08-05-2008, 12:22 AM
rivals the new girl concluded (part 2 of 2) written by jeri
Tori was vaguely aware that some of the boys were dragging her back into the pedestrian tunnel She was coming back to consciousness when they tore her shirt off. They didn't take off her tank top, though she couldn't figure out why. Two of the boys pinned her to the wall of the tunnel, holding her arms.
The ringleader told one of the other boys to take off her jeans so they could have a better target. The ringleader must have been smarter than he looked to have someone else do that, she thought, as she executed a snap kick to the boy's head as he reached for her belt, sending him into unconsciousness. Two of the other boys were finally able to grab her kicking legs and pinion them to the wall. A fifth then warily took off the belt of her jeans. He tried to take off her tight jeans, but the zipper stuck. As they were strong American jeans, he couldn't rip them off her either. He tried to pull them down off her, but they only went down a few more inches before they stuck on her hips. The ringleader said to leave them, as they were low enough to still provide a good target.
The ringleader was a bully. He had been the leader of the gang for some time, and was the most vicious of them, though not the strongest or smartest. He ruled the gang through his charisma alone. So when Tori, a girl, knocked away his advances in front of the other gang members, he was forced to make an example of her to save face and keep his position as leader. Besides, he actually liked beating up others, and here was an inviting target he couldn't refuse. The thought of beating up this girl excited him.
The ringleader walked up close to Tori's face and said in an oily voice, "" And with that, he punched her once in each of her breasts. He then stood back and kicked her in the stomach, directly at the navel. He followed this up with four punches to the same spot.
She had been expecting the punches to her large breasts, the most inviting targets of her figure. They produced excruciating pain, which she stoically endured. The kick and punches to her strong stomach had almost no impact, but she pretended otherwise. This had the desired effect, as they didn't target her sensitive breasts again, but concentrated on her much stronger stomach.
The ringleader had expected to see much more of a reaction to her being punched in her large, by Japanese standards, breasts. He was delighted to see that she reacted so strongly to being punched in the stomach, as her flat, exposed stomach provided an excellent target to vent his anger and violence.
The second boy took over. He punched her twice in the middle stomach again, and then punched her four times in the middle of her lower stomach, just above her jeans. The first two blows to her mid stomach did not hurt too much, but she again pretended otherwise. She didn't have to pretend about the four punches to her lower stomach, as that was actually her most vulnerable spot. The first punch there caused a shock of pain that made her gasp and try to curl up. The remaining three punches added to the pain exponentially, so she was gasping for breath when he finally backed away from her. The next boy targeted her usually strong upper stomach. However, she had not recovered from the previous blows, so the seven quick, hard punches to her stomach muscles all got through, causing her to jerk each time from the pain.
The second boy felt her hard stomach muscles when he punched her in the middle of her stomach, but she reacted to the blow, so he threw a second punch there. Her stomach was still hard there, so he tried her lower stomach. This area was much softer and she reacted much stronger, so he threw three more punches there with all his might. These had the effect he had hoped.
The next boy saw that she was weakening, so he tried punching her upper stomach, trying for her solar plexus, wherever that was. She jerked with the first couple blows, so he thought he had found it, and put all his remaining energy into the same spot.
Tori was in trouble now. The pain had spread to all parts of her stomach, so she couldn't flex it hard enough to ward off the types of blows she had received. Fortunately, the next boy was quite weak, maybe the Nerd of the group, and his inexperienced punches to her middle stomach actually let her recover to the point where she could flex her stomach muscles hard again. Unfortunately, even this didn't help.
As Tori had guessed, that next boy was the brain of the group. He was the one they turned to for any strategies and plans. He was also the weakest of the gang, and had never thrown a punch before. When he saw what effect his first couple punches had on her, he continued on, actually enjoying it.
The next boy took over, a large, Sumo type. He put his fists down on the ground in front of her in a Sumo squat, then surged forward and charged her. His shoulder slammed into her squarely in her stomach, crushing it against the wall. He backed up, squatted and charged again, slamming into her stomach with his other shoulder. He then stood in front of her and slammed five ham-handed punches deep into her lower stomach.
Tori saw the Sumo running toward her, and tried to flex her stomach as hard as possible to take the blow. But there was no way she could have stopped the couple hundred pounds behind the shoulder that drove into her gut. She exhaled in a burst, as her internal organs were pushed out of the way of his shoulder, up into her diaphragm. She was in shock from the magnitude of the blow. The second one was worse, adding to the pain of the first. The punches to her lower stomach punctuated the overall pain to the extent that she blacked out.
The Sumo was used to slamming his shoulder into an opponent as hard and as heavy as he was, and knew what damage he could do to someone's stomach as soft and as fragile as hers looked. So, he was a little surprised that she was able to withstand two shoulder slams to her stomach, let alone one. He had seen that she was sensitive in her lower stomach, so he targeted this area with his punches. He was pleased that he was eventually able to punch her into unconsciousness.
The next boy had seen that she was unconscious. But instead of waiting for her to recover, he decided to punish her for her earlier attack that had knocked him out and left him with a throbbing head and neck ache. He used her body as a punching bag, throwing punch after punch directly to her, by now soft, middle muscles. He knew that while she was not reacting to the punches now, she would be feeling them for the next several days. In all, he threw over 30 punches to her navel before he stopped from exhaustion.
After seeing this, the ringleader decided he would take another turn to do the same thing to her. He punched her in her solar plexus (the real location of it), and was rewarded with her involuntarily jerking from the blows. He punched her for about 15 blows into her upper stomach, soft from the beating it had been taking. He had seen that her lower stomach was sensitive, so he targeted that area again, and punched her just above her jeans. He tried to punch her lower, actually into the jeans themselves, but they were so tight his punches didn't really penetrate. So he resumed punching her just above the jeans, until he was weak from the exertion himself. He told the two boys holding her legs to take their turn, as she seemed to be too weak to use her powerful kicks any more.
Slowly Tori came back to consciousness. The first thing she realized was that they were still punching her stomach. She was in a lot of pain, and she had been drifting in and out of consciousness, so she was never really sure what had happening. From what she could piece together days later, they had been punching her for some time.
The two who had been holding her legs stood up on either side of her. They both aimed at her stomach on either side of it at an angle toward each other, and hit her simultaneously, crushing her abdominal muscles between their fists. Tori jumped from the pain, as it bruised her muscles badly in a direction they had never been hit before. They threw many more of these punches, each more painful than the previous one. She could feel her muscles and internal organs being pinched between their fists on every blow.
A couple of the other boys relieved the two who were holding her, and they started their turn. They got very close together in front of her, and started a cadence throwing punches to her middle stomach, first the left fist of one boy then the left fist of the other boy, then repeating the pattern with their right fists, alternately. This had the effect of her being hit with twice the blows of one boy. They started to increase the frequency of the punches, still in perfect sync, until they were punching her as fast as they could. Her individual grunts from the blows became a continuous groan, they were hitting her so rapidly. The cadence was broken after what must have been over 50 punches, when one of them became fatigued from the exertion, and they both stopped, panting. Somewhere in the middle of this, Tori blacked out again.
The ringleader once again took a turn. He aimed all his punches at her middle stomach, the place she had been hit most. He wanted to make sure she would be in excruciating pain from this beating for several days, and would think twice about resisting him like she did. He punched her in her stomach as hard as he could, first a left then a right. He could feel her insides squishing from each blow. His anger intensified with each blow, causing him to punch even harder. Eventually, his exhaustion caught up with him and he stopped, panting loudly. He was well satisfied that he had given her a lesson that she would never forget. He also knew that his standing in the gang had been bolstered, and he would remain the leader for the foreseeable future. He looked over his gang, and suddenly realized that the martial arts expert had been standing on the other side of the tunnel the whole time, and had not taken a turn.
Tori awoke to an argument. The martial artist was arguing with the ringleader. He said he didn't want to participate, but the ringleader told him he had to. He should take his turn like the rest of them. Eventually, the ringleader won the argument.
The martial artist approached Tori very close, and whispered in her ear, "" He then stood back and kicked her in her upper stomach with a front snap kick. He then spun around and kicked her with the full force of his spin in the middle of her stomach. Finally, he punched her with sharp uppercuts to the solar plexus until she once more passed out.
The ringleader told everyone it was time to leave and for the two boys holding her to drop her. They did, and the whole gang left her crumpled in a pile. As the rest of the boys left, the martial artist lagged behind a little. When the rest had left the tunnel, he went back to her and put her shirt back on. He arranged her limp body to afford her what little comfort he could, then hurried to catch up with the others.
When Tori regained consciousness, she ached all over. Her stomach was burning inside, but fortunately was still numb from the amount of damage done to it. She had a hard time standing without using her flaccid stomach muscles, but was eventually able to get up and walk. She slowly proceeded out of the tunnel, not even thinking that they may still be lurking somewhere to continue their attack. She got to the Tokyo station, though negotiating the stairs was painful. She didn't think she would be able to make it all the way to the Base on her own, so she did one of the smarter things that night. She called her father to come get her. She then sat on a bench and went to sleep from the exhaustion. She vaguely remembered her father arriving and helping her home.
She awoke in a hospital bed the next morning. She was told that she had no internal injuries, but that she would have a very tender and sore stomach with large purple bruises for about a week. She would feel the effects for the next couple weeks, but would fully recover inside of a month. She vowed silently that it would take a lot less time than that to recover.
When she told her father about what had happened, or at least the parts she could remember, he was livid with rage. He demanded in a loud voice that she tell him which college it was, so he could track down the boys and teach them a lesson. She yelled back at him, just as mad and loud, that this was her problem and he should keep his nose out of it. She said she wasn't going to do anything about it, and she better not hear of anyone else doing anything about it either. This surprised her father and drove the rage completely from him. In a calmer tone, she told him that she probably couldn't identify the members of the gang, and did not want to this to become a witch-hunt, accusing innocent boys for the actions of others. After thinking about this for a while, her father said he understood. He would leave it completely up to her how she wanted to handle this. However, he told her he would be arranging for more training for her, this time in street fighting, and she had better train diligently or else. This settled the incident as far as they were both concerned.
About a month later, just as Tori and her father were getting ready to leave for his next assignment in the States, the Yomiuri Shinbun newspaper had an article that a group of boys had been expelled from college when they got caught beating up a young schoolgirl. The newspaper said that their arrest cleared up a string of beatings of girls that had taken place over the last few weeks in the Tokyo station area. From the picture, Tori recognized the ringleader but not any of the others. She saw that the martial artist was not a part of the group arrested. She hoped it was because he had left the gang, as she thought he didn't really fit in with the rest of them.
Tori concluded her story. She told Crissy and Amber that she got the training in street fighting tactics her father set up for her, but that this was the only time she had ever been in a street fight since.
Amber asked her a lot of questions about what it felt like when she had been punched. Amber and Tori started to compare notes about the details of their respective belly beatings. Crissy was listening halfheartedly to this, as she had never been in these situations. She was a little disappointed that nothing like this had ever happened to her, and then chuckled a little at that thought.
Tori had completely recovered from her earlier stomach beating by Crissy and Amber. As it was late, they broke up for the day. However, since they now had someone to hold the person being punched, they decided to add this new form of stomach punching to their weekly contests. So, Crissy would eventually get to feel a little of what it felt like to be in a street fight after all.
This would not be the only time Tori had her stomach beaten up by a gang. Crissy would also get to experience being in a real street fight, along with Amber and Tori. But that is another story..
Tori was vaguely aware that some of the boys were dragging her back into the pedestrian tunnel She was coming back to consciousness when they tore her shirt off. They didn't take off her tank top, though she couldn't figure out why. Two of the boys pinned her to the wall of the tunnel, holding her arms.
The ringleader told one of the other boys to take off her jeans so they could have a better target. The ringleader must have been smarter than he looked to have someone else do that, she thought, as she executed a snap kick to the boy's head as he reached for her belt, sending him into unconsciousness. Two of the other boys were finally able to grab her kicking legs and pinion them to the wall. A fifth then warily took off the belt of her jeans. He tried to take off her tight jeans, but the zipper stuck. As they were strong American jeans, he couldn't rip them off her either. He tried to pull them down off her, but they only went down a few more inches before they stuck on her hips. The ringleader said to leave them, as they were low enough to still provide a good target.
The ringleader was a bully. He had been the leader of the gang for some time, and was the most vicious of them, though not the strongest or smartest. He ruled the gang through his charisma alone. So when Tori, a girl, knocked away his advances in front of the other gang members, he was forced to make an example of her to save face and keep his position as leader. Besides, he actually liked beating up others, and here was an inviting target he couldn't refuse. The thought of beating up this girl excited him.
The ringleader walked up close to Tori's face and said in an oily voice, "" And with that, he punched her once in each of her breasts. He then stood back and kicked her in the stomach, directly at the navel. He followed this up with four punches to the same spot.
She had been expecting the punches to her large breasts, the most inviting targets of her figure. They produced excruciating pain, which she stoically endured. The kick and punches to her strong stomach had almost no impact, but she pretended otherwise. This had the desired effect, as they didn't target her sensitive breasts again, but concentrated on her much stronger stomach.
The ringleader had expected to see much more of a reaction to her being punched in her large, by Japanese standards, breasts. He was delighted to see that she reacted so strongly to being punched in the stomach, as her flat, exposed stomach provided an excellent target to vent his anger and violence.
The second boy took over. He punched her twice in the middle stomach again, and then punched her four times in the middle of her lower stomach, just above her jeans. The first two blows to her mid stomach did not hurt too much, but she again pretended otherwise. She didn't have to pretend about the four punches to her lower stomach, as that was actually her most vulnerable spot. The first punch there caused a shock of pain that made her gasp and try to curl up. The remaining three punches added to the pain exponentially, so she was gasping for breath when he finally backed away from her. The next boy targeted her usually strong upper stomach. However, she had not recovered from the previous blows, so the seven quick, hard punches to her stomach muscles all got through, causing her to jerk each time from the pain.
The second boy felt her hard stomach muscles when he punched her in the middle of her stomach, but she reacted to the blow, so he threw a second punch there. Her stomach was still hard there, so he tried her lower stomach. This area was much softer and she reacted much stronger, so he threw three more punches there with all his might. These had the effect he had hoped.
The next boy saw that she was weakening, so he tried punching her upper stomach, trying for her solar plexus, wherever that was. She jerked with the first couple blows, so he thought he had found it, and put all his remaining energy into the same spot.
Tori was in trouble now. The pain had spread to all parts of her stomach, so she couldn't flex it hard enough to ward off the types of blows she had received. Fortunately, the next boy was quite weak, maybe the Nerd of the group, and his inexperienced punches to her middle stomach actually let her recover to the point where she could flex her stomach muscles hard again. Unfortunately, even this didn't help.
As Tori had guessed, that next boy was the brain of the group. He was the one they turned to for any strategies and plans. He was also the weakest of the gang, and had never thrown a punch before. When he saw what effect his first couple punches had on her, he continued on, actually enjoying it.
The next boy took over, a large, Sumo type. He put his fists down on the ground in front of her in a Sumo squat, then surged forward and charged her. His shoulder slammed into her squarely in her stomach, crushing it against the wall. He backed up, squatted and charged again, slamming into her stomach with his other shoulder. He then stood in front of her and slammed five ham-handed punches deep into her lower stomach.
Tori saw the Sumo running toward her, and tried to flex her stomach as hard as possible to take the blow. But there was no way she could have stopped the couple hundred pounds behind the shoulder that drove into her gut. She exhaled in a burst, as her internal organs were pushed out of the way of his shoulder, up into her diaphragm. She was in shock from the magnitude of the blow. The second one was worse, adding to the pain of the first. The punches to her lower stomach punctuated the overall pain to the extent that she blacked out.
The Sumo was used to slamming his shoulder into an opponent as hard and as heavy as he was, and knew what damage he could do to someone's stomach as soft and as fragile as hers looked. So, he was a little surprised that she was able to withstand two shoulder slams to her stomach, let alone one. He had seen that she was sensitive in her lower stomach, so he targeted this area with his punches. He was pleased that he was eventually able to punch her into unconsciousness.
The next boy had seen that she was unconscious. But instead of waiting for her to recover, he decided to punish her for her earlier attack that had knocked him out and left him with a throbbing head and neck ache. He used her body as a punching bag, throwing punch after punch directly to her, by now soft, middle muscles. He knew that while she was not reacting to the punches now, she would be feeling them for the next several days. In all, he threw over 30 punches to her navel before he stopped from exhaustion.
After seeing this, the ringleader decided he would take another turn to do the same thing to her. He punched her in her solar plexus (the real location of it), and was rewarded with her involuntarily jerking from the blows. He punched her for about 15 blows into her upper stomach, soft from the beating it had been taking. He had seen that her lower stomach was sensitive, so he targeted that area again, and punched her just above her jeans. He tried to punch her lower, actually into the jeans themselves, but they were so tight his punches didn't really penetrate. So he resumed punching her just above the jeans, until he was weak from the exertion himself. He told the two boys holding her legs to take their turn, as she seemed to be too weak to use her powerful kicks any more.
Slowly Tori came back to consciousness. The first thing she realized was that they were still punching her stomach. She was in a lot of pain, and she had been drifting in and out of consciousness, so she was never really sure what had happening. From what she could piece together days later, they had been punching her for some time.
The two who had been holding her legs stood up on either side of her. They both aimed at her stomach on either side of it at an angle toward each other, and hit her simultaneously, crushing her abdominal muscles between their fists. Tori jumped from the pain, as it bruised her muscles badly in a direction they had never been hit before. They threw many more of these punches, each more painful than the previous one. She could feel her muscles and internal organs being pinched between their fists on every blow.
A couple of the other boys relieved the two who were holding her, and they started their turn. They got very close together in front of her, and started a cadence throwing punches to her middle stomach, first the left fist of one boy then the left fist of the other boy, then repeating the pattern with their right fists, alternately. This had the effect of her being hit with twice the blows of one boy. They started to increase the frequency of the punches, still in perfect sync, until they were punching her as fast as they could. Her individual grunts from the blows became a continuous groan, they were hitting her so rapidly. The cadence was broken after what must have been over 50 punches, when one of them became fatigued from the exertion, and they both stopped, panting. Somewhere in the middle of this, Tori blacked out again.
The ringleader once again took a turn. He aimed all his punches at her middle stomach, the place she had been hit most. He wanted to make sure she would be in excruciating pain from this beating for several days, and would think twice about resisting him like she did. He punched her in her stomach as hard as he could, first a left then a right. He could feel her insides squishing from each blow. His anger intensified with each blow, causing him to punch even harder. Eventually, his exhaustion caught up with him and he stopped, panting loudly. He was well satisfied that he had given her a lesson that she would never forget. He also knew that his standing in the gang had been bolstered, and he would remain the leader for the foreseeable future. He looked over his gang, and suddenly realized that the martial arts expert had been standing on the other side of the tunnel the whole time, and had not taken a turn.
Tori awoke to an argument. The martial artist was arguing with the ringleader. He said he didn't want to participate, but the ringleader told him he had to. He should take his turn like the rest of them. Eventually, the ringleader won the argument.
The martial artist approached Tori very close, and whispered in her ear, "" He then stood back and kicked her in her upper stomach with a front snap kick. He then spun around and kicked her with the full force of his spin in the middle of her stomach. Finally, he punched her with sharp uppercuts to the solar plexus until she once more passed out.
The ringleader told everyone it was time to leave and for the two boys holding her to drop her. They did, and the whole gang left her crumpled in a pile. As the rest of the boys left, the martial artist lagged behind a little. When the rest had left the tunnel, he went back to her and put her shirt back on. He arranged her limp body to afford her what little comfort he could, then hurried to catch up with the others.
When Tori regained consciousness, she ached all over. Her stomach was burning inside, but fortunately was still numb from the amount of damage done to it. She had a hard time standing without using her flaccid stomach muscles, but was eventually able to get up and walk. She slowly proceeded out of the tunnel, not even thinking that they may still be lurking somewhere to continue their attack. She got to the Tokyo station, though negotiating the stairs was painful. She didn't think she would be able to make it all the way to the Base on her own, so she did one of the smarter things that night. She called her father to come get her. She then sat on a bench and went to sleep from the exhaustion. She vaguely remembered her father arriving and helping her home.
She awoke in a hospital bed the next morning. She was told that she had no internal injuries, but that she would have a very tender and sore stomach with large purple bruises for about a week. She would feel the effects for the next couple weeks, but would fully recover inside of a month. She vowed silently that it would take a lot less time than that to recover.
When she told her father about what had happened, or at least the parts she could remember, he was livid with rage. He demanded in a loud voice that she tell him which college it was, so he could track down the boys and teach them a lesson. She yelled back at him, just as mad and loud, that this was her problem and he should keep his nose out of it. She said she wasn't going to do anything about it, and she better not hear of anyone else doing anything about it either. This surprised her father and drove the rage completely from him. In a calmer tone, she told him that she probably couldn't identify the members of the gang, and did not want to this to become a witch-hunt, accusing innocent boys for the actions of others. After thinking about this for a while, her father said he understood. He would leave it completely up to her how she wanted to handle this. However, he told her he would be arranging for more training for her, this time in street fighting, and she had better train diligently or else. This settled the incident as far as they were both concerned.
About a month later, just as Tori and her father were getting ready to leave for his next assignment in the States, the Yomiuri Shinbun newspaper had an article that a group of boys had been expelled from college when they got caught beating up a young schoolgirl. The newspaper said that their arrest cleared up a string of beatings of girls that had taken place over the last few weeks in the Tokyo station area. From the picture, Tori recognized the ringleader but not any of the others. She saw that the martial artist was not a part of the group arrested. She hoped it was because he had left the gang, as she thought he didn't really fit in with the rest of them.
Tori concluded her story. She told Crissy and Amber that she got the training in street fighting tactics her father set up for her, but that this was the only time she had ever been in a street fight since.
Amber asked her a lot of questions about what it felt like when she had been punched. Amber and Tori started to compare notes about the details of their respective belly beatings. Crissy was listening halfheartedly to this, as she had never been in these situations. She was a little disappointed that nothing like this had ever happened to her, and then chuckled a little at that thought.
Tori had completely recovered from her earlier stomach beating by Crissy and Amber. As it was late, they broke up for the day. However, since they now had someone to hold the person being punched, they decided to add this new form of stomach punching to their weekly contests. So, Crissy would eventually get to feel a little of what it felt like to be in a street fight after all.
This would not be the only time Tori had her stomach beaten up by a gang. Crissy would also get to experience being in a real street fight, along with Amber and Tori. But that is another story..