02-22-2010, 04:28 AM
After changing out of my dirty clothes into a tight t shirt (just about showing my belly button) and skinny jeans (with lacy underwear underneath), I arrived at the time that Amy told me to. She had assured me that her parents wouldn’t be in, so I let myself in and made my way to her room. From the other side of the door I could hear grunting, and I opened it to see Amy in the middle of her torturous sit ups work out, she was sweating, wearing a two piece black bikini. I kneeled next to her, and listened to her count her sit ups.
“133...134...135...13..6...” She winked at me and I was already wet. I started to rub myself, Amy quickly told me to stop.
“Sorry, I can’t stop myself.”
“Well hold my feet down.” She said. I took the weights off her slender feet and held them down myself as I watched her body rise and fall, sweating and grunting. “I can’t wait until you finally develop a six pack.” She said, “I want you to feel this painful burning.”
“Me too...” was all I could say, I was so horny, I wanted to touch her and her to touch me, I wanted her to tease me, torture me... I started to lick her feet, making her laugh. She was my master and I was her little slave. For ages she worked, her grunts became louder and louder, as I became wetter and wetter.
After four hundred sit ups, Amy lay back panting, I watched in awe, her stomach was red and strained, and she was covered in sweat and panting loudly. I kissed and licked her stomach as she lay there, paying special attention to her belly button. After five minutes, she sat up and rubbed my belly. I whispered in her ear, “How much are your abs hurting?”
“So much,” she whispered back, “but not as much as yours will me in a few minutes.”
I knew perfectly well what she had in mind, I pulled my clothes off, leaving only the lacy underwear and lay on her bed, putting my arms behind me back, I stretched to make my little belly as concave as possible. I felt Amy’s sweaty body on top of mine; she sat on me so our wet pussys were touching, the perfect position for some stomach torture.
Her solid fist slammed into my stomach, I yelled in pain as a slapping noise could be heard. “Ohh... that’s so good.” I tensed my stomach so I could last longer as she gave me another hard punch. She gave me orders, “I want you to count each punch you little slut.”
“Tie my arms up first, Amy.” She slammed her fist into my belly the second I finished my sentence.
“Don’t give me orders you pathetic slut, I’m your master.” This made me so horny, I was gasping for air after the last punch but I managed to say, “Yes, master... punish me for my ignorance.”
“I will.” She reached for some rope and tied my arms and legs up so I was in an X position. She kneeled on my vagina (very painful) and admired my stomach – it was hers. She started laying into me, giving me an occasional slap in the face. I counted-
“Ugh.... twenty one! Ah! Twenty...two. Nyahhh! Twenty three!” My shouts became louder and louder, Amy began to get carried away and punched as hard and faster, I lost count of how many punches I had taken so Amy just had to listen to my sweet yells of pain as my body writhed and struggled, cum ran down my leg and onto the sheets, after an eternity, she stopped, and watched me pathetically moan, desperately trying to catch for breath my stomach hurt so much it was unreal, I wanted more, I was a little slut and I wanted my master to punish me even more. I looked down at my purple belly, still sore from yesterday but now aching more than I can describe, but I needed more.
“Don’t think I’ve stopped.” Amy told me as she got off of me. She picked a bowling ball up from under her bed, held it a foot over me and dropped it, crushing my already broken belly. She didn’t remove it, she just left it there, to watch me squirm. I was gasping and smiling at the same time, the pain was immense. Breathless, I managed to wince, “...m-more...”
“You know, I’m proud of you. Maybe soon I’ll let you go all out on me.” Amy said. She then leaned over closer to me, using her body weight to push down the bowling ball even harder.
Let me paint a better picture for you. Amy’s bed was black, and on top of it, belly up, was me. I was tied to each corner in an X position and my stomach was purple, blue and red, my bra had snapped to reveal my sweating breasts, my whole body shining with sweat and myself panting loudly. A green, 16 pound bowling ball crushing my abdominals and leaning her belly on that, with her face an inch from mine, was Amy, her body still sweating. She had taken her underwear off long ago, and all that separated our pussys was a millimetre of lacy panties, this didn’t stop them from rubbing together. We stared at each other for a whole minute, her watching me pant for so long. She finally asked me, “How much does it hurt?”
I could hardly breathe, but I gasped, “...I’m at my limit. It hurts so much... push me past my limit Amy... n-no matter what I say, how much I cry... beat your little slut slave to a pulp...”
She kissed me, and took her underwear and wrapped it around my mouth. She started to bounce on the bowling ball. Each time, me making a sound like “Huugh!” and my stomach burned more, and more, and more. Her bounced became harder and harder, until she was bouncing on it like a space hopper. It was too much. My stomach was about to burst, I squirmed to free myself but Amy had tied me up so well. Through the sweaty underwear over my mouth I knew she could hear my begs for mercy. I was having an orgasm and crying at the same time. My stomach was completely broken. She picked up the bowling ball and began to smack it against me. My arms and legs were desperately trying to free me. She eventually finished. She untied me and let me regain my composure, I curled up and held my tortured stomach, then finally caught my breath and fell back on the bed.
“You did tell me to.” Amy said.
“Thank you so much, thank you...”
Amy rubbed my now entirely purple tummy, she licked it as I began to relax, she licked my entire body, then back to my belly, I couldn’t sit up, so I let her tongue probe my belly button.
She knew I needed relieving, so she got a strap on dildo and fucked me, softly until I cummed again. Eventually I summoned the energy to leave, kissing her deeply before I did. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s torture.
“133...134...135...13..6...” She winked at me and I was already wet. I started to rub myself, Amy quickly told me to stop.
“Sorry, I can’t stop myself.”
“Well hold my feet down.” She said. I took the weights off her slender feet and held them down myself as I watched her body rise and fall, sweating and grunting. “I can’t wait until you finally develop a six pack.” She said, “I want you to feel this painful burning.”
“Me too...” was all I could say, I was so horny, I wanted to touch her and her to touch me, I wanted her to tease me, torture me... I started to lick her feet, making her laugh. She was my master and I was her little slave. For ages she worked, her grunts became louder and louder, as I became wetter and wetter.
After four hundred sit ups, Amy lay back panting, I watched in awe, her stomach was red and strained, and she was covered in sweat and panting loudly. I kissed and licked her stomach as she lay there, paying special attention to her belly button. After five minutes, she sat up and rubbed my belly. I whispered in her ear, “How much are your abs hurting?”
“So much,” she whispered back, “but not as much as yours will me in a few minutes.”
I knew perfectly well what she had in mind, I pulled my clothes off, leaving only the lacy underwear and lay on her bed, putting my arms behind me back, I stretched to make my little belly as concave as possible. I felt Amy’s sweaty body on top of mine; she sat on me so our wet pussys were touching, the perfect position for some stomach torture.
Her solid fist slammed into my stomach, I yelled in pain as a slapping noise could be heard. “Ohh... that’s so good.” I tensed my stomach so I could last longer as she gave me another hard punch. She gave me orders, “I want you to count each punch you little slut.”
“Tie my arms up first, Amy.” She slammed her fist into my belly the second I finished my sentence.
“Don’t give me orders you pathetic slut, I’m your master.” This made me so horny, I was gasping for air after the last punch but I managed to say, “Yes, master... punish me for my ignorance.”
“I will.” She reached for some rope and tied my arms and legs up so I was in an X position. She kneeled on my vagina (very painful) and admired my stomach – it was hers. She started laying into me, giving me an occasional slap in the face. I counted-
“Ugh.... twenty one! Ah! Twenty...two. Nyahhh! Twenty three!” My shouts became louder and louder, Amy began to get carried away and punched as hard and faster, I lost count of how many punches I had taken so Amy just had to listen to my sweet yells of pain as my body writhed and struggled, cum ran down my leg and onto the sheets, after an eternity, she stopped, and watched me pathetically moan, desperately trying to catch for breath my stomach hurt so much it was unreal, I wanted more, I was a little slut and I wanted my master to punish me even more. I looked down at my purple belly, still sore from yesterday but now aching more than I can describe, but I needed more.
“Don’t think I’ve stopped.” Amy told me as she got off of me. She picked a bowling ball up from under her bed, held it a foot over me and dropped it, crushing my already broken belly. She didn’t remove it, she just left it there, to watch me squirm. I was gasping and smiling at the same time, the pain was immense. Breathless, I managed to wince, “...m-more...”
“You know, I’m proud of you. Maybe soon I’ll let you go all out on me.” Amy said. She then leaned over closer to me, using her body weight to push down the bowling ball even harder.
Let me paint a better picture for you. Amy’s bed was black, and on top of it, belly up, was me. I was tied to each corner in an X position and my stomach was purple, blue and red, my bra had snapped to reveal my sweating breasts, my whole body shining with sweat and myself panting loudly. A green, 16 pound bowling ball crushing my abdominals and leaning her belly on that, with her face an inch from mine, was Amy, her body still sweating. She had taken her underwear off long ago, and all that separated our pussys was a millimetre of lacy panties, this didn’t stop them from rubbing together. We stared at each other for a whole minute, her watching me pant for so long. She finally asked me, “How much does it hurt?”
I could hardly breathe, but I gasped, “...I’m at my limit. It hurts so much... push me past my limit Amy... n-no matter what I say, how much I cry... beat your little slut slave to a pulp...”
She kissed me, and took her underwear and wrapped it around my mouth. She started to bounce on the bowling ball. Each time, me making a sound like “Huugh!” and my stomach burned more, and more, and more. Her bounced became harder and harder, until she was bouncing on it like a space hopper. It was too much. My stomach was about to burst, I squirmed to free myself but Amy had tied me up so well. Through the sweaty underwear over my mouth I knew she could hear my begs for mercy. I was having an orgasm and crying at the same time. My stomach was completely broken. She picked up the bowling ball and began to smack it against me. My arms and legs were desperately trying to free me. She eventually finished. She untied me and let me regain my composure, I curled up and held my tortured stomach, then finally caught my breath and fell back on the bed.
“You did tell me to.” Amy said.
“Thank you so much, thank you...”
Amy rubbed my now entirely purple tummy, she licked it as I began to relax, she licked my entire body, then back to my belly, I couldn’t sit up, so I let her tongue probe my belly button.
She knew I needed relieving, so she got a strap on dildo and fucked me, softly until I cummed again. Eventually I summoned the energy to leave, kissing her deeply before I did. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow’s torture.