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on the bra and with a few strategic snips, it fell away to expose Mallory Channing’s petite breasts. He gathered up the flimsy tangle of straps and tossed it aside. Then he stepped back to join his comrade in admiring Mallory’s newly-bared chest: lithe, sculpted with thickened disks that mounded slightly outward in bas-relief, their centers crowned with surprisingly thick, ripe nipples.
    The grinning ferret reached for her. A finger and thumb closed to lightly pluck an inviting pink nipple, plump and fleshy. He rolled it experimentally between thumb and forefinger, while his captive glared at him over her gag, a look of cold hatred in her pale blue eyes. The ferret-faced man looked back into her eyes as his fingers toyed with her nipple. And he was still looking into her eyes as his fingers tightened, vise-like, on the sensate tip.
    Mallory’s muted cry came out strangled as she arched back and shook her head in helpless rage.
    The vise-like pressure held for one long agonizing moment, and then it relaxed, though he still held her by the throbbing nipple, lightly tugging on the pliant flesh.
    “You know what,” he said regarding his captive with a decidedly wicked grin, “I think this one wants to play, too. Just a couple of whores, lookin’ for some fun,” the thin man smirked, reaching for the belt of Mallory’s shorts.
    But just as his fingers were about to attack the helpless girl’s belt buckle, the sound of a motor boat grew abruptly louder. The startled crewmen look at each other, and as one, turned to scramble to the deck, leaving the three girls to stare at one another, commiserating their fate in silence.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Having no choice in the matter, the girls were forced to wait in place, while from above them they heard the motor of the small boat slow to an idle, and then abruptly quit. The silence lasted for no more then five minutes, after which there was the sound of male voices in the hallway: Sego’s and occasionally Yasir’s — defensive and plaintive; and a third voice, a low rumbling voice that was both accusatory and questioning.
    The doors opened and Sego and Yasir walked in, flanking a neatly bearded man, tall and fit; an older man, with cold blue eyes and flecks of gray in his brushed-back, thinning hair. The dark turtleneck he wore with his blue blazer gave him a vaguely nautical look, and he held himself with sense of command, as though he were quite definitely the Captain of th e Big Wizz . His thin lips were set and tight as he contemplated the three prisoners. Unlike the other two who looked upon the unfortunate girls with open, leering male lust, this man seemed to view the bare-breasted females with cold indifference, as though his finely controlled features would allow for no display of emotions.
    “So. Quite a catch ...and we weren’t even fishing,” the Captain said in a contemplative voice, as he studied Mallory’s sleek, stretched-out, figure.
    “Have you searched them?”
    The man called Sego, pointedly eyed up the semi-nude women, broke out into a smile, and began to make what might have been a joke, but one look at the humorless Captain caused him to bite his lip. This man was not kidding!
    “Nah,” he confessed. “We didn’t have time. Sir”, he added lamely, when the Captain spun around to give him a hard look. Sego wilted.
    The Captain said nothing, his eyes once more studying Mallory.
    “You two are useless,” he said talking to the two crewmen while his eyes never strayed from Mallory’s. “Worse than useless. What little brains you have are in your cocks.” Although the words were derisive, the tone was cold and even.
    Suddenly, he spun on his heel, and started to the door.
    “Search them. Take Cunt 8 to her cabin. Bring the other two to me. And tell Dwayne, and Merc that I want to see them - immediately!” Then he was gone.
     
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    The Dillon girl, ’Cunt 8’ to her captors, was taken down and led away. She