http://nestoryarchive.com/ Mon, 06 Feb 2012 13:11:45 +0000 MyBB http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13604 Fri, 03 Feb 2012 20:35:19 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13604 When I couldn’t control myself any further I devised a plan. Even though Melissa and her brother studied at the same school they went home separately. Melissa walked while her brother biked and they never interfered in each other’s lives at school as they had different friend circles. I knew that her brother took off right as school ended while Melissa hung around in the playground eating and chatting with her girlfriends and was the last to leave on foot at around 6 PM.
Melissa’s mother didn’t know me as I never went to her house with her brother and Melissa had just seen me maybe once or twice with her brother. As it was her brother’s and my last year at high school and after that we were supposed to go to college, his mother and he decided to go on a month long trip to SoCal just to indulge in some fun leaving Melissa alone with a nanny. My plan was perfect. To get hold of Melissa during this time and punch her pot belly good.
It was still summer in October and Melissa always showed up to school in her tight tank tops and boy shorts. She never cared about the cute rolls of fat falling over her tight waist bands or the ribbed cotton of the tank top stretched taut over her soft, tight pot belly. The day my plan was to be executed I found Melissa at lunch time with 2 of her friends at the cafeteria enjoying her double cheeseburger with fries and milkshake in her tight black tank top and yellow short shorts. My plan involved waiting until 6 PM for all her girlfriends to leave and then show up when she’s alone at the playground. I would talk to her casually and then take her to the basement of an abandoned building nearby. She was quite naïve for her age which made it easier for me to execute my devilish plan. I had purchased brand new hard leather driving gloves only for tonight.
I made it to the playground at around 5:45 to see Melissa’s friends ready to leave and Melissa gorging herself on half a gallon container of ice cream. I felt intense pleasure in thinking about making Melissa vomit all that she pigged on that day. Once I saw her girlfriends leave I made my way towards her. I introduced myself casually with a fake name and offered her a box of cookies which she gladly accepted, opened up right away and started dipping them in her ice cream and consuming them with extreme gluttony.
I was happy that she didn’t recognize me but even if she did it really didn’t matter as I was going to move to a different city before her brother arrived. It was easy to convince her to take a walk and she pulled up her heavy self from the bench. I noticed her plump pot belly full with all the food stuffed in it, jiggling like jelly. It appeared so soft and smooth and full, so inviting! Her bare thighs were rubbing furiously against one another as she walked and her voluptuous behind jiggled with each step. She was way too friendly with a stranger and finally we arrived at the abandoned building. We went to the basement where I locked the door behind us. Her food was finished by now and her stomach was bulging out very far from within the thin material of her black tank top.
As soon as we were in there my devil face came forward and I pushed her hard on the ground. She fell with a shriek and I saw that she had hurt her knee and there were tears in her eyes. I couldn’t contain my excitement any further and put on my hard leather gloves. I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against a wall. Her one hand was trying to soothe her hurt knee while the other went up to relieve herself from the yanked hurting hair. Seeing her in this very vulnerable position I brought back my free hand’s gloved fist and with intense force I landed my fist in her soft, unsuspecting, bulging pot belly.
What came soon after was a sight to behold and a moment to be remembered for a lifetime. While she was screaming and crying when I held her, as soon as the punch contacted her belly, the screaming stopped, the eyes bulged like they were about to fall out, the lips made a perfect “O” shape and a deep, guttural and demonish hoarse sound emanated from deep within her throat. I let her go after that which resulted in her desperately grabbing her punched mid section which was undoubtedly hurting as hell and falling down on the ground crying uncontrollably.
The adrenaline rush that I felt after that one punch only was so high that I felt like cumming right there in my pants. Controlling myself though, I again pulled her up by her dirty blonde hair and pushed her back against the wall. Her stomach was too badly hurt for her to pay attention to her hair getting yanked and her hands still covered her punched abdomen. I tightened the grip on her hair tenfold which caused her to scream and pull back her hands towards her hair leaving her belly wide open. I again pulled back my gloved fist hard and brought it crashing very intensely right into the center of her soft, bulging, squishy pot belly. This time though I left the fist in there, twisting and turning it for a while for extra effect.
My effort didn’t go unrewarded and I had to move back instantly to avoid drenching myself in the bucketload of vomit that flew out of her punched bowels and made a projectile progress towards the ground right in front of where I was standing. I missed by a few inches thankfully and couldn’t help but smile at the vision before me. Melissa sitting down on the ground, holding her punched gut with expressions of deep agony and no sound but a low groaning coming from her puke covered lips and mouth.
A few drops of the disgusting puke also stained her clothes a bit which wasn’t even 0.0001% of her concern right now! I couldn’t help but admire my handiwork with a raging hard on. Her voice seemed to be completely lost and only the deep echoes of droning groans were to be heard which sounded like eternal music to my ears. I knew I wasn’t finished yet and in order to keep her alive I had to give her one more solid punch harder the two bombs that I dropped before. It was more thrilling to see how the lovely pot belly of hers was so poorly unsuspecting that two hard punches left her in a half dead state!
When she showed no signs of getting up or improving even after 5 minutes of the last punch I decided to give her some more time to recover as I wanted her to feel the final devastation completely and clearly. After about 5 more minutes her groans grew softer and breathing grew harder which seemed to have stopped until now. She also sat up straighter on her back but her hands still clenched her pot belly which was horribly aching from the two belly punches from hell which had found their way into her soft, bulging stomach – the second of which didn’t leave without taking a bucket full of vomit with it.
After 2 more minutes she was sensible enough to finally rest her unfocused eyes on my grinning face. The eyes were still glazed and didn’t seem to convey anything. I thought it was time and that before I dirty my pants I should let the last one in! So once again I put my hand forward to grab her by the hair. This time surprisingly enough Melissa had recovered enough to bring one of her hands up from her hurting belly to stop me from grabbing her hair once again. I was amazed at her guts but they were still weak enough not to stop me. So as she rested her hand on my forearm I regardlessly yanked her hair so tight this time that if her scalp weren’t so strong they’d come into my hand! She gave a high pitched scream on experiencing the very tight and painful explosion in her head that she instantly stood up against the wall with both hands trying to free her uprooting hair.
I set my sights for the final time on her soft, destroyed but still bulging pot belly quivering horribly from the pain inflicted upon it since a few minutes. I brought my free hand’s gloved fist back with all the recoil force in the world I could have and clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes to bring forward possibly the hardest punch I could ever deliver in my life! This time all hell broke loose though. I had an intention of twisting my fist in her belly for longer than last time but I never got a chance! As soon as the diamond hard, leather gloved fist blasted into her soft, bulging gut, a thick waterfall of dirty vomit emerged from her mouth, almost choking her in the process and it kept falling for a good 15 seconds emptying her once full stomach of all it’s contents. Some of it fell on my jacket too which was the least of my concern at the moment. I decided not to move back now as my clothes were already stained but I kept my fist – hard as a rock, buried deep within her soft, warm – now empty belly for quite some time. She was now totally cross-eyed and her hands flailed hopelessly by her side, her hair covered half her face, tongue hanging out and her pathetic body was lying on the ground moving very slightly. I noticed her yellow shorts stained dark at the front. The bitch had pissed herself!
I couldn’t help but stand over her almost lifeless form, hands raised in a victory stance, my member hard erect waiting for a release desperately! After getting a full lustful taste of my handiwork and the effects produced by my faithful gloved fist, I decided to leave the slithering form to rot and go home, pack my stuff for the early morning journey. I never heard what happened to Melissa or her family after that. But what happened that night was indeed the plump girl’s nightmare and an unforgettable heavenly memory for me.
[/b][/size][/font]]]> When I couldn’t control myself any further I devised a plan. Even though Melissa and her brother studied at the same school they went home separately. Melissa walked while her brother biked and they never interfered in each other’s lives at school as they had different friend circles. I knew that her brother took off right as school ended while Melissa hung around in the playground eating and chatting with her girlfriends and was the last to leave on foot at around 6 PM.
Melissa’s mother didn’t know me as I never went to her house with her brother and Melissa had just seen me maybe once or twice with her brother. As it was her brother’s and my last year at high school and after that we were supposed to go to college, his mother and he decided to go on a month long trip to SoCal just to indulge in some fun leaving Melissa alone with a nanny. My plan was perfect. To get hold of Melissa during this time and punch her pot belly good.
It was still summer in October and Melissa always showed up to school in her tight tank tops and boy shorts. She never cared about the cute rolls of fat falling over her tight waist bands or the ribbed cotton of the tank top stretched taut over her soft, tight pot belly. The day my plan was to be executed I found Melissa at lunch time with 2 of her friends at the cafeteria enjoying her double cheeseburger with fries and milkshake in her tight black tank top and yellow short shorts. My plan involved waiting until 6 PM for all her girlfriends to leave and then show up when she’s alone at the playground. I would talk to her casually and then take her to the basement of an abandoned building nearby. She was quite naïve for her age which made it easier for me to execute my devilish plan. I had purchased brand new hard leather driving gloves only for tonight.
I made it to the playground at around 5:45 to see Melissa’s friends ready to leave and Melissa gorging herself on half a gallon container of ice cream. I felt intense pleasure in thinking about making Melissa vomit all that she pigged on that day. Once I saw her girlfriends leave I made my way towards her. I introduced myself casually with a fake name and offered her a box of cookies which she gladly accepted, opened up right away and started dipping them in her ice cream and consuming them with extreme gluttony.
I was happy that she didn’t recognize me but even if she did it really didn’t matter as I was going to move to a different city before her brother arrived. It was easy to convince her to take a walk and she pulled up her heavy self from the bench. I noticed her plump pot belly full with all the food stuffed in it, jiggling like jelly. It appeared so soft and smooth and full, so inviting! Her bare thighs were rubbing furiously against one another as she walked and her voluptuous behind jiggled with each step. She was way too friendly with a stranger and finally we arrived at the abandoned building. We went to the basement where I locked the door behind us. Her food was finished by now and her stomach was bulging out very far from within the thin material of her black tank top.
As soon as we were in there my devil face came forward and I pushed her hard on the ground. She fell with a shriek and I saw that she had hurt her knee and there were tears in her eyes. I couldn’t contain my excitement any further and put on my hard leather gloves. I pulled her up by her hair and pushed her against a wall. Her one hand was trying to soothe her hurt knee while the other went up to relieve herself from the yanked hurting hair. Seeing her in this very vulnerable position I brought back my free hand’s gloved fist and with intense force I landed my fist in her soft, unsuspecting, bulging pot belly.
What came soon after was a sight to behold and a moment to be remembered for a lifetime. While she was screaming and crying when I held her, as soon as the punch contacted her belly, the screaming stopped, the eyes bulged like they were about to fall out, the lips made a perfect “O” shape and a deep, guttural and demonish hoarse sound emanated from deep within her throat. I let her go after that which resulted in her desperately grabbing her punched mid section which was undoubtedly hurting as hell and falling down on the ground crying uncontrollably.
The adrenaline rush that I felt after that one punch only was so high that I felt like cumming right there in my pants. Controlling myself though, I again pulled her up by her dirty blonde hair and pushed her back against the wall. Her stomach was too badly hurt for her to pay attention to her hair getting yanked and her hands still covered her punched abdomen. I tightened the grip on her hair tenfold which caused her to scream and pull back her hands towards her hair leaving her belly wide open. I again pulled back my gloved fist hard and brought it crashing very intensely right into the center of her soft, bulging, squishy pot belly. This time though I left the fist in there, twisting and turning it for a while for extra effect.
My effort didn’t go unrewarded and I had to move back instantly to avoid drenching myself in the bucketload of vomit that flew out of her punched bowels and made a projectile progress towards the ground right in front of where I was standing. I missed by a few inches thankfully and couldn’t help but smile at the vision before me. Melissa sitting down on the ground, holding her punched gut with expressions of deep agony and no sound but a low groaning coming from her puke covered lips and mouth.
A few drops of the disgusting puke also stained her clothes a bit which wasn’t even 0.0001% of her concern right now! I couldn’t help but admire my handiwork with a raging hard on. Her voice seemed to be completely lost and only the deep echoes of droning groans were to be heard which sounded like eternal music to my ears. I knew I wasn’t finished yet and in order to keep her alive I had to give her one more solid punch harder the two bombs that I dropped before. It was more thrilling to see how the lovely pot belly of hers was so poorly unsuspecting that two hard punches left her in a half dead state!
When she showed no signs of getting up or improving even after 5 minutes of the last punch I decided to give her some more time to recover as I wanted her to feel the final devastation completely and clearly. After about 5 more minutes her groans grew softer and breathing grew harder which seemed to have stopped until now. She also sat up straighter on her back but her hands still clenched her pot belly which was horribly aching from the two belly punches from hell which had found their way into her soft, bulging stomach – the second of which didn’t leave without taking a bucket full of vomit with it.
After 2 more minutes she was sensible enough to finally rest her unfocused eyes on my grinning face. The eyes were still glazed and didn’t seem to convey anything. I thought it was time and that before I dirty my pants I should let the last one in! So once again I put my hand forward to grab her by the hair. This time surprisingly enough Melissa had recovered enough to bring one of her hands up from her hurting belly to stop me from grabbing her hair once again. I was amazed at her guts but they were still weak enough not to stop me. So as she rested her hand on my forearm I regardlessly yanked her hair so tight this time that if her scalp weren’t so strong they’d come into my hand! She gave a high pitched scream on experiencing the very tight and painful explosion in her head that she instantly stood up against the wall with both hands trying to free her uprooting hair.
I set my sights for the final time on her soft, destroyed but still bulging pot belly quivering horribly from the pain inflicted upon it since a few minutes. I brought my free hand’s gloved fist back with all the recoil force in the world I could have and clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes to bring forward possibly the hardest punch I could ever deliver in my life! This time all hell broke loose though. I had an intention of twisting my fist in her belly for longer than last time but I never got a chance! As soon as the diamond hard, leather gloved fist blasted into her soft, bulging gut, a thick waterfall of dirty vomit emerged from her mouth, almost choking her in the process and it kept falling for a good 15 seconds emptying her once full stomach of all it’s contents. Some of it fell on my jacket too which was the least of my concern at the moment. I decided not to move back now as my clothes were already stained but I kept my fist – hard as a rock, buried deep within her soft, warm – now empty belly for quite some time. She was now totally cross-eyed and her hands flailed hopelessly by her side, her hair covered half her face, tongue hanging out and her pathetic body was lying on the ground moving very slightly. I noticed her yellow shorts stained dark at the front. The bitch had pissed herself!
I couldn’t help but stand over her almost lifeless form, hands raised in a victory stance, my member hard erect waiting for a release desperately! After getting a full lustful taste of my handiwork and the effects produced by my faithful gloved fist, I decided to leave the slithering form to rot and go home, pack my stuff for the early morning journey. I never heard what happened to Melissa or her family after that. But what happened that night was indeed the plump girl’s nightmare and an unforgettable heavenly memory for me.
[/b][/size][/font]]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13603 Fri, 27 Jan 2012 12:37:38 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13603
Abduction
Love & Other Drugs
Semi Pro
Spartan
On Deadly Ground

If anyone knows of any other movies or shows, I'd love to know what they are. Thanks!]]>
Abduction
Love & Other Drugs
Semi Pro
Spartan
On Deadly Ground

If anyone knows of any other movies or shows, I'd love to know what they are. Thanks!]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13602 Mon, 05 Dec 2011 14:05:33 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13602 lip was a bloody mess and it was Yvonnes turn as the threw Laurie against the car Yvonne started punching her in the face with lefts and rights as Laurie's face became a bloody target. Everytime Laurie covered her face Yvonne sunk a fist into her fat belly it looked like Yvonnes list sink right her body as her fat covered Yvonne fist with each punch.Laurie finally fell out cold on her back and Yvonne stood over her and stomped the heel of her foot dowwn into Lauris stretched out belly about five times, Yvonne then tore off her top exposing a huge set of tits and started punching her tits as Laurie started crying Yvonne said talk your shit now bitch and Laurie said I'm sorry stop I give up!. Yvonne pulled her arms over her head and knelt on them pinning her arms down then Yvonne smiled and said now you pay ,and then Yvonne opened her jeans exposing a fat belly and belly button and lit a ciagrette and smoked the cigarette while punching her below the belly button and an occasional shot between Laurie's legs.I finally ran over and told Yvonne thats enough before you kill her Yvonne smiled and said yea your right and then she tood her lit cigatette and died it out right in Laurie fat belly button, you could smell the buring odor as Lauria cried out and once again and passed out.Someone must of called the cops because Yvonne left and as I helped Laurie to her car the cops showed up and called an ambulance for Laurie who was a bloody mess, they questioned me and I just said she was fighting with some girl who drove off and I stayed to help her, they knew I was full of shit but coulden't prove anything so they let me go.A few days later I seen Yvonne and she told me she heard Laurie moved out of state to live with her sister,I guess the fight was more then she could handle or maybe the fact she was afraid Yvonne would get her again either way it was a fight I'll never forget and also showed me a new way to cause pain with a cigarette]]> lip was a bloody mess and it was Yvonnes turn as the threw Laurie against the car Yvonne started punching her in the face with lefts and rights as Laurie's face became a bloody target. Everytime Laurie covered her face Yvonne sunk a fist into her fat belly it looked like Yvonnes list sink right her body as her fat covered Yvonne fist with each punch.Laurie finally fell out cold on her back and Yvonne stood over her and stomped the heel of her foot dowwn into Lauris stretched out belly about five times, Yvonne then tore off her top exposing a huge set of tits and started punching her tits as Laurie started crying Yvonne said talk your shit now bitch and Laurie said I'm sorry stop I give up!. Yvonne pulled her arms over her head and knelt on them pinning her arms down then Yvonne smiled and said now you pay ,and then Yvonne opened her jeans exposing a fat belly and belly button and lit a ciagrette and smoked the cigarette while punching her below the belly button and an occasional shot between Laurie's legs.I finally ran over and told Yvonne thats enough before you kill her Yvonne smiled and said yea your right and then she tood her lit cigatette and died it out right in Laurie fat belly button, you could smell the buring odor as Lauria cried out and once again and passed out.Someone must of called the cops because Yvonne left and as I helped Laurie to her car the cops showed up and called an ambulance for Laurie who was a bloody mess, they questioned me and I just said she was fighting with some girl who drove off and I stayed to help her, they knew I was full of shit but coulden't prove anything so they let me go.A few days later I seen Yvonne and she told me she heard Laurie moved out of state to live with her sister,I guess the fight was more then she could handle or maybe the fact she was afraid Yvonne would get her again either way it was a fight I'll never forget and also showed me a new way to cause pain with a cigarette]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13601 Thu, 01 Dec 2011 04:47:15 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13601 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13600 Mon, 21 Nov 2011 23:00:32 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13600
On Monday the girls packed up two cars and were off. They planned on being gone for at least a week maybe longer. They just had to be back the following Friday for the rehearsal dinner. Trinity drove one car. Her friends Claire and Summer were in the car with her. Shelly drove the other car and Justine and Leslie were in that car. It was going to be a fun week. The girls arrived at the lake house. It was just as Trinity remembered. The house is a white Victorian with a wrap around porch. The landscaping is just perfect with trees and flowers. There are no other houses around. The girls went in the house and picked bedrooms. They decided to unpack and make a snack and then maybe head to the lake for some swimming.

After a snack of fresh fruit, the girls change into their bikinis and head to the lake. Trinity is tall thin and has long dark hair and green eyes. You can tell she works out. She is probably the most fit of the group due to her job as a lifeguard. She is on track to becoming a lieutenant. Claire is a short thin red head with blue eyes. She is a lawyer with a prominent firm practicing family law. Summer is the tiniest of the group, often getting mistaken for a child. She has blond hair and blue eyes and is a teacher. A lot of times her students parents mistake her for part of the class. Shelley is tall and not as thin as the rest of the girls but still in shape. She has auburn hair and grayish eyes and is a computer engineer. Justine and Leslie are identical twins. They have blond hair and blue eyes and couldn't be more different. Justine is a meteorologist and Leslie makes her living as a dancer. She is trying to get on Broadway. All the girls are in their middle 20s. The girls make their way to the lake and swim for a bit then come back to the house to make dinner and get to sleep. They have nothing to worry about here. So they decide to get up early the next day for a workout and then spend the day at the lake or on the porch.

When the girls get back from the lake that night they get the feeling that something isn't right. For some reason they don't feel like they are alone. They go exploring but find nothing. They walk around the property but still nothing. When they get back in the house it appears things have been moved around. But finding nothing they go to bed.

In the morning the girls awaken tied up in the living room. They are all groggy and figure someone drugged them. Their arms and legs are tied and they can't move but because they are blindfolded they can't see whats going on. They can hear people walking around though and then hear a cd player come on. One of the voices tells the others its time to work out and they are going to start with step aerobics. It doesn't take long before the girls figure out they are the steps. Up up down down comes the voice. Up up jog on top and down down. The girls struggle but know its no use. Step aerobics lasts for an hour. The girls are in pain. Shelley almost passes out. The guys next use the girls to do pushups. They place their hands right on the bellybutton of their "step" and do 500 push ups. The girls dont' know who these guys are but they sure are in shape. Next comes an hour long boxing session where the girls are ried to punching bags and kicked and punched in the stomachs. They don't know how much more abuse they can take. The final session of the day will be weights. the girls are used as a weight bench for the guys to sit on stand on or lay on. The more weight they use the more it hurts.

They guys untie the girls but tell them they have to wait 10 minutes to take off the blindfolds. This will give them the chance to get out. They are also told not to try and run away because it is no use. The lake house is surrounded and the guys have the keys to the girls cars. They promise to return the next day.

That night the girls aren't hungry. Thye are exhausted and sore so they go to bed not knowing what kind of nightmare waits for them the next day. %16%

Wednesday morning the girls were woken up by a voice telling them it was time to get dressed in their bikinis and blindfolds. They did as they were told because they were too scared to disobey the voice since they had no idea what would happen if they did. It didn't take them long to get ready and get in the living room. They were to once again be used as steps for step aerobics and punching bags for boxing and a weight bench. The same thing occurs on both Thursday and Friday. The girls stomachs are so sore by the end of the week. BUt they still have no way out of this place because their keys haven't been returned.

They are given the weekend off but told the games will resume on Monday. They try to enjoy the weekend but find it hard to do since they don't know what is waiting for them.

to be continued.....]]>
On Monday the girls packed up two cars and were off. They planned on being gone for at least a week maybe longer. They just had to be back the following Friday for the rehearsal dinner. Trinity drove one car. Her friends Claire and Summer were in the car with her. Shelly drove the other car and Justine and Leslie were in that car. It was going to be a fun week. The girls arrived at the lake house. It was just as Trinity remembered. The house is a white Victorian with a wrap around porch. The landscaping is just perfect with trees and flowers. There are no other houses around. The girls went in the house and picked bedrooms. They decided to unpack and make a snack and then maybe head to the lake for some swimming.

After a snack of fresh fruit, the girls change into their bikinis and head to the lake. Trinity is tall thin and has long dark hair and green eyes. You can tell she works out. She is probably the most fit of the group due to her job as a lifeguard. She is on track to becoming a lieutenant. Claire is a short thin red head with blue eyes. She is a lawyer with a prominent firm practicing family law. Summer is the tiniest of the group, often getting mistaken for a child. She has blond hair and blue eyes and is a teacher. A lot of times her students parents mistake her for part of the class. Shelley is tall and not as thin as the rest of the girls but still in shape. She has auburn hair and grayish eyes and is a computer engineer. Justine and Leslie are identical twins. They have blond hair and blue eyes and couldn't be more different. Justine is a meteorologist and Leslie makes her living as a dancer. She is trying to get on Broadway. All the girls are in their middle 20s. The girls make their way to the lake and swim for a bit then come back to the house to make dinner and get to sleep. They have nothing to worry about here. So they decide to get up early the next day for a workout and then spend the day at the lake or on the porch.

When the girls get back from the lake that night they get the feeling that something isn't right. For some reason they don't feel like they are alone. They go exploring but find nothing. They walk around the property but still nothing. When they get back in the house it appears things have been moved around. But finding nothing they go to bed.

In the morning the girls awaken tied up in the living room. They are all groggy and figure someone drugged them. Their arms and legs are tied and they can't move but because they are blindfolded they can't see whats going on. They can hear people walking around though and then hear a cd player come on. One of the voices tells the others its time to work out and they are going to start with step aerobics. It doesn't take long before the girls figure out they are the steps. Up up down down comes the voice. Up up jog on top and down down. The girls struggle but know its no use. Step aerobics lasts for an hour. The girls are in pain. Shelley almost passes out. The guys next use the girls to do pushups. They place their hands right on the bellybutton of their "step" and do 500 push ups. The girls dont' know who these guys are but they sure are in shape. Next comes an hour long boxing session where the girls are ried to punching bags and kicked and punched in the stomachs. They don't know how much more abuse they can take. The final session of the day will be weights. the girls are used as a weight bench for the guys to sit on stand on or lay on. The more weight they use the more it hurts.

They guys untie the girls but tell them they have to wait 10 minutes to take off the blindfolds. This will give them the chance to get out. They are also told not to try and run away because it is no use. The lake house is surrounded and the guys have the keys to the girls cars. They promise to return the next day.

That night the girls aren't hungry. Thye are exhausted and sore so they go to bed not knowing what kind of nightmare waits for them the next day. %16%

Wednesday morning the girls were woken up by a voice telling them it was time to get dressed in their bikinis and blindfolds. They did as they were told because they were too scared to disobey the voice since they had no idea what would happen if they did. It didn't take them long to get ready and get in the living room. They were to once again be used as steps for step aerobics and punching bags for boxing and a weight bench. The same thing occurs on both Thursday and Friday. The girls stomachs are so sore by the end of the week. BUt they still have no way out of this place because their keys haven't been returned.

They are given the weekend off but told the games will resume on Monday. They try to enjoy the weekend but find it hard to do since they don't know what is waiting for them.

to be continued.....]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13599 Tue, 15 Nov 2011 16:05:56 -0700 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13599
We left our house about seven and drove about 45 minutes to the levy where the restaurant was. As we walked in we were sat at the table that I had requested when I made the reservation. We sit at the same table everytime we go. We at our food and headed out the door to walk to the levy. My wife told me she needed to use the ladies room before we go. I went outside to smoke while I was waiting for her. As I am standing there waiting on her I heard a creepy and very familiar voice behind me. I turned around and it was no one other then the blonde girl that gave my wife the beating of her life two weeks earlier. She turned her head and saw who I was right away. She marched right over to me and asked if I had her money yet. I said no. But you sure as hell took the money out of the beating my wife and I receieved so you can consider that payment.

She turned beat red and started yelling at the top of her lungs. I pulled $2000 out of my back pocket and she instantly calmed down. I told her to walk with me and we would figure this out. After about two or three minutes of talking I handed her all $2000 and she walked away. Just as she turned the corner to go around the building my wife walked out of the restaurant. We clasped arms and started walking towards the levy. Little did she know this would be a night neither one of us would ever forget.

As we walked further down the levy we both stopped to look up at the clear night sky. I had not seen the sky that clear for as long as I can remember. Off to the right my wife noticed a neon sign at the end of the alley. She lookked at me and said she was in the mood for a drink. I told her I thought it best to walk around. She said it was faster and she needed to use the bathroom again. Against my better jusdgement I agreed and we started down the alley. We got about ten- fifteen feet into the alley when we heard whispers behind us. As we turned around to see who it was I was grabbed by my arms and turned around with my back against the wall. There was one guy holding each of my arms and another walking towards me. I did not recognize any of the men. My wife started yelling for help and she turned to run down the alley to call the cops. She did not make it ten feet before I heard the loudest OOOUUUUFFFF I had ever heard. By the time I had noticed what was happening my wife was on her hands and knees gasping for air holding her stomach. From behind the trash cans walked the girl that I had spoke to and handed the $2000 to earlier in the night. She had grin on her face, boots on her feet and her fist was clenched like she was waiting for my wife to get to her feet so she could hit her again.

I was to concerned about her that I was not paying any attention to the my issue at hand. When I realized that I was still being held against the wall I saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I got my head turned to face the guy walking towards me I watched as the wide end of what looked like a baseball bat plunged into the middle of my stomach right above my belly button. I was unflexed and not expecting it. All the air I had left my body and my knees got weak. I could not even cough, I just stayed there trying to ge my breath back when three hard knees rammed into the upper part of my stomach where my ribs and solar plexus were. I could not stand anymore. I fell to my knees. The only thing holding me up at this point was the two guys still holding my arms. The guy in from of me backed up, took four steps and kicked me with steel toed boots right in the belly button. I thought that the pain that I had endured the last beating was bad. But this is something I never expected. The two guys handcuffed my hands behind my back and let me drop to the ground where I laid trying to stay concious and catch my breath.

I could not see good for about thirty seconds. As my sight started to come back I saw one of the guys walking down the alley towards my wife who was starting to stand up. He grabbed her hair and spun her around. The look on her face was pure fear. This is not what I paid the blonde for outside the restaurant. I was the one who was suppose to take the beating not her. She was suppose to be restrained and only punched once or twice. With fear on her face I saw her start to try and back up down the alley. But as soon as she could get started the blonde grabbed her arms and held them above her head. My wife knew had no idea what was coming and I was affraid to see. The man reached in his pocket and grabbed out what looked like a roll of quarters out of his pocket and wrapped his large fist around them. he did not say a word. he walked up and slammed a hard right into her stomach and pointed his hand up at the last minute to make it an uppercut. The punch landed right on her belly button and she went limp. She could not stand on her own but the blonde behind her tightened her grip and forced her upright. The guy threw three fast rights into her stomach right above her belly button but below the plexus. HUUUNNNNNGGGG! OOOUUUUUFFFF! OMG flew out of her mouth with every punch. She became to much weight for the blonde to hold. She buckled after the last punch and dropped to the ground holding her stomach. The two guys that were holding me up a few minutes before hand emerged from behind me and stood to where I could see them. I knew it was my turn again.

The first guy jumped three steps forward and kicked me right in the solar plexus. I wanted to groan but I couldnt. The second guy follwed that kick with the hardest kick I had ever seen that landed right in my belly button. I puked instantly. I was done. I just prayed to god they were too. After the second kick the two men walked over and picked my wife up off the ground. She was still to weak to stand but they were much stronger then the blonde chick and they could hold her weight. The blonde chick walked in front of my wife and grabbed her face to make her look her in the eyes. Remember me Bitch? The blonde chick yelled as my wife was trying to catch her breath. I dont think my wife would know who I was at this point. The blonde stepped back and brought both fists up in a fighting stance. She hit my wife with a left right in the liver, the next punch was a right just under her ribs right in her actual stomach. For about five mintues she alternated with left and rights on the sides of my wife's stomach. She must have punched her 20 times. With each punch my wife let out a sickening grunt that made me want to cry, I can not imagine tha pain she was in. The blonde looked like she had started to slow down a bit when out of nowhere she reached behind her and grabbed a bat that was leaning against the trash can. The two men grabbed my wife's hair and pulled back making her arch her back into a modified back bend. She started to cry. I saw exactly what the blonde saw. As my wife started to cry she was unflexed. Her stomach was being pushed outward because she being made to lean back. The blonde waited for the right time and drove the bat into my wife's belly button as she exhaled. HUUUUNNNGGLLLLLLLL!!!!! was the sound that came out and she instantly fell to the ground. The guys did not let up the hold but my wife was on her knees. The blonde stepped back and kicked my wife in the lower belly just under her navel. She screamed, cried and moaned all at the same time. The two men let her go and she went into a fetal position holding her stomach. The man that had been hitting me looked at the blonde and asked if the job was done. The blonde looked over at me, looked down at my wife and told the man no. Blind fold them and put them in the van. Its time to have some real fun.

This is not what I paid her for. Now I was getting scared....

To Be Continued.....]]>
We left our house about seven and drove about 45 minutes to the levy where the restaurant was. As we walked in we were sat at the table that I had requested when I made the reservation. We sit at the same table everytime we go. We at our food and headed out the door to walk to the levy. My wife told me she needed to use the ladies room before we go. I went outside to smoke while I was waiting for her. As I am standing there waiting on her I heard a creepy and very familiar voice behind me. I turned around and it was no one other then the blonde girl that gave my wife the beating of her life two weeks earlier. She turned her head and saw who I was right away. She marched right over to me and asked if I had her money yet. I said no. But you sure as hell took the money out of the beating my wife and I receieved so you can consider that payment.

She turned beat red and started yelling at the top of her lungs. I pulled $2000 out of my back pocket and she instantly calmed down. I told her to walk with me and we would figure this out. After about two or three minutes of talking I handed her all $2000 and she walked away. Just as she turned the corner to go around the building my wife walked out of the restaurant. We clasped arms and started walking towards the levy. Little did she know this would be a night neither one of us would ever forget.

As we walked further down the levy we both stopped to look up at the clear night sky. I had not seen the sky that clear for as long as I can remember. Off to the right my wife noticed a neon sign at the end of the alley. She lookked at me and said she was in the mood for a drink. I told her I thought it best to walk around. She said it was faster and she needed to use the bathroom again. Against my better jusdgement I agreed and we started down the alley. We got about ten- fifteen feet into the alley when we heard whispers behind us. As we turned around to see who it was I was grabbed by my arms and turned around with my back against the wall. There was one guy holding each of my arms and another walking towards me. I did not recognize any of the men. My wife started yelling for help and she turned to run down the alley to call the cops. She did not make it ten feet before I heard the loudest OOOUUUUFFFF I had ever heard. By the time I had noticed what was happening my wife was on her hands and knees gasping for air holding her stomach. From behind the trash cans walked the girl that I had spoke to and handed the $2000 to earlier in the night. She had grin on her face, boots on her feet and her fist was clenched like she was waiting for my wife to get to her feet so she could hit her again.

I was to concerned about her that I was not paying any attention to the my issue at hand. When I realized that I was still being held against the wall I saw something out of the corner of my eye. As I got my head turned to face the guy walking towards me I watched as the wide end of what looked like a baseball bat plunged into the middle of my stomach right above my belly button. I was unflexed and not expecting it. All the air I had left my body and my knees got weak. I could not even cough, I just stayed there trying to ge my breath back when three hard knees rammed into the upper part of my stomach where my ribs and solar plexus were. I could not stand anymore. I fell to my knees. The only thing holding me up at this point was the two guys still holding my arms. The guy in from of me backed up, took four steps and kicked me with steel toed boots right in the belly button. I thought that the pain that I had endured the last beating was bad. But this is something I never expected. The two guys handcuffed my hands behind my back and let me drop to the ground where I laid trying to stay concious and catch my breath.

I could not see good for about thirty seconds. As my sight started to come back I saw one of the guys walking down the alley towards my wife who was starting to stand up. He grabbed her hair and spun her around. The look on her face was pure fear. This is not what I paid the blonde for outside the restaurant. I was the one who was suppose to take the beating not her. She was suppose to be restrained and only punched once or twice. With fear on her face I saw her start to try and back up down the alley. But as soon as she could get started the blonde grabbed her arms and held them above her head. My wife knew had no idea what was coming and I was affraid to see. The man reached in his pocket and grabbed out what looked like a roll of quarters out of his pocket and wrapped his large fist around them. he did not say a word. he walked up and slammed a hard right into her stomach and pointed his hand up at the last minute to make it an uppercut. The punch landed right on her belly button and she went limp. She could not stand on her own but the blonde behind her tightened her grip and forced her upright. The guy threw three fast rights into her stomach right above her belly button but below the plexus. HUUUNNNNNGGGG! OOOUUUUUFFFF! OMG flew out of her mouth with every punch. She became to much weight for the blonde to hold. She buckled after the last punch and dropped to the ground holding her stomach. The two guys that were holding me up a few minutes before hand emerged from behind me and stood to where I could see them. I knew it was my turn again.

The first guy jumped three steps forward and kicked me right in the solar plexus. I wanted to groan but I couldnt. The second guy follwed that kick with the hardest kick I had ever seen that landed right in my belly button. I puked instantly. I was done. I just prayed to god they were too. After the second kick the two men walked over and picked my wife up off the ground. She was still to weak to stand but they were much stronger then the blonde chick and they could hold her weight. The blonde chick walked in front of my wife and grabbed her face to make her look her in the eyes. Remember me Bitch? The blonde chick yelled as my wife was trying to catch her breath. I dont think my wife would know who I was at this point. The blonde stepped back and brought both fists up in a fighting stance. She hit my wife with a left right in the liver, the next punch was a right just under her ribs right in her actual stomach. For about five mintues she alternated with left and rights on the sides of my wife's stomach. She must have punched her 20 times. With each punch my wife let out a sickening grunt that made me want to cry, I can not imagine tha pain she was in. The blonde looked like she had started to slow down a bit when out of nowhere she reached behind her and grabbed a bat that was leaning against the trash can. The two men grabbed my wife's hair and pulled back making her arch her back into a modified back bend. She started to cry. I saw exactly what the blonde saw. As my wife started to cry she was unflexed. Her stomach was being pushed outward because she being made to lean back. The blonde waited for the right time and drove the bat into my wife's belly button as she exhaled. HUUUUNNNGGLLLLLLLL!!!!! was the sound that came out and she instantly fell to the ground. The guys did not let up the hold but my wife was on her knees. The blonde stepped back and kicked my wife in the lower belly just under her navel. She screamed, cried and moaned all at the same time. The two men let her go and she went into a fetal position holding her stomach. The man that had been hitting me looked at the blonde and asked if the job was done. The blonde looked over at me, looked down at my wife and told the man no. Blind fold them and put them in the van. Its time to have some real fun.

This is not what I paid her for. Now I was getting scared....

To Be Continued.....]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13598 Thu, 03 Nov 2011 04:24:30 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13598 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13595 Sun, 09 Oct 2011 13:59:09 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13595


Before I could get two words out of my mouth the big guy grabbed my right arm and pulled me towards him. It felt like he was going to rip my arm out of the socket. He stepped forward as I was being pulled his direction and threw a right punch, that would have made Mike Tyson envy him, and hit me right in the stomach about two inches above my navel. I have never been hit that hard. I had not time to react all I could do was try to hunch over and protect myself as I caught my breath. But the big guy did not let me have a second to recover. He came up from behind me and pulled my arms above my head.



"Where's the Money you owe my friend for the job you hired her for?" the muscle guy asked me in a deep voice.

"I do not have any money", I said softly still trying to catch my breath.

Apparently we were done talking as of that point because he stepped up and told the big guy that was holding my arms to make sure he did not drop me. The muscle guy threw a right punch that landed just under the top part of my ribs exactly where my stomach is. OUUFFF! Flew out of my mouth before the pain hit. He continued with combos to my stomach like I was a punching bag. Evey punch seem to penetrate easier then the last. For about five minutes he did nothing but hit me. The last punch he threw was an uppercut that connected right on my navel and pushed everything inside me into my chest. I could not stand anymore on my own. My legs were weak, my body was shaking from the pain. Now I know what my wife had been through. Problem was that I liked it and I wanted more.



The big guy changed his grip and I felt something wrapping around my wrists. They were tieing me to the plant hook that was screwed into the ceiling. At this point my arms are now above my head and the big guy walks around in front of me and smiles in such an evil way that it made me cringe. Without so much as a warning he kicked me right in the middle of the stomach and I felt everything start to rise. I fought the urge to puke everywhere. He was not close to done as I was about to find out. He pulls two black gloves from his pocket put them on. he grabbed to rolls of quarters from the other pocket and put one in each glove. I am screwed is all I could think.



The muscle guy walks over to the bed my wife is on and grabs her by her hair. She screams as he pulls her off the bed and on to her feet, He pushes her across the room to the two girrls that just got done beating her ass ten minutes ago. Hold her arms out to her sides. Each girl grabbed an arm and pushed my wife against the far wall. He instructed my wife to lift her head and look at me. He wanted her to watch me get beat up. I am more focused on her until I feel the worst pain yet. The big guy threw three punches real fast right between my navel and solor plexus. The punches were so hard that I was lifted off my feet. I tried to cough but I had no air left to make any noise.



As I am trying to recover the muscle guy steps forward and throws a haymaker punch that would have knocked me out, and it landed in my wife's liver. Her body slammed back into the wall behind her and she passed out. They both turned their attention to me. They took turns punching the sides of my stomach. For twenty minutes they hit me without letting me recover for even a second. I passed out. When I woke up I saw the men standing in front of me. I must not have been out for more then a minute because my wife was still on the ground and they were standing in the same place they were the last time I remember seeing them. The big guy untied my hadns from the hook above and threw me to the ground. I fell to my hands and knees and tried to cover up but I did not have the chance to. The big guy kicked me in the stomach and I flew over onto my back. He grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head. The muscle guy walked over and stomped down onto my stomach four times right on my navel. I had never been in so much pain before. Everything in my body hurt. I wanted to cry but my pride would not let me.



The muscle guy sat on my legs and threw lefts and rights into my stomach ten times. With each punch I heard OUUUFFF, HUUUUNG, ULLLLLG, escape from my mouth. I was unable to flex so each punch hit everything but my muscles. He got off my legs and I rolled over. The big guy grabbed my arms from behind and stretched me out like a bow, The muscle guy stepped three steps back and as fast as he could stepped forward and kicked me in the solor plexus. The next kick connected in my liver and I could not fight the urge anymore. I puked all over the floor. That did not stop him. He threw his last kick and it connected to the very center of my stomach just in between my navel and my solor plexus. The exact same spot the big guy hit the first time this all started. I curled up in a ball and started coughing uncontrollably. As they went to leave my wife started to move again from being knocked out by the haymaker to her liver she had been given earlier. She lifted up onto her hands and knees and was connected with a kick to her solor plexus. She fell to her side crying and holding her stomach. The four of them left and my wife and I were there laying on the floor in tears. She was scared. I wanted more.]]>


Before I could get two words out of my mouth the big guy grabbed my right arm and pulled me towards him. It felt like he was going to rip my arm out of the socket. He stepped forward as I was being pulled his direction and threw a right punch, that would have made Mike Tyson envy him, and hit me right in the stomach about two inches above my navel. I have never been hit that hard. I had not time to react all I could do was try to hunch over and protect myself as I caught my breath. But the big guy did not let me have a second to recover. He came up from behind me and pulled my arms above my head.



"Where's the Money you owe my friend for the job you hired her for?" the muscle guy asked me in a deep voice.

"I do not have any money", I said softly still trying to catch my breath.

Apparently we were done talking as of that point because he stepped up and told the big guy that was holding my arms to make sure he did not drop me. The muscle guy threw a right punch that landed just under the top part of my ribs exactly where my stomach is. OUUFFF! Flew out of my mouth before the pain hit. He continued with combos to my stomach like I was a punching bag. Evey punch seem to penetrate easier then the last. For about five minutes he did nothing but hit me. The last punch he threw was an uppercut that connected right on my navel and pushed everything inside me into my chest. I could not stand anymore on my own. My legs were weak, my body was shaking from the pain. Now I know what my wife had been through. Problem was that I liked it and I wanted more.



The big guy changed his grip and I felt something wrapping around my wrists. They were tieing me to the plant hook that was screwed into the ceiling. At this point my arms are now above my head and the big guy walks around in front of me and smiles in such an evil way that it made me cringe. Without so much as a warning he kicked me right in the middle of the stomach and I felt everything start to rise. I fought the urge to puke everywhere. He was not close to done as I was about to find out. He pulls two black gloves from his pocket put them on. he grabbed to rolls of quarters from the other pocket and put one in each glove. I am screwed is all I could think.



The muscle guy walks over to the bed my wife is on and grabs her by her hair. She screams as he pulls her off the bed and on to her feet, He pushes her across the room to the two girrls that just got done beating her ass ten minutes ago. Hold her arms out to her sides. Each girl grabbed an arm and pushed my wife against the far wall. He instructed my wife to lift her head and look at me. He wanted her to watch me get beat up. I am more focused on her until I feel the worst pain yet. The big guy threw three punches real fast right between my navel and solor plexus. The punches were so hard that I was lifted off my feet. I tried to cough but I had no air left to make any noise.



As I am trying to recover the muscle guy steps forward and throws a haymaker punch that would have knocked me out, and it landed in my wife's liver. Her body slammed back into the wall behind her and she passed out. They both turned their attention to me. They took turns punching the sides of my stomach. For twenty minutes they hit me without letting me recover for even a second. I passed out. When I woke up I saw the men standing in front of me. I must not have been out for more then a minute because my wife was still on the ground and they were standing in the same place they were the last time I remember seeing them. The big guy untied my hadns from the hook above and threw me to the ground. I fell to my hands and knees and tried to cover up but I did not have the chance to. The big guy kicked me in the stomach and I flew over onto my back. He grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head. The muscle guy walked over and stomped down onto my stomach four times right on my navel. I had never been in so much pain before. Everything in my body hurt. I wanted to cry but my pride would not let me.



The muscle guy sat on my legs and threw lefts and rights into my stomach ten times. With each punch I heard OUUUFFF, HUUUUNG, ULLLLLG, escape from my mouth. I was unable to flex so each punch hit everything but my muscles. He got off my legs and I rolled over. The big guy grabbed my arms from behind and stretched me out like a bow, The muscle guy stepped three steps back and as fast as he could stepped forward and kicked me in the solor plexus. The next kick connected in my liver and I could not fight the urge anymore. I puked all over the floor. That did not stop him. He threw his last kick and it connected to the very center of my stomach just in between my navel and my solor plexus. The exact same spot the big guy hit the first time this all started. I curled up in a ball and started coughing uncontrollably. As they went to leave my wife started to move again from being knocked out by the haymaker to her liver she had been given earlier. She lifted up onto her hands and knees and was connected with a kick to her solor plexus. She fell to her side crying and holding her stomach. The four of them left and my wife and I were there laying on the floor in tears. She was scared. I wanted more.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13594 Thu, 06 Oct 2011 20:43:23 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13594
So we started putting ads on websites we both go to looking for a couple girls to help us fulfill a fantasy of mine. We waited a couple weeks and we finally got the response I had been waiting for. Two girls said that they would be willing to help us for a small fee. $250 each for an hour. My wife and I agreed to meet and explain in detail what we wanted to go on. Two weeks later we were at the hotel room waiting for the girls to arrive. The two girls walked in and put their purses down on the table next to the bed.
The blonde looked and asked "where is the money"?
"You will get it when the job is done" I responded.

Without so much as a warning the blonde turned towards my wife and slammed her fist as hard as she could into the middle of my wife's stomach right in the belly button. With a loud OOUUFFFF my wife instinctively grabbed her stomach and hunched over. The blonde looked at her friend and said "grab her arms and hold them above her head". As my wife tried to recover her arms were raised above her head and there she stood, as vulnerable as she could be. As soon as she was completely straight the blonde slammed her fist into the same spot of my wife's stomach. This time harder then before, and the reaction matched the difference. OUUUFFFFF! Flew out of my wife's mouth along with all the air she owned. She tried to bend over but the gilr behind her kept a tight grip on her arms and held her up.

For ten minutes the blonde rotated lefts and right into the sides and middle of my wife's stomach. She was not punching hard enough to make any real reactions, just hard enough to be annoying. The first two punches were just to get things started. My wife asked for a break to use the restroom. The girl behind her released her hold and my wife walked away. About three minutes later my wife returned to the room to continue what we were paying for. My wife walked back over to the girls and motioned for them to continue. I think that in some ways she was enjoying this. The blonde's friend took her place behind my wife and grabbed a hold of her arms. This time not putting them above her head but holding them behind her back. The blonde looked over at me and asked how hard I wanted the punches to be. I looked at my wife with a questionable look on my face.

"This is your night, and your fantasy. Your call" she replied.
After sitting there for a second I looked over at the blonde and told her to hit her with almost full strength five times just above the belly button. Before my wife could flex the blond snapped three hard blows into her stomach and my wife's legs started to shake. You could clearly see the pain on her face. She was trying not to cry but tears were falling down her cheek. The girls gave her a few seconds to recover and the blonde stepped up again. She reared back and threw the hardest punch yet and landed it right under the left ribs right in the stomach of my wife. A muffled OUF and cough came from my wife's lips and she dropped to her knees. The blonde's friend could not longer hold her body weight but still had a hold of her arms. All of a sudden the blonde stepped back and with about half strength kicked my wife's unprotected stomach with her right leg.

As she lay there on the ground holding her stomach the blonde looked at her frined and I saw a wink passed between the two. Before I could say anything the blonde's friend put her knee in my wife's back and with her left hand grabbed both my wife's arms and pulled them above her head. She took her left hand and grabbed my wife's feet and wrapped her right arm around them. My wife's back was arched as she was on her side and her stomach was completely exposed. The blonde stepped up and kicked my wife right in the belly button three times. At this point I am hard as a rock and all I can thnk about is my wife's mouth on my cock but this will do for now. The last part of this night was coming closer and my wife was still recovering from the three kicks that she received about five minutes ago.

The blonde walked over and helped my wife to her feet. Her friend grabbed my wife's arms again and held them behind her back. The blonde looked over at me and I knodded my head. My wife with a very confused look just stared at me until it dawned on her what I had done. While my wife was still looking my way the blonde punched my wife with an uppercut about two inches abover her navel. Knocking the wind out of her. My wife started panting horribly trying to catch her breath and was unable to stand up straight even with help. I watched closely and waited for her to slump over a bit more. As soon as it happened I yelled "Now" to the blonde and she kneed my wife four times right in the upper part of the body where her liver and stomach are. With every knee my wife cough, groaned abd cried out a little more until she dropped to the ground. She was done and I knew it. But I did not want the night to end like this. As she tried to crawl over to the bed I waited for her to be in the just the right position and I motioed to the blonde's friend. She kick my wife in the stomach so hard that her body came off the ground. She curled up in the fetal position and laid there almost motionless trying to catch her breath. I was satisfied.

The blonde and her frined grab their purses and walk towards me. "Now for our money please" said the blonde as she looked ready to leave.
"I dont have any money" I said.
The blonde got pissed, whipped out her phone and I could hear the ringing on the line. I heard what sounded like a man's voice answer. "we have a problem" the blonde said angrily into the phone. "I'll be right there" said the voice.

I might be in trouble....Good

TO BE CONTINUED]]>
So we started putting ads on websites we both go to looking for a couple girls to help us fulfill a fantasy of mine. We waited a couple weeks and we finally got the response I had been waiting for. Two girls said that they would be willing to help us for a small fee. $250 each for an hour. My wife and I agreed to meet and explain in detail what we wanted to go on. Two weeks later we were at the hotel room waiting for the girls to arrive. The two girls walked in and put their purses down on the table next to the bed.
The blonde looked and asked "where is the money"?
"You will get it when the job is done" I responded.

Without so much as a warning the blonde turned towards my wife and slammed her fist as hard as she could into the middle of my wife's stomach right in the belly button. With a loud OOUUFFFF my wife instinctively grabbed her stomach and hunched over. The blonde looked at her friend and said "grab her arms and hold them above her head". As my wife tried to recover her arms were raised above her head and there she stood, as vulnerable as she could be. As soon as she was completely straight the blonde slammed her fist into the same spot of my wife's stomach. This time harder then before, and the reaction matched the difference. OUUUFFFFF! Flew out of my wife's mouth along with all the air she owned. She tried to bend over but the gilr behind her kept a tight grip on her arms and held her up.

For ten minutes the blonde rotated lefts and right into the sides and middle of my wife's stomach. She was not punching hard enough to make any real reactions, just hard enough to be annoying. The first two punches were just to get things started. My wife asked for a break to use the restroom. The girl behind her released her hold and my wife walked away. About three minutes later my wife returned to the room to continue what we were paying for. My wife walked back over to the girls and motioned for them to continue. I think that in some ways she was enjoying this. The blonde's friend took her place behind my wife and grabbed a hold of her arms. This time not putting them above her head but holding them behind her back. The blonde looked over at me and asked how hard I wanted the punches to be. I looked at my wife with a questionable look on my face.

"This is your night, and your fantasy. Your call" she replied.
After sitting there for a second I looked over at the blonde and told her to hit her with almost full strength five times just above the belly button. Before my wife could flex the blond snapped three hard blows into her stomach and my wife's legs started to shake. You could clearly see the pain on her face. She was trying not to cry but tears were falling down her cheek. The girls gave her a few seconds to recover and the blonde stepped up again. She reared back and threw the hardest punch yet and landed it right under the left ribs right in the stomach of my wife. A muffled OUF and cough came from my wife's lips and she dropped to her knees. The blonde's friend could not longer hold her body weight but still had a hold of her arms. All of a sudden the blonde stepped back and with about half strength kicked my wife's unprotected stomach with her right leg.

As she lay there on the ground holding her stomach the blonde looked at her frined and I saw a wink passed between the two. Before I could say anything the blonde's friend put her knee in my wife's back and with her left hand grabbed both my wife's arms and pulled them above her head. She took her left hand and grabbed my wife's feet and wrapped her right arm around them. My wife's back was arched as she was on her side and her stomach was completely exposed. The blonde stepped up and kicked my wife right in the belly button three times. At this point I am hard as a rock and all I can thnk about is my wife's mouth on my cock but this will do for now. The last part of this night was coming closer and my wife was still recovering from the three kicks that she received about five minutes ago.

The blonde walked over and helped my wife to her feet. Her friend grabbed my wife's arms again and held them behind her back. The blonde looked over at me and I knodded my head. My wife with a very confused look just stared at me until it dawned on her what I had done. While my wife was still looking my way the blonde punched my wife with an uppercut about two inches abover her navel. Knocking the wind out of her. My wife started panting horribly trying to catch her breath and was unable to stand up straight even with help. I watched closely and waited for her to slump over a bit more. As soon as it happened I yelled "Now" to the blonde and she kneed my wife four times right in the upper part of the body where her liver and stomach are. With every knee my wife cough, groaned abd cried out a little more until she dropped to the ground. She was done and I knew it. But I did not want the night to end like this. As she tried to crawl over to the bed I waited for her to be in the just the right position and I motioed to the blonde's friend. She kick my wife in the stomach so hard that her body came off the ground. She curled up in the fetal position and laid there almost motionless trying to catch her breath. I was satisfied.

The blonde and her frined grab their purses and walk towards me. "Now for our money please" said the blonde as she looked ready to leave.
"I dont have any money" I said.
The blonde got pissed, whipped out her phone and I could hear the ringing on the line. I heard what sounded like a man's voice answer. "we have a problem" the blonde said angrily into the phone. "I'll be right there" said the voice.

I might be in trouble....Good

TO BE CONTINUED]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13593 Sat, 01 Oct 2011 01:41:20 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13593
I was outside with my car keys in my hand a couple hours later. Blonde bombshell Sarah and her group got really drunk, and her boyfriend got really lucky, or was about to. I watched her stumble out first laughing wildly with her friends behind her. That's when it happened.

The 2 girls came out from behind a car. It was Rae, the girl Sarah had beaten up earlier, and the same friend who had ran to her side to help. The girls were both wearing high heels and short black dresses, and they charged Sarah. Rae lead with a vicious cross that turned Sarah's head sideways.

Sarah stumbled backwards into the wall behind her. Rae and her friend, I think her name was Laura, pinned both of Sarah's arms over her head. Apparently there was a game plan because they both attacked Sarah's dress without taking time to discuss it.

Again, I wish this happened when there were smart phones so I could have filmed this whole thing. Sarah's dress was thin and satiny, not made of tough material. Still it took some effort from Rae and Laura to tear it off of her. They pulled and pulled till the spaghetti straps broke, then it was easier work to rip the little black dress clean off her body.

“Oh my god!” the blonde cried out squirming in the cold night air. My thoughts echoed hers, but for different reasons. That little dress had showed her figure off pretty well. Now that Rae and Laura had done me the favor of removing it, Sarah was reduced to a very skimpy bra and panties set. Sarah was in her early 20's and her body was just amazing!

They held her up, exposed in her underwear for just a moment. Then Rae raised her right fist high and swung it hard up into the blondes stomach. Sarah's eyes widened as her body cramped around Rae's balled fist. She lurched forward, her jaw dropping slack as she grunted, “Uff!”

Laura followed suite immediately shoving her own fist into Sarah's gut. She let out another “Guff!” her face had a look of pain and astonishment. The girls continued to pound on this girl, not giving the blonde a chance to recover at all. They just kept punching her in the stomach, pulled their fist back, then sank their fist in even deeper. All Sarah could do is provide a steady cadence of “Unh! Unh! Unh!” as blows rained into her sleek torso.

The assault was quick and brutal. At first Rae and Laura were taking turns, sinking one punch into Sara's belly after another. For her part Sarah stood there, shapely legs apart, butt against the wall, as her tight little body absorbed each devastating punch. The aluminum siding wall rattled as Sarah was forced against it over and over.

Sarah's group of friends started walking out of the bar. They were shocked to see Sarah being handled so roughly, the girls were too terrified to jump in, and the guys were probably not stepping in for the same reason I wasn't.

I still can't believe Sarah was still conscious at this point Her glassy eyes were still open, with tears in them. I was close enough to notice Sarah's lips purse a little every time Rae or Laura's fist pushed into her gut.

At last Rae and Laura seemed to be getting tired, I could hear them breathing heavily and the assault slowed gradually. The girls Sarah was with were becoming more brave, and outnumbered Rae and Laura. After nearly 5 minutes tenderizing the blonde like a slab of meat they left her to lean on the wall.

Laura went to get the car, but Rae remained behind to admire her handy work. Sarah was wobbly on her high heels, instinctively trying to remain standing. Her arms were limp at her sides, giving me a really good long look at her stunning figure. Man I wanted to fuck this girl!

Rae postured, taunting Sarah to fight her. Sarah managed to shake her head 'no way' between sobs.
Not satisfied, Rae grabbed a handful of blonde hair and smashed a cruel knee into the already beaten girls soft belly. The kick had so much force it took the blondes feet off the ground.

Sarah moaned, “OOOOOHHH!” and fell the rest of the way to dirt ground. She instantly curled into the fetal position holding her tummy.

Rae ran to the car laughing as it peeled away.]]>
I was outside with my car keys in my hand a couple hours later. Blonde bombshell Sarah and her group got really drunk, and her boyfriend got really lucky, or was about to. I watched her stumble out first laughing wildly with her friends behind her. That's when it happened.

The 2 girls came out from behind a car. It was Rae, the girl Sarah had beaten up earlier, and the same friend who had ran to her side to help. The girls were both wearing high heels and short black dresses, and they charged Sarah. Rae lead with a vicious cross that turned Sarah's head sideways.

Sarah stumbled backwards into the wall behind her. Rae and her friend, I think her name was Laura, pinned both of Sarah's arms over her head. Apparently there was a game plan because they both attacked Sarah's dress without taking time to discuss it.

Again, I wish this happened when there were smart phones so I could have filmed this whole thing. Sarah's dress was thin and satiny, not made of tough material. Still it took some effort from Rae and Laura to tear it off of her. They pulled and pulled till the spaghetti straps broke, then it was easier work to rip the little black dress clean off her body.

“Oh my god!” the blonde cried out squirming in the cold night air. My thoughts echoed hers, but for different reasons. That little dress had showed her figure off pretty well. Now that Rae and Laura had done me the favor of removing it, Sarah was reduced to a very skimpy bra and panties set. Sarah was in her early 20's and her body was just amazing!

They held her up, exposed in her underwear for just a moment. Then Rae raised her right fist high and swung it hard up into the blondes stomach. Sarah's eyes widened as her body cramped around Rae's balled fist. She lurched forward, her jaw dropping slack as she grunted, “Uff!”

Laura followed suite immediately shoving her own fist into Sarah's gut. She let out another “Guff!” her face had a look of pain and astonishment. The girls continued to pound on this girl, not giving the blonde a chance to recover at all. They just kept punching her in the stomach, pulled their fist back, then sank their fist in even deeper. All Sarah could do is provide a steady cadence of “Unh! Unh! Unh!” as blows rained into her sleek torso.

The assault was quick and brutal. At first Rae and Laura were taking turns, sinking one punch into Sara's belly after another. For her part Sarah stood there, shapely legs apart, butt against the wall, as her tight little body absorbed each devastating punch. The aluminum siding wall rattled as Sarah was forced against it over and over.

Sarah's group of friends started walking out of the bar. They were shocked to see Sarah being handled so roughly, the girls were too terrified to jump in, and the guys were probably not stepping in for the same reason I wasn't.

I still can't believe Sarah was still conscious at this point Her glassy eyes were still open, with tears in them. I was close enough to notice Sarah's lips purse a little every time Rae or Laura's fist pushed into her gut.

At last Rae and Laura seemed to be getting tired, I could hear them breathing heavily and the assault slowed gradually. The girls Sarah was with were becoming more brave, and outnumbered Rae and Laura. After nearly 5 minutes tenderizing the blonde like a slab of meat they left her to lean on the wall.

Laura went to get the car, but Rae remained behind to admire her handy work. Sarah was wobbly on her high heels, instinctively trying to remain standing. Her arms were limp at her sides, giving me a really good long look at her stunning figure. Man I wanted to fuck this girl!

Rae postured, taunting Sarah to fight her. Sarah managed to shake her head 'no way' between sobs.
Not satisfied, Rae grabbed a handful of blonde hair and smashed a cruel knee into the already beaten girls soft belly. The kick had so much force it took the blondes feet off the ground.

Sarah moaned, “OOOOOHHH!” and fell the rest of the way to dirt ground. She instantly curled into the fetal position holding her tummy.

Rae ran to the car laughing as it peeled away.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13592 Sat, 01 Oct 2011 01:40:10 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13592
I was outside with my car keys in my hand a couple hours later. Blonde bombshell Sarah and her group got really drunk, and her boyfriend got really lucky, or was about to. I watched her stumble out first laughing wildly with her friends behind her. That's when it happened.

The 2 girls came out from behind a car. It was Rae, the girl Sarah had beaten up earlier, and the same friend who had ran to her side to help. The girls were both wearing high heels and short black dresses, and they charged Sarah. Rae lead with a vicious cross that turned Sarah's head sideways.

Sarah stumbled backwards into the wall behind her. Rae and her friend, I think her name was Laura, pinned both of Sarah's arms over her head. Apparently there was a game plan because they both attacked Sarah's dress without taking time to discuss it.

Again, I wish this happened when there were smart phones so I could have filmed this whole thing. Sarah's dress was thin and satiny, not made of tough material. Still it took some effort from Rae and Laura to tear it off of her. They pulled and pulled till the spaghetti straps broke, then it was easier work to rip the little black dress clean off her body.

“Oh my god!” the blonde cried out squirming in the cold night air. My thoughts echoed hers, but for different reasons. That little dress had showed her figure off pretty well. Now that Rae and Laura had done me the favor of removing it, Sarah was reduced to a very skimpy bra and panties set. Sarah was in her early 20's and her body was just amazing!

They held her up, exposed in her underwear for just a moment. Then Rae raised her right fist high and swung it hard up into the blondes stomach. Sarah's eyes widened as her body cramped around Rae's balled fist. She lurched forward, her jaw dropping slack as she grunted, “Uff!”

Laura followed suite immediately shoving her own fist into Sarah's gut. She let out another “Guff!” her face had a look of pain and astonishment. The girls continued to pound on this girl, not giving the blonde a chance to recover at all. They just kept punching her in the stomach, pulled their fist back, then sank their fist in even deeper. All Sarah could do is provide a steady cadence of “Unh! Unh! Unh!” as blows rained into her sleek torso.

The assault was quick and brutal. At first Rae and Laura were taking turns, sinking one punch into Sara's belly after another. For her part Sarah stood there, shapely legs apart, butt against the wall, as her tight little body absorbed each devastating punch. The aluminum siding wall rattled as Sarah was forced against it over and over.

Sarah's group of friends started walking out of the bar. They were shocked to see Sarah being handled so roughly, the girls were too terrified to jump in, and the guys were probably not stepping in for the same reason I wasn't.

I still can't believe Sarah was still conscious at this point Her glassy eyes were still open, with tears in them. I was close enough to notice Sarah's lips purse a little every time Rae or Laura's fist pushed into her gut.

At last Rae and Laura seemed to be getting tired, I could hear them breathing heavily and the assault slowed gradually. The girls Sarah was with were becoming more brave, and outnumbered Rae and Laura. After nearly 5 minutes tenderizing the blonde like a slab of meat they left her to lean on the wall.

Laura went to get the car, but Rae remained behind to admire her handy work. Sarah was wobbly on her high heels, instinctively trying to remain standing. Her arms were limp at her sides, giving me a really good long look at her stunning figure. Man I wanted to fuck this girl!

Rae postured, taunting Sarah to fight her. Sarah managed to shake her head 'no way' between sobs.
Not satisfied, Rae grabbed a handful of blonde hair and smashed a cruel knee into the already beaten girls soft belly. The kick had so much force it took the blondes feet off the ground.

Sarah moaned, “OOOOOHHH!” and fell the rest of the way to dirt ground. She instantly curled into the fetal position holding her tummy.

Rae ran to the car laughing as it peeled away.]]>
I was outside with my car keys in my hand a couple hours later. Blonde bombshell Sarah and her group got really drunk, and her boyfriend got really lucky, or was about to. I watched her stumble out first laughing wildly with her friends behind her. That's when it happened.

The 2 girls came out from behind a car. It was Rae, the girl Sarah had beaten up earlier, and the same friend who had ran to her side to help. The girls were both wearing high heels and short black dresses, and they charged Sarah. Rae lead with a vicious cross that turned Sarah's head sideways.

Sarah stumbled backwards into the wall behind her. Rae and her friend, I think her name was Laura, pinned both of Sarah's arms over her head. Apparently there was a game plan because they both attacked Sarah's dress without taking time to discuss it.

Again, I wish this happened when there were smart phones so I could have filmed this whole thing. Sarah's dress was thin and satiny, not made of tough material. Still it took some effort from Rae and Laura to tear it off of her. They pulled and pulled till the spaghetti straps broke, then it was easier work to rip the little black dress clean off her body.

“Oh my god!” the blonde cried out squirming in the cold night air. My thoughts echoed hers, but for different reasons. That little dress had showed her figure off pretty well. Now that Rae and Laura had done me the favor of removing it, Sarah was reduced to a very skimpy bra and panties set. Sarah was in her early 20's and her body was just amazing!

They held her up, exposed in her underwear for just a moment. Then Rae raised her right fist high and swung it hard up into the blondes stomach. Sarah's eyes widened as her body cramped around Rae's balled fist. She lurched forward, her jaw dropping slack as she grunted, “Uff!”

Laura followed suite immediately shoving her own fist into Sarah's gut. She let out another “Guff!” her face had a look of pain and astonishment. The girls continued to pound on this girl, not giving the blonde a chance to recover at all. They just kept punching her in the stomach, pulled their fist back, then sank their fist in even deeper. All Sarah could do is provide a steady cadence of “Unh! Unh! Unh!” as blows rained into her sleek torso.

The assault was quick and brutal. At first Rae and Laura were taking turns, sinking one punch into Sara's belly after another. For her part Sarah stood there, shapely legs apart, butt against the wall, as her tight little body absorbed each devastating punch. The aluminum siding wall rattled as Sarah was forced against it over and over.

Sarah's group of friends started walking out of the bar. They were shocked to see Sarah being handled so roughly, the girls were too terrified to jump in, and the guys were probably not stepping in for the same reason I wasn't.

I still can't believe Sarah was still conscious at this point Her glassy eyes were still open, with tears in them. I was close enough to notice Sarah's lips purse a little every time Rae or Laura's fist pushed into her gut.

At last Rae and Laura seemed to be getting tired, I could hear them breathing heavily and the assault slowed gradually. The girls Sarah was with were becoming more brave, and outnumbered Rae and Laura. After nearly 5 minutes tenderizing the blonde like a slab of meat they left her to lean on the wall.

Laura went to get the car, but Rae remained behind to admire her handy work. Sarah was wobbly on her high heels, instinctively trying to remain standing. Her arms were limp at her sides, giving me a really good long look at her stunning figure. Man I wanted to fuck this girl!

Rae postured, taunting Sarah to fight her. Sarah managed to shake her head 'no way' between sobs.
Not satisfied, Rae grabbed a handful of blonde hair and smashed a cruel knee into the already beaten girls soft belly. The kick had so much force it took the blondes feet off the ground.

Sarah moaned, “OOOOOHHH!” and fell the rest of the way to dirt ground. She instantly curled into the fetal position holding her tummy.

Rae ran to the car laughing as it peeled away.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13590 Sat, 24 Sep 2011 18:09:00 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13590 Craving for More - the Story of Jess

Prelude

A young woman tied to the wall spreadeagled. She is naked, her hair disheveled and sweaty. She is blindfolded with a black scarf, her mouth completely sealed with duct-tape.
In front of her stand two people, a man and a woman, also young, both dressed casually. She is looking at the tied-up woman with a sadistic smile, coming closer to her, whispering something into her ear. While she distracts her he throws a punch into her stomach. A very hard straight right. She is shaking, the other woman is laughing. Her attempts to scream are muffled by the duct-tape. It forces her to breathe heavily through her nose, trying to catch at least some breath. Without giving her any time to recover the sadistic looking woman throws a hard liver punch into their victim's gut. Tears are streaming out from under the blindfold, the red and blue beaten belly a prove to the fact that this abuse is going on for a while now.

"90" the woman says.

Part 1

To understand how the victim got herself into this mess we have to go back a few weeks. That young woman's name is Jess and she just came home from work on a nice and warm April Thursday evening. She is a 27 year old studied biologist with a job in a young company. It was the opposite of a challenging job. What she did all day long was the same analysis of the same objects over and over again. No one would have needed to study more than three weeks to get this job done but this is how it works. There were about a million worse jobs with worse payment so she was far from complaining about it but this didn't stop her from being bored at work.

She entered her flat and in which she lived alone since she and her long-term boyfriend separated 2 years ago. Since then she had a few short relationships but nothing serious and certainly nothing that you could call love, even with good will. She had undertaken some half-assed approaches to fall in love, but none of them didn't work out. It was always the same. A few days in which both thought it is love but pretty soon either he or she would stop answering the phone calls. Soon then they'd agree on staying friends and then never talk to each other again.

The flat was nice and tidied up and she felt a bit lonely spending the evening alone after an unexciting day at work. It was not that she didn't have any friends. She went out with them every weekend and they regularly partied and went to clubs on weekends. In fact they partied a bit too often and too long but she liked it so it was okay for her. Nonetheless she wished to have some kind of company this evening. The last time she spent a night together with someone was almost 2 month ago which was quite a long time for someone like her who used to have a very active sex life most of her life since she was seventeen. To fight the loneliness she ordered a family pizza and a bottle of wine, turned on her PC and checked her Emails and her Facebook. Soon the Pizza that was way too big for only one person was delivered. A while ago she would have pretended that it wasn't just for herself but she had stopped bothering about that so she just gave the delivery guy a generous tip. She sat back in front of her PC with her dinner while some crime series was on the TV in the background. After half of the Pizza and the wine the murder was found and she was more than full. In the middle of the second episode she had emptied the whole bottle, finished the third quarter and stopped eating. She looked at her belly that was bulging out due to her binge.

In her free time she had played volleyball for a long time. She had started in school and then in college she played on national level. After college she kept playing in a club but one and a half year ago she had decided to stop because she couldn’t find the time anymore. And it showed in her physique. She wasn't as perfectly slim as she used to be anymore. In fact she was curvy, she had to accept it. The very slim end of the "women-who-call-themselves-curvy"-scale but still definitely not actually slim anymore. Somewhere close to chubby but not quite there yet. What contributed most to this was not the lack of activity though. She was still jogging and working out multiple times a week. It were her bad eating and drinking habits that had put the little love handles and the small muffin top on her. She just couldn't control her sweet tooth so feasts like today happened too often and during the weekends she often got herself drunk with her friends while they were stuffing their faces with fast food and sweets. When she stopped actively playing in a team she had lost the main reason to watch her calorie intake and it showed on her waistline. She was lucky that her pounds were well distributed over her body. Most importantly her hips haven't gotten wider so far, it was just some flab around her waistline that would be easy to get rid of if she actually started caring.
All things considered she was still an eye catcher without a doubt and she knew it. Especially her nice looking big tits ensured her a lot of attention but her round firm butt also caused many men to turn around and take a second look. Her legs didn't show any signs of cellulite, it were just her thighs that had gotten a bit thicker but that suited her well and looked really sexy. Not fat, just very feminine. And fortunately not a single additional gram of fat has reached her pretty face. She was rightfully proud of her face. She had beautiful blue eyes, a cute little nose, perfect teeth, full lips and shoulder long blond hair that curled at the end. In fact the only thing that wasn't perfect on her when she looked in the mirror was her belly.
On the one hand she knew that she should do something about that belly flab but on the other hand she actually liked it. She in fact had a thing for bellies ever since. Her sexuality was a bit kinky anyway. She was bisexual, attracted to both men and women. Men interested her a bit more but she was also very much sexually attracted to women. And she loved bellies. Every type of them. Slim athletic bellies, chubby ones and she even had fantasies involving really fat male pot bellies. The idea of kissing, teasing and pinching other people's bellies aroused her.
In the past years she had developed a raging lust to have her own belly beaten and tortured. She had always been a bit on the masochistic side. Being told what to do and being humiliated to a certain degree made her blood boil but she was never too thrilled about the idea of experiencing real pain before. Getting slapped or spanked a bit was okay but she didn't want to feel anything truly painful. This had changed with her growing belly fetish. Several times she had made men punch her belly while or before they had sex. But she never felt that these men got something special out of it except for it being new and different. Sure they would do it and enjoy it but nonetheless what turned them on were her big tits and her ass and her pussy. What she seeked was someone whom she doesn't have to push into it. Someone who would share her fantasies and push her to fulfill them.

Half an hour later she got up and fetched herself a pot of Ice cream. She wasn't actively trying to get fatter, it was just the boredom and her sweet tooth that made her pig out and indulge in gluttony from time to time. When at midnight she had stuffed the Ice cream and even the last quarter of the Pizza into her she looked at her bloated belly and decided that something had to be done. She had been watching some belly related porn and there was some good stuff out there but she wanted something real. No, she needed something real. Her search started at the registration of several BDSM community sites. When she had set her mind on something she would usually finish it but unfortunately the search was flat out disappointing. First of all bellies were not among the popular body parts to be played with. Tits, feet, asses, cocks and pussies in major numbers but not bellies. It was hard to find anything belly related at all that didn't involve fat fetish. She could find a good number of people who wanted to make her fatter but that didn't help her at all. And the few contacts she found weren't useful. Either they only wanted online contact or they were really weird or they just lived too far away. At 3:30 AM she went into bed frustrated and tired.

The following weekend she decided to party hard and to try to get herself laid because that was overdue. After getting herself terribly drunk Friday evening in a club and coming home at 7AM she decided to booze the hangover away and just keep drinking when she woke up around 11AM. The weariness of only having a few hours of sleep two nights in a row gone away with it too so when she arrived at the club to meet her friends in the evening she was already completely wasted. She did not remember much of that night the next day.
Sunday at noon she awoke naked with a bad headache in a bed with a guy she never met before. Who was it? She didn't know, she didn't care. He was wasted as bad as she was so she let him sleep, collected her clothes and walked away. She left him her panties as a little thank you taped them to the bathroom mirror with a lipstick-written “thank you”. She couldn't actually remember if it was any good but besides the terrible hangover and sickness she felt relieved so it probably was.
He lived somewhere on the other side of town so she took a Taxi home. After sleeping through the whole Sunday afternoon and evening she couldn't sleep later on. She spent the night in front of her PC watching various comedy series and porn. Her sleep rhythm was broken but she was used to that. With a lot of coffee she made it through the Monday at work so that Tuesday morning she was kind of restored again.

That evening she started searching the BDSM sites again. Fortunately the internet is quite big and after a few days she found a possible matches in the profiles. It was from a young couple. They had "Belly Fetish / Belly Torture" in their profile alongside "swinging" and a few other interesting activities. The best thing about them was that they only lived 130 miles away which was right around the corner considering the fact that she had already phoned with people from different continents just for the purpose of talking about bellies. They PMed, then phoned and she was convinced pretty quickly that they were legit. They were looking for a female sub with a nice belly to play with and Jess was just that.
They exchanged pics and both looked good. Like extremely good. A photo of them on the beach showed an Asian woman somewhere in her early 20s with long black hair and a captivating smile. She was athletic and slim and had a completely flat well-trained belly. He was looking good, too. A muscular and tall guy with short brown hair. He had no 6-pack-abs but was well in shape. Usually she was the good looking one in her relationships but this time they were a bit younger than her so she had been worried if they would like her. When they complimented her back on her looks and told her that they loved her belly she felt relieved.

After two weeks and more chatting and phoning they agreed to meet for the first time. They decided to meet in their home, go out for the night and see how things would develop from then on. Her heart was pumping wildly when she sat in her car and was ready to go. She had spent almost two hours in the bathroom applying her makeup. Usually she was much faster and doesn't even spend 15 minutes for it but she wanted her mascara, lipstick, nail polish and all the other little things to look perfect. For the first time since months she was dolled up like that and for the first time in years she had this feeling that something truly exciting would happen. This was what she had craved for such a long time now.

to be continued...]]> Craving for More - the Story of Jess

Prelude

A young woman tied to the wall spreadeagled. She is naked, her hair disheveled and sweaty. She is blindfolded with a black scarf, her mouth completely sealed with duct-tape.
In front of her stand two people, a man and a woman, also young, both dressed casually. She is looking at the tied-up woman with a sadistic smile, coming closer to her, whispering something into her ear. While she distracts her he throws a punch into her stomach. A very hard straight right. She is shaking, the other woman is laughing. Her attempts to scream are muffled by the duct-tape. It forces her to breathe heavily through her nose, trying to catch at least some breath. Without giving her any time to recover the sadistic looking woman throws a hard liver punch into their victim's gut. Tears are streaming out from under the blindfold, the red and blue beaten belly a prove to the fact that this abuse is going on for a while now.

"90" the woman says.

Part 1

To understand how the victim got herself into this mess we have to go back a few weeks. That young woman's name is Jess and she just came home from work on a nice and warm April Thursday evening. She is a 27 year old studied biologist with a job in a young company. It was the opposite of a challenging job. What she did all day long was the same analysis of the same objects over and over again. No one would have needed to study more than three weeks to get this job done but this is how it works. There were about a million worse jobs with worse payment so she was far from complaining about it but this didn't stop her from being bored at work.

She entered her flat and in which she lived alone since she and her long-term boyfriend separated 2 years ago. Since then she had a few short relationships but nothing serious and certainly nothing that you could call love, even with good will. She had undertaken some half-assed approaches to fall in love, but none of them didn't work out. It was always the same. A few days in which both thought it is love but pretty soon either he or she would stop answering the phone calls. Soon then they'd agree on staying friends and then never talk to each other again.

The flat was nice and tidied up and she felt a bit lonely spending the evening alone after an unexciting day at work. It was not that she didn't have any friends. She went out with them every weekend and they regularly partied and went to clubs on weekends. In fact they partied a bit too often and too long but she liked it so it was okay for her. Nonetheless she wished to have some kind of company this evening. The last time she spent a night together with someone was almost 2 month ago which was quite a long time for someone like her who used to have a very active sex life most of her life since she was seventeen. To fight the loneliness she ordered a family pizza and a bottle of wine, turned on her PC and checked her Emails and her Facebook. Soon the Pizza that was way too big for only one person was delivered. A while ago she would have pretended that it wasn't just for herself but she had stopped bothering about that so she just gave the delivery guy a generous tip. She sat back in front of her PC with her dinner while some crime series was on the TV in the background. After half of the Pizza and the wine the murder was found and she was more than full. In the middle of the second episode she had emptied the whole bottle, finished the third quarter and stopped eating. She looked at her belly that was bulging out due to her binge.

In her free time she had played volleyball for a long time. She had started in school and then in college she played on national level. After college she kept playing in a club but one and a half year ago she had decided to stop because she couldn’t find the time anymore. And it showed in her physique. She wasn't as perfectly slim as she used to be anymore. In fact she was curvy, she had to accept it. The very slim end of the "women-who-call-themselves-curvy"-scale but still definitely not actually slim anymore. Somewhere close to chubby but not quite there yet. What contributed most to this was not the lack of activity though. She was still jogging and working out multiple times a week. It were her bad eating and drinking habits that had put the little love handles and the small muffin top on her. She just couldn't control her sweet tooth so feasts like today happened too often and during the weekends she often got herself drunk with her friends while they were stuffing their faces with fast food and sweets. When she stopped actively playing in a team she had lost the main reason to watch her calorie intake and it showed on her waistline. She was lucky that her pounds were well distributed over her body. Most importantly her hips haven't gotten wider so far, it was just some flab around her waistline that would be easy to get rid of if she actually started caring.
All things considered she was still an eye catcher without a doubt and she knew it. Especially her nice looking big tits ensured her a lot of attention but her round firm butt also caused many men to turn around and take a second look. Her legs didn't show any signs of cellulite, it were just her thighs that had gotten a bit thicker but that suited her well and looked really sexy. Not fat, just very feminine. And fortunately not a single additional gram of fat has reached her pretty face. She was rightfully proud of her face. She had beautiful blue eyes, a cute little nose, perfect teeth, full lips and shoulder long blond hair that curled at the end. In fact the only thing that wasn't perfect on her when she looked in the mirror was her belly.
On the one hand she knew that she should do something about that belly flab but on the other hand she actually liked it. She in fact had a thing for bellies ever since. Her sexuality was a bit kinky anyway. She was bisexual, attracted to both men and women. Men interested her a bit more but she was also very much sexually attracted to women. And she loved bellies. Every type of them. Slim athletic bellies, chubby ones and she even had fantasies involving really fat male pot bellies. The idea of kissing, teasing and pinching other people's bellies aroused her.
In the past years she had developed a raging lust to have her own belly beaten and tortured. She had always been a bit on the masochistic side. Being told what to do and being humiliated to a certain degree made her blood boil but she was never too thrilled about the idea of experiencing real pain before. Getting slapped or spanked a bit was okay but she didn't want to feel anything truly painful. This had changed with her growing belly fetish. Several times she had made men punch her belly while or before they had sex. But she never felt that these men got something special out of it except for it being new and different. Sure they would do it and enjoy it but nonetheless what turned them on were her big tits and her ass and her pussy. What she seeked was someone whom she doesn't have to push into it. Someone who would share her fantasies and push her to fulfill them.

Half an hour later she got up and fetched herself a pot of Ice cream. She wasn't actively trying to get fatter, it was just the boredom and her sweet tooth that made her pig out and indulge in gluttony from time to time. When at midnight she had stuffed the Ice cream and even the last quarter of the Pizza into her she looked at her bloated belly and decided that something had to be done. She had been watching some belly related porn and there was some good stuff out there but she wanted something real. No, she needed something real. Her search started at the registration of several BDSM community sites. When she had set her mind on something she would usually finish it but unfortunately the search was flat out disappointing. First of all bellies were not among the popular body parts to be played with. Tits, feet, asses, cocks and pussies in major numbers but not bellies. It was hard to find anything belly related at all that didn't involve fat fetish. She could find a good number of people who wanted to make her fatter but that didn't help her at all. And the few contacts she found weren't useful. Either they only wanted online contact or they were really weird or they just lived too far away. At 3:30 AM she went into bed frustrated and tired.

The following weekend she decided to party hard and to try to get herself laid because that was overdue. After getting herself terribly drunk Friday evening in a club and coming home at 7AM she decided to booze the hangover away and just keep drinking when she woke up around 11AM. The weariness of only having a few hours of sleep two nights in a row gone away with it too so when she arrived at the club to meet her friends in the evening she was already completely wasted. She did not remember much of that night the next day.
Sunday at noon she awoke naked with a bad headache in a bed with a guy she never met before. Who was it? She didn't know, she didn't care. He was wasted as bad as she was so she let him sleep, collected her clothes and walked away. She left him her panties as a little thank you taped them to the bathroom mirror with a lipstick-written “thank you”. She couldn't actually remember if it was any good but besides the terrible hangover and sickness she felt relieved so it probably was.
He lived somewhere on the other side of town so she took a Taxi home. After sleeping through the whole Sunday afternoon and evening she couldn't sleep later on. She spent the night in front of her PC watching various comedy series and porn. Her sleep rhythm was broken but she was used to that. With a lot of coffee she made it through the Monday at work so that Tuesday morning she was kind of restored again.

That evening she started searching the BDSM sites again. Fortunately the internet is quite big and after a few days she found a possible matches in the profiles. It was from a young couple. They had "Belly Fetish / Belly Torture" in their profile alongside "swinging" and a few other interesting activities. The best thing about them was that they only lived 130 miles away which was right around the corner considering the fact that she had already phoned with people from different continents just for the purpose of talking about bellies. They PMed, then phoned and she was convinced pretty quickly that they were legit. They were looking for a female sub with a nice belly to play with and Jess was just that.
They exchanged pics and both looked good. Like extremely good. A photo of them on the beach showed an Asian woman somewhere in her early 20s with long black hair and a captivating smile. She was athletic and slim and had a completely flat well-trained belly. He was looking good, too. A muscular and tall guy with short brown hair. He had no 6-pack-abs but was well in shape. Usually she was the good looking one in her relationships but this time they were a bit younger than her so she had been worried if they would like her. When they complimented her back on her looks and told her that they loved her belly she felt relieved.

After two weeks and more chatting and phoning they agreed to meet for the first time. They decided to meet in their home, go out for the night and see how things would develop from then on. Her heart was pumping wildly when she sat in her car and was ready to go. She had spent almost two hours in the bathroom applying her makeup. Usually she was much faster and doesn't even spend 15 minutes for it but she wanted her mascara, lipstick, nail polish and all the other little things to look perfect. For the first time since months she was dolled up like that and for the first time in years she had this feeling that something truly exciting would happen. This was what she had craved for such a long time now.

to be continued...]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13589 Thu, 22 Sep 2011 19:45:46 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13589

“Guys! Sarah's getting into another fight!”

I was out of my chair in an instant. In fact several of my buddies were on their feet. In just a few months Sarah had become a legend around campus. Not only because she was an incredibly hot girl, but because she was also a major bitch.

Only a few weeks ago this got Sarah into deep trouble. She had messed with this girl named Allison, and Allison really kicked her ass. I mean Sarah didn't even fight back, she just flopped around while Allison hit her in the stomach over and over.

We all ran up to the VIP area, kind of a quiet room set aside for groups that wanted to hang out separate from the main bar. There she was.

Sarah stood around 5 foot 6 and had shoulder length, bottle blonde hair. Tonight she was dressed in a very short little black dress that showed off a fine pair of legs. I couldn't help but instantly picture her naked, something I got to see the last time she had fought. Man what a body she had!

As I arrived on the scene Sarah was standing nose to nose with another girl. Her would-be opponent was no slouch on looks either. She looked to be a least part Arabic, with olive skin and dark brown eyes, I learned later that she was actually a reigning beauty queen named Rae. Rae stood several inches over Sarah, who was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring up at the amazon.

I don't know what their problem was with each other, but I arrived just in time for the action. The Arab girl had a half full glass of Sex on the beach in her hand, which she promptly threw in Sarah's face. I Heard Rae scream, “Bitch!”

The bombshell staggered back a few steps on her stiletto heels. She was shocked by the alcohol in her face. Sarah pushed hair out of her face and blinked her eyes clean. The gauntlet was thrown now, she had to either back down or step up and fight this girl. I could see that Sarah was hesitating. Understandable, the last time she had been in a fight Sarah was really humiliated bad. Allison had absolutely destroyed Sarah, and stripped her clothes off, in front of a lot of people.

Sarah glanced around her, looking at her friends, probably hoping someone would interfere. No one did. She actually caught my eye briefly, and I think she recognized me from the crowd at her last battle. Our eye contact seemed to give her an idea.

Sarah turned to Rae a little more bravely. Now I could see the blonde's gambit now. As Sarah faced the beauty queen I could see her small right hand ball into a fist. She glanced at me one more time and I knew what was about to happen.

The blonde took one step into Rae's personal space and drove her balled fist right into the girl's stomach. Sarah put everything into the punch and managed to hit Rae pretty hard right in the gut. The pageant girl grunted “Oof!” loudly and lurched forward.

Rae's eyes where wide open in shock. Her eyes then fluttered closed as her pretty face contorted into a mask of pain. Rae bent over at the waist, Sarah's fist still stuck in her gut. Sarah looked like her old self in that moment, her old cocky, bitchy self. The humiliation of the last few months washed away in her triumph. I imagine Sarah couldn't help herself. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into Rae's belly one more time.

Rae grunted “Huff!” The girls body rocked completely under the blow, her arms flailed loose, and she stumbled on her high heels. Sarah let her victim go and stood over her ready to pounce if she needed to.

Rae just stood there bent over with her hands on her knees and head down. She finally inhaled deeply and raised her head to groan, “Ooooooh!”

At this point one of Rae's friends ran to help her out. Sarah gave this second girl a cocky, “You want a piece of me too bitch?” look but allowed the girl to help Rae walk away. Rae was led away hunched over like a cripple, her breathing erratic.

For Rae it was really awkward, she'd lost the fight but she wasn't able to walk out on her own for almost 15 minutes. Sarah and her friends taunted her the whole time, and it almost looked like Sarah would get into it with another girl. Finally Rae was able to move enough to leave with her friends.

Sarah strutted back to her friends, the hottest girl in the room. She walked up to some lucky guy and shoved her tongue down his throat. Apparently she was really turned on by hitting another girl. She made out with that bastard for a long time.

But that wasn't the end of the night's events...]]>

“Guys! Sarah's getting into another fight!”

I was out of my chair in an instant. In fact several of my buddies were on their feet. In just a few months Sarah had become a legend around campus. Not only because she was an incredibly hot girl, but because she was also a major bitch.

Only a few weeks ago this got Sarah into deep trouble. She had messed with this girl named Allison, and Allison really kicked her ass. I mean Sarah didn't even fight back, she just flopped around while Allison hit her in the stomach over and over.

We all ran up to the VIP area, kind of a quiet room set aside for groups that wanted to hang out separate from the main bar. There she was.

Sarah stood around 5 foot 6 and had shoulder length, bottle blonde hair. Tonight she was dressed in a very short little black dress that showed off a fine pair of legs. I couldn't help but instantly picture her naked, something I got to see the last time she had fought. Man what a body she had!

As I arrived on the scene Sarah was standing nose to nose with another girl. Her would-be opponent was no slouch on looks either. She looked to be a least part Arabic, with olive skin and dark brown eyes, I learned later that she was actually a reigning beauty queen named Rae. Rae stood several inches over Sarah, who was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring up at the amazon.

I don't know what their problem was with each other, but I arrived just in time for the action. The Arab girl had a half full glass of Sex on the beach in her hand, which she promptly threw in Sarah's face. I Heard Rae scream, “Bitch!”

The bombshell staggered back a few steps on her stiletto heels. She was shocked by the alcohol in her face. Sarah pushed hair out of her face and blinked her eyes clean. The gauntlet was thrown now, she had to either back down or step up and fight this girl. I could see that Sarah was hesitating. Understandable, the last time she had been in a fight Sarah was really humiliated bad. Allison had absolutely destroyed Sarah, and stripped her clothes off, in front of a lot of people.

Sarah glanced around her, looking at her friends, probably hoping someone would interfere. No one did. She actually caught my eye briefly, and I think she recognized me from the crowd at her last battle. Our eye contact seemed to give her an idea.

Sarah turned to Rae a little more bravely. Now I could see the blonde's gambit now. As Sarah faced the beauty queen I could see her small right hand ball into a fist. She glanced at me one more time and I knew what was about to happen.

The blonde took one step into Rae's personal space and drove her balled fist right into the girl's stomach. Sarah put everything into the punch and managed to hit Rae pretty hard right in the gut. The pageant girl grunted “Oof!” loudly and lurched forward.

Rae's eyes where wide open in shock. Her eyes then fluttered closed as her pretty face contorted into a mask of pain. Rae bent over at the waist, Sarah's fist still stuck in her gut. Sarah looked like her old self in that moment, her old cocky, bitchy self. The humiliation of the last few months washed away in her triumph. I imagine Sarah couldn't help herself. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into Rae's belly one more time.

Rae grunted “Huff!” The girls body rocked completely under the blow, her arms flailed loose, and she stumbled on her high heels. Sarah let her victim go and stood over her ready to pounce if she needed to.

Rae just stood there bent over with her hands on her knees and head down. She finally inhaled deeply and raised her head to groan, “Ooooooh!”

At this point one of Rae's friends ran to help her out. Sarah gave this second girl a cocky, “You want a piece of me too bitch?” look but allowed the girl to help Rae walk away. Rae was led away hunched over like a cripple, her breathing erratic.

For Rae it was really awkward, she'd lost the fight but she wasn't able to walk out on her own for almost 15 minutes. Sarah and her friends taunted her the whole time, and it almost looked like Sarah would get into it with another girl. Finally Rae was able to move enough to leave with her friends.

Sarah strutted back to her friends, the hottest girl in the room. She walked up to some lucky guy and shoved her tongue down his throat. Apparently she was really turned on by hitting another girl. She made out with that bastard for a long time.

But that wasn't the end of the night's events...]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13588 Thu, 22 Sep 2011 18:40:04 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13588

“Guys! Sarah's getting into another fight!”

I was out of my chair in an instant. In fact several of my buddies were on their feet. In just a few months Sarah had become a legend around campus. Not only because she was an incredibly hot girl, but because she was also a major bitch.

Only a few weeks ago this got Sarah into deep trouble. She had messed with this girl named Allison, and Allison really kicked her ass. I mean Sarah didn't even fight back, she just flopped around while Allison hit her in the stomach over and over.

We all ran up to the VIP area, kind of a quiet room set aside for groups that wanted to hang out separate from the main bar. There she was.

Sarah stood around 5 foot 6 and had shoulder length, bottle blonde hair. Tonight she was dressed in a very short little black dress that showed off a fine pair of legs. I couldn't help but instantly picture her naked, something I got to see the last time she had fought. Man what a body she had!

As I arrived on the scene Sarah was standing nose to nose with another girl. Her would-be opponent was no slouch on looks either. She looked to be a least part Arabic, with olive skin and dark brown eyes, I learned later that she was actually a reigning beauty queen named Rae. Rae stood several inches over Sarah, who was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring up at the amazon.

I don't know what their problem was with each other, but I arrived just in time for the action. The Arab girl had a half full glass of Sex on the beach in her hand, which she promptly threw in Sarah's face. I Heard Rae scream, “Bitch!”

The bombshell staggered back a few steps on her stiletto heels. She was shocked by the alcohol in her face. Sarah pushed hair out of her face and blinked her eyes clean. The gauntlet was thrown now, she had to either back down or step up and fight this girl. I could see that Sarah was hesitating. Understandable, the last time she had been in a fight Sarah was really humiliated bad. Allison had absolutely destroyed Sarah, and stripped her clothes off, in front of a lot of people.

Sarah glanced around her, looking at her friends, probably hoping someone would interfere. No one did. She actually caught my eye briefly, and I think she recognized me from the crowd at her last battle. Our eye contact seemed to give her an idea.

Sarah turned to Rae a little more bravely. Now I could see the blonde's gambit now. As Sarah faced the beauty queen I could see her small right hand ball into a fist. She glanced at me one more time and I knew what was about to happen.

The blonde took one step into Rae's personal space and drove her balled fist right into the girl's stomach. Sarah put everything into the punch and managed to hit Rae pretty hard right in the gut. The pageant girl grunted “Oof!” loudly and lurched forward.

Rae's eyes where wide open in shock. Her eyes then fluttered closed as her pretty face contorted into a mask of pain. Rae bent over at the waist, Sarah's fist still stuck in her gut. Sarah looked like her old self in that moment, her old cocky, bitchy self. The humiliation of the last few months washed away in her triumph. I imagine Sarah couldn't help herself. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into Rae's belly one more time.

Rae grunted “Huff!” The girls body rocked completely under the blow, her arms flailed loose, and she stumbled on her high heels. Sarah let her victim go and stood over her ready to pounce if she needed to.

Rae just stood there bent over with her hands on her knees and head down. She finally inhaled deeply and raised her head to groan, “Ooooooh!”

At this point one of Rae's friends ran to help her out. Sarah gave this second girl a cocky, “You want a piece of me too bitch?” look but allowed the girl to help Rae walk away. Rae was led away hunched over like a cripple, her breathing erratic.

For Rae it was really awkward, she'd lost the fight but she wasn't able to walk out on her own for almost 15 minutes. Sarah and her friends taunted her the whole time, and it almost looked like Sarah would get into it with another girl. Finally Rae was able to move enough to leave with her friends.

Sarah strutted back to her friends, the hottest girl in the room. She walked up to some lucky guy and shoved her tongue down his throat. Apparently she was really turned on by hitting another girl. She made out with that bastard for a long time.

But that wasn't the end of the night's events...]]>

“Guys! Sarah's getting into another fight!”

I was out of my chair in an instant. In fact several of my buddies were on their feet. In just a few months Sarah had become a legend around campus. Not only because she was an incredibly hot girl, but because she was also a major bitch.

Only a few weeks ago this got Sarah into deep trouble. She had messed with this girl named Allison, and Allison really kicked her ass. I mean Sarah didn't even fight back, she just flopped around while Allison hit her in the stomach over and over.

We all ran up to the VIP area, kind of a quiet room set aside for groups that wanted to hang out separate from the main bar. There she was.

Sarah stood around 5 foot 6 and had shoulder length, bottle blonde hair. Tonight she was dressed in a very short little black dress that showed off a fine pair of legs. I couldn't help but instantly picture her naked, something I got to see the last time she had fought. Man what a body she had!

As I arrived on the scene Sarah was standing nose to nose with another girl. Her would-be opponent was no slouch on looks either. She looked to be a least part Arabic, with olive skin and dark brown eyes, I learned later that she was actually a reigning beauty queen named Rae. Rae stood several inches over Sarah, who was standing with her hands on her hips and glaring up at the amazon.

I don't know what their problem was with each other, but I arrived just in time for the action. The Arab girl had a half full glass of Sex on the beach in her hand, which she promptly threw in Sarah's face. I Heard Rae scream, “Bitch!”

The bombshell staggered back a few steps on her stiletto heels. She was shocked by the alcohol in her face. Sarah pushed hair out of her face and blinked her eyes clean. The gauntlet was thrown now, she had to either back down or step up and fight this girl. I could see that Sarah was hesitating. Understandable, the last time she had been in a fight Sarah was really humiliated bad. Allison had absolutely destroyed Sarah, and stripped her clothes off, in front of a lot of people.

Sarah glanced around her, looking at her friends, probably hoping someone would interfere. No one did. She actually caught my eye briefly, and I think she recognized me from the crowd at her last battle. Our eye contact seemed to give her an idea.

Sarah turned to Rae a little more bravely. Now I could see the blonde's gambit now. As Sarah faced the beauty queen I could see her small right hand ball into a fist. She glanced at me one more time and I knew what was about to happen.

The blonde took one step into Rae's personal space and drove her balled fist right into the girl's stomach. Sarah put everything into the punch and managed to hit Rae pretty hard right in the gut. The pageant girl grunted “Oof!” loudly and lurched forward.

Rae's eyes where wide open in shock. Her eyes then fluttered closed as her pretty face contorted into a mask of pain. Rae bent over at the waist, Sarah's fist still stuck in her gut. Sarah looked like her old self in that moment, her old cocky, bitchy self. The humiliation of the last few months washed away in her triumph. I imagine Sarah couldn't help herself. She pulled her arm back and slammed it into Rae's belly one more time.

Rae grunted “Huff!” The girls body rocked completely under the blow, her arms flailed loose, and she stumbled on her high heels. Sarah let her victim go and stood over her ready to pounce if she needed to.

Rae just stood there bent over with her hands on her knees and head down. She finally inhaled deeply and raised her head to groan, “Ooooooh!”

At this point one of Rae's friends ran to help her out. Sarah gave this second girl a cocky, “You want a piece of me too bitch?” look but allowed the girl to help Rae walk away. Rae was led away hunched over like a cripple, her breathing erratic.

For Rae it was really awkward, she'd lost the fight but she wasn't able to walk out on her own for almost 15 minutes. Sarah and her friends taunted her the whole time, and it almost looked like Sarah would get into it with another girl. Finally Rae was able to move enough to leave with her friends.

Sarah strutted back to her friends, the hottest girl in the room. She walked up to some lucky guy and shoved her tongue down his throat. Apparently she was really turned on by hitting another girl. She made out with that bastard for a long time.

But that wasn't the end of the night's events...]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13587 Wed, 21 Sep 2011 20:13:11 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13587 Hope you enjoy!
If not, tell me why! Always want feedback =)
xEx

Becky always dreamed of being a singer. She'd had lessons, and practised in private, but had never sang in front of anyone before, especially anybody at her school.

When the yearly talent show came around, after she made the mistake of telling her friends about her singing, they went on and on at her to enter.
"Ahww, go on Becks.. It'll finally show those bitches!" Jodie, one of her friends said.

"Those Bitches" referred to Amber and her gang. They'd taken an instant dislike to Becky years ago for no particular reason, and took it upon themselves to torture her in any way and at any time they could. They'd yell at her, call her a whore and a slut, pull her hair.. Nothing too serious, as she was usually with her friends or teachers were about.

Nothing too serious until the talent show...

After school, 16 year old Becky went home and changed in to her tight fitting sparkly top, showing her slim belly along with a short mini skirt. She didnt bother wearing tights or leggins to hide her gorgeous thighs.
Most of the girls at school took the advantage to dress a bit slutty whenever they came to school out of lesson times, and as she checked herself out in the mirror, with her long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, Becky knew she looked HOT. And in a few hours later she would be on her way to sing in front of everyone for the first time ever! She was nervous, but couldnt wait to see the look on Amber and her friend's faces when they heard her voice..

A Few Hours Later...

The cheer was deafening. Most people knew Becky, but no one knew she could sing like that! Even her teachers couldnt help but be astonished. Becky stepped down from the stage to rejoin her friends, who all hugged her, telling her how good she was. The cheer was too loud for anyone to hear Amber hiss to one of her friends "We've got to teach that little whore a lesson..". And no one noticed as Amber, followed by her faithful gang of 4, stepped out of the hall, each with a muderous look on their face.
"Listen guys, i'm just going outside to get some air.. I'll be back" Becky smiled at her friends as she walked out, unknowingly following Amber outside.
The second the door closed, Becky felt herself grabbed and pulled to the side, round the side of the school, out of sight.
Instinctively, Becky tried to fight against her captors, but they gripped her arms tightly and held her in position, as Amber and 2 of her big friends stood in front of her.
Without a word, Amber's fist smashed against Becky's stomach. "Huhhhnnn!!" she groaned in pain, she tried to bend down but was held up. "Ohhhhfff!!!" A second punch, this time lower and harder in to Becky's stomach stopped her struggling completely and Becky was hanging limp with her arms still tight behind her back. One of Amber's friends slapped Becky's pretty face, snapping her head to the side. After a second, Amber's other friend slapped Becky's other cheek. Amber's knee and fists followed in to her soft belly.
"You stupid fucking whore.."
PUNCH! "UGHHH!!!"
KICK! "HUHHHN!!"
The girls holding her let go of her arms. Becky put her hands on her stomach, barely able to stand. One girl punched Becky's ribs, making her gasp and stagger to the side. Another kicked the back of her legs, forcing her down on to her knees. Amber slapped Becky's cheek knocking her to the ground, before kicking the poor girl hard in her already bruised stomach. Becky went to curl up, cover her belly and protect herself from any more kicks, but she was pulled roughly up by her hair. Automatically Becky's arms flew up to get the girl off her, and Amber took advantage by punching Becky full force, low in her belly a few inches below her pierced naval. "Huhhhnn!!!" Becky couldn't help doubling over Amber's fist, gasping in pain. She gently tilted Becky's head upwards, gazing in to her eyes with an evil smile as Becky clutched her belly. "Uhhh.. Pl.. Please... En.. Enough.." She gasped as Amber slapped her cheek, but held her standing, still bent over. "You little slut" she hissed, as Becky's blue eyes gazed in to Amber's cold green ones, she screamed as Amber's knee slammed in between Becky's thighs. She dropped to the ground, half groaning half crying as Amber jumped down on to Becky's stomach. As she curled up, holding her belly, two of Ambers friends bent down and pinned Becky to the ground, her arms out stretched. She was too weak to even struggle, and she was completely helpless as
Amber jumped down again on to Becky's completely exposed belly, making her cough and groan.
She stood on Becky for a few seconds, crushing her stomach a bit more. Stepping off her, she kicked Becky's side so hard there was a loud crack and she was barely conscious as her ribs broke. Amber kicked Becky's thighs apart, and aimed a brutal kick between her legs. "Wait til next time, you dumb whore!" Amber yelled, kicking Becky's stomach as hard as she could.

As they were about to finally walk away, Jodie and Kimmy, Becky's other friend came running round the corner...

PLEASE REPLY!
Good or bad feedback appreciated!
xEx]]> Hope you enjoy!
If not, tell me why! Always want feedback =)
xEx

Becky always dreamed of being a singer. She'd had lessons, and practised in private, but had never sang in front of anyone before, especially anybody at her school.

When the yearly talent show came around, after she made the mistake of telling her friends about her singing, they went on and on at her to enter.
"Ahww, go on Becks.. It'll finally show those bitches!" Jodie, one of her friends said.

"Those Bitches" referred to Amber and her gang. They'd taken an instant dislike to Becky years ago for no particular reason, and took it upon themselves to torture her in any way and at any time they could. They'd yell at her, call her a whore and a slut, pull her hair.. Nothing too serious, as she was usually with her friends or teachers were about.

Nothing too serious until the talent show...

After school, 16 year old Becky went home and changed in to her tight fitting sparkly top, showing her slim belly along with a short mini skirt. She didnt bother wearing tights or leggins to hide her gorgeous thighs.
Most of the girls at school took the advantage to dress a bit slutty whenever they came to school out of lesson times, and as she checked herself out in the mirror, with her long blonde hair and stunning blue eyes, Becky knew she looked HOT. And in a few hours later she would be on her way to sing in front of everyone for the first time ever! She was nervous, but couldnt wait to see the look on Amber and her friend's faces when they heard her voice..

A Few Hours Later...

The cheer was deafening. Most people knew Becky, but no one knew she could sing like that! Even her teachers couldnt help but be astonished. Becky stepped down from the stage to rejoin her friends, who all hugged her, telling her how good she was. The cheer was too loud for anyone to hear Amber hiss to one of her friends "We've got to teach that little whore a lesson..". And no one noticed as Amber, followed by her faithful gang of 4, stepped out of the hall, each with a muderous look on their face.
"Listen guys, i'm just going outside to get some air.. I'll be back" Becky smiled at her friends as she walked out, unknowingly following Amber outside.
The second the door closed, Becky felt herself grabbed and pulled to the side, round the side of the school, out of sight.
Instinctively, Becky tried to fight against her captors, but they gripped her arms tightly and held her in position, as Amber and 2 of her big friends stood in front of her.
Without a word, Amber's fist smashed against Becky's stomach. "Huhhhnnn!!" she groaned in pain, she tried to bend down but was held up. "Ohhhhfff!!!" A second punch, this time lower and harder in to Becky's stomach stopped her struggling completely and Becky was hanging limp with her arms still tight behind her back. One of Amber's friends slapped Becky's pretty face, snapping her head to the side. After a second, Amber's other friend slapped Becky's other cheek. Amber's knee and fists followed in to her soft belly.
"You stupid fucking whore.."
PUNCH! "UGHHH!!!"
KICK! "HUHHHN!!"
The girls holding her let go of her arms. Becky put her hands on her stomach, barely able to stand. One girl punched Becky's ribs, making her gasp and stagger to the side. Another kicked the back of her legs, forcing her down on to her knees. Amber slapped Becky's cheek knocking her to the ground, before kicking the poor girl hard in her already bruised stomach. Becky went to curl up, cover her belly and protect herself from any more kicks, but she was pulled roughly up by her hair. Automatically Becky's arms flew up to get the girl off her, and Amber took advantage by punching Becky full force, low in her belly a few inches below her pierced naval. "Huhhhnn!!!" Becky couldn't help doubling over Amber's fist, gasping in pain. She gently tilted Becky's head upwards, gazing in to her eyes with an evil smile as Becky clutched her belly. "Uhhh.. Pl.. Please... En.. Enough.." She gasped as Amber slapped her cheek, but held her standing, still bent over. "You little slut" she hissed, as Becky's blue eyes gazed in to Amber's cold green ones, she screamed as Amber's knee slammed in between Becky's thighs. She dropped to the ground, half groaning half crying as Amber jumped down on to Becky's stomach. As she curled up, holding her belly, two of Ambers friends bent down and pinned Becky to the ground, her arms out stretched. She was too weak to even struggle, and she was completely helpless as
Amber jumped down again on to Becky's completely exposed belly, making her cough and groan.
She stood on Becky for a few seconds, crushing her stomach a bit more. Stepping off her, she kicked Becky's side so hard there was a loud crack and she was barely conscious as her ribs broke. Amber kicked Becky's thighs apart, and aimed a brutal kick between her legs. "Wait til next time, you dumb whore!" Amber yelled, kicking Becky's stomach as hard as she could.

As they were about to finally walk away, Jodie and Kimmy, Becky's other friend came running round the corner...

PLEASE REPLY!
Good or bad feedback appreciated!
xEx]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13586 Mon, 19 Sep 2011 17:52:09 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13586
There she stood in a secret room in the embassy and took pictures of the plans. Another photo and they will be able to return to the ballroom and take part in the reception like if nothing had happened. Done! She looked around. No one had caught her until now. Therefore she is ultimately one of the best female agents. She hid the film in her brass, put her jacket back on and went to the door. A thud, and she lost consciousness ... When she regained she stood on the wall of a dark, musty-smelling room. Her feet were chained to the ground and her arms upwards. A lamp shone on her and on a small table were all sorts of tools. Her thoughts revolved. They had caught her! And this room was designed for torture! her jacket was missing and her black, low-cut top freeze her away. It was a little bit too far up and revealed her belly, she felt the cold draft in the empty space. But wait! It was not quite empty. She saw movement in the dark and took advantage of breaths. "She is wake", said someone in a foreign Language. A man with a suit and a dangerous looking guy came out of the darkness. "we have been watching you the whole evening. You are good but not good enough for me." "You know what i want, the name of your organisation and the names of other agents. You still have the chance to talk without pain." she spit in his direction and said: "i will never tell you" " My partner has a very good technique for people like you. He chooses one part of your body and...well, works on it. People already talked before the interrogation because they were frightened to loose their hands." said the man in the suit. "im not afraid of you!" "you can start." he said to his partner. the dangerous looking guy smiled evily and started to inspect her body. he saw her breasts moving up and down while she was breathing. She was scared. He tried to pull her top off but he failed. He lost anticipation and ripped it off but just the belly was exposed. It was very slim with slightly visible muscles on it and in the middle of it was a huge inbetween navel that looked like a diamond. The guy was thinking... He remembered when he was a child and his sister poked him in the navel, what a bad feeling it was. "lets do it, it hurts and its uncomfortable." he thought. "looks like he has chosen your bellybutten. Last chance to talk without pain." she didnt answer, she can bear pain pretty good. "ok start it."he said. The other guy was thinking about what to do to her navel. Then he grabbed a iron bar from the table. Her heartbeat went up and she prepared herself for the pain she expected. When he put the iron bar in her navel it felt like someone inserted sandpaper in her bellybutton. First it didnt hurt at all and she was surprised but when he put more pressure on it the pain came and increased when he also turned it around. "Oooaah..."she moaned. Every strong movement felt like an electrical shock. She couldnt explain to herself what she was feeling. She was wondering about it, a torture that hurts but... she didnt want to think about it. He pulled the iron bar out and a little bit dissapointment spread in her. She was scared of herself when she thought "he should do this again." but he went to the table again. She looked down at herself and saw her little red and sore outie reappearing. It had something erotic but what? The man came back with some pliers and began to stretch her navel. No pain at all. Suddenly he sqeezed her little outie hard until the flesh expands to both sides. It was very intense pain but somehow it felt good. She was still fighting with herself, her mind said "what are you doing?" and her body said "yes, torment my little navel." he began to pull on it but it was harder the he thought because her navel seemed to be pretty strong. He pulled with all strength and forced it 2inches out. The feeling got more intense when he began to pull and twist it simultaniously. She couldnt explain this feeling, that she just recognises from the hot nights with her lover. He pulled on it as hard as he could and tied it off. Everything around her began to feel warm, her body yielded to the pain and she fell in ecstasy. "Youre about to give up, i can clearly see it." said the man with the suit. "You can do what you want, I wont talk!" she answered. The guy infront of her said " now im getting angry!" "hopefully." she thought. He took a huge clamp and put it right on her swollen outie. It caused horrible pain, that made her moan again. Sweat begin to run down her body whe he took a dozen needles and inserted them into her tied outie. She looked at her little navel and saw all the needles sticking out in every direction. The scene made her hornier than never before but why? When she still wasnt talking he pulled the needles out again slowly one at a time. Little blood trips run down her navel and the suited guy said to his partner:"looks like yoh failed, huh? " he walked to the table, still smoking his cigarette. He watched it burn down slowly and became an idea. The agent was also watching him and she already knows what hes going to do. She was already expecting it eagerly. She wanted to feel the hot tip burning her flesh, she looked at him and shook her head to get him clear to do it. He thought it was a defense-reaction and that she is going to talk now. He took his cigarette and put it close to her navel, she could already feel the heat and the he did it, he pressed it deep right in the middle of her bellybutton. She could feel her flesh getting burned and she moaned again: "ooaahh..." The smell of burned flesh spread in the air when he pulled out the cigarette. He took the iron bar again and inserted it deeply and twisted it repeatly. The cild metall tip felt so good in her burned navel causing her to faint again...

The End

---

Sorry if there are some little mistakes i wrote it on my iphone and im from germany]]>
There she stood in a secret room in the embassy and took pictures of the plans. Another photo and they will be able to return to the ballroom and take part in the reception like if nothing had happened. Done! She looked around. No one had caught her until now. Therefore she is ultimately one of the best female agents. She hid the film in her brass, put her jacket back on and went to the door. A thud, and she lost consciousness ... When she regained she stood on the wall of a dark, musty-smelling room. Her feet were chained to the ground and her arms upwards. A lamp shone on her and on a small table were all sorts of tools. Her thoughts revolved. They had caught her! And this room was designed for torture! her jacket was missing and her black, low-cut top freeze her away. It was a little bit too far up and revealed her belly, she felt the cold draft in the empty space. But wait! It was not quite empty. She saw movement in the dark and took advantage of breaths. "She is wake", said someone in a foreign Language. A man with a suit and a dangerous looking guy came out of the darkness. "we have been watching you the whole evening. You are good but not good enough for me." "You know what i want, the name of your organisation and the names of other agents. You still have the chance to talk without pain." she spit in his direction and said: "i will never tell you" " My partner has a very good technique for people like you. He chooses one part of your body and...well, works on it. People already talked before the interrogation because they were frightened to loose their hands." said the man in the suit. "im not afraid of you!" "you can start." he said to his partner. the dangerous looking guy smiled evily and started to inspect her body. he saw her breasts moving up and down while she was breathing. She was scared. He tried to pull her top off but he failed. He lost anticipation and ripped it off but just the belly was exposed. It was very slim with slightly visible muscles on it and in the middle of it was a huge inbetween navel that looked like a diamond. The guy was thinking... He remembered when he was a child and his sister poked him in the navel, what a bad feeling it was. "lets do it, it hurts and its uncomfortable." he thought. "looks like he has chosen your bellybutten. Last chance to talk without pain." she didnt answer, she can bear pain pretty good. "ok start it."he said. The other guy was thinking about what to do to her navel. Then he grabbed a iron bar from the table. Her heartbeat went up and she prepared herself for the pain she expected. When he put the iron bar in her navel it felt like someone inserted sandpaper in her bellybutton. First it didnt hurt at all and she was surprised but when he put more pressure on it the pain came and increased when he also turned it around. "Oooaah..."she moaned. Every strong movement felt like an electrical shock. She couldnt explain to herself what she was feeling. She was wondering about it, a torture that hurts but... she didnt want to think about it. He pulled the iron bar out and a little bit dissapointment spread in her. She was scared of herself when she thought "he should do this again." but he went to the table again. She looked down at herself and saw her little red and sore outie reappearing. It had something erotic but what? The man came back with some pliers and began to stretch her navel. No pain at all. Suddenly he sqeezed her little outie hard until the flesh expands to both sides. It was very intense pain but somehow it felt good. She was still fighting with herself, her mind said "what are you doing?" and her body said "yes, torment my little navel." he began to pull on it but it was harder the he thought because her navel seemed to be pretty strong. He pulled with all strength and forced it 2inches out. The feeling got more intense when he began to pull and twist it simultaniously. She couldnt explain this feeling, that she just recognises from the hot nights with her lover. He pulled on it as hard as he could and tied it off. Everything around her began to feel warm, her body yielded to the pain and she fell in ecstasy. "Youre about to give up, i can clearly see it." said the man with the suit. "You can do what you want, I wont talk!" she answered. The guy infront of her said " now im getting angry!" "hopefully." she thought. He took a huge clamp and put it right on her swollen outie. It caused horrible pain, that made her moan again. Sweat begin to run down her body whe he took a dozen needles and inserted them into her tied outie. She looked at her little navel and saw all the needles sticking out in every direction. The scene made her hornier than never before but why? When she still wasnt talking he pulled the needles out again slowly one at a time. Little blood trips run down her navel and the suited guy said to his partner:"looks like yoh failed, huh? " he walked to the table, still smoking his cigarette. He watched it burn down slowly and became an idea. The agent was also watching him and she already knows what hes going to do. She was already expecting it eagerly. She wanted to feel the hot tip burning her flesh, she looked at him and shook her head to get him clear to do it. He thought it was a defense-reaction and that she is going to talk now. He took his cigarette and put it close to her navel, she could already feel the heat and the he did it, he pressed it deep right in the middle of her bellybutton. She could feel her flesh getting burned and she moaned again: "ooaahh..." The smell of burned flesh spread in the air when he pulled out the cigarette. He took the iron bar again and inserted it deeply and twisted it repeatly. The cild metall tip felt so good in her burned navel causing her to faint again...

The End

---

Sorry if there are some little mistakes i wrote it on my iphone and im from germany]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13584 Fri, 09 Sep 2011 21:40:35 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13584 Back
hope you all enjoy!

comment either way please!

xEx

Amy smiled as he pressed his lips against hers... His hands were moving up her thighs as she kissed him back forcefully... He kissed her neck, moving down to her chest... His hands were between Amy's thighs, as he felt her up... she moved her hands to undo his jeans...

RING RING!!!!

They both jumped apart with shock as Amy's mobile rang on the bedside table.
"Oh crap.. Its Dan..." Amy said as she rushed to pick up her phone. "Hey darling! Yeh i'm fine how are you..?" She was interrupted as her "friend" pressed his lips against her mouth. "Mmmm.. Sorry about that.. Yeah. No nothing honey, just at the library! Yeah.. Course babe. See you later... Love you too.." As she hung up she yelled "God damn it! Couldnt you just wait a second!" Amy glared, but flashed a small smile as she pulled her skirt and her small top back on, getting ready to leave. "I told you! He can't find out..."
"Dont worry sweetie... we'll be fine... He'll never know." As John gently kissed Amy again, she smiled at him as she backed out the room, leaving for the library where she knew her boyfriend would check for her within the hour...

A While Later...

Blonde 16 year old Amy collected her revision things from the table, stood up and left the library. She was wearing her short mini-skirt, not hiding her great thighs, as well as her tight dark top, showing her recently pierced belly.
She was suprised... She expected her boyfriend, Dan to be there waiting for her as he usually was.. Amy kinda felt sorry for Dan. She knew he loved her... But she was a 16 year old girl! She couldn't exactly turn down cute boys who were all over her, could she?! Besides.. Its not like he'll ever find out.. Unfortunately for Amy, being only 16, there were things, like how lies always come back around, that the naive young girl would have to learn the hard way. Unfortunately for Amy, it was a lesson that was going to be learned a lot sooner than expected...

About 2 minutes from her home, Amy just came out of a park as Dan and 4 of his friends came round a corner, and stopped a few feet from Amy, who smiled as she came close to her boyfriend. As she was about to kiss him, 2 of his friends had grabbed Amy's arms and held them tightly against her back. Before she could even react, Dan stepped up to her and slapped Amy's pretty face. "Ouch! What the fuck... Ughhh!! Hey!! Huhnnn!" Amy yelled, struggling against her captors as he smashed his fists in to Amy's lower, exposed stomach. "Dumb fucking WHORE! How thick do you think I am!?" WHACK! Another punch to Amy's stomach stopped her struggling. THUMP! Punching Amy's stomach again he drove the breath out of her. Poor Amy went to fall down, but his 2 friends holding her arms tightened their grip, and Amy was straightened up. "Pl.. Please... Baby.. I'm sor.. UGHHH!" She was cut short with a kick in her belly, along with a slap round her face. "Ughh... Huhnn! Oohhfff... Uhhhg...." Amy groaned in pain as Dan's other 2 friends in front of her started hitting Amy's body so hard, she nearly bent in half if it wasnt for the other 2 keeping her straight. "You deserve it you cheating whore!" One of his friends yelled at Amy, hitting her lower belly, just above her waist line, really really hard. "Uhh.. uh.. please.. st.. stop...No UGHHH!!" She cried out as yet another fist slammed in to Amy.
Next thing she knew, she'd been thrown to the ground, landing with a thud, and received a seriously hard kick to her body. Amy curled up in to a ball, as all 5 of them launched their feet kicking and stamping Amy's body, crushing her stomach.
The 4 of them backed off slightly, leaving Dan to pick up poor Amy, and slam her against the wall.
He kissed her lips, gently. Amy could barely feel anything, and she was too weak to defend herself. She slumped downwards, as 2 friends came and pinned her up to the wall. Dan's knee went in to Amy's soft belly, making her groan. He kissed Amy's cheek.
"Gorgeous.. you know you asked for this.." He spoke gently, but his fists were anything but as they smashed in to Amy's ribs and stomach. There was a loud CRACK! and Amy screamed out in pain as her ribs broke. "Shut up! Whore" He yelled at her as he kicked out at Amy, his foot landing between her thighs. He pressed his hands between Amy's thighs as he kissed her forcefully, moving his tounge around Amy's, who was too weak to even think about fighting back.
She was about to pass out, her eyes were closing.. As one of Dan's friends said "Hey Dan.. Can we rape her??"
The shock of the words hit Amy like a ton of bricks. "D.. Dan.. Please... you wouldn't... Pl.. Please..." Amy gasped and started struggling again.
Dan stepped up to her, punching her tender belly, and kicked her again between her thighs. "Well baby... you aint my girl anymore..." He kissed Amy's lips again, before giving her his hardest punch to her stomach so far. He walked away, leaving his beaten, young ex girlfriend at the mercy of 4 of his vicious friends...

TBC??
PLS COMMENT!
xEx[/b][/i]]]> Back
hope you all enjoy!

comment either way please!

xEx

Amy smiled as he pressed his lips against hers... His hands were moving up her thighs as she kissed him back forcefully... He kissed her neck, moving down to her chest... His hands were between Amy's thighs, as he felt her up... she moved her hands to undo his jeans...

RING RING!!!!

They both jumped apart with shock as Amy's mobile rang on the bedside table.
"Oh crap.. Its Dan..." Amy said as she rushed to pick up her phone. "Hey darling! Yeh i'm fine how are you..?" She was interrupted as her "friend" pressed his lips against her mouth. "Mmmm.. Sorry about that.. Yeah. No nothing honey, just at the library! Yeah.. Course babe. See you later... Love you too.." As she hung up she yelled "God damn it! Couldnt you just wait a second!" Amy glared, but flashed a small smile as she pulled her skirt and her small top back on, getting ready to leave. "I told you! He can't find out..."
"Dont worry sweetie... we'll be fine... He'll never know." As John gently kissed Amy again, she smiled at him as she backed out the room, leaving for the library where she knew her boyfriend would check for her within the hour...

A While Later...

Blonde 16 year old Amy collected her revision things from the table, stood up and left the library. She was wearing her short mini-skirt, not hiding her great thighs, as well as her tight dark top, showing her recently pierced belly.
She was suprised... She expected her boyfriend, Dan to be there waiting for her as he usually was.. Amy kinda felt sorry for Dan. She knew he loved her... But she was a 16 year old girl! She couldn't exactly turn down cute boys who were all over her, could she?! Besides.. Its not like he'll ever find out.. Unfortunately for Amy, being only 16, there were things, like how lies always come back around, that the naive young girl would have to learn the hard way. Unfortunately for Amy, it was a lesson that was going to be learned a lot sooner than expected...

About 2 minutes from her home, Amy just came out of a park as Dan and 4 of his friends came round a corner, and stopped a few feet from Amy, who smiled as she came close to her boyfriend. As she was about to kiss him, 2 of his friends had grabbed Amy's arms and held them tightly against her back. Before she could even react, Dan stepped up to her and slapped Amy's pretty face. "Ouch! What the fuck... Ughhh!! Hey!! Huhnnn!" Amy yelled, struggling against her captors as he smashed his fists in to Amy's lower, exposed stomach. "Dumb fucking WHORE! How thick do you think I am!?" WHACK! Another punch to Amy's stomach stopped her struggling. THUMP! Punching Amy's stomach again he drove the breath out of her. Poor Amy went to fall down, but his 2 friends holding her arms tightened their grip, and Amy was straightened up. "Pl.. Please... Baby.. I'm sor.. UGHHH!" She was cut short with a kick in her belly, along with a slap round her face. "Ughh... Huhnn! Oohhfff... Uhhhg...." Amy groaned in pain as Dan's other 2 friends in front of her started hitting Amy's body so hard, she nearly bent in half if it wasnt for the other 2 keeping her straight. "You deserve it you cheating whore!" One of his friends yelled at Amy, hitting her lower belly, just above her waist line, really really hard. "Uhh.. uh.. please.. st.. stop...No UGHHH!!" She cried out as yet another fist slammed in to Amy.
Next thing she knew, she'd been thrown to the ground, landing with a thud, and received a seriously hard kick to her body. Amy curled up in to a ball, as all 5 of them launched their feet kicking and stamping Amy's body, crushing her stomach.
The 4 of them backed off slightly, leaving Dan to pick up poor Amy, and slam her against the wall.
He kissed her lips, gently. Amy could barely feel anything, and she was too weak to defend herself. She slumped downwards, as 2 friends came and pinned her up to the wall. Dan's knee went in to Amy's soft belly, making her groan. He kissed Amy's cheek.
"Gorgeous.. you know you asked for this.." He spoke gently, but his fists were anything but as they smashed in to Amy's ribs and stomach. There was a loud CRACK! and Amy screamed out in pain as her ribs broke. "Shut up! Whore" He yelled at her as he kicked out at Amy, his foot landing between her thighs. He pressed his hands between Amy's thighs as he kissed her forcefully, moving his tounge around Amy's, who was too weak to even think about fighting back.
She was about to pass out, her eyes were closing.. As one of Dan's friends said "Hey Dan.. Can we rape her??"
The shock of the words hit Amy like a ton of bricks. "D.. Dan.. Please... you wouldn't... Pl.. Please..." Amy gasped and started struggling again.
Dan stepped up to her, punching her tender belly, and kicked her again between her thighs. "Well baby... you aint my girl anymore..." He kissed Amy's lips again, before giving her his hardest punch to her stomach so far. He walked away, leaving his beaten, young ex girlfriend at the mercy of 4 of his vicious friends...

TBC??
PLS COMMENT!
xEx[/b][/i]]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13583 Thu, 08 Sep 2011 16:51:50 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13583
Casey was wearing a light gray t shirt that fit loosely on her and rode up when she stretched.

Finally the bell rang people cheered as kris and casey circled each other. Casey barely saw kris move and kris was right infront of her. Casey tried to block a punch fronm kris but kris was faster. The punch landed square in casey's face and she staggered back, falling on her butt.

Kris smiled as casey whiped blood from her nose. Kris walked over, reached down and with both hands, grabbed casey by the front of her shirt, dragging her to her feet. Casey grabbed kriss wrists to free herself but it was no use. Kris yanked casey's shirt up underneath her chin, exposing her stomach just past her belly button. Kris til one hand and punched casey in her care stomach.

Casey grunted and hunched forward but kris still had a firm grip on her shirt and continued to punch casey in her stomach. People cheered, loving the look of casey's bare belly and loved seeing it get punched.

Casey struggled but in the end, kris just threw casey into a brick wall. Casey landed on her bare stomach and couldn't get up. She was too hurt. She heard the sound of kris's footsteps coming closer and she bent down rolled casey onto her back and grabbed the bottom of casey's shirt, pulling it up to her neck leaving her entire silky smooth stomach exposed and pilled her to her feet casey's arms limp and casey was slammed against the wall.

She breathed heavily her body worn out and the sight of casey's bare stomach going in and out made kris smile. She still had a form grip on casey's shirt and punched her again in the stomach, and lifted her by the shirt against the wall with her feet dangling above ground.

Kris punched her again ib the stomach twice, knocking casey out. The crowd cheered as kris threw casey back on the ground, on her bare midriff.

Kris won.]]>
Casey was wearing a light gray t shirt that fit loosely on her and rode up when she stretched.

Finally the bell rang people cheered as kris and casey circled each other. Casey barely saw kris move and kris was right infront of her. Casey tried to block a punch fronm kris but kris was faster. The punch landed square in casey's face and she staggered back, falling on her butt.

Kris smiled as casey whiped blood from her nose. Kris walked over, reached down and with both hands, grabbed casey by the front of her shirt, dragging her to her feet. Casey grabbed kriss wrists to free herself but it was no use. Kris yanked casey's shirt up underneath her chin, exposing her stomach just past her belly button. Kris til one hand and punched casey in her care stomach.

Casey grunted and hunched forward but kris still had a firm grip on her shirt and continued to punch casey in her stomach. People cheered, loving the look of casey's bare belly and loved seeing it get punched.

Casey struggled but in the end, kris just threw casey into a brick wall. Casey landed on her bare stomach and couldn't get up. She was too hurt. She heard the sound of kris's footsteps coming closer and she bent down rolled casey onto her back and grabbed the bottom of casey's shirt, pulling it up to her neck leaving her entire silky smooth stomach exposed and pilled her to her feet casey's arms limp and casey was slammed against the wall.

She breathed heavily her body worn out and the sight of casey's bare stomach going in and out made kris smile. She still had a form grip on casey's shirt and punched her again in the stomach, and lifted her by the shirt against the wall with her feet dangling above ground.

Kris punched her again ib the stomach twice, knocking casey out. The crowd cheered as kris threw casey back on the ground, on her bare midriff.

Kris won.]]> http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13573 Thu, 11 Aug 2011 03:34:22 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=13573 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=11109 Fri, 05 Aug 2011 13:24:19 -0600 http://nestoryarchive.com/showthread.php?tid=11109