Page 90 of Miki

Martin pulled me back, annoyed, but let me sip the water this time, and I managed to get a few mouthfuls before he pulled the bottle out of reach. I didn’t realise how parched I had been.

“Thanks,” I murmured, letting my lips twitch into a slight smile.

It galled me to thank him, but I was determined to put my plan into action.

The bastard nodded approvingly and allowed me another few sips before making a show of pouring the rest of the bottle over my boobs.

“Oops!” he laughed.

“Always liked those. I bet you’d win any wet t-shirt competition,” he said, chuckling and staring at them.

Keep it together, Eilidh! You need to use his attraction and get yourself out of this mess! I reminded myself, although the very thought made me want to puke.

Martin reached out and squeezed my breasts.

“You really have great tits, Eilidh,” he told me, licking his lips.

“I’m going to bite them hard later. Mark them, good. You’re going to love it!” He laughed as he leaned down and roughly nipped one of my nipples through my swimsuit.

“Ow!” I cried out.

“We are going to have so much fun, baby!” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m going to make you scream for me!” he said, smirking.

Dipping his head again, he nipped the other nipple. I bit back my groan of pain, and he kissed the abused bud.

“Don’t hold back, baby. I want your pain. Give it to me!” he said, biting the other nipple again.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I grimaced and cried out. Tears coursed down my cheeks at the pain. Oh, god! I couldn’t do this.

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll love this as much as I do!” he said.

His smug look was all I could take, and before I could stop myself, I spit in his face.

“Fucking pervert!” I screamed.

Martin’s hand flew out and slapped me hard across the face.

Fuck!

“That’s it! Keep fighting me, Eilidh!” he said, panting hard.

That fucker! I spat at him again. This time it was a good one and hit him square in the eyes, earning me another slap, which made my ears ring.

Martin wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, and the look he gave me told me what a huge mistake I’d made. He was enjoying my reaction. He really got off on this.

Slowly, he reached out again, his smirk widening as he pulled my swimsuit down below my breasts. Straddling me again, he used both hands to tweak my nipples, twisting them cruelly until I cried out in pain.

I tugged hard on my restraints again, but there was nothing I could do but lie there and take the abuse.

“If you thought that was painful, baby, just wait. We’ve only got started. I have so many ways to make you scream,” he sneered.

Fucking bastard! When I got out of here, he was going to pay for this.

If you get out of here! A treacherous voice in my head said, but I ignored it.

Fighting back the tears that sprang to my eyes at the pain he’d inflicted, I vowed again that I would get out; I just had to figure out how.

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