"Gotta tenderize you fast."

Mike raised his hand again. Then the arm sliced down, cutting the shadows fleeting across the sand. Christina screamed, her shriek drowned out by the pounding of the heavy surf only a few feet behind her.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she wailed.

"Bitch," he snarled, striking her across the face again. The girl rolled onto her side, both hands still covering her tits while her knees jerked up to her belly. She coughed, some sand and dirt having clogged up her mouth.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed.

Mike was on top of her now, straddling her thighs while trying to knock away her hands from her tits. The girl fought like a soldier, biting, kicking and scratching at his face while he tried to steady her.

"Stop it, you Goddamned little cunt or I'll beat the livin' shit outta you!" he growled, curling his callused fingers into two fists and holding them threateningly in front of her face.

Christina realized she could do nothing to stop him from raping her. He'd knock her unconscious, and then God only knows what he'd try with her. With a groan, the young teenager gave in.

"That's better," he muttered, knocking her hands away from bet tits and staring at the two white mounds under him. "Nice tits. Good and fat and tight," he said, rubbing his fingers lightly over her rubbery red nipples.

Christina tried not to feel anything. Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip, telling herself nothing was happening. She tried to ignore the hot, tight, itchy ache burning in her pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she cried, turning her face away from Mike.