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Make sure to read what happens next.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=360 Fri, 05 Mar 2010 20:06:07 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=360 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=359 Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:06:53 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=359 It was then that it seemed that God answered my prayers and I met Cherry (my current gf). Cherry was way much better than Honey. She was way more considerate and actually loved me with no holes barred! Moreover I loved Cherry much more as she was older, wiser and more urban compared to the rural Honey. Although both were equally beautiful, Cherry was even sexier given her urban lifestyle. I decided to break up with Honey and it worked miracles for me. I was enjoying my time with Cherry and soon enough college was over. It was time to go for Grad school.
It was then that I had to leave the city and Honey decided to confront me. We decided to meet at Cherry's workplace where she's the boss. Cherry knew all about Honey and the bitch that she had been, but given her considerate nature she was willing to support me and get involved in our talks & debates. We met around 9 PM after Cherry was done closing her office. It was summertime and the temperature was a little over 100 F.
Honey is around 5'8" and weighs like 130 lbs. On that day she chose to wear a pair of dark blue jeans with a Red tank top. Cherry is like 5'4" and 100 lbs and she was in her black shorts & black tank. No sooner had we all met Honey started digging out past memories and blaming me for all the shit we had gone through. I was obviously pissed off but Cherry tried to cool the situation by trying to make her calm.
It wasn't until Honey called her a slut and tried to slap me, that I grabbed her hand mid-air and saw that Cherry was red hot with anger! She asked me to grab Honey's hands from the back and said in a stern voice that the bitch was gonna pay!
The arrogant Honey threw a spit in Cherry's direction which she ducked and all her pent up anger responded in the form of a solid fist that found it's home in Honey's slightly protruding soft belly! "UUUMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH" was the sound that came out of her along with a horrible smell of eggs! It was apparent that Honey had consumed almost a dozen eggs in her dinner as she did quite often! The ugly smell pissed off Cherry even more and she asked me to tighten the grip on Honey's hands which I was holding behind her back!
One more hard fist buried itself really deep in poor Honey's belly which made her spit on herself this time and she tried bending over but to no avail - my grip on her hands was really tight! After some cussing Cherry unloaded a REAL HORRIBLY HARD FIST into Honey's stomach right into her navel which caused her eyes to widen like anything and she threw up most of her dinner right on the floor in front of herself!!!
"EWWWWWWW" said Cherry in half disgust & half anger as she saw Honey spoil her office floor by vomit! After a minute or so of looking at the eggy vomit on the floor her anger knew no bounds! She exclaimed in utter anger real loud at Honey's face - "Why the hell did you vomit, bitch?" and with all her might and anger rammed her fist deep into poor Honey's belly making her vomit the rest of the contents of her beaten stomach onto her own red tank top! I released the beaten bitch to fall into her own vomit!]]> It was then that it seemed that God answered my prayers and I met Cherry (my current gf). Cherry was way much better than Honey. She was way more considerate and actually loved me with no holes barred! Moreover I loved Cherry much more as she was older, wiser and more urban compared to the rural Honey. Although both were equally beautiful, Cherry was even sexier given her urban lifestyle. I decided to break up with Honey and it worked miracles for me. I was enjoying my time with Cherry and soon enough college was over. It was time to go for Grad school.
It was then that I had to leave the city and Honey decided to confront me. We decided to meet at Cherry's workplace where she's the boss. Cherry knew all about Honey and the bitch that she had been, but given her considerate nature she was willing to support me and get involved in our talks & debates. We met around 9 PM after Cherry was done closing her office. It was summertime and the temperature was a little over 100 F.
Honey is around 5'8" and weighs like 130 lbs. On that day she chose to wear a pair of dark blue jeans with a Red tank top. Cherry is like 5'4" and 100 lbs and she was in her black shorts & black tank. No sooner had we all met Honey started digging out past memories and blaming me for all the shit we had gone through. I was obviously pissed off but Cherry tried to cool the situation by trying to make her calm.
It wasn't until Honey called her a slut and tried to slap me, that I grabbed her hand mid-air and saw that Cherry was red hot with anger! She asked me to grab Honey's hands from the back and said in a stern voice that the bitch was gonna pay!
The arrogant Honey threw a spit in Cherry's direction which she ducked and all her pent up anger responded in the form of a solid fist that found it's home in Honey's slightly protruding soft belly! "UUUMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHH" was the sound that came out of her along with a horrible smell of eggs! It was apparent that Honey had consumed almost a dozen eggs in her dinner as she did quite often! The ugly smell pissed off Cherry even more and she asked me to tighten the grip on Honey's hands which I was holding behind her back!
One more hard fist buried itself really deep in poor Honey's belly which made her spit on herself this time and she tried bending over but to no avail - my grip on her hands was really tight! After some cussing Cherry unloaded a REAL HORRIBLY HARD FIST into Honey's stomach right into her navel which caused her eyes to widen like anything and she threw up most of her dinner right on the floor in front of herself!!!
"EWWWWWWW" said Cherry in half disgust & half anger as she saw Honey spoil her office floor by vomit! After a minute or so of looking at the eggy vomit on the floor her anger knew no bounds! She exclaimed in utter anger real loud at Honey's face - "Why the hell did you vomit, bitch?" and with all her might and anger rammed her fist deep into poor Honey's belly making her vomit the rest of the contents of her beaten stomach onto her own red tank top! I released the beaten bitch to fall into her own vomit!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=358 Thu, 25 Feb 2010 02:13:47 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=358 When we were done with a bowl of Ice-cream, she surprisingly got herself 1 more helping. I respectfully declined! After having 2 large bowl fulls of her favorite Ice-cream she was too full and her belly hung out like an inviting pillow - so soft and plump and fleshy....calling out to my fist! Thankfully, she got herself some wine after the Ice-cream and had 4 pints in no time and got considerably high. She asked me to take her to the bedroom so that we could indulge in some passionate love making. I had some other plans though!
As we entered the bedroom I figured out that she was in no condition to tell light from darkness and so while she was high in a world of her own, I put her on the bed and tied her arms and legs to it. Then I balled my hand into a fist and brought it with all my force, deep into the pit of her stomach. Her eyes fell wide open at this contact and a deep guttural sound of UUUUNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!! emanated from her mouth. She was still too high to make out what was assaulting her! I repeated the procedure 5 times in the same fashion which brought out her favorite Ice-cream in a thick vomit all over herself. I finally let her rest by pumping my fist once again in the soft belly flesh of hers and held it there for a full minute - twisting it around which left no trace of Ice-cream or wine in her anymore. I truly enjoyed it!]]> When we were done with a bowl of Ice-cream, she surprisingly got herself 1 more helping. I respectfully declined! After having 2 large bowl fulls of her favorite Ice-cream she was too full and her belly hung out like an inviting pillow - so soft and plump and fleshy....calling out to my fist! Thankfully, she got herself some wine after the Ice-cream and had 4 pints in no time and got considerably high. She asked me to take her to the bedroom so that we could indulge in some passionate love making. I had some other plans though!
As we entered the bedroom I figured out that she was in no condition to tell light from darkness and so while she was high in a world of her own, I put her on the bed and tied her arms and legs to it. Then I balled my hand into a fist and brought it with all my force, deep into the pit of her stomach. Her eyes fell wide open at this contact and a deep guttural sound of UUUUNNNNNGHHHHHH!!!! emanated from her mouth. She was still too high to make out what was assaulting her! I repeated the procedure 5 times in the same fashion which brought out her favorite Ice-cream in a thick vomit all over herself. I finally let her rest by pumping my fist once again in the soft belly flesh of hers and held it there for a full minute - twisting it around which left no trace of Ice-cream or wine in her anymore. I truly enjoyed it!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=357 Sun, 21 Feb 2010 11:28:53 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=357 “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.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=356 Sat, 20 Feb 2010 17:25:37 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=356 She started with squats, they were almost too easy, and she counted each one aloud, starting to moan as she got to the thirties, at squat number forty her legs started to shake, her crotch and legs, in fact her entire body had become sweaty. She eventually finished. After catching her breath and enjoying the burning sensation in her legs, she dropped to the floor and started with her push ups. Again counting them aloud. Push ups was one of her favourite work outs, she loved the way that her arms burned, the way that her sweat dripped to the floor. She arrived at fifty pushups, her arms were shaking and sweating. Looking down, she saw her stomach, moist from sweat. She got to seventy push ups and her arms gave way, she could hear her own panting as she lay on the cold, wooden floor. She didn’t take a break because it was time for her favourite work out – sit ups.
Feeling that the tight, moist bra was becoming uncomfortable, she took it off, letting her small breasts be revealed. She lay on the floor, and started. Fifty sit ups later, Chloe was enjoying herself, her stomach was painfully burning, shaded red and soaked in sweat. She had stopped counting aloud and was now grunting and moaning, and once she had got to about eighty she couldn’t do any more. She dragged herself up and looked at the weights Amy had given her, they weighed seven kilograms each and Amy had taught her a more unconventional method of training her abs.
She took the weights and sat up with her back to a wall, she licked her lips and tensed her stomach, then smacked her abs with the weight. She gasped, it was more than she expected – in a good way. She hit herself again, and again, and again. She counted ten more and looked down at her painful, little, punished stomach. It hurt so much, but she liked it. She wanted more. She started it pummel her abs again, more, faster and harder as her body shook to try and stop her, her small breasts bouncing around. It was so painful, she grunted with every hit but didn’t slow down. Gasping and panting, she carried on, until her stomach was almost purple. Eventually finishing, she rubbed her little tummy, and then moved down to her pussy.
At school the next day, Chloe ran into Amy. Amy immediately asked “So, did you do the work out I told you about?”
“Yeah I did.” Chloe said, she made sure no one was looking and subtly lifted her t shirt to show her stomach, it was shaded red and bruised, still aching from the previous day. “Not bad.” Amy looked and took Chloe’s hand, “Come with me.” She took her to the bathrooms, and after waiting in a cubicle for twenty minutes, Amy lifted Chloe so that she sat on the sink, and kneeled down. “I figure you deserve a reward for that battered little stomach.”
“What are you doing? We’ll get caught!” Chloe hissed as Amy removed her skirt.
“Everyone’s in class. Now hold still.” She took Chloe’s red panties down. Amy licked the younger girl out, and after Chloe’s orgasm (Amy had kept her hand over Chloe’s mouth of course), Amy lifted Chloe off the sink. She left after telling Chloe to come around to hers that night, she said she’d give her a work out that she wouldn’t believe.
A note to any reading this, this story is true, and I am Chloe, but do you think I should keep writing in 3rd person or switch to 1st?]]> She started with squats, they were almost too easy, and she counted each one aloud, starting to moan as she got to the thirties, at squat number forty her legs started to shake, her crotch and legs, in fact her entire body had become sweaty. She eventually finished. After catching her breath and enjoying the burning sensation in her legs, she dropped to the floor and started with her push ups. Again counting them aloud. Push ups was one of her favourite work outs, she loved the way that her arms burned, the way that her sweat dripped to the floor. She arrived at fifty pushups, her arms were shaking and sweating. Looking down, she saw her stomach, moist from sweat. She got to seventy push ups and her arms gave way, she could hear her own panting as she lay on the cold, wooden floor. She didn’t take a break because it was time for her favourite work out – sit ups.
Feeling that the tight, moist bra was becoming uncomfortable, she took it off, letting her small breasts be revealed. She lay on the floor, and started. Fifty sit ups later, Chloe was enjoying herself, her stomach was painfully burning, shaded red and soaked in sweat. She had stopped counting aloud and was now grunting and moaning, and once she had got to about eighty she couldn’t do any more. She dragged herself up and looked at the weights Amy had given her, they weighed seven kilograms each and Amy had taught her a more unconventional method of training her abs.
She took the weights and sat up with her back to a wall, she licked her lips and tensed her stomach, then smacked her abs with the weight. She gasped, it was more than she expected – in a good way. She hit herself again, and again, and again. She counted ten more and looked down at her painful, little, punished stomach. It hurt so much, but she liked it. She wanted more. She started it pummel her abs again, more, faster and harder as her body shook to try and stop her, her small breasts bouncing around. It was so painful, she grunted with every hit but didn’t slow down. Gasping and panting, she carried on, until her stomach was almost purple. Eventually finishing, she rubbed her little tummy, and then moved down to her pussy.
At school the next day, Chloe ran into Amy. Amy immediately asked “So, did you do the work out I told you about?”
“Yeah I did.” Chloe said, she made sure no one was looking and subtly lifted her t shirt to show her stomach, it was shaded red and bruised, still aching from the previous day. “Not bad.” Amy looked and took Chloe’s hand, “Come with me.” She took her to the bathrooms, and after waiting in a cubicle for twenty minutes, Amy lifted Chloe so that she sat on the sink, and kneeled down. “I figure you deserve a reward for that battered little stomach.”
“What are you doing? We’ll get caught!” Chloe hissed as Amy removed her skirt.
“Everyone’s in class. Now hold still.” She took Chloe’s red panties down. Amy licked the younger girl out, and after Chloe’s orgasm (Amy had kept her hand over Chloe’s mouth of course), Amy lifted Chloe off the sink. She left after telling Chloe to come around to hers that night, she said she’d give her a work out that she wouldn’t believe.
A note to any reading this, this story is true, and I am Chloe, but do you think I should keep writing in 3rd person or switch to 1st?]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=355 Thu, 18 Feb 2010 19:44:30 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=355

(This is a real life true story and is not stolen or imagined from anything or anyone. People who are not comfortable with the extreme pain stuffs please do not read it. It contains Domination, Nudity, Extreme torture, Belly torture, blood etc. It is my humble request for people specially suffering from Cardiac and High Blood Pressure not to read this. I don’t want anybody feel bad or suffer in anyway or the other. I also do not mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, if I do, I sincerely apologize)

Hello people, this is Sonali again to bother you. I would like to give you all a brief description of myself first and then continue.
My name is Sonali, I am an Indian girl just turned 22 on 5th November 2005. I am a still a student, I was supposed to be in the 6th semester by now but due to some intense sickness I had one-year drop. I am quite a good student as I always top the class. By the way, I must tell you all that I have a great fetish for pain since I was 14 years old. Luckily I have 2 friends of mine, my childhood friends who torture my belly almost everyday since I was 14 years old. They live with me in our house. I must also let you all know that I have a huge tolerance for pain. My pain threshold is very high. I have been practicing to take enormous amount on pain on my body specially my stomach. For this reason we have trained my stomach for it. My friends say that I have the best stomach in the world to be punished. We have worked on my stomach quite a bit to make it the way it looks now. I do not like hard washboard kind of stomach. I have a 22” waist with my stomach naturally concave, looks like I am sucking in the stomach but I am not. It is like this. I have undergone years of corset training too and this not only made my stomach smaller and more concave but also made my stomach muscles too weak. So any punches on my stomach would be directly hitting the guts, no muscle protection there. I also have an innie oval shaped navel and my skin does not have any spots or marks on it. I am 22 years old, 5’6” height and 110lbs weight. My body is 34c/22/33.

Now let’s come back to the main part. I am here about to tell you all about one full months experience of pain enduring days. But before that I must tell you all something about my friends. I have 4 friends, two of them are my childhood friends and the other two are friends who love giving pain. My childhood friends are Sonia and Preety. The other two are Pousali and Sruti.
Now let’s give you and idea of my friends.
Sonia – 5’8” tall, 140lbs weight, extremely sadistic, I fear she might kill me someday, knows a bit of kickboxing and knows how to punch and kick very hard.
Preety – 5’7” tall, 130 lbs weight, she is also very sadistic but certainly not as much as Sonia, has learnt to punch very hard from Sonia who trains all of us excluding me.
Pousali – 5’8” tall, 180 lbs weight, extremely sadistic like Sonia, not a hard puncher but her weight and attitude is very rude, uses her weight to good effect. She is a friend of Preety.
Sruti – 5’7” tall, 175lbs weight, she is the oldest of us and a professional doctor possesses a nursing home of hers. She is not a sadist but loves my stomach a lot. She always says that she is really amazed how much pain that my body can take and still with no permanent internal damages. I must let you know how we met. Sonia admitted me to her hospital and as being a doctor she instantly understood seeing my body that it was badly beaten up. Sonia and Preety told her everything and then she also disclosed she also had a dominatrix in herself. Thus she also became our team member. She is the one because of whom I am still living in one piece; she is the one who draws the line from where my body does not get any permanent damage.

I must let you all know that we have a countryside house of ours; it’s quite a big house in the village area and about 10kms away from the city and no human habitation in 1km radius. My dad bought that house to spend holidays and to relax there. But he never goes there. There is a woman there who is among the tribal who cleans the house everyday and is doing this for the past 12 years. She lives in that house but when we go there she leaves for her village to see her family. We have made that house of ours as a dungeon of ours where I am the slave within the grasp of the dominatrix.

We decided that we should spend one full month in there and the days should be full of pain for me. For three month they prepared my body for the 30 days of pain that I have to face. Everyday on the morning Sonia and Preety used to trample my belly for 1 full hour and then massage it as deeply as possible. Then I had to spend the entire day wearing an 18” waist corset under my shirts. Due to such extensive corset training I could not eat much at a time. Actually what they wanted is that my stomach should be as soft and as concave as possible for the month.

At last the day to begin our journey came.

DAY 1
We all four packed our bags and boarded the car and started our journey. We took two cars; one a Tata Sumo car that is made for 15 people and SH took her small 2-seater maruti car. I saw that in the back of Sruti’s car there are lots of medicines, bottles of glucose, saline etc. for emergency purpose. And our car contained lots of bags containing heavy materials, ropes, rods and many other utensils they have collected for months.
So we started our journey. Sruti was riding her car and Preety was driving our car with me in the middle and Sonia and Pousali on my two sides. We were singing and having fun in the journey, after we were into the village road and away from any habitation suddenly Sonia grabbed my hair and pulled me back. My body was almost arched over the back seat. Pousali unbuttoned my shirt and tried to pull me down pulling at the jeans. My hands were protecting my hair as Sonia was pulling really heavily. Pousali also unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it off. So I was there in my panty and bra.
The road was quite bumpy so they made me sit in between them, my hands over their neck on both sides, legs locked by their legs; they started caressing my breasts and started a fun play in the car. I was getting so much turned on. They did read my eyes and started giving me light punches in my stomach. Then Sonia got an idea. She put a Coke Can on the floor of the car, my belly on it face down and then both of them stepped their foot on my back. The road was really bumpy and the can was getting deep in my belly, I was hurting. The journey continued for another one hour like that. At last we arrived at our countryside house. They dragged me out of the car with my hair. I was really amazed why are they behaving like this? The answer came a bit later. We entered the house; I was holding my stomach as it hurts a bit with that all bumpy ride. We carried all our stuffs inside the house. Then I was told to get some shower, so I did. It felt great to have a shower after such a bumpy ride.
I came out in the center room wearing a bra and a low cut jeans short that we bought for me. Maximum of my belly was viewable. By the time they all got freshened up, all had shower and we came to the dining table. There were fruits, sandwiches in the table. I was very hungry almost starving, so I extended my hands for an able but Pousali blocked me and said NO. Then Preety handed me a piece of paper and said, “from today onwards you will be our slave, we will treat you as we like, from today onwards your body will be ours”. Saying this my heart started beating at a random pace with excitement and fear too. I opened the paper and there were instructions written there.
“Sonali, our dearest friend, you know how much we love you, u know we will never do anything to destroy your life. This time the pain will be different. From today onwards you will be our SLAVE. We can do anything and anywhere of your body. You will have to take all what we give to you. You will not complain, not even protest or you will have to feel the consequence. We will inflict pain in your body to the level that your body cannot take anymore and will test your limits also. Whether you agree or not you are our PAIN SLAVE from now on.”
I became very afraid seeing the greedy and cruel eyes of my friends. I was asking myself what I have done, where I have landed. Suddenly all four of them stood up and started walking towards me. I was scared to death what will they do to me? Sruti went inside the room and brought a packet containing a short. I have never seen shorts as short and small as that. I was asked to wear it. I took it and tried to go inside to change and suddenly got a huge pull at my hair by Pousali. Preety slapped my face quite hard and Sonia ordered me to change in front of them.
“What are you talking, have you gone crazy, plz leave me and let me go in and change”, Sonali.
You will have to do what we order, SLAVE (Pousali).
The word “SLAVE” looked very humiliating. I was hesitating and this resulted with a huge punch by Sonia in my stomach, I doubled up.
Then Sruti came forward and held my face with both hands carefully as a mother does to her child and told me very gently, “ Sonali you know we are your friends and you know we are here to have fun so plz co-operate with us”. I agreed and reluctantly unzipped my jeans and my panty and wore that shorts.
It was too short, like a panty exposing my entire belly, starting just inches above my private parts. Then with a yank Sonia and Pousali tore off my T-Shirt and the bra that I was wearing. I was half nude standing in front of them. My hands instinctively crossed to close my breasts. Sonia brought some ropes and hogtied me in a peculiar situation. I was standing there and it felt my upper body being stretched by a torture rack. She tied my left wrist with my right shoulder and right wrist with my left shoulder both the hands moving over my head. The entire torso was raised an inch or two. My stomach went in deep, my ribs jutting out as was the hipbones. Suddenly all four of them started caressing and kissing every part of my body. It felt sooooo good; they even started playing with my pussy. I was about to cum and they stopped. I begged to them to please continue but they didn’t. It was night I was tied like that sitting in the dining room seeing all my friends eating delicious foods. I was starving and begged them to give me something to eat. The only gave me a glass containing glucose water with a straw. I drank them like a hungry and thirsty dog. In the night I was held to my rood like that and allowed to sleep like that. I hardly could sleep as I was hungry and also the pain in my shoulders and wrists were killing me.


DAY 2

In the morning at around 3am, Preety came in and handed me over with a paper, untied me and left. In the paper it was written the entire day’s schedule.
What was written there is as follows –
“Slave Sonali, here is what you will be doing from today onwards everyday, on failing to do anything wrong and if you are behind time then you will be punished and we mean we will punish you severely.
4:00am: Get up from sleep and brush up.
4:15am: Clean the entire house first using the vacuum cleaner and then mob up the entire house. We do not want to see one single dust around the house or else you know what will happen to you.
5:30am: You have to clean all the leaves and water all the plants of the garden.
6:30am: You have to cook foods for all of us, make breakfast and the lunch and put it in the refrigerator. Arrange the breakfast table.
7:30am: You have to wake us all up, get our toothpaste and brush ready.
8:00am: You have to stay on all four of yours like a dog in front of the breakfast table and if we feel satisfied we might give you some food.
8:30am: Yours bathing time, we will be assisting you in it everyday and we must let you know it will be fun.
9:30am: Our bathing time will have to serve hot water and towels for us.
10:30am: Your torture time continuing till 2pm.
2:30pm: You will have to serve us lunch (we doubt for how many days you will be able to do that after the torture period).
3:00pm: You have to make snacks for us for the evening.
5:30pm: Again Torture time.
10:00pm: Your dinnertime.
10:30pm: Again your torture time (the smallest).
11:00pm: You will have access to the computer, this is the only fun time you will be having, you will be tied for sure but from 11:00pm onwards the time is yours. But if we like we might add some pain to you also. It will depend on our mood.
So my dear SLAVE have fun and ENJOY”.

Reading these I thought they must have gone crazy. I will not live much undergoing all these stuffs. I thought how should I endure all the month. But then I thought NO, Lets try it out. May be after 30 days I won’t be there living in one piece but I will let my friends’ dream come true. I feared if I don’t co-operate I might loose my friends. So I decided it is better to take all they can dish out to me than loose one single friend.
So I started, I did everything written in that schedule in time, woke them up and waited on all four in the breakfast table. They were all joking how messy I looked and called me a dog. I felt very humiliated.
I told them I am very hungry please give me some food. They said later.
Than it was time for my bath. I must let you all we have a big bathroom; it is about 15’ by 12’ size. I was ordered to take off that small shorts and to lie down on the cold tiled floor. I obeyed. Then Preety took that hand shower and sprayed water all over my body and cleaned me up. Then I saw Sruti came up with a pipe and a nozzle, which are used for giving enema. I didn’t found any enema bag. I was very scared; will they give me an enema? I found out the answer soon.
They really gave me a small enema and it really cleaned me out. But they when they entered that hose in my ass it was really painful. But a nice enema was good pleasure. They gave me 3 small enemas. I was totally clean from inside. My stomach looked even more concave now. After each enema Sruti and Pousali the heaviest of the girls trampled my stomach to bring out everything from inside my stomach. For the fourth enema I was ordered to lie down on my back and they said they want to see how much my stomach can expand and how much water can my belly take. I was really scared hearing this. They turned the tap to full and water entered my belly very fast. My belly which was totally emptied my the last 3 enemas and which went deep in and looked so much concave began to swell. This time it hurts so much I began to scream when Pousali and Preety help my arms and legs so I could not move while Sonia continued to pour in water in my stomach. My stomach swelled to the level of my ribs and they said that this time I looked to have a flat stomach rather than a concave stomach. My stomach almost swelled to 3-4 inches when Sruti stopped the water. It hurts so much I that I could hardly breathe. Then Sonia said “let’s trample her stomach now”. I thought this time surely I am going to die as I felt my intestines were going to burst out. I was crying heavily could hardly breathe when Sruti stopped them. They gave me a break of 5 minutes and again started the torture. This went for about 20 minutes. After this painful bath they emptied my stomach completely and dragged me with my hair all along the floor.
I had to lie on the dinner table and they used my sunken in super concave stomach as their dinner table. It was a great feeling. I was extremely hungry almost starving but the situation was so erotic I almost came. Adding to this they put some ice cream on my body and they all started licking it off my body.
This was just a mere start. The real pain came next. I was enjoying the situation.
Then the torture time came on the first day. I was tied on the floor spread-eagled and blindfolded. They took turns trampling my stomach to mesh. Sruti and Pousali both together trampled my stomach. It seemed I would pass out of the pain. Next the plan of Pousali what I heard shocked me. They all wanted to trample my stomach all at a time. Pousali had her one foor in my navel; Sruti concentrated the lower belly and Sonia on the upper stomach while Preety started playing with my clits so the pleasure might take away some pain. This continued for one full hour. My brain was about to burst when Sruti stopped them. Then Sonia said how about us jumping on her belly from some height and let’s check out how much she can take. They all agreed. So they went in the storeroom and bought a steel adjustable ladder.
The next thing they did was securing my body very tightly so that I could not move a single part of my body. My wrists and ankles were tied with leather straps with hooks and foam padding inside so as not to damage my skin. They picked up the ladder and dropped it on my stomach when I was least expecting. Then they took turns to jump on my stomach from different heights.
Sruti jumped from 3 feet four times. Preety did that 10times from 5 feet. Sonia also did the same. But after 3 jumps of Pousali from 5 feet, I passed out. The pain was tremendous.
I was revived with splash of cold water. And Pousali completed her 10 times. My belly was totally destroyed. The next whole day I was tied on the bed spread-eagled and they all took turns playing with my navel.
They kissed, ticked, poured hot wax, used needles, pliers etc. on my navel.
At 10:00pm I was given some food. But sadly it was only 2 glasses of fruit juice and glucose water.
They did not torture me that night. The only thing they did was tie me spread-eagled and secured a 50lbs iron ball on my stomach the entire night and I had to sleep with that pain in my stomach.
I was in pure hell.

DAY 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

I was forced to wake up at 4am and did all the homely work just as a slave. Then I was bathed, tortured and again tortured. All this continued for the rest 6 days.
The only difference was in the nights they tried to punch out whatever food I have taken. Then I was hogtied in between 2 walls 4 feet apart. In front of her was her computer where she had access to the net. There was a 3’9” size iron rod with blunt end fitted tightly between my navel and the wall. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair she was sitting in. My knees were spread apart and tied up.
To add to all this uncomfortable bondage an electric dildo was inserted in my pussy, which emits electric shocks, every 5 mints.
To make her pain worse her nipples were tied with one piece of string and pulled closer. The rod in my navel was adjusted so as to touch her spine.
As per the idea of Sonia two more rods were pushed in to press the solar plexus area and the lower belly area and was adjusted such to get maximum penetration.
Only my hands and head were free to move.
I was even given a gag in her mouth.
I was told if any of the attachments were removed or moved in any way, I would be in real serious trouble. They blackmailed me if I move any of the bondage and not co-operate with them, I would lose their friendship. It was a shock to me. I decided to die rather than have any relationship broken.
I could not sleep well.
This continued for the first 8 days.

The next 10days was unimaginable. When I think of it, I feel amazed how could I survived this kind of pain and how could my friends do this to me.

DAY 9

Preety forcibly waked me up at 4am; I did all my jobs for the day.
Then it was time for my bath. The enema that they gave me was a very painful enema.
It seemed that they just don’t want my bowels to be emptied; it seemed they wanted to empty the entire stomach cavity. I was tied spread-eagled on the bathroom floor and my entire body was trampled all four of them trampled my body all at a time. But I felt the most humiliated what Sonia did to me, she humiliated me the most. I think about it now and think how could she do such terrible thing to me. She peed on my face.
Initially I was really angry, so the started punching my belly. But this time I didn’t enjoyed a little.
(But later in the night Sonia understood her fault and came to my room and apologized to me and told me may be she got a bit carried away)
After the morning breakfast, I was a bit angry and humiliated at what happened. I was weeping all the time and thinking how could Sonia do that to me. I was fasting, as I have not eaten anything. But in anger of the humiliation I did not beg like a dog to them. I thought let them dish out whatever they want on me. Let them kill me.

Today they planned on a belly-punching contest. This is not a contest that one punches the other and sees who stands the best talking punches, but the rules that they set just shacked me up from bottom to top.
They decided to tie me spread-eagled at the wall and would punch me and see how much depth each one of them can go in.
Thus I was tied as an X stretched at the walls. They inserted some pillows behind my back so as to arch my back. My body was stretched at its limit and my stomach was a wide-open target for them. My ribs and hipbones jutting out as is to tear the skin, the stomach seemed to be sucked in at its best and the whole body stretched. Then they blindfolded me and put a pillow behind my head so that I do not damage my head.

I heard they were setting up the rules and doing the toss that who will go first. The rule was very simple, each of them will have 10 punches and with that they need to go as deep as possible. They had gloves in their hand, where the fingers were cut off, the knuckles were protected. In their wrist there were three colored bands tied, a brown followed by yellow and red.
They will measure who goes till the red band.

Sruti was first. She punched fiercely, but I must let her know she is a great doctor but not a good puncher, even in my stomach she could not go past the violet band. But what she did was she has really hurt my insides, she hurt me in the most painful areas of my stomach, which will hurt me more. Her target area was my lower belly, going as low as possible.

Next was Pousali, she is a mad girl. She has been learning to punch from Sonia and used all the knowledge. She used her entire body and shoulder weight against each punch. She targeted the solar plexus and the bellybutton area. She tried to go all the way and went to the red band from the 2nd punch. The last 5 punches were given to me by running about 5 feet and charging and giving some devastating blows. The last 3 of them were targeted to the solar plexus and 2 of them hit my ribs very hard. I was crying in pain. The entire wind from my lungs were knocked out by those punches, I was about to black out. Pousali was in no mood of stopping when Sruti stopped her.

I was given a 15 minutes break. Then it was Sonia, she was not very strong but she knows how to punch and her punches really penetrated to my spin. She also reached the red band easily in the 1st punch. Now her idea was to inflict the maximum pain in my belly. She gave me vicious upper cuts, which entered my lower belly and was pushing all the organs inside the ribcage. Some upper cuts were given in the upper stomach and it seemed she was in a mood of destroying my heart passing through the diaphragm. On her 8th punch I passed out.

Next was Preety, who punched me when I was out cold. Fortunately I didn’t know what happened in between. I came to know about this when I came to my senses.

When I came back to my senses I found my entire stomach on fire, the insides seemed to be crushed as a pancake, the pain was enormous. I again wanted to pass out. I found myself tied spread-eagled on the dining table. They were having their lunch watching and enjoying the concavity of my stomach. I doubt if anyone was aware of the pain I was in. I tried to talk but found I was gagged. I tried to tell them about the pain and the hunger in my stomach, but unfortunately I was gagged; only my tears said the words that I wanted to say. They left me like that till 4pm and I slept in between.

At 4 pm they untied me but not removed my gag. My head was spinning, as I was too weak.

Their next plan was even more frightening, they were on a contest where they get 10 minutes each, they can do anything on my body and they have to inflict so much pain that I have to pass out. The one who can pass me out the fastest wins. Their prize would be 2 ice creams from my stomach.
Sruti said she should not participate in this; her job would be to make sure they do not kill me.

They tied me spread-eagled on the floor, blindfold on, gagged securely tied so that I can’t move a single part of my body except the fingers of my hand and legs.

As Sonia was the strongest, so she gets the first change to knock me out. In the first 2 minutes she gave relentless hard uppercuts landing below the navel and ending just under the ribs. I was really amazed that I didn’t pass out with such torture. Seeing I have not passed out she really got angry and forcibly inserted 2 fingers in my pussy and gave a huge pull. The sudden pain hit my head like a 440-volt current and I passed out (luckily).

Sruti revived me and she checked me whether any permanent damage was done or not. Satisfying that no permanent internal damage, she gave green signal for Preety.

Next was Preety, she started pinching my nipples extremely hard for 2 mints. My nipples became numb; tears were flowing through my cheeks. Now for the next 30 seconds she tried her best to rib off the nipples when Sruti stopped her and asked her to go for some other move. She has string fingers and she went for a devastating belly claw. Within 2 mints my body was paralyzed by the pain and lack of breath and I passed out.

Sruti again revived me after 5 mints.

The last was Pousali, I heard she bringing the adjustable ladder near me. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my belly; I wanted to curl up into a ball clutch my aching belly. I knew she jumped from that ladder on my belly. She kept standing there and grinding her entire weight in my all ready vulnerable guts. She did this process 4 more times and I could feel blood rushing up my throats. Next she kneed from the ladder with all her weight and I threw up lots of blood and by body went limp and I passed out.

When I came back I found myself tied with the posts of the bed. Sruti was beside me nursing me up. When I came back to my senses she told me I did well to take all that pain. She gave me a couple of injections in my veins and then applied the saline through my veins. I looked at the watch it was 10pm. I asked her why am I being tied, she told me that my pain days are not over yet, I have to take more. I was thinking how much more can my body take.

At 10:30pm they came back, the saline was removed. They all sat beside me. I saw they had wooden ruler in their hand. The 12 inches rulers that we used in our childhood days in school, these are quite thick. They said they wanted to play with my belly with those. Sruti objected but they said they would only take 30 minutes. With those wooden rulers they started spanking my stomach extremely hard. Within minutes my already bruised and battered stomach turned red as rose. Then they started scratching my belly. Then thy spanked my pussy and breasts very hard. Pousali was concentrating on my belly, Preety with my tits and Sonia my pussy. I don’t know whether Pousali is a human being or not she was beating so hard that the ruler broke in 2 pieces. Then they all 4 of them kissed every single part of my body and I hit about 3 orgasms. After 45 mints they left and before leaving Sruti gave me some fruit juices to drink and then a sleeping injection and I had a lovely sleep.

DAY 10

I was treated as a queen to get myself all healed up.

DAY 11

The day started as the other painful days, after bath they prepared me for pain. I saw there are 7 real baseball bats heaped beside the dining table. I knew what would be coming up. They tied my hands in the same hogtied position where one wrist is tied up with the other shoulder on top of the head tight and secured so that I cannot move my heard and my torso always remains stretched. I don’t know why but they didn’t blindfold me this time. I was placed on the dining table and they put the jug full of ice water on my stomach. It felt nice and I was getting exited. After having their breakfast Pousali took and apple and pressed it deep in my navel and started to massage my guts. It hurts a lot but it also felt nice to. But the pains in my shoulders were increasing.
Sonia told me that today I myself have to torture myself. They took me to the next room where I saw that there was a stick about 6’ long and 2” in diameter with the end blunt was fixed horizontal to the ground. There was a cardboard attached to the stick about 4’ from the end of the stick. I was instructed to place my navel on the stick and I have to push forward and touch the cardboard with my head. The idea was to press the stick as deep as possible in my belly. I smiled and thought within myself I will give my best to touch that cardboard whatever happens. Let the stick pass through but I have to touch it. It would be nice pain. As I placed my navel and pressed a bit Sonia, Preety and Pousali grabbed my stomach, breasts and pussy respectively and started squeezing them hard. Now it was time for me to go in.
I pressed in deep and gave my entire body weight to go ass deep as possible. My stomach was in huge pain but my aim was the cardboard so I lied on the stick and pressed in and tried to reach as far as possible. I heard Preety said that might be I need their help.
Hearing that all 4 of them started pushing me from the back. I was completely impaled on that stick. It seemed that my spine would break into pieces when Sruti stopped them and I fell off that stick and passed out.
When I came back to my senses I found myself on the floor face up, my arms were tied in the same position. I felt something cold on my stomach, and found out that it was them who were eating ice cream using my stomach as a bowl. I tried to sit up but it hurts too much to even move a single muscle.
After they finished their ice cream, I asked them how much more do I need to endure? In reply they just smiled and kissed me on my lips. Sruti told me that my stomach is very vulnerable but it is nowhere close to any kind of permanent damage. This time their target is to inflict, as much damage to my body as possible and Sruti will be there to see that it does not get out of hand. They gave me that day off.

DAY 12

They gave me the entire day off, as they must have planned something insane for tomorrow.

DAY 13

The next day after completing the daily routine, my arms were again tied in the same position. My torso was stretched and my stomach looked so flat and concave and vulnerable too. I saw that Preety brought a stick that looks like a police baton. The handle was in the middle and was 2.5inches in length blunt and round ended. The length of the stick just exact to fit in between my ribs and the pelvic bone while the handle would push into my navel. The stick was tied and fit in my stomach with the handle pressing my navel and the two ends pressing my ribs and the pubic bones.

Next Pousali brought a rope and it was wound round my waist and then the 2 ends were held by the 4 2 on each side. They were playing tug of war and the rope was tightening around my waist grinding in that baton stick in my stomach. My friends were using their full body strength to pull it as hard as possible. I was completely out of breath. I was suffocating. The baton was grinding in my stomach cutting all the oxygen to go into my lungs. The pain was indescribable. My eyes rolled back and I was fainting when suddenly I heard a loud crack. It was the stick, which broke off. It was a relief for a moment but suddenly I found that the rope was constricting my stomach. May be by now they have constricted my stomach to 15inches.
However after this they let go the rope and I fall on the ground and though my arms were tied on top still I brought my legs close to my body and curl up into a ball.
Sruti and Preety came to me and started massaging my already bruised stomach. It really felt great. Then the thought came to me that may be something new is waiting for me.

I was right. After 1hr of belly massage they untied my arms and tied me on the floor spread-eagled. My eyes were blindfolded. Then they brought a 50lbs iron ball and dropped it on my stomach. The entire stomach caved in and a huge shot of pain hit me. I wanted to fold in pain as the ball surely had hit my spine and really hard. Then they started to roll the ball gradually all over my stomach. The pain was indescribable. It was really a hard time for me to breathe. To add to my miseries Pousali stood on the ball right at my navel. She tried her best to grind my insides into pulp. Then I felt blood in my mouth. I was coughing up blood. Seeing that may be Pousali got a bit scared and she stepped down. Instantly Sruti came in and checked me but she said I could take more. Next the ball was again placed on my stomach and all 4 of them took turn to grind my stomach. I was profusely coughing up blood and at last passed out, as my nerves could not take any more pain.

DAY 14

When I came back to my senses I found myself on the bed of my room and Sruti sitting by me nursing me. Her touch felt good but suddenly I felt great pain in my guts. Sruti helped me see my own sunken in stomach and it was all red and bruised heavily. Next came some words, which were like boon from god. I was about to plead to Sruti not to torture me so much. It is way beyond my limit. But Sruti told me the next 4 days I won’t be tortured anymore, as I need to heal a bit.

DAY 15, 16, 17 and 18

But I was not totally spared; they played with my bellybutton and my sunken belly with ice and warm water. But this was no pain; rather these 4 days were really sensual for me. I lost count how many times I came in these 2 days. They didn’t leave any ways to seduce me to cum. And every orgasm was more intense and long lasting than the previous one.

DAY 19

When I woke up at 4pm I saw that the bruise and most of the pain has faded in my stomach. I ran my hands over my sunken stomach and it felt much better. I also realized that my honeymoon period of 4days is over. From today again my ordeal will start. As an obedient slave I cleaned the whole house and did all the instructions that were given to me. I cooked the food also. Then I was taken for bath and today they gave me real heavy enema. The amount of water, which was inserted in my stomach, was more than I could endure. I could not hold on and as a result I was punished heavily. I was given 8 enemas constantly. I thought might be today they wanted all my insides to be washed out.

But today there was a bit different from the other days, as they didn’t trample my belly with the water inside. I thought might be they forgot to do that. May be they had some insane plan in mind. After they had their food, I was tied spread eagled on the dining table. By eyes were not blindfolded. But my bondage was really tight. I could not move one single centimeter. However, I could move my head to see what was going on. But I could not lift my head. Next thing I saw they Sruti brought some a bucket full of ice. And all of them started rubbing extremely cold ice on my belly, tits and pussy. It felt great initially but later it hurt. It was like a cold burning sensation. I could not avoid the ice. They all were wearing gloves but my bare skin became really sensitive to those ices. After a couple of hours I felt real pain. My stomach muscles are cramping up. They applied those ice for one more hours when I was screaming at the top of my voice in pain. I never thought ice could cause so much pain in the body. My stomach muscles were all cramped up and I was in deep pain. They untied me and it was really hard for me to move a single inches.

Later I came to know that this was the idea of Sruti. I thought she was my savior but the idea she put forward to these sadists broke my heart. I was in real pain but I also knew something worse was coming up. They won’t stop with this only.

I was right. They asked me to get down and go towards the pillar in the west of the room. I really struggled to get down from the table. In fact I fall off the table hurting my knees. When I was getting late and was literally crawling towards the pillar at a snail’s pace Preety came running and gave I a vicious kick in my stomach and I flew a few feet away. She ordered me to get up on my feet and walk but I was really in great pain. Seeing that I was completely not able to move, Sonia came in and stomped me on my left leg with her boot right on the shin bone. I cried out in pain, my stomach and now my leg is in real pain.

Frustrated by my pace they hauled me up forcefully and carried me towards that cylindrical pillar. There were two padded cuffs hanging from the back of the pillar. I was hauled up and my hands were tied to them over my head and at the backside of the pillar. My feet were about 6 inches off the ground. My body was stretched and chest pushed and stomach sucked in as a result of this kind of bondage. Similarly, my legs were also tied to the backside of the pillar and stretched as much as possible. My stomach was the only target that they could see in front of them, sunken cramped and vulnerable. I saw Preety brought 4 baseball bats, real baseball bats and distributed to them.

Sonia said lets get her cramps free. After that Sonia started digging my upper stomach and navel and Pousali concentrated on my low belly with their bats. They were literally digging a hole through my stomach. After 10 minutes I passed out.

I was revived with some smelling salt. When I opened my eyes I found Preety replacing Pousali and again my ordeal continues. I cried out to stop, as this was way off the limit. Sruti stopped them and after some examination asked them to wait for some time. Then she brought an electric dildo, pushed it in me and switched it on. Her theory was let the pleasure take away the pain. Two more electrodes were connected with my nipples. The impulses were forcing me towards orgasms every 2 minutes. Then they started pounding my stomach once again, this time I didn’t felt too much of pain but the pleasure were huge. Pousali had different idea. She suggested they would give me so much pain that I won't feel any pleasure though connected with the electrical instruments.

She brought a rope and tied by stomach just above the navel and tied really tightly. All 4-girl power was in that stomach bondage with the pillar. That part of the stomach seemed to have constricted to 15”. Then they took their own weapon and started pounding my lower belly. I forgot all my pleasure. I could not breathe and I again started coughing up blood with each hit. Then they removed the electrodes as well as the rope and allowed me to settle down a bit. They gave me a rest of 3hrs but tied in that position. In the mean time Sruti came in and nursed me, gave me some injection and whipped off the blood on my body that I have coughed out.

On that very night, my condition worsened. Sruti was also afraid and she examined me and suggested me to be taken to a hospital. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. Sruti took me to her nursing home and my treatment started. I had some internal injuries. I heard later that Sonia and Pousali suggested her to cure me for one final assault. Sruti agreed.

Day 24

Sruti came to me and said that I need to be back in the same house for one final assault. I started crying. I begged to her. I told her that my body cannot take any more pain. She has healed me up by 10% only, the red marks and the bruises were gone but internally I am really vulnerable. Sruti assured me that my body is ready for one final assault. I gave up. I got the idea that may be this time surely I would die.

I remember while I was coming back to the house. All the way I was thinking of my parents and my elder brother. I was thinking what would happen when they will hear that their little doll is no more. They love me too much. I cried all the way. My friends asked me what’s happened. But I kept silent.

When we came home, they ordered me to strip naked. I obeyed and did as they told me. They again were happy seeing my body, no marks and clean. Suddenly I burst into tears and hug Sonia and Preety really tight.

Something changed because of this. It was Sonia who said, “Sona!!(That’s what they call me when loved) What happened baby, we are not going to kill you. Do not worry. We love you more than you do.” Then she turned to the others and commanded, “NO MORE PAIN TO HER. We have been with her for years and gave her pain but never did she break like this. I think she is really hurt, physically and mentally.” I could not believe what I was hearing.

After that the care that they took of my body was simply unbelievable. They all loved me, my body; I came numerous times a day. I was cared like a newly born child cared by four mothers.

Day 30

I woke up in the morning and saw that Preety is standing by me with a glass of juice. I drank the juice and at around 10 a.m. when all of them came to my room, I asked, “What was your plan for the final assault?”
Pousali: Something really painful.
Sonali: that is what I am asking, what were your plans?
Preety: hit you with a car.
Sonali: What?? I mean WOW!!!
They were surprised with my reaction.
Sonali: I turned towards Sruti and asked, “Am I ready to take this?”
Sruti: Partly.
How much can my body take?
How much do you want to go?
Till I pass out while Cumming.
Sona, you already have some internal injuries and this may lead you not having a baby in the future.
NO!!! (commanded Preety)
Why?
We love you too much and we do not have the right to spoil your future. What we can give u is punch you till you cum or pass out. Nothing more than that. You need to recover.
I agreed.

Thus they started loving my body with some punches to my stomach and tits.

After another week I was transferred to the nursing home of Sruti and after 1 month I came home.

THE END!!!

Friends, I have to end here. The end part was written by me after I came back from the hospital. I have some injuries and Sruti asked me no more heavy belly pain in the next 6 months. Now I am almost cured. Please e-mail me or IM me at Sonali_love_2004@yahoo.co.in or Sonali_love_2004 in Yahoo Messenger. I think most of you would think that what happened to me is unreal and may be I am bluffing. But I swear every single words are 100% truth. This was the worst 30 days of my life. I endured intolerable pain and pleasure too. This was the first time probably I begged to stop the pain. I apologize for my language as English is not my language and I am not very much comfortable writing. I must also let you know that I am not a writer.

I must also let you know that my marriage is finalized and it would be talking place the end of 2007, may be December. I don’t think I will be available too much online, however, I have bought a new Laptop and I think I will try to meet you all online.

I love to view belly or pain related clippings or movies. If you have any please send them to me. I would be highly obliged to see them. I also love to read pain or belly related stories. I love making new friends and love to chat on this topic.

Special thanks to my friends like Ricky, Jack, Voayer, npuncher,]]>

(This is a real life true story and is not stolen or imagined from anything or anyone. People who are not comfortable with the extreme pain stuffs please do not read it. It contains Domination, Nudity, Extreme torture, Belly torture, blood etc. It is my humble request for people specially suffering from Cardiac and High Blood Pressure not to read this. I don’t want anybody feel bad or suffer in anyway or the other. I also do not mean to hurt anyone’s feelings, if I do, I sincerely apologize)

Hello people, this is Sonali again to bother you. I would like to give you all a brief description of myself first and then continue.
My name is Sonali, I am an Indian girl just turned 22 on 5th November 2005. I am a still a student, I was supposed to be in the 6th semester by now but due to some intense sickness I had one-year drop. I am quite a good student as I always top the class. By the way, I must tell you all that I have a great fetish for pain since I was 14 years old. Luckily I have 2 friends of mine, my childhood friends who torture my belly almost everyday since I was 14 years old. They live with me in our house. I must also let you all know that I have a huge tolerance for pain. My pain threshold is very high. I have been practicing to take enormous amount on pain on my body specially my stomach. For this reason we have trained my stomach for it. My friends say that I have the best stomach in the world to be punished. We have worked on my stomach quite a bit to make it the way it looks now. I do not like hard washboard kind of stomach. I have a 22” waist with my stomach naturally concave, looks like I am sucking in the stomach but I am not. It is like this. I have undergone years of corset training too and this not only made my stomach smaller and more concave but also made my stomach muscles too weak. So any punches on my stomach would be directly hitting the guts, no muscle protection there. I also have an innie oval shaped navel and my skin does not have any spots or marks on it. I am 22 years old, 5’6” height and 110lbs weight. My body is 34c/22/33.

Now let’s come back to the main part. I am here about to tell you all about one full months experience of pain enduring days. But before that I must tell you all something about my friends. I have 4 friends, two of them are my childhood friends and the other two are friends who love giving pain. My childhood friends are Sonia and Preety. The other two are Pousali and Sruti.
Now let’s give you and idea of my friends.
Sonia – 5’8” tall, 140lbs weight, extremely sadistic, I fear she might kill me someday, knows a bit of kickboxing and knows how to punch and kick very hard.
Preety – 5’7” tall, 130 lbs weight, she is also very sadistic but certainly not as much as Sonia, has learnt to punch very hard from Sonia who trains all of us excluding me.
Pousali – 5’8” tall, 180 lbs weight, extremely sadistic like Sonia, not a hard puncher but her weight and attitude is very rude, uses her weight to good effect. She is a friend of Preety.
Sruti – 5’7” tall, 175lbs weight, she is the oldest of us and a professional doctor possesses a nursing home of hers. She is not a sadist but loves my stomach a lot. She always says that she is really amazed how much pain that my body can take and still with no permanent internal damages. I must let you know how we met. Sonia admitted me to her hospital and as being a doctor she instantly understood seeing my body that it was badly beaten up. Sonia and Preety told her everything and then she also disclosed she also had a dominatrix in herself. Thus she also became our team member. She is the one because of whom I am still living in one piece; she is the one who draws the line from where my body does not get any permanent damage.

I must let you all know that we have a countryside house of ours; it’s quite a big house in the village area and about 10kms away from the city and no human habitation in 1km radius. My dad bought that house to spend holidays and to relax there. But he never goes there. There is a woman there who is among the tribal who cleans the house everyday and is doing this for the past 12 years. She lives in that house but when we go there she leaves for her village to see her family. We have made that house of ours as a dungeon of ours where I am the slave within the grasp of the dominatrix.

We decided that we should spend one full month in there and the days should be full of pain for me. For three month they prepared my body for the 30 days of pain that I have to face. Everyday on the morning Sonia and Preety used to trample my belly for 1 full hour and then massage it as deeply as possible. Then I had to spend the entire day wearing an 18” waist corset under my shirts. Due to such extensive corset training I could not eat much at a time. Actually what they wanted is that my stomach should be as soft and as concave as possible for the month.

At last the day to begin our journey came.

DAY 1
We all four packed our bags and boarded the car and started our journey. We took two cars; one a Tata Sumo car that is made for 15 people and SH took her small 2-seater maruti car. I saw that in the back of Sruti’s car there are lots of medicines, bottles of glucose, saline etc. for emergency purpose. And our car contained lots of bags containing heavy materials, ropes, rods and many other utensils they have collected for months.
So we started our journey. Sruti was riding her car and Preety was driving our car with me in the middle and Sonia and Pousali on my two sides. We were singing and having fun in the journey, after we were into the village road and away from any habitation suddenly Sonia grabbed my hair and pulled me back. My body was almost arched over the back seat. Pousali unbuttoned my shirt and tried to pull me down pulling at the jeans. My hands were protecting my hair as Sonia was pulling really heavily. Pousali also unbuttoned my jeans and pulled it off. So I was there in my panty and bra.
The road was quite bumpy so they made me sit in between them, my hands over their neck on both sides, legs locked by their legs; they started caressing my breasts and started a fun play in the car. I was getting so much turned on. They did read my eyes and started giving me light punches in my stomach. Then Sonia got an idea. She put a Coke Can on the floor of the car, my belly on it face down and then both of them stepped their foot on my back. The road was really bumpy and the can was getting deep in my belly, I was hurting. The journey continued for another one hour like that. At last we arrived at our countryside house. They dragged me out of the car with my hair. I was really amazed why are they behaving like this? The answer came a bit later. We entered the house; I was holding my stomach as it hurts a bit with that all bumpy ride. We carried all our stuffs inside the house. Then I was told to get some shower, so I did. It felt great to have a shower after such a bumpy ride.
I came out in the center room wearing a bra and a low cut jeans short that we bought for me. Maximum of my belly was viewable. By the time they all got freshened up, all had shower and we came to the dining table. There were fruits, sandwiches in the table. I was very hungry almost starving, so I extended my hands for an able but Pousali blocked me and said NO. Then Preety handed me a piece of paper and said, “from today onwards you will be our slave, we will treat you as we like, from today onwards your body will be ours”. Saying this my heart started beating at a random pace with excitement and fear too. I opened the paper and there were instructions written there.
“Sonali, our dearest friend, you know how much we love you, u know we will never do anything to destroy your life. This time the pain will be different. From today onwards you will be our SLAVE. We can do anything and anywhere of your body. You will have to take all what we give to you. You will not complain, not even protest or you will have to feel the consequence. We will inflict pain in your body to the level that your body cannot take anymore and will test your limits also. Whether you agree or not you are our PAIN SLAVE from now on.”
I became very afraid seeing the greedy and cruel eyes of my friends. I was asking myself what I have done, where I have landed. Suddenly all four of them stood up and started walking towards me. I was scared to death what will they do to me? Sruti went inside the room and brought a packet containing a short. I have never seen shorts as short and small as that. I was asked to wear it. I took it and tried to go inside to change and suddenly got a huge pull at my hair by Pousali. Preety slapped my face quite hard and Sonia ordered me to change in front of them.
“What are you talking, have you gone crazy, plz leave me and let me go in and change”, Sonali.
You will have to do what we order, SLAVE (Pousali).
The word “SLAVE” looked very humiliating. I was hesitating and this resulted with a huge punch by Sonia in my stomach, I doubled up.
Then Sruti came forward and held my face with both hands carefully as a mother does to her child and told me very gently, “ Sonali you know we are your friends and you know we are here to have fun so plz co-operate with us”. I agreed and reluctantly unzipped my jeans and my panty and wore that shorts.
It was too short, like a panty exposing my entire belly, starting just inches above my private parts. Then with a yank Sonia and Pousali tore off my T-Shirt and the bra that I was wearing. I was half nude standing in front of them. My hands instinctively crossed to close my breasts. Sonia brought some ropes and hogtied me in a peculiar situation. I was standing there and it felt my upper body being stretched by a torture rack. She tied my left wrist with my right shoulder and right wrist with my left shoulder both the hands moving over my head. The entire torso was raised an inch or two. My stomach went in deep, my ribs jutting out as was the hipbones. Suddenly all four of them started caressing and kissing every part of my body. It felt sooooo good; they even started playing with my pussy. I was about to cum and they stopped. I begged to them to please continue but they didn’t. It was night I was tied like that sitting in the dining room seeing all my friends eating delicious foods. I was starving and begged them to give me something to eat. The only gave me a glass containing glucose water with a straw. I drank them like a hungry and thirsty dog. In the night I was held to my rood like that and allowed to sleep like that. I hardly could sleep as I was hungry and also the pain in my shoulders and wrists were killing me.


DAY 2

In the morning at around 3am, Preety came in and handed me over with a paper, untied me and left. In the paper it was written the entire day’s schedule.
What was written there is as follows –
“Slave Sonali, here is what you will be doing from today onwards everyday, on failing to do anything wrong and if you are behind time then you will be punished and we mean we will punish you severely.
4:00am: Get up from sleep and brush up.
4:15am: Clean the entire house first using the vacuum cleaner and then mob up the entire house. We do not want to see one single dust around the house or else you know what will happen to you.
5:30am: You have to clean all the leaves and water all the plants of the garden.
6:30am: You have to cook foods for all of us, make breakfast and the lunch and put it in the refrigerator. Arrange the breakfast table.
7:30am: You have to wake us all up, get our toothpaste and brush ready.
8:00am: You have to stay on all four of yours like a dog in front of the breakfast table and if we feel satisfied we might give you some food.
8:30am: Yours bathing time, we will be assisting you in it everyday and we must let you know it will be fun.
9:30am: Our bathing time will have to serve hot water and towels for us.
10:30am: Your torture time continuing till 2pm.
2:30pm: You will have to serve us lunch (we doubt for how many days you will be able to do that after the torture period).
3:00pm: You have to make snacks for us for the evening.
5:30pm: Again Torture time.
10:00pm: Your dinnertime.
10:30pm: Again your torture time (the smallest).
11:00pm: You will have access to the computer, this is the only fun time you will be having, you will be tied for sure but from 11:00pm onwards the time is yours. But if we like we might add some pain to you also. It will depend on our mood.
So my dear SLAVE have fun and ENJOY”.

Reading these I thought they must have gone crazy. I will not live much undergoing all these stuffs. I thought how should I endure all the month. But then I thought NO, Lets try it out. May be after 30 days I won’t be there living in one piece but I will let my friends’ dream come true. I feared if I don’t co-operate I might loose my friends. So I decided it is better to take all they can dish out to me than loose one single friend.
So I started, I did everything written in that schedule in time, woke them up and waited on all four in the breakfast table. They were all joking how messy I looked and called me a dog. I felt very humiliated.
I told them I am very hungry please give me some food. They said later.
Than it was time for my bath. I must let you all we have a big bathroom; it is about 15’ by 12’ size. I was ordered to take off that small shorts and to lie down on the cold tiled floor. I obeyed. Then Preety took that hand shower and sprayed water all over my body and cleaned me up. Then I saw Sruti came up with a pipe and a nozzle, which are used for giving enema. I didn’t found any enema bag. I was very scared; will they give me an enema? I found out the answer soon.
They really gave me a small enema and it really cleaned me out. But they when they entered that hose in my ass it was really painful. But a nice enema was good pleasure. They gave me 3 small enemas. I was totally clean from inside. My stomach looked even more concave now. After each enema Sruti and Pousali the heaviest of the girls trampled my stomach to bring out everything from inside my stomach. For the fourth enema I was ordered to lie down on my back and they said they want to see how much my stomach can expand and how much water can my belly take. I was really scared hearing this. They turned the tap to full and water entered my belly very fast. My belly which was totally emptied my the last 3 enemas and which went deep in and looked so much concave began to swell. This time it hurts so much I began to scream when Pousali and Preety help my arms and legs so I could not move while Sonia continued to pour in water in my stomach. My stomach swelled to the level of my ribs and they said that this time I looked to have a flat stomach rather than a concave stomach. My stomach almost swelled to 3-4 inches when Sruti stopped the water. It hurts so much I that I could hardly breathe. Then Sonia said “let’s trample her stomach now”. I thought this time surely I am going to die as I felt my intestines were going to burst out. I was crying heavily could hardly breathe when Sruti stopped them. They gave me a break of 5 minutes and again started the torture. This went for about 20 minutes. After this painful bath they emptied my stomach completely and dragged me with my hair all along the floor.
I had to lie on the dinner table and they used my sunken in super concave stomach as their dinner table. It was a great feeling. I was extremely hungry almost starving but the situation was so erotic I almost came. Adding to this they put some ice cream on my body and they all started licking it off my body.
This was just a mere start. The real pain came next. I was enjoying the situation.
Then the torture time came on the first day. I was tied on the floor spread-eagled and blindfolded. They took turns trampling my stomach to mesh. Sruti and Pousali both together trampled my stomach. It seemed I would pass out of the pain. Next the plan of Pousali what I heard shocked me. They all wanted to trample my stomach all at a time. Pousali had her one foor in my navel; Sruti concentrated the lower belly and Sonia on the upper stomach while Preety started playing with my clits so the pleasure might take away some pain. This continued for one full hour. My brain was about to burst when Sruti stopped them. Then Sonia said how about us jumping on her belly from some height and let’s check out how much she can take. They all agreed. So they went in the storeroom and bought a steel adjustable ladder.
The next thing they did was securing my body very tightly so that I could not move a single part of my body. My wrists and ankles were tied with leather straps with hooks and foam padding inside so as not to damage my skin. They picked up the ladder and dropped it on my stomach when I was least expecting. Then they took turns to jump on my stomach from different heights.
Sruti jumped from 3 feet four times. Preety did that 10times from 5 feet. Sonia also did the same. But after 3 jumps of Pousali from 5 feet, I passed out. The pain was tremendous.
I was revived with splash of cold water. And Pousali completed her 10 times. My belly was totally destroyed. The next whole day I was tied on the bed spread-eagled and they all took turns playing with my navel.
They kissed, ticked, poured hot wax, used needles, pliers etc. on my navel.
At 10:00pm I was given some food. But sadly it was only 2 glasses of fruit juice and glucose water.
They did not torture me that night. The only thing they did was tie me spread-eagled and secured a 50lbs iron ball on my stomach the entire night and I had to sleep with that pain in my stomach.
I was in pure hell.

DAY 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

I was forced to wake up at 4am and did all the homely work just as a slave. Then I was bathed, tortured and again tortured. All this continued for the rest 6 days.
The only difference was in the nights they tried to punch out whatever food I have taken. Then I was hogtied in between 2 walls 4 feet apart. In front of her was her computer where she had access to the net. There was a 3’9” size iron rod with blunt end fitted tightly between my navel and the wall. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair she was sitting in. My knees were spread apart and tied up.
To add to all this uncomfortable bondage an electric dildo was inserted in my pussy, which emits electric shocks, every 5 mints.
To make her pain worse her nipples were tied with one piece of string and pulled closer. The rod in my navel was adjusted so as to touch her spine.
As per the idea of Sonia two more rods were pushed in to press the solar plexus area and the lower belly area and was adjusted such to get maximum penetration.
Only my hands and head were free to move.
I was even given a gag in her mouth.
I was told if any of the attachments were removed or moved in any way, I would be in real serious trouble. They blackmailed me if I move any of the bondage and not co-operate with them, I would lose their friendship. It was a shock to me. I decided to die rather than have any relationship broken.
I could not sleep well.
This continued for the first 8 days.

The next 10days was unimaginable. When I think of it, I feel amazed how could I survived this kind of pain and how could my friends do this to me.

DAY 9

Preety forcibly waked me up at 4am; I did all my jobs for the day.
Then it was time for my bath. The enema that they gave me was a very painful enema.
It seemed that they just don’t want my bowels to be emptied; it seemed they wanted to empty the entire stomach cavity. I was tied spread-eagled on the bathroom floor and my entire body was trampled all four of them trampled my body all at a time. But I felt the most humiliated what Sonia did to me, she humiliated me the most. I think about it now and think how could she do such terrible thing to me. She peed on my face.
Initially I was really angry, so the started punching my belly. But this time I didn’t enjoyed a little.
(But later in the night Sonia understood her fault and came to my room and apologized to me and told me may be she got a bit carried away)
After the morning breakfast, I was a bit angry and humiliated at what happened. I was weeping all the time and thinking how could Sonia do that to me. I was fasting, as I have not eaten anything. But in anger of the humiliation I did not beg like a dog to them. I thought let them dish out whatever they want on me. Let them kill me.

Today they planned on a belly-punching contest. This is not a contest that one punches the other and sees who stands the best talking punches, but the rules that they set just shacked me up from bottom to top.
They decided to tie me spread-eagled at the wall and would punch me and see how much depth each one of them can go in.
Thus I was tied as an X stretched at the walls. They inserted some pillows behind my back so as to arch my back. My body was stretched at its limit and my stomach was a wide-open target for them. My ribs and hipbones jutting out as is to tear the skin, the stomach seemed to be sucked in at its best and the whole body stretched. Then they blindfolded me and put a pillow behind my head so that I do not damage my head.

I heard they were setting up the rules and doing the toss that who will go first. The rule was very simple, each of them will have 10 punches and with that they need to go as deep as possible. They had gloves in their hand, where the fingers were cut off, the knuckles were protected. In their wrist there were three colored bands tied, a brown followed by yellow and red.
They will measure who goes till the red band.

Sruti was first. She punched fiercely, but I must let her know she is a great doctor but not a good puncher, even in my stomach she could not go past the violet band. But what she did was she has really hurt my insides, she hurt me in the most painful areas of my stomach, which will hurt me more. Her target area was my lower belly, going as low as possible.

Next was Pousali, she is a mad girl. She has been learning to punch from Sonia and used all the knowledge. She used her entire body and shoulder weight against each punch. She targeted the solar plexus and the bellybutton area. She tried to go all the way and went to the red band from the 2nd punch. The last 5 punches were given to me by running about 5 feet and charging and giving some devastating blows. The last 3 of them were targeted to the solar plexus and 2 of them hit my ribs very hard. I was crying in pain. The entire wind from my lungs were knocked out by those punches, I was about to black out. Pousali was in no mood of stopping when Sruti stopped her.

I was given a 15 minutes break. Then it was Sonia, she was not very strong but she knows how to punch and her punches really penetrated to my spin. She also reached the red band easily in the 1st punch. Now her idea was to inflict the maximum pain in my belly. She gave me vicious upper cuts, which entered my lower belly and was pushing all the organs inside the ribcage. Some upper cuts were given in the upper stomach and it seemed she was in a mood of destroying my heart passing through the diaphragm. On her 8th punch I passed out.

Next was Preety, who punched me when I was out cold. Fortunately I didn’t know what happened in between. I came to know about this when I came to my senses.

When I came back to my senses I found my entire stomach on fire, the insides seemed to be crushed as a pancake, the pain was enormous. I again wanted to pass out. I found myself tied spread-eagled on the dining table. They were having their lunch watching and enjoying the concavity of my stomach. I doubt if anyone was aware of the pain I was in. I tried to talk but found I was gagged. I tried to tell them about the pain and the hunger in my stomach, but unfortunately I was gagged; only my tears said the words that I wanted to say. They left me like that till 4pm and I slept in between.

At 4 pm they untied me but not removed my gag. My head was spinning, as I was too weak.

Their next plan was even more frightening, they were on a contest where they get 10 minutes each, they can do anything on my body and they have to inflict so much pain that I have to pass out. The one who can pass me out the fastest wins. Their prize would be 2 ice creams from my stomach.
Sruti said she should not participate in this; her job would be to make sure they do not kill me.

They tied me spread-eagled on the floor, blindfold on, gagged securely tied so that I can’t move a single part of my body except the fingers of my hand and legs.

As Sonia was the strongest, so she gets the first change to knock me out. In the first 2 minutes she gave relentless hard uppercuts landing below the navel and ending just under the ribs. I was really amazed that I didn’t pass out with such torture. Seeing I have not passed out she really got angry and forcibly inserted 2 fingers in my pussy and gave a huge pull. The sudden pain hit my head like a 440-volt current and I passed out (luckily).

Sruti revived me and she checked me whether any permanent damage was done or not. Satisfying that no permanent internal damage, she gave green signal for Preety.

Next was Preety, she started pinching my nipples extremely hard for 2 mints. My nipples became numb; tears were flowing through my cheeks. Now for the next 30 seconds she tried her best to rib off the nipples when Sruti stopped her and asked her to go for some other move. She has string fingers and she went for a devastating belly claw. Within 2 mints my body was paralyzed by the pain and lack of breath and I passed out.

Sruti again revived me after 5 mints.

The last was Pousali, I heard she bringing the adjustable ladder near me. I suddenly felt a huge weight on my belly; I wanted to curl up into a ball clutch my aching belly. I knew she jumped from that ladder on my belly. She kept standing there and grinding her entire weight in my all ready vulnerable guts. She did this process 4 more times and I could feel blood rushing up my throats. Next she kneed from the ladder with all her weight and I threw up lots of blood and by body went limp and I passed out.

When I came back I found myself tied with the posts of the bed. Sruti was beside me nursing me up. When I came back to my senses she told me I did well to take all that pain. She gave me a couple of injections in my veins and then applied the saline through my veins. I looked at the watch it was 10pm. I asked her why am I being tied, she told me that my pain days are not over yet, I have to take more. I was thinking how much more can my body take.

At 10:30pm they came back, the saline was removed. They all sat beside me. I saw they had wooden ruler in their hand. The 12 inches rulers that we used in our childhood days in school, these are quite thick. They said they wanted to play with my belly with those. Sruti objected but they said they would only take 30 minutes. With those wooden rulers they started spanking my stomach extremely hard. Within minutes my already bruised and battered stomach turned red as rose. Then they started scratching my belly. Then thy spanked my pussy and breasts very hard. Pousali was concentrating on my belly, Preety with my tits and Sonia my pussy. I don’t know whether Pousali is a human being or not she was beating so hard that the ruler broke in 2 pieces. Then they all 4 of them kissed every single part of my body and I hit about 3 orgasms. After 45 mints they left and before leaving Sruti gave me some fruit juices to drink and then a sleeping injection and I had a lovely sleep.

DAY 10

I was treated as a queen to get myself all healed up.

DAY 11

The day started as the other painful days, after bath they prepared me for pain. I saw there are 7 real baseball bats heaped beside the dining table. I knew what would be coming up. They tied my hands in the same hogtied position where one wrist is tied up with the other shoulder on top of the head tight and secured so that I cannot move my heard and my torso always remains stretched. I don’t know why but they didn’t blindfold me this time. I was placed on the dining table and they put the jug full of ice water on my stomach. It felt nice and I was getting exited. After having their breakfast Pousali took and apple and pressed it deep in my navel and started to massage my guts. It hurts a lot but it also felt nice to. But the pains in my shoulders were increasing.
Sonia told me that today I myself have to torture myself. They took me to the next room where I saw that there was a stick about 6’ long and 2” in diameter with the end blunt was fixed horizontal to the ground. There was a cardboard attached to the stick about 4’ from the end of the stick. I was instructed to place my navel on the stick and I have to push forward and touch the cardboard with my head. The idea was to press the stick as deep as possible in my belly. I smiled and thought within myself I will give my best to touch that cardboard whatever happens. Let the stick pass through but I have to touch it. It would be nice pain. As I placed my navel and pressed a bit Sonia, Preety and Pousali grabbed my stomach, breasts and pussy respectively and started squeezing them hard. Now it was time for me to go in.
I pressed in deep and gave my entire body weight to go ass deep as possible. My stomach was in huge pain but my aim was the cardboard so I lied on the stick and pressed in and tried to reach as far as possible. I heard Preety said that might be I need their help.
Hearing that all 4 of them started pushing me from the back. I was completely impaled on that stick. It seemed that my spine would break into pieces when Sruti stopped them and I fell off that stick and passed out.
When I came back to my senses I found myself on the floor face up, my arms were tied in the same position. I felt something cold on my stomach, and found out that it was them who were eating ice cream using my stomach as a bowl. I tried to sit up but it hurts too much to even move a single muscle.
After they finished their ice cream, I asked them how much more do I need to endure? In reply they just smiled and kissed me on my lips. Sruti told me that my stomach is very vulnerable but it is nowhere close to any kind of permanent damage. This time their target is to inflict, as much damage to my body as possible and Sruti will be there to see that it does not get out of hand. They gave me that day off.

DAY 12

They gave me the entire day off, as they must have planned something insane for tomorrow.

DAY 13

The next day after completing the daily routine, my arms were again tied in the same position. My torso was stretched and my stomach looked so flat and concave and vulnerable too. I saw that Preety brought a stick that looks like a police baton. The handle was in the middle and was 2.5inches in length blunt and round ended. The length of the stick just exact to fit in between my ribs and the pelvic bone while the handle would push into my navel. The stick was tied and fit in my stomach with the handle pressing my navel and the two ends pressing my ribs and the pubic bones.

Next Pousali brought a rope and it was wound round my waist and then the 2 ends were held by the 4 2 on each side. They were playing tug of war and the rope was tightening around my waist grinding in that baton stick in my stomach. My friends were using their full body strength to pull it as hard as possible. I was completely out of breath. I was suffocating. The baton was grinding in my stomach cutting all the oxygen to go into my lungs. The pain was indescribable. My eyes rolled back and I was fainting when suddenly I heard a loud crack. It was the stick, which broke off. It was a relief for a moment but suddenly I found that the rope was constricting my stomach. May be by now they have constricted my stomach to 15inches.
However after this they let go the rope and I fall on the ground and though my arms were tied on top still I brought my legs close to my body and curl up into a ball.
Sruti and Preety came to me and started massaging my already bruised stomach. It really felt great. Then the thought came to me that may be something new is waiting for me.

I was right. After 1hr of belly massage they untied my arms and tied me on the floor spread-eagled. My eyes were blindfolded. Then they brought a 50lbs iron ball and dropped it on my stomach. The entire stomach caved in and a huge shot of pain hit me. I wanted to fold in pain as the ball surely had hit my spine and really hard. Then they started to roll the ball gradually all over my stomach. The pain was indescribable. It was really a hard time for me to breathe. To add to my miseries Pousali stood on the ball right at my navel. She tried her best to grind my insides into pulp. Then I felt blood in my mouth. I was coughing up blood. Seeing that may be Pousali got a bit scared and she stepped down. Instantly Sruti came in and checked me but she said I could take more. Next the ball was again placed on my stomach and all 4 of them took turn to grind my stomach. I was profusely coughing up blood and at last passed out, as my nerves could not take any more pain.

DAY 14

When I came back to my senses I found myself on the bed of my room and Sruti sitting by me nursing me. Her touch felt good but suddenly I felt great pain in my guts. Sruti helped me see my own sunken in stomach and it was all red and bruised heavily. Next came some words, which were like boon from god. I was about to plead to Sruti not to torture me so much. It is way beyond my limit. But Sruti told me the next 4 days I won’t be tortured anymore, as I need to heal a bit.

DAY 15, 16, 17 and 18

But I was not totally spared; they played with my bellybutton and my sunken belly with ice and warm water. But this was no pain; rather these 4 days were really sensual for me. I lost count how many times I came in these 2 days. They didn’t leave any ways to seduce me to cum. And every orgasm was more intense and long lasting than the previous one.

DAY 19

When I woke up at 4pm I saw that the bruise and most of the pain has faded in my stomach. I ran my hands over my sunken stomach and it felt much better. I also realized that my honeymoon period of 4days is over. From today again my ordeal will start. As an obedient slave I cleaned the whole house and did all the instructions that were given to me. I cooked the food also. Then I was taken for bath and today they gave me real heavy enema. The amount of water, which was inserted in my stomach, was more than I could endure. I could not hold on and as a result I was punished heavily. I was given 8 enemas constantly. I thought might be today they wanted all my insides to be washed out.

But today there was a bit different from the other days, as they didn’t trample my belly with the water inside. I thought might be they forgot to do that. May be they had some insane plan in mind. After they had their food, I was tied spread eagled on the dining table. By eyes were not blindfolded. But my bondage was really tight. I could not move one single centimeter. However, I could move my head to see what was going on. But I could not lift my head. Next thing I saw they Sruti brought some a bucket full of ice. And all of them started rubbing extremely cold ice on my belly, tits and pussy. It felt great initially but later it hurt. It was like a cold burning sensation. I could not avoid the ice. They all were wearing gloves but my bare skin became really sensitive to those ices. After a couple of hours I felt real pain. My stomach muscles are cramping up. They applied those ice for one more hours when I was screaming at the top of my voice in pain. I never thought ice could cause so much pain in the body. My stomach muscles were all cramped up and I was in deep pain. They untied me and it was really hard for me to move a single inches.

Later I came to know that this was the idea of Sruti. I thought she was my savior but the idea she put forward to these sadists broke my heart. I was in real pain but I also knew something worse was coming up. They won’t stop with this only.

I was right. They asked me to get down and go towards the pillar in the west of the room. I really struggled to get down from the table. In fact I fall off the table hurting my knees. When I was getting late and was literally crawling towards the pillar at a snail’s pace Preety came running and gave I a vicious kick in my stomach and I flew a few feet away. She ordered me to get up on my feet and walk but I was really in great pain. Seeing that I was completely not able to move, Sonia came in and stomped me on my left leg with her boot right on the shin bone. I cried out in pain, my stomach and now my leg is in real pain.

Frustrated by my pace they hauled me up forcefully and carried me towards that cylindrical pillar. There were two padded cuffs hanging from the back of the pillar. I was hauled up and my hands were tied to them over my head and at the backside of the pillar. My feet were about 6 inches off the ground. My body was stretched and chest pushed and stomach sucked in as a result of this kind of bondage. Similarly, my legs were also tied to the backside of the pillar and stretched as much as possible. My stomach was the only target that they could see in front of them, sunken cramped and vulnerable. I saw Preety brought 4 baseball bats, real baseball bats and distributed to them.

Sonia said lets get her cramps free. After that Sonia started digging my upper stomach and navel and Pousali concentrated on my low belly with their bats. They were literally digging a hole through my stomach. After 10 minutes I passed out.

I was revived with some smelling salt. When I opened my eyes I found Preety replacing Pousali and again my ordeal continues. I cried out to stop, as this was way off the limit. Sruti stopped them and after some examination asked them to wait for some time. Then she brought an electric dildo, pushed it in me and switched it on. Her theory was let the pleasure take away the pain. Two more electrodes were connected with my nipples. The impulses were forcing me towards orgasms every 2 minutes. Then they started pounding my stomach once again, this time I didn’t felt too much of pain but the pleasure were huge. Pousali had different idea. She suggested they would give me so much pain that I won't feel any pleasure though connected with the electrical instruments.

She brought a rope and tied by stomach just above the navel and tied really tightly. All 4-girl power was in that stomach bondage with the pillar. That part of the stomach seemed to have constricted to 15”. Then they took their own weapon and started pounding my lower belly. I forgot all my pleasure. I could not breathe and I again started coughing up blood with each hit. Then they removed the electrodes as well as the rope and allowed me to settle down a bit. They gave me a rest of 3hrs but tied in that position. In the mean time Sruti came in and nursed me, gave me some injection and whipped off the blood on my body that I have coughed out.

On that very night, my condition worsened. Sruti was also afraid and she examined me and suggested me to be taken to a hospital. The pain in my stomach was unbearable. Sruti took me to her nursing home and my treatment started. I had some internal injuries. I heard later that Sonia and Pousali suggested her to cure me for one final assault. Sruti agreed.

Day 24

Sruti came to me and said that I need to be back in the same house for one final assault. I started crying. I begged to her. I told her that my body cannot take any more pain. She has healed me up by 10% only, the red marks and the bruises were gone but internally I am really vulnerable. Sruti assured me that my body is ready for one final assault. I gave up. I got the idea that may be this time surely I would die.

I remember while I was coming back to the house. All the way I was thinking of my parents and my elder brother. I was thinking what would happen when they will hear that their little doll is no more. They love me too much. I cried all the way. My friends asked me what’s happened. But I kept silent.

When we came home, they ordered me to strip naked. I obeyed and did as they told me. They again were happy seeing my body, no marks and clean. Suddenly I burst into tears and hug Sonia and Preety really tight.

Something changed because of this. It was Sonia who said, “Sona!!(That’s what they call me when loved) What happened baby, we are not going to kill you. Do not worry. We love you more than you do.” Then she turned to the others and commanded, “NO MORE PAIN TO HER. We have been with her for years and gave her pain but never did she break like this. I think she is really hurt, physically and mentally.” I could not believe what I was hearing.

After that the care that they took of my body was simply unbelievable. They all loved me, my body; I came numerous times a day. I was cared like a newly born child cared by four mothers.

Day 30

I woke up in the morning and saw that Preety is standing by me with a glass of juice. I drank the juice and at around 10 a.m. when all of them came to my room, I asked, “What was your plan for the final assault?”
Pousali: Something really painful.
Sonali: that is what I am asking, what were your plans?
Preety: hit you with a car.
Sonali: What?? I mean WOW!!!
They were surprised with my reaction.
Sonali: I turned towards Sruti and asked, “Am I ready to take this?”
Sruti: Partly.
How much can my body take?
How much do you want to go?
Till I pass out while Cumming.
Sona, you already have some internal injuries and this may lead you not having a baby in the future.
NO!!! (commanded Preety)
Why?
We love you too much and we do not have the right to spoil your future. What we can give u is punch you till you cum or pass out. Nothing more than that. You need to recover.
I agreed.

Thus they started loving my body with some punches to my stomach and tits.

After another week I was transferred to the nursing home of Sruti and after 1 month I came home.

THE END!!!

Friends, I have to end here. The end part was written by me after I came back from the hospital. I have some injuries and Sruti asked me no more heavy belly pain in the next 6 months. Now I am almost cured. Please e-mail me or IM me at Sonali_love_2004@yahoo.co.in or Sonali_love_2004 in Yahoo Messenger. I think most of you would think that what happened to me is unreal and may be I am bluffing. But I swear every single words are 100% truth. This was the worst 30 days of my life. I endured intolerable pain and pleasure too. This was the first time probably I begged to stop the pain. I apologize for my language as English is not my language and I am not very much comfortable writing. I must also let you know that I am not a writer.

I must also let you know that my marriage is finalized and it would be talking place the end of 2007, may be December. I don’t think I will be available too much online, however, I have bought a new Laptop and I think I will try to meet you all online.

I love to view belly or pain related clippings or movies. If you have any please send them to me. I would be highly obliged to see them. I also love to read pain or belly related stories. I love making new friends and love to chat on this topic.

Special thanks to my friends like Ricky, Jack, Voayer, npuncher,]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=352 Tue, 16 Feb 2010 02:55:52 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=352

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(We have 4 stories so far.)]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=351 Mon, 15 Feb 2010 04:55:33 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=351 I am writing a story and I wanted to know what kind of stories people like the most. Please help me out. Just please don't write a Vampire Story because so many people have rewritten Twilight and stuff. Anything else.]]> I am writing a story and I wanted to know what kind of stories people like the most. Please help me out. Just please don't write a Vampire Story because so many people have rewritten Twilight and stuff. Anything else.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=350 Mon, 15 Feb 2010 01:00:29 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=350 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=349 Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:50:17 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=349 My mom knew i was depressed, thats all i would do was jog two miles a day, go in my room (puke, puke, puke) homework, work out, eat dinner, go back in my room and puke more. It was my life. I didnt realize how bad it was until one day i was jogging and nearly passed out, bad enough for me to have to sit down into the spinning and coughing stopped. After that day i began to ignore all my friends...the only person i had is my bestfriend and even then i was kinda losing her without realizing it.
I forgot completely about what had happened with the jog, that is until one day i was walking down the hall with my bestfriend listening to her talk, atleast for a little bit, before i fell into the lockers and blacked out for a few minutes.
It was forcing myself to stop that was the real battle. I was on my own, although my friend i came up with a not-so-much-a-joke joke, she would hit me everytime i told her i puked, it was a simple slap on the arm.
Of course that didnt work, so puking continued as in my "normal" routine. That is until my mom took me the doctors and said i was depressed, i was on meds for awhile, they worked okay. And finally i had one the battle over my Bulimia (which my mom didnt know about at the time) which..atleast i one...for a little while.
I havent been on meds for over a year, and my mom and i have been constantly fighting, so i gave in to the demon (my urge to puke) and i puked again, i broke a promise to myself that i would never do it again... i just hope that it doesnt becom a routine..again.

But thats my story, and if anyone needs advice, or questions, feel free to talk to me...]]> My mom knew i was depressed, thats all i would do was jog two miles a day, go in my room (puke, puke, puke) homework, work out, eat dinner, go back in my room and puke more. It was my life. I didnt realize how bad it was until one day i was jogging and nearly passed out, bad enough for me to have to sit down into the spinning and coughing stopped. After that day i began to ignore all my friends...the only person i had is my bestfriend and even then i was kinda losing her without realizing it.
I forgot completely about what had happened with the jog, that is until one day i was walking down the hall with my bestfriend listening to her talk, atleast for a little bit, before i fell into the lockers and blacked out for a few minutes.
It was forcing myself to stop that was the real battle. I was on my own, although my friend i came up with a not-so-much-a-joke joke, she would hit me everytime i told her i puked, it was a simple slap on the arm.
Of course that didnt work, so puking continued as in my "normal" routine. That is until my mom took me the doctors and said i was depressed, i was on meds for awhile, they worked okay. And finally i had one the battle over my Bulimia (which my mom didnt know about at the time) which..atleast i one...for a little while.
I havent been on meds for over a year, and my mom and i have been constantly fighting, so i gave in to the demon (my urge to puke) and i puked again, i broke a promise to myself that i would never do it again... i just hope that it doesnt becom a routine..again.

But thats my story, and if anyone needs advice, or questions, feel free to talk to me...]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=348 Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:46:16 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=348 I got into my time machine and keyed in the words, "1964, 11 Niven Road, Singapore" then pressed the button. In a moment, I was in front of a house, 11 Niven Road.
I saw four children looking for a lost dog. They were my father, my uncle Kelvin, my aunt Peek and aunt Janet. I introduced myself as an old friend and agreed to help them look for their dog, Blackie.
We wanted to climb a hill and looked into the houses below. When we reached the top, we heard a dog barking. "Blackie!" my father shouted. We looked down and saw Blackie in the house.
We knocked on the door of the house and asked the man to return Blackie to us. The man asked us to prove the black dog was Blackie. My father called out Blackie's name and the dog responded with an enthusiastic woa woa. The man had to give Blackie back to us.
We went back to 11 Niven Road and I say goodbye to them. My five hours were almost up. I ran to the machine and soon I was back in my time. What an adventure!]]> I got into my time machine and keyed in the words, "1964, 11 Niven Road, Singapore" then pressed the button. In a moment, I was in front of a house, 11 Niven Road.
I saw four children looking for a lost dog. They were my father, my uncle Kelvin, my aunt Peek and aunt Janet. I introduced myself as an old friend and agreed to help them look for their dog, Blackie.
We wanted to climb a hill and looked into the houses below. When we reached the top, we heard a dog barking. "Blackie!" my father shouted. We looked down and saw Blackie in the house.
We knocked on the door of the house and asked the man to return Blackie to us. The man asked us to prove the black dog was Blackie. My father called out Blackie's name and the dog responded with an enthusiastic woa woa. The man had to give Blackie back to us.
We went back to 11 Niven Road and I say goodbye to them. My five hours were almost up. I ran to the machine and soon I was back in my time. What an adventure!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=347 Sun, 14 Feb 2010 22:41:32 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=347 In the scripture text shown above, we have a most important practical truth brought to our attention by the Holy Spirit of God. With all due respect to the doctors of medicine who are bringing credit to their chosen profession, nevertheless, even they themselves have to admit that a few of their colleagues are "quacks" whose practices make a person wonder why they ever chose such a noble profession. I thank God for every truly inspired and dedicated doctor / surgeon / physician who maintains, practices and defends the high principles of their profession. And I am especially thankful for those professionals who are not only devoted to the practice of medicine, but who are also consecrated children of God through faith in His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Furthermore, I can think of no greater privilege for a Christian doctor than to be a faithful witness and testimony to the patients who obviously have confidence in that doctor's ability to meet their physical needs. He can also point them to the only One Who can meet their spiritual needs.
Today, I'd like to direct your attention to the physicians who specialize in spiritual matters -- those who seek to give spiritual prescriptions to poor souls who have entrusted them with their spiritual understanding and well-being. Unfortunately, it can be said of many of these spiritual doctors that they are "forgers of lies ... physicians of no value."
Now let's just take a brief look at the spiritual "quacks" and see the type of spiritual prescriptions they are dispensing to their terminally sin-sick patients.
First of all, we'll scan the philosophy and activity of "Dr. Atheist". He doesn't believe in a divine or supernatural supreme being called "GOD." He believes that everything just happens without any supernatural cause or influence whatsoever. He doesn't believe that the Bible is the word of God. He is satisfied to believe that a group of men got together and decided to write a book, and the resulting piece of "literature" was called the Bible -- for want of a better title. Dr. Atheist doesn't believe in the Genesis account of creation, nor the great flood of Noah's day, nor anything else found in the scriptures, even though subsequent history has proven these facts to be so; and even though every new discovery of science is a further revelation of God.
In Psalms 14:1 we read that "the fool hath said in his heart that there is no God". And I feel sorry for the patients of Dr. Atheist because in all liklihood they'll go on in their spiritual blindness, and ignorance of the truth, until they pass out of time into eternity, there to meet the One Who created the universe; the One Who upholds all things by the word of His power; the One Who sent His Son to die on the cross for our sin; yes, the One Who will judge the poor, lost sinners who would rather believe Dr. Atheist than to believe a loving God and Creator. Well, there is one thing certain -- there are no atheists in Hell -- because they changed their minds within a few seconds after they died !
Another "physician of no value" is "Dr. False Peace". He has one of the largest practices in town. His patients come to him because he makes them feel good. He tells them what they want to hear, that there is nothing to worry about -- they're in good spiritual health. Afterall, they've been baptized, confirmed and dedicated; they're church members ; they sing in the choir; they give of their finances for every worthy cause; they try to keep the "ten commandments" and they practice the "golden rule"; they don't drink alcoholic beverages or smoke tobacco; they don't use harmful drugs; they're not promiscuous; they're community-minded and good neighbors -- surely if anyone gets to Heaven, they will -- but will they?
Ah no, my friend! Dr. False Peace is leading them astray! The Bible says in Romans 3:12 that "there is none that doeth good, no, not one." In Ephesians 2:8,9 we read "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast". Sinner Friend, the next time you visit the crowded waiting room of Dr. False Peace, you ask him to read Isaiah 64:6 where God says that "we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags". No, my friend, we can't do anything to save our own souls, because if we could -- then logic itself, apart from scripture, tells us that there would have been no need for the Lord Jesus Christ to die for our sins on Calvary's cross. But thank God , He did die, the Just for the unjust so that He could bring us back to a new and proper relationship with our Creator-God. So friend, I'd advise you to read the Bible instead of listening to Dr. False Peace. Afterall, you wouldn't want to go down to Hell with him, would you?
Well that leads us to another spiritual "quack" called "Dr. No Hell". He's got all the answers, and do you know where he got them? -- from his microscopic brain which yields his infinitesimal understanding of God-given truth. He tells all his patients that a loving God would never cast a creature of His into a "Lake of Fire". Friend, Dr. No Hell preaches from an unusual Bible -- it's much thinner than mine because he has torn out all the pages which tell about the wrath of God. He tore out the pages in II Peter Chapter 2 which tell about the sinning angels which God cast out of Heaven and down to Hell. He tore out the pages in Genesis Chapter 7 which tell how God destroyed all but 8 souls in the great worldwide flood of Noah's day. He tore out the pages in Genesis Chapter 19 which tell how God rained fire and brimstone down from Heaven upon the sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. He tore out the pages in Luke Chapter 16 which describes the unending torment of the man who died and awoke in the place that Jesus Christ called Hell. Yes, and Dr. No Hell tore out all the many pages which tell about the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus Christ, and other doctrinal truths, with which he disagrees. Yes, Dr. No Hell truly is a "forger of lies and a physician of no value."
Friend, if there was no Hell and Lake of Fire awaiting the Christ-rejector, then why would God, the Father, pour forth at Calvary His terrible wrath upon His dearly well-beloved Son -- the Lord Jesus Christ? Yes, over 1900 years ago the Lord Jesus Christ, He Who knew no sin, was made sin for us so that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him. He was our Substitute and He bare our sins in His own body on the tree so that we might never know the torments of an eternity of separation from God in the place called Hell.
In John 3:36 we read, "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him." Again in Isaiah 33:14 we read these solemn questions, "Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? Who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?" And yet again we read in Job 36:18, "Because there is wrath, beware, lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom cannot deliver thee". Friend, please don't listen to Dr. No Hell, but rather listen to the word of God which clearly and repeatedly tells us that there really is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun!
Now let's take a look at another spiritual "quack", or "physician of no value" and his name is "Dr. Do Better". He tells his congregation that no one is perfect but if they ever expect to be in Heaven they will have to "do better." They will have to "turn over a new leaf", or "reform." His office is especially crowded on New Year's Eve when many people are concerned about a better start for the New Year. He tells them to forget about the past and to try harder to live a commendable life before their family, their friends, and God, in that order. He convinces them to put more money into the collection plate. Yes, and he will coax and badger them to come forward to the altar to make a lip confession of Jesus Christ as their Saviour so that everything will turn out alright in the end -- but will it? In Ecclesiastes 3:15 we read, "God requireth that which is past."
Friend, beware of Dr. Do Better -- he's a tool in the hands of the Devil, he's a "forger of lies", and he's peddling his diabolical prescription of reformation as a generic substitute for the regeneration brought about by the Holy Spirit of God from above. The Bible tells us that "in the flesh dwelleth no good thing", and if it was possible for our sinful and carnal nature to be improved upon then there would be no need for the "new birth" of which we read in John Chapter 3.
There, the Lord Jesus Christ told that most religious man named Nicodemus that "except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." Why? "Because that which is born of the flesh is flesh." In other words, a sinful nature can only produce sin, and as far as God is concerned, an unsaved sinner is nothing but sin covered with skin. All the reformation in the world will never take one sinner into God's Heaven. Over in Titus 3:5 we read that it is "Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us." Friend, it's about time that you changed your spiritual doctor because Dr. Do Better is a "physician of no value" and he is robbing you of the truth of God's word that makes it quite clear and emphatic that "except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God."
Now friend, if you quit going to Dr. Do Better then make sure you don't go to that other cunning "quack" named "Dr. Procrastination." Of all the spiritual "physicians of no value"-- he is, by far,the worse! He tells you that there is a God. He tells you that God loved you so much that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, into the world to be the Saviour of your soul. He tells you that Jesus Christ, in love for your soul, shed His precious sin-cleansing blood at Calvary's cross. He tells you that you can be saved, or "born again", through faith in Jesus Christ alone. He tells you that a flaming Hell awaits every Christ-rejecter. But he also tells you not to be too hasty about getting "saved". He tells many of you that you are young and full of life, with many more years ahead of you. He tells you to "live it up", "have a good time", "go where you want to go and do what you want to do", and "see what you want to see", and "enjoy yourself; then just before you die; just before you pass from time into eternity -- then you can trust the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour -- but not today!"
In Ecclesiastes 11:9 we're reminded, "Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things, God will bring thee into judgment." Then God follows up with these words in Ecclesiastes 12:1, "Remember NOW thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them."
Friend, please don't listen to this spiritual "quack" for even one minute---he's an emissary of the Devil, and there are countless millions of souls down in Hell today who were his patients while they were here on earth. They, too, thought that they had plenty of time to get saved---and now it's too late---they're down in Hell, weeping and wailing and gnashing their teeth. The word of God is very, very clear on the matter of when to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your own and personal Saviour. It is NOW! There is no guarantee that you'll ever see the light of another day. In Proverbs 27:1 we're told, "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth." Again in II Corinthians 6:2 we read, "Behold NOW is the accepted time; Behold NOW is the day of salvation". There are many other similar scriptures that warn against procrastination but I'll only mention two more. In Acts 17:30 we read, "God NOW commandeth all men everywhere to repent -- ". And in Hebrews 4:7 we're told, "TODAY if ye will hear His voice, harden not your hearts."
I believe that some of you who are reading this message have been basking in the sunshine of God's love, mercy and grace for many years. You've enjoyed the luxury of hearing the true Gospel and being convicted by the Holy Spirit of God through His Book, the Bible. Perhaps you've been fortunate enough to have been raised in a Christian home and have parents who are even now in Heaven, but you're still on your way to Hell because you've been procrastinating, or "putting it off" till later on in life. To you, God has a special warning in Proverbs 29:1 -- "He, that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy."
Well friend, you can't say that you haven't been warned. Sure you expect to get saved someday, but "Remember that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions !" No, don't be like Governor Felix in Acts Chapter 24 who trembled , yet said after the Apostle Paul preached the Gospel to him,--"Go thy way for this time, when I have a convenient season I will call for thee". We never read where he ever had a "convenient season". Again in Acts Chapter 26 we read of King Agrippa who was under such deep conviction of sin that he actually told the Apostle Paul,---"ALMOST thou persuadest me to be a Christian". We never read where either Governor Felix or King Agrippa ever trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as their Saviour. They were like so many people down in Hell today who were almost saved---BUT COMPLETELY LOST !
Today I've been bringing before you some of the spiritual doctors that are propagating their diabolical doctrines to their patients, or congregations, and according to the Bible they are "physicians of no value." Yes, even though they may have spent many years in a so-called "theological seminary", and may have the initials "D.D." after their names, for "Doctor of Divinity", yet those initials will mean "Doomed and Damned" unless they, too, trust the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour.
Two very important factors to remember when you visit the offices of the afore-mentioned "forgers of lies ... and physicians of no value" are that you usually enjoy what you hear so you schedule subsequent appointments, and the spiritual fees you pay have adverse eternal consequences. In Mark 8:36,37 the Lord says, "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul."
In contrast, when a repentant sinner visits Dr. Jesus Christ, in believing faith, there is never a need for a return visit, nor is there a fee to be paid for the eternal salvation which they immediately receive from the "Great Physician." The Apostle Peter tells us in I Peter 1:18,19 that we are "not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver or gold ... but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot." In Isaiah 55:1 we're told that God's salvation is "without money and without price." In Verse 3 of that same Chapter, God says, "Incline your ear and come unto Me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you."
It is also important that you know that regardless of how sin-sick you may be; or how many gross sins you have committed, there is no such thing as an incurable disease with the "Great Physician". He is able to save from the "guttermost to the uttermost", those that come unto God through faith in Him. The Lord makes it quite clear in John 14:6 when He says, "I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me."
Friends, why not admit that you are spiritually sick and that the only physician who has the only real remedy for your sin-sick soul is the Great Physician -- the Lord Jesus Christ? The remedy, or prescription for your sin, and my sin too, is the "precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ" which flowed at Calvary's cross. In I John 1:7 we read that "the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from ALL sin." And Friend, if you'll come by faith to Dr. Jesus Christ right now, you'll be instantly healed -- you'll be made every whit whole--- you'll be as sure of being in Heaven as though you were already walking the street of gold.
So whoever you are, and wherever you may be, just acknowledge your sinful condition in God's sight, repent of your sin, and simply trust Jesus Christ as your own and personal Saviour -- and friend, if you do, according to God Who cannot lie, you'll be saved for time---and thank God, you'll be saved for all eternity! And REMEMBER, MY FRIEND, THIS IS FOR ETERNITY!]]> In the scripture text shown above, we have a most important practical truth brought to our attention by the Holy Spirit of God. With all due respect to the doctors of medicine who are bringing credit to their chosen profession, nevertheless, even they themselves have to admit that a few of their colleagues are "quacks" whose practices make a person wonder why they ever chose such a noble profession. I thank God for every truly inspired and dedicated doctor / surgeon / physician who maintains, practices and defends the high principles of their profession. And I am especially thankful for those professionals who are not only devoted to the practice of medicine, but who are also consecrated children of God through faith in His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ. Furthermore, I can think of no greater privilege for a Christian doctor than to be a faithful witness and testimony to the patients who obviously have confidence in that doctor's ability to meet their physical needs. He can also point them to the only One Who can meet their spiritual needs.
Today, I'd like to direct your attention to the physicians who specialize in spiritual matters -- those who seek to give spiritual prescriptions to poor souls who have entrusted them with their spiritual understanding and well-being. Unfortunately, it can be said of many of these spiritual doctors that they are "forgers of lies ... physicians of no value."
Now let's just take a brief look at the spiritual "quacks" and see the type of spiritual prescriptions they are dispensing to their terminally sin-sick patients.
First of all, we'll scan the philosophy and activity of "Dr. Atheist". He doesn't believe in a divine or supernatural supreme being called "GOD." He believes that everything just happens without any supernatural cause or influence whatsoever. He doesn't believe that the Bible is the word of God. He is satisfied to believe that a group of men got together and decided to write a book, and the resulting piece of "literature" was called the Bible -- for want of a better title. Dr. Atheist doesn't believe in the Genesis account of creation, nor the great flood of Noah's day, nor anything else found in the scriptures, even though subsequent history has proven these facts to be so; and even though every new discovery of science is a further revelation of God.
In Psalms 14:1 we read that "the fool hath said in his heart that there is no God". And I feel sorry for the patients of Dr. Atheist because in all liklihood they'll go on in their spiritual blindness, and ignorance of the truth, until they pass out of time into eternity, there to meet the One Who created the universe; the One Who upholds all things by the word of His power; the One Who sent His Son to die on the cross for our sin; yes, the One Who will judge the poor, lost sinners who would rather believe Dr. Atheist than to believe a loving God and Creator. Well, there is one thing certain -- there are no atheists in Hell -- because they changed their minds within a few seconds after they died !
Another "physician of no value" is "Dr. False Peace". He has one of the largest practices in town. His patients come to him because he makes them feel good. He tells them what they want to hear, that there is nothing to worry about -- they're in good spiritual health. Afterall, they've been baptized, confirmed and dedicated; they're church members ; they sing in the choir; they give of their finances for every worthy cause; they try to keep the "ten commandments" and they practice the "golden rule"; they don't drink alcoholic beverages or smoke tobacco; they don't use harmful drugs; they're not promiscuous; they're community-minded and good neighbors -- surely if anyone gets to Heaven, they will -- but will they?
Ah no, my friend! Dr. False Peace is leading them astray! The Bible says in Romans 3:12 that "there is none that doeth good, no, not one." In Ephesians 2:8,9 we read "For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast". Sinner Friend, the next time you visit the crowded waiting room of Dr. False Peace, you ask him to read Isaiah 64:6 where God says that "we are all as an unclean thing, and all our righteousnesses are as filthy rags". No, my friend, we can't do anything to save our own souls, because if we could -- then logic itself, apart from scripture, tells us that there would have been no need for the Lord Jesus Christ to die for our sins on Calvary's cross. But thank God , He did die, the Just for the unjust so that He could bring us back to a new and proper relationship with our Creator-God. So friend, I'd advise you to read the Bible instead of listening to Dr. False Peace. Afterall, you wouldn't want to go down to Hell with him, would you?
Well that leads us to another spiritual "quack" called "Dr. No Hell". He's got all the answers, and do you know where he got them? -- from his microscopic brain which yields his infinitesimal understanding of God-given truth. He tells all his patients that a loving God would never cast a creature of His into a "Lake of Fire". Friend, Dr. No Hell preaches from an unusual Bible -- it's much thinner than mine because he has torn out all the pages which tell about the wrath of God. He tore out the pages in II Peter Chapter 2 which tell about the sinning angels which God cast out of Heaven and down to Hell. He tore out the pages in Genesis Chapter 7 which tell how God destroyed all but 8 souls in the great worldwide flood of Noah's day. He tore out the pages in Genesis Chapter 19 which tell how God rained fire and brimstone down from Heaven upon the sinful cities of Sodom and Gomorrah. He tore out the pages in Luke Chapter 16 which describes the unending torment of the man who died and awoke in the place that Jesus Christ called Hell. Yes, and Dr. No Hell tore out all the many pages which tell about the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus Christ, and other doctrinal truths, with which he disagrees. Yes, Dr. No Hell truly is a "forger of lies and a physician of no value."
Friend, if there was no Hell and Lake of Fire awaiting the Christ-rejector, then why would God, the Father, pour forth at Calvary His terrible wrath upon His dearly well-beloved Son -- the Lord Jesus Christ? Yes, over 1900 years ago the Lord Jesus Christ, He Who knew no sin, was made sin for us so that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him. He was our Substitute and He bare our sins in His own body on the tree so that we might never know the torments of an eternity of separation from God in the place called Hell.
In John 3:36 we read, "He that believeth on the Son hath everlasting life: and he that believeth not the Son shall not see life; but the wrath of God abideth on him." Again in Isaiah 33:14 we read these solemn questions, "Who among us shall dwell with the devouring fire? Who among us shall dwell with everlasting burnings?" And yet again we read in Job 36:18, "Because there is wrath, beware, lest He take thee away with His stroke: then a great ransom cannot deliver thee". Friend, please don't listen to Dr. No Hell, but rather listen to the word of God which clearly and repeatedly tells us that there really is a Heaven to gain and a Hell to shun!
Now let's take a look at another spiritual "quack", or "physician of no value" and his name is "Dr. Do Better". He tells his congregation that no one is perfect but if they ever expect to be in Heaven they will have to "do better." They will have to "turn over a new leaf", or "reform." His office is especially crowded on New Year's Eve when many people are concerned about a better start for the New Year. He tells them to forget about the past and to try harder to live a commendable life before their family, their friends, and God, in that order. He convinces them to put more money into the collection plate. Yes, and he will coax and badger them to come forward to the altar to make a lip confession of Jesus Christ as their Saviour so that everything will turn out alright in the end -- but will it? In Ecclesiastes 3:15 we read, "God requireth that which is past."
Friend, beware of Dr. Do Better -- he's a tool in the hands of the Devil, he's a "forger of lies", and he's peddling his diabolical prescription of reformation as a generic substitute for the regeneration brought about by the Holy Spirit of God from above. The Bible tells us that "in the flesh dwelleth no good thing", and if it was possible for our sinful and carnal nature to be improved upon then there would be no need for the "new birth" of which we read in John Chapter 3.
There, the Lord Jesus Christ told that most religious man named Nicodemus that "except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." Why? "Because that which is born of the flesh is flesh." In other words, a sinful nature can only produce sin, and as far as God is concerned, an unsaved sinner is nothing but sin covered with skin. All the reformation in the world will never take one sinner into God's Heaven. Over in Titus 3:5 we read that it is "Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy He saved us." Friend, it's about time that you changed your spiritual doctor because Dr. Do Better is a "physician of no value" and he is robbing you of the truth of God's word that makes it quite clear and emphatic that "except a man be born again he cannot see the kingdom of God."
Now friend, if you quit going to Dr. Do Better then make sure you don't go to that other cunning "quack" named "Dr. Procrastination." Of all the spiritual "physicians of no value"-- he is, by far,the worse! He tells you that there is a God. He tells you that God loved you so much that He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, into the world to be the Saviour of your soul. He tells you that Jesus Christ, in love for your soul, shed His precious sin-cleansing blood at Calvary's cross. He tells you that you can be saved, or "born again", through faith in Jesus Christ alone. He tells you that a flaming Hell awaits every Christ-rejecter. But he also tells you not to be too hasty about getting "saved". He tells many of you that you are young and full of life, with many more years ahead of you. He tells you to "live it up", "have a good time", "go where you want to go and do what you want to do", and "see what you want to see", and "enjoy yourself; then just before you die; just before you pass from time into eternity -- then you can trust the Lord Jesus Christ as your personal Saviour -- but not today!"
In Ecclesiastes 11:9 we're reminded, "Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things, God will bring thee into judgment." Then God follows up with these words in Ecclesiastes 12:1, "Remember NOW thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them."
Friend, please don't listen to this spiritual "quack" for even one minute---he's an emissary of the Devil, and there are countless millions of souls down in Hell today who were his patients while they were here on earth. They, too, thought that they had plenty of time to get saved---and now it's too late---they're down in Hell, weeping and wailing and gnashing their teeth. The word of God is very, very clear on the matter of when to accept the Lord Jesus Christ as your own and personal Saviour. It is NOW! There is no guarantee that you'll ever see the light of another day. In Proverbs 27:1 we're told, "Boast not thyself of tomorrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth." Again in II Corinthians 6:2 we read, "Behold NOW is the accepted time; Behold NOW is the day of salvation". There are many other similar scriptures that warn against procrastination but I'll only mention two more. In Acts 17:30 we read, "God NOW commandeth all men everywhere to repent -- ". And in Hebrews 4:7 we're told, "TODAY if ye will hear His voice, harden not your hearts."
I believe that some of you who are reading this message have been basking in the sunshine of God's love, mercy and grace for many years. You've enjoyed the luxury of hearing the true Gospel and being convicted by the Holy Spirit of God through His Book, the Bible. Perhaps you've been fortunate enough to have been raised in a Christian home and have parents who are even now in Heaven, but you're still on your way to Hell because you've been procrastinating, or "putting it off" till later on in life. To you, God has a special warning in Proverbs 29:1 -- "He, that being often reproved hardeneth his neck, shall suddenly be destroyed, and that without remedy."
Well friend, you can't say that you haven't been warned. Sure you expect to get saved someday, but "Remember that the road to Hell is paved with good intentions !" No, don't be like Governor Felix in Acts Chapter 24 who trembled , yet said after the Apostle Paul preached the Gospel to him,--"Go thy way for this time, when I have a convenient season I will call for thee". We never read where he ever had a "convenient season". Again in Acts Chapter 26 we read of King Agrippa who was under such deep conviction of sin that he actually told the Apostle Paul,---"ALMOST thou persuadest me to be a Christian". We never read where either Governor Felix or King Agrippa ever trusted the Lord Jesus Christ as their Saviour. They were like so many people down in Hell today who were almost saved---BUT COMPLETELY LOST !
Today I've been bringing before you some of the spiritual doctors that are propagating their diabolical doctrines to their patients, or congregations, and according to the Bible they are "physicians of no value." Yes, even though they may have spent many years in a so-called "theological seminary", and may have the initials "D.D." after their names, for "Doctor of Divinity", yet those initials will mean "Doomed and Damned" unless they, too, trust the Lord Jesus Christ as their personal Saviour.
Two very important factors to remember when you visit the offices of the afore-mentioned "forgers of lies ... and physicians of no value" are that you usually enjoy what you hear so you schedule subsequent appointments, and the spiritual fees you pay have adverse eternal consequences. In Mark 8:36,37 the Lord says, "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul? Or what shall a man give in exchange for his soul."
In contrast, when a repentant sinner visits Dr. Jesus Christ, in believing faith, there is never a need for a return visit, nor is there a fee to be paid for the eternal salvation which they immediately receive from the "Great Physician." The Apostle Peter tells us in I Peter 1:18,19 that we are "not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver or gold ... but with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot." In Isaiah 55:1 we're told that God's salvation is "without money and without price." In Verse 3 of that same Chapter, God says, "Incline your ear and come unto Me: hear, and your soul shall live; and I will make an everlasting covenant with you."
It is also important that you know that regardless of how sin-sick you may be; or how many gross sins you have committed, there is no such thing as an incurable disease with the "Great Physician". He is able to save from the "guttermost to the uttermost", those that come unto God through faith in Him. The Lord makes it quite clear in John 14:6 when He says, "I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by Me."
Friends, why not admit that you are spiritually sick and that the only physician who has the only real remedy for your sin-sick soul is the Great Physician -- the Lord Jesus Christ? The remedy, or prescription for your sin, and my sin too, is the "precious blood of the Lord Jesus Christ" which flowed at Calvary's cross. In I John 1:7 we read that "the blood of Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us from ALL sin." And Friend, if you'll come by faith to Dr. Jesus Christ right now, you'll be instantly healed -- you'll be made every whit whole--- you'll be as sure of being in Heaven as though you were already walking the street of gold.
So whoever you are, and wherever you may be, just acknowledge your sinful condition in God's sight, repent of your sin, and simply trust Jesus Christ as your own and personal Saviour -- and friend, if you do, according to God Who cannot lie, you'll be saved for time---and thank God, you'll be saved for all eternity! And REMEMBER, MY FRIEND, THIS IS FOR ETERNITY!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=346 Sat, 13 Feb 2010 04:27:08 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=346 I have always been curious about this. Say if I have a story that I think will make for a great movie, how do I make that happen? Who should I contact? I sometimes see different persons' names under "Screenwriter" and "Story by" in the end credits part of some movies. Is it possible to just be paid for the overall story and not write the script?]]> I have always been curious about this. Say if I have a story that I think will make for a great movie, how do I make that happen? Who should I contact? I sometimes see different persons' names under "Screenwriter" and "Story by" in the end credits part of some movies. Is it possible to just be paid for the overall story and not write the script?]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=342 Mon, 08 Feb 2010 14:56:09 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=342


Amy brought Tiffany to her basement and unbutton her blouse which showed off her tiny breast being covered with a black bra which was showy.Then amy yelled"take off your shirt" which Tiffany only replied with "what?"But Amy repeated her self even louder "TAKE IT OFF' which tiffany did showing off her huge breast covered by a white tiny bra that should be ment for Amy's breast size but amy didnt mind because she saw tiffany's stomach which was on the puggy side while tiffany was looking at Amy's stomach so toned and hard and couldnt wait any longer for abs like that and said "please tell me how to get abs like that now" and started to cry a little with words that followed"all the other cheerleaders make fun of me,the guys dont even look at me so please tell me how."But Amy asked one question"Will you do every exerise that I tell you to"and Tiffany nodded her head.Amy then said "well lets get started"and placed her back against the wall and put her hands over her head and said"punch me in the abs"which Tiffany replied with"if you're mocking my weak abs stop it"but she could tell that amy wasnt kidding around.Tiffany made a fist got up to Amy and punched her lightly in the solar plex which didnt even hurt Amy.Shocked Tiffany punched a bit harder in the lower stomach and Amy moaned the words"HARDER!"which tiffany did in the belly button which made Amy moaned a little bit more but amy moaned the words "HARDER WEAK AB BITCH"which made tiffany mad and punched amy harder in the upper part of her stomach but was shocked at how hard was it and amy just kept on repeating herself untill finally tiffany was hitting as hard as she can into Amy's lower stomach since tiffany noticed how it was a bit softer there but soon tiffany notice that she saw something running down Amy's leg and was thinking is Amy masochirst and almost didnt heard Amy saying"take off my skirt which"tiffany did and was surpised at damp her underwear was.Then Amy smiled and said in a voice that horny school girl say in porn videos "I give you myself if you just say yes."Then tiffany said"I want you so BADLY"with a smile and the two kiss while tiffany kept on punching Amy in the upper stomach for hours untill they finally break down and started to go in deep,untill tiffany stopped said my mom is going to kill me if i be any later and ran home.Amy walked up her stairs and lied down poking her stomach seeing her stomach wont fight back against Amy's finger.Amy then sighed and said"just when it was getting good" and sent tiffany a text saying "its your turn lazy ab bitch so you better come back in one week or I come after you."And amy change her underwear with new ones and started to lick her the one she just wore .]]>


Amy brought Tiffany to her basement and unbutton her blouse which showed off her tiny breast being covered with a black bra which was showy.Then amy yelled"take off your shirt" which Tiffany only replied with "what?"But Amy repeated her self even louder "TAKE IT OFF' which tiffany did showing off her huge breast covered by a white tiny bra that should be ment for Amy's breast size but amy didnt mind because she saw tiffany's stomach which was on the puggy side while tiffany was looking at Amy's stomach so toned and hard and couldnt wait any longer for abs like that and said "please tell me how to get abs like that now" and started to cry a little with words that followed"all the other cheerleaders make fun of me,the guys dont even look at me so please tell me how."But Amy asked one question"Will you do every exerise that I tell you to"and Tiffany nodded her head.Amy then said "well lets get started"and placed her back against the wall and put her hands over her head and said"punch me in the abs"which Tiffany replied with"if you're mocking my weak abs stop it"but she could tell that amy wasnt kidding around.Tiffany made a fist got up to Amy and punched her lightly in the solar plex which didnt even hurt Amy.Shocked Tiffany punched a bit harder in the lower stomach and Amy moaned the words"HARDER!"which tiffany did in the belly button which made Amy moaned a little bit more but amy moaned the words "HARDER WEAK AB BITCH"which made tiffany mad and punched amy harder in the upper part of her stomach but was shocked at how hard was it and amy just kept on repeating herself untill finally tiffany was hitting as hard as she can into Amy's lower stomach since tiffany noticed how it was a bit softer there but soon tiffany notice that she saw something running down Amy's leg and was thinking is Amy masochirst and almost didnt heard Amy saying"take off my skirt which"tiffany did and was surpised at damp her underwear was.Then Amy smiled and said in a voice that horny school girl say in porn videos "I give you myself if you just say yes."Then tiffany said"I want you so BADLY"with a smile and the two kiss while tiffany kept on punching Amy in the upper stomach for hours untill they finally break down and started to go in deep,untill tiffany stopped said my mom is going to kill me if i be any later and ran home.Amy walked up her stairs and lied down poking her stomach seeing her stomach wont fight back against Amy's finger.Amy then sighed and said"just when it was getting good" and sent tiffany a text saying "its your turn lazy ab bitch so you better come back in one week or I come after you."And amy change her underwear with new ones and started to lick her the one she just wore .]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=341 Sun, 07 Feb 2010 20:05:40 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=341
If anybody wants more stories please leave a reply and if any other things you think should be added please say so.]]>
If anybody wants more stories please leave a reply and if any other things you think should be added please say so.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=340 Sun, 07 Feb 2010 03:12:45 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=340
(by: - Sonali Chakroborty)

Hello to all my Internet friends, this is Sonali Chakroborty again, the same Indian girl but this time I am 19 year old not 18. I am not a good storywriter as my English is not too good and my descriptions are not too good either (I think so). But you will not believe that my previous three stories that I have written seemed to be a hit to some of my friends. They have asked me to write another story regarding torturing a female stomach, squashing a female gut to hell. For this reason I am writing this new story. Like the previous one this is a fiction too. Here the name of the heroine is me, Sonali. You all know I like taking stomach tortures to the limit.
Before I start my story I must let every reader know that this is a totally fictional story and none of the actions is to be attempted in real. I must also state none of the action; events or Character (except that of Sonali) is real and bears no resemblance to the real world.

So here the story starts……………….

The name of our heroine in this story is Sonali, a 19-year-old cute girl, studying to be a doctor. She is a very brilliant girl and always holds the top spot at her medical college. She is a bubbly, childish sweet talkative and innocent kind of a girl.
Before we proceed further we need to know of the body posture of Sonali. She is a very cute little girl fair in complexion, 5’6” tall and her body is 34c/23/33, 103lbs weight. So every reader can understand that she has a very thin waistline. But the fact is that, her stomach is extremely concave and is very flat. When she lies on her back in a relaxed way it seems that a very flat valley is at place from a hill like ridge of the ribs. The stomach seems to be suddenly has sunked innnnnnnnn from the ribs. The ribs protrude like a large mountain from the plain of the stomach. She is very flat when seen from the side at her stomach. Again there is the deep innie vertical slit like navel, which adds more to her beauty. She has no spots or marks on her body and as a result we can call her the perfect beauty with a lovely smooth tan skin, face and body. But there lies a problem with her stomach, which almost let her loose her place from the astronaut group. And that was that, her stomach muscle. Her stomach muscle is too too weak. She cannot tighten her stomach muscle a bit. She has done thousands of stomach exercise but all went in vain. Her stomach is too soft. Any one who pokes her navel with a finger can feel the spine if she/he presses her stomach an inch or two. She is not at all skinny, but her stomach is extremely concave and flat, it seems that she is making her stomach sunked in all the time but she is actually not doing so. If some one ties a belt on her exposed belly at the navel area, it is sure that it would never touch her navel. The ribs remain jutting out all the time. For this incapability of hers she never tucks her shirt in her pants. But still she looks very very sexy. Her favorite color is pink and green, favorite dress is T-shirt and a low cut jeans shorts.

So here is how the story starts……………

Sonali has a great belly torture fetish. She wants to torture her guts to the limit; sometimes she tries to go past her limits. She is crazy about this fetish. She went to America to complete her MS (Master of Surgery) as she got the scholarship from Calcutta Medical College to study at USA. She was given all the money needed for the course, but was not given the money for food and lodging. For this reason she decided she has to do some par-time job to earn her living. One day she was searching the newspaper and suddenly her eyes lit up seeing a news stating as follows………
“needed a beautiful and slim girl for a XYZ belly torture video company, high pay is guaranteed for a short but painful session of an entire belly torture video”

This news lightened her eyes and she at once e-mailed to the company and told them that she is interested.

It was Sunday 8:00AM, Sonali just woke up with the doorbell; she put on her gown and opened the door and found Mrs. Derek Schiffer, the owner of the house Sonali has rented for living.
“hi, Sonali, good morning”, says Mrs. Derek.
Sonali: hi Mrs. Derek, how r u, and good morning to u too.”
Mrs. Derek: I hope ur study is going on fine.
Sonali: yes mam it doing fine. Come in and feel urself comfortable.
Mrs. Derek: thanks Sonali, I think u slept late last night right?
Sonali: yes mam, I need to study a lot these days, because this subjects are tough.
Mrs. Derek: Sonali I have come today because today is the day for the monthly pay of house rent and I guess you are ready for it.
Sonali: Mam I am very sorry to say that my dad has sent the money to me but it has not reached me till today, it will surely reach to me by next week and I shall be able to pay you then.
Mrs. Derek: I am really sorry Sonali, you have to pay to me within two days or I will have to through your baggage out.
Sonali: please Mrs. Derek; don’t be that rude to me, where shall I go in this unknown country.
Mrs. Derek: I don’t know where shall you go, I want my money and that’s final. And I need to tell you that you have a nice body Sonali, why don’t you use it to earn money (she tried to caress the belly part of Sonali over the gown but was surprised to find it a bit deeper than normal flat bellies. She then pressed it a bit and then a little hard and suddenly Sonali opposed.)
Sonali: Mrs. Derek! What are you doing?
Mrs. Derek: Sonali, I need to take a look at that stomach of yours, so can you take that gown off and show me that?
Sonali: Mrs. Derek, what are you talking about? I think you must leave now, I told you I shall pay you next week.
Mrs. Derek: who the hell are you to order to say to leave me from my house. If you don’t obey me, I shall throw you off right now and in this unknown world you will not get any room and there are thousands of human animals out there to tear every inch of flesh off this pretty body of yours, so don’t argue and obey.
Sonali took off her gown slowly and reluctantly. She was wearing a cut off jeans shorts that lie 2.5inches below the gorgeous navel of hers. She was also wearing a bra beneath that gown.
Mrs. Derek: Sonali, u have a great stomach, let me touch it.
Mrs. Derek placed one hand on the backbone of Sonali as a support and knelt down and with the tip of the right hand she pressed hard and deep at the navel of Sonali. She was surprised to find that she felt the spine. She again pressed at the lower belly, upper belly and solar plexus and was surprised to find the depth her fingers went in that concave stomach of Sonali.
Mrs. Derek: ok Sonali; tighten your stomach muscles now.
Sonali: Mrs. Derek, I cannot tighten up my stomach muscle, they are too weak.
Mrs. Derek: ok; now I understand how can I feel your spine that easily. Now lie down on the floor and close your eyes. If you open your eyes, that wont help you, mind it!
Sonali was too afraid of being thrown out and being raped, so she did as she was told. The next thing Sonali felt was the air whooshing out of her lungs and a great pain in her stomach and it seemed her guts were crushed. She opened her eyes to see that Mrs. Derek has jumped in the air and landed with both feet on her stomach and did not get off.
Sonali: OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UUUUUUUUUULLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
She heard all these to come off as a sound from her lips. After 3 minutes of trampling and jumping on her stomach, Mrs. Derek stepped down. Sonali was in total agony and pain, but she is used to take this kind of pain as these really turn her on. When her trampler, Mrs. Derek who was about 100lbs heavier than Sonali stepped down she tried to curl into a ball but Mrs. Derek ordered her to take the pain lying flat on her back.

Mrs. Derek: thank you Sonali, I loved this session of belly torture to you and I must admit I have never seen a belly so soft and so concave like that of yours. I have seen hundreds of belly punching, trampling, stomping, belly torture and navel torture videos but never came across a stomach like yours. The loveliest thing of you is that, you can take a lot of pain there. Again thanks for the small session; you have earned one more day to pay your rent now. So get up and try for some money. And now u have to promise me one thing.
Sonali: UUHHHH whaat??
Mrs. Derek: till you don’t pay my rents, I owe this stomach of urs and I will do anything to this stomach at any time I want. Is it ok to u??
Sonali: but mam, why?? Please for give me.
Mrs. Derek: if you don’t agree I will throw u off right now.
Sonali: ok mam, I agree, I agree.
Mrs. Derek: that’s better, you r my belly slave now, have a nice day Sonali, bye and see you soon (with a grin).
Sonali: bye mam.

Sonali was in a bit of pain, she picked herself up and went to the bathroom and got into the hot water bathtub. While lying in the tub she was rubbing her stomach deep to try to recede the pain and also to turn herself on. She got out off the shower and was thinking of what would she do this vacation, she has nowhere to go and has to pay the rent too. She took the phone and telephoned to India to her father and asked what happened to the money and has disheartened to hear that there was a post office strike going on in India and the money would come in a month. Now she was very nervous but didn’t show to her dad, as they might get worried. She left the phone on the bed and lay flat on her back on the bed thinking about what she would do now, whom would she ask for some help, and so and so. The pain in her stomach has receded, she slowly poked her stomach and it did not feel any pain.
Suddenly the phone rang…………
Caller: hello, can I talk to Miss Sonali Chakroborty?
Sonali: yes, speaking.
Caller: Miss Sonali, I am calling from XYZ Belly Torture Video Company, we considered your mail and we wish to interview you today 2:00pm noon. Are you free to come over??
Sonali: oh yes I am free today, I will reach there.
Caller: ok Miss, please note down our address.
Sonali: hang on just a minute (she took out a pen and a paper), ok tell me.
Caller:#########################################################################​############################. Is it ok?
Sonali: please tell me how shall I reach there, I don’t know the route.
Caller: ok note down. ############
Sonali: thanks I’ll be there by 2:00pm.
She put down the phone and was relieved.

By 1:00PM Sonali arrived at the destination she was asked to go to. It was a dark and a bit scary, dirty place that Sonali hates.
There was a stairs and she climbed it and reached an office. It was quite clean and well-decorated and looked complete contrast with the outside alley. She went in and there was a receptionist, a beautiful blond woman of the age of mid 20s. When she saw Sonali she smiled and asked whether she could help her.
Sonali: actually I am here because I was given an appointment at 2:00Pm today.
Receptionist: oh, I see. Are you Miss Sonali Chakroborty?
Sonali: oh yes I am.
Receptionist: hello, Miss Sonali, I am Kathy, I am the receptionist in this “XYZ belly torture video” company. You are a bit early, that’s good; I’ll inform the boss, hang on.
Sonali: I’m waiting here.
Kathy: hey Sonali, our boss, Mr. John is calling you inside. Go through there.
Sonali: thanks.
She went through the mentioned direction and found a room with the name on the door as “THE BOSS”.
She knocked the door and a firm sound came from within, “come in”.
Sonali: hello dir, im Sonali Chakroborty.
John: hi miss Sonali, sit down on the chair and feel comfortable. It’s a pleasure to the eyes to see a ravishing beauty like you in front of me.
Sonali: thanks for the complement sir.
-Ok, Sonali I hope you know what is this company about.
Yes sir I know some.
Some is not the right word; our main priority is to make a good video for our customer.
I’ll try my best sir.
Ok Sonali, I need to inspect your stomach first before I appoint you. So take your clothes off.
But sir is it that necessary?
Yes my dear; do it as I say.
Sonali hesitantly unbuttoned her shirts and as soon she took her shirts off, John said, “STOP!”
“Wait a minute, I don’t believe my eyes what am I seeing? You have a gorgeous belly; you will earn us a fortune. Lie down on my table, now!” said John.
She did as she was said. Then John slowly unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped the pant and spread it open to reveal the entire belly. The stomach was o much sunken in and the ribs jutting out like mountains. Next she was asked to rise up her hands over her head. She looked do deliciously sexy. John pressed all her fingers in her stomach and searched every inch of the tummy trying to find out which is the strongest pint but failed to find any. So he asked Sonali to tighten her stomach but Sonali stated her incapability to tighten her stomach to John. He called his company doctor and made a quick test of Sonali’s stomach and the doctor inferred it is an extremely rare case and Sonali cannot tighten her stomach but inferred that she has the endurance of pain that exceeds any of the girls who are into belly torture business. She would be a super-duper hit.
Then John tried to take the bra off Sonali and with one hand tried to rub her pussy, but Sonali protested. She said she wouldn’t disclose her secret parts in the films.
John: look Sonali; we have to satisfy our customers. They like torturing a woman with no clothes on her body. This belly torture videos are getting popular day by days and we have to do well and do whatever new to satisfy our customers, that is our priority.
Sonali: ok Boss, I understand what you are trying to say but you know, I am an Indian girl and we Indians are not like you western people. We have a culture and heritage of our own. We girls do not disclose our clothes easily, so please pardon me. I can’t strip naked in any of your videos. I’m really sorry. I really needed lots of money to pay someone or otherwise she would through me out of her house.
Sonali, you are a very sweet girl and too innocent. But this is a business. I know that your belly will earn us a fortune. Then if you are not ready to strip totally naked then we have to come to a compromise.
That’s a fair proposal.
Ok we shall not strip you naked, instead we shall expose as much of the stomach of yours as possible. Do you agree on that?
Yes I agree.
You have to give some more to us Sonali; because you wont strip, you shall have to sign a contract to us which will state “you are willingly giving your entire stomach to us and we can do whatever we can do whatever to that stomach of yours anytime we want and as long as we like till you die.” We are going to show our customers what really belly torture means. We shall squash those guts to hell.
What happens if I get seriously hurt?
Don’t worry my sweet little flower, we have the best of doctors and our personal Operation Theatre and all the measures to save you. And we are not that fool to kill our fortune. In fact you will be given the highest pay that is $1000 per week shoot. We shall rule the world of belly torture videos with your stomach.
Ok Boss, I agree.
Ok that’s a nice decision. You come tomorrow and we shall make the official contract and we will shoot for you and make a nice script.
Ok Boss, bye.
Bye sweetie, come here tomorrow at 10:00AM morning. And as you need some money take this $100 as a token money.
Thanks Boss. Bye.
She left the building and reached home at 3:35Pm. In the road she bought some medical books for her studies. She was really happy that her fetish would be fulfilled in a great way, her entire stomach will be filled with pain and guts will be squashed to their limits. She really wanted to test her limit of talking pain but now at last some one would go far her limits. This idea made her wet. She again took a shower and came back and was thinking of this and she doesn’t know when she slept. She woke up at 6:00Pm. She had a bit of some fruits and went for study. The day went past this way.

Next day she woke up at 4:00AM with the sound of the alarm clock. She woke up did her normal exercises and did a lot of deep belly massage for one hour. At 5:30Am she went for a bath and took the breakfast and did some deeper belly massages for 2 more hours. All she wanted is to keep her belly as soft as possible. She wanted her tormentors to go as deep as to the other side of the stomach (i.e. to the back).

At 9:30 she arrived at her destination and was surprised to find a great deal of hurry in the office. All were welcoming the new forthcoming belly star. The boss ran there as soon he heard that Sonali has arrived.
Boss: welcome my sweet belly slave, come in. I have made the contract, read it carefully and sign it.
As you wish John.
Ok then read it carefully and patiently, mind it if you break the contract we can have the privilege to send you behind the bars.
Ok I have read it all and I’ll sign it now, can I have the pen John?
Yes my dear, here it is and from this moment if you call me John, you will get a punch in your tummy. Here everyone calls me Boss. So I hope you will do it too.
Yes boss, I will. Here I have signed the contract, my belly is yours from today for one full year.
Nice words Sonali, welcome to the world of belly pain. Now listen what I say carefully. First keep a copy of the contract with you. Now hear me. Our company is not doing well these days because the girls we have are not good belly torture takers but they become very sadistic when they are giving. And we didn’t have this type of contract too with anyone else. So we have to care for them but there is no such problem with you. We shall beat the shit out of you. You said you wanted to check your limits of stomach pain and gut crushing, but I can make you fully assured that we may go past your limits. You will be our main sub belly girl. So you will have a lot of pain in your belly from today onwards. So enjoy the PAIN!!!!!!!
Sonali’s heart was throbbing in fear and also she was a bit turned on with those words. She was anxiously waiting for now the moment of truth came what she has been waiting for her entire, someone who can kill her guts.
Wait for us Sonali; we’ll be back with the script, in the mean time get your belly softened up in our softening machine. Kathy will help you.
Ok
Hi, Sonali, remember me?
Yes, you are Kathy.
Right. As the Boss said, come with me.
Ok.
Ok Sonali; here is your belly softening machine, take your clothes off and reveal as much of your stomach as possible.
What is this thing?
I told you Sonali; it is a belly message machine. You see this iron ball; it is six inches in diameter and 130lbs in weight. The control panel over there is to operate the speed and intensity of the message. So how would you like your message?
I would like deep and painful one in its full intensity.
Fine, then you must dress in this string bikini. And tell me what did you eat today morning?
Not much just a cup of coffee and a biscuit.
That’s good; an empty stomach will take more punishment. So how deep massage do you want?
As deep as to the spine.
Ok, I’ll do it.
She operated some keys on a control panel and the cold metal ball descended and crashed the guts of the bound Sonali, and began to rotate and revolve and was squashing the entire stomach of Sonali. This massage session went on for 30 minutes and when the ball moved up, Sonali felt dizzy and it seems that there is no stomach with her. It also felt good.
Oh, it felt good; my stomach is so soft now.
Hi there Sonali, are u ready? (Boss)
Yes I am ready.
Ok take these pills before we prepare you.
What is it for?
These pills are for multiple purposes. Our scientists have invented them, and guess what you are the first one to try them. They will not allow you to tighten your stomach, not allow you to sweat will make your stomach more concave, would make the spinal chord more strong and not allow to break, would not allow you to get any permanent internal injuries and would not allow you to pass out that easily until the pain is far far out of your control and will not allow formation of any bruises or red marks on your stomach.
Ok.
You know this has to be done because our customers do not like tight stomachs and fake tortures. They want real and we will give them what they want.
For how many hours will the effect of these pills continue?
For 7 days at least as we are told by our scientists.
Ok.
Ok now wear those string bikinis and that police dress. Our make up girl will help you.
Ok.
Now before you dress I want you to tell you the script.
Ok Boss.

You, Betty, Cathy, Sandra and Suzi are three friends. You are the most beautiful and sexiest of all the three. You are the best in all the fields of life. Though you all are best friends but your friends are jealous of you. So they want to punish you. They know you like stomach tortures and so they are going to punish you or probably kill you by torturing your stomach. Mind it we will complete this in one take and you must take all the punishment they give and don’t say any stupid or foolish words which might have to make a cut. Do u get it?
Ok I get it.
So start camera, lights, ACTION!
Sonali entered the room of Cathy. She was invited by the rest of the three and she was said they were going to some unknown place for the rest of the summer holiday.
Hi, all am I late?
No you are just in time. We are all set to leave soon (Betty).
But you haven’t told me where are we going?
We are going to one of the old warehouse in the countryside far away from the human livings. It was an old warehouse of ours (Cathy).
What would we do there?
Have a lot of fun (Suzi).
Ok; so lets ROLL!
Yesssssssssssss.
It was 2 days of long and bumpy drive and at last they arrived at the place. From outside it looked to be an old warehouse but from inside it looked to be a medieval torture chamber.
Hey what a place is this, really scary, looks like a medieval torture chamber.
Yes it is certainly. Now girls go and get a shower and fresh yourselves up, we have a long week of work to do (Cathy).
Sure (Betty).
They all got freshen up with a nice shower. Sonali came in and asked for some food as she was starving for food.
Hey, get me some food I am starving.
Suddenly Cathy chloroformed Sonali, and within few seconds she passed out.

When she came back to her senses her head was still spinning, vision not clear, brain was hazy. Slowly she got her composure back and found herself in a very uncomfortable and painful situation. She was stripped to her string bikinis. She was bound in a strange manner. Her left wrist was tightly bound to her right shoulder and right wrist with the left shoulder. Then the arm was raised above the head and painfully stretched over the head. The elbows rest on the head painfully stretching her entire torso. She was not tied on a torture rack but she was bound in such a manner that it seemed she is stretched in a torture tack. She was totally free from any external bondage. As a result of this type of bondage, her torso was stretched up, ribcage jutting out and the stomach moves more concave and innnnnnn. The ankles of the leg was tied with ropes in such a manner that the ankles can move only one feet apart. Her captivators made it sure that in any condition her bondage do not loosen a millimeter. In this manner she was lying on the ground flat on her back.
When she regained her sight, she saw her friends standing around her. Cathy gave a huge stomp on her stomach. The emptiness of the stomach did not resist and the boot went as deep as to the spine without resistance.
OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGLLL
Ha ha ha, we finally got you (Betty).
OOOOUFFFFFFFF…………… why are you doing this to me, please leave me.
You Indian slut! We’ll now torture your belly until you die.
But why?
Because you are the most beautiful of all of us. All the boys looks at you and the boys who dates us tries to pick you up and ignores us.
So what’s my fault in it, I have no boy friend and I don’t date any boy. What would I do if they always try to pick me up? I never dress like to please the boys. Then where is my fault?
Your fault is you are so beautiful and your stomach is so sexy, thin, flat, concave and soft. So we will destroy it.
They gave another huge stomp by all four on separate areas of the stomach.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I love that sound (Sandra).
UUUUHHHHH UUHHHHHHHH UHHH UHH uh uh uh!!!!!
Do you like that you stupid Indian slut?
Please don’t call any bad names for my country; I never disrespect your country so why would you say such bad words for my country?
Ok ok, I am sorry.
Stop talking and lets beat the shit out of this beauty’s stomach (Suzy).
Now they pulled Sonali with the hair and made her stand with back on the wall and they started pummeling their fists in different portions of her stomach. Suzy concentrated on the bellybutton, Sandra on the lower belly, Cathy on the upper belly and the solar plexus; but Betty was doing the job of holding Sonali so that she wont fell down or bend down. The punches were methodical. One punch to the bellybutton is followed by two punches at the same time at the upper and lower belly. These latter punches are given in such a way to move the guts towards the navel. That means Sandra who was punching the lower belly punched an uppercut displacing the guts upwards and Cathy who was concentrating on the upper part was punching downwards so as to displace the guts downwards. The emptiness of the stomach (along with the pills of the Boss) made every punch penetrate as deep as the spine of this girl. This was followed by continuous OOOOOOUFFFFF UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGHHH OOOOOOUUUFFFFFF UUUUUUUMMMPPHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO and these types of sound from the mouth of the little Indian girl. She took as many as 40 such punches when her eyes rolled back and she was on the verge of passing out.
Hey, the bitch is passing out (Betty).
Ok so lets give her a time to breath. We don’t want her to pass out. We want to inflict as much pain in her belly as possible in her full consciousness. Give her something to revive her (Sandra).
Cathy threw some glass of ice-cold water on Sonali’s face. She came to full consciousness.
Why are you doing this to me, please leave me. I’ll leave this city; I’ll run back to India, please for gods sake stop this (pleaded Sonali).
Hey we haven’t started yet and you are saying to stop (Cathy).
I can’t take any more of this pain. You might do some permanent injury to my stomach.
That’s the idea Sonali; we will do more than that. We don’t want you to live after this week. No one will know if you are dead (Sandra).
Please remember we are friends, try to remember all the good things I have done to you, I have never done any harm to anybody, I have always helped you with all my notes and you scored good marks with the help of them. So for that sake leave me.
Enough of the talking, let’s give this little bitch a little of the starting pain of what she loves. But you must be assured Sonali that after this you will never love belly torture again (Suzy).
With these words Cathy brought a black cloth and blindfolded Sonali. She was then tied on the floor on her back. Her legs were tied to the leg-post of a heavy 5-foot height table. Cathy secured her head along with the arms, which were bound, so that they won’t move.
Now the rest of the three that is Betty, Sandra and Suzy began stomping her belly with all their weights behind them to the upper belly, lower belly and belly button respectively. There was a pause of 2 seconds between each stomp. The girls got into a competition how deep each one can go. They all had only one target in their mind and that is to break the spinal column of Sonali. All tried their best to do it but though Sonali had a stomach as soft as butter but her spinal column is very very strong. In a span of 5 minutes she took 53 full weight stomps.
(The Boss was very surprised to see the Sonali didn’t pass out or die)
A thin film of blood trickled out of the mouth of Sonali. It seems she is having some internal injury. But this won’t stop the punishment by these sadistic girls. Cathy who was holding Sonali got most frustrated and she told Suzy to hold Sonali and she herself stomped Sonali a couple of times with her full weight and then climbed that 5-foot table and jumped off from it directly on the bellybutton of Sonali. A huge UUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHH​HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! came out of Sonali’s mouth. With it Sonali began to cough some blood too. The girls (as well the Boss) really liked the reaction of Sonali. So they gave Sonali a five-minute break and then they each took turns and dropped from the table directly on different parts of Sonali’s belly. After 10 such stomps Sonali could not resist and passed out.
When Sonali came to her senses she found that she was suspended upside down by her legs spread at 60ºangles from each other. Her hands were now free from the previous bondage but now it was bound to two ropes each tied with bags weighing 100Kg each. Thus it is understood that she was stretched to her limits hanging upside down. The bags were hanging 6 inches off the floor. Her back was just touching the wall behind. As she came to her full sense she found a heavy blow of a punch in her lower stomach just above her private parts. She couldn’t believe that her friend’s punch could be so painful but later she found out that all the four of her tormentors were armed with a pair of brass metal glove. The extra weight if the glove helped penetrate easily to her stone. They were now playing a contest tournament among the four. By their words she understood that two of them will stand before Sonali and punch her 25 times each one at a time and see how deep can each of them go and how fast can they knock out Sonali or rather make Sonali pass out. The winner of the two meets the winner of the next two and the last two will meet in the finals.
Sonali was stretched and her stomach looks so concave and her ribcage was looking to be coming out of her body.
First I and Betty will take our chance (Suzy).
Ok we will toss who gets the first chance (Betty).
I won; I will allow you to take the first chance.
Ok, I’ll beat the shit out her in 15 blows. I don’t need 25.
Ok now go for her stomach but don’t hurt her ribs or any bones except her spine. If anyone of us can break her spine into two she will get a treat from all of us next week. You can punch any part of her stomach but you have to punch within 20 seconds of the former punch, that’s the rule (Cathy).
Start (Sandra).
The first punch was on the belly button with full strength and it really penetrated to her wrist.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLGGGHHHHH (Sonali).
On the navel again within 3 seconds.
UUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The solar plexus.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WWWWWWWWHHHHHHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
It was really surprising to see that Sonali didn’t pass out by the 25 punches, which really rattled her guts in all corners of her stomach.
My turn (Suzy).
No we will give her some time to recover or otherwise you will get an extra benefit (Cathy).
After 10 minutes Suzy you will start (Sandra).
Sandra started delivering punches deep and effective and didn’t give Sonali time to recover. She was punching her in the speed of a machinegun. Sonali fainted with the 20th punch.
I win (Suzy).
Congratulation (Betty), but she was very angry within herself on Sonali that she didn’t faint at her 25 blows.
Now it’s ours turn Sandra to find out who is the more powerful of us (Cathy).
Yes and let’s toss and decide who will take the first opportunity (Sandra).
Cathy won the toss and opted for Sandra to take the first shot. Sandra is a powerful and strong girl but she could not knock out Sonali within her 25 shots. But Cathy, the biggest and the strongest of the girls who knew lots of boxing and martial art techniques knocked Sonali out in 12 blows.
In the final Cathy faced Suzy. But they found out that Sonali is probably not ready for the final. So they took a break of three hours and left Sonali writhing on the floor of a dark enclosed cell type room.
After three hours Sonali was bound in the same position as before that is bound upside down and stretched. But there was something in the eyes of Sandra and Betty. They have some real bad plan for Sonali. By the way in the final the rules are changed. The contestants will punch once followed by a punch from the opponent. Who ever will knock Sonali out wins. They must give a one-minute pause between each punch.
So the final started and first Cathy delivered a massive blow in sonali’s solar plexus and it knocked the wind out of her with an OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! Next Suzy came up cracked her brass knuckle and gave a massive uppercut at Sonali’s lower belly which finished up at the ribs. A reaction, which came out of Sonali, was UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUU ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!! Like this the match went on and on the 19th round Cathy won the tournament. They all congratulated Cathy and let Sonali fall on the floor and curl up like a ball. They left her there for 10 minutes and then tied her in her first bondage. Then they blindfolded her and let her stand. Suddenly from nowhere emerged Betty and Sandra both with a sledgehammer in their hand. Betty gave a full swing of her arm and hit Sonali’s navel with that heavy sledgehammer. Sonali flew about 10 feet away and coughed a huge amount of blood. Next Betty made Sonali stand up and Sandra gave a similar blow to the stomach of Sonali. Sonali now understood that if this continues she would surely die. She tried to speak out to stop this assault but no words came out of her mouth. She was bleeding internally now. Next she was tied as in the contest and all the four girls began to hit Sonali in the stomach at will with sledgehammers. After some time it was seen that Sonali is not responding to any hit and only blood is tickling down her mouth.
- CUT IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Was the call of the Boss). Excellent girls you have done a superb job. I can bet that this video will break all fetish video records.
Hey she is not moving!!! (a man who went to check Sonali called aloud).
What? (Boss).
Yes Boss, she is not moving, she is out cold.
Ok; call the doctor and our paramedical team, we don’t want her to die, we don’t have it in the contract.
Sonali was handed over to the medical team and they took her. Later about two hours later they reported that she has taken more pain than that she can stand. They all are really surprised of the fact how can a girl with a soft belly like Sonali can take this much pain and still she does not dies. They said Sonali has suffered some internal injuries and she had to be taken care of till she becomes all right. They were also surprised how well the pills worked. They also informed the Boss that she would not have to be operated. But good care should be taken of her and they suggested she must be kept in the ICU(Intensive Care Unit) for at least 2 weeks. She would be able to lead a normal life after 5-6 weeks.
It has been 3 weeks since Sonali was lying in the hospital bed. Her friends of the company and the Boss regularly attended her.
Hi Sonali (Boss).
Hello Boss; how is everything going?
Everything is fine and you don’t have to worry for that. Just get well soon. We all are praying for you to get well soon.
Thanks Boss. By the way, how is the video doing?
It is a superb hit. We have sold nearly a million copies of the video. It has broken all the fetish films record. You have rally done a great job my little flower. We are now the best belly torture video company of the whole world. You have helped us to take belly torture fetish on top of every fetish.
You are too kind to say that but it really hurts. I almost thought for once I would surely die. But what a death would it be.
Cathy found out at the end of the shoot that you were really wet. The doctor said that the pleasure has taken over the pain and for that reason you lived otherwise you would have died. I am really sorry Sonali; I really got carried away this time. I should have stopped this assault long before.
Its ok Boss; I kind of liked this assault.
Sonali I declare an extra bonus of $10,000 to all of you, I mean all my co-stars, technicians, cameraman and all those who are related with this company. And you will get an extra of $5,000 from me for you superb job.
Thanks Boss.
There was a huge cheering from behind and when Sonali saw there she found all the crewmembers were there to see her. She is a really nice girl and everyone who sees her likes her.
Hey Sonali, we have in fact left the “ROWDY’s” behind too.
Who are these ROWDY?
They are a fetish underground company. They deal with belly torture too. But they kill the girl they use. We are really on a roll now. In fact you have a fan club of your own.
That’s great news Boss.
We must go now Sonali the visiting hour is over. We will be back tomorrow.
Ok Boss and thank you for all you have done to us. Thanks to all you guys for coming here to see me.
Bye Bye
Bye.
Life was running smoothly for Sonali for the next 6 months. She has become a star for the belly fetish people. She also got enough money for all her needs. She also has topped the University in her exam. Life has never been so good to Sonali.
(But every happiness has a darker side waiting behind.)

One day Sonali was returning from the college and she went to the studio for some chatting with the friends and talk with the Boss for the new script. After that she was returning to her home she was asked by Cindy (another actor who takes belly tortures) to drop Sonali at her home. It was nearly 10:00Pm night and while passing through an ally suddenly a car came storming near them and a man from inside it tried to grab one of the girl and pick her up in the car. But he missed and Sonali and Cindy became very afraid and started to run. They were running and screaming for help. The car started following them but thanks to god that a police petrol car was nearby and hearing theirs screams (specially that of Sonali) some police cars surrounded the car and all of the 12 persons inside the car were arrested. Sonali later found out that they were some important members belonging to the “ROWDY”. Cindy became very afraid to go to the court but Sonali told everything to the police and those 12 persons (7 men and 5 women) were sent to jail for one year.
After that the Boss told Sonali and Cindy to be careful especially to Sonali, as she was responsible for their imprisonment. He said that they might attack her.
But why (Sonali)?
Because you have told the police everything and you are responsible for their imprisonment (Boss).
But I think they deserve punishment.
Yes but they are the “ROWDY’s” and I guess you might be in trouble. For that reason I have sent an appeal to the police commissioner for your security.
Thanks Boss.
You are too important for us. We are getting thousands of e-mails about custom videos on you.
What’s harm in that?
There they want you naked and they want us to kill you while belly torturing you. We are not killers. We can’t do it.
You are so kind and careful to me Boss.
It’s my duty.]]>
(by: - Sonali Chakroborty)

Hello to all my Internet friends, this is Sonali Chakroborty again, the same Indian girl but this time I am 19 year old not 18. I am not a good storywriter as my English is not too good and my descriptions are not too good either (I think so). But you will not believe that my previous three stories that I have written seemed to be a hit to some of my friends. They have asked me to write another story regarding torturing a female stomach, squashing a female gut to hell. For this reason I am writing this new story. Like the previous one this is a fiction too. Here the name of the heroine is me, Sonali. You all know I like taking stomach tortures to the limit.
Before I start my story I must let every reader know that this is a totally fictional story and none of the actions is to be attempted in real. I must also state none of the action; events or Character (except that of Sonali) is real and bears no resemblance to the real world.

So here the story starts……………….

The name of our heroine in this story is Sonali, a 19-year-old cute girl, studying to be a doctor. She is a very brilliant girl and always holds the top spot at her medical college. She is a bubbly, childish sweet talkative and innocent kind of a girl.
Before we proceed further we need to know of the body posture of Sonali. She is a very cute little girl fair in complexion, 5’6” tall and her body is 34c/23/33, 103lbs weight. So every reader can understand that she has a very thin waistline. But the fact is that, her stomach is extremely concave and is very flat. When she lies on her back in a relaxed way it seems that a very flat valley is at place from a hill like ridge of the ribs. The stomach seems to be suddenly has sunked innnnnnnnn from the ribs. The ribs protrude like a large mountain from the plain of the stomach. She is very flat when seen from the side at her stomach. Again there is the deep innie vertical slit like navel, which adds more to her beauty. She has no spots or marks on her body and as a result we can call her the perfect beauty with a lovely smooth tan skin, face and body. But there lies a problem with her stomach, which almost let her loose her place from the astronaut group. And that was that, her stomach muscle. Her stomach muscle is too too weak. She cannot tighten her stomach muscle a bit. She has done thousands of stomach exercise but all went in vain. Her stomach is too soft. Any one who pokes her navel with a finger can feel the spine if she/he presses her stomach an inch or two. She is not at all skinny, but her stomach is extremely concave and flat, it seems that she is making her stomach sunked in all the time but she is actually not doing so. If some one ties a belt on her exposed belly at the navel area, it is sure that it would never touch her navel. The ribs remain jutting out all the time. For this incapability of hers she never tucks her shirt in her pants. But still she looks very very sexy. Her favorite color is pink and green, favorite dress is T-shirt and a low cut jeans shorts.

So here is how the story starts……………

Sonali has a great belly torture fetish. She wants to torture her guts to the limit; sometimes she tries to go past her limits. She is crazy about this fetish. She went to America to complete her MS (Master of Surgery) as she got the scholarship from Calcutta Medical College to study at USA. She was given all the money needed for the course, but was not given the money for food and lodging. For this reason she decided she has to do some par-time job to earn her living. One day she was searching the newspaper and suddenly her eyes lit up seeing a news stating as follows………
“needed a beautiful and slim girl for a XYZ belly torture video company, high pay is guaranteed for a short but painful session of an entire belly torture video”

This news lightened her eyes and she at once e-mailed to the company and told them that she is interested.

It was Sunday 8:00AM, Sonali just woke up with the doorbell; she put on her gown and opened the door and found Mrs. Derek Schiffer, the owner of the house Sonali has rented for living.
“hi, Sonali, good morning”, says Mrs. Derek.
Sonali: hi Mrs. Derek, how r u, and good morning to u too.”
Mrs. Derek: I hope ur study is going on fine.
Sonali: yes mam it doing fine. Come in and feel urself comfortable.
Mrs. Derek: thanks Sonali, I think u slept late last night right?
Sonali: yes mam, I need to study a lot these days, because this subjects are tough.
Mrs. Derek: Sonali I have come today because today is the day for the monthly pay of house rent and I guess you are ready for it.
Sonali: Mam I am very sorry to say that my dad has sent the money to me but it has not reached me till today, it will surely reach to me by next week and I shall be able to pay you then.
Mrs. Derek: I am really sorry Sonali, you have to pay to me within two days or I will have to through your baggage out.
Sonali: please Mrs. Derek; don’t be that rude to me, where shall I go in this unknown country.
Mrs. Derek: I don’t know where shall you go, I want my money and that’s final. And I need to tell you that you have a nice body Sonali, why don’t you use it to earn money (she tried to caress the belly part of Sonali over the gown but was surprised to find it a bit deeper than normal flat bellies. She then pressed it a bit and then a little hard and suddenly Sonali opposed.)
Sonali: Mrs. Derek! What are you doing?
Mrs. Derek: Sonali, I need to take a look at that stomach of yours, so can you take that gown off and show me that?
Sonali: Mrs. Derek, what are you talking about? I think you must leave now, I told you I shall pay you next week.
Mrs. Derek: who the hell are you to order to say to leave me from my house. If you don’t obey me, I shall throw you off right now and in this unknown world you will not get any room and there are thousands of human animals out there to tear every inch of flesh off this pretty body of yours, so don’t argue and obey.
Sonali took off her gown slowly and reluctantly. She was wearing a cut off jeans shorts that lie 2.5inches below the gorgeous navel of hers. She was also wearing a bra beneath that gown.
Mrs. Derek: Sonali, u have a great stomach, let me touch it.
Mrs. Derek placed one hand on the backbone of Sonali as a support and knelt down and with the tip of the right hand she pressed hard and deep at the navel of Sonali. She was surprised to find that she felt the spine. She again pressed at the lower belly, upper belly and solar plexus and was surprised to find the depth her fingers went in that concave stomach of Sonali.
Mrs. Derek: ok Sonali; tighten your stomach muscles now.
Sonali: Mrs. Derek, I cannot tighten up my stomach muscle, they are too weak.
Mrs. Derek: ok; now I understand how can I feel your spine that easily. Now lie down on the floor and close your eyes. If you open your eyes, that wont help you, mind it!
Sonali was too afraid of being thrown out and being raped, so she did as she was told. The next thing Sonali felt was the air whooshing out of her lungs and a great pain in her stomach and it seemed her guts were crushed. She opened her eyes to see that Mrs. Derek has jumped in the air and landed with both feet on her stomach and did not get off.
Sonali: OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
UUUUUUUUUULLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH UUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
She heard all these to come off as a sound from her lips. After 3 minutes of trampling and jumping on her stomach, Mrs. Derek stepped down. Sonali was in total agony and pain, but she is used to take this kind of pain as these really turn her on. When her trampler, Mrs. Derek who was about 100lbs heavier than Sonali stepped down she tried to curl into a ball but Mrs. Derek ordered her to take the pain lying flat on her back.

Mrs. Derek: thank you Sonali, I loved this session of belly torture to you and I must admit I have never seen a belly so soft and so concave like that of yours. I have seen hundreds of belly punching, trampling, stomping, belly torture and navel torture videos but never came across a stomach like yours. The loveliest thing of you is that, you can take a lot of pain there. Again thanks for the small session; you have earned one more day to pay your rent now. So get up and try for some money. And now u have to promise me one thing.
Sonali: UUHHHH whaat??
Mrs. Derek: till you don’t pay my rents, I owe this stomach of urs and I will do anything to this stomach at any time I want. Is it ok to u??
Sonali: but mam, why?? Please for give me.
Mrs. Derek: if you don’t agree I will throw u off right now.
Sonali: ok mam, I agree, I agree.
Mrs. Derek: that’s better, you r my belly slave now, have a nice day Sonali, bye and see you soon (with a grin).
Sonali: bye mam.

Sonali was in a bit of pain, she picked herself up and went to the bathroom and got into the hot water bathtub. While lying in the tub she was rubbing her stomach deep to try to recede the pain and also to turn herself on. She got out off the shower and was thinking of what would she do this vacation, she has nowhere to go and has to pay the rent too. She took the phone and telephoned to India to her father and asked what happened to the money and has disheartened to hear that there was a post office strike going on in India and the money would come in a month. Now she was very nervous but didn’t show to her dad, as they might get worried. She left the phone on the bed and lay flat on her back on the bed thinking about what she would do now, whom would she ask for some help, and so and so. The pain in her stomach has receded, she slowly poked her stomach and it did not feel any pain.
Suddenly the phone rang…………
Caller: hello, can I talk to Miss Sonali Chakroborty?
Sonali: yes, speaking.
Caller: Miss Sonali, I am calling from XYZ Belly Torture Video Company, we considered your mail and we wish to interview you today 2:00pm noon. Are you free to come over??
Sonali: oh yes I am free today, I will reach there.
Caller: ok Miss, please note down our address.
Sonali: hang on just a minute (she took out a pen and a paper), ok tell me.
Caller:#########################################################################​############################. Is it ok?
Sonali: please tell me how shall I reach there, I don’t know the route.
Caller: ok note down. ############
Sonali: thanks I’ll be there by 2:00pm.
She put down the phone and was relieved.

By 1:00PM Sonali arrived at the destination she was asked to go to. It was a dark and a bit scary, dirty place that Sonali hates.
There was a stairs and she climbed it and reached an office. It was quite clean and well-decorated and looked complete contrast with the outside alley. She went in and there was a receptionist, a beautiful blond woman of the age of mid 20s. When she saw Sonali she smiled and asked whether she could help her.
Sonali: actually I am here because I was given an appointment at 2:00Pm today.
Receptionist: oh, I see. Are you Miss Sonali Chakroborty?
Sonali: oh yes I am.
Receptionist: hello, Miss Sonali, I am Kathy, I am the receptionist in this “XYZ belly torture video” company. You are a bit early, that’s good; I’ll inform the boss, hang on.
Sonali: I’m waiting here.
Kathy: hey Sonali, our boss, Mr. John is calling you inside. Go through there.
Sonali: thanks.
She went through the mentioned direction and found a room with the name on the door as “THE BOSS”.
She knocked the door and a firm sound came from within, “come in”.
Sonali: hello dir, im Sonali Chakroborty.
John: hi miss Sonali, sit down on the chair and feel comfortable. It’s a pleasure to the eyes to see a ravishing beauty like you in front of me.
Sonali: thanks for the complement sir.
-Ok, Sonali I hope you know what is this company about.
Yes sir I know some.
Some is not the right word; our main priority is to make a good video for our customer.
I’ll try my best sir.
Ok Sonali, I need to inspect your stomach first before I appoint you. So take your clothes off.
But sir is it that necessary?
Yes my dear; do it as I say.
Sonali hesitantly unbuttoned her shirts and as soon she took her shirts off, John said, “STOP!”
“Wait a minute, I don’t believe my eyes what am I seeing? You have a gorgeous belly; you will earn us a fortune. Lie down on my table, now!” said John.
She did as she was said. Then John slowly unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped the pant and spread it open to reveal the entire belly. The stomach was o much sunken in and the ribs jutting out like mountains. Next she was asked to rise up her hands over her head. She looked do deliciously sexy. John pressed all her fingers in her stomach and searched every inch of the tummy trying to find out which is the strongest pint but failed to find any. So he asked Sonali to tighten her stomach but Sonali stated her incapability to tighten her stomach to John. He called his company doctor and made a quick test of Sonali’s stomach and the doctor inferred it is an extremely rare case and Sonali cannot tighten her stomach but inferred that she has the endurance of pain that exceeds any of the girls who are into belly torture business. She would be a super-duper hit.
Then John tried to take the bra off Sonali and with one hand tried to rub her pussy, but Sonali protested. She said she wouldn’t disclose her secret parts in the films.
John: look Sonali; we have to satisfy our customers. They like torturing a woman with no clothes on her body. This belly torture videos are getting popular day by days and we have to do well and do whatever new to satisfy our customers, that is our priority.
Sonali: ok Boss, I understand what you are trying to say but you know, I am an Indian girl and we Indians are not like you western people. We have a culture and heritage of our own. We girls do not disclose our clothes easily, so please pardon me. I can’t strip naked in any of your videos. I’m really sorry. I really needed lots of money to pay someone or otherwise she would through me out of her house.
Sonali, you are a very sweet girl and too innocent. But this is a business. I know that your belly will earn us a fortune. Then if you are not ready to strip totally naked then we have to come to a compromise.
That’s a fair proposal.
Ok we shall not strip you naked, instead we shall expose as much of the stomach of yours as possible. Do you agree on that?
Yes I agree.
You have to give some more to us Sonali; because you wont strip, you shall have to sign a contract to us which will state “you are willingly giving your entire stomach to us and we can do whatever we can do whatever to that stomach of yours anytime we want and as long as we like till you die.” We are going to show our customers what really belly torture means. We shall squash those guts to hell.
What happens if I get seriously hurt?
Don’t worry my sweet little flower, we have the best of doctors and our personal Operation Theatre and all the measures to save you. And we are not that fool to kill our fortune. In fact you will be given the highest pay that is $1000 per week shoot. We shall rule the world of belly torture videos with your stomach.
Ok Boss, I agree.
Ok that’s a nice decision. You come tomorrow and we shall make the official contract and we will shoot for you and make a nice script.
Ok Boss, bye.
Bye sweetie, come here tomorrow at 10:00AM morning. And as you need some money take this $100 as a token money.
Thanks Boss. Bye.
She left the building and reached home at 3:35Pm. In the road she bought some medical books for her studies. She was really happy that her fetish would be fulfilled in a great way, her entire stomach will be filled with pain and guts will be squashed to their limits. She really wanted to test her limit of talking pain but now at last some one would go far her limits. This idea made her wet. She again took a shower and came back and was thinking of this and she doesn’t know when she slept. She woke up at 6:00Pm. She had a bit of some fruits and went for study. The day went past this way.

Next day she woke up at 4:00AM with the sound of the alarm clock. She woke up did her normal exercises and did a lot of deep belly massage for one hour. At 5:30Am she went for a bath and took the breakfast and did some deeper belly massages for 2 more hours. All she wanted is to keep her belly as soft as possible. She wanted her tormentors to go as deep as to the other side of the stomach (i.e. to the back).

At 9:30 she arrived at her destination and was surprised to find a great deal of hurry in the office. All were welcoming the new forthcoming belly star. The boss ran there as soon he heard that Sonali has arrived.
Boss: welcome my sweet belly slave, come in. I have made the contract, read it carefully and sign it.
As you wish John.
Ok then read it carefully and patiently, mind it if you break the contract we can have the privilege to send you behind the bars.
Ok I have read it all and I’ll sign it now, can I have the pen John?
Yes my dear, here it is and from this moment if you call me John, you will get a punch in your tummy. Here everyone calls me Boss. So I hope you will do it too.
Yes boss, I will. Here I have signed the contract, my belly is yours from today for one full year.
Nice words Sonali, welcome to the world of belly pain. Now listen what I say carefully. First keep a copy of the contract with you. Now hear me. Our company is not doing well these days because the girls we have are not good belly torture takers but they become very sadistic when they are giving. And we didn’t have this type of contract too with anyone else. So we have to care for them but there is no such problem with you. We shall beat the shit out of you. You said you wanted to check your limits of stomach pain and gut crushing, but I can make you fully assured that we may go past your limits. You will be our main sub belly girl. So you will have a lot of pain in your belly from today onwards. So enjoy the PAIN!!!!!!!
Sonali’s heart was throbbing in fear and also she was a bit turned on with those words. She was anxiously waiting for now the moment of truth came what she has been waiting for her entire, someone who can kill her guts.
Wait for us Sonali; we’ll be back with the script, in the mean time get your belly softened up in our softening machine. Kathy will help you.
Ok
Hi, Sonali, remember me?
Yes, you are Kathy.
Right. As the Boss said, come with me.
Ok.
Ok Sonali; here is your belly softening machine, take your clothes off and reveal as much of your stomach as possible.
What is this thing?
I told you Sonali; it is a belly message machine. You see this iron ball; it is six inches in diameter and 130lbs in weight. The control panel over there is to operate the speed and intensity of the message. So how would you like your message?
I would like deep and painful one in its full intensity.
Fine, then you must dress in this string bikini. And tell me what did you eat today morning?
Not much just a cup of coffee and a biscuit.
That’s good; an empty stomach will take more punishment. So how deep massage do you want?
As deep as to the spine.
Ok, I’ll do it.
She operated some keys on a control panel and the cold metal ball descended and crashed the guts of the bound Sonali, and began to rotate and revolve and was squashing the entire stomach of Sonali. This massage session went on for 30 minutes and when the ball moved up, Sonali felt dizzy and it seems that there is no stomach with her. It also felt good.
Oh, it felt good; my stomach is so soft now.
Hi there Sonali, are u ready? (Boss)
Yes I am ready.
Ok take these pills before we prepare you.
What is it for?
These pills are for multiple purposes. Our scientists have invented them, and guess what you are the first one to try them. They will not allow you to tighten your stomach, not allow you to sweat will make your stomach more concave, would make the spinal chord more strong and not allow to break, would not allow you to get any permanent internal injuries and would not allow you to pass out that easily until the pain is far far out of your control and will not allow formation of any bruises or red marks on your stomach.
Ok.
You know this has to be done because our customers do not like tight stomachs and fake tortures. They want real and we will give them what they want.
For how many hours will the effect of these pills continue?
For 7 days at least as we are told by our scientists.
Ok.
Ok now wear those string bikinis and that police dress. Our make up girl will help you.
Ok.
Now before you dress I want you to tell you the script.
Ok Boss.

You, Betty, Cathy, Sandra and Suzi are three friends. You are the most beautiful and sexiest of all the three. You are the best in all the fields of life. Though you all are best friends but your friends are jealous of you. So they want to punish you. They know you like stomach tortures and so they are going to punish you or probably kill you by torturing your stomach. Mind it we will complete this in one take and you must take all the punishment they give and don’t say any stupid or foolish words which might have to make a cut. Do u get it?
Ok I get it.
So start camera, lights, ACTION!
Sonali entered the room of Cathy. She was invited by the rest of the three and she was said they were going to some unknown place for the rest of the summer holiday.
Hi, all am I late?
No you are just in time. We are all set to leave soon (Betty).
But you haven’t told me where are we going?
We are going to one of the old warehouse in the countryside far away from the human livings. It was an old warehouse of ours (Cathy).
What would we do there?
Have a lot of fun (Suzi).
Ok; so lets ROLL!
Yesssssssssssss.
It was 2 days of long and bumpy drive and at last they arrived at the place. From outside it looked to be an old warehouse but from inside it looked to be a medieval torture chamber.
Hey what a place is this, really scary, looks like a medieval torture chamber.
Yes it is certainly. Now girls go and get a shower and fresh yourselves up, we have a long week of work to do (Cathy).
Sure (Betty).
They all got freshen up with a nice shower. Sonali came in and asked for some food as she was starving for food.
Hey, get me some food I am starving.
Suddenly Cathy chloroformed Sonali, and within few seconds she passed out.

When she came back to her senses her head was still spinning, vision not clear, brain was hazy. Slowly she got her composure back and found herself in a very uncomfortable and painful situation. She was stripped to her string bikinis. She was bound in a strange manner. Her left wrist was tightly bound to her right shoulder and right wrist with the left shoulder. Then the arm was raised above the head and painfully stretched over the head. The elbows rest on the head painfully stretching her entire torso. She was not tied on a torture rack but she was bound in such a manner that it seemed she is stretched in a torture tack. She was totally free from any external bondage. As a result of this type of bondage, her torso was stretched up, ribcage jutting out and the stomach moves more concave and innnnnnn. The ankles of the leg was tied with ropes in such a manner that the ankles can move only one feet apart. Her captivators made it sure that in any condition her bondage do not loosen a millimeter. In this manner she was lying on the ground flat on her back.
When she regained her sight, she saw her friends standing around her. Cathy gave a huge stomp on her stomach. The emptiness of the stomach did not resist and the boot went as deep as to the spine without resistance.
OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGLLL
Ha ha ha, we finally got you (Betty).
OOOOUFFFFFFFF…………… why are you doing this to me, please leave me.
You Indian slut! We’ll now torture your belly until you die.
But why?
Because you are the most beautiful of all of us. All the boys looks at you and the boys who dates us tries to pick you up and ignores us.
So what’s my fault in it, I have no boy friend and I don’t date any boy. What would I do if they always try to pick me up? I never dress like to please the boys. Then where is my fault?
Your fault is you are so beautiful and your stomach is so sexy, thin, flat, concave and soft. So we will destroy it.
They gave another huge stomp by all four on separate areas of the stomach.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
I love that sound (Sandra).
UUUUHHHHH UUHHHHHHHH UHHH UHH uh uh uh!!!!!
Do you like that you stupid Indian slut?
Please don’t call any bad names for my country; I never disrespect your country so why would you say such bad words for my country?
Ok ok, I am sorry.
Stop talking and lets beat the shit out of this beauty’s stomach (Suzy).
Now they pulled Sonali with the hair and made her stand with back on the wall and they started pummeling their fists in different portions of her stomach. Suzy concentrated on the bellybutton, Sandra on the lower belly, Cathy on the upper belly and the solar plexus; but Betty was doing the job of holding Sonali so that she wont fell down or bend down. The punches were methodical. One punch to the bellybutton is followed by two punches at the same time at the upper and lower belly. These latter punches are given in such a way to move the guts towards the navel. That means Sandra who was punching the lower belly punched an uppercut displacing the guts upwards and Cathy who was concentrating on the upper part was punching downwards so as to displace the guts downwards. The emptiness of the stomach (along with the pills of the Boss) made every punch penetrate as deep as the spine of this girl. This was followed by continuous OOOOOOUFFFFF UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNN ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGHHH OOOOOOUUUFFFFFF UUUUUUUMMMPPHHHHHHHHH NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO and these types of sound from the mouth of the little Indian girl. She took as many as 40 such punches when her eyes rolled back and she was on the verge of passing out.
Hey, the bitch is passing out (Betty).
Ok so lets give her a time to breath. We don’t want her to pass out. We want to inflict as much pain in her belly as possible in her full consciousness. Give her something to revive her (Sandra).
Cathy threw some glass of ice-cold water on Sonali’s face. She came to full consciousness.
Why are you doing this to me, please leave me. I’ll leave this city; I’ll run back to India, please for gods sake stop this (pleaded Sonali).
Hey we haven’t started yet and you are saying to stop (Cathy).
I can’t take any more of this pain. You might do some permanent injury to my stomach.
That’s the idea Sonali; we will do more than that. We don’t want you to live after this week. No one will know if you are dead (Sandra).
Please remember we are friends, try to remember all the good things I have done to you, I have never done any harm to anybody, I have always helped you with all my notes and you scored good marks with the help of them. So for that sake leave me.
Enough of the talking, let’s give this little bitch a little of the starting pain of what she loves. But you must be assured Sonali that after this you will never love belly torture again (Suzy).
With these words Cathy brought a black cloth and blindfolded Sonali. She was then tied on the floor on her back. Her legs were tied to the leg-post of a heavy 5-foot height table. Cathy secured her head along with the arms, which were bound, so that they won’t move.
Now the rest of the three that is Betty, Sandra and Suzy began stomping her belly with all their weights behind them to the upper belly, lower belly and belly button respectively. There was a pause of 2 seconds between each stomp. The girls got into a competition how deep each one can go. They all had only one target in their mind and that is to break the spinal column of Sonali. All tried their best to do it but though Sonali had a stomach as soft as butter but her spinal column is very very strong. In a span of 5 minutes she took 53 full weight stomps.
(The Boss was very surprised to see the Sonali didn’t pass out or die)
A thin film of blood trickled out of the mouth of Sonali. It seems she is having some internal injury. But this won’t stop the punishment by these sadistic girls. Cathy who was holding Sonali got most frustrated and she told Suzy to hold Sonali and she herself stomped Sonali a couple of times with her full weight and then climbed that 5-foot table and jumped off from it directly on the bellybutton of Sonali. A huge UUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHH​HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! came out of Sonali’s mouth. With it Sonali began to cough some blood too. The girls (as well the Boss) really liked the reaction of Sonali. So they gave Sonali a five-minute break and then they each took turns and dropped from the table directly on different parts of Sonali’s belly. After 10 such stomps Sonali could not resist and passed out.
When Sonali came to her senses she found that she was suspended upside down by her legs spread at 60ºangles from each other. Her hands were now free from the previous bondage but now it was bound to two ropes each tied with bags weighing 100Kg each. Thus it is understood that she was stretched to her limits hanging upside down. The bags were hanging 6 inches off the floor. Her back was just touching the wall behind. As she came to her full sense she found a heavy blow of a punch in her lower stomach just above her private parts. She couldn’t believe that her friend’s punch could be so painful but later she found out that all the four of her tormentors were armed with a pair of brass metal glove. The extra weight if the glove helped penetrate easily to her stone. They were now playing a contest tournament among the four. By their words she understood that two of them will stand before Sonali and punch her 25 times each one at a time and see how deep can each of them go and how fast can they knock out Sonali or rather make Sonali pass out. The winner of the two meets the winner of the next two and the last two will meet in the finals.
Sonali was stretched and her stomach looks so concave and her ribcage was looking to be coming out of her body.
First I and Betty will take our chance (Suzy).
Ok we will toss who gets the first chance (Betty).
I won; I will allow you to take the first chance.
Ok, I’ll beat the shit out her in 15 blows. I don’t need 25.
Ok now go for her stomach but don’t hurt her ribs or any bones except her spine. If anyone of us can break her spine into two she will get a treat from all of us next week. You can punch any part of her stomach but you have to punch within 20 seconds of the former punch, that’s the rule (Cathy).
Start (Sandra).
The first punch was on the belly button with full strength and it really penetrated to her wrist.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLGGGHHHHH (Sonali).
On the navel again within 3 seconds.
UUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The solar plexus.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WWWWWWWWHHHHHHOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.
It was really surprising to see that Sonali didn’t pass out by the 25 punches, which really rattled her guts in all corners of her stomach.
My turn (Suzy).
No we will give her some time to recover or otherwise you will get an extra benefit (Cathy).
After 10 minutes Suzy you will start (Sandra).
Sandra started delivering punches deep and effective and didn’t give Sonali time to recover. She was punching her in the speed of a machinegun. Sonali fainted with the 20th punch.
I win (Suzy).
Congratulation (Betty), but she was very angry within herself on Sonali that she didn’t faint at her 25 blows.
Now it’s ours turn Sandra to find out who is the more powerful of us (Cathy).
Yes and let’s toss and decide who will take the first opportunity (Sandra).
Cathy won the toss and opted for Sandra to take the first shot. Sandra is a powerful and strong girl but she could not knock out Sonali within her 25 shots. But Cathy, the biggest and the strongest of the girls who knew lots of boxing and martial art techniques knocked Sonali out in 12 blows.
In the final Cathy faced Suzy. But they found out that Sonali is probably not ready for the final. So they took a break of three hours and left Sonali writhing on the floor of a dark enclosed cell type room.
After three hours Sonali was bound in the same position as before that is bound upside down and stretched. But there was something in the eyes of Sandra and Betty. They have some real bad plan for Sonali. By the way in the final the rules are changed. The contestants will punch once followed by a punch from the opponent. Who ever will knock Sonali out wins. They must give a one-minute pause between each punch.
So the final started and first Cathy delivered a massive blow in sonali’s solar plexus and it knocked the wind out of her with an OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUFFFFFFFFFFFFF!! Next Suzy came up cracked her brass knuckle and gave a massive uppercut at Sonali’s lower belly which finished up at the ribs. A reaction, which came out of Sonali, was UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUU ULLLLLLLLLLLLLLGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!! Like this the match went on and on the 19th round Cathy won the tournament. They all congratulated Cathy and let Sonali fall on the floor and curl up like a ball. They left her there for 10 minutes and then tied her in her first bondage. Then they blindfolded her and let her stand. Suddenly from nowhere emerged Betty and Sandra both with a sledgehammer in their hand. Betty gave a full swing of her arm and hit Sonali’s navel with that heavy sledgehammer. Sonali flew about 10 feet away and coughed a huge amount of blood. Next Betty made Sonali stand up and Sandra gave a similar blow to the stomach of Sonali. Sonali now understood that if this continues she would surely die. She tried to speak out to stop this assault but no words came out of her mouth. She was bleeding internally now. Next she was tied as in the contest and all the four girls began to hit Sonali in the stomach at will with sledgehammers. After some time it was seen that Sonali is not responding to any hit and only blood is tickling down her mouth.
- CUT IT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Was the call of the Boss). Excellent girls you have done a superb job. I can bet that this video will break all fetish video records.
Hey she is not moving!!! (a man who went to check Sonali called aloud).
What? (Boss).
Yes Boss, she is not moving, she is out cold.
Ok; call the doctor and our paramedical team, we don’t want her to die, we don’t have it in the contract.
Sonali was handed over to the medical team and they took her. Later about two hours later they reported that she has taken more pain than that she can stand. They all are really surprised of the fact how can a girl with a soft belly like Sonali can take this much pain and still she does not dies. They said Sonali has suffered some internal injuries and she had to be taken care of till she becomes all right. They were also surprised how well the pills worked. They also informed the Boss that she would not have to be operated. But good care should be taken of her and they suggested she must be kept in the ICU(Intensive Care Unit) for at least 2 weeks. She would be able to lead a normal life after 5-6 weeks.
It has been 3 weeks since Sonali was lying in the hospital bed. Her friends of the company and the Boss regularly attended her.
Hi Sonali (Boss).
Hello Boss; how is everything going?
Everything is fine and you don’t have to worry for that. Just get well soon. We all are praying for you to get well soon.
Thanks Boss. By the way, how is the video doing?
It is a superb hit. We have sold nearly a million copies of the video. It has broken all the fetish films record. You have rally done a great job my little flower. We are now the best belly torture video company of the whole world. You have helped us to take belly torture fetish on top of every fetish.
You are too kind to say that but it really hurts. I almost thought for once I would surely die. But what a death would it be.
Cathy found out at the end of the shoot that you were really wet. The doctor said that the pleasure has taken over the pain and for that reason you lived otherwise you would have died. I am really sorry Sonali; I really got carried away this time. I should have stopped this assault long before.
Its ok Boss; I kind of liked this assault.
Sonali I declare an extra bonus of $10,000 to all of you, I mean all my co-stars, technicians, cameraman and all those who are related with this company. And you will get an extra of $5,000 from me for you superb job.
Thanks Boss.
There was a huge cheering from behind and when Sonali saw there she found all the crewmembers were there to see her. She is a really nice girl and everyone who sees her likes her.
Hey Sonali, we have in fact left the “ROWDY’s” behind too.
Who are these ROWDY?
They are a fetish underground company. They deal with belly torture too. But they kill the girl they use. We are really on a roll now. In fact you have a fan club of your own.
That’s great news Boss.
We must go now Sonali the visiting hour is over. We will be back tomorrow.
Ok Boss and thank you for all you have done to us. Thanks to all you guys for coming here to see me.
Bye Bye
Bye.
Life was running smoothly for Sonali for the next 6 months. She has become a star for the belly fetish people. She also got enough money for all her needs. She also has topped the University in her exam. Life has never been so good to Sonali.
(But every happiness has a darker side waiting behind.)

One day Sonali was returning from the college and she went to the studio for some chatting with the friends and talk with the Boss for the new script. After that she was returning to her home she was asked by Cindy (another actor who takes belly tortures) to drop Sonali at her home. It was nearly 10:00Pm night and while passing through an ally suddenly a car came storming near them and a man from inside it tried to grab one of the girl and pick her up in the car. But he missed and Sonali and Cindy became very afraid and started to run. They were running and screaming for help. The car started following them but thanks to god that a police petrol car was nearby and hearing theirs screams (specially that of Sonali) some police cars surrounded the car and all of the 12 persons inside the car were arrested. Sonali later found out that they were some important members belonging to the “ROWDY”. Cindy became very afraid to go to the court but Sonali told everything to the police and those 12 persons (7 men and 5 women) were sent to jail for one year.
After that the Boss told Sonali and Cindy to be careful especially to Sonali, as she was responsible for their imprisonment. He said that they might attack her.
But why (Sonali)?
Because you have told the police everything and you are responsible for their imprisonment (Boss).
But I think they deserve punishment.
Yes but they are the “ROWDY’s” and I guess you might be in trouble. For that reason I have sent an appeal to the police commissioner for your security.
Thanks Boss.
You are too important for us. We are getting thousands of e-mails about custom videos on you.
What’s harm in that?
There they want you naked and they want us to kill you while belly torturing you. We are not killers. We can’t do it.
You are so kind and careful to me Boss.
It’s my duty.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=328 Fri, 08 Jan 2010 07:07:13 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=328
Danielle was a recovering coke addict, a habit she picked up at college. She had spent so much money on drugs that she was forced to sell weed back home to make extra money. She would buy marijuana in bulk from her dealer named Ronnie. This week however, she knew she was in trouble, she had smoked up a lot of her friends, and given away a lot of weed for free. She owed Ronnie $400, but all she had was $100. she knew he wouldnt be happy.

Ronnie grew up in a gang in a bad part of town. He was raised in a violent house hold, so he had some issues of his own. He was no bullshit when it came to his money.

They decided to meet up where they always do, in the dark alleyway behind the local pharmacy. Danielle pulled up in her buick. She got out, feeling nervous and afraid. She wasnt sure if he would hit her or not, but she grew up with 4 brothers, so she figured she could take a little bit of a beating if it came to that. She happened to be looking very sexy tonight. She was wearing a tight, dark green flannel shirt with black stripes, with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. she had tight black jeans on, cut very low, about 4-5 inches below her belly button. this, along with her tight flannel shirt, made her body appear very solid, with her lower stomach showing from right below the belly button. she moderately tanned freckled skin, and medium length dark brown hair. her stomach was toned and firm, and she had a visible hint of a 4 pack at least.

Ronnie got out of his car across the alleyway, accompanied by his friend Demarcus, and they met her in the middle. "What do you got for me?" he says. "Dont get too mad, but i only 100 right now. I can get you the rest by next week." He took the money and shoved it into his pocket. "You only have 100 out of the 400? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with you white bitch." Ronnie took an angry step closer. "Hey im not a fucking bitch, and i said i can get you that money by next week dipshit." Danielle immediately regretted saying that, as she started to feel uneasy about herself. Ronnie was very close to her, but just then he half turned away, as if he was walking back to his car. But suddenly, he jolted around and punched Danielle directly in the middle of the stomach. "OOOOOLPH" she heaved, as she doubled over and her nicely toned forearms covered her belly. she was in a bad way.

With his left hand, Ronnie grabbed her chin and pulled her up. He then smacked her hard in the face with his right hand. she reeled backwards onto the hood of her own car. she layed there, face and belly first on her hood, and rolled to one side so her stomach was facing the same direction as the front of her car. Her shirt had risen up a few inches, exposing her sexy toned midsection, but not even her stomach could take what was coming.

Ronnie saw the opening while she was on her hood, and uppercut punched Danielle in the stomach again. she doubled forward, clutching her stomach again, as ronnie motioned his friend to come over. Demarcus walked over and held Danielle's arms behind her back, in sort of a reverse full nelson. "Since you owe me $300, im going to hit you 3 times," said Ronnie, with a cold look on his face. "No cmon please, i told you i'd.... OOOOGHF" was her last word as Ronnie drilled a punch high into the young girls stomach. He put his left hand on her shoulder, and repeated a similar uppercut into her belly, tyring to punch through that tight flannel shirt. He then took a step back, and delivered a brutal side kick, with his foot planting itself into the girl's firm stomach. "UHHHHGH...fuck you," Danielle uttered through gasping breaths. He told Demarcus to let her go. As he did, she fell to the ground on two knees and clutched her aching belly in her arms. this was the worst pain she was ever in. she had never been hit this hard or this many times in the stomach before.

Ronnie picked her up by the shirt and said, "stand up straight and move your arms, or i'll break your nose." reluctantly, she did what he said. "Next time, it'll be worse," he said. He backed her against the side of her car, at this point, she was gasping for air and nearly crying. He put his left hand on her right shoulder and said, "you have til friday." With that, he drew his right arm back, and punched Danielle so hard in the stomach that his fist was almost entirely lost in that flannel shirt. "OOOOOLFF" she let out as she doubled over once again, clutching her stomach tight with both arms. "please, no more," she pleaded. Ronnie and Demarcus got in their car and drove away. Danielle slid down the side of her car, where she sat with her head drooping into her knees, and her arms across her beaten belly.

She sat there for about 30 mins, and finally gathered the strength to get up into her car. She had to walk slowly, and still had her left hand on her stomach. When she got home, she went upstairs to her bedroom. Her abs hurt to move up the stairs. she got into her room, and stripped off the flannel shirt to examine her body. she stood in front of her mirror in her tight black jeans and black bra. her abs had begun to turn black and blue, and her stomach looked like it had been run over. She laid in bed the rest of the night, unable to sleep, thinking of how to get Ronnies money, and fearing what else he might do to her. All the while she's massaging her sore stomach, reliving the pain of that beating.]]>
Danielle was a recovering coke addict, a habit she picked up at college. She had spent so much money on drugs that she was forced to sell weed back home to make extra money. She would buy marijuana in bulk from her dealer named Ronnie. This week however, she knew she was in trouble, she had smoked up a lot of her friends, and given away a lot of weed for free. She owed Ronnie $400, but all she had was $100. she knew he wouldnt be happy.

Ronnie grew up in a gang in a bad part of town. He was raised in a violent house hold, so he had some issues of his own. He was no bullshit when it came to his money.

They decided to meet up where they always do, in the dark alleyway behind the local pharmacy. Danielle pulled up in her buick. She got out, feeling nervous and afraid. She wasnt sure if he would hit her or not, but she grew up with 4 brothers, so she figured she could take a little bit of a beating if it came to that. She happened to be looking very sexy tonight. She was wearing a tight, dark green flannel shirt with black stripes, with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. she had tight black jeans on, cut very low, about 4-5 inches below her belly button. this, along with her tight flannel shirt, made her body appear very solid, with her lower stomach showing from right below the belly button. she moderately tanned freckled skin, and medium length dark brown hair. her stomach was toned and firm, and she had a visible hint of a 4 pack at least.

Ronnie got out of his car across the alleyway, accompanied by his friend Demarcus, and they met her in the middle. "What do you got for me?" he says. "Dont get too mad, but i only 100 right now. I can get you the rest by next week." He took the money and shoved it into his pocket. "You only have 100 out of the 400? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with you white bitch." Ronnie took an angry step closer. "Hey im not a fucking bitch, and i said i can get you that money by next week dipshit." Danielle immediately regretted saying that, as she started to feel uneasy about herself. Ronnie was very close to her, but just then he half turned away, as if he was walking back to his car. But suddenly, he jolted around and punched Danielle directly in the middle of the stomach. "OOOOOLPH" she heaved, as she doubled over and her nicely toned forearms covered her belly. she was in a bad way.

With his left hand, Ronnie grabbed her chin and pulled her up. He then smacked her hard in the face with his right hand. she reeled backwards onto the hood of her own car. she layed there, face and belly first on her hood, and rolled to one side so her stomach was facing the same direction as the front of her car. Her shirt had risen up a few inches, exposing her sexy toned midsection, but not even her stomach could take what was coming.

Ronnie saw the opening while she was on her hood, and uppercut punched Danielle in the stomach again. she doubled forward, clutching her stomach again, as ronnie motioned his friend to come over. Demarcus walked over and held Danielle's arms behind her back, in sort of a reverse full nelson. "Since you owe me $300, im going to hit you 3 times," said Ronnie, with a cold look on his face. "No cmon please, i told you i'd.... OOOOGHF" was her last word as Ronnie drilled a punch high into the young girls stomach. He put his left hand on her shoulder, and repeated a similar uppercut into her belly, tyring to punch through that tight flannel shirt. He then took a step back, and delivered a brutal side kick, with his foot planting itself into the girl's firm stomach. "UHHHHGH...fuck you," Danielle uttered through gasping breaths. He told Demarcus to let her go. As he did, she fell to the ground on two knees and clutched her aching belly in her arms. this was the worst pain she was ever in. she had never been hit this hard or this many times in the stomach before.

Ronnie picked her up by the shirt and said, "stand up straight and move your arms, or i'll break your nose." reluctantly, she did what he said. "Next time, it'll be worse," he said. He backed her against the side of her car, at this point, she was gasping for air and nearly crying. He put his left hand on her right shoulder and said, "you have til friday." With that, he drew his right arm back, and punched Danielle so hard in the stomach that his fist was almost entirely lost in that flannel shirt. "OOOOOLFF" she let out as she doubled over once again, clutching her stomach tight with both arms. "please, no more," she pleaded. Ronnie and Demarcus got in their car and drove away. Danielle slid down the side of her car, where she sat with her head drooping into her knees, and her arms across her beaten belly.

She sat there for about 30 mins, and finally gathered the strength to get up into her car. She had to walk slowly, and still had her left hand on her stomach. When she got home, she went upstairs to her bedroom. Her abs hurt to move up the stairs. she got into her room, and stripped off the flannel shirt to examine her body. she stood in front of her mirror in her tight black jeans and black bra. her abs had begun to turn black and blue, and her stomach looked like it had been run over. She laid in bed the rest of the night, unable to sleep, thinking of how to get Ronnies money, and fearing what else he might do to her. All the while she's massaging her sore stomach, reliving the pain of that beating.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=323 Mon, 04 Jan 2010 12:26:03 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=323 2. Get a sharpened pencil and lie on it with the sharp end pressed in my navel, press down untill you feel the maximum pain bareable and then a bit more, hold for atleast 60 seconds.
3. Lie on a thin ruler the same was as done with the pencil, twist for atleast 100 rotations rapidly.
4. Pull belly button out and hold with clothes peg.
5. Anything goes.

I created this list in my head last night as I was sat in bed, my navel still hurting from the night before and with a wet pussy. I grabbed my pen and poked my navel lightly with it, then flinched in pain, it was still sore and red from last night, but I refused to be weak, I quickly pushed the pen deep down, as far as I could bear and clicked it once, the pain was already intense and I gasped. I didn't want to do it, I'd already set myself targets, but then I saw that it would be the most torturous and painful experience of my life. But no, I wouldn't be a wimp. I clicked rapidly, holding the pen down as hard as I could, the pain was so intense and I could have screamed, but I was strong, I came to click number 50, the numbers built as tears came to my eyes, I arrived at 200 and threw the pen away, tears running down my face and my little navel in such pain, I was a coward, and cowards have to be punished, so I shoved my finger in and pressed fiercely, gasping as I did so.

Then came number two, I did as I instructed, the sharpened tip of the pencil making me want to scream, but I kept going, lower and lower, my body twitching upwards, pleading with me to stop. I refused. I held myself there, for a full fifteen minutes, shaking and sweating violently as my pussy throbbed - I was horny. I cried out in pain as my arms gave way and my full body weight fell on the pencil. I rolled over and pulled the pencil out of my red navel and threw it. Then came the worst torture.

About fifty rotations in, I fainted. The pain was too much, my insides burned and sweat covered me. I woke up not long later, with both my belly button and pussy throbbing, there was some blood on my bed, and my navel was stained red. I wanted to finger myself, but didn't deserve it.]]> 2. Get a sharpened pencil and lie on it with the sharp end pressed in my navel, press down untill you feel the maximum pain bareable and then a bit more, hold for atleast 60 seconds.
3. Lie on a thin ruler the same was as done with the pencil, twist for atleast 100 rotations rapidly.
4. Pull belly button out and hold with clothes peg.
5. Anything goes.

I created this list in my head last night as I was sat in bed, my navel still hurting from the night before and with a wet pussy. I grabbed my pen and poked my navel lightly with it, then flinched in pain, it was still sore and red from last night, but I refused to be weak, I quickly pushed the pen deep down, as far as I could bear and clicked it once, the pain was already intense and I gasped. I didn't want to do it, I'd already set myself targets, but then I saw that it would be the most torturous and painful experience of my life. But no, I wouldn't be a wimp. I clicked rapidly, holding the pen down as hard as I could, the pain was so intense and I could have screamed, but I was strong, I came to click number 50, the numbers built as tears came to my eyes, I arrived at 200 and threw the pen away, tears running down my face and my little navel in such pain, I was a coward, and cowards have to be punished, so I shoved my finger in and pressed fiercely, gasping as I did so.

Then came number two, I did as I instructed, the sharpened tip of the pencil making me want to scream, but I kept going, lower and lower, my body twitching upwards, pleading with me to stop. I refused. I held myself there, for a full fifteen minutes, shaking and sweating violently as my pussy throbbed - I was horny. I cried out in pain as my arms gave way and my full body weight fell on the pencil. I rolled over and pulled the pencil out of my red navel and threw it. Then came the worst torture.

About fifty rotations in, I fainted. The pain was too much, my insides burned and sweat covered me. I woke up not long later, with both my belly button and pussy throbbing, there was some blood on my bed, and my navel was stained red. I wanted to finger myself, but didn't deserve it.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=322 Mon, 04 Jan 2010 01:13:36 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=322
When Savannah walked to her desk she noticed she was the only one that was dressed professionally. The other girls were wearing short shorts or skirts and belly shirts. At lunch no one paid any attention to her. Everyday Savannah dressed professionally and everyday the other girls at the office didn't pay any attention to her.

After a few weeks Savannah realized she was never going to make friends this way. So she decided to change her look. She picked out a short tight black skirt, a hot pink tight low cut belly shirt that showed off her sexy toned stomach and high heeled knee high black boots. She let her long dark hair fall delicately past her shoulders and for the first time did her make up. She looked in the mirror and even though she looked like she was going to a modeling shoot or a party, she thought it was perfect and headed to work.

When she got to the office that day, she could feel all eyes on her. At lunch the guys flocked to her and the girl at the desk next to hers came to talk to her.

"Hi, I'm Mackenzie. You must be new here."

"Actually I have been working next to you for about a month now. My name is Savannah."

"Well it is nice to meet you. Sorry I guess I never noticed you before."

The two chat a while longer. A lot of the other girls start talking to her as the days go on and on Friday Mackenzie invites her to a party at her place that night. Of course Savannah accepts this invitation. It will give her a chance to meet some of the others from the office.

When Savannah gets home she carefully picks out her outfit, black short tight shorts and a red belly shirt with black high heeled sandals. She drives to the address that Mackenzie gave her but there are no cars. She thinks she is early so she waits outside for a while. No one else comes. Savannah begins to think they are playing a mean trick on her but decides to go knock on the door. When she does Mackenzie answers the door.

"I hope you didn't have trouble finding the place. We were beginning to worry that you weren't going to make it."

"I thought I was in the wrong place. You said it was going to be a big party so I was kind of surprised when I didn't see any cars here."

"No it is going to be the four of us. You remember Bridget and Ashlynn."

"Of course."

"Well princess, you are going to be our guest of honor." Bridget and Ashlynn grab her on both sides. "The girls are going to take you to your throne."

They lead her to another room in the house. Its dark so Savannah can't see anything. She sees what looks like a bed. They make her lay on the bed and go to work strapping her down in a spread eagle position with a pillow jammed under her back to really stretch her belly and then they blindfold her.

"What's going on here......I thought this was a party."

"Oh it is a party. We are about to have a lot of fun. You on the other hand, not so much. You see someone has to teach you a lesson for the way you have been dressing. The guys at the office are too busy looking at you that they don't pay attention to us anymore and we don't like that. So you and your belly are going to pay the price."

The girls start out taking turns punching Savannah's stomach be careful to concentrate the punches to the navel area. Savanna struggles to get free but she can't. She lays there and takes the punches trying not to scream. Every time a sound escapes her lips the punches get harder. They hold them and twist them and push harder while twisting. The punches turn to knees and then stomps. Then all of a sudden she feels a high spiked heel in her navel. It goes deeper and deeper the girl steps harder and harder until all her weight is on that heel. The other girls help push her even deeper. The girl in the heels jumps causing Savannah to pass out.

The girls leave her there. When she wakes up she cant see and doesn't know where she is. She tries to move and then realizes she can't and it suddenly all comes back to her. Her belly button is sore and burning. Suddenly she feels something hot stinging the base of her bellybutton. It hardens as it cools so she figures it is candle wax. They fill her up, dig it out with a nail and a hammer an then start over again. They each take a turn. When her bellybutton is filled they push the nail into the wax and then hammer it til it hits the base of her bellybutton and pull the wax out.

Next the girls stab her navel with pins. Her deep innie tries to fight the pins as they are pushed in deeper and deeper but it always gives way. A dozen pins are pushed into the base of her belly button. She wants to scream. When the take the pins out they move on to toothpicks. Savannah doesn't know how much more of this torment she can take.

The girls take the blindfold off long enough to show her a very long thin stake. They put it in her bellybutton and take turns hammering it in her causing flashes of pain everytime the stake is hit.

Finally the girls untie her and lay her belly down across two chairs one under her head and one under legs causing her belly to sag down in the middle. They take a drumstick and put it in her bellybutton and make her lay on it. It takes every bit of her effort to keep her belly from sagging too much and keep some of the pressure off. The girls add weights to her back making it harder and harder and pusnhing her deeper and deeper onto the drumstick. They leave her there for about half an hour because the show they wree watching was half an hour.

"Well princess I hope you are enjoying yourself. There is a lot more to come....you see that was only round one. We are going to do everything we just did again and again only longer and harder." By this time Savannah is terrified. She knows she can't take much more but the girls have other plans in mind.

They finally let her go on Sunday night. Her bellybutton is red and sore. She goes home packs her apartment sends an email resignation to her supervisor and leaves town never to come back again.]]>
When Savannah walked to her desk she noticed she was the only one that was dressed professionally. The other girls were wearing short shorts or skirts and belly shirts. At lunch no one paid any attention to her. Everyday Savannah dressed professionally and everyday the other girls at the office didn't pay any attention to her.

After a few weeks Savannah realized she was never going to make friends this way. So she decided to change her look. She picked out a short tight black skirt, a hot pink tight low cut belly shirt that showed off her sexy toned stomach and high heeled knee high black boots. She let her long dark hair fall delicately past her shoulders and for the first time did her make up. She looked in the mirror and even though she looked like she was going to a modeling shoot or a party, she thought it was perfect and headed to work.

When she got to the office that day, she could feel all eyes on her. At lunch the guys flocked to her and the girl at the desk next to hers came to talk to her.

"Hi, I'm Mackenzie. You must be new here."

"Actually I have been working next to you for about a month now. My name is Savannah."

"Well it is nice to meet you. Sorry I guess I never noticed you before."

The two chat a while longer. A lot of the other girls start talking to her as the days go on and on Friday Mackenzie invites her to a party at her place that night. Of course Savannah accepts this invitation. It will give her a chance to meet some of the others from the office.

When Savannah gets home she carefully picks out her outfit, black short tight shorts and a red belly shirt with black high heeled sandals. She drives to the address that Mackenzie gave her but there are no cars. She thinks she is early so she waits outside for a while. No one else comes. Savannah begins to think they are playing a mean trick on her but decides to go knock on the door. When she does Mackenzie answers the door.

"I hope you didn't have trouble finding the place. We were beginning to worry that you weren't going to make it."

"I thought I was in the wrong place. You said it was going to be a big party so I was kind of surprised when I didn't see any cars here."

"No it is going to be the four of us. You remember Bridget and Ashlynn."

"Of course."

"Well princess, you are going to be our guest of honor." Bridget and Ashlynn grab her on both sides. "The girls are going to take you to your throne."

They lead her to another room in the house. Its dark so Savannah can't see anything. She sees what looks like a bed. They make her lay on the bed and go to work strapping her down in a spread eagle position with a pillow jammed under her back to really stretch her belly and then they blindfold her.

"What's going on here......I thought this was a party."

"Oh it is a party. We are about to have a lot of fun. You on the other hand, not so much. You see someone has to teach you a lesson for the way you have been dressing. The guys at the office are too busy looking at you that they don't pay attention to us anymore and we don't like that. So you and your belly are going to pay the price."

The girls start out taking turns punching Savannah's stomach be careful to concentrate the punches to the navel area. Savanna struggles to get free but she can't. She lays there and takes the punches trying not to scream. Every time a sound escapes her lips the punches get harder. They hold them and twist them and push harder while twisting. The punches turn to knees and then stomps. Then all of a sudden she feels a high spiked heel in her navel. It goes deeper and deeper the girl steps harder and harder until all her weight is on that heel. The other girls help push her even deeper. The girl in the heels jumps causing Savannah to pass out.

The girls leave her there. When she wakes up she cant see and doesn't know where she is. She tries to move and then realizes she can't and it suddenly all comes back to her. Her belly button is sore and burning. Suddenly she feels something hot stinging the base of her bellybutton. It hardens as it cools so she figures it is candle wax. They fill her up, dig it out with a nail and a hammer an then start over again. They each take a turn. When her bellybutton is filled they push the nail into the wax and then hammer it til it hits the base of her bellybutton and pull the wax out.

Next the girls stab her navel with pins. Her deep innie tries to fight the pins as they are pushed in deeper and deeper but it always gives way. A dozen pins are pushed into the base of her belly button. She wants to scream. When the take the pins out they move on to toothpicks. Savannah doesn't know how much more of this torment she can take.

The girls take the blindfold off long enough to show her a very long thin stake. They put it in her bellybutton and take turns hammering it in her causing flashes of pain everytime the stake is hit.

Finally the girls untie her and lay her belly down across two chairs one under her head and one under legs causing her belly to sag down in the middle. They take a drumstick and put it in her bellybutton and make her lay on it. It takes every bit of her effort to keep her belly from sagging too much and keep some of the pressure off. The girls add weights to her back making it harder and harder and pusnhing her deeper and deeper onto the drumstick. They leave her there for about half an hour because the show they wree watching was half an hour.

"Well princess I hope you are enjoying yourself. There is a lot more to come....you see that was only round one. We are going to do everything we just did again and again only longer and harder." By this time Savannah is terrified. She knows she can't take much more but the girls have other plans in mind.

They finally let her go on Sunday night. Her bellybutton is red and sore. She goes home packs her apartment sends an email resignation to her supervisor and leaves town never to come back again.]]>