She held her breath and tilted her head, cocking an ear to listen to the sound of retreating footsteps. Maybe he was leaving. Maybe he’d changed his mind, or had just wanted to scare her. But no, she could hear him walking back towards her.<br/><br/>She didn’t respond to his question about having her mouth washed out. She was smart, and she learned quickly. He didn’t like swear words, and it was best not to piss him off. But still…. She hissed at him, “I do NOT belong to you…” A soft growl sprung forth from the recesses of her throat as she tried to jerk away from the pressure against her cheek.<br/><br/>Damn it. Her insistence that her family had mob ties hadn’t swayed him at all. Panic rose in her throat like bile as he pushed her cut clothing down her body. It stole her breath away and caused her heart to pound erratically in her chest. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she came close to passing out.<br/><br/>No. She had to stay in the present. Passing out wouldn’t do any good. She<em>was</em>smart. She could figure a way out of this. She could do whatever was necessary to survive this.  And he couldn’t win. She wouldn’t let him…<br/><br/>This line of thought was interrupted by the words “Miss Piggy,” and she glared sightlessly under the sack as she snapped out. “Don’t call me that!” One couldn’t tell by looking at her, but she’d once been overweight and had endured taunts like that. She’d been the spoiled princess, the only girl, in a large family, and her size showed just how indulged she was. It wasn’t until she became a teenager that she did something about it, using her stubbornness to avoid fatty foods and to make herself exercise until her body was slim and shapely.<br/><br/>She cried out softly as his palms slid against her heavy breasts. Again, she bit her lip, trying to keep sounds of fear from leaking out. He was the sort to get off on such noises, and she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.<br/><br/>This resolve was sorely tested when his hand suddenly and surprisingly slapped against her breast. First she grunted at the pain. But after several more such strikes against her soft flesh, she began to cry loudly, her lip swollen and bloody from the effort of holding in screams. Her chest muscles ached at the continuous pull of her globes of flesh as the weight swung wildly back and forth. But that was nothing compared to the pain in her breasts themselves, where the pain was excruciating.<br/><br/>She heard the growl and tried to shrink back into her chair, seeking some shelter from the abuse he was inflicting on her. Tears flooded her pretty face and soaked the fabric of the bag over her head. Breathing became even more of a chore as he held her breasts up only by the nipples. Her back arched inwards in the attempt to relieve the pressure on her poor tortured buds.<br/><br/>It was clear to her that this man wasn’t interested in giving her any sort of unwilling pleasure. He only wished to hurt her. It was also clear to her that the tortured was only just beginning. She whimpered in fear.<br/>