Party's on Rachel Written by Mark
I was just standing around, drinking a beer and getting a pretty good buzz on when Cindy came up to me, put her mouth close to my ear and said something I never thought I'd hear. I'll never forget what happened next.
Bob throws one helluva party - everyone was getting wasted or stoned or whatever, staggering around or passing out. He doesn't card, either.
There was this teenage chick named Rachel who came to the party with some of her friends. They weren't around, with all the drinks Bob had been feeding them they had probably passed out or gotten together with some of the guys. She was a pretty brunette, tall and what you would call "long waisted". When she would raise her arms, her shirt would slide up, revealing a smooth, pale belly.
The music was really loud and Rachel was really drunk. She was dancing by herself in the middle of the room, when Cindy's friend Joan came up and started dancing with her, while Cindy walked around the room talking to the guys. There were myself, 3 other guys and the 3 girls in the room.
We all knew that Cindy and Joan were a couple, which was why most of us were a little surprised that Cindy was letting Joan dance with Rachel - that is until Cindy came up and talked to me.
"The only thing I like more than eating ***** is kicking ass", Cindy said to me. "Make sure no one breaks this up, ok?" I nodded up and down to Cindy as she turned up the stereo even louder. Joan was behind Rachel, who was clueless as to what was going on, dancing with her arms up and her eyes closed, her long, lean body wide open as Cindy walked up to her.
The music drowned out the sound, but Rachel's bulging eyes and open mouth told the whole story as Cindy's fist disappeared into her relaxed stomach, dropping her to the floor.
Joan came up behind Rachel, reached under her arms, grabbed the front of her shirt and yanked it and Rachel up. The drunk girl's arms hung at her sides as she tottered in Joan's arms. Cindy cocked her right arm and slammed her hardest punch into Rachel's navel.
We were stunned, hypnotized by the sight of Rachel's soft belly sucking in Cindy's fist, seemingly up to the elbow, her open mouthed bellow drowned out by the pulsing music. The young girl's soft stomach buckled in the middle as Cindy drove a hard left into her.
Joan struggled to hold Rachel up as her legs went limp, but she held on long enough for Cindy to hammer the young girl once more full in the belly. Rachel dropped to the floor again, leaving her shirt in Joan's hands.
It all happened so fast - it only took a few seconds for Cindy and Joan to destroy this poor girl. One of the guys got up, but we held him back as Cindy grabbed Rachel by her left arm and her hair and Joan grabbed her right arm, leaving her right free to punish the teen's defenseless body.
As Cindy and Joan hoisted up the semi-conscious teen, Joan unbuttoned Rachel's jeans and unzipped them with her free hand, then pushed them down low on her hips, revealing the long, smooth curve of her lower belly and the top of her lace *******. Joan reached down to Rachel's crotch, then brought her hand back up and smelled it, smiling at Cindy.
Cindy responded with a hard yank of Rachel's hair, pulling her head back. The pain in her scalp causing her whole body to tense up just as Joan balled up her sweet-smelling hand and pumped a short right into Rachel's lower belly.
Rachel's tensed abs resisted as Joan's quick jab bounced off her, but Joan continued to snap punches into her as her muscles gradually gave way.
Joan was re-arranging the slack jawed teen's guts now, as punch after punch met little resistance. She methodically moved her short, deep jabs up and down the length of the battered girl's stomach, Rachel's long body involuntarily belly dancing for the two girls as Joan pistoned punches into her to the beat of the music.
This went on for a few minutes and all of us guys got incredibly turned on watching these two experienced fighters beat up this defenseless teenager. But the best was yet to come.
When the song that was playing ended, Joan admired her handiwork - Rachel's pale belly had a line of angry red blotches right down the middle, from her sternum to her crotch. Their methodical destruction of Rachel's body was an incredible turn on to watch but they weren't done. I still don't believe what happened next.
Joan stepped behind Rachel and the 2 girls held her up while applying a double hammer lock - then they motioned to us guys to come up and take a shot! Even Joe, who had earlier tried to break up the fight, gave in to temptation. I was last in line.
Bob was first up. He put his left hand under Rachel's chin and pushed, stretching her back, then slugged her high in the belly.
Rachel's reaction was instant deflation - unlike Joan's jabs, Bob's gut slug rocked the teen to the core. Her body instinctively jerked forward only to be quickly straightened up by the 2 girls, her belly spasmodically moving in and out in an attempt to retrieve her lost breath.
Joe was next. He waited until the teen's breathing returned to normal, then put both hands on Rachel's perky breasts and pulled her upper torso toward him by her bra, while driving his knee up into her.
GUUUUFFFFFFF!!! Even the loud music couldn't drown out Rachel's agony. Joe's knee hit her in the middle of her lower belly and ripped upward through her stomach, eventually stopping when it hit her ribcage, gruffly shoving aside a host of internal organs as the young girl's body was lifted completely off the ground by the knee in her gut.
Rachel sagged to her knees as her collapsed belly flopped back out and resumed its spasmodic in and out movement. Her limp body was pretty much dead weight in the girls' arms, so Doug, who was next, motioned to them to just straighten her up right there. He stepped back, then ran up and punted Rachel right in the navel.
Gawd, I could have sworn Doug's foot was completely swallowed by the teen's navel. GUUUUFFFFF!! Again, Rachel was heard above the music, the force of the kick putting her flat on her back as the girls let go of her. Finally it was my turn.
Doug's kick had left Rachel flat on her back on the floor with Cindy and Joan kneeling on either side of her as I walked up to take my turn. The sight of this tall, young, hot brunette laid out helpless in front of me made my hands shake with excitement as I pulled off her jeans and lace *******.
Wanting to see and feel everything, I straddled Rachel's hips with my **** resting on her creamy thighs and put my hands on her lower belly. Her skin was smooth and her belly was so soft, I wondered if it was that way naturally or if all the punches had made her stomach submit so completely.
I slid my hands up Rachel's long, lean stomach and unhooked her bra, tossing it off her **** body. For just a moment, I caressed her firm breasts, then moved back down again, her shallow breathing pushing Rachel's lightly toned muscles against the palms of my hands. In a matter of moments my fists would violate the belly flesh I touched so softly now.
Rachel barely stirred through all of this, the combination of alcohol and gut slugs had her down and nearly out. Cindy was enjoying watching me feel up Rachel, but Joan was growing impatient. "You gonna play with her or beat the crap out of her?", she screamed over the blaring music. I chose the latter.
I decided that Rachel needed a little wake-up, so I got off her, reached down for some pubic hair and yanked. The sharp pain perked her right up, just as I grabbed a handful of her brunette locks and brought her back to her feet.
Surprisingly, Rachel still had a little ***** left as she weakly flailed her arms at me, but I quickly slapped a full nelson on her and spun her toward Cindy and Joan. The girls smiled broadly as they stepped up and delivered a brutal double gut slug to the pit of Rachel's stomach.
With her body right up against mine, I could feel the force of the blow take the starch out of her with an UHHHHHGGGGHHH! Rachel instantly wilted in my arms, but I straightened her back up as I moved around her. The girls quickly took over holding-up duty and once they had a good hold on her, I plowed a right uppercut into her just above the navel.
Her belly was just as soft now as when I caressed it, except now my hard knuckles were grinding against her smooth skin and ripping through her weak stomach muscles. I felt her guts squishing around inside her, conforming to the shape of the fist that had imbedded itself in the core of her body. No sound, no resistance, just an open mouth and a big dent in her once smooth belly.
Once the girls had straightened Rachel back up, I snapped 4 or 5 medium force jabs into her upper belly, tenderizing her stomach for a big slug high into her solar plexus.
Despite the girls' best efforts to keep her straightened up, the teen's slender body buckled in the middle and folded over my forearm. I pushed Rachel back upright, jabbed her again and buried my left hand in her lower belly.
The gentle curve of Rachel's lower stomach distorted inward to its limit as my fist exploded into her. The teen's young body could take no more, I felt it go completely slack as her flaccid belly flopped back out.
I helped the girls straighten her back up once more and had them bend Rachel back as far as they could, stretching out her long torso. Even though Rachel was slender, her battered stomach still stuck out invitingly.
Stepping in close, I alternated 5 hard hooks into her, just offset from her navel, the blows sending her soft belly flesh rippling from side to side, finishing with my hardest punch straight into her navel as the girls let go of her.
Rachel's body jackknifed forward at the waist and dropped face first to the floor. Thinking the fight was over, Cindy came over to high-five me, but, in fact it was only beginning.
After the girls let go of Rachel's battered body and watched her crumple to the floor, Cindy walked up and raised her hand to high-five me. But little did she know that my taste for fist vs. female belly flesh was far from satisfied.
I raised my hand up high so that Cindy, who at about 5'4" was about 5 inches shorter than me, had to stretch out to high-five me. She was totally unprepared for the sucker punch that I ripped into her stomach.
OOOOOUUUUGGGHHH!! Cindy's relaxed stomach collapsed around my fist as her body reflexively bent over and her arms moved to cover up her wounded belly, leaving her looking down with her face wide open.
My knee slammed upward into the easy target, sending her flying onto her back. When she hit the ground, her head snapped back and hit the floor with a loud CRACCCKKK!!, laying her out.
For the second time tonight, I had a girl spread out helpless in front of me, totally at my mercy. Cindy had short blond hair and one of those ideal '50s bodies, her generous curves covered by jeans and a t-shirt that stretched tight across her big ***** and prominent *******.
I didn't have long to admire my handiwork, though, as a wildcat jumped on my back, arms and legs flailing. Quickly covering up my vital areas, I was looking for a way to get this woman off me when suddenly the punches stopped. With considerable difficulty, Doug and Bob had grabbed Joan's arms, but she was still kicking violently at anyone in her range.
A hard kick to the shin pissed Bob off and he jacked Joan with a right to the jaw. Doug followed up Bob's punch with one of his own and I stepped up with a straight right to the point of Joan's chin, stopping the kicking and sending her into la-la land.
Joan was a little taller than Cindy and wiry. She was wearing a big sweatshirt that covered her up, but that was soon pulled up and off by Bob and Doug, revealing a lightweight bodybuilder's physique. Wow!! No wonder this little ***** could kick and punch like that, she had more muscles than the 3 of us put together, including an extremely well defined concave stomach, the muscle fibers clearly visible through her thin skin, even in her board flat lower belly. We proceeded to strip her naked, exposing her C-cup **** that were obviously fake, as Joan had no body fat at all.
I stripped off Cindy's shirt, then me and Doug flipped Joan and Cindy over onto their stomachs while Bob got some duct tape and taped their hands behind their backs.
I motioned to Doug to pick up Joan, who was just starting to stir and beginning to kick again. Sidestepping a kick, I stepped up and drilled her right in the middle of her rock hard stomach.
Joan tightened up at the last second, but taking a full-force gut slug from a 180 lb. man is a bit much for any 120 lb. woman. The feeling of my knuckles plunging into Joan's muscular belly, her 6-pack giving way momentarily, then tensing up with a grunt as her abs finally stop my fist's forward progress - was exquisite. I was determined to break this woman, by the time I was through, my fists would be ripping through her and stopping in her guts.
While Doug and I were preparing to work over Joan, Bob was draping Cindy's shapely body over the armrest of his couch with her legs hanging off the end and her navel centered on top of the armrest. He pulled down her jeans, exposing her entire belly which normally curved out above and below her navel, but had flattened out with her navel right at the highest spot.
For Cindy and Joan, the tables had been turned.
Joe, who had left the room after driving his knee into Rachel's gut, returned to find the teen's female assailants bound, naked and getting a dose of their own medicine.
Joan was back to her kicking and was cursing like a sailor, so me and Doug grabbed her from behind and offered the struggling woman up to Joe. At first he just looked at Joan, wondering whether he really wanted to go through with it, but then the ***** made a big mistake - she spit on him.
Man, Joe just turned red as a beet and opened up on Joan, furiously slamming his fists into her face, stomach and ****. The muscular woman's head snapped from side to side, followed by a series of groans as Joe's rapid-fire punches rocked her hard body.
Joan wasn't kicking or spitting now. Joe's body attack had her sagging a bit and had taken most of the fight out of her, but I easily held her upright as Doug moved around in front of her to take his shots.
Doug slowly ran his left hand up and down the contours of Joan's washboard stomach. She sucked in her abs, as if to trying to get them away from Doug's probing fingers, then weakly kicked at him as slid his hand over her lower belly near her crotch.
He responded to the kick by driving his right hand into her navel. I could feel that she was weakening - her legs buckled a bit and she was bending forward more as her stomach muscles allowed a little more penetration with each punch.
This time, Doug ran both hands over Joan's belly, then moved up to her **** and *******, twisting them painfully. When she resisted, he slugged her twice more in the navel.
UGGHHH!!..GUUUFF!! Joan's shapely ass banged into me twice as Doug's fists dug into her. Her bravado was being betrayed by the sounds now coming from deep inside her as Doug's repeated navel punches gradually broke her resistance.
Doug reached around and grabbed Joan's **** and pulled her hips forward, forcing his body between her legs and grinding himself into her. I moved my own hands to the front of Joan's fit body - the rippling of her stomach muscles as she writhed between us in a vain attempt to escape drove me crazy!
The still feisty Joan somehow managed to clamp a body scissors on Doug, but Joe reached behind Doug and broke the hold. The minute her feet were back on the floor, Doug snapped a pair of left-right combos into Joan's beleaguered navel.
Doug's concentrated efforts had paid off. Joan bellowed a loud OOOUUUFF!! as the first couple of blows drove in far enough to start to wind her. The third broke her - Joan's body instinctively tried to jackknife forward as her once impenetrable abs collapsed. I struggled, but succeeded in holding her upright as the air rushed out of her with a weak groan. The 4th came so fast that her stomach was still sucked in from the devastating 3rd, driving deep into her guts with a dull THUD!!
Those last 2 punches really hurt Joan, her legs went completely as I dropped her in a crying, gasping heap on the floor. I was now my turn and I was intent on reducing her hard stomach to the same softness as Rachel's. I wouldn't be satisfied until it was.
As we were beating up Joan, across the room, Bob was having his way with Cindy, who was soon to provide us with an unexpected treat.
Bob had positioned Cindy's shapely body on the armrest of his couch with her innie navel stretched into a slit right in front of him. Standing next to the end of the couch, he spread her legs open to get as close to her belly as possible, then reached out and slapped her face a few times to wake her.
Bob put his left hand on Cindy's chest and as soon as her eyes opened he drilled Cindy straight down into her outstretched navel.
Cindy had a smooth, curvy belly, but there was a strong girl beneath her layers of fat and even though she was unprepared, the stretching of her stomach offered some protection. But not much, as Bob's hammer shot drove Cindy's gut deeply inward and she responded with a loud GUUUHHHH!!, her upper torso and legs raising up momentarily, then falling back down.
Despite the pain in her belly, Cindy tried to roll off the armrest to no avail. Bob moved in front of the couch, blocking her escape, then resumed his attack, this time on Cindy's vulnerable lower belly.
Because she was bent over backwards, Cindy couldn't see much of anything. Bob held her body down with his left hand and straddled the armrest, positioning himself so that he could gut punch Cindy with his right.
Bob's cracked his knuckles and swung a massive hook into the helpless girl's pooch, just above her pubic bone, breaking down Cindy's fat and muscle walls and eliciting a loud UHHHHFFF!! as his rock hard punch rammed into her internals.
Bob pulled his fist out of her, then slammed another hook deep into her, then another and another. Cindy howled in pain and begged Bob to stop.
"What'll you do to make me stop?" Bob asked. "Anything", said Cindy.
"Anything?" asked Bob.
"I'll bang you", said Cindy.
"So what?", said Bob. "I could beat the s--- out of you and then bang you".
"What do you want?" asked Cindy.
"What I want" said Bob, "Is for you to fight your girlfriend over there".
"F-you" said Cindy.
Bob shoved her back down and hooked her in the lower belly again, then grabbed Cindy's hair and pulled her up to a seated position on the armrest.
"What did you say again?" asked Bob.
"F-you", croaked Cindy through the fire in her lower belly.
"Wrong answer", said Bob.
He cocked his right arm and hammered Cindy in her big right tit, square on the ******, crushing it into her chest wall. Cindy howled in pain as Bob hammered her left tit, then cut off her howling by snapping an uppercut into her solar plexus, crumpling her body over the arm lodged deep in her stomach.
Bob straightened her up and waited for her to take a few breaths.
"Again?" asked Bob.
"F-you", said Cindy.
"Wrong answer", said Bob, shaking his head as he launched another assault on Cindy's belly and ****.
Cindy realized now that Bob was going to beat her until she gave in. She had no choice.
"OK.OK. I'll do it" gasped Cindy.
"Good girl," said Bob."In case you didn't know, you fight until we tell you to stop. Winner leaves, loser, well, loses. Got it?"
"What if she won't fight me?" asked Cindy.
"Then we'll tie her up and you'll beat her up until we tell you to stop." said Bob. "Maybe do a few other things to her, too."
Bob hauled Cindy to her feet and brought her over to where Joan was laying on the floor.
"Guess what?", Bob said to me.
"Guess what?" Bob said to me while pointing at Cindy, who was still bent over from Bob's belly beating.
"This ***** says she'll fight her girlfriend there if we quit beating on her. Let's take this downstairs".
I looked at Joan, who was recovering from Doug's attack and trying to get up and nodded my approval to Bob. Doug and Joe hoisted her to her feet and we led the women down the stairs to the basement.
Bob's basement was a cool, and not well lit place. The glare of a few light bulbs illuminated the cement floor and a row of wooden support poles down the middle of the room. Joan had started struggling against Doug and Joe while Cindy had still not yet straightened up.
"This doesn't look like a fair fight to me," I said as I walked up to Joan, who tried to kick me again, "and I've had enough of this kicking ****." I picked up where Doug left off, hammering a straight right into Joan's navel.
Her navel swallowed my fist with a loud UHHHGG!!, her concave stomach becoming even more so as I slugged through her muscles and into her guts. Joan's belly was very thin and the couple of inches of penetration my punch achieved just wilted her. I especially enjoyed the sight of the muscle fibers of her 6-pack rippling just above the point where I entered her and her stomach's struggle to take in air afterward.
I admired my work momentarily as Doug and Joe pulled her back upright, allowing Joan to take in a few short breaths which I blasted right back out of her with a short left-right combo high into the young woman's muscular upper belly.
The firm flesh of the top row of Joan's 6-pack stiffened as I snapped the punches into her, but the relentless navel beating had weakened her to the point where her stomach could no longer prevent my gut slugs from penetrating her.
GUHHHHFFF.UHHHFF!! Through her thin skin, I felt fiber after fiber breaking down as her muscle wall conformed to the shape my fists, displacing the precious oxygen and driving it out of her open mouth in a rush.
Joan's violated and paralyzed diaphragm took over, as her body committed all of it's depleted resources to the retrieval of her lost wind, leaving nothing to resist my 1-2 to her flat lower belly.
She was much softer down there, her broken resistance leaving her guts to accept the punishment with a THWACK..THWACK!!, the only noise that came from Joan's oxygen-starved body. Both my gut slugs and the view were breathtaking - an exciting contrast between the perfect definition of her upper stomach and my fists buried wrist deep in her lower belly.
With 2 more swings of the hammer, I ripped into the 2nd row of her 6-pack a couple of inches above her navel. The sound of my knuckles impacting the pit of Joan's stomach with another TWAAACK.THAAACK!! was again the only sound, despite her wide open mouth.
There was no resistance, just the natural firmness of well-developed abdominals straining against my advancing fist. With no fat to protect her and the broken muscles of her already concave stomach and 6-pack distorted inward to the limit, the young girl's guts were left to fend for themselves. I felt them squishing deep inside her as her body went limp.
When Doug and Joe dropped Joan to the cold cement floor, the tenderizing process was complete.
"Now, it looks like a fair fight", I said. I got down close to the beaten woman and asked, "Wanna fight your girlfriend? Just croak it out as best you can. Oh, you've got 10 seconds or I'll decide for you."
I awaited Joan's answer.
Joan gave Cindy a look that you would give Benedict Arnold and accepted the fight with a weak "yeah".
Bob untaped Cindy's wrists and she ran over to Joan, reaching her while she was still face down on the ground with her hands half-taped behind her back. Cindy grabbed two big handfuls of Joan's hair and yanked her away from us.
We didn't care who won, so we it go at that. Joan would have to get loose on her own and she struggled frantically against the binding.
Bob had found several pieces of rope and threw them into the area of the fight. "Use 'em if you want," he said.
Cindy still had a firm hold on Joan's hair and raised Joan's face about a foot off the floor, then slammed it into the cold concrete, opening a gash on Joan's forehead and nearly knocking her out as a CRACCKK!! echoed through the room. A repeat of the vicious move stopped Joan's struggling completely.
Cindy flipped the out-of-it Joan onto her back. With her arms still trapped behind her back, Joan's body arched up off the floor, her ribcage sticking out and her fit stomach quickly sloping down away from it.
Getting down on her hands and knees, Cindy put her left hand on the floor to the left of Joan's body, her right on Joan's chest and her right knee on the floor to the right of Joan's body. Then she raised up and drove her left knee down into the middle of Joan's stomach as hard as she could.
UHHHHhhh.. the sound coming from Joan trailed away as Cindy put all of her 150 lbs. onto the knee embedded in her belly. Cindy raised up and slammed the knee into her again. I could see that Joan's stomach was being crushed, her once-hard abs just didn't the strength to resist this kind of punishment. All Joan could do was moan. Then Cindy upped the ante.
She drove the knee into her again, but this time Cindy raised her right leg completely off the ground and began to rock back and forth, grinding her knee into Joan's already crushed belly.
The on Joan's face said it all - her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed in agony every time Cindy rocked. The point of her knee would rip across Joan's severely compressed 6-pack, tearing painfully at the already tortured muscles. Joan cried out for mercy, but we said no.
Cindy ground her knee into her for what must have seemed like an eternity to Joan, but it was nothing compared to what came next. She reached down and grabbed 2 handfuls of finely toned stomach muscle and yanked upward with all her might, literally lifting Joan off the ground by her abs.
EEEEEEEE!!!! Joan screamed and cried for Cindy to stop, but Cindy just ignored her, setting Joan's body down for a moment. then yanking her up again, repeating the devastating move over and over, with each belly yank punctuated by Joan's tortured screams.
Cindy looked like she was tiring not only physically, but also of Joan's crying and begging, so she reached back, then drilled her straight down into the deep line that separated the muscles of Joan's bottom 6-pack, just above the navel.
All of the punches and knees had reduced Joan's muscular stomach to nothing more than an unresisting receptacle for Cindy's fists. Her hard left hand slammed into Joan's guts like jackhammer, then, with her fist already deep inside her, she straightened her arm out and twisted, grinding her knuckles against Joan's reddened skin. The sight of Cindy's fist dominating Joan's 6-pack, just holding it there for us to watch and twisting it in slow motion, was incredible. After an initial UGGGHHH!!, Joan went back to moaning.
Cindy pulled out the fist, then drilled her again right in the same spot. Another UGGGHHH!!, then more twisting and moaning. Cindy pulled out her left hand switched to her right, drilling it into the middle of Joan's stomach, straightening it and twisting, then pulling it out and drilling her again.
The curvaceous woman's fist must have been twisted in Joan's guts for a full 5 minutes and she given Joan's belly a severe working over for 10. She looked at us again for a while, wanting to stop and we thought about it. Cindy knew how to fight and was really hurting this defenseless girl. But her moment of weakness or pity was a big mistake - while she had been looking at us, Joan had finally managed to free her arms.
A few seconds passed, then Joan answered, "Bite me". "Is that your final ansah?" I replied with my best Regis imitation. Joan said nothing. "Well, either way's fine with me," I said.
Joan stared daggers at Cindy. "You're pathetic, giving in to these assholes!" she said to her. "If I didn't think it'd get 'em off, I'd kick your ass right now."
"Shut up", replied Cindy, obviously taken by surprise by Joan's verbal assault.
"Just look at you, ya fat cow", Joan continued, "If I was as weak and fat as you, I'd never leave the friggin' house."
"Shut up!! Shut the f--- up!!" screamed Cindy, who was now struggling to get her arms loose. "I'm sick and tired of your attitude, that you're better than me!! You think you're so friggin' perfect. I'm gonna beat the s--- out of you so bad, no one will think you're perfect after I'm done."
Whoa! Looks like 'ol Joan might have struck a nerve. Cindy tried to kick Joan, who was still on the floor, but we held her back. For the moment.
While Cindy was having her tirade, the ever resourceful Bob had gone upstairs to get some goodies. Handcuffs, hammer, nails, rope and the biggest damn double-ended ***** I've ever seen. The thing must have been 2 feet long! He also walked over to other side of the basement and came back with a short piece of hardwood staircase bannister that is round with a flat on one side.
"Bring that ***** over here," said Bob while pointing at one of the wooden poles in the middle of the room. Doug and Joe obeyed, hoisting the ever-struggling Joan to her feet and dragging her over to Bob, who unwrapped the tape from her wrists and quickly slapped the cuffs on her. "Just making sure she doesn't get loose," he said.
The 3 guys shoved Joan's back against the pole as she kicked and screamed obscenities at them. Bob grabbed the bannister and stuck it between her left arm and her back at her elbow, then behind the pole with the flat side facing it. Then he pulled Joan's right arm back and fished the bannister between it and her back again. When he finished nailing the bannister to the pole, Joan's chest was stretched taut from side to side, with her **** pointing left and right and her ribs sticking way out. The writhing woman was hopelessly trapped.
But Bob wasn't done. "I'm tired of this kicking ****, too," he said as he picked up a piece of rope and tied a loop at the end. He lassoed Joan's left ankle with it and threw the rope over the top of the bannister, then pulled down, yanking her leg up off the floor. Then, the right.
Joan's cursing changed to pain-filled howling as Bob pulled her legs up as far as they would go and tied them off. She was completely off the ground now, held up by the bannister that dug into the crux of her elbows and was bent backwards almost into an "O". Her fibers of her perfectly toned muscles were more visible than ever as the thin skin of her lithe and amazingly flexible body was stretched tight as a drum over them.
The whole time Joan was being bound, Cindy was yelling at me to untape her. Man, she was really pissed off and ready to take out all of her frustrations on Joan's defenseless body. Just as Bob put the finishing touches on Joan, she broke loose, all red faced, fists clenched. Needless to say, our level of our arousal went through the roof as Cindy reached the front of Joan's body, which was about to get a lot less perfect.
Bob, Doug and Joe quickly stepped aside as Cindy rushed to the front of Joan's body, obviously intent on replying to the young bodybuilder's harsh remarks not with words, but by driving her clenched fists into Joan's belly and ****.
The enraged woman's two-fisted barrage began with a torrent of lefts and rights into Joan's outstretched stomach, just above her navel.
The air filled with sounds from both women, with Cindy grunting as she unleashed her fury into her fit rival's guts and Joan, also grunting from the futile effort to resist Cindy's pounding, then UHHGGGs and groans as the defenses of her toned abdomen began to fail.
Joan's taut stomach muscles put up a valiant effort, visibly rippling behind her skin as Cindy's fists tore into them, but the infuriated girl's focus on one aspect of her guts quickly broke her down.
At the start of Cindy's onslaught, Joan's belly tensed and sucked in in an effort to harden itself, but after about a dozen hard slugs, her concave stomach had become flaccid and began to sag out, only to driven back in by the next vicious punch.
Cindy began to slow her pace and measure her rival, watching her labored breathing and timing her shots so that every one knocked the wind out of her with the THUDD!! of fist against flesh and a short rush of expelled air.
The pain from the multitude of punches concentrated in the pit of Joan's stomach, combined with the lack of oxygen put her out. But Cindy didn't stop there, she started slugging Joan's **** and exposed ribs, making her bowed head bounce up and down on her chest with each solid punch. Finally, Cindy reached back and hammered the poor girl one last time in the same spot just above her navel. The ravaged bottom row of Joan's 6-pack collapsed completely as the hard fist penetrated deep into her sloshing guts, sending a shock wave through the soft flesh of the unconscious girl's relaxed muscles.
Cindy stepped back, a bit winded from beating up Joan. We were awed by the systematic way she had totally destroyed this powerful woman and we thought the fight was over, but it turned out that Cindy had other ideas.
Joan laid on the floor, curled up and suffering for quite a while, in fact Cindy had awakened first to find her arms and legs *******. She squirmed around for several minutes, trying to get loose to no avail.
Finally, Joan recovered enough to get to her feet, but she was a mess. The entire middle of her muscular belly was all red, black and purple and she bent over as she walked over to Cindy.
Joan flipped Cindy over on to her back, putting her into the same position Joan had been in a few minutes earlier, with her arms trapped beneath her and her back arched. The voluptuous girl's big ***** rose majestically from her chest and her smooth upper belly dipped down to her deep innie navel then back up again as her lower belly softly curved out.
Joan stood above her helpless rival's body, then said, "This is for starting the fight before I was ready." Then she jumped up and landed with both feet right in the middle of Cindy's stomach.
Joan dug her heels deep into Cindy, crushing a loud UGGGGHHHH!!!!! from her compressed gut, then GUHHHH!!!GUHHHH!!GUHHHH!! as Joan jumped up and down on Cindy's stomach as if she were a human trampoline, one time landing with both feet together on her navel, the next with one foot on her upper belly and one on her lower belly. Cindy's upper torso and legs jackknifed up, trying vainly reduce the pressure on her belly, but the feet embedded deep in her soft guts soon crushed the fight right out of her.
"This is for kneeing me," said Joan while still standing on Cindy's stomach - but not for long, as she jumped up again, this time coming down with both knees into her rival's guts.
OHHHhhhh..Cindy's voice trailed away as Joan's bony knees slammed into her unresisting belly, squishing out the soft belly flesh as Cindy's stomach collapsed under Joan's kneecaps. The look on Cindy's face was on of total agony as the color drained from her and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Joan kneeled on Cindy's belly for a moment, then said, "This is for punching me," as she got off her.
The muscular woman's fist drilled into Cindy's navel and disappeared completely into her body with a loud GUUUHHH!!! She held it there for a moment, then withdrew it slowly and slammed it high and deep into Cindy's flaccid upper belly, sending waves of soft flesh away from the site of the massive slug and blasting the remaining air from her body with a GUUUFFF!!
Joan's got up and picked up 2 long pieces of rope, then walked back over to Cindy and sat on her with her shapely ass on Cindy's belly and one hand on each of her massive ****. Joan bounced up and down on Cindy's stomach while she talked.
"You fat cow, did you think you could beat me in a fair fight?" Joan taunted. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson you'll never forget. I'm gonna rip you're **** off, you stupid *****!!"
With that, Joan grabbed a long piece of rope and tied it around Cindy's left tit as tight as she could, immediately reddening the massive orb. Then she ******* the right.
Above the wooden poles in the center of the room was a support beam with some rafters above them. Joan dragged Cindy's body over to the center of the room between the poles and took the long ropes and threw them over the beam through the rafters, so the ropes came down on the other side.
"Little help here?" Joan said to Bob, while yanking Cindy to her feet by the hair. The powerful girl put Cindy in a massive bear hug, squeezing the life out of her beleaguered torso and lifting her several inches off the floor right under the beam. Bob pulled up the ropes and tied then to the beam.
EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! The screams we heard when Joan released the bear hug where like no other we've ever heard as Cindy was suspended from the beam by the ropes tied to her ****.
Cindy had tired from beating Joan's body into unconsciousness and even slugging her belly and **** after she was out, but her rest wouldn't last long. She was eager to torture and humiliate this arrogant *****.
"Throw me that," she said to Bob while pointing at the giant *****, which he flipped to her. Cindy inserted one end into herself and bent the thing up and into Joan, slamming it deep into her with a thrust of her hips. We watched, open mouthed, as Cindy put her hands behind Joan's thin waist and started banging the unconscious woman.
After several minutes of using Joan's body to pleasure herself, Cindy decided it would be more fun if Joan was awake, so she thrust her hips forward again to slam the ***** way up inside her, then balled up her fist and hammered Joan low in the belly, right on the rubber shaft of the *****.
"AHHHHHHHH!!!!" Joan howled as she awoke with a start, her guts rudely violated by the rubber phallus lodged deep inside her. "Ahhhh, there's my girl," said Cindy, putting her face close to Joan's. "I'm gonna enjoy f---ing the hell out of you and beating the crap out of you at the same time, you f---ing *****." Then she slugged Joan's lower belly again.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Oh, gawwwd, please stop", begged Joan as Cindy resumed ******* her, but Cindy was enjoying Joan's begging, and wanted more. After banging the bound, moaning girl for a couple more minutes, Cindy slammed her fist straight into Joan's navel, where the end of the ***** resided.
"AHHHHhhhh!!" The pain in Joan's belly was so great that she couldn't even beg as the ***** rearranged her guts from the inside. I swear that I could see the outline of the huge phallus through her skin as her thin belly caved in from the vicious punch.
"Oh, gawwd, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" begged Joan as soon as she was able. "Sorry, don't believe ya," smirked Cindy, who again resumed banging her rival until she came in a knee-weakening climax, leaving the sweat from her voluptuous, glistening body on Joan's chiseled physique as Cindy slid up against her.
When she had recovered, Cindy pulled the ***** out of herself and used it on Joan. Cindy knew how to pleasure her and despite Joan's best efforts at resistance, within a few minutes she climaxed. As Joan moaned, Cindy stuck the phallus back deep inside her again, with the other end sticking straight down between her legs, then slammed her in the navel once more.
"AAAHHHHHH!!!," Joan screamed again as her battered stomach absorbed Cindy's punch, the force of the blow spitting the ***** out of her crushed abdomen.
Cindy didn't give Joan a chance to beg this time, immediately abusing Joan's already tender lower belly by peppering the flat expanse with several painful jabs, then bashing her guts in with a full-force slug to her stomach, just above the pubic bone. Joan groaned in agony as the jabs thudded against her stomach wall and yelped pleasingly as the big punch easily ripped through her tortured muscles, leaving her organs to stop the forward progress of Cindy's knuckles.
Cindy was out to slowly and methodically destroy her rival. She would pause for a few moments after each jab/punch combo to enjoy Joan's immense suffering, then repeat the punishment, a jab/punch low in the belly and a another pause. After several of these, she moved up, setting her sights on the middle of Joan's 6-pack.
But before Cindy would start wailing on Joan's upper belly, she lifted Joan's head up off her chest by a handful of hair and asked, "How ya feeling now, *****? Not so perfect now, huh?" Joan was in no condition to answer and Cindy let her head fall back down.
Without hesitation, Cindy assumed the stance of a martial artist, arms cocked and the backs of her fists facing down. Then with a yell, she snapped a hard straight right hand into the muscular center row of Joan's 6-pack.
Up until now, Cindy had concentrated on punishing Joan's navel area and below, but this tactic was different and even more devastating. By focusing on maintaining perfect form, Cindy's goal now was to put her punches through Joan's body, rotating her fist as the karate thrust impacted Joan's washboard stomach and kept going. Cindy's arm was nearly straight by the time it finished hammering deep into the poor girl's guts.
The deep distortion and rippling away of the once-hard girl's abdomen was accompanied by a quick deflation of Joan's body and a fairly loud GUUUUFFF!! Without air to be driven out, the only sounds left for her would be those of Cindy's fists rocking Joan's sagging belly flesh with a THUDDD!!
Realizing that Joan would not be conscious much longer, Cindy delivered the devastating thrusts quickly now, waiting only long enough to set herself before sending another solid punch tearing through Joan's stomach, each one seemingly stopping only when it reached her spine. They didn't make it quite that far, but considering how thin Joan's stomach was, the depth Cindy's fists achieved was amazing.
Somewhere in the time that Cindy was working over Joan's upper belly, the young bodybuilder went from semi-conscious girl to unconscious punching bag. Even though she was out, Cindy continued to karate thrust her high in the stomach, determined to completely destroy every muscle in her abdomen. Cindy hit those top two rows of her 6-pack so many times I lost count, with Joan's stomach absorbing many hard punches after I thought she was out.
Finally Cindy stopped hitting her, as we were moving to stop the fight, but unbelievably, she wanted more of Joan. She picked up her head again and said to her, "I'll give you a chance now, *****. You want to kick my ass? Let's have a belly punching contest right now. First to go down 5 times loses." Cindy grabbed Joan's hair and shook her head up and down. "She accepts," said Cindy.
We released Joan from her bindings and she fell to the floor in a heap. Cindy cracked her knuckles as Bob got stuck some ammonia under Joan's nose to wake her up.
Cindy screamed in agony as she hung from the beam by her dark red ****, the pull of the ropes causing her to hang at an angle with her back arched and her sucked-in stomach sticking out toward Joan.
Joan put her left hand on Cindy's belly, feeling her diaphragm contracting as the soft woman yelled, then relaxing and taking in a breath. On the next relaxation of Cindy's stomach, Joan reared back and slammed a straight right hand high into her solar plexus.
Joan's paralyzing slug wrist deep into the nerve center of Cindy's belly replaced her screaming with an UGGGGHHHH!! and Joan's follow through sent her body swinging back, then forward to be met by another hard right hand flush into her plump lower belly with a THUDDD!!..OHHHhhh.as Cindy's swinging was stopped abruptly by Joan's fist.
Cindy wasn't screaming now as her slugged-in gut visibly struggled to take in air. Joan put a hand on each side of her hips and pulled her forward, then shoved her hard, sending Cindy swinging way back, then wound for up a big right uppercut as her body returned.
The color drained from Cindy with a trailing OHHHhhh. as her stomach swung into the solid punch. Joan's fist entered her at the navel, then ripped up through her flaccid upper belly, stopping under her ribcage, guts sloshing and legs jackknifing Cindy's head fell back, her hair hanging down, completely surrendering her body to Joan.
Joan swung her voluptuous blond punching bag again, slamming another uppercut into Cindy's pale, limp body, her soft skin and belly flesh wrinkling around Joan's knuckles as they tore up and into her sagging stomach.
After several more swings and slugs, Joan grabbed another rope and tied it around the moaning, semi-conscious girl's ankles then through the rope over the beam and pulled up until Cindy's body was hanging horizontally with her belly facing the floor, about even with Joan's chest.
Wanting to inflict as much pain as possible on her rival while she was still awake to feel it, Joan walked up along side Cindy's body and began pistoning uppercuts into her sagging belly.
The powerful woman's punches lifted the center Cindy's body up with a THUDD!! From the side, I could see Joan's fist enter her low-hanging belly flesh, the shock-wave rippling across her stomach on impact, the collapsing of her abdomen as the hammer was driven upward into her and the bulging of Joan's biceps as she lifted her up by the guts.
No sound from Cindy's mouth, only the drum-like sound of a severe belly beating, as Joan hit the poor girl's stomach everywhere for what seemed an eternity. I don't know how many punches were actually thrown, but I can say that Joan continuously slugged Cindy hard in the stomach for a couple of minutes.
Needless to say, Cindy lost consciousness somewhere in the middle of this brutal beating. When Joan had finished destroying her, she flexed her muscular arms which had pumped up from Cindy's belly workout.
We cut down Cindy's devastated body, which was all sorts of different colors, from the red of her **** to every color of the rainbow covering the entire surface of her stomach. We dragged her limp body back upstairs and threw her on the floor next to Rachel, who was still out.
"I'll take care of these two," said Bob as we left the party.