08-06-2008, 01:26 AM
Doug Written by Unknown
Doug didn't know if it was anger that flooded him, or desire, or desperation. He turned away from her, to escape her eyes, but still they burned into his brain. Whether or not Katrina knew it, she was tempting him. His body turned back to her, his arm lunged toward her, his fist a savage meteor aimed at the dark star of the girl's soft belly button. He saw her eyes in that last moment shift from triumph to surprise before her entire face stretched wide in agony. A punch full of male muscle and bone slammed into her soul and belly and she folded over his arm, bare flesh melting around his fist. He felt her hair over his arm like a veil to hide the horrible violation, and he heard her say her secret name in the grunting rush of her breath as he drove it from her body.
He found her hair, almost instinctively, and pulled the slight girl upright, exposing her suffering to his gaze. In her eyes and her open mouth, she told him without words he had possessed her body. For Katrina, in that moment, life changed forever. Her body had melted into a complete physical reaction to this man. Katrina felt her stomach owned by the huge arm that thrust into her body. And in that next moment she saw Doug's face, and recognized her fate. His next punch found her in shock, and it blew up in her belly like a bomb. The force of the blow ripped her hair free of his hands, another pain that was completely blotted out by the one that gripped her belly.
He watched as her body bent again, hair pulling free of his fingers. He found it again, and raised her, though now she seemed to have more weight. He realized her legs had gone out from under her, but his grip was strong. The next punch buried its payload deep inside her. Her tiny feet lifted from the floor as her body folded again over his fist. By this time, he had punched her halfway across the room. With one strong hand in her hair, and one huge fist plowed deep in her belly, he slammed the tiny girl into the wall. He held his fist in her, and felt the soft squirm of that beaten belly. His other hand left her hair, and found her throat. He slid Katrina up the wall until her toes dangled just barely touching the floor.
Katrina's mind could recognize no time now. It measured her life only in blasts of pain to her belly. She could not resist the force that plunged over and over into her soft stomach, the plummeting rage of this big man's fist. She caught a glimpse of her own feet dangling impossibly far off of the floor as her body launched upward. Painted toes she was so pleased with an hour earlier were now just useless adornment. Her belly muscles broke down with each new blast, and the strain of their last vain efforts to push that fist out of her body drained the energy from her. His third punch finished her, and the one after that pinned her helpless belly brutally to the wall behind her. His fist held in her, deeper in her than anything but her soul. She felt his hand find her throat, and her body slid up the wall. Through half-closed eyes, she saw the big man in front of her. She knew her body was lost. What would happen now had nothing to do with her. When he withdrew the fist from her belly, she could only shudder in the one hand that held her. In agony and dread, she awaited her fate.
Doug saw his dream in front of him. Throughout his life, these little beautiful women had flaunted themselves around him. Teased him and manipulated his needs only for their own simple pleasures. He had watched them dress to excite him, only to either pull away from him when he responded, or allow him some simple pleasure, all the while taking advantage of his interest by taking all they could get from him. He had felt them exercise their feminine power in so many thoughtless ways. "Belly-sluts" he called them in his secret language.
But now he had caught one. A pretty one, and one who flaunted something he dearly craved. She had been a tough one, a princess, a goddess. She had clearly dared him to match his man-power against her girl-power. She knew she had willfully tempted him. She had flaunted her belly, daring him to claim her. Now the small girl dangling from his strong hand would have to take her punishment. He had defeated her belly, now he would punish it for each and every thing she had done. He had her body now, and before he finished, he would take through that single patch of smooth bare flesh, her entire body and spirit. Before he was finished, she would know she had been beaten, taken, and claimed.
Even through half-closed eyes, Katrina could recognize the look on Doug's face. She had opened a door to him, and he had plunged through it. She sensed a debt to be paid. She knew she was the sacrifice that paid that debt. He would have hours alone with her, to beat her belly, power through her sexuality, and plunder her mind. He would exhaust her over his fist and his cock.
She felt his hand tenderly rubbing her soft, pounded belly. She slowly closed her eyes, letting the cool hand comfort her aching belly. She felt her hands trying to touch his, to hold it there, and a small, soft gasp of pleasure fell from her lips. His hand trailed down her lower belly, then over the narrow length of jeans between her bare belly and her pussy. She felt his hand there, easing between her suspended, powerless legs. He found her there, and she drifted into the shaking sexual feeling he chose to make her feel now.
Doug didn't know if it was anger that flooded him, or desire, or desperation. He turned away from her, to escape her eyes, but still they burned into his brain. Whether or not Katrina knew it, she was tempting him. His body turned back to her, his arm lunged toward her, his fist a savage meteor aimed at the dark star of the girl's soft belly button. He saw her eyes in that last moment shift from triumph to surprise before her entire face stretched wide in agony. A punch full of male muscle and bone slammed into her soul and belly and she folded over his arm, bare flesh melting around his fist. He felt her hair over his arm like a veil to hide the horrible violation, and he heard her say her secret name in the grunting rush of her breath as he drove it from her body.
He found her hair, almost instinctively, and pulled the slight girl upright, exposing her suffering to his gaze. In her eyes and her open mouth, she told him without words he had possessed her body. For Katrina, in that moment, life changed forever. Her body had melted into a complete physical reaction to this man. Katrina felt her stomach owned by the huge arm that thrust into her body. And in that next moment she saw Doug's face, and recognized her fate. His next punch found her in shock, and it blew up in her belly like a bomb. The force of the blow ripped her hair free of his hands, another pain that was completely blotted out by the one that gripped her belly.
He watched as her body bent again, hair pulling free of his fingers. He found it again, and raised her, though now she seemed to have more weight. He realized her legs had gone out from under her, but his grip was strong. The next punch buried its payload deep inside her. Her tiny feet lifted from the floor as her body folded again over his fist. By this time, he had punched her halfway across the room. With one strong hand in her hair, and one huge fist plowed deep in her belly, he slammed the tiny girl into the wall. He held his fist in her, and felt the soft squirm of that beaten belly. His other hand left her hair, and found her throat. He slid Katrina up the wall until her toes dangled just barely touching the floor.
Katrina's mind could recognize no time now. It measured her life only in blasts of pain to her belly. She could not resist the force that plunged over and over into her soft stomach, the plummeting rage of this big man's fist. She caught a glimpse of her own feet dangling impossibly far off of the floor as her body launched upward. Painted toes she was so pleased with an hour earlier were now just useless adornment. Her belly muscles broke down with each new blast, and the strain of their last vain efforts to push that fist out of her body drained the energy from her. His third punch finished her, and the one after that pinned her helpless belly brutally to the wall behind her. His fist held in her, deeper in her than anything but her soul. She felt his hand find her throat, and her body slid up the wall. Through half-closed eyes, she saw the big man in front of her. She knew her body was lost. What would happen now had nothing to do with her. When he withdrew the fist from her belly, she could only shudder in the one hand that held her. In agony and dread, she awaited her fate.
Doug saw his dream in front of him. Throughout his life, these little beautiful women had flaunted themselves around him. Teased him and manipulated his needs only for their own simple pleasures. He had watched them dress to excite him, only to either pull away from him when he responded, or allow him some simple pleasure, all the while taking advantage of his interest by taking all they could get from him. He had felt them exercise their feminine power in so many thoughtless ways. "Belly-sluts" he called them in his secret language.
But now he had caught one. A pretty one, and one who flaunted something he dearly craved. She had been a tough one, a princess, a goddess. She had clearly dared him to match his man-power against her girl-power. She knew she had willfully tempted him. She had flaunted her belly, daring him to claim her. Now the small girl dangling from his strong hand would have to take her punishment. He had defeated her belly, now he would punish it for each and every thing she had done. He had her body now, and before he finished, he would take through that single patch of smooth bare flesh, her entire body and spirit. Before he was finished, she would know she had been beaten, taken, and claimed.
Even through half-closed eyes, Katrina could recognize the look on Doug's face. She had opened a door to him, and he had plunged through it. She sensed a debt to be paid. She knew she was the sacrifice that paid that debt. He would have hours alone with her, to beat her belly, power through her sexuality, and plunder her mind. He would exhaust her over his fist and his cock.
She felt his hand tenderly rubbing her soft, pounded belly. She slowly closed her eyes, letting the cool hand comfort her aching belly. She felt her hands trying to touch his, to hold it there, and a small, soft gasp of pleasure fell from her lips. His hand trailed down her lower belly, then over the narrow length of jeans between her bare belly and her pussy. She felt his hand there, easing between her suspended, powerless legs. He found her there, and she drifted into the shaking sexual feeling he chose to make her feel now.