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. He reached down to the bottom of the boat and retrieved the finely honed knife that he had dropped there when the bitch had kicked him. He brought it up and took hold of the scrunched up, orange tube top that was wound around the woman’s chest. With a flick of his wrist, he sliced through it cleanly.
“Please, please,” Marjorie continued. She knew the man wanted her quiet, but something inside her had snapped and she could not control herself. “My husband has money!” she said desperately. “He’ll pay you! Just please don’t hurt me, please! “I’ll be goo…,” she started to say, but the bandit had taken the now torn orange top and drawn it roughly across her mouth. He circled it around her head pulling it tight. The broad cloth cut between Margie’s lips stretching her mouth into a grotesque grimace. He wrapped it around her face two more times and then tied it off behind her head.
The frightened, panicked woman was now effectively gagged. She gave a shrill whine and shook her head frantically in a futile attempt to cast the offensive garment off. The bandit stilled her motions by grabbing her hair behind her head and holding her fast. “Now I can suck on your tits in peace,
puta
,” he told her, grinning lewdly. He bent his head down and took possession of Margie’s, thick, hard nipple once again. This time he circled his massive arms behind her back and drew her body tightly against him as he suckled harshly at her teat. Margie could feel his hot hands on her naked back. The sensation of his rough appendages, his hard, strong body pressed against hers and the workings of the hungry lips and active tongue on her nipple began to stimulate her lust.
“Noooooo!” Margie tried to protest, but her ejaculation of dismay emerged only as a muffled sound. She looked towards the front of the boat and saw that the man there was leering passionately at the display before him. She closed her eyes to blot him out and heard him say something that she couldn’t make out in her distress and then laugh heartily.
When one of the bandit’s large, forceful hands left her back and transferred to her thigh, Marjorie felt an empty place open in her stomach. The hand pulled at her skirt, inching it up higher and higher until the hem was up around her waist. She could feel the roughness of the man’s tattered garments on the smooth, silky skin of her upper leg. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she moaned unhappily. The man’s body arched and she felt his hand cross her belly and pull her skirt up on the other side of her. She knew what he wanted. He wanted access to her precious, private place. Once he had revealed it to his view, she knew, there would be no stopping him. She pressed her thighs together tightly as the hand rubbed over her taut, sensitive lower belly and inside the gusset of her pretty, bright yellow, bikini panties.
His fingers toyed with the sparse, fine growth that bearded her pussy while he shifted his mouth’s attentions to her other breast. She could feel his thick digits poking and prying at her closed thighs like a hoard of hungry leeches. “Ohhhhhhhhh!” she moaned again as she pressed her finely trimmed thighs harder together to deny the man his goal. His fevered lips were still tormenting her nipple and she was afraid of what he would find between her pale lower limbs. Her pussy was tingling with the effects of his earnest suckling at her breasts, his hard, hot left hand at her back and the force of his body pressed against her.
Suddenly, the man pulled his head back from her breasts. The wind was whipping at the brim of the hat that he had scrunched down on his head. Margie could see her strangely decorated face and her wide, unhappy eyes reflected in her large, round sunglasses that he still wore. Her heart beat wildly when she felt the hardness of his cock press against her upper thigh.
“What’s the matter,
chica
?” the 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 force of her bellows of misery and water flowed like rivulets from her eyes. Diego paid it no mind. She could cry all she wanted. He knew that she needed to get it out of her system. Taking in the view of her sparsely covered sex, he reveled in its sight. He had been going to fuck her later, properly, but he was too far gone now. The soft, inviting cleft, its lips puffy and engorged, was framed by the drooping folds of the woman’s skirt on each side, like an actor on a stage. “A pretty picture!” he exclaimed to himself as he wormed his digit deeply inside. Her flesh was soft and warm and his cock twitched in its yearning to be enveloped in it. But he wanted the bitch to be hotter, squirming in her need for his cock.
He leaned over and recommenced the mouthing of her mammaries while his hot, strong hand continued to explore Margie’s cunt. He pressed his body forwards, forcing Margie back on her heels and bound wrists. She could feel the edges of the bottoms of her sandals digging into her rear cheeks. Moaning futile pleas, she felt her lusts grow higher as the man’s efforts enflamed them. When the man flicked his thumb over her hardened clit, she moaned with misery and passion. She didn’t want this, didn’t want it at all, but her body disobediently obeyed the commands of the man’s hand and mouth.
When the girl’s snatch was fully loose and soft, Diego decided that it was time. With his mouth still affixed to one of the woman’s delicious teats, he freed his long, thick cock from its dark environs and, moving forward between the woman’s extended thighs, brushed its tip along the welcoming crevasse. The woman reacted with a start and an intensification of her muffled moans and pleas. She tried to deny him entrance by forcing her thighs together, but his knees were now in the way and all she did was further stimulate his excitement by the pressure of her legs.
“Here comes my cock,
conchita
,” Diego told her. “It’s hard and hot and wants a new home. I think you’ll like it,” he told her. “All the little
putas
do.”
The hardened bandit pushed his hips forward driving his cock between the thick, engorged lips of Margie’s labia and slowly began to slide inside her. She could feel her walls being guided apart by its thickness. Her thighs shivered and her stomach quailed as she realized that she had been penetrated. She had sworn her pussy’s fealty to her new husband less than two weeks ago and had promised that no other human being would ever again delve into her soft, gentle interior but him. And here she was, about to be impaled by this bandit’s prick and her slutty quim was welcoming it like a two dollar whore to a sailor. She struggled futilely at her bindings and cried out mournfully as it sank deeper and deeper within her. Her thighs were forced wider and wider apart by the man’s and her wrists and ankles ached as the pressure of her body on them increased in direct proportion to the man’s advance into her depths.
When he had pierced her to her hilt, the man began a slow, deliberate sawing of his steel hard meat across her inner flesh. Margie felt her lust building against her will. Thoughts of her forlorn fate passed into a far corner of her mind as it began to focus on her pleasure. The mouth returned to her nipples, biting and licking them as the thick, solid wand continued its nefarious work inside her.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh!” Margie moaned in misery and delight. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Diego was pleased at the woman’s passionate response to her fucking. “You like my cock,
conchita
?” he mocked her, freeing his lips momentarily from her tits. “You’re going to get all you want, my little
gringa
slut. Your
crica
and my cock are going to be great friends.”
Marjorie’s mind only half recorded the import of the man’s insidious promise. But it was enough to cause a wave of despondency and despair to flow through her. And shame. Shame that all it had taken was the man’s cruel mouth on her tits for her pussy to begin to water, all it had taken was a long, thick finger tracing its way along the edges of her cleft for her it to open hungrily.
But her dismal thoughts quickly faded as her passion began to overcome her. She was going to climax, she knew it. She felt it. It would happen soon. The cock relentlessly tortured her pussy’s walls and brushed along her tingling, electrified clit. Her body began to quake and shudder. She knew the other men were watching her performance with lustful delight, but she could not help herself. And then it happened. She gave an impassioned shout from behind her gagged lips as she felt her pussy begin to contract and convulse. Her hips involuntarily sought to increase the friction of the meat inside her. Her hands twisted and writhed in their confinement. Her breasts ached with the excited blood that filled them.
“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she called out as jolt after jolt of pleasure exploded down below. The man’s efforts had accelerated at the clear evidence of the release of her lusts. He gripped her body tightly with his massive arms and pounded his hips against hers and he too came.
“Aiyeeeeeee!” the man called out, his voice blood curdling. “Fuck me you
gringa puta
! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” he yelled as he poured his spunk deep within her.