Angel Beach by Rick

Angel had just removed the white T-shirt revealing her light blue bikini top when Brad and some of his friends walked by on their way to a cove up the beach about a half-mile.

Angel shook her soft, blonde hair free before noticing Brad and three of his buddies standing a few feet away admiring her lean, shapely body that curved in all the right places and glistened in the warm morning sun.

“Hey Angel, you look good today,” Brad said. “Love that bikini.”

Angel smiled warmly. “Thanks Brad, you're looking pretty good yourself.”

Angel noticed the bulge in the front of Brad's swim trunks. “What brings you here today?” she asked.

Brad looked worried for a moment, but then seemed to regain his composure. “Oh, we're meeting some friends up the ways in a cove for a little get-together today,” he said. “Say, if you want to stop by feel free.”

“Won't Becky mind?” Angel asked in a sort of sarcastic voice.

“Nah, there will be so many people there she won't notice,” Brad said. “There might be a couple of extra guys there I could introduce you to.”

Angel shrugged, “we'll see,” and the guys got the idea they were being dismissed.

Angel threw down her towel and was lying down on it as she glanced toward the retreating boys. They seemed to be laughing and Brad turned and blew her a kiss.

Angel turned back and looked up into the cloudless sky. After applying some lotion, she laid down to take in a few rays.

It only seemed like a moment later when she noticed someone was blocking her sun.

“Are you Angel?” a deep male voice asked.

Angel shaded her eyes and looked up into the face of a handsome man; a man who appeared to be in top physical condition. “Yeah, so what?” she replied.

“Hi, my name is Rick and Brad set me down to see if you wanted to join us for the barbeque. Everything is in full swing now and Brad thought you might be getting a little hungry.”

Angel realized she was a little hungry, and Rick had a killer smile so she decided to pack up quickly and accompany Rick back to the party. She threw her T-shirt back on, picked up her things and walked the few hundred yards with Rick to the cove, which was isolated from the rest of the beach and made for a good place to cook because the sand dunes surrounding the cove blocked most of the wind.

Rick handed Angel a beer when they reached their destination and began to talk about the latest baseball result, and how the Yankees needed to get another pitcher to really contend. Angel allowed her eyes to wander around the party. She noticed Brad about 10 yards away. He was with Becky.

While Rick chatted away, Angel was remembering how Brad, her date, looked on senior prom night several years ago. They dated off and on through high school but parted ways when he went to college and she went to work.

Angel still liked Brad, but didn't much care for Becky, his new girlfriend. She seemed a little too possessive of him, and extremely jealous. Plus she was a body builder and had remarkable body definition. Angel always thought Becky was full of herself.

Brad noticed Angel looking over and gave a little wave. Becky looked back over her shoulder and also saw Angel. Becky wasn't smiling. Instead she grabbed Brad by the arm and dragged him away somewhere.

Rick was still talking baseball when Angel turned back toward him.

“You know I think A-Rod is a traitor,” Angel suddenly said. “He almost went to the Red Sox. Fuck him. I'll take Derek Jeter and Jason Giambi any day.”

With that, Angel turned and went in search of a quiet place to sit. She was working on her fourth beer when she felt sand hitting her face and getting into her hair.

Becky was standing over her, and had just kicked sand into Angel's face.

“First you flirt with my boyfriend and then you're rude to my brother, you bitch,” Becky said with venom in her voice.

“What the fuck?” was all Angel could get out before Becky kicked the beer bottle out of her hand, and then leaned over to grab Angel's hair and start to pull.

“Get up you cunt, you need to be taught a lesson,” screamed Becky.

Angel couldn't do anything but get up or lose her hair. She also noticed a small crowd had formed a circle around the two girls. Becky, with her short, closely-cropped brunette hair seemingly out of place with her muscled-bound body, then grabbed Angel by the shoulder and brought her knee hard into Angel's stomach.

“Hey Becky, what the fuck is this?” Angel asked as she tried to ignore the sudden pain and grabbed her stomach with both hands.

Becky didn't answer. Instead she grabbed Angel's wrists and tore them away from her body. Becky then delivered a series of short, swift punches to Angel's tummy, sending her backward, where she tripped and fell.

She landed at Brad's feet, and tried to pull herself up, grabbing onto Brad's arms. She looked pleadingly into Brad's eyes for help, unable to speak.

Brad merely pulled her up to her feet, turned her around to face Becky and pulled her arms behind her, effectively pinning her against his body.

“I've been looking forward to this for a long time,” Brad whispered in her ear. “You're about to get the shit kicked out of you just like I wanted to do to you years ago.”

As Brad started to laugh, Becky let loose with a string of punches that knocked the wind of Angel. There was nothing Angel could to do protect herself as wave after wave of punches attacked every inch of her stomach. Angel could only try to catch her breath, raise her knees to defend her stomach and start to cry.

There didn't seem to be any sympathy from the crowd, made up of maybe eight guys and six girls, for Angel. The only thing that came out of her mouth were a constant stream of “ooouphs” and “ahhhhs” and short, quick breaths of “oh fuck.”

Just when Angel didn't think she could take any more, Brad let her go and she fell to the sand, crying like a baby.

“We're not quite down with you yet bitch,” Becky said as she grabbed Angel's T-shirt and raised it up and off her head. Then she grabbed the bikini top between Angel's tits and pulled hard, snatching it off painfully. Then she put Angel in a half nelson and started to dance her around the circle like a puppet.

“See my little trophy?” Becky sort of sang as she made sure everybody witnessed Angel's humiliation.

“These tits aren't nearly red enough,” she added as she pinched, pulled and twisted both nipples while taking time to slap them around. Angel felt helpless, as she was. Becky was too strong and able to throw her around like a rag doll. Angel thought the best thing was just go limp and hope for the best.

Becky let her fall to the sand in a heap. But she still wasn't through. She grabbed Angel's discarded bikini top and used it as a rope, tying her hands behind her back. Then she slipped off the bikini bottom and tied Angels' feet together.

Brad came over, lifted Angel up to her feet and slipped his arms under shoulders to keep her upright.

“You're my new punching bag,” Becky said sweetly.

Then came even harder blows to her stomach, her tits, even a few to her face, one which bloodied her nose. Becky even managed a couple of hits below the belt, if Angel had been wearing anything.

Even punch seemed more devastating than the last and Angel felt herself losing conscious. Almost thankfully, she thought as things went dark.

When she awoke, she was still tied hands and feet, only this time her ankles were tied to her wrists. She was sore all over, and could taste the dried blood on her lip.

As she became more aware, she realized it was night time, and there was a fire going a few yards away. She noticed a bar had been erected across the fire, like they were going to roast a pig.

It must be one big pig, Angel thought to herself when she saw it.

Becky noticed Angel had come to, and wandered over. She lightly slapped Angel's face a few times to get her attention and cause a little more pain.

“You're going to be the hit of the party little baby girl,” Becky said. “I tenderized you so we could barbeque you!”

The last thing Angel remembered was Becky's hysterical laughing before she passed out.

-- -- --

Angel couldn't remember how she got home the next day, but she could still feel the pain. She was lying on the floor of her living room, still naked.

She could still smell something burnt. There was a bag next to her with a bunch of ashes and a note.

“We decided not to burn you,” it read, “so we burned your clothes instead. Some day we'll show you the pictures.”