Portraying a calm outward demeanor that masked his seething impatience, Carlos sat in the shade at the outdoor coffee shop, casting glance down the road. A unrelenting fly circled, dodging the shooing motion of the man's hand. Across the small table, Rosalita, decked out in finest wearing apparel, jewels and mamilla that drug money could buy, chattered mindlessly on the border of his consciousness until a warning aspect from Carlos the Jackal throttled her into reluctant silence.

A faint dust cloud rose on the horizon, heralding the approach of a pitch-dark chain rover. The grime-covered vehicle arrived in the small Mexican town, wide-lug tires crunching in the cherry turd as it pulled to a diaphragm in the Town square near the cafe.

capital of Chile eased from the driver's door, working twirl from his heftiness after the long, bumpy movement. He opened the back door and unceremoniously dragged a squirming girl from the posterior ass. She landed a nasty flush on Santiago's shin. He growled and rewarded her with a operose backhand shot across the face that rocked her head with the impact. His powerful fingers gripped down hard on the spine of neck, forcing a cry of pain from her bruised lips. A concentrated shove sent her stumbling forward to fall face-first into the street, her hands cuffed behind her. Spitting dirt, she looked up at Carlos, unrestrained hatred glittering in her night dark-brown eyes. legion small-scale deletion and abrasions on her jolly face suggested she had not come along easily. Her plain brownish wench was torn in respective places and her fast tan hackamore top was smudged with streaks of blood.

"The Padre ?"Carlos inquired.

"Dead."Santiago replied coldly."Started shooting as soon as we tracked them down. Jose had to kill him."

Carlos glared, fingers drumming on the board as his irritation rose."And the mother ?"

Santiago de Cuba shook his head, indicating the same fate."shooting Jose dead and wounded Diego,"The heavily tattooed toughie replied, gesturing with a casual nod towards the bandaged man unconscious mind in the passenger seat of the wanderer."Then turned the gun on herself."

Carlos ground his teeth in frustration. How was he supposed to set an instance and keep control of this festering dung plenty of a town ? Already the topical anesthetic were gathering, fear and rarity plastered on their insipid faces. If he couldn't keep this unwashed ragtag and bobtail in hindrance, the trust wouldn't hesitate to supervene upon him and depart his body dangling from the nearest nosepiece. He turned his care to the battered girl, struggling to sit up with her helping hand still restrained behind her back. She wasn't the nonpareil fair game for his wrath, but she was all that was left.

"What's your public figure, bitch ?"the crew loss leader growled.

The girl ignored him until capital of Chile stepped forward grabbed a fistful of her hair, brutally yanking her oral sex up to face his boss."response El Jefe !"he snarled in her ear.

"Ange ... Angelina !"she gasped, eyes watering in pain.

"You know why you're here ?"Ilich Sanchez inquired calmly, more as an announcement to the ignorant townsfolk kinsfolk than a direct inquiry to the girl.

"Because your shitbag chum can't get woman like my mother without raping them ?"Angelina spat in reply."Because when my father caught your Brother, he gutted him like a pig and left him to squeal like a petty bitch until he finally bled out and died ?"

murmur, rumblings, and nods of approval passed through the gathering gang. This wasn't proceeding at all like Carlos wished. Santiago pulled a hackneyed pistol from his swath and lowered it to the back of Angelina's promontory. The girl's defiant look wavered. He rocked back the malleus on the 1911, looking to his hirer for permission to pull the trigger.

Carlos held up his hand, delivering a stay of execution. A simple bullet to the brain was insufficient recompense for the demise of his brother."You need to learn regard, puss"he countered in a low tone."Respect !"He bellowed, rising from his seat and sweeping his hand across the ingathering of cringing topical anaesthetic. He sat back down and beckoned with his finger, summoning his trusted lieutenant, Juan, to the table, delivering instructions in hissed undertones. The swart man listened carefully then hurried off to obey the instructions of his boss.

Juan soon reappeared in the street, driving a harried shop steward and two employees along with angry gestures of his pistol. The men struggled under the sonorous load of numerous firing of grain, which they piled in the middle of the street. planning complete, Juan savagely yanked the round-eyed girl to her feet. Despite her kicking and screaming, Juan and Santiago soon had her lashed with rope, face down across the grain grip, helplessly trussed with her shapely bring up end knife thrust up over the high degree of the stack.

"This missy's family is responsible for the death of my chum !"Michael Assat addressed the crowd."Watch and learn what happens when you cross me !"He turned his tending downward."Diablo !"he snapped. The huge black Doberman pinscher dozing at is substructure scrambled to care, brawniness quivering."Sic !"the strong-armer commanded. His protracted arm launched the growling beast in the counselling of the helplessly bound girl as the crowd parted with gasps of horror.

Snarling, the muscular eyetooth tore across the public square, gaining fastness with every extended stride. But as he reached his destine fair game, Diablo skidded to a cold halt. He sniffed the air, cocking his head sideways with a curious expression."Diablo ! Sic !"Hector Hevodidbon yelled again, his enraged part cracking with exasperation.

Diablo's brain swiveled back and Forth between his master and the girl, apparently caught in a quandary. He slowly slunk snug, pinna laid back and his wind frantically sniffing. He shoved his snout under the hem of the young lady's clothes, finding her business firm thighs spread wide-eyed by the twit circle of her restraints. She shrieked as the canine's cold nose found her intimate regions, her head snapping up in jolt. Her yelp of dismay sent the galvanise Doberman pinscher scurrying a few pace in hideaway. Then he stopped, his stubby arse wagging. Despite the tinge of tautness and danger, a anxious giggle rippled through the crowd at the cringing put-on of the ominous guard duty dog.

"Diablo ! Sic her !"Santiago screamed, his aspect turning red with madness. But the Doberman had other melodic theme. He cautiously approached the bound and squirming girl, building his courageousness. Tentatively he brought his jaws to gestate on the hem of her skirt, giving an observational tug. Angelina squirmed, her handcuffed hired man clenching and twisting in a futile attack to clutch her garb. Diablo thrashed his head from side of meat to side, paws digging into the dust-covered road for traction. The garment slid down off her hips, exposing her firm, smooth ass. The crowd gasped and muttered, seeing that the fiddling minx wasn't clad in a stitch of underwear.

The Doberman held his nozzle to the wind, wing heaving as he savored the alluring scent. The girl had been putting on a hunky-dory show of false bluster, but her frantically pounding heart sent adrenaline rushing throughout her dead body, rendering every muscle taunt as a tightly strung wire. The insidious friction of the rasping grain sacks beneath her teased her nipples, coaxing the sarcoid inwardness into an embarrassing country of erection. Blood pumped to the ruffled lips of her reveal pussy and those soft vaginal sassing slowly unroll. Revealed within the enticing pinko plication, bedewed wetness glistened in the hot sun. Her fellow town folk might have assumed the oozing trickle down her creamy inner thigh was simply sweat from the noon high temperature. But Angelina groaned as she knew better, a red peak of shame tinting her pretty seventh cranial nerve features. The comparison was not lost on the pitiable girl -- Carlos the Jackal'brother had raped her mother in almost the compromising placement as she now found herself.

Diablo cautiously approached, his victor's repeated mastery to attack falling on deaf ears. The huge canine paused and shivered, feeling his turncock slip from its fleshy sheath and swell into a massive erection. Uttering a low growling, the beast reared up and mounted the hapless girl, wrapping his front paws tightly around her chest as he lunged his furry loins forward with a backbreaking driving force.

female parent shrieked, covering the eyes of their devoid shaver. Men surged forward in indignant rage, restrained only by the angry voices and drawn arm of the torpedo. Ilich Sanchez looked around, hints of atonement creeping into the corners of his thin, fell lip. Unplanned, the disobedient safety device dog had managed to achieve what his skipper had desired. The assembly of tyke gaped in wide-eyed horror as Diablo mounted the defenseless girl.

The Doberman thrust - a misaimed stroke too low that sent his strong prick into the clutching embracement between Angelina's clenched, silky thighs. He drew back and lunged again. The girl thrashed in a panic, her shapely rose hip torture and bucking. Diablo's huge cock skimmed upwards, slipping along through the deep cleft of her smooth, firm ass cheeks. The canine pulled back, haunches quivering with prevision. He jostled his hind leg for a dear position and tightened the grip of his front paws around the squirming girl's chest. Her wet halter top dragged upward and a mewling protest escaped her lips as her round tit spilled free. She thrashed, muscular tissue straining against the R-2 that secured her wrist joint and ankles, the tight bandaging digging into tender flesh.

Angelina collapsed, her dresser heaving from the otiose exertion. Diablo seized on the instant, driving his furry loins forward. The tip of his huge pecker found the open up slit of her pussy and plowed into that sweet embrace. Angelina shrieked, her naked ass licking as she tried to get off the bore Doberman. But with a long, emphatic throw, the eye tooth's throbbing turncock sank into her wet, quivering snatch, embedding deeply.

The girl sobbed with chagrin as an wild murmur rumbled through the crowd. But despite their passion, the provincial couldn't control their lifelike oddity. ineffectual to bend away, they jostled for status, hoping to benefit a better persuasion of the atrocity playing out before them. Carried on a ooze of vaginal juices, a diluted drip of line tinted the girl's inner thigh, a testimony to the virginity the raping dog cock had just plundered.

Diablo drew back, the motion raising a burning rubbing in Angelia's straining pussy. Glistening, the Doberman's huge cock dripped streamers of vaginal fluids as it stood poised. He thrust, furry loin impacting the girl's upturned can with a fleshy slap as he buried himself balls-deep in that fuddled twat. A lewd grunt was forced from Angelina's lips as her clutching twat was again stuffed well beyond its limits. Now fully lubricated, Diablo's prick slid like a well-oiled Piston from her silky-smooth vaginal arm as he pulled back. He paused, only the throbbing tip of his twitching tool still lodged within her. A quiet moan of expectancy escaped the girl and she subconsciously rolled her hips as she awaited the next inevitable thrust.

The Doberman gripped her tight, sharp nails from his front paws raking red welts onto the sides of her indulgent tits. With a growling, he thrust. Angelina gasped, her hips flinching backwards of their own accord. Diablo's egg smacked up hard against the widely splayed back talk of her pretty slight cunt, his hirsute nut sack teasing and tickling the pink, supply ship flesh. The aroused beast drew back once more, but in his excitement he exaggerated the motion. His entire cock slipped from the hot, clutching embrace of the girl's snatch, snapping up tight against his furry underbelly. A cry escaped Angelina's slack mouth, sounding very like to"Noooooooo ..."

Frantically, Diablo wriggled on her naked back, desperate to lunge his monumental cock back into her wonderful little have a go at it slot. Angelina's wrist-cuffed mitt squirmed underneath the writhing canine's belly, fingers instinctively seeking that throbbing cock. Her finespun digits finally found and closed around his huge SOB, feeling it pulse in her grasp. Fighting against her bonds, she directed the stiff shaft downward, feeling its oozing tip slither through her ass gap. She shuddered, feeling her rectal pucker thrill as Diablo's hot shaft tip caressed her tight, tender orifice. Straining her shoulder joint to the limits, she finally managed to direct the probing capitulum of the Doberman pinscher's grotesque stopcock back into the gap lip of her sonant, eagre cunt. He yelped with excitement and thrusting, once again sinking himself fully into velvety sheath of her juicy vaginal slot. Angelina sobbed, pain sensation and passion melting into one. The crowd of Goth cried out in likeable anguish for the poor girl's plight. Only Angelina knew the dark closed book that her outburst was born of growing lustful urges.

Diablo pounded the girl's sweetly snatch, frantically short-stroking in and out as he mercilessly fucked her. Angelina's articulatio coxae bucked, falling into a instinctive cyclical apparent motion timed to twin the Doberman's raping straight thrust. little girl and beast began to pant with elbow grease. Her diminutive fingers clenched into ineffectual fists, helpless to steady herself against the eyetooth's brute, jolting fuck-thrusts. His rooster mi began to swell up and Diablo scrambled for position, jostling on his hind hand as he worked to tie himself securely inside his bitch.

Angelina cried out, her abused pussy already stretched to its limits, unable to accommodate the Brobdingnagian fleshy cock slub. But with an urgent stab of her hips, and a choked-back lustful squeal, her quivering cunt complied, stretching just enough for Diablo to fully violate her vaginal depths right down to his orchis.

A astonished hush fell over the crowd, seeing her blatantly exposed pussy extrusion obscenely. Securely knotted, Diablo squirmed on her naked back, savoring the prurient cling to movement of her snug, fond jackass. full phase of the moon of pridefulness at his accomplishment, his spit lolled from his grinning jaws. An data-based pealing of his haunches strained Angelina's kitty, its loving embrace proving unwilling to give up its tight grip on Diablo's pulsating cock naut mi. The canine pressed forward, his furry loins swiveling sensuously against the naked flesh of her upturned rump.

A flabby groan and a reactive motion from Angelina's hips offered subtle clues that the little kick was primed and fix. Diablo lunged, then drew back, his trapped cock slub limiting the motion of the beast to short, powerful strokes. Another heavy stab in and back, falling into a steady pattern as he rapidly humped her upturned hips. Angelina's inner thighs quivered, a trembling sense impression building deep in the dog-cock ravished profoundness of her ruttish zany. She bit her miserable lip, throttling a lustful groan. Her pelvic girdle land in a fleshly circular motion as orgasmic ripples contracted the muscles in her juicy pussycat. tender vaginal plication of pink flesh gripped down tightly on the Doberman's invading prick, drawing him ever deeper.

Diablo thrust in intemperately and raised his school principal as if to howl with delight. But a mere whimper was all he managed, with his entire effort focused on furiously pounding his new gripe into entry. The Doberman pinscher's middle rolled wildly and his nut contracted. A surge of canine tooth cum launched down the length of his erection, erupting deep in the writhing miss's eager twat.

Angelina's orgasm bloomed. She sobbed with unblushing heat, grinding her rose hip lewdly against her canine fan's furry loins. Her loyal rump and second joint quivered as Diablo repeatedly spiked himself into her convulsing cunt, forcing a grunt of animalistic satisfaction from her with every punishing thrust. Dog cum and vaginal juices foamed from the straining lips of her pussy, oozing dribble down her inside thighs. The girl collapsed, panting desperately as she jerked helplessly in the throes of orgasmic turmoil. The Doberman gave one final twat-wrecking thrust and fell onto her back, his haunches twitching erratically as his balls contracted in repeated spasm, pumping the very final dregs of scalding dog cum deep into Angelina's pretty pussy. His flanks heaving with exertion, the huge canine lay heavily on the girl's naked back, gently nuzzling the tussled tresses of her shimmering mordant hair.

"How did you like that, you fucking cunt ?"Glen Gebhard demanded, rising from his chair and placing his manpower on his hips with a horse sense of atonement. The crowd of churl wore a beaten and disappointed look, as if the animalistic rape of the female child had been inflicted on one and all.

"Prob ... probably a sound time than your limp-dicked crony offered my mother,"Angelina weakly replied. A snicker dared to arise from somewhere in the bunch, blossoming quickly into laughter. Carlos seethed, sensing the tike were becoming emboldened.

"Diablo ! Here !"Ilich Sanchez barked in a commanding articulation, seeing that the fauna had completed his foul deed of conveyance. The Doberman whined, wriggling his furry haunches as he tried to light the girl. Angelina cried out in painfulness as the lips of her pussy bulged, unable -- unwilling -- to publish their make love clutches on Diablo's engorged cock greyback."Diablo !"Ilich Sanchez yelled, his voice carrying displeasure. The canine uttered a low growl of defeat, corded muscularity straining as he struggled to light. Finally, with a wet squelch, he forcefully dragged his still swollen canine Calidris canutus from the little girl's aching snatch. Her dishonour cunt gaped obscenely, a wrecked, but satisfied cavern of garden pink vaginal pulp, oozing a compact electric discharge of spent sexual fluids.

The beast staggered several pace away on unsteady legs, his mind dulled from sexual enervation. Freed from the grasp of that wonderful goofball, Diablo looked at his master, who snapped his finger in foiling, pointing at the land next to his chairperson. The Doberman whimpered, turning his regard to Angelina and then back to Carlos as indecision reigned. Finally he trotted back to the girl and gave her upturned fundament a loving clout. Turning himself several times in a circle, the Doberman settled down in the dust-covered street, protectively guarding his newfound love.

Another subdued titter of laugh tracked through the crowd as Andres Martinez silently raged, unable to require even his own guard dog.

He snapped his finger's breadth at Juan, who at least had the good sense to speed back to his boss's side of meat."Juan, do you know the difference between a reasonably girlfriend and a cunt ?"Carlos inquired in a grievous undertone.

"No, Jefe,"Ilich Ramirez Sanchez replied, waiting for the punch line.

"A pretty young woman will afford you babies, but a cunt will take it up the ass,"Carlos explained. Juan laughed politely. The boss man glared in annoyance, hoping for a more robust reaction. Then he summoned the police lieutenant finisher, gesturing and whispering teaching. The henchman looked up, his gaze following the pointed steering.

Rosalita leaned closer, shamelessly eavesdropping. Her reflection paled."Oh Carlos, no ..."She objected quietly.

Carlos turned on her with a hard gaze."You can help, my dearly,"Salim countered."Or if you wish, you can take her place."Rosalita swallowed nervously, knowing his patience was stretched dangerously dilute. She bit her bring down lip, restraining herself from any further comments. Carlos nodded with satisfaction and explained the role that she would play.

Juan walked into the street, the peasants prudently parting to make way. His specify stride brought him to an old man at the rachis of the crowd, who humbly removed his hat and trembled at the unwanted attention."I need your donkey,"Juan demanded.

The old man looked up, quaking in fear."Pedro, my domestic ass ? But Senor, Pedro helps me make for my pottery to market,"he pleaded, gesturing at the packs on the beast of burden's back. Juan raised a pistol and pressed the drum gently against the old man's nose. The disagreement settled, Juan holstered the pistol and drew a knife, cutting the strap that held the brute's heavy mob. Pottery clattered to the stale ground in shard as the old man wrung his hands in dismay. He watched helplessly as Juan took Pedro's curb and tugged the donkey into gesture, leading him towards Angelia, still helplessly trussed up and indecently spread across the heap sacque of grain.

The Doberman prudently gave way to the bombastic donkey, taking up a new locating in the road a few metrical unit away from Angelina. His fundament thumped angrily in the dust as he threw a suspicious spotlight at burro.

Rosalita approached the daughter, casting a flighty glance back at Carlos. The man's stern expression showed no inclination to shift his mind. Rosalita took a deep breathing place and bit her depressed lip, dropping to her knees beside Angelina's bound and trussed up body."I'm so disconsolate, little one,"she offered in a whisper. But sorry as she was, she had no choice but to follow, or witness herself strapped across the grain sacks to take the girl's place.

Angelia strained to look behind her as the clop of hooves approached. Pedro's front hooves straddled the girl at her shoulder joint and his furry underbelly brushed her naked back. Her center went wide as understanding dawned. She shrieked in dissent, thrashing against her tenacious Julian Bond, begging for mercifulness. Rosalita swallowed a bitterness clod of sympathy and remorse, then reached up to gently stroke the fleshy case of Pedro's domestic ass stopcock. The animal flinched, his tail lashing in surprise. But his pecker soon responded to the insinuate caress of Rosalita's proficient fingers. Blood rushed to Pedro's shaft, extending his growing erection. It dangled limply at starting time, but quickly grew in length and rigidity."Aye yai yai ... so big,"Rosalita murmured, appalled and amazed as the burro's peter swelled to the length and thickness of her forearm.

She ran trembling finger's breadth down the duration of Pedro's cock, pausing to cup his monolithic balls. Then she skimmed back up the impossible duration of the meaty beam of light, fingerbreadth teasing the laurelled head as a slippery drop of precum transude Forth River. Despite herself, Rosalita's mouth watered, instinctively wondering about the predilection. She shuddered, imagining her sensual back talk splayed wide as she brought the animal to climax down her throat. But she pushed the fantasy aside, focusing on the clear instructions Hector Hevodidbon had commanded. Her soft mitt once more traversed the length of Pedro's dick, down and back, finding the brute now fully grueling and ready to do. The shaft pulsed in her grip, veins throbbing with pumping origin just beneath the sensitive skin. Another drop of precum oozed from the tip, dangling precariously on a shimmering yarn before dropping to splatter on the bounds girl's naked back.

Rosalita nervously chewed her gloomy lip, eyeing the fair game of Angelina's upturned seat. She reached out, softly caressing that limber short ass. Angelina whimpered, but refused to plead for clemency. Rosalita's fingers trailed down into the cleft of Angelina's stern, tugging, spreading those firm ass buttock. Her former hand clasped Pedro's shaft, her delicate finger barely capable to get a adhesive friction on the impressively with child shaft. Directing the Equus asinus tool downward, she eased the irrupt hammer head into the crack of Angelina's ass, firmly seating it into the inviting dimple of her tender puckered anus. Shouts of dissent arose from the crowd, quickly brought under control by the threatening display of weapons.

Angelina shrieked, pleading words erupting from her lip in a frantic jumbal as she suddenly found the motivation to beg."Just relax, and it will go so much soft, niggling one,"Rosalita offered in boost, feeling sick to her venter at the conspicuous lie. Angelina thrashed like a wildcat in a trap, realizing that the intended target of the monumental donkey rooster was her tightly clenched rectal portal.

Pedro, realizing his cock was snugged up against warm, inviting flesh, began to push. His long prick bowed under the pressure, throbbing dangerously. Angelina's toes curled, her integral body trembling with the nisus as she clenched her ass cheeks, struggling to struggle off the anal retentive encroachment. Her ruckle small pooper shuddered, threatening to ease open. Then Pedro's shaft suddenly popped costless, skimming up through the fling of her ass and skittering across her naked back, leaving a slimy trail of slippery precum in its wake.

Rosalita desperately grasped at the rampaging domestic ass cock, barely managing to bring it under control with both manpower. She stroked firmly up and down its length, whispering soothing run-in to calm the frantic beast. Pedro's flank rippled and he tossed his head nervously, thrusting his haunches forward through the alluring travelling bag of Rosalita's digit. She coaxed the pack animal a couple of steps in retirement and once again maneuvered the pulsation cock head back into position against Angelina's quivering but defiant anus.

Pedro heaved himself forward once again, beast and missy distortion in a dire contest of will and flesh. Heads bobbed in the crowd as the peasants could not help but watch. Woman paled at the sight, and men secretly marveled at how tight that little asshole must be to resist such an overcome force. Pedro's cock again crumpled alarmingly. Rosalita's fingerbreadth attempted to keep the beast on target, but her efforts proved in vain. The twist and straining rooster suddenly uncoiled as it popped downward out of Rosalita's handle.

Angelina's top dog shot up, her eyes all-encompassing in electrical shock as 16 inches of hot donkey cock plunged into her oozing fathead. She howled with lust, her hips bucking backwards to meet the ravishing poke. A syrupy slurp sounded through the otherwise mute town square as the crowd stared in disbelief. Diablo the Doberman raised his school principal, growling with disapproval at the defiling of his property. A few men in the crowd fidgeted nervously. One dared to reach down to adjust the position of the growing erection in his pants, only to be rewarded with an wild smack from his disapproving married woman. Yet, the lumps of worked up nipple prodding at her dress suggested she might not be quite as offended as she let on.

Fearful of earning the anger of Sanchez, Rosalita frantically urged Pedro in reverse, his prospicient grueling cock reluctantly retreating from the loving embracing of Angelina's fantastic snatch. The animal snorted with disapproval, but complied. The prick popped free, dripping wet with vaginal juice. The bighearted finishing of lubrication should have helped, but a luster of nervous sweat broke out on Rosalita's forehead as she wrestled with the slippery prick. It was like wrestling with a greased pig. Pedro thrust wildly, his excitement building as his shimmering wet dick skimmed through the clutching grasp of Rosalita's fingers.

Pedro brayed with fervour, his haunches thrusting wildly."No, no, no, no ..."Rosalita muttered fearfully, feeling the disapproving of eyes of Michael Assat burning into her. That huge domestic ass hammer was supposed to stuffed deeply in Angelina's hot, squirming shitter by now and affair were just getting more than out of deal by the hour. Timing her trend with Pedro's urgent lunges, Rosalita directed the surging cock back down towards Angelina's stubborn asshole. The young lady thrashed, making herself a difficult moving aim. Pedro's cock once more prodded at that reluctant nether gateway, then slipped free. Pedro brayed noisly, raising his head skyward and thrusting eagerly through Rosalita's clutching grip.

It had been a farseeing time since the hard-working donkey had enjoyed the pleasure of female company, and a vast backlog of sexual defeat was pent up in his swing lump. The poor wildcat could only hold out so long, and Rosalita's talented digit were working their irresistible magic. Pedro reared up and then replanted both front hooves, raising puffs of rubble. His brawny flanks rippled and his immense nut sack contracted in a spasm. Rosalita cried out in foiling as she felt the beast's thrusting stopcock swell in her grasp. She gripped down tight, futilely hoping to hold back the inevitable surge. Her tight grasp only served to enhance Pedro's pleasure and a foamy eructation of cum blasted from his cock. The extended foaming streamer arched gracefully under Pedro's muscular belly, laying down a midst, splattering trail of goo along Angelina's back and slathering her hair with his sticky paste.

Pedro drew back for another lunge. Rosalita aimed the thrust once more at Angelina's perky piffling ass, guiding the slippery pecker head into the inviting recess of the girl's snug, alluring bunghole. Pedro's cock stuck the landing, contorting into an S-shape as the brute's hooves dug into the dirt for traction. His lump convulsed again. Packed up tight against Angelina's quivering backside, the pressure built. Then a spray of seething donkey cum exploded in all steering as if a water line had burst. Rosalita recoiled, but didn't turn away in clip. The spraying of unenviable cum hosed her down, drenching her moderately aspect and rich cleavage in a liberal coating. Her mascara ran as cum oozed down her face and she sobbed in humiliation. Pedro's globe pumped again, and then once more, jet after jet finding no entranceway into Angelina's noncompliant anal pucker and instead ejecting in all counseling in a seemingly endless viscous shower.

Rosalita knelt in the soil, defeated and slathered in clinging domestic ass cum. Pedro snorted, his back overrefinement as he urged Forth one final ejaculation effort. Rosalita didn't even shrink as the stopping point attack of sticky come rained down on her, soaking through her dress to clearly reveal her rigid teat in the now semitransparent cloth. Pedro stomped a hoof as his muscular tissue rippled with expiation. His softening whoreson slipped from Rosalita fingers as she stared numbly at the blink, defiant sight of Angelina's still virgin prick. Trembling, she turned her cum-splattered gaze in the steering of Carlos, knowing his allowance for nonstarter was in short supply.

whistling and sunniness erupted from the crowd at Angelina's victory, quickly cowed into entry by the bandits with their display of accelerator pedal. Watchful eyes were directed at Carlos, curious as to how the brigand leader would respond to yet another setback.

Carlos stood in the patio of the coffee bar, hands on his hips in thwarting. The girl had thwarted him thus far at every turn of events. He could have her killed, but that would do little to salvage his damage reputation. A elongated secretiveness settled as he pondered his side by side movement. The bandit leader always rose to any challenge, and Angelina's vociferous anal virginity now beckoned him."Clean her up,"he ordered with a dismissive wave of his hand."Then fetch her to my hacienda. I'll see for myself how fuddled her niggling asshole really is. After that, I'll turn her over to my men for some amusement."The gunmen cheered, discharging weapons into the air with exuberance. It had been a piece since the thirty or so men of Carlos'gang had enjoyed a in effect gang assault, so this was causal agent for solemnisation. Pedro stampeded out of the town square at the discharge of the gunshot, braying in terror as the crowd cringed and scattered away from the burst of stochasticity. Hector Hevodidbon glanced around with satisfaction, feeling a sense of order had been restored.

Grimy and saturated inside and out with healthy DoS of dog and donkey cum, Angelina was unceremoniously delivered into the mitt of Carlos the Jackal's collection of whore. The charwoman clucked in disapproval over the pickle they had been tasked with, but obediently went to work, diligently scrubbing every nook and cranny of the fidgeting little girl. Her tomentum was washed and lotions and composition were applied, covering the mule and bruises on her skin. Rosalita herself saw to the girl's fuzz and dress, coaxing the foresighted pitch-black tresses into elegant Robert Floyd Curl Jr. and squeezing her into a kind fitting formal dress that accentuated all of her natural breaking ball and assets. It took several hours, but in the end the battered girl had been transformed into an alluring beauty and gleamed like a bright new penny. Rosalita gazed with pridefulness at the termination, purposely forcing aside the view of how the girl would look after Sanchez and his men had their way with her.

All cleaned up and pretty, Angelina was delivered that evening to a turgid, garishly decorated bedroom. Expensive antique furniture in a discordant raiment of expressive style clashed with the animal-print wallpaper. A gravid trash cabinet against one wall displayed a museum-worthy collection of Ming vases, interspersed with African tribal masks and renaissance-era carving. In one corner, a replete suit of clothes of mediaeval armor struck a solitary affectation, as if keeping safety over the visual clutter. But to the hick eye of the trembling peasant girl, it all just blended into a lavish show of overwhelming wealth and ability. Diablo the Doberman lay sprawled on a lion-skin rug, his stubby arse thumping the flooring in glad salutation as Angelina arrived.

Carlos strode into the chamber, his expensive leather boots scuffing across the Italian marble floor. His .44 magnum revolver hung heavy in a holster at his the right way face and a massive Bowie knife was sheathed at his left."You like it ?"he inquired casually, his eyes sweeping the garish quiescence bedroom with a self-congratulatory sensation of accomplishment. Angelina offered no answer. The crook turned his full attending to the young girl, a prurient expression arising."But you're the very treasure here, my pet. Rosalita, did you afford this filthy little wildcat a good scrubbing ?"

"I ... I did, Hector Hevodidbon,"Rosalita replied, jealousy catching in her throat."I should go ..."she offered meekly, stepping towards the door.

"Stay."Ilich Sanchez offered, his brutal optic not breaking physical contact from Angelina's unshakable young soundbox."I want you to watch."Rosalita shivered, but knew better than to pass up. The crook stepped towards Angelina, extending his hand. The girl fearfully retreated, eyes wide with panic. A reduce grin crossed his backtalk, her resistance only serving to fan the flame of his impulse to rape her."come now,"he soothed, reaching for her once again."well-nigh cleaning woman find my tending quite pleasant, do they not, Rosalita ?"

The criminal's whore nodded obediently."Yes, Hector Hevodidbon,"she whimpered.

Angelina retreated another step, flinching as she backed into an end table. Trembling fingerbreadth searched for the mesa's edge, her mistrustful eyes never leaving Carlos as he continued to draw close. Her hand closed on a small glass vase and she hefted it by the neck, brandishing it as a weapon system. Carlos chuckled, casting a dismissive coup d'oeil at the stubby bit of crystallization.

Angelina cracked the vase against the table, hoping to render the shattered neck into a credible weapon. But the slight glass crumbled into small while, slipping from her clasp and clattering to the floor with a swooning tinkling strait. With a sob, the girl fell to her knees, frantically groping until her figure of her in good order hired hand closed around the largest shard. She stumbled to her feet, backing up. Carlos took another step but then paused as Angelina raised the razor-sharp fragment and pressed it against her own lovely cervix.

Carlos smiled with all the warmth of a viper."You want to toss off yourself ?"he inquired."Do it,"he suggested, crossing his weapon system over his chest with a mild look of arithmetic mean. Angelina gritted her dentition with decision, her hand trembled with the exploit as she tried to force the cutting stroke. A bantam driblet of blood appeared over her pulse artery as the cutis was pricked. Her eyes locked with those of Hector Hevodidbon, who shrugged indifferently. Angelina gasped in defeat, unable to make out the deed. With a defeated sob, she let the deadly meth shard slip from her fingerbreadth, clattering to the floor.

Carlos grinned in victory, seeing defeat in her eye. He closed the space. Angelina's hands pushed futilely against his chest, unable to stop over his advance. He reached up and brushed her tussled, silklike opprobrious hair from her face in an almost gentle gesture, then grabbed a handful of her plait and cruelly yanked her mind back, savoring her screeching of pain and fear.

Angelina's clenched fist flailed, weakly trying to ward him off. One clenched mitt brushed across his cervix, once and then a irregular time. Carlos ignored her unable efforts. Then a champion of wetness running down his chest garnered his aid. He looked down, eyes flaring wide in horror at the huge red stain of spreading down his shirt. He released his grip on the girl, his hands flying to his neck. In a growing affright as he drew his script away, dripping wet with blood. His heart hammered, sending pulse after heart rate spurting from the toss artery in his neck.

"You fucking Cunt ! What have you done ?"Carlos howled in furor, clamping his hand back to his neck opening in an try to stem the deadly catamenia. Sticky crimson wetness oozed between his fingers. Dizziness washed over him as his vision blurred. Angelina took a step back, gloating satisfaction spreading over her pretty face. She raised her left hand, proudly displaying the sec sherd of glass her hand held cleverly concealed.

"shout a doctor !"Carlos shrieked at Rosalita. The woman only offered a wry smiling in return, seeing days of abuse rendered at his savage custody finally repaid in full.

Michael Assat growled, turning back to Angelia and snatching the huge Bowie tongue from its cocktail dress. If he was going down, he was at least going to take in this treacherous twat with him. He advanced, middle burning with focused hatred. Angelina retreated, scare spreading as she found her back against a wall. Andres Martinez lunged, driving the huge sword towards her guts. But suddenly a snarl filled the room. Carlos shrieked, torment blinding him as Diablo's teeth sank into his forearm, halting the deadly poke of the knife. The heavy blade clattered from the grasp of his numbing fingers as he thrashed his other fist against the eyetooth, trying to disclose its toothy grip. Diablo yelped and Carlos wrenched his bloody arm from the Doberman's slavering jaws. He aimed a reprehensible kick at the animal but Diablo nimbly dodged.

Michael Assat turned his rage back onto Angelina, who stood wide-eyed and paralyzed with reverence. He clamped his bridge player around her cervix, her face turning red as he throttled her. His immersion broke as Diablo once again joined the fray, powerful jaws latching onto his leftover kick. The Doberman braced his stance on the level and dragged backwards, trying to extract his hated lord off the incapacitated girl. Drawn off balance, Carlos cursed as he slipped to his knees in the growing puddle of line dripping from his neck opening and arm. He struggled to his feet, reeling with disorientation as his wounds quickly bled him dry. His strength faltering, he reached for his revolver, the arm clearing the leather holster and his thumb fumbling clumsily on the hammer. With a shaking hand he pointed it at Angelina, the immense bore swinging into her vision like a melanize tunnel straight to hell.

He blinked, shaking his oral sex as another tear of giddiness struck. He gritted his tooth, willing his blurring vision to take in. His finger sought the gun trigger, motions weak and disoriented from the expiration of pedigree. Suddenly he gasped, a look of surprise crossing his pain-filled look. He looked down, jaw dropping in disbelief. A focalize tip of mollify sword protruded from his chest, the thick steel of the bowie knife goaded straight through his sorry substance. From behind him, Rosalita gave a net energy on the weapon, driven with both hands into the man's back. Glen Gebhard felt the smoothen brass hilt press up against his backbone, and then he felt no more. Blood poured from his lips and the gun fell from slack finger as he collapsed and died. Silence filled the elbow room as Diablo sniffed at the body of his dead master.

"Don't just fend there ! You have to go !"Rosalita hissed in desperation. Angelina shook her forefront trying to rouse herself from a state of electrical shock. Rosalita threw aside a lustful painting of a naked woman with a total darkness panther on the wall, revealing the door of a out of sight safety. Slender fingers twisted the dial, her lips silently mouthing the combination committed to retentivity after so many sentence of covertly watching Carlos work the numbers game. She paused, her work force shaking with spooky free energy as she struggled to recall the final digit. Then the number sprang to listen and she spun the dial. A satisfying metallic"thunk"sounded as the bolts gave way, allowing the heavy threshold to swing silently open on precision hinges.

Angelina, still looking confused, made her way to the door, reaching for the massive bronze door latch."No ! Not that way ! You'll never make it past the safety device,"Rosalita warned. She nodded her top dog towards the balcony, never once slowing in her job of stuffing pile of cash from the safe into a gravid duffle bag. Angelina rushed to the balcony, shrouded in the darkness of the night. It was a two-story drop to the solid ground inside the compound, but frequent handholds in the ornamental stonework made the safe decorous look possible. She kicked off her sticky high heels and straddled the balcony railing, pausing to bust a hanker, revealing rip up the distance of her nasty apparel to increase her mobility. The she looked back into the bedroom, her gaze falling on the huge gleam revolving door on the flooring. She hurried back and retrieved the weapon as Rosalita continued to jam bundles of up-to-dateness into the bulging bag.

Angelina looked at the revolver in her script, realizing that holding the weapon would halter her power to acclivity. Her fingers searched her tight apparel for air pocket, but to no avail. Finally she hiked up the hem of the dress and shoved the weapon down inside her cubby pantie, the low temperature, smooth steel forcing a nervous shiver as it brushed up against her female person parts.

"Go !"Rosalita hissed, but Angelina needed no farther spur. She was already over the balcony railing, clambering her way down the embellish stone wall. She dropped the final exam few invertebrate foot to the flat coat, stumbled, but then regained her balance. The sounds of men drinking and laughing issued from across the chemical compound, but she seemed to have landed undiscovered. Moving quickly, she obscured herself in the shadows and grovel along the margin of the building, making her way towards the front gate.

A configuration emerged from a darkened doorway, the glow of a cigarette revealing the spectral image of a side."So Sanchez is all done with you ?"Santiago inquired, a cruel grin spreading across his saying."expression like I'm next in line."

Angelina stepped back in fear. Gran Santiago chuckled. He didn't really take care overemotional seconds, and he had an intact carte of barbarous perversions he intended to visit on the troublesome girl. In the darkness, her hired hand fumbled under her dress. Santiago took a final casual retarding force on the cigarette before tossing the glowing butt aside. When he looked back up, he found himself staring down the barrel of a .44 magnum revolver that glinted in the pale moonlight.

"That's an awful big gun for a little girl like you,"he observed dismissively. Two hundred and forty grains of jacketed hollow point punched a trap just below his left eye, expanding as the slug tore through ivory and brain. A crater erupted from the back of Santiago's head teacher, painting an impromptu Bodoni font art bit on the paries behind him. perfectly before he hit the reason, the bandit's knees folded underneath him and he collapsed in a heap.

The weapon's recoil almost tore the bucking revolving door from Angelina's hired hand, but she fought for control and rocked the single-action hammer back again, pointing at the shoot down kind of Santiago, prepare for any steer of social movement. shout arose from across the compound, confused voices responding to gun shot. Switches were thrown and lighter began to inundate the compound. Angelina cursed under her breathing place, struggling to drop back the heavy dead body of Santiago into the circumscribed concealment of the doorway, knowing it would not be long until she was discovered. The face gate beckoned, now a seemingly impossible distance away across a hundred animal foot of well lit open ground.

"Fire !"A voice shouted in panic. The cry was picked up by others and the confusion gained momentum. Angelina dared to risk a coup d'oeil from her concealment. From the direction of the sleeping accommodation, a flickering gleaming arose, growing steadily. Rosalita had apparently torched the place as a diversion. Focused on the spreading flame, shouting men rushed about in a panic, dragging hoses and lugging sloshing buckets of water. Angelina took a deep breather to forgather her courage and dashed for the strawman gate. The massive wooden portal rocked as she slammed into it, but remained sealed tight. She struggled with the latch, but the stubborn mechanism remained put away. Angelina sobbed at the unfairness of it all, glancing up at the high stone paries, seeing no way to wax them.

"Where you do recollect you're going, you little whore ?"Juan inquired, stepping out of a humble gatehouse. His sadistic smile melted from his face as Angelina turned, panting, pointing the revolver. The bandit held his hands up in submission, taking a measure back."Open the gate !"she demanded, her chest heaving in desperate gasp for breath.

"Si, Senorita,"Juan replied, slowly fishing a ring of keys from his pocket and ponderously fingering his way through the alternative. Angelina's arm trembled, the weight of the expectant weapon taking its toll as the brigand stalled for time.

"hurry up !"she hissed, which only seemed to sap more motivation from the sluggish man. Her intensity level faltered and the barrel of the large gun trembled and lowered. Juan seized the chance and rushed her. Three long pace closed the distance before a clap of stochasticity and flame erupted. The bullet tore through Juan's right knee and he spun to the flat coat, howling in agony. The next stave ripped through his chest and the agonize screech stopped. Shouts of wrath arose behind her as Angelina scooped up the keys and frantically began to test the lock. Gun guessing erupted. Wood splintered from the logic gate as ragged holes tore through above her head. On the fourth endeavour the proper key slid easily household. The latch turned and the heavy gate slowly opened enough for Angelina to slip through. Sir Thomas More pellet punched through the wood, the hungry buzz of bullets shredding the air as they passed by the terrorise female child. She turned and sprinted down the road, then off into the brush, disappearing into the darkness. Spotlights surged to life sentence on the compound wall, cutting searching arcs through the somberness. But the girl was nowhere to be seen.

The desert was a rough environment for a barefooted girl alone in the darkness. Sharp stones cut her fundament and cactus spines added to the suffering. crying, she struggled painfully along the road, knowing she couldn't make it much further.

A swoon rumbling sounded behind her. With a signified of consternation she turned, seeing remote headlight approaching, cutting through the glumness. Exhausted emotionally broken, she stopped, waiting as the dark kitchen stove scouter pulled alongside. She tried to mentally count the turn of slug the big six-gun might feature left, but the frantic escape was now just a hectic blur in her memory board. Hopefully the gun still held at least one final round and she could put herself out of her misery instead of facing the sick and prolonged wrath of the work party. She rocked the hammering back, ready to evoke the artillery and end it all.

The passenger window smoothly rolled down with a whine. Rosalita leaned over and unlatched the room access, nudging it open with an inviting push."Need a ride ?"she grinned. A joyous bark sounded as Diablo poked his rostrum around from the binding seat, his stubby buttocks wriggling in felicitous greeting. Angelina wept with backup man, gratefully climbing up into the plush front man prat.

They drove for a few minutes in secretiveness."What ... what are we going to do ?"Angelina asked in a quivering timbre."Where are we going to go ?"

Rosalita shrugged."Where do you need to go ?"she replied."Two pretty girls with about eight million in hard cash. We can go where ever we want."

"Hawaii,"Angelina stated with certainty after a moment of consideration. She had seen pictures once and it seemed a beautiful location, alcoholic and green and seemingly safe from the repulsion of the corporate trust

"Hawaii it is,"Rosalita agreed in a distracted look. Her mind was elsewhere though. All she knew was that no one had yet found their way into Angelina's fuddled little vestal SOB. Intrigued by the challenge, Aloha State seemed as good a place as any for Rosalita to finally get into the footling vixen's panties .