Date Posted:02:48:46 03/02/07 Fri Author:scorpioncrawler Subject: Nolan Media Belly Punishment
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...?"
