I was drinking and relaxing after a long day of walking about 4 months ago in a small local pub, while traveling on winter time in the mountains, i was alone having a glass of wine to warm myself up, after walking in the blistering winds out side. the pub was full with people, young man and woman on holiday, the old folk of the small town and some groups of people who came to ski.

Around midnight or so the pub was almost empty, a few old drunk man, 4 guys ware sitting in the back, the bartender and me, I kept having this feeling like someone is looking at me, I was already at my 4th glass and felt woozy, I decided to call it a night and go up to my room to get some sleep when suddenly I felt a warm hand touching my shoulder, I was wearing a tight plain shirt and yoga pants with my boots, it scared me a bit and I turned quickly to see who is touching me, it was one of the old man, he asked if he can buy me a drink, I said that I call it quit for today and he insisted to buy me that drink, said he was looking at me all evening and that I remind him of his daughter, I accepted the offer to make a nice old man happy, he raised his hand to the bartender and the bartender nodded with his head. Next thing I know, I'm sitting with 5 old man around a table while the bartender serves us our drinks, it was whisky, a strong whisky, just the smell of it made my nose tingle, we raised our glasses and drank the shots.

Immediately I felt wrong, I thought I’m going to be sick, it felt like all the blood in my body was racing to my head and at once dropped to my legs, my mind filled with a nice feeling of fogginess, I felt like floating, I know I'm sitting and looking at the table but I was not sure it was me sitting there.

The old man who bought me the drink asked if I'm feeling OK, I tried to answer but all that came out was some mumbling, it felt like I’m drooling, suddenly a warm hand was passing on my thigh, going back and forth, touching my inner thigh and moving across my pussy.

My legs ware not acting to my commends, no matter how much I tried to close them, they stayed wide open, another hand was now moving on me, under my shirt and on my bra, rough rigged hand, it felt like sand paper is moving on my skin, I looked to my right and one of the old man was smiling at me, asking if I mind to remove my bra, in my head I was screaming but my mouth said nothing, just nodded and smiled. Click. The relief of removing the presser from a bra was passing on my back, i looked down to the table, my bra was in the middle of it and an ashtray was in one of the cups, how long had passed since the bra was removed from me? I looked to my left, the old man who bought me a drink was replaced by a very scary looking man, he had scars all over his face, they looked like roads that lead nowhere on a fake map, his right hand was on my neck, holding it tight like a person would hold a dog to hold him from moving, his left hand was moving on me, my shoes wear off and so ware my pants, when did I remove them?  Did I ware underpants? I’m not sure anymore, the fog in my head felt like its taking over every thought I had. I felt uncomfortable, the chair was cold, and the man’s hand was moving on my lips, my pussy felt dry and shrunk, he licked his fingers and passed them on my clit.