08-05-2008, 12:01 AM
Golden Girl (part 1) written by Jeri
Suzanne was pissed-off, though she tried not to show it. First of all, she didn't know why they had gone to the beach at all on an overcast day like today. Secondly, she had no idea why Sandra and Carrie thought it would be a good idea to come to this dumpy Evan's Beach rather than one of the private beaches they usually went to. Finally, since they had arrived, every loser local guy within five miles had come up to them, and Sandra and Carrie had even left with two of them. Those two guys clearly had been interested in her, as had all of the others, but Sandra and Carrie had actively flirted with them as soon as they arrived. Suzanne had seen them do this before. While they were close friends, the other two were jealous of the attention she got. Clearly they were getting back at her by taking off and leaving her alone. They had been gone seemingly forever, and Suzanne was getting cold and antsy. She had left her sweatshirt in the car, but rather than get it, she decided that she would take a jog to warm up. Hopefully, her friends would have returned by the time she got back.
Suzanne was basically a nice girl, just a little too focused on her looks. She was an avid tanner - laying in the sun at every opportunity that her studies would allow. She was also into fitness, in particular cardio kickboxing. She had never sparred or been in a fight, but she knew how to punch and kick with force and was generally pretty strong and fit. All of the freshman year beer parties had provided her with a thin layer of fat on her lower belly. Since she was predisposed to being too thin, she really didn't mind it. In fact, she had ample evidence to believe that it made her even more attractive. When she wore cropped t-shirt, guys seemed to literally salivate over her tanned midriff - a reaction she found very flattering. Needless to say, she wore a lot of cropped shirts.
Suzanne had noticed earlier the group of high school girls staring at her and whispering and snickering to each other. They were just kids and probably jealous of the attention that she and her friends were getting. As she stood up, brushed herself off and began a slow jog in a southern direction down the shore, she didn't read anything into the fact that the four girls had sprung to their feet and took off the same way in front of her. Suzanne was unfamiliar with this beach, so she didn't know that the way she was going would soon get rocky and impassable. She was carefully picking her way through the stones appearing through the sand and cursing her friends silently for taking her here and abandoning her, when she was struck full in the chest by the foot of the biggest of the high school girls. The blow knocked the wind out of her and put her on her back, and before she could even collect her thoughts, two of the other girls grabbed her by the feet and began dragging her into a secluded little area a few yards from where she went down.
Suzanne felt like her lungs had vacuumed shut as she tried to breathe in some air. In spite of that, she was aware that these girls were dragging her to an even more secluded spot. That really couldn't be a good thing for her since they had already attacked her for seemingly no reason. Suzanne, unlike many 19 year olds, generally kept her wits about her in stressful situations. Even as she was being dragged on her back and trying to find her breath, she was keeping her eyes open for a way to escape. They were not that far from the populated part of the beach, so if she could get a small head start on this thugs, she should be able to get some help.
Once the two girls threw her bare feet onto the sand, she rolled over to her hands and knees. The second biggest girl of the group, who seemed to be the leader, painfully pinched her chin between her thumb and fingers and said something about her thinking she owned the beach and making her pay for it. She then shoved Suzanne's head aside and kicked her full force in the stomach. While the kick was hard, Suzanne had anticipated it and tightened her abs. In the split second before impact, she regretted going off of her strict regime of ab work three times a week. She used to have the beginnings of a six pack, but she thought she looked more feminine with a softer belly. Luckily, she was still in good enough shape that the blow hurt, but didn't knock the wind out of her again. She pretended like it did - maybe playing a little possum would give her an advantage. The leader said something about stomping on her later, and she felt herself yanked to her feet by the two smaller girls. They held her up by her upper arms. Suzanne could tell they didn't have too good a grip and decided that this might be the only time to act. They clearly wanted to seriously hurt her, and after another few punches (or some stomps), she might not have the strength to try later. She yanked her body to one side and then the other and felt both sets of hands come off of her arms. She immediately thought of her kickboxing class and threw as hard a punch as she could to the side of the head of the girl on her left. Her fist impacted painfully with the girl's skull - she was used to punching a 30 pound bag with her hands wrapped, not bone. Nevertheless, the girl dropped like a stone. She then shifted her weight and powered a side kick into the other girl's stomach. More lucky than good, she seemed to hit the exact spot that hurts the most. An old boyfriend called it the "solar plexus", a term she learned the hard way when horsing around with him he accidentally hit her there with a light play punch. Suzanne remembered that she had never felt anything so painful, so she knew she had hit that spot when the other girl hit the ground and curled into a ball.
Energized by her success with the other two, Suzanne raced towards the leader and shot a right hand to her jaw. She immediately wished she hadn't as her hand was already tender from the first punch. Not so lucky this time, the leader did not fall down, so Suzanne fired a few blows into her stomach, trying again to hit the magic solar plexus. Although she didn't think she found the spot, the larger girl did drop to one knee, and Suzanne took that as a cue to try to spin around and face the giant girl who had initially knocked her down. Before she could move, she felt a powerful arm come over her shoulder and clamp around her neck. The big girl was crushing her windpipe and Suzanne gagged from the lack of air. She flailed with her arms and threw elbows behind her to try and get the behemoth off of her, but her strength was waning and the girl felt like a piece of soft granite.
Through the red spots that were appearing in front of her eyes, Suzanne saw the other girls getting up and approaching her, and she did finally start to panic. Her racing heart just helped to burn more oxygen and she began to pass out more quickly. She was jolted awake for a few seconds by the knife-hand strike and the follow-up kick to the pit of her stomach. Her muscles had started to go slack, so the knife-hand seemed to go about a foot into her and hurt more than her boyfriend's play punch even though it missed the solar plexus. The girl's long nail on her middle finger scratched the inside of Suzanne's navel painfully which seemed to add insult to injury. The other's kick was hard and made worse than the two other kicks that she had already absorbed today by the fact that this girl seemed to be the only one of all five of them who was wearing shoes. Suzanne could feel the waffle tread being imprinted on her inner organs. She was already in the process of passing out when the big leader girl got into her face. Suzanne could smell the nacho chips on the girl's breath, but the blood was rushing in her ears so that she really couldn't understand what the girl was saying. She knew it was a threat. She was out before the threat was finished and really didn't feel the punch to her gut or the knee to her crotch.
As if watching it happen to someone else, in her haze Suzanne could feel herself being dragged across the sand. A not unpleasant warmness was already starting to radiate from her battered midsection, tempered by the sting from the scratch in her navel. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment as her body was lifted up and dropped unkindly on a large beach stone. Several bumps in the stone pressed uncomfortably against her spine and her upper back, but she did not have the energy to try and move. Her head lolled way back as her arms and legs dangled off the sides of the stone so that her chin and her toes pointed in opposite directions. Her face immediately began to redden from the inflow of blood. Somewhere in her haze, she realized that her entire abdomen was ultimately vulnerable and a sickening dread began to fill her as she understood that whatever the threat had been, the nacho chip girl and her cohorts would have no problem making good.
Suzanne felt herself slowly coming back to consciousness as her face was repeatedly smacked with stinging slaps. Before she had a chance to focus her eyes, a sharp and very hard blow caved in her lower stomach, and that was immediately followed by an even harder blow to her left side just under her ribs. A cross between a yelp, a grunt and a groan was forcibly expelled from her lips as her beautiful midriff exploded in pain. Her mind struggled to focus in spite of this new assault on her belly, and she began to understand what sort of predicament she was in. One girl was yanking back on her arms so that her upper back was off the rock and her head was completely upside down. She was looking straight at the girl's crotch. She could feel someone else yanking on her feet and was conscious of the rough stone starting to abrade her heels. Essentially about 2/3rds of her body was supported by the stone and her entire midsection was stretched taut and totally unprotected.
Panic started to flood her senses, almost, but not quite, pushing out the pain of the last two blows. Were they really going to do this to her? They seemed to be hitting her with all their might and she had no ability to cover herself or roll away. The intrusion on her body was total and somewhat unbelievable. She did not, however, have much time to reflect as her lower belly was rocked by another vicious 1-2 shot. Again, groans were forced out of her. She could never recall making sounds like that before in her life, but she had never been stretched over a rock and beaten by 4 women before either.
For the next few minutes, her entire midsection took abuse that she would not have thought possible. She could hear the nacho chip girl tell the other (probably the big one, based on the force of the hand that just smashed into her left kidney) that they needed to pace themselves and let her breathe. In any other circumstance this might have seemed charitable, but Nacho girl also said that she wanted this to last as long as possible. So they would ease up just so they could beat her longer? The irony of that idea, however, was lost on Suzanne as the big girl outdid her earlier effort with a gigantic blow to her left side. "HHHUUUULLLGGGHHH!!!!" There was another to add to her growing repertoire of grunts.
Suddenly, the girl at her head wove her arms through Suzanne's, laced her fingers over Suzanne's chin, which was already pointing almost 180 degrees from her body, and pulled back even further. She thought she could hear a different quality to the fresh blows striking her stomach, like the change in pitch when the skin of a drum is tightened. This new development was enough to revive her alertness which unfortunately enabled her to clearly experience the agony from the newest blows of the two martial artists who hacked at her belly like some deranged orchestral timpani players. The girl's bottom fingers pressed on her throat which, combined with her severe back arch, prevented her from producing the strange, guttural noises she had been making. This caused a renewed sense of panic since Suzanne's body could not twist or buckle or in any way react to the blows raining down on her as she was held so firmly in place. Her grunts were the only way that she could respond each time a hand chopped into her brutalized midriff. Now that she couldn't even make those, an odd new sensation of claustrophobia washed over her. If she could have considered this scenario as a third person observer rather than the punchee, she probably would have found it odd that the inability to groan would make her more panicky, but somehow it did. Thus, she was relieved when the leader told the other girl to loosen up her grip. As the next two chops simultaneously crushed her internal organs, Suzanne almost enjoyed almost hearing herself emit a loud "OOOUUULLFF!!!" just before she passed out.
Just as Suzanne never in her life would have thought she would be happy to be allowed to groan after a punch, she also would never have thought that she would be even happier to be punched into unconsciousness. This is, however, a preferred choice to being punched and also being conscious to feel it. As her two attackers landed a dual chop deep into her belly, her awareness again dimmed and she was thankfully impervious to the pain of the next five or six chops that rearranged her insides. The only down side was that when she was conscious she at least had the conditioning and the wherewithal to tighten her abdominals so that they absorbed some of the force. When she was out, her inner organs took an even greater beating.
She awoke lying face down in the sand with an explosion of pain in her left side. A powerful kick had penetrated her flaccid obliques and that part of her was exceptional tender since the big girl had been especially fond of hitting her there. Again, before a coherent thought could form in her brain, she was kicked onto her back, and one of the smaller girls sat down on her chest and pinned Suzanne's arms under her knees. The girl turned around and said something that ended with "…make sure her stomach doesn't start to feel too good." Suzanne thought that she must be joking - her stomach felt like it would never feel good again. Her middle had been brutalized behind her realm of imagination and even with having not taken a punch or a karate chop in it for almost two minutes, the pain in her belly had not subsided. On the bright side, while she was beaten and in pain and also again trapped and helpless, she wasn't so stretched out and unprotected as she had been on the rock. The sand wasn't nearly as uncomfortable on her back. Most importantly no one was hitti… Suzanne wasn't able to finish the thought before the ugly troll sitting on her smashed her hand into the right side of Suzanne's jaw. The woman began repeatedly punching her face and seemed fixated on the tip of her chin. Suzanne had always thought that her deep cleft made her look sexy and unusual, but it now seemed to be a target for this girl's rage and her fists. While she was coming to grips with this assault on a new part of her, somebody else resumed the attack on the old part. Someone had sat down on her hips and launched a strong closed fisted shot into her stomach.
Throughout the beating thus far, when she was conscious, Suzanne had been relieved that nobody had really punched her in the solar plexus. While the pain of what they had done to her far exceeded anything she had ever felt, she guessed that these types of hard blows to that spot in her upper abdomen would even be worse. Suzanne was unfortunate enough to find out that she was right. The very first of this new batch of punches hit her precisely in the bundle of nerves that her boyfriend had once punched - only his punch was in play and this one was deadly serious. Before she could truly appreciate this heightened level of pain she was feeling, a particularly hard shot to her beleaguered chin again dimmed her lights.
Suzanne had a couple brief moments of consciousness after that when an impact so outrageous in its force blasted her body upwards directly around the knee penetrating her abdomen. She had only a moment to think that she really couldn't take much more of this before the massive pain of the knee drop in her decimated bare midriff again knocked her out. Luckily Suzanne stayed out this time as her two eager attackers continued to play the knee drop game. If she had been awake she would have been horrified to find out that they did this to her nine times in all - each time the knee literally almost penetrating all the way to her back.
Then again, she might not have been horrified if she could have foreseen what else they were going to do to her stomach that afternoon.
In the recesses of her mind, Suzanne was dimly aware of the knees brutally impacting her soft, relaxed stomach, especially the last one that burrowed around in her abdominal cavity seeking new organs to injure. Thankfully, her mind and body were conspiring to keep her unconscious to save her from suffering any further pain in her stomach, at least for the moment. Unfortunately, the four girls were all part of another conspiracy that had as its only goal to keep on inflicting that further pain, rather than protecting her from it. The vicious kick between Suzanne's legs overwhelmed her body's unconsciousness defense by overstimulating a very sensitive part of her body in a very bad way. The simple act of sitting up in response to the kick brought on an immediate new agony(or a sharp reminder of the old agony) as her deeply bruised abdominal muscles contracted to pull her into a seated position.
She was left with little time to compare and contrast the old pain with the new, since the leader of her assailants was smacking her in the face and telling her to focus. Now just about fully conscious, Suzanne started to cry and asked why they were doing this to her. If she had all of her faculties about her, she would have begged them to stop, but the fact that the attack on her was so vicious, yet so seemingly unprovoked, forced her to ask the question. Her response was another question - how should they further beat her up? Suzanne could not believe they were asking her this, as if she was coming up with good ideas of what else they could do to her as they pounded her with karate chops and punches and nearly eviscerated her with knees drops. The knowledge that the beating was obviously going to continue almost made her pass out in dismay, and she could feel her eyes rolling back in her head. The leader asked her something else, but she didn't understand what was being said to her. Suddenly the leader landed a quick punch into her upper stomach. Although, too low to be a solid shot to her solar plexus, it was still enough to give her a taste of what a strong punch there felt like, and it once again drove the wind from her. She fell to her knees and finally did began begging them to stop. The little troll that had been working over her face just mocked her, but the leader, in a voice that seemed to Suzanne at the time to be filled with genuine concern, told the troll that Suzanne should have a say and asked Suzanne where she wanted to be hit.
Now Suzanne was not typically extremely gullible, but she so badly wanted to believe that they would actually do what they said, that she really didn't think about the danger involved in her answer to the question. Looking back on the whole event much later, she knew that all she did was tell them what she thought to be her own weakest spot. Considering what they had already done to her, of course, they would attack her there. At the time it made sense that if she gave them the entire rest of her body to keep hitting, they would let her protect that one small part. It seemed fair and more than equitable for them. That's why she was surprised when right after she pointed to her solar plexus, the leader threw a hard shot in exactly that spot. The most awake she had been in minutes, Suzanne got to fully appreciate the blow. The sudden strike to the sensitive network of nerves, sent a new electric pain running all over her torso and then to other parts of her body. The sensation was exquisite in its awfulness. It was only heightened as the leader turned her around and pulled up her arms over her head to allow the big girl to shoot two more punches to the same spot. Suzanne was still trying to cope with those blows when the big girl shot a few more punches into her beleaguered navel, renewing the pain in that devastated region.
The troll then stepped up and fired punches to her ribcage, another to her battered chin, and then a powerful knee to her upper stomach while saying something that everyone else apparently thought was very funny. Suzanne couldn't laugh along with them, especially when the big one came up and gave her two knees of her own to the same spot. Whenever Suzanne thought she had reached the top of her pain threshold, her new friends helped her realize that she could always take a little more. Her midsection was engulfed in a supernova of pain, yet they still kept hitting her there.
With no strength left to stand, groan or barely even think, they dropped Suzanne to the sand. She had almost no time to recover before the sneakered foot of the fourth girl pushed her over the top of what she could absorb and still stay conscious. Right before she took the stomp that knocked her out, she looked up at the smiling and laughing faces of her attackers and knew that they were having too good a time to stop anytime soon. She only hoped that they wouldn't be able to wake her up again to see what else was in store for her.
Suzanne was pissed-off, though she tried not to show it. First of all, she didn't know why they had gone to the beach at all on an overcast day like today. Secondly, she had no idea why Sandra and Carrie thought it would be a good idea to come to this dumpy Evan's Beach rather than one of the private beaches they usually went to. Finally, since they had arrived, every loser local guy within five miles had come up to them, and Sandra and Carrie had even left with two of them. Those two guys clearly had been interested in her, as had all of the others, but Sandra and Carrie had actively flirted with them as soon as they arrived. Suzanne had seen them do this before. While they were close friends, the other two were jealous of the attention she got. Clearly they were getting back at her by taking off and leaving her alone. They had been gone seemingly forever, and Suzanne was getting cold and antsy. She had left her sweatshirt in the car, but rather than get it, she decided that she would take a jog to warm up. Hopefully, her friends would have returned by the time she got back.
Suzanne was basically a nice girl, just a little too focused on her looks. She was an avid tanner - laying in the sun at every opportunity that her studies would allow. She was also into fitness, in particular cardio kickboxing. She had never sparred or been in a fight, but she knew how to punch and kick with force and was generally pretty strong and fit. All of the freshman year beer parties had provided her with a thin layer of fat on her lower belly. Since she was predisposed to being too thin, she really didn't mind it. In fact, she had ample evidence to believe that it made her even more attractive. When she wore cropped t-shirt, guys seemed to literally salivate over her tanned midriff - a reaction she found very flattering. Needless to say, she wore a lot of cropped shirts.
Suzanne had noticed earlier the group of high school girls staring at her and whispering and snickering to each other. They were just kids and probably jealous of the attention that she and her friends were getting. As she stood up, brushed herself off and began a slow jog in a southern direction down the shore, she didn't read anything into the fact that the four girls had sprung to their feet and took off the same way in front of her. Suzanne was unfamiliar with this beach, so she didn't know that the way she was going would soon get rocky and impassable. She was carefully picking her way through the stones appearing through the sand and cursing her friends silently for taking her here and abandoning her, when she was struck full in the chest by the foot of the biggest of the high school girls. The blow knocked the wind out of her and put her on her back, and before she could even collect her thoughts, two of the other girls grabbed her by the feet and began dragging her into a secluded little area a few yards from where she went down.
Suzanne felt like her lungs had vacuumed shut as she tried to breathe in some air. In spite of that, she was aware that these girls were dragging her to an even more secluded spot. That really couldn't be a good thing for her since they had already attacked her for seemingly no reason. Suzanne, unlike many 19 year olds, generally kept her wits about her in stressful situations. Even as she was being dragged on her back and trying to find her breath, she was keeping her eyes open for a way to escape. They were not that far from the populated part of the beach, so if she could get a small head start on this thugs, she should be able to get some help.
Once the two girls threw her bare feet onto the sand, she rolled over to her hands and knees. The second biggest girl of the group, who seemed to be the leader, painfully pinched her chin between her thumb and fingers and said something about her thinking she owned the beach and making her pay for it. She then shoved Suzanne's head aside and kicked her full force in the stomach. While the kick was hard, Suzanne had anticipated it and tightened her abs. In the split second before impact, she regretted going off of her strict regime of ab work three times a week. She used to have the beginnings of a six pack, but she thought she looked more feminine with a softer belly. Luckily, she was still in good enough shape that the blow hurt, but didn't knock the wind out of her again. She pretended like it did - maybe playing a little possum would give her an advantage. The leader said something about stomping on her later, and she felt herself yanked to her feet by the two smaller girls. They held her up by her upper arms. Suzanne could tell they didn't have too good a grip and decided that this might be the only time to act. They clearly wanted to seriously hurt her, and after another few punches (or some stomps), she might not have the strength to try later. She yanked her body to one side and then the other and felt both sets of hands come off of her arms. She immediately thought of her kickboxing class and threw as hard a punch as she could to the side of the head of the girl on her left. Her fist impacted painfully with the girl's skull - she was used to punching a 30 pound bag with her hands wrapped, not bone. Nevertheless, the girl dropped like a stone. She then shifted her weight and powered a side kick into the other girl's stomach. More lucky than good, she seemed to hit the exact spot that hurts the most. An old boyfriend called it the "solar plexus", a term she learned the hard way when horsing around with him he accidentally hit her there with a light play punch. Suzanne remembered that she had never felt anything so painful, so she knew she had hit that spot when the other girl hit the ground and curled into a ball.
Energized by her success with the other two, Suzanne raced towards the leader and shot a right hand to her jaw. She immediately wished she hadn't as her hand was already tender from the first punch. Not so lucky this time, the leader did not fall down, so Suzanne fired a few blows into her stomach, trying again to hit the magic solar plexus. Although she didn't think she found the spot, the larger girl did drop to one knee, and Suzanne took that as a cue to try to spin around and face the giant girl who had initially knocked her down. Before she could move, she felt a powerful arm come over her shoulder and clamp around her neck. The big girl was crushing her windpipe and Suzanne gagged from the lack of air. She flailed with her arms and threw elbows behind her to try and get the behemoth off of her, but her strength was waning and the girl felt like a piece of soft granite.
Through the red spots that were appearing in front of her eyes, Suzanne saw the other girls getting up and approaching her, and she did finally start to panic. Her racing heart just helped to burn more oxygen and she began to pass out more quickly. She was jolted awake for a few seconds by the knife-hand strike and the follow-up kick to the pit of her stomach. Her muscles had started to go slack, so the knife-hand seemed to go about a foot into her and hurt more than her boyfriend's play punch even though it missed the solar plexus. The girl's long nail on her middle finger scratched the inside of Suzanne's navel painfully which seemed to add insult to injury. The other's kick was hard and made worse than the two other kicks that she had already absorbed today by the fact that this girl seemed to be the only one of all five of them who was wearing shoes. Suzanne could feel the waffle tread being imprinted on her inner organs. She was already in the process of passing out when the big leader girl got into her face. Suzanne could smell the nacho chips on the girl's breath, but the blood was rushing in her ears so that she really couldn't understand what the girl was saying. She knew it was a threat. She was out before the threat was finished and really didn't feel the punch to her gut or the knee to her crotch.
As if watching it happen to someone else, in her haze Suzanne could feel herself being dragged across the sand. A not unpleasant warmness was already starting to radiate from her battered midsection, tempered by the sting from the scratch in her navel. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment as her body was lifted up and dropped unkindly on a large beach stone. Several bumps in the stone pressed uncomfortably against her spine and her upper back, but she did not have the energy to try and move. Her head lolled way back as her arms and legs dangled off the sides of the stone so that her chin and her toes pointed in opposite directions. Her face immediately began to redden from the inflow of blood. Somewhere in her haze, she realized that her entire abdomen was ultimately vulnerable and a sickening dread began to fill her as she understood that whatever the threat had been, the nacho chip girl and her cohorts would have no problem making good.
Suzanne felt herself slowly coming back to consciousness as her face was repeatedly smacked with stinging slaps. Before she had a chance to focus her eyes, a sharp and very hard blow caved in her lower stomach, and that was immediately followed by an even harder blow to her left side just under her ribs. A cross between a yelp, a grunt and a groan was forcibly expelled from her lips as her beautiful midriff exploded in pain. Her mind struggled to focus in spite of this new assault on her belly, and she began to understand what sort of predicament she was in. One girl was yanking back on her arms so that her upper back was off the rock and her head was completely upside down. She was looking straight at the girl's crotch. She could feel someone else yanking on her feet and was conscious of the rough stone starting to abrade her heels. Essentially about 2/3rds of her body was supported by the stone and her entire midsection was stretched taut and totally unprotected.
Panic started to flood her senses, almost, but not quite, pushing out the pain of the last two blows. Were they really going to do this to her? They seemed to be hitting her with all their might and she had no ability to cover herself or roll away. The intrusion on her body was total and somewhat unbelievable. She did not, however, have much time to reflect as her lower belly was rocked by another vicious 1-2 shot. Again, groans were forced out of her. She could never recall making sounds like that before in her life, but she had never been stretched over a rock and beaten by 4 women before either.
For the next few minutes, her entire midsection took abuse that she would not have thought possible. She could hear the nacho chip girl tell the other (probably the big one, based on the force of the hand that just smashed into her left kidney) that they needed to pace themselves and let her breathe. In any other circumstance this might have seemed charitable, but Nacho girl also said that she wanted this to last as long as possible. So they would ease up just so they could beat her longer? The irony of that idea, however, was lost on Suzanne as the big girl outdid her earlier effort with a gigantic blow to her left side. "HHHUUUULLLGGGHHH!!!!" There was another to add to her growing repertoire of grunts.
Suddenly, the girl at her head wove her arms through Suzanne's, laced her fingers over Suzanne's chin, which was already pointing almost 180 degrees from her body, and pulled back even further. She thought she could hear a different quality to the fresh blows striking her stomach, like the change in pitch when the skin of a drum is tightened. This new development was enough to revive her alertness which unfortunately enabled her to clearly experience the agony from the newest blows of the two martial artists who hacked at her belly like some deranged orchestral timpani players. The girl's bottom fingers pressed on her throat which, combined with her severe back arch, prevented her from producing the strange, guttural noises she had been making. This caused a renewed sense of panic since Suzanne's body could not twist or buckle or in any way react to the blows raining down on her as she was held so firmly in place. Her grunts were the only way that she could respond each time a hand chopped into her brutalized midriff. Now that she couldn't even make those, an odd new sensation of claustrophobia washed over her. If she could have considered this scenario as a third person observer rather than the punchee, she probably would have found it odd that the inability to groan would make her more panicky, but somehow it did. Thus, she was relieved when the leader told the other girl to loosen up her grip. As the next two chops simultaneously crushed her internal organs, Suzanne almost enjoyed almost hearing herself emit a loud "OOOUUULLFF!!!" just before she passed out.
Just as Suzanne never in her life would have thought she would be happy to be allowed to groan after a punch, she also would never have thought that she would be even happier to be punched into unconsciousness. This is, however, a preferred choice to being punched and also being conscious to feel it. As her two attackers landed a dual chop deep into her belly, her awareness again dimmed and she was thankfully impervious to the pain of the next five or six chops that rearranged her insides. The only down side was that when she was conscious she at least had the conditioning and the wherewithal to tighten her abdominals so that they absorbed some of the force. When she was out, her inner organs took an even greater beating.
She awoke lying face down in the sand with an explosion of pain in her left side. A powerful kick had penetrated her flaccid obliques and that part of her was exceptional tender since the big girl had been especially fond of hitting her there. Again, before a coherent thought could form in her brain, she was kicked onto her back, and one of the smaller girls sat down on her chest and pinned Suzanne's arms under her knees. The girl turned around and said something that ended with "…make sure her stomach doesn't start to feel too good." Suzanne thought that she must be joking - her stomach felt like it would never feel good again. Her middle had been brutalized behind her realm of imagination and even with having not taken a punch or a karate chop in it for almost two minutes, the pain in her belly had not subsided. On the bright side, while she was beaten and in pain and also again trapped and helpless, she wasn't so stretched out and unprotected as she had been on the rock. The sand wasn't nearly as uncomfortable on her back. Most importantly no one was hitti… Suzanne wasn't able to finish the thought before the ugly troll sitting on her smashed her hand into the right side of Suzanne's jaw. The woman began repeatedly punching her face and seemed fixated on the tip of her chin. Suzanne had always thought that her deep cleft made her look sexy and unusual, but it now seemed to be a target for this girl's rage and her fists. While she was coming to grips with this assault on a new part of her, somebody else resumed the attack on the old part. Someone had sat down on her hips and launched a strong closed fisted shot into her stomach.
Throughout the beating thus far, when she was conscious, Suzanne had been relieved that nobody had really punched her in the solar plexus. While the pain of what they had done to her far exceeded anything she had ever felt, she guessed that these types of hard blows to that spot in her upper abdomen would even be worse. Suzanne was unfortunate enough to find out that she was right. The very first of this new batch of punches hit her precisely in the bundle of nerves that her boyfriend had once punched - only his punch was in play and this one was deadly serious. Before she could truly appreciate this heightened level of pain she was feeling, a particularly hard shot to her beleaguered chin again dimmed her lights.
Suzanne had a couple brief moments of consciousness after that when an impact so outrageous in its force blasted her body upwards directly around the knee penetrating her abdomen. She had only a moment to think that she really couldn't take much more of this before the massive pain of the knee drop in her decimated bare midriff again knocked her out. Luckily Suzanne stayed out this time as her two eager attackers continued to play the knee drop game. If she had been awake she would have been horrified to find out that they did this to her nine times in all - each time the knee literally almost penetrating all the way to her back.
Then again, she might not have been horrified if she could have foreseen what else they were going to do to her stomach that afternoon.
In the recesses of her mind, Suzanne was dimly aware of the knees brutally impacting her soft, relaxed stomach, especially the last one that burrowed around in her abdominal cavity seeking new organs to injure. Thankfully, her mind and body were conspiring to keep her unconscious to save her from suffering any further pain in her stomach, at least for the moment. Unfortunately, the four girls were all part of another conspiracy that had as its only goal to keep on inflicting that further pain, rather than protecting her from it. The vicious kick between Suzanne's legs overwhelmed her body's unconsciousness defense by overstimulating a very sensitive part of her body in a very bad way. The simple act of sitting up in response to the kick brought on an immediate new agony(or a sharp reminder of the old agony) as her deeply bruised abdominal muscles contracted to pull her into a seated position.
She was left with little time to compare and contrast the old pain with the new, since the leader of her assailants was smacking her in the face and telling her to focus. Now just about fully conscious, Suzanne started to cry and asked why they were doing this to her. If she had all of her faculties about her, she would have begged them to stop, but the fact that the attack on her was so vicious, yet so seemingly unprovoked, forced her to ask the question. Her response was another question - how should they further beat her up? Suzanne could not believe they were asking her this, as if she was coming up with good ideas of what else they could do to her as they pounded her with karate chops and punches and nearly eviscerated her with knees drops. The knowledge that the beating was obviously going to continue almost made her pass out in dismay, and she could feel her eyes rolling back in her head. The leader asked her something else, but she didn't understand what was being said to her. Suddenly the leader landed a quick punch into her upper stomach. Although, too low to be a solid shot to her solar plexus, it was still enough to give her a taste of what a strong punch there felt like, and it once again drove the wind from her. She fell to her knees and finally did began begging them to stop. The little troll that had been working over her face just mocked her, but the leader, in a voice that seemed to Suzanne at the time to be filled with genuine concern, told the troll that Suzanne should have a say and asked Suzanne where she wanted to be hit.
Now Suzanne was not typically extremely gullible, but she so badly wanted to believe that they would actually do what they said, that she really didn't think about the danger involved in her answer to the question. Looking back on the whole event much later, she knew that all she did was tell them what she thought to be her own weakest spot. Considering what they had already done to her, of course, they would attack her there. At the time it made sense that if she gave them the entire rest of her body to keep hitting, they would let her protect that one small part. It seemed fair and more than equitable for them. That's why she was surprised when right after she pointed to her solar plexus, the leader threw a hard shot in exactly that spot. The most awake she had been in minutes, Suzanne got to fully appreciate the blow. The sudden strike to the sensitive network of nerves, sent a new electric pain running all over her torso and then to other parts of her body. The sensation was exquisite in its awfulness. It was only heightened as the leader turned her around and pulled up her arms over her head to allow the big girl to shoot two more punches to the same spot. Suzanne was still trying to cope with those blows when the big girl shot a few more punches into her beleaguered navel, renewing the pain in that devastated region.
The troll then stepped up and fired punches to her ribcage, another to her battered chin, and then a powerful knee to her upper stomach while saying something that everyone else apparently thought was very funny. Suzanne couldn't laugh along with them, especially when the big one came up and gave her two knees of her own to the same spot. Whenever Suzanne thought she had reached the top of her pain threshold, her new friends helped her realize that she could always take a little more. Her midsection was engulfed in a supernova of pain, yet they still kept hitting her there.
With no strength left to stand, groan or barely even think, they dropped Suzanne to the sand. She had almost no time to recover before the sneakered foot of the fourth girl pushed her over the top of what she could absorb and still stay conscious. Right before she took the stomp that knocked her out, she looked up at the smiling and laughing faces of her attackers and knew that they were having too good a time to stop anytime soon. She only hoped that they wouldn't be able to wake her up again to see what else was in store for her.