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will keep her from kicking out.”
    With a grin, one of the men dragged over a heavy concrete block and placed it directly under her feet. He removed her shoes and pulled her socks down, and then tied a rope to that already around her ankles, threaded it through the cement block and back over the ankle bondage again. He pulled until the block was lifted from the floor and hung suspended just below her feet. He tied off the rope and stood back. He was grinning as he pulled a switchblade from his pocket and flicked it open.
    It was getting harder for Susie to put up a brave front. The weight pulling down her feet tightened up the rope around her wrists and stretched her body out painfully. She was a strong young woman and could probably lift her legs, block and all, upward, but kicking was, as they intended, out of the question.
    The other henchman had brought in a chair, which Marco used to stand on while he took her blouse in one hand and began slicing the material with that sharp knife. With his face only inches from hers, he took a delight in looking into her eyes as he cut the expensive blouse from her body. Maybe he was looking for signs of fear, which would probably have made his task more pleasurable – for him. Soon enough he had the blouse totally cut away, leaving her clad only in her bra from the waist up. First, he cut the straps going over her shoulders, and then pushed the blade between her bra and her skin, pausing dramatically for a moment before jerking the blade. It cut through the bra quickly and the garment fell away.
    For a few seconds none of the men said a word. The pair of breasts that were now on display before them were magnificent! Large and firm, with nipples that stood out most delightfully. These men had never seen such perfect globes in person, only in the centerfolds of men’s magazines.
    Standing on the chair, only a few inches from those wonderful boobs, Mack was hard put not to reach out and grab one or both.
    “Get down and finish getting those clothes off her,” Raszini barked.
    Reluctantly, Marco stepped down from the chair and pulled it aside. Then he was taking the waistband of her jeans in one hand and sliding the blade behind it. With a grin, he jerked the knife again and cut through the designer jeans. It took him a full couple minutes to cut all the jean material away, but when he finished there was a lovely pair of legs exposed. All that was left was the black, lacy panties barely covering her most private place. Almost reverently, he took the panties in hand and sliced through the thin material, first on one side, then on the other. Slowly he pulled the panties from between her legs.
    If they were surprised to find that the pubic area now exposed was shaved totally clean, none said a word about that. They just stood there and admired the view.
    “All right! You guys get out of here,” Raszini finally ordered. “And remember, I don’t want you fucking this broad. Not yet, anyway. I’ll let you have her, but later. Right now I want her to understand just what she’s in for. So get lost.”
    The men reluctantly left the room, muttering under their breaths about how unfair this was – but being careful not to let Raszini hear them.
    Slowly he walked around his prisoner, taking in all the lovely curves, the soft perfection of that bare flesh, the narrowness of her waist and the firmness of her breasts. He felt himself reacting to this display of sexual perfection as any man would; a bulge began forming in his pants. But it was a battle inside him between desire and hatred. This, he reminded himself, was the sister of the man who had ruined his life. No matter how desirable her body was, he wished to make her suffer. At least at first. Later, he would show her what a fucking by a real man was like, but first he wanted to make her hurt. He wanted her to feel pain so intense that she was screaming from it. And he wanted her brother to know she was being tortured, to share that