08-05-2008, 05:56 PM
My little beaten belly written by mykat
I was an exotic dancer for a year. I was making OK money and all, but the hours really sucked, and I had aspirations to be a college grad. This guy had come up to me one night, with one of the other dancers that I worked with. We all started drinking and talking, and then the next thing I know, he is talking about mud wrestling, Jell-o wrestling and cat fighting.
I'm laughing, until this guy says he pays dancers thousands to fight each other for just a few minutes once or twice a month. I didn't believe it at first, but then my friend confided in me that she was already doing the fights, and that the money was real. She kept on, telling me I was perfect for it, and that I could really make a lot of money. I thought about it after that night, and even though I wasn't sure, I finally decided that I had to give it a try.
My first fight was what they called it a "submission" match, because if you felt like you were really being beaten, you could just give up, and the match would be over. It really wasn't that bad, and I was not as bad at fighting as I thought I might have been. Maybe I had a knack, I'm pretty sure that's it. But honestly, I am pretty strong, and pretty quick, even if at the time I wasn't particularly talented.
The next couple of matches were the same, and I was catching on pretty quickly. The money was pretty good, but the kind of match I was fighting wasn't where the real money was. There was another kind of match they called a "total." Those were lots different. If you were losing in one of those matches, you just kind of got completely beat. When I say, "completely" I mean, you got knocked unconscious. One or the other of the two fighters was going to end up knocked out, one way or another, period. The money to do those fights was almost twice as good. And if you were serious, and were going to take bruises anyway, it was the only way to go. It didn't take me that long to figure that out.
My first "total" match was to change my life. I hadn't been able to give up dancing up until the time of the match, because even though they were good money, it simply wasn't enough by itself. But these matches would put me in an entirely different money area. I was really determined to change things, so I steeled myself, and the next thing I knew, I was standing face to face with one of the more experienced girls.
This was also my first "private" match, for just one customer. He must have been way rich to afford something like that, and I was told by the promoter that there was good money at the end of it for me, win or lose. Of course, I planned to win.
He also told me that our patron for the evening was a total belly-button freak, a navel fetish guy. Well, that suited my style just fine. I show off my belly a lot in the summer, and this summer I was a total belly slut. I made a point of trying to tempt him. I wore the lowest-cut pair of jeans I could find. The top I had on came down no further than the bottom of my breasts, and it was a tie top with long sleeves. I touched my belly often, and danced slowly around him, with just enough arch in my back to keep that stretch of tan bare skin totally pronounced.
Then my opponent did her intro, and we squared off. I ran around her and got a nice hand of hair. She grabbed after my arm but I hit her in the shoulder, spun her around and smacked her good in the forehead. She couldn't see through her hair and I got a hold of her ankle and jerked her off her feet. She was getting up real slow so I thought I would get behind her, jump on her back and put a headlock on her. Things went wrong for me from this time on. When I reached for her, she caught me with an elbow right in my stomach. This stopped me dead in my tracks.
My hair flew forward, and I could feel the rush of air from my mouth. I saw my hands below me, the long painted fingernails, the rings, and all the dangling bracelets. Then they disappeared from my sight as I felt my head drawn back. She had found my hair, and pulled me back upright.
She hit me in this crouched position with knee blows that bounced my head off the wall. I reached out and grabbed an ankle, to pull her off her feet again, but as I did this, I also took a knee to the head, and it split my lip. I went straight for her since she was on her back. I came straight out of my crouch, intending to get on top of her, but she caught me in mid-dive with a kick right in my belly. Her bare foot rudely buried itself in my soft, unprepared stomach. I felt the wind of my breath driven out of me. I doubled over her foot, gripping it with both hands. In my eyes and my open mouth I must have told her she had done supreme damage and found my weakness. She brought her other foot up into my face. This sent me back into the wall where I sank to the floor.
She was up in a second and this gave me no time to catch my breath. She grabbed my hair and I had to follow as she ran out into the room where she spun me around and threw me to the ground. I was getting up and on all fours when she kicked me very hard in the belly. It made my muscles tighten up so I couldn't breathe. She grabbed my ankle and pulled me back into the middle of the room. I tried to kick, but I couldn't reach.
I was gasping for a breath and she was on my back with one hand holding my face to the floor. I was sort of kicking and I knew that I had to get away. She pulled me up to my knees and turned me toward her. She let go of my top and landed a good solid punch into my belly.
It wasn't what I needed. I felt my head snap back, then forward as I fell forward across her arm that thrust into my body.
I had only the time to realize the need to brace for the next blow, but not to actually do it. She delivered a major punch to my belly. The rush of pain in my mind was incredible, and the force of the blow took firm control of my belly. I had tears coming to my eyes. She raised my head up and slapped me hard. Then she hit me another time in the belly. I folded my arms over my belly to try to put it back together.
Kneeling there, moaning with my very beaten belly ... gasping ... Uuunnnnhhh ... OOOHhhhhh ... UUUUMmmmhhh ... and there was nothing I could do to keep myself from moaning in my pain. She was pounding me where the ache stays the longest. "OOOOHhhhh ... My Belllllyyyy! ooohhhh ... it huuuuuuurts!" I suffered in my belly.
She took my hair again and pulled my head back and stood up. She ran my head right into the wall. She just sort of whipped me around a few times and then crushed me on the wall with her shoulder. I really tried to hit her somewhere that it would hurt, but I had no room, and I didn't have a lot of strength. I sort of pawed the air throwing totally worthless punches. She then backed a foot or two off of me and hit me right in the jaw. My head started ringing. She then went for a huge hit to my belly. I felt my belly collapse under her fist. On the tape you see the intensity of the pain in me through my eyes, and my belly wrapped around her fist as it plows into me. She sank her fist to my backbone. I did absolutely double up right over her arm. She straightened me out, grabbed me by the neck and started raining punches on my belly.
She hit me in my belly by my count 17 times. My mind could recognize no time now. It measured my life only in blasts of pain to my belly. I couldn't resist the force that plunged over and over into my small body. Each blast pitted my slender muscles against the plummeting rage of this woman's fist. My belly muscles broke down further, quickly, with each new blast, and the strain of their last efforts drained the energy from my whole body.
"Unnnh! ... uukkk! ... ooohhhh! ... UUnngghh! ... oooofff!! ... UUunnggg!" She plowed into my belly. I could see the fist going further and further in each time she hit me. By the last hit my arms were at my side, and she was pretty much holding me up. I was trying to push away the pain of my beating so I could fight back, but she kept slamming it back into me. My legs were shot. I wanted them to work, but they didn't have any strength left in them.
She then sent a knee right into that poor battered belly. She let me bow over, but didn't let go of my neck. She straightened me back out, let go of my neck, stood back, and planted a bare foot right into my belly. I have a slight recollection of this act. I was in agony, and this shows on the tape. My mouth was open, my eyes closed, and a completely lost look was on my face. She grabbed my shoulders, stood me back up and hit me repeatedly in the stomach.
She then took me over toward the other side of the room where the patron was. She stood me erect and then grabbed me by the neck and bitch-slapped me repeatedly. She then hit me in the belly so hard that she lifted my feet off the ground and I sort of doubled over and hung on her arm, with my head and arms dangling down. She jogged her hand further into me, lifting my feet off the ground each time. When she let her fist out of me my knees hit the ground and my body was following it.
But she grabbed my top with both hands and drove me into the wall. She started punching me in the head. My hair was all over my face and I could barely see where she was. She hit me in the stomach and head over and over, then finally she stopped. I was very disoriented and I remember that I started crying. I really didn't care. I couldn't think. I just wanted out. I had forgotten that it was not a submission match, and was trying to say that I submitted. She could have easily choked me unconscious then, but she didn't. She stepped away from me and I just leaned against the wall. The next thing I knew, she had her hand around my neck, with her fingers through my choker. Believe it or not, I didn't fight back. She wasn't hitting me, I was tired, and I just hoped that I could find a way to get away from her.
This was not what she had in mind. Her arm shot forward, once again finding my bare, beaten belly, and my body bent again. She raised me. My legs wanted to collapse, but her grip on my choker was strong.
Bomb blast in the soft center of me as she sank another fist into my belly. "b-OOOUUUPPH!" My feet came from the floor below me, my body totally lifted and folding over her fist. Her next punch found the same result. With one hand in my hair, and one fist plowed deep in my belly, she slammed me into the wall. She held her fist into me there, and felt the quivering in that beaten belly. She slid me up the wall until my toes dangled, just barely touching the floor.
She pulled me over to a window opening and produced three pieces of electrical wire. She proceeded to tie each of my wrists to the steel curtain rod hangers above. She then tied my ankles together. I could feel the cords tight around my wrists, binding them together and passing over my thumbs high over my head. I couldn't hold them, and had no way to untie myself. I also felt my ankles tied together, and felt her as she drew me taut, tying them somewhere to the floor just behind me.
I looked up at my hands, and could see my fingers, my nails, rings, on hands that were just helpless, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Then I dropped my chin down on my chest, and looked down my own cleavage, past the little tie that held my top tight against my breasts. Something I can now kind of tell I did wrong. And I can see the sweat on my bare belly below that. And way below that, hiphuggers just riding really low, and below that, little toes peeking out below the bottoms of the flairs, doing nothing but hanging there. A wasted little girl looking down at the body she dressed up, but which she doesn't own or control, and which is now throbbing, suffering.
When she pulled my hair back out of my face, I saw that I was about to be hurt really bad. I felt her eyes on me, and saw her hand grab the tie of my top, and I looked up, and saw her glaring at me. Mind already a mess. A body of pure feeling and reaction, feeling completely powerless and totally taken and used. A dizzy little slut, getting the tiniest of breaths. And I know I'm about to get my pretty belly fed full of punches.
Her hand wrapped around my belt before I knew what was happening. And one split second later, or even sooner, I felt her fist plow straight into me.
Her first hit was sort of offset to my stomach. I felt the explosion of her fist smashing my belly, and a blast of air out my lips, carrying agony with it, "OOOOOOOOOOLFFF!" Her second punch was a big hit straight into my bellybutton. Stretched beaten, tortured belly taking her full fist. Feeling her fist sailing into me, fast and hard, sending an explosion of mind-blinding pain through my midriff. I felt it like a bomb in my belly. My soft stomach fell in under her fist, then felt it leave. Then her hands grabbed my belt, and pulled me into her fist: "H-OOOOFFFF!" I couldn't help but take her full force into my soft belly... "UUUUUUHHH!" She settled in and started beating on my belly, plowing her fist plow deep in my unready, soft belly.
Very hard, very disruptive, and very painful. She sent one more into me, a full strength punch that set me up for what was to come. And then began the real work. I could barely compose myself, my mind, and especially my body as she began to work out a rhythm on my belly -- a hard fist-filled rhythm. Five hard punches to me in a row, and I was already reeling.
I don't know if I even got to really feel the impact, or the pain of any one of them, because she laced them all together so fast. Normally, it would have been slower, hanging like I was, but no, she was pulling me into the punches with my own belt. I was painfully aware my belly was presented for her. I couldn't help it. I hung with my pretty belly protruding out, pink and full of pain, belly out for her, bound up and presented for use. So all I could do, was hang by my wrists, and feel the pain in my belly. My beat bare belly would just curve right back into place. So she punished my navel good.
Then she settled her rhythm, hitting me hard three times, and I just was exploding. I could feel me erupt in the moment she would give me, and then before I could even try to block any pain, another two punches would rain down on me. I felt my navel shoved every conceivable way. Three horrible punches. Then just when I was trying to recover, another two. Like she was toying with my belly, toying with me.
The pain she pounded into my belly that way radiated through my whole body in waves. "OOOOOOFFFF!" She was timing her hits, drawing my suffering out. She beat my little belly enough to keep me in maximum pain, without losing my consciousness. She pulled my head down by a handful of hair, just to make me watch her beat my slut navel. Watching my own weak little belly smashed by a hammer fist.
Then she sent one high, punching the air right from my lungs, and she gave me all of it. "OOOOOLGGH!" Crossed eyes and pain-filled belly. Another fist dug deep in my belly, while it hung out bare, feeling the pain from the fists that just beat me. Deep in belly agony. Bound up and suffering the beating she gave me. A skinny belly-beaten bitch. Bare in my belly and full of pain. A wimp. A wimpy, beaten bellyslut, bound up while my belly is beaten.
She gave me a punch after the one that finished me, and I felt my shattered belly brutally pinned on the wall behind me. Her fist held into me, and it was deeper in me than anything other than my soul. Through half closed eyes, I saw the big woman in front of me. I knew my body was defeated. What would happen now had nothing to do with me anymore. When she withdrew the fist from my belly, I gave up trying to resist. My head hung back, I stopped trying to hold onto the wire, my knees buckled, and I was totally stretched out and helpless.
She pounded into my helpless belly so hard I thought surely her fist would punch straight through my bellybutton. I have never felt so totally beaten, nor so completely taken as I did then while she fucked my belly. My body rocked as she thrust and punched. She powered her fist though me in every way imaginable. My belly wrapped around her knuckles over and over, and she had punished my soft flesh until it was hot and pink. I finally let go. I drifted through consciousness for a time, not really in any one world. According to the tape, I was like that for quite a while, and she beat on my belly long after I was actually out. I was a limp, sweaty mess. She had made a huge red disaster of my belly.
Finally she untied me. She caught me by the hair and dragged my over next to a sofa table. She sat on the table and with my legs below hers, bent me backwards over her legs. She grabbed my choker, pulled me slightly toward her and slugged me in the face, opening my lip slightly. she hit me again, let go and my whole upper body flew back. This left my belly arched over her legs. My arms were over my head, I know I must have been completely out, and she still wasn't through. She clasped both of her hands together and brought them down into my belly. There was no resistance and the only movement I made was from the sheer force of my body being mashed in two. She did this two more times, then finally, pulled my body by the hair off her legs, and laid me out, with my belly draped over a railing that separated the two room areas. She then sat down on my back, grabbed a handful of my hair, and put her hand into the air to be declared the winner.
After a while she got off of me. I was a pitiful sight. My hair flowed down, almost reaching past my arms to the floor. The sides of my bare belly lay pressed over the railing. My legs fell down almost straight, and my bare feet touched lightly against the carpet. I seemed broken in my middle, as I lay limp over the metal. I apparently hung over that railing for about an hour until someone took me to a bedroom.
When I awoke, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror of the girl on the bed, lying there, every bit the beaten bitch ... Uuuhhhhhh ... with those fist-prints on her belly. My hair was a complete mess. Limp arms and legs lay like those of a rag doll thrown on a floor without care.
My eyes closed again, and I fought for the reality I knew. But the pain in my belly pushed it away. Just a short time before, I had been happy, dancing, in control of everything. Now, in only a half hour, a woman had reduced me to ruin. I felt the deep ache of my belly. I thought about how I could have ever been so completely beaten and destroyed, so incredibly and totally wiped out. My soft bare belly had been a doorway and she had pounded me through it, taking me completely.
I hope I never see her again. I moaned for the next week. I never thought anyone could hurt me so much. Just like a couple of your stories, I had attitude, and another girl adjusted it for me.'
I was an exotic dancer for a year. I was making OK money and all, but the hours really sucked, and I had aspirations to be a college grad. This guy had come up to me one night, with one of the other dancers that I worked with. We all started drinking and talking, and then the next thing I know, he is talking about mud wrestling, Jell-o wrestling and cat fighting.
I'm laughing, until this guy says he pays dancers thousands to fight each other for just a few minutes once or twice a month. I didn't believe it at first, but then my friend confided in me that she was already doing the fights, and that the money was real. She kept on, telling me I was perfect for it, and that I could really make a lot of money. I thought about it after that night, and even though I wasn't sure, I finally decided that I had to give it a try.
My first fight was what they called it a "submission" match, because if you felt like you were really being beaten, you could just give up, and the match would be over. It really wasn't that bad, and I was not as bad at fighting as I thought I might have been. Maybe I had a knack, I'm pretty sure that's it. But honestly, I am pretty strong, and pretty quick, even if at the time I wasn't particularly talented.
The next couple of matches were the same, and I was catching on pretty quickly. The money was pretty good, but the kind of match I was fighting wasn't where the real money was. There was another kind of match they called a "total." Those were lots different. If you were losing in one of those matches, you just kind of got completely beat. When I say, "completely" I mean, you got knocked unconscious. One or the other of the two fighters was going to end up knocked out, one way or another, period. The money to do those fights was almost twice as good. And if you were serious, and were going to take bruises anyway, it was the only way to go. It didn't take me that long to figure that out.
My first "total" match was to change my life. I hadn't been able to give up dancing up until the time of the match, because even though they were good money, it simply wasn't enough by itself. But these matches would put me in an entirely different money area. I was really determined to change things, so I steeled myself, and the next thing I knew, I was standing face to face with one of the more experienced girls.
This was also my first "private" match, for just one customer. He must have been way rich to afford something like that, and I was told by the promoter that there was good money at the end of it for me, win or lose. Of course, I planned to win.
He also told me that our patron for the evening was a total belly-button freak, a navel fetish guy. Well, that suited my style just fine. I show off my belly a lot in the summer, and this summer I was a total belly slut. I made a point of trying to tempt him. I wore the lowest-cut pair of jeans I could find. The top I had on came down no further than the bottom of my breasts, and it was a tie top with long sleeves. I touched my belly often, and danced slowly around him, with just enough arch in my back to keep that stretch of tan bare skin totally pronounced.
Then my opponent did her intro, and we squared off. I ran around her and got a nice hand of hair. She grabbed after my arm but I hit her in the shoulder, spun her around and smacked her good in the forehead. She couldn't see through her hair and I got a hold of her ankle and jerked her off her feet. She was getting up real slow so I thought I would get behind her, jump on her back and put a headlock on her. Things went wrong for me from this time on. When I reached for her, she caught me with an elbow right in my stomach. This stopped me dead in my tracks.
My hair flew forward, and I could feel the rush of air from my mouth. I saw my hands below me, the long painted fingernails, the rings, and all the dangling bracelets. Then they disappeared from my sight as I felt my head drawn back. She had found my hair, and pulled me back upright.
She hit me in this crouched position with knee blows that bounced my head off the wall. I reached out and grabbed an ankle, to pull her off her feet again, but as I did this, I also took a knee to the head, and it split my lip. I went straight for her since she was on her back. I came straight out of my crouch, intending to get on top of her, but she caught me in mid-dive with a kick right in my belly. Her bare foot rudely buried itself in my soft, unprepared stomach. I felt the wind of my breath driven out of me. I doubled over her foot, gripping it with both hands. In my eyes and my open mouth I must have told her she had done supreme damage and found my weakness. She brought her other foot up into my face. This sent me back into the wall where I sank to the floor.
She was up in a second and this gave me no time to catch my breath. She grabbed my hair and I had to follow as she ran out into the room where she spun me around and threw me to the ground. I was getting up and on all fours when she kicked me very hard in the belly. It made my muscles tighten up so I couldn't breathe. She grabbed my ankle and pulled me back into the middle of the room. I tried to kick, but I couldn't reach.
I was gasping for a breath and she was on my back with one hand holding my face to the floor. I was sort of kicking and I knew that I had to get away. She pulled me up to my knees and turned me toward her. She let go of my top and landed a good solid punch into my belly.
It wasn't what I needed. I felt my head snap back, then forward as I fell forward across her arm that thrust into my body.
I had only the time to realize the need to brace for the next blow, but not to actually do it. She delivered a major punch to my belly. The rush of pain in my mind was incredible, and the force of the blow took firm control of my belly. I had tears coming to my eyes. She raised my head up and slapped me hard. Then she hit me another time in the belly. I folded my arms over my belly to try to put it back together.
Kneeling there, moaning with my very beaten belly ... gasping ... Uuunnnnhhh ... OOOHhhhhh ... UUUUMmmmhhh ... and there was nothing I could do to keep myself from moaning in my pain. She was pounding me where the ache stays the longest. "OOOOHhhhh ... My Belllllyyyy! ooohhhh ... it huuuuuuurts!" I suffered in my belly.
She took my hair again and pulled my head back and stood up. She ran my head right into the wall. She just sort of whipped me around a few times and then crushed me on the wall with her shoulder. I really tried to hit her somewhere that it would hurt, but I had no room, and I didn't have a lot of strength. I sort of pawed the air throwing totally worthless punches. She then backed a foot or two off of me and hit me right in the jaw. My head started ringing. She then went for a huge hit to my belly. I felt my belly collapse under her fist. On the tape you see the intensity of the pain in me through my eyes, and my belly wrapped around her fist as it plows into me. She sank her fist to my backbone. I did absolutely double up right over her arm. She straightened me out, grabbed me by the neck and started raining punches on my belly.
She hit me in my belly by my count 17 times. My mind could recognize no time now. It measured my life only in blasts of pain to my belly. I couldn't resist the force that plunged over and over into my small body. Each blast pitted my slender muscles against the plummeting rage of this woman's fist. My belly muscles broke down further, quickly, with each new blast, and the strain of their last efforts drained the energy from my whole body.
"Unnnh! ... uukkk! ... ooohhhh! ... UUnngghh! ... oooofff!! ... UUunnggg!" She plowed into my belly. I could see the fist going further and further in each time she hit me. By the last hit my arms were at my side, and she was pretty much holding me up. I was trying to push away the pain of my beating so I could fight back, but she kept slamming it back into me. My legs were shot. I wanted them to work, but they didn't have any strength left in them.
She then sent a knee right into that poor battered belly. She let me bow over, but didn't let go of my neck. She straightened me back out, let go of my neck, stood back, and planted a bare foot right into my belly. I have a slight recollection of this act. I was in agony, and this shows on the tape. My mouth was open, my eyes closed, and a completely lost look was on my face. She grabbed my shoulders, stood me back up and hit me repeatedly in the stomach.
She then took me over toward the other side of the room where the patron was. She stood me erect and then grabbed me by the neck and bitch-slapped me repeatedly. She then hit me in the belly so hard that she lifted my feet off the ground and I sort of doubled over and hung on her arm, with my head and arms dangling down. She jogged her hand further into me, lifting my feet off the ground each time. When she let her fist out of me my knees hit the ground and my body was following it.
But she grabbed my top with both hands and drove me into the wall. She started punching me in the head. My hair was all over my face and I could barely see where she was. She hit me in the stomach and head over and over, then finally she stopped. I was very disoriented and I remember that I started crying. I really didn't care. I couldn't think. I just wanted out. I had forgotten that it was not a submission match, and was trying to say that I submitted. She could have easily choked me unconscious then, but she didn't. She stepped away from me and I just leaned against the wall. The next thing I knew, she had her hand around my neck, with her fingers through my choker. Believe it or not, I didn't fight back. She wasn't hitting me, I was tired, and I just hoped that I could find a way to get away from her.
This was not what she had in mind. Her arm shot forward, once again finding my bare, beaten belly, and my body bent again. She raised me. My legs wanted to collapse, but her grip on my choker was strong.
Bomb blast in the soft center of me as she sank another fist into my belly. "b-OOOUUUPPH!" My feet came from the floor below me, my body totally lifted and folding over her fist. Her next punch found the same result. With one hand in my hair, and one fist plowed deep in my belly, she slammed me into the wall. She held her fist into me there, and felt the quivering in that beaten belly. She slid me up the wall until my toes dangled, just barely touching the floor.
She pulled me over to a window opening and produced three pieces of electrical wire. She proceeded to tie each of my wrists to the steel curtain rod hangers above. She then tied my ankles together. I could feel the cords tight around my wrists, binding them together and passing over my thumbs high over my head. I couldn't hold them, and had no way to untie myself. I also felt my ankles tied together, and felt her as she drew me taut, tying them somewhere to the floor just behind me.
I looked up at my hands, and could see my fingers, my nails, rings, on hands that were just helpless, and I knew I wasn't going anywhere. Then I dropped my chin down on my chest, and looked down my own cleavage, past the little tie that held my top tight against my breasts. Something I can now kind of tell I did wrong. And I can see the sweat on my bare belly below that. And way below that, hiphuggers just riding really low, and below that, little toes peeking out below the bottoms of the flairs, doing nothing but hanging there. A wasted little girl looking down at the body she dressed up, but which she doesn't own or control, and which is now throbbing, suffering.
When she pulled my hair back out of my face, I saw that I was about to be hurt really bad. I felt her eyes on me, and saw her hand grab the tie of my top, and I looked up, and saw her glaring at me. Mind already a mess. A body of pure feeling and reaction, feeling completely powerless and totally taken and used. A dizzy little slut, getting the tiniest of breaths. And I know I'm about to get my pretty belly fed full of punches.
Her hand wrapped around my belt before I knew what was happening. And one split second later, or even sooner, I felt her fist plow straight into me.
Her first hit was sort of offset to my stomach. I felt the explosion of her fist smashing my belly, and a blast of air out my lips, carrying agony with it, "OOOOOOOOOOLFFF!" Her second punch was a big hit straight into my bellybutton. Stretched beaten, tortured belly taking her full fist. Feeling her fist sailing into me, fast and hard, sending an explosion of mind-blinding pain through my midriff. I felt it like a bomb in my belly. My soft stomach fell in under her fist, then felt it leave. Then her hands grabbed my belt, and pulled me into her fist: "H-OOOOFFFF!" I couldn't help but take her full force into my soft belly... "UUUUUUHHH!" She settled in and started beating on my belly, plowing her fist plow deep in my unready, soft belly.
Very hard, very disruptive, and very painful. She sent one more into me, a full strength punch that set me up for what was to come. And then began the real work. I could barely compose myself, my mind, and especially my body as she began to work out a rhythm on my belly -- a hard fist-filled rhythm. Five hard punches to me in a row, and I was already reeling.
I don't know if I even got to really feel the impact, or the pain of any one of them, because she laced them all together so fast. Normally, it would have been slower, hanging like I was, but no, she was pulling me into the punches with my own belt. I was painfully aware my belly was presented for her. I couldn't help it. I hung with my pretty belly protruding out, pink and full of pain, belly out for her, bound up and presented for use. So all I could do, was hang by my wrists, and feel the pain in my belly. My beat bare belly would just curve right back into place. So she punished my navel good.
Then she settled her rhythm, hitting me hard three times, and I just was exploding. I could feel me erupt in the moment she would give me, and then before I could even try to block any pain, another two punches would rain down on me. I felt my navel shoved every conceivable way. Three horrible punches. Then just when I was trying to recover, another two. Like she was toying with my belly, toying with me.
The pain she pounded into my belly that way radiated through my whole body in waves. "OOOOOOFFFF!" She was timing her hits, drawing my suffering out. She beat my little belly enough to keep me in maximum pain, without losing my consciousness. She pulled my head down by a handful of hair, just to make me watch her beat my slut navel. Watching my own weak little belly smashed by a hammer fist.
Then she sent one high, punching the air right from my lungs, and she gave me all of it. "OOOOOLGGH!" Crossed eyes and pain-filled belly. Another fist dug deep in my belly, while it hung out bare, feeling the pain from the fists that just beat me. Deep in belly agony. Bound up and suffering the beating she gave me. A skinny belly-beaten bitch. Bare in my belly and full of pain. A wimp. A wimpy, beaten bellyslut, bound up while my belly is beaten.
She gave me a punch after the one that finished me, and I felt my shattered belly brutally pinned on the wall behind me. Her fist held into me, and it was deeper in me than anything other than my soul. Through half closed eyes, I saw the big woman in front of me. I knew my body was defeated. What would happen now had nothing to do with me anymore. When she withdrew the fist from my belly, I gave up trying to resist. My head hung back, I stopped trying to hold onto the wire, my knees buckled, and I was totally stretched out and helpless.
She pounded into my helpless belly so hard I thought surely her fist would punch straight through my bellybutton. I have never felt so totally beaten, nor so completely taken as I did then while she fucked my belly. My body rocked as she thrust and punched. She powered her fist though me in every way imaginable. My belly wrapped around her knuckles over and over, and she had punished my soft flesh until it was hot and pink. I finally let go. I drifted through consciousness for a time, not really in any one world. According to the tape, I was like that for quite a while, and she beat on my belly long after I was actually out. I was a limp, sweaty mess. She had made a huge red disaster of my belly.
Finally she untied me. She caught me by the hair and dragged my over next to a sofa table. She sat on the table and with my legs below hers, bent me backwards over her legs. She grabbed my choker, pulled me slightly toward her and slugged me in the face, opening my lip slightly. she hit me again, let go and my whole upper body flew back. This left my belly arched over her legs. My arms were over my head, I know I must have been completely out, and she still wasn't through. She clasped both of her hands together and brought them down into my belly. There was no resistance and the only movement I made was from the sheer force of my body being mashed in two. She did this two more times, then finally, pulled my body by the hair off her legs, and laid me out, with my belly draped over a railing that separated the two room areas. She then sat down on my back, grabbed a handful of my hair, and put her hand into the air to be declared the winner.
After a while she got off of me. I was a pitiful sight. My hair flowed down, almost reaching past my arms to the floor. The sides of my bare belly lay pressed over the railing. My legs fell down almost straight, and my bare feet touched lightly against the carpet. I seemed broken in my middle, as I lay limp over the metal. I apparently hung over that railing for about an hour until someone took me to a bedroom.
When I awoke, I hardly recognized the reflection in the mirror of the girl on the bed, lying there, every bit the beaten bitch ... Uuuhhhhhh ... with those fist-prints on her belly. My hair was a complete mess. Limp arms and legs lay like those of a rag doll thrown on a floor without care.
My eyes closed again, and I fought for the reality I knew. But the pain in my belly pushed it away. Just a short time before, I had been happy, dancing, in control of everything. Now, in only a half hour, a woman had reduced me to ruin. I felt the deep ache of my belly. I thought about how I could have ever been so completely beaten and destroyed, so incredibly and totally wiped out. My soft bare belly had been a doorway and she had pounded me through it, taking me completely.
I hope I never see her again. I moaned for the next week. I never thought anyone could hurt me so much. Just like a couple of your stories, I had attitude, and another girl adjusted it for me.'