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Date Posted:15:56:39 07/18/11 Mon Author: I'm a Rancher's Daughter Subject: Re: Story by D-Rock I thought was soooooo good In reply to:
Stomach_Creeper
's message, "Story by D-Rock I thought was soooooo good" on 04:24:43 06/03/11 Fri
I'm a sophmore in college and I'm a ranch girl. I was beaten up once and figured I'd share my story since ya'll like reading about cowgirls so much. I'm 5'8" tall, have canteloupes for breasts and an hour glass figure. It was a lady in her thirties that beat me. She thought I was sleeping with her husband but I wasn't. He couldn't handle me. It was a hot day and I was in my barn dressed in a white skirt and a beige button top. Mind you these clothes were on their last legs but on the ranch that's all you need. She was approx. 5'10" tall but she weighed around 200 LBS. I was tinkering in the barn and when I turned, she was there. We had words then suddenly she busted me in my belly. It took me by surprise becouse I felt she just wanted to talk. As I doubled over and stumbled backwards I realized something was about to happen. Uummffp I grunted as she crushed my solar plexus. If someone was behind me I know my panties were visible becouse that doubled me way over. I now know she was toying with me at first becouse I doubled over moaning with each of the first seven or eight belly blows. You would have loved being behind me becouse I'm sure my panties were visible plenty times. Hell, there were times I was on my back or my butt and I remember seeing the front part of my panties and my belly. I would have been flashing you front and back. She was wearing me down I just didn't realize it at first. She grabbed me by my shoulders and shoved me forward to the floor. In a flash I saw the anvil and as my knees bent that anvil was perfectly in line with my crotch. My knees folded, my skirt flew up and my crotch slammed perfectly on top of that solid mound of steel. I remember holding myself as I let out a very painful yelp. She picked me up, stretched my arms across a wooden stall fence and tied them in place. By now my clothing was mostly ripped off so she easily stripped me down to my purple bikini panties. As I stood at her mercy she told me she was going to painfully torture my belly. Five times she punched me at the waistband of my undies then she imploded her fist into my deep, egg shaped bellybutton multiple more times. It felt as if her fist penetrated into my gut three or four inches. My boobs ached from bouncing with each punch and I remember feeling my body trying to double over but I wasn't moving. As I watched her laugh, she then picked up a shovel handle. At first she poked my bruised bellybutton then she began thrusting that handle into my gut. Are you ready, she meanfully asked? She began spearing me, first in my panties then into and all around my bellybutton. I lost count on how many times. The worst part is when she speared me in my stomach organ. Twice she slammed into my ribs and I felt they were broken but luckily just severely bruised. That was major pain. Four or five times she thrust that round tip just below my left ribcage shoving my stomach into my chest. My knees were totally limp so the only thing supporting me was the fence. She untied me and I collapsed to the floor. If you tell anyone I will be back to give you part two she stated. After I beat your breasts and belly I'm going to ramm this shovel handle deep into your womanhood. Don't worry, I won't tell I stammered. I live in a small town so I didn't report her becouse everyone would then know. I figured only she and I know and sometimes a girl just has to accept that she was beaten up. I'm thankful she didn't hit me in my face, bust me in my boobs to hard or beat me between my legs. I didn't mention that becouse that's not what this site is about. It may not compete with your stories but I just figured I'd share. Noone knows me here.
