- The First Story I Wrote -- NotOnYourLife, 19:59:35 03/01/09 Sun [1]
It Happened in China Town written by Unknown
Charlie Tang jumped breathless out of a yellow cab. "Tara, your brother and Willie are stuck in Wu Chang's factory." Tara Wei looked up from her little vegetable garden and stared at Charlie, "Why did they go there! They knew it was much too dangerous." Charlie was on the ground beside her, talking excitedly. "Your brother knew he could find evidence of Wu making drugs. He took Willie to take pictures for the newspaper. I came along for moral support. We got in and found where Wu makes the drugs. Took pictures and got caught. Your brother and I were able to get away, but Willie got beat up and they took him back to an office. Your brother sent me to get help. He stayed to see if he could help Willie.
Tara stood up and threw her gardening gloves to the ground. "We've got to call the police." "No Tara. We call the police and Willie is dead. We need to get him out first. I'm getting Sammy and Dodo. We'll bust back in, get Willie and call the police from there before we leave. I'm sure they haven't found your brother yet. We'll have an element of surprise."
Tara looked doubtful and put her hands on her hips. "I'm going too." Charlie shook his head worried. "No Tara. You need to stay here in case we don't come back."
Tara still stood defiant. "Do you think I'll be safe here? Besides, none of you have a car. How are you going to get to Wu Chang's Factory? By cab...Real conspicuous. I'll drive. My brother taught me how to take care of myself."
Tara, Charlie, Sammy Cheung, and Dodo Liu snuck into the alleyway next to Wu Chang's Hard Candy Factory in the center of China Town. It was dusk. The tall buildings cast long shadows that made slinking in easier. The evening shift was still working so there was plenty of noise to hide their movements. Charlie led the others into a side door that opened to a dimly lit hallway. They hid behind a row of crates and watched a fit looking man sitting behind a small desk smoking and reading a magazine. Beside him was what looked to be a utility closet.
Charlie pointed to the man. "He's guarding the entrance." "We could rush him." said Dodo. He was always ready for direct action. "No. Too noisy, besides he might be armed. He's sure to get off some kind of alarm before we reached him."
Tara looked at the guard for a while. "I've got an idea." She was still dressed in her gardening clothes. A loose white tee shirt and an snug pair of old blue jeans. She tied the front end of her tee shirt into a knot just below her bust line, exposing her abdomen from just below her round half outie navel to the curve of her ribs.
Charlie was utterly surprised. He had known Tara since she was just a kid, and although she was cute, she had always been the innocent girl next door. Always dressing modestly, even at the beach. All the boys stared. She was unbelievable. Her stomach was smooth and firm yet very feminine. She didn't appreciate their looks.
"You just get him while his back is turned." She walked down the hallway towards the guard. As she walked down the hallway. the guard, a big mean ugly looking man put down his magazine to regard her. Tara smiled as she walked past and the man followed her with his eyes and turned slowly to continue to watch. She turned looked at a calendar on the wall. She stretched a bit to point to it as if checking the date, exposing more of her abdomen to view. He was about to speak when Dodo hit his head from behind. The guard fell unconscious to the floor. Dodo and Sammy tied the guard with duct tape they found in the desk drawer and tossed him into the utility closet. The back of the closet had a dark metal staircase twisting down into the basement.
"They're down there." He pointed down the staircase. Charlie led the group with Sammy following, then Tara and Dodo covering the rear. Tara kept her shirt knotted up. They could probably use the trick again. Besides it made her feel like a spy..or a Bond girl.
As they walked down their eyes became accustomed to the dark. The stairway became straight and entered what looked like the production floor of a factory. "This is where they make the drugs," Charlie said, "Over there is the office." He pointed to a door and glass window visible from the staircase. "Look!" Tara noticed, "It's Willie. He's in the Office on the couch."
"He looks drugged." Sammy said.
A commotion started from around the corner, sounds of fighting could be heard. Tara recognized her brother's voice. "C'mon," said Dodo," We got to jet." Charlie pointed to the Office, "Tara you get Willie and call the police. We'll get your brother and get out of here."
They all moved quickly down the staircase and Tara went over to the Office. The door was open. Willie weakly looked up at Tara as she came in. He looked drugged.
"Willie are you alright."
"Call the cops..." He gestured weakly towards the phone on the desk.
Tara nodded and went over to the desk. She sat down by the phone with her back to the door. She could hear the commotion outside get louder as she dialed zero and asked the operator for the police. She looked back over at Willie worriedly. "I'll be OK," he tried to smile.
A voice came again over the phone. "Fifth precinct is this an emergency?"
Tara spoke hurriedly, "Yes! We've found a drug ring at Wu Chang's Factory in China Town.
People are hurt send help..."
Tara's words turned into a yelp of pain. Hands pulled her from the chair and into the air by her hair. Her hands went reflexively to her scalp to relieve the pain. Tara's was slammed against the wall of the office completely stretching her body. Her feet were off the floor. A fist buried itself deep into her stomach just above her navel. She didn't expect it. Air came whooshing out of her. Her attacker dropped her to the ground. She crumpled into a ball holding her middle and trying to suck air.
"Looks like our trap caught the wrong mouse."
She looked up and saw a skinny man with crooked teeth by Willie. Willie looked like he had seen a ghost. Tara thought how could she have been so stupid. They wouldn't leave Willie unguarded! The man hulking over her, gloating... her attacker was the guard from the hall. He was rubbing his right fist with his left hand. He had enjoyed the punch.
The skinny man spoke again, "maybe we can catch our rat with a little mouse. Woncau, pick her up and take her to the door."
Tara was gaining her breath back. She began to struggle as the guard picked her up. He smacked her face.
"No Woncau! Not the face. That's our bait."
The guard smiled and hoisted Tara easily up and pushed her against the wall with force. The action stunned Tara. Woncau wound his left arm through her arms and across her back. He tightened his grip and forced her chest outward. He turned with Tara away from the wall and towards the door. She tried to kick off the wall and nearly broke free. They struggled a bit when Woncau took his free right fist and plowed it deeply again into Tara's exposed belly.
"oooooof," she said deflating. He held his hand there, enjoying the sensation. Tara could barely breath until he removed his fist. When he finally did he whispered in her ear, "Now be a good girl for uncle Woncau."
Woncau dragged her to the doorway.
Tara's brothers and the others had been doing well. She saw other men keeping their distance panting. The skinny man spoke, "Liu Cheung, Whose pretty little doll is this." No one spoke, Charlie, Sammy, Dodo and Tara's brother Liu all looked equally shocked.
"Come now," the skinny man spoke again, "she must mean something to someone."
Silence again. Even Wu Chang's henchmen looked shocked.
The skinny man clucked his tongue, "Oh well. Then none of you will mind this."
He reached over to Tara and held her across the chest with his left arm, then he punched her in the belly on top the navel with his right fist. He hammered three quick punches in succession. Each punctuated by a meaty thwump from his fist hittingTara's belly and an ever-weakening ooof from her mouth. Woncau just laughed.
The basement exploded into action. Liu jumped to save his sister. Woncau tossed her back into the office and moved to meet Liu. Fighting erupted around the door. Tara tried to regain her breath. Her breathing labored as she held her tortured belly. As the air came more easily she rolled over onto her back. Her right arm out flung over her head. Her left massaging he stomach around her navel. The sound of sirens could be heard. Tara felt a wave of relief. The door slammed and the fight sounds dimmed. "I'm not through with you." Woncau had come in. He was bleeding from his lip and one eye was swollen half shut. He had locked the door and there was a dreadful pounding from outside. Tara could hear her brother screaming.
Tara tried to move, but Woncau leaped to the floor and pinned her legs beneath his right knee. He then grabbed both wrists and held then pinned to the floor above her head. Her abdomen stretched before him. An red blotch forming were she had been punched before. His jaws went slack as he balled his right fist and punched straight down between her ribcage and navel. Tara oooofffed. He held his there for several seconds. He raised it again and punched down again straight into her navel. Tara had no more air and she could feel consciousness slipping away. He moved his fist up and down her belly. The lifted it to punch a third time.
Willie rolled off the couch and into him breaking his hold. Tara laid there as Woncau got up to deal with Willie. The door finally burst open and Tara's brother and the police came in.
An ambulance carried Tara and Willie away. She would feel better in a week, but never felt like being a Bond girl again.
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- how 'bout it? -- stomach -i, 21:33:05 01/18/09 Sun [2]
I'm a man who has had a stomach fetish since I was 10 or so!
I've had girlfriends who have gotten into it to some degree, but now I have no one.
I live near Clearwater and am wondering about fulfilling a fantasy I've been imagining. Can it become a reality? It's pretty particular...
- a pretty young, skinny girl in her twenties or so, with long hair...
- wears old faded blue jeans (no belt) and a 3/4 sleeve top. The top can show some of her stomach.
- maybe a cut-off football Jersey, or some sort of top that shows some stomach. There's something special about 3/4 quarter sleeves to me: they show off the shape of a girls elbow before it plunges into a stomach.
- whenever she talks about it, she never uses the word "belly" - only "stomach," for the sound of a girl sying that is such a turn on to me.
- I play like I'm going to choke her from behind, and she protects herself by thrusting her elbow into my stomach, doubling me up and putting me out of commission. Or I could cover her eyes from behind like in a playful greeting, but as she's in a bad mood she throws her elbows back into my stomach. Or maybe we role play like she's breaking up with me. As she walks away from me she warns me not to touch her again or she'll have to hurt me. But I won't listen and approah her from behind. And this can be when she buries her elbow in my stomach. I double over, and she stands there telling me she warned me.
- still camera pics or video is taken from various angles of me being elbowed and punched in the stomach. Close ups of her elbow pointing up just before it's thrown back.
- she lets me hit her in the stomach, too, and she doubles over.
- no wierd music or lights or screaming; no intense S & M costumes. Just a simple shoot with a wholesome looking young skinny girl in jeans who loves to punch men in the stomach.
What do you think?
Can it be done?
Do you have someone in mind?
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- please punch me -- Ahmed, 19:44:12 02/07/09 Sat [1]
hello everybody, iam 31 y old guy living in montreal. iam looking for a girl or lady that accept to punch me hard in my belly. i never found that outside clips and i never tried that before but i really wish to experience being punched in my belly. plz if any woman interested, plz email me soon. thanks
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- Need a girl to punch -- shan, 05:48:21 09/08/08 Mon [1]
Im from Sri lanka im 24 years old... fair looking boy interested in belly punching ... and writing scripts on belly punching ... can you please help me ?
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- big belly beatdown -- s, 14:49:05 08/02/08 Sat [1]
Trying to find some skinny Black punks who want to pound on a big white beer belly. Jump me from behind to pin my arms back. My milky white belly is now wide open and completely unprotected. Sink your hard fists deep into that hanging stomach again and again, without mercy. Turn my white belly into mush and keep pounding.
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- Keri's on XM radio audio download -- Jerry, 05:26:54 07/02/08 Wed [1]
Just visit Lazlow.com and get the mp3 of her bp action with Brooke.
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- fat man beatdown -- soft belly, 13:54:31 06/28/08 Sat [1]
My big belly is soft and full of beer. It's about 50" around and hangs out over my pants. I'm looking for 4 or 5 thin punks to jump this fat man and work that belly. Two or three can hold my arms while the rest can punch on that huge gut.
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- Belly Punching and Navel Love -- DamselStruction!, 14:45:18 04/30/08 Wed [2]
Hello Everyone,
Just wanted to announce the Belly Punching and Navel Love board. First 20 people to post get free 5 minute video clip! Vote for which clip in the poll!!!
Here's the URL:
http://www.damselstruction.com/Belly_Punching_and_Navel_Love/index.php
Thanks,
Jim Hart
www.DamselStruction.com
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- Are You Up To The Challenge? -- Michael, 16:05:34 05/13/08 Tue [1]
I am a 5'11", 183 lbs male from Texas. I love to let women dominate my stomach for as long as they want however they want. With some female friend who like to beat my belly into submission I have played a game where I give them twenty minutes to dominate my stomach however they want, and if I submit they get to continue the beating for as long as they wish, and do anything they want to do with me and my belly. So far, none of these friends have been able to do it. My stomach can be described as soft, and if there are any ladies out there who think they would like to sink their fists into my belly and think they are up for the twenty minute challenge then email me.
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- Re: stomach punches in Asian Movie Clip (for free) -- ayie, 23:48:56 05/04/08 Sun [1]
i would love to see the videos..eventhoguh i have no clips to exchange with...
thank you...i'll send some clips to u if i have
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WTH????? -- Gutsy, 18:40:25 04/29/08 Tue [1]
,,,happened to this board???? All "Nolan" all the time???
SK..where are you?
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 06:58:33 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Nolan Media elfen belly torture
This little piece of belly pain was taken
from a magazine called the sword & sorcery
Book of Goths, in which our little three-
foot elfen torturer, namely Rhondra (of
the all-chick clan known collectively as the
'Sisterhood'), is taking out her frustration
on a taller, scrawny gnome thief. This is
how she interrogates her captive:
..The flat little chamber made fighting nearly impossible for the taller gnome. Rhondra's use of the wrestling technique [the 'manni' style, a sort of ancient wrestling technique adopted by the Sisterhood, in which the opponent in essentially kept to the ground by holds and weakened by point-blank body punches] soon wore him to a mindless nub. Ivan noticed that somehow she had bounded Per's wrists with her bolos, and then locked his weary head between her legs in a head-scissors.
"Perhaps we'd best be leaving, little one," Ivan said, quite anxious to find the emerald. But the sticky, cocky elf maiden refused to give her helpless victim resbit. As he lied flat on his back, his right
arm was paralized by the weight of her hip lying upon it, and the left arm, being bound to the immobile
one, was also rendered useless.
"He'll talk," she grunted, as her fist pounded his gullet like a sledgehammer. Even her companion had flinched from such an awful tactic. Being such a small girl with such short legs, the application of a head-scissoring hold could only mean an eyefull and nosefull of a sea of small-girl rump and thong.
"We haven't all day,' she sighed. She punched him twice more in the same tenderized area.
"He shant be able to speak if you keep torturing him in such a manner!" Ivan said. But Rhondra figured that he would if only to release himself of the wicked, throbbing pain and the humiliation imposed by the horrid little demoness....
I guess it's one thing to be locked in a headscissors
by a normal sized woman--but another to have it applied
by a three-foot elf! As the author of that passage
said, once that happens, your neck locked between to
squat, thick legs, all you'll be seeing and smelling
is booty, while the little witch is hammering your
stomach at the same time! Maybe he experienced the
same thing! Sorry.
Just a bit too freaky for me!!
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 02:56:01 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Worse than normal belly pain is belly pain that comes when your life is being threatened.
This episode features Tara Hammill, an amateur sleuth appearing in one of Image1's freebie
titles (a group of titles which the company post freely on the Web). The well-stacked, 5-8,
170 pounder was locked in combat with an intruder, Pam, who was smaller and way thinner.
Trouble is, Tara could not dominate the thief, who was searching her apartment for her
handheld--which Tara stole from her ( in the plot, Tara believed the handheld contained a
number of underworld contacts).
Dressed in her light blue shortie shorts and halter top, Tara was ready for battle, but she
did not anticipate the stiff opposition. Blows came to her head and stomach, and she could
not block them. Indeed, her opponent had some boxing skills! Her lip bleeding, Tara turned
away, stumbling, trying to regain her wind. The graphic showed her trying to pull the seam
of her shorts over her exposed navel, as she stumbled. At that moment, Pam hurriedly
poured a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the floor and couch and set it aflame! This was to
distract any witnesses for her getaway. The apartment was quickly filling with smoke, more
than she expected. Tara stumbled to the window, opening it to call out for help. Being two
stories high, there was no jumping out of the window. Before she could call out, she felt
Pam's hand digging down the back of her shorts, the other hand clawing deep into her navel,
now fully exposed from her reaching high to open the window. Coughing, she turned to fight
her off, but Pam retaliates with jaw and belly blows. She quickly bounded Tara's wrists
behind her back and bounded her ankles together, leaving her on the floor. Afterwards, the
intruder was able to get out of the building, as the neighbors rushed to the apartment. There,
they found the helpless amateur detective, still dazed, still stinging from Pam's attack.
Assorted Belly Pain
(from a volume available as a download)
Cuckoo Kathy
Cuckoo Kathy is another character in the Image1 roster, but is limited as a bit player. She is
the girl, a bit on the thick side, a huge butt, pale, white skin, short, bad red hair, and wore
worn, undersized miniskirts--usually only three through the week. She's basically ignored by
her class mates, but she likes one of them--a tall, nerdy Franklin, who probably spoke to her
a couple of times. What's interesting was when she came to him while he was at his locker in
the emptying school hallway. She mumbled to herself, standing under the taller lad, who was
confused by her presence. She then held his left arm and let loose with a hard punch into his
stomach! What a way to show love! That pain stayed with the confused boy for the rest of
that day. Cuckoo Kathy wasn't all that cuckoo!
(summary of a scene from the Invaders)
The Big Blonde's humilition
Erma Hammond, the 6-2, 210 super detective was imprisoned at the headquarters of an
underworld organization known as Dreadstar. She was brought before the head lady, namely
Sasha, in a straight jacket. Now Erma was no pushover. She could hand up to four guys at
once, and knew the Martial Arts quite well. Only a sedative gas could bring her to this. Only
now, she was helpless. Tania, the thin, little Taiwanese agent whom she tossed about
through the episode, now stood beside the huge blonde, itching to get back at her.
"Now we can settle this the easy way," Sasha smiled, reclining in her chair behind the
broad, marble-top desk. "You've turned this whole thing into a comedy play. You--"
"Just call off your jackals and get me back home!" Erma grunted very much enraged. "You
ju-" At that moment, Tania silenced her with a swift fist into her belly. The pain was made
worse since the straight jacket only covered half the detective's thick abdomen, leaving a
soft, bulging belly exposed. She rolled her eyes down at Tania, who smiled at her.
"If you don't mind me saying," Sasha continues, "you've been in our way--to be blunt.
Now how are you involved in this little game? Are you making your way into it by
yourself?"
There came another blow into Erma's belly, this urging her to answer. The blow, striking
deep into the navel area, only made her even more nauseous.
Tired Tasha's belly pain
This one came when the super spy, Natasha Romanov, tries to trap a cat burglar in a closet.
Again, we have the big girl vs. small girl match up.
Here, we catch the huge Russian brunette charging after the elusive jewel thief, Greta, who
was involved in an underworld smuggling ring which supplied arms to Al-Qaeda. The
micro-mini-skirted amazon (about Erma's size) always seem to prefer clothing which bare her
full stomach and belly button--which she does here.
Here, it was a small, near-breast and belly-baring vest and a small brown micro-mini which
emphasized her huge thighs and high, extremely prominent butt. She looked trailer-trash
tacky in the image, since she was too top and bottom heavy for her wardrobe.
Trapping the small woman in the closet did not come easy. Even as Natasha tried to force
open the door, Greta fired off a stinging jab to the jaw, then two to her belly, and another to
the Russian's temple. A brief struggle followed inside, as Greta tries to shoot her with her
hand gun. Weakened by the previous struggle, Natasha had to use both hands to claim the
gun. Greta, who was only as tall as Natasha's breasts, tries to destroy her efforts by
pounding her free hand into the bigger woman's stomach. Each punch was separated by a
brief bit of struggle, but after each one, Natasha was weakening. The fourth blow missed its
mark--her bare navel--and struck into her bare side. Unnerved, Natasha bent side ways,
dropping the gun. She instantly picked it up and held it against Greta's head. But the caustic
Greta was ready for her; she grabbed Natasha's arm and held it in a hammerlock as she held a
small, but sharp dagger into agent's wide navel, threatening to cause her even worse belly
pain! Nauseous to the point senselessness, the bigger woman could surely feel the point of
the dagger pushing into the wall of her navel. This bizarre stalemate continued as the two
tried to catch their wind. With her other arm held behind her back, Natasha had no choice
but to keep the gun at Greta's temple.
"All right...." Greta whispered, still winded. "Who's going first...?"
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 02:48:46 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Worse than normal belly pain is belly pain that comes when your life is being threatened.
This episode features Tara Hammill, an amateur sleuth appearing in one of Image1's freebie
titles (a group of titles which the company post freely on the Web). The well-stacked, 5-8,
170 pounder was locked in combat with an intruder, Pam, who was smaller and way thinner.
Trouble is, Tara could not dominate the thief, who was searching her apartment for her
handheld--which Tara stole from her ( in the plot, Tara believed the handheld contained a
number of underworld contacts).
Dressed in her light blue shortie shorts and halter top, Tara was ready for battle, but she
did not anticipate the stiff opposition. Blows came to her head and stomach, and she could
not block them. Indeed, her opponent had some boxing skills! Her lip bleeding, Tara turned
away, stumbling, trying to regain her wind. The graphic showed her trying to pull the seam
of her shorts over her exposed navel, as she stumbled. At that moment, Pam hurriedly
poured a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the floor and couch and set it aflame! This was to
distract any witnesses for her getaway. The apartment was quickly filling with smoke, more
than she expected. Tara stumbled to the window, opening it to call out for help. Being two
stories high, there was no jumping out of the window. Before she could call out, she felt
Pam's hand digging down the back of her shorts, the other hand clawing deep into her navel,
now fully exposed from her reaching high to open the window. Coughing, she turned to fight
her off, but Pam retaliates with jaw and belly blows. She quickly bounded Tara's wrists
behind her back and bounded her ankles together, leaving her on the floor. Afterwards, the
intruder was able to get out of the building, as the neighbors rushed to the apartment. There,
they found the helpless amateur detective, still dazed, still stinging from Pam's attack.
Assorted Belly Pain
(from a volume available as a download)
Cuckoo Kathy
Cuckoo Kathy is another character in the Image1 roster, but is limited as a bit player. She is
the girl, a bit on the thick side, a huge butt, pale, white skin, short, bad red hair, and wore
worn, undersized miniskirts--usually only three through the week. She's basically ignored by
her class mates, but she likes one of them--a tall, nerdy Franklin, who probably spoke to her
a couple of times. What's interesting was when she came to him while he was at his locker in
the emptying school hallway. She mumbled to herself, standing under the taller lad, who was
confused by her presence. She then held his left arm and let loose with a hard punch into his
stomach! What a way to show love! That pain stayed with the confused boy for the rest of
that day. Cuckoo Kathy wasn't all that cuckoo!
(summary of a scene from the Invaders)
Erma Hammond, the 6-2, 210 super detective was imprisoned at the headquarters of an
underworld organization known as Dreadstar. She was brought before the head lady, namely
Sasha, in a straight jacket. Now Erma was no pushover. She could hand up to four guys at
once, and knew the Martial Arts quite well. Only a sedative gas could bring her to this. Only
now, she was helpless. Tania, the thin, little Taiwanese agent whom she tossed about
through the episode, now stood beside the huge blonde, itching to get back at her.
"Now we can settle this the easy way," Sasha smiled, reclining in her chair behind the
broad, marble-top desk. "You've turned this whole thing into a comedy play. You--"
"Just call off your jackals and get me back home!" Erma grunted very much enraged. "You
ju-" At that moment, Tania silenced her with a swift fist into her belly. The pain was made
worse since the straight jacket only covered half the detective's thick abdomen, leaving a
soft, bulging belly exposed. She rolled her eyes down at Tania, who smiled at her.
"If you don't mind me saying," Sasha continues, "you've been in our way--to be blunt.
Now how are you involved in this little game? Are you making your way into it by
yourself?"
There came another blow into Erma's belly, this urging her to answer. The blow, striking
deep into the navel area, only made her even more nauseous.
This one came when the super spy, Natasha Romanov, tries to trap a cat burglar in a closet.
Again, we have the big girl vs. small girl match up.
Here, we catch the huge Russian brunette charging after the elusive jewel thief, Greta, who
was involved in an underworld smuggling ring which supplied arms to Al-Qaeda. The
micro-mini-skirted amazon (about Erma's size) always seem to prefer clothing which bare her
full stomach and belly button--which she does here.
Here, it was a small, near-breast and belly-baring vest and a small brown micro-mini which
emphasized her huge thighs and high, extremely prominent butt. She looked trailer-trash
tacky in the image, since she was too top and bottom heavy for her wardrobe.
Trapping the small woman in the closet did not come easy. Even as Natasha tried to force
open the door, Greta fired off a stinging jab to the jaw, then two to her belly, and another to
the Russian's temple. A brief struggle followed inside, as Greta tries to shoot her with her
hand gun. Weakened by the previous struggle, Natasha had to use both hands to claim the
gun. Greta, who was only as tall as Natasha's breasts, tries to destroy her efforts by
pounding her free hand into the bigger woman's stomach. Each punch was separated by a
brief bit of struggle, but after each one, Natasha was weakening. The fourth blow missed its
mark--her bare navel--and struck into her bare side. Unnerved, Natasha bent side ways,
dropping the gun. She instantly picked it up and held it against Greta's head. But the caustic
Greta was ready for her; she grabbed Natasha's arm and held it in a hammerlock as she held a
small, but sharp dagger into agent's wide navel, threatening to cause her even worse belly
pain! Nauseous to the point senselessness, the bigger woman could surely feel the point of
the dagger pushing into the wall of her navel. This bizarre stalemate continued as the two
tried to catch their wind. With her other arm held behind her back, Natasha had no choice
but to keep the gun at Greta's temple.
"All right...." Greta whispered, still winded. "Who's going first...?"
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 00:15:59 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Belly Punishment: Mystery Tales/Private Detective E-Zine Style
Mystery Tales and Private Detective are two of Nolan Media's premiere, stand-alone magazines on my intranet.
Now these feature their own roster of stars, with a few contributing independents such as Julie
Stanton, Rita Cortez, Shirley Williams, Scarlette Hawks, etc. These stars are distinguished from
their Image1 stable mates in that they have no true physical abnormalities and they may head up
their own title and not be able to lick a stamp. Now these would include Cathy Colbert, Julie Stanton,
Lady Farrah, and the lady shown below, Ellen Langston of Mystery Tales Magazine.
The near six-foot amateur detective endured a bit
of belly pain in her first two episodes. A picture
is shown her being watched by young stranger while
on her way home (a sketch is on my Web site). This
little boy would soon give her plenty of problems!
She had dressed down to her undersized navy blue pullover, which sleeves barely
covered her elbows, the striped bikini panties she had worn, and a fresh pair of
sweat socks. From this, he knew she was in for the night, which indeed soured his
plans. The six-foot 210 lb. former college volleyball player and field hockey
captain seemed a most formidable opponent at first, but he knew he had to do some-
thing. She turned on the tv, sitting on the edge of the bed. At that point, he decided to
make his move. He tried to get to the door, but upon recognizing him, she rushed
ahead of him, blocking the door.
"Care to explain the purpose of this little invasion, little man?" she asked. As
she approached him, he backed away, throwing objects, from her bureau, at her. As
she continued to come at him, he jumped on the bed and dove upon her broad
shoulders. This causes her to lose her balance and drop to her knees. He fell to
the floor between her and the bed, now trapped more than ever. Sheila struggled to
grab his arms, but he was too fast. However, her bulging, half-bare stomach offered
a vast target for his small, hard fist. For all her size, she had a cotton-soft mid-section,
which was her greatest weakness. Angered, she tried to grab at his shirt, only to take
a fist to the jaw! She hoisted him across her shoulders, thinking she had him beat.
However, her show of dominance was twarted by another small fist stinging her
left side, in the tender area between her hip and ribcage. She grunted loudly, quite
surprised. another, a small girl about his size, had joined the fight. As Sheila tried
to keep the boy helpless across her shoulders, she was helpless to stop the girl's
fists from pounded at her stomach. Now locked in true misery, Sheila could do no-
thing to protect herself. The boy was now pulling back on her hair, grabbing at her
face, as the girl's fist sank into the thin-skinned navel area and her bulging solar
plexus, striking her large targets in a manner as if awaiting Sheila to release to boy
after each punch.
Angered more so than hurting, she finally dropped the boy to the floor. She
held her sore stomach, watching the two small invaders rushing to the door. She
had tried to grab them, but the girl took a pitcher of water on a nearby stand and
hurled it at her. The boy made certain the big woman would not follow, as he rammmed
his head into her tenderized stomach.
From Langston Files, Mystery Tales Magazine
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 00:09:03 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Teen Belly Pain
The Image1unverse does not discriminate when comes to belly pain. Take, for instance, Dana Kiley and Nancy "Nasty Girl" Greene. Dana's a well-bulit near amazon appearing in the Intranet pulp press' Cobra, and the same may be said of Nancy, who appears in Metal-Core. Neither of these young 'ladies' have anything to do with the title characters; they are the principle antagonists of the youthful supporting members of the casts.
Dana, a strong, beatiful 17-year old, has made herself the enemy of Sharol Mayfair, the Cobra's niece, all over a boy Dana liked, who was attracted to Sharol. You get the picture. But it was Sharol's best friend, Fiona, who Dana wound up fighting. She trapped Fiona, a small, petite brunette with short hair, in a storage room at the school. Looking like a warrior, dressed in a tight vest, wrist bands, dark brown boy-shorts, sweat socks and Nikes, she was ready for a fight. The idea was to put enough bruises on Fiona so that Sharol could see as a warning of things to come!
It did not quite work out that way. Although the scrawny Fiona knew little about fighting, she knew that a good solid punch to the bigger girl's belly could cripple her. Dana's efforts to dominate her were foiled by blows into her partly exposed belly, which was, inspite of her meaness, quite tender.
"That's your ass, nerd girl!" she grunted, as she know held Fiona against the door of the closet. But Fiona came up with a fist right into her chin, causing her head to snap backward. Angered, Dana tried to retaliate, grabbing her by the hair. Doubled over, Fiona's fist again found Dana's belly a ready target. Dana's thick abdomen snapped forward, but she could not shield herself form a second and third punch. Each pounded straight into her belly button, now very much exposed. To prevent any more punches from getting at her midsection, she held Fiona in a headlock. Still, her stomach was not protected, as she could feel Fiona's pencil-like fingers clawing into her side and navel. Unnerved by this, Dana try to pull her belly away, thinking she could hurl another painful blow. By then, Dana's movements were slower and more labored. Her thick legs, waist, and rump began to sweat from the battle and the warmth of the colset. Dazed, she stumbled backward, releasing the girl. When she tried to re-capture her, Fiona caught her with an uppercut, followed by two more belly blows. But Dana refused to be out fought. She pushed Fiona to the floor, but was far too winded to take advantage. As she slowly took her shoulder, Fiona, on one knee, slung her fist again into her belly, surprising her. As she tried to smother her attack, Dana leaned into the door, causing it to open. A hall monitor had seen Dana's backside popping through the door as Fiona punched her. He called another monitor to break up the fight. Both held the girls, who continued kicking at one another.
"That's your ass, you freak!!" Dana growled, as she kicked. However, the split second when her legs were down, one of Fiona's thrusting feet caught her quite hard in the stomach! That really silenced the teen brute! So much for Fiona's bruises!
Nasty Nancy, a stocky, rough-house tomboy with long brown hair, is Sue Goddard's main enemy in Metal-Core. Sue's a friend of Metal'Core's Kelly Fordson, but the younger sister of Helen Goddard, Kelly's reporter friend. Nancy's fight was with Linda, a schoolmate of Sue's--the fight being over a lost dollar bill. There was no good over evil scene here. poor little Linda took a real thrashing from the bigger girl. The two fought it out in the gym locker room, where Nancy cornered the small, paper-thin African American teen. Usually dressed in a dark-colored undersized skirt, sweatsocks, and an undersized hoody, the belligerent teen was always ready for a fight. She had already beaten up two girls and a boy so far that month.
The two fought on the floor, with Nancy clearly dominating. She hurled blows down on Linda's head and back, leaving her opponent little chance to fight back. In the middle of her punching, Linda surprised her with a sharp uppercut, then grabbed into her long hair. Nancy, neutralized for a moment, pushed her away, and continued pounding on her. Linda's fist managed to find its way into the girl's thick, soft belly, exposed between the skirt and hoody. Nancy froze for a moment, trying to absorb the pain. then she continued punching at her. By then, Sue came into the room, seeing her friend getting slaughtered. She grabbed Nancy by the hair and neck, trying to pull her away. Nancy stood, but the girl was still hanging on. Then, she could heard a thumping sound, as Nancy's body jerked forward. Linda, from nancy's side, had whipped her fist right into the husky girl's belly button! This really stung, and made her even more mad! Sue's light weight was enough to make Nancy fall back against the wall. She continued pulling her hair, as Linda jabbed her fist intto her stomach. Sue knelt on the window sill, still holding onto her, as Linda held the girl at the waist. In a spurt of power, the bully flipped Sue to the floor and tossed Linda into the lockers. Sue could see her going after Linda, but Linda was ready for her. Although she could not see her friend, she could see how Nancy's lower body shuttered from the punches jabbing into her stomach. This did little good, as nancy seemed revitalized by Sue's arrival. She forced Linda on the floor, dug in the girl's pocket and took out all the money she had.
"That should take care of your debt," Nancy grunted, and then walked away.
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- Nolan Media Belly Punishment -- scorpioncrawler, 00:06:56 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Teen Belly Pain
The Image1unverse does not discriminate when comes to belly pain. Take, for instance, Dana Kiley and Marsha "Nasty Girl" Greene. Dana's a well-bulit near amazon appearing in the Intranet pulp press' Cobra, and the same may be said of Marsha, who appears in Metal-Core. Neither of these young 'ladies' have anything to do with the title characters; they are the principle antagonists of the youthful supporting members of the casts.
Dana, a strong, beatiful 17-year old, has made herself the enemy of Sharol Mayfair, the Cobra's niece, all over a boy Dana liked, who was attracted to Sharol. You get the picture. But it was Sharol's best friend, Fiona, who Dana wound up fighting. She trapped Fiona, a small, petite brunette with short hair, in a storage room at the school. Looking like a warrior, dressed in a tight vest, wrist bands, dark brown boy-shorts, sweat socks and Nikes, she was ready for a fight. The idea was to put enough bruises on Fiona so that Sharol could see as a warning of things to come!
It did not quite work out that way. Although the scrawny Fiona knew little about fighting, she knew that a good solid punch to the bigger girl's belly could cripple her. Dana's efforts to dominate her were foiled by blows into her partly exposed belly, which was, inspite of her meaness, quite tender.
"That's your ass, nerd girl!" she grunted, as she know held Fiona against the door of the closet. But Fiona came up with a fist right into her chin, causing her head to snap backward. Angered, Dana tried to retaliate, grabbing her by the hair. Doubled over, Fiona's fist again found Dana's belly a ready target. Dana's thick abdomen snapped forward, but she could not shield herself form a second and third punch. Each pounded straight into her belly button, now very much exposed. To prevent any more punches from getting at her midsection, she held Fiona in a headlock. Still, her stomach was not protected, as she could feel Fiona's pencil-like fingers clawing into her side and navel. Unnerved by this, Dana try to pull her belly away, thinking she could hurl another painful blow. By then, Dana's movements were slower and more labored. Her thick legs, waist, and rump began to sweat from the battle and the warmth of the colset. Dazed, she stumbled backward, releasing the girl. When she tried to re-capture her, Fiona caught her with an uppercut, followed by two more belly blows. But Dana refused to be out fought. She pushed Fiona to the floor, but was far too winded to take advantage. As she slowly took her shoulder, Fiona, on one knee, slung her fist again into her belly, surprising her. As she tried to smother her attack, Dana leaned into the door, causing it to open. A hall monitor had seen Dana's backside popping through the door as Fiona punched her. He called another monitor to break up the fight. Both held the girls, who continued kicking at one another.
"That's your ass, you freak!!" Dana growled, as she kicked. However, the split second when her legs were down, one of Fiona's thrusting feet caught her quite hard in the stomach! That really silenced the teen brute! So much for Fiona's bruises!
Nasty Nancy, a stocky, rough-house tomboy with long brown hair, is Sue Goddard's main enemy in Metal-Core. Sue's a friend of Metal'Core's Kelly Fordson, but the younger sister of Helen Goddard, Kelly's reporter friend. Nancy's fight was with Linda, a schoolmate of Sue's--the fight being over a lost dollar bill. There was no good over evil scene here. poor little Linda took a real thrashing from the bigger girl. The two fought it out in the gym locker room, where Nancy cornered the small, paper-thin African American teen. Usually dressed in a dark-colored undersized skirt, sweatsocks, and an undersized hoody, the belligerent teen was always ready for a fight. She had already beaten up two girls and a boy so far that month.
The two fought on the floor, with Nancy clearly dominating. She hurled blows down on Linda's head and back, leaving her opponent little chance to fight back. In the middle of her punching, Linda surprised her with a sharp uppercut, then grabbed into her long hair. Nancy, neutralized for a moment, pushed her away, and continued pounding on her. Linda's fist managed to find its way into the girl's thick, soft belly, exposed between the skirt and hoody. Nancy froze for a moment, trying to absorb the pain. then she continued punching at her. By then, Sue came into the room, seeing her friend getting slaughtered. She grabbed Nancy by the hair and neck, trying to pull her away. Nancy stood, but the girl was still hanging on. Then, she could heard a thumping sound, as Nancy's body jerked forward. Linda, from nancy's side, had whipped her fist right into the husky girl's belly button! This really stung, and made her even more mad! Sue's light weight was enough to make Nancy fall back against the wall. She continued pulling her hair, as Linda jabbed her fist intto her stomach. Sue knelt on the window sill, still holding onto her, as Linda held the girl at the waist. In a spurt of power, the bully flipped Sue to the floor and tossed Linda into the lockers. Sue could see her going after Linda, but Linda was ready for her. Although she could not see her friend, she could see how Nancy's lower body shuttered from the punches jabbing into her stomach. This did little good, as nancy seemed revitalized by Sue's arrival. She forced Linda on the floor, dug in the girl's pocket and took out all the money she had.
"That should take care of your debt," Nancy grunted, and then walked away.
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- Nolan Media Belly pain -- scorpioncrawler, 00:02:43 03/02/07 Fri [1]
Hey! Watch where you're poking!
(this is extracted from Image1 Studios' Capt.
Zenith sci-fi pulps appearing on a local net)
The first incident came when Cathy was returning home from the hospital, where she works as a nurse. She had gone shopping, only to have her car tire go flat. On top of it, the 90-degree day was killing her. She had to catch a cab home. Awaiting her was Nancy, who had seen her coming into the back door. Holding shopping bags in both arms, Cathy was desperate for water. Instead, she gets a finger drilled into her navel, which had became exposed between her sleeveless vest and undersized jeans. This was the last thing she needed! Still, Nancy insisted on poking at her belly button to the point where Cathy could only coil over with the bags still in her arms.
"Will you stop that!!" she grunted. "I'm gonna kill you!" The poking continued, catch the woman in her soft, fleshy sides, also.
Later, Mamie and Gabrielle had brought their friend, Zania-Ortana, whom Mamie renamed Capt. Zenith, to the house. They were all there to discuss an important case involving Zenith's current super foe, a mutant alien called Gorogon.
The small African American member of the cast, Mamie, is only about 5 feet two, and has a thick body and a huge Image1 butt. The same can be said of Cathy, Gabrielle, and Zenith. But Ellen believes Mamie should be ashamed of wearing the 'boy-shorts' to their house. She even commented to Cathy that the girl was starting to draw flies! Wearing a tight halter which concealed most of her middle, Mamie was not completely safe, As she spoke to the others, carrying supper in both hands, she made the mistake of walking toward Ellen. There was just enough of the woman's navel showing for her small brush to poke. Cathy noticed Mamie crouched over, realizing what had happened.
"You need to work out a bit more, Mamie," Ellen smiled. "You'll be as fat as Cathy in a minute." Mamie could only give her an angry gaze. Her belly button was an outie, which made the poking really sting!
Unlike Nancy, Ellen was not a mobile navel poker. Still, she manages to get them in this issue. She caught Cathy once more as the lass, in her bikini underwear and worn cut-off t-shirt, was working the controls of Ellen's adjustable bed. With both hands on the control knobs on the wall-based panel, her thick belly and wide navel was a target for Ellen's brush. A single jab was enough to bring down Cathy's arms. Ellen was always tickled by the fact that such a heavy-set woman could be made helpless by a simple navel-poke. She had caught Zenith as the titanic 5-10, 180-pounder was removing her torn blouse. She caught the heroine as Zenith's thick, bronzed torso coiled backward, revealing all of her belly and wide, semi-outie, navel. Imagine that. A ferocious, no-nonsense mankiller coiling over from a navel poke by a paint brush in the hands of an invalid! Like Mamie, she was also helpless to do anything about it.
"You 'super heroes' should at least wear more to cover yourselves!" was Ellen's comment to to bewildered, grimacing Zenith.
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