Kriss had been staggering forward on her heavy roller-skates for some blocks, each step a struggle to keep her balance. She had often fallen on the pavement but she had managed to land on her knees, her knee pads protecting her skin. At least there was something useful in her ridiculous attire. Her freshly tattooed forehead was like in fire. The midday sun was beating on her bare scalp, something she was not used to and did not improve her headache. She was squinting and blinking as she had to face the bright light.<br/><br/>Nothing happened for a couple of blocks until she saw a man approaching her, a sorry look on his face. He looked sincerely concerned by her state and for a moment she thought he would help her. But suddenly, the man seemed to freeze as his eyes were fixed on her forehead and then his expression switched from compassion to intense hate.<br/><br/>Kriss made a step backward to prepare her defence but the man was already inside the danger zone. She could do nothing to protect her belly from his vicious punch. The brutal blow winded her and forced her to double over, her wide-open mouth trying to suck air, her green eyes filled with pain and shock. The next blow sent her crashing on her back and the back of her skull hit the ground once again, dazing her.<br/><br/>Violent kicks followed. Kriss contorted her body to avoid them but, pinned down as she was by the heavy yoke there was little she could do. Her body was twisting and bridging up, her weighted legs were awkwardly trying to kick but that was all. Each kick landed in her ribs and sides, which were already bruised and sore. Whenever the man's foot hit her cracked ribs, a blinding flash of open sunk her almost into unconsciousness.<br/><br/><strong>"Please... Stop!"</strong>she managed to say in between yelps of pain.<br/><br/>At last the rain of blows ceased but then the big man sat down on her breasts, flattening them against her rib cage, and his hands began to squeeze her throat. Kriss tried to shake her head to escape the hold but of course this was useless. Her eyes began to bulge, her mouth opened wide and her tongue stuck out. Her crushed windpipe did not let any air through. Her torso was helplessly heaving up and down, trying to suck air into her burning lungs. Her arms were contorting and yanking on the yoke, trying to pull her fists free. Her feet were clanging against the ground. She was trying to speak but no sound would come out of her mouth. She felt her vision narrowing and darkening. She was about to pass out, maybe to die.<br/><br/>But suddenly the man left her neck alone. The poor girl filled her craving lungs with fresh air, coughing and hissing as her windpipe recovered its normal shape. And then she was dragged by her yoke and thrown over a rusty car. Her chest and belly felt scales of rust claw at her flesh. Her face was resting against near the shattered windshield, her legs dangling free, her muscular butt protruding over the edge of the . The weight of the yoke was once again pinning her down. The front of the car was grinding against her hip bones.<br/><br/>Hearing the man unzip his pants, she knew she was on for another rape. The yoke was preventing her from seeing behind her but the sound helped her to locate the man. Suddenly, she kicked both her heavy-shoed feet to where the man's crotch probably was. Maybe, if she reached his testicles, he would pass out and she would be able to escape him before he came back to consciousness?