08-04-2008, 11:50 PM
Stomach Punch Fantasy Written by Jason
A sixteen-year-old girl went to a beach wearing a bikini. There was a sign posted that said females were not allowed to wear swimsuits that showed their stomachs, but she didn't see the sign for some reason.
After a few minutes, she was grabbed roughly by a guy and escorted to the headquarters of the beach. There were several men there, and one of them said to her, "We have a strict policy against girls showing their stomachs at this beach, and we have ways of dealing girls who break the rule." Her arms were pinned behind her back by the guy who had brought her in, and a huge burly guy with black leather gloves doubled up his fist and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried as she felt the hard leather slam into her bare stomach.
She was in so much pain that she was worried that she had been injured by this guy. "We have Rocky here work on the stomachs of the girls who expose them," explained the guy who had spoken earlier. He nodded his head, and the huge guy punched her a second time as hard as he could. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried as she took the second punch.
These punches were making her really sick to her stomach, and she felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. She took a third punch to the stomach and cried out again. By this time, her bra was soaked with tears and sweat. There were more tears than sweat; the pain was so great.
She felt the guy's fist slam into her stomach a fourth time. She couldn't even think about breathing. She desperately wanted to clutch her stomach but couldn't because her arms were pinned back. She took eight more punches before she was finally released.
She was then taken out of the headquarters through the back door. She was held and punched two more times in the stomach and then dumped right there on the ground. "Don't show your stomach around here again," said the guy who had beaten her up so bad. She clutched her sixteen-year-old stomach for the better part of an hour before she managed to find enough strength to go home. Not only did she never show her stomach at that beach again. She never showed herself there either.'
A sixteen-year-old girl went to a beach wearing a bikini. There was a sign posted that said females were not allowed to wear swimsuits that showed their stomachs, but she didn't see the sign for some reason.
After a few minutes, she was grabbed roughly by a guy and escorted to the headquarters of the beach. There were several men there, and one of them said to her, "We have a strict policy against girls showing their stomachs at this beach, and we have ways of dealing girls who break the rule." Her arms were pinned behind her back by the guy who had brought her in, and a huge burly guy with black leather gloves doubled up his fist and punched her in the stomach as hard as he could. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried as she felt the hard leather slam into her bare stomach.
She was in so much pain that she was worried that she had been injured by this guy. "We have Rocky here work on the stomachs of the girls who expose them," explained the guy who had spoken earlier. He nodded his head, and the huge guy punched her a second time as hard as he could. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried as she took the second punch.
These punches were making her really sick to her stomach, and she felt like she was going to throw up at any moment. She took a third punch to the stomach and cried out again. By this time, her bra was soaked with tears and sweat. There were more tears than sweat; the pain was so great.
She felt the guy's fist slam into her stomach a fourth time. She couldn't even think about breathing. She desperately wanted to clutch her stomach but couldn't because her arms were pinned back. She took eight more punches before she was finally released.
She was then taken out of the headquarters through the back door. She was held and punched two more times in the stomach and then dumped right there on the ground. "Don't show your stomach around here again," said the guy who had beaten her up so bad. She clutched her sixteen-year-old stomach for the better part of an hour before she managed to find enough strength to go home. Not only did she never show her stomach at that beach again. She never showed herself there either.'