08-05-2008, 06:29 PM
Brittany Written by Nitedread
Although most of my "clients" are older and set in their ways, I do on occasion get to educate an unruly young girl. I remember this one in particular. Her name was Brittany. She was a stunningly beautiful girl around 18 years old, about 5'7, 120lbs thin but not athletic, medium sized 34c cup breasts, but they looked larger because she was thin. She had a long supple waist, smooth flat stomach and definitely nice ass and legs. Her golden hair stopped just above her round little ass.
The call I got was from her stepmother. It seems our little Brit was playing her dad and draining his bank account for her mom, whom he'd divorced after he caught her in bed with the chauffeur. Her dad's new wife had found out about it, but couldn't tell her husband because Brittany had him wrapped around her finger with guilt over the divorce. Brit was also sleeping with a married teacher at her college. The guys wife belonged to the same golf club as Brit's step mom and they'd agreed that little Brittany needed to be taught the error of her ways. Thus the call to me.
I sent Brittany an email addressed from her dad telling her that I had a surprise for her and would send a car to pick her up. Dressed like a limo-driver I went to the campus. The little bitch never even looked at me, I guess servants were beneath her notice. She was wearing a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes and sports bra, her long blond hair pulled back in one long braid. I held the door for her like a good little driver and we were off. I'd put a couple of bottles of good champagne in the back. It didn't take long for her to notice and help herself. I watched in the rearview mirror as she drained one bottle in twenty minutes and reaching for the next. She was asleep before she could open it though. The sedative I'd injected into the bottles worked rather well.
The rest of our drive was rather uneventful. There are some parts of every city where no one questions or remembers anything, and police don't go even when called. It's far to easy to fake a report from Starbucks. This is where I took her. I drove the limo into an abandoned warehouse and let her wake up She groggily rubbed her eyes and sat up in the backseat. When she gets a look at the rundown warehouse she gets this bitchy look on her face. She sees me watching her in the mirror and starts mouthing off. Where the fuck are we? You stupid bastard! Don't just look at me come and open the fucking door! I get out and open her door standing to the side to allow her to pass. She gets out and throws her hands into the air in exasperation. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BEOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUFFFFF!!!
I bury my fist in Brittany's tanned unsuspecting stomach. She looks up at me from her knees, desperate agony written all over her face her arms wrapped around her soft punched belly. I look into her tearing eyes as she kneels there gagging and say "I'm surprised a bitch like you has never been gut punched before". "Don't worry though, you'll be an expert before we're done. Grabbing her ponytail I yank her to her feet. Silly girl reaches up to her UUUUUUHHHHUUUULLLGH!!!
A big punch just above her innie belly button lifts her feet from the floor as she slams into her back end of the car and sprawls on the truck. She makes a nice UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGH!!! when I sink my fist into Brittany's soft lower belly. Her body jackknifes in the air, my fist deep in her weak guts is holding her pinned against her car. As she slides down to the floor I grab her sports bra and pull her now limp body into my knee. A deep OOOOOUUUUUUFFF!!! is force out of her when my knee brutally enters her soft gut. I grab her hair and drag her to the wall where I tie her hands above her head. She pleads and begs but, I've already got everything I want. Her sexy navel is like nature's bulls-eye so I use it.
OOOOOOOOOUUUPPHH UUUUUUUULLLLGGG UUUUUUUUUUGGGNNN huff huff OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFF!!!
I violate her soft belly with my fist, enjoying the agony on her face and her deep groans and moans she's forced to make. I couldn't think of a better place to hit a helpless woman than in her soft vulnerable stomach. OOOOOOOOOUUUUUFFFF!!!.I drive my elbow into Brittany's solar-plexus a few times.
br>OOOOOOUUUUUULLLLPH AAAAAAAAUUUUULLLLLGG coff coff huff plleeas UUUUUUUUULLGH! OOOOOOUUUUUFFFhuff coff not my huffstomaaaaaaUUUUUUUULLLLLLLGGH!!
I put my fist deep into the middle of her belly. She has no fat or muscle to protect the sensitive vulnerable organs that torturing. I can hear the dull slosh of her intestines with each punch now.
OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUPPPHuuuuuuuuuunnnnngg uuuuuuuuuuuuullllllgghhhuff huffooooooooooooooooooooofffff huuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffffhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufffffffhuff ooooooouuuuuuufffff
My fists make deep indentations in her perfect flat belly. Her mouth is hanging open as I force weak groans out of her with each devastating punch to her unresisting stomach. I make my hand into a knife and ram it deeper and deeper into Brittany's soft helpless guts until she's out.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllllllgggh huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllll ghhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnngggh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn gggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllgggghhhhh!!!!!
I write on her belly with a marker "being a bitch has a price" and take her back to the dorm.
Although most of my "clients" are older and set in their ways, I do on occasion get to educate an unruly young girl. I remember this one in particular. Her name was Brittany. She was a stunningly beautiful girl around 18 years old, about 5'7, 120lbs thin but not athletic, medium sized 34c cup breasts, but they looked larger because she was thin. She had a long supple waist, smooth flat stomach and definitely nice ass and legs. Her golden hair stopped just above her round little ass.
The call I got was from her stepmother. It seems our little Brit was playing her dad and draining his bank account for her mom, whom he'd divorced after he caught her in bed with the chauffeur. Her dad's new wife had found out about it, but couldn't tell her husband because Brittany had him wrapped around her finger with guilt over the divorce. Brit was also sleeping with a married teacher at her college. The guys wife belonged to the same golf club as Brit's step mom and they'd agreed that little Brittany needed to be taught the error of her ways. Thus the call to me.
I sent Brittany an email addressed from her dad telling her that I had a surprise for her and would send a car to pick her up. Dressed like a limo-driver I went to the campus. The little bitch never even looked at me, I guess servants were beneath her notice. She was wearing a pair of cutoff Daisy Dukes and sports bra, her long blond hair pulled back in one long braid. I held the door for her like a good little driver and we were off. I'd put a couple of bottles of good champagne in the back. It didn't take long for her to notice and help herself. I watched in the rearview mirror as she drained one bottle in twenty minutes and reaching for the next. She was asleep before she could open it though. The sedative I'd injected into the bottles worked rather well.
The rest of our drive was rather uneventful. There are some parts of every city where no one questions or remembers anything, and police don't go even when called. It's far to easy to fake a report from Starbucks. This is where I took her. I drove the limo into an abandoned warehouse and let her wake up She groggily rubbed her eyes and sat up in the backseat. When she gets a look at the rundown warehouse she gets this bitchy look on her face. She sees me watching her in the mirror and starts mouthing off. Where the fuck are we? You stupid bastard! Don't just look at me come and open the fucking door! I get out and open her door standing to the side to allow her to pass. She gets out and throws her hands into the air in exasperation. WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BEOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUFFFFF!!!
I bury my fist in Brittany's tanned unsuspecting stomach. She looks up at me from her knees, desperate agony written all over her face her arms wrapped around her soft punched belly. I look into her tearing eyes as she kneels there gagging and say "I'm surprised a bitch like you has never been gut punched before". "Don't worry though, you'll be an expert before we're done. Grabbing her ponytail I yank her to her feet. Silly girl reaches up to her UUUUUUHHHHUUUULLLGH!!!
A big punch just above her innie belly button lifts her feet from the floor as she slams into her back end of the car and sprawls on the truck. She makes a nice UUUUUUUUUNNNNNNGGGH!!! when I sink my fist into Brittany's soft lower belly. Her body jackknifes in the air, my fist deep in her weak guts is holding her pinned against her car. As she slides down to the floor I grab her sports bra and pull her now limp body into my knee. A deep OOOOOUUUUUUFFF!!! is force out of her when my knee brutally enters her soft gut. I grab her hair and drag her to the wall where I tie her hands above her head. She pleads and begs but, I've already got everything I want. Her sexy navel is like nature's bulls-eye so I use it.
OOOOOOOOOUUUPPHH UUUUUUUULLLLGGG UUUUUUUUUUGGGNNN huff huff OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFF!!!
I violate her soft belly with my fist, enjoying the agony on her face and her deep groans and moans she's forced to make. I couldn't think of a better place to hit a helpless woman than in her soft vulnerable stomach. OOOOOOOOOUUUUUFFFF!!!.I drive my elbow into Brittany's solar-plexus a few times.
br>OOOOOOUUUUUULLLLPH AAAAAAAAUUUUULLLLLGG coff coff huff plleeas UUUUUUUUULLGH! OOOOOOUUUUUFFFhuff coff not my huffstomaaaaaaUUUUUUUULLLLLLLGGH!!
I put my fist deep into the middle of her belly. She has no fat or muscle to protect the sensitive vulnerable organs that torturing. I can hear the dull slosh of her intestines with each punch now.
OOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUPPPHuuuuuuuuuunnnnngg uuuuuuuuuuuuullllllgghhhuff huffooooooooooooooooooooofffff huuuuuuuuuuuuuuffffffffffhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuufffffffhuff ooooooouuuuuuufffff
My fists make deep indentations in her perfect flat belly. Her mouth is hanging open as I force weak groans out of her with each devastating punch to her unresisting stomach. I make my hand into a knife and ram it deeper and deeper into Brittany's soft helpless guts until she's out.
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllllllgggh huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllll ghhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnngggh uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnn gggguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuullllllllllllllgggghhhhh!!!!!
I write on her belly with a marker "being a bitch has a price" and take her back to the dorm.