Clarissa Morgen sauntered onto the beach, her bare shin gleaming under the sun. Her curvy body turned heads toward her direction. People stared at her, her trunk hardened men's crotches as she walked.

She wore a Stanford White bikini that went perfectly with her farseeing, blonde hair. Two men lay on their beach chairs under an umbrella. They ogled her as she walked gracefully in front of them.

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

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

"Hey"she replied, uninterested.

"My epithet's Randall, and this is Jordan."Randall pointed at his associate."Me and the hombre will be having a party tonight. Wan na join us ?"

"I appreciate the offer, but I must turn down. I have business organization to look to tonight"Clarissa replied. She really had no business organisation tonight, but she wanted to spend the nighttime on her own and relax. She also found these men creepy when she noticed them ran their eyes on her body.

"wellspring, that's unfortunate person. Maybe side by side clip, if there is a next prison term"Jordan River commented with a flavor of disappointment.

The men left her and went back to their umbrella.

"What a waste. '' A disheartened Jordan said

"headache not, my champion"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 exhaustion. She walked to the living room bar, and grabbed a chalk and a bottle of wine. She walked to the deck overlooking the sea. She waited weeks for this reservation.She just wanted a peaceful vacation by herself. She specifically booked this overpriced villa overlooking the beach just to relax and give up her idea from day to day worries.

She lay on her chaise longue lounge, and stretched her bikini clad body under the moonlight. She poured herself a chalk of wine. She smiled at the sound of silence. She relaxed her body under the full moon.

She admired the sea under the full lunar month, and took a sip of her vino.

Unaware of her milieu, two men snuck in her room. Oblivious to the mien of the trespassers she relaxed herself on the lounge. She was still admiring the eventide view when a hand with a damp fabric pressed on her expression, Clarissa got a superman of trichloromethane. She cried out, taking a lungful of the sedative drug. It was so potent, and overpowering. She felt swooning. Another man appeared in fount of her and grabbed her legs. She struggled frantically.

The man behind her held the fabric harder over her mouth and nose, his liberate hand snaked through her bra and cupped her breasts.

She screamed through the cloth and thrashed her torso, but she felt so hebdomad. The man holding her leg started running his custody up her thighs. She tried to kick the hands away, but her wooden leg felt operose. The man continued running his hands up and down her shapely, smooth thighs.

Her body felt imperfect with each breath. The man behind her locomote to her face, keeping the damp fabric on her face. His other hand left her titty, and moved to her crotch. He massaged her pussycat cumulation over her bikini, then his finger's breadth snaked through her bikini and massaged her pussy.

The man smiled in expiation as his fingers massaged a perfectly shaven vagina. Clarissa felt finger's breadth between her legs and squirmed weakly. Her lungs burned, her head felt brightness. Her consciousness slowly slipping away.

"Breathe"she heard a interpreter say.

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

"That's it. Go to catch some Z's. Just breathe"the malicious voice whispered in her ear. Her intellect went blank. Her eyes rolled, and she passed out.

"She's out"Randall told Jordan as he removed the fabric from the unconscious adult female's face. He sat behind the limp soundbox, and cupped her breasts from buns. He squeezed both breasts as if they were punctuate balls.

Jordan kept running his helping hand up and down her suave thighs.

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

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

Jordan reached for his telephone and called his fellow traveler, his release deal moved up to her genitalia and massaged her mound over her bikini.

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

Few instant later, The door 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, beautiful, light-haired woman.

The newcomer stared in envy and approached them.

"Wow, she is so hot. Those boobs are perfect."One of the newcomers commented.

Randall let go of Clarissa's breasts and said to his protagonist.

Mark reached for Clarissa's knocker and squeezed them. He noticed she was wearing a front end clasp bra and proceeded to unclasp them. He freed her breasts and threw the garment away.

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

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

The men carried Clarissa's hitch body to the bedroom. They laid her body on the king sized bed and spread her limbs apart. Their bridge player roamed over her defenseless and incapacitated body.

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

The men stood up and removed their pants.Randall straddled Clarissa, spread her legs, and pulled them towards him. As if on cue, Jordan straddled the unconscious mind woman's chest of drawers, put his hard-on between her knocker. He held each breast and pressed them together. sign knelt above Clarissa's school principal, his body facing Jordan's. He put his penis inside her lip,

The men thrust together in unison. Randall's manhood penetrated Clarrisa's twat, Jordan fucked ber tit, and Mark gave her a blowjob.

They raped her for hour, and they constantly swapped view. After hours of ravishing, Randall pulled out of Clarissa's vagina and came. Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan came on her tit, while Mark came on her face. The men, satisfied, left. Leaving Clarissa's spread-eagled body on the bed.

Clarissa's oculus fluttered, and she awoke. She moaned from the throbbing of her foreland. 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 body covered in cum. She screamed in threat. The last thing she remembered was her lying on the chaise lounge as she sipped her vino. Then she gasped as she remembered the hand with the damp material that came out of nowhere. She remembered hands on her breast, and finger's breadth on her vagina, and after that, nil. Her mind is blank shell. But there was no doubt that she had been raped. She cried hard.

She thought of reporting her predicament, but she might mislay her self-regard. She kept her ordeal to herself and cried. ,