08-06-2008, 12:56 AM
my other belly nightmare written by sonali
Hi everyone, this is Sonali again and this time I am 19 years old. Some of you Internet friends of mine probably know me but many does not know me. For this reason I want to tell you that I am Sonali Chakroborty, 19 female and a resident of India. I am a student of medicine and I am in the third year of my studies at present.
I have a very nice body, which I love. The shape of my body is 34c/23/33. So you all can see that I have a small waistline. But my stomach is not like a cylinder. It is a flat one, and very concave and extremely soft. There is no sign of fat in my stomach, but there is no muscle definition either.
Actually, (if anyone believes it or not), it is true that I cannot tighten my stomach muscles. I have done thousands of crunches and other abdominal exercises but with no results. I knew that whenever one does a crunch, and he/she is in a 50 degrees angle from the ground, his/hers stomach becomes rock hard. But in the same position, if anyone puts a finger in my ovoid innie navel and push it then he/she can easily feel my spine 1-1.5 inch inside. So u all can understand that how much concave my stomach is. In fact when I’m standing and I tie a rope around my waist, then believe me, the rope never touches my navel. The navel remains 1 inch deeper to the rope. So, now everyone can understand how much concave my stomach is and it is original, not sunken in. It seems I am always keeping my stomach sunken in but actually I am not. It is like that.
I love my stomach very much. I had a great fetish of being tortured in my stomach from the age of 13 or 14, I don’t remember exactly. It started like this. There is a gym beside our house and I have two friends among them one is the daughter of the owner of the gym. There is a long room of 120meters in the gym. There the YOGA classes were held. One day when there was no one in the gym (the gym remains closed on Thursday) we three girls, Sonali, Sonia and Preety were playing in that room. I was made blindfolded and I was running with my full speed when suddenly Sonia just protruded a stick with a blunt end into my navel. It was totally unexpected for me. I totally folded upon the stick and the stick probably went through my belly and shoot out from my back. The pain was tremendous and unbearable. It hurt me a lot but from then onwards we possesses a belly fetish, we all.
Actually Sonia and Preety torture my stomach because they say that I have the best stomach in the world to be tortured.
Sometimes we spent nights together in the gym chatting or watching TV, or surfing the net etc. but most of the time they use to torture me. I also like it; it feels I’m in heaven.
First I have to describe my two friends. Sonia is 5’8” 132lbs and strong. Preety is 5’7” and 128lbs strong too and I’m 5’6” 102lbs.
Some days before I had a terrible desire of stomach fetish of mine and I wanted to check how much extensive stomach pain I can endure. I actually wanted to check the extreme pain that I can take. For that reason I suggested Sonia and Preety to try a car on my stomach, but they love me a lot and they said that with my kind of soft stomach the weight of the car might break my spinal chord and paralyze me for life or might kill me. So they were very much against the plan. But I tried to convince them for a week and at last they suggested me to try it in a different way. The method they proposed about is good but not convincing enough but still that was a good plan.
So the day came. It was the day when no one was there in the building and the garage was empty. We have a big garage and the Tata Sumo car was there. It is a heavy car like those used for rough mountainside rides. We three came into the garage and closed the door. We made sure that no one is around and also closed and almost sealed the doors so that no sound goes out.
Now there was an instrument, which is used to lift a car, it is similar to the jack but the only difference is that switches operate it. It is called the Stephni. It is like a metal cylinder 7inches in diameter, weighing about 10kgs. The base of the cylinder is flat and below the base there is a hole about 3inches in diameter. The cylinder is 1 foot high. There are two switches on the side of the cylinder, one is to lift very heavy objects and the other is to make it come down. The first switch (red) when activated, another spiral rod from within the cylinder comes out in a spiral screw like manner slowly and gently. The next switch (blue) is used to bring it down. It can lift weighs of huge cars. We use this thing to lift cars, for changing the tires.
Now the time came. It was 2:00PM noon on Friday, and my friends didn’t allow me to eat a single bit for the last 8 hours. I was fasting that day so that while my tummy will be crushed nothing comes out of me. I was tied in and ‘X’ below the front left tire of the car. The legs were below the car and the arms were spread tied up and outside. The Stephni was placed on my navel and my stomach caved in with its weight. Suddenly Sonia suggested, “hey, lets make this thing a bit more interesting………” Then she brought a baseball ball from a bag. She put the ball on my navel and put the base of the Stephni on it. The ball below the Stephni does not fit that well in the hole below the base of the Stephni. So the stomach at the place of the Stephni caves more innnnnn. I was so much turned on that I hit orgasm. Seeing this my friends stripped me naked and prepared to start. The base of the Stephni exactly fits my entire stomach from just below the ribs to just above the hipbones.
They hit the red switch and the inner rod went up and it touched the car and rose about 1inch, and they stopped. I can really feel the pressure as my insides are violated a little. At this moment what they did was surprising to me. They started massaging my tits slowly and I moaned in ecstasy. Then Sonia hit the red button again and it is raised by three more inches. Then after 10 seconds Sonia hit the switch until the car is lifted 2inch off the floor. My insides were all being almost crushed by the immense pressure of the car. Especially the navel area where the ball was there was killing me. I was having a tough time to breath. They kept me like that for 1.5 minutes and then they lowered the Stephni to relax a bit of pressure. I was panting heavily. In the mean time they aroused me sexually by masturbating my tits and pussy. I hit my second orgasm. After a time laps of 2 minutes they again repeated the same thing and this time it lasted for 2 minutes, along with my sexual arousal and constant orgasm. They loved it along with me. This step is repeated for 9 times and I was getting used to the pain and pleasure. The 10th time the pain lasted for 2.5 minutes and this time I was about to scream. So they lowered the car and gave me a rest of 2 minutes. I was sweating profusely. Suddenly Preety blindfolded me and they lowered the car for the last time. This time the car was lifted 5inches off the ground and this time the torture continued for 4.5minutes. They were in the mean time caressing me and exciting me sexually. This act reduced the pain only a bit but I can feel that all my insides have been crushed and I really enjoyed the ultimate orgasms. After time the car was lowered and the Stephni was taken off. I was dragged out and I wanted to curl up in a ball like position but they did not allow me to do so. The blindfold was still on. I was allowed to lie flat on the floor with hands and legs spread wide. My stomach was totally relaxed. Preety was massaging my stomach for about 20-30 minutes. Suddenly I was shocked by a serious and heavy pain in the stomach and all my breath went off as my insides were on fire. Actually what happened was that in the mean time Sonia hit me very hard with a sledgehammer, I was not at all expecting the blow.
But that ended my pain. I took some painkillers and some pills to keep myself fit. My insides really hurt for some days and I couldn’t eat for some days well.');
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The relaxation now had me firmly in its grip, and I drew a deep breath to fill myself with that intangible feeling. You know the one, where exhilaration meets exhaustion when you\'re totally spent. I had just finished my five mile jog, and as I started walking home I took off my soaking sweatshirt and wiped the dripping sweat off of my body. I was wearing my black lycra running tights and matching sports bra, but even as it started to get dark I wasn\'t worried about getting too cold because my apartment wasn\'t too far away.
I had just moved to town about two months ago and didn\'t know too many people, so I spent most of my spare time running and working out. All of the hard work was starting to pay off, and as I towled myself off with my shirt I admired each body part I was drying. My arms were tight and toned, with a slight rounded buffness of the biceps. I was especially proud of my midsection, as I now had a chiseled six-pack, the reward for my healthy diet, cardio and countless sets of ab exercises. At 27 years old, 5\'7\" and 122lbs., I was definitely in the best shape of my life. If only the guys at my office could see me now, I thought to myself. I\'m a junior attorney and work for a large, conservative firm, so I\'m always wearing stuffy business suits with my dark, wavy hair pulled back. Not now, my soaking mop fell heavily on my shoulders.
I was wiping my face as I entered the alley that led to my building about two blocks away when I was startled by a voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. \"We don\'t appreciate your kind around here, especially if you think you\'re too good to say hello.\" My pulse raced as a big, creepy guy emerged from the shadows. \"That\'s right, we don\'t like your kind at all, sweetie.\" Another voice came from behind me, and I turned to see another big, tough-looking hombre at the edge of the alley. I was temporarily frozen with fear, and tried to use my deductive lawyer thinking to get me out of this potential mess. The area was pretty deserted at this time, so if I screamed, nobody would probably be around to hear it, and if they were, these guys would probably be on me before anyone heard it. I couldn\'t run, the alley was too narrow, so either way I went one of the big goons would easily trap me. I decided to try and talk my way into an opening, and when I got a chance, I\'d bolt. I was thinking about what they said, \"you\'re kind\", and wondered what they meant by that. Were they racist? I am of Lebanese decent, and have dark hair and olive skin. Maybe they were militant gay, and didn\'t like this scantily clad female hardbody running around their turf. As the guy in front of me closed in, I knew I had to act fast, so I put on my biggest stupid grin, coyly tilted my head and took my chance. \"Hey, I\'m new around here and don\'t....\". \"OOOOMMMMPPHHHH!!\" I never got a chance to finish, as he nailed me with a straight right punch to the belly. It landed almost directly on my navel, and even though I have a washboard for a midsection, it was no match for this bruiser\'s punch. I dropped to my knees, furiously gasping for air as my hands reflexively flew to my stomach.
I felt my arms powerfully pulled behind me as I was yanked to my feet. The creep behind me locked me in a full nelson, painfully arching my back and pushing my head down and to the left, almost forcing my nose into the dark shadow of two-day stubble in my armpit. \"HHOOOUGH!!\", \"UUULLLGGGGGHH!!\" Two more shots, this time to either side of my reddening belly button. \"I think she likes this, she feels friendlier already\", the guy holding me laughed to his friend as I struggled for air. A sharp, burning pain filled my insides, and it was if I could almost feel the bruises forming. \"No, she needs some more. This is a real friendly part of the city, and we want to give here an appropriate welcome.\" This was the big idiot\'s reply as he dropped another right hand on me, this one just below my navel on the waistband of my tights.\"OOOOHHHHPPPPHHHHH\"!!!!! That one shook me all the way through, and I wanted so desperately to fall but the guy holding me had such a tight lock I couldn\'t budge. Two, three, four, five, I lost count as he cut loose on my battered gut with punch after punch. I thought I might never breathe again, I had lost all feeling in my lungs, but there was no more fear, just pain. I think I didn\'t pass out due to sheer willpower and the fear of what they might do to me if I was unconcious. \"WHAAAP!\" A vicious slap across my cheek forced my head down further. The sting had barely settled in when I got another one. \"WHAAAP!\" This one caught me on the lip, and I could feel a trickle on my chin as well as taste blood in my mouth. \"She\'s a tough little b###h, isn\'t she? I\'ve got something special saved up for her.\" My punisher snickered to his friend right as he delivered the hardest punch of all, a left uppercut that landed right in the middle of my stomach, sank in deep and penetrated in an arc to what felt like my throat. OOWWWWUUUUNNNMMMMMFFFF!!!!!\" The sheer impact lifted me up, and I felt like time froze and I was all alone with my agony. With that the second creep released his hold on me, and I fell face-first onto the ground. The cold asphalt embraced me, and as my body tried desperately to fill itself with air, I got a hard kick to the ribs. \"AAAAUUUNNNHHHH!!!\" This turned me almost over on my back, but I settled as a bloody, coughing, crumpled heap on my side with my legs pulled up as far as they could go. With a buzzing in my ears I could hear the two slowly walking away, fearless of any repercussions of what they had done, laughing and saying something along the lines of \"Arab girls can\'t fight, they should be nicer to strangers.\"
It must have been fifteen or twenty minutes that I just lay in that awkward position, coughing and gasping. I eventually crawled over to the wall on one side of the alley, and leaned my back against it. I held my ribs with one hand and gently covered my already purple and red belly with the other. As the burning and sharpness turned into a dull, throbbing pain, I laughed weakly at the strange euphoria I started to feel, almost like that sensation when I had finished jogging. Endorphins work in such a strange way, I thought to myself! So much for my nightly workout, and what a belated welcome to the neighborhood!');
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Elena paused, took a deep breath, and adjusted her denim jacket, pulling it tighter around her. She told herself not to be nervous for the hundredth time, and walked through the doors of the worn, older warehouse-looking building. She was immediately greeted by Spence, the man she had spoken with on the phone. \"You must be Elena,\" he said with the enthusiasm of a used car salesman as he shook her hand. \"Yes, nice to meet you,\" she forced out in her thick accent.
She had been in New York for only a month, and desperately needed money. Immigrating from her native Russia, Elena hit the big city hoping to sign on with a top modeling agency. She was a dead-ringer for her countrywoman Anna Kournikova, only taller and even prettier. She got into the country on a tourist visa, and since she hadn\'t gotten on with an agency yet, her funds were running dry. Without a work permit, she couldn\'t get a job, and refused to become a stripper like so many other beautiful wannabe models who couldn\'t work a regular job. So she answered the ad in the Russian language newspaper that said cash paid to fitness models for a video shoot that required no nudity. Exactly what she needed. The ad said to wear something that revealed your physique, so she wore a pair of tight denim shorts, knee-high black leather boots, and her denim jacket over a cut-off tank top. She looked great, at 5\'8\" and 125 lbs., with a fit body and flat stomach with just the faintest outline of a six-pack.
Spence took her in the office and explained to her what he was looking for. His company was making non-nude catfight videos, and he emphasized how realistic they should be. He calmed her fears by telling her there was only light contact, and that sound effects were edited in later. He would pay her $500 cash in advance for a no more than one hour shoot. Elena was ecstatic and agreed, thinking of that desperately needed cash. Spence took her down the hall and introduced her to the two girls who would be in the video with her. Elena tried to relax more as she shook hands with the girls, who appeared friendly enough. Rochelle was a short, somewhat muscular but attractive latina, and Nina was a bit taller, with short, dark hair and an incredible body. Spence explained to the girls what the premise would be, and they would improv their lines from there. Elena would walk in, and the two girls would accuse her of hitting on Nina\'s boyfriend, and then issue her a mock beating. Spence told Elena to just have fun like it was a play fight, and to react like she thought she would if it were real.
The cameraman was ready in the large part of the warehouse that was made-up to look like the inside of an apartment. Elena was to walk through the door, and the other girls would jump her. She tried not to laugh, as this whole idea seemed silly to her, but to each his own she thought as she looked at the five crisp one hundred dollar bills Spence had already given her. She put the money in the pocket of her shorts, cleared her mind, and when Spence yelled \"action\" she walked through the door. Nina closed the door behind her, giving her a shove into the center of the room. \"You like going after somebody else\'s man, b###h?\" Rochelle barked as she faked a slap across her face. Elena jerked her head to the side as if she had been struck, and yelled back \"I don\'t know what you are talking about.\" Nina snuck-up behind her and pulled her arms behind her back, and Rochelle gave her a light punch to the middle of her stomach. Elena tried to fake injury, making a faint \"oouff\" sound and bending forward a little. She was having an easy time with this, and couldn\'t believe how nervous she had been in the beginning. Spence saw she was over her jitters, and gave a barely noticeable hand signal to Nina, who then nodded to Rochelle. Nina pulled Elena\'s arms tighter behind her, and the beautiful Russian straightened her body, her arms uncomfortably twisted behind her. Before she could sense anything was changing, Rochelle buried a hard left hook deep into her gut, right above her belly button. \"OOOUUUUFFFFGGGG!!!\"
No more play time, as this grunt was real. Elena felt a sudden surge of emptiness inside of her, as the fist pressed deep into her flat stomach and pushed forward. This was definitely not part of the deal, but she was helpless to do anything about it. Spence leaned forward in his chair, loving the action he saw. Rochelle slapped Elena hard across the cheek, then hit her with a three punch combination to the body. A straight right on the navel, a left hook to the ribs, and another right, an uppercut to her bare, lower stomach. \"UUNNNGGHHH, ULLLGGHHHHH, OOOUUUGGHHH!!!!!!\"
Elena\'s legs gave way as her torso convulsed, muscle spasms from the blows and her body naturally trying to refill itself with air. Tears streamed down her face as the pain overtook her, pounding and throbbing from deep within. \"This is what happens to sluts who steal other women\'s men,\" Nina snarled as Rochelle exploded on her again, four vicious punches painted a red and purple trail from the low-cut waistband of her shorts to where her top came down, right at her solar plexus. Her head was dizzy from hyperventilating, and she had several dry heaves as she sickened from the abuse to her midsection. Rochelle gazed at her target with a mission in her eye. She focused on the trail of blonde hairs on her stomach that seemed fluorescent against their reddening backdrop. They worked their way down, forming a circle around her navel, and that\'s where she delivered a ferocious pounding. Elena grunted in agony, each time with less air as the latina\'s fists hammered deep into her belly button. She felt like her body wanted to puke, pee, and crap, all at the same time, but fortunately, she didn\'t have anything in her to come out, just weakening screams of agony. Spence gave another signal to Nina, who winked at Rochelle. Nina pulled Elena\'s head-up by the hair, giving Rochelle a clean shot to the chin, knocking her out. \"Cut! Beautiful, ladies!\" Spence jumped out of his chair, screaming with excitement. This was going to be the hottest tape yet. \"Okay, stuff another hundred in her pocket and dump her on the other side of town, then meet me back here.\" What a racket they had, advertising in foreign language newspapers, knowing there would be an endless supply of desperate victims who couldn\'t report the crimes, risking deportation.
Elena came to in a dirty alley just outside of Greenwich Village. Her head was throbbing, and her hands immediately grabbed her aching belly. She lay in the alley, moaning as she hugged her pounding torso, as the events that had transpired ran fuzzily through her mind. A young couple heard her and rushed to her aid. \"Oh, honey, we need to get you to a hospital. What happened?\" Elena paused and tried to speak, but knew she couldn\'t explain. \"I...I..was..mugged....\"she said weakly as she rolled onto her back, her bruised torso rhythmically flexing with her shallow, painful breaths. The kind couple took her to the hospital as she protested against calling the police, saying it would just be a waste of time and at least she wasn\'t killed. She had learned a painful lesson in capitalism, there was no such thing as easy money.
Hi everyone, this is Sonali again and this time I am 19 years old. Some of you Internet friends of mine probably know me but many does not know me. For this reason I want to tell you that I am Sonali Chakroborty, 19 female and a resident of India. I am a student of medicine and I am in the third year of my studies at present.
I have a very nice body, which I love. The shape of my body is 34c/23/33. So you all can see that I have a small waistline. But my stomach is not like a cylinder. It is a flat one, and very concave and extremely soft. There is no sign of fat in my stomach, but there is no muscle definition either.
Actually, (if anyone believes it or not), it is true that I cannot tighten my stomach muscles. I have done thousands of crunches and other abdominal exercises but with no results. I knew that whenever one does a crunch, and he/she is in a 50 degrees angle from the ground, his/hers stomach becomes rock hard. But in the same position, if anyone puts a finger in my ovoid innie navel and push it then he/she can easily feel my spine 1-1.5 inch inside. So u all can understand that how much concave my stomach is. In fact when I’m standing and I tie a rope around my waist, then believe me, the rope never touches my navel. The navel remains 1 inch deeper to the rope. So, now everyone can understand how much concave my stomach is and it is original, not sunken in. It seems I am always keeping my stomach sunken in but actually I am not. It is like that.
I love my stomach very much. I had a great fetish of being tortured in my stomach from the age of 13 or 14, I don’t remember exactly. It started like this. There is a gym beside our house and I have two friends among them one is the daughter of the owner of the gym. There is a long room of 120meters in the gym. There the YOGA classes were held. One day when there was no one in the gym (the gym remains closed on Thursday) we three girls, Sonali, Sonia and Preety were playing in that room. I was made blindfolded and I was running with my full speed when suddenly Sonia just protruded a stick with a blunt end into my navel. It was totally unexpected for me. I totally folded upon the stick and the stick probably went through my belly and shoot out from my back. The pain was tremendous and unbearable. It hurt me a lot but from then onwards we possesses a belly fetish, we all.
Actually Sonia and Preety torture my stomach because they say that I have the best stomach in the world to be tortured.
Sometimes we spent nights together in the gym chatting or watching TV, or surfing the net etc. but most of the time they use to torture me. I also like it; it feels I’m in heaven.
First I have to describe my two friends. Sonia is 5’8” 132lbs and strong. Preety is 5’7” and 128lbs strong too and I’m 5’6” 102lbs.
Some days before I had a terrible desire of stomach fetish of mine and I wanted to check how much extensive stomach pain I can endure. I actually wanted to check the extreme pain that I can take. For that reason I suggested Sonia and Preety to try a car on my stomach, but they love me a lot and they said that with my kind of soft stomach the weight of the car might break my spinal chord and paralyze me for life or might kill me. So they were very much against the plan. But I tried to convince them for a week and at last they suggested me to try it in a different way. The method they proposed about is good but not convincing enough but still that was a good plan.
So the day came. It was the day when no one was there in the building and the garage was empty. We have a big garage and the Tata Sumo car was there. It is a heavy car like those used for rough mountainside rides. We three came into the garage and closed the door. We made sure that no one is around and also closed and almost sealed the doors so that no sound goes out.
Now there was an instrument, which is used to lift a car, it is similar to the jack but the only difference is that switches operate it. It is called the Stephni. It is like a metal cylinder 7inches in diameter, weighing about 10kgs. The base of the cylinder is flat and below the base there is a hole about 3inches in diameter. The cylinder is 1 foot high. There are two switches on the side of the cylinder, one is to lift very heavy objects and the other is to make it come down. The first switch (red) when activated, another spiral rod from within the cylinder comes out in a spiral screw like manner slowly and gently. The next switch (blue) is used to bring it down. It can lift weighs of huge cars. We use this thing to lift cars, for changing the tires.
Now the time came. It was 2:00PM noon on Friday, and my friends didn’t allow me to eat a single bit for the last 8 hours. I was fasting that day so that while my tummy will be crushed nothing comes out of me. I was tied in and ‘X’ below the front left tire of the car. The legs were below the car and the arms were spread tied up and outside. The Stephni was placed on my navel and my stomach caved in with its weight. Suddenly Sonia suggested, “hey, lets make this thing a bit more interesting………” Then she brought a baseball ball from a bag. She put the ball on my navel and put the base of the Stephni on it. The ball below the Stephni does not fit that well in the hole below the base of the Stephni. So the stomach at the place of the Stephni caves more innnnnn. I was so much turned on that I hit orgasm. Seeing this my friends stripped me naked and prepared to start. The base of the Stephni exactly fits my entire stomach from just below the ribs to just above the hipbones.
They hit the red switch and the inner rod went up and it touched the car and rose about 1inch, and they stopped. I can really feel the pressure as my insides are violated a little. At this moment what they did was surprising to me. They started massaging my tits slowly and I moaned in ecstasy. Then Sonia hit the red button again and it is raised by three more inches. Then after 10 seconds Sonia hit the switch until the car is lifted 2inch off the floor. My insides were all being almost crushed by the immense pressure of the car. Especially the navel area where the ball was there was killing me. I was having a tough time to breath. They kept me like that for 1.5 minutes and then they lowered the Stephni to relax a bit of pressure. I was panting heavily. In the mean time they aroused me sexually by masturbating my tits and pussy. I hit my second orgasm. After a time laps of 2 minutes they again repeated the same thing and this time it lasted for 2 minutes, along with my sexual arousal and constant orgasm. They loved it along with me. This step is repeated for 9 times and I was getting used to the pain and pleasure. The 10th time the pain lasted for 2.5 minutes and this time I was about to scream. So they lowered the car and gave me a rest of 2 minutes. I was sweating profusely. Suddenly Preety blindfolded me and they lowered the car for the last time. This time the car was lifted 5inches off the ground and this time the torture continued for 4.5minutes. They were in the mean time caressing me and exciting me sexually. This act reduced the pain only a bit but I can feel that all my insides have been crushed and I really enjoyed the ultimate orgasms. After time the car was lowered and the Stephni was taken off. I was dragged out and I wanted to curl up in a ball like position but they did not allow me to do so. The blindfold was still on. I was allowed to lie flat on the floor with hands and legs spread wide. My stomach was totally relaxed. Preety was massaging my stomach for about 20-30 minutes. Suddenly I was shocked by a serious and heavy pain in the stomach and all my breath went off as my insides were on fire. Actually what happened was that in the mean time Sonia hit me very hard with a sledgehammer, I was not at all expecting the blow.
But that ended my pain. I took some painkillers and some pills to keep myself fit. My insides really hurt for some days and I couldn’t eat for some days well.');
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The relaxation now had me firmly in its grip, and I drew a deep breath to fill myself with that intangible feeling. You know the one, where exhilaration meets exhaustion when you\'re totally spent. I had just finished my five mile jog, and as I started walking home I took off my soaking sweatshirt and wiped the dripping sweat off of my body. I was wearing my black lycra running tights and matching sports bra, but even as it started to get dark I wasn\'t worried about getting too cold because my apartment wasn\'t too far away.
I had just moved to town about two months ago and didn\'t know too many people, so I spent most of my spare time running and working out. All of the hard work was starting to pay off, and as I towled myself off with my shirt I admired each body part I was drying. My arms were tight and toned, with a slight rounded buffness of the biceps. I was especially proud of my midsection, as I now had a chiseled six-pack, the reward for my healthy diet, cardio and countless sets of ab exercises. At 27 years old, 5\'7\" and 122lbs., I was definitely in the best shape of my life. If only the guys at my office could see me now, I thought to myself. I\'m a junior attorney and work for a large, conservative firm, so I\'m always wearing stuffy business suits with my dark, wavy hair pulled back. Not now, my soaking mop fell heavily on my shoulders.
I was wiping my face as I entered the alley that led to my building about two blocks away when I was startled by a voice that came seemingly out of nowhere. \"We don\'t appreciate your kind around here, especially if you think you\'re too good to say hello.\" My pulse raced as a big, creepy guy emerged from the shadows. \"That\'s right, we don\'t like your kind at all, sweetie.\" Another voice came from behind me, and I turned to see another big, tough-looking hombre at the edge of the alley. I was temporarily frozen with fear, and tried to use my deductive lawyer thinking to get me out of this potential mess. The area was pretty deserted at this time, so if I screamed, nobody would probably be around to hear it, and if they were, these guys would probably be on me before anyone heard it. I couldn\'t run, the alley was too narrow, so either way I went one of the big goons would easily trap me. I decided to try and talk my way into an opening, and when I got a chance, I\'d bolt. I was thinking about what they said, \"you\'re kind\", and wondered what they meant by that. Were they racist? I am of Lebanese decent, and have dark hair and olive skin. Maybe they were militant gay, and didn\'t like this scantily clad female hardbody running around their turf. As the guy in front of me closed in, I knew I had to act fast, so I put on my biggest stupid grin, coyly tilted my head and took my chance. \"Hey, I\'m new around here and don\'t....\". \"OOOOMMMMPPHHHH!!\" I never got a chance to finish, as he nailed me with a straight right punch to the belly. It landed almost directly on my navel, and even though I have a washboard for a midsection, it was no match for this bruiser\'s punch. I dropped to my knees, furiously gasping for air as my hands reflexively flew to my stomach.
I felt my arms powerfully pulled behind me as I was yanked to my feet. The creep behind me locked me in a full nelson, painfully arching my back and pushing my head down and to the left, almost forcing my nose into the dark shadow of two-day stubble in my armpit. \"HHOOOUGH!!\", \"UUULLLGGGGGHH!!\" Two more shots, this time to either side of my reddening belly button. \"I think she likes this, she feels friendlier already\", the guy holding me laughed to his friend as I struggled for air. A sharp, burning pain filled my insides, and it was if I could almost feel the bruises forming. \"No, she needs some more. This is a real friendly part of the city, and we want to give here an appropriate welcome.\" This was the big idiot\'s reply as he dropped another right hand on me, this one just below my navel on the waistband of my tights.\"OOOOHHHHPPPPHHHHH\"!!!!! That one shook me all the way through, and I wanted so desperately to fall but the guy holding me had such a tight lock I couldn\'t budge. Two, three, four, five, I lost count as he cut loose on my battered gut with punch after punch. I thought I might never breathe again, I had lost all feeling in my lungs, but there was no more fear, just pain. I think I didn\'t pass out due to sheer willpower and the fear of what they might do to me if I was unconcious. \"WHAAAP!\" A vicious slap across my cheek forced my head down further. The sting had barely settled in when I got another one. \"WHAAAP!\" This one caught me on the lip, and I could feel a trickle on my chin as well as taste blood in my mouth. \"She\'s a tough little b###h, isn\'t she? I\'ve got something special saved up for her.\" My punisher snickered to his friend right as he delivered the hardest punch of all, a left uppercut that landed right in the middle of my stomach, sank in deep and penetrated in an arc to what felt like my throat. OOWWWWUUUUNNNMMMMMFFFF!!!!!\" The sheer impact lifted me up, and I felt like time froze and I was all alone with my agony. With that the second creep released his hold on me, and I fell face-first onto the ground. The cold asphalt embraced me, and as my body tried desperately to fill itself with air, I got a hard kick to the ribs. \"AAAAUUUNNNHHHH!!!\" This turned me almost over on my back, but I settled as a bloody, coughing, crumpled heap on my side with my legs pulled up as far as they could go. With a buzzing in my ears I could hear the two slowly walking away, fearless of any repercussions of what they had done, laughing and saying something along the lines of \"Arab girls can\'t fight, they should be nicer to strangers.\"
It must have been fifteen or twenty minutes that I just lay in that awkward position, coughing and gasping. I eventually crawled over to the wall on one side of the alley, and leaned my back against it. I held my ribs with one hand and gently covered my already purple and red belly with the other. As the burning and sharpness turned into a dull, throbbing pain, I laughed weakly at the strange euphoria I started to feel, almost like that sensation when I had finished jogging. Endorphins work in such a strange way, I thought to myself! So much for my nightly workout, and what a belated welcome to the neighborhood!');
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Elena paused, took a deep breath, and adjusted her denim jacket, pulling it tighter around her. She told herself not to be nervous for the hundredth time, and walked through the doors of the worn, older warehouse-looking building. She was immediately greeted by Spence, the man she had spoken with on the phone. \"You must be Elena,\" he said with the enthusiasm of a used car salesman as he shook her hand. \"Yes, nice to meet you,\" she forced out in her thick accent.
She had been in New York for only a month, and desperately needed money. Immigrating from her native Russia, Elena hit the big city hoping to sign on with a top modeling agency. She was a dead-ringer for her countrywoman Anna Kournikova, only taller and even prettier. She got into the country on a tourist visa, and since she hadn\'t gotten on with an agency yet, her funds were running dry. Without a work permit, she couldn\'t get a job, and refused to become a stripper like so many other beautiful wannabe models who couldn\'t work a regular job. So she answered the ad in the Russian language newspaper that said cash paid to fitness models for a video shoot that required no nudity. Exactly what she needed. The ad said to wear something that revealed your physique, so she wore a pair of tight denim shorts, knee-high black leather boots, and her denim jacket over a cut-off tank top. She looked great, at 5\'8\" and 125 lbs., with a fit body and flat stomach with just the faintest outline of a six-pack.
Spence took her in the office and explained to her what he was looking for. His company was making non-nude catfight videos, and he emphasized how realistic they should be. He calmed her fears by telling her there was only light contact, and that sound effects were edited in later. He would pay her $500 cash in advance for a no more than one hour shoot. Elena was ecstatic and agreed, thinking of that desperately needed cash. Spence took her down the hall and introduced her to the two girls who would be in the video with her. Elena tried to relax more as she shook hands with the girls, who appeared friendly enough. Rochelle was a short, somewhat muscular but attractive latina, and Nina was a bit taller, with short, dark hair and an incredible body. Spence explained to the girls what the premise would be, and they would improv their lines from there. Elena would walk in, and the two girls would accuse her of hitting on Nina\'s boyfriend, and then issue her a mock beating. Spence told Elena to just have fun like it was a play fight, and to react like she thought she would if it were real.
The cameraman was ready in the large part of the warehouse that was made-up to look like the inside of an apartment. Elena was to walk through the door, and the other girls would jump her. She tried not to laugh, as this whole idea seemed silly to her, but to each his own she thought as she looked at the five crisp one hundred dollar bills Spence had already given her. She put the money in the pocket of her shorts, cleared her mind, and when Spence yelled \"action\" she walked through the door. Nina closed the door behind her, giving her a shove into the center of the room. \"You like going after somebody else\'s man, b###h?\" Rochelle barked as she faked a slap across her face. Elena jerked her head to the side as if she had been struck, and yelled back \"I don\'t know what you are talking about.\" Nina snuck-up behind her and pulled her arms behind her back, and Rochelle gave her a light punch to the middle of her stomach. Elena tried to fake injury, making a faint \"oouff\" sound and bending forward a little. She was having an easy time with this, and couldn\'t believe how nervous she had been in the beginning. Spence saw she was over her jitters, and gave a barely noticeable hand signal to Nina, who then nodded to Rochelle. Nina pulled Elena\'s arms tighter behind her, and the beautiful Russian straightened her body, her arms uncomfortably twisted behind her. Before she could sense anything was changing, Rochelle buried a hard left hook deep into her gut, right above her belly button. \"OOOUUUUFFFFGGGG!!!\"
No more play time, as this grunt was real. Elena felt a sudden surge of emptiness inside of her, as the fist pressed deep into her flat stomach and pushed forward. This was definitely not part of the deal, but she was helpless to do anything about it. Spence leaned forward in his chair, loving the action he saw. Rochelle slapped Elena hard across the cheek, then hit her with a three punch combination to the body. A straight right on the navel, a left hook to the ribs, and another right, an uppercut to her bare, lower stomach. \"UUNNNGGHHH, ULLLGGHHHHH, OOOUUUGGHHH!!!!!!\"
Elena\'s legs gave way as her torso convulsed, muscle spasms from the blows and her body naturally trying to refill itself with air. Tears streamed down her face as the pain overtook her, pounding and throbbing from deep within. \"This is what happens to sluts who steal other women\'s men,\" Nina snarled as Rochelle exploded on her again, four vicious punches painted a red and purple trail from the low-cut waistband of her shorts to where her top came down, right at her solar plexus. Her head was dizzy from hyperventilating, and she had several dry heaves as she sickened from the abuse to her midsection. Rochelle gazed at her target with a mission in her eye. She focused on the trail of blonde hairs on her stomach that seemed fluorescent against their reddening backdrop. They worked their way down, forming a circle around her navel, and that\'s where she delivered a ferocious pounding. Elena grunted in agony, each time with less air as the latina\'s fists hammered deep into her belly button. She felt like her body wanted to puke, pee, and crap, all at the same time, but fortunately, she didn\'t have anything in her to come out, just weakening screams of agony. Spence gave another signal to Nina, who winked at Rochelle. Nina pulled Elena\'s head-up by the hair, giving Rochelle a clean shot to the chin, knocking her out. \"Cut! Beautiful, ladies!\" Spence jumped out of his chair, screaming with excitement. This was going to be the hottest tape yet. \"Okay, stuff another hundred in her pocket and dump her on the other side of town, then meet me back here.\" What a racket they had, advertising in foreign language newspapers, knowing there would be an endless supply of desperate victims who couldn\'t report the crimes, risking deportation.
Elena came to in a dirty alley just outside of Greenwich Village. Her head was throbbing, and her hands immediately grabbed her aching belly. She lay in the alley, moaning as she hugged her pounding torso, as the events that had transpired ran fuzzily through her mind. A young couple heard her and rushed to her aid. \"Oh, honey, we need to get you to a hospital. What happened?\" Elena paused and tried to speak, but knew she couldn\'t explain. \"I...I..was..mugged....\"she said weakly as she rolled onto her back, her bruised torso rhythmically flexing with her shallow, painful breaths. The kind couple took her to the hospital as she protested against calling the police, saying it would just be a waste of time and at least she wasn\'t killed. She had learned a painful lesson in capitalism, there was no such thing as easy money.