08-04-2008, 03:11 PM
Pure fantasy (part 2) Written by butch
By the time Cheryl was done working over her stomach, Lee had a difficult time remaining conscious. Even Crewcut's smelling salts were not cutting through the pain-induced fog that had fallen over her mind. The torture team was prepared for this eventuality. Within a minute after Cheryl rammed her heel into Lee's belly for the final time, she and Crewcut moved in to loosen the bonds that were stretching Lee's body so tightly over the arched table. Shoving her to the floor, they each grabbed one of Lee's ankles and started dragging her to another part of the building. Lee's eyes were open, but she was not seeing the bare rafters of the ceiling or feeling the roughness of the concrete floor scraping against her half-naked back as they dragged her. If she was aware of anything it was only that the beating had stopped for the moment and that she could draw breath into her lungs without having it violently rammed out of her.
If Lee could feel relief, the feeling was short lived, because her captors had dragged her over to a huge cast iron tub that was the size a large kiddie pool. Crewcut dropped her ankles and grabbed Lee under the arms. He effortlessly lifted her off of the floor and dropped her into the pool. The pool was filled with water and ice blocks, and the shock of the freezing liquid on her beaten body not only shocked Lee back to full consciousness, but also again took her breath away. Crewcut was holding her head under the water, and as she struggled not to drown, her tortured abdominal muscles cramped up in he cold. After all of the abuse, the cramping was hundreds of times more painful than it would normally have been, but there was no merciful fog of unconsciousness to save her as her mind was still wide awake from the cold.
Since the goal was not to drown her, Crewcut quickly yanked Lee out of the tub and onto the ground. She lay shivering and doubled over from the cramp, but he and Cheryl pulled her to her blue-toed feet and half-dragged and half-carried her to another menacing apparatus This was merely a steel bar suspended 12-13 feet off the floor. Two chains with manacles on their ends were linked to the bar. Crewcut climbed a step ladder sitting under the bar, while Cheryl held Lee upright. When he had climbed up a few feet, he reached over and grabbed one of Lee's wrists. Hauling her up with unbelievable strength he closed one of the manacles around the wrist he was holding, and then placed her other wrist in the second. The second woman, a short plain blonde, appeared from nowhere pushing a cart with two large concrete blocks on it. The blocks each had a metal ring coming from the top with short chains and manacles again attached. Each one weighed about 30-35 pounds which unfortunate Lee soon discovered as the blonde attached a block to each of her ankles. The chains were about six inches too short to allow them to reach the ground, so 70 pounds of weight stretched Lee's tendons and again pulled her severely beaten belly taut.
If Lee had not been exhausted and if she has not already undergone two phases of the systematic destruction of her midriff, she might have been able to flex her abs and support the weight attached to her feet while providing some level of defense of what was sure to come. This, of course, was not the case and her belly, still spasm with intermittent cramps, was a vulnerable and pre-tenderized target.
No one had replaced Lee's gag since Cheryl had cut it off, so she began to beg her captors to release her. As she was begging and crying, Crewcut methodically unbuttoned and removed his shirt revealing a torso with boulder sized shoulders and massive arms. Lee's pleas took on a new urgency when she saw Crewcut's physique. He looked twice as powerful as Cheryl and Eduardo combined, and she knew that after all she had been through, she would never survive a beating by him.
Staring at her with a totally passive expression, Crewcut cracked each knuckle on each of his large hands. He had heard such pleas for mercy before, but he knew that Lee deserved what had been done to her as much as she deserved what he was about to do to her. He was a professional, after all, so Lee's offers to return Kent's gifts and even to take him back fell on deaf ears. In the same way, he was not angered when her pleas turned to shouted obscenities as he slowly approached her, since he was going to do the job he was paid to do no matter what she said to him.
Crewcut walked right up to Lee. Her wonderful belly, now mottled with emerging bruises, was just about right in front of his face. If he extended his fist at shoulder-level, it would hit directly at Lee's navel, though his target was slightly lower. He pushed his right fist firmly but slowly into Lee's lower belly. His fist nearly filled the whole space. Once firm, her muscles were too spent to resist and he could penetrate a good few inches. Lee stopped begging, threw her head head back and, through chattering teeth, gave a sigh of utter despair. Lee's sigh may have well been the bell of a boxing match, because no sooner had it left her lips when Crewcut buried his meaty left fist into her glistening stretched-out lower belly. "OOOOUUUUFFFF!!!" The sound came out of Lee as a bellow as the sheer force of the blow shook some of the water off Lee's goose-pimpled body. The left was immediately followed by a crushing right. "UUUNNNGGGGHHH!!!!" Despite the weight stretching her out, Lee's body slightly folded around Crewcut's hand. As he pulled it out, Lee's body was again snapped taut as the weight dropped. The slight swing caused by the was immediately and violently halted by a monstrous left.
Crewcut threw another few power blows into Lee's poor lower belly. She stopped groaning and gasping by the seventh or eighth blow as she was literally blasted into unconsciousness, but he threw four or five more to make sure she was safely out. As Lee slowly rocked back and forth, Crewcut had stepped back and the blonde women came forward. She was carrying a hypodermic needle and a small can of oxygen. She handed the oxygen to Crewcut who climbed the stepladder and put the mask over Lee's face. The blonde, who was the team's medical specialist, then inserted the needle into Lee's thigh. The drug and the oxygen soon did their job, and Lee's eyes slowly came open. Lee couldn't believe that her one refuge had been taken from her, and at that point lost all of her will to resist. Crewcut removed the mask, and without a word moved back in front of Lee. This time he threw much lighter, though still painful, punches that made slapping sounds as his fist hit Lee's bare skin. Lee honestly didn't care. She felt no relief that he was hitting her more gently because she knew he could and he would hit her hard again. Even more distressing to Lee, she knew that when he did hit her hard and knocked her out, they would revive her so he could hit her some more.
Crewcut knew that this was going on in Lee's head. As he punched her like a heavy bag, he could tell that she would no longer resist even if she found the strength to do so. He also knew that he couldn't stop until the third man who had not yet emerged from the darkness so that Lee could see him. So after a few more lighter blows, he began swinging with force again. And, in spite of the amphetamine that flowed through her body and in spite of the stinging cold, each destructive, powerful punch took its toll, and Lee again passed out.
An outside observer would have been amazed by the amount of abuse that Lee's tiny belly had already absorbed. Even iron-fisted Crewcut had to admire the resilience of the beautiful bare abdomen and its owner as he pounded away on it. Unfortunately for Lee, even though she had already lost consciousness and been revived four times and had taken at least 50 of Crewcut's violent punches to her lower belly as 70 pounds of weight around her ankles stretched her taut, the worst was still yet to come.
Lee didn't have the air or the energy to even groan anymore while she was being pounded. Her stomach was so beaten that she could no longer even feel the blows, or at least distinguish the pain from the new punches from the accumulated pain from the near-hour of non-stop abuse of her belly. Even this mercy did not prevent her from passing out again after Crewcut had mustered his strength for one final, epic blow. Despite the weight stretching her out, the force of his fist penetrated deep into Lee's body and began to fold her like a jackknife Crewcut believed he could feel her spine and held his fist inside of her. Lee had already lost consciousness, so she did not feel him grinding his big hand into her, further compacting her traumatized organs. When Crewcut removed his fist, Lee just rocked back and forth with her head lolled back and her eyes tightly shut. Amphetamines, oxygen, and even another dunk in the ice water would not revive her this time.
As the only act of mercy shown to her so far, the small blond woman came forward and removed the weight from Lee's feet. Aside from that, the team just let her hang there and without receiving any more punishment, almost daring her to recover her strength. Each of the members was really jazzed by the experience. Somehow the combination of the supple beauty of Lee's belly, her total helplessness and vulnerability, and the sheer brutality of what they were doing to her was a turn-on even to these hardened professionals. Cheryl, for instance, had been in many competitive fights and dished out numerous beatings as part of her job, but she had never turned loose all of her fury and used all of her skills on just one small part of another person's body. (See part II) Cheryl believed that no one in history had ever tortured a navel as extensively as she had Lee's pert and annoying little belly button, and that made Cheryl proud and turned on at the same time. In spite of all she had done to Lee herself and what she saw the others do to her, looking at Lee's helpless body dangling in front of her, she wanted to send a new barrage of flying kicks and knife-hand jabs into the stuck-up beauty queen's gut.
Cheryl, like the others knew they would have to wait, but they all hungered to take the torture session to the next level. Logic told them that she could not continue to take such abuse, but they were beyond logic at this point and into a new level of arousal. No one was feeling more complicated emotions than the man who was responsible for the whole thing. The third man was, of course, Kent, and as much as he enjoyed watching the suffering the others had caused Lee, he knew that he would never fully appreciated his revenge until he felt his own fists and knees and feet contacting with Lee's stomach. Now he had to wait, however, and hope that Lee could recover enough from all of the prior abuse so that she would be conscious enough to experience what he personally had in store for her.
To be continued
By the time Cheryl was done working over her stomach, Lee had a difficult time remaining conscious. Even Crewcut's smelling salts were not cutting through the pain-induced fog that had fallen over her mind. The torture team was prepared for this eventuality. Within a minute after Cheryl rammed her heel into Lee's belly for the final time, she and Crewcut moved in to loosen the bonds that were stretching Lee's body so tightly over the arched table. Shoving her to the floor, they each grabbed one of Lee's ankles and started dragging her to another part of the building. Lee's eyes were open, but she was not seeing the bare rafters of the ceiling or feeling the roughness of the concrete floor scraping against her half-naked back as they dragged her. If she was aware of anything it was only that the beating had stopped for the moment and that she could draw breath into her lungs without having it violently rammed out of her.
If Lee could feel relief, the feeling was short lived, because her captors had dragged her over to a huge cast iron tub that was the size a large kiddie pool. Crewcut dropped her ankles and grabbed Lee under the arms. He effortlessly lifted her off of the floor and dropped her into the pool. The pool was filled with water and ice blocks, and the shock of the freezing liquid on her beaten body not only shocked Lee back to full consciousness, but also again took her breath away. Crewcut was holding her head under the water, and as she struggled not to drown, her tortured abdominal muscles cramped up in he cold. After all of the abuse, the cramping was hundreds of times more painful than it would normally have been, but there was no merciful fog of unconsciousness to save her as her mind was still wide awake from the cold.
Since the goal was not to drown her, Crewcut quickly yanked Lee out of the tub and onto the ground. She lay shivering and doubled over from the cramp, but he and Cheryl pulled her to her blue-toed feet and half-dragged and half-carried her to another menacing apparatus This was merely a steel bar suspended 12-13 feet off the floor. Two chains with manacles on their ends were linked to the bar. Crewcut climbed a step ladder sitting under the bar, while Cheryl held Lee upright. When he had climbed up a few feet, he reached over and grabbed one of Lee's wrists. Hauling her up with unbelievable strength he closed one of the manacles around the wrist he was holding, and then placed her other wrist in the second. The second woman, a short plain blonde, appeared from nowhere pushing a cart with two large concrete blocks on it. The blocks each had a metal ring coming from the top with short chains and manacles again attached. Each one weighed about 30-35 pounds which unfortunate Lee soon discovered as the blonde attached a block to each of her ankles. The chains were about six inches too short to allow them to reach the ground, so 70 pounds of weight stretched Lee's tendons and again pulled her severely beaten belly taut.
If Lee had not been exhausted and if she has not already undergone two phases of the systematic destruction of her midriff, she might have been able to flex her abs and support the weight attached to her feet while providing some level of defense of what was sure to come. This, of course, was not the case and her belly, still spasm with intermittent cramps, was a vulnerable and pre-tenderized target.
No one had replaced Lee's gag since Cheryl had cut it off, so she began to beg her captors to release her. As she was begging and crying, Crewcut methodically unbuttoned and removed his shirt revealing a torso with boulder sized shoulders and massive arms. Lee's pleas took on a new urgency when she saw Crewcut's physique. He looked twice as powerful as Cheryl and Eduardo combined, and she knew that after all she had been through, she would never survive a beating by him.
Staring at her with a totally passive expression, Crewcut cracked each knuckle on each of his large hands. He had heard such pleas for mercy before, but he knew that Lee deserved what had been done to her as much as she deserved what he was about to do to her. He was a professional, after all, so Lee's offers to return Kent's gifts and even to take him back fell on deaf ears. In the same way, he was not angered when her pleas turned to shouted obscenities as he slowly approached her, since he was going to do the job he was paid to do no matter what she said to him.
Crewcut walked right up to Lee. Her wonderful belly, now mottled with emerging bruises, was just about right in front of his face. If he extended his fist at shoulder-level, it would hit directly at Lee's navel, though his target was slightly lower. He pushed his right fist firmly but slowly into Lee's lower belly. His fist nearly filled the whole space. Once firm, her muscles were too spent to resist and he could penetrate a good few inches. Lee stopped begging, threw her head head back and, through chattering teeth, gave a sigh of utter despair. Lee's sigh may have well been the bell of a boxing match, because no sooner had it left her lips when Crewcut buried his meaty left fist into her glistening stretched-out lower belly. "OOOOUUUUFFFF!!!" The sound came out of Lee as a bellow as the sheer force of the blow shook some of the water off Lee's goose-pimpled body. The left was immediately followed by a crushing right. "UUUNNNGGGGHHH!!!!" Despite the weight stretching her out, Lee's body slightly folded around Crewcut's hand. As he pulled it out, Lee's body was again snapped taut as the weight dropped. The slight swing caused by the was immediately and violently halted by a monstrous left.
Crewcut threw another few power blows into Lee's poor lower belly. She stopped groaning and gasping by the seventh or eighth blow as she was literally blasted into unconsciousness, but he threw four or five more to make sure she was safely out. As Lee slowly rocked back and forth, Crewcut had stepped back and the blonde women came forward. She was carrying a hypodermic needle and a small can of oxygen. She handed the oxygen to Crewcut who climbed the stepladder and put the mask over Lee's face. The blonde, who was the team's medical specialist, then inserted the needle into Lee's thigh. The drug and the oxygen soon did their job, and Lee's eyes slowly came open. Lee couldn't believe that her one refuge had been taken from her, and at that point lost all of her will to resist. Crewcut removed the mask, and without a word moved back in front of Lee. This time he threw much lighter, though still painful, punches that made slapping sounds as his fist hit Lee's bare skin. Lee honestly didn't care. She felt no relief that he was hitting her more gently because she knew he could and he would hit her hard again. Even more distressing to Lee, she knew that when he did hit her hard and knocked her out, they would revive her so he could hit her some more.
Crewcut knew that this was going on in Lee's head. As he punched her like a heavy bag, he could tell that she would no longer resist even if she found the strength to do so. He also knew that he couldn't stop until the third man who had not yet emerged from the darkness so that Lee could see him. So after a few more lighter blows, he began swinging with force again. And, in spite of the amphetamine that flowed through her body and in spite of the stinging cold, each destructive, powerful punch took its toll, and Lee again passed out.
An outside observer would have been amazed by the amount of abuse that Lee's tiny belly had already absorbed. Even iron-fisted Crewcut had to admire the resilience of the beautiful bare abdomen and its owner as he pounded away on it. Unfortunately for Lee, even though she had already lost consciousness and been revived four times and had taken at least 50 of Crewcut's violent punches to her lower belly as 70 pounds of weight around her ankles stretched her taut, the worst was still yet to come.
Lee didn't have the air or the energy to even groan anymore while she was being pounded. Her stomach was so beaten that she could no longer even feel the blows, or at least distinguish the pain from the new punches from the accumulated pain from the near-hour of non-stop abuse of her belly. Even this mercy did not prevent her from passing out again after Crewcut had mustered his strength for one final, epic blow. Despite the weight stretching her out, the force of his fist penetrated deep into Lee's body and began to fold her like a jackknife Crewcut believed he could feel her spine and held his fist inside of her. Lee had already lost consciousness, so she did not feel him grinding his big hand into her, further compacting her traumatized organs. When Crewcut removed his fist, Lee just rocked back and forth with her head lolled back and her eyes tightly shut. Amphetamines, oxygen, and even another dunk in the ice water would not revive her this time.
As the only act of mercy shown to her so far, the small blond woman came forward and removed the weight from Lee's feet. Aside from that, the team just let her hang there and without receiving any more punishment, almost daring her to recover her strength. Each of the members was really jazzed by the experience. Somehow the combination of the supple beauty of Lee's belly, her total helplessness and vulnerability, and the sheer brutality of what they were doing to her was a turn-on even to these hardened professionals. Cheryl, for instance, had been in many competitive fights and dished out numerous beatings as part of her job, but she had never turned loose all of her fury and used all of her skills on just one small part of another person's body. (See part II) Cheryl believed that no one in history had ever tortured a navel as extensively as she had Lee's pert and annoying little belly button, and that made Cheryl proud and turned on at the same time. In spite of all she had done to Lee herself and what she saw the others do to her, looking at Lee's helpless body dangling in front of her, she wanted to send a new barrage of flying kicks and knife-hand jabs into the stuck-up beauty queen's gut.
Cheryl, like the others knew they would have to wait, but they all hungered to take the torture session to the next level. Logic told them that she could not continue to take such abuse, but they were beyond logic at this point and into a new level of arousal. No one was feeling more complicated emotions than the man who was responsible for the whole thing. The third man was, of course, Kent, and as much as he enjoyed watching the suffering the others had caused Lee, he knew that he would never fully appreciated his revenge until he felt his own fists and knees and feet contacting with Lee's stomach. Now he had to wait, however, and hope that Lee could recover enough from all of the prior abuse so that she would be conscious enough to experience what he personally had in store for her.
To be continued