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man asked her tauntingly. “Don’t you want to have your precious papaya stuffed? I’m going to shove my thick cock up your pussy, conchita , in just one minute. And don’t think that your pretty, little panties are going to get in my way.”
          The bandit picked up his knife again and pulled at the elastic high on Margie’s left thigh. He had stuffed the hem of her skirt in her waistband and her slender, pale thighs and yellow panties were brazenly displayed. Marjorie whined through her gag when she felt him cut through the narrow fabric around her upper thigh. She wanted desperately to stop him, to fight him off, but her bound hands would not answer her. She wanted to leap to her feet and throw herself off of the speeding raft, but her imprisoned ankles could not respond.
          When the man had also cut the thin fabric of her panties between her waist and her thigh on the other side, he grabbed the dainty, yellow undergarment and gave it a mighty yank. It burned as it was dragged along her tingling nether lips. Tears welled from the dismal woman’s eyes as she realized that her defenseless sex was now bared. She watched remorsefully as the man held the torn panties in the air, letting them flutter in the wind for a few moments like some strange, obscene flag and then released them. Margie whined pitifully as she saw them fly away on the wind and then fall into the rushing water behind the boat.
          Diego took hold of the girl’s right teat between the fingers and thumb of his scarred, powerful left hand and gave it a vicious twist. The pain shot right through the unfortunate woman and she cried out behind her bright orange gag. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she yelled, “eeeease! eeeeeease! et oh! eeeeease!”
          The bandit laughed at the woman’s garbled, muffled attempt at words. “Spread your legs, whore,” he instructed her harshly, “or I’ll pull your nipple right off!”
          The man’s torture of her right nipple had caused Margie to lean forwards as far as her hogtied wrists would allow in an instinctive attempt to draw her breast away from his depredations. Her posture put most of her weight on her knees and she found it difficult to obey his command even though the excruciating pain in her breast was motivation enough. The man responded by taking hold of her other teat and squeezing it as well.
          “Aaaaaarrrrmmmmm!” Margie cried out in anguish. “Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
          “I can do this all day, pequita ,” Diego told her, amused at her suffering. “Just be a good girl and spread your legs and I’ll let go.”
          With great effort, Marjorie was able to move her right knee a couple of inches from her left. She then moved her left a few inches more apart. And then, with a huge sob, realizing that her pudenda would be bared to the man’s hostile intents, she spread them apart some more. The cruel man finally let go of her sore and aching nipples. “That’s the way, my little puta , spread them wide,” he said in his gruff, fear inducing voice. He placed his hands on the insides of the distraught woman’s thighs and pulled them farther apart until her tingling sex was fully exposed. He placed his right hand over it and traced a thick, long finger along the crevasse between her love lips.
          “She’s already wet!” he announced to his friends. His finger slid along the woman’s cleft easily, gathering her moisture as it went and then rubbing it over her bud of pleasure. Marjorie shuddered when she felt it, mortified that the man had discovered her humiliating secret. She had been holding her own, even through her bindings and the mouthing of the tips of her firm, heavy mounds. But now that she realized that she was about to be invaded, the flood gates broke open.
          Marjorie started to sob as if there were no tomorrow, which, after all as far as she was concerned, there might not be. Her chest heaved with the