01-08-2010, 10:07 AM
Danielle was well brought up girl. She was raised by a good family, the only girl with 4 older brothers. She was about 5'7" and 120 lbs. She was a smart, well mannered girl, and seemed to never be in any trouble. on the surface that is.
Danielle was a recovering coke addict, a habit she picked up at college. She had spent so much money on drugs that she was forced to sell weed back home to make extra money. She would buy marijuana in bulk from her dealer named Ronnie. This week however, she knew she was in trouble, she had smoked up a lot of her friends, and given away a lot of weed for free. She owed Ronnie $400, but all she had was $100. she knew he wouldnt be happy.
Ronnie grew up in a gang in a bad part of town. He was raised in a violent house hold, so he had some issues of his own. He was no bullshit when it came to his money.
They decided to meet up where they always do, in the dark alleyway behind the local pharmacy. Danielle pulled up in her buick. She got out, feeling nervous and afraid. She wasnt sure if he would hit her or not, but she grew up with 4 brothers, so she figured she could take a little bit of a beating if it came to that. She happened to be looking very sexy tonight. She was wearing a tight, dark green flannel shirt with black stripes, with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. she had tight black jeans on, cut very low, about 4-5 inches below her belly button. this, along with her tight flannel shirt, made her body appear very solid, with her lower stomach showing from right below the belly button. she moderately tanned freckled skin, and medium length dark brown hair. her stomach was toned and firm, and she had a visible hint of a 4 pack at least.
Ronnie got out of his car across the alleyway, accompanied by his friend Demarcus, and they met her in the middle. "What do you got for me?" he says. "Dont get too mad, but i only 100 right now. I can get you the rest by next week." He took the money and shoved it into his pocket. "You only have 100 out of the 400? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with you white bitch." Ronnie took an angry step closer. "Hey im not a fucking bitch, and i said i can get you that money by next week dipshit." Danielle immediately regretted saying that, as she started to feel uneasy about herself. Ronnie was very close to her, but just then he half turned away, as if he was walking back to his car. But suddenly, he jolted around and punched Danielle directly in the middle of the stomach. "OOOOOLPH" she heaved, as she doubled over and her nicely toned forearms covered her belly. she was in a bad way.
With his left hand, Ronnie grabbed her chin and pulled her up. He then smacked her hard in the face with his right hand. she reeled backwards onto the hood of her own car. she layed there, face and belly first on her hood, and rolled to one side so her stomach was facing the same direction as the front of her car. Her shirt had risen up a few inches, exposing her sexy toned midsection, but not even her stomach could take what was coming.
Ronnie saw the opening while she was on her hood, and uppercut punched Danielle in the stomach again. she doubled forward, clutching her stomach again, as ronnie motioned his friend to come over. Demarcus walked over and held Danielle's arms behind her back, in sort of a reverse full nelson. "Since you owe me $300, im going to hit you 3 times," said Ronnie, with a cold look on his face. "No cmon please, i told you i'd.... OOOOGHF" was her last word as Ronnie drilled a punch high into the young girls stomach. He put his left hand on her shoulder, and repeated a similar uppercut into her belly, tyring to punch through that tight flannel shirt. He then took a step back, and delivered a brutal side kick, with his foot planting itself into the girl's firm stomach. "UHHHHGH...fuck you," Danielle uttered through gasping breaths. He told Demarcus to let her go. As he did, she fell to the ground on two knees and clutched her aching belly in her arms. this was the worst pain she was ever in. she had never been hit this hard or this many times in the stomach before.
Ronnie picked her up by the shirt and said, "stand up straight and move your arms, or i'll break your nose." reluctantly, she did what he said. "Next time, it'll be worse," he said. He backed her against the side of her car, at this point, she was gasping for air and nearly crying. He put his left hand on her right shoulder and said, "you have til friday." With that, he drew his right arm back, and punched Danielle so hard in the stomach that his fist was almost entirely lost in that flannel shirt. "OOOOOLFF" she let out as she doubled over once again, clutching her stomach tight with both arms. "please, no more," she pleaded. Ronnie and Demarcus got in their car and drove away. Danielle slid down the side of her car, where she sat with her head drooping into her knees, and her arms across her beaten belly.
She sat there for about 30 mins, and finally gathered the strength to get up into her car. She had to walk slowly, and still had her left hand on her stomach. When she got home, she went upstairs to her bedroom. Her abs hurt to move up the stairs. she got into her room, and stripped off the flannel shirt to examine her body. she stood in front of her mirror in her tight black jeans and black bra. her abs had begun to turn black and blue, and her stomach looked like it had been run over. She laid in bed the rest of the night, unable to sleep, thinking of how to get Ronnies money, and fearing what else he might do to her. All the while she's massaging her sore stomach, reliving the pain of that beating.
Danielle was a recovering coke addict, a habit she picked up at college. She had spent so much money on drugs that she was forced to sell weed back home to make extra money. She would buy marijuana in bulk from her dealer named Ronnie. This week however, she knew she was in trouble, she had smoked up a lot of her friends, and given away a lot of weed for free. She owed Ronnie $400, but all she had was $100. she knew he wouldnt be happy.
Ronnie grew up in a gang in a bad part of town. He was raised in a violent house hold, so he had some issues of his own. He was no bullshit when it came to his money.
They decided to meet up where they always do, in the dark alleyway behind the local pharmacy. Danielle pulled up in her buick. She got out, feeling nervous and afraid. She wasnt sure if he would hit her or not, but she grew up with 4 brothers, so she figured she could take a little bit of a beating if it came to that. She happened to be looking very sexy tonight. She was wearing a tight, dark green flannel shirt with black stripes, with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows. she had tight black jeans on, cut very low, about 4-5 inches below her belly button. this, along with her tight flannel shirt, made her body appear very solid, with her lower stomach showing from right below the belly button. she moderately tanned freckled skin, and medium length dark brown hair. her stomach was toned and firm, and she had a visible hint of a 4 pack at least.
Ronnie got out of his car across the alleyway, accompanied by his friend Demarcus, and they met her in the middle. "What do you got for me?" he says. "Dont get too mad, but i only 100 right now. I can get you the rest by next week." He took the money and shoved it into his pocket. "You only have 100 out of the 400? Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with you white bitch." Ronnie took an angry step closer. "Hey im not a fucking bitch, and i said i can get you that money by next week dipshit." Danielle immediately regretted saying that, as she started to feel uneasy about herself. Ronnie was very close to her, but just then he half turned away, as if he was walking back to his car. But suddenly, he jolted around and punched Danielle directly in the middle of the stomach. "OOOOOLPH" she heaved, as she doubled over and her nicely toned forearms covered her belly. she was in a bad way.
With his left hand, Ronnie grabbed her chin and pulled her up. He then smacked her hard in the face with his right hand. she reeled backwards onto the hood of her own car. she layed there, face and belly first on her hood, and rolled to one side so her stomach was facing the same direction as the front of her car. Her shirt had risen up a few inches, exposing her sexy toned midsection, but not even her stomach could take what was coming.
Ronnie saw the opening while she was on her hood, and uppercut punched Danielle in the stomach again. she doubled forward, clutching her stomach again, as ronnie motioned his friend to come over. Demarcus walked over and held Danielle's arms behind her back, in sort of a reverse full nelson. "Since you owe me $300, im going to hit you 3 times," said Ronnie, with a cold look on his face. "No cmon please, i told you i'd.... OOOOGHF" was her last word as Ronnie drilled a punch high into the young girls stomach. He put his left hand on her shoulder, and repeated a similar uppercut into her belly, tyring to punch through that tight flannel shirt. He then took a step back, and delivered a brutal side kick, with his foot planting itself into the girl's firm stomach. "UHHHHGH...fuck you," Danielle uttered through gasping breaths. He told Demarcus to let her go. As he did, she fell to the ground on two knees and clutched her aching belly in her arms. this was the worst pain she was ever in. she had never been hit this hard or this many times in the stomach before.
Ronnie picked her up by the shirt and said, "stand up straight and move your arms, or i'll break your nose." reluctantly, she did what he said. "Next time, it'll be worse," he said. He backed her against the side of her car, at this point, she was gasping for air and nearly crying. He put his left hand on her right shoulder and said, "you have til friday." With that, he drew his right arm back, and punched Danielle so hard in the stomach that his fist was almost entirely lost in that flannel shirt. "OOOOOLFF" she let out as she doubled over once again, clutching her stomach tight with both arms. "please, no more," she pleaded. Ronnie and Demarcus got in their car and drove away. Danielle slid down the side of her car, where she sat with her head drooping into her knees, and her arms across her beaten belly.
She sat there for about 30 mins, and finally gathered the strength to get up into her car. She had to walk slowly, and still had her left hand on her stomach. When she got home, she went upstairs to her bedroom. Her abs hurt to move up the stairs. she got into her room, and stripped off the flannel shirt to examine her body. she stood in front of her mirror in her tight black jeans and black bra. her abs had begun to turn black and blue, and her stomach looked like it had been run over. She laid in bed the rest of the night, unable to sleep, thinking of how to get Ronnies money, and fearing what else he might do to her. All the while she's massaging her sore stomach, reliving the pain of that beating.