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Palazzi’s vulnerable breasts through the thin tank top she wore, while blithely ignoring the girl’s feeble protests.
    “You know what, Yasir? I can feel her nipples! I’m telling you, man: this chick’s hot! No bra! And them nipples of hers stickin’ out a mile. They’re hard, man, real hard. This chick wants it; you can tell! I gotta see ‘em. Let’s take a peek, whadda ya say?”
    “Ahhh, Okay. Why not?” the big guy grunted, moving closer to the hanging girl.
    Mallory could do nothing but watch as the ferret’s raised hand caused her partner to flinch and turn away from his touch, but he only grinned more broadly and followed her averted face to run his fingers down her cheek and neck, and onto her naked shoulder.
    “Just hold real still now. I wouldn’t want to have to cut that pretty face of yours,” he hissed, plucking the shoulder strap and bringing his knife into play. A quick flick of the knife, immediately repeated on the other shoulder strap, sent the tank top slithering down, exposing the girl’s tautly-stretched torso, until it got hung up, bunched around her boyish hips.
    “Well now, ain’t that the cutest pair of tits you ever did see?” The ferret was clearly enjoying himself, as he eyed that nubile torso and the jaunty twin curves of Kip’s sexy tits: each mounded disk precisely defined, dusky aureoles widened and taut; brash nipples protruding out expectantly.
    While the hanging girl closed her eyes to shut out the sheer humiliation of it all, both men openly inspected her naked breasts. Ferret inserted his curved fingertips under the hanging pendant and flicked it, sending the little mound wobbling liquidly, all the while snickering with delight.
    The playful tits inspired Yasir who now moved in to get a piece of the action. He slid behind the hanging girl and brought both big hands up to cover those pert tits, closing them into his callused palms, squeezing until the girl wiggled and arched back against him and a muffled groan came from her parted lips.
    The big man felt her up lavishly while little Kip whimpered behind her gag.
    “You’re right, Sego. This one’s some hot piece! You know what I think? I think she ain’t a Fed after all. I think she’s just a little whore lookin’ for some action, crawlin’ around on boats lookin’ for some sailors to show her a good time.” He laughed at his own joke.
    Mallory, watching with growing indignation, could stand it no longer. She began to thrash about, yanking on the rope that held her in place and braying her protests loudly, if incoherently, from behind the ball stuffed in her gaping mouth.
    The two men turned to regard her, with curious detachment, as the dark-haired woman shook and twisted in fiery agitation. They looked at one another and smiled.
    “Hey, it looks like the other chick is jealous — just ‘cause her friend’s having all the fun.”
    “Yeah, but her friend is the one with tits, that’s why.”
    “You think the other one is pissed, ‘cause she’s flat as a board?”
    “I dunno, let’s find out.”
    Mallory watched the men approach with growing alarm. As Sego reached for her, she twisted in agitated fury and kicked out at him. The knife appeared from nowhere, the blade, close to her face. Mallory suddenly got very, very still. The ferret plucked the right shoulder of her T-shirt and forced the blade through the seam. She held herself tense as the flat side of the cold blade was pressed against her other shoulder, and a second slit was made from shoulder to neck on her left side. Yasir’s stubby fingers dug into the neck of the tattered T-shirt, and he yanked it down to her waist.
    The two men inspected the lanky woman as she hung before them, stripped to her brassiere and baggy shorts. The bra was a salmon-colored, lightweight thing, with unadorned thin straps and cups made of fine mesh — more for form than for uplift, as Mallory’s skimpy tits hardly required support.
    Sego immediately went to work