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