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Story title : Nena and the Gringos
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Nena and the Gringos (Fdom/M+/F, nc, inc, beast, hum)
by SOTB1 (firstname.lastname@example.org )
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...
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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?"
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
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
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
"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 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
"Want a beer Nena?" asked Mark popping the cap off one
"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
Right before she reached the door she heard Mark ask in
a very matter of fact way, "There's just one little
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
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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
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
"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
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
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?"
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,
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
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
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
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
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
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,
Constancia, please help me!" her voice strained with
Constancia looked back at her with cold eyes. Nena's
mind finally registered what she heard, but not able to
"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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
"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
The thought of having to endure another man shooting
his seed into her unprotected womb, was
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
Nena suddenly said in a child's voice, no longer able
to control her repressed desires, "I need...I need to
"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
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
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,
"Don't worry Nena, only the head, look, I'll guide it
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
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
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."
"Please!" She began to wail hysterically. "Jesus de su
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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,
*** 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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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,
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
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
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
"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
Miguel faced Nena, "We better measure your feet to make
sure that we have the right size okay?" he said
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
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
Constancia walked up to them. She said to Nena, "Scoot
up on the stool a little bit, so Miguel can fit your
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
"Go ahead, ask her. Ask her anything you want. All the
things that you've never had the chance to until now,"
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,
"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
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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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,
"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
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
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
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
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
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
*** 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
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
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
*** 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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
Hope you enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it.
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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.
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