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it. In a trice, it was joined with the first and tied off securely. He connected the end of the cloth to her wrists and then leaned back to admire his workmanship. The woman’s skirt had ridden up on her graceful, pale thighs almost all the way to her ass and he was pleased at what he saw. She was still wearing her cute little sandals and they flailed in the air as the woman tried to come to terms with her plight. But what he really wanted was to see was her tits.
          The broad shouldered, muscular man lifted Margie from the bottom of the boat by taking hold of her long, reddish blond hair and pulling her up to her knees. The woman screamed and protested from the pain. Her face was wild with fear. Her orange top was pulled up over her lovely, pale, full breasts and they swayed prettily as the woman tried to get her balance.
          “Ahhhhhhh, lovely lady, you have been hiding your charms from me,” he said tauntingly. He placed his free hand under Margie’s left breast and squeezed and weighed it as he held her head still by the hair with the other. “What delicious tits, signora. Does your husband like to suck on them? Such bonita chichis should be out in the open getting air, mi conchita , not all hidden away. Hey Manuelo!” the bandit cried out to the man at the rear of the raft, “How do you like these guapa frutas , eh?” Diego, his hand still gripping Margie’s hair tightly, turned her body so that her bared, heavy, round breasts could be fully appreciated by the skinny, lecherous looking man. He gave a broad smile of appreciation and yelled something back. Diego then jerked her around and displayed her to the man in the front. “Quite a prize, eh, Pepe?” he asked him jauntily.
          Marjorie struggled in the man’s fierce grasp. She was mortified that her treasures were being so brazenly displayed to and assayed by the men in the small boat. Her arms were pulled back behind her by the force of the cruel hogtie and her arched shoulders made her twin delights press out invitingly. The fearsome bandit turned her head again so that she was facing him. His hand was still on her breast, squeezing it harshly and lifting it up free of her torso.
          “Do your tits taste as good as they look, chica ?” the man asked her, his golden teeth shining brightly amidst his toothy grin. “Let me find out, eh?” He lowered his thick, greasy lips to Margie’s nipple and subsumed it between them. He sucked on the teat harshly, drawing in the entire areola. Margie moaned and squirmed in the man’s grasp. “Please don’t!” she whined pitifully. “Please!”
          Marjorie hated everything that was happening to her, could think of no worse fate that could befall her, and yet the ministrations of the man’s lips and foul tongue to her sensitive nipple created a slight, familiar pulling in her loins. Her mind protested against her body’s reaction to her abuse. She tightened her thighs in a futile attempt to fight off her unwanted and incongruous, incipient passion.
          Diego shifted his attention to Margie’s other teat. He sucked long and hard on it, running his tongue over the hardened nipple while he cupped and massaged her other breast in his broad, strong hand. “Ahhhhhh!” Margie screamed in protest. “Stop it, please! Don’t do that, please!”
          Diego released the delicious nipple from his mouth and looked up at the protesting, young woman. He face was lined with anger. There was nothing he hated more than a caterwauling crica . “Shut your mouth, whore!” he yelled at her. He reared his right hand back and slapped her viciously across the breasts. “Ohhhhhh!” Margie yelled as she felt the hot pain across her tender skin. She called out again, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh!” when he slapped her flailing breasts again with his returning back hand.
          The bandit was pissed. It seemed like this cunt would never shut up. Well there was a remedy for this too.