~Subject: REPOST Nena and the Gringos Chapt. 5
~From: SOTborder1@aol.com
~Date: 7 Jun 1996 06:54:01 GMT
~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories


For mature audiences only. Not to be read by anyone under 18 years of ago.
Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the themes explored in this
story. (Obviously, however, being on Chapt. 5 leads me to believe that
your not (;

Chapter 5

Nena felt goosebumps erupt all over her body and bit her lip to keep down
the rising panic. She moved her hand up to move the damp hair away from
her face. Her hand was visibly shaking.  "Please, I let you........touch
me....what else could you possibly want" She said, her voice warbly. Doug
turned slightly and looked at her greedily, his eyes taking in her full
breasts straining against her blouse. Nena self-consciously tried to shift
to get away from his probing eyes. He said, "We really think your a nice
girl.... .and.....we want to show you the hotel where we're staying. It's
a neat place and has every convenience" Mark nodded his head in agreement.
"You can come up and at least see the place can't you?" he said. Nena
looked around the bar, but nobody made any eye contact with her. It was as
if she was being totally ignored. She knew that she would not get any help
here. Maybe she would have a chance to escape once she left the bar. It
was her only hope. Nena looked up at Mark and with as much confidence as
she could muster said, " I'll go....... if you promise not to touch me
anymore" Mark rolled his eyes. "Geez Nen, what do you think that we are?
Animals?" John, Scott and Doug quickly made eye contact and then looked at
Nena apologetically. John said, " We're sorry for letting things......get
outa control. We just got a little carried away , that's all" His cock was
still as stiff as a barber pole. He tried to smile at Neon as sincerely as
he could. Neon looked at all three of them and the rest of the group.
"Well,......O.K. apology accepted" She smiled at them shyly and dropped
her head, crossing her arms across her chest protectivly.  Mark and Doug
quickly paid the bar bill and ushered everyone outside. "We're all staying
at the Loredo Inn" "Have you been there? Doug asked. Nena found herself
walking between Doug and Mark. She felt self-conscious walking down the
street without a bra. Mark didn't give her a chance to go to the restroom,
saying it was getting late and they had to get up early to go dirt bike
riding, so she had stuffed her bra into her little leather purse. She
glanced backwards quickly and saw John, Scott and the rest of the guys
bringing up the rear. Nena had felt a momentary panic, but remembering how
the guys apologized, and their promise not to touch her, she had gradually
relaxed and continued walking with them towards the Inn, which was only
another block up. "Actually no" Nena said, replying to Doug's question,
"but I heard it's a very comfortable place to sleep" Among other things,
Mark thought to himself, acutely aware of how his stiff cock was rubbing
against his jeans, sustaining his hardness. The group made there way up
two flights up stairs to one of the two suites. The only suites on that
part of the second floor. Mark reached his hand into the front pocket of
his jeans and pulled out the  room key, feeling his cock constrained
uncomfortably in his jeans. He opened the door and held it open for Nena.
The room was big and spacious decorated in traditional Mexican style with
South West accents. There was one large king sized bed covered with a
serape. On the left side was a small kitchenette with a small sink and
refrigerator.

 "Want a beer Nen?" asked Mark. popping the cap off one for himself   "No
thank you" she replied. She was pleasantly surprised that he didn't try to
push her to drink like he did in the bar. Her misgivings at coming up to
their room were quickly evaporating. Scott, John and the other guys pulled
up some chairs from around the table while Mark and Doug sat down on the
foot of the bed both of them trying to hide their obvious bulges. Nena
remained standing. "Come on Nena relax, sit down" Doug told her. He
motioned for her to sit between them on the bed facing Scott, John and the
rest of the guys. Nena smiled stiffly and slowly walked to the bed and sat
slowly between them making herself as little as possible. She became aware
of her nakedness under her blouse and how the room had grown so quiet with
a sudden underlying tension. So as not to show how scared she felt or
bring attention to herself, Nena slowly stood up and said in a slightly
quivery voice that betrayed her fear, "Well,.......I need to go now.....it
was nice meeting all of you. Sorry for the misunderstanding" Nena stood up
from the bed slowly, but deliberately moving towards the door. To her
obvious relief nobody tried to stop her as she made her way to the front
entrance, her confidence building. Right before she reached the door she
heard Mark ask in a very matter of fact way, "There's just one little
thing Nena" Nena lurched to grab the door knob, adrenaline shooting into
her stomach,  and felt her arm grabbed from behind. "Wait a sec here" Mark
said. Scott gently but insistently pulled her away from the door and
guided her over to the bed. Nena broke down and started babbling
incoherently struggling to get away from Scott who was holding both her
upper arms from behind to keep her from jumping off the bed and running
away. Mark bent down until his nose was almost touching Nena's. "Calm down
dammit!" yelled Mark "Before you really make things difficult for
yourself" Marks venomous command snapped Nena back to reality. but only
partly. Her incoherent babbling was replaced by pitiful pleas to let her
go, but because of her quick, panicky breathing, the words were difficult
to understand. She shook her head back and forth crying continuously the
tears falling on her firm brown thighs and trailing off onto the bed. Doug
suddenly bent down and screamed at her, "DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE FUCKING
SAID. SHUT THE FUCK UP! NOBODY CAN HEAR YOU UP HERE AND WERE NOT GOING TO
LET YOU GO UNTIL YOU FUCKING SHUT UP!" Nena froze in mid breath as if
doused with a pitcher of ice cold water. She slowly put herself together
and looked up. Her eyes blurred by the tears, she could still make out the
facial features of the seven gringos. Bodies set and tense. Their eyes
bright and wild, penetrating her like lasers. Mark slowly sat down next to
her and began stroking her leg lightly.