Seems to be a big party.

Max realized they where standing in the parking garage of a large building. It was halfway clean and tended to, so it must have belonged to one of the few buildings in Seattle that wasn't effected by the chaos and ruin caused by the pulse. Home of the few wealthy people that still stayed in Seattle.

It now made sense that the three men were wearing suits and had come along with this expensive car.

The elevator was broken like in the most other buildings so they had to use the stairs. They entered a floor that was in a good condition and she followed her three “Friends” to a large double-door.

Two massive, tall and well muscled black guards stopped them. The one of them looked bored at the men, and then at Max. Now his look turned into interest and Frank smiled at him.

“Hello Byron! Nice Day, eh. This is our new sweetie Max. Say hello, Max.” he grinned to the girl. Max looked angry at Frank. Must he pretend that she was his slut?

“What do you think, Byron” Will she suit the others? “Isn't she a real beauty?” he asked.

The black man grunted consenting. With unbelievable speed he suddenly grabbed Max, holding her arms with one of his gigantic paws behind her. He then pulled her hair back and planted his wet lips on hers, forcing his slimy tongue into her mouth. His other hand squeezed her tits hard through Max's shirt, painfully pinching her nipples. His repulsive kiss muffled her scream.

She twisted her slim body when he moved his hand down her flat stomach and into her pants. Like Adam shortly before, he rubbed Max tight slit. Then he loosed his grip and Max, who was short of breath, stumbled backwards and nearly fell on her back.

Byron wiped his Mouth, then he grinned widely with a set of almost golden teeth before licking his Fingers clean of Max?s juices.

“I think she will be pleasing all of them. She's a hot little slut. But her outfit is disgusting.”

“Yeah! That's right, I thought Natasha was here and had something nice for her to wear.”

“Did someone call my Name?” a smoky warm voice came from the door catty-corner to the guarded entrance. A tall, red-haired Woman, who was at least 40 years old, but still good looking, in an skin-tight red dress stood there and was smiling at the men. Frank laughed and came to her, giving her a hot kiss.

“Ah, Natasha, you are beautiful as ever. What do you think, Do you have something for Max here? Something hot? You know best”

“Yes, I do. Let's see, - oh yesss she is beautiful.” The old Woman had stepped near Max and was looking at her from all sides. The tip of her Tongue licked hungry over her red lips. “We need something very special for her. And I have the right things here. It will be a pleasure to fit her out. You can go in and drink something. It will not take long. When we are ready I will bring her in, Ok?”

“You are as good as Gold, Nat. Sorry Natasha. I trust you. We will wait and make them ready for our sweet, little surprise.”

“Fine.” Natasha and Frank kissed again, then, with a suddenly harsh and ordering voice Natasha commanded : “Come here Max. We will get your new clothes and I want no troubles with you, understand?” Max, surprised and a little daunted nodded silently, then followed the strange woman.

The three cops laughter. They knew Natasha and where sure that Max would be in good Hands. Now they wanted some drinks, and when Max would be ready for the party it would be the hottest bash they had ever celebrated. The three would have big fun and the little bitch would be in for the most and hardest sex of her life.