Beth was not used to being stressed out. She was used to the calm life of a responsible girl, a girl who didn't take chances, a quiet, sensible store clerk from a small Midwest city. That was who she was, and how she saw herself - until now.

It had been a mistake to take Nathalie up on her invitation to visit Paris! She was completely out of her element! She didn't know how to behave, how to cope, how to dress! And she'd had an incredibly stressful ride that left her feeling emotionally battered and bruised!

Of course, it had also been something of an exhilarating ride, where she'd felt the most incredible, thrilling sense of passion and sensual heat of her entire nineteen years of life! But that had been the result of the most outrageous and perverted behavior!

And it was all because of the men who had sat next to her in the airplane! Men who were, it seems, related to Andre, Nathalie's boyfriend! How had that happened!? Was it just coincidence!? Had they told Andre what they'd done to her!?

No, there hadn't been time, surely! And if they had and Nathalie had found out she'd probably not even have met her at the airport! She'd probably not even want anything to do with such a ... a slut!

It was disconcerting to think of herself as a slut, for she'd had very little sexual experience in her life - up to the flight over here. But what she'd done - or at least, allowed to have done there was simply totally unacceptable!

What was worse, while she'd at least been able to console herself that no one could possibly ever find out, now she had to worry about Nathalie discovering it through Andre! Because Nathalie was still writing with some of the girls who had been in her class back in Nebraska! That was how Beth had gotten the invitation, after all, when the French exchange student had returned home.

"That is a lovely dress," Nathalie said, turning in the back seat of the car and smiling at her.

Beth blushed a little.

"Thank you," she gulped.

In fact, it was a terribly uncomfortable dress! It was far too tight across the chest and far too short! She'd never worn anything anywhere near as short as the green dress! Sitting down as she was, it barely covered what had to be covered, and left virtually all of her thighs bare!

Of course, she hadn't been the one who'd chosen it. That officious customs man at the airport who had strip searched her and... and molested her, had made her wear it! God what a nightmare that had been! He had pawed her all over, and then he and those... those black men from the plane, had proceeded to molest her even more!

She tried very hard to work up an indignant state of outrage over what had happened, but it wasn't very strong. The raw, carnal heat which had swept through her, both on the airplane and in the little room at the airport had been breathtaking - literally. It had robbed her of her will, turned her into a submissive sexual plaything for them all!

And her memories, as shocking and humiliating as they were, were tinged with the seething passion and lust which had filled her body at the time. Even now she had to shy away from the memories as she felt her lower belly starting to thrum with an echo of that dark hunger which had possessed her!

Honestly! What kind of a girl was she!?

"You have beautiful legs, Bethany?" Nathalie said in that cute little French accent of hers.

"Uhm, thank you," she said, blushing a bit more as Andre turned in his seat to grin back at them.

"I noticed myself!" he said.

How could she explain that she found the dress to be horribly immodest, and was eager to get to a room so she could change?

"The girls in Nebraska always wore such conservative clothing," Nathalie said, shaking her head in amusement. "Even in the hot summer!"

"Well, uhm, it's uhm, how you're raised," Beth said.

"But you seem to have grown in your outlook, Bethany!" Nathalie said, squeezing her arm as she smiled.

"Uhm, well, uhm..."

She didn't think the French girl would be as admiring once she saw the clothes she'd brought with her.

Nathalie herself had long brown hair which tumbled past bare shoulders and down her nearly bare back. She was wearing a very thin silky tank top with spaghetti straps. It hung down low enough to show the tops of her breasts, and it was obvious she wore no bra underneath.

She also had on a short denim skirt, one almost as short as the preposterous pleated green dress Bethany herself was wearing. Beth didn't think ill of her for any of that, though. She was French, after all. Of course she dressed that way. All the French girls probably did.

But Beth was from Nebraska! She kept trying to discretely tug on the hem of her own dress to lower it. It almost felt as if she could drop her gaze and look down and see her own panties!

Well, not her own... once again, that horrible man at the airport had given it to her to wear. It was a black silk G-string! And she'd never owned one, much less worn one. He had said her clothing was 'unacceptable' in France, because it was too unstylish and hid too much of her body!

Of all the gall!

And he'd made her sign some paper. She had been too flustered and breathless at the time to even read it, but he'd said afterwards that it was a promise to let any Black man who wanted to use her body do so! That was simply outrageous! She didn't believe for a minute it said any such thing!

Clearly those men at the airport, both the customs man and the two from the airplane, were in cahoots! She saw it clearly now. Jeff and Leon had known this Jacques guy, and had gotten him to pull her out of the lineup so they could further abuse her!