Sorry I couldn't post a move yesterday, I didn't get home at all until late last night. But everything's fine Lisa, and I'm ready to kick your butt now! (Or get you off of my butt
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*My entire body aching, pain resonating loudly through every limb and joint. I lay battered atop the warm sand, wincing, struggling to stay conscious. What's worse, my face now buried deep in the sand, my scalp screaming in pain as your fingers sink into my hair to force my head down. I feel your weight planted firmly on my lower back, and to all on-lookers it appears that I'm on my way out. But there's still a bit of fire left in me, and while I'm frantically spitting out sand and losing air from this smother, I still have my bearings intact. I reach up and behind me, my claws scratching at your hands and wrists. I sink them in deeply, causing as much pain as I can as I rake my sharp nails over your skin. As I feel you cry out, I lift my head from the sand just enough so that it's no longer pressed into it, and then release your hands to place my palms down into the sand. Quickly, I plant my knees into the sand, and lift you on my back just enough so your feet now must touch the ground in order to balance you. Coughing out sand and gasping for air, I shake my head as I get on on all-fours, you still gripping my hair, pain and exhaustion still racing across my body, working on pure adrenaline now. With a hiss I crawl BACKWARDS underneath you, gasping as you still cling on my hair. But I crawl back between your spread legs, just enough so you have to forcibly bend over in order to keep my hair contained in your grip. You soon lose that grip on my disheveled tresses as I end up behind you, and practically POUNCE on your back, leaping off the sand to grab your arms! I hook my arms around yours and pull them back firmly, twisting your limbs behind you, holding them there with my left arm, while my right hand makes its way up to your face. I clamp my palm over your mouth and nostrils, smothering the air from you as I hold back your head against my shoulder. You feel my firm breasts pressing into your back as I hold you to me, our bodies still struggling about frantically as I now have you in my own smothering, restrictive hold. I fight to hold on, mustering all my strength to contain you as you kick about and thrash in my arms. I glance over to my left and see the discarded rope laying there. I force you to move toward the rope, while still fighting to maintain my grip on your arms. My hand over your face is helping me control your movements, but your thrashing and wild struggles is almost nearly breaking my hold on you. As we move about the sand, I press my face against the side of yours, my lips on your ear, my voice whispering words only you can hear*
"Mm..almost had me there, honey..but, I won't allow you to take me prisoner..Get this through your thick skull, wench..you, are mine, slave..you will call me, Captain..your fucking ass belongs to me..you stupid, sexy, bitch.."
