Thread: Black Widow : Assignment Colombia [DeRe & Celebstars]

Astardo and Moro stared at each other in surprise and bemusement at Natasha's apparent pleasure. But her amateur dramatics did little to impress the veteran torturers. Indeed the fact a woman could be so incredibly arrogant appalled them both beyond measure. Suddenly halting his assault on her, Astardo turned to his crony with a solemn expression and said Go get the Devils, all three. Let's see this bitch take them on. Moro's scar-riven face cracked with a death's head grin, and he vaulted up the stairs and out of the room. The camera, too! Astardo shouted after him. Slowly the druglord wandered over to a nearby bench. He collected a thick black blindfold and a rubber O gag, and fitted both roughly onto Natasha. The gag held her pink little mouth fixed open, unable to bite down or stop a steady stream of drool over her chin, while the thick velvet mask of the blindfold plunged her world into blackness. Once he was sure she was properly secured, like a rack of meat in a slaughterhouse, Astardo loosened the chain suspending Natasha from the ceiling until she was half kneeling, half-crouching before him, as if in prayer. His rigid, angry cock bounced before her face Holding her head firmly in his grip, Astardo slid his raging raperod into Natasha's wet, cool mouth. It was still smeared with the sticky mess of her sex, but she could do nothing other than choke on his bulbous purple dick, each gag just swallowing it further down her throat. The sound of barking suddenly appeared, growing louder and louder until it began descending the stairs. Moro reappeared, almost being dragged down into the basement by three giant black bull mastiffs. Astardo had reared them from pups as personal attack dogs, and employed them many times in the past as torture devices. They were rape dogs, specifically trained to violate a woman in the most degrading way possible. Each was almost the size of a full-grown person and their sheer bulk and ferocity could literally bring down a bull in personal combat - a grisly battle sometimes played down by Astardo for the amusement of his now-deceased retinue. As he watched the dogs arrive, Astardo chuckled to himself and slid out of Natasha's mouth. He quickly began to dress as Moro tied off a pair of the beasts to the wall, while keeping the third in his grip. They were frothing mad in anticipation of what was coming - they could smell it in the air. Having quickly clothed, Astardo produced a small bottle of honey which he proceeded to smear across Natasha's pussy. Shit boss, the bastard is going to break the chain! hissed Moro in exertion. Over here! rasped Astardo. Allowing the dog forward a few more feet, it began to urgently lick at the sweet honey covering Natasha's vulnerable cunt. She was completely unable to escape the giant, wet tongue was it invaded every intimate part of her pussy. Both men roared with laughter as her body betrayed her, and the mastiff's firm tongue brought the beautiful assassin to a painful involuntary orgasm. Now Lucifer, mount her! barked Astardo in a tone almost as loud as the dogs. The creature seemed to need little bidding. Pulling the chain down so that Natasha's ass was in the air, he held his boot down firmly on her head and fixed in place against the cold concrete. With a pounding thump the mastiff leaped upon her muscular tan body with a series of delighted yelps. Its slim, long, bright pink penis was hammered into her by a brutal machine-like rhythm. Moro grabbed the digital camera from the bag he'd brought down, and began chronicling the event. Licking his lips like a starving man attending a feast, the sadistic mercenary recorded every little minute of Natasha's nightmare.