Carol straightened her skirt and took one more look in the mirror. She detested being stuck in this horrible country, but she was trying to work her way up to anchor, and this was the place to find the news stories. Her boss at the network sent her here to find the leader of the rebel forces, interview him, and bring the videotape back as an exclusive.

If she did that, he promised her a weekend night anchor on the news. It was only the late news, but still it was a shot. That was all he would give her after she refused to have sex with him. Carol had worked hard to be a journalist, and she was not going to stoop to using her looks to attain her dreams.

Carol knew she had the "looks." Blond, blue-eyes, she had a near-perfect body. At 28, she was 5 feet, 8 inches tall, with 38D breast, a 22-inch waist, and 34-inch hips. She worked out daily in the gym to keep that shape. Her blond hair was shoulder length and she worn it pulled back in a loose ponytail. She had to admit she used that body to get doors open, wearing tight skirts, a button or two discreetly left open to show her ample cleavage. It brought her unwelcome sexual advances, but had also gotten her a job as a cub reporter with the local network.

She had no time for boyfriends; her last one thought she was a prude because she refused to have oral sex. Carol thought it was a discussing concept; making love was hard enough and she always wanted to shower afterwards. He could not tolerate her lack of desire for sexual adventure, so he broke up with her. Just as well, Carol had no time for boys as she worked to become a network anchor. Then there was her boss; Carol still cringed when she thought about his hand sliding up her skirt. Carol thought nothing of him asking her for a meeting, but before she could react, he shoved his hand up her skirt to the "V" in her panties.

Carol quickly jumped up and vehemently protested. The boss countered that Carol was inviting him to have sex with her, dressing in short skirts, leaving her tits to be seen. Carol realized her boss just presented an opportunity. She began accusing him of sexual harassment, assault, rape anything she could think of to bring about fear.

It had worked, her boss promised her this assignment for her silence. Now as she gazed in the mirror, Carol felt no guilt about how she got here. She hated South American, it was hot and dirty. She started wearing cotton bras and thongs because of the heat. Wearing cotton was cooler and she did not have to shower as much. Carol hated the cotton bras, they provided little support and under the light-colored shirts she could see her nipples and even the darkness of her large areola.

The only advantage that Carol could find in the heat was her large nipples rarely became erect and embarrassing to her. That was her only flaw she thought; that her nipples were almost an inch long when erect and her areolas were dark, and as large as the lid of a can. Carol felt her breasts were deformed except for their size. That she was thankful for. In the mirror she now admired how those breast filled out her yellow shirt.

She just left two buttons undone showing only a bit of cleavage. Her yellow cotton skirt was just above the knee and with her dark pumps she felt she looked very professional. The white thong was a bit uncomfortable riding upward, but Carol knew it was the coolest way to go. She rushed downstairs to meet her cameraman and the contact.

Carol met the cameraman, James, as planned in front of the hotel. He was a little older than Carol and experienced in these types of situations. He had cautioned her to dress conservatively and signed when she approached. Just as she reached James, her contact, Juan arrived in a beat-up old Mercedes. Juan ordered both inside and sped off out of town.

Carol questioned Juan about their destination and he explained that she was to interview the leader of the rebels who were trying to overthrow the government. Juan explained that this was an excellent opportunity because, Carlos, the leader, had never been photographed or interviewed. Carol smiled and looked excitedly at James as the car continued down a narrowing dirt road.

After about an hour, Juan began to slow as he approached a small town. Juan explained to Carol that the rebels occupied the town and that this was Carlos's base station. Juan drove the Mercedes into the center of town. Carol looked around and found no one. Her, James, and Juan all exited the car and stood in front of it looking at the dust blowing through apparently abandoned buildings. It was almost noon and very hot.

If almost on cue, several figures appeared, each carrying different weapons, and began walking toward the trio. At the front was a man Carol assumed to be Carlos. He was at least 6 feet tall, long, black hair, and a long growth of beard present. As he approached, Carol took noted of the 20 to 25 men with him.

All were dirty, long shaggy, thick black hair and mostly between the ages of 20 and 30. Carlos looked to be about 35. James already began to videotape the group as Carlos came face to face with Juan. The two exchanged words in Spanish, then Carlos pulled a gun from his belt and shot Juan in the head. Carol screamed as James began to run back toward the car. James was met with a rifle butt to the head and fell on the ground bleeding from his ear. The man who struck him pointed his rifle at James's ear and fired.

Carol was hysterically crying as she realized her foolishness. She began backing away as Carlos approached her but there was no way to go as she was surrounded by his men. Carlos now stood directly in front of her. Carol knew the look, that look of lust as Carlos drank in her plump breast, narrow waist, and long legs. He shouted something in Spanish that Carol did not understand and all the men held their weapons in the air and cheered.

When Carol looked around she was startled as Carlos quickly reached out and ripped the buttons from her blouse exposing her breast straining against the cotton bra. Carol tried to hold the blouse together and began to beg and cry as the circle of men closed around her. Her screams fell on deaf ears as she was grabbed from every direction and her clothes torn from her body leaving her standing in only the white cotton thong. Carlos pointed at her shoes and Carol knew he wanted them off also.

She tried to cover her breast and felt the hot noon air on her bare ass, the only covering the thin strip of cotton from the thong. Carlos grabbed her arm and pulled her to the front of the car and pushed her across it. The hood, hot from the sun, burned her naked breast. Carol struggle violently, but her hands were stretched across the hood and held tightly in place. She felt the hands on her ass and tried to kick backwards. She stopped suddenly when she felt the incredible sting in her ass cheek and the pain that followed. She turned her head back and saw the riding crop in Carlos's hand and began to beg again.

Carlos ordered her release and Carol turned to face him not caring about her naked breast. She could see the desire in all of the men and knew she had to think fast to avoid the unthinkable. She tried to communicate with Carlos, but he simply pointed to her thongs indicating she was to remove them. Carol could not believe him, he was forcing her to become naked.

When Carol did not comply, Carlos brought the riding crop down hard on her left tit, striking the nipple and causing them both to become erect. Carol almost passed out from the pain, but immediately began to remove her thong to the cheers and jeers of the men.

Carlos nodded approvingly at the thinly trimmed hair surrounding Carol's cunt. She had copied the trim from the girl's in Playboy. Just a thin line of hair above her cunt lips and the rest shaved bare. It had been cooler in South American and she now cursed the way it look and obviously further excited these filthy men that surrounded her.

Completely naked, Carlos pointed to the hood of the car. Carol knew what he wanted her to do, but she refused to help this animal abuse her. The riding crop across her right nipple weakened her resistance and the immediate follow-up blow across her abdomen convinced Carol that he would beat her to death if she didn't comply. Crying, Carol slowly turned around and leaned over the car.

The men began cheering as two grabbed her arms and pulled her across the hood until her feet dangled off the other side and her firm ass jutted skyward. She felt his hands on her ass again as Carlos pulled the firm mounds apart exposing her anal ring and the back of her cunt. The cheering continued as he removed all 12 inches of his dick from his pants and placed it at the entrance of her cunt.

Carol refused to turn and look as she felt the pressure against her vaginal opening. She braced herself as Carlos slowly worked his massive tool into her cunt. He cursed her dryness, but continued to drive himself inch by inch into her cunt. Carol began to scream as she felt the walls of her cunt stretch further than she had ever felt. She thought he must be tearing her inside as she tried to force herself to relax.

Finally she felt his pubic hair against her ass and his balls at the top of her cunt. Carol exhaled loudly as she realized he was buried all the way inside her. Carlos could feel the tip of his rod banging against her cervix. He began to slide out slowly enjoying Carol's scream of pain from the dryness. Carol began to pray that she would lubricate before this monster did permanent damage.

The rebel leader could go slow no more and to the cheers of his men began pounding Carol without mercy. He reached around and grad her tits pinching Carol's sore nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he slammed away. With each thrust he tightened his grip on her nipples and Carol grunted and whimper in unison. She finally felt him tense, and then felt his warm seed spreading throughout her cunt. It's over she thought, but Carlos did not move. He left his dick inside her while he stood her up and turned her toward the men.

Now Carol was completely humiliated. She was naked, with this man's dick shoved into her cunt and her breast jutting outward. Carlos forced her to walk around the circle of men with his dick lodged in her cunt. Each step caused him to rub the insides of her already raw vagina. As she came to each man, Carlos stopped her and said something in Spanish. To Carol's horror, the man laughed, took one of her breast and began to suck the nipple very hard. Carol tried to back away, but was sandwiched between Carlos's dick and the man's mouth on her breast.

Carlos spoke to the man next to the one sucking her breast, and he began ravaging the other breast. Carol was beside herself as the two men hungrily sucked her nipples pulling her dark areolas into their mouths. Carlos yelled again and Carol gained some relief as they spit her nipples out. She looked down and saw they were as hard as they could be sticking out from her body like two large erasers. Carlos forced her to side step with his dick still buried in her to the next two men and the abuse of her tits was repeated.

As he worked Carol around the circle, her nipples began to bleed from the sucking and biting and Carol was beginning to feel a warmness down her legs from a trickle of blood running down the insides of her thighs. Carol could feel that his dick had grown to full size again and Carlos had undoubtedly rubbed her cunt raw. Carlos then walked her back to the hood of the car and forced her over it again.

Carol could not take another fucking from his massive cock and began to fight with all her strength. It was fruitless as the crowd of men quickly held her down and pulled her legs further apart. Carol was surprised when she felt his dick leave her cunt. Carol thought maybe her crying and pleading had finally got through to this heathen. But that thought was dashed when she felt that massive head against her tight anus.

She wailed and tried to thrash about, but could only move inches as she felt her asshole give way to the pressure and surround his hard cock. Carol had never felt such pain and fear overcame her and she tried to relax, to release the tightness in her ass as the intrusion continued deep into her bowels.

She wailed and wailed as each inch plunged deeper spreading her ass wider and wider until she felt him stopped. Carol's breathing was rapid and ragged and she began to wail again as Carlos pulled his dick almost all the way out, then plunged in to the hilt again.

With his men cheering him on, Carlos began to pump in and out of Carol's ass dragging his cock almost all the way out before driving it back in. He cursed the tightness and knew his dick would be rubbed raw, but he would make this white bitch pay. Carol just laid on the hood whimpering while her ass was ravaged. She felt Carlos tense and then felt the flood of cum filling her bowels. Carlos pulled his dick from her ass with a audible "pop" and it was followed with blood mixed with semen.

Carol just laid across the car, sobbing softly while the cum mixed with blood leak from her cunt and ass. Carlos threw up his hands at her and made an announcement to the crowd of men. They rushed Carol who could no longer fight. She felt fingers in her ass and in her cunt. Her breast were being bitten, her nipples sucked as the men fought over who would fuck her first.

Finally Carlos fired his gun in the air and the men all stopped and looked at him. He gave some orders in Spanish and two men pulled Carol from the car and dragged her away.

Carol tried to struggle, as she was thrown on her back on the ground. She pleaded as the two men tied her hands above her head and staked them to the ground. Next she heard four stakes driven into the ground around her head. Her hair was tied in four shanks and attached to the stakes, effectively immobilizing her head.

She began to sob uncontrollably as her legs were pulled over her head at tied into place leaving her cunt and ass fully exposed. She realized that all three of her holes were now at the mercy of the men. To further her humiliation, she knew she had been tied near the latrines on the outskirts of town. She heard the men coming and though she knew it was useless, she tried to move away from the coming assaults.

The first man wanted her mouth and sound threatening as he forced it open and placed his dick gingerly inside. Carol thought to bite down, but remember the riding crop and decided her fate would be much worse. She allowed her mouth to be used as a cunt and fought not to vomit at the musty odor. She gagged and had no choice but to swallow every drop of his cum.

When he finished and was laughing, she felt another dick enter her ass. This assailant used her breast like handles, twisting and pulling while he rocked in and out of her ass. Carol just lay on the ground, grunting with each thrust, no fight, staring blankly at the sunset. She did not even notice James, alive, with the camera rolling.

The next morning as the sun came up Carol was awakened with cold water in her face. Her arms and legs ached from the position they had been in all night. Her lips were cracked and a mixture of dry blood and cum coated her face. Her asshole was gaping open and a pool of cum had accumulated on the ground beneath her. Her cunt still had cum dripping from it and her cunt lips were swollen twice their size. Her nipples were numb, and still erect, sticking out now almost two inches. Her dark areolas were covered in teeth marks. Carol looked up at Carlos and then saw James, and then Juan.

Carol tried to speak, to questioned what had happened, but out of the corner of her eye got her answer. There, standing between her legs pulled over her head was her boss from the network. In his hand was his erect dick pointing at her ass. Carol shook her head to remove the cobwebs and saw the videotape in James's hand just as her boss drove his dick into her already abused asshole. Carol screamed and struggled with what little strength remained.

Her boss just laughed as he latched onto her tits with both hands pulling her nipples outward. He was shouting at her as he pounded his meat in and out of her ass. Carol squeezed her eyes shut trying not to hear. But her boss reminded her again and again that she was just a little prick-tease who finally got what she deserved.

When he finished with her ass, Carol's boss had her cunt and mouth too. As he finished cumming in her mouth, he stood up and in a final insult, pissed over her breast. He told her that James had made a videotape of the entire ordeal and with some clever editing, it should make a best-selling porno film.

Carol's bonds were cut and she was given a pair of sweat pants and sweatshirt. Juan drove up in the Mercedes and shoved her into the back seat driving her back to the motel. No one seemed to notice as Juan half dragged, half carried Carol back to her room and threw her across the bed. She was not sure how long she slept, but when she awoke, she carefully walked to the shower and washed, and washed the filth, cum, and blood from her body.

Wrapping herself in a towel, she returned to find a videotape with a note that instructed her that if she told anyone what happened, the tape would be released in the United States. Carol put the tape in the machine and began to cry softly as she saw herself tied, legs stretched above her head, a cock in her mouth, one in her ass and a man with three fingers in her cunt scissoring in and out.

Her cries turned to sobs when Carol saw that she was obviously in the mist of a tremendous orgasm at the hands of this abuse. Her dream as a reporter was over.

The End