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          Diego was taken by surprise by the enterprising gringa . The force of her foot made him lean far over. His right hand released the knife that had won him his liberation and touched the bottom of the boat. He saw the gringa spin her body and jump up to the side of the small raft. He knew what she was doing immediately. Diego didn’t consider himself a fate worse than death, but there had been a little, black haired chinga who had thrown herself out of a third floor window in Porto Vaca rather than be blessed with his charms. And the blond mujer was in much more trouble than her.
          But these thoughts flashed through Diego’s animalistic, reactive mind in a flash. Without taking a moment to think about it, he pushed himself up with his right hand and leapt at the fleeing, blond prize, whipping his left hand towards her. She was already half way out of the boat, but he was just able to circle his mighty fist around her left ankle.
         “Nooooooo! Nooooooo!” Margie cried as she felt the iron grip of the outlaw imprison her leg. She yanked at it two, three times in feeble attempts to free it. As she felt herself being dragged back into the boat, her hands clawed at the smooth, round surface of the inflatable craft without finding purchase. She felt her breasts slide over the surface of the raft’s gunwale and then, to her added dismay, as her bright orange tube top was dragged along, her ample, soft, round mounds sprung free.
          Frantic and panicked, Margie whirled around and started to scratch and claw at her captor. “Nooooooo! Nooooooo!” she screamed again and again. She could feel her naked breasts swing freely as she struggled. “Let me go! Let me go!” she yelled helplessly.
          Diego grabbed the wild, delirious woman by her hair and shook her mightily. “You fucking cunt!” he yelled at her. He stopped shaking her head long enough to give her a mighty slap across her face. Her face turned beet red where he struck her and her head turned sharply on her neck in reaction to the blow.
          “Ahhhhhhhhhh! Please! Please! Let me go!” Margie continued to scream as the brutal man struck her again. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” she moaned tearfully.
          Diego threw the woman to the bottom of the boat and put his foot in the middle of her back pressing down with all of his weight. He put his hand to his face and then removed it. Blood! The fucking bitch had scratched him! He took his foot off of her back long enough to give her a vicious kick in the ribs. “You fucking cunt!” he shouted at her again.
          Marjorie had lost all semblance of coping with her dire straights. She was sobbing heavily, sure that she had lost her best chance at escape and sure that the man now would treat her more brutally than he would have before. Her face and bare breasts were squashed down against the floorboards of the raft. There was a small amount of river water that had collected there from the spray resulting from their sprint up the river and her body was getting soaked. She groaned with acute pain when the man kicked her and tried to curl up into a little ball. Diego’s heavy foot resumed its place in the middle of her spine and she was once again mashed into the wet, slimy, wooden slats.
          “Oh, please don’t hurt me please again, please!” she cried out in English. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
          Diego was having none of that. This bitch needed tying up, he thought. “And then we’ll see what I can do to make her pay.”
          A good bandit will always plan ahead. Before, when he was about to throw the woman’s hat into the river, he had taken notice of the long, white band of cloth on it. He knew that he would have to tie the cunt up sooner or later and there was no rope that he knew of on their little craft. He was sorry that he hadn’t kept the handcuffs that he had removed back in the town after killing the policemen, but