As only her mother was working, things at home financially became progressively worse until she had to drop out of high school in order to help take care of her little brothers and sisters, while her mother worked at a clothing factory sewing fabrics. Nena's father, Alberto, was a drunk and spent most of the day with his drunken friends inebriated with little motivation to get a job.

Nena's real name was Mary Helen, but her parents had always called her Nena, ever since she could remember.

At eighteen, although all she had to wear were old peasant dresses and hand-me-downs from her mother, it in no way distracted from her obvious physical endowments. A perfect oval face with full, red lips, dark brown eyes that were so deeply brown they were almost black, with lashes that were so thick that they would never need mascara. Her face was framed by impossibly long, curly, thick black hair that fell to the middle of her back and that she frequently wore in a ponytail. Her skin was flawless, smooth, supple, soft and golden brown from many days toiling out in the hot Mexican sun. Her body was firm and toned by the almost constant work at the rancho where she lived.

A point of contention with her, and which caused a great deal of anguish and embarrassment were her breasts. As she had a petite frame, and thin waist, her breasts, even under the baggy peasant blouses that she wore, were prominent. Large, round and firm. She dreaded the visits into town to buy tortillas and vegetables. Having to endure the endless stares and leering from the male townsfolk.

Miguel, who ran the town's only market, was especially dreadful. He smelled like a donkey and made no effort to disguise his obvious lust. When she went to his store he stared openly at her firm breasts and well toned legs and thighs with eyes as big as saucers. What she saw reflected in them, the animal lust, made her want to turn around and go home. She could hardly stand his staring, but had no choice, as it was the towns only market. Life for Nena was hard, very hard.

She was born with a natural zest for life and adventure, but it was held in check by her responsibilities at home and her cultural upbringing. She had just turned eighteen, and like most girls her age was waiting for the day when she could be married and leave the house to start life on her own. She longed to be free, but knew that her mother counted on her and needed her, as did her little brothers and sisters. Her life was going nowhere and there was nothing she could do about it.

About the only thing that she could do was to go to the Elephant once a month, which was the pueblos local disco. It attracted mostly locals, but during spring break attracted the crazy gringos who tore into town like an out of control tornado, yelling and screaming. They oftentimes visited the Elephant to dance and pound down a few cold Cervesas.

The townspeople despised the gringos, but counted on their tourist dollars to help make ends meet, so they had almost free rein in town.

Towards the end of the month Nena spoke with her best friend Constancia about going to the Elephant that coming Saturday. They made plans to meet at the club in the late afternoon, when it was quieter and before all the gringos came. As Nena's parents were poor, dressing up for a night out was a simple affair as she wore basically the same peasant skirt and blouse, but spruced herself up with a little lipstick and clipped her thick hair back away from her face with a colorful, barrette.

Nena's mom walked with her to the door, "You have fun Mija. It's not healthy for you to work all the time." Nena smiled at her mom and kissed her on the cheek. Then she began the long walk into town to meet up with Constancia.

Nena found the club more crowded then she thought and was only able to find a seat at a booth for six where she waited for Constancia to arrive. She made herself comfortable and ordered a coke from the waiter. Fifteen minutes stretched into half an hour and still Nena didn't see Constancia. She began to worry.

At that instant a group of about seven young American men about her age approached her table. The tall, athletic one in front of the group asked her in broken Spanish, "Do you mind if we sit here?"

Nena appeared momentarily at a loss for words, but not wanting to appear unfriendly invited them to sit down. But rather than all of them sliding into the booth at one end of the booth, two of the men made her scoot over so that she was in the middle. Nena felt claustrophobic as if she was stuck in a box.

The tall man introduced himself as Mark and quickly introduced the rest of his friends. Mark called the waiter over and ordered a round of beers for everyone. Nena tentatively shook everyone's hand. Then feeling nervous and a little vulnerable, she tried to get up and leave, stating that she needed to go to find her friend.

Doug, the man on the other side of Nena who appeared a slightly drunken stated, with a slightly slurred voice in broken Spanish, "Just stick around for a beer. We just got done ordering a round for all of us."

"Come on, a beer or two won't kill you," slurred the man named Scott, another of the slightly inebriated gringos.

The waiter shortly arrived with a round of ice cold Coronas. Mark passed one over to Nena who shyly grasped the bottle, and took a small sip.

*** 2 ***

"Atta-girl. A little beer won't hurt you," Nena heard Mark say.

Over the course of time, Nena became aware that Mark and Doug had subtly pressed in closer to her, their legs firmly paralleling hers. She sucked her breath in nervously. Then Doug leaned in close to her and whispered, "Come on Nena haven't you ever drunk beer before?" He was close enough for her to smell his breath and catch his eyes as they quickly scanned her breasts, which jutted out firmly from the front of her blouse.

She drew back from him as he continued leering at her. From the other side of her, Mark caught Doug's eye and said good-naturedly, "Come on Doug, Cool it. Come on let's keep things cool okay?" as he nudged his friend under the table with his foot.

Nena glanced up, eyes furtively scanning the room for Constancia, but still didn't see her. She took a deep breath, where could she be, she wondered.

"I have an idea," Mark said, interrupting Nena's train of thought as he took another long pull of his beer, " Why don't we play a little language game before the band comes on?"

The others around the table nodded their agreement. Nena said in her broken English, "I don't do well in word games. I don't speak English really well."

Mark leaned in and said to her with a lopsided smile, "There are only two words you need to know in this game, truth or dare. Watch, you'll learn fast."

The waiter brought over another round of beers. Nena was not much of a drinker and declined the second beer. Mark gently, but firmly grasped her upper arm with his hand, "Nena, we're your new friends. You don't want to hurt our feelings do you?"

The rest of the men watched intently, waiting for Nena's reaction. She slightly flinched at Mark's touch. "I'm sorry...I just don't drink that much." She felt Mark's hand tighten subtlety on her arm. He continued to smile at her, but she saw his eyes harden slightly.

She felt light headed from the beers and out of her element. She knew that she should just get up and leave, but... Your being ridiculous she thought to herself, what could these gringos do to you in a bar with all these people around. Nena slowly exhaled and said slowly with conviction, "O.K. but this is going to be my last one. I have to find my friend."

Doug grinned and pushed a beer towards her. "Well, is everyone ready to start the game?"

Mark said, "O.K. Nena. You first. Truth or Dare."

Nena looked up at Mark nervously. She was aware his hands that were damp and clammy and on the back of her blouse was sticking slightly to her back. She clenched her fists to relax and put them on her lap. She didn't know what to say.

Mark said with thinly disguised impatience, "Nena, what do you want Truth or Dare?"

Nena took a nervous gulp of her beer. While she was thinking of what to say, she heard one of the men belch loudly. With her eyes staring at the table she said in a slightly lower voice, "I'll take Truth."

Mark turned slowly and said in a voice barely above a whisper, "Do you ever go without wearing a bra?"

Nena turned bright red with embarrassment. She had never had anyone ever ask her something so shameful, so wrong. Mark pressed on. "Well have you?"

Nena clenched and unclenched her hands. She felt Doug and Mark their legs pressed firmly against hers and the rest of the group suddenly got very quiet. She could feel the tension around the table. She continued to stare at the table, unsure what to do. Doug's hand landed lightly on her thigh and made her jump. She quickly pushed it away.

"Well?" he said, "Answer the question!"

Nena could feel her heart hammering in her chest. With a forced voice she said, "When I go to sleep...I don't wear a bra."

As if on cue Nena could hear all the men at the table exhale audibly as if they were holding their breaths. Nena felt so embarrassed. She felt the men stealing furtive glances at her prominent breasts.

Mark looked up at her with bright eyes, smiling broadly, "See Nena, I knew you could pick this game up quickly."

The game continued for a few rounds until it was Nena's turn again. She was almost done with her second beer, when she felt Doug take the glass she held and push a new one into her hand. "Doug, I don't want-" Doug cut her off abruptly. "Relax Nena. Aren't you having fun?"

Nena felt more light-headed then before, and her mouth felt slightly off kilter when she tried to speak. The guy sitting in front of her, a nervous, fidgety man, who she remembered had been introduced as John, was reaching under the table with his leg every few minutes and running his foot along Nena's slim legs. She tried to move away, but was pinned in by Mark and Doug.

She could barely move. She was frightened, but the soothing effects of the beer were helping to ease any feeling of vulnerability she had. It was John's turn to ask the question, "Truth or dare" Nena?"

Nena's mouth felt numb, like the feeling she got from the dentist when he gave her a shot prior to a dental procedure. She shifted in the booth trying to make herself comfortable. In a low, quiet tone she replied, "Dare."

John leaned forward on his elbows, nervously scratched his nose, "I dare you to take off your bra."

Nena was not prepared for the dare and sat bolt upright in the booth. Her hands clenched into little fists and her arms pinned to her sides tightly. She began to feel woozy, as if she just got up too fast after having laid down for a long while. She tried to respond, but couldn't speak. Her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton.

The men looked at her with bright eyes and flushed faces. The result of a lot of beer and the sight of the raven-haired Mexican beauty sitting less then five feet from them, beautiful dark eyes darting around the table like a scared bird, with her chest heaving nervously, her stiff arms held tightly against her sides, causing her large, round breasts to fill out her worn peasant blouse even more. Her nervousness accented her nipples causing them to harden slightly and due to their prominent size poke out through her bra and thin material of her blouse. Doug licked his dry lips as he caught Marks eye.

*** 3 ***

Through the fog Nena heard Mark say, "Well Nena, come on. You took the dare. Now you have to do it."

Nena felt sick to her stomach, how did she get herself into this mess, she wondered. She realized that she was drunk and that things were starting to get a little out of control. But again she thought to herself that things couldn't get so bad that she wouldn't be able to take control of the situation. She was in a bar for Christ's sake. A bar.

She looked up and saw the men staring at her intently. Their eyes glued to her every move. A couple of them shifted in their seats nervously, with anxious anticipation.

Feeling scared, but wanting to show that she was in control of the situation, Nena slowly moved her right hand from beneath the table and gently untucked the front of her blouse. The bar was quite busy and because the booth was situated towards the back, away from the main foot traffic, nobody paid any attention to what was going on.

Nena paused hesitantly, fear causing her to momentarily stop the movement of her hand. She heard one of the men cough nervously. Doug reached over and grabbed her hand, "Come on Nena. DO IT!"

Nena straining from all the tension started to get an anxious stomach and felt her heart fluttering with nervousness. She started to get up, "I have to go now... please."

Mark quickly grabbed her by her skirt and pulling her back down into the booth, softly hissed, "You wanted to play the game. You chose truth. NOW DO IT! Take off your bra!"

Nena started to sob realizing she was over her head. Staring at the table she stated in a trembling voice, "If I do it will you...please...please... let me go?" A single tear welled in her right eye and ran down her cheek.

"Sure," Doug said, his voice softening, "We're just having a little fun that's all. Now come on Nena, take off your bra. It's okay, it's only a game."

Nena was petrified, she knew that taking off her bra would just make things worse but they had said that they would let her go if she did it. They just wanted a cheap thrill. They couldn't do anything to her, she thought to herself defiantly. I'll show them.

She quickly wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. With her eyes staring at the table in front of her, she slowly moved her hand under her blouse. Her fingers followed the smooth contours of her tight, flat stomach to her bra. She fumbled around with the clasp holding the two bra cups together and deftly unhooked them. She reached for the shoulder straps, pulling them down and forward, the bra falling in a heap under her blouse. The round, hefty, globes, free from the constraining cups of the bra tumbled forward heavily.

Nena was aware of Mark and Doug's breathing, which had quickened. She looked up and saw the rest of the guys moving restlessly in their seats looking at her with longing, no longer caring whether or not she saw them staring, their gazes transfixed on her breasts, which free from the constrictive confines of the bra, clearly displayed her large dark aureoles and thimble sized nipples through the thin material of her blouse.

Nena knew the effect it was having on these men and shifted anxiously in her seat. She attempted to position her hands and arms in a way so that her breasts were hidden or at least less noticeable, but all she was able to do was bring more attention to herself.

She looked up at Mark with as much pride as she could muster, "Okay are you satisfied now?" She attempted to get up, her breasts pressing against the course material of her blouse. Mark again reached up and pulled her down roughly by the arm, causing her wince with pain. Nena started to hyperventilate with nervousness

"Calm down Senorita. We're just having a little fun that's all," Mark said with a smirk.

Feeling totally overwhelmed and humiliated over the events of the last hour Nena thought about screaming for help.

As if reading her mind, Doug said in a low voice, "Hey Nena, have you noticed that our waiter hasn't come back for a while now?" It slowly registered to Nena that not only was their waiter not coming over, but that the rest of the bar patrons, almost all of them locals, had their backs to their table, as if their particular group didn't even exist. The bottom of her stomach dropped out from the rush of adrenaline.

"You know how important tourist dollars are in this part of the world," Mark said with a slight smile.

Nena's face crumpled and she began to weep openly. "Jesus de su Christo what do you want from me?" Nena asked, her chest heaving. She again felt that man named John slowly stroking her leg with his foot. She tried to move away, but boxed in by Mark and Doug, she had no choice buy to endure the insistent stroking of her legs.

Doug shot a glance at Mark, "Well, how about modifying the game a little bit," he said good-naturedly.

Nena wound up and anxious began to cry again. Mark reached over and wiped the tears from her face. "It's okay," he said with superficial sincerity. "It's not THAT big of a deal. It's not like were going to do anything to hurt you. We just want to have a little fun, that's all." He slurred the last few words.

Nena took a few deep breaths and willed herself to calm down, to stop sobbing, to reel in the feeling of wanting to stand up and scream and scream and scream... The calming affect of the alcohol was dissipating and she was much more aware of her predicament and the power that these gringos had over her. If she played things right, maybe she could leave soon. She just had to be strong. Stay in control. That was the key staying in control. Where was Constancia?

"Nena, can I ask you a personal question?"

She looked up to see John staring at her intently. She bit back the tears, "What?"

"Well, I was curious, what kinds of things...turn you on?"

Nena looked at him quizzically, not understanding.

"You know...what gets you excited?"

*** 4 ***

Although Nena had been raised in a very strict home, she managed to slip out on occasion with some of the local Muchachos for walks in the town plaza. Growing up Catholic, she would have never even though about making love with someone, but she had let a couple of her steady boyfriends fondle her breasts through her blouse.

Against her better judgment, she had on one occasion, let a boyfriend slip his hand inside her bra, but became very frightened at the intensity of her feelings, when he began to touch the very sensitive nipple areas. She told him "No," several times, but he continued to fondle her. When he began to pinch and pull at her nipples ever so gently she felt a flash of heat through her entire body so intense that impulsively she had slapped him to make him stop, not wanted to explore the feelings that he had brought out in her. She was so uncomfortable with the experience, that she never let him court her again.

Her revere was broken by John's irritated voice, "Did you hear what I asked?"

Nena took a deep breath. Stay in control. That's what you need to do. Don't lose your head. She glanced around nervously around the table. The guys seemed to have even edged in closer then before. She felt like a slice of meat in the middle of a football huddle. She could feel the heat of their lust.

She swallowed her so as not to wretch.

"Before you answer, could you do us all a big favor and...sit on you hands," John said.

The others bobbed their heads in agreement. Mark licked his lips. She glanced at the gringos staring at her unashamed. Their eyes traveling up and down her body. She knew that she was totally at their mercy. Although she also knew that she was digging a deeper and deeper hole for herself, it was best to do what they said. It would end this humiliating nightmare that much more quickly. It had to.

Nena slightly raised her legs and slipped her hands under her firm thighs. Her breasts, no longer blocked by her prior maneuvering pressed against the thin top.

Doug fought back the urge to reach over and pinch one of her nipples. John pressed on, "Well, Nena, what excites you?" He said the last word in a lower register.

Nena wished the earth would swallow her up, anything to put an end to this misery. Nena lowered her head in shame. She thought back to the guy who was the first and last person to touch her that way. The thought brought about a sharp fear and on another level, a level she wasn't ready to explore...a heat inside of her.

She impulsively said, "When my nipples are...touched." She heard what she said, but could not believe that she had actually said it out loud.

The gringos looked at Nena surprised, not expecting such an open disclosure.

Nena's answer worked the gringos up another notch, emboldening them. "Would you like to have your breasts touched right now Nena?" John asked in a maddening matter of fact way.

Nena rocked quickly on her hands in nervous response, not sure what to do. She saw Mark and Doug tapping the table in front of her. The tension around the table, suddenly unbearable.

She burst out crying, her shoulders shaking. "Please...isn't this enough? Why are you.... torturing me like this?" She could barely get the last sentence out through her sobbing.

Without waiting for an answer John told her to keep her hands under her thighs and not to move them under any circumstances. Taking the initiative away from Doug and Mark, John motioned to them, his voice rushed and thick, "Each of you take hold of one of her tits. Let's see if Nena is telling the truth."

The men around the table watched everything unfold in front of them, the sexual tension, causing them to fidget like dogs on the scent of a fox, the smell urging them on, bringing out their animal instincts.

Mark and Doug quickly and eagerly reached under Nena's blouse, like children reaching for a forbidden piece of candy. They shifted slightly sideways to have full access to her full breasts. Nena clenched her eyes in shame. She felt Mark cup her breast and take her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He began to pinch and pull the nipple softly, and rhythmically. Doug took his hand out of Nena's top, generously licked one of his fingers and slowly inserted it back under her blouse, circling her sensitive nipple, round and round, with increasing pressure.

The stimulation caused Nena to suck in her breath, and made her eyes water. She fought the feelings that generated from the sensitive nipple area, the heat that was traveling through her making her faint. Her breasts hardened and a flush began to spread from her neck to her chest areas, causing her flawless, olive colored skin to darken further. Her nipples, stimulated continuously, stiffened, the dark brown nipples popping up in excitement.

The men were so tense with lust, that their faces were set like masks. Their eyes completely focused on Mark and Doug's manipulating fingers and Nena's flushed face, which was slowly losing its composure. Nena tried to think of her mother at home. Her little brothers and sisters, the chores that had to be done on her rancho, but...oh....she was slowly losing herself to the pleasure, the arousal, kindling a quiet desperation in her. Making her feel restless.

Desperately tying to stay in control, Nena attempted to grab at the manipulating hands under her blouse. Scott, another one of the gringos, quickly got down under the table on his knees and held Nena arms down by force at her sides. Mark and Doug encouraged by the reaction of Nena, continued the assault on her hard breasts, their fingers pulling, pinching, circling, pinching, cupping the large mounds, hefting them, squeezing them gently then roughly, making Nena whimper with both pain and pleasure, and then refocusing again on the hard, over stimulated nipples, pulling, pinching, circling, never letting up.

Nena's composure was beginning to unravel. Her upper torso jerked in tandem to the greedy fingers under her blouse. Her hair came loose from her barrette as she flayed her head from side to side reacting to the million pinpoints of pleasure/pain that she was being made to endure.

Her eyes were open, but half shut as if in a dream. She was continuously licking her full lips. She took her breathes in quick gasps. "Please...Please..." she panted "Please...stop!" She tried to fight them, to move away, but Scott's hands held her down helplessly. John face was flushed. Mark and Doug were unconsciously biting down on their lips, their own fevered lust at a boiling point.

Abruptly, Mark and Doug stopped and sat back. Nena deprived of the intense stimulation, but free of their fondling, groaned loudly, "Uuugh!"

Left alone she sat back, panting softly, her long black hair hanging damply against her cheeks. Her thimble- sized nipples hard and totally extended popped out of her blouse, which was dampened with perspiration. John's face was flushed with lust. He reached down to adjust his cock, which was totally engorged, thick and hard, straining the front of his pants, ready to split the pant legs in two.

Mark, Doug and the rest of the group were similarly aroused. John staring at Nena's tits straining against her thin blouse managed to choke out, "Maybe we should take this party somewhere else."

Nena looked up in alarm, her eyes widening. Her pleasure only a memory as a cold blade of fear worked its way through her stomach like a cold knife.

*** 5 ***

Nena felt goosebumps erupt all over her body and bit her lip to keep down her 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?" her voice warbly.

Doug turned slightly and looked at her greedily, his eyes taking in the full breasts straining against her blouse. Nena self-consciously tried to shift to get away from his probing eye, yet a part of her wanted more. Wanted more of what they had done to her. She felt like a smoldering ember. Her feelings caused her to feel confused and unsure of herself.

He said, "We really think you're a nice girl Nena and we want to show you the hotel where we're staying. It's a neat place and has every convenience," Mark smiled. "You can come up and at least see the place can't you?" he said.

Nena looked around the bar, but nobody would make 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. Maybe it would be best to go with them. A thought entered her mind. Why was she justifying staying with them? They were half drunk and crazy. She knew what could happen. What was she thinking? What was she doing?? There were more than ten of them and only one of her. She knew what they were all thinking. She saw the way they were looking at her. The way their eyes scanned her body over and over again when they thought she wasn't looking. Some of them not even caring, staring at her as if she was just a body with no soul.

Nena saw an image of her mother, her saintly mother in her mind. Walking to church together. Having a simple lunch of avocados and tortillas at home after the conclusion of Mass. She sat indecisively not knowing what to do. Immobile. She 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 Nena, 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. You are very attractive you know."

Nena felt like a schoolgirl, she looked away embarrassed.

John's cock was still as stiff as a barber pole. 'God she's hot,' he thought to himself. So...demure...innocent...what a fucking set of tits!' He tried to smile at Nena as sincerely as he could when she looked back up at him.

Nena looked at all three of them and at the rest of the group, "Well, okay apology accepted." She smiled at them shyly and dropped her head, crossing her arms across her chest protectively.

Mark and Doug quickly paid the bar bill and ushered everyone outside, "We're all staying at the Laredo 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 hadn't given 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 felt a momentary panic, but remembering how they had apologized, and their promise not to touch her again, she had gradually relaxed and continued walking with them towards the Inn.

"Actually no," Nena said, replying to Doug's question, "but I've heard it's a very comfortable place to sleep." The pleasantries lulled her into a false sense of security. These guys are okay Nena thought to herself. They're just a little wild that's all. I'll be okay.

"Yes it's a comfortable place to sleep," the comment caused Mark to think to himself, among other things. He, like John, was acutely aware of how his stiff cock was rubbing against his jeans, sustaining his hardness. He glanced over at Nena and watched her firm tits bounce lightly up and down as they made their way to the hotel.

The group made their 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 southwest 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 Nena?" 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 had 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. She suddenly thought of her priest, Father Idalgo and realized she had used poor judgment in coming to the gringos' room.

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 better 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 doorknob, adrenaline shooting into her stomach, and felt her arm grabbed from behind. "Wait a sec," 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 outburst 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 WE'RE 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 pulled herself together and looked up. Her eyes blurred by the tears, she could still make out the facial features of the 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.

*** 6 ***

Mark ran his hand lightly up and down Nena's leg. He felt her quiver in response. She sat rigidly on the bed, with her back straight, jaw clenched tightly. Her beautiful, almond shaped eyes were slightly puffy from her crying and her breath came in short brief gasps from her fear. Mark got down on his knees and looked up at Nena sitting on the bed.

The sight of her so vulnerable, with her large breasts clearly outlined against her pleasant blouse and her firm legs held tightly together aroused him further. He tried to appear as low-key as possible, although he was close to losing control of his lust.

Doug, John, Scott, and the rest of the guys were feeling similar things as he saw them out of the corner of his eyes adjusting their pants and shifting around in their seats to relieve the pressure when they thought nobody else was looking. They stared hard at Nena, taking in her beautiful face, her firm body, the impossibly thick, black hair cascading down her back.

Their red faces and rapid breathing betrayed their eagerness, their eagerness to see what she looked like disrobed, completely naked. They were barely holding themselves back, like a pack of wolves waiting for the right moment to pounce. Mark observed John unconsciously rubbing himself, his eyes bright.

Mark turned back to Nena, "You don't have to worry sweetie. We're not going to touch you, we keep our promises, don't we guys?" he said, looking towards his friends for acknowledgment to the testimony of his honesty.

Nena was so petrified with fear that she thought she was going to pass out from the anxiety. She became quite aware of all the guys in the room, their sexual heat enveloping her like damp smoke.

Mark went on "We were just curious...that's all...curious...to see what your tits looked like."

Nena started to softly cry again; her hands in her lap clenched tight, her eyes shut, little rivulets of tears rolling down her cheeks.

Mark reached up to move her hair away from her eyes. Nena flinched. "Please show us show us your tits Nena," Mark asked in an odd detached way.

Nena sat motionless, petrified with what was about to take place. She had never disrobed in front of a man let alone a group of men. Mark repeated, with more urgency, barely able to control himself, "Show up your fucking tits...come on...do it...show us your tits now!"

Nena knew that there was no way out. If she tried to fight they might really hurt her...or worse. Staring down at the floor, like a little pony with a broken spirit, she slowly reached up to the top of her blouse, her hands and fingers trembling with tension, and began to slowly unclasp each little button.

The sexual tension in the room was thick and moist. Even with the air conditioner on Mark felt beads of perspiration on his chest and back. Watching Nena's little fingers nervously trying to unclasp the buttons from their respective holes caused his already rock hard penis to start throbbing uncontrollably. He could feel the telltale wetness of pre-come bubble up to the surface of his cock. He adjusted himself, so he wouldn't stain his pants. His eyes continued to watch Nena's little hands slowly work their way down.

After unclasping the last button, Nena placed her hands demurely in her lap. Her blouse had opened slightly, and through the crack, they could all see the firm swell of her breasts.

Mark could barely talk, his mouth was so dry. Doug walked over and sat down in front of Nena. He said in a thick voice, "Peel the blouse off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor."

Nena had no tears left to cry, her fear and humiliation covering her like a second skin. She slowly reached up and peeled the top away from her shoulders, gravity causing the rest of her blouse to slide down her back. Slowly, her magnificent breasts came into view, each slip of the blouse showing more and more of the smooth contoured shape, the perfect roundness.

Doug sucked in his breath. He couldn't believe what was happening. John and Scott stared at Nena dumbfounded, like two complete idiots who never had seen a pair of tits before. That wasn't far from the truth.

Nena's breasts were large, at least 36 C's. Because she was so thin and petite, they seemed even bigger. They stood up proudly, hard and firm, with no trace of sagging. Her nipples were large, and dark brown. They still were slightly distended from the episode at the bar, and poked out from her chest like to oversized pencil erasers. The sight of her without her top was breathtaking and almost surreal.

Thoroughly humiliated and embarrassed, Nena crossed her arms, trying to hide as much of her ample bosom as possible.

"Put your arms down Nena," Doug commanded. "Better yet, put your hands behind you." The guys moved in closer, like a bunch of jocks maneuvering for position in front of the T.V. on Super bowl Sunday.

Nena pulled back in fear. Mark told her, "We promised you that we wouldn't touch you...BUT, we didn't say you couldn't touch you."

Nena looked up at him in confusion. He continued, "Do you still get excited when, YOU touch your breasts?" he asked.

The guys looked at her expectantly, shuffling their feet and shifting with anxiety. Nena was startled by what he was implying. She tried to control her breathing "Look, porfavor, don't make me do this...please..." her voice trailed off.

"Cup your breasts," Mark commanded with authority.

Nena hesitated like a deer froze by a pair of headlights.

"Do it...do it...you fucking bitch!"

Pushed into a corner with no where to go, Nena complied, slowly reaching up, and cupping each large, firm globe in her small, trembling, little hands.

"They're heavy aren't they" Doug said, his voice thick.

"Yes," Nena said, turning red with embarrassment.

"Move them up and down," said Scott, who had moved up closer to the action. Nena began to move them up and down, the round, heavy globes quivering.

"How does it feel?" John asked, his eyes resting on her prominent nipples as they went up and down, up and down over and over again.

Nena was red with embarrassment and continued to stare at the floor.

"Look up at us when you do that to yourself!" ordered Scott.

She looked up and tried to look Scott in the eye. Her eyes started to water.

"Answer his fucking question," he said a little louder, "How does it feel?"

Not knowing what to answer and not wanting to get into any trouble, she responded though choked sobs, "good...it feels...it feels good."

*** 7 ***

"That's good Nena, keep it up," said Doug licking his lips.

Mark could see that the constant hefting of her breasts were causing her nipples to harden and slightly poke outward. Suddenly, Mark had an idea. Abruptly he said, "Okay Nena, that's enough."

Nena put her hands down gratefully, her arms and breasts slightly sore from the constant manipulation. Mark suddenly said, "Nena grasp your nipples by your fingers."

"What?" she stammered.

"DO IT! Grasp your nipples!"

Nena hesitated, her stomach lurching violently.

"NOW DAMMIT!" Mark commanded.

Afraid to cause a scene, Nena ever so slowly reached up and grasped a nipple in each hand between her thumb and index finger, slightly pinching them. She bit the inside of her lip, trying desperately not to scream. Petrified of what they were going to do to her.

She waited for what seemed hours, but was only a few seconds.

John, Scott and Doug moved in a bit closer.

"Now," Mark said in a more gentle voice, "What I'm going to ask you to do is very simple. Apply pressure on each nipple and pull them up slowly. That's all you have to do."

Nena looked at him wordlessly, nervous about his request.

"That's simple enough isn't it?" he said encouragingly. The Gringos stared hard at her as Nena pinched each nipple a little harder and began to slowly draw her firm breasts forward. She heard the men suck in their breath. As Nena began to pull, the weight of her tits caused the nipples to pull slightly, eliciting an involuntary gasp from her.

"Go slow," Mark said noting her reaction.

As she pulled them farther forward the entire weight of her breasts hung suspended below the stiffening nipples. Unconsciously, Nena's breath began to quickly from her fear and the pleasure that was beginning to build up within her aching tits. The sweet pull was making her breath catch and the gringos could see her entire body stiffen and back arch in response to the heat generated that was spreading throughout her lithe body. Nena's nipples began to harden and elongate and she was aware that she was slowly losing control of herself. God I...can't stand this, she thought to herself. "Please...Please...don't humiliate me like this...I can't stand it" she groaned softly.

Scott and John continued to watch her as they licked their dry lips lustily. "How does it feel?" Scott said edging closer.

Nena's breathing was quick, and shallow. "It...it...it...feels good, but.... please... don't humiliate me any... more." She began to suck in her lower lip.

Mark knew she was losing control. The entire weight of her breasts were now suspended by her hard, stiff, elongated nipples. Perspiration beaded on Nena's brow and her chest.

"You must be getting hot doing that to yourself Nena. Are you?" he asked mockingly. "Do you want... more?" Mark hissed.

Nena tried to hold onto a shred of sanity, of reality, of what was actually happening to her, but her entire focus was on her nipples. That sweet pull, that incredibly pleasurable throbbing...she started to move her hips on the bed.

Mark motioned to Doug and Scott. "Hurry, get behind her on the bed." They quickly jumped up behind Nena, grabbing her arms away from her breasts. It took a second for her to register what they were doing. She began thrashing wildly, eyes wide, and sobbing "You promised...you promised...Oh God...no...please no..."

Scott and Doug managed to get her down on the bed, but she continued to struggle. They each held an arm down and quickly reached for her nipples, knowing very well the best way to control her. As if sensing what they were doing, Nena jumped up, managing to roll onto the floor, away from their probing hands.

Mark jumped in to help contain Nena, grabbing both her legs. They quickly subdued her and took her back to the bed. Nena was in hysterics, yelling and crying. In the tussle, her skirt came undone, lying bare, her beautiful toned legs and thin cotton panties.

Mark said harshly, "You can yell and scream all you want, but nobody is in the other suite. Besides that, these walls are made of adobe, and so thick nobody could hear you even if they wanted to."

Scott and Doug used the lull to quickly get Nena in the position that they wanted. Mark held down her arms and waved John over to hold down her legs. Scott and Doug quickly reached around Nena and grasped her breasts their nimble fingers quickly finding her hard nubs.

Nena tried to struggle, but it was no use. They both had a good grip on her nipples and were alternately pulling and pinching, pulling and pinching...Nena's struggles lessened and her tense muscles began to relax. Scott and Doug had managed to get Nena to lie down on the bed on her back and were maintaining their constant manipulations on her breasts.

Mark held Nena arms up over her head to give his friends full access to her large tits while a couple of the other gringos held down her legs. Nena's struggles continued to lessen and falter. After a few minutes of the continual ministrations, she gave up. She had no more fight left in her. Mark looked down at Nena's beautiful face. He saw that her lips were parted and her eyes lidded, her breathing rapidly increasing. Marks cock was straining, struggling for release.

With one hand still holding Nena's wrists above her head. He began to peel off his jeans with his free friend. His friends seeing him break the ice, wasted no time getting their clothes off too. On the bed Scott and Doug continued their sexual assault on Nena's heaving breasts. Pinching and pulling, pinching in pulling. Nena knew she should try to stop them...but... the feeling was exquisite. She was being torn between the value system her parents taught her and... the feelings she was getting from the gringos mauling her breasts.

Doug managed to get his pants and boxers off and Scott followed suite...Nena knew things were going to get REALLY out of control soon...she should stop them...a guttural moan passed her lips. Desperately she tried to work her way from under Scott. In panic, she suddenly realized that both of the gringos next to her on the bed had taken off her clothes.

She realized her folly, letting her lust, her repressed desires get the better of her. She began to plead and beg for mercy. For the guys, however, it was too late. The constant visual stimulation of the helpless Mexican girl, held down on the bed, defenseless, had pushed them over they edge. They were like a boat without a rudder. Things were totally out of control.

*** 8 ***

Scott bent his head down to kiss Nena, but was met with resistance, "Come on Nena, don't be so shy."

Nena tried to turn her head, but Scott was much too strong. She surrendered to his anxious tongue as it entered her mouth, his lips crushing her down into the bed. Doug reached down and began to stroke Nena's firm tummy in a little circles that grew progressively bigger. He reached her panties and slowly moved his hand over her Venus mound, feeling the thick hair bristle underneath his fingers. He felt her stiffen and moan in protest, which was drowned out by Scott's assault on her mouth, his tongue exploring deeply, silencing her. Mark boldly reached over and grasped her panties from either side pulling them down slowly down her long, dark legs. The cold air hit her vagina, causing Nena to renew her unsuccessful struggle to escape, but she remained trapped. When Nena was completely exposed, Doug ran a hand slowly and gently down her damp slit, the thick lips parting wetly. He felt Nena respond and undulate her hips unconsciously. He got between Nena's legs and slowly parted the thick hair of her vagina seeking her clit.

He paused to stare at the girl's gaping cunt, the moist lips distended and puffed up with arousal. He grasped each side of the fold and with his thumbs pushed up the hood exposing the throbbing button that was swollen up to the size of a small peanut. He blew a stream of cold air on her clit, causing it to shiver, He then opened up his mouth wide and blew out a stream of warm ear.

He felt Nena shift back and forth helplessly on the bed, pinned down by Scott's unrelenting weight. Mark tapped Scott on the shoulder motioning him to make some room. Mark's cock stuck out like a rocket, the hours of teasing and humiliating Nena engorging it like an over stuffed sausage, his balls aching and heavy with cum. He lay next to Nena on the bed and told Scott to turn her over so that she was facing him.

Nena again tried to struggle free, pivoting backwards to avoid having to face Mark, but was no match for Scott, who easily rolled her over to her side facing him, Nena's ass, round and firm jutted out, the crack of her ass leading to her the swollen lips of her vagina.

Nena knew she was in a vulnerable state and desperately tried to keep Mark at bay. She felt Mark placed his knee between her tightly held together legs, and apply a steady pressure.

"Come on honey," he said, "Relax," his voice tumulus, filled with blind lust, his stiff cock stabbing into her firm stomach, looking for her vagina, seeking release. Nena lay on her side, her heavy breasts pressing into Marks chest. Although she strained to keep her legs together, the constant pressure of Marks knee caused them to perceptibly give way, as the wedge of his knee worked its way forward.

As Nena's legs were slowly spread wider, Mark was able to bring more and more of his leg to bear down. Nena, held in position by Scott, was no longer able to bear the strain as her legs gave out. Mark quickly moved his leg up brushing her calf and thigh, until he reached her hairy mound. He slowly ground his knee into her wet slit and felt her cunt lips, warm and wet as he made contact with them.

Nena continued to thrash on the bread, breathing rapidly. Hysterically she cried, "Please...listen...I'll let you do anything you want...anything...but PLEESE...not all of you...not ..."

Scott again put an end to her cries as he again probed her mouth deeply with his mouth, effectively quieting her. Mark reached up between their connected bodies, taking hold of a breast and began the methodical pulling and pinching...pulling and pinching.

He felt Nena tense up, trying to get away from the fingers manipulating her nipple. Mark continued the assault on her breast, wearing her down. With his other hand he reached down to his engorged cock, guiding the swollen head towards Nena's wet hole.

Because of the angle, he had to scoot down to position himself to enter her. He thrust forward towards her passage, but only succeeded in brushing his cock across her wet slit, further stimulating himself. Causing him to groan inwardly. Guiding his cock with his hand, he stabbed forward again feeling the swollen head partly enter Nena's opening, but was frustrated by the sudden shift of her pelvis which inhibited his ability to work himself in further.

He reached around her back, balling his fist into the small area of her lower back, and pressed firmly, causing Nena to curve her back. She gasped, seizing the moment, he stabbed the rest of his swollen member into her, sliding half the length in until he felt the membrane of her hymen. God she's tight, he said to himself. He pulled out and then quickly jabbed forward busting her cherry, his entire cock sinking all the way inside of her, his balls slapping obscenely against her backside.

Mark felt her stiffen and gasp in surprise. Her cunt was impossibly tight, the warm wetness enveloping his hardness. He held himself still inside of her. Getting her used to the feel. She began to quiet down. Nena felt the cock inside her, its largeness, its hardness.

To her horror, she began to get aroused. She tried to maintain some dignity, come control, but her body betrayed her. On their own accord, her cunt muscles eagerly started to suck on the thick tool inside of her, urging it to move back and forth. She could feel Marks heavy balls on the red, puffed up lips of her vagina and imagined how swollen they must be. The amount of...cum that was inside them.

Realizing what she was doing, she valiantly tried to shake the images out of her mind. She shook her head rapidly back and forth to clear her head. Mark managed to stay in control although part of him wanted to just pump into her as hard and as fast as possible, just piston in and out of her like an oilrig.

Nena was fast being broken. He could feel her cunt muscles masturbating his cock and wanted to give in to the feeling. To feel the blessed release, the sensation of spurt after spurt of hot cum as it entered that impossibly hot and wet cunt of hers.

The thought caused him to quiver and move slightly. He felt the length of his cock as it was sheathed in Nena's tight hole. He clenched his teeth, fighting to maintain control.

Doug had spent the last few minutes watching from the side of the bed, his cock aching with pent up lust. He approached Nena's backside and began to slowly trace a finger up and down her ass crack, causing her to break out in goose bumps all down her backside. Nena began to whimper, realizing how vulnerable her backside was, but not able to move. Doug reached down to Nena's anus, which was slightly moist from her juices. He put a finger at her anal passage. Nena began to buck wildly, blindly with panic, moving back and forth, trying to stop Doug from violating her backside.

*** 9 ***

"Keep fucking still," Mark hissed at her, her thrashing almost causing him to lose the grip he had around her slim waist. He still didn't move, his hard cock buried deep inside her. He waited, marking time, making her suffer. He heard her pitiful crying.

"Please...Doug...Please...I beg of you...I beg of you...I've... had anyone touch... me down...there..."

Mark quickly reached up again to her sensitive nipples, pinching one between his thumb and index finger and began to pull it gently, insistently, stretching it, confusing Nena, causing her to moan, silencing her cries of protest.

Doug lubricated his index finger with her juice and slowly drew in a digit, entering Nena's tight ass. Her buttocks clamped down hard on his invading finger, desperately trying to keep it from entering any further. Doug applied more pressure, and slowly Nena's anus began to give.

Nena was reaching the point of exhaustion, both mentally and physically. She felt Marks cock throbbing inside of her and felt both panic and...a perverse pleasure. She bit her lip hard, trying to stop herself from thinking such horrible thoughts.

Doug began to move his finger in and out of her anus, loosening the tight hole. Doug heard Nena's breath catch. He looked up and saw her turn her side ways to look at him. Her beautiful eyes were swollen from her crying, but that in no way distracted from her beauty. Her long black curly hair was slightly damp, and spread out like a fan on the serape. The full lips were parted and intermittently she would bite down on her lower one nervously. Her neck and jaw muscles were taut with tension, and he could hear her ragged breathing.

From where he was, he could see Mark's fingers continue their assault on Nena's protruding nipples and the desired effect they were having on her body, her chest area coated with a fine sheen of perspiration, her face and chest area flushed.

Doug could wait no longer, his cock straining with pent up lust and desire. He scooted down, positioning himself at her backside, his throbbing organ seeking the tight orifice of her ass. Nena's eyes grew wild, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly, seeing, but not able to comprehend, her total violation.

Doug got on his side and put the head of his cock at the entrance to Nena's ass and gently started to push his way in. Although she was still incredibly tight, working the sphincter muscle with his finger had helped loosen her up. He slowly felt the bulbous head enter her opening. She gasped and laid down her head, sobbing softly. He continued to push, finding it difficult to proceed slowly, the anticipation of his orgasm urging him to go faster. He heard her moan.

With patience, Doug was able to work the entire length of his cock, inch by inch into her ass, until he was embedded fully inside her, and her sphincter tightly encircling the base of his rigid organ.

Mark could feel Doug's cock through the thin membrane that separated their two penises. Even if a gun were put to his head, there was no way he could possibly control what he was feeling, his rigid cock pulsating with an almost unbearable pleasure. Groaning, he started to move slowly, sliding the length of his cock until it almost slid out of Nena's tight hole and then pushing it slowly forward again, the sensitive underside rubbing repeatedly against the tightness of Nena's vaginal wall.

Doug picked up on Mark's rhythm as he began to slowly fuck Nena's backside, his down stroke causing his swollen testicles to slap audibly against Nena's, firm, round ass. Nena lay trembling between them, sandwiched, barely able to move, her vagina and ass repeatedly pummeled by the constant fucking of Mark and Doug.

Mark knew that Nena was getting more and more aroused, her vaginal secretions causing his cock to stroke into her more easily, causing him to pump into her faster, and harder. He looked up at her. Her eyes were now half open, lidded, and she was no longer crying, her breathing rapid and shallow.

The hours of sexual and emotional torture was too much for her and she finally broke. She felt the cocks inside her, hard and throbbing, in and out, in and out, their testicles slapping against her body, again, again and again. She realized that she was completely losing herself to their blind lust and tried to rein in her repressed desires. Through half closed eyes, she looked at Doug and Mark, their eyes closed, jaws clenched, oblivious to everything except the pressure building up inside them screaming for release. The stimulation of her breasts, cunt and ass, caused her stomach to lurch wildly, currents of pleasure washed over her, bringing her higher, closer to orgasm.

She closed her eyes, and began to slowly gyrate between the both of them, offering her body, guiding their pumping cocks into every intimate part of her. She began to breath heavier, almost hyperventilating, her breaths coming in quick gasps, her breasts hard and taut. She could feel the tide coming, coming coming ... dammit. She opened her eyes in alarm, suddenly realizing that neither of them had used a condom. She said with rising panic, "Wait, please wait, don't...don't come inside of me...pull out...It's dangerous...I might... get pregnant."

Mark, utterly focused on his quickly building climax heard the fear in her voice, causing him to pause in mid stroke, making his cock ache. His logical mind told him to pull out, and shoot his load onto her stomach...but he continued to pump into Nena, harder now, building speed. "I can't," he groaned through clenched teeth, "I can't...stop."

Nena looked at him in fear and disbelief, the thought of getting pregnant paralyzing her. A ball of nausea, rolled slowly through her stomach. She furtively tried to plead with him, "Please...Mark...pleeeeeeeeeeese. DON'T DO THIS TO ME!"

"Okay. he groaned, okay." He slowed down slightly, trying to maintain control.

"Oh no you don't," Nena heard a female voice say. She looked up and saw Constancia. Her eyes lit up in gratitude. "Thank God, you're here Constancia, please help me!" her voice strained with fear.

Constancia looked back at her with cold eyes. Nena's mind finally registered what she heard, but not able to believe it.

"Go ahead Mark. Don't hold back. Let yourself go," Constancia said sitting on the edge of the bed. Mark turned to face her, his eyes bright, face tense with excitement.

"It's going to feel so good when you shoot in her. Look at Nena's tits Mark, how big, large and firm they are."

Mark slowly looked up, his eyes feasting on Nena's firm, round globes, their nipples peaked and swollen. He groaned loudly and shook his head, trying to clear the image of her tits, those beautiful, firm orbs. He felt his cock inside Nena's tight hole, twitching uncontrollably.

Constancia pressed on in a low, sexy voice "Come inside her Mark, go ahead...do it!"

He was only a few strokes away from coming; his cock red, swollen and impossibly hard. Nena bucked savagely, but was firmly impaled and sandwiched between Mark and Doug.

Constancia pressed more forcefully, urging him on, "It's going to feel so great Mark, pumping your load into her. Picture it Mark. Picture it!" She added, her voice an octave lower, "Don't worry Mark, she won't get pregnant...it's okay. Mark...it's okay to cum in her, to shoot all of that hot sperm into her tight little Pussy."

Nena looked at Constancia, shaking her head with disbelief, desperately pleading, "Constancia, I'm your best friend, please don't do this to me," she began to sob softly.

The logical part of Mark's mind, knew that what he was doing was wrong. He knew that he should pull out, letting his cock unleash it's torrent of sperm on Nena's stomach, but...it felt so good...the incredible sensation he was feeling between Nena's spread legs. His mind was cloudy, confused...shit...but what if he did get her pregnant what then?"

Sensing Marks hesitation, Constancia suddenly reached over and cupped his swollen, cum filled balls in her hand, squeezing gently. Her other hand went to his backside, her middle finger sliding into his ass, seeking his prostrate. The effect was immediate, the sudden stimulation to Mark's testes and prostrate, pushing him over the edge, causing his cock to ejaculate uncontrollably.

Constancia timed the manipulation of Mark's nuts on his down stroke so that his spunk shot out of his cock deep into Nena's vagina.

Nena felt the initial spurt and shuddered, totally helpless. After the first powerful discharge of sperm, Mark tried feebly to pull out, but Constancia pressed down, applying more pressure to his prostrate while continuing to stroke and squeeze his nuts, causing Mark to unconsciously bury the entire length of his cock into Nena's swollen cunt.

Mark could feel his cock expanding and contracting rapidly, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into Nena's defenseless womb. He groaned loudly, feeling the quick contractions, the incredible pleasure eclipsing any thought of pregnancy.

Lying down her head in a complete state of shock, Nena felt Marks cock, buried to the hilt in her hole, as it released a torrent of warm sperm into her, flooding her insides, making her shiver in revulsion and fear. As Mark's cock twitched, releasing the last few drops of his sperm into her, she became aware of the quick pumping of Doug who was nearing his own orgasm.

She turned as much as she could to face him. His face was red and perspiring freely, he gripped Nena's pelvic bone, his buttocks, clenching and unclenching as he pistoned his cock faster and deeper into her backside. He suddenly arched his back, neck straining, "ARHHHHHH, Oh God...I'm Commmming" He groaned. He held his erupting cock deep inside her ass as the floodgates opened unleashing a flood of sperm deep into her anal cavity. He threw his head back, and shook it slowly back and forth, as his fluids coated her insides, again, and again, and again.

*** 10 ***

After depositing their respective loads into Nena, Mark and Doug slowly pulled out of her ravaged body, laying down on either side of her, their breathing quieting.

Nena lay still in the same position, weeping softly, her body shaking. Mark's sperm was slowly dribbling out of her swollen pussy. Her ass was slightly sore and distended from the furious pounding of Doug's pistoning cock, her anus coated with his warm spunk. Nena slowly turned her head to face Constancia. "Why, Why, would you let them do that to me?" her voice shaking with fear and hurt.

Constancia got up from the bed and peered down at her not saying anything. Her dark brown eyes a cold, bottomless pool. She said ruthlessly, "All my life I have had to play second fiddle to you. I've seen the way men look at you. To them I'm second rate. But no more, you puta, no more!"

Neon was stunned at her outburst. The other guys looked at each other, surprised at her tone, the depth of her rage.

"Tonight, I'm going to destroy any alegria you have left, and when I'm done with you, you'll be empty, a common "puta" and I will no longer have to look up at you, only down."

Constancia looked over at John who had stripped his clothes off to his boxers, his semi-hard cock making a slight bulge in the thin material. Constancia crossed her arms, her eyes glinting. "John what did you think of the little show?"

John shifted uncomfortably in his seat, but his eyes betrayed his feelings.

"Did you like watching this little Mexicana, how you say, get fucked?"

The bulge in John's shorts became noticeably bigger as his cock began to engorge. Nena sat up on the bed, gathering the serape around her naked body covering herself, her eyes fearful.

"Would you like a little taste of that John?" Constancia asked teasingly.

Nena said in a trembling voice, "Please...Please...Constancia...don't do this to me. Look...I'll do anything you want, but please, not intercourse, I'm ovulating right now... it's dangerous...you know I can't afford to get pregnant...you know how poor we are." She began to sob, her body shaking. She covered her face with the serape, wiping her watering eyes and the tears that were running unabashedly down her cheeks.

"Now, Now Nena, don't cry," Constancia said gently but mockingly, "I won't let John hurt you. You know that, BUT," she added, "Your going to have to do a little something for me. Something normal. Something that all of us do, but are sometimes afraid to admit to."

Nena look at her confused, not comprehending. Constancia sat gently on the bed and continued talking as she reached up and grasped the serape, pulling it gently, but with pressure, away from Nena's naked body. Nena's hand tightened protectively around the rough material as she tried to keep herself covered.

Mark and Doug who had gotten up from the bed to grab a beer looked on with John and the rest of the guys. John nervously started to rub his hands together, watching the drama unfold on the bed.

Constancia said softly, but with underlying menace, "Let go Nena. Cooperate with me...and I'll let you go home...I promise."

Nena looked at her disbelievingly, but knew she was completely at their mercy. She slowly let go of the serape. As Constancia pulled it away, Nena's body slowly again came into view of everyone in the room. She sat with her back to the wall, her beautiful legs bent and slightly distended, the slash of her vagina easily distinguishable between the thick hair at the juncture of her soft thighs. She crossed one arm protectively across her ample bosom, while with the other, she tried to block the view of her pussy from the riveted eyes of her tormentors.

She was mortified and shamed by what was being done to her, but she also found herself...on some level...a level she didn't quite comprehend...she was enjoying the humiliation. She just wasn't sure what she was feeling. Her inner feelings were confused and in disarray. "What do you want from me?" Nena asked, her voice tumulus.

"What? please...what?" Constancia paused, looking Nena straight in the eye "I want to watch you masturbate.

Nena looked at her with a shocked expression. She began babbling, "Constancia, pleeeese, not in front of the gringos...not in front... of...all of them... it's-."

Constancia cut her off in mid sentence. "Silence," she hissed, holding her finger to her lips for added effect. "Do you want John and the rest of the gringos here TO FUCK YOU, ALL OF THEM?" she said, her voice rising.

The thought of having to endure another man shooting his seed into her unprotected womb, was incomprehensible.

"ANSWER ME," Constancia said louder, almost yelling.

"No," Nena said, her voice low, resigned to her fate.

"Okay then. Sit up against the headboard, so we can all see you."

Nena slowly did as she was told, but tried to keep her legs closed, unable to fully follow the instructions. Her face red with embarrassment and shame.

"Now slowly bend your knees and spread out your legs. Show the gringos your pretty little Mexican pussy.

"Oh God Constancia..." Nena said starting to sob softly..."please don't make me do this!"

Constancia repeated her command and added, "If I have to tell you again, every single one of the men in this room is going to have his way with you any way he wants. NOW DO IT!"

Nena hesitatingly did as she was told, her legs slowly parting open, the outer lips of vagina, slightly puffy and pink, in clear view to all. John stared hard at Nena's still moist cunt, taking in the thick pubic hair, the swollen lips still slightly wet from Mark's sperm, which had partly leaked out. Nena felt the tension of the room increase.

"Show us your clit. We want to see how it gets when you get excited. Come on now...do it...show us." Constancia knew that Nena was becoming aroused. She knew from being her friend for so many years how submissive she was, how repressed.

Trembling, Nena reached between her spread legs, positioning the fingers of her hands over the pink hood. She softly pulled up, exposing the sensitive button. It was obvious that although Nena was petrified with shame, a part of what was being done to her was feeding her libido. Her cunt was noticeably wetter and her clitoris was a deep pink and swollen stiff. She put her head down in shame, not able to make eye contact with anyone.

John suddenly blurted, "Look up Nena. Look at me."

Nena slowly looked up at John, who was sitting less then five feet away on a rickety wooden chair, naked except for his shorts. His stiff cock was straining against the material, like some obscene tent. He smiled stiffly at Nena. Gazing at all that firm brown flesh. Willing himself desperately not to touch himself, but to wait for the inevitable. That's what Constancia promised all of them.

"Buen trabajo," Constancia said, "Now, take the finger of your right hand and stick it in your mouth. Suck it like it was a cock."

Nena raised her trembling hand to her mouth and inserted her finger in. She began to suck it as she was told, moving her finger in and out her full lips puckered around it.

"That's good Nena. Now with your left hand slowly tap your clit with your finger. We want you good and ready."

Nena took her finger out of her mouth and cried out beseechingly, "Please Constancia. This is so embarrassing. Please...please stop this."

"Put your finger back in your mouth. You will do what I say, or things are just going to get WORSE you little puta," Constancia said menacingly. "Tap your clit Nena!" Constancia said ignoring her request as if it never happened.

Nena was close to crying as she began to softly tap on the engorged button. As her finger began making contact, Nena became further aroused, each tap of her clit causing her body to jerk reflexively as if a wire was being touched to her skin.

Constancia sat closer to her. Demanding more compliance. "Take your finger out of your mouth and start pinching those stiff nipples. Come now puta. Pull them. Roll them with your fingers. Good now pinch them harder."

Nena struggled to follow her commands as Constancia barked out the orders. She pulled and pinched them and rolled them in her fingers as the other finger on her opposite hand kept it's steady tapping on her engorging clit. Her eyes were watering with shame at what she was being made to do, while her cunt was juicing up to the point that it was beginning to drip from the folds of cunt onto the mattress.

Nena paused in agony at what was happening to her, her body on the verge of explosions from the conflicting emotions going through her.

John looked on unbelievingly. The most beautiful Mexican girl he had ever seen stripped completely naked rubbing her clit with gusto, bringing forth her fluid. The scene was out of a porn movie, he thought. I wish she was sucking my cock right now...or I was fucking her.. he said to himself groaning inwardly. He felt himself stiffen further.

"Okay," Constancia said, "Your doing good, really good, keep it up. Don't stop." Constancia said viciously. "There you go. Back and forth, that's it," Constanica watched as Nena feverishly rubbed her clit. "Keep on looking at John," she said disapprovingly, when Nena looked away for a quick second. "Now start stroking your pussy. From one end to another!" Constancia barked.

Over sensitized by the self-stimulation of her clit, Nena jumped at Constancia's command. She quickly moved her hand to her vagina, her fingers glistening with her juice.

The gringos watched as her fingertips disappeared into the soft, pink folds. Nena stroked herself per Constancia's instructions, trying to convince herself that it would soon be over, that this nightmare would end. While the other part of her, the part of her she still didn't quite understand, was slowly falling under their collective spell. Consuming her total being. Nena was so aroused that she now longer was able to think clearly. All she was aware of the pleasure. The sweet pleasure of almost letting go...totally letting go to what she was, yet scared to face what she was becoming. The heat from her loins spread deliciously throughout her body. She became conscious of how her finger flowed through her juice, through the thick folds of her vagina, the wet lips parting before her traveling finger, the thick public hair becoming matted with her secreting fluids.

Constancia watched as Nena's breathing increased, her breasts slightly heaving from the quick intake of her breath. "Don't go any faster," she admonished, "Go slowly."

Nena softly groaned, "What are...you..you...doing to me?" her legs spreading a little wider. She tried to concentrate on Doug's eyes, which stared hungrily at her, darting quickly from her eyes, to her breasts to the finger stroking her vagina, a feast for the senses, a pleasure to be consumed at whatever the cost. Nena's nipples throbbed with desire. She could feel the rest of the guys staring at them...imagined what they must be thinking...what they wanted to do to her. They want to...fuck me...she thought to herself the thought no longer so sinful. She groaned louder.

Nena shook her head and tried to focus on his John's eyes, but...as she became progressively wetter and more excited she unconsciously glanced down at the bulge in John shorts. She forced herself to look at John's eyes, but her eyes kept on being drawn back to John's thick tool straining against the material of his boxers. She noticed the small wet spot. She looked up at him, her lips dry, her body trembling. He smiled back at her, face set, eyes bright.

Constancia, noticing Neon's rising excitement, said to her teasingly, "Do you want to see John's cock?"

"No" she said forcefully, tearing her eyes away to look at the refrigerator, aware for the first time the precariousness of this particular situation. Nena knew that she was walking a tightrope and had to...HAD TO...stay in control.

"Look Nena. Look NOW!"

Her eyes went back to John. She gasped. In the second she had turned around, he had quickly taken off his boxers, his thick cock protruding straight out, throbbing, a strand of pre-come dangling from the center. Nena continued to stroke herself, harder, torn by her emotions.

"Keep on looking at John's cock and pinch and pull your nipples harder Nena." "NOW!" Constancia commanded when Nena hesitated.

Nena quickly began to alternate between the two large, firm, tits, pulling and pinching them eagerly. The sexual tension within her, causing her to whimper and moan. Her body felt like it was on fire. The epicenter of her feelings was her throbbing lit that buzzed relentlessly as she teasingly stroked it fingers. She was close to orgasm, her eyes mesmerized by John's thick organ, bobbing relentlessly, fully engorged.

Constancia knew that Nena was close to coming. She could see it in her flushed face and in the way she kept licking her dry lips. Cunningly she asked, "Do you want John to fuck you Nena?"

Nena continued to stare at John's cock, her body screaming for the blessed release of orgasm. She thought of mass, her priest Father Idalgo...she whimpered, "No, No I don't."

"Pinch your nipples harder Nena and increase the tempo of your finger," Constancia barked like a drill sergeant.

Nena followed the commands, shaking, her fingers grasping and pulling her nipples out from her big tits, each sweet pull making her weaker and wetter. Her eyes feasted on John's thick, heavy cock, her mind a ball of confusion.

"Can you just imagine what it would be like to have John inside of you right now?" Constancia asked slyly. "Don't talk like that," Nena said whimpering, her breathing ragged. "It's wrong. Love is for marriage." She thought what it would feel like to have John just slam himself into her. Fill her. Her will slipped a notch.

Nena suddenly said in a child's voice, no longer able to control her repressed desires, "I need...I need to come...so bad.."

"You may," Constancia replied like a matron. "IF, you let John fuck you."

"I can't Constancia, you know I can't!" Nena replied between breaths while she continued to fondle herself.

Constancia knew she Nena was weak and would settle for anything. Would believe anything, anything to feel that rush of relief of complete fulfillment. "Well just put the head in? Is that okay." Constancia asked soothingly. "That won't hurt now will it? Just the head of his hard cock, that won't hurt right?" She was trying to convince Nena that it was the best thing for her to do, as she walked over to John and led him over to the bed. Nena didn't know what to do or what to believe.

She just knew that she had to...had to come. Faltering, her words lacking conviction, she said, "Okay but please...just the head O.K. Constancia. Please just the head. Promise?"

Constancia motioned John to come closer. He got on the bed and positioned himself between her full stretched out legs, his cock twitching, throbbing with tension. "Look at it Nena. Look at it!"

Nena stared hard at John cock dangling just a couple of feet away. She moaned. Her nipples, elongated, impossibly stiff, protruding outward defiantly. She began making little mewing sounds as her finger sloshed through her drenched slit like a hot knife through butter. "Just the head," she repeated in a soft voice.

"Just the head of his cock. It'll feel really good. You just wait and see," Constancia said slyly.

As Nena's hips began to twitch back and forth signaling the beginning of her orgasm, Constancia quickly reached down yanking Nena's fingers away her vagina. Nena lay back hard against the headboard, chest heaving, her vagina, red, swollen and impossibly aroused. She had been only a couple of strokes away from coming, just a few more strokes. Nena groaned in frustration.

Constancia directed two of the gringos to hold her hands away from her body and above her head to keep her from reaching orgasm. "It's obvious you need to come Nena," Constancia said soothingly, taking in her fevered body, the elongated, protruding nipples, the sheen of perspiration covering her face, and upper body.

As Constancia hefted the heavy organ she said, "We'll rub it against your clit...you'd like that wouldn't you? That would be okay wouldn't it? You're close to getting off anyway, just a few strokes of this cock should do the trick. That's it...relax...good girl" Constancia said pleasantly, talking to Nena like a doctor trying to get a little kid to accept a shot. Nena whimpered softly, eyes half closed.

She slowly edged down, spreading her legs. She moaned, slightly hesitating.

"Don't worry Nena, only the head, look, I'll guide it myself."

As Nena looked down, she could see John kneeling between her spread legs.

Constancia began to rub John's stiff rod sensually up and down Nena's cunt. Nena nervously watched for a few seconds, but slowly laid her head back, lulled by the steady pressure, the thick head traveling slowly up and down her slit, the bulbous head, spreading the swollen vaginal lips, making contact with her clitoris, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her.

As Constancia methodically moved John's ridged organ up and down her slit, she began to breath heavier, her repressed orgasm, quickly building. Constancia continued to hold John's ridged organ by the base, letting the swollen, purple head, work its insidious sexual magic.

Constancia watched Nena's excitement build, her eyes closed, her head shaking back and forth on the bed, flaying her long black hair from side to side. Her tight stomach and long, beautiful legs trembling, as she began moving her hips, nearly reaching orgasm, Constancia purposely let go of John's ridged organ. John realizing this, quickly rammed his throbbing member all the way inside of Nena's drenched hole, filling her completely.

Nena opened her eyes in surprise, gasping audibly, losing her concentration, her body begging for sexual release, but not able to regain the rhythm. Nena panicked and shifted up and down to throw off John who was pumping into her with long, measured strokes. His face buried in her soft neck, muffling his cries of pleasure.

Constancia looking flushed, and the rest of the gringos sat back on the bed to watch the conclusion. Under John's oppressive weight, they could hear Nena's muffled cries, which excited them more John, began to pump into Nena faster, burying his thick member to the hilt. He put his arms around her slim waist, bringing her forward in order to pump into her more deeply.

"Don't cum inside. I ...beg of you...I'm ovulating."

John grunted.

"Please!" She began to wail hysterically. "Jesus de su christo...no!"

Suddenly, John stiffened. As hen started coming, he hugged Nena close to him muffling her cries of protest. She tried her hardest to shift her body up so that his sperm would squirt onto the serape but he was much too strong. His body kept her legs spread wide and the rest of her body firmly on the bed. She had no leverage.

Her large breasts pressed tightly against his chest as he discharged more of his pent up spunk into her. John clenched his ass muscles tightly again and let out a loud groan of satisfaction as his cock erupted again for the third time, spewing forth another load of his male seed, the swollen sack unloading all of its cargo into Nena's fertile hole.

Nena, shuddered for a full minute as she felt John's load enter her, completely powerless to do anything. As she just had to lie there she and feel the warm stickiness making it's way down deep inside of her, entering her womb. She began to cry.

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