The woman was dressed. Black leather pants and a gray, form fitting tank top. Her arms were pinned at her sides, another pair clasped around her back in an iron vice. Her head tilted back, eyes rolling upward. Her breath was being cut short.
Bruises discolored her dark skin with splotches of black and blue-violet. Her long hair was hanging across the arms pinning her. The area around was littered with detritus from the battle.
Then her body was being bent double, backward, a groan escaping her lips as her bones creaked. She gasped, eyes dimming, boots brushing upon either side of an upturned stone. Her breath left her parted lips in sighs as the stone met her upper back, head drooping backward, rock pressed between her shoulders and legs.
The sound of tearing fabric, the hands tearing the top of her shirt. She rose, somehow, sometime being turned. Hands upon her breasts, lifting her body, arms encircling her waist just below them.
Her head drooped back as her body fought for breath, eyes closing. A final squeeze. A grunted moan. Her body bowed forward. She dangled upon the arms that held her, struggling for breath. A low "oof" left her as she was bounced upward, middle squarely upon the arms. Arms and legs dangled, breasts slipping free of the confining, rent fabric. She gasped as her arms were thrown wide, legs spread, body thrown upon another piece of debris. There she lay, even as blows were brought to bear.
Sighs escaped once more, body bowed, the soft sound of flesh touching flesh as her breasts touched one another, moved apart, touched again.
Any fight that remained in her body fled as the stone pressed once more between her legs. Her hands fought no purchase on either side as she swayed forward. Cold hardened the sensitive nubs on her breasts as the beaten flesh was separated as her legs by the curve of the rock. She smiled as she raised herself enough to remove her chest from the stone, strong enough for that.
Her body tilted backward as gravity found her, back to another stone, the gentle curve leaving her open for the next move. No matter. The smile she bore on her face was satisfied.
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