Pinned Down by the Pool

by Katie H Smith

I’d been going out with David for approximately six months when he suggested we take a week’s holiday in Portugal with two other couples who were friends of ours. On the face of it I should have been happy. It sounded like a good plan, after all – three twenty-something British couples, off for a week in a luxury villa at the height of summer. The plan was that the men would play some golf, while the girls got to relax around the pool. What wasn’t there to like?
Actually, it was a more a case of who wasn’t there to like. And the ‘who’ in question was Lara, fiancée to David’s best pal, Richard. I had no problems with the third woman in our party, namely Dawn, who was the girlfriend of David and Richard’s other friend, Eddie. Dawn was quiet, unassuming and friendly, much the opposite of Lara, with whom I had simply failed to hit it off.
Lara was loud and abrasive, with long, copper-coloured hair which reflected her fiery personality. She’d been slow welcoming me into their circle of friends, and was often dismissive of me, as if nothing I said or did was ever good enough for her. I think this was partly because she remained friendly with David’s previous girlfriend, Claire, and resented my taking Claire’s place. Also, I think Lara realised that I was, quite frankly, physically more attractive than her, and this was another consideration which made her annoyed. Not that she was a bad looker – her distinctive coppery hair stood reasonable comparison with my sultry dark locks, and she had a 38D bust, which did catch the eye in when she was in her bikini – but she certainly wasn’t as pretty as me, and nor did she work quite as hard at keeping her body in shape. Although at twenty-eight she was five years my senior, her stomach could nevertheless have been flatter, and she was starting to get that orange-peel look around her thighs.
Given her history of antagonism towards me, I voiced my disquiet about a whole week in Lara’s company when David first mooted the holiday idea, but all he replied was, “You and she will be fine, Siobhan. I bet you’ll really get to know each other, and come back firm friends.”
I had my doubts about that one, but I relented and agreed to go along, and this was how I came to find myself, two days into the holiday, sitting around the pool with Lara and Dawn, while the men were off playing eighteen holes. Lara looked bold and brassy in a leopard-print bikini, whereas mine was white with black polka dots. Dawn, a fair-skinned blonde, wore a modest one piece and a big floppy sun hat, beneath which she serenely read a book. Meanwhile Lara and I lay in the sun, both apparently relaxed, yet unable to refrain from occasionally looking up and exchanging bitchy glances. It felt to me as if the atmosphere crackled between Lara and myself, and that the tension would rise to a critical point before the holiday was out.
Eventually, provocatively, Lara said to me, “David looked good this morning.”
I glanced at her from my sunbed. “Of course he did,” I replied. “He always does.”
“You should make sure he knows you appreciate him. David’s a good-looking man. You could lose him if you’re not careful.”
“Yeah, of course,” I sarcastically replied. “Only I’m really not sure who to.”
“Who to doesn’t matter. If a woman like Claire couldn’t keep hold of him, I don’t much care for your chances.”
“Oh, meow, Lara” I scoffed at her. “That’s just typical of the kind of thing you’ve been saying to me ever since we met. But if anyone needs to make an effort, I think it’s you.” I turned away from her having made that comment, and winked at a surprised-looking Dawn, before reclining further on my sunbed. “Fewer cakes going into your big mouth wouldn’t be a bad start,” I added, murmuring under my breath, but loud enough for her to hear. I was glad to have said my piece, and closed my eyes while I soaked up some sun.
I guess I knew Lara would respond to such a jibe. But I thought she’d do so verbally at this stage; I didn’t think she was ready to escalate it to anything physical. Frankly, I thought she was all mouth. But she was about to prove me wrong.
The first I knew was when a shadow fell across me. Then, when I opened my eyes, I saw her squatting at the side of my sunbed with a malicious sneer across her face. Next second, in a moment of vicious strength, she tipped my sunbed onto its side, sending me crashing to the floor, where I landed painfully on one hip. “Take that, you mouthy cow,” she sneered. “I’ve been wanting to do that for ages.”
“Lara!” I hollered, scrabbling around on the hard concrete surface. “Lara, what the fuck – ”
“I’ve been wanting to this, as well,” she interrupted, grabbing me by the hair before I could properly come to terms with what was going on. She then hauled me up off the floor, first to my knees, then to my feet. Once I was up, she began dragging me towards the pool.
“Time you took a dip,” she said.
“Oh my,” I heard Dawn exclaim from her sunbed. “Oh my goodness.”
“Owww,” I wailed, trying to dig in my heels and prevent Lara from dragging me along. But my resistance only added to the tension caused by her hold on my hair, and the pain at my roots was immense. I reached out for her wrists, with the intention of prising her hands out of my locks, but in doing so I left my midriff unguarded and Lara was swift to capitalise. She let go of my hair, and although her nails were too long to make a proper fist, she hit me firmly in the belly with her palm heel, before going on to strike upwards, with the ridge of her hand, hard between my legs.
Aside from the actual pain of her hitting me, I was left breathless, dizzy, nauseous, and with my legs feeling they were about to give out. I doubled over, one hand going to my belly, the other to my crotch, and I met Lara’s eye as she took a step back to admire her handiwork. Then, smiling sadistically at me, she advanced again, one hand pulling my head down by the hair, and the other grabbing my bikini bottoms and twisting them into a humiliating wedgie. Still feeling sickened and woozy, I was powerless to resist as she quick-marched me to the edge of the pool and then hurled me forward.
“Drink that, bitch” I heard her yell during the split second in which I flew through the air. My face and boobs and belly then all hit the pool in one big, painful splash. A split second later, my head was below the surface, with water surging through my ears and nose.
It was still only mid-morning, and the water was cold enough to prove a real shock to my system. I scrabbled to get my head back above surface as quickly as I could, coughing out the pool’s contents while gasping for air. Thereafter, I could just about keep my head clear of the water while touching the floor with my toes, and while I coughed and gagged and moaned I took a few seconds to try orientating myself.
I had feared that Lara would follow me in and continue the fight while I was scarcely able to put up a defence. But she clearly didn’t fancy the cold water, because she had walked around to the shallow end, where she stood, legs apart and hands on hips, at the top of the stairs which led out from the pool. I suppose I could have made my way to the opposite, deeper end, and used what little strength I had left to drag myself out. But she’d have been waiting for me, anyway, by the time I got there, and so I took the easiest way out of the pool. I waded into the shallow end, towards the stairs and to where Lara was waiting. As I drew closer, I could see that she was actually licking her lips.
I half-walked and half-staggered up the stairs from the shallow end. Realising that my bikini bottoms were still pulled up the crack of my backside, I wearily pulled them out. I suppose I could have launched a counter attack at Lara, but I was stunned and badly shaken. I just felt beaten, to be honest. And so I adopted a submissive approach. “You win,” I said, raising my arms in surrender as I neared the top of the stairs. “Point made, Lara. I get it. Really, I do.”
Raising my arms was probably a mistake, although I’m really not sure how well I could have defended myself anyway, even if I hadn’t. “Pathetic,” Lara sneered, before rushing towards me and hitting me twice in just the same way as before – belly first, pussy second. This time my legs did give out, and I sank to my knees at the top of the stairs. Lara grabbed me by the hair once more, and then pulled my face downwards as she brought her knee hard up into my mouth. I felt my lip split; I tasted blood; I knew I wasn’t going to look pretty when the boys got back from golf. Lara then dragged me forward by the hair, my knees scraping painfully on the concrete, before I eventually fell flat on my face. As I lay gasping, face-down on the floor, she reapplied the earlier wedgie, and then I felt her undo my bikini top.
With my swimsuit adjusted to her liking, Lara next span me onto my back, and straddled my stomach. I made a belated show of defiance. “Get off, you bitch,” I screamed at her, and I lashed out at her with both arms. But my feeble efforts were to no avail. Lara grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the floor. Then she brought her weight down onto my belly, once, twice… and then three times, driving the air from my lungs and any hope of resistance out of mind.
“Pathetic,” she said again, letting go of my wrists and slapping me around the face, while I could only whine in pain. “To think that David left Claire for a useless bitch like you.”
“This is brutal, Lara,” I heard Dawn say, still sitting on her sunbed. “What on Earth do you suppose you are you doing?”
“You need me to spell that out?” replied my tormentor. “I’m making sure Siobhan well and truly knows her place.”
“I know it now,” I pleaded. “I know my place, Lara. I’ve had my punishment”
“Nah,” she replied. “Not yet you haven’t. I’m really not sure the lesson has sunk home.”
Having unfastened my bikini top, she then proceeded to relieve me of it entirely, before sitting back and mocking the size of my breasts. She did so while jiggling her own, one in each hand. But the bosom shaming was about to progress beyond the merely verbal. Still straddling my belly, Lara used her legs to pin my arms by my sides and then began the slow and rhythmic process of squeezing and mauling my breasts. I howled in pain and humiliation. I kicked out feebly with my legs, and I begged for mercy. She sat atop me, ignoring my pleas, torturing and taunting me endlessly. “Don’t cry, Siobhan,” she said. “You’re on holiday, remember.” Then, when I hollered some more, she added, “Actually, maybe you should cry. I’m not sure David will remain interested in these good now that they’re getting so damaged.”
“Dawn,” I gasped. “Can’t you stop her, please.”
“Pleeeeaaaase,” mimicked Lara, laughing.
“I’m not sure I could stop her,” came Dawn’s voice from the sunbed. “Not even if I wanted to.”
“There you have it, Siobhan,” said Lara, as she continued to punish my breasts. “Dawn isn’t interested. So there’s not much chance of rescue for you.”
I’m not sure how much time passed while she brutally worked me over. But it felt like ages, and having been dragged to the floor shivering and dripping wet, the time came when I realised I’d largely dried off and could feel the sun searing at my exposed legs. “Please, Lara,” I groaned, conscious that my protection would have washed away in the pool. “I’m worried about sunburn here.”
That’s when she let go of my breasts and knelt up straighter. She glanced around, over her shoulder, in the direction of the sun, and actually seemed to weigh up what I’d just said. “Good thinking,” she said to me. “You’re being smart for once.” Then she called out to Dawn, and asked her to bring over a towel and sun hat. After thanking Dawn, she plonked the sun hat on her head and the towel over her shoulders, leaving me just as exposed as before. As she settled her weight back down on my belly, and her hands closed again on my throbbing breasts, Lara said, “Oh, Dawn, do us a favour, sweetie. Pull Siobhan’s bottoms off, would you? It’s high time her white bits caught some sun as well.”
“Please, no,” I moaned, and from my prone position on the floor it did look as though Dawn wasn’t entirely comfortable with Lara’s request.
“Come on, Dawn,” cajoled Lara. “Chop, chop. You do owe Siobhan some payback for the way she’s been looking at your Eddie ever since we all met up at the airport.”
“That’s not true,” I made the mistake of saying, before Lara cut off my protest with a vicious open-handed slap across the face.
“Let’s face it,” Lara added to Dawn, “you don’t like Siobhan any more than I do. You’d rather David was still with Claire because Claire’s our friend. You’ve only been faking politeness to this silly bitch.”
“Well,” muttered Dawn, “when you put it like that, I supposed she is a self-absorbed little bint.”
While Lara giggled, Dawn reached down and pulled off my bikini bottoms, before returning to her sun lounger. Presumably she was untroubled by the gloating on Lara’s part and the moaning on mine as Lara resumed her attack on my breasts. All the while, I remained pinned beneath Lara, the concrete hard on my back and buttocks, and the sun relentless on my legs.
“We could do this all morning, couldn’t we?” said Lara breezily, after a few more minutes.
“Shit, no, please. I’m in serious pain here.”
“That is the idea,” she replied, modifying her line of attack by pinching my nipples between finger and thumb, and then twisting them viciously.
I howled ever louder, in a new kind of agony.
“So glad I’m making my mark on you,” Lara enthused. “I could certainly keep this up until the boys get back. Dawn can bring me an occasional drink. You can keep me entertained with your pitiful whining.”
“Oh no, please. Lara, please, no.”
But Lara’s smile only widened, and her fingers returned to their work.
In the end, Lara didn’t keep me there all morning. But that was only because she eventually grew weary and bored of me. The key point was that she could have kept me pinned there had she wanted; I was hers to do with as she pleased. And only once she was fully satisfied that I did, indeed, understand as much, did she finally let me up. I was shamefaced and beaten. I ached all over, although it was my breasts, feeling like they were on fire, which caused me the very worst of my pain. I fled hobbling from the poolside, naked and degraded, while Lara and Dawn both laughed at me. Once I was back inside the villa, I barricaded myself in mine and David’s bedroom, and I packed our cases for departure. The minute he was back from golf, I wanted us both out of there. I couldn’t have stood for another day in that place. Lara had bested me and humiliated me entirely. The laughter coming from poolside while I sat sobbing on the bed was proof enough of that.