"Please," Olivia begged, "Just take me back to my hotel." Her pleas went ignored.
Sergov alternated between kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples. As Gregus digitally penetrate her with the fingers of his right hand, he steered the truck with his left.
They were definitely no longer in the old historic area of Nulmara, where tourists usually go. They were now in a much more run down looking part of the city. As Olivia looked out the window, she could see that some of the buildings were boarded up and there was graffiti sprayed on many of the walls. Wooden fences were broken and some of the houses here in desperate need of repair. She did not want to stay in the truck with the two lascivious men. But at the same time, she would have been scared to get out of the truck on her own. All she could do was pray that, before long, they would be headed back towards her hotel. But realistically, Olivia knew that was not likely to happen any time soon.
Gregus eventually pulled into the parking lot of what looked like a dive bar. There was a flickering neon sign in the window spelling out something in Vulmonian that Olivia could not understand. Gregus parked the truck near the entrance. Olivia shuddered just thinking about what kind of customers must frequent a place such as this. She hoped the two men would let her stay in the truck while the they went in and did whatever it was that they had to do.
Gregus and Sergov exited the vehicle. Olivia quickly pulled her T-shirt down over her breasts. Sergov kept the passenger door open and gestured for Olivia to get out. She refused to move. He reached up into the truck and grabbed her around the waist and tried to pull her out. She resisted. So he reached up and pinched one of her nipples. Hard. "Ow!" she yelped.
"Make it easy on yourself," Gregus said. "Just cooperate and get out of the truck." Olivia miserably complied. Sergov roughly grabbed her left upper arm and forced her to walk next to him. When she tried to cover up her chest with her forearms he slapped her hands away from her breasts. The three of them entered the seedy looking establishment.
The interior was dimly lit. There was a bald bartender who looked to be in his fifties standing behind the bar. There were only five customers, all middle aged or older. Two were seated at a table playing cards. The other three were at the bar nursing various libations. There was a pool table in the center of the room that had obviously seen better days.
When the two custodians and Olivia walked in, all conversation stopped. Suddenly all eyes were on the American girl and her see-through T-shirt. She hunched her shoulders and looked down. Gregus walked over to the bar to talk with the bartender. As they spoke in Vulmonian, the bartender looked over and stared at Olivia the entire time. A grin began to spread across his face. Sergov maintained his grip on Olivia's upper arm.
One of the men seated at the bar got up and walked over to Sergov and Olivia. He looked right at Olivia's big tits. He said something to Sergov in Vulmonian. Sergov shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head. The customer reached for Olivia's chest and cupped a large breast in each hand. Olivia recoiled. She wanted to scream at him to stop. But she knew it was useless to argue. Through the thin material of the T-shirt, he traced her areolas. Her nipples immediately stiffened. Sergov and the man smiled. The customer lightly rubbed the tips of her nipples. Olivia closed her eyes and involuntarily sighed. The customer laughed in surprise at Olivia's reaction. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the other two men had gotten up from their seats at the bar and seemed to be waiting their for their turn to play with her aroused body.
The customer moved his fingers from her nipples and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt. But when he went to pull her shirt up, Sergov held up his left had and said something in Vulmonian to make the man stop. They exchanged a few words. The man reluctantly let go of the scant garment, turned around, and walked back to his seat. Another customer began playing with Olivia's nipples and fondling her breasts through her shirt. She tried her best to keep her mouth clamped shut. But every once in a while, she could not stop a moan from escaping her lips. She could feel the blood flowing to the place between her legs. She had so doubt that her entire vulva was probably completely engorged. When she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, she could feel her erect clitoris rubbing against the material of her snug shorts.
After a few moments, the third customer insisted on his turn. He did not bother with Olivia's ample udders. Instead he reached down and cupped her pussy. As his fingers brushed against her labia and clit, she closed her eyes and exhaled. He circled her clit through the spandex. Olivia let out a loud, low moan. How could something so obviously wrong feel so good? Olivia did not find any of these men particularly attractive. And they were all more than old enough to be her father. But deep down she could not deny her body's responsive reactions.
Finally Gregus and the bartender came over. The bartender made an announcement in a loud authoritative voice. The customers all began murmuring to each other. Sergov stood directly behind Olivia and gripped each of her upper arms. He pulled her shoulders back, forcing her bountiful breasts to jut forward. Gregus pulled her T-shirt all the way up to her shoulders, exposing her tits to the entire bar. He grabbed one of her boobs and lewdly bounced it. The men in the bar began to talk excitedly. Olivia did not know what to do. She was completely at the mercy of these Eastern European men.
Next Gregus pulled down her black spandex shorts, exposing her pubic mound. She tried to keep her thighs pressed together. But in terms of strength, she was no match for the large, brawny custodian. He grabbed her inner thighs and pried them apart. The men all leaned forward in their seats as her clitoris and labia came into view. Gregus slipped his fingers between her fleshy folds and then held them up to show everyone how wet and shiny they were. The men all made sounds of approval and amusement. Gregus then stroked his fingers all across her smooth labia majora to emphasize the fact that Olivia had been recently shaved and her cunt was now hairless. The men enthusiastically shouted things out and laughed.
The bartender got out a clear glass bowl. He said something in Vulmonian and began to pass it around to the customers. Each customer got out his wallet, removed some Vulmonian currency, and placed the colorful bills in the bowl. Olivia could not understand what was going on.
"What's happenning?" she asked anxiously.
"We're renting you out," Gregus replied matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean you're renting me out?" she squawked.
"Temor," he said, gesturing to the bald bartender, "Set the price at fifty ruettes." Fifty Vulmonian ruettes was the equivalent of approximately seventy-five American dollars. "Whoever's willing to pay gets a go at you."
Olivia's heart sank. She did not know if she was going to throw up or pass out. She felt dizzy and weak. If it were not for Sergov holding her up, she probably would have collapsed.
"Please!" she begged. "Please don't do this! Just let me go and I won't tell anyone!"
