for a long time."

Lara's eyes crossed her nostrils flaring and she took deep gulps of hot humid air. The two rods where at the limit of what she could take. She tore at the bedclothes, as her sphincter seemed like it would split. Then she felt an awful pop as her muscles sucked the two heads inside her tunnel feeling the slow movement of both cocks as they pushed up inside

She felt like her inside were been squeezed like toothpaste up her throat. The lubricated rods seemed as one. An insane size cock, an elephant cock, a demon cock. Her thoughts were surreal it felt like the men were all climbing inside her.

She realised she stopped grunting and resisting; instead frozen accepting her new indignity like a filthy whore. Allowing them access rather than resist and prolong the inevitable.

"Fuukkkkkkkk!" She groaned the sensation needing vocal release.

The Yank let go of her shoulders and she struggled to push her body up straighter allowing the double entry to move deeper unhindered.

"Good girl!" The director said in approval. Lara's stomach churned at his praise.

"That right good girl, good fucking whore Lara," she thought to herself in scolding sarcasm at her situation." You stupid bitch, oh you fucking stupid bitch!"

The director feeling his pelvis press on her cheeks gave a nod to his brother who pressed the pistol trigger and the hammer cock began to steadily thrust back and forth rubbing both the mans cock and Lara's hot straining insides.

Lara didn't hide her sensation. She began to grunt in high pitch mews like a cat. Then hog grunts as the hammer cock increased again. Then palm slapping moans as her cock stuffed ass rubbed hotter and hotter.

The director also began to moan as the power cock increased the rubber length rutting her ass rubbing his cock with the same mechanical momentum.

From the viewfinder the camera recorded the big-bellied man masked and sweating as his rocked on her upturned ass. His brother was kneeling up behind on the floor both hands holding his power tool monster as it shuddered and plugged up the doggie Lara.

The big titted Brit was writhing and screaming as the machine went faster and faster her head shaking in refusal not wanting to believe the sensation was real. Her ripe tits hung down swaying back and forth as she grunted and rocked with frenzy the Yank groping feeling the weight his body a glistening mess of perspiration.

"Oh yes we haven't forgotten these babies," he thought to himself, "their time will come."

He moved over to the camera and took it in his hand getting down to view the double entry in sickening detail. Her sweaty pink rim was gobbling the two rods her pussy still glistening with juice the noise of the motor whining with effort masking animal grunts of both delight and horror.

The director was in a harsh pounding world of delight. His cock was buried deep in this hot babe her wails of sensation as hot as the attention his cock was getting. The hammer cock was back on full thrust now the glistening rod rubbing the director to climax while tearing at Lara's anal rim.

"Get ready bitch," he snarled gyrating his pelvis fighting the hammering robot cock for anal dominance. "Get ready for a face splatter shot here me!"

She just continued to rock and buck in a world of her own. He elaborated.

"Over you face you little bitch, get ready open that hot mouth and accept my shot."

Still she didn't respond the two cocks like warring armies between her legs.

"ARE YOU READY!" He bellowed his release now inevitable and the Yank slapped her face to get a response. "Answer bitch!"

Lara nodded gritting her teeth.

The extraction was hard; the director groaning as his cock and the jackhammer device withdrew at the same time. There was a pop her anal void dark and wide the hole gasping for air. Free of the two invaders she pulled herself up her tits thrusting out until she was kneeling upright. 




The Director of Buenos-Aries Ch. 02



Pushing her head up she gasped for fresher air near the ceiling.

She saw the camera close by out of the corner of her eye. Its lens so close there could be no mistake who she was. She imagined her students in some horrid future unsure until this moment if it could possibly be their teacher they were watching on this underground filth; but now - "Oh shit it is! Its fucking Miss!"

Her head jerked even further back the director standing on the bed his hand pulling her golden mane his other hand wanking his roughly treated cock over her snorting nose and mouth.

"OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" He snarled, "here it ohhhhhhhhh!"

She had only seconds to wait before his hole spewed forth a long stream of jelly white come. It was a bubbling brook of semen spitting and pissing over her gasping mouth. Her pearl teeth became duller as thick chunks filled over her lips, spattering her chin. More blanketed her nostrils her cheeks showing rivulets of filth, and finally more still into her eye sockets; long lashes collecting the stuff like a spiders webbing.

"Ugggh Cough! Splutter!"

The come filled her open obedient mouth the stink up her nose the sting in her eyes. But worst than all three was the red wink of the red lens so near by telling her that all was recorded in close up clarity.

The man slapped down with his erupting truncheon, battering her face as it deflated adding more bruises to his blackening cock. Until come strewn and flush from slapping Lara's face was allowed to pull from the camera shot.

The director took his camera back exhausted by his exertions. Lara head dropped come dripping to the mattress. She was still on all fours unwilling or unsure if to move.

"Oh God please let me go now," she coughed wiping the spunk from her face her long nails collecting big clumps of seed from the sides of her hawkish nose. But the three men appeared to have suddenly lost interest in her.

She was aware that the American was in the bathroom messing with something, the other two moving apparatus to the same tiled room. She thought to leap for the door but realised it was probably locked. 

She didn't care and pulled her body up trying to get off the bed before they noticed.

She lunged for the door and screamed in panic as the man gibbering excitedly rushed after her. She only just turned the handle feeling the door edge open before big arms slammed her against the wall pulling her wrists behind her; taking command again.

"Not so fast," the younger brother said his words venomous in her ear. "My turn now."

The younger man had something to prove. He was just as crazy as his director brother. He would show them all. It was junior who would make this woman a crazed whore.

As the Yank pulled her armed tighter behind her his hands holding her bound the brother groped her beautiful full melons. He twisted both tits like huge dials Lara moaning at the new abuse.

"Soon you will be begging for our cocks again. But only when we are convinced will you get the relief of a hard fucking."

He squeezed her cheeks together kissing her lovely lips, and then spat into her shocked mouth.

"Are you ready?" He called to his director brother; the man nodding as he adjusted his camera gear in the bathroom.

"Good," he hissed then looking at the panting Lara added; " It's time to get you roped and soaking."

She screamed realising things had just gone up a notch, shaking her head legs locked rigid as her feet slid along the floor until she was in the bright filthy white washroom.

Above was the grime skylight the sound of the street wafting in, but no way to alert anyone's attention. The sink and john were cracked the bath also looking worse for wear; a porcelain dirty white tub with water pipes above it.

Hanging from these roof pipes was a rope and manacles so when attached a person would hang buy tiptoe in the bath.

Lara felt her self picked up like a bride the Yank lifting her into the bath. The brother was fastening her wrists to the manacles and she wriggled and screamed as she realise they intended to suspend her sexy body on raised toes inside the bath.

"Stop struggling slut," the Bro said his black mask sodden with perspiration his eyes bloodshot through the eyes holes. Lara realised he was high on some drug; his bravado still needing outside influence unlike the other older men. 

The director refocused his camera from the tripods new position until he had a full frame of the blonde Lara. Struggling to stay on her toes as the manacles were pulled higher her arms pointed vertically big tits rampant thrusting out at 45-degree angles towards the wall corners. 

In this long stretched state her glistening hourglass figure was accentuated. Thin waist below a great heaving chest, nipples pink and swollen her curvaceous hips clenching thighs together; sexy claves dripping sweat, cute pick painted toes slipping on the grim porcelain base. "Fuck!" the director thought to himself; "I'm beginning to get hard again already."

"No please, nooooooooo!" Wailed the babe, but no one was listening. She wasn't complaint now the obedience of the inevitable ass fuck long gone. She could see what was in store for her; what evils could be played out in here. In front of the camera

She'd been screaming since entering the room and only now had paused to gasp air in hyperventilation. On the bathroom floor was a big black box. It had dials and switches and looked like a crazy 30's radio. Lara realised it was some type of battery or transformer; two long thick yellow curly wires coming from it ending in what look like spring clips. Hooked pieces of metal that snapped open then tight back together gripping anything between them like two hooked fingers.

There were tubes and rubber bladders hanging from hospital type stands. A pile of tools and hard brushes along with jars of unknown fluids stacked in a corner.

She didn't know what was in store; she dare not imagine her heart racing already. All she knew for sure was that her next few hours would be run and rerun by the countless drooling masturbating audience that would eventually discover this film.



The Director of Buenos-Aries Ch. 03



The director adjusted the focus on his camera. The room was stifling hot and it seemed like the white tiled walls were dripping as much sweat at the bodies of the three men and their nubile suspended prisoner.

He could hear the street chatter through the skylight, but knew her screams would not travel the other way. Below in his home the director's wife continued to play the TV on full volume the dull thud coming up between his feet. The neighbours might complain but it wouldn't be about the screaming.

He adjusted his black hood so he could see clearly down the viewfinder.

Lara was looking fantastic. Now stretched to attention arms above her head tied to the suspended manacles she looked much taller. Her figure was like a coke bottle in its curvaceous elegance, great hips and now that big heaving chest in all its glory. While fucking her doggie her tits had hung like two prize fruits, hard and swaying. But now they stood as erect beautiful glistening domes her pink teats like those on a baby's feeding bottle, big and rubbery. The perspiration on her body had turned her from English rose to sultry bronze, her breasts covered in rivulets of sweat down to her toned tummy.

She was trying to wriggle free doing a sexy dance on tip toe her hips swaying knees together to help raise her body a fraction more. But it was pointless, she was trussed well and even if she collapsed her body would slump but a few inches from the vertical and she would just sway there like a meat carcass.

Lara felt like a human toy hung on some giant kids bedroom. The black hooded men looked ridiculous and horrific at the same time. There was the fat hairy director with his string vest, his accomplice the Yank with the glistening aging power lifter body and finally the runt of the pack, the brother. He looked more agitated; his hood making him twitch or was it something else, fear, bravado or even insanity?

Only a few hours ago she was planning on meeting a charismatic handsome Kiwi guide for a jungle adventure. But some how she'd arrived here in this hellhole. A world she never dreamed existed. A world of debauched life and underground rape movies!

"Oh God no please I've done what you wanted," she gulped trying to reason. But the three masked men seemed impervious to her pleas. The scenes they'd already recorded made her nauseous with humiliation. But it was getting worse and worse as they continued, the abyss of filth and degradation sucking her deeper and deeper.

Her blonde hair was stuck to her face and hanging bedraggled about her neck and rampant tits. The position of her arms pulled above her head had thrust her melons out making a Barbie style figurine.

She shook her head and looked left and right at plan tiled walls for some hope of escape. In front of her the next game was about to start and she was horrified.

"Oh no no no!" She was ranting her eyes looking wild like a cornered animal. "Not the leads!"

"Oh God why? Please why me?" 

Her ridiculous question remained unanswered. Innocent or not she didn't need to ask what they had planned next and all this desperate pleading was just adding to the evil mans movie.

The Yank came closer his big tattooed armed holding her waist steady allowing the younger man; the directors drug fuelled brother to do his thing.

The brother had the silver spring-tensioned nipple clamps in his hands. He was using his thumbs to make both open like snapping beaks of some mechanical bird. The yellow cables hung down from each metal device until they finally snaked into the leather-encased black box on the floor. The transformer.

"Be still bitch! " He demanded the Yanks fingers biting into her hips his hands almost able to touch around her waist. Lara was shaking her head the snapping beaks getting closer.

"No please don't you oh no, no, no!" The brother was focusing on his job

Snap!

Snap!

The metal clamps bit tight on her big teats Lara making a yelp as a double sting of sensation shot from her breast tips. The spring locked clamps gripped unyieldingly her nipple distended the pink nuts bloated the areolas turning blue with the restriction of blood.

"Oh Jesus!" She wailed gyrating her hips her tits swinging with their cables bonded nipples.

"The jelly," the experienced filmmaker said coaching the others, "make sure you spread it on thick."

Lara grunted and squealed the clamps biting; the young brother applying the conducting gel onto her big points the stuff like axel grease. Lara's neck was straining as she tried to pull away. But it was useless.

"No no noooooooo!" She begged her big expressive eyes looking down in horror as he carefully applied the gel.

"We don't want your nipples to explode," the brother goaded through his mask his demented exited eyes telling her differently. His fingers cupped her heaving tits so he could check his handy work; both were securely wired, greased and ready.

"Oh baby you're such a big succulent girl." 

He slavered his mouth hole oozing saliva. It looked like his drug abuse had begun to catch up with him; surely lust couldn't produce that much drool? 

"Time to cook your lovely fruits." He declared.

The Yank pointed to the dial on the black box lid. It was numbered 1 to 4 around the circumference. 

"Let see those jugs take some punishment." He drawled his American accent clearer and seeming more surreal than the other Latino ranting.

"At max you'll pass out!" He added. "You'd best talk before then."

She scoffed in a condescending manner. "Talk? What? I don't ugggg!" 

She felt the slap of the brother's hand.

"Talk like a whore," the little bastard said putting his hand upon the dial. "We want to record your filthy confession."

"Confession?" Lara opened her mouth about to tell him to fuck off and ...

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

The power surged up the wires to the metal teeth. Lara felt her nipples stiffen her whole breast harden then her body begin to flex involuntarily the sensation like nothing she'd ever imagined.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Her mouth made a cute oval her legs prancing like a puppet on a rope.

In a moment it was over and she had time to give a painful yelp. Her sweet cry lagged behind the surge of power like thunder after lightning.

Her body was an avalanche of perspiration the skin on her tits so taut she thought she was made of stretched rubber. She was swinging on the manacles like in a gale the men taking time to record her desperate attempts at release.

"Take deep breaths," the director said and she spluttered at his schoolteacher style.

"Oh heavens no," her mind screamed," it's time for a lesson on the limits of perversion and I'm the student." 

"This is were you help us finish the movie." The director added. 

"An intelligent girl like you can remember a few lines." Continued the Yank. 

"I want her to make her own filthy cum loving words first." Finished the brother and she stared in anger back at him and in a high school mistress tone she snapped a reply.

"You filthy little man how dare you..."

Immediately dial turned again this time to 2 and Lara felt her breasts inflate her spine convulse her ass fart as she jerked on her rope. Her tits thrust out the clamps fizzing, the electricity feeling like two silicone implants of power trying to expand out of her body. 

He held the power on longer and she gave a scream of despair her neck straining her body so tense it looked like it would snap like a twig. 

Then the torment was gone again.

The camera caught the image as the power subsided Lara's body dropping limp her mouth coughing; her hair in her mouth as she gasped. The sweat was like a coat of varnish all over her body, her knees bent inwards feet wriggling like some after shock.

"Please!" she moaned. "I don't know what to say."

The brother put his hand on the dial again 

"No! " She screamed. "Ok! Ok! I'm a fucking whore!"

The big Yank laughed, he was still naked his hand toying with his limp cock.

"Go on," the brother said.

There was a pause Lara unsure... 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

"Three!" called out the Brother in obvious delight.

Her tits felt like needles had been pushed into them her breast almost glowing. They appeared to be inflating beyond belief. Or was that only in her crazed mind? Her eyes crossed, her hair now starting to spread out like a waking medusa, the blonde strands standing upright. Her knees collapsed in, her tongue stabbing out of her beautiful mouth licking the air in frenzy.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!!"

The world was a kaleidoscope of colour and sensation the smell of electricity cracking in the air. The director could see something else. It was rare but it had been known to happen before. Her moans and flashes of expression told him something she dare not admit. The tit shocking was bringing her off.

The power stopped the world crashing down.

"Aggggggggggg stoppppppppppppppppp!" 

She began to yelp over and over her legs running on the spot without her control, like some headless chicken. But her clit was also screaming fighting for her attention along with her desperate nipples.

"She's going to pop!" The Yank said finally noticing what his experience college had already surmised. The hooded director nodded back silently.

Was it the pain? Was it the surge of energy in to every fibre of her body? Or was the humiliation so black and alien that was doing it to her? She didn't know or care her body was obeying its own rules now. 

"You dirty bitch," the Yank added in delight taking command of the dial. "Yes let's see it miss English prim. Fucking coming while you're wired up like a hi-fi."

The power erupted again on 3 and Lara thought the room had been flooded in strobe lighting her breasts appearing to resonate like two beating hearts, her ass clenched so tight it felt like it would suck itself inside out. Her clit felt the coursing of power through its engorged bud as if was between the teeth of a mad man.

"Oh Fuuckkkkkkkkk!" Her mind screamed in apocalyptic disbelief her thought dark and bizarre. "Can you come and die at the same time?"

Then she felt the world catch up; hit her hard flinging her back into the hot white torture room of the here and now. The squeak of her sweaty feet sliding on porcelain, the smell of electricity in the air like the perfume of a passing woman, now departed. 

The power had gone again.

The saliva dripped from her mouth her suspended tied arms now the only thing stopping her from collapsing. Her knees were buckled pressing thighs onto her burning clit, her nipples now feeling more part of the jack lead device than the summits of her heavenly domes.

"Do you want a hard fucking bitch?" The brother asked to camera.

She groaned then yelped seeing his hand go to the dial again. 

"Yes, yes hard fucking," she screamed in panic with her last morsels of energy.

"Are you a dirty bitch?"

"Yes cough splutter," she replied.

He moved over to the wall and picked up a long plastic rod. The thing had a tree of bristles at one end. Lara recognised it as a toilet brush. "Oh fuck!" She gasped.

"Do you want cleaning out?" He asked bringing the hard bristled brush toward her exhausted chest. He looked into her eyes then down at the dial, number 4 still beckoning.

"Yes, yes clean me out." Lara groaned embarrassed by the words as much as her naked suspended state. Her body was betraying her, clit on fire, she didn't crave sexual release just rescue from this torment.

He paused and she begged in a desperate tone fearing he preferred his dial games.

"Please fuck me with it. Do it, fuck me!"

The director focused in close on her pussy this brother fingers opening her mound.

"Spread your legs then you slut," he said calmly Lara shaking her head in disgust but doing what he commanded thinking. "Oh God no not hard. Please be gentle!"

Then she felt him push the brush upwards into her tight twat. The bristles disappeared so did most of the handle and she groaned at the spiny creature pressed on her cervix. The sensation made her clit convulse it was unable to slow the inevitable eruption no matter how much she didn't want them to see...and record.

She gave out a sensuous groan of disgust. 

Then he pulled back until the bristle head was about to re-appear from her slit.

Then back in again.

Up!

Down.

Up!

Down.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She bounced upwards trying to climb the rope trying to reduce the stuffing effect on her shaft.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

The brother grunted in effort his cleaning motion increasing to a frantic stabbing. The other men were encouraging him satisfied with the expression on her face, the sight of her pussy quivering and the disgusting sloshing noise of a pipe been rifled clean. 

She was in fast rhythmic grunts herself; she was coming.

"Yes that's it you slut, all the way up." He laughed adding as if she didn't already know. "I'm twisting it too, not wanting to miss any spots!" 

The brother tongue was hanging from his mouth hole his enjoyment evident the American also keen to see gripping her inside knee making her open her thighs wider.

"Spread open girl!" He ordered, and Lara was stuck between keeping her legs close and increasing the brush rubbing on her inside or opening them easing the rods access but letting its head ram up against her womb.

She chose the later.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

It felt like he wanted to bury it in her tummy. The bristle head battering her dead end any second fearing he might cause her an awful injury up there.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh." 

He was thrusting like he wanted to pop her head from her shoulders that was the final straw and her body surrendered to the inevitable.

The bathroom thundered with her screaming orgasm. The bristle head suddenly liquid coated the motion creating a shower of juice from her thigh wide slit. Lara's eyes rolled back white her spine arched as if the electricity was back on her pussy sucking; kneading the long hard bristled brush like a flexing fist.

The climatic lament was like a passing train; building rapidly to a defending pitch then whistling into the distance.

"What an ejaculation!" The director shouted in applauds. This bitch was a dream.

His brother withdrew the brush the bristles appearing at her labia like a strange flower its petals opening at daybreak until all was removed and the camera lens could record what a big stiff tree it had been inside her hot tight body.

The director spoke so to be heard on film." Why is she here?"

His brother relayed the question to her gripping her cheeks forcing a pout.

"Why bitch; why do you deserve this?"

The Yank pressed his mouth to her ear whispering her lines. 

She shook her head the climax subsiding reality kicking in. She couldn't say that filth, young boys! No she wouldn't do it. She spat in refusal. 

"No you fucks," she screamed. "I won't, I can't please just do what you want don't make me help."

The director bent down to his viewfinder he already knew what the response would bring. "I think you need to sleep on it." He said calmly.

Lara looked in total horror as the brother reached for the dial and she changed her mind. "Ok, ok I'm sorry I'll do..." But it was too late.

It was like been hit by a tidal wave of sparking glowing torrent. Her hair stood out like a crazy wig every part of her body trying to get as far way as it could from every other part. Her feet lifted from the basin her arms locked straight up her mouth open in a silent yawn eyes bulging; her throat coughing up a long inhuman wail. The air was humming the nipple clamps steaming as her tits oscillated to the current.

In seconds she was unconscious. 

The director knew when she awoke she would be more willing to learn her lines.

********************

It was a humid rain filled evening a week later when the Kiwi finally sat down to see the film. Beer in one hand his cock in the other his eyes couldn't turn away from the carnival of lust and humiliation he was watching. Even with only two cameras the production quality was pretty good. Sure some cuts were more obvious than others but nothing to upset the flow of the film.

His relationship with these sick fuckers had its benefits.

Like usual he had met the Yank in the non-descript coffee house. They did their business like a thousand times before; like a thousand other meeting around the world. But these days there was more personal business and a new world he had been introduced to. No one knew of this; no one could ever know.

"Here's the latest production," the bald sunglass wearing American had said.

The Kiwi took it from him in his practised covert way.

"Our mutual customers are very pleased," The Yank added. "Your share of the money will be wired today." 

"Any more lined up?" He then added.

"Fuck," the Kiwi replied, "lets at least give it a couple of months."

He then paused a moment in thought. He could see the Americans furrowed brow. He was close to his full trust now. Better not blow it.

"Ok 4 weeks. I already have a new mark."

The Yank smiled and slapped him on the shoulder, "that's my boy!"

As he walked away he felt the videodisc in his pocket. The ever meeting he'd just binned it in disgust. But now over a year and many contracts later he'd slowly changed until he too could no longer resist the lure of the directors "art."

It was only much later that day he could enjoy the film. And enjoying it he was.

His bloated cock head was seeping juice and he'd been struggling to hold off his release for the last fifteen minutes. On the video the unconscious Lara had just been untied from the bath gallows her nipples unclamped the camera focusing on the distended sore teats.

Her body was carried over to the john and moments later the beautify woman wriggled and bucked on her knees head forced into the toilet basin and the cistern flushed. Her head came up spluttering the water bringing her back from her blissful sleep.

She spat and thrashed her mane like a demented dog the men pinning her sexy body down hard her hands pushing back stopping them crushing her on the white rim.

"Are you ready now!" The voices shouted as she just wriggled and spluttered.

"Answer us." She still appeared detached and confused.

"Why are you being punished?"

The movie seemed to jump in time a fraction then the camera angle changed Lara still sprawled over the john the masked brother asking the questions again.

"What did we catch you doing slut?" He said this in a more caring manner his chest rising as he calmed himself after some obvious spanking exertion.

He lifted her head showing her sexy face the words coming from her lips slowly between pants of equal spanking attention.

"Sucking young boys off," she sobbed.

The masked face turned to the others out of shot. "What!" He said in mock disgust.

Lara answered again. "Sucking boys off. Sucking teenage boys." 

She groaned at her lines, "oh fuck," then added. "I'm a spunk loving slut I'm sorry I'm so sorry."

The voice behind the camera continued the discussion happy with the performance.

"But Mama caught you didn't she? Taking two school kids cocks in your mouth at once bitch!"

The brother slapped her ass Lara yelping and nodding. 

As the camera panned you could see an orange tube protruding from her anus. It curled up high to a stainless stand finally attached to a large hot water bottle type bladder. Another hooded body that the watching Kiwi recognised as the Yank stood naked adjusting the flow, water filling her rectal void bit by bit.

"More?" The bull sized man shouted.

Lara nodded, "Ug yes more, more, fill me up please."

The voice of the director could be heard over the film as Lara's face contorted the brother pouring a jug of slimy water into the bladder; "that's it, all of the fucking stuff. Come on you dirty girl suck it in. We'll teach you to molest young boys."




The Director of Buenos-Aries Ch. 03



Lara hands grip the toilet rim her moans deep and gargling. It sounded as if the fluid would pour up out of her throat.

Then it was time to remove it from her butt.

The tube came out of her ass the voice over silent. Then there was a cheer and a zoom in as her anus started to belch the watery contents onto the tiled floor. Fat fingers spread her cheeks and she groaned in horror as this loosened her muscles more it increased to a dirty sounding spray. Her anal contents released with such gusto it looked like she was jet propelled.

"Uggghhh no please!"

As her water display subsided she was snapped out of her self-pity by hard slaps on her rear; the men punishing her for such naughty behaviour. Suddenly the view began to bob and sway as the cameraman removed the recorder from steady tripod.

It was time to move sets.

The Yank was pulling Lara by her hair back into the bedroom. The beautiful woman hurried to keep up shoulder bowed ass getting a few swipes from the following brother.

In his darkened room the Kiwi groaned under his breath. He remembered how sexy and cute she had been in the bar, a little cautious of him too. It had been a challenge to get her interested. But in the end he'd delivered her on time and on target; straight into their clutches. As he stroked his cock he glanced at the picture wall. There was series of shots showing Lara about town, in bars etc. He always did his homework well. Overlaid were new pics of a sultry brunette airhostess. His timetable told him she'd be back in Argentina in 4 weeks.

"He groaned again thinking of his next actress. But that was in the future he still had this one to admire.

Back on the video the big glistening Yank pressed Lara upright against the wall, the woman pushing her hands back onto the wallpaper as she faced him.

His big hairless cock was waving against her thigh and the camera panned down as he used his powerful bicep arms to spread her thighs. Lara looked down over her heaving chest her long nailed fingers touching her own labia easing the man's entry.

"Slow please ughhhhhhhh!"

His cock head found the entrance and immediately he thrust into her Lara grunting her hips lifting. His hands gripped under her thighs onto her ass raising the nubile busty woman. She in turn hooked her legs around his wide girth pressing her shoulders against the wall as he began to thunder up inside her at breakneck speed.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

The humping noise was of flesh on flesh mixed with a constant thumping, as her butt hammered the partition wall. She was grunting with each stroke her feet locked together behind his frame slapping down on his car size ass.

The filthy video image circled his standing thrusting body, Lara's nails biting into his shoulders her body pounded against the wall with each forward rut of his cock. Her hands gripped his baggy hood tugging down and the big man took this as a cue to pound harder her sweaty big ass slamming against the wall.

Lara's pink lips glistened her face one of gritted exertion. She wasn't speaking just grunting loud yelping bleats of release, the man's cock hitting so deep she felt he was trying to nail her to the wall.

Suddenly there were noises from next door; the occupants hammering back on the wall in protest the forced fucking disturbing their afternoon. As the Yank continued to grind up her the brother hit back onto the wallpaper with his fists ranting in Spanish not amused by the neighbours angry complaint.

Her head fell onto the American shoulder her mouth open and she made retching noises in time with his upward fucks.

Satisfied he'd nailed her to the limit he pulled her from the wall and still hooked around his waist turned and dropped her onto the bed, the camera showing his long slong slip from her like a wet massive hotdog.

Lara only has a moment to lift her body before both men forced her into a tight kneeling position both angling hard cocks at her mouth.

The voice of the director spoke. "Show us what you love to do with your school class." 

"Open bitch!" The Yank ordered, the hooded brother grabbing her long blonde mane in a ball behind her head pushing her lips towards the rampant heads.

Lara looked surprise then struggled then tried harder as both cock heads pressed at her beautiful open mouth.

The director could be heard coaching and commenting on the shots like a whispering voice over the chaos. "Good, good that's it yes...over a bit...now push in...yes."

The hot teachers eyes seemed to cross her nostrils flaring as both long members entered into her mouth side by side. 

She was gagging her face one of concentrated effort both cocks fighting to thrust the deepest. They pressed heads inside appearing to flick at each other one pushing over the other her cheeks bulging on both sides like she was giving a full hearty blow on a trombone.

The slurping noises were deep and stomach churning so much saliva slipping from her lips it looked like she had missed her mouth with a full bottle of beer.

In the video her eyes looked wild and disbelieving; looking straight into the camera the horror of filming it evident.

"Come on her," the whispering voice said and the Yank pulled from her lips his hand began to jerk his cock. 

Lara lifted her head upwards as the brother's cock reluctantly sprang from her mouth. He took it in one hand climbing on the bed getting behind her for awaiting his orders for a doggie fuck.

"Sit up!" the Yank shouted his hand becoming a blur on his deep pink cock.

The brother slapped her ass and Lara bucked upright her tits out; squeeze together by her locked upright arms.

"Push them tighter together bitch," the director said in his disembodied voice and his viewfinder closed in on two glistening prize buns a deep dark valley forming between them.

You could see the chin of the hooded brother as he whispered in her ear telling her what to say and seconds latter the sweet gasping voice of Lara encouraged the imminent explosion over her.

"Oh please mister." She groaned then added with a little effort," cover me. I want it all over my big juicy tits!"

The Yanks timing was excellent for as her words trailed off he began to pump with extravagant hip movements.

The come flew like a fire extinguisher, the white juice covering her sore big nipples, strands dripping down from teats like Christmas tinsel. In a few jerking moments her big bouncy jugs were awash with glistening deposit a disgusted yelp from Lara as a particularly thick mucus like glob spattered on her right tits.

She had only moments to put her hands up to touch the wet domes before she stiffened. The hooded brother was climbing onto her doggie rear pushing inside her.

Watching the film in his dark room the Kiwis hand was frantically tugging his cock. He was near climax. "Oh shit what next?" He thought as the camera was fixed back on the tripod the director, hood wearing with his dirty vest coming into view.

Although she was been fucked doggie the picture frame was of her shoulders and head and the directors big bruised cock pushed into her mouth. 

"Now suck papa bitch!" He taunted in delight.

Lara was choking with the length in her mouth and grunting with the length up her pussy.She was been spit-roasted the mens cocks the skewers.

The director's cock slipped out and the busty teachers gawped in confusion as the Yank closed in. His hand gripped her hair jerking her head back his limp cock in his other hand.

"Shit!" the Kiwi said aloud this was it he couldn't hold on anymore.

On the screen Lara spluttered and made a gargled cry the Americans limp cock releasing a stream of piss onto her tounge. His cock was inside her mouth his pelvis pressed against her cheek as urine begun to spill over her chin. As he withdrew she convulsed, her mouth retching the dirty contents out. But in that moment, as she opened her mouth the directors cock launched like a missile down her throat.

The Kiwi's hand suddenly turned white his cock ejecting up and over him as he watched this sexy girl he had baited and lured. Her big lips bubbled with piss the ramming cock making her swallow and spew urine at the same time.

"No you dirty fuckkkkks!" Moaned the watching man as his red raw tool spat its last load.

Back in the film the director withdrew his cock slapping her face the piss dripping from her lips her body still in constant motion as his brother rode her from behind.

There were more questions and she nodded at each one, some after a quick slap.

"You dirty bitch; is that tasty?"

"Bigger than a boys cock?"

"Too much? Too fucking big bitch?"

Lara was now on all fours the brother riding her like a pony hand holding her hair to steady himself. The bed rattled and shook as he rocked into her his cock stabbing straight plugging her full.

The viewing Kiwi pushed his sticky cock back in his pants and pressed the fast-forward.

The picture became triple layered the figures doing a crazy high-speed dance.

The director fucking her from the rear.

Then the brother again.

Then the director again pressing her head onto the sheet as he hammered with all his might, it was near the end and the Kiwi hit the play button again.

Lara fell onto her back both men kneeling over her, pushing their cocks to her nose and blinking eyes. The come began to spit from both as in unison they emptied over her face. Once again her strong features dripped with semen the stuff like a veil of slime her mouth opening to catch a breath the veil looking like she had the plastic back over her until the thin come blanket split open the contents dropping into her mouth.

The exhausted satisfied men pulled her upright to face the camera. Her face was like a clowns makeup gone wrong. Big patches of white skin; caked in men's deposit her eyes blackened at the rims as her eye-liner ran. 

"What do you say?" Barked the Yank.

"Th-thank you," groaned the ravished backpacker.

She suddenly stiffened and screamed as she saw something out of shot. The Kiwi watched in horror as on the video she struggled as the big bulk of the Yank came into view.

He had a hypodermic syringe in his hand and the viewing man gulped as they injected her. Within seconds the Lara was limp.

The scene faded out then slowly reappeared. 

The men were in a car bodies pressed against the lens arms against windows as the vehicle streaked through hot nighttime streets. The face of Lara could be seen bright lipstick on, her eyes amateurishly done with massacre. She was wearing a tight hot little pink t-shirt and her denim shorts. Her eyes looked dull her mouth foaming a little and as the car stopped you could see she was drugged to a delirious state.

The men were clothed and unmasked now but their faces never came into view. Instead the film recorded the long legs of Lara sprawling out of the car; high heel sandals making her teeter like a falling tree.

The men pushed her away from them and her arm reached out as she staggered to the sidewalk. Around were the oppressive noises of the slums nightlife; music, cars, shouting men etc. On the video you could already hear the cat calls from passing youths.

As the ravage beauty now resembling some lady-boy whore staggered down the alley the shot focused on her great ass. The denim jeans had been ripped away at the back showing two rubbing ass cheeks. Across one sexy rear bun was written 'FUCK' and across the other the words 'HERE'; both in big red pen.

As Lara stumbled away, drugged, disorientated and dressed for the enjoyment of the perverted the picture faded to black and the words 'The director of Buenos-Aries' appeared.

The Kiwi grinned then swigged his beer, his hairy chest glistening with the effort of masturbation and the effect of the hot evening air.

"Good luck honey," he said raising the bottle in salute.

He much preferred it this way. The Yank had as many secrets as perversions and he wondered how many months or even years he would be able to gleam knowledge from this rogue CIA operative; now that he had a "relationship." If he could avoid it his plans didn't need to involve murder. Questions were never asked in his business, it was the way things were done. But even the police would act on dumped bodies and if that happened he'd be on his own.

"I wonder if she's found her way back," he thought to himself. "Maybe she just woke up a few days latter used and abused by the street and got the next flight out."

He certainly knew that no incident of abduction had been reported to the police. He knew that for certain. As the security attaché for the British embassy and a member of MI6 he had developed many ways to acquire as well as to hide information within this chaotic and vibrant city.

THE END



The Director of Buenos-Aries



"Stop you fucking filthy...uhhh!" The director was delighted with her snooty retort, he use that bit in the final cut.

The yank knelt up and holding both her legs firmly at the knees pushed her into a wide V position. His cock was already thrust upright against his body and both other semi naked bastards were not far off the vertical too.

The young hooded man pulled something from the bag the camera recorded as he plugged the socket in the mains the lead stretching to the bed.

The director focused on the big pink phallus in his hand. Lara could see it too. It was a 6-inch high device. The pink rubber had nodes, treads and ridges along its coke bottle width. Lara shook her head seeing its stubby shape. At its base was a big pink ball end housing what seconds later she realised was a powerful electric motor.

The camera zoomed in as they switch it on.

The can cock became a blur as it oscillated at ridiculous mains driven speeds. The phallus whined like a helicopter shuddering on the man's open hand his fingers feeling the intense buzz even through the ball base. He tried to grip the shaft but pulled his hand away the sensation too much to keep a grip.

Then he turned it off; the blur became a solid rigid mass of pink rubber once again.

"Oh Jesus no please, no you can't it won't uhhh!"

As the yank held her legs open the other man spat on the cocks tip then began to press at her licked on pussy.

"This will drive you crazy," he drooled.

She arched her back the big width not wanting to enter but each gasps of her body allowed a slight give. Se was shaking her head aware that slowly it was...OooooooooH! 

She was swallowing it bit by bit the man pushing hard all eyes excited seeing the big pink ball end move closer and closer to her mound until.

"Oh jesusssssssss! " The thing was all the way in her lips squealing her inside feeling stuffed beyond belief the ball end now pressed against her aching pussy rim.

Fingers found the button on the ball base and pressed.

The thing sprung into life. The hum more strained now as the cock battled her inside for dominance. It groaned and pitched in intensity as she writhed on the bed screaming in sensation.

It was like an earthquake in a her groin.

Lara's eyes were crossing her beautiful teeth chattering. She opened her mouth and out came an obscene retching gargle her voice resonating to the vibrators frequency. She was struggling to focus the insane cock feeling like a she'd swallowed a fast spinning washing machine up inside. 

Her muscles were crying out the vibration hitting everywhere at once with the same thunderous force. Her clit was feeling the pressure of the ball end the flesh nowhere to retreat to. Her shaft within seconds was beginning to lubricate creating slight foam around the rim of her stretched pussy.

The American had let go of her legs and her knees turned in trying to relieve the pressure. His finger trailed around her opening glistening with juice and he lifted up two dripping finger pushing them into her wailing mouth.

The taste of her own juices and his filthy flesh was hardly noticed compared to her groin drilling. Her lips were smeared with juice her tongue out in unbearable sensation rather than an attempt to lick her own wetness.

The big bald man then straddled her tummy pushing his cock up against her bra pinning her in place making Lara moan like a slut. He waited for the camera to trail from her face then ripped open her bra. Her tits almost exploded out at him hard pink nipples the globes firm and hardening with growing arousal.

His cock pushed between then the man cupping the sides of each melon pushing them together slowly jerking his cock in her newly create sweaty valley.

Her breath was becoming laboured and she gasped for help. The vibrator only had one speed - eye popping fast.

The brother kept the ball pressed hard against her clit, she was wailing now near the edge of climax. The yank pressed his hands on her tits. He could feel the vibration running through her body onto his palms his cock between two agitated glistening buns.

"Fuck!" He gasped feeling the tingle in his hands; "anymore and your heads going to pop!"

Her eyes said it all. She was coming on camera, a man old enough to be her father fucking his hairless cock between her tits, another bastard pressing a monster vibrator in her gasping snatch and a third recording it all his cock stiff as a board the view through the lens perfect.

Her back arched as she convulsed in spasm but the yank held her down like riding a bronco. She gritted her teeth then let out an enormous belly groan of sensation. Her eyes were on storks her mouth a wide gaping oval of horror her pussy a quivering mess seeming to melt around the awful buzzing rod. Her juices felt like she was pouring her insides out on to the bed and her clit had been inflated to a balloon popping size

Her head thrashed, eyes rolling back and she screamed the orgasm raw and apocalyptic

"Jez oh ohhhnoooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The camera closed in as the big vibrator was switched off and slowly removed. 

Lara groaned as it retreated from her hole the director getting a great view of a dark wide pussy void, sore and dripping with juice.

Men's finger gripped her labia squeezing keeping her slit pouting a little longer the slime dripping out like sludge from a storm drain.

The American grunted satisfied his cock was rock hard. He then lifted his ass and moved higher the tip pointing against her chin then sliding to her panting lips.

The flagpole hairless cock waved in front of her nose the camera catching its size against her feminine features. The younger brother was also now on the bed helping with her legs.

"Time to cool you off!" The yank said. 

Lara shook her head away from his member but she was running out of space as his pelvis reached her neck. But before he pushed into her mouth he adjusted her position.

He was pushing her knees up and back until both legs were back resting against her shoulders the big bear pressing down on her neck and shoulders with his body. The ex operatice had one ankle pressed against her ear the brother doing the same with the other. 

This allowed the pinning man to pull her mouth towards his cock.

Now start sucking bitch! He looked to the director, "can you see her ass?" The man nodded the camera zooming for a moment to her upturned winking sphincter the position making her ass cheek stretch wide and up behind the Americans bobbing butt.

"Let her swallow the drink." He grunted Lara not understanding.

Then she felt it, cold and hard.

The other brother had a newly opened beer bottle in his hand and he pressed the neck against her ass. Lara gagged on the cock as the glass tip touched her sphincter.

The camera caught the neck pressing them entering her tight dry ass. Pressed double like this the bottle pointed upwards waving from her ass the contents gulping into her anus in a steady glugging rhythm.

She struggled to swallow at both ends. The man pulling her head onto his rigid member; the glass neck of the bottle making her bowels belch with a pouring of fizzy beer inside her. 

The cock pressed past her tongue Lara's luscious lips gripping the shaft trying to hold it entry. The man pulled out as little the girl coughing then pressed hard then out beginning to mouth fuck his captive; each forward push clearly going as far as he could possibly manage.

"Yes oh good girl uh uh!" He grunted and gloated, "how's your ass? Sucking the bottle dry eh? 

The beer had almost fully emptied inside her hole the bottle neck showing fizz spitting inside as her rectum; squeezed out air with the rocking motion of the forced blow.

The bro pulled out the bottle with a pop pressing his mouth against her ass licking her weakened anus the liquid dribbling down her crack. The camera focused on her anus and suddenly she began to shit beer the mans mouth catching the load the director encouraging them. His brother pressed on her cheeks and continuous stream erupted in an arch onto the bed. His masked mouth lapped it in mid air like a drinking fountain.

Lara couldn't see but she knew what the camera must. In her cock stuffed head she moaned to herself. "I can't believe what's happening, I'm going to be on video doing this, my ass shitting beer, my pussy examined by thousands of excited eyes.

The saliva was foaming around her mouth the young woman coughing and gasping the mans cock making her cheeks bulge as he thrust home

He pulled out slapping the cock across her face Lara yelping her lips trailing saliva to his purple sore eyehole.

He climbed off her the Lara's legs suddenly free falling back flat but she had no time to move before he rolled her onto her side towards the window and camera. 

She tried to kick but both men had one ankle high exposing her slit the American was sliding behind her his cock curling up to her wide groin, she struggle but with no arms to use she could only moan as his cock head pressed on her pussy then with a hard hip thrust speared her snatch.

She could feel the fleshy invader opening her up, entering her unopposed but without invitation. Her inside wet and hot slurped on his length the man's cock like a steel rod.

The camera zoomed in as his length pressed up inside her pussy Lara shaking her head in dismay. The brother held her ankle high as the yanks hand hugged around her body onto her big tits mauling in delight.

"That's it babe lets go for it!"

He thrust hard and she yelped her eyes wide then pouted as his cock began to piston fast and hard up inside her. The bed began to creak and she gave loud gasps of indignity her thighs pulled wide her slit slurping on his cock

"Uh no please uhhhhhhh!"

She groaned, her tits twisted, the masked man licking her neck. But it was the noises of pleasure and grunts of carnal effort that made her want puke the most.

He increased his pace the camera on his blurring cock then her face then to the other masked man holding her leg high his cock also rampant.

She gave a whine; a long whine as her body thrust and bucked. He had his hands on her hips now and as she fucked like a steam train her tits juddered up and down at almost gas driven speeds; her nipples a blur as he reach a crescendo of coupling.

The bed was creaking and ratting to high heaven and it looked like it would collapse. Lara tried to twist the friction on her pussy intense but the brother held her ankle tightlyand push back making her groin press down even more on the Americans cock.

She gave the long groan as he made her vision double. But he didn't come, his cock suddenly slipping from her.

He stood up to discuss with the rest; his cock stiff pink almost steaming.

"Over the ass?" He asked "Yeah; standing?" And when finally agreed; " ok move bitch."

Lara was pulled onto her face ass high, kneeling, the man standing now pulling her near to he edge of the bed. The brother grabbed her hair pulling her head up so she looked awe stricken ahead. The yank was now banging into her upturned rear her pussy stuffed full and tight. Each forward thrust she grunted in a high pitch her body jerking as her head reared back the bro holding her mane like the reins on a stampeding horse

"That's it milk me baby," the man demanded. "Take it, take it all the fucking way up!"

The director produce a bag out of nowhere pointing it in front of the camera. It was clear plastic which he tossed onto the bed.

Lara was jerking forward held up by her hair tits swinging to and thro slapping under her chin as he increased to amazing furious speed.

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Suddenly the man at his crescendo withdrew from her pussy with a sickening slop! 

Massive and volcanic he grabbed his cock and pushed it into the plastic bag. His tip exploding as he wanked; white spay streaming out, big chunks collecting on the inside his balls swinging back and forth as he pumped 4, 5, 6 times into the clear receptacle.

The bag filled with his spunk Lara's eyes in disbelief at his expulsion. He was coming like a stallion.

She gave a horrid groan as her neck was held back. The American placed the bag over her head stretching the plastic around her desperate face. He twisted the bottom so her face was enclosed in come filled plastic. The babe screamed the bag filling her mouth spunk pressed in her eye sockets, up her nostrils and on her beautiful lips.

The men had changed places the massive bald headed man holding her neck and bagged head the younger Latin man pushing his cock into her slit from behind.

He was fucking up her now fucking hard doggie style; grunting with each stab the American vice like grip holding Lara's head in the airless bag. 

She was desperate the air sucked out the thing now vacuum-sealed. He ass thrust up with each rear pummel her mouth open pointlessly gasping at a thin plastic veil.

The camera had moved behind filming fucking mans cock, ramming like a piston in and out of her cunt. Lara was rocking to the pumping motion her head twisting in the bag eyes and face smeared like makeup with stinking semen.

She was turning blue as the filthy young buck increased to a frenzied rate the camera focusing on his hammering pelvis.

The brother withdrew he cock springing up the precome trail whipping up onto the camera lens. Moment's later his cock fired out over her arching desperate back the shot like party streamers the come hitting and exploding in pools of white like a military barrage on her bronzed skin.

As her vision began to cloud and darken Lara felt the rush of air as the bag was ripped from her sweaty, filthy face. She spluttered and coughed the stickiness almost unbearable in this humid hellhole.

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The director re-attached the camera to tripod then moved away, coming into shot. He bent down pulling her hair up making her face look into his eyes. He slapped her cheek, two, three times showing disgust at the collections of white on his fingers, flicking the come away.

"Who's in charge?" He barked.

"Ugh you are," she gasped then repeated with a higher desperate tone as he slapped her again." YOU ARE!"

The director nodded; then pointed to the wall.

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

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