ACT ONE: TEST DRIVE

It was a beautiful late summer day on the Californian beach after most beach-goers had already returned to school or were back at work. The rest knew better than to visit "Muscle Beach" uninvited because most found the consequences were grave and avoided it all together. Karen McDougal had been up early and decided to head down to the beach for a little R&R in the sun. Cori Nadine and Kiana Tom, the other regulars of this stretch of beach normally didn't arrive for at least another hour yet so Karen had the entire beach to herself. As she enjoyed the strength of the sun and the cool ocean breeze that came in off of the water, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander. It had been some party Hef threw at the mansion on Labor Day with one too many vodka martinis. Dirty! Or Filthy was more like it. That bitch Heather Kozar thought she was so cool tying cherry stems in knots with her tongue.

"Hey Karen, I bet you can't do it," she'd challenged.

"Give me one of those!" Karen snapped just to shut her up. With her talented tongue, Karen quickly went to work on the stem spitting it out in to her hand. "There!" she said handing it to Heather.

"What the hell is this?" Kozar asked, looking at the twisted stem in her palm.

Irish glanced at it and said, "THAT is an 'eight on a bite' Heather." Then looking at Karen he scolded her. "What did I tell you about putting a safety knot on these?"

Lying there on the beach, she smiled and laughed, knowing she'd bettered Kozar at her own trick. Her moment of laughter and serenity was shattered when she was peppered with the warm sand. Somebody had just kicked the preverbal, "sand in her face"...literally!

Karen's reflexes took over as she jumped into battle mode. Her body tensed and her eyes flashed open turning in the direction that the sand had come from. Just as her eyes began to focus, she made out the rapidly approaching object to be the bottom of somebody's foot. WHACK! Just as it slammed into the side of her face, snapping her head off to the side. She was stunned, but not hurt, and she tried to roll away from her attacker to gain room to get her feet and size up the situation. As she rolled, the attacker pursued her and caught the rising Playmate with another well placed foot to the ribs. Karen let out a grunt as the blow sent her flopping flat on her back holding her ribs and trying to catch her breath. But her attacker was relentless and with the sun at her back, she had the advantage of hiding her identity - - until now! She was able to catch a glimpse of the grinning face of Sung Hi Lee when she stomped down on Karen's belly, further hampering the Playmate's breathing process.

"UUUUHHHH!!!" she grunted when Sung Hi lifted her foot a second time and drove it down across Karen's tits; flattening them against her rib cage. Although in pain, Karen instinctively grabbed Sung Hi's ankle before she could withdraw her foot and twisted it violently sending the Korean crashing to the sand, flat on her back. Not letting go of the ankle, Karen lifted the trapped leg high and drove a kick of her own right into the back of the smaller woman's upper leg.

"AAAHHH!!!" This time it was Sung Hi who cried out in pain. having found a soft spot, Karen cranked back her leg preparing for another kick when she was tackled from behind, sending her crashing face first to the sand with the second attacker riding her all the way down. Before Karen had a chance to move, she felt two strong hands sink themselves into her hair, holding her in place. Next she felt her face being ground back and forth in the sand, forcing it into her nose, mouth and eyes.

The Playmate strained with all her might, powering herself up to her knees; still with an unknown rider on her back - but not for long. Karen reached back and sunk her hands into her attacker's hair getting a firm grip.

The attacker held on for dear life as if she was riding a mechanical bull, but this bull was seeing red! Pitching her shoulder down and forward, Karen tossed her attacker up and over her head, using the girl's own forward momentum to send her flying forward. Karen crawled forward and locked a choke hold around the neck of Lisa Boyle, the second attacker, and began to squeeze the life out of her. As she felt Lisa beginning to fade, Karen sent a couple of punches into the side of her head to speed things along. With her head resting on Lisa's shoulder, Karen had a great view of Lisa's magnificent cleavage.

"Lets not waste these!" Karen said playfully as she grabbed hold of the front of Boyle's bikini top and yanked it down freeing the puppies. "Not bad!" she muttered as she gazed down the front of Lisa's chest and cupped her right breast in her hand giving it a squeeze, then pulled and twisted the nub stiffening from the breeze and the sudden attention. "My friends will be here soon. I think Cori would love to take these bad boys for a test drive!"

Losing site of the objective for a moment, Sung Hi made Karen pay dearly when she grabbed hold of the Playmate's hair and drove her knee into her forehead. CRUNCH! Karen was snapped back to reality from the blow. CRUNCH! A second knee from point blank range broke her grip on Lisa's tit. CRUNCH! The third one sent her eyes spinning in her head and breaking the choke hold. CRUNCH! Karen slumped to the sand.

"OK bitch! Let's rock!" Sung Hi said as she grabbed hold of the Playmate's hair and pulled her up onto a pair of very unsteady legs.

"OOOOFFFFFF!!!" Karen groaned as another powerful knee to the belly drove all the air from her lungs and doubled her over. She stumbled forward and locked up with Sung Hi, trying to stop further attacks.

Sung Hi leaned forward holding the Playmate up, bringing Karen to a standing position with her head resting on her attacker's shoulder. Karen was content wrapping her arms around Sung Hi's shoulders for in close the Korean couldn't strike with another knee. Sung Hi adapted her attack and with her arms trapped between the two women's bodies, she just reached down and grabbed hold of the front of Karen's bikini bottoms. Karen gasped when Sung Hi pulled up with all her might, lifting the Playmate off of her feet with the frontal wedgie.

Karen's arms slid off of Sung Hi's shoulders and shot to the Korean's wrist trying to break her grip on the swimsuit. With her arms free, Sung Hi just jerked Karen up and down forcing the thin material deeper and deeper into her womanhood. Karen gasped a sigh of relief when the material failed and she plummeted to the warm sand on her back, hands clutching the injured area between her legs. Sung Hi stepped forward ready to continue her mission when she heard a raspy voice from behind her. "Let me have her!" Lisa demanded.

Sung Hi just smiled at her friend and with a curtsied and a wave of her arm, motioned Lisa to step forward as if giving her permission to cut in during a slow dance, "Why step this way my love." Lisa roughly dropped her ass down on Karen's belly pinning her arms below her. A rough back handed slap got the Playmate's attention as Lisa eyed her target.

"So you like tits, do ya? Let's see how you like the way that this feels!" Lisa tore Karen's bikini top clear off and instantly buried her claws deep into Karen's tit flesh. "Not so pleasant is it?" Lisa asked as Karen howled in pain.

Lisa relentlessly scratched and clawed at Karen's breast leaving a checker board of bloody scratches. She twisted and pulled at Karen's nipples in pay back for the earlier injustice, shifting her weight forward applying maximum pressure on the twin globes. Karen felt Lisa shift her weight and was able to start working her hands free from their entrapment. Sung Hi just stood by watching Lisa torture Karen. She had mixed it up with Karen before here on Muscle Beach and was thoroughly enjoying the 2:1 advantage she and Lisa had.

"OK Lisa stop screwing around. We have to get her out of here before her friends show up!"

Lisa let out a shriek when Karen was able to work one arm completely free, move the cloth covering aside, and sink her nails into Lisa's bottom. Lisa had let go of Karen's breast and try and leap up and away from her attacker, but Karen would not release her grip. Once Sung Hi realized what was going on, she quickly ran to Karen's legs and picked them up with an ankle in each hand. Before Karen knew what was happening, Sung Hi spread her legs wide and stomped down on her crotch.

The Playmate howled in pain and immediately released her grip on Lisa to tend to her own crotch.

Sung Hi half smiled as her partner rolled around in the sand holding herself between her legs, "When you get done playing over there grab that surfboard we have a delivery to make!"

Lisa looked up at her smiling friend with hatred in her eyes. "Fuck that! I'm going to kill her right here and now!"

She stormed towards Karen but was abruptly grabbed by Sung Hi, "Uh-uh! FIRST, we make the delivery... THEN you can take your revenge! Now, grab the surfboard!" Not wanting to mix it up with Sung Hi and her martial art background, Lisa just turned and grabbed hold of Karen's surfboard that had been shoved into the sand near where she had been lying. Pissed at not getting her way, Lisa threw it down onto the sand next to Karen. "Good! Now get her ass on the board," Sung Hi demanded.

Lisa roughly grabbed Karen by the hair and tugged on her, dragging her onto the board. She made sure to bounce the Playmate's head off of the hard board once or twice before she stopped to look up at Sung Hi. The Korean was just smiling from ear to ear.

"WHAT?" Lisa demanded.

"You're a piece of work you know that? Now use her bathing suit to tie her to the board. I don't want her moving 'til after we have made our delivery and been paid." When Karen was securely fastened to the surfboard, the two smaller women grabbed hold of the board at the head and foot and lifted it up off of the sand. "Her friends will be here any second. Let's get the hell out of here!" Sung Hi stated as they began to carry the board off.
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ACT TWO: THE CLIENT
They began to walk along the water's edge, down the beach towards a jetty that would put them out of site from Muscle Beach. With each step the two small women felt the strain of Karen's weight as they carried her.

"Hey let put her in the water!" Lisa suggested.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Sung Hi replied. "It's a fucking surfboard! It floats! Why carry the fucking thing when we can float it?" Sung Hi caught on and they placed the board into the surf with Lisa straddling Karen's waist. She began to paddle with her hands and the board cut through the water. "This is FAR easier'n hauling her fat ass!" Lisa said.

"OK. I'm going to run ahead and make sure that everything is set," Sung Hi stated, unsure if she should trust Lisa alone with Karen, but it was pointless for her to just walk along the beach watching from a distance.

As soon as Sung Hi jogged off, Lisa let out a laugh and a smile crossed her lips. "It's time for you and me to party!" she hissed to Karen who was still out of it. SLAP! SLAP! Two wicked bitch slaps, one forehand; one backhand, brought Karen back to the here and now. "Did my little princess have a nice nap?" Lisa taunted her.

"I'm going to kill you bitch!" Karen cried out, squirming and wriggling against her bonds.

"Oh, I don't think so dearie. It seems you're a little tied up at the moment."

"OUCH!" Karen cried out in pain as Lisa stabbed her sharp fingernails into her damaged breast. "Man! Those puppies look like they hurt," Lisa giggled. "Here! Let's splash some cool water on them; maybe that'll make 'em feel better!" Lisa stopped paddling and used her cupped hands to splash salt water on Karen's chest. At first the cool water DID soothe some of the pain, but than the Playmate began to shriek in pain when the salt in the water worked it's way into the open wounds.

"Now! Now! You're making far to much noise," Lisa scolded. "Somebody may hear you!" She pinched Karen's nose with her left hand and began to splash handfuls of sea water into her gasping mouth with the other.

(gurgle) (gasp) Karen began to sputter as Lisa tried to drown her.

Not wanting to kill Karen - well, not yet anyway - Lisa stopped the water torture and resumed paddling. The way that the current was running, she was making good time towards the jetty where Sung Hi was waiting. In another minute, she'd be past the outcropping of rocks and out of sight from Muscle Beach. But there's where it got tricky! The water churned and she was starting to be pulled toward the rocks. Lisa had to give Karen a few minutes reprieve so she could concentrate on circumnavigating the jetty while on a stretch of deserted beach about a mile down the shore line, Sung Hi was meeting with their client.

"Where the hell is she?" the big black woman demanded.

"Relax!" Sung Hi assured her. "Lisa's working her way here as we speak. Soon you'll be able to see her coming round that jetty over there," she said as she pointed in the general direction of the distant jetty.

"I need her for tomorrow night! You two had BETTER not screw this up," the client growled.

Back on the surfboard, Lisa had finally rounded the jetty and was once again paddling steadily, paralleling the shore. She could barely make out her objective, a lifeguard stand still well off in the distance. "Well princess, you're almost home," Lisa reassured Karen as she paddled. But before she got to the lifeguard stand, Lisa wanted to play with her Playmate a little more. She gently slid a hand over Karen's taught stomach muscles, then continued South. When she reached Karen's nether regions, she gave a gentle squeeze that made the Playmate jump. "Oh don't worry princess; I haven't forgotten you tried to tear out my tonsils through my vagina," Lisa purred.

A look of fear crossed Karen's face just before Lisa sunk her talons into her flesh. Lisa continued to tear and maim as Karen howled in agony. With her arms securely bound, Karen was completely defenseless against Lisa's attack.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! Please stop!" Karen begged. "AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!"

"Oh! Here they come now!" Sung Hi assured the client perkily when Karen and Lisa were within ear-shot. The black woman smiled a devious grin and nodded. Her plans were coming together and it will be just a matter of time before she could begin Karen's training.

Back on Muscle Beach, Cori and Kiana looked around but they couldn't find Karen. Her car was up in the parking lot, but she was nowhere to be found. "Maybe she went surfing," Kiana suggested. "See! Her surfboard's missing. She usually leaves it right there," Kiana pointed to a hole in the sand where the board had stood.

"Maybe you're right," Cori shrugged. "But she's gonna be pissed if she misses today's action. Some of those bimbos from the Porn Star Fight Club are supposedly gonna be paying us a 'surprise' visit," Cori said as she and Kiana began to stretch out in preparation for their visitors.
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ACT THREE: DEEP DOO-DOO
"It's not time for her to meet me. Not yet!" the black woman said. "Secure her there, say your good-byes; then disappear. I still have much preparation to do!"

She turned and walked up the ramp and disappeared into the tower. Sung Hi went down to the beach and helped Lisa carry the surfboard to the foot of the tower. They dug the foot of the surfboard into the sand, standing up the Playmate.

"Now don't try anything funny or we'll make you pay!" Sung Hi insisted.

Karen knew this may be her only chance to escape and she waited patiently for the two women to undo her bathing suit that was restraining her arms and legs. As soon as her arms were free, she lashed out and grabbed hold of Sung Hi's hair as the Korean was kneeling to undo her foot restraints. But Lisa had anticipated this move and she waited just a second for Karen to jerk Sung Hi off to the side. Then as Karen quickly stepped out of the loosened leg restraints and spun to find Lisa, she didn't have to look far! Almost immediately, Karen felt her head snap to the side when Lisa connected with a right to the jaw. From her position on the sand, Sung Hi kicked out her feet and swept Karen's legs out from under her, dumping her to the sand.

After couple of well-placed kicks and some hard punches, the Playmate no longer showed any signs of further resistance. Karen was roughly pulled to her feet by the hair and shoved into one of the pilings that held up the lifeguard tower. Restraints were already propositioned on the cross pieces and in seconds Karen's wrist and ankles were secured with the Playmate stretched out, facing the ocean.

"Did you get the money?" Lisa asked.

"Every penny! And as a tip we get to say good-bye to our friend here," Sung Hi said with a devious grin. Then with a twinkle in her eye, she turned to Karen, "Well, here's where we part ways. But first..."

BAM! Sung Hi flattened Karen's right breast with a short powerful punch.

"OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Karen cried.

BAM! BAM! BAM! Sung Hi continued her onslaught like she was working a heavy bag. The black woman just peered out from the tower making sure to stay out of sight, thinking, "These girls really don't like each other much. I bet we could've gotten them for a lot less."

"Hey! What about me!" Lisa demanded.

"I'll smack you around later," Sung Hi giggled. "Now lemme finish saying good-bye!" BAM! "You know what I meant! Now step the hell aside!"

Seeing that she'd teased Lisa enough, Sung Hi stepped aside and made room for Lisa to step in front of the restrained Playmate. With out saying a word, Lisa dropped to her knees in front of Karen and as Karen looked down at her through tear-streaked eyes, she had to look down between her own heaving boobs to track the forward progress of Lisa's head. Soon, Karen felt Lisa's warm breath between her legs and her body broke out with goose bumps after being hauled out of the cold ocean water. The well-manicured area between her legs was extremely sensitive at this point, and a shiver ran up her spine as Lisa's mouth seemed to hover for an eternity as her warm breath made Karen tingle. Sung Hi and their client had no idea what Lisa was up too, but then again neither did Karen! She just held her breath and wished that her friends would realize she was missing and come looking for her.

Then Lisa made her move! The smaller brunette leaned the rest of the way in with her mouth opened wide, extended her pink tongue and sloooooowly ran it up the furrow of Karen's slit from bottom to the apex. Once there, she pushed it deeper, spreading Karen's engorged labia and making the Playmate gasp with pleasure. With a skill Karen hadn't experienced since she and Irish returned from her "12 Labors" Karen had her breath taken away by the woman kneeling before her. At first she tried to fight the repulsive feeling of another woman violating her with her tongue as easily as Lisa was. But soon Karen couldn't fight the feeling any longer and she felt her pulse rate and respiration starting to rise. As Lisa feverishly worked the Playmate closer and closer to climax, Karen's vital signs were off the charts. She could actually feel her heart beating between her legs as all the blood in her body raced to the sensitive area.

Lisa worked the Playmate's body like a champ. Watching with open-mouthed awe, both Sung Hi and the client would gladly have switched places with Karen although neither could understand why Lisa was putting some much effort into pleasing Karen instead of pounding the shit out of her; taking a couple of free shots to make up for the earlier scrap. Then, as every muscle of Karen's body stiffened and her love juices were about to explode in an eruption of volcanic lava, Lisa gave her tongue a final 'flick' then withdrew, Lisa fired an uppercut into Karen's blood engorged labia!!

The sound of fist on pubic bone echoed up and down the deserted beach and Sung Hi and the client each let out a sympathy groan as they grabbed their own groins in reaction to the brutal blow! Karen's legs buckled and if it weren't for the restraints holding her upright, she'd have melted into a fetal position right then and there. The battered Playmate was in so much pain, she couldn't even utter a gasp or yelp of pain...not that she didn't try, but no sound passed her lips. Lisa stood in front of the Playmate, grabbed her chin and forced Karen to look into her evil eyes.

"Don't you EVER fuck with me again!" Lisa hissed. "Or today will seem like another day at the beach!"

She turned to leave as Sung Hi stepped forward with a blindfold and muttered, "Damn! I bet that hurt!" as she placed the blindfold in position, then gave Karen a little kiss on the cheek. "Have fun princess; don't do anything that I wouldn't do."

"Fuck....you...!" the still defiant Karen said between gasps.

Sung Hi turned to say something more when the client stepped up and grabbed her shoulder, "No! I'll take it from here. You've been paid; now you two get lost."

Sung Hi glared at her a moment, started to walk away, then paused and growled, "McDougal, this isn't over!"

"Maybe when I'm done with her, I'll give you a call; perhaps you can buy her back," the client offered.

"DEAL!" Sung Hi said, jumping at the offer before she and Lisa headed up the hill to their car.
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ACT FOUR: COOK OUT
Mid-day had come a gone yet Karen still hung from the supports underneath the tower. The cold damp feeling of being dragged from the sea water had passed as the now strong rays of the sun beat down on her. Her lips were chapped and she was dying of thirst. She heard footsteps above her as the floor boards creaked, but she hadn't heard a human voice since Lisa and Sung Hi last spoke to her new captor. Since then, only the sounds of the seagulls filled the air.

Back on Muscle Beach, her friends weren't faring well either. It seems an entire Brigade had shown up from the PSFC, and while they fought valiantly, Cori and Kiana were no match and were easily dispatched. Now they just lay on the sand nursing their bruises. "Where the hell's Karen? She shoulda been here!" Kiana complained.

"Yeah, I know! I'll have to remember to tell her that Bobbie Billard was asking for her as she was sitting on my face, rubbing one out!" Cori grumbled.

Karen heard a cell phone ring above her and she listened intently to the one side of the conversation that she was able to hear, "Yes! I'm ready for tomorrow night. You just worry about yourself."

Karen tried as hard as she could to place the voice, but she was drawing a blank. The one bright note was that what ever was planned for her wouldn't occur until tomorrow night. "A little more than 24 hours to get my ass out of this jam!" she thought. Her body glistened with sweat and every muscle in her body ached as the acids built up from not being used. She felt the breeze pick up and her body temperature begin to fall. She couldn't believe NOBODY came to this beach and saw her hanging there; but then again, not too many people dared visit her beach either.

Once the sun set, Karen began to shiver. Her body tensed when she heard foot steps coming down the ramp of the tower, but once they hit the sand she could no longer hear them and was unable to tell where the unknown woman had disappeared too. Not until the woman threw a bucket of ice cold sea water over her head - then she knew exactly where she was! Karen's lips were turning blue and she could barely hear the woman walking back up the ramp over the sound of her teeth chattering. She could hear movement above her once again and soon smelled food cooking. It dawned on her that she hadn't eaten since the previous night - unless you counted the cup of coffee this morning. She'd do just about anything at this point for just one bite.

That night it got extremely cold and they had a period of heavy rains that swept in off the ocean. The bird's cries stopped as even they knew enough to come in out of the rain as Karen drifted off to sleep trying to figure a way out of this one.

The rain had stopped and it must have been morning. It wasn't the sound of the birds that had woke Karen, but rather the feel of warm hands fondling her breasts. At first she thought the entire thing had been a dream and she was home in bed with Irish. Many mornings began that way with him waking her for a little "pick me up" before heading off to work. Her fantasy came to an abrupt end, however, as soon as the woman saw a small smile starting to cross Karen's face; then she grabbed both nipples and twisted!

"OOOhhhhhh fuck!" Karen wailed in pain.

"Good morning sunshine!" the familiar voice from yesterday began. "As of this moment you're in training. Now do everything you're told and you wouldn't get hurt. Understand?"

Not waiting for an answer, the black woman began to pull the blindfold up from Karen's eyes and over the top of her head. It took Karen's eyes a minute to get used to the bright glare of the morning's sunshine but at last, when her eyes began to focus, she was looking into the face of Traci Bingham who was grinning ear to ear.

"Surprise!" Traci said with a smile. Karen struggled against her restraints to get at the former Baywatch lifeguard, but she couldn't break free. "Oh, I see! You still have a little fight left in you, good!"

Traci stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Karen's chest. With a deep grunt, she bear-hugged her, flattening Karen's breasts against her body. She held tight until Karen's struggles slowed, then she released her. "Now do as you're told or there'll be a lot more of that!"
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ACT FIVE: FEEDING TIME
While Karen was still slightly unresponsive, Traci knelt and undid each of the restraints from her ankles. Karen didn't move much and Traci reached up and undid the wrist restraints one at a time. The Playmate just hovered there on wobbly legs for a moment.

"On your knees bitch!" Traci commanded. But Karen didn't do as she was ordered so Traci grabbed hold of the brunette's hair. Not that Karen was being uncooperative, rather she was just sluggish from the ordeal. But Traci didn't care why Karen didn't jump when she yelled jump; she only cared to set a tone early of whom was boss! She pulled Karen's hair causing the Playmate to fall forward. Her forward progress was momentarily stopped when Traci buried her knee into the Playmate's gut, causing her to double over clutching her belly. Karen sunk to her knees at Traci's feet with her head slumped forward.

"Now that's better. Do as your told and you just might make it through the weekend!" Traci threatened ominously.

Traci flipped Karen's long hair up off of her neck and slapped a tight choker collar around it. In a flash, a leash was attached to the collar and Karen was dragged forward with a sharp pull on the leather. At first she tried to resist, but after a second tug on the leash almost pulled her head from her shoulders as it choked her, Karen gave in and followed behind Traci on her hands and knees up the long wooden ramp that led up to the observation part of the lifeguard tower. Through all her aches, Karen found new pain in her knees as she crawled up the ramp. Traci led her to a mat on the floor that contained two dog dishes. One had water while the other had some kind of mystery slop in it. The food smelled like shit, but Karen's mouth began to salivate just the same from absolute hunger. Traci pulled her up onto her knees, sitting on the back of her legs.

"Hands behind your back!" Traci demanded. After another sharp tug on the choker, Karen complied. Bingham quickly slapped on a set of handcuffs securing Karen's arms behind her back. With a rough shove Karen found herself face down in the bowl of slop. "Eat! You're going to need your strength!" Traci commanded.

Karen was demoralized but as hungry as she was, she ate the food. If she were going to kick Traci's ass and get out of here, she would need her strength. With her hand secured behind her back, Karen was forced to plunge her mouth into the slop and just chow down. When she wanted a drink, she had to lap up the liquid with her tongue.

"Hey Karen, you're pretty good with that tongue!" Traci complemented her. Then grabbing Karen by the hair, she pulled the Playmate back up to her knees. Traci grabbed a towel and wiped some of the slop from her face, "I gave you what you needed. Now it's your turn." With one hand Traci slid the cloth aside that was covering her crotch. With the other she pulled Karen's head into position. Karen fought the move with all her might and struggled against Traci's grasp. She wasn't that beaten of a woman just yet! Growing angry, Traci released her grasp on Karen's head, stood, and kicked her bowls over spilling the contents. "Fine! You don't want to be nice to me, I don't have to be nice to you!"

She yanked Karen across the room and tied the Playmate to a center post of the tower like she was hitching up a horse. She then turned and stormed out of the enclosure. As soon as Traci was gone, Karen struggled with the handcuffs trying to slip her hands through them but the only thing that she managed to do is scrape some of the skin from her wrists. 'When Traci comes back, I'll let her untie me; then I'll sweep her legs out from under her and run like hell,' Karen thought.

But it was a long time before Traci returned. The first thing the former Baywatch star did when she entered the tower and closed the distance between her and Karen was to snap a punch to the side of the Playmate's temple. The blow was solid and dazed Karen. The next thing she knew was that the handcuffs had been released and she was getting dragged down the ramp back down to the beach. When they reached the bottom of the tower Traci applied shackles to Karen's ankles and handcuffs with a longer chain between them. Karen knew if she ran she wouldn't get far with these on. The chains were just long enough for her to be able to crawl behind her master on her leash.

Under the tower was a shower stall normally used for sunbathers to rinse off the sand and sea water from their bodies before leaving the beach. Traci stood Karen under the stall and turned on the water. She hosed down the Playmate and then actually used shampoo to wash her hair.

"We're having company tonight. Not only do I want you to look your best, I want you on your best behavior," Traci told her. Karen's hair was combed straight, then Traci kicked her in the ass knocking her back down to all fours. "I don't want you thinking you're a guest at this party, you're there to do as your told."

Traci gave Karen's leash a tug and made the Playmate crawl behind her back to the front of the tower. Karen looked around for the first time and saw that Traci had set up the area in front of the tower for some type of gathering. Driftwood had been staked in a fire pit for some type of barn fire. There was a table with food and drink on it to one side. And immediately adjacent to the table were three benches in a 'U' shape. Karen knew immediately what kind of gathering was to take place tonight and she was pretty sure that she was the entertainment.
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ACT SIX: ASS IN THE AIR
The sun began to set and the air was beginning to cool off. Karen knew that she didn't want spend another night strapped to the tower out in the elements. What ever Traci had planned, she hoped she could get through it and gain her freedom. The sound a car makes when it drives over gravel, crushing the stones caused Karen's head to spin in the direction of the parking lot. She didn't know who the guests were to be at this party, but she was about to start meeting them. Traci also heard the sound that announced the arrival of her first guest. She made her way down the ramp from the tower and waited at its base. A lone brunette woman was walking across the sand and right up to Traci. The two greeted each other with a phony peck on each cheek and Traci pulled away from the smaller woman.

"Oh my GOD Mitzi! What happened to you?" On the outside Traci was feigning concern but inside she was laughing her ass off as she saw the battered and bruised face of her guest - none other than Mitzi Kapture, one of Traci's ex-Baywatch costars.

"It was hell Traci! I had my own pet to bring to the reunion and she rebelled this morning. The bitch threw me around so bad I almost couldn't come tonight," Mitzi explained.

"Well I'm glad you made it!" Traci reassured her. If nothing else, they'd have something, or someONE to laugh at later.

"Who do we have here?" Mitzi asked motioning toward where Karen was hitched.

"Oh her... That's MY pet for the evening," Traci gushed.

"Well, well; isn't she JUST darling!" Mitzi cooed as she walked over to the Playmate and ran her hand down the side of Karen's face, then cupped her chin lifting Karen's head so that they could make eye contact. "Very pretty! And would you look at these muscles. How'd you come across HER?" Mitzi asked her host.

"Oh... I had her delivered," Traci joked.

Karen glared up at Traci but didn't say anything but what she was thinking was, "You bet your ass you had me delivered! If you came after me by yourself you would be in much worse looking shape then your friend here!"

Either Traci could read minds, or she just didn't like the way that Karen was looking at her but she wanted to reestablish dominance before the important guest started to arrive. "You have to see her ass!" Traci insisted as she grabbed Karen's choker collar and yanked downward, sending Karen crashing face first into the sand on her knees with her ass jutted into the air.

Mitzi admired Karen's lines as her skin was pulled taught and she reached down a placed her hand on Karen's lower back, "Hmmmmmm, very nice! What are your plans for after tonight?"

Before Traci could answer, Mitzi began to run her hand down over Karen's curves till she reached the mound between her legs. Karen had enough and kicked out her feet sweeping Mitzi's legs out from under her dropping her on the sand on her ass. Traci tried her hardest not to burst out laughing as she scolded her Playmate.

"Here Mitzi, lemme buy you a drink," Traci said as she helped her guest up off of the sand and lead her over to the makeshift bar. "I really should have gotten a bartender for tonight," Traci said as she plunked some ice cubes into a glass.

Mitzi just glared over at Karen who had assumed the position of attention again. "If you won't sell, at least let me rent her…just for one night!"

"We'll see Mitzi. We'll see," was Traci's non-committal response although she'd love to be in the room when Mitzi tried to get a piece of Karen.

The crunching sound of footsteps on gravel announced the arrival of the next guest and Mitzi and Traci walked around the tower to be in a position to meet and greet. Approaching them from the direction of the parking lot, again solo, was a beautiful green-eyed redhead. Between her heels and the way that she carried herself she looked much taller than her five foot eight inches.

Traci approached the redhead with a look of concern on her face, "Angelica! Did you forget something?"

The black woman's plans for a festive evening were coming unraveled. "I called your house last night and left a message on your answering machine" the redhead stated. "I just got in from New York a didn't have time to pick something up," she explained, referring to her lack of a plaything for the evening. "You got anything to drink around here. With all this sand this place is like a desert!" she whined.

Traci stormed off to get the redhead her drink while Mitzi lead Angelica over to Karen. "Look who Traci came up with!" Mitzi said, baiting Angelica. "She's a real horny bitch too, check out her ass!" Shei stepped forward and grabbed Karen's collar just as Traci had done before and once she had Karen 'ass up' she encouraged Angelica to 'check the merchandise.'

Traci decided to just hang back by the bar and watch what unfolded from a distance as Angelica reached down and made almost the same hand movement Mitzi had earlier and, just as earlier, Angelica got the same result when her hand wandered to an unwelcome area. Flat on her ass! Traci had to run over to get between the two women as her guest wanted to tear Karen apart. Almost on cue the sound of another approaching car entered the parking lot. Using that as a distraction, Traci led the two other women to a position further away from Karen so they could greet their next guest.

Karen ran over the list in her head, "Traci Bingham, Mitzi Kapture and Angelica Bridges. What the hell's going on?" But as the next guest approached it dawned on Karen….it was a Bay-fuckin-watch reunion.
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ACT SEVEN: GENA'S PET
The woman that was making her way across the sand to the lifeguard tower looked a little beat up herself.

"Gena! Don't tell me you didn't bring anybody either. Hey where's Pam?" Traci cried in almost a panic; her well-planned evening falling apart before her very eyes!

"Pam won't be joining us. She came down with a severe case of whoop ass," Gena Lee Nolin laughed as her friends surrounded her.

"Well did you bring SOMEbody?" Traci insisted.

"Don't worry Traci, worse comes to worse I'll just use Mitzi here," the big blonde giggled as she patted the smallest woman on the butt as she walked past.

"HEY; that's not funny!" Mitzi demanded.

Gena walked through the crowd and headed over to where Karen was still waiting, wondering just how many other Baywatch bimbos would be joining them. Karen had never battled Gena before, but they'd met many of the same women. Now, in her weakened state and with restraints on, Karen knew she'd be in a lot of trouble against the big blonde. Gena walked right up to Karen, grabbed a handful of hair and began tugging on the Playmate's head.

"Yeah Traci, this little reunion was a great idea," Gena said as she gazed down into Karen's eyes trying to locate the presence of fear. But even with the odds stacked against her, Karen decided that she was not going down without a fight.

"Hey Gena! Check out her ass!" Mitzi yelled from behind her as the brunette elbowed Angelica to get her attention.

As the two women giggled, Karen and Traci both thought, "Here we go again!"

"She DOES have a nice ass does she? Let's have a closer look," Gena said, playing along with the joke. She slammed Karen's face down into the sand, but then instead of making the same mistake Mitzi and Angelica had of standing behind the downed Playmate, Gena straddled Karen, then without warning sat down hard on the back of the Playmate's head, driving her face into the sand. As Karen panicked trying to breathe, Gena ran both of her hands down Karen's back to her ass. "You're right! She DOES have a nice ass. Let's take a closer look!" Gena said as she grabbed Karen's cheeks and spread 'em.

She had to hold on as Karen was rocking and bucking trying to throw her from her perch but in the end, she was powerless to keep Gena from shoving her middle finger as deep as she could into the Playmate's ass. The other three Baywatch women just looked on, all wanting a hand in the action themselves. While this wasn't the entertainment Traci had planned for their reunion, so far nobody was complaining! Gena motioned Mitzi, who was almost drooling at this point, closer to Karen's ass so that she could get a real good look. At least that's what Mitzi thought. When the brunette got within reach Gena reached up and grabbed her blouse in her left hand, startling the smaller woman. Then Gena pulled her finger out with a POP and wiped it all over the front of Mitzi's blouse. As Mitzi looked down at the stain in disgust, Gena got up wearing a broad smile and the others found the sight hysterical.

"I got something waiting for me in the car," Gena said, heading back toward the parking lot. Her car alarm chirped unlocking the doors and she made her way to one of the rear doors. The other three women held their collective breathe in anticipation hoping that she would not disappoint. But who ever Gena and Pam had grabbed to bring to the party had to be a tough one. Pam was out of commission and Gena looked pretty banged up herself.

The Baywatch crowd would have to wait a few minutes longer for the identity of Gena's pet. As the tall blonde walked her towards the tower, a black leather hood hid her identity. Like Karen, she was completely nude and showed signs of a struggle. She also wore the choker collar and leash like Karen and Gena used it to guide her across the sand to where Karen was secured and tied her up on the other end of the wooden bench.

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ACT EIGHT: PLACE YOUR BETS

Gena wanted the suspense to last a little bit longer. She walked over to where the bar was set up and helped herself to a stiff belt. Her fellow Baywatch costars were busy arguing over who the identity of her pet was. Gena loved being in control at this point and decided to make them hold out some more.

Karen tried to get the attention of the woman under the hood, but every time she called out to Gena's prisoner, she didn't get an answer. "Hey our only chance out of this is if we stick together!" Karen tried again. But this time it was a little too loud and over heard by the others.

"Hey! Shut the fuck up over there!" Traci insisted. Not being able to withhold her curiosity any long, Traci called out to Gena. "Let's get down to business! I have five hundred that says my bitch kicks the shit out of yours!"

Other wagers were made between the other woman and Traci came over to Karen and untied her. Karen didn't want any part of entertaining them during their little reunion, but when Traci pulled hard on her leash she had to struggle to keep up with Traci so that she was not being dragged through the sand. Before Karen knew it, she was on the far side of the squared off area formed by the benches.

The other women had each grabbed a seat on one of the benches. As Traci held onto Karen's leash, Gena pulled her girl to the standing position and lead her to her side of the square, still with the hood over her head. Traci and Gena each reached up and removed the choker collars from around their fighter's neck. At the last possible moment, Gena pulled off the hood of her fighter and gave her a shove forward towards Karen.

The Baywatch women cheered or jeered at this revelation based on whom their money was riding on. Karen just stood there slack jawed when she recognized the face of fellow Playmate Lisa Dergan. She held her shocked position a little to long and soon found herself flat on her back. There was no shock for Lisa to overcome as she immediately recognized Karen's voice. Gena had promised Lisa her freedom if she defeated her challenger. So while the revelation of her opponent stunned Karen, Lisa used the time to close the distance between them and drop the brunette with a powerful clothesline.

Lisa didn't give Karen a second to gain her senses and immediately pulled her up by the hair. As Karen wobbled before her, Lisa threw a forearm smash that connected with Karen's jaw sending her stumbling backward. Karen raised her hand to her head in an effort to try and protect herself, so Lisa instantly changed her target. Knowing that the sand would offer a soft landing for her, Lisa left her feet and buried her heels pan caking Karen's tits against her rib cage. As Lisa landed gently on the soft white sand, Karen flew backward landing seated on the hard wooden bench behind her. Her head snapping back over the bench's seat.

"That's it Lisa kick her ass!" Gena yelled on in encouragement. Traci was seeing her well executed plan as well as five hundred of her hard earned dollars going rapidly down hill. "Karen! If you don't fight back I'll kick your ass twice as much later!"

Lisa jumped up and was on Karen before she had a chance to get up off of the bench. She straddled her legs pinning her to the bench and grabbed hold of Karen's hair. When she had effectively sunk her fingers deep into Karen's mane, Lisa powered her head backwards bending it at an awkward angle over the high back of the bench. With her fellow Playmate immobilized, Lisa let go of Karen's hair with her right hand and started punching her in the face. Lisa's fist where staggering the brunette Playmate's head back and forth. But the stinging pain on her head and face snapped her back to the here and now. Karen in desperation reached between their two bodies and slid her hand over Lisa's taught abs till she let her fingers do the walking in the forest below. When she had found her target, she clenched her fingers in a tight crotch claw that instantly stopped the barrage on her head.

A moment later, after a savage twist of the wrist, Lisa let go of Karen's hair and reached down to try and pull Karen's hand from the sensitive area. Karen was able to raise her head to a neutral position and with her second hand grabbed tightly around Lisa's throat and began to choke her! The two women struggled as the Baywatch women screamed and cheered their favorite on. Suddenly, Karen called on all her reserve strength and lifted Lisa up and over her head, sending the blonde Playmate crashing face first in the sand located behind the bench ringed arena.

"It doesn't look to good for your girl now!" Traci taunted as it appeared Karen was about to reverse the earlier tide of the battle.

"Don't count my girl out yet! You should see what she did to poor ol' Pam," Gena replied with confidence.

Karen took a moment to clear her head before she tried to rise. The effects of the last day or two were really starting to take a toll on her body. When she did lift herself off the bench, Karen stepped up onto the seat and then stood with one foot on the seat, the other she lifted up to the back of the bench waiting to make the leap from her perch.

"Hey Gena! How about we up our little wager?" Traci asked as things started to turn in Karen's favor.

"What'd you have in mind? $1,000?" Gena asked.

"No hon, I'm talking pink slips! My girl wins I get 'em both. Lisa wins and Karen goes home with you!"

Gena looked over at Karen and saw the brunette ready to strike. Then she looked over at her fighter lifting herself off the sand and by the expression on the blonde's face she knew that the fight was not yet over. "You're on!" Gena snapped.

As Lisa gained her feet she slowly turned to face Karen. When she was able to look the blonde directly in the eye, Karen stepped onto the top of the bench and hurled herself in the direction of Lisa who was slightly hunched over when she saw Karen had committed herself to being airborne. Karen knew a second too late that Dergan was fanning injury when she saw Lisa stand upright, and smiled ear to ear. The blonde was able to catch McDougal in flight and used Karen's own momentum to power slam the brunette to the ground.

"OOOOFFFF!!!!!" Karen grunted when Lisa landed on her, taking all the wind out of her sails.

Lisa heard the wild cheering coming from Gena and as she straddled Karen's waist pinning her to the ground, she glanced over her shoulder like a quarterback looking for the coach to send in the play. "That's it Lisa! Finish her off and we get to bring her home with us!"

Lisa's nipples began to stiffen in excitement. She had fought Karen in the past and didn't fair as well as she is doing right now. She was thoroughly enjoying being on top of her foe and the fact that McDougal was helping her gain her own freedom made her even happier. She grabbed hold of both of Karen's wrist and pinned them to the ground above her head. Karen didn't put up any struggle at all and that became even more apparent when Lisa lowered her breast to Karen's face. She didn't go for the smother right away; she wanted to have a little fun at the brunette's expense first.

Her nipples were now rock hard and stood out like erasers when they made contact with the soft skin of Karen's face. First Lisa positioned one of her nipples on Karen's upper lip and began to force it up on of Karen's nostrils. Reflexes took over and Karen's began to cough and exhale out her nose like somebody just tickled her with a feather while she was sleeping. The warm breath on her sensitive nipples was driving the blonde Playmate crazy. She was feeling her groin moisten with the thought of taking out the mighty K-Mac once and for all. But it dawned on her that Karen might never know that it was Lisa herself that had gotten the better of her. She had to wake up the Playmate and see the recognition and fear in her eyes that she was just about to be smothered out by the one and only Lisa Dergan!

Lisa raised her chest up slightly and then began to rotate her shoulders back and forth. Her large breast began to swing back and forth like a pendulum. When she found a rate that she liked, Lisa began to lower her chest down until it made contact with Karen's face.

Mitzi turned to Angelica and commented to her friend. "Oh GOD! I wouldn't mind having those on MY face."

The big redhead just pulled her little friend closer, pressing her face into her own large breast. "Don't worry little one, I'll provide all the tit you can handle. And then it will be strawberry fields forever!"

Mitzi didn't like what Angelica was implying and tried to pull away, but Angelica just tightened her grip and planted a kiss on the brunette's lips.
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ACT NINE: WELL, THAT WAS FUN
The slaps across the face started slow at first, and then began to increase in speed and intensity. The Slap! Slap! Slap! Of the repeated humiliating slaps could be heard by all and continued until Lisa felt Karen coming around. A moment later when Karen began to recognize her predicament, she began to struggle and almost unseated Lisa from her perch. "Thanks for joining us Karen! I was just about to smother you out for the entertainment of these fine ladies. And then I'm going to take you home with me and fuck you up some more!" the blonde taunted.

"There it is! That's the look I was going for!" Lisa thought to herself when she saw Karen's eyes grow wide in recognition. With that Lisa lowered her heavy hangers down onto Karen's face and tried the best she could to get a tight seal.

"MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!! MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!! MMMMMPPPHHHH!!!!!" Karen struggled to breath.

"Traci dear. Why don't you go make me another cocktail and then you can help Lisa carry her sorry ass back to my car?" Gena said as she pointed at Karen/ "Chop! Chop! I want to have a drink in my hand to toast my fighter's victory."

The black woman just glared at Gena looking like she wanted to pound the shit out of Gena. But she just turned and headed off to the bar. Karen was about to take her last breath before losing her fight with darkness. She knew she had to do something right now and then as Lisa concentrated on the smother, Karen lifted her leg as hard as she could, driving her knee up into the blonde's groin. Lisa let out a yelp and pulled her chest off of Karen's face. She only had given the brunette about a half inch clearance, but that was enough for Karen to gasp down some much needed air. As soon as she could, Karen turned her head halfway to the side and sunk her teeth deep into Lisa's right tit.

Mitzi and Angelica were preoccupied as big red tried to force herself onto her smaller costar. Gena's gaze never left Traci as she was afraid that her host might spit in her drink. It wasn't until Lisa cried out in pain that their attention returned to the fight. Karen delivered another cunt bust and then was able to roll Lisa off the top of her by shifting her weight. The four Baywatch women couldn't believe their eyes as Karen dropped a knee on Lisa's belly causing her to roll up into a fetal position. Karen stood and looked down the beach trying to decide quickly if she could make a break for it. Mitzi must have read her mind and leapt to her feet directly in the Playmate's path.

Karen almost had to restrain herself from laughing when she saw what she would consider a toy poodle baring her fangs. She stepped forward and scored with a spinning heel kick to the side of Mitzi's face, dropping her like a ton of bricks when her glass jaw shattered. Karen felt a tug on her hair from behind and was spun to face her next challenge. This time it was Angelica, a much more formidable opponent. She reached out and grabbed Karen's breasts, then tried to lift her off the ground using her tits as handles. Karen gasped as her tits where painfully tugged up but before Angelica was able to lift her feet off the sand, Karen planted her left foot and drove her right one up between the legs of the tall redhead.

Angelica's grip was instantly broken and she pitched forward on her knees! Another powerful kick, this one to the back of Angelica's head, and she was face down in the sand. Before Karen had a chance to run she felt someone jump on her from behind. Her arms were trapped at her sides and her breasts were being crushed against her chest as she was held in a tight bear hug. It was Gena Lee Nolin who was cranking up the pressure, leaning back and lifting Karen's feet from the sand. Karen's legs were spread wide as Gena shook her wildly from side to side. She was struggling to breathe as she was facing yet another fresh member of the Baywatch cast. Her mind was racing trying to think of some way to escape the hold. An escape plan came to Karen just as she was about to take her last breath when the Playmate forced her head forward until her chin touched her chest.

"Here goes nothing!" Karen thought and sent her head racing full speed backwards trying to score a hit to Gena's face. CRACK! The sound of bone on bone echoed across the water and could be heard for miles. An instant later, Gena dropped Karen's lifeless body to the sand where she curled up in a ball. Lisa had just made it up to her knees when she saw Karen and Gena struggling. She crawled forward and took a position behind Karen's flailing legs, then just as Karen's head was about to make contact with Gena's face, Lisa powered a brutal uppercut between Karen's legs, buckling her knees and dropping her on her butt in the sand.

"Let's get the hell outta here!" Gena ordered Lisa as she grabbed the gasping brunette Playmate under each arm. "Get her legs!"

Lisa did as she was told and they heaved Karen's body off of the sand. Traci just stood in shock, looking at the bodies of her friends scattered on the beach while Gena and Lisa made off with her prize.
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ACT TEN: A SURPRISE GUEST
When Gena and Lisa reached the car and Gena dropped Karen on the gravel and said, "Wait here! I've got some rope in the trunk. We'll strap her up good so she don't give us any trouble on the way home." Lisa nodded in agreement and Gena went to open the trunk. While she was gone, Karen began to stir and Lisa decided to play with her the way a cat does with a mouse.

"Good morning! How nice of you to join us," Lisa went on as she fondled the brunette's breast and playfully tugged at her nipples. As Gena dug through the trunk looking for her stash, someone approached Lisa silently from behind as she sat cradling Karen's head in her lap.

THUD! A loud sound filled the night air when Pam Anderson stuck with a judo chop to the base of Lisa's neck. "Uuugghhhh!!!!!" she grunted as she dropped Karen's head and slumped backward onto the gravel. Gena heard the commotion and came running around the car to make sure that their prize wasn't making a getaway. When she saw Pam standing over a downed Lisa, Gena chuckled.

"It's about fuckin' time you got here!" she said.

Pam just glanced angrily at her and muttered, "Thanks for leaving me behind!"

Pam reached down and pulled Lisa to her feet by her hair and Gena went back to her search for rope. But Lisa wasn't quite out and she sent a blistering backhand to the side of Pam's face. The result of this little scrum was far from over as the two women continued to trade blows on their knees, facing each other with both hands buried in blonde hair. After a long and bitter struggle, Lisa found herself straddling Pam as she delivered the finishing blows to the annoying blonde's face just as Gena returned with the rope and saw both women were spent after their heated exchange.

Gena went to tie up Karen with the rope, but the brunette was nowhere in site. She looked around the empty parking lot and knew that Karen couldn't have gotten far. Back to Lisa and Pam and she knew that neither woman would be of any assistance helping her locate their prize so she set out to find her herself.

She walked quickly around the car to the passenger side but didn't see Karen. She looked over the roof of the car from the direction that she had just come, but she was not there either. Suddenly, she felt something grab hold of both of her ankles and before she could do anything about it, she was soon looking up at the stars in the night air, flat on her back. She tried to get up, but Karen never released her grip on either ankle. Like a bullet racing its way down the barrel of a gun, Gena felt herself traveling at a high rate of speed directly under the car. Picking her head up for a moment to see what was going one, she raised it off of the gravel just in time to get a face full of rocker panel. CLUNK!

Gena was knocked out instantly and Karen used the ropes still clutched in her unmoving hands to restrain the big blonde. "That's one down!" Karen thought, but there was no time to celebrate. She hurried around to the driver's side of the car and saw Lisa still sitting atop of Pam's large breast. As quietly as she could, Karen sneaked up behind Lisa, faced the other way, and drove a mule kick to the back of the Playmate's head. Lisa was catapulted forward like she was just launched off the deck of an aircraft carrier. BAM! Lisa's face slammed against the side of the car.

Good thing Gena had brought plenty of rope because Lisa soon joined Gena in the land of the unmoving. Karen looked quickly at the side of the car and admired her handy work. There in the grim splattered on the side of the car was an impression of Lisa's face. If you looked at it quickly, you would almost think it was the famous face on Mars, or at least that was what Karen was thinking looking at the red paint in the dim light.

As Karen finished the final touches on Lisa's gift wrapping, she felt incredible pain in her lower leg. From her position flat on her back, (There's a shocker!) Pam sunk her sharpened nails in to the calf of Karen's leg and dug in deep. Karen yanked her leg back as she yelped in pain, but rather then gaining her freedom, Karen just dragged Pam's body across the gravel. The blonde Baywatch bitch would not be easily shaken. Since she couldn't pull her leg away, Karen decided that if you can't go backwards, go forwards! She stepped closer to Pam and dropped both her knees across the blonde's inflated tits. That broke the claw instantly.

Still kneeling on Pam's chest, forcing her to strain to draw breath, Karen slid her left leg up and shifted her weight so she was kneeling across Pam's throat, effectively closing off her wind pipe. With her right knee, Karen rolled it up and down like kneading pizza doe, flattening Pam's tits even more while with her hand she reached between Pam's legs and dug her nails in.

"SO, this is why they call you Barb Wire! It IS nasty down there!"

Unfortunately for Pam, she couldn't respond to Karen's barbs because she was too busy trying to breath with Karen's knee on her throat! After a few more seconds, Pam nodded off and Karen got up and grabbed another piece of rope which she used to hog-tie the Baywatch babe also. The keys were still on the car's deck lid so Karen used them to open the trunk. She tossed aside some of the beach furniture, coolers, and other crap that had accumulated in the big old Caddy and was amazed at the roomy trunk's size.

"Damn! The Mafia would consider this a five-seater!"