*As I lay on the sand, gasping for breath and reeling in pain from the shots to my tummy, I notice the wench casting a shadow over my prone body. She stands there, glaring down at me, and I glare back up at her defiantly until she reaches down and grasps a handful of my hair. I take in a deep breath, biting my lower lip to suppress a cry of pain as she drags me across the beach back toward the surf. I toss and turn as much as I can in her grip and whip my legs in a frenzy, struggling against the vixen but to no avail. She drags me thru the mud, and then into the shallow water, and I dread what is to come next. I take a deep breath before she forces my face into the cool waters, gasping for air when she yanks my head back out. She only dunks me again a moment later, holding for a few seconds more as I thrash about in the water. As she yanks me out of the water I take a more labored breath of air, straining and spitting out water, my mind in a frenzied state. I don't prepare myself as she dunks me a last time and I take a limited breath of air, causing me to panic uncontrollably while submerged underwater. Thankfully, she ends this torture but I'm too distraught to breath any sign of relief, or react to her dragging me back onto land. While she drags me, I feel the ropes come undone, finally freeing my arms. I don't react to my regained freedom just yet, as the dunking, hair pulling, and other torturous attacks have worn me down. I moan warily as she pulls me along the mud and sand, still coughing out water when I feel her boot pound mercilessly into my vulnerable stomach. As I curl into a fetal position, I realize she's going for my tight mini skirt. She yanks and pulls on it, trying to rip it from my shapely hips. Each pull of my skirt lifts me off the ground, but at the same time every movement of my battered body helps clear my mind from the agonized fog that settled within it. I wipe the water from my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows as she continues to rip at my skirt. Then, just as she's about to tear my skirt from my hips, with an angry cry, I launch my right boot up into her tummy! My left foot soars into the air as she doubles over, slamming into her shoulder, snapping her body back from the impact and sending her crashing into the sand. I sit up slowly, getting onto my knees and eventually my feet. A little wobbly, I shake my head and ignore the various aches and pains that rattle my body, instead focusing completely on my adversary. I limp toward her, adjusting my skirt in the process, and as she gets up I rush at her, tackling her back into the sand! Hands immediately going for her hair, I slam the back of her head down into the sand, holding it there while I lay on top of her. Adjusting myself over her prone body, I begin drilling her vulnerable tummy with hard knees, slamming them angrily into her waist, belly and side!*
