08-05-2008, 12:08 AM
Rivals The Arboretum (part 2 of 2) written by Jeri
The ringleader once again jabbed her knee into her stomach and said, "Well, do you still think your stomach is the best? Do you still think it can stand up to anything? Well we have one more little thing to try on you." With that, she heard the ringleader stand up.
Amber winced at the baton being forced painfully into her upper stomach, half way between her navel and ribs. The batons had a right-angle grip that could be held to better control the weapon. From the pressure on her stomach muscles, the ringleader was apparently leaning on the baton grip with all her weight and forcing it into Amber's stomach. Amber had been able to withstand this kind of pressure from Crissy's knife-edge hand in the past for minutes at a time without her muscles losing their tone. However due to her stomach's weakened condition, her muscles were losing their tone and spasming within a few seconds. Unfortunately, this was only the initial part of this torture.
Amber heard a few of the other girls gather around her and she felt them grab the baton. Suddenly her stomach muscles exploded in pain. The other girls were pulling and jerking the end of the baton that was still being supported by her weak but flexed stomach muscles back and forth in random directions around her stomach. The tip of the baton was sliding over the surface of her wet and sweaty stomach, bruising the muscles beneath as it went and causing excruciating pain. She tried completely relaxing her stomach, hoping that would allow the baton to sink in and not slide around, but the baton just penetrated deeply into her all the way to the backbone, and hurt even more. She finally ended up flexing her stomach muscles just enough to keep the baton sunk into her stomach, but not so hard that it was able to move around the surface again. This was tricky, as her muscles were in poor shape. A couple of times, her muscles collapsed for a second, and the baton penetrated all the way to her backbone, causing another stab of pain before she was able to restore the balance. And while the pain was less this way, it was still very bad and getting worse.
They finally stopped, and she released a premature sigh of relief. They were just moving the baton to another place, this time to the muscles on her right side. Here, she had no choice but to completely relax her muscles to try to keep the baton from sliding around, since any attempt to alleviate the pain by flexing her muscles caused the baton to slide around her sweaty body. They used the baton this way on her other side and in the middle of her lower abdomen. This last was the worst of all, as even with her stomach completely relaxed, the baton slid around on her slippery stomach skin. She finally had to resign herself to the pain that flexing her stomach muscles caused, as she had felt the end of the baton quite literally bump into things as it was being moved deep within her lower stomach, and she didn't know what kind of internal damage this might cause. They finally drove the baton straight into her navel. Here, she had the opportunity to flex her muscles as tight as she could, since the baton didn't move around at all due to the natural "hole" it was seated in. Her muscles on all sides of the navel were being crushed by the baton's point being pulled sideways into them by the girls, and she was almost completely out of strength to keep her muscles flexed at all. In fact, her muscles collapsed several times, causing penetration to the backbone and the accompanying stab of pain.
The pain was back at its maximum peak level now, but it seemed it was gradually getting worse, though she didn't know how. Her mind was really clouded now from the pain, so most of her actions were automatic, not with any real thought. Most of her actions were just to decrease the level of pain being inflicted on her body.
Finally, they stopped. The ringleader again jammed her knee into Amber's stomach and said, "I said that was the final beating. I lied. Free-for-all." And, Amber's heard skipped a beat.
The ringleader had the girls line up next to Amber's side again, but on the opposite side from the first punching, to "balance out the stomach beating," as the ringleader put it. They then took turns punching, kicking or kneeing her stomach, or jabbing a baton down into it, continuously in a round robin fashion. She almost passed out from the pain several times. But just when she thought she was about to pass out, they would stop at the command of the ringleader, and restart after she recovered a little. Evidently, the ringleader wanted to make this last beating the most memorable and to prolong it as long as she could. Eventually, most of the girls dropped out of the rotation from exhaustion, leaving only a few, then only a couple, then only one. Even the last one finally gave up.
The ringleader jabbed her knee into Amber's stomach and said, "Well, what do you think of your legendary stomach muscles now? They aren't so strong any more, are they?" The ringleader wasn't panting too badly, so evidently she wasn't the last, strongest girl in the group.
Off to the side in the distance, one of the girls said, "What about this?"
The ringleader said, "Oh, yeah. Bring that last bucket too." and got off Amber's stomach.
Amber was still pretty well out of it, so she didn't even think about what they might have meant. She did react with a jerk of her muscles and the associated pain that caused when they poured another bucket of ice water on her. This also helped clear her mind a little. She felt something press lightly into the middle of her stomach, and her stomach muscles spasmed for about a half a second, causing an explosion of pain. She had never felt anything like that before, and had no idea what it could be. Maybe they had found a nerve plexus she wasn't aware of and had jabbed it, since it had that same shock quality of a deep, hard punch to the solar plexus. She felt the same light pressure very low in her lower stomach just above the crotch, and her stomach muscles exploded again. She also heard one of the girls yelp in pain, though she couldn't imagine what caused that.
She was still moving and groaning, even after these knockout blows. She heard one of the girls say, "I thought those guns were supposed to knock people out?"
So it was a stun gun, also available at the bookstore. Now she knew what they felt like. So did at least one of the other girls. She guessed that one of the girls was touching her or was near her on the wet ground during that last shock, and had shared some of her pain. She hoped it was the ringleader. They shocked her similarly on both of her sides and then rested the stun gun on her wet solar plexus. When the gun was triggered, her upper stomach and all the rest of her stomach spasmed from the shock and emitted a wave of pain. However, this time, it did not stop. It seemed to go on for hours as her muscles contracted violently in random spasms, emitting wave after wave of pain throughout her whole body. What seemed like days later, Amber passed out again.
Amber slowly awoke to the sensations of confusion she had already had twice that night. Over the next couple minutes, she slowly regained her senses. She was still tied, as before. She listened, but could not hear any rustlings or the girls talking. So maybe they had left, she fervently hoped. She still heard the woodland night sounds, so it was still night. She jumped at every birdcall or other sound, as she thought the girls might be coming back. Evidently, they had left her alone, with only her pain to keep her company.
The pain was still throbbing mercilessly across her whole stomach. She could not move without causing her stomach muscles to be wracked with pain. She eventually just decided to remain motionless and try to review the whole event ticking off what she knew, to distract her from the pain that kept pulsating in her fiery stomach.
She surmised that she had been attacked by a bunch of girls. From the exclusive focus of their blows on her stomach, she was pretty sure they were envious of her stomach conditioning. Through the feel of some of their blows and the one mention of the kickboxing team, she surmised that at least a few of them were on the team with her, and maybe had been a victim of hers and Crissy's punches or tactics. There were also a few who were not skilled in any of the martial arts at all, given their lack of kicking and punching ability. She still had not recognized any of the voices, though she remembered one of the girls calling one of the others Lola. There was a Lola on the team, so this might have been a slip. However, this whole thing was much too well thought out, such as setting up the ropes to tie her down, dragging several buckets filled with ice water from the campus into the woods, finding the log and carrying it to where she would be tied down, and getting the batons which all the girls had used on her. With this much careful preparation, she doubted there would be a slip of this magnitude. The most logical explanation was that it was all a part of the plan, probably to cast suspicion away from themselves and on to an innocent person.
Amber continued rethinking what had happened, if for no other reason than to etch the details of it in her mind, to try to remember any new details and, of course, to distract her from the pain in her stomach that was not really going away at any rate she could perceive.
Once, in the middle of one of her rehashes, she heard some heavy hooves coming her way. She heard them come very close and heard some labored breathing. She hoped it was one of the gentle deer that still roamed the woods, but she couldn't be sure. At one point, she was sure that it was right next to her, so she cried out a little and jerked in the ropes. Whatever it was, jumped at her cry itself, snorted and ran off at a good clip. Other than that, she was alone in the woods.
After going over the sequence of events for the umpteenth time, she started to be aware of a change in the sounds around her. The night sounds in the woods were beginning to die down, to be replaced by the sounds of dawn. It's funny how you could tell the time of day or night just by listening to the different sounds of animals with different day/night cycles. She had been taught this in the required Nature Studies course and in the mandatory early morning hikes into these very woods. She also heard another sound, not from the animals. It was someone coming toward her. She heard the person walking, then stop, then come running up to her naked, exposed body. The man said, "It's Pops. What happened here? Another initiation?" as he covered most of her body with her short robe.
Amber grasped that convenient explanation, one she wouldn't have thought of herself. After Pops took off her gag and blindfold, she simply told him, "Yes," and let it go at that.
As Pops undid the ropes around her wrists and ankles, he told her that he had been on his morning rounds of the woods when he saw her. He went on to say that this was not the first time he had found a naked girl tied up in the woods. The other ones had been initiations of one kind or another too. He told her her clothes were in a pile over by a log, and turned his back to let her dress. But he said he wasn't going to leave her alone until he made sure she was all right.
Amber had a real hard time getting up. She couldn't just sit up, as her stomach hurt too much for that. Instead, she rolled over onto one side and used her arms to push herself upright. She was able to go from a sitting to a standing position using her arms and legs only, to avoid the pain any movement of her stomach caused. She pulled her robe around her and saw her bikini neatly folded on top of a large log. She knew that log intimately. She went to the log and sat on it to dress. She had a hard time pulling her bikini bottoms up her legs without bending her stomach, but she finally was fully dressed with her robe on for modesty (Pops', not her own). She was in a lot of pain when she walked, but she didn't want Pops to know, as she didn't want to have to explain why. She went over to Pops, and he asked her again if she was all right. She told him that she was, and then asked him to help her take down the ropes that were still tied to the four trees. She saw that the ropes had large sticks inserted between the doubled strands, and that the ropes had been twisted by the sticks. That was why the ropes were so tight on her, they had been tightened with the sticks. Carrying the ropes, she again thanked Pops for untying her, and standing on her toes, kissed him on the cheek. She then started to walk back down the trail to the campus at a good pace. Pops continued down the trail in the other direction, occasionally looking back to make sure she was all right.
When Amber was sure she was out of sight of Pops, she bent over quite a bit at the waist to relieve the searing pain in her stomach. Almost everything she had done had brought on that intense pain. Her stomach was in excruciating pain, especially when she stretched it flat to kiss Pops. But, she didn't want him to know. She wanted it to look like she was only tied up, instead of having just had the stomach beating of her life. She slowly walked back to her dorm room, bent over at the waist like an old woman five times her age. Fortunately, she did not meet anyone else on the trip.
She vaguely remembered climbing the stairs to her floor, going into her room and calling someone just before she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep from the exhaustion.
Epilog:
The next thing Amber knew, Crissy was shaking her awake. After Crissy looked at the bruises on her body and Amber told her the quick version of what had happened, she told Amber to go to the hospital right away to see if there were any serious internal injuries. Amber refused, saying that she had had worse beatings during their stomach-punching contests (which was a lie), and that she would be all right. She was adamant about it, so Crissy told her she would examine her. If she found any symptoms that indicated a serious condition, she would make Amber go to the hospital, even if she had to call the college paramedic team to assist her. Under those conditions, Amber agreed.
Crissy was working toward a degree in sports medicine. She was truly interested in this field, though it also gave her an advantage in kickboxing, as she knew where the most sensitive spots were on a body. She had helped out several of the other kickboxers on her team when they were injured during matches. She was at the top of her class in the subject, and had even helped out in the college Nurses Station on a couple of occasions. She was given more-or-less free access to the college medical labs, as she had a couple projects she was helping professors with.
Crissy first did an examination of Amber's stomach area, seeing a lot fewer bruises than she expected from the severity of the attacks. Amber's stomach was sensitive all over, but there were no really sensitive areas. Her stomach was soft all over, so there was no major bleeding into the abdominal cavity. Crissy found there were no broken bones, and not even any bruised ones. Outside of her stomach area, she had received no damage what so ever.
Crissy helped Amber into her bathroom and gave her two paper cups, one for a urine sample and another one for a stool sample. Amber had a difficult time with her bowel movement due to the pain that tightening her stomach caused, but she came out of the bathroom about a half an hour later. Crissy then helped her back to bed and told her to get some sleep. Amber was asleep before Crissy left her room.
Crissy left Amber asleep and went to the college medical labs. It was still early Sunday morning, so there was no one in the lab. She let herself in with her key, and ran the tests on Amber's urine and stool samples. Both tested negative for blood, indicating no major internal injuries. Crissy also took and analyzed more samples over the next few days, but never did find any internal bleeding.
Crissy went back to Amber's room that evening. She did another probe of her stomach area, but found nothing unusual or any overly sensitive spots. She massaged Amber's stomach as deeply as she could, to help in the healing and to reduce the bruising that was already evident. She gave Amber instructions on some mild stomach exercises and stretching regimes she must do every day. She also showed Amber a Doctor's excuse she had forged that said Amber had stomach flu, and would be out for the next few days. She had found a doctor's pad after about 5 minutes of searching in the medical lab, as college medical labs are not run as strictly as hospitals. She had to really work to make her handwriting as sloppy as a real doctor's, but no one would question it. Crissy planned to show the Doctor's excuse to her class instructors if needed to explain her absence. Crissy left her again to let her recover.
Amber recovered mostly within a few days, and was back in classes on the Wednesday after the attack. Over the next week, Crissy came to her room in the morning and evening, to massage her stomach muscles and to make sure Amber was doing the exercises she had told her to do. About half way through the first week, Amber decided she did not need the new exercises Crissy had assigned to her. When Crissy came over that evening Amber told her this, and Crissy did an extremely long and painful deep massage of Amber's stomach to, as she put it, make up for the missed exercises. Amber never mis-obeyed her "doctor" again.
Amber was recovered well enough by the end of the week to go over to Crissy's for their stomach punching sessions on Saturday. She had a large gym bag with her. Crissy was completely against any such contests this weekend, but said Amber would be ready by the next weekend.
Amber said, "You know how we were talking about our stomach punching sessions becoming boring? Well, I think I've found a solution for that."
When Crissy asked her what it was, Amber reached into her gym bag and pulled out a police baton, a stun gun and a couple other such weapons she had bought. She said to Crissy simply, "Toys!"
Neither of the two ever found out who had actually attacked Amber. However, the ringleader and a couple of the other girls eventually got what was coming to them.
But that is another story...
The ringleader once again jabbed her knee into her stomach and said, "Well, do you still think your stomach is the best? Do you still think it can stand up to anything? Well we have one more little thing to try on you." With that, she heard the ringleader stand up.
Amber winced at the baton being forced painfully into her upper stomach, half way between her navel and ribs. The batons had a right-angle grip that could be held to better control the weapon. From the pressure on her stomach muscles, the ringleader was apparently leaning on the baton grip with all her weight and forcing it into Amber's stomach. Amber had been able to withstand this kind of pressure from Crissy's knife-edge hand in the past for minutes at a time without her muscles losing their tone. However due to her stomach's weakened condition, her muscles were losing their tone and spasming within a few seconds. Unfortunately, this was only the initial part of this torture.
Amber heard a few of the other girls gather around her and she felt them grab the baton. Suddenly her stomach muscles exploded in pain. The other girls were pulling and jerking the end of the baton that was still being supported by her weak but flexed stomach muscles back and forth in random directions around her stomach. The tip of the baton was sliding over the surface of her wet and sweaty stomach, bruising the muscles beneath as it went and causing excruciating pain. She tried completely relaxing her stomach, hoping that would allow the baton to sink in and not slide around, but the baton just penetrated deeply into her all the way to the backbone, and hurt even more. She finally ended up flexing her stomach muscles just enough to keep the baton sunk into her stomach, but not so hard that it was able to move around the surface again. This was tricky, as her muscles were in poor shape. A couple of times, her muscles collapsed for a second, and the baton penetrated all the way to her backbone, causing another stab of pain before she was able to restore the balance. And while the pain was less this way, it was still very bad and getting worse.
They finally stopped, and she released a premature sigh of relief. They were just moving the baton to another place, this time to the muscles on her right side. Here, she had no choice but to completely relax her muscles to try to keep the baton from sliding around, since any attempt to alleviate the pain by flexing her muscles caused the baton to slide around her sweaty body. They used the baton this way on her other side and in the middle of her lower abdomen. This last was the worst of all, as even with her stomach completely relaxed, the baton slid around on her slippery stomach skin. She finally had to resign herself to the pain that flexing her stomach muscles caused, as she had felt the end of the baton quite literally bump into things as it was being moved deep within her lower stomach, and she didn't know what kind of internal damage this might cause. They finally drove the baton straight into her navel. Here, she had the opportunity to flex her muscles as tight as she could, since the baton didn't move around at all due to the natural "hole" it was seated in. Her muscles on all sides of the navel were being crushed by the baton's point being pulled sideways into them by the girls, and she was almost completely out of strength to keep her muscles flexed at all. In fact, her muscles collapsed several times, causing penetration to the backbone and the accompanying stab of pain.
The pain was back at its maximum peak level now, but it seemed it was gradually getting worse, though she didn't know how. Her mind was really clouded now from the pain, so most of her actions were automatic, not with any real thought. Most of her actions were just to decrease the level of pain being inflicted on her body.
Finally, they stopped. The ringleader again jammed her knee into Amber's stomach and said, "I said that was the final beating. I lied. Free-for-all." And, Amber's heard skipped a beat.
The ringleader had the girls line up next to Amber's side again, but on the opposite side from the first punching, to "balance out the stomach beating," as the ringleader put it. They then took turns punching, kicking or kneeing her stomach, or jabbing a baton down into it, continuously in a round robin fashion. She almost passed out from the pain several times. But just when she thought she was about to pass out, they would stop at the command of the ringleader, and restart after she recovered a little. Evidently, the ringleader wanted to make this last beating the most memorable and to prolong it as long as she could. Eventually, most of the girls dropped out of the rotation from exhaustion, leaving only a few, then only a couple, then only one. Even the last one finally gave up.
The ringleader jabbed her knee into Amber's stomach and said, "Well, what do you think of your legendary stomach muscles now? They aren't so strong any more, are they?" The ringleader wasn't panting too badly, so evidently she wasn't the last, strongest girl in the group.
Off to the side in the distance, one of the girls said, "What about this?"
The ringleader said, "Oh, yeah. Bring that last bucket too." and got off Amber's stomach.
Amber was still pretty well out of it, so she didn't even think about what they might have meant. She did react with a jerk of her muscles and the associated pain that caused when they poured another bucket of ice water on her. This also helped clear her mind a little. She felt something press lightly into the middle of her stomach, and her stomach muscles spasmed for about a half a second, causing an explosion of pain. She had never felt anything like that before, and had no idea what it could be. Maybe they had found a nerve plexus she wasn't aware of and had jabbed it, since it had that same shock quality of a deep, hard punch to the solar plexus. She felt the same light pressure very low in her lower stomach just above the crotch, and her stomach muscles exploded again. She also heard one of the girls yelp in pain, though she couldn't imagine what caused that.
She was still moving and groaning, even after these knockout blows. She heard one of the girls say, "I thought those guns were supposed to knock people out?"
So it was a stun gun, also available at the bookstore. Now she knew what they felt like. So did at least one of the other girls. She guessed that one of the girls was touching her or was near her on the wet ground during that last shock, and had shared some of her pain. She hoped it was the ringleader. They shocked her similarly on both of her sides and then rested the stun gun on her wet solar plexus. When the gun was triggered, her upper stomach and all the rest of her stomach spasmed from the shock and emitted a wave of pain. However, this time, it did not stop. It seemed to go on for hours as her muscles contracted violently in random spasms, emitting wave after wave of pain throughout her whole body. What seemed like days later, Amber passed out again.
Amber slowly awoke to the sensations of confusion she had already had twice that night. Over the next couple minutes, she slowly regained her senses. She was still tied, as before. She listened, but could not hear any rustlings or the girls talking. So maybe they had left, she fervently hoped. She still heard the woodland night sounds, so it was still night. She jumped at every birdcall or other sound, as she thought the girls might be coming back. Evidently, they had left her alone, with only her pain to keep her company.
The pain was still throbbing mercilessly across her whole stomach. She could not move without causing her stomach muscles to be wracked with pain. She eventually just decided to remain motionless and try to review the whole event ticking off what she knew, to distract her from the pain that kept pulsating in her fiery stomach.
She surmised that she had been attacked by a bunch of girls. From the exclusive focus of their blows on her stomach, she was pretty sure they were envious of her stomach conditioning. Through the feel of some of their blows and the one mention of the kickboxing team, she surmised that at least a few of them were on the team with her, and maybe had been a victim of hers and Crissy's punches or tactics. There were also a few who were not skilled in any of the martial arts at all, given their lack of kicking and punching ability. She still had not recognized any of the voices, though she remembered one of the girls calling one of the others Lola. There was a Lola on the team, so this might have been a slip. However, this whole thing was much too well thought out, such as setting up the ropes to tie her down, dragging several buckets filled with ice water from the campus into the woods, finding the log and carrying it to where she would be tied down, and getting the batons which all the girls had used on her. With this much careful preparation, she doubted there would be a slip of this magnitude. The most logical explanation was that it was all a part of the plan, probably to cast suspicion away from themselves and on to an innocent person.
Amber continued rethinking what had happened, if for no other reason than to etch the details of it in her mind, to try to remember any new details and, of course, to distract her from the pain in her stomach that was not really going away at any rate she could perceive.
Once, in the middle of one of her rehashes, she heard some heavy hooves coming her way. She heard them come very close and heard some labored breathing. She hoped it was one of the gentle deer that still roamed the woods, but she couldn't be sure. At one point, she was sure that it was right next to her, so she cried out a little and jerked in the ropes. Whatever it was, jumped at her cry itself, snorted and ran off at a good clip. Other than that, she was alone in the woods.
After going over the sequence of events for the umpteenth time, she started to be aware of a change in the sounds around her. The night sounds in the woods were beginning to die down, to be replaced by the sounds of dawn. It's funny how you could tell the time of day or night just by listening to the different sounds of animals with different day/night cycles. She had been taught this in the required Nature Studies course and in the mandatory early morning hikes into these very woods. She also heard another sound, not from the animals. It was someone coming toward her. She heard the person walking, then stop, then come running up to her naked, exposed body. The man said, "It's Pops. What happened here? Another initiation?" as he covered most of her body with her short robe.
Amber grasped that convenient explanation, one she wouldn't have thought of herself. After Pops took off her gag and blindfold, she simply told him, "Yes," and let it go at that.
As Pops undid the ropes around her wrists and ankles, he told her that he had been on his morning rounds of the woods when he saw her. He went on to say that this was not the first time he had found a naked girl tied up in the woods. The other ones had been initiations of one kind or another too. He told her her clothes were in a pile over by a log, and turned his back to let her dress. But he said he wasn't going to leave her alone until he made sure she was all right.
Amber had a real hard time getting up. She couldn't just sit up, as her stomach hurt too much for that. Instead, she rolled over onto one side and used her arms to push herself upright. She was able to go from a sitting to a standing position using her arms and legs only, to avoid the pain any movement of her stomach caused. She pulled her robe around her and saw her bikini neatly folded on top of a large log. She knew that log intimately. She went to the log and sat on it to dress. She had a hard time pulling her bikini bottoms up her legs without bending her stomach, but she finally was fully dressed with her robe on for modesty (Pops', not her own). She was in a lot of pain when she walked, but she didn't want Pops to know, as she didn't want to have to explain why. She went over to Pops, and he asked her again if she was all right. She told him that she was, and then asked him to help her take down the ropes that were still tied to the four trees. She saw that the ropes had large sticks inserted between the doubled strands, and that the ropes had been twisted by the sticks. That was why the ropes were so tight on her, they had been tightened with the sticks. Carrying the ropes, she again thanked Pops for untying her, and standing on her toes, kissed him on the cheek. She then started to walk back down the trail to the campus at a good pace. Pops continued down the trail in the other direction, occasionally looking back to make sure she was all right.
When Amber was sure she was out of sight of Pops, she bent over quite a bit at the waist to relieve the searing pain in her stomach. Almost everything she had done had brought on that intense pain. Her stomach was in excruciating pain, especially when she stretched it flat to kiss Pops. But, she didn't want him to know. She wanted it to look like she was only tied up, instead of having just had the stomach beating of her life. She slowly walked back to her dorm room, bent over at the waist like an old woman five times her age. Fortunately, she did not meet anyone else on the trip.
She vaguely remembered climbing the stairs to her floor, going into her room and calling someone just before she collapsed onto her bed and fell asleep from the exhaustion.
Epilog:
The next thing Amber knew, Crissy was shaking her awake. After Crissy looked at the bruises on her body and Amber told her the quick version of what had happened, she told Amber to go to the hospital right away to see if there were any serious internal injuries. Amber refused, saying that she had had worse beatings during their stomach-punching contests (which was a lie), and that she would be all right. She was adamant about it, so Crissy told her she would examine her. If she found any symptoms that indicated a serious condition, she would make Amber go to the hospital, even if she had to call the college paramedic team to assist her. Under those conditions, Amber agreed.
Crissy was working toward a degree in sports medicine. She was truly interested in this field, though it also gave her an advantage in kickboxing, as she knew where the most sensitive spots were on a body. She had helped out several of the other kickboxers on her team when they were injured during matches. She was at the top of her class in the subject, and had even helped out in the college Nurses Station on a couple of occasions. She was given more-or-less free access to the college medical labs, as she had a couple projects she was helping professors with.
Crissy first did an examination of Amber's stomach area, seeing a lot fewer bruises than she expected from the severity of the attacks. Amber's stomach was sensitive all over, but there were no really sensitive areas. Her stomach was soft all over, so there was no major bleeding into the abdominal cavity. Crissy found there were no broken bones, and not even any bruised ones. Outside of her stomach area, she had received no damage what so ever.
Crissy helped Amber into her bathroom and gave her two paper cups, one for a urine sample and another one for a stool sample. Amber had a difficult time with her bowel movement due to the pain that tightening her stomach caused, but she came out of the bathroom about a half an hour later. Crissy then helped her back to bed and told her to get some sleep. Amber was asleep before Crissy left her room.
Crissy left Amber asleep and went to the college medical labs. It was still early Sunday morning, so there was no one in the lab. She let herself in with her key, and ran the tests on Amber's urine and stool samples. Both tested negative for blood, indicating no major internal injuries. Crissy also took and analyzed more samples over the next few days, but never did find any internal bleeding.
Crissy went back to Amber's room that evening. She did another probe of her stomach area, but found nothing unusual or any overly sensitive spots. She massaged Amber's stomach as deeply as she could, to help in the healing and to reduce the bruising that was already evident. She gave Amber instructions on some mild stomach exercises and stretching regimes she must do every day. She also showed Amber a Doctor's excuse she had forged that said Amber had stomach flu, and would be out for the next few days. She had found a doctor's pad after about 5 minutes of searching in the medical lab, as college medical labs are not run as strictly as hospitals. She had to really work to make her handwriting as sloppy as a real doctor's, but no one would question it. Crissy planned to show the Doctor's excuse to her class instructors if needed to explain her absence. Crissy left her again to let her recover.
Amber recovered mostly within a few days, and was back in classes on the Wednesday after the attack. Over the next week, Crissy came to her room in the morning and evening, to massage her stomach muscles and to make sure Amber was doing the exercises she had told her to do. About half way through the first week, Amber decided she did not need the new exercises Crissy had assigned to her. When Crissy came over that evening Amber told her this, and Crissy did an extremely long and painful deep massage of Amber's stomach to, as she put it, make up for the missed exercises. Amber never mis-obeyed her "doctor" again.
Amber was recovered well enough by the end of the week to go over to Crissy's for their stomach punching sessions on Saturday. She had a large gym bag with her. Crissy was completely against any such contests this weekend, but said Amber would be ready by the next weekend.
Amber said, "You know how we were talking about our stomach punching sessions becoming boring? Well, I think I've found a solution for that."
When Crissy asked her what it was, Amber reached into her gym bag and pulled out a police baton, a stun gun and a couple other such weapons she had bought. She said to Crissy simply, "Toys!"
Neither of the two ever found out who had actually attacked Amber. However, the ringleader and a couple of the other girls eventually got what was coming to them.
But that is another story...