Angel takes a ride By Rick

Angel and Lisa enjoyed their day at the county fair, viewing the latest exhibits, and watching members of the local 4H Club handle their animals.

Both friends were dressed casually; Angel in a white tank top, tight blue jeans and flip-flops, while Lisa wore a simple summer dress, purple, with pink and yellow flowers dotting the fabric.

Stuffed with corn dogs, cotton candy and coca cola, Lisa convinced Angel it was time to take a ride on the Farris wheel.

Just as Angel and Lisa reached the front of the line, a big woman, maybe six feet tall, and muscular, cut between the two friends, knocked Lisa to the ground, and dragged Angel into the vacant seat of the ride, the last one remaining before the gate was shut and the ride started.

"I've been watching you strut your stuff girlie and I wanted to get me some of that," said the burly woman, who was probably about 21 years old and rather brazen, her brown hair cropped short, and looked to be quite a few pounds overweight. She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, with ragged cutoffs and tennis shorts without socks.

The woman's right hand came up as if to grab Angel's left breast and she moved her mouth close to Angel's lips.

"Fuck that," Angel said as she turned her head away, and slapped at the woman's hand.

But there wasn't much room to maneuver, and the woman reached up with her right hand and violently grabbed Angel's cheeks and squeezed.

Angel's face suddenly resembled a fish trying to gulp water rapidly. As the ride revolved, it looked to the rest of the crowd that Angel and the woman were just lesbian lovers.

Meanwhile, another tough-looking woman had picked Lisa off the ground and whisked her away to a clump of trees that hid the pair from the view.

Lisa felt her dress unceremoniously ripped away as her sudden foe grabbed the material just under Lisa's neck and torn straight down. The dress, nor Lisa, was a match for the toughie.

As the dress was torn into pieces, she felt her hands and wrists being wrapped behind the tree she was pressed up against. How quickly she was tied up at wrists and ankles to the tree, left there in bra and panties and sandals.

The bra and panties didn't last long. They came off with another series of rips. The panties were shoved into Lisa's mouth and the bra used to make sure they stayed there.

Then the toughie slammed her right fist into Lisa's defenseless stomach. Lisa bent forward with the pain and the toughie leaned over to whisper in her ear.

"You just stay here nice and quiet and nothing else will happen to you honey," she said in a threatening tone. "Draw attention to yourself and you won't see your friend again, and I will make sure to hunt you down and make you pay."

Let the tough girl stuck her tongue in Lisa's left air and twirled to fill it with saliva. Then she bit the top of Lisa's ear just enough to make it hurt. She laughed as Lisa winced in pain.

Just before leaving the grove, the toughie looked back at Lisa, tied naked except for her sandals to the tree, and decided she was going to have some fun with her later.

By the time the toughie got back to the Ferris wheel, her muscular friend had Angel's jeans unbuttoned, her left hand stuck down and Angel's tank top rolled up to just under her breasts.

Any time Angel tried to squirm away, the muscular one used her right hand to poke hard into Angel's tummy, nearing taking the wind of Angel.

Just as their cart reached the summit of the wheel, the ride came to a halt. The muscular one looked down and saw her toughie friend had taken over control of the ride. Both of them smiled evilly.

The muscular one turned to Angel. "Listen blondie, and listen very carefully," she said. "We have your little friend hidden away and if you want her to be safe all you have to do is cooperate. If you don't, you both get hurt bad."

With that, the woman tried to kiss Angel again, but Angel turned away again, saying "no, no, no ….."

The woman didn't hesitate, slamming her fist several times into Angel's exposed stomach, and grabbing hard at her pussy with her left hand.

"Oh fuck, please no," Angel gasped.

"Take off your tank top then bitch," the woman said as she squeezed harder with her left hand, filling the juices flowing down her fingers.

Angel hesitated and it brought another blow to her stomach and further cramps in her groin area.

Angel finally lifted the tank top over her head, revealing she was braless, and tried to keep the shirt in her lap.

"Nuh uh blondie, throw the shirt off the ride, NOW!"

Two seconds later, another blow to her already aching belly, and more pain in her pussy, forced Angel to toss her shirt off the ride. The woman watched in delight as it floated to the ground, where it was picked up by her toughie friend.

"Where were we blondie?" asked the woman, already pulling her wet left hand out of Angel's pants and wiping the juices on Angel's belly. "Put your hands behind you blondie."

Angel knew it was useless now. She pinned her hands behind her and against the back of the cart. The woman took advantage by slapping Angel's open belly a few times with her open hand. She loved the sound it made, and she loved the sound Angel made too.

The woman then peeled off Angel's pants and panties, slipped off her flip flops and tossed the pile out of the ride. Her friend gathered up the clothes on the ground.

The woman then straddled Angel's knees, facing here, and started pounding on her belly in quick, sharp rhythm. Angel's vocabulary was reduced to a series of "ooofs," as the woman continued to tenderize her stomach.

After what seemed like an hour, the woman finally stopped when Angel was moaning and groaning rather than off'ing.

The woman grabbed Angel's cheeks again, and this time Angel didn't resist as their lips locked in a long, passionate kiss. The woman began running her hands up and down Angel's body, paying close attention to the hardened nipples, her sore stomach and soft, heavenly legs.

This continued for a long time; long enough for park officials to approach the ride. The toughie on the ground whistled three times, grabbed the pile of clothes and swiftly walked away.

The woman managed to pull out of pair of handcuffs and clipped them onto Angel's wrist, holding them behind her. Then she managed to climb out of the cart, shimmy her way to the ground, and disappear before park officials were able to gather things under control.

The woman made her way into the clump of trees to rendezvous with her friend. When she arrived, she smiled at the sight of the toughie using the bound Lisa for some boxing practice. The woman always loved the sound made by girls getting hit in the belly, especially when they were gagged.

"Let's go," the woman said.

The other toughie stopped punching, gave Lisa a hard kiss on the lips, and raced off with her friend.

Lisa barely made out the pile of Angel's clothes resting a few feet away just as things went black.

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