Chapter 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 peasant blouse and her firm, tan legs held tightly together in fear aroused him further. He tried to appear nonchalant, although he was close to losing control of his lust.

Doug, John, Scott, and the rest of the guys were also trying to control their lust, their pent up sexual tension bubbling under their skin like a thermal pool. Mark 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 through his jeans, his eyes bright.

Mark turned back to Nena, "You don't have to worry sweetheart. We're not going to touch you, we keep our promises, don't we guys?" he said, looking towards his friends for acknowledgment to the testimony of his honesty. They shook their heads dumbly; like a bunch of drunk, bobble head dolls.

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. She could feel a maelstrom of fear work it's way down her spine into her belly and begin to slowly spin in her gut.

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. "Take off you top and show us your tits."

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

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

The sexual tension in the room was thick and moist. Even with the air conditioner on Mark felt beads of perspiration on his chest and back. Watching Nena's little fingers nervously trying to unclasp the buttons from their respective holes caused his already rock hard penis to start throbbing uncontrollably. He could feel the telltale wetness of pre-come bubble up to the surface of his cock. He adjusted himself, so he wouldn't stain his pants. His eyes continued to watch Nena's little hands slowly and nervously work their way up her blouse. As she unclasped each button she paused for a second to wipe her tears, take a deep breath and continue undoing the dwindling trail of closed buttons.

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