Chapter 2
The plane from Rio de Janeiro arrived in Buenos Aires twenty minutes late that same morning. Ignacio Sandoval stood inconspicuously in the line passing through immigration. He was an extremely thin Latin of medium height who took great care never to call attention to himself through his clothes or manner. People seldom gave Ignacio a second glance, but when they did their attention was drawn to the sharp, harsh features of his face. Above his aquiline nose were two coal black eyes that seemed to radiate a cold cruelty. His eyelids were heavy and creased, covering the top half of his pupils like hoods. Because of this visage, Ignacio was often called the Hawk.
Ignacio imposed a steel will on his nerves as he approached the Argentine immigration officer. His passport was made out in the name of Jaime Perez, the John Smith of Latin America, and showed him to be a native of Brazil. His knowledge of the language of Brazil, Portuguese, was non-existent, but he was certain that he could bluff his way through by speaking Spanish very slowly like a tourist.
He glanced around the modern room casually, making careful note of every person in the area. If there were security or intelligence men watching the arrivals, Ignacio was certain that they wouldn't recognize him. He wasn't known in Argentina. That was why he was chosen for this assignment. But it never hurt to take every precaution.
"The purpose of your visit, sir?" the officer asked as he opened the passport.
"Turista," Ignacio responded, watching the man compare the passport photo with a glance at his face. The tenseness left his muscles as he saw the officer stamp his passport.
"Enjoy your visit, Mr. Perez," the immigration officer said as he returned the passport. "You clear customs to your right."
The flight bag in his hand was all Ignacio brought with him, and it contained nothing more than two shirts, an extra pair of slacks, socks and underwear, and his shaving kit. Everything else he needed would be supplied by the local group.
This was one of the luxuries that Ignacio enjoyed about his work, to travel anywhere and have his every wish catered to upon his arrival.
Born in a suburb of Bogota, Colombia, Ignacio never knew his father. His mother was a prostitute and he borrowed the name Sandoval from a popular hero of the Colombian war for independence. He wandered the slums of Bogota almost from the day he learned to walk. At the age of seven, he managed toingratiate himself into the home of a wealthy American petroleum engineer and his wife who had a large house in the fashionable section of town. He became a general helper around the house and was sent to school.
When Ignacio was thirteen, the petroleum engineer was transfered to Texas. After a great deal of paperwork with the two governments involved, Ignacio went to the United States with his American family. He attended high school in Houston, and instead of being grateful for the opportunity that the engineer and his wife had provided for him, Ignacio developed a deep and bitter hatred of all Americans, particularly rich Americans.
At the end of his senior year in high school, Ignacio raped the fair-skinned, blonde daughter of one of Houston's wealthiest families. The disgraced engineer and his wife saved Ignacio from going to jail by placing him on the first flight back to Bogota. They gave him three hundred dollars and told him that they never wanted to see him again, which suited Ignacio perfectly. His only regret was that he hadn't had the opportunity to ram his oversize penis into the engineer's wife's ass. He had dreamed about that, and about how she would squeal when he jammed it to her.
Ignacio never reached Bogota. He deplaned at Caracas and spent two nights in a whorehouse. On the third night he landed in the Caracas jail for beating one of the girls until she was bleeding. It was in the Caracas jail that he met a man who launched him in his successful career as a hired assassin.
To test his nerve and his resourcefulness, he was assigned to kill a minor Venezuelan official that first week. He shot the man in the head as the man stood urinating in a public toilet, and managed to escape without being seen. With this success on his record, Ignacio was sent to Cuba for a two-year training course in revolutionary activities. His knowledge of English and his ability to learn quick made him an outstanding student in the school for terrorists. Since then, he had been involved in seven assassinations, twelve bombings, and a number of political riots in Central and Latin America.
Ignacio didn't know who he worked for, and he knew better than to ask. He was apolitical and cared only about the luxuries of life that his job provided. When he wasn't on assignment he lived in a mansion on the beach below Caracas. He had an expensive sport car, a sailboat, all the young girls and food he wanted, and a small amount saved toward his eventual retirement.
"Senor Perez?"
Ignacio lifted the hoods from his cold eyes and stared at the short heavy-set man standing in front of him as he stepped out of customs. The man was dressed in the uniform of a tour guide, but he carried the identifying green-and-white folder in his left hand.
"Yes?" Ignacio said quietly.
"I was told to meet you," the tour guide replied, taking Ignacio's arm and leading him to the exit. "Your reservations are waiting for you at the Sheraton. You'll stay there tonight. And here is Pati. She is to be your companion."
Ignacio smiled when he saw the young girl standing by the exit step forward. She was young, probably fifteen or sixteen, and very attractive with long black hair, a heart-shaped face with pouting young lips, heavy pointed breasts that rode high on her young chest, a slender waist and lovely legs. Ignacio was pleased that his fame had spread so that his employers even knew his preference for young girls and saw to it that there was one to meet him when he arrived. He gave the young girl a half smile without parting his lips and then turned back to the heavy-set man. The bit about his reservations at the Sheraton amused him. Putting him in an ITT hotel proved that someone in this group had a sense of humor.
"Here are the keys to your car," the tour guide continued, obviously uncomfortable under Ignacio's piercing stare. "It's a gray Torino. The girl knows the car. I am to tell you that you will be contacted at about noon. Please be in your room."
Ignacio nodded, dismissing the man with a glance, and took Pati's hand as she led him through the exit and across the wide entrance to the parking lot across from the terminal.
Ignacio had never seen a Torino before. The outside of the car wasn't particularly impressive at first glance, but the interior of the luxury automobile was a thing of quiet beauty. The dash and doors were finished in fine wood and the upholstery was executed in a soft, tone-on-tone, rich fabric that reminded him of the Cadillac that his wealthy petroleum engineer had driven.
Pati watched the strange man go over the car thoroughly, even lifting the hood to search for a possible bomb. She saw him unlock the glove compartment and remove a pistol, and she shuddered. There was something cruel and dangerous about this man that frightened the young girl. Pati had been a prostitute since the night of her fourteenth birthday when her uncle gave her twenty-five pesos to make him ejaculate in her mouth. She had been with some vicious men in the past two years, but she now wished that she hadn't accepted the two hundred pesos to spend the day and night with this man. There was something about him that made her want to cringe every time he looked at her.
"You turn left at the main road up there," Pati said, pointing to the exit. "That puts us on the freeway into the city."
"Fine," Ignacio remarked, settling down in the comfortable seat as the car responded smoothly to his commands. "You be the pilot. I've never been here before."
Once they were on the freeway headed toward Buenos Aires, Pati looked over at the relaxed man behind the wheel and asked, "Why do they call you The Hawk?"
Ignacio's face froze for a brief instant. How much have they told this little slut? he asked himself. He forced a smile on his lips.
"You'll know when I dip my beak in your little cunt, baby," he replied, laughing with a rumble in his throat at his own humor.
Pati forced herself to laugh, but the mean edge to his voice made her squirm in the comfortable seat of the Torino.
"I am to give you this," she said, pulling an envelope from her purse.
Ignacio opened the envelope with one hand and extracted the Argentine identity card made out in the name of Carlos Orozco. Well organized, he thought to himself, knowing that his reservation at the hotel would be in that name and that the identity card would circumvent the use of his Brazilian passport when he registered.
The couple in the cruising Torino dropped into silence for the remainder of the forty-five-minute drive into downtown Buenos Aires. Ignacio was very careful about his driving, always staying well below the speed limit. He and his fellow students at the school for terrorists had learned from the story of the assassin who had missed a perfect opportunity to kill a military dictator of Venezuela simply because he was caught speeding on a Caracas freeway and taken to jail when the officer became suspicious of his papers. The assassin was subsequently exposed by the secret police and his mutilated body was found in a back alley in the slums of Caracas. In this business you can't be too careful, their instructor had cautioned them.
Following the young girl's instructions, Ignacio wound the Torino around the downtown section of Buenos Aires and drove up the circular entrance to the Sheraton Hotel. He registered, leaving a cash deposit and explaining that his luggage would arrive later, and took the young girl in tow as he followed the bellboy to his room. Ignacio locked and bolted the door as soon as the bellboy left.
The room had the sterile, modern, identityless look that was the trademark of American hotel rooms all over the world, but Ignacio liked it. He had decorated his own home with the same colors and furniture. He hated antiques and he smiled every time he remembered what he and a group of demonstrators had done to a wealthy home during a riot in Lima, Peru. They had broken into the house in search of a government minister and found only cringing servants trying to protect the priceless antiques in the house. Laughing, Ignacio had taken a knife and scarred all of the fine wood tables and cabinets. Then he stood over a French divan and urinated all over the velvet upholstery. The memory of that scene always made him feel good and strangely excited.
"Strip!" he commanded as he glanced over at the young girl, then turned and went into the bathroom without closing the door.
Pati was no stranger to sex. She knew what was expected of her, yet she had to fight back an urge to run out the door and put distance between herself and this strange man. She also knew that the people who had employed her would search her out and kill her if she did. They were among the toughest and most unpleasant people in Buenos Aires.
She could hear the strong flow of water as he urinated and she reluctantly began taking off her clothes.
Ignacio glanced at his watch as he reached down and pushed the button to flush the toilet. It was ten minutes to eleven. That gave him more than an hour before he would be contacted, time enough for a good lay. He had learned to take his sex when he could because in his business he never knew where he would be the next hour. And there was nothing worse than being horny when you were holed up in a lousy room on a stake-out.
He walked back into the bedroom and found the young girl sitting naked on the edge of the bed. Good body, he thought to himself as he stood with his hands on his hips staring at her and admiring her full breasts capped with dark cherries for nipples. His eyes moved slowly down her body and came to rest on her pubic mound. It was full and bushy, but he could see the thin pink lips of her vulva beneath the matted black jungle of curly hair.
"Like?" the girl asked, forcing a smile on her lips.
Ignacio could tell that she was afraid of him, and he liked that. He could feel the blood pounding in his temples as he stared at her nude body. It was happening again, the thing that always came over him when he was with a whore. It was his mother sitting there, lusting with men for money while he begged and stole in the streets, leaving him alone night after night while she laughed her way from one man's arms to the next. It made his blood boil to think about it, and this was the moment he became The Hawk searching quietly for its prey.
He moved forward slowly until he was standing directly in front of the frightened young girl.
"Take my pants down," he commanded with an edge to his voice that dared her to disobey.
"You're not much on romance, are you?" Pati said, regretting her words the minute she made the remark. She saw his hand whip out and she cried aloud as he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up.
"Take my pants down, I said!" he snapped.
The menace in his cold stare made Pati shudder. She quickly reached up and loosened his belt and pulled his zipper down. Slipping her young fingers beneath the elastic of his shorts, she pulled his slacks and underpants down over his lean hips.
"Oh," The surprised gasp escaped from Pati's throat as she freed his genitals from his undershorts and his penis flopped out before her eyes. Pati had been with a number of men in her young life, but she had never seen anything to equal this strange man's sex organ. It was as thick as a hunk of mooring rope, gnarled with thick blue veins and was easily twelve inches long. How could a girl take anything this thick and this long inside her?
This was the moment Ignacio loved, the moment when a woman saw his weapon for this first time. He delighted in the mixture of shock and fear that always registered on their faces. Some of them screamed. Others were speechless.
He almost smiled when he looked down on her bulging eyes as she stared at his organ. Her lower jaw had dropped and her young face registered disbelief.
"Kiss it," he commanded. When the sixteen-year-old girl failed to respond immediately, Ignacio yanked her hair. "Kiss it, I said!"
The pain of his yanking her hair brought Pati to her senses. She had no idea how she would handle this man, she only knew that she had to. Slipping his pants and shorts down so that they fell in circles around his feet, she reached out and took the giant organ in her hands. Her fingers couldn't completely encircle the thickness of that monster and she had to hold it in both hands as she lifted it toward her mouth. The heavy, pungent odor assaulted her nose, making her nostrils flare and sending the smell of sex racing through her young system.
She was staring at the red swollen head of his penis, her body quivering with the certain knowledge of what punishment this could inflict on her. She swallowed twice in an effort to push the fear back in her throat.
Ignacio experienced a tingling sensation in his testicles when he saw the pretty young girl's lips part and her tongue slide out to touch his straining organ. The touch of her young tongue on his turgid sex seemed to ignite a fuse in his body, but he imposed an iron will on himself.
The mixed flavor of sex and urine permeated Pati's mouth when she ran her tongue over the surface of his lust-swollen penis. She knew in an instant that he didn't bathe very regularly. The odor of his sex was almost overpowering and she had to keep herself from gagging. Her young mind worked rapidly. If she could suck him off, maybe she wouldn't have to take this thick cock up inside her. But could she even get it in her mouth?
"Suck it," he said firmly, apparently reading her mind. The comers of his cruel mouth turned slightly up when he saw her bring his organ to her lips. When he saw her hesitate for a moment, he yanked her hair viciously. Her mouth fell open and he jerked his hips to jam his manhood between her full young lips.
The sixteen-year-old girl thought that she was going to choke to death. His huge prick was crushing her tongue as it filled her mouth and made her cheeks puff out. Her jaw ached as she expanded her mouth to take him, and the comers of her lips felt like they were splitting apart. Pati closed her eyes and prayed that she would live through this.
Ignacio felt a rumble in his loins as he watched the expression on the young girl's face. She had never had anything like this before, of that he was certain. Her eyes were bulging wide and her cheeks were puffed out like balloons. Her young lips were pressed around the thick hardness of his shaft and her tongue was pressing firmly against the head of his organ as it tired to escape being crushed. He glanced down and smiled when he saw that her entire body was trembling. Her tits were shaking like jell-o in an earthquake and the muscles in her neck were rippling in spasm after spasm. For a moment he considered holding her pretty young head in both hands and pouring it to her this way, but he wanted to hear her scream with a mixture of pain and delight when he fucked her young cunt out. She would earn whatever they were paying her!
Holding her young head in both hands, Ignacio jerked his hips hard and thrust deep into her throat. His blood began pounding through his system as he saw her lips strain while his organ slid in and out of her tortured mouth. Tears formed in her pretty eyes and ran down her flushed cheeks. Saliva was beginning to ooze from the comers of her mouth and her nostrils flared open like two small bells.
When he felt his control weakening, he pulled his organ free of her face and pushed her roughly back on the bed. He stepped out of his expensive loafers and kicked his feet free of his clothes.
"Oh ... Oh, please," Pati whimpered as her chest heaved in an effort to fill her tortured lungs. "Let me suck you, please!"
Ignacio ignored her, gripping her thighs in his strong hands and jerking her legs apart so that he could kneel between them on the bed. The strong odor of her sex wafted to his nostrils and filled his being with animal desire. He knew that she could never take him unless she was excited and well lubricated, and he wanted the bitch so hot that she wouldn't be able to stand it when he would ream her out.
He brought his face down to her soft pubic mound, inhaling the fragrance of her sex as another man might sniff brandy. His tongue slipped between his lips and coursed the width of his mouth, then darted out to dip into her slit. He brought his hands up and opened her vulva like a flower, flicking his tongue against the red bud nestling between her vaginal lips.
As frightened of the man as she was, Pati felt her body respond to his intimate kiss. His tongue was rough and hard, almost like fine sandpaper against her sensitive clitoris. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched his experienced mouth fix itself on her sex. She saw his tongue flopping up and down as it coursed the entire length of her vulva like a child licking an ice cream cone. The electric shocks began racing through her young body alerting every nerve ending in her young system.
"Ooooohhh, God, that's gggggoooooooood!" she moaned, closing her eyes and throwing her head back when she felt the nipples on her breasts spring to life and become as hard as granite. Very few of Pati's customers did this to her, and this she was loving! His tongue was so hard and rough!
Ignacio rolled his tongue and dipped it into her moist hole. He smiled to himself as he felt the muscles in her thighs tense and her crotch arch up to grind her sex into his face. He jammed his slithering tongue deep inside her vaginal opening, then quickly withdrew its length and lapped at her quivering clitoris.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" Pati groaned. The blood was beginning to boil in her young veins and the itch in her crotch had turned into a burning fire. "No! No! Don't stop!" she squealed as she suddenly felt him withdraw his face from her pubic mound. "Please, don't stop!"
Ignacio reached behind him and grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs high in the air and doubling them down until her knees were touching her quivering tits. Now her vagina was wide open and arched up to receive him. He brought his knees forward, feeling the ache in his loins as he stared directly into her young sex, then mashed the swollen head of his organ hard against her erected clitoris. Now she would start earning her pay!
Pati looked down and saw his huge organ poised at the entrance to her vagina and the excitement was drained out of her body in an instant. His prick looked even bigger now than it had before! She saw his heavy balls hanging between the cheeks of her buttocks like two misshapen gourds. The shaft of his penis looked as thick as her leg! The sixteen-year-old girl was positive that he would rip her apart, maybe ruin her for life. She tried to wiggle away, but he held her body pressed into a tight ball and she couldn't move.
Moving his hips, Ignacio brought his penis to the dark-red hole near the bottom of her slit. When a woman was compressed into a ball like this she appeared to be all cunt to him. He moved forward, pushing the head of his penis against the ring of her vaginal enterance. He continued pressing until it broke her natural resistance and popped inside her warm opening.
"Aaaauuurrggghh!" Pati groaned, gritting her teeth against the pain as she felt her vaginal opening expand more than it ever had before in her young life.
Ignacio felt his excitement build as he heard her groan. His balls were beginning to rumble like a volcano threatening to erupt. Bracing himself on his hands at her sides, he jerked his strong hips and thrust into her body.
"AAAAAUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHH!" Pati screamed. The tender walls of her young vagina seemed to explode as they stretched and strained against the rock-hard organ lunging deep inside her. Pain swept through her like a flood covering a meadow, searing each nerve ending in her body until it was raw. She felt blood trickle into her mouth as she bit her lip, and it was all she could do to keep herself from falling into the deep black pit of unconsciousness.
Ignacio was determined to show her no mercy. She had to be punished! He dug his toes into the mattress and lunged again and again into her tortured young body, watching her head flail back and forth on the bed.
"Oh, Sweet Mary, Mother of God!" the tortured girl screamed. "I can't take it! Aaauuurrrggghh! You're killing me! Please! Please!"
Her cries were music to Ignacio's warped desire. Holding her tightly squeezed into a ball, he withdrew his organ until just the tip was inside her outstretched vagina. Then he lunged forward with all of his strength. His thrust was halted for a moment half way down, but he brought the weight of his body against hers and managed to sink the full length of his shaft up her cunt. He felt his heavy, loaded balls slap against her ass and he saw her begin beating her fists on the bed as her head flew back and forth and tears ran in rivers from her eyes.
Pati felt herself falling into the black, bottomless pit twice, but somehow managed to hold on to the reality of what was happening to her. She had never experienced pain like this in her life! Her skin seemed to be on fire and every inch of her body was burning. She broke two fingernails digging into the bedspread, but the young girl didn't even feel the pain.
Her vagina was stretched so far that it seemed to go numb. She could feel his heavy balls beating against her ass, and when she opened her eyes and saw his thick shaft spearing her body she thought for a moment that she had grown a third leg! She wished herself dead to bring an end to the pain, but the pain remained to torture her sobbing body.
Gradually, Pati realized that something was trying to break through the intense pain in her body. At first it was a mild tingling sensation. Then it became an itch, a familiar itch. My God, she said to herself between the sobs that were racking her body, I'm getting excited!
Ignacio recognized the change the moment it took place. Her body seemed to lose its tenseness and her hips arched ever so slightly to counter his hard thrusts. Using his strong hips like powerful pistons, he began stroking her with hard, fast lunges that sent his prick to the very depths of her womb.
"OH! YES, YES, YES! SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Pati chanted as the mixture of pain and pleasure swept through her body like a raging fire. "GIVE IT TO ME! HARDER! HARDER!"
Ignacio needed no encouragement at this point. The ache in his balls was more than he could take. He thrust into her with all of his might, bouncing his balls against the firm cheeks of her young buttocks and sinking his sex-crazed shaft to the hilt in her body. Her vagina was hot and tight, like a strong hand milking his organ.
"Now! Oh, please. Now! I can't go on any longer!" Pati moaned as the dam inside her began to crack and give way to the flood of her orgasm.
Ignacio's balls roared like a racing diesel. He grabbed her ankles again and pushed down to arch her hips even higher as he bludgeoned the depths of her womb. His balls erupted as they slapped hard against her ass and jets of molten semen went racing down his shaft.
"Aaaiiiieeeeeeeee!" Pati screamed at the top of her lungs! "I'm cuuuuuummmmiiiiinnnnnngggg!"
Ignacio felt the muscles in her vagina contract and grip his surging penis as their bodies locked together in a high arch off the mattress. His toes curled as he felt his balls drain into her body.
His body relaxed as the tenseness left his muscles. He opened his eyes and looked down at the young girl. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had fainted. Slowly, he withdrew his organ from her tortured vagina. Then he climbed off the bed and began searching for a cigarette.
The young girl was still unconscious when the telephone rang.