"Now just close your eyes and enjoy the feel of the sun and the air on those gorgeous tits of yours" Sandy said.
Christine closed her eyes and lay back on the towel beside Sandy. The next thing she knew, her mouth was being duct taped, and she was being dragged off through the sand by her ankles. She opened her eyes to see the two girls who had her ankles. But where was Sandy? She tried hard to find something to grab onto, but sand was all she found. Her arms and her bare back felt like they were on fire from the dragging. Finally they stopped, and Christine lay there afraid to move.
Quickly the two girls whipped off Christine's bikini bottoms, leaving her totally naked and helpless. They then spread Christine's ankles and cuffed them to a long bar. "Flail around all you want to, bitch! You ain't goin' anywhere until we're done with you" said a tall, dark haired Latina girl who now stood over Christine with an evil grin on her face. "You wana come on to my turf, and steal my chica? You're gonna pay!"
"Mmmmpf! Mmmmpf!" was the only sound that came from Christine's taped mouth as she tried in desperation to attract help. She writhed and struggled, and clawed at the sand in vain.
The Latina girl knelt in the sand next to Christine. "Stop struggling" she said as she produced a switchblade from her jeans pocket. "I'll cut that beautiful body of yours if you don't behave. Comprende?" Christine shook her head yes and ceased her struggles. Meanwhile the Latina girl ran the tip of the blade down Christine's neck, and traced a delicate pink trail down between her breasts. She turned the tip as she made an outline around each of Christine's breasts, then spiraled inward as the blade traced around Christine's aureoles before finally scraping gently against each nipple.
Christine was scared, but slowly she was also becoming very aroused. She felt the tip of the knife move again. This time right down the middle of her washboard tummy to her soft, virgin mound. The blade traced around her labia. Then she felt fingers spread her pussy open. The knife continued its macabre dance around her inner lips as the tip headed for her clitoris. Christine was now panting with fear and excitement as she waited for the blade to find her swollen clit. But just as Christine moaned in anticipation, the knife blade stopped.
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