*** 3 ***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nena looked at him quizzically, not understanding.

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

*** 4 ***

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

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

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

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

She swallowed her so as not to wretch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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