Gasping and panting, my naked chest heaving. I'm dirty, covered in dirt and straw. The tracks of my tears streak my face, my tits, kitty and face are scarred by your nails. I barely have time to settle on the haybale when you come charging across the barn. I start to bring up my arms but you manage to partially avoid them and clout me in the mouth. My eyes widen, i splutter and cough but before i have the slightest chance to come back at you, you have me by the hair and you have dragged me off the haybale and onto my back on the floor. Then you haul me across the floor and spin me around.
If it's possible to get carpet burns off an old barn floor, i have them but there is still some fight left in me. I wouldn't pass an MOT but the engine still works. I reach up and take hold of your wrist, pulling down to make some release of the tension on my hair, then, using my hold on your wrist i look to haul myself to my feet. You loom over me which in a way gives me an idea. I stretch out my right arm and force it between your legs, my hand cups your tight butt, still holding your wrist i look to pull you across my shoulders. I haven't the strength left to fully lift you up but i have just enough left to get you off your feet so i can then fall backwards, slamming you...(ok more like dropping you) onto the floor and coming down with my shoulders slamming into your body.
"Thought i was done did ya bitch?" i hiss through swollen lips...truth be told i haven't much fight left in me, but if i am to get beat i'm going down swinging. I wearily roll over and drop an elbow into your stomach.
