08-05-2008, 03:43 AM
Working over fitness model Amy Fadhli Written by Mark
Would be my ultimate fantasy.
I would strip her naked, tie her hands behind her back, bend her over backwards and bind her so that her fabulously defined abs were stretched taut, her innie navel elongated into a slit.
Taking my time, I would methodically throw jab after jab into her tan belly, alternating left and right, above, below and into the navel, testing the strength and measuring the resistance of her muscles.
After many jabs of moderate force, even Amy's perfectly toned abs will gradually begin to break down. Her splendid stomach glistens with sweat and starts to soften. Feeling this, I throw more jabs to her lower belly to keep her from becoming winded and losing her ability to resist, while occasionally moving up above the navel to continue the process of tenderizing her weakened upper belly.
Finally, Amy's gut is punished to the point where her will to resist is broken and her concave belly, although stretched tight, goes soft. Her knees buckle and her once-hard torso sags, the signal to begin a full force assault, beginning with a hard uppercut square into her navel slit.
UGGGHHH!! Encountering no resistance, my hard knuckles rudely violate the core of Amy's thin belly, a spasm of pain emanating outward from the site of the blow. I can feel her already extended muscles give way, the weak link in a tug of war between the bindings and my advancing fist. Finally, her abs can stretch no more and my deeply embedded fist is ejected from Amy's belly. Her head falls back, her panting mouth open and blonde hair hanging down. She doesn't see the next one coming.
OOOOOFFF!! My right uppercut encounters Amy's belly flesh a couple of inches above her navel, harshly penetrating her defenseless abs on its way to her solar plexus. Her gut is instantly deflated, sweat flying from it as the precious air is forced out in a rush. Her head pops up, mouth now agape, eyes bulging, then closing. No strength or breath left now and her body sags and her head drops back once again.
THUUDDDD!! I move down and drive a straight left into Amy's flat lower gut, her torso jerking abruptly as my fist caves in her soft belly. The extreme stretching of her abs is the only protection offered to Amy's abdominal organs, and they spit the hard fist out again. Although conscious, Amy's mind is resigned to the fact that her magnificent body is now my personal punching bag, her once rock hard gut nothing more than a receptacle for my fists.
I step back to admire my handiwork, then step in front of Amy's battered belly and open up a double-barred barrage, systematically destroying what is left of her gut with full-force piston punches. Amy's flaccid body flops around like a demented rag doll in response each hard blow, the rapid-fire lefts & rights coming so fast that her belly barely has time to expel one punch before being violated by another. No area of her gut is left unscathed by my brutal assault. After about 30 punches, her mind shuts down and she passes out from the pain.
I'm exhausted from beating up Amy, so I step back again and check out the destruction I have wrought. Her belly is black and blue in sharp contrast to the rest of her tan body, she is limp and unconscious, her tormented gut moving up and down in an attempt to retrieve the oxygen that has been beaten out of her.
THUD!!THUD!!THUD!!THUD!!THUD!! For good measure I drive 5 vicious uppercuts into Amy's upper belly, my fists driving up and under her ribs. Her unconscious body accepts the brutal blows, the unresponsive gut muscles caving in totally, then flopping back out again as I pull back my fist. Amy's belly sags more with each punch, to the point that this muscular woman is getting a small pooch below her navel. THUDD!! With my last punch I slug her with all my remaining strength in her new pooch, my fist sinking in to the wrist. Holding it there and pushing hard, I turn my knuckles grinding them into her soft belly flesh.
I unbind Amy and she slumps to the ground. I walk away satisfied. My fantasy is fulfilled.
Would be my ultimate fantasy.
I would strip her naked, tie her hands behind her back, bend her over backwards and bind her so that her fabulously defined abs were stretched taut, her innie navel elongated into a slit.
Taking my time, I would methodically throw jab after jab into her tan belly, alternating left and right, above, below and into the navel, testing the strength and measuring the resistance of her muscles.
After many jabs of moderate force, even Amy's perfectly toned abs will gradually begin to break down. Her splendid stomach glistens with sweat and starts to soften. Feeling this, I throw more jabs to her lower belly to keep her from becoming winded and losing her ability to resist, while occasionally moving up above the navel to continue the process of tenderizing her weakened upper belly.
Finally, Amy's gut is punished to the point where her will to resist is broken and her concave belly, although stretched tight, goes soft. Her knees buckle and her once-hard torso sags, the signal to begin a full force assault, beginning with a hard uppercut square into her navel slit.
UGGGHHH!! Encountering no resistance, my hard knuckles rudely violate the core of Amy's thin belly, a spasm of pain emanating outward from the site of the blow. I can feel her already extended muscles give way, the weak link in a tug of war between the bindings and my advancing fist. Finally, her abs can stretch no more and my deeply embedded fist is ejected from Amy's belly. Her head falls back, her panting mouth open and blonde hair hanging down. She doesn't see the next one coming.
OOOOOFFF!! My right uppercut encounters Amy's belly flesh a couple of inches above her navel, harshly penetrating her defenseless abs on its way to her solar plexus. Her gut is instantly deflated, sweat flying from it as the precious air is forced out in a rush. Her head pops up, mouth now agape, eyes bulging, then closing. No strength or breath left now and her body sags and her head drops back once again.
THUUDDDD!! I move down and drive a straight left into Amy's flat lower gut, her torso jerking abruptly as my fist caves in her soft belly. The extreme stretching of her abs is the only protection offered to Amy's abdominal organs, and they spit the hard fist out again. Although conscious, Amy's mind is resigned to the fact that her magnificent body is now my personal punching bag, her once rock hard gut nothing more than a receptacle for my fists.
I step back to admire my handiwork, then step in front of Amy's battered belly and open up a double-barred barrage, systematically destroying what is left of her gut with full-force piston punches. Amy's flaccid body flops around like a demented rag doll in response each hard blow, the rapid-fire lefts & rights coming so fast that her belly barely has time to expel one punch before being violated by another. No area of her gut is left unscathed by my brutal assault. After about 30 punches, her mind shuts down and she passes out from the pain.
I'm exhausted from beating up Amy, so I step back again and check out the destruction I have wrought. Her belly is black and blue in sharp contrast to the rest of her tan body, she is limp and unconscious, her tormented gut moving up and down in an attempt to retrieve the oxygen that has been beaten out of her.
THUD!!THUD!!THUD!!THUD!!THUD!! For good measure I drive 5 vicious uppercuts into Amy's upper belly, my fists driving up and under her ribs. Her unconscious body accepts the brutal blows, the unresponsive gut muscles caving in totally, then flopping back out again as I pull back my fist. Amy's belly sags more with each punch, to the point that this muscular woman is getting a small pooch below her navel. THUDD!! With my last punch I slug her with all my remaining strength in her new pooch, my fist sinking in to the wrist. Holding it there and pushing hard, I turn my knuckles grinding them into her soft belly flesh.
I unbind Amy and she slumps to the ground. I walk away satisfied. My fantasy is fulfilled.