Parking Garage Story 2 by Unknown
Dressed in my jogging shorts and T-shirt I was returning from my evening jog. As I walked through my apartment complex he stepped out and planted his fist in the center of my belly.
On my knees gasping for air, I heard him say something about me taking his parking space and giving him the finger. I never saw who came from behind, picked me up, and pulled my arms back. “Is this the ***** that's been getting our parking space, he said?”
“This will remind you where to park,” he said as he five times punched me solidly in my belly. I jerked but couldn't move. That's also when my body surrendered, and I didn't have the strength to struggle.
Again and again, he slammed his fist into my weakened soft belly. “Please, please stop,” I pleaded.
As I was held in place, he jabbed each of my breasts several times. That hurt like hell.
I thought, please punch me in my belly or even my face. After hurting my chest, he again aimed for my belly. My body rocked with each of the many more punches I received. I was mostly shocked that I was being beaten up by gay guys.
I couldn't believe it. My belly ached for several days. I got to my apartment and removed my shirt. There was a big bruise around my bellybutton and several bruises down to my ***** waistband while my breasts were bruised and swollen.
I don't like being punched in the belly, but I really don't like my breasts being struck either. I believe guys punch girls in the belly to see her facial expressions, watch her belly and breasts quiver and or jiggle but mostly to hear her grunt and moan.