Yes, she drinks the wine

Alessandra decided that as long as this guy was going to treat her to a meal and a drink, she might as well enjoy herself. She took a sip of the wine. Then she proceeded to flirt with Taylor. Taylor, for his part, flirted right back. He even suggested they go up to his room in the hotel. Alessandra agreed, thinking that would buy Adriana even more time.

As the two got up from their table, Alessandra felt woozy. It must have been the wine. Jack was a perfect gentleman and caught Alessandra as she nearly lost her balance. Walking through the lobby , toward the elevator, the dizziness would not go away. In fact, Alessandra could no longer walk by herself and leaned on Jack.

“It must have been the wine” she thought, as they got in the elevator, ”He must have **** it. Alessandra began to panic.

“You….” She mumbled as they exited the elevator.

“Just go with it, sweetheart, ”said Taylor, the charm gone from his voice.

Once they entered the hotel room, Alessandra was deposited on the bed. She tried the best she could to clear her head and move. But the **** was too strong. She felt, more than saw Jack approaching her.

“Oh, I am going to enjoy this” she heard him say.

Realizing his intention Alessandra managed one last effort, kicking her leg up, hard. Her leg connected solidly with his crotch. Alessandra herd the satisfying umph as the man must have doubled over in pain. The celebration was short lived.

“You fucking bitch!” growled Taylor as he grabbed her by the chin, “you are going to pay for that, whore!”

Alessandra felt the rope on her wrists and ankles. She also felt the fabric of her clothes being torn off. She was spread eagled on the bed, quite exposed. Taylor mounted her and pierced her with his member. With her senses dampened, Alessandra felt herself being rocked back and forth, but not the sensation if herself being ****. Every once in a while, Taylor would would rear back and slap her hard across the face, sending her head to one side or another. Alessandra could let out only a muted yelp.

Finally, Taylor got off her. He untied her and left her lying on the bed. Alessandra could still not move, and lay there, helpless. She could still hear him, as he made a phone call downstairs. “Hello, front desk? This is Mr Taylor in room 516. Can I please get a manager up here.

A few minutes later, she heard Taylor talking to the manager, ”I do not know what this woman is on, but I would like you to drop her off at a shelter, like before. And obviously, not a word of this to anyone.”

“Of course, sir” the manager responded.

Alessandra was quickly and somewhat haphazardly dressed and taken through the back exit, shoved into a car. A few minutes after that, she was left in an alley, near the homeless shelter. Alessandra tried her best to stay awake and regain the movement in her limbs. But her eye lids grew heavier and heavier and she passed out