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My name is Kevin and after working for 5 years I was trying to open up my own company but there were many things in my way.First a product to sell as a company.Luckily I had the idea to make belly punching videos.Next to find someone to be in the video.I thought it would have been impossible till the day I open up that ad in the newspaper.Looking for model willing to be punched in the stomach,and that's where I met the girl I would have last expected to be willing to do this.Her name was Anne and she was the short for a 22 year old.4 foot 8 and looked like the girl you could have easily broke in half.She had short black hair,brown eyes,and was wearing jeans and a tank top.She came and was saying how much would this pay with a smirk and I said I give you 2 percent from all the sales.This seemed like a bad deal since if I only made 20 dollars she would have only gotten 40 cents but she smiled and said I make this video sell hundreds.But what little did I knew she wasn't doing this for the money.On the day of the video shooting it took in a hotel room which I had to pay 60 dollars for and I told her to come in something that would showed or stomach and when she came she was wearing a bikini under her shirt and jeans.So here was the scenario for the video,Agent Anne was captured and tied up by the wrist for interrogation and as she wasn't giving a information about her partner's location she had it punched out of her.So here I was in front of her and her tied up and all I had to do was to punch her.We settled up a system where after I punched her Anne would screamed I'm not telling you a thing about my partner if she needed it harder,moan in pain when she wanted it lighter and say STOP I TELL YOU when she wanted to stop.So I gave her a punch at maybe 1/3 of my strength and she said I'm not telling you a thing so I punched her a bit harder and she said I'm not telling you a thing and I punched her 2/3 of my strength to test her real quick and when I did and she moaned.I thought it was to be lighter so when I did and punched her she said what are you doing?and I whispered what do you mean then she looked up at my eyes and said please harder that moan as because you're making me wet.So when I felt down her crotch it was wet and I couldn't tell the different when or not she peed herself or if she chummed herself.So I gave her a punch with all my strength and she moan and said more,and I gave her another and another and another.I was punching her so hard and Anne had her eyes closed while keeping relaxed.I couldn't believed it but then something was leaking from her bikini bottom and it looked like a combination of pee and cum.I tried to stop but then she started crying and was asking why I stopped and I said you know you starting to pee yourself but she smiled and said because I enjoy it.I got way to hard and left the room.After ten minutes I came back with a bat and said are you sure you enjoy this and she said oh yeah.Then she whispered in my eye take off my top and blindfold me.I did so and first tested if she could take anything more then a punch so I kicked her as hard I could and she didn't make a sound except a moan.Then I took the bat and swing it at half strength but she just moaned while saying I know you have more.So I swung harder and harder again till I couldn't any harder and after 30 or so swings she started to tighten she abs until the bat broke.I just couldn't believe it,her stomach was swollen bruised and drool was coming down her mouth so I untied her and she dropped to the floor so I thought that was it and I was about to turn until Anne burred out stop and stomp on my broken tummy.I thought she was crazy and said no but she made a face at me that was like a little girl asking for a doll and I stomped and she said harder so I did at full strength and she said again harder but I said I can't so she said instead faster and so I did and I kept on till she was screaming faster harder more please I want this I NEED THIS right before she passed out.So I decided to leave with the camera l placed to my right as I was punching her and later watching it that night editing some stuff out it was really hot and I notice how there was a pool of pee and cum below her.With a little of drool in there.I'm still not for sure how the video was selling but Anne is coming by soon ready for a private session so bye.]]>
My name is Kevin and after working for 5 years I was trying to open up my own company but there were many things in my way.First a product to sell as a company.Luckily I had the idea to make belly punching videos.Next to find someone to be in the video.I thought it would have been impossible till the day I open up that ad in the newspaper.Looking for model willing to be punched in the stomach,and that's where I met the girl I would have last expected to be willing to do this.Her name was Anne and she was the short for a 22 year old.4 foot 8 and looked like the girl you could have easily broke in half.She had short black hair,brown eyes,and was wearing jeans and a tank top.She came and was saying how much would this pay with a smirk and I said I give you 2 percent from all the sales.This seemed like a bad deal since if I only made 20 dollars she would have only gotten 40 cents but she smiled and said I make this video sell hundreds.But what little did I knew she wasn't doing this for the money.On the day of the video shooting it took in a hotel room which I had to pay 60 dollars for and I told her to come in something that would showed or stomach and when she came she was wearing a bikini under her shirt and jeans.So here was the scenario for the video,Agent Anne was captured and tied up by the wrist for interrogation and as she wasn't giving a information about her partner's location she had it punched out of her.So here I was in front of her and her tied up and all I had to do was to punch her.We settled up a system where after I punched her Anne would screamed I'm not telling you a thing about my partner if she needed it harder,moan in pain when she wanted it lighter and say STOP I TELL YOU when she wanted to stop.So I gave her a punch at maybe 1/3 of my strength and she said I'm not telling you a thing so I punched her a bit harder and she said I'm not telling you a thing and I punched her 2/3 of my strength to test her real quick and when I did and she moaned.I thought it was to be lighter so when I did and punched her she said what are you doing?and I whispered what do you mean then she looked up at my eyes and said please harder that moan as because you're making me wet.So when I felt down her crotch it was wet and I couldn't tell the different when or not she peed herself or if she chummed herself.So I gave her a punch with all my strength and she moan and said more,and I gave her another and another and another.I was punching her so hard and Anne had her eyes closed while keeping relaxed.I couldn't believed it but then something was leaking from her bikini bottom and it looked like a combination of pee and cum.I tried to stop but then she started crying and was asking why I stopped and I said you know you starting to pee yourself but she smiled and said because I enjoy it.I got way to hard and left the room.After ten minutes I came back with a bat and said are you sure you enjoy this and she said oh yeah.Then she whispered in my eye take off my top and blindfold me.I did so and first tested if she could take anything more then a punch so I kicked her as hard I could and she didn't make a sound except a moan.Then I took the bat and swing it at half strength but she just moaned while saying I know you have more.So I swung harder and harder again till I couldn't any harder and after 30 or so swings she started to tighten she abs until the bat broke.I just couldn't believe it,her stomach was swollen bruised and drool was coming down her mouth so I untied her and she dropped to the floor so I thought that was it and I was about to turn until Anne burred out stop and stomp on my broken tummy.I thought she was crazy and said no but she made a face at me that was like a little girl asking for a doll and I stomped and she said harder so I did at full strength and she said again harder but I said I can't so she said instead faster and so I did and I kept on till she was screaming faster harder more please I want this I NEED THIS right before she passed out.So I decided to leave with the camera l placed to my right as I was punching her and later watching it that night editing some stuff out it was really hot and I notice how there was a pool of pee and cum below her.With a little of drool in there.I'm still not for sure how the video was selling but Anne is coming by soon ready for a private session so bye.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=370 Tue, 06 Jul 2010 11:57:27 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=370

Wendy had fallen fast asleep at her computer desk. She was not prepared for the sudden sound of Shawn's pickup truck beeping outside.

The sound rang in her ears, jarring her awake. How long had she slept? The computer clock said 1:25. Wendy got to her feet and ran as quickly as she could to the mirror to make sure she still looked at least somewhat presentable. With the quick swipe of a tissue, her face was okay. Her uniform shirt had come untucked on one side. She quickly tucked it back prim and proper into her skirt, and straightened her bow tie, which after nearly 19 hours of gouging into her neck was starting to feel majorly uncomfortable. But she had no time to undo it. Thank goodness graduation was only a few months away.

Wendy crawled out her window and dropped to the ground outside, making a dash for Shawn's truck before he beeped again and possibly awakened her parents. She leapt with all her energy into the back, her mary janes clunking clumsily against the side of the truck. Steve helped her to a seated position in the back of the truck as Shawn raced away.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine, just a little groggy," Wendy replied.

"Why are you still in your uniform?" he asked.

The truth was that Wendy's parents politely demanded she not change until bedtime, but she didn't want Steve to know that.

"Never had time to change," she lied.

"I see. So you ready for this?" he asked.

"I guess so."

The three were on their way to a local superstore to rob it. Wendy did not know this, she thought it was just a nightly cruise with the gang. Being the new girl in town, Wendy had no friends. These were the first people she ever spoke to or interacted with. They were all she had. So she was going to enjoy this as much as she could.

"Man, I'd be dyin' if I was still wearin' those," Steve attempted to make conversation.

"What?"

Steve pointed toward her mary janes with the one inch heel, firmly strapped over her black socks and tights.

"Ohh yeah, well you get used to it," she giggled, unaware of the mound growing in Steve's pants. She tried wiggling her feet inside the shoes. The socks were sticky with her perspiration, as they typically were after about the 12-hour mark, never mind the 19.

The truck screeched to a stop behind the local supermarket.

"What's going on?" Wendy asked.

"Quiet, let's move," Steve instructed.

Wendy's stomach lurched as she reluctantly crawled out of the truck, not wanting to put weight on her feet, but doing so anyway. Her mary janes clomped against the ground all business like. Steve struggled to keep his raging erection under control at the sound of her exhausted feet making those prim, delicate little steps.

Shawn pulled a lock pick out and began to go to work. Wendy thought she had some idea what was going on here.

"Look guys," she whispered loudly. "If this is what I think it is, I want no part in it."

"You agreed," Shawn said, not even looking at her, and sounding much like a lifeless drill sergeant.

Wendy swallowed hard as the lock gave way, and they crept inside. Shawn led the way. Steve took a hold of Wendy's sweaty hand to lead her. It wasn't far to where they were going, the main office. Shawn produced a stethoscope of some kind, and began to go to work on a large safe in the corner. Wendy didn't want to watch, but did anyway as he proceeded to work out the combination. As the safe gave way, Wendy started to tremble. What had she just gotten herself into? Part of her just wanted to run away, screaming, but there was no way these two would let her get very far. Plus, she was exhausted as all getout.

Shawn pulled the safe door wide open, as he and Steve laughed in victory together. Wendy stood, still trembling, with her arms over her waist. Now she was sweating too, and she had no ventilation in this uniform.

Shawn and Steve both emerged from the office with equal amounts of money.

"Haha, and that's how it's done, maestro," Shawn victoriously stated, exchanging a high five with Steve. "Now it's your turn."

Wendy did not know how to react to the expectant looks from the two guys.

"What, you want me to..." she pointed toward the safe.

"You get a share too, baby, come on! Let's go before somebody shows up here!" Steve chortled.

Wendy swallowed again, her throat as dry as the Sahara. She took two steps toward the safe, both of them years apart, and stopped, hanging her head.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You came with us, you're one of us, you fulfill your place as one of us."

"Well I don't want to be one of you then," she said defiantly.

Shawn and Steve looked at each other, both exchanging a deep guttural chuckle.

"Look, just take me home... please?" Wendy tried.

"You are going to take your share, or we're going to take it for you."

"Go ahead! You can have it! Just let me..."

"No. When I say 'Take it for you', I mean 'Take it out of you.'"

That was the moment. Right there. That was when Wendy knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Her entire world was crumbling around her, and she wished for nothing more than to wake from this dreadful nightmare.

"So what's it going to be?" Shawn demanded.

"I can't. I won't. Okay? Please?" Wendy pleaded, almost getting to her knees. Tears were already filling her crystal blue eyes.

"Hold her," Shawn ordered.

Wendy fell to her knees, grimacing as she closed her eyes, allowing the tears to now cascade down her cheeks. This was it.

Steve roughly yanked Wendy up and onto her tired, sweaty feet again, holding her arms behind her back. Wendy wanted to scream, but she was hyperventilating uncontrollably at this point.

Shawn walked slowly up to the helpless Wendy, licking his lips.

"Look, Wendy. We're not stupid. If you're not with us, you're against us. And we can't risk you ratting us out, you hear me?"

Wendy nodded, still crying.

"So you go in there, and you take that money as a testament that you are one of us. That if we go down, you go down with us."

"I promise I won't tell!" Wendy pleaded in a voice so trembly she never knew she was capable of it.

"That's not enough. We need action. Not words."

Just pretend to steal it. Steal it and throw it out of the truck on the way home. Steal it and tell your parents what happened. Anything. There has to be something. But it's not your money. Oh God, what are these guys going to do?

"So come on with it? You with us? Yes, or no." Shawn scolded her.

"No," Wendy said through gritted teeth.

"Have it your way," Shawn said, reaching towards her neck..

Finally, she found the strength to do it. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She was stifled within seconds by Steve's hand. As she continued to protest through his hand, Shawn whispered "Shhhh" softly in her face. Then he whispered some more after she went silent...

"The louder you scream, the longer it will last."

Wendy unleashed a new deluge of fresh tears, trying to bend forward but Steve wouldn't let her. She was devastated and they hadn't even caused her any pain yet.

Shawn proceeded for a second time to reach towards her neck. Wendy squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth, not wanting to see what was coming. But it seemed nothing was happening. Suddenly, Wendy felt a refreshing draft of cooler air blow across her chest.

He was undoing the buttons on her school dress shirt. He hadn't undone the tie, but he was undoing the buttons. This was it, wasn't it. He really was going to do it. Oh God, please. Please, God.

When he got to the last button before the shirt went into Wendy's skirt, he slowly began to tug at her shirt tail, releasing it slowly, inch by inch, taking in deep breaths of it as he pulled it out. The shirt tail was slathered in today's unique array of wrinkles, as was typical, from having been so tightly compressed under Wendy's leather belt that went over her skirt. Finally, the entirety of her shirt tail was free. Wendy sighed and tried to enjoy the relief as much as she could, but that tie was still digging into her neck, the belt was still gouging into her waist, and it was hard enough to breathe already because she was terribly nervous.

Now Wendy's bare stomach was exposed. It was a beautifully crafted, creamy landscape of a midsection, starting from her supple breasts and smoothly avalanching down to her gloriously silky abdomen. Shawn's feelings were now as apparent as Steve's were, but nothing could prepare Wendy for what was truly coming.

Shawn balled up his right hand into a fist. Wendy tried to cry out again before remembering what he had said. The louder she screamed, the longer it would last. Shawn slowly approached her with his fist, and softly applied the surface of his fist to her bare abdomen. He applied a little pressure, but nothing that hurt. Just enough so that she could feel the reality of his knuckles on her unprotected skin.

"Do you feel that?" Shawn asked, almost as politely as a doctor would.

"Yes," Wendy replied obediently, her voice still shaking.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time, are you with us?"

Wendy thought for a minute. There had to be a way to play this off. But the moment she walked out that door, she would be a criminal. That door that was only six feet away that anybody could just walk right by any old time, oh please let somebody walk by, please. There has to be a way, there just has to...

"WELL!?" Shawn interrupted her thoughts. "If I don't get an answer from you in 10 seconds, I'm going to assume your answer is no."

Shawn began counting down, and the numbers just went by too quickly. Wendy simply cried and tried to tighten her abdominal muscles, figuring that's what he was going for now, but she had never been much of one to exercise. Her metabolism typically did all the work, which left her with very little to speak of in the muscle department. As he passed the count of four, then three, Wendy pulled together her resolve, not wanting him to be in control of everything including her answer, and she gave him her own answer.

"No."

(to be continued, maybe lol)]]>

Wendy had fallen fast asleep at her computer desk. She was not prepared for the sudden sound of Shawn's pickup truck beeping outside.

The sound rang in her ears, jarring her awake. How long had she slept? The computer clock said 1:25. Wendy got to her feet and ran as quickly as she could to the mirror to make sure she still looked at least somewhat presentable. With the quick swipe of a tissue, her face was okay. Her uniform shirt had come untucked on one side. She quickly tucked it back prim and proper into her skirt, and straightened her bow tie, which after nearly 19 hours of gouging into her neck was starting to feel majorly uncomfortable. But she had no time to undo it. Thank goodness graduation was only a few months away.

Wendy crawled out her window and dropped to the ground outside, making a dash for Shawn's truck before he beeped again and possibly awakened her parents. She leapt with all her energy into the back, her mary janes clunking clumsily against the side of the truck. Steve helped her to a seated position in the back of the truck as Shawn raced away.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine, just a little groggy," Wendy replied.

"Why are you still in your uniform?" he asked.

The truth was that Wendy's parents politely demanded she not change until bedtime, but she didn't want Steve to know that.

"Never had time to change," she lied.

"I see. So you ready for this?" he asked.

"I guess so."

The three were on their way to a local superstore to rob it. Wendy did not know this, she thought it was just a nightly cruise with the gang. Being the new girl in town, Wendy had no friends. These were the first people she ever spoke to or interacted with. They were all she had. So she was going to enjoy this as much as she could.

"Man, I'd be dyin' if I was still wearin' those," Steve attempted to make conversation.

"What?"

Steve pointed toward her mary janes with the one inch heel, firmly strapped over her black socks and tights.

"Ohh yeah, well you get used to it," she giggled, unaware of the mound growing in Steve's pants. She tried wiggling her feet inside the shoes. The socks were sticky with her perspiration, as they typically were after about the 12-hour mark, never mind the 19.

The truck screeched to a stop behind the local supermarket.

"What's going on?" Wendy asked.

"Quiet, let's move," Steve instructed.

Wendy's stomach lurched as she reluctantly crawled out of the truck, not wanting to put weight on her feet, but doing so anyway. Her mary janes clomped against the ground all business like. Steve struggled to keep his raging erection under control at the sound of her exhausted feet making those prim, delicate little steps.

Shawn pulled a lock pick out and began to go to work. Wendy thought she had some idea what was going on here.

"Look guys," she whispered loudly. "If this is what I think it is, I want no part in it."

"You agreed," Shawn said, not even looking at her, and sounding much like a lifeless drill sergeant.

Wendy swallowed hard as the lock gave way, and they crept inside. Shawn led the way. Steve took a hold of Wendy's sweaty hand to lead her. It wasn't far to where they were going, the main office. Shawn produced a stethoscope of some kind, and began to go to work on a large safe in the corner. Wendy didn't want to watch, but did anyway as he proceeded to work out the combination. As the safe gave way, Wendy started to tremble. What had she just gotten herself into? Part of her just wanted to run away, screaming, but there was no way these two would let her get very far. Plus, she was exhausted as all getout.

Shawn pulled the safe door wide open, as he and Steve laughed in victory together. Wendy stood, still trembling, with her arms over her waist. Now she was sweating too, and she had no ventilation in this uniform.

Shawn and Steve both emerged from the office with equal amounts of money.

"Haha, and that's how it's done, maestro," Shawn victoriously stated, exchanging a high five with Steve. "Now it's your turn."

Wendy did not know how to react to the expectant looks from the two guys.

"What, you want me to..." she pointed toward the safe.

"You get a share too, baby, come on! Let's go before somebody shows up here!" Steve chortled.

Wendy swallowed again, her throat as dry as the Sahara. She took two steps toward the safe, both of them years apart, and stopped, hanging her head.

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? You came with us, you're one of us, you fulfill your place as one of us."

"Well I don't want to be one of you then," she said defiantly.

Shawn and Steve looked at each other, both exchanging a deep guttural chuckle.

"Look, just take me home... please?" Wendy tried.

"You are going to take your share, or we're going to take it for you."

"Go ahead! You can have it! Just let me..."

"No. When I say 'Take it for you', I mean 'Take it out of you.'"

That was the moment. Right there. That was when Wendy knew that nothing was ever going to be the same again. Her entire world was crumbling around her, and she wished for nothing more than to wake from this dreadful nightmare.

"So what's it going to be?" Shawn demanded.

"I can't. I won't. Okay? Please?" Wendy pleaded, almost getting to her knees. Tears were already filling her crystal blue eyes.

"Hold her," Shawn ordered.

Wendy fell to her knees, grimacing as she closed her eyes, allowing the tears to now cascade down her cheeks. This was it.

Steve roughly yanked Wendy up and onto her tired, sweaty feet again, holding her arms behind her back. Wendy wanted to scream, but she was hyperventilating uncontrollably at this point.

Shawn walked slowly up to the helpless Wendy, licking his lips.

"Look, Wendy. We're not stupid. If you're not with us, you're against us. And we can't risk you ratting us out, you hear me?"

Wendy nodded, still crying.

"So you go in there, and you take that money as a testament that you are one of us. That if we go down, you go down with us."

"I promise I won't tell!" Wendy pleaded in a voice so trembly she never knew she was capable of it.

"That's not enough. We need action. Not words."

Just pretend to steal it. Steal it and throw it out of the truck on the way home. Steal it and tell your parents what happened. Anything. There has to be something. But it's not your money. Oh God, what are these guys going to do?

"So come on with it? You with us? Yes, or no." Shawn scolded her.

"No," Wendy said through gritted teeth.

"Have it your way," Shawn said, reaching towards her neck..

Finally, she found the strength to do it. She let out a blood-curdling scream. She was stifled within seconds by Steve's hand. As she continued to protest through his hand, Shawn whispered "Shhhh" softly in her face. Then he whispered some more after she went silent...

"The louder you scream, the longer it will last."

Wendy unleashed a new deluge of fresh tears, trying to bend forward but Steve wouldn't let her. She was devastated and they hadn't even caused her any pain yet.

Shawn proceeded for a second time to reach towards her neck. Wendy squinted her eyes and gritted her teeth, not wanting to see what was coming. But it seemed nothing was happening. Suddenly, Wendy felt a refreshing draft of cooler air blow across her chest.

He was undoing the buttons on her school dress shirt. He hadn't undone the tie, but he was undoing the buttons. This was it, wasn't it. He really was going to do it. Oh God, please. Please, God.

When he got to the last button before the shirt went into Wendy's skirt, he slowly began to tug at her shirt tail, releasing it slowly, inch by inch, taking in deep breaths of it as he pulled it out. The shirt tail was slathered in today's unique array of wrinkles, as was typical, from having been so tightly compressed under Wendy's leather belt that went over her skirt. Finally, the entirety of her shirt tail was free. Wendy sighed and tried to enjoy the relief as much as she could, but that tie was still digging into her neck, the belt was still gouging into her waist, and it was hard enough to breathe already because she was terribly nervous.

Now Wendy's bare stomach was exposed. It was a beautifully crafted, creamy landscape of a midsection, starting from her supple breasts and smoothly avalanching down to her gloriously silky abdomen. Shawn's feelings were now as apparent as Steve's were, but nothing could prepare Wendy for what was truly coming.

Shawn balled up his right hand into a fist. Wendy tried to cry out again before remembering what he had said. The louder she screamed, the longer it would last. Shawn slowly approached her with his fist, and softly applied the surface of his fist to her bare abdomen. He applied a little pressure, but nothing that hurt. Just enough so that she could feel the reality of his knuckles on her unprotected skin.

"Do you feel that?" Shawn asked, almost as politely as a doctor would.

"Yes," Wendy replied obediently, her voice still shaking.

"So I'm going to ask you one more time, are you with us?"

Wendy thought for a minute. There had to be a way to play this off. But the moment she walked out that door, she would be a criminal. That door that was only six feet away that anybody could just walk right by any old time, oh please let somebody walk by, please. There has to be a way, there just has to...

"WELL!?" Shawn interrupted her thoughts. "If I don't get an answer from you in 10 seconds, I'm going to assume your answer is no."

Shawn began counting down, and the numbers just went by too quickly. Wendy simply cried and tried to tighten her abdominal muscles, figuring that's what he was going for now, but she had never been much of one to exercise. Her metabolism typically did all the work, which left her with very little to speak of in the muscle department. As he passed the count of four, then three, Wendy pulled together her resolve, not wanting him to be in control of everything including her answer, and she gave him her own answer.

"No."

(to be continued, maybe lol)]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=369 Sat, 26 Jun 2010 10:53:44 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=369 Mark was really into girls fighting, and even better, into getting them to fight.
One summer we both had good looking girlfriends that were also friends, so we all hung out together constantly.
marks girl was named Cheryl and mine was Anne.
Cheryl was around 5'4 and 145lbs with long dirty blond hair, a little chunky,but good looking.
My girl was about 5'2 and 100lbs with long strawberry blond hair and pretty blue eyes.
Anne had the perfect body, small breasts, but perfect! she had a tiny little stomach with nice curves that made her look extra sexy.
Anne was a little dippy and loved to have fun.
Cheryl was a showboater constantly looking for attention.
we used to hang out at a local pond all the time and Mark would always talk them into wrestling, It was great for us and the girls were always up for it
Cheryl always put on a show and would sometimes get to aggressive and go too far.
Every time she would do something that was over the top, she would scream and yell, sometimes right in Anne's face.
The day I found out I liked belly punching.
Cheryl had Anne on the ground beaten and winded. I saw Anne dazed from being choked by the stronger girl. Anne looked so hot in her leppard bikini with her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her stomach was heaving as she was trying to catch her breath.
I don't know why, but I yelled out " Punch her in the stomach" and just like that, the whole world stopped!
Cheryl looked at me for what seemed like a long time then slammed her fist into the already beaten girls stomach.
I heard the splash from her punching the sweaty belly and I saw her stomach fold up around the bigger girls fist as she buried it deep into Anne.
At first Anne couldn't speak.
Anne let out a loud sigh and tears started running down her face.
She curled up in a tight ball clutching her stomach.
Cheryl, looking for more attention, grabbed Anne's arms and pulled them over her head and straightened her out on the ground.
She then looked at me and blew me a kiss as she moved on top of her sobbing victim,lifted her right leg and slammed it right into the center of Anne's stomach! That was it, she was beaten! a crying, moaning soaking wet mess!
Cheryl did a victory pose with her arms up in the air making the muscle pose and planted her foot in the fallen girls stomach and proclaimed herself the winner.
I was stunned, that was the Hottest thing I ever saw, but I had to be compassionate to my girlfriend who just got beaten and humiliated by another girl for the entertainment of her boyfriend.
As I carried her to the car, Cheryl said "good fight" and Anne replied " This Isn't over bitch!
Anne could never just keep her mouth shut.
On the way home, she asked me who yelled out Punch her in the stomach You or Mark?
I just looked at her and said, Sorry!!!!!
more to come!

I hope I posted this in the right place, this is my first time here and it's a little bit confusing, Cheers!]]> Mark was really into girls fighting, and even better, into getting them to fight.
One summer we both had good looking girlfriends that were also friends, so we all hung out together constantly.
marks girl was named Cheryl and mine was Anne.
Cheryl was around 5'4 and 145lbs with long dirty blond hair, a little chunky,but good looking.
My girl was about 5'2 and 100lbs with long strawberry blond hair and pretty blue eyes.
Anne had the perfect body, small breasts, but perfect! she had a tiny little stomach with nice curves that made her look extra sexy.
Anne was a little dippy and loved to have fun.
Cheryl was a showboater constantly looking for attention.
we used to hang out at a local pond all the time and Mark would always talk them into wrestling, It was great for us and the girls were always up for it
Cheryl always put on a show and would sometimes get to aggressive and go too far.
Every time she would do something that was over the top, she would scream and yell, sometimes right in Anne's face.
The day I found out I liked belly punching.
Cheryl had Anne on the ground beaten and winded. I saw Anne dazed from being choked by the stronger girl. Anne looked so hot in her leppard bikini with her hair stuck to her face with sweat. Her stomach was heaving as she was trying to catch her breath.
I don't know why, but I yelled out " Punch her in the stomach" and just like that, the whole world stopped!
Cheryl looked at me for what seemed like a long time then slammed her fist into the already beaten girls stomach.
I heard the splash from her punching the sweaty belly and I saw her stomach fold up around the bigger girls fist as she buried it deep into Anne.
At first Anne couldn't speak.
Anne let out a loud sigh and tears started running down her face.
She curled up in a tight ball clutching her stomach.
Cheryl, looking for more attention, grabbed Anne's arms and pulled them over her head and straightened her out on the ground.
She then looked at me and blew me a kiss as she moved on top of her sobbing victim,lifted her right leg and slammed it right into the center of Anne's stomach! That was it, she was beaten! a crying, moaning soaking wet mess!
Cheryl did a victory pose with her arms up in the air making the muscle pose and planted her foot in the fallen girls stomach and proclaimed herself the winner.
I was stunned, that was the Hottest thing I ever saw, but I had to be compassionate to my girlfriend who just got beaten and humiliated by another girl for the entertainment of her boyfriend.
As I carried her to the car, Cheryl said "good fight" and Anne replied " This Isn't over bitch!
Anne could never just keep her mouth shut.
On the way home, she asked me who yelled out Punch her in the stomach You or Mark?
I just looked at her and said, Sorry!!!!!
more to come!

I hope I posted this in the right place, this is my first time here and it's a little bit confusing, Cheers!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=368 Mon, 07 Jun 2010 02:37:56 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=368 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=367 Sat, 05 Jun 2010 04:40:16 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=367 You find Amy doing weighted pull-ups and help her with her training...

She was already down in the basement when I got home. I thought it was hot outside but the heat down there hit me like a wall as I descended the steps. "Just in time" she said breathlessly, "I could do with a hand". My eyes widened as I spotted her on the far side of the room. She was hanging from a bar, her face reddened with effort and her thong-clad body dripping with sweat. A thirty pound weight was suspended from her trim waist. The floor below her was damp so I guessed that she had been on the bar for some time already. Her large, round breasts were pulled high and bulged slightly around the narrow, taut material of their scanty covering.

As I approached, she grunted and heaved herself upwards, until her upper arms were horizontal. Then she just held that position. I was surprised that she could make a weighted pull up look as easy as that, and that she was managing to sustain the pullup. "Pull me downwards" she gasped. Astonished, I didn't respond for a few seconds, but then I raised my hands to her hips and applied some downward pressure. She gasped again but somehow resisted my force. "Harder!" she grunted. I leaned into it a little and to my surprise she still didn't budge, though she was now trembling. "More!" she hissed, face contorted. I stopped, stepped forward and encircled her waist with my arms, then pulled down, using my weight this time. She descended a couple of inches but cried out and, throwing her head back, pulled us back up an inch or so, her body shaking with the effort. My arms were pulling down on the thong and her breasts were now pulled even higher and pushed together into a breathtaking cleavage, nearly bursting out of the garment. I was enormously impressed, and straightening up, I stepped back.

Her head came up, but she remained in the half pull-up position. "Don't stop," she complained, "try harder - but put another weight belt on first". I was amazed at her endurance. Her remarkable biceps bulged, her chest rose and fell rapidly with her deep breaths. I lifted another 30 pound weight belt from the nearby rack. God, it felt heavy! I stepped forward, buckled it on, she groaned but it seemed to make very little difference to her position. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist again, my face close to her flat tummy with its faint outlines of abdominal musculature. This time I lifted my feet completely off the floor. She screamed and again threw her head back violently, arching her whole body backwards. We dropped a couple of inches again but no further. Her body vibrated with the efforts of those amazing arms. Her ribs bowed outwards, her six-pack became more prominent and her breasts, thrust forwards, bulged alarmingly against the taut thongs, more out of them than in. I was waiting for us to drop down but it wasn't happening, she was just gasping, groaning and heaving and keeping us there.

Then at last, a full fifteen seconds after I applied my full weight, we began to slowly descend. Suddenly she screamed again and arched even further back. Her breasts simultaneously popped out of their thongs, now freely heaving up and down with her quick, heavy breathing. Her face was a picture of determination, her teeth clenched, her jaw jutting out, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed. She stopped us from going down, but only for a couple of seconds before slowly, very slowly, we began to move again. Now she shuddered violently, breasts jiggling alarmingly as she threw everything she had into her exhausted biceps. She didn't give up all the way down, managing to keep the descent at a snail's pace until her arms were nearly straight.

I released her and stood up. I was soaked with her perspiration. "That was incredible" I exclaimed. She seemed unable to speak, just hanging there trembling, her sheened breasts shimmering with the vibration and heaving up and down with her gasps. The two 30 pound weights dragged heavily at her waist. Why don't you come down now, and I'll make us a cup of tea." After a few seconds, she gasped, almost inaudibly "I'm trying to improve my grip strength". I shook my head in amazement, turned and went upstairs.

Ten minutes later, after I had changed and made tea, I carried the tray downstairs. Amy was doing slow, steady pull-ups, still loaded by 60 pounds, and I realised that she still had not come down from the bar. She had adjusted her thong to cover her nipples again, though the material was barely wide enough to do it. "Ten" she was saying as I put the tray on the table. Then she stopped in the dead hang position, still breathing very heavily. "can you take these weights off me now?" she asked. "About time too" I exclaimed, uneasy at the punishment she was giving herself. "Now, let's try something else" she grinned.

With that, She raised her feet together, moving into a pike position so that her straight legs were horizontal in front of her. Her abdominal muscles bunched into two impressive undulating cords and her thigh muscles bulged, with superb curves of impressive definition. Seconds later I was standing on a chair, just to the left of her gleaming thighs. "Now get on!" she said. As if in a dream, I obeyed. As I began to sit astride her upper legs, I put my arms under hers and clasped my hands behind her upper back. Before I knew it, she was using her leg and stomach muscles to support me! My weight caused her body to arch back, my arms pulling her chest towards me whilst her pelvis was being pushed away. How she managed to keep that piked position I'll never know. The strain on her abdomen must have been terrific. Gazing at her tummy, I saw that the abdominals were standing out even more than before, her six pack very clearly defined within the very prominent, deeply bifurcated cords of muscle which disappeared into the lower part of her costume, eight inches below her navel. Her tummy button was scarcely visible, so deep was the vertical groove of her abdomen. Her breasts jutted out magnificently, inches from my eyes, beautiful firm hemispheres, glossy with perspiration, seemingly attempting to expand out of their inadequate confinement each time they rose with her rapid breathing. Although Amy must have been under severe physical stress, her pretty face seemed to contradict this. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, though her breathing was rapid and deep.

As the seconds ticked away, she began to tremble. The sweat was pouring off her, a constant rivulet channeling down her deep cleavage. The trembling was progressively increasing. I couldn't believe she was keeping this up but it must have been over a minute already. And she must have been hanging by those hands for ages now. Her breathing was deepening and a frown of discomfort forming on her brow. After two minutes she was groaning with the effort, the trembling has worsened to a shudder, tears were being squeezed from her tightly closed eyes and her voluptuous breasts were heaving with remarkable amplitude.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine, a wild look on her face. "Hang on!" she shouted. I'll never forget what happened next. Still in the agonising piked position, she threw her head back and, with a cry of effort, she heaved us upwards! With incredible strength, she performed a complete chin-up, loaded by my 180lb weight. Chinning the bar, she lowered us rapidly and, with a half cry, half scream, without pause she repeated it.

I was totally blown away by this feat, which I would never have beleived humanly possible. Dazed, I stared at the incredible woman before me. Her whole body shuddering, she was performing a third pull-up. This one was noticably slower and I could almost feel the effort required to complete it radiating from her. Her biceps bulged, tendons and ligaments standing out in sharp relief in her arms, shoulders and neck. Her breasts, bulging out like balloons, quivered even more than the rest of her body as she strained to haul us laboriously upward again. With terrible slowness, she brought her trembling chin to the bar again and we dropped rapidly, a cracking of sinews clearly emanating from her shoulders. Unbelivably, she strained once again to lift us, but despite her loud scream, we did not rise. I felt the attempt stop and noticed that her legs had dropped slightly. No sooner had I become aware of this than, with a gut-wrenching groan of anguish, she raised them back to a perfect pike position once more. Her head came forward again and I saw that her eyes were now open, tears streaming down her reddened face. "Amy, shall I-". She interrupted me with a snarl. "Stay where you are!" she grated, between gasps.

Next moment she simultaneously threw her head back sharply, arched her back and drew in a great lungful of air. Her flushed breasts immediately burst upwards out of the thong with a taut wobble and a spray of perspiration. For the first time, I realised that her nipples were fully erect as they pointed almost directly up at the ceiling. Silently we had begun to rise again, but oh so slowly... Amy was throwing everything she had into a titanic effort but it seemed that she was doomed to failure. Her whole body was now spasaming and again I noticed that her legs were beginning to drop. After eight seconds of monstrous straining she let out the lungful of air in a scream of rage and we dropped to the hang position, even more violently than before. I marvelled that she managed to keep her grip despite the sudden jerk. Again her head came forward, this time I was shocked at the anguished expression on her face.

"I need your help," she whispered in a tremulous voice, "massage my tits". Needing no further bidding, I began to gently rub her prominent nipples, which were about 3/4" long and very hard. The skin of her breasts was taut, alarmingly hot and silky smooth, shiny with perspiration. The effect of my work was immediate, A shock passed through us as her body, already under terrible strain, tensed yet further and I felt her legs rise slightly once more. Her jaw dropped open and she let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I quickened my massage and she gulped. I could see the whites of her eyes and her breathing was getting even faster. "Huuuh!" she mumbled, as if trying to speak. "Pardon?" I replied. "Harder!" she groaned. I began to squeeze the nipples quite violently and increase the amplitude of my rubbing action. The breasts moved around in a delightful manner, tautly springing back to their upward thrusting position whenever I allowed it. Her head flopped back and she thrust her chest out towards me, her ribs bowing outwards like bent swords. "More! she shouted, then "Harder!". I redoubled my efforts, digging my nails into what now resembled the one inch blunt ends of pencils. "Harder! she yelled, then suddenly she drew in a great, shuddering breath and started to scream.

Simultaneously her legs and I rose a good four inches, her body arched more violently and further back than before and every muscle I could see bulged and sprang into sharper definition. Incredibly, her arms began to drag us skyward again, whilst her whole body shook violently. Still screaming shrilly, her gorgeous breasts thrusting almost into my face, Amy's orgasm was enabling her to call on reserves which even she had not learnt to tap in her rigourous training sessions. But halfway up, she was beginning to slow and her scream was dropping in pitch. Instinctively, I dropped one hand to her lower abdomen and began to caress it. Even well below the navel, I could feel solid, bulging muscle through the silky smooth skin just above her garment. I leaned forward and replaced my missing hand with teeth at her nipple, squeezing both as hard as I dare. Amy instantly responded, her continuous scream rising in pitch and volume and our pace of elevation increasing. To my astonishment, she continued the pullup even higher than usual, her head still straining back, until her breasts both bulged against the bar. Next moment her scream faded, her lungs completely exhausted, and we both plunged to the cellar floor as she lost consciousness.

http://www.atastretchstories.co.uk]]> You find Amy doing weighted pull-ups and help her with her training...

She was already down in the basement when I got home. I thought it was hot outside but the heat down there hit me like a wall as I descended the steps. "Just in time" she said breathlessly, "I could do with a hand". My eyes widened as I spotted her on the far side of the room. She was hanging from a bar, her face reddened with effort and her thong-clad body dripping with sweat. A thirty pound weight was suspended from her trim waist. The floor below her was damp so I guessed that she had been on the bar for some time already. Her large, round breasts were pulled high and bulged slightly around the narrow, taut material of their scanty covering.

As I approached, she grunted and heaved herself upwards, until her upper arms were horizontal. Then she just held that position. I was surprised that she could make a weighted pull up look as easy as that, and that she was managing to sustain the pullup. "Pull me downwards" she gasped. Astonished, I didn't respond for a few seconds, but then I raised my hands to her hips and applied some downward pressure. She gasped again but somehow resisted my force. "Harder!" she grunted. I leaned into it a little and to my surprise she still didn't budge, though she was now trembling. "More!" she hissed, face contorted. I stopped, stepped forward and encircled her waist with my arms, then pulled down, using my weight this time. She descended a couple of inches but cried out and, throwing her head back, pulled us back up an inch or so, her body shaking with the effort. My arms were pulling down on the thong and her breasts were now pulled even higher and pushed together into a breathtaking cleavage, nearly bursting out of the garment. I was enormously impressed, and straightening up, I stepped back.

Her head came up, but she remained in the half pull-up position. "Don't stop," she complained, "try harder - but put another weight belt on first". I was amazed at her endurance. Her remarkable biceps bulged, her chest rose and fell rapidly with her deep breaths. I lifted another 30 pound weight belt from the nearby rack. God, it felt heavy! I stepped forward, buckled it on, she groaned but it seemed to make very little difference to her position. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist again, my face close to her flat tummy with its faint outlines of abdominal musculature. This time I lifted my feet completely off the floor. She screamed and again threw her head back violently, arching her whole body backwards. We dropped a couple of inches again but no further. Her body vibrated with the efforts of those amazing arms. Her ribs bowed outwards, her six-pack became more prominent and her breasts, thrust forwards, bulged alarmingly against the taut thongs, more out of them than in. I was waiting for us to drop down but it wasn't happening, she was just gasping, groaning and heaving and keeping us there.

Then at last, a full fifteen seconds after I applied my full weight, we began to slowly descend. Suddenly she screamed again and arched even further back. Her breasts simultaneously popped out of their thongs, now freely heaving up and down with her quick, heavy breathing. Her face was a picture of determination, her teeth clenched, her jaw jutting out, her eyes wide and her brow furrowed. She stopped us from going down, but only for a couple of seconds before slowly, very slowly, we began to move again. Now she shuddered violently, breasts jiggling alarmingly as she threw everything she had into her exhausted biceps. She didn't give up all the way down, managing to keep the descent at a snail's pace until her arms were nearly straight.

I released her and stood up. I was soaked with her perspiration. "That was incredible" I exclaimed. She seemed unable to speak, just hanging there trembling, her sheened breasts shimmering with the vibration and heaving up and down with her gasps. The two 30 pound weights dragged heavily at her waist. Why don't you come down now, and I'll make us a cup of tea." After a few seconds, she gasped, almost inaudibly "I'm trying to improve my grip strength". I shook my head in amazement, turned and went upstairs.

Ten minutes later, after I had changed and made tea, I carried the tray downstairs. Amy was doing slow, steady pull-ups, still loaded by 60 pounds, and I realised that she still had not come down from the bar. She had adjusted her thong to cover her nipples again, though the material was barely wide enough to do it. "Ten" she was saying as I put the tray on the table. Then she stopped in the dead hang position, still breathing very heavily. "can you take these weights off me now?" she asked. "About time too" I exclaimed, uneasy at the punishment she was giving herself. "Now, let's try something else" she grinned.

With that, She raised her feet together, moving into a pike position so that her straight legs were horizontal in front of her. Her abdominal muscles bunched into two impressive undulating cords and her thigh muscles bulged, with superb curves of impressive definition. Seconds later I was standing on a chair, just to the left of her gleaming thighs. "Now get on!" she said. As if in a dream, I obeyed. As I began to sit astride her upper legs, I put my arms under hers and clasped my hands behind her upper back. Before I knew it, she was using her leg and stomach muscles to support me! My weight caused her body to arch back, my arms pulling her chest towards me whilst her pelvis was being pushed away. How she managed to keep that piked position I'll never know. The strain on her abdomen must have been terrific. Gazing at her tummy, I saw that the abdominals were standing out even more than before, her six pack very clearly defined within the very prominent, deeply bifurcated cords of muscle which disappeared into the lower part of her costume, eight inches below her navel. Her tummy button was scarcely visible, so deep was the vertical groove of her abdomen. Her breasts jutted out magnificently, inches from my eyes, beautiful firm hemispheres, glossy with perspiration, seemingly attempting to expand out of their inadequate confinement each time they rose with her rapid breathing. Although Amy must have been under severe physical stress, her pretty face seemed to contradict this. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open, though her breathing was rapid and deep.

As the seconds ticked away, she began to tremble. The sweat was pouring off her, a constant rivulet channeling down her deep cleavage. The trembling was progressively increasing. I couldn't believe she was keeping this up but it must have been over a minute already. And she must have been hanging by those hands for ages now. Her breathing was deepening and a frown of discomfort forming on her brow. After two minutes she was groaning with the effort, the trembling has worsened to a shudder, tears were being squeezed from her tightly closed eyes and her voluptuous breasts were heaving with remarkable amplitude.

Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine, a wild look on her face. "Hang on!" she shouted. I'll never forget what happened next. Still in the agonising piked position, she threw her head back and, with a cry of effort, she heaved us upwards! With incredible strength, she performed a complete chin-up, loaded by my 180lb weight. Chinning the bar, she lowered us rapidly and, with a half cry, half scream, without pause she repeated it.

I was totally blown away by this feat, which I would never have beleived humanly possible. Dazed, I stared at the incredible woman before me. Her whole body shuddering, she was performing a third pull-up. This one was noticably slower and I could almost feel the effort required to complete it radiating from her. Her biceps bulged, tendons and ligaments standing out in sharp relief in her arms, shoulders and neck. Her breasts, bulging out like balloons, quivered even more than the rest of her body as she strained to haul us laboriously upward again. With terrible slowness, she brought her trembling chin to the bar again and we dropped rapidly, a cracking of sinews clearly emanating from her shoulders. Unbelivably, she strained once again to lift us, but despite her loud scream, we did not rise. I felt the attempt stop and noticed that her legs had dropped slightly. No sooner had I become aware of this than, with a gut-wrenching groan of anguish, she raised them back to a perfect pike position once more. Her head came forward again and I saw that her eyes were now open, tears streaming down her reddened face. "Amy, shall I-". She interrupted me with a snarl. "Stay where you are!" she grated, between gasps.

Next moment she simultaneously threw her head back sharply, arched her back and drew in a great lungful of air. Her flushed breasts immediately burst upwards out of the thong with a taut wobble and a spray of perspiration. For the first time, I realised that her nipples were fully erect as they pointed almost directly up at the ceiling. Silently we had begun to rise again, but oh so slowly... Amy was throwing everything she had into a titanic effort but it seemed that she was doomed to failure. Her whole body was now spasaming and again I noticed that her legs were beginning to drop. After eight seconds of monstrous straining she let out the lungful of air in a scream of rage and we dropped to the hang position, even more violently than before. I marvelled that she managed to keep her grip despite the sudden jerk. Again her head came forward, this time I was shocked at the anguished expression on her face.

"I need your help," she whispered in a tremulous voice, "massage my tits". Needing no further bidding, I began to gently rub her prominent nipples, which were about 3/4" long and very hard. The skin of her breasts was taut, alarmingly hot and silky smooth, shiny with perspiration. The effect of my work was immediate, A shock passed through us as her body, already under terrible strain, tensed yet further and I felt her legs rise slightly once more. Her jaw dropped open and she let out a cry of mixed pain and pleasure. I quickened my massage and she gulped. I could see the whites of her eyes and her breathing was getting even faster. "Huuuh!" she mumbled, as if trying to speak. "Pardon?" I replied. "Harder!" she groaned. I began to squeeze the nipples quite violently and increase the amplitude of my rubbing action. The breasts moved around in a delightful manner, tautly springing back to their upward thrusting position whenever I allowed it. Her head flopped back and she thrust her chest out towards me, her ribs bowing outwards like bent swords. "More! she shouted, then "Harder!". I redoubled my efforts, digging my nails into what now resembled the one inch blunt ends of pencils. "Harder! she yelled, then suddenly she drew in a great, shuddering breath and started to scream.

Simultaneously her legs and I rose a good four inches, her body arched more violently and further back than before and every muscle I could see bulged and sprang into sharper definition. Incredibly, her arms began to drag us skyward again, whilst her whole body shook violently. Still screaming shrilly, her gorgeous breasts thrusting almost into my face, Amy's orgasm was enabling her to call on reserves which even she had not learnt to tap in her rigourous training sessions. But halfway up, she was beginning to slow and her scream was dropping in pitch. Instinctively, I dropped one hand to her lower abdomen and began to caress it. Even well below the navel, I could feel solid, bulging muscle through the silky smooth skin just above her garment. I leaned forward and replaced my missing hand with teeth at her nipple, squeezing both as hard as I dare. Amy instantly responded, her continuous scream rising in pitch and volume and our pace of elevation increasing. To my astonishment, she continued the pullup even higher than usual, her head still straining back, until her breasts both bulged against the bar. Next moment her scream faded, her lungs completely exhausted, and we both plunged to the cellar floor as she lost consciousness.

http://www.atastretchstories.co.uk]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=366 Mon, 31 May 2010 19:04:52 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=366 "Ready?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said, panting slightly already.
She teased me at first. She dropped the hot wax in tiny driplets all over my belly. Each drop made me twitch, it gave me a burning pain that faded away after a few seconds. She eventually gave me what I wanted, and poured more wax into my belly button. I moaned in pain and started to breathe more deeply. I stopped myself from struggling as the pain tormented me. Amy smiled, and waited for the wax to harden. When it had, she dug a screwdriver into my belly button (thanks for the idea carcutulea) and I cried out as I felt the cold, metal tip dig into my burned navel. She twisted it around to dig the wax out and to torment me further. This intense pain made me hornier than ever. I asked her for more and she complied, pouring more of the hot wax into my fragile navel. I grinned as my belly button burned, she laughed and took my bikini top off, then playing with my nipples, pinching them while the wax hardened. After a minute or two she took the screwdriver and drove it into my belly button with her full weight. I tried to struggle and resist but my body was securely tied in an X position. To torment me, she held the screwdriver there for what seemed like forever. I moaned and whimpered as my energy faded away. Amy eventually showed me mercy and released the screwdriver, I gasped and panted, wet with sweat, my breasts still exposed.]]> "Ready?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said, panting slightly already.
She teased me at first. She dropped the hot wax in tiny driplets all over my belly. Each drop made me twitch, it gave me a burning pain that faded away after a few seconds. She eventually gave me what I wanted, and poured more wax into my belly button. I moaned in pain and started to breathe more deeply. I stopped myself from struggling as the pain tormented me. Amy smiled, and waited for the wax to harden. When it had, she dug a screwdriver into my belly button (thanks for the idea carcutulea) and I cried out as I felt the cold, metal tip dig into my burned navel. She twisted it around to dig the wax out and to torment me further. This intense pain made me hornier than ever. I asked her for more and she complied, pouring more of the hot wax into my fragile navel. I grinned as my belly button burned, she laughed and took my bikini top off, then playing with my nipples, pinching them while the wax hardened. After a minute or two she took the screwdriver and drove it into my belly button with her full weight. I tried to struggle and resist but my body was securely tied in an X position. To torment me, she held the screwdriver there for what seemed like forever. I moaned and whimpered as my energy faded away. Amy eventually showed me mercy and released the screwdriver, I gasped and panted, wet with sweat, my breasts still exposed.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=365 Sat, 27 Mar 2010 10:57:05 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=365
He arrived at the office bright and early on Monday. Of course no one on his team ever showed up early. He left a note on each of their desks to report to his office before they clock in. As each member of the team came into his office he fastened a belt around their waist. But this wasn't just any belt. There was a spike on the inside of it that fit into their belly buttons and there was a lock on the belt so the only person who could adjust or remove the belt is the person with the key and that was Aiden. He fastened the belts so the spike would just touch the base of their bellybuttons. His team had no idea what was going.

"It has come to my attention that our team is in last place for productivity. If we don't get out of last place, my job as well as your jobs are on the line. For the entire week, you will be wearing these belts. If for any reason besides lunch and break you leave your desk, the belt gets tightened one notch and that includes bathroom breaks. After you clock out, you will report to my office and I will take the belt off and mark what notch you are on. When you come back tomorrow, you will start where you left off. Any questions?" He waits. "Ok then get to work."

On the first day each team member has their belt moved a few notches for leaving their desks but find the pain isn't bad even if the spike will be pushing on their bellybutton for 8 hours. It's a relief when the spike comes out. The second day the spike hurts from the start since their bellybuttons are already sore. And with a few more notches day 3 is going to be worse. The pain on day 3 is so intense that the team actually follows all the rules. So on the start of day 4 Aiden loosens everyones belt a notch for the job well done the day before but he explains that for every rule broken, he will not tighten the belt 2 notches. Two members of the team break the rules twice and sure enough they get another 4 notches each. The pain is so intense. On the start of day 5 Aiden explains that since there were rule breakers the day before, everyone is going to start the day 3 notches tighter then the day before, one because its a new day and one for each of the rule breakers plus after they clock out there will be a two hour meeting in the conference room as further punishment for the rule breakers.

more to come hopefully later tonight.......(let me know what you think so far)]]>
He arrived at the office bright and early on Monday. Of course no one on his team ever showed up early. He left a note on each of their desks to report to his office before they clock in. As each member of the team came into his office he fastened a belt around their waist. But this wasn't just any belt. There was a spike on the inside of it that fit into their belly buttons and there was a lock on the belt so the only person who could adjust or remove the belt is the person with the key and that was Aiden. He fastened the belts so the spike would just touch the base of their bellybuttons. His team had no idea what was going.

"It has come to my attention that our team is in last place for productivity. If we don't get out of last place, my job as well as your jobs are on the line. For the entire week, you will be wearing these belts. If for any reason besides lunch and break you leave your desk, the belt gets tightened one notch and that includes bathroom breaks. After you clock out, you will report to my office and I will take the belt off and mark what notch you are on. When you come back tomorrow, you will start where you left off. Any questions?" He waits. "Ok then get to work."

On the first day each team member has their belt moved a few notches for leaving their desks but find the pain isn't bad even if the spike will be pushing on their bellybutton for 8 hours. It's a relief when the spike comes out. The second day the spike hurts from the start since their bellybuttons are already sore. And with a few more notches day 3 is going to be worse. The pain on day 3 is so intense that the team actually follows all the rules. So on the start of day 4 Aiden loosens everyones belt a notch for the job well done the day before but he explains that for every rule broken, he will not tighten the belt 2 notches. Two members of the team break the rules twice and sure enough they get another 4 notches each. The pain is so intense. On the start of day 5 Aiden explains that since there were rule breakers the day before, everyone is going to start the day 3 notches tighter then the day before, one because its a new day and one for each of the rule breakers plus after they clock out there will be a two hour meeting in the conference room as further punishment for the rule breakers.

more to come hopefully later tonight.......(let me know what you think so far)]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=364 Thu, 18 Mar 2010 14:46:41 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=364 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=363 Sun, 14 Mar 2010 22:38:09 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=363 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=362 Wed, 10 Mar 2010 07:15:03 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=362
So... May I, or should I not?]]>
So... May I, or should I not?]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=361 Tue, 09 Mar 2010 23:20:42 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=361
Make sure to read what happens next.]]>
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.

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