08-06-2008, 03:42 PM
Monica pays the piper Written by unknown
Being the First-Lady Hilary figured that she had a right to some justice. She'd waited long enough that no one would think to link the event to her. And there was no doubt in her mind that "that fat cow" Lewinski had it coming.
While she left for NY to do some campaigning her two favorite secret service, Mike and Jeff agents began tailing Monica. After two weeks of surveillance, which included monitoring all of her contacts and conversations they made their move.
After her last round of interviews and book signings Monica planned to treat herself to a couple of weeks at an exclusive health spa. The agents infiltrated the health spa posing as staff.
Monica arrived late on Fri night, but insisted on getting a massage before she turned in. All of the private bungalows were located in secluded spots, which afforded the more influential guests the utmost privacy.
Monica had just finished her shower when Mike arrived to do her massage. A towel was all that covered her full soft body as Monica ordered room service. She then stretched out on the well-padded, sturdy wooden massage table. She laid on her belly as Mike started her massage. All of the tension slipped from Monica as Mike's strong expert hands kneaded her ample flesh. He continued working from the back of her neck and shoulders down to her lower back. The soft flesh of her belly protruded on either of her waist.
About 20 minutes later Jeff arrived with a tray from the kitchen. Mike told her to roll over while he took care of room service so that she could just relax. Monica, who by now was completely relaxed and actually starting to fall asleep happily agreed.
The thin sheet she had did little to hide her round breasts as they swayed from side to side as she turned onto her back. Nor did it disguise her soft round belly that moved slowly in and out as she breathed. Monica lethargically stretched her arms above her head to hang off the end of the table. So relaxed that she never bothered to open her eyes.
She lay there as hands gently began stroking her upper arms as they lay above her head. That's when Jeff drove his beefy fist deep into the pit of Monica's soft belly. A guttural OOOOOOUUUUUUUF!!! was forced from her along with all the breath in her body.
Monica's eyes now wide open as well as her mouth, which just hung open as she but no more sound would come out. She dully wondered why her arms wouldn't respond. She desperately wanted to wrap her arms around her belly, as if she could hug the pain from her guts.
Just as she realized that someone was holding her arms and took her first wheezing breath both of Jeff's clenched fists slammed brutally into Monica's vulnerable belly. A deep AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUFFFF!!! was driven from her full mouth as her too soft belly was again violated. Her knees came up in a futile attempt to protect her battered stomach. Mike released his hold on her arms and allowed Monica to fall unceremoniously to the floor where she curled into a fetal position wrapping her arms around her aching belly.
The two men came around the table. Jeff grabbed a hand full of her dark hair and yanked the dazed sobbing girl to her feet. Monica was in too much pain to think or she would have never reached up to grab the hand that was painfully pulling her hair. Mike stepped into his punch just as he had for years working the heavy bag in the gym. Only now he didn't have to wear gloves or wraps and Monica's weak belly was infinitely softer that a punching bag. His fist disappeared into her warm soft belly. She let out an agonized UUUUUULLLLLLLLGGHH!!! as she fell back onto her ample butt and then fell onto her side holding her vulnerable stomach, the mushy muscles in her belly no longer able to keep her upright.
She laid there the only sound in the room was her weak moaning breaths ...hhuuff...huff...uunn...uuhh. Mike leisurely walked over to the gasping woman and easily lifted her over stuffed body from the floor. With a hard push he sent Monica staggering across to Jeff who jackknifed the helpless girl with hard punch straight into her soft round lower belly. With a loud UUUUUUUUUUGGGNNNNN!!! she curled around the fist that was still buried deep soft guts.
A shove from him sent her staggering towards Mike who unloaded a straight punch into her solarplexus which stopped her dead in her tracks. OOOOoooouuuulllfff!!! Monica was in agony as yet another fist exploded into her soft vulnerable belly. Then she slid slowly down the arm to the her knees where she passed out with her head on the floor.
Being the First-Lady Hilary figured that she had a right to some justice. She'd waited long enough that no one would think to link the event to her. And there was no doubt in her mind that "that fat cow" Lewinski had it coming.
While she left for NY to do some campaigning her two favorite secret service, Mike and Jeff agents began tailing Monica. After two weeks of surveillance, which included monitoring all of her contacts and conversations they made their move.
After her last round of interviews and book signings Monica planned to treat herself to a couple of weeks at an exclusive health spa. The agents infiltrated the health spa posing as staff.
Monica arrived late on Fri night, but insisted on getting a massage before she turned in. All of the private bungalows were located in secluded spots, which afforded the more influential guests the utmost privacy.
Monica had just finished her shower when Mike arrived to do her massage. A towel was all that covered her full soft body as Monica ordered room service. She then stretched out on the well-padded, sturdy wooden massage table. She laid on her belly as Mike started her massage. All of the tension slipped from Monica as Mike's strong expert hands kneaded her ample flesh. He continued working from the back of her neck and shoulders down to her lower back. The soft flesh of her belly protruded on either of her waist.
About 20 minutes later Jeff arrived with a tray from the kitchen. Mike told her to roll over while he took care of room service so that she could just relax. Monica, who by now was completely relaxed and actually starting to fall asleep happily agreed.
The thin sheet she had did little to hide her round breasts as they swayed from side to side as she turned onto her back. Nor did it disguise her soft round belly that moved slowly in and out as she breathed. Monica lethargically stretched her arms above her head to hang off the end of the table. So relaxed that she never bothered to open her eyes.
She lay there as hands gently began stroking her upper arms as they lay above her head. That's when Jeff drove his beefy fist deep into the pit of Monica's soft belly. A guttural OOOOOOUUUUUUUF!!! was forced from her along with all the breath in her body.
Monica's eyes now wide open as well as her mouth, which just hung open as she but no more sound would come out. She dully wondered why her arms wouldn't respond. She desperately wanted to wrap her arms around her belly, as if she could hug the pain from her guts.
Just as she realized that someone was holding her arms and took her first wheezing breath both of Jeff's clenched fists slammed brutally into Monica's vulnerable belly. A deep AAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUFFFF!!! was driven from her full mouth as her too soft belly was again violated. Her knees came up in a futile attempt to protect her battered stomach. Mike released his hold on her arms and allowed Monica to fall unceremoniously to the floor where she curled into a fetal position wrapping her arms around her aching belly.
The two men came around the table. Jeff grabbed a hand full of her dark hair and yanked the dazed sobbing girl to her feet. Monica was in too much pain to think or she would have never reached up to grab the hand that was painfully pulling her hair. Mike stepped into his punch just as he had for years working the heavy bag in the gym. Only now he didn't have to wear gloves or wraps and Monica's weak belly was infinitely softer that a punching bag. His fist disappeared into her warm soft belly. She let out an agonized UUUUUULLLLLLLLGGHH!!! as she fell back onto her ample butt and then fell onto her side holding her vulnerable stomach, the mushy muscles in her belly no longer able to keep her upright.
She laid there the only sound in the room was her weak moaning breaths ...hhuuff...huff...uunn...uuhh. Mike leisurely walked over to the gasping woman and easily lifted her over stuffed body from the floor. With a hard push he sent Monica staggering across to Jeff who jackknifed the helpless girl with hard punch straight into her soft round lower belly. With a loud UUUUUUUUUUGGGNNNNN!!! she curled around the fist that was still buried deep soft guts.
A shove from him sent her staggering towards Mike who unloaded a straight punch into her solarplexus which stopped her dead in her tracks. OOOOoooouuuulllfff!!! Monica was in agony as yet another fist exploded into her soft vulnerable belly. Then she slid slowly down the arm to the her knees where she passed out with her head on the floor.