Clarissa Morgen sauntered onto the beach, her bare skin gleaming under the sun. Her curvaceous trunk turned heads toward her centering. the great unwashed stared at her, her dead body hardened men's privates as she walked.

She wore a white Bikini that went perfectly with her long, blonde pilus. Two men lay on their beach professorship under an umbrella. They ogled her as she walked gracefully in nominal head of them.

She went to the beachside bar and had a drink. The two men followed her, and sat on each slope of her.

"Hello, beautiful,"One man said. A grinning played on his lips as he ran his eyes over her shapely body.

"Hey"she replied, uninterested.

"My name's Randall, and this is Jordan."Randall pointed at his fellow traveler."Me and the guys will be having a political party tonight. Wan na get together us ?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I must decline. I have business to wait on to tonight"Clarissa replied. She really had no business sector tonight, but she wanted to spend the night on her own and relax. She also found these men creepy when she noticed them ran their oculus on her body.

"Well, that's unfortunate person. Maybe next time, if there is a future fourth dimension"Jordan commented with a look of disappointment.

The men left her and went back to their umbrella.

"What a waste. '' A disheartened Jordan River said

"trouble not, my supporter"Randall.patted his friend on the shoulder."We're still having a party tonight with her"

Jordan saw his friend smiling with lust in his eyes as he looked at Clarissa as she walked away from the bar.

Clarissa entered her villa. She sighed in debilitation. She walked to the living room bar, and grabbed a spyglass and a bottle of vino. She walked to the deck overlooking the sea. She waited hebdomad for this reservation.She just wanted a peaceful vacation by herself. She specifically booked this overpriced villa overlooking the beach just to slow down and loose her mind from day to day worries.

She lay on her chaise waiting room, and stretched her bikini clad soundbox under the moonlight. She poured herself a glass of wine. She smiled at the sound of silence. She relaxed her body under the wide-cut moon.

She admired the sea under the wide moon, and took a sip of her vino.

Unaware of her surroundings, two men snuck in her room. unmindful to the presence of the trespassers she relaxed herself on the lounge. She was still admiring the eventide opinion when a handwriting with a muffle material pressed on her face, Clarissa got a venereal infection of chloroform. She cried out, taking a lungful of the sedative. It was so secure, and overpowering. She felt lightheaded. Another man appeared in baptistry of her and grabbed her legs. She struggled frantically.

The man behind her held the cloth harder over her mouth and nose, his free paw snaked through her bra and cupped her breasts.

She screamed through the material and thrashed her body, but she felt so week. The man holding her leg started running his hands up her thighs. She tried to kick the hands away, but her branch felt sound. The man continued running his manpower up and down her shapely, smooth thighs.

Her trunk felt feeble with each breathing space. The man behind her moved to her side, keeping the damp cloth on her expression. His other hand left her breast, and moved to her crotch. He massaged her snatch hummock over her Bikini, then his finger's breadth snaked through her bikini and massaged her pussy.

The man smiled in atonement as his finger massaged a perfectly shaven vagina. Clarissa felt fingers between her peg and squirmed weakly. Her lungs burned, her head felt light. Her consciousness slowly slipping away.

"Breathe"she heard a voice say.

Clarissa moaned through the textile. She wanted to say"Stop"but her lips won't move. Her eyelids fluttered.

"That's it. Go to sleep. Just breathe"the malicious vocalisation whispered in her ear. Her creative thinker went blank. Her center rolled, and she passed out.

"She's out"Randall told Jordan as he removed the cloth from the unconscious charwoman's face. He sat behind the limp dead body, and cupped her breasts from fanny. He squeezed both breasts as if they were stress balls.

Jordan kept running his script up and down her legato thighs.

"Shall we invite score ?"Jordan asked his companion.

"Please do. Let's get this party started"replied Randall.

Jordan reached for his earphone and called his familiar, his free hand moved up to her genitalia and massaged her mound over her bikini.

The men continued groping Clarissa's limp body while waiting for their friends.

Few second later, The room access opened and another man arrived. He went directly to the overlooking deck.

His eyes gazed upon Randall and Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan groping an unconscious mind, beautiful, blonde woman.

The newbie stared in invidia and approached them.

"Wow, she is so hot. Those breast are perfect."One of the freshman commented.

Randall let go of Clarissa's chest and said to his friend.

Deutschmark reached for Clarissa's breasts and squeezed them. He noticed she was wearing a front grasp bra and proceeded to unclasp them. He freed her bosom and threw the garment away.

"Wow"He said as he stared at her freed breast. He cupped each breast and moaned in satisfaction. He leaned forward and started sucking her breasts.

"I don't want to disturb you, but I think we should incite this to the bedroom where we can ravish her beautiful body properly."Randall interrupted Mark.

The men carried Clarissa's hobble consistency to the bedroom. They laid her body on the queen sized bed and spread her branch apart. Their men roamed over her defenseless and lost body.

Mike kissed Clarissa on her backtalk, Jordan started fondling her boob, and Randall licked her perfectly shaved mound.

The men stood up and removed their pants.Randall straddled Clarissa, spread her pegleg, and pulled them towards him. As if on cue, Jordan straddled the unconscious woman's dresser, put his erecting between her breasts. He held each titty and pressed them together. Mark knelt above Clarissa's head, his organic structure facing Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan's. He put his phallus inside her mouthpiece,

The men thrust together in unison. Randall's manhood penetrated Clarrisa's slit, Jordan fucked ber breasts, and Mark gave her a cock sucking.

They raped her for hours, and they constantly swapped place. After hours of ravishing, Randall pulled out of Clarissa's vagina and came. Jordan River came on her breasts, while St. Mark came on her human face. The men, satisfied, left. Leaving Clarissa's spreadeagle consistence on the bed.

Clarissa's eyes fluttered, and she awoke. She moaned from the throbbing of her headland. She felt stretched out.

"How did i get on the bed ?"She asked herself. She looked down and saw that she's completely naked, her trunk covered in cum. She screamed in holy terror. The live thing she remembered was her lying on the chaise waiting room as she sipped her wine. Then she gasped as she remembered the hand with the damp cloth that came out of nowhere. She remembered hands on her bosom, and finger on her vagina, and after that, zip. Her mind is blank. But there was no doubt that she had been raped. She cried hard.

She thought of reporting her predicament, but she might lose her dignity. She kept her trial by ordeal to herself and cried. ,