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at her cowardice, ashamed of the pleasure that the man’s cock had given her. For she knew that he would fuck her again and again. And, each time, she would squirm and wriggle with enforced pleasure, come involuntarily as he plied her with his remorseless, thick cock.
          “ Maybe I am a whore, a cunt, like he keeps calling me, ” Margie thought miserably. “ Maybe I deserve my fate. Maybe it was waiting for me out there all along until it was unleashed by a man strong enough and brutal enough to drag it out of me. ” Margie cried and sobbed when she thought of Tom. He was sure to know that she was kidnapped by now. How would she ever face him again? How could she ever lie with him and make love to him knowing about herself what she knew now? She tried to imagine what it would be like to be reunited with him and she knew that it would never be the same between them. It was better that the bandit killed her. What kind of a life could she have now anyway? Her whole self image had been destroyed. She was a cunt, a puta , a crica , everything the man had called her. What else could she be after this?
          Diego waited until he and his men had had their fill before he came over and released Marjorie from her bonds. He tied her hands back behind her and marched her over to the fire. The white cloth dangled behind her like a long tail. It was an hour or two after noon and there was plenty of daylight left. She was hungry and tired and thirsty. Would they let her eat?
          The bandit shoved the girl to her knees and released the gag around her face. Manuelo handed him a plate of beans and he put it down on the ground in front of her. “Eat, puta ,” was all he said.
          The forlorn woman bent over and pushed her face into the mush of food, careful not to dip her long, blond hair into the unappealing mixture. Despite her hunger she had thought for a moment of refusing, but she feared the large man’s anger. Although the beans were salty and coarse, she ate them with relish. The men all sat round the fire drinking the brandy and watching her degrade herself by eating from the dish like a dog. Her breasts dangled below her chest as she curved her back to get access to the food. She could feel that her face was smeared with the tart sauce and knew that she would look like some kind of wild animal when she was finished, but she didn’t care.
          When she had licked up the last of the beans, she felt the bandit’s hand take hold of her hair at the back of her head and lean her back. “Did you like your dinner, conchita ?” he asked her tauntingly. Not waiting for an answer he added, “But you need something to wash it down with.” He took the bottle that he was holding in his free hand and brought it to her lips. He forced it between her teeth and, after tilting her head back, began to pour its hot, fierce contents into her mouth. It burned on the way down her throat and she coughed and sputtered as it entered her throat. After she had swallowed a few mouthfuls, he pulled the bottle back to give her a chance to deal with the rawness of the liquor and then brought it back and forced her to drink some more. Her head was spinning and her body felt full and energized when he released her. He was smiling broadly at her. “Good stuff, eh?” he said. “ Le leche tu madre ,” he added. Your mother’s milk. Far from it. But Margie welcomed the swimming of her senses that the high proof liquor produced.
          The men sat around laughing and talking, drinking and smoking cigarettes for some while. Diego had wiped her face with the former, orange tube top and then returned her gag to her mouth. Margie watched the men sullenly. Their eyes kept wandering back and forth over her naked flesh. The thought that the other men would probably fuck her as well sooner or later made her skin crawl. But the effects of the strong liquor made her mind dull and she soon put those thoughts out of her