Bondage Girls
Established: 2025-05-03
Chat room: #Fighting_Girls
- No holds barred
- Submission
- Back and forth
- Pin to win
- Female / Female
For girls who love bondage games
Marcilla: In front of me stands a young woman who seems huge to me. That wasn’t really conscious to me and nervously I tip on the spot for a moment. I have a small sports bag with me and look at you with big eyes, but my excitement and curiosity prevail — we’ve been writing about this moment for so long. The first time I’m meeting someone from the forum and you also look in real life like you’d stick to the agreed rules. “Hiii, I’m Marcilla, am I at the right place with you or?” I ask reservedly, only to quickly add, “If yes, you can call me Cilla!”
Lara_Catgirl: I give you my sweetest smile. “Hello Cilla, I’m Lara and I have to admit I’m totally excited.” I blush slightly as I look at you. “But please come in and make yourself comfortable.”
Marcilla: I nod to you. “Thanks, me too. I’ve never done this before.” I say as I enter and look around the ground floor; the rooms are all quite spacious and stylishly furnished. “Wow, your parents have a beautiful house; the living room is almost as big as my apartment.” I look around in amazement before hastily taking off my shoes. “Where do you want to fight and can I change somewhere?”
Lara_Catgirl: “My mom has a room in the basement where she trains and does all sorts of things. It’s usually locked but I secretly had a key made.” I giggle. “I know I’m a bad girl.” Then I unlock the door and go ahead. “Well, what do you think — do you like it?”
Lara_Catgirl: “Mom’s private realm, and now ours too,” I say, spreading my arms with a smile.
Marcilla: I look into the room. “Nothing that can break, except you and me… This is a dream.” Even though it makes me thoughtful for a moment that you’re capable of something like this, I have to smile when you talk about our realm. “Yeah, well, I didn’t want to stay that long either so we can talk about ‘our’ place. But it’s great that your mother has something like that.”
Lara_Catgirl: I get goosebumps and bite my lower lip. “My parents are away for a week. Is someone expecting you back?” I ask casually, but my pupils get a bit larger as I wait for your answer.
Marcilla: I’m naive, too impressed by the house and the room, so I answer your question casually and thoughtlessly as I look around the room more closely. “No, I have the week off; I don’t want anyone asking about bruises or anything.”
Lara_Catgirl: I giggle and my eyes get bigger. “Same here, always having to explain that you fell or something.”
Marcilla: “Yeah, exactly what I mean, so I hadn’t done it yet but I thought it was a good idea.” I step into the middle of the room and look around once more. “Wow, yeah, you can definitely fight well here.” My eyes light up as I look at you. “Can I change somewhere?”
Lara_Catgirl: “Over there is a small room with a shower; you can change there.” I observe you — I’m almost a head taller but we have about the same weight. “I’ll change quickly too, see you in a bit.” I breathe a bit faster.
Marcilla: “Thanks.” I take my sports bag and change. I’m curious what you can do; your parents definitely have a good life; this small shower is as big as my bathroom. I exchange skirt and red top and bra for leggings and sports bra.
Lara_Catgirl: I also change into black short leggings and a crop-top sports bra, all in black, and I’m already standing in the room waiting for you.
Marcilla: I come out. “Tadaaa… Wow, your outfit is pretty dark though…”
Marcilla: “Are you ready?” I warm up briefly in front of you, do stretching exercises.
Lara_Catgirl: I stretch and limber up while watching you. “I’m ready when you are,” I smile at you.
Marcilla: “Hnnnngh.” I try hard to reach my feet and then look up at you. “I think I’m ready.” My stance tells you clearly that I know how to fight, at least how to stand when fighting.
Lara_Catgirl: I move like a wildcat; my body is supple and tense but still calm. I come to the middle and examine you again from head to toe.
Marcilla: I watch you closely but can hardly read you, just like your thoughts. I follow your movements, ready at any time for you to make the first move, but you only feint and look at me — I don’t like that look. I attack you. A big left step to get into distance. I use the force and momentum and strike with my right hand toward your face.
Lara_Catgirl: One foot is a bit in front of the other and I bounce on the balls of my feet as you attack. A short step back, head slightly back, one arm slightly up to block your punch — you lack the distance to hit me. “Wow, oh my god… you are really good. This could go very badly for me today.” My eyes sparkle.
Marcilla: I’m surprised how skillfully and elegantly you counter my fist. The force of my punch doesn’t even hit your arms. I lean back, shift my weight to the right foot and go slightly into a crouch. “Thanks, you too.” I say briefly between two breaths. Maybe I talked a bit too big in the forum. You know what you’re doing — you’re not the beginner I thought you were. I look at you and then step to the side while watching your every movement.
Lara_Catgirl: I circle you and then step forward, try two short hard straight punches with my left fist, then try a side kick to your right knee. We’re just starting and I’m trying to assess how good you are.
Marcilla: I raise my arms in time, block your punches while backing away. You’re taller than me; you shouldn’t use that. I take two quick steps toward you. Your thigh hits mine as I turn my upper body to the left and want to ram my right into your ribs. As I twist out again I jump up, use the momentum to ram my left knee into your solar plexus.
Lara_Catgirl: I really underestimated you now as your right hits my ribs hard. A groan escapes my lips and a surprised “ufffff” as your knee presses into my stomach.
Marcilla: I look at you concentrated as you back away; the knee strike doesn’t bend you enough. I follow you. I don’t let up, follow you, land two light lefts to your face and then a hard right. I turn my upper body with the punch and land an uppercut to your solar plexus.
Lara_Catgirl: I try to bring my arms up but your left hits twice against my cheekbone which turns red and I can’t dodge your right which hits me hard on the nose. I feel a pain that brings tears to my eyes and warm blood runs over my nose, down over my lips and chin. I taste the slightly salty and metallic taste of blood in my mouth and stumble back a bit from your punches. Your punch to the solar plexus takes my breath away as I fall back onto the mats with a scream and try to get air into my lungs.
Marcilla: I come over you; you are slumped in front of me gasping for air. “Did I promise you too much?” My arrogance rises with every second you lie on the ground and struggle for breath. “You’re only 18 — make something of yourself. Write me when you need another fist in the stomach again; I like that.” I turn toward the changing room.
Lara_Catgirl: I gasp for air and my eyes sparkle angrily as I see you want to go. I take another deep breath and sit up. “Wait,” I lick the blood from my lips. “I’m not finished yet.”
Marcilla: “Ohh okay, do you think it will get better now?” I stand in front of you with my hands on my hips. “As you wish.”
Lara_Catgirl: Blood drips from my chin to the floor and I bare my teeth. They are partially stained red by my blood. “I’ll try harder.” Without warning I launch into a spinning kick that hopefully hits you in the stomach.
Marcilla: I look at you arrogantly, about to reply, when your kick hits my stomach. Your sole presses deep into me, pushing organs aside. “Gahhhgk.” My eyes widen, spit sprays from my mouth as your foot presses my navel deep into me. I hold my stomach in shock and slump to the ground. Desperately struggling for air — your kick was brutal and hit me well. Cramps shoot through my body with pain; I can’t breathe.
Lara_Catgirl: My eyes narrow to slits as I move quickly and supplely while you kneel on the ground holding your stomach. I am to the side of you and kick my foot into your face as if kicking a ball.
Marcilla: “Ack.” I groan breathlessly; your kick spins me around. I fall stretched out on my back, blood dripping from my nose as I lie on my back struggling for air but now holding my broken nose, both arms in front of my face. I roll slightly left and right with bent legs.
Lara_Catgirl: “Hmm, am I a challenge for you now, sweetie?” I purr, and as you turn in my direction I hit you hard in your stomach.
Marcilla: I can’t answer you; I’m trying to get up when your foot presses into my stomach. “GAHHHHGK.” I groan loudly; your kick presses all the air out of my body as it presses my navel into me. Gasping, I roll across the floor and remain lying on my back struggling for air.
Lara_Catgirl: I come toward you now like a predator and grab your ankles, lift them up and spread them. “Let’s see how you like this,” and I let myself fall with my right knee forward into your pussy.
Marcilla: “Gahhhgk.” I have enough air to scream; my upper body lifts and I writhe as both hands go to my pussy. I groan as the pain subsides. Both hands protect my pussy; my naked stomach rises in rapid breaths as adrenaline rushes through my body.
Lara_Catgirl: I crawl on top of you and grab your wrists, push them up above your head and hold them tight. “Tell me, am I good enough now, sweetie?” My gaze is sparkling and my voice cold as I then press my knee into your throa
Marcilla: I look at you in pain; I can finally breathe again. My chest and stomach rise quickly. “You are grrrgh.” I can’t finish — your knee cuts off my air; quickly your face blurs before me. Panicking I flail and catch you in the face.
Lara_Catgirl: I press my knee into your throat and you get one arm free and hit me with a wild swing that makes me fall sideways off you.
Marcilla: “Kch… Kch… Kch…” I cough dryly, hold my neck as I roll onto my stomach and then quickly but unsteadily get to my feet. “You crazy bitch!” I say gasping; now it becomes clear to me that this is about more than a boxing match for me here. You stand in front of the door, blocking my way. I stand in front of you breathing heavily, slightly bent over, one hand pressed on my reddened stomach. “I want to go; you’ve won.” I say breathing heavily.
Lara_Catgirl: I smile at you evilly. “Hmm, I don’t think I’ve won.” My temple throbs from your punch and I feel a bump forming. I immediately attack you again and try to land a front kick to your stomach.
Marcilla: Panicking I back away, want to escape you and protect my stomach. The fighter from before suddenly becomes aware of her situation and apparently has to first find her bearings. I can bring my arms in front of my stomach but your kick takes my balance and I stumble back toward the wall. “You’re crazy…” I gasp, still breathing heavily from your kick to my stomach.
Lara_Catgirl: I sneak around you like a wildcat. “The fight has only just begun… You hurt me.” I lower my head slightly and look at you like a demon… My gaze is that of a predator. “You have no idea how crazy I am,” I say coldly. I see in your eyes that you are afraid, that you understand the fight is not over yet. “Defend yourself,” I say quietly. And this time I step toward you again. I make two kicks, right and left, to your hips; my fists are raised and a cruel, evil smile is on my lips as my left fist heads toward your face, my right follows with a hook, and to finish my three-part combination my left tries to hit you hard in the stomach.
Marcilla: My eyes widen in panic; fearfully I stand still and hesitantly raise my arms and turn with you. You stand between me and the door; I keep looking noticeably past you. Then you come closer; I stand still and brace myself. You skillfully use your height; you kick — I don’t know how to react and your kicks land precisely in my hip, hurting me. “Hnggghk.” I groan with each hit with gritted teeth, waver slightly back and forth and notice the effect — the small steps hurt, especially the last kick, throwing me slightly to the side and disturbing my balance. Then you stand in front of me with a diabolical grin. A punch to my guard; my arms press against me. “Huff.” I breathe out in pain as I briefly close my eyes. Then the hook; I open my guard slightly, bring my left arm higher knowing what’s coming — I’ve seen it often on YouTube but in the heat of the moment nothing else occurs to me; actually I should have kicked toward you, closed the distance and struck myself. But I stand there as if rooted, make my body the target. “Huuuu.” A quick surprised breath, then I tense my body. You see how your target tightens but it’s too little. Your left goes powerfully forward; the bones of your fist strike my soft skin, then my tensed abdominal muscles. You feel how they give way, how your fist sinks into my solar plexus. “Ughhhhhh.” I squeeze my eyes shut; you feel the warm breath that your punch forces out of my body caress your face. I have dancing white dots in front of my eyes; slight nausea rises in me. If I hadn’t tensed my body you would have hit my stomach directly but I could avert the worst. But the pain is still great and I breathe in rapid short bursts. “Help…” I bring out; the word races through my head.
Lara_Catgirl: My breathing quickens a bit; I could feel how my knuckles penetrated your stomach, then I saw something else — the fear in your eyes, the panic — and now I’m in my element. I move like a dancer, quickly and supplely, use my long legs and land right and left kicks to your hips, then a front kick into your stomach. My toes press into your skin. I follow you, unleash a hail of punches but make sure to strike precisely — mostly combinations right-left to the face, hooks to the stomach, then body hooks and upward hooks to the face. “Help… I’ll help you,” I say quietly.
Marcilla: Your kicks to my hips hit again and again, slowing me down; every step hurts and the kicks push me from left to right. “Aiiiihhk—” I scream while desperately enduring your kicks. “Gahhhgk—” my face contorts, breath rushes out of me and nausea overcomes me as your sole presses into my lower abdomen up to the solar plexus. I fall back, breathless, hopeless and broken. With empty eyes, trying breathlessly to defend as you skillfully work on me. “Uhhh~” I whimper softly as my head snaps back. “Gahhhgk.” I cramp slightly as your fist penetrates deep into my body.
Marcilla: I keep falling back, can’t defend myself; my head is thrown left, right, up, down; punches ram into my solar plexus, take my air; uppercuts to my navel almost lift me up; pain shoots through my body especially in my lower abdomen. I groan and whimper, hold my hands weaker and slower in front of my face until I hit the wall.
Lara_Catgirl: I see you stumbling backward as my punches take effect. I glisten slightly with sweat, step forward, supple like a wildcat, and prepare for a spinning kick. I spin around my own axis; my right foot shoots forward and rams into your stomach. My sole no longer feels your abdominal muscles, only your warm skin, and I see your big eyes.
Marcilla: Without looking at me you unconsciously notice that you have broken my resistance as you turn. Your sole hits my soft, warm skin as it rams into my stomach. “GAHGK—” A short groan as I shocked lose all breath; you feel a cramping, then twitching and how your foot presses deep into my soft stomach; my stomach is pushed upward by your kick to my navel. Then you look at me; my arms slump to my side; I am pressed against the wall; your foot on my stomach; my mouth is open in a scream but I lack the breath; my eyes are wide open looking at you in shock, the pupils small. Exactly as you imagined someone losing consciousness. Pain and shock make me twitch; my pupils twitch unsteadily in my green eyes. My vision darkens; I am only standing because your foot is pressing me against the wall. As you take it back I slump breathless and soundless to my knees, then fall forward with my face on the floor and clutch my stomach with both arms. “Haaaaa—” I groan in pain as I suck air into my burning lungs again; twitching and cramping, I kneel in front of you with my ass raised. A slender, small figure, beaten, losing consciousness. After a few seconds my arms fall limply from my stomach, lie on the floor as my eyes roll back and I go limp.
Lara_Catgirl: I hold you pressed against the wall with my foot and a sweet and also cruel smile is on my lips; I read your face. I feel your fear, desperation and the pain you are feeling. “We fight on,” I purr, put my foot on the floor and as you slump onto all fours I kick you brutally sideways into your stomach.
Lara_Catgirl: I feel your soft skin, your slack stomach as I grab your hair and pull you hard upward and press you against the wall. “A fight without rules was agreed, wasn’t it?” I purr and ram my forehead onto your nose… but keep holding you pressed against the wall and now ram my knee alternately right and left into your hip and your stomach.
Marcilla: I am unconscious slumped in front of you, lying there motionless, only twitching slightly as you brutally kick my relaxed stomach; you notice how your instep crashes into my body, presses my navel in, then a twitch as my muscles and organs give way. “Ohhhhhh” I groan softly as I fall to the side; my eyes twitch slightly behind my closed lids as the pain and nausea reach my dazed self. You take my hair and lift my slack body against the wall.
Marcilla: I don’t hear your words but notice how your knee rams deep into my stomach. “Guhhhh.” Spit flies from my mouth as your knee rams into my stomach; my eyes move behind my lids as my face contorts. My relaxed stomach offers no resistance except a twitch that shoots through my body; my arms hang down. Then a knee to my hip; my body twitches again. “Ahhhh” I groan; my eyes open as pain shoots through my pelvis. “Guhhhgk.” My eyes widen; I look at you in horror as your knee rams into my stomach again. No resistance, only brutal pain and a twitch accompanied by the sound of something hard hitting soft yielding tissue. I raise my arms; tears form in my eyes as your knee hits my hip, making me yelp again. “Ha- aaargh” I give out, then a knee strike to my stomach, deep and relentless. “Guhhhh—” I groan torn; my arms become heavy again and my vision blurs. I see your smiling face; I breathe heavily; you feel the air caress your skin. “I…”
Lara_Catgirl: I straighten you up once more and take a quick step back and my foot snaps upward like an attacking cobra and presses against your neck. “Ohh sweetie, I have to say you can take quite a bit,” I look at you like a predator.
Marcilla: Your foot presses against my neck; my breath stops; tears run down my cheeks as I twitch, pressed against the wall by you. It’s ironic to say something like that to me; I was unconscious once; your knee strikes to my stomach and my hip brought me back. I grab your ankle; my eyes widened and wet with tears as I cramped try to inhale. “Huck- Huck-…” With every attempt my battered body twitches. Then my green eyes roll back in my head; the grip on your ankle weakens as my eyes slowly close. Then my hands fall limply away; my arms hang down at my sides as I lose consciousness again.
Lara_Catgirl: I pull my foot back and grab you by the hair, drag you mercilessly to the middle of the room and let you fall to the floor. I go to your small refrigerator and take a bottle of water and drink it in small sips while I look at myself in the mirror. I glisten slightly with sweat and see you behind me breathing heavily on the floor. I set up my phone so that it records everything in the room. Smile into the camera and then turn around.
Marcilla: I slump against the wall. Completely slack, I sit there as you drag my unconscious body to the middle, let me fall there. I lie there twisted, breathing heavily as you start recording me. As you turn around I twitch slightly. My breasts are on the floor; my legs bent; my body slightly twisted. You see how my chest and stomach rise heavily with every breath; my right arm under me, my left hanging in front of my body. “Uhhh~” I groan softly.
Lara_Catgirl: I smile into the camera again and approach you slowly on the mat. I turn so that the camera can film me well, and then sit on you.
Lara_Catgirl: I look into your beautiful eyes and like feeling your slender great body under me.
Marcilla: You turn me flat onto my back. Twitching, I open my eyes; I come to again and cough quietly before putting a hand on my stomach. The coughing clearly hurts me, shakes my whole body. You sit on me and look down at me and your gaze immediately makes me afraid again. I know talking doesn’t help so I stay silent, tremble under you and wait for more pain, punches and humiliation.
Lara_Catgirl: Mhmm, just the feeling of my small firm ass pressing on your now sensitive stomach and bouncing around on it a bit and riding it makes me totally horny. I take your arms. It goes easily; there’s not much resistance left in you. I lift my thighs and place them next to your hips and sit back on you, clamp them with my thighs against your hips. “So sweetie, what were you thinking when you bragged everywhere that you’d finish me off, hmm, hey wake up.” I give you a few light slaps right and left.
Marcilla: I look up at you; your firm ass presses into my throbbing stomach; I feel your every movement. My gaze is still blurry, clouded and unclear; tears run down my cheeks. “Hffff… Uhhhhh…” I squeeze my eyes shut as you bounce on my soft stomach, rhythmically press your ass into me. It’s not just breath you’re forcing out of me; you brutally hit it before, left bruises and pain. Normally your ass would hardly bother me but now I twitch as the previously hit organs, my battered abdominal muscles are pressed by your weight. I see you moving; my arms pressed tightly against my body by your smooth thighs. Apathetically I lie under you, let it happen to me; my gaze clears and I look at you with almost closed eyes.
Marcilla: Your question sounds in my ears, next to the throbbing in my head and the whistling in my ears. My eyes are barely open; you seem to think I’m losing consciousness again and you might be right. Light slaps bring me back. “I wanted…” I stutter, still breathing heavily. “I wanted to build tension… I thought that would be good but it was a mistake. I’m sorry…” I whimper; you notice my sobbing as I cramp under you. “I didn’t want to make you angry… Stop…”
Lara_Catgirl: I sit dominantly on top of you. My small hard ass presses into your stomach and I bounce up and down a few times while lightly slapping you. “Hey.. don’t go slack now, we’re far from finished when I think about all the messages you wrote me, all the things you wanted to do to me.” I bare my teeth.
Marcilla: I was just about to speak when you start bouncing on my stomach; you notice how my battered abs cramp, how I contort my face in pain, audibly lose breath and cramp under you when your weight presses into my painful stomach. You sit comfortably. For a second you think I’m losing consciousness again, slap me with light slaps but I stay there, look up at you fearfully. “I just wanted to annoy you; I would never have tied you up and beaten you more; I just wanted to provoke a bit.” I say quietly. My breathing is still heavy; your ass on my stomach doesn’t make it any easier and my chest as well as my upper stomach rise with visible effort.
Lara_Catgirl: I put my hands on your breasts and briefly press with thumb and forefinger into your nipples. “So so, you wouldn’t have done that,” I purr like a kitten, press my thighs against your hips and look at you for a long time. Then I stand up. “You should stay down if you don’t want more punches, sweetie,” I say smiling and go to the small chest of drawers.
Marcilla: I don’t listen to your words. I know you’re crazy and won’t let me go even if I surrender to you. I look after you fearfully as you turn around. You’re so sure of yourself. I try to get up; every movement hurts but I manage it, get on all fours and jump forward. I grab your legs, try to pull them out from under you to bring you down.
Lara_Catgirl: I open the chest of drawers and take out a few white cotton ropes from the erotic shop with a smile. A smile is around my mouth corners and I was just about to turn to you when I feel hands and fingers on my legs. “What ahhhhhhh shit” I scream as I lose my balance. I flail with my arms and can’t keep my balance and fall backward.
Marcilla: I pull your legs away with a jerk, enjoy the moment as I see the surprise in your eyes, hear it in your voice. Then the panic, your arm flailing, the tensing of your body and your gaze that meets mine. I smile; as if in slow motion time passes; you look down at me; I on all fours now pull even harder on your foot. Then you fall like a tree. Awkwardly but determined there is no going back. Your back of the head hits the chest of drawers hard, and I notice how your body goes slack. No struggle for balance, no muscle tension; you just slump together, remain lying on your side. Shocked, I crawl toward you. You are breathing; chest and stomach rise calmly and deliberately. No blood pool under your head; yes you are bleeding but not life-threateningly. I pull you to me, climb onto your thighs and bend over you. You lie stretched out under me; your arms slack and stretched above your head. I wait until your stomach rises and then punch you twice hard on the navel, just to be sure. My fists crash deep into your stomach; I notice how you lack any tension; enjoy how you twitch at the hits, how I touch your organs. I bend forward; your breaths are less calm than mine; your chest touches mine. I pull your eyelids up; your pupils react to the light. Satisfied, I look into your sleeping face and straighten up on your thighs and breathe through. Then I look down at you smiling. “You pay and learn today!”
Lara_Catgirl: I hold the ropes in my hand as I turn around to give you my sweetest smile when you pull my legs away. I fall; can’t catch myself and then it bangs — a short intense pain, then it goes dark around me; I don’t even notice how I hit the floor. Deep in my innermost I feel the hard punches in my stomach and have to gag; see a bright light briefly and then darkness around me again.
Marcilla: After everything you’ve done to me in the last… I was unconscious so often I can hardly remember how long I’ve been here… it’s pure satisfaction for me to see you lying here stretched out and unconscious. You hit your head hard and I will try to wake you; after all I’m an adult. But first I have your flat, slightly muscular stomach in front of me. “As you to me, so I to you.” I coo before punching you twice more firmly in the lower abdomen between pelvis and navel. I turn my upper body, bring weight behind the punches. My fists press deep into your soft lower body, press your soft skin deep in. Dull sounds echo through the room as my knuckles hit your soft skin. Then press into your body.
Lara_Catgirl: I feel pain and slowly the fog in my head clears; I try to remember what happened and my eyelids flutter as I hear the slapping; I don’t even notice that it’s my skin making the slapping sound and when another brutal punch penetrates my stomach I tear my eyes wide open, get no air and try to turn to the side and roll up like a fetus. I have to gag, get no air and this time I feel a fist hitting me.
Marcilla: “Hiii Lara” I say cheerfully as you writhe under me. It doesn’t help; you’re too weak; I’m sitting on your legs. You only turn your upper body. After everything you’ve done to me, my pity is limited as you desperately try to protect your stomach. At least you’re conscious; I can now hit the rest of your stomach; any vomit can leave your body. Your body twists under me; I hit you once hard on the navel. Unfortunately your arms are over the rest of your stomach or it’s twisted with your upper body. Your vertical navel lies free, slightly twisted but that’s why it catches my eye even more.
Lara_Catgirl: As I try to move, to move my legs, I first notice that you are sitting on them; your small hard ass presses into my thighs while your warm, slender thighs press against mine. I bite my lip to overcome the gag reflex as you hit my navel again. I feel my organs rocking back and forth inside me. I raise my arms protectively in front of my stomach while looking into your eyes. The fearful girl has turned into a wildcat. My stomach seems to consist only of pain, as does the back of my head. I shake my head and my hair flies around while I try to grab your wrists to stop you from hitting me again.
Marcilla: Despite, or because of, my punches you come back to consciousness. I thought differently; I wanted to knock you unconscious again and again, wake you up and hit again. But now you’re awake and defiantly defending yourself. But I’m still sitting on top; your firm thighs under me. I notice how you moved them; at first only an unconscious trembling, now a strong shaking as you try to turn them under me. You raise your arms; look at me in pain and tired. I know where I have to hit your body to continue my plan; you might too. I hit anyway; a left straight to your solar plexus as a distraction, followed by a right; I turn my upper body with it, between your ribs from diagonally above into your solar plexus and against your diaphragm.
Lara_Catgirl: I tense my thighs and try to press my feet into the ground to lift you as I see you winding up for the punch again; reflexively I tear both arms down to protect my battered stomach when you hit my solar plexus and instantly I get no air; I had just raised myself a bit but the punch brings me back to the floor. I look at you with wide open eyes and try desperately to get air.
Marcilla: I see in your eyes this horror. You are in pain, can’t breathe; thought you were the crazy one here and here we are now. You breathless, almost unconscious while I have pain but feel joy. “Psssssst” I say quietly, put my left hand on my lips. You lie in shock paralysis under me and my right hits once more between the ribs, this time from above on the solar plexus. I watch you closely. “Sleep bitch, everything will be different…” I whisper quietly into your face.
Lara_Catgirl: I lie on the floor and look at you in horror and also with panic. I get no air… and am unable to defend myself. I feel great fear; my eyes are wide open while you continue smiling sweetly sitting on my thighs. I wheeze and can hardly move; somehow everything is like in slow motion; as you raise your fist and it comes down, I feel the impact in my ribs in my solar plexus. I wheeze now no more and the shortness of breath makes me panic before I slump and lose consciousness again.
Marcilla: Your head falls slack back; I see in your face the horror as you desperately try to inhale. But your body strikes and my punch lands. My fist is still pressed into your stomach as your eyes slowly roll upward, then close. I notice another twitch as your body cramps; no breathing presses your soft skin against my knuckles; you just become still. I look down smiling at my unconscious victim as your chest and stomach jerkily rise. You are really very attractive. “That’s for the knee!” I say loudly; hit you once more with the right in the lower abdomen; no resistance, only a dull punching sound as my fist presses between navel and pelvis into you. “Enough of that…” I look around, search for what you took from the chest of drawers.
Lara_Catgirl: The last thing I feel are the knuckles of your small hand pressing into my ribs, and a wave of pain exploding in my head. Desperately I try to get air into my lungs; my eyes search yours before I lose consciousness again and sink to the floor. I don’t even notice your other mean, brutal punch hitting my lower body. How your fist presses into my skin without resistance, penetrates deep into my stomach; the sound of your punch filling the room.
Marcilla: I let go of you as I discover the ropes. “Perfect,” I say loudly; my fist still pressed into your lower abdomen. I stand up; my hands supported on your sides, not ashamed to press large parts of my weight into your soft stomach. When standing up I look into your face; gentle features almost as if you were sleeping. You please me; you’re really pretty, I can’t deny that. I take your arms above your head together, tie them skillfully, then tie your legs together. You are completely unconscious; don’t move; that you’re still alive I only see from your chest and stomach still rising with every breath. “Let’s see; now I need your help.” I look into your sleeping face, sit on your arms. Light slaps should wake you. “Hey sweetie…” I coo.
Lara_Catgirl: Slowly my senses return; my eyelids flutter and I let out a slight painful groan.. feel slaps on my cheeks and as my eyes open I see your smiling face. I want to move but can’t. Ropes lie tight around my ankles and as I try to move my hands and arms I feel the weight resting on them and also that my hands are tied; I move my fingers and then look into your eyes. Your beautiful hair falls over your cheeks and you have such a sweet mischievous face as you look at me; with every breath my diaphragm hurts and my stomach feels as if my entrails have been shifted. I lick over my lips as our eyes meet. I don’t bring a word over my lips at first.
Marcilla: Your eyes flicker open and I look down at you headfirst, fix your green eyes that are still dazed, slowly understanding. I watch smiling as you slowly realize what situation you’re in. I look along your long slender legs; your skin is really seductively pure; your legs twitch in the bonds. My gaze wanders back over your pelvis in the boxer shorts, your stomach; the muscles twitch; rapid breaths raise and lower it like your chest in the simple top. Then I’m back at your face. “Hiii, how are you? Do I have to stuff something in your mouth or do we just skip the screaming?” I smile at you questioningly. “If you’re the psychopath, what did you have in mind?” I don’t wait for an answer but ask the next question cooingly.
Lara_Catgirl: I bite my lower lip and look at you; how you ask your questions so casually while your small sexy ass presses on my arms; I move the fingers of my tied hands to keep feeling in them. I briefly assess my situation and it’s not good. My stomach hurts and as I slightly raise my head to look down, I see the bruises and why breathing hurts me. I scrape a bit with my feet back and forth and my breasts rise and fall. “Somehow I’m not feeling so good,” I say quietly groaning and cough. My eyes look into yours again. “Apparently you’re the psychopath,” I say hoarsely.. “Since you just said that about screaming, I assume it won’t do any good if I surrender, or.” I don’t really have any illusions; I wouldn’t agree to it either and do what I want if you were in my power like that. “What.. what do you want?” I ask quietly.
Marcilla: “No, I won’t let you surrender…” I bend over you, stretch out over you; one hand supporting on the floor next to your ribs. My flat stomach rises and falls calmly breathing just above your face but you’re tied up. Then I bend down; you notice my sweaty hair on the skin between your rib arches. Then my lips; my breasts lie on yours; I notice you breathing haltingly against my stomach. “What do I want?” I stroke your stomach gently, start at the hem of your tight top, go down the middle of your stomach, circle your navel, press there gently until I follow the gentle curve down to your lower abdomen; at the waistband of your pants I go up again. “The same as before, have fun, but you had something else in mind or?” I bend down again this time deeper to kiss your stomach above your navel.
Lara_Catgirl: I bite my lower lip as I hear your words, but I thought so; I twitch slightly and automatically tense my stomach, but your hand is next to my ribs. You stretch like a cat over me and your small firm sexy ass continues to press on my arms, but now I can touch it with my fingers; press my fingers lightly against it; your damp hair strokes my skin as I feel your lips and your breasts on me; I breathe a bit faster, nervously and also aroused as I see your great trained stomach and my warm breath wafts on it while your fingers gently touch me. “As you straighten up and I have to look into your eyes again and feel your slender legs on my arms, I don’t know what you have in mind. Oh my god goes through my head. Since I don’t know what to answer you and I’m nervous and my legs lightly scrape over the floor. Again I feel your warm lips on my stomach which I tense again and as you press on me, then my lips are on your navel.. and I let my tongue out over my lips into your navel and press it lightly against it.
Marcilla: As your tongue touches my stomach you see how I twitch; my naked stomach tenses and I pull it in as best I can, bring it startled out of reach of your tongue, your mouth. “Hey…” I say surprised as I notice that I was too open. Your tongue could also have been your fist; I gave myself to you too much. Still kneeling over you, I raise my right arm, turn my upper body slightly and strike precisely a direct right fist into your solar plexus which lies unprotected and stretched under me. I press my fist into your stomach, turn it slightly to cause you even more pain. “Don’t startle me again!” I say coldly, look headfirst over your bosom into your face.
Lara_Catgirl: I notice immediately how your abdominal muscles tense as my tongue touches it and I hear your words. Then your fist hits me in the solar plexus. “Ahh, damn, what did I do?” I groan and contort my face as your fist presses firmly into my stomach. I grit my teeth as I look up at you and see how you stare at me like a wildcat. “Okay, okay, I won’t move anymore,” I groan in pain as your sexy hard ass presses back on my arms. In pain I spread my thighs even though my ankles are tied together.
Marcilla: “Do you think that helps you?” I stroke your stomach gently, press lightly between your rib arches. “You have a beautiful stomach. Do you train a lot?” I ask as I continue to feel your stomach, then my hands glide up over your breasts to your collarbone. I stroke there gently too. Before I grab your breasts, knead them. I fix your arms with my ass, notice with a grin how you want to free your arms full of pain. “You shouldn’t have hurt me so much.” I say dryly before hitting you with the right once more on the navel.
Lara_Catgirl: Your gentle voice doesn’t match what you’re doing but I listen to you and look into your eyes. “Sorry no.. but.. but I somehow couldn’t resist, I’m sorry,” I say quietly while a finger glides over my skin. I get goosebumps as you press your ass firmer on my arms. “I try to stay fit,” I say quietly to your question if I train a lot; my tied hands move under your ass cheeks and my fingers press against it. It was a fight, I answer somewhat tormented and see how you wind up; automatically I tense my abdominal muscles. As your knuckles press into my skin, my abs and deep into my stomach I groan again. “Fuck,” beads of sweat stand on my forehead.
Marcilla: “Sweetie, no reason to curse.” I stroke your face gently, look deep into your eyes, then my two hands wander over your breasts along your body. I let my hands gently stroke over your hips, then lift the waistband of your shorts. “What do we have there?” I move my ass, rub over your upper arms as I slowly pull your pants down. “There you had the nicest part hidden…” My left pushes the waistband away while my right as a fist gently presses into your lower abdomen, just under your navel. “Don’t forget that!” I say coldly and then strike brutally, ram my knuckles into your flat lower abdomen.
Lara_Catgirl: Our gazes meet and I look into your eyes for a long time, sigh. “Ok, you’re the better one,” I say quietly and ashamed; your fingers at my waistband, and I spread my legs as much as possible; since only the ankles are tied that works quite well; you feel my warm breath on your stomach which goes a bit faster as your knuckles press into my lower abdomen; your ass rubs on my arms. Then I tense my arms and push your ass forward so that you tip over me, and as I feel you between my thighs, your hair, your head, I close my thighs around your head; my leg muscles are tensed and hard as stone as I squeeze your head in my leg scissors. “You little bitch,” I hiss, raise my upper body, push you down from me like that. Ball my fists and strike both tied fists like a hammer downward into your temple.
Marcilla: “Aighhh” I scream in surprise as I fall forward. Then your legs close around my head; I writhe, press with my arms against your thighs. Then you throw me off. “What…” I become panicked; I kneel over you; my ass on your chest as you rise. Like you, I also underestimated you. I defend myself but can’t get free. Squirm over you. Then your punch against my head. “Oughhhh” I immediately go slack; slump unconscious on top of you; my breasts on your pelvis, my flat stomach on yours; you feel how I breathe shallowly.
Lara_Catgirl: I wrap my legs around your head and press you firmly against me. Then I loosen the knots in the ropes with my teeth. For safety I hit you twice more against the temple until I’m sure you’re unconscious. Then I release my leg scissors and loosen the ropes around my ankles. “Such a little bitch,” I said to myself and looked at my hands and feet. The ropes had left marks. Then I turn you onto your stomach, sit on your sweet little ass, pull your arms roughly behind your back, make a loop and tie your wrists together. I’m still very angry, so I pull the ropes with all my strength and knot them. Then I also tie your elbows. They touch and I have wrapped ropes around them. Then I turn you onto your back, sit on you and wait until you come to, supporting it with a few slaps.
Marcilla: I am completely slack; was unconscious after the first hit; without problems you tie my hands and then the arms together. I lie under you; my arms under me; pelvis and stomach raised. Chest and stomach rise in calm breaths; my eyes closed as you wake me with slaps. “Ouhhhh” I groan quietly as my eyes first flicker, then I open them and look at you dazed. Abruptly I try to move my arms; my eyes widen in panic. “What?” I hiss as my body writhes seductively under you; the muscles and contours on my naked stomach clearly visible, up to the ribs and my chest.
Lara_Catgirl: I smile at you sweetly. “Well my sweetie, nice that you’re back, how quickly everything changes.” I stroke gently over my stomach and my ribs where the bruises are clearly visible. “So where were we,” I purr and first press my fingers hard into your ribs, then my knuckles. “We two will have a lot of fun together.”
Marcilla: I look at you with big eyes, try to move my arms as you stroke over stomach and ribs. I gave you a good beating; I can see where I hit you but that doesn’t help me right now. “Arghhhh” I yelp in pain as your fingers press into my ribs, then your fist that presses into the soft skin and the bones underneath. You notice how my breathing quickens, how I writhe in panic and breathe faster and more jerkily to compensate for the pain. My warm skin presses against your knuckles; under my rib arches my stretched stomach rises faster and faster.
Lara_Catgirl: I like it when you writhe under me. I ride you a bit and then slide down so I’m sitting on your thighs and with my fingernails scratch over your abdominal muscles, leave red streaks on your skin. “I hope I didn’t tie you too tight,” I purr. Press my thighs against yours and come down with my head; my hair tickles your breasts, your stomach while you feel my breath on your stomach. Press my tongue briefly into your navel. “You hit me when I did that, why?” I ask quietly and land a short hard punch into your ribs. My hands stroke over your hips and press my fingers into your ribs again. “Answer me sweetie,” my lips breathe a kiss on your stomach and this time I hit you in your other ribs.
Marcilla: I writhe moaning in pain under you, breathe faster, more panicked as your fingernails scratch over my naked flat stomach. My eyes are wide open; I don’t dare to speak. Then you bend forward; your hair strokes over my breasts then over my sports bra. Then they tickle my stomach. You notice how my breathing gets faster and faster, how my stomach rises toward you. Then you kiss my navel. My breathing stops again; I pull my stomach in. “Vulnerable… I felt vulnerable.” I answer breathing heavily; my stomach still pulled in. “Gahhhgk…Uhhhhhh” my face contorts in pain; I cough lightly as your fists land in my ribs. You notice how my upper body gives way as your knuckles hit my sports bra. I gasp briefly, cramp in pain only to then breathe out loudly. My hands and elbows firmly tied under me, I am at your mercy and look at you with my green eyes in expectation of much more pain.
Lara_Catgirl: I straighten up on you and look into your beautiful eyes while pressing my thighs against you. “At your mercy, yes, that’s how I felt too,” I say quietly. This time my fingers stroke your abs, briefly stroke over your breasts. “Tell me what it feels like for you, now that you’re tied up and I’m sitting on top of you; does it make you horny. I think you won’t feel your fingers for very long the way I tied you up.” My lower lip trembles slightly while I continue sitting on top of you and look at you. It makes me totally horny to sit on my little captive like this now.” So on with us both; my breath quickens as I press myself firmer onto you, wind up and first land 5, 6 short hard punches into your stomach and your ribs to soften you up and break your resistance. The last punch is then hard and firm and my knuckles press deep into your entrails. I lick over my lips.
Marcilla: I breathe in panicked; you notice how my body tenses; I hold my breath as you first stroke over my stomach and then my breasts. “Helpless… Like a victim… Again it hurts me.” I say gasping, continue writhing, desperately try to free my arms but as you say it seems the bonds tighten more with every movement. Your firm ass presses more on my thighs. “Not very good for me.” Are my final words of resistance as your fists hit my body. “Ughhhg… Ohhhh… Uhhhh… Hnnnghk…” I groan, squirm lightly under you as you hit me on the navel, then above it, and just on my ribs. You soften me up, only hit naked skin and my groaning and the hits echo viciously as I become more and more desperate, breathe faster until your fist brutally rams into my lower abdomen. “Ughhhhhh” My eyes widen as your knuckles ram into my twitching stomach. Your punch robs me of all breath as it hits my navel; you notice how my organs are pushed aside at a dull impact then my groan. That was a brutal hit. I still groan as you pull your fist back. Move hardly; my body twitches as I cough trying to inhale. My eyes fix yours. You see pain and again the panic in them.
Lara_Catgirl: My nostrils flare slightly while the tip of my tongue lightly licks over my lips. I see the pain in your eyes but I see something else; is it fear, is it panic. I slide up a bit and now sit on your tits while my thighs press against your cheeks and thus fix your head. I hold your nose closed while my ass cheeks press on your tits. “Are you afraid?” I ask quietly and collect spit in my mouth. As you open your lips to get air I let a spit thread run into your mouth and then look at you under me. You are pretty and in your own way as you are wonderful. After I’ve been holding you tied up like this for quite a while now, the blood shouldn’t be circulating anymore and you shouldn’t be feeling your hands anymore. As if in passing I say quietly “I think you made a big mistake.” Stroke over my ribs, over my bruises.
Marcilla: Your brutal punch to my stomach leaves me speechless and breathless under you. Only after several attempts do I breathe heavily again; my body still trembles; your knuckles are visible on my stomach and my ribs; saliva drips from the corner of my mouth down my cheeks. I am still visibly shaken as you slide up, sit on my breasts and press them against my ribcage. I feel my arms hardly anymore but your stomach punches have robbed me of my breath; your weight on me pressing my chest makes breathing even harder for me. “Puuuuhhh” I groan long after every painful breath. My lungs burn due to my crampy breathing after your punch. I look into your eyes; have no choice as you fix my head with your thighs. You hold my nose closed; I breathe panicked twice more through the mouth; I slowly get dizzy; I feel my hands hardly anymore; your and my weight does the rest to the bonds. I want to speak but then I notice what you have in mind. I close my mouth, try to free my nose from your grip but can’t move my head. Slowly I notice how your pretty face, your eyes before me become darker and darker; my eyes slowly roll back; my head turns red. I open my mouth, take a desperate breath and notice how you spit into my throat. Your stomach punches have not only taken my breath but also caused some nausea; the disgust does the rest. You notice how my body cramps under you as I gag fighting against the nausea; after a few seconds I calm down; my breathing flattens. “Fear…” I say quietly. “Yes…” I can hardly keep my eyes open anymore; look at you; the fear has given way; it is more as if I am slowly losing consciousness again.
Lara_Catgirl: Oh my god, how I love sitting on top of you like this, looking into your beautiful eyes and seeing how you briefly close your eyes again and again. I snap my fingers on your nose. “Heyyy stay here sweetie.” Then I stand up a bit and turn you onto your stomach, look at your tied hands; they are already a bit blue colored. “Hmm apparently I tied you too tight but that’s somehow your fault.” I loosen your bonds and stand up. “Well come on, defend yourself,” I say smiling. And pull you up; you stand a bit wobbly on your legs but that’s your problem. “I stand in fighting stance and attack you, send you back to the floor with a brutal kick to your hips and immediately sit on you again, but this time my hands are at your throat and I squeeze. “Sleep now my angel,” I purr.
Marcilla: I lie breathing heavily under you; your weight presses on my chest, presses against my lungs. I notice how I slowly lose consciousness; try to fight against it; the mere thought of what you do to me when I’m unconscious keeps me awake. But you apparently want it too, help me by snapping against my nose. I’m back; my eyes open as you stand up. “Haaaaaa” I suck in with open mouth; I had totally forgotten your spit in my mouth. Then I am turned and the bonds loosen around my hands. You tear me up under the armpits; I can hardly stand on my legs, stagger in front of you and look at you sparkling. Then a brutal kick to the hip tears me back to the floor. “Uhhhh” I groan as your foot hits my pelvis. I hit the floor, dazed again. You turn me onto my back, sit on me and your fingers press into my neck. “Gnghhh” My eyes widen as I waste my last breath with a groan. Your grip is firm; I tear my almost numb hands loose; the feeling slowly returns; grab your wrists. Panic dominates my senses; I can’t form a clear thought; writhe under you; you notice how my waist repeatedly bumps against your ass; how my stomach desperately rises to throw you off. Then it’s only a twitching; the grip on your hands becomes slacker and slacker; green eyes that just looked at you full of panic roll up, close. My mouth open; saliva runs down my chin as I go limp again. My grip on your wrists loosens and my arms slide powerlessly to the floor, remain lying there as I lose consciousness.
Lara_Catgirl: I press my pelvis down as you try to defend yourself and writhe under me. Hmm that even turns me on and I keep looking into your eyes while strangling you. Your fingers are on my wrists but too weak to really do anything; I press my knees into your ribs and rub them while sitting firmly on top of you; feeling your warm body under me turns me on totally. I see the panic in your eyes and how you fight. Your delicate small fingers detach from my wrists and your eyes roll back. I strangle you a bit more for safety and then let go. Sit dominantly on top of you.. your breath goes evenly and your breasts rise and fall with every breath. “Hmm ok, let’s continue sweetie,” I say more to myself. Take a rope and slide up again to tie your wrists together above your head. Then I stand up and drag you to the middle of the room. There are hooks where normally punching bags hang, and I hang you there and pull you up until only your tiptoes touch the floor. Then I sit on the floor in front of you, drink a sip of water and wait until you come to again.
Marcilla: First I twitch, then a cough. Slowly I come to, open my eyes. “Auhhhhh” I groan, move in front of you, writhe in the mounting. Slowly become aware of my situation. Then I see you; you’re still here and I’m hanging in front of you like a punching bag. “It only starts now or?” I ask weakly as I finally let myself hang, accept that there is no escape. Stretched, you can clearly see my ribs; with every breath my muscles and my pelvis clearly stand out. I breathe calmly, have come to terms with being your punching bag; feel no more panic, only fear of the pain that will hit me anyway. “Pfffth” In a last act of resistance I spit at you, try to hit your face, your lips, your mouth. “For earlier.”
Marcilla: Tiptoes lightly touch the floor; I tip and wait for what’s coming.
Lara_Catgirl: I lick over my lips as I hear you cough and how you open your eyes; to your question if it only starts now I nod and stand up. “Mhmm yes sweetie, it only starts now.” My voice is toneless without any feeling as if reading the weather report. But I still got goosebumps as I look at you like that; how your ribs and your flat stomach stand out and I also admire your courage and it elicits a smile from me as you spit at me. I wipe your spit from my face and without warning hit my right fist deep into your stomach. My knuckles press into your stomach. “Oh my god you are so brave and courageous, or you are simply just dumb in your situation to do something like that. Anyway, that was another mistake,” I say casually and this time ram my fist into your ribs. Then stand in front of you and observe your face, your reaction. My nostrils flare with lust.
Marcilla: I hang defenseless in front of you like a punching bag; no, I am your punching bag. Briefly I try to free my hands. “Guhhhhgh” Breath presses out of my body with a groan as your fist hits deep into my stomach. For you there is only the slapping of your knuckles on naked skin; the feeling how my body twitches, writhes internally as your fist penetrates it. Nausea overcomes me as my navel is pressed deep into my body. I breathe audibly out, gasp. My breathing stops, then goes faster. Chest and stomach rise in front of you in quick succession. Your fist hits my ribs; I twitch again in pain; my breathing stops; I cough. Then again but faster and more panicked than before. I look down at you literally. My eyes only half open, look down at you; fear stands in my eyes. I know more is coming and my breathing quickens even more.
Lara_Catgirl: I lick over my lips. Oh my god when I think about how our meeting developed. We had only agreed to a small private fight and somehow everything escalated. I look at my wrists where you can still see the imprints of the ropes, the bruises on my ribs and now you’re hanging in front of me. So sweet, almost look innocent, which you certainly aren’t, and I see the fear in your eyes, now that you’re totally in my power and I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I like it. It turns me on to tie you up, to have you as my prisoner. “You know my sweetie, we both understand each other quite well and I definitely had my fun with you.” Again I lick over my lips. And as if from nowhere I start hitting you; fists to your face, kicks and knee strikes.
Marcilla: Breathing heavily I look at you, dangle slightly back and forth; the nausea and pain is externally clearly recognizable; your punch to the stomach has internally shaken me; my face is slightly greenish, pale as I struggle for air against the urge to vomit whatever is left in my stomach. Gasping, I look at you, swallow often, fight with myself while you start a conversation, but do you really want that or is it only part of your dominance game? You look at your wounds, wounds that I regret while I dangle defenseless in front of you, fight with my breathing and my nausea. “Aghhhk” As if from nowhere you tear your fist up, hit me in the face; my head flies back, then again. Dazed my gaze falls forward as my head rests on my chest; I have tears in my eyes; with blood from my nose dripping to the floor; I see the puddle under me. “Uhhhhh” a hook tears my head to the side as it falls back I see your knee rushing toward my head. “Aughhhhh” I scream as your knee hits my nose. It’s a miracle and hell that I’m still conscious. More blood; the nose is probably broken; the lower lip burst; then a kick. As in slow motion my head falls back. I look slack hanging at my own body; see how my chest rises shallowly; can look down at myself to my dangling naked toes. Blood and saliva drip onto my sports bra and to the floor. I feel little but that I am completely at your mercy has a very special effect.
Lara_Catgirl: My breasts rise and fall as I stop and look at you; blood runs over your nose and chin down and drips to the floor and forms a small puddle under your toes; I bite my lower lip as I hear your groaning and see how your chin goes down; you move your fingers slightly in your bonds. I stand in front of you and this feeling that you are at my mercy turns me on completely. So sweet and so brave. “Do you like music?” I ask casually and go to my phone, choose a title and start the JBL box as the first beats sound; I sway to the rhythm of the music and come back to you. “Grab your chin with my fingertips and lift it a bit so we can look into each other’s eyes.” “Do you like it?” I ask quietly and my nostrils flare slightly while I gently scratch over your abs with my fingernails.
Lara_Catgirl: “I heard this song for the first time in a movie and I get goosebumps from it,” I say quietly. “How do you like it?”
Marcilla: Bleeding hanging in front of you, my breathing rattles. Weakly my tied hands move but I can’t move them, can’t free them in this state. I perceive something through the ringing in my ears; you’re playing music; to drown out my groaning, possible screams? Panic rises in me; my breathing gains speed as I regain clarity. My head is heavy; my face battered as you lift it. My nose bleeds; my lips are burst and my mouth open as I quickly inhale. “No… What do you want?” I ask firmly, answer your question. Under me blood, tears and sweat collect. My flat stomach, in places red and blue, rises seductively with every breath as your fingers penetrate it. You notice the twitching then a quiet groan as your fingers run over the naked skin between sports bra and leggings; in places blood drips out. Nevertheless something is missing between my feet as you look at my stomach.
Marcilla: “Hnnnngh” I desperately grit my teeth. Not only the music throbs in my ears; I know the song; it’s about conquest and I am by now yours. You conquered me like in the movie. With violence. I dangle lightly, groan, start to move my legs. More blood, saliva, sweat drip down from me to the floor. I only writhe slightly. “It fits…” I give resignedly. Then remain hanging still and wait.
Lara_Catgirl: I lick over my lips as I see your abs; you are bleeding. That somehow turns me on, then the music; I briefly close my eyes so I can let the music flow through me. Then I tear my eyes open; I am as in a trance and two sidekicks follow, right and left into your hips, then two hard straights into your face; your body glistens with sweat and blood; I can clearly recognize your abs; I hit right left right left into your stomach to soften it up; then a hard kick with my right leg to your left thigh; then I turn supplely a bit sideways and my right fist hits your navel; my knuckles bore deep into your stomach; my left comes automatically to an uppercut upward and hits your chin tip; your head is torn back; blood from you sprays on me; then I am close to you and as in close combat in boxing I ram my fists into your stomach and your ribs; again and again hard, merciless; your abs are no longer there and my fists penetrate deep into your stomach; again and again I also aim at your navel; you swing back through my punches and as you swing back to me I am already waiting for you with a roundhouse kick which this time hits exactly on your navel; my sole and my toes press deep into your entrails. I lick over my lips again and stand in front of you.. I tremble slightly with arousal.
Marcilla: My lips tremble as I hang in front of you, waiting, knowing that pain will soon follow. “Uhh… Ahhh…” Your kicks crash into my hips; yielding I groan lightly; swing left then right; I have no feeling in my arms anymore; I’ve been hanging slack in front of you for too long; I’m weak, only weakly conscious. My head is torn back hard twice as your punches hit my face; blood sprays. “Uhhhhh” groaning my head falls forward; I am barely conscious; my body twitches slightly with every sound leaving my lips; my abdominal muscles twitch with every weak breath; pain dominates my body. Then your knuckles hit my stomach. The first straight right hits the naked skin; sweat explodes in droplets from the hit as your knuckles ram against my stomach; you notice how my body gives way. “Hnghhh” The left straight sits perfectly; rams into my lower abdomen, just above the waistband of my leggings. “Guhhh” I tear my eyes open in shock; my pupils are small; you notice how your fist rams deep into my body; how skin, muscles and organs give way. My abs are broken but you go on safely, hit me with another straight right into the lower body, just above the navel; your fist presses into my solar plexus. “GUHHHGK” I spit out as you beat the breath out of my body. Blood and saliva spray toward you as I crampedly tear my head up. My eyes are widened; clearly recognizable that I am hardly with you anymore; my pupils tremble.
Marcilla: You kick my thigh; I dangle only a bit more, react hardly before your right fist crashes on my navel; my stomach gives way; any tension comes only from the skin you are hitting; my abdominal muscles are broken. “Guhhhhhhk” Nausea overcomes me as your fist presses deeper than before into my stomach, robs me of all breath. You notice how my skin, muscles and organs twitch as they yield to the violence. Saliva drips from my mouth, possibly blood. I lose consciousness again before your left tears my head up again; more blood, more saliva sprays into the room; my blood my saliva. “Uhhhhf… Ohhhhf… Ughhhk…” I give out again and again quietly as your fists penetrate my body. My stomach is soft; your punches penetrate deep into my body; deepest when your fist rams on my navel; between the ribs you also get far; my breath stops when you hit my diaphragm. With hits toward lower abdomen and ribs I only twitch while a rib slowly gives way. When you are finished with my body I hang unconscious drooling in front of you. My flat stomach rises only slightly with rapid breaths; twitching; covered with green and blue bruises.
Marcilla: I swing back and forth in front of you; slack, completely beaten up, powerless. Then you turn; your kick hits precisely on my navel; my body gives way as with the punches before. But I wake up. “Guhhhhrghkkk” I give out pitifully as your foot brutally rams into my stomach. A gush of vomit with blood splashes to the floor. Groaning softly and coughing lightly I lose consciousness again; dangle slack hanging back and forth; my head on my chest. My muscles twitch lightly.
Lara_Catgirl: I step close; my pussy throbs so hard that I feel every punch in my lower body. Your stomach is already red, swollen; in some places the skin bursts open — small, wet red lines where my knuckles have broken through. Fresh blood beads out, runs in thin threads over your trembling skin, drips slowly toward the pubic area. “I’m working you over right now… properly. And it makes me so damn horny to see your blood.” First kick — my shin crashes sideways into your hip again, exactly where the muscle already shimmers blue-green. The impact is wet, fleshy; blood sprays minimally from an open spot. You gasp loudly; the body buckles; sweat and blood mix on your skin.
Lara_Catgirl: Then the combination: Left fist — jab to the solar plexus, directly under the rib arch. The knuckles hit the hard spot; blood from a fresh burst wound sprays high onto my hand. Right fist follows immediately — hard hook sideways into the ribs, then pulled up into the face. My knuckles graze your cheek, splinter the skin over the cheekbone. A thin red line opens; blood runs over your lip, drips onto your breast. “Feel that… how your face bursts open, how your stomach bleeds because I don’t stop.” Again kick — this time deeper, almost into the lower abdomen. The shoe hits the open spot; blood smears over the leather. You arch up; a wet gurgling escapes you.
Marcilla: You hit me; my body is slack, unconscious. Your fist presses effortlessly between my ribs; I twitch, cramp and groan; then a punch to my ribs; my breathing stops; you notice how my breath caresses your hair. My head flies back; blood sprays; runs into my bosom and over my shoulders. The blood on my lips is slightly foamy. You kick me in the lower abdomen; notice how softly it gives way. I breathe out in shock; blood sprays on you. I hang in front of you; blood and saliva drip into my neckline; my breathing is shallow. Scratches and burst wounds reinforce my beaten posture even more. Blood runs down into my crotch, along my pelvis under my leggings along my hip. Between my ribs something runs down, collects in my navel. Breathing weakly I hang in front of you, groan lightly, unconscious to myself.
Lara_Catgirl: I stand in front of you; the last tones of Conquest of Paradise still echo through the room while my breath goes heavily. My knuckles are red and scraped; your lip burst; your face a map of blood and sweat and tears. Slowly I loosen the bonds on your wrists — not hastily, almost deliberately. The rope slides down; your arms fall slack to the side. You slump together, too exhausted to defend yourself. I let you glide gently until your back touches the cold floor. Your ribcage rises and falls quickly, panicked, but also exhausted. I sit on your chest — not with my whole weight, just enough that you feel how much I press you down. Then I push my knees one after the other onto your upper arms, pin them tight. Your hands twitch once weakly but don’t come up anymore. Now it is quiet. Only your gasping and my breath that slowly calms. I tilt my head a bit and look at you — really look. The blood that runs from your nose over your cheek. The swollen lip. The eyes that stare at me, somewhere between hate, fear and something you yourself can’t name. My right hand rises slowly. The knuckles still moist from you. Two fingers stroke almost tenderly over your lower lip, distribute the blood a bit further as if I were tracing a painting. “Look at me,” I say quietly. My voice is rough but calm. “Really look.” I wait until your pupils fix on mine. “You’re still here,” I whisper. “Still conscious. Still… beautiful.” My thumb runs once over your cheek, wipes away a tear that has mixed with the blood. “Tell me what you feel now.” I bend a bit deeper until my forehead almost touches yours. My knees continue pressing your arms into the floor. My weight on your chest makes every deep inhale work. “Tell me. Honestly.”
Marcilla: I look up at you; my gaze narrowed by the pain. You are blurred before me; tears and my fading consciousness deceive my gaze. My breath rattles; again and again foamy blood comes over my lips. You hit something in me and it is more than my pride; something that really bleeds. Broken, desperate I look up; my eyes empty. “Defeat and pain,” I bring out quietly and look at you submissively. “Nothing more… I don’t want to die…”
Lara_Catgirl: I am still sitting in the schoolgirl pin on you; my thighs firmly around your upper body but my weight is now quite light. My heart races; this time not only from horniness but from fright. Your words hit me like another punch. I bend deeper down to you; my blood-smeared hands support themselves next to your head. Your rattling breath, the foamy red saliva on your lips, the empty, broken gaze — all of it turns my stomach. “Hey… hey, stay with me,” I whisper urgently; my voice breaks slightly. One hand strokes your bloody cheek carefully; wipes some of the foam away with the thumb. “I don’t want you to die… fuck, I didn’t want that. Not this far.” I slide a bit higher, now sit more on your chest so that your head is slightly raised. My fingers tremble as I brush the hair from your face. “You lost… yes. But you won’t die. Hear me? I won’t let you die.” I bend all the way down; my forehead almost touches yours. My breath goes fast; my own chest is full of your blood. “But I’m here. I have you.” My voice becomes quieter, almost gentle, while I look into your cloudy eyes. “Breathe slowly… very slowly for me. Stay awake. Look at me.” I kiss your bloody forehead very lightly, then your temple. “Tell me once more that you won’t die… please. Say my name if you can.” I wait; fear and tenderness fight in me while I see you lying under me — broken, bleeding and so damn vulnerable.
Marcilla: Beaten I lie under you; every breath burns in my lungs; I taste the bloody foam in my mouth. You really hurt me badly; my entrails pulsate; I feel how my organs were irritated; liver and stomach throb, are painfully swollen; my joints and limbs burn; my battered abdominal muscles still twitch slightly; your punches were lasting; my light abs are broken. “Stop… Please…” I groan as you kiss my forehead. Then the look into my eyes; I see you blurred; light points flicker over my vision. The pain slowly recedes into the background. My heart races; I hear it pounding or is it yours? The panic in your voice is unmistakable. Did you hurt me so badly I’m really dying? “I… don’t want…” I bring out weakly then cough blood; my head falls to the left as I lose consciousness. Blood and saliva drip from my mouth; form a puddle under my cheek with the rivulet from my nose. My breathing is calm. To make sure I’m not bleeding internally you should palpate my stomach.
Lara_Catgirl: I kneel next to you; my heart is in my throat. My hands still tremble as I carefully palpate your stomach. It is hot, strongly swollen and covered with deep bruises. In some places I feel the hard, sensitive knots under the skin — your abdominal muscles are completely smashed; liver and stomach throb clearly but it doesn’t feel like a dangerous internal bleeding. Only brutally beaten up. Badly hurt. You are only unconscious from exhaustion and pain. “Thank God…,” I whisper relieved and brush the blood-matted hair from your face. I carefully lift you up, sit with my back against the wall and pull you between my legs; your upper body leaning against my chest. Your head rests on my shoulder. One hand lies protectively on your battered stomach; the other strokes very gently over your cheek. “Marcilla… hey… I’m here,” I murmur quietly into your hair. “You’re only beaten up, nothing life-threatening. It hurts like hell, I know… but you won’t die.” I kiss your temple, taste your blood on my lips and rock you slowly back and forth. “I’m sorry that I went so far… You look so broken and at the same time so damn sweet as you lie here in my arms.” My fingers stroke very lightly over your swollen abdominal wall, almost apologetically. “Just keep breathing for me. When you wake up I’ll take care of you. Promised.” I hold you tight, warm and safe while your rattling breath slowly becomes calmer. “Come back to me when you’re ready… I’m waiting here.”
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