Avril tromped through the water. It was beautiful sunny day and she was spending it on the beach. She had paid a lot of money for the exclusiveness of this place as well as renting out a very large house to stay at. Having just finished touring a few days earlier she couldn't wait to change into a bikini and go to the beach.

Avril was wearing a purple plaid bikini with black bottoms. She wore a baseball cap to keep the sun out of her eyes as well as sunglasses. She moved deeper into the water seeing how far she could swim.

Deep in the water offshore she spun around to see the house and beach. She was so happy she had this place for a week! No calls, no interviews, no work of any kind. It felt great to have nothing to do for a short while.

Avril turned back to the water and swam some more. It was fun to push against the water and see if she could push back. Going under a few times she tried to examine the surface of the beach where she was. Often when she had come back to the surface she saw she was pushed back much further than she thought.

Coming up out of the water she caught her breath. Evening was coming. Working herself back around she turned toward the beach. Looking left and right she could find no sign of the towel she had laid in the sand. Angling herself toward the mansion-like house she saw it laying over the rail of the porch next to the steps. Her relief and strangeness of her towel moving was answered by what she saw next to her towel. A man was taking pictures of her!

"Fucking paparazzi!" she said to herself.

She resumed heading to the beach. A her foot touched the sand at the deepest point in the water she could be before coming out a new thought hit her.

"He just wants to get pictures of me in this bikini! What an asshole!" she thought.

She thought twice about leaving the water. Avril also wondered how long he had been there. Looking at him she saw him continue taking pictures. When he glanced back to a bag on the porch to switch rolls she got angry and knew she couldn't stay in the water all night.

"HEY!" she shouted to him.

She saw the camera zoom and snap more pictures.

"This is a private beach!" she yelled. "Get off the property!"

The man continued on as if she hadn't said anything. Avril's anger grew. This was her time. Her PRIVATE time on a PRIVATE beach to unwind. She gripped her hands in fists under the water.

"Didn't you hear me?" she yelled. "GET OFF THIS BEACH!"

She noticed it was noticably darker now. Fuck. Night was coming fast and she was sure he wouldn't stop simply because the sun went down. Seeing her towel to his right now sent her anger over the edge. He knew she'd have to WALK over there to get it.

Avril felt her personal space was being violated now and without any regard. It wouldn't be the first pictures of her in a bikini and his wouldn't make it to print anyway. She was going to break his camera into as many pieces as she could. Avril walked with purpose out of the water and to this mystery photographer.

Avril made a b-line for him as soon as she felt dry sand under her toes. Water ran off of her body and to the sand. The change in temperature struck her body with coldness. Her teeth chattered and she shivered the first twenty or thirty feet toward him.

"This is a PRIVATE beach!" she repeated but this time clearly angry.

The man kept taking pictures. She was less than thirty seconds from him and he still had not put his camera down.

"OH YEAH AVRIL!" he said. "I love your gorgeous little boobs!"

Avril squinted her eyes and tilted her head in surprise. Who the hell did he think he was? He crouched down. She saw his camera zoom, then heard it take multiple pictures as she worked on the last bit of distance.

"Nice camel toe!" she could now see him smiling as he said it. "Do you shave your pussy?"

She finally reached him. He stood up and finally lowered the camera. Avril was fuming. It didn't matter the size difference, but she was going to give him a piece of her mind before she kicked his ass and broke his camera.

"Give me ONE reason why I shouldn't kick your ass right now." she said furious.

"Because what you really want to do is get on your knees, take my cock in your mouth, and suck me off until I explode down your throat..." he said to intimidated.

Avril grit her teeth, her hands went to fists. THIS was going to get violent.

"...now that top off so I can take some close-ups of your tits." he said taking a small step back and raising the camera to her breast level.

Avril snapped. She swung without thinking with a wide and wild right haymaker.

Both of his hands blocked her punch still holding the camera.

"#%^$#^&#$&#$!"

Blackness and stars.

Being backhanded WITH the camera on the side of her face nearly knocked her out instantly. As her wits snapped back she felt her body spinning toward the ground as she twisted on her feet. Vision returned seeing sand rushing at her.

A painful jolt at her shoulder blades stopped her in mid fall. He had a hand gripping the back of her bikini from behind. Avril's hands dropped under her currently lifeless. She felt sand on her knuckles and her bikini top pulling back on her breasts very hard.

Avril dropped to her knees in his grip feeling him adjust. She shook her head to get some wits back feeling the side of her face hot with pain. After hearing the camera set on the porch she felt the back waistband of her bottoms gripped. With a jerk she popped back to her feet lifted both by her top and bottoms.

"I should make you suck my cock right now!" he told her.

That made Avril get new life and remember just what was at stake here. Her arms came to life again. His hands suddenly started guiding her around his body. She was soon running to try to keep up as she made a full circle around him guided by a hand holding her top from behind and a hand inside the waistband of her bottoms.

Sprinting to keep up she felt him lift her body. Her feet left the ground and her top pulled tight on her breasts as she wet airborne losing her baseball cap. His hands left and a blur of the wooden porch appeared in her view. She was being thrown onto the porch.

Avril twisted her body to try to roll out of this. Her arms smoothly hit the surface of the porch making her body roll. There was a flash of the wall of the house as she spun and quickly covered her breasts and braced for impact. Her thighs and arms took most of the impact as she rolled face first into the wall.

More stunned than anything she rolled onto her back. Spreading out she took some quick breaths. It was now possible to fight through the backhand after tossing her around without doing much damage. Hearing his footsteps on the steps Avril sat up, looked back, and scrambled to her feet. She got her hands up a little intimidated, but felt the backhand was a cheap shot. Seeing a precious second or two before he got to her she put her top back into place and undid the wedgie he gave her while making her run in circles. She felt very exposed fighting this guy in a bikini.

"Show me what you got." he said getting uncomfortably close to her. "Prove to me your body is good for more than just fucking."

"Did he just say that to me?!" she thought.

Glaring at him she met his eyes telling him she was NOT going to stand for that and was more than ready to strike. He didn't seem to be guarding anywhere. His nonchalantness at her pissed her off.

She lunged in with a quick jab. A chasing right. Next she swung her back up to front kick him. Miss. Wiff. Her front kick never got past a bent knee. His hands blocked it and pushed her foot back on the porch. Hands shot through her guard as she plopped back on both feet grabbing her boobs through her top.

"NICE!" he said lustfully. "Bigger than they look."

Squeeze. Roll. There were no words to describe what Avril felt. Panicked, she grabbed his wrists and tore his hands off of her breasts as she jumped back a few steps. She stared at him with her jaw dropped.

"I'm going to kick your ass, break your hands, then sue your ass for sexual assault!" she said feeling violated as well as boiling anger.

"Big talk Avril," he said walking closer and seeming to loom over her more and more. "What are you going to tell me when I stick these two fingers," he held up his right hand and his index and middle fingers. "...straight up your twat?"

The question offended her on more levels than she could think of right now. She prayed this creepy camera guy never got his fingers there. Avril took the opening of his raised hand with his fingers up. Quickly hopping in she snapped a kick with her front leg at his stomach. Putting a lot of strength behind it, driven by anger and disgust, her body continued forward at impact.

"OOOWWWWWW!!!!" he shouted doubling over some over her leg.

Avril planted herself back down as fast as she could. She was now inside of his range and he was hurt. Avril quickly thought of her options. Drawing back she threw the best short uppercut she could at his face.

His hand snapped back with a pop as her knuckles and bone met his face.

"OWWW!!!" she yelped jumping back a step holding her knuckles.

She had never hit someone at the speed and anger with a punch before in the face. Her hand nailed the bridge of his nose then her fist fell apart as the shock of bone rocked her hand. Avril shook her hand then looked at it. All of her knuckles that made the impact of her right hand were red. They stung. She opened and closed her fist.

Urgency hit her like never before. She shot her head to the photographer. He had caught himself and seemed to be near recovery though half staggering. Avril shook her right hand. No more punching with that hand. Her eyes saw the open target she didn't know she wanted so badly until now. She didn't need to punch anymore, she'd take this fucker out with a kick to his nuts.

"I'm gonna grind my foot into your balls after this you perverted asshole!" she growled at him bracing her legs preparing for a hard right kick.

She swung her leg up as hard as she could. The photographer feigning injury quickly lifted his leg and swung his shin in the path. Avril's shin collided with his.

"OOWWW!!" "AAHH!!!"

They both yelped in pain as bone met bone. Avril quickly pulled her leg back and hopped back about two steps. Dropping her left arm she rubbed her calf. She saw he was doing the same thing. Glancing to her shin she saw a large red bruise on it that seemed to spread up and down her shin. It throbbed in pain.

The guy was shaking his leg to fight off the pain. Avril looked at him exasperated. How could that not hurt him as much as it did her? Avril put her right leg behind her.

The guy started at her, with a slight limp in his right leg. Avril wasn't ready to fight again, and edged backward. She threw a quick snapping front kick at him with her left leg. It succeeded in making him back off a bit. Feeling her weight fall onto her right leg as she kicked her shin cried out in pain. She couldn't do too many of those. Grimacing, she edged back more. Avril was getting worried. Her weapons were running out, bruised knuckles and bruised shin.

"Please, just leave me alone!" she asked.

"After saying you were going to grind you foot in my nuts?" he said blowing her off. "I think you need to know what that feels like first."

Avril glanced behind her. She was at a part of the porch that had a large metal awning overhanging it the length of it. Its bars met met the rails of the porch and were secured to it's foundation posts. There was a reclining lawn chair where Avril had been laying before she decided to go into the water, along with her margarita still sitting on the table next to it. Most important to her was that she knew the door inside was directly behind that lawn chair. She got herself under the overhang.

Turning back she saw he was lunging on her. His hands were out and inches from her moving fast. Avril was shocked to see he seemed to be literally on top of her already. Panicked, she covered her face with her hands up in fists and tried to turn away taken by surprise. Her heart raced knowing he was about to grab her.

She was shoved down so she was standing doubled over. Arms wrapped around her waist. She felt him lift. Her feet left the ground and her head fell forward watching the wood of the porch come closer. Her head dropped as her legs went upward. Avril felt blood rush to her head as she was upside down for a moment.

With a heave she was popped up higher. Her back found a hard surface laying on his. As he straightened up Avril saw she was laying across his back on her back. His hands went to her armpits as he let her drop. Avril felt her arms go up as she hung dangling on his back facing outward. He made quick adjustments to hold her by her wrists as he straightened his back.

She was hanging lightly on his back, her wrists held with her arms fully extended, and legs dangling. It was a crucifix powerbomb position that held the small girl four or five feet above the ground.

She felt him moving her. As he walked toward the house she watched the rail of the porch get further away. Avril wiggled. She kicked the air and tried to pull her hands down. He stopped.

Avril's view suddenly elevated even higher putting her head plainly under the awning. She felt a rush of panic. It was easy to see he was holding her up very, very high. Her legs now reached his middle back instead of passed his butt. Avril had a sickening feeling.

BAAAMMMM!!!!

Avril felt herself slam so hard against the wall she 'splatted', her body going totally splayed flat against the wall upon impact. She then fell stunned toward the ground. Avril twisted her head as the ground rushed at her.

She bounced slightly off the ground managing to keep head from hitting directly. The fall from over ten feet to the ground caused her pain in her breasts so great she had laid still after impact having never felt them take such damage. The best she could do was roll over to ease the pain was roll on her back, but her boobs hurt so much that would take a few minutes to do. Her upper body, back and front, except for her face, hurt like hell and she would have to spend some time recovering before she could move on her own.

A few seconds later she felt a forearm go under her neck and her left arm lifted. She knew she was probably going to thrown again and didn't want to feel the pain she was feeling right now another time. Still too hurt to fight back the man lifted her up. Her legs were still on the ground and her arms fell limply on the deck. With effort she lifted one hand up to the one on her neck trying to free herself of the front face lock.

Her limp arm was grabbed and thrown over the back of the man's next. Partially in a suplex position she was lifted to her knees simply by him straightening his body upright. A hand grabbed her bottoms at her hip and crunched them together in a grip. Avril felt herself easily lifted off of the deck and back onto her feet by that grip. In pain she was fighting to stay on her feet but saw he was easily doing that too. She was walked a few steps from the wall she slammed into.

Avril, staring down in the face lock, watched his free hand reach behind her right knee and lift it. She stood on one foot as he continued to lift her leg higher. Now in a fisherman's suplex position she felt her self lowered as he lowered his hips. With a pop, but seemingly unneeded power, Avril left the ground lifted vertical in a fisherman's suplex.

Upside down on his shoulder she saw she was looking at the overhanging awning. Her bent leg was a bit to her right and her free leg was straight up nearly touching the awning material. Blood began rushing to her head. Avril was partially folded up as he maintained holding her leg behind her knee, but did not lock his hands around the grip. Avril waved her arms about. One behind his neck still did nothing useful and her other arm dangled off to one side of her body. Fear hit again knowing she was once again at the mercy of her attacker.

She watched him to a slight turn of direction seeing the awning grains point another way. The support bars behind her body were clear on the movement change to get her leg away from possibly hitting one. She popped on his shoulder a bit as he went down then her heart stopped feeling him jump. She felt her big toe graze the awning material as he jumped with her in his grip. Her view changed so she was looking at blue, the sky, then the railing, as she was falling backwards!

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" she yelled feeling her back hit the deck.

Her body was let go just before impact making her locked leg lightly drop harmlessly on the deck after she hit it from a fisherman's suplex back fall. Pain shot across her lower back. Mouth open in pain she sat up and shot a hand to her lower back. Putting her legs under her body she put her free hand on the deck and turned slightly backwards. Avril, face filled with pain, stretched her back as best she could from the impact holding it at the lower part with her other hand.

She turned her body the other way and stretched her back looking from some relief there. Finally, she got on her knees and extended her body up and back trying to find some relief from the suplex. Her hand holding her lower back did it's best to help in helping her bend. She dropped to all fours keeping her hand on her lower back. That was not cool. She was sure he could have seriously hurt her or paralyzed her if she had landed differently or harder.

"Haven't decided what I'm going to do with that ass yet!" he told her.

It was from behind her and he was obviously now on his feet from where the sound came from. On all fours holding her back she was aware she pointing her ass at him. Just a few more seconds, give me a few more seconds to recover, she thought. From the previous throw her breasts only lightly throbbed from the impact and was easy enough to fight through, she needed to get back on the offense again because getting thrown around like this was going to get her seriously hurt. She knew she could do without him staring and thinking bad thoughts about her butt though.

She laboringly crawled on all fours for a few steps. His footsteps were behind her and closing. Avril raised her back so she was on her knees and saw him a step away. Quickly she got to her feet and pushed him away at his chest. He staggered back a few steps. Avril edged backward and suddenly stopped.

Her lower back hit a table. A quick glance back and she saw her margarita sitting on it. Looking back in front of her she saw he already too close to run from. Both her of hands grabbed the edge of the table. She didn't know what she was going to do. He had already thrown her around like a rag doll and wouldn't stop attacking her. The inappropriate sexual comments earlier suddenly didn't seem as bad when faced with being handled like a pro wrestling dummy.

He took a step forward and Avril caught the blur of his foot doing a front kick at her. Reacting before she could even think to dodge she pushed her body up and sat on the table spreading her legs as the kick came hurling at her.

BBAAMMMM!!!

The table rocked. Avril stared down seeing the intended target. An inch of plywood of the table was between his foot and her vagina. The moment was utterly horrifying and terrifying seeing a literal inch between herself and being incapacitated. There would be no getting up from that kick and she knew it. Avril's jaw dropped and she looked at him wild eyed.

"HOLY SHIT!"

She sat frozen in horror for a second as he pulled his leg back. Suddenly she snapped out of it knowing sitting down would neither protect her or let her escape or even fight back. Avril turned around and threw her right leg onto the table. Pushing herself up she got her other foot under her body now having one side to him. After that miss getting on the table was her only option. Her heart was racing more than ever just imagining what that might have felt like. Avril carefully stood up on the table with her left side facing the photographer. Avril turned her body as she got to her feet but never made it.

"OOOOOOFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!"

A straight punch nailed her in her stomach. She doubled over at the impact feeling her air leave her lungs. A split second later the pain of the punch hit and she dropped to one knee. A arm wrapped around her stomach while her other hand caught her from falling completely down. Avril could see off of the table as she took in a deep breath as well as his looming shadow. She coughed.

"You got lucky on that kick bitch!" she heard. "Time for some punching bag practice."

In a coughing fit from the punch she raised her head to him. Her supporting hand quickly went over and crossed over her breasts seeing how open they were. She shook her head 'no' between coughs. On one knee on the table, a hand crossed over her stomach, another across her breasts, and struggling for air, she saw that except for having the high ground she had no advantage or even semblance of a chance of getting out of this as she was. She was protecting her most sensitive parts at the moment and knew a front kick or other strike could not hit her between her legs as she sat on one knee, nor could a strike hit her breasts without difficulty. The protection seemed to be temporary at best since she knew she was stunned too much to create any sort of offense, something she saw she needed badly.

Surprised, the photographer climbed on the table beside her. Avril turned her head in his direction inhaling. His hands grabbed her head and pointed it in at his legs. Avril felt the hands move. An arm went under her neck like a front face lock and the other lifted up under an armpit. Legs wobbly from trying to balance on the table she was pulled to her feet bent over. Avril had a short coughing fit.

She felt her shoulder used to make her lean at about 45 degrees instead of 90. Watching the guy he knelt down and slide under her body. Her right arm and leg were grabbed. Falling onto his shoulder she was scooped up in a fireman's carry. Avril watched the table zoom away from her as he stood straight up.

"Bitch is LIGHT!" he commented.

Avril took several deep breaths. The air was finally returning. Looking off his shoulder she saw just how high she was. Her heart raced seeing she was on top of his shoulders while he was on top of the table. Peaking back in front of him she saw just how far away the wooden floor was. It scared her to death. She wiggled on his shoulders as she felt him take a few careful steps backward on the table top.

"You won't be doing much fighting back after this!" he said annoyed with her.

She found with him holding her right side and laying on his shoulders this position gave her little she could do. Avril slapped his back with her free hand.

"Through the table or off of it Cunt?"

A stone cold chill hit her. She stopped moving unable to breath for a moment. Her heart went a million miles an hour.

"You're the fucking CUNT I'm talking to! Now answer!"

"PLEASE! OH GOD!" she answered hysterically. "NEITHER! PLEASE!!!"

She was lowered slightly. His hand on her leg crossed her ankles over each other then grabbed the lower one. The other hand went to her shoulder. Avril felt weightless pressed up a short distance. She freaked out trying to squirm afraid this was the moment. Lowered down her stomach rested on his head. Her hands grabbed his arm in a death grip. She could feel her legs extended fully out like Superman, except they were crossed at her ankles.

"OH MY GOD!" she gasped terrified.

She saw she must be ten feet from the wooden floor resting on his stomach. That was like falling off the first story of a building! She could tell there was no way to prepare for any sort of impact at this height. Avril prayed he would let her down unharmed.

"I'm going to make you land tits first."

There were no words she could describe being told that. A violent press upwards followed. Avril felt weightless. Wind blew hard against her body and her hair blew across her face. She saw the deck and it's floor move away from her as she gained height. Avril's best presence was to uncross her ankles and reach her arms out in front of her hoping to catch something as she flew upwards.

As she came down at a really fast speed she figured out he had THROWN her added speed to make it hurt her more. The guard rail suddenly zipped by and she saw sand just as she started to fall. Avril flailed in the air. The sand looked far away then rushed at her.

Avril was instantly knocked out hitting the sand. Her entire front hit it falling faster than normal from being thrown and due to random elevations in the sand her breasts did impact first and split seconds before anything else. That pain alone sent her to dreamland then everything else hitting made sure she was out cold. After a slight bounce off the sand she rolled about six feet from the impact spot eventually stopping on her back. Avril was splayed out and unconscious and would never forget being thrown to the ground from near fifteen feet or higher OFF the deck. After being maliciously thrown with full intent to hurt her just seeing the photographer would fill her with fear and terror.