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Once again, just a sample of the story. If you liked it, you know where to find the full version. 😉
The sight was breathtaking. She was surprised it could be so beautiful here. The sun was setting, painting the clear sky orangish red. The water was calm. Single, low waves were brushing wet sand at the beach. Izzie was so glad she had found that place. She was sitting a bit farther from the water now, staring in awe at the horizon. A big, round reflection of the sun disc waved on the sea surface.
Izzie was finally alone. That's why she liked wild beaches. They might be a bit more dangerous, because the sand often hid sharp rocks, broken shells and all kinds of trash brought by tides, but they also gave that feeling of solitude and… wilderness. A natural habitat, almost untouched by human hands, a landscape in its close-to-pure form. Barely no ice cream wrappings, barely no empty cans, no French fries stands, totally no kids running around, screaming and pissing into the water. Just the girl, clear sky, white sand, peace and quiet.
She thought she might come back here another day to swim a bit. The water wasn't even that cold. Sure, it seemed freezing at first, but she quickly got used to the feeling. She hadn't gone really far today – just a few steps in, no more than knee-deep. Without a swimsuit and a towel she wouldn't go any deeper and wet her clothes. Of course, she could just strip naked – after all she was all alone – and enjoy first the fresh water, then the fresh air on her body, but she couldn't dismiss that stupid feeling of embarrassment. She had only taken her jeans off and had already felt slightly uneasy. It didn't even matter that, wearing a two-piece, she would have much more skin exposed. There was some unexplainable difference between going around in an underwear and in a swimming suit.
Izzie had put her jeans on as soon as she had got out of water, just to get rid of that feeling. Although it was way after noon, the weather was quite warm. The girl sat on the ground, brushing the sand off from between her toes. She came in here in her regular footwear, socks and sneakers, but before putting them back on, she had to wait until her feet dry off. There was nothing worse than having to shake off the sand from socks. In the meanwhile, she absentmindedly wiggled her feet, smiling as warm breeze blew on her bare soles. If there was something she really liked about her own looks, it would definitely be her feet and hands; both marked with a black nail polish, both tiny, yet seemingly perfectly shaped. Izzie had noticed many times, how boys stared at her when she wore sandals or even went barefoot. It was weird, but pretty flattering at the same time. Oh, and her hair. She loved her hair. Her friends loved her hair. Being a natural redhead, she was admired by both guys and gals around her. Soft, shoulder-length, never touched by hair dye, it was one of her biggest treasures and one of those features that made her feel really good about herself.
Izzie yawned, tired after the whole day of sightseeing. She definitely deserved some rest, even in the place like that. She laid down and stretched out on the grass. Light blows of the evening wind ruffled her hair. Staring at the red sky, she slowly dozed off.
Izzie jumped suddenly when a large trunk squeezed her upper body. No, it wasn't a trunk. It was someone's arm and it probably wasn't even half as thick. But it held her really firm. She squirmed under the grip and opened her mouth, screaming for help, when a big hand covered her mouth.
Izzie flailed her legs wildly. Something was dragging her away from the sea. She could feel rough ground moving under her buttocks, blades of grass and tiny clods of earth scratching her lower back. She tried to stop, or at least slow down, the movement, digging her heels into the ground. It didn't help at all. Her feet just bounced up and down as she was pulled head first and the only thing she would get were scratches and bruises on her limbs. Her shirt got tugged up slightly, uncovering a fragment of her stomach, just over the navel. She felt a cold breeze blowing on her bare skin. Once again she tried to call for help, but the hand pressed down on her even harder this time.
The world wasn't so beautiful anymore. The sky was much darker now. Not pitch black dark – which meant her nap was disrupted quite early – yet it had already lost that gleaming shade of orange. It resembled more of a crimson. The air also seemed much cooler, but maybe her shivers didn't really come from the temperature.
Izzie was fighting as hard as she could, although she couldn't so much. Whatever captured her, it was stronger. Way stronger. She felt her efforts were futile. As soon as she tried to show any sign of resistance, a bulky arm squished her ribcage, sending a warning signal of pain up to her brain. It was enough for a while, but soon her instincts got the better of her and the girl needed to be reminded who's in control again.
Eventually she stopped screaming, waiting for a good moment. Maybe if the grip loosened up a little bit, she'd be able to free herself? Would she find her way back? It was getting darker each and every minute. Could she outrun – or at least outsmart – them? She had already lost so much strength struggling with her captor. Her ribs hurt. Her legs hurt. Her feet hurt and she didn't have shoes on anymore. Fuck! One jagged rock, one shard of glass on her way and she's fucking done.
Izzie tried to calm her breathing. It was really hard with her mouth gagged by someone's palm. Her heart raced. All she heard was a loud thumping in her ears. Thump after thump, the muscle pumped streams of blood to all her body cells. She slowly blew air through the nose. She knew she had to show her submissive side. Pretend that she had already given up. Make them lower their guard. Earn that one second, even a fraction of a second, to jerk suddenly, slide out of a constraining grip and run as fast as she can, not paying attention to rubble, bottle caps, twigs, anything that could hurt her bare feet. Screw her sneakers, she'll buy new ones as soon as she gets away. If she gets away. No, not if. When she gets away.
But the grip didn't loosen up and the girl found herself getting dragged through something that rustled under her weight. The world around her got even darker, covered in shadows. The air felt fresh here, but fresh in the other way than back by the sea. It was also a little thicker and more moist. But it was calm. It was painfully calm. The sough of waves had died long time ago. Izzie couldn't even recollect when she had stopped hearing it.
It was very confusing when the world eventually stopped moving. The girl could finally take a deep breath as her mouth wasn't kept shut anymore. To her own surprise, she didn't empty her lungs. She didn't even think of it. Getting some air seemed much more important than yelling for help. Her chest rose and fell a couple times as damp, forest air filled her lungs. Then she realized that she had bigger companion than she thought.
Izzie didn't think at all. She just flexed all her muscles to get up and rush through the woods, no matter what direction. But as soon as she moved, she got pounced back on moist grass. Before her mouth opened in an attempt of a piercing shriek, the already well known hand clenched her jaws tightly; and not only her jaws. Two fingers pinched on her nose, completely blocking the airways. Izzie fluttered desperately, flailing her limbs, but never landing a blow. The hold released after a couple seconds, but she already got the message. Gasping for air, the girl watched as second silhouette knelt down next to her.
"Save your breath, sweetheart," the voice was surprisingly soft. She much rather expected being barked or screamed at. "That's mostly of two reasons. One – no one can hear you anyway. Except us, of course. Two – you will need it later on. Believe me, you will. And it would be really bad if you suddenly ran out of it before the time has come. Believe me, it would."
The sight was breathtaking. She was surprised it could be so beautiful here. The sun was setting, painting the clear sky orangish red. The water was calm. Single, low waves were brushing wet sand at the beach. Izzie was so glad she had found that place. She was sitting a bit farther from the water now, staring in awe at the horizon. A big, round reflection of the sun disc waved on the sea surface.
Izzie was finally alone. That's why she liked wild beaches. They might be a bit more dangerous, because the sand often hid sharp rocks, broken shells and all kinds of trash brought by tides, but they also gave that feeling of solitude and… wilderness. A natural habitat, almost untouched by human hands, a landscape in its close-to-pure form. Barely no ice cream wrappings, barely no empty cans, no French fries stands, totally no kids running around, screaming and pissing into the water. Just the girl, clear sky, white sand, peace and quiet.
She thought she might come back here another day to swim a bit. The water wasn't even that cold. Sure, it seemed freezing at first, but she quickly got used to the feeling. She hadn't gone really far today – just a few steps in, no more than knee-deep. Without a swimsuit and a towel she wouldn't go any deeper and wet her clothes. Of course, she could just strip naked – after all she was all alone – and enjoy first the fresh water, then the fresh air on her body, but she couldn't dismiss that stupid feeling of embarrassment. She had only taken her jeans off and had already felt slightly uneasy. It didn't even matter that, wearing a two-piece, she would have much more skin exposed. There was some unexplainable difference between going around in an underwear and in a swimming suit.
Izzie had put her jeans on as soon as she had got out of water, just to get rid of that feeling. Although it was way after noon, the weather was quite warm. The girl sat on the ground, brushing the sand off from between her toes. She came in here in her regular footwear, socks and sneakers, but before putting them back on, she had to wait until her feet dry off. There was nothing worse than having to shake off the sand from socks. In the meanwhile, she absentmindedly wiggled her feet, smiling as warm breeze blew on her bare soles. If there was something she really liked about her own looks, it would definitely be her feet and hands; both marked with a black nail polish, both tiny, yet seemingly perfectly shaped. Izzie had noticed many times, how boys stared at her when she wore sandals or even went barefoot. It was weird, but pretty flattering at the same time. Oh, and her hair. She loved her hair. Her friends loved her hair. Being a natural redhead, she was admired by both guys and gals around her. Soft, shoulder-length, never touched by hair dye, it was one of her biggest treasures and one of those features that made her feel really good about herself.
Izzie yawned, tired after the whole day of sightseeing. She definitely deserved some rest, even in the place like that. She laid down and stretched out on the grass. Light blows of the evening wind ruffled her hair. Staring at the red sky, she slowly dozed off.
Izzie jumped suddenly when a large trunk squeezed her upper body. No, it wasn't a trunk. It was someone's arm and it probably wasn't even half as thick. But it held her really firm. She squirmed under the grip and opened her mouth, screaming for help, when a big hand covered her mouth.
Izzie flailed her legs wildly. Something was dragging her away from the sea. She could feel rough ground moving under her buttocks, blades of grass and tiny clods of earth scratching her lower back. She tried to stop, or at least slow down, the movement, digging her heels into the ground. It didn't help at all. Her feet just bounced up and down as she was pulled head first and the only thing she would get were scratches and bruises on her limbs. Her shirt got tugged up slightly, uncovering a fragment of her stomach, just over the navel. She felt a cold breeze blowing on her bare skin. Once again she tried to call for help, but the hand pressed down on her even harder this time.
The world wasn't so beautiful anymore. The sky was much darker now. Not pitch black dark – which meant her nap was disrupted quite early – yet it had already lost that gleaming shade of orange. It resembled more of a crimson. The air also seemed much cooler, but maybe her shivers didn't really come from the temperature.
Izzie was fighting as hard as she could, although she couldn't so much. Whatever captured her, it was stronger. Way stronger. She felt her efforts were futile. As soon as she tried to show any sign of resistance, a bulky arm squished her ribcage, sending a warning signal of pain up to her brain. It was enough for a while, but soon her instincts got the better of her and the girl needed to be reminded who's in control again.
Eventually she stopped screaming, waiting for a good moment. Maybe if the grip loosened up a little bit, she'd be able to free herself? Would she find her way back? It was getting darker each and every minute. Could she outrun – or at least outsmart – them? She had already lost so much strength struggling with her captor. Her ribs hurt. Her legs hurt. Her feet hurt and she didn't have shoes on anymore. Fuck! One jagged rock, one shard of glass on her way and she's fucking done.
Izzie tried to calm her breathing. It was really hard with her mouth gagged by someone's palm. Her heart raced. All she heard was a loud thumping in her ears. Thump after thump, the muscle pumped streams of blood to all her body cells. She slowly blew air through the nose. She knew she had to show her submissive side. Pretend that she had already given up. Make them lower their guard. Earn that one second, even a fraction of a second, to jerk suddenly, slide out of a constraining grip and run as fast as she can, not paying attention to rubble, bottle caps, twigs, anything that could hurt her bare feet. Screw her sneakers, she'll buy new ones as soon as she gets away. If she gets away. No, not if. When she gets away.
But the grip didn't loosen up and the girl found herself getting dragged through something that rustled under her weight. The world around her got even darker, covered in shadows. The air felt fresh here, but fresh in the other way than back by the sea. It was also a little thicker and more moist. But it was calm. It was painfully calm. The sough of waves had died long time ago. Izzie couldn't even recollect when she had stopped hearing it.
It was very confusing when the world eventually stopped moving. The girl could finally take a deep breath as her mouth wasn't kept shut anymore. To her own surprise, she didn't empty her lungs. She didn't even think of it. Getting some air seemed much more important than yelling for help. Her chest rose and fell a couple times as damp, forest air filled her lungs. Then she realized that she had bigger companion than she thought.
Izzie didn't think at all. She just flexed all her muscles to get up and rush through the woods, no matter what direction. But as soon as she moved, she got pounced back on moist grass. Before her mouth opened in an attempt of a piercing shriek, the already well known hand clenched her jaws tightly; and not only her jaws. Two fingers pinched on her nose, completely blocking the airways. Izzie fluttered desperately, flailing her limbs, but never landing a blow. The hold released after a couple seconds, but she already got the message. Gasping for air, the girl watched as second silhouette knelt down next to her.
"Save your breath, sweetheart," the voice was surprisingly soft. She much rather expected being barked or screamed at. "That's mostly of two reasons. One – no one can hear you anyway. Except us, of course. Two – you will need it later on. Believe me, you will. And it would be really bad if you suddenly ran out of it before the time has come. Believe me, it would."
