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The window was open so I could hear and see everything on the deck, there were about 15 men on the deck, most of them drinking and having a good time. I wondered to myself what was in store for Alisa; Brad had a pretty perverted mind at times. Brad had gone the full spread, tables of food were at different places around the deck, barbecue grills were going, it was a regular picnic.
The night air was soon filled with whistles and cat calls as Brad, leading Alisa by the arm came out onto the deck. She was wearing a tight fitting tube top, it hugged her slender body firmly, she also had on a bra, and the bra made her already perky tits look firm. The blue jeans she had on must have had to been moulded around her, it showed every curve and crack of her sexy little ass, the crotch pulling up deeply into her.
The men on the deck finally quieted down, Brad announced, " Well guys, here's the entertainment I promised you tonight. Alisa is going to strut her stuff, for $500 she is going to be more than willing to show us what she's got, right Alisa?"
She had a look of fear in her eyes, but never made any response to Brads question. She watched them as they formed a circle around her on the deck.
they put a picnic table in the middle of the circle, Laughing they said, " Here's your stage honey, show us what you got!"
The strip tease music began coming from the speakers, Alisa just stood there, I thought to myself at that time she probably realized that her revenge had gone terribly bad, but there was nothing she could do about it now.
Several of the men began chanting, "Take it off, take it off, take it all off, we want to see some skin!"
Alisa still stood there frozen, a couple of them said, "Maybe she needs some help!"
They jumped up and grabbed her arms, she tried to pull away from them, she screamed, "No, leave me alone!"
She was soon lifted into a standing position on the picnic table, one of the 2 men looked at her and said, "Now, strip bitch!"
I watched her eyes and face, her eyes showed the look of terror, and her beautiful face was tense and tight. She was totally surrounded by 15 men, all of them wanting to see her naked, she could only guess what would happen after that. She wished now that maybe she and her husband had talked it out about his fling, if so she might not be in this position now. Oh she wished she had it to do over again, but she didn't, maybe as the night went on and they became more tanked up she could find a way to escape. But for now she had better try to keep them pleased, she began moving her hips.
She closed her eyes and tried to block out the eyes that were burning into her, she placed her hands behind her head, thrusting her hard tits even further out, and a cheer came from the men. She began grinding her hips around in slow rhythmic circles, every now and then thrusting her hips forward to the beat of the drum. They were all now cat calling, giving wolf whistles and making lewd statements, she did not know how much longer she could stall taking anything off but she was going to try. She noticed that the yells to take if off stopped whenever her own hands seemed to touch any of her private parts, it sickened her at what she was about to do but it seemed to take their minds off her stripping.
She spread her legs out on the table, she ran her hands slowly up the insides of her thighs until they were in her crotch, then she began rubbing the fingers on both hands along the crotch of the pants buried deep inside her lips. She then slid one hand up her flat stomach, sliding it under the elastic of the tube top, and continuing up until her hand rested on her left tit. Once there she began toying with the nipple until the indent of her hardened nipple was evident through the tube top material. She licked her lips, moaned and touched herself, this worked for about 15 minutes, but again she soon realized they were tiring of this.
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The chant again began, " Take it off, we want to see some flesh!"
Alisa had run out of time, someone yelled, "She's fucking stalling, let's strip her!" .
She tried to jump off the table and run, before she could get anywhere 2 men had hold of her arms. She was screaming, " Let me go, please let me go!"
Brad approached her; he was slapping a wooden paddle with holes in it against his hand, smiling lustfully. He said, "You are stalling, you were hired to strip for us and so far have not done it, I paid you $500 to do so, I guess you need to be showed I get what I pay for."
He instructed the 2 men holding her to bend her over the tabletop, she screamed and squirmed, trying to escape them. They were too strong; she soon was bent over the table, her sexy bottom hanging dangerously over the edge. Brad walked behind her, her arms were pinned behind her back, and she tried desperately to turn her head so she could see him. Whack, whack, whack sounded in the night air, quickly followed by Alisa's screams. Brad's assault on her bottom continued, smack, smack, smack, smack, smack went the paddle against her cheeks, Brad did not stop until tears rolled from Alisa's eyes.
While her hands were behind her back a pair of handcuffs were placed on her wrists, firmly holding them in place. Brad had them place her back into a standing position on the table; he climbed up beside her. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled back, raising her face upwards, once there he began kissing her lips. He began forcing his tongue into her mouth, he pulled away, and she was breathing heavily. Again he lip locked her, his free hand went to the tube top, and with one pull he tore it from her. She began trying to pull away from him, but he held on tight. His hands began caressing her nipples through the black lacy material of the bra. In a few minutes her hardened nipples pushed out against the fabric, she really began trying to pull away when his hand moved down her stomach to the snap on her jeans. He did not release his hold on her hair or lips, she breathed heavily partly due to sexual excitement and partly due to the constant struggling she had done. Brad's fingers quickly unsnapped the jeans, slowly his fingers grasped the zipper, and slowly he lowered the zipper all the way down.
A man near the table jumped up, grasped the waistband of the jeans and began pulling downward. Alisa struggled but was no match; the tight fitting jeans now lay in a heap around her ankles. She could feel the eyes burning into her nearly naked body; she was lifted up slightly so the jeans could be pulled from her feet.
The men cheered and whistled at her black lacy bikini panties, " more, more." Came the chants.
Brad pulled his lips from hers again, her chest and belly heaved from heavy breathing.
Alisa hated herself, she could feel herself getting wet between her legs, she was being raped but was yet sexually turned on, what was the matter with her.