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.
