I continue to roll back and forth on the hay and dirt strewn floor, my arms wrapped around my battered orbs while I struggle to catch my breath. The pain blinding me to the fact that you come in behind me and lay a hard boot to my back, jerking my body forward as more waves of pain cascade over my tanned and toned dimensions. I groan, trying to fight through the pain....not wanting everyone to see me hurt and vulnerable...also not wanting them to see that smug look on your ugly face that I know is already there. I can confirm this as you roll me to my back and sit on my tummy. I look up at you, my eyes searing daggers into you and, if I were in a better position, I'd reach up and choke the ever living fuck out of you. Instead, though, I'm forced to endure some humiliating smacking as you paint brush my face with your palms. My head snapping back and forth before I put my arms up to try to block the barrage.
Breathing heavy, but starting to catch my breath as I endure the smacks, you slither down my tummy, over my denim encased mound and down my legs. I feel your hands working at the sides of my shorts, peeling them slowly over my round ass and down my firm thighs. "Noo...nuuhh..noooo.." I groan as I vainly attempt to stop your hands from their mission. You pull them off my legs, leaving me bare ass naked in the middle of the floor. I roll to my side and try to cover up my glistening, freshly waxed peach. My face red not only from the smacks, but from the humiliation of being stripped in front of all the guys. "Fuck!" I groan as I slowly roll to my tummy at your foot's nudging. My firm globes compressing, mushrooming under me while your foot glides over my round, tanned, ass. You're just heaping on the embarrassment and I grit my teeth in determination. Narrowing my eyes, I look over my shoulder, you swinging my shorts around, and my jaw drops.
Either you're the most confident bitch there is or the most stupid. I'm still trying to decide as I see you 'taking five' to steal some sugar from Jeff the Jackass. Yeah, he may be an ass, but he's my ass....if I really wanted him, that is. Which is now coming into question as I see him ramming his tongue down your throat. I shake my head and slowly get up to my hands and knees to face you. Getting to my feet as you take a 'victory lap' of sorts....slapping hands and celebrating something you don't have....me quitting. Oh, I'm far from it. I'm hurt and stripped....my dignity gone...but I still have something you never will. Desire! When I set my mind to something...I get it. And, now, I'm setting my mind to your destruction.
I thought you were stupid before and you now confirm it by putting your back to me while I'm still conscious. "Opportunity comes in a lot of forms, Kit-Kat", Daddy used to tell me, "it's just a matter of being able to see it." I glance at the nearby saw-horse and I see "it".
Wiping more sweaty hair from my eyes, I quickly snatch the lassoed rope from the old saw horse, grimacing in pain as I raise my left arm, twirl it, and aim the stiff rope for that fat neck of yours. Giving it a very hard tug, if I snare you, and trying to jerk you backwards....looking to introduce the small of your dirty back to the heel of my foot as I bring it up!
My biceps rounding from the effort, my body shiny from sweat and my tanned skin highlighting my musculature, I must be quite the sight. I don't even care about that right now....all I want is to hurt you.
"Time for some 'cow' punching!" I grunt.
