[skjelner]

Unusually reticent and unmoving so far, Mark suddenly turned vibrant and swung around to her side, reaching into his back pocket to reveal a sharp switchblade.

“Alright you little bitch, I don’t want to hear any noise from you.” Erin felt another stinging slap on her right cheek, but before she could take a recovery breath, he gripped her neck rather tightly with his free hand, flipped the switchblade open, and quickly sliced her shirt down the front, grazing her skin just enough to leave a red trail, but not so deep as to draw blood. Through her gasps fueled by the onset of asphyxiation, it was evident to Erin that Mark had done this many times before, probably to women just as innocent as she.

Erin’s throat burned as though someone was furiously rubbing sandpaper against its inner walls, and just as she thought she might black out, Mark released his hold and slapped her again on the same cheek as she gasped through her nose for glorious air.

She had almost failed to realize the top of her orange halter bikini was now exposed, along with her deep cleavage and bare upper chest and stomach. Her silver navel ring contrasted with her nicely-tanned skin, gleaming under the pale light, which Mark’s body soon blotted out as he examined her perfectly molded torso. Erin felt his large hand lightly running up from the low-fitting heavily worn waistband of her mini shorts and over her significantly visible ribs, stopping at the thinnest section of the strap of her bikini top, which sat uncomfortably around her now reddened, sore neck.

“Shit. These tits are fucking great,” Chris exclaimed as Mark nodded in agreement. Jason merely stood over Erin’s head, smirking. Mark made a move as if to slice through the strap of her bikini, causing Erin to flinch, which widened Jason’s smile.

“Look at her; she’s nervous as fuck.” Erin remained silent at Jason’s remark but could feel her breathing getting heavier, as what he had deduced was, in fact, true. Though Erin had been felt up a few times, she had never had sex before and was sure that was exactly what these three guys had in mind. “Do it,” Jason slowly said, and Mark snapped into action: flicking his blade, he cut cleanly through the tie on the front of Erin’s bikini strap, and tore it off, laying bare her round, perky breasts which nicely filled the space above her chest, their soft, pink nipples pointed straight toward the lights above.

“God damn, Chris, you’re right. She doesn’t even have any tan lines. Gorgeous,” he muttered truthfully as he filled his hands with them and squeezed fairly hard. Erin cried out through her gag in protest, earning her a fourth hard slap, only this time to her left cheek, then immediately fell silent once more.

Chris picked up her bikini top and read its tag aloud. “A D-cup . . . perfect, just great.”

Mark stowed his knife away and straddled her waist; Erin became utterly disgusted when she felt a lump under his work pants steadily begin to form as he fondled her large, full breasts. Erin could do nothing but watch in fright as her captor began to pinch her cold nipples, causing them to grow warm and hard from his touch.