She’d checked her lips out in her makeup mirror earlier, puckering the soft pouty pillows in a make-believe kiss, knowing they’d be using her mout...h for more than kissing. Her mouth was a brilliant red gash, the beckoning gateway to a hot wet receptacle to be used for their perverted desires. They’d told her she had a mouth made for sucking cock, and if today was like the past number of days, she knew her belly was going to be full of hot teenage cum before they were done with her.“Those tits. The chains jingle and clatter as she fights to get free, but the chains don’t budge. She begins to calm as her attempts to get free are unsuccessful.The robber lifts her dress exposing her garter and her white string bikini panties. He admires what he sees. The poor helpless mother cries out, again telling him to stop, don’t, but this only makes it more exciting for the robber – turned attacker. He begins fondling her. First feeling up her thigh hi’s, then her panty line, front to back, then. A faintly pungent male odor seemed to emanate from his crotch as her lips touched the flesh of his shaft. She identified another smell as the leather odor from the briefs, transferred by sweat to the skin they had covered."Take it in your hands and treat it like a baby," he said. "Kiss it nicely, and then you can lick it like a piece of candy."She was more alert, now, determined not to earn another blow of the punishing lash. As long as pain and fear would make her comply with his orders. It was 45 minutes later when Matti returned. He had nailed strips across three 2 x 8 planks, creating an 8 foot long stretcher on which to place the body of the dead pilot. When he got back, the two officers appeared to have completed their work, as they were standing there waiting for his return.“That looks like it should do the trick, Matti. If I could borrow your satellite phone, I’d like to check in at the detachment to see if there’s anything new that has come up about this plane. Someone.