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Thank you. -------------------------------------------------------- Nena and the Gringos (Fdom/M+/F, nc, inc, beast, hum) by SOTB1 (sotborder@yahoo.com ) This story deals with a submissive Mexican girl who is manipulated, and then blackmailed into having sex. Ultimately, she discovers that she enjoys being put into con-consensual sexual situations and being humiliated, although she tries hard to be the moral, God fearing Catholic she was brought up to be. Themes in this story include, N/C, incest, humiliation, spanking, bestiality and group sex. I originally started this story in 1996. It was my first foray into writing erotica and although I was happy the way the story came out, I felt the entire story needed some polishing up, more detail, while retaining the essence of the original idea. I've gone through all 20 chapters and added bits here and there where I thought they were needed. Some feedback would be nice and if someone has an idea they would like to expound on within this particular facet of erotic expression please feel free to share. I'm also interested in seeing this story put to film. I think it would be an incredible feast for the eyes with the right cast, and director. If someone has good contacts in the industry and are interested in bringing the story to film, drop me a line... Enjoy. ********************* Nena and the Gringos ********************* *** 1 *** Nena was born and raised in the small portside pueblito of San Miguel, Mexico. As the oldest daughter in a family of twelve, there were certain responsibilities that she had to take care of, which left her little time for social pursuits. 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. *** 11 *** John thrust himself into Nena hotly, shooting the last load of his potent spunk, sending chills of pleasure up his spine and causing him to moan involuntarily. He lay in a heap on top of Nena, her hard breasts poking into his chest. He slowly rolled off of her still body, still slightly panting. Still sobbing softly, Nena turned over, and grabbed a pillow. She laid her head down, her sobs muffled by the feathery down. Constancia reached over and softly stroked her back. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" She said cruelly. Nena's sobbing turned into crying. She replied, in a choked voice, "Please Constancia...what did...I do...to deserve this? What?" Her body began to shake as she began to cry harder into the pillow. Constancia looked at her quietly for a moment and motioned to the rest of the gringos. In a matter of fact tone she said, "Who still needs to come?" The rest of the men looked at Nena eagerly, like little kids being offered a tasty treat. They circled her and moved in closer. Nena felt the bed shift as they sat down. She quickly sat up, eyes wild, darting back and forth nervously like a caged animal. She began whimpering, "No, God no, please...not...any...more" She began to hyperventilate, her breathing causing her heavy breasts to bounce on her chest, further exciting the rest of the gringos. Constancia looked at her sternly, "Sit on the edge of the bed," she said forcefully. "Please...please...Constancia." Nena said in short, choked sobs. Constancia gently grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her forward insistently. "Come on now, to the edge of the bed. Good girl." she said softly. Nena reached up and grabbed the headboard, trying to keep from getting pulled. Constancia suddenly let go. "If you don't come to the edge of the bed on your own free will, I'm going to leave, and won't be responsible to what happens afterward." Nena didn't move. Constancia slowly got up to leave. "Okay, it's your choice." Nena began blubbering, her stomach felt like it was in her throat. "Okay, okay Constancia I'll do what you say," she said, the tension of the last several hours causing her voice to break. Nena began to slowly scoot forward sitting at the edge of the bed as Constancia had commanded. She looked up to see the rest of the gringos, naked, their heavy cocks stiff and red. They inched in closer. Two of the Gringos, then men Nena knew were called Matt and James walked forward, their faces set, almost grimacing with sexual tension. Constancia said, "Okay Nena, reach up with your hands and start stroking them. Make them cum." Nena tried to block out what she was about to do, what she had to do, as she slowly reached up and grasped each of the hard cocks in front of her feeling them buzz in her hand with an almost electrical intensity. She clutched each of the cocks around the sensitive head area and slowly began to stroke them, her little hands going up and down the shafts. Back and forth, back and forth. Nena's smooth stroking brought their pre-come quickly to the surface, which helped lubricate their hard poles, helping her little hands to glide easily from one end of the shaft to the other. Both of the Gringos unconsciously arched their backs, their breath quickening with their building excitement. Nena looked at her hands, watched the way the soft, sensitive, foreskins moved when she stroked them, furling and unfurling, under the sensitive head area. She glanced up at their faces, glazed with a sheen of perspiration, their eyes wide and blank. She noticed their hands clenching and unclenching nervously at their sides and could hear the quick intake of their breath as their excitement grew. Aware that she was becoming aroused from watching their increasing excitement, she began to stroke them faster, urging on their climax. Desperately, trying to get them off, so she could attempt an escape and end this nightmare. Matt looked down at Nena's hand as it slid up and down his hard shaft. He could feel the cum bubbling in his heavy sack. He looked quickly at the other guys on the bed who sat staring at his hard dick as it was manipulated by the beautiful Mexican girl sitting in front of him, her large breasts thrusting forward from her chest, impossibly full and round. He felt that he should be embarrassed, getting jerked off in front of his friends, but... Oh God. He stiffened and arched his back as his orgasm hit. He reflexively reached down to one of Nena's nipples, causing her to cry out, and began to squeeze and pull it, as the first jets of sperm shot out of his cock. Nena wasn't prepared when Matt began coming, long sticky threads of cum shot out of his cock like a miniature cannon, the warm spunk striking her face. She gagged when she felt some of the warm sperm hit her lip, the salty goo causing her to wretch. "Keep on stroking him until he's finished," she heard Constancia command. Nena shook her head in revulsion, but did as she was told, pistoning Matt's cock back and forth in her hand, the remainder of his load coating her breasts and hard nipples. As his cock softened in her hand, she turned her attention to James, squeezing his balls, and maintaining a steady pressure and rhythm, urging him to cum. She clenched her teeth. I can get through this she thought to herself. I can get through this. Constancia had noticed Nena's discomfort when Matt coated her face with his seed. Saw her swallow the bile that rose from her stomach, which had caused her eyes to water and tear. Constanica leaned forward towards Nena. "This time," she said slowly "We want you to swallow the sperm...all of it...every drop!" Nena let go of James, making him groan in disappointment, looking at Constancia in a state of shock. She began begging, her voice shrill, "I'm going to vomit... No Constancia... Please...dear God NO!" Constancia got up and went to the side of the room opened a closet door that had been slightly ajar. From her angle, all Nena could see was a steady red light. Nena felt like she had been doused with freezing cold water. The sudden shock caused her to lose her breath. She became very dizzy and almost passed out from the horrifying discovery. Constancia smiled thinly at her. "What do you think your papa would do, if he knew what a little puta his daughter was? Do you think he'd be happy?" "You have everything on tape?" Nena cried in shock. She shook her head slowly back and forth unbelievingly. "Constancia, that would destroy my father, my family... you wouldn't do that...would you? Do you want to destroy me that bad?" Her body convulsed as she began to cry loudly. She hugged herself, shifting back and forth on the bed. Not believing the horrible nightmare was real. Constancia looked at her with no mercy. "Well my little puta...if you swallow this man's sperm maybe we can make a deal. eh?" Nena knew that there would be no deals. She was completely at Constancia's mercy and would do anything to keep her from showing the tape to her parents. It would kill them and completely destroy her reputation. She breathed deeply, centering herself, trying to regain some control. It can't go much further she thought to herself. What else could they possible do to me. How else could they humiliate me. Nena looked up and saw James's cock a foot away. He smiled and walked closer to her, holding out his stiff member like some grotesque present. Constancia and the rest of the gringos, looked on expectantly. Nena slowly reached up with both her hands and grasped James cock . She began to stroke and counter-stroke him slowly, causing his cock to throb. He slowly inched closer, until his cock was a couple of inches away from Nena's full lips. Nena slowly and hesitantly opened her mouth and guided the shaft in, the width and hardness stretching her lips and mouth. "That's good puta," she heard Constancia whisper cruelly. "You just suck that cock until it shoots a nice thick load, and your going to swallow everything. Every little drop." Nena fought down the bile that was threatening to boil over from her stomach. Nena heard James groan, as she began to twirl her tongue around the sensitive helmet, even without experience, instinctively knowing what to do. She flicked her tongue quickly under the head, causing James's breath to catch. With her hands, she continued to stroke the shaft and began to manipulate the full sack with her fingers and hands. James reached down to Nena's full breasts, and began to knead and stroke the firm orbs, as she continued to suck and stroke him. Nena groaned involuntarily. As his excitement grew, he started to pump his thick pole into Nena's mouth, causing her to gag. Nena had most of James cock in her mouth, when he grabbed her thick hair lodging himself deeply into her mouth as his orgasm started. Nena felt the first contraction and a second later the first spurt of spunk as it hit her tongue. Thinking about the tape and what Constancia said she would do, she sucked hard on the cock bringing forth the warm fluid. As James cum filled her mouth, she swallowed quickly, being careful not to let any drip out of her mouth, the warm sperm traveling down her throat, leaving a salty trial in its wake, causing her stomach to rumble in protest. Constancia and the gringos watched lustfully as Nena continued to squeeze the sensitive sack bringing forth every drop of fluid, swallowing it silently, her throat contracting with each large gulp. Her cheeks bulged with the excess sperm straining to escape the tight confines of her mouth, but her quick swallowing kept any from dribbling down her lips. James held her head tightly as his cock jerked inside of Nena's tight mouth, spewing it with sperm. Nena held on determinedly, her lips wrapped tightly around the thick pole in her mouth, her tongue licking his pole like a lollipop, and sucking it dry. As his orgasm subsided, James pulled out of Nena's hot mouth with a low groan, his organ flaccid, a long strand of seed dripping from the tip. Nena sat silently on the bed, naked, eyes red and swollen while Matt's spunk dried on her firm, brown, skin. *** 12 *** Nena stared down at the ground on the outside of the Inn saying nothing. She was dimly aware of the gringos talking to Constanica, but she could not make out what they were saying, the events of the last few hours leaving her bewildered, almost shell-shocked. She knew that she had been violated, forced to do things that in a million years she would never have initiated on her own. Things that only a whore would do, not a clean, innocent, church going, God fearing Catholic, Mexican girl. Her body hurt and she was tired. So tired that all she wanted to do was lay down and sleep. She was also aware that through the haze of exhaustion her thoughts kept on going back and reliving the horror of being held down against her will on the bed in the inn, being made love too, no...being fucked...that was the right word to use...being fucked...with everyone watching. Not being able to move. Powerless. Controlled. Nena felt a sudden emptiness in her stomach, an emptiness that both hurt and brought forth pleasure. That made her aware of being a woman. A woman with wants and needs. She felt a tingle rush through her that made her stomach drop. She shook her head back and forth quickly, confused. What is going on she thought? What is going on with me? Nena was suddenly aware that Constancia was at her side looking at her mischievously. As if she was planning something. Nena shuddered nervously and looked up to see the gringos standing around her grinning at her openly. Nena was nervous with anticipation, but of what she wasn't sure. She just knew that they were going to do more things to her. Things that shamed her, humiliated her, make her cry, bring forth pleasure, make her wet, and leave her feeling more and more as if she were no longer in control of herself. They would make her feel like she was their toy, a toy for their pleasure. Another shiver passed through her at the thought. She shook her head defiantly, determined not to think wrong thoughts. Sinful thoughts. Nena was surprised when the gringos suddenly said bye to Constancia and walked back into the inn, a couple of them glancing casually at Nena, feasting in her beauty. Mark couldn't help himself and as he walked by Nena, he casually ran his had across her breasts and softly pinched one of Nena's nipples making her moan softly. Constancia noted her reaction and smiled. After the gringos had left she said in a very friendly tone, "Why don't we stop off at the store and pick up some groceries. It'll be a nice surprise for your mother." "But we don't..." Constancia cut her off quickly, "Come on, at the very least we'll be able to say hello to Miguel." Nena's breath caught in her throat, "I hate that man. He is a pig. I don't want to go there if there is no need to," she said defiantly. Constancia tapped her purse and Nena could hear the tape rattle inside. "Are you sure you don't want to go and say hello?" She said with a little smirk. Nena composure changed abruptly. She became very passive, not wanting to push Constancia into creating more problems for her. Maybe if I'm nice to her she'll change her mind she thought. She can't be that cruel. She just can't! Nena could feel her anxiety increase as the girls got closer and closer to the store. Right before they entered, Constancia said point blank, "Take off your bra and panties before we go in." "W-WHAT?" Nena stammered, "Somebody might see!" "Not if you're quick you little puta, now do what I say!" Nena quickly reached under her blouse and unhooked her bra, causing her sore breasts to tumble outward although they were so firm that it still appeared as if she had a bra in place, except for the tell tale sign of her nipples visible through the fabric. Nena paused uncertainly, close to panic. "Your panties too. If I have to repeat myself again you really are going to be sorry. Understand?" Nena shaking with fear reached under her skirt grasping the sides of her cotton panties and pulled them down her shapely legs. "Here give them to me, I'll put them in my purse for safe keeping," Constancia said, smiling. Nena handed Constancia her underwear reluctantly, not liking the look she was giving her. "Well," Constancia said, holding the door open for Nena, "Let's go inside." Nena shivered nervously as she walked through the door. As soon as they entered, Miguel the storeowner came over to them. "Can I help you?" he said with a wide smile. His yellowed teeth looking like a row of rotten corn kernels. Nena could smell him almost as soon as they walked into the store. He hasn't taken a bath for a week she thought to herself. The tee-shirt he had under his overalls was a pale gray, and the rest of his clothes were old, wrinkled and full of stains. She unconsciously crinkled her nose. Constancia replied, "Yes you can, we need a loaf of bread and a few other items." "Come this way," he said, his beady eyes covertly scanning Nena's chest as he directed the two young girls to the back of the store. He wrung his hands together nervously as they walked to the back. Nena could see that Miguel had noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She nervously tried to avoid meeting his eyes. Constancia lightly touched Nena's arm. "Can you bend down to see if that's the bread we need?" "Yes," Nena said, surprised, "that's the brand we eat." "You better bend down to make sure," she said more forcefully. Nena looked at Constancia pleadingly. Constancia stared back at her, tapping her purse as she did so. Nena bent over quickly to inspect the bread, gravity causing her blouse to open up exposing her full breasts. Miguel's breath caught as his eyes swept over the full mounds and dark nipples. Nena quickly jerked up when she realized that Miguel was staring at the exposed mounds. He smiled innocently back at her, his putrid breath, causing her to back away. Constancia looked at Nena, "You better check that brand again, but this Time take your time and really check. We wouldn't want to buy something that your mom won't use." she said, smiling thinly. Miguel looked at both of the girls with a quizzical expression. Not quite sure what was going on. Constancia looked at her expectantly. Nena could feel herself shaking and the perspiration beading behind the back of her neck. She bent down again, obviously nervous. As she bent down, she could feel Miguel's eyes feasting on her nakedness. Staring hungrily at her. She was petrified to look up. Afraid of what she would see reflected in his eyes. Miguel made no effort to hide his peeping. A quick glance at Constancia, who was standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, confirmed that Nena would do anything she was told. Miguel felt dizzy. Giddy with sexual excitement. It had been years since he had seen such a magnificent pair of tits. So beautifully round and firm. He felt a stir in his loins. Every time Nena said that she though she had the right bread, Constancia told her to check again, further humiliating her. Nena was overcome with anxiety and felt like she was going to faint. She bit her tongue to keep herself from crying. Constancia casually glanced over at Miguel who was staring unashamed at Nena's exposed breasts. The bulge in his soiled overalls as obvious as a giraffe trying to hide among a group of tree stumps. After repeatedly having Nena recheck the bread, Constancia finally said, "Okay," I think your right. That is the right brand." Nena stood up unsteadily, her legs, thighs and back sore from bending down repeatedly. She unconsciously stretched trying to relieve the chink in her back. Doing so, caused her full breasts to press hard against the thin material, making the nipples pop out. Miguel stared hard and longingly at her, as she displayed her magnificent endowments. Nena looked up and saw Miguel's mouth hanging open like a broken cellar door, suddenly realizing how she was further contributing to the situation. She quickly stood up, crossing her arms across her breasts protectively. She stared down at the floor. Not sure what to do. Miguel shifted his feet back and forth. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he said, stuttering. "Yes" Constancia replied, pointing over to the shoe rack, "Nena needs some new sandals. Right Nena?" Nena looked at Constancia in horror. Don't you know I don't have any panties on? she wanted to scream. Nena glanced down at Constancia's purse. Her eyes began to water. "Yes," Miguel replied, his lustful urges emboldening him. "Come right this way Nena, and let's see what we can do for you heh?" His grin caused Nena's body to break out in goose pimples. She quivered. Her frazzled nerves on anxiety overload. As he led her to the rack, he made no effort to stop his staring. His eyes glued to her chest. He was not even making a slight attempt to show some finesse. He knew he didn't need to. Constancia followed close behind. Miguel faced Nena, "We better measure your feet to make sure that we have the right size okay?" he said pleasantly. Nena could only stare back at him numbly, aware that contradicting what he said would only continue this horror. Miguel sat Nena down on one of the stools that lined the wall. Nena stared at the opposite side of the store, petrified. She sat like a statue, hands clenched in her lap. "Relax" Nena heard Constancia say. Put your hands at your sides. You're going to get some new shoes. You should be excited," Constanica choked back a mean chuckle. Miguel took one of Nena's legs and pulled it forward. He couldn't believe how well proportioned and toned they were. He ran his hand down the well-defined calf, feeling the smooth softness. He felt her stiffen in response. Miguel's eyes traveled up her leg to the smoothness of her thigh, his eyes not being able to see beyond. He could feel his heart tripping in his chest like a jackhammer. He slipped on one sandal and then took hold of her other leg. He felt his cock press hard against his pants. He looked up at Nena who sat impassively on the stool, her beautiful face betraying her fear and humiliation. He could see her trembling. He glanced down again at her sweet breasts. His breath caught. He licked his lips that had suddenly become very dry. He looked up again to the juncture of Nena's legs, and could make out what looked like pubic hair. He felt like his stomach was in knots. He spread Nena's legs a little wider, wanting to see more. Nena whimpered, "Please Miguel, you know this isn't right. You've known me since I was a little girl. How can you do this...do this to me" her voice cracked and she began to sob. Constancia walked to the door, sliding the curtain across the window, and turned the sign to Closed, not wanting to have anyone interrupt. Miguel spread Nena's legs a little wider, causing her dress to ride up higher on her firm thighs. Her legs were open enough so that he could see all the way to the hairy mound. He swallowed hard, his eyes roving up and down her pussy. The sweet pussy in front of him only a few short inches away. Constancia walked up to them. She said to Nena, "Scoot up on the stool a little bit, so Miguel can fit your other shoe." Nena continued to sob. She felt adrenaline flood into her stomach, making her feel sick. "Please Constancia, please...don't do this to me." Her face crinkled up as she broke down crying. Constancia slowly reached down and slid her hands into Nena's top, getting a firm hold on the full globes. Nena gasped in surprise and shock as Constancia deliberately took hold of Nena's nipples and pulled her forward, causing the sensitive aureoles to pull with pain/pleasure. "Please come forward like I asked," Constancia hissed softly. "Stop it Constancia, please...stop" Nena whimpered, her tears leaving thin streaks across her cheeks. As Constancia gently pulled, Nena had no choice but to move forward on the stool, her dress riding higher. "There you go my little puta," she said letting go, her eyes bright. "Now don't you dare move." Nena sat immobile trying to detach herself from what was happening to her. She tried not to think of her nipples, which were still tingling from Constancia's pulling. Nena's vagina was less the five inches away from Miguel. He was so overcome with excitement that he looked like he was in shock, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. Nena was eighteen and a woman at her physical prime. The slit of her cunt was ringed with a thick thatch of pubic hair that barely hid the thick vaginal lips. Her entire cunt bordered by her firm, velvety smooth thighs that contrasted nicely with the furry mound of her womanhood. Miguel edged in closer. He reached up slowly with anticipation and parted the thick hair, his callused hands shaking. He could feel Nena's breathing quicken in fear. He followed the soft, slightly moist lips up to the top of her slit and gently pulled the hood up exposing her sensitive clitoris. He slowly bent down. Nena could see what he was about to do and could feel her stomach boiling over with bile. She swallowed hard. Miguel slowly began to lick the little button. Jabbing at it with his tongue and then running it quickly up and down the slit of her cunt. Nena tried not to think about what he was doing to her as his tongue lapped eagerly at the stiff clitoris. Nena cried out, "please stop...please," and attempted to close her firm legs together. Miguel reached between her legs and wedged his hands between the firm thighs, pushing them apart as his head came forward, the wet tongue finding the hole of Nena's cunt increasingly hot and moist. He buried his face in silky sweetness of her cunt, lapping it softly. Constancia walked over behind Nena and put her hands under her blouse again. She quickly found the hard nubs and began to pull them slowly. "You like this. Don't you little puta?" she whispered in her ear cruelly. Nena gasped "Why...why...do...God..." Miguel put his finger into her deeply and began to slowly piston it in and out of her tight hole. Constancia gripped her nipples a little tighter and began to alternately pull and pinch them. Nena moaned. She struggled to fight...off the feeling, but it was becoming impossible. As Miguel was eating Nena, he was also working off his overalls, desperate to see what it was going to be like to fuck such a beautiful girl. His flabby stomach came into view as he worked off the rest of his clothes. Then his smallish cock which jutted out like a brown carrot. Nena suddenly grew aware that Miguel's face was not longer buried in her wet gash and opened her eyes. At that instant, Miguel's was poised in a half crotch, cock poised to the entrance of her vagina. She yelled out in a panic, "No, no, no, no..." Constancia pulled at her nipples hard, causing her to gasp out loud. Miguel, grabbing her sides forcibly with his hands, plunged fully into her, her lubricated cunt engulfing his cock in its entirety. Nena tried to struggle, but was hampered by Constancia's hands behind her manipulating her breasts, causing her to lose her concentration. Nena struggled to free herself from her tormentors, but was not strong enough. Her mind was going a mile a minute. She was panicking, realizing that Miguel had put his cock into her with no protection. Miguel was giddy. Scarcely believing that he, the smelliest and without doubt one of the ugliest men in the pueblo, was fucking this incredible looking eighteen-year-old girl. Crouching down, he was able to watch his hard penis appear and disappear into the wet folds of Nena hole. He became progressively more excited and increased the rate and tempo of his thrusting. Nena tried to get up but was forced back down by Constancia who pulled down on her nipples as she tried to get up. The pain/pleasure coursing through her breasts making her whimper. "Look" Nena said plaintively, "I'll let you...screw me...I won't fight you...but please Miguel...please pull out when you come!" She said the last words almost whimpering with fear. He glanced up to see Nena looking at him with shame and humiliation, her eyes watery. Then he looked down to her big tits protruding out of her blouse, Constancia's little brown hands pulling and pinching the dark nipples, puffed out with unconscious arousal. Nena saw his face tighten two seconds before she felt the first wad shoot out into her. The sight of Constancia's fingers rolling, pinching, pulling those hard sweet nipples caused him to go over the edge. He closed his eyes. "NO! NO! NO! Pull OUT!" He heard the girl scream but it had been to long ...much too long since...since he had... Oh god... his thin member began to spout out what felt like an almost endless stream of warm sperm. He reached down and cupped his swollen balls, prolonging the pleasure releasing another stream of his spunk into the screaming girl's womb. *** 13 *** A second before Miguel's thrusting became almost a blur, she had felt the jets of his pent up spunk work their way inside her. Shooting into her like a fire hose. She gagged. In horror she looked down to see Miguel slowly pulling out of her vagina, his small member dwindling and shrinking, coated with her juice and his just discharged load. Miguel slowly got up still giddy from his encounter. His body felt spent and empty. Completely drained. What a great way to start the day, he thought smiling to himself. He lewdly ran his eyes over Nena's body noting the look of shock on her face and as his eyes scanned lower, his come, which was wetly congealing on her swollen cunt. With a satisfied look on his face he slowly hoisted up his overalls, "You have been such good customers, that the sandals are on me," he said beaming. Nena looked up at him numbly, dimly aware of Miguel tucking in his soiled undershirt and flaccid penis. "Well Miguel, thank you for the sandals and the bread" Constancia said in an exaggerated voice of thanks. Turning to Nena she said, "Come along little puta. Time to go home." She reached down, grasped one of Nena's arms and slowly hoisted her to her feet. Nena slowly got up and felt some of Miguel's sperm work their way down the inside of her smooth, firm thighs like garden snails. Her stomach lurched. Constancia led her outside, waving bye to Miguel as she did so. Nena followed along behind her. As they walked towards her home, Nena said pleadingly, her voice soft and cracking, "Constancia...we...have been friends for such ...a long time... please...I beg of you...stop this...what more do you want to...put me through." Constancia pulled her towards her roughly, "I'm not done with you yet, you cheap little puta," she said cruelly. Almost as an afterthought she asked in a slightly, more neutral voice, "Who is at your house right now?" Nena not thinking replied, "Carlos and my stupid drunken father. Everyone else is at church." Constancia just smiled. Carlos was Nena's fifteen-year-old brother. Like most boys his age, he was totally preoccupied with girls. Often fantasizing about the girls in his class at school. Even when he was playing his favorite sport, soccer, he found himself thinking about some girl's boobs, or tight little butt. He was embarrassed to admit it, but he often fantasized about his older sister Mary Helen who had the best body he had ever seen on any girl. Since their home was so little, they were often at close quarters and although he did his best to hide it, at every opportunity he would try to look up her skirt or take a quick peek down her blouse. On one occasion, Mary Helen had accidentally left her bedroom slightly ajar, and Carlos had stood there for a couple of minutes while she was getting dressed. His eyes almost popped out of his head when she had taken off the towel to put on her bra. Her breasts were big, perfectly round, and capped with the darkest nipples. He almost began crying when she hefted her big tits into the bra cups. He quickly went to his room, feeling guilty, but not being able to stop thinking about the sight of Mary Helen. He tried not to think about it, but his mind kept on going back. Not even watching the local soccer match on his little black and white T.V. set could unfreeze the sight of his sister in his mind. Feeling ashamed and guilty at his weakness he hurriedly took off his jeans, laid down on his bed and wrapped his hand eagerly around his stiff cock. He thought of Mary Helens tits as he started to pump himself...God...their size...Jesus...their firmness...what it would be like to... He pictured himself sucking them, sucking those sweet nipples and exploded his sperm coating his hand and stomach. He lay back on the Bedspread eagled with a contented smile, the image of his naked sibling simmering away from him like a mirage. A block from her Nena's home, Constancia casually asked, "Nena, have your parents ever talked to Carlos about sex?" Nena having regained some of her energy, but still aware of Constancia's control over her replied haltingly, "Of course not. He's only fifteen" "Well," Constancia said, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "You know Nena maybe you should talk to him about it." Nena's eyes widened. "It's not good for young boys to be unknowledgeable about sex at his age." Nena replied in a tight voice, "Constancia, what is the matter with you? I can't talk to him about sex, he's my brother." "Would you rather that I show your entire family the tape of you having sex with a bunch of gringos?" Constancia said, her voice hard. Nena's eyes dropped to the ground. She blinked back the tears that were poised to run down her cheeks. In a voice soft and halting, she asked, "What do you want me to tell him?" She let out a long breath. "You are turning me into a cheap whore...why...why?" She started to lose her composure. Constancia gripped her arm like a talon, "Stop your complaining. All you have to do is tell him that you're his sister and because...you love him so much...you want him to learn about sex...make sure that he knows that...he can ask you anything he wants...ANYTHING." She accented the last word. "Do you understand?" Nena bit her lip nervously, the anxiety leaving a pit in her stomach the size of watermelon. "Yes, yes...I...understand," she said in a voice that was barely audible. As they reached Nena's house, they saw Carlos in the front yard, sweeping the porch. He looked up shyly as they approached. 'God, Mary Helen looks tired,' he thought to himself. Constancia greeted him cheerfully, giving him a quick hug. Mary Helen hung back. "Greet your brother," she said indignantly. She pushed Nena forward. Carlos gave her a quick hug, suddenly aware of her firm tits pressed hard against his chest. It lasted only an instant, but he felt himself stiffen immediately. He quickly sat down, trying to hide the tent in his old jeans. After a few moments of small talk and pleasantries, Constancia excused herself telling Nena that she was going to go home and change and that she'd be back in a couple of hours. As she walked back down the path, she casually struck her purse making the videotape rattle. "Where's papa?" Nena asked with a forced voice. "He's drunk and asleep as always," he replied shaking his head. "That's all he ever does." Carlos looked up at his sister. His eyes unconsciously went to her breasts, which he noticed were not encased in a bra. He quickly pulled his head up. Not wanting his sister to see him peeping. Nena caught his eyes scanning her top, the anxiety making her heart flutter. She tried not to show it. *** 14 *** Nena shuffled her foot nervously. She desperately wanted to go to sleep, but knew that if Constancia discovered that she hadn't followed through with her command, that sleep would never come. She would humiliate Nena again and again and again. She clenched her fists in frustration. How did I get into this so deep? she thought to herself. When will this horror stop? Nena was broken out of her daydreaming by her brother's concerned voice, "Mary Helen, are you okay? You don't look so good." Nena nodded her head, "Yes, I'm fine, really." But her voice betrayed her deep fatigue. Carlos gently took her by her arm and led her into the house. He took her to the living room, so as to not wake up their useless father, who was slumbering loudly in one of the small back rooms. Nena sat down on the sofa, leaning her head back. Then Carlos left to get her some coffee, he made it extra strong. When he returned, Nena took the steaming mug from him gratefully. "Thank you, my sweet brother." Carlos sat down opposite her, smiling. When she reached for the cup, his eyes quickly scanned her beautiful legs. He made himself look away, the sight of them causing him to think bad thoughts about her. He stole another quick peek, this time at her firm thighs that were half hidden by her peasant skirt. He pulled his eyes away from her, making himself look into her face, angry at himself for his lack of respect. The coffee was not overly hot, but extremely strong. Nena gulped down half of it quickly, the warmth and caffeine taking the edge off her fatigue and making her feel more alert. Nena asked Carlos questions about school, his future plans and his friends. Carlos was a little surprised as his sister had always been kind to him, but had never been this curious about his life. He was enjoying, however, their conversation, and when she wasn't looking, taking quick peeks at her legs and breasts. He couldn't believe that she wasn't wearing a bra. Their father would have a fit if he saw her like that. He stole another peek at her nipples that were almost visible under the thin material of her peasant blouse, when Nena took another sip of her coffee. He adjusted himself, his semi-hard cock, causing him discomfort. He felt warm. Nena knew that she only had about an hour and a half until Constancia came back. If she kept things simple, maybe she could get out of this unscathed. She asked Carlos in a very matter of fact way, "Has papa or mama ever spoken to you about sex?" Carlos looked at her, his eyes wide, his face turning a bright crimson. With as much bravado as he could muster he replied, "No, and I don't need them to tell me anything, I already know everything there is to know about it." Nena looked at her little brother and gave him a sisterly smile. Well, she thought to herself, I tried, "Okay Carlos, I was just curious," Nena replied gratefully, taking another sip of her coffee. "Carlos, are you sure you know everything about sex?" Nena spilled her coffee on her lap, burning herself, at the sound of Constancia's voice. She looked up to see her standing in the foyer, her face a mask of disappointment. Slowly Constancia walked into the living room facing Nena and Carlos. Carlos looked up at her in surprise, "What do you mean?" he stammered. "You're only fifteen, have you ever even seen a girl naked?" Constancia asked, looking down at him. Nena sat on the sofa petrified, not believing that Constancia was here in her own house doing this to her. She felt a buzz in her ears and all the sounds in the room seemed to come from a great distance. A cold sliver of fear worked its way up her back, causing the hairs at the back of her neck to stand on end. "No, No, I haven't," he said stuttering. "Do you want to?" Constancia asked him slyly, slightly smiling. Carlos looked back at her uncomprehending. "Look at your sister, don't you think she's pretty?" Carlos nodded slowly, his eyes traveling up his sister's body. "She really wants you to know about sex. Is there something you would like to ask her?" He gulped, he couldn't believe this was really happening. "Go ahead, ask her. Ask her anything you want. All the things that you've never had the chance to until now," Constancia pressed. Nena looked back at Carlos desperately. She thought to herself, please Carlos run, get away from here, this girl is evil, I'm your sister, respect me and my position in this house. Carlos could read his sisters eyes. He could see the desperation in them and in the set of her mouth. He also was aware of his stomach that felt empty and hollow and the hard stiffness in his pants. He looked up at Constancia. "I've never seen a pair of breasts close up before he said," his voice shaky. Nena felt like someone had punched her stomach. She became dizzy and saw small stars in front of her eyes. She shook herself violently to clear her head, this can't be happening to me. It can't be happening, she thought to herself desperately. "Well Nena, you heard your brother, he's never seen a girls breasts. Maybe you should take off your blouse and show him? Do it Nena, take off your blouse and show your brother those big tits of yours." Nena looked up at Constancia, her eyes brimming with tears, "This is my brother, my brother for Gods sake, why?" "DO IT NOW!" Constanica interrupted her, her voice rising. "Do it now dammit, or I am going to be showing a neighborhood movie in a few minutes that sure as hell won't be starring Vicente Fernandez. Now show Carlos your tits!" Nena sat petrified. Stiffly, she extended her arms, reached up and slowly unclasped the buttons holding the front of her blouse together, containing her big, firm breasts. Carlos' eyes widened as Nena reached the last button, the full curves visible through the exposed crack in the material of her blouse. His entire body was shaking like an electric wire. Nena reached towards her soft shoulders and pulled the top away, the large globes came into view little by little as the material settled down her slim arms and torso. Carlos gasped. He remembered how her tits looked from the time when he has seen his sister through her door. Close up though...it was something else. Her breasts sat on her chest proudly, like two big, round scoops of ice cream. The skin impossibly smooth, without a blemish or a sag, they were capped by large, dark nipples that were slightly extended. On her petite frame, the effect was breathtaking. Better then the porn magazines under his bed. He could hardly swallow. *** 15 *** Nena felt a hot flash of anxiety travel through her body, making her almost physically ill. Carlos sat looking at her, transfixed, his eyes taking in every intimate detail of her chest, the sight of his sister's breasts causing an almost mental overload of sexual feeling. He shifted in his seat to relieve his stiffness, but kept his eyes focused on his sister's full mounds. Seeing Carlos reaction to her, caused Nena's heart to flutter. She found it hard to breath. Her respiration coming in short, shallow gasps from her terror and fear. "They're big aren't they," Constancia said, gazing at the obviously excited boy. Carlos could only nod mutely. His mouth was as dry as cotton. "Would you like to...touch them?" Carlos nodded quickly in the affirmative, faintly trembling with desire. Nena began to sob quietly. Carlos looked at her and began to feel guilty for thinking about his own sister in such a vile way. "Don't worry Carlos, your big sister WANTS you to touch her. Don't you Nena?" Constancia hard gaze bored into Nena's watery, red-rimmed eyes. She breathed in deeply, trying to maintain some dignity, some control and said quietly in a quivering voice. "Yes, Carlos I...I... want you to touch them." Carlos was didn't quite know what to do, but...his sister said it was O.K. She was crying...but she did give him permission. He was confused, but he followed his body's desire and quickly scooted his chair up until he was facing her, the firm tits pointing at him only a few inches away. "Go ahead...touch them." He heard Constanica's voice direct him. Trembling slightly, he slowly reached up and grasped the big mounds squeezing gently. God they felt so firm. He squeezed a little harder, causing Nena to wince. His adolescent cock jutted out in his pants like a steel pole. "They're firm aren't they?" Constancia said, enjoying the humiliation of Mary Helen. Carlos regained his voice, "God. They're so big...so firm...they feel... great," his hands continuing to squeeze and fondle his sister's big tits as if he was kneading two big globes of firm dough. His big, round eyes were transfixed on his manipulating hands that continually squeezed and fondled the big firm tits of his beautiful sister. He was in a state of high arousal as he realized that he would be able to do whatever he wanted to Mary Helen. A pang of guilt hit him at the thought, but it wasn't enough to distract him from continuing the non-consensual assault on his tormented sibling. Nena kept her eyes clenched. Trying to distance herself from her feeling of shame and embarrassment. "Carlos, I'm going to show you how to...excite a girl. Would you like that?" Constancia asked almost gleefully. Carlos smiled back at her nervously, not sure what to do. "Pinch your sister's nipples Carlos, and pull them up." Carlos hesitantly reached over and grasped his sister's nipples and slowly pulled them up, the heavy globes suspended by hardening nubs. Nena open her eyes and gasped loudly, "No...stop...stop...stop it Carlos," his touch caused her to catch her breath. She reached up quickly in a panic and made an attempt to grab her brother's arms. Before she could grab them she heard Constancia's commanding voice, "Drop your hands Nena." "Now!" she repeated again when Mary Helen wavered. Then Constancia said firmly, "Carlos needs to learn what excites a girl and you're going to teach him." "Please Constancia...you know...how...sensitive they are," Nena said pleadingly. "Drop your hands Nena. I mean it!" Nena's hands remained in mid-air a second longer and then she lowered them slowly to her lap while Carlos kept on raising Nena's tits higher until his hands were almost at chin level. Both of her firm mounds hanging suspended by the sensitive nipples. Carlos shivered in sexual wanting at the effect this was having on his sister. Eyes wet, Nena shifted slowly back and forth on the sofa as if not sure what to do. Her little hands were clenching and unclenching in her lap. Her breath was quick and shallow. She wasn't talking, but was making...mewing noises, whimpering like she was in pain. Her breathing was slightly more labored and coming out in a rush every few seconds as if she was out of breath. Constancia looked at Carlos approvingly," Your learning Carlos. Isn't Mary Helen a great teacher?" she said facetiously. He smiled, feeling more in control, less nervous, an inexperienced boy with a newfound confidence. Without any prompting from Constancia, he pinched his sister's nipples a little harder and slowly pulled them out towards him. She began to whimper and moan uncontrollably. "Please Carlos" she panted, "Please...stop...this... God...I'm your sister," Nena shuddered uncontrollably, barely contain herself, the thought of the video tape on the backburner of her mind, the only thing keeping her from slapping Carlos hands away from her. Yet the pull the sweet pull...was intoxicating. The hard nubs radiating an almost painful heat all through her breasts, ricocheting through the rest of her body making her feel, hot, restless. She was aware that she was becoming deeply aroused, her vagina puffed up and swollen. Her slippery juice coating her labia, exciting her, making her want to...touch herself. To run her hard fingers up and down the slippery gash. She trembled. A shiver ran through her entire body making her breath catch as if she had been dunked in cold water unexpectedly. Constancia noticed Nena's arousal and told Carlos to slowly let his sister's taut breasts down. He complied with an almost sad look, like a little boy being told that he needs to turn off the T.V. and go to bed. Nena was perspiring lightly and her rapid, shallow breathing made her firm breasts shake. Her nipples were completely extended out and hard from the stimulation. "Would you like to see more Carlos?" Constancia asked. He looked at her excitedly, like a little boy waiting in line to see Santa Clause. Nena was obviously excited, but still grasping and holding onto a thread of rationality. "That's enough," she said, her voice thick. She repeated an octave lower, almost plaintively, "Please that's enough. That's all he needs to know now. Please Constancia!" she added pleadingly. Her eyes betraying her fear and shame. Without acknowledging Nena, Constancia said, "Pull up your dress and show Carlos your little pussy. Show him what it looks like when it's excited." Nena hesitated -- the anxiety and arousal together causing her mind to go blank -- confused. Carlos looked at her anxiously, his tongue licking his dry lips. "NOW!" Constancia commanded. Nena, her arms shaking, took the hem of her dress and pulled it back, exposing more and more of her firm legs and thighs. Each new patch of skin exposed, causing Carlos's cock to throb harder. "Scoot up Mary Helen, how is Carlos going to learn about sex, if you're hiding yourself?" Constancia chided her reproachfully. Nena was so confused and ashamed that she couldn't think straight, the whole experience almost surreal, like she was watching somebody else, and did as she was told, driven by the fear of the video, the commands of her tormentor and to a lesser but growing degree the incestual desires of her little brother. She sat on the edge of the sofa, her vagina partly hidden by her dress. Shaking, she pulled the rest of her dress back, revealing the dark triangle of her pubic hair. Carlos moved in closer to her his breath quickening at the sight of his sisters dark snatch in front of him. "Spread your legs Nena," she heard Constancia say. Embarrassed, she opened her legs any wider, the aroused slit wet at the juncture of her soft thighs sticky with her juices. Carlos scanned his sisters fevered body, his gaze taking in her gorgeous face, her taut breasts, her smooth tummy, which led his eyes to the thick bush of her vagina. He was so overcome with lust and excitement, that he stared at her dumbfounded, not knowing what to say or do. Constancia looked at him, noticing the tell tale bulge in his jeans. "Carlos, you must be uncomfortable. Go ahead and take off your pants if you want. Your sister won't mind, will you Mary Helen?" Constancia said, while rhythmically tapping her purse. An involuntary nervous spasm ran through Nena, "No!" she said fearfully, in a low voice. "That's it, O.K? Just stop now... PLEASE... Constancia before things go too far!" She said the last few words almost crying. Constancia looked back at her blankly, not saying anything. Just watching Carlos as he slowly and deliberately unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down his thin legs along with his boxer shorts. He was overcome with the need to continue what he had started with his sister; he couldn't stop now. When Nena saw her brother's hard brown cock she couldn't help but stare. He might be young, but he was big. Much bigger then a teenaged boy ought to be. Unconsciously she sucked in her breath as her eyes scanned the length of her brother's cock. It jutted straight out, fully engorged with blood. Hard and rippled with purple veins. Constancia saw that the head was covered with a shiny layer of pre-come. She reached over and took him by the hand while also giving an appreciative look at his well- endowed manhood. "Go ahead and touch it Carlos. Go ahead and touch Mary Helen's vagina with it," she said softly, pulling him closer to his sister. Nena stared at Carlos with terror in her eyes and an almost perverse need. Her eyes were glued to his cock; it was throbbing to her own rapid heartbeat, like it belonged to her. His balls were heavy with his teenage come; she knew that they would be emptied very soon. Constancia is turning me into a cheap slut, she thought to herself desperately. I can't let her destroy me. I have to be strong. I must! Nena drew back with fear as Carlos tentatively reached over and ran his fingers over Nena's mound, eliciting an involuntary whimper from her. She tried to pull farther back but was stopped by Constancia's command, "Let him touch you. Let him touch your pussy. It can't hurt now can it, after all the cocks that have been in there," she said mockingly. Nena gasped at the intrusion as her brother's fingers and Constancia's words. Carlos made contact with her damp hole, and then slowly began to stroke his sister's moist gash, moving his fingers up and down the ever-moistening slit, causing her to shift on the sofa. She unconsciously flexed her legs and slightly raised her ass off of the sofa as her brothers fingers probed deeper into her wetness. She shifted again involuntarily, trying to get Carlos to stick his fingers into her deeper. Without even being aware of it, she lifted her firm, round ass off the sofa and arched her back causing her little brother's fingers to probe ever deeper into the wetness of her cunt. Carlos's penis throbbed. More of his pre-come bubbled to the surface of his hard prick. Nena pushed up from the floor with her feet in order to get more of her behind off the sofa, forcing more and more of her brother's fingers into her. Her passion eclipsed her reasoning. All her feelings centered on the pleasure she was receiving. She bobbed up and down languidly, using her legs to push up and down, her firm thighs flexing on each stroke. She slowly started losing herself to the fingers touching, stroking, stimulating her. Her mind drifted. Constancia waited until she knew Nena was too far gone sexually to do anything about her actions. She kneeled in close to her whispering, "A hard cock would feel really good right now wouldn't it Nena?" Nena groaned as her brother Carlos continued to stroke her. Three of his fingers buried in her cunt hole while his thumb circled her stiff clit in small, tight circles. She shook her head trying to push the thought of her brother...inside her...with that big brown cock, all the way in her... "Come on Nena, I know you want it," she said in a low, sexy voice. "Look at him. Look at the size of that cock. Can you imagine that inside you?" Nena looked down slowly, not able to control herself, at her brother Carlos whose hand continued to arouse her, and then farther down, lower, at his big stiff cock, her brother's throbbing cock as if it had a life of it's own. She looked away, trying to fight the conflicting passions within her. All the while the manual stimulation and the vision of her brother's big brown cock... picturing it pounding into her, increased her excitement. She realized that her slit was soaking wet, and that Carlos now had four of his fingers inside of her. Moving in and out with a purpose. The purpose of breaking her down, making her want him, giving him the permission to do the ultimate thing. To fuck her. He looked at his sister with longing, never stopping his stroking fingers. They disappeared in and out of her wet hole, probing deeply while his thumb maintained it's relentless circular assault on her stiff, pink button. "You have almost a half an hour until anybody comes home, and your papa is still asleep," Constancia pressed. "Would you like me to pinch and pull your nipples while Carlos...fucks you? That would feel wonderful, wouldn't it Nena?" Nena began to mew in lust, squirming under her brother's relentless fingers. She didn't pay attention as Constancia got behind her and cupped her firm tits from behind making her entire body tremble with need. Grasping the swollen nubs Constancia began to rhythmically pull and pinch Nena's nipples, knowing that being stimulated in her two most sensitive areas, would render her completely helpless. "Go ahead Carlos, this is the final lesson for any boy, this will make you a man," Constancia said encouragingly. "No, stop, stop this now Carlos," Nena said with little conviction. She groaned and feebly protested, as Carlos took her exposed legs and moved them so they lay across the coach. Frightened, Nena made an attempt to fight what was happening to her, but Constancia moved accordingly and held the girl in place, keeping up the pressure on Nena's nipples, causing her to fall back against the couch. Feeling like she was emotionally being torn in two, Nena cried out, "I'm your sister, your SISTER for gods sake Carlos. Think about what..." She was cut off by Constancia who had shoved one of her fingers and put in her mouth. "Suck this you little puta. Suck this and be quiet." Nena began to involuntarily suck on Constancia's finger, no longer able to talk. Her wide, beseeching eyes the only sign that she wanted him to stop. To stop before it was too late and things would change between them forever. Looking down at his sister, Carlos could read her eyes, and he knew that he was doing wrong by taking advantage of her. He knew that he was showing the ultimate in disrespect and that their relationship could never be the same after this. But seeing her wonderfully naked body spread eagled on the sofa, her big tits being pulled and rolled with one hand by Constancia while her other hand was pumping a finger in and out of her mouth was just too much for him. That combined with the fear etched on his beautiful sister's face and her pleading, tormented eyes, made him crazy with lust. All he cared about was sinking his cock into her body. Although he often thought about what it would be like to be the next Pele and adulated throughout the Latin world as the greatest soccer player of all time, given the choice he would gladly trade it all. Everything for what he was about to do in a few seconds. He'd never wanted to do anything, ANYTHING, as bad in his life as he wanted to fuck his sister. He crawled between her firm legs, his big brown cock jutting out like an overstuffed sausage. As he got closer to her cunt he reached down and cupped the back of his sisters toned calves and pulled her firm legs skyward, making her ass slightly lift from the sofa. Nena desperately tried to shift her weight, but her body position made it almost impossible for her to get up. Any attempt at getting up also meant that her already over stimulated nipples would get pinched and pulled downward, further rendering her completely helpless. Nena's eyes widened with fear as her brother's cock brushed against her unprotected opening. She pushed Constancia's finger out of her mouth with her tongue long enough to yell helplessly, "your not even using protection. Do you know--" Constancia who forcibly pushed two fingers into her mouth making her almost gag cut her off. While at the same time her other hand pinched Nena's nipple causing her to cry out in perverse pleasure. Nena gasped as her brother spread her legs a little wider, she tried to squeeze them together, but Carlos was too strong for her and she was in an awkward position. He opened her legs further and positioning the purple head of his long smooth cock at her entrance he pushed into her slowly. Inch by inch. He could feel Nena's body tighten under his. He looked at her. Her eyes filled with terror. He stared into them as he fed more and more of his stiff cock into her. For Carlos, the feeling was indescribable. His dick felt like it was encased in the tightest, wettest, sheath in the world. Even with no prior experience, he eagerly began to fuck his sister, slowly moving in and out of her, but gaining speed with his mounting excitement. He glanced down at his cock as it disappeared into his sister's fertile hole. He began to increase his tempo, causing Nena's eyes to display fresh panic. She knew what that meant. Carlos was going to shoot his load any minute. And, he wasn't using a condom. Nena started crying, making whimpering noised around Constancia's fingers as Carlos leaned forward, holding her shoulders. He stared into her terror filled eyes as he pumped his cock in and out of her at an increasing rate. Pushing in to her as deep as he possibly could, he began to piston harder and faster into his sister's hot sweaty love box, she was trapped beneath him and to his surprise that thought only made him ready to explode in her. Nena was in hysterics, thrashing back and forth on the sofa. Carlos increased his tempo; his sisters fear and panic exciting him and stimulating him further. He could feel his jism boiling in his balls like hot lava. His cock expanded slightly, the signal that he was going to shoot his load into his struggling sister. Feeling the slight pulsing of her brother's cock Nena knew that he would soon be shooting into her. Filling her. Fertilizing her. The thought of her brother impregnating her caused her to break out in a fresh attack of hysterics. Constancia noticed that Nena was just about too exhausted to fight any longer. She took her finger out of her captive's mouth and pinched her other nipple one last time. Nena groaned loudly, still aware of the danger...of the wrongness of what was being done to her... yet she began to feel the sexual pressure building up in her own body. The feeling of release long denied, building up in her like an impending volcanic explosion. She moaned deep in her throat with pleasure, losing herself to the pumping cock that was pounding into her with the speed and forcefulness of an engine piston, blissfully uncaring of the danger. Suddenly, Carlos' thin body stiffened on top of his sister's and he exploded. Nena felt the initial hot spurt as her brother began to shoot his load into her and make its way into her womb. But she made only a half-hearted effort to shift her body so that the rest of Carlos's shooting sperm would shoot out onto the coach. Too concerned with the pleasure she was getting to give thought to the carelessness of her actions, she knew that she should stop him, but it felt so good to have Carlos buried deeply in her body. Carlos held himself hard inside his sister's vagina, his teeth clenched, as he emptied spurt after spurt of his teenage sperm into her. The pleasure of release making him shiver uncontrollably, his thin body ridged above his sister's. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he collapsed on top of her, sweaty and exhausted. As Carlos peaked, Nena felt the muscle of her vagina tighten and convulse as an orgasm tore through her. She lifted up her head, the tendons in her neck protruding from her skin as she climaxed. Her full lips framed the "O" of her mouth as she came, "ah ah ah ah..ah ...ah ah...God...I'm commmming!" The surge of pleasure blasted into her, obliterating any guilt that may have gone before, washing her with wave upon wave of incredible, unadulterated sexual joy, leaving her weak. When it was over Constancia slowly let go of Nena's nipples. Nena didn't move, the force of her orgasm had exhausted her body and mind sending her into a deep slumber. Carlos too had fallen asleep, the excitement and the first real fuck of his life knocking him out cold. Constancia grinned at them as she quietly slipped away. *** 16 *** Nena awoke to the sound of her father screaming. She opened her eyes to see him standing next to her with a look of incredibility. Drunk and angry, spittle coming out of his mouth as he spoke. "My God," he said disbelievingly "What have you done!" The shock of seeing her father woke Nena up, she jumped up from the coach, adrenaline shooting into her stomach, throwing the still drowsy Carlos from her lithe body. Her father grabbed Carlos by the hair, pulling him towards him roughly, and slapped him hard. The sharp crack causing Nena to wince. "I'll deal with you later," he said with fury, "Go to your pinche room NOW!" Carlos scurried away like a mouse, his fathers had print a crimson tattoo on his face. Nena looked up to see the rest of her family and Constancia were standing in the kitchen looked towards her. Her heart sank. Her mother was crying and shaking her head slowly back and forth, not believing that her oldest daughter could bring such shame into their home. Her brothers and sisters, looked in at the spectacle, not understanding or comprehending the severity of what Nena had done. Constancia stood with them impassively, but with a slight smile, her arm protectively holding back the rest of the children, shielding them from the sins of their sister. Her father glared down at her, "Why, why, why did you bring shame into our home?" "Papa please" she said sobbing, "It's not what you think." He suddenly swung his arm, hitting Nena in the face with his open palm causing her head to snap back and make her eyes water. Her father's face took on a deeper shade of crimson. "You are nothing...nothing but a cheap slut. You have shamed your home and yourself. We did not raise you to behave like a prostitute," he said angrily, his eyes glinting with barely suppressed rage. Nena sat on the sofa cowering from her father's wrath. Still naked, her body going numb from the shock, a million different thoughts swirled through her brain, making her headache. She held her arms up to cover herself and to shield herself from getting hit by her father. Her father looked up at the rest of the family and bellowed, "Get out of here all of you. I'll take care of this myself." Nena's mother looked at her husband beseechingly, "Porfavor esposo, don't hurt her. Your very angry and your not thinking straight." "Get out esposa, now!" Nena's mother, tears running down her face, led her brood out the door. Constancia followed close behind. She looked at Nena triumphantly as she slid out the door. "I am going to show you how your father deals with cheap whores," he said menacingly, as he undid his thick leather belt. Nena looked at him in horror and began babbling. "Papa...please...Papa...it's not...it's not what you think... Constancia... Constancia has been blackmailing me." "What!" her father replied, "Do you realize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa...don't hurt me...it's not what you think...please!" She began crying, her body shook causing her large bust to shake. Her father looked at her, the belt in his hand swing back and forth like a pendulum. "Bend over the coach Nena. NOW" Nena looked at her father fearfully, her heart racing with fear. She got up from the couch and stood behind it, where he pointed, shaking and wobbly. "Bend over the couch, and if you try to get up, I'm going to give it to you twice as hard." She knew that to disobey her father would result in a beating. She bent down slowly, until her firm body was draped across the sofa, her soft breasts scraping against the rough material, sending shivers through her. She bit her tongue, ashamed of her weakness, what Constancia had turned her into. Nena's father looked down at his daughter, her perfect ass sticking out from the couch. The firm ass cheeks a perfect heart shape that gradually tapered down to her soft, firm thighs. He let his eyes greedily take in her succulent snatch, the pink slash of her vagina, slightly distended, surrounded by a thick cluster of pubic hair. Nena clenched her eyes, waiting for the hard, leather to fall upon her. With alarm, she suddenly felt her father's hand as it slowly stroked her ass. She tried to get up, but her father pushed her down on the couch roughly. His voice thick he said, "So you like to fuck do you? You cheap whore." Nena vainly tried to get up, but her fathers other head reached out quickly, pressing down on the small of her back. His rough, laborers hands firmly pressing down upon the smooth contour of his daughters back. "Please Papa, please..." she begged. He began to run his other hand lightly up and down the crack of his daughter's ass. Back and forth, making goosepimples break out on the smooth roundness of her ass. Nena tried to find some leverage to get up, but her father was much too strong. He pressed down hard, effectively pinning her. She felt her heart pounding. Each beat echoing in her ears like a bass drum. She could feel her father's finger working it's way into her anus. She shuddered as his finger explored her opening, probing deeper. He pressed in firmly and steadily, until his finger was completely embedded inside her. He slowly began to move it in and out, slowly, methodically. "You like this Mary Helen?" he said mockingly, "You like this you good for nothing little whore!" Nena sobbed openly, she said, her voice constrained with fear and shock at what he was doing to her, "Please Papa...listen to me...please listen." Her father's hand fell upon her ass cheek hard, causing her to buck up in pain. He slapped her again in quick succession. His hand a blur as he delivered the hard blows. "Papa...your hurting me...stop it...stop it... I'm begging you... PLEASE STOP IT!" Her eyes began to water from the pain. Her behind unbearably hot from the stinging blows. Mixed with the pain was the pleasurable sensation she was starting to get from the finger that continued its unrelenting piston action in and out of the tight hole of her ass. She unconsciously pushed back on the invading finger. Wanting it deeper... harder. Desperately she tried to fight the spreading warmth with which she was becoming familiar. Stop it, she told herself. Stop it. The pleasure coming from her ass, ebbed out in waves, causing her to whine and mew uncontrollably. Her nipples popped out. She shifted her chest across the material, causing the soft breasts to graze the rough material, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through her nipples making her groan softly. She realized that the finger has disappeared from within her, making her groan in disappointment. She didn't realize that she was groaning loud enough for her father to hear her. "You want it in you? Don't you, you puta?" "No Papa...No!" she said, trying to block out the sensations that made her want to rub her taut tits back and forth as hard as she could on the sofa, anything to relive the tightness in her stomach. The anxiety of wanting to be...filled, to be...fucked. "Yes you do...I heard you moaning." "No Papa...No," Nena said, her body emotionally being torn in two. She suddenly felt something else at her backside, something hard, yet soft. Her father slapped her ass hard, the sting making her cry out. She moaned as her father slowly worked the swollen head into her tight ass. He kicked her inner leg out to spread her further. She gasped at the intrusion. As her father worked more and more of himself into her, Nena was forced to move farther up the couch, until she was almost on the soles of her feet. She heard her father's hard breathing. He bent down and encircled her slim waist, stroking her firm tummy, and then going lower, has hand going between the sofa and her soft skin seeking her vagina. Nena gasped in fear as his hand slid over her hairy mount, and cried out softly as he slid his callused finger into her wet hole, the thick digit pressing deep, making her shiver and groan in humiliation. He continued to stroke her while his other hand went to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and began to run it against the rough material of the couch, making the sensitive nipple stiffen and pop out. Nena pulled up, confused, her thoughts short-circuiting from the conflicting emotions she was feeling. Her father began to pump into her, causing Nena to slam back down on the coach, bent over obscenely, her firm legs kicked out in a wide Vee. He continued to stroke her and manipulate her breasts. "Do you like this? Do you like this you no good cheap...whore!" Nena could only groan as her father had his way with her, the quick pounding and stroking leaving her gasping not able to speak. He looked down at his daughter's soft white ass and watched his manhood appear and disappear into the tight puckered hole. His hard cock spearing into her deeply, he could feel his cock expand as he approached orgasm. The veins on his cock purple, pulsating with pressure. As he felt the first hot thread of cum shooting out of his body into his daughter's anus, he cried out through clenched teeth. "You brought shame to this family and now you're going to pay for it!" His words were said in a staccato burst of pressure, the force of his orgasm exploding in the pleasure center of his brain. He pushed himself as hard as he could into his daughter's backside as the last convulsions ebbed. He slowly pulled out of his daughter's ass, his flaccid cock dangling with his spent seed. He grabbed her and pulled her around. Nena's eyes were watery and red rimmed, the tracks of her dried tears leaving a slight trail on her beautiful face. The thick fur of her vagina was wet and matted, the result of the orgasm that ripped through her uncontrollably, against her will, as her father used her body as punishment for her sins. "Now go to your room," he said gruffly. "I'm not through with you yet" Nena put her head down obediently, the shame of her weakness causing her to cry softly. She slowly walked to her room in measured steps, wondering how things got so out of control and when they would ever end. *** 17 *** Nena went into her small room and lay on the bed. She curled herself into a little ball, like a newborn baby, willing her body to meld into itself making her disappear. She wrapped her arms around her legs protectively and gently rocked back and forth. Her ass still throbbed from the stinging blows of her fathers hard hand and the hard tool, her father's tool, that had slammed into her, again and again and again...she cut off her thought with a start, aware how much she was enjoying the thought, the thought of her father...fucking her...fucking her ass. She rocked on the bed harder trying to refocus her thoughts on what was happening to her. Without consciously being aware, her thoughts began to drift to the gringos, Mark opening her unyielding legs, the way her vagina felt when his hard knee made contact with her wet triangle, Doug's face contorting as he plunged his hard cock deep within her ass coating her insides, John's thick tool hanging obscenely at the entrance to her vagina and how it felt buried deep within her. She shivered remembering her struggling to get out from under him and how he put his arms around her thin waist and pulled her in close to his chest pumping deeply, the panic when she realized that was he was going to shoot his load inside her, the orgasm that spasmed through her unconsciously when she felt the first thick stream plow into her fertile hole, a cock jerking in her like a thick electrified coil. The images swam through her mind faster, ricocheting off one another, blending, a stream of sexual depravity. A non-stop thought interspersed with fleeting glimpses of stiff cocks, warm sperm, sweat, her swollen, red vagina, her heavy tits suspended by her thick brown nipples, the hard bodies pinning her down, controlling her, using her...humiliating her. Nena began to mew and whimper on the bed. She turned around on her back. Against her own will her hands reached down to thick thatch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs wantonly in a wide V. Nena stuck two of her fingers into her already drenched hole. She groaned. With the other hand she began to lightly pull at her nipples, causing them to stiffen and extend. She closed her eyes. Part of her screamed at herself to stop, but the images of the last two days floated in and out of her mind, urging her on. She tried to go slow, to prolong the sensation, but the need was too much. She slipped a third finger into her slippery hole and pressed in deeply, feeling the vaginal walls as they pressed tightly against her fingers, the sensations causing her to body to quiver in excitement. At the same time she increased the tempo and pressure on her nipples, her finger dancing back and forth between the two hard nubs, further hardening them. She spread her legs as wide as she could. Her breath started coming in short little gasps as she neared orgasm. She focused on the image of Miguel as he plunged his cock into her at the store. As she neared her peak, suddenly her door opened. Nena jumped up in surprise and covered herself with a blanket, her body trembling from the need to climax. Her father and mother walked into the room. "What are you doing in here?" her father bellowed. He reached down and yanked the blanket away from her, underneath Nena had her hand buried in her wet box, her fingers pistoning in and out feverishly. "Papa...I...can't ...oh ...my...god" Nena had no will left, her body taking complete control of her rendering her helpless. She saw her father raised his hand to strike her, but could not summon herself to block the blow. As her fathers open hand connected with her face, she felt the orgasm within her rise up, peak, and explode. The pain and pleasure intertwined together, making her lose her breath. She felt her juices as they sluiced over her hand, her vagina contracting, one, two, three times. As she started to come down, her father struck her again, his open hand connecting with one of her firm tits. The stinging blow, caused her orgasm to build up again, the pleasure shooting through her body making her moan loudly. As the orgasm ripped through her she fell back on the bed, the force of the pleasure leaving her limp. She looked up weakly at her parents, a fine sheen of sweat covering her firm body, not able to speak. Part of her was terrified, but she was not able to tap into that feeling, to explain what she was going through to her parents. All she could think about was her orgasm and all the dirty, filthy, depraved things she had been going through. Damn that Constancia, she thought to herself. She felt her father's hard, callused hand grab her around her forearm and yanked her up roughly. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her mom dab her eyes with a handkerchief. Her face full of disbelief. "You disgust me. You disgust all of us. You are worse than a slut. You're a dog," her father said, the words clipped and angry. "You no longer are welcome in this home. You want to act like an animal, well then you are going to live like an animal." He grabbed his daughter and pulled her to the front door and pushed her roughly outside, completely naked. "Please papa...let me make you understand...let me explain," she said her voice desperate. Her father continued to push her along through the house to the door leading to the ranchos large yard. Her father's pushing caused her to stumble and lose her balance. Her firm tits swaying back and forth as she tried to regain her equilibrium. As they reached the door, Nena's father pushed Nena forward roughly through it. She stumbled and landed in a heap in the dirt. Her father bent down and grabbed her upper arm. Nena protested, her tears leaving a faint trail through the dirt on her face. She tried to pull away. "Please mama...please help me." Her mother looked away, her eyes watery. Disappointment etched in her face, making her look older and sadder. Nena's father pulled the screaming girl through the yard. As they reached the dog pen, Nena tried to grab hold of the wire fence, desperately trying to hold her ground. *** 18 *** Nena held onto the cold steel fence as hard as she could, her little hands clenched tightly around the cool, blue steel poles. Her fingers and knuckles going white from the strain of holding herself back from entering the dog pen. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand gripping her upper arm like a vice. His thick fingers gripped her upper arm like a pair of pincers. Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot digging into the softness of her tummy and the underside of her large swinging tits, insistently guiding her towards the doghouse in the middle of the yard. Nena cried and whimpered as her father nudged further forward, her firm body sweaty from the sun and covered with a fine sheen of dust from the dog yard. The dog yard was a large area comprised of an L shape row of doghouses, small, square, wooden structures painted a myriad of colors, now old and faded by the hot Mexican sun. Bordering the longer part of the dog houses was a low cement trough from which the dogs ate. Water was given to the dogs on a daily basis from an old, dirty spring a few feet from the trough. An old, leaky hose snaked out of a pipe that stuck out of the dirty water which was only suitable for the animals, and too microbe ridden for human consumption. The spring itself was shallow and crisscrossed by broken branches and logs from the surrounding trees, a six- foot high chain link fence with only one entrance surrounded the entire dog yard. As Nena was nudged closer to the pen area she began to notice the stench of the dogs, the heavy smell causing her to unconsciously crinkle her nose in disgust. Her father reached down and roughly pulled her up from the ground causing her to cry out as the hard fingers dug into her arm. He dragged her forward roughly like a sack of laundry, her legs giving way from the relentless pace. "Hurry up you little animal," he said through clenched teeth. "Hurry up!" Nena cried out, "Please papa, take me back to the house...please papa, I need some clothes, pleeese Papa," tears welled up in her eyes, pooled, and ran down her cheeks leaving little trails in the dust covering her cheeks. Her father yanked her forward causing her to trip over herself. She whimpered in pain. As Nena and her father entered the actual holding area the dogs began to yelp and howl. The pen held roughly thirty dogs, a menagerie of different types, but all of them wild, mongrels, flea infested and dirty. Some lay sleeping in their dog houses and other lay lounging around in the hot sun. Their tongues protruding out of their mouths, as big horse flies buzzed around them in the hot, humid air. A few of the dogs paced around the area warily unaccustomed to having more then one person in the pen at one time, their matted tails swishing slowly through the thick air anxiously. Nena's father let go of her and walked over to the hose. He turned the key and a flood of dirty water washed out of the rubber tube. "Come here puta," he said. "We have to wash you really well. We can't have another dirty dog in here can we?" He said cruelly. Nena walked tentatively towards him, crying softly. Her voice was soft, quivering, "Papa, I'm so sorry for disappointing you. I'm so sor-" She was cut off as her father pointed the hose at her. The warm, dirty water hitting her face and entering her mouth causing her to sputter. She held up her arms to stop the cascade. "Stop papa, please stop!" she cried, as he moved the hose up and down her firm, lithe, body effectively washing away the fine, dust. He bent down and turned off the water. Nena stood motionless, her entire body wet and glistening. Her thick hair cascading down her back. Still sobbing, Nena protectively tried to cover her big, breasts and the thick hair at the juncture of her soft thighs with her little hands. Even so, one of the thick brown nipples was clearly visible, a small droplet of water hanging precariously from the thick nub. Her father looked at her appreciatively. Nena hung her head. Not sure what to do. Her father walked over to her. "Come here my litter perro. We are going to take you to your new home." He reached out his hand. Nena stood petrified with fear. "What do you mean my new home?" she said her voice quivering. "My home is with you, mama and my brothers and sisters." She looked up at her father beseechingly. "Give me your hand," he said. His voice hard edged and menacing. Nena raised her hand up slowly. Her father grabbed it firmly and walked slowly to one of the unoccupied dog houses, Nena shuffling behind him crying. *** 19 *** Nena's father dragged her to one of the empty dog houses and flung her down in front of it unceremoniously. She cried out as her naked body made contact with the hard ground, the dust attaching itself to her wet body. Her father reached into the into the debilitated structure and pulled out a length of thick rope. "Get on your stomach, you good for nothing whore," he said angrily, his mouth turning up in a vicious scowl. Nena felt numb with the cocoon of shock that enveloped her. She tried to be strong and brave, but her words came out pleadingly, in soft staccato bursts of fear. "Papa, I want to go back home with you and mama...I'm sorry for hurting you...I'm sorry for-" Her father cut her off abruptly. "You're worse that a fucking dog and have shamed out house!" Nena began to sob quietly. "You want to behave like a dog, then you will learn to live like one." Her eyes grew wide in alarm as her father grabbed her legs and began to wrap the rough cord around her ankles, hobbling her. "What do you mean papa! What do you mean!" she said fearfully. Her heart began to race as she realized what her father was planning to do. Nena tried to get up, but only succeeded in raising herself to her knees. She could feel the rough rope wrapped tight around her ankles preventing her from standing straight up. She valiantly tried to get up, but her father pushed her down cruelly. She fell heavily on her stomach, her firm tits digging into the hard earth. The blow caused the air to woosh out of her stomach making her dizzy. Her father looked down at her his eyes glaring. "If you make any attempt to take off the rope, you will remain here an extra month. Do you understand me?" Nena knew that any sign of rebellion would result in even a worse punishment. Nena noticed the dogs pacing anxiously around the pen, their long tongues wagging. She shivered. Hobbled and on her knees, she saw everything from the dogs' perspective. They looked much more menacing, bigger, stronger. She tried to hold back the fright that threatened to scream out of her like a volcanic eruption. With as much control as she could muster she looked up at her father. "Papa, when can I go home?" Her face crumpled in tears as her father slowly backed away from her without saying anything. As he started walking back to the entrance she heard him say, "I'll be back with your morning meal tomorrow my little puta. Remember what I said." As her fathers figure disappeared into the distance, Nena's crying increased, deep sobs that racked her body. She knew that she had to stay in control. Her safety and ability to live through this ordeal with her sanity intact, only possible only if she made the right decisions. 'Right decisions,' she thought to herself miserably, 'I've been making the wrong decisions since I let those damn gringos sit with me at the bar.' Her body ached and she was aware of how tired and worn out she was. She maneuvered herself onto her side and was aware that the sun had dried off all of the water, leaving little spots of dirt on her legs and soft tummy. Clumsily, she slapped away the flies that were buzzing around her warm skin, their insistent buzzing making her head ache. Although she didn't want to, the only shelter was in the dog house. With difficulty she dragged herself to the doghouse, thankful that it wasn't to far. She accommodated herself the best she could, bringing her knees up as much as she could in order to get her entire body in. Nena was dreaming about eating some pan dulce and coffee when a sudden strong pull to her arm caused her to wake up startled. She could barely make out the silhouettes of the people outside the doghouse. Their shapes weaving in and out of vision like baneful spirits. She grunted in pain as her arm was again pulled roughly, causing her body to drag on the cool earth. Another strong tug and her entire body was out of the doghouse. Nena screamed, but was cut off in by a rag that was stuffed into her mouth by her unknown assailants. Adrenaline flooding through her body, she ferociously began to writhe and kick-out. Her screams came out like high-pitched moans, the material of the gag absorbing all the sound. Another pair of hands slapped a piece of duct tape over her eyes effectively blinding her. She whipped her head side to side in a panic, the feel of the rag in her throat and her inability to see causing her to almost pass out in fear. She suddenly felt hands grab both her hobbled legs and arms and raise her up. Her body suspended above the ground like a human kite. In a panic, she tried to lash out with her legs, but was not able to free herself from the tight grip of her tormentors who held her onto her slim ankles like a vice. She was aware that she was being taken away from the main pen area. Seconds later, although it seemed like hours, she felt herself being turned roughly around by her captors so that she was facing the floor. So quickly, that she was left completely disoriented. The cold indifference of the hands grasping her, the shock of being abducted and the uncertainty of her situation caused her to start sobbing uncontrollably, her body shuddering in response to her crying. Suddenly, she heard splashing and a moment later the wind was knocked out her as she was lowered unceremoniously onto what felt like some kind of rough tube. She felt her large breasts suspended in the air with no support. The heavy globes hanging like two milk heavy cow teats. The only thing holding her up seemed to be the rough tube that straddled her firm stomach. She renewed the desperate attempts to free herself, but only caused the rough material of the tube to rub against her stomach and bottom part of her large breasts making her cry out in pain and, her desperate pleas of pain and to be let go, were lost in the thick material of the gag. Her feeling of hopelessness and panic was all encompassing, needles of fear prickling every pore of her skin. Her breath came in short little ventilation's like a sprinter at the end of a fast run. The cold feeling of physical and emotional shock stole over her like a sheet of thin ice, as she realized that she was totally under the control of her tormentors. She felt her assailants untie the rope hobbling her and then pulling her firm legs apart in a wide Vee and then do the same to her arms. All she could do was wait, straddled upon the rough pole with her arms and legs pulled tautly out. Pausing to catch her breath, trying to regain some sense of personal control, Nena began to scream anew when she heard the familiar voice of Constancia say, "Mark, make sure those stakes are pounded in tight. I don't want this puta getting away." *** 20 *** Nena did her best to stay calm, but being straddled as she was and powerless to stop her tormentors made her give in to the deep sobs that wracked her naked body. She suddenly felt someone deftly untie the blindfold that was wrapped around her head. The sudden sunshine caused her to blink rapidly while here eyes got used to the bright light. As her eyes focused she could see Constancia looking down at her with her hands planted at her sides, a mean glint in her eye, flanking her on both sides were Mark and John, two of the gringos. Their eyes scanned her naked body. Moving restlessly over the firm tits that were hanging deliciously downward, the dark brown nipples about a foot from the warm dirt. Still quietly sobbing Nena said, "The bark of the tree is digging into my stomach. Please let me go. Please?" Mark took a couple of steps towards her and kneeled down. He raised his hand slowly and traced his fingers from the heel of her foot, to the firm roundness of her ass. Nena tried to squirm away from his touch, but could not move. Her legs and arms pulled tautly by the ropes that were looped to the stakes. She only succeeded in rubbing her tight stomach into the bark making her cry out in pain. Mark grinned and continued to run his hand up and down Nena's back, arms and legs as she continued to shed tears of shame and humiliation. Then Constancia said to her, "So your papa thinks your a dog huh puta?" She laughed cruelly. Nena cried out, "Constancia, why oh God why do you continue to torment me, why? Haven't you had enough? Haven't you shamed me enough?" She could barely finish the words as a fresh batch of tears rolled down her cheeks. Constancia just looked at her coldly. She looked over at John. "Hand me my bag." John reached down and handed Constancia a brown paper bag that Nena hadn't noticed before. She also hadn't noticed what was going on around her. Nena's attention focused on her three tormentors. The dogs seemed more agitated. They walked around the group casting furtive glances in Nena's directions, their tales wagging eagerly. She again tried to move her arms and legs but to no avail. "Don't try to move," Mark admonished, "You're not going anywhere." Nena pulled at the ropes with all her might, but could not dislodge the stakes. The only thing she did was cause her large breasts to move back and forth invitingly. Constancia knelt down, "So you want to be a dog huh puta? Let the training begin!" Nena looked at her wide eyes as she opened up a can of dog food. She stuttered, "What, what, what, are you doing with that?" Constancia ignored her. She took her fingers and dipped them into the can of dog food. Mark and John looked on excitedly as Constancia rubbed the dog food on both of Nena's dark nipples. Liberally spreading the food on thickly. Nena flinched and tried to arch her back, but the ropes held her in check. She began to cry out in a panic, babbling, "No, no, please stop, let me go, please stop" but there was nobody to hear her cries. The dogs smelled the food and began to run around Constancia, the gringos and Nena who was spread out on her stomach obscenely. "Enjoy puta," Constancia said as she and the gringos stepped back. The dogs were not sure what to do, they could smell the food and would dart in quickly a couple of feet from Nena, barking and yapping and then running back with the rest of the pack. Nena's yells kept them at bay for a little while, but as they sensed that she could only yell, and not do anything else they began to get braver, sniffing Nena before running back. Nena was weak from yelling and no longer had the energy to scream for help or to keep the dogs away from her. One of the bigger dogs ran to Nena and began to sniff at her earnestly. She could only move her head, her tired muscles no longer responding to her will for self-preservation. The dog licked her back and began to yelp excitedly eliciting a like response from the rest of the pack. He scooted his large head under Nena's torso, seeking the food. He whined as he began to lick Nena's breasts, the scent of the food exciting him, making him yelp and howl uncontrollably. Nena felt the dogs rough tongue, but was powerless to stop it. The dog began to eagerly lick Nena's nipples. Nena tried to ignore the sparks of pleasure that the dogs tongue gave her. Each subsequent lick making her nipples harder and more sensitive, and she began to moan. Although the dog was licking her breasts because that's where the food was smeared, on another, more primitive level he grew aware that there was another smell in the air also, the smell of lust, the smell of sex. The other dogs smelled it and sensed it too and moved into the inner circle. They began to lick Nena's body, howling and yelping eagerly. Nena cried out with shame and pleasure as the dogs licked her nipples, her breasts, her arms, shoulders, back, legs. She convulsed desperately trying to disconnect herself from the reality that the dogs were turning her on, but unable to do so, what seemed like a thousand tongues bathing her soft skin in every direction, lifting her higher. Nena's eyes grew lidded and she began to pant hungrily. In a sexual daze she looked up and saw Constancia. "You like this don't you little dog?" Constancia asked. Nena could barely speak, her mind flooded with tingles of pleasure. "Want more puta?" "No, no, please, enough, untie me...please!" A shudder passed through her. "I don't think you've had enough," Constancia said. She pushed one of the dogs aside and spread some dog food around Nena's cunt. The food was cold and made Nena gasp. "Take that off Constancia. My God. Take that off. The dogs will-" Before she could finish Constancia moved away. One of the dogs jumped up to get at the food, both his front legs wrapped around Nena's soft thighs. She gasped as the dogs muzzle made contact with her cunt, which had juiced up with excitement from the licking. She tried to clench her ass muscles to keep the dog at bay, but he dog was already lapping eagerly at the food. As happened before, the dog grew aware of another smell, the smell of arousal. The smell of an animal that's ready to mate. The dog whined eagerly and probed deeper with his muzzle. The dog worked about half of his muzzle into Nena's wet cunt as she cried out. Nena groaned loudly as the dog began to work his long tongue in and out of her quickly. Her cunt matted with the dog's saliva and the excretions of her own excitement. Although she knew it was sick and depraved, she opened herself up as much as she could so that the dog could stick more of his muzzle into her, the long muzzle filling her like a stiff cock. Nena mewed and moaned eagerly, she tensed up and arched her back, drawing the ropes taut as her orgasm hit, part of her wanting it to stop while part embraced it with every fiber of her being. As she came, her cunt muscles spasmed, sending her juice cascading down the dogs muzzle as the rest of her body spasmed in orgasmic pleasure. The explosion of release sending her to a dreamless slumber where there was no sin. Only pleasure. Pure pleasure. *** Epilogue *** Nena slept throughout the night, oblivious to all. Her parents found her as she had fallen asleep, but with no sign of being forced into it. Constancia, Mark and John long gone with all the evidence of her forced captivity. Nena's mother cried as she gazed upon her eldest daughter sprawled on the log, dirty and bruised, her vagina spread open wide for the world to see. The dark triangle of hair matted with what appeared to be...sperm. Her family disowned Nena, she was given $100.00 and put on a bus with a one-way destination to Los Angeles and told never to return. In the eyes of her parents and family she was no longer alive, her decadent behavior and sin against God and the church unforgivable. Nena is now in Los Angeles looking for a place to live, she's not having much luck. But hopefully, wherever she winds up will be a place where she is treated mercifully. But, you know her history, so don't hold your breath... The End Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it. All 20 Chapters are copyright to the author. sotborder@yahoo.com . No commercial use allowed without expressed consent of author. Feel free to post this on non-commercial sights such as this one and include all copyright information as noted. Thank you. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 6