Some additional persuasion required

The blonde girl's reply was a hissing whine from between clenched teeth, as tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes. Wordlessly, she shook her head as much as the Brunette's grip on her hair would allow. She inhaled a much needed gulp of air as her face hit the ground, sand grinding into her cheek. The heavier girl leaned hard on the blonde's head, and the pinned girl squirmed, eyes rolling desperately. The brunette leaned down and licked her rival's trembling cheek. ?Good,? she hissed.

Knowing that nothing good could happen with this fat bitch sitting on her back, the blonde squirmed and kicked, trying to push the heavier girl off of her. Her feet scrabbled in the loose sand, but to no avail. The cackling brunette rode her like a cowgirl, bouncing up and down until the blonde flopped, exhausted and sobbing back to the sand.

The brunette was saying something, but it wasn't to her, and the spent blonde, lost in her own private hell couldn't bring herself to care until she felt the sandy cord wrapping around her wrist. Her eyes shot open, and she twisted and struggled with the strength of sheer, blind panic, whimpering ?No ... please no ... I can't ...? all the while.

?Yes you can, bitch? The brunette crowed with triumph as she used a bikini top to lash the blonde's hand behind her back. ?And you fucking well will, too.? The blonde groaned with relief as the brunette got off of her, and tried to scramble away, but crawling through sand is hard enough when you have hands to use.

The circle of men followed her, keeping her in a moving ring of staring eyes, and the brunette sauntered along, prodding the blonde's toned ass with her toe, or kicking sand at her. The blonde tried to stagger to her feet, half blind from sand and tears, but the brunette deftly kicked her feet from under her.

The blonde flopped painfully onto her stomach with her ass sticking up in the air. Her mind reeled with shock, shame and frustration as the girl she'd beaten bloody not half an hour ago slapped her toned behind while the guys hooted and cheered her on. How could this have happened?

She tried to get up once more, but the brunette pressed a hand firmly on the back of her neck ?You just stay right there, cunt. You've got something coming to you for treating me like you did. Don't you??

The blonde snarled up at her and spat sand before replying ?Why are you even mad, slut? You loved it, and everyone here knows it. Why don't you just let me go, and get back to sucking cock??

The bigger girl laughed and ran a hand over the blonde's ass before slapping it again, making her captive jump. ?Yeah, I liked it. Too bad I like this better. Payback's a bitch, ain't it?? snarled the bigger girl as the blonde squirmed beneath her hand while continuing to spank her.

?AAAOW! You're the bitch, you fucking cow!? the blonde shrieked between swats, struggling vainly to get her burning rear away from the cruel brunette's hand.

The brunette just laughed. ?Well, boys, let's see how long it takes for her to apologize, hmm?? The blonde moaned as her tormentor began laying slow, heavy slaps across her ass while the guys who'd been eating out of her palm not long before counted in unison.

At eight, the blonde girl was crying. At twelve, she apologized, but the brunette didn't relent until sixteen, when the blonde was begging her to stop. When she stood up, the blonde could only lie there in a heap of misery while her torturer walked around the circle, teasing the guys and preening. Thinking herself forgotten, the blonde started to slowly crawl away.

?Where do you think you're going, loser?? The blonde froze at the sound of the other girl's voice. She wanted with every fibre of her being to get up and run, but found herself unable to move until a sharp jab from the brunette's foot rolled her onto her back.

The blonde's arms were pinned beneath her, arching her back and sending her breasts, jerking with every shuddering breath, jutting skyward as she squinted up into the noonday sun. a looming shadow blocked the light, and she found herself staring up the brunette's chunky legs, past her thick midsection and large but less than firm breasts into her merciless eyes.

The brunette lifted a foot and put it daintily on the blonde's neck and posed for her audience, flexing her solid arms. The guys lapped it up, snapping pictures and cheering her on, offering suggestions. She rubbed her foot in the blonde's face, she reached down and slapped the blonde's head back and forth, she pinched the blonde's nose and mouth shut until she saw spots, all to the delight of the crowd.

Finally, with mock exhaustion, the brunette plopped down on the blonde's stomach. She was still a mess, with sand having stuck to the drying cum all over her, and bruises and welts evident all over her body from her earlier mistreatment at the hands of the blonde.

?So,? she said cheerfully, cupping the blondes' chin, ?Who's the better woman??

?You are? mumbled the blonde sullenly.

?That's right. And who's a dumb cunt who's sorry she ever laid eyes on me??

?I am.?

?Good girl.? the brunette patted the blonde indulgently on the head. ?See? We don't have to fight at all.? The big girl's hands slid down, fingers tracing along the blonde's breasts. ?I'm thinking by now, you'd much rather be on my good side, huh Goldilocks??

The blonde squirmed, her nipples springing to attention under the brunette's fingers. This was really too much. ?In your dreams, you fMMPHH? The brunette's meaty hand came down on her mouth, muffling the rest of her reply.

?Thought I'd do you a favour, keep you from saying something that'll get your ass smacked 'til you cry again. Don't want Goldilocks crying do we? What do you say??

Remembering her predicament, the blond swallowed her temper. ?Thank you.? she said flatly, glaring up into the other girls eyes.

The brunette cackled that smug laugh again, and pinched her captive's cheek. ?You're so cute when you're mad. So, what's it going to be, bitch? Are you going to be my enemy, or ...? She trailed off, tracing the blonde's swollen nipples with her index fingers.