08-06-2008, 12:50 AM
A Partner's Revenge written by Shepunchherbod
Teeni was very distressed when Tone told her what Desi had done. Teeni felt if she challenged Desi to a bellypunching contest, she could bring her more powerful legs into use if she played her cards right. That was the one way of overcoming Desi's advantage of having more solid abs. Teeni had been working hard on her own abs.
Although they were now firmer, they still did not match Desi's "six-pack". But they were also not as soft and as vulnerable as they had been. The next time Teeni saw Desi at the gym, she made the challenge. Desi readily agreed and suggested the same rules as in her battle with Tone. Teeni agreed to that, but requested that the referee be dropped. When Desi asked why, Teeni teased her by asking her if she was admitting she was gutless, then gently poked her in the stomach. Desi responded by saying she wasn't the one with the problem with guts as she waved her hand dismissively a Teeni's midsection. Desi then demanded that the match take place that night so Teeni would not have a chance to back out.
After closing, the two met in the ring. Desi was dressed in the same bikini she wore when she punished Tone, considering now a good luck charm. Teeni wore a navy blue bikini, which was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. It also barely contained her 36DD breasts, but nicely showed off her powerful legs.
They cautiously approached each other, their left hands extended carefully in front of them. With a silent nod they placed their left hands on the opponents' right shoulder. Together out loud they counted to three and then the air was filled with smacks, thuds, gasps and grunts. Desi, using her experience from the last bout, quickly established a rhythm driving punches into Teeni's midsection, just above her bellybutton. Although not as soft as the last time she hit it, each punch produced a loud smack as it connected and a responsive gasp from Teeni. Meanwhile, Teeni was again meeting resistance from Desi's solid abdominal wall, bringing the occasional grunt from her lips.
To try and gain an advantage, Teeni stepping to her right as she threw her punches. Desi, realizing what she was up to, kept moving with her. The contrast counter-clockwise movement meant Tenni was not getting the leverage she wanted on her punches. With Teeni unable to seriously hurt her, Desi began punching harder. Soon Teeni's midsection began to show pink from Desi's sharp punches.
Becoming hurt from Desi's attack, Teeni decided to change tactics. Grabbing Desi's left elbow with her right arm, she drove her right knee up into Desi's bellybutton. It had the immediate effect of stopping Desi's punches and causing her to double over with a loud grunt. Her next right knee drove up into Desi's solar plexus, expelling the air from lungs with a long, loud sound. A third right knee to the lower belly caused Desi to fall forward with her face landing on Teeni's right breast. Teeni stepped to her right and drove a two-fisted club into Desi's right kidney, causing her to gasp as she fell to the mat.
Desi was confused and in a lot of pain. As she tried to gather herself, she began to realize that Teeni had set her up. One on one, there was no way Teeni could hope to out-punch her with her solid abs. Teeni, obviously had never been interested in a real bellypunching contest. This was quickly confirmed as she felt Teeni's foot pushing into her right side, causing her to roll over onto her back. Although she was sure what was coming next, she was slow in getting her hands into position to protect herself. The explosion in her midsection brought a loud cry of pain from her lips.
Teeni now had what she really wanted. After raising her right knee high into the air, she brought her foot crashing down into Desi's open midsection. The force of the blow flattened Desi's flesh almost down to the level of the mat, stretching her skin over her ribs. Even after Desi brought her hands over her stomach, Teeni smashed her right foot down again, once more bringing a loud cry from her opponent's lips. Shifting position slightly, Teeni raised her powerful right leg again and this time drove the foot down into Desi's full, firm left breast. Before Desi could move her hands up for protection, she did the same thing to the right breast, squashing it against her ribcage, causing her to cry out again.
With Desi's hands now protecting her breasts, Teeni immediately went back Desi's stomach. After three thunderous stomps, Desi covered her stomach and crying in pain, rolled onto her right side to try and get away. Teeni quickly reached down and grabbed her by the hair to pull her to her feet and turn her around. As she came up, Desi gathered her feet under herself and drove her right shoulder into Teeni's stomach. With a loud grunt, Teeni released Desi and backed away, doubled over. Re-energized by the sudden turn of events, Desi stepped and threw a right uppercut into Teeni's right breast causing her to straighten up. Another right to the left breast caused that luscious lobe to pop out of the bikini top.
Gasping in pain, Teeni brought both hands up to protect her breasts. Desi quickly put her left hand on Teeni's right shoulder. She then renewed her attack on Teeni's belly. Five sharp punches, each one going in deeper than the last, tore into Teeni's tender flesh. Gasping, Teeni bent over and spun back toward the corner to get away from the attack. Desi moved to her left and followed her into the corner. With her left hand, she grabbed Teeni's right shoulder, turned her around and pushed her back over the ropes. Her first right was to the solar plexus, causing Teeni to retch. The next pushed her bellybutton deep into her body. The third plowed into Teeni's belly causing her to grunt and double over.
Desi grabbed both of Teeni's shoulders and pushed her up and back into the corner. As she leaned in, she tried to put Teeni's arms over the ropes on either side of the ring-post Figuring it was now or never, Teeni thrust up her right knee catching Desi in her lower belly. With a sharp grunt, Desi doubled over and backed away, both arms around her wounded middle. Teeni quickly came up to her left side and pressed both hands down on her back. She then drove her right knee up into Desi's left breast, causing her to wail in pain.
She struck twice more before Desi brought her right hand up to try and protect her battered boob. Teeni drilled her next knee shot into Desi's ribs, bringing another gasp of pain. As soon as Desi moved her left arm up a little to try and protect the ribs, Teeni shifted position and nailed her twice in the belly with her right knee.
Coughing, Desi staggered toward the ring-post As she did, Teeni removed her bikini top and climbed out of the ring. She reached over and pulled Desi to the ropes and turned her around. She grabbed her arms and tied them up behind in the ropes with the bikini top. She then used her right knee again to hammer three shots to Desi's right kidney causing her back to arch. Teeni quickly climbed back into the ring and positioned herself to get the leverage she wanted. She began clubbing punches down into Desi's solid abs. With each punch able to deliver more and more lower, even Desi's rock wall six-pack began to quiver as the blows piled up.
From solar plexus to bellybutton, Teeni continued to break down the object of her envy. Desi was now having difficulty breathing from the tremendous punishment. After several minutes, Teeni took a break to watch her opponent writhing in pain and gasping for breath. When she thought Desi was beginning to recover, she switched targets to those full, firm breasts. Using the same rubbing motion, she hit the top of the left, then the right, and back and forth for a good minute, while Desi moaned in protest against the fire in her chest.
When it seemed Desi was beginning to get accustomed to that pain, Teeni's next punch connected with the bellybutton. With a loud grunt, Desi tried in vain to turn away. Then next punch found her solar plexus, then her lower belly, right breast, left breast, bellybutton and lastly the solar plexus, expelling what little air has left in her lungs. Her legs began to tremble making it difficult for her to stand up. Seeing these signs and the bruises that were beginning to show through Desi's tanned skin, Teeni decided it was time for the stretch run.
She climbed out of the ring and untied Desi's arms, allowing her to fall to the mat. Teeni then climbed back into the ring and rolled Desi over onto her back. Teeni then pulled Desi's legs out of the ring until her thighs were under the bottom rope. She then used her bikini top to tie Desi's arms up into the ropes. This left Desi lying on the mat at an angle in front of the corner with her back flat on the mat and her arms unable to provide neither protection nor counterattack. Teeni waited a moment to make sure she had as much energy as possible.
Teeni then began mercilessly stomping away at Desi's midsection and breasts, bringing cries of pain from her helpless opponent. With nothing to stop her, Teeni went from midsection to left breast, to midsection, to right breast and so on. Thumping all three targets at random, she had Desi's body jerking continuously, unable to escape the pain. Soon the moaning, grunting and twitching became responsive with little conscious awareness of what was going on.
Teeni stopped for a moment to view her handiwork (and footwork). She then gave each breast and the stomach one last devastating stomp. For good measure, she ground her heel into Desi's battered flesh. Although the six-pack was still visible through the bruises, it was not as solid as at the beginning. For a finale, Teeni jumped into the air and came crashing down, her lower left leg smashing both breasts and the right one digging into the stomach. With screaming grunt, Desi lapsed into unconsciousness. Teeni slowly got up and looked down at her opponent. She untied Desi's arms, flung the bikini top over her shoulders and left the ring smiling. She knew this would make Tone very happy!'
Teeni was very distressed when Tone told her what Desi had done. Teeni felt if she challenged Desi to a bellypunching contest, she could bring her more powerful legs into use if she played her cards right. That was the one way of overcoming Desi's advantage of having more solid abs. Teeni had been working hard on her own abs.
Although they were now firmer, they still did not match Desi's "six-pack". But they were also not as soft and as vulnerable as they had been. The next time Teeni saw Desi at the gym, she made the challenge. Desi readily agreed and suggested the same rules as in her battle with Tone. Teeni agreed to that, but requested that the referee be dropped. When Desi asked why, Teeni teased her by asking her if she was admitting she was gutless, then gently poked her in the stomach. Desi responded by saying she wasn't the one with the problem with guts as she waved her hand dismissively a Teeni's midsection. Desi then demanded that the match take place that night so Teeni would not have a chance to back out.
After closing, the two met in the ring. Desi was dressed in the same bikini she wore when she punished Tone, considering now a good luck charm. Teeni wore a navy blue bikini, which was a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. It also barely contained her 36DD breasts, but nicely showed off her powerful legs.
They cautiously approached each other, their left hands extended carefully in front of them. With a silent nod they placed their left hands on the opponents' right shoulder. Together out loud they counted to three and then the air was filled with smacks, thuds, gasps and grunts. Desi, using her experience from the last bout, quickly established a rhythm driving punches into Teeni's midsection, just above her bellybutton. Although not as soft as the last time she hit it, each punch produced a loud smack as it connected and a responsive gasp from Teeni. Meanwhile, Teeni was again meeting resistance from Desi's solid abdominal wall, bringing the occasional grunt from her lips.
To try and gain an advantage, Teeni stepping to her right as she threw her punches. Desi, realizing what she was up to, kept moving with her. The contrast counter-clockwise movement meant Tenni was not getting the leverage she wanted on her punches. With Teeni unable to seriously hurt her, Desi began punching harder. Soon Teeni's midsection began to show pink from Desi's sharp punches.
Becoming hurt from Desi's attack, Teeni decided to change tactics. Grabbing Desi's left elbow with her right arm, she drove her right knee up into Desi's bellybutton. It had the immediate effect of stopping Desi's punches and causing her to double over with a loud grunt. Her next right knee drove up into Desi's solar plexus, expelling the air from lungs with a long, loud sound. A third right knee to the lower belly caused Desi to fall forward with her face landing on Teeni's right breast. Teeni stepped to her right and drove a two-fisted club into Desi's right kidney, causing her to gasp as she fell to the mat.
Desi was confused and in a lot of pain. As she tried to gather herself, she began to realize that Teeni had set her up. One on one, there was no way Teeni could hope to out-punch her with her solid abs. Teeni, obviously had never been interested in a real bellypunching contest. This was quickly confirmed as she felt Teeni's foot pushing into her right side, causing her to roll over onto her back. Although she was sure what was coming next, she was slow in getting her hands into position to protect herself. The explosion in her midsection brought a loud cry of pain from her lips.
Teeni now had what she really wanted. After raising her right knee high into the air, she brought her foot crashing down into Desi's open midsection. The force of the blow flattened Desi's flesh almost down to the level of the mat, stretching her skin over her ribs. Even after Desi brought her hands over her stomach, Teeni smashed her right foot down again, once more bringing a loud cry from her opponent's lips. Shifting position slightly, Teeni raised her powerful right leg again and this time drove the foot down into Desi's full, firm left breast. Before Desi could move her hands up for protection, she did the same thing to the right breast, squashing it against her ribcage, causing her to cry out again.
With Desi's hands now protecting her breasts, Teeni immediately went back Desi's stomach. After three thunderous stomps, Desi covered her stomach and crying in pain, rolled onto her right side to try and get away. Teeni quickly reached down and grabbed her by the hair to pull her to her feet and turn her around. As she came up, Desi gathered her feet under herself and drove her right shoulder into Teeni's stomach. With a loud grunt, Teeni released Desi and backed away, doubled over. Re-energized by the sudden turn of events, Desi stepped and threw a right uppercut into Teeni's right breast causing her to straighten up. Another right to the left breast caused that luscious lobe to pop out of the bikini top.
Gasping in pain, Teeni brought both hands up to protect her breasts. Desi quickly put her left hand on Teeni's right shoulder. She then renewed her attack on Teeni's belly. Five sharp punches, each one going in deeper than the last, tore into Teeni's tender flesh. Gasping, Teeni bent over and spun back toward the corner to get away from the attack. Desi moved to her left and followed her into the corner. With her left hand, she grabbed Teeni's right shoulder, turned her around and pushed her back over the ropes. Her first right was to the solar plexus, causing Teeni to retch. The next pushed her bellybutton deep into her body. The third plowed into Teeni's belly causing her to grunt and double over.
Desi grabbed both of Teeni's shoulders and pushed her up and back into the corner. As she leaned in, she tried to put Teeni's arms over the ropes on either side of the ring-post Figuring it was now or never, Teeni thrust up her right knee catching Desi in her lower belly. With a sharp grunt, Desi doubled over and backed away, both arms around her wounded middle. Teeni quickly came up to her left side and pressed both hands down on her back. She then drove her right knee up into Desi's left breast, causing her to wail in pain.
She struck twice more before Desi brought her right hand up to try and protect her battered boob. Teeni drilled her next knee shot into Desi's ribs, bringing another gasp of pain. As soon as Desi moved her left arm up a little to try and protect the ribs, Teeni shifted position and nailed her twice in the belly with her right knee.
Coughing, Desi staggered toward the ring-post As she did, Teeni removed her bikini top and climbed out of the ring. She reached over and pulled Desi to the ropes and turned her around. She grabbed her arms and tied them up behind in the ropes with the bikini top. She then used her right knee again to hammer three shots to Desi's right kidney causing her back to arch. Teeni quickly climbed back into the ring and positioned herself to get the leverage she wanted. She began clubbing punches down into Desi's solid abs. With each punch able to deliver more and more lower, even Desi's rock wall six-pack began to quiver as the blows piled up.
From solar plexus to bellybutton, Teeni continued to break down the object of her envy. Desi was now having difficulty breathing from the tremendous punishment. After several minutes, Teeni took a break to watch her opponent writhing in pain and gasping for breath. When she thought Desi was beginning to recover, she switched targets to those full, firm breasts. Using the same rubbing motion, she hit the top of the left, then the right, and back and forth for a good minute, while Desi moaned in protest against the fire in her chest.
When it seemed Desi was beginning to get accustomed to that pain, Teeni's next punch connected with the bellybutton. With a loud grunt, Desi tried in vain to turn away. Then next punch found her solar plexus, then her lower belly, right breast, left breast, bellybutton and lastly the solar plexus, expelling what little air has left in her lungs. Her legs began to tremble making it difficult for her to stand up. Seeing these signs and the bruises that were beginning to show through Desi's tanned skin, Teeni decided it was time for the stretch run.
She climbed out of the ring and untied Desi's arms, allowing her to fall to the mat. Teeni then climbed back into the ring and rolled Desi over onto her back. Teeni then pulled Desi's legs out of the ring until her thighs were under the bottom rope. She then used her bikini top to tie Desi's arms up into the ropes. This left Desi lying on the mat at an angle in front of the corner with her back flat on the mat and her arms unable to provide neither protection nor counterattack. Teeni waited a moment to make sure she had as much energy as possible.
Teeni then began mercilessly stomping away at Desi's midsection and breasts, bringing cries of pain from her helpless opponent. With nothing to stop her, Teeni went from midsection to left breast, to midsection, to right breast and so on. Thumping all three targets at random, she had Desi's body jerking continuously, unable to escape the pain. Soon the moaning, grunting and twitching became responsive with little conscious awareness of what was going on.
Teeni stopped for a moment to view her handiwork (and footwork). She then gave each breast and the stomach one last devastating stomp. For good measure, she ground her heel into Desi's battered flesh. Although the six-pack was still visible through the bruises, it was not as solid as at the beginning. For a finale, Teeni jumped into the air and came crashing down, her lower left leg smashing both breasts and the right one digging into the stomach. With screaming grunt, Desi lapsed into unconsciousness. Teeni slowly got up and looked down at her opponent. She untied Desi's arms, flung the bikini top over her shoulders and left the ring smiling. She knew this would make Tone very happy!'