Brave Polina

Polina woke up just as the sun was rising. She glanced at her watch: just after five. But she didn't feel like sleeping anymore. She quickly pulled on her panties, shiny black cycling shorts, and a white T-shirt. After a moment's thought, she threw on her tracksuit jacket; however, it was bound to be chilly outside this early in the morning. Then she slipped out of the room, walking silently on her bare feet so as not to wake her neighbor. Polina rounded the building, emerged into a clearing, and began her morning exercises. She loved the feeling of her strong, athletic, and pliable body. The sun caressed her face, and the wet grass cooled her feet. In a week, training camp would be over and she would return to the city, and in another week, autumn would arrive. Classes at the institute would begin. Polina had already missed lectures, seminars, and her classmates... Having finished her warm-up, Polina wondered what to do next: there were almost three hours left until breakfast. Should she go for a walk in the forest? "SUP!" she suddenly thought. Here at the training camp, she had already gone paddleboarding after dinner several times, whenever she had a free moment. But each time, one of her friends would tag along. Polina wasn't opposed to company, but she always longed to swim away somewhere far away on her own. And here was the perfect opportunity! Polina quickly finished her exercises and set off along the path toward the lake. Half a minute later, she broke into a run: she couldn't wait to throw her board into the water, grab a tight paddle, and paddle off toward adventure. If only she knew what adventures they would be... Five minutes later, Polina ran ashore. The boathouse with the paddle boats was locked, but Polina knew exactly where the key was: in a crack behind the fifth board from the left corner. Unlocking the lock, she pulled out the paddle boat, locked the gate, returned the key, and quickly launched the paddle boat. The journey began. Having paddled about two hundred meters from the shore, Polina stopped rowing and closed her eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Everything in her life was going so well! She was a good student, with no retakes and almost no Cs. True, she was supposed to take more challenging subjects in her third year, but Polina wasn't afraid: she could handle it all. She enjoyed college, but perhaps her main passion in life was sports: Polina had been a serious fencing enthusiast since childhood and had recently achieved the Master of Sports standard by winning the All-Russian student competition. Of course, balancing this with her studies was difficult. But she was doing well: in the spring, she'd pass all the exams ahead of schedule and then leave for training camps or competitions. Three weeks later, she'd return and rush through the remaining exams. She was running like a squirrel in a wheel. But she liked this pace. I liked the feeling of youth and how much she has accomplished and how much she still has ahead of her. The only thing that wasn't going so well was her personal life. It wasn't that no one liked Polina—quite the opposite: short but slender, an athletic, gray-eyed brunette, she was very pretty and attracted considerable interest from boys at both college and the gym. So Polina had no shortage of suitors. But somehow, none of them were quite right for her. This didn't bother Polina much, however. After all, she was only 19. She would still find and win her prince. After all, she was a winner! Polina washed her face with the cold lake water, snorting with pleasure, and picked up the oar again. An island appeared off to starboard. Polina decided to head there: she would land on it and explore it like an intrepid explorer. Perhaps the island would even turn out to be uninhabited, and they would name it after her. Stolyarova Island, mmm! Polina smiled dreamily. Soon the island was very close. A small cape jutted out into the lake from it, ending in a three-meter cliff. Polina began to circle it, searching for a good landing spot, when two men appeared above. Polina smiled and waved to them. But then the unexpected happened: with a war cry, the men dove into the water and swam toward Polina with a fast crawl. Polina hesitated, and when she finally got her paddle going, paddling further away, it was too late: the men had almost covered the distance separating them from the board. One of them grabbed the handle for carrying the SUP, the other pressed down on the edge of the board, tilting it. – Board! Polina dropped the oar and grabbed the edges of the board: - Stop it, please! But the men had no intention of stopping: hooting and shouting, they only rocked the board harder and harder. Polina screamed, desperately trying not to fall. She was terrified. She managed to hold on for a while, but finally she plunged into the water to the joyful laughter of the men. One of them was right behind her. Before Polina could recover, he jumped on her, pinned her arms behind her back, and pulled her underwater like a weight. Now he was going to drown her! Horror gripped Polina. She tried to break free, but the man was larger and much stronger than her. Polina strained with all her strength and desperately kicked her legs, but he held her arms like pincers. She had given up hope of rescue when the man suddenly released his grip and allowed her to float. But just as she managed to take a breath, he pulled her under again. This happened three or four times. Finally, letting her surface once more, he commanded: - Swim to the shore, or I'll drown you! Polina complied without hesitation; she had no doubt about the seriousness of his threat. The man swam alongside her, slightly behind. The other, slightly to the side, was towing her board toward the shore. Touching the shore, Polina tried to stand up and immediately collapsed onto the sand, exhausted. She was completely exhausted and had swallowed a lot of water. The men, having pulled out their SUPs, stood nearby, talking. Finally, Polina came to her senses a little. She stood up, and then one of the men slapped her across the face. The blow wasn't hard, but Polina's legs gave way, and she fell backward. Blood appeared on her split lip. Polina stood up again, only to be hit hard in the ass and fall facedown on the sand with a scream. She realized that further attempts to get up were futile: the men would continue to roll her around like a pillow. Polina covered her head with her hands and began to cry silently. She was a strong woman, but in this situation, she lacked any mental fortitude: after all, she had just been nearly drowned. And it would have been fine if it had ended that way, but the men were still standing nearby, and Polina guessed this was only the beginning. She suddenly became terrified that they would take her SUP and she wouldn't be able to return home... The men bent over her: - So, who's first? - Let's chip in. - One, two, three! One, two, three! Yes! I'm starting! “Turn over, baby,” the second man commanded Polina. “Why?” his friend asked in surprise. “I want it so much. Look at her butt.” He slapped Polina's buttocks, tightly clad in wet cycling shorts, quickly pulled them off along with her panties, and fell upon her. Everything happened so quickly: before Polina could even recover, his penis was lodged in her ass. She jerked in pain and screamed, but it was impossible to escape: the man was pressing Polina into the sand with all his weight. And he was in a completely different weight class than she was. Polina was in great pain and fear. She, such an athletic girl, was being raped by some scoundrel, and she couldn't do anything about it. She had no strength to resist. She just kicked her legs, reflexively clenched her fists, scooping up sand, and sometimes lifting her head, as if trying to stand up, then dropping it helplessly. Her screams echoed throughout the island: - Let go! Let go!.. But the men were only amused by her suffering. They clearly enjoyed tormenting her: "Relax, girl. This is what you wanted. After all, you came here yourself!" - Of course she did! If the bitch doesn't want it, the dog won't jump up! Polina continued to cry and scream: - Let go! Help!.. The screams of the girl being raped echoed across the island, but no one heard them except the rapists themselves. Suddenly, the man raping Polina gave her a hard slap on the back of the head: "Shut up, bitch! I'm going to go deaf from your screaming. Bitch, shut up, I said!" he yelled with unexpected anger and hit her again, even harder: everything went dark before her eyes. Polina clenched her teeth: one more blow like that and he'd crush her skull. Now she only moaned and howled, trying her best not to scream. Growling like a wild animal, the man came. Polina lay on the sand, moaning exhaustedly. She felt like a fish washed up on the beach. But the men didn't let her rest: they pulled off her jacket and T-shirt, and one of them commanded: - Turn over. Polina didn't react and immediately received a kick in the ribs: - What the fuck did I tell you?! Howling in pain, the girl rolled over onto her back, staring blankly at the blue sky. The men devoured her body with their eyes: her neck, her chest, her stomach, and even lower... - What a girl, huh. - Yes, a pretty face. "Are you still staring at that face? There's something more interesting here!" the man laughed. "I see! She probably likes to fuck. So, baby? Second half?" His friend whistled. – And then extra time! Twice for fifteen minutes! - Will she survive? - Where would she go? Polina was already deeply demoralized, but after these words, the last of her courage deserted her. She'd hoped the second rape would be the end of it, but judging by the men's conversation, she was in for at least a third and fourth... The girl closed her eyes—as if, by ceasing to see them, she could hide from their gaze herself. The second man pulled down Polina's low-waisted shorts and panties. Now she was completely naked. - Look at my thing. Do you like it? Polina opened her eyes. The man was kneeling before her, his penis ready to take her. "Come on, cum inside her!" the second one shouted mockingly. Polina shook her head, but the man paid no attention. With his strong arms, he spread her legs apart. Polina tried to push them back together, but a couple of hard slaps completely sapped her of the will to resist. She continued to tense her hips out of inertia, but the man was stronger: he spread her legs again and immediately entered her. Polina screamed in pain and despair and immediately received a fist to the teeth—not hard, but painful: - Shut up, bitch! Polina bit her lip and clenched her teeth. Now she only moaned and sobbed, and only when the man inflicted particularly painful pain did her moans become a howl. The man held her tightly by the arms, and his penis was firmly lodged in her vagina. The rapist's head hung over Polina's face. To avoid meeting his gaze, she turned away. Her sports jacket lay before her, wet and covered in sand. A tiny black bug was crawling across it, slowly moving from the lilac to the white piece. The violence continued for an insanely long time. Finally, the man finished and stood up with a victorious look: - Next! Before Polina had time to catch her breath, his friend immediately took his place. "Are you already hard?" the first man asked in surprise. - Full combat readiness! "You're fast!" he admired. - Yes, I always get an erection for girls like that! Polina shook her head weakly: - No no... - Yes, bitch, yes! His penis entered the girl's tortured vagina. The violence continued. The men cackled and exchanged obscene jokes and expletives: strong, cheerful, self-confident, these bastards were very pleased with what was happening. Polina cried and moaned pitifully: she had no strength left. She didn't even want the man to come quickly, to stop hurting her, or for the rapists to leave her alone and go away. She just wanted to die. But her torment continued. As soon as the man came, Polina was turned over onto her stomach, and his partner mounted her. "Let's go, filly," he laughed, spurring the girl with his knees several times. "Well, come on. Hey-ho-ho!" Polina didn't react. Then he tugged her hair: - What, don't you understand, horse? Hey-ho-ho, I said it! "Hee-ho-ho!" the girl screamed in a breaking voice. The man tugged her hair harder: - More! - He-ho-ho! Even stronger: - Let's! - E-go-go! – Polina started crying. - Like this! The man shifted slightly, raised himself up, and suddenly thrust his penis into Polina's ass, pressing her back into the sand. She screamed hysterically. "Come on, come on, horse," the man said with satisfaction, "work your ass. Hey-ho-ho!" Polina lost all sense of time. It began to seem as if nothing had ever happened in her life except this searing pain and this terrible man. And he kept raping, raping, raping her. Uh-oh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh... Finally, he finished and stood up, pulling on his swimming trunks. Polina lay motionless on the sand. Her head was foggy. The men's voices reached her muffled, as if coming from behind a wall. They grew quieter and quieter, and finally disappeared completely. When Polina came to, everything was quiet, only the birds chirped cheerfully overhead. The sun was already quite high and beginning to warm. Polina struggled to her feet and looked around. Neither her clothes nor her sap were there. Crying, she began searching the island meter by meter. She turned around every second: she was afraid the men were hiding somewhere nearby and would jump out and attack her again. But besides her, the island was now empty. About an hour later, she found her things. A board lay in the bushes, and next to it, covered in sand, were her clothes. The paddle was broken in half. Polina dressed, dragged the board to the water, and began her journey home. Working with the broken piece was extremely difficult and awkward. Polina stubbornly rowed, her face contorted in anger, but when her physical and mental strength completely abandoned her, she dropped the paddle, lay face down, and cried loudly. Then she calmed down a bit and began rowing furiously again...