United Combat Federation

 

Flo_Fieldson: Sunset, I'm heading to that beach that we decided it was a good place to settle our discussion. Yes, at the gym me and a younger girl hit on the same guy...and damn, that bitch is really pissing me off since she's trying to get all his attention and I don't like this, I want him all for me. And so we are here, I want to teach her a lesson she will remember forever. I arrive at the place, and it seems I'm the first one...she isn't here...I'm wearing my fav yellow bikini, at my feet a pair of wedge sandals, standing 172 cm per 71 kg, 42 yearso old

Marcilla: I was already late, munching on my sandwich I buyed at the 7-11, my dinner as I get there. You're already waiting for me. "I don't chicken out even if you hoped so!" I snarl chewing the last bits down. "I hope you're fine because I want ruin your day." I'm way smaller than you with my 156 cm 48 kg wearing my red bikini with a green gemstone before my cleavage, jeans hotpants unbottened to show more of my slim tummy of. "So haggydi hag hag, last chance to step down, making place for the new Generation." I inhale, doing some warmups.

Marcilla:

Flo_Fieldson: I hear you arrive, and smirk as I hear your words. "Still talking a lot, uh?" I say to you smiling, confident that it is going to be a good "meeting" between us. "I'm ready and waiting for you, and if you think you can ruin me...well, I'll show you what an oldie can do to a younger girl" and I bend over to undo and remove my sandals. "Ready whenever you want, girl"

Flo_Fieldson:

Marcilla: "You looking good for your age I give you that" I'm very confident in my abilities, as much as I want beat a taller opponent who is way beyond my weightclass. I do some stretches bending over. "I'm good tho." I say casually but watching every movement of your closely with my green eyes. Then I get up my casually mood shifts as I get my stance, my left before my right both hands before my head slightly hunched forward as I wipe on my feet. My breathing calm, chest and belly heaven controlled like a whip ready to strike. "Let us dance hag!" I snarl.

Flo_Fieldson: I look at you, eyes focused on your face and on your body. Then I see your stance changing, and I know that now we are totally in it. I shake my arms, and then move my fists in a fighting stance too, bending a bit to my hips and moving forward, now totally focused on you, on your body and your movements. I walk forward, carefully, step after step, and when I reach the good range I snap out my left fist towards your chest, in two quick jabs, just to test your guard

Marcilla: You get closer, I roll my shoulders easing the tension. I played cool but I'm on my edge, focused, adrenaline rushes. Our difference in height and weight is a factor I wasn't aware of before seeing you. I need to be quicker doge your fists and legs, If you get me once its over. Your towering before me, I stay calm, inhale and exhale reading your movements as my chest and belly rises in calm pattern. Then I notice your left. Your arm goes forward strinking low. Belly or Chest? Its the Chest I lean forward turning my hip left to meet your fist with a low point of gravity to hold my balance. Your jabs bouncing of my arms. I don't want to play easy on you so I get in, rotating my hip abit more, my right feet lifts on his ball, as I cyrcle my right shoulder down for a quick hook at your left obliques. Just to give you a taste of whats coming.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm moving confident that I can land my jabs on your chest. But instead you move, and you move fast and smart, avoiding my punches making them land on your arm and deflecting them. And before I can get ready for another attack you move inside my defense and send your right fist in a quick hook aiming for my body. My left side is still exposed and "UUGFFF" your fist lands on my obliques. Even if I try to tens them I feel the punch, my belly is flat, but not so defined and the angle of your impact is good enough to make me groan in pain. A bit bent to my side I step back a bit, trying to regroup as much as I can. "Damn, she's skilled, I need to be more careful or I'm going to pay for it" I move my guard up and step forward, now my stance protecting my body a bit more...and as before I go with two quick left jabs to your chest again, but it's a feint, trying to open the way for a straight right punch aiming for the middle of your exposed tummy, right on your belly button

Marcilla: My knuckles crushing into your side a moan escapes your lips as you step back in an effort to get some distance again. I look at you with an delight smile. "This bitch is hurt, hurt more!" I think to myself, the evil cat in my mind is smiling as I see you bending to your left 😼. I want to stay close, in reach of my own fists and legs so I get after you with quick well thought steps one leg after another, always in balance both feets on the ground ready to react. Again your towering above me, this time slightly hunched over. Your left goes forward again holding me busy, my body tensed, your right goes forward. Low. I tense my sorry abs, but this hit would be a crushing one in most instances. I swiftly take steps back, getting out of my range but also out of your brutality zone. Your fist crushes into my abs. "Huhhhhhh" hitting my navel square but most of the energy got lost before. You're Feeling my abs tremble, my smooth skin at your knuckles but then I just get pushed back. I'm even further away now, my breathing rapids as your first hit shows me how high my stakes are. One of these with full impact and I'm yours to play with. My confidents and cockiness dropping. I new it was bad but like this? Sweet glisters on my skin as my chest and belly heavens in quick short breathes.

Flo_Fieldson: As my attacks are moving towards you I see your guard staying up protecting your chest "yes" I think by myself knowing you fell in my trap, but my right is moving too much before hitting your abs, losing most of the momentum before my knuckles touch the skin of your tummy "Damn!" Hissing frustrated as my punch landed, but not as hard as I wanted. You step back and from the look on your face I know you felt it, so at least I have a tactict to follow...but first, I need to weakend and slow you down. I give a last quick look to your sexy tummy and then I move on my bare fist, following you...I look at your chest moving with your rapid breathing, focusing on each of your moves...and then when I'm closer again, swinging a left hook to your right shoulder, trying to hurt your arm...and then quickly following with a right low hook aiming for your left ribs

Marcilla: I stand before you motionless, I'm out of range still thinking about a gameplan. But your coming again at me, like a bear at a deer. With my arms still lifted I choose aggression over defence, getting at you too. Close is my gameplan now, getting so close you could use your full momentum. I need just to be sure you don't get me at the ground. The ground and pounding I get from you before my eyes sends shiver down my spine. I watch you closely, my green eyes focused on every muscle movement of yours, my breathing gets stadyer again. Then you make your move again. I shift my weight to my right, getting low under your left hook, taking a step closer. Seeing your right hook at my ribs I let my left arm down, rotating my hip rightways. The Impact vibrates through my arm but my ribs are protected. "Mhhhhhm" I moan, I'm now close enough to strike and like a spring I rotate out, my right for a quick straight at your upper belly, as I lift my right feet. "Hffffff" I exhale as I try to hit you with all the weight I get behind my punch.

Flo_Fieldson: Again I move to attack and again you react quick and smart, you move low avoid my first hook, and then you turn your body, protecting your side with your arm making me hit it instead of your ribs "Damn" hissing again, feeling the impact on your arm, surely not effective as a punch to your side. And then I realize too late that my attack left my body exposed. As quick as I can I try to close my arms to protect my belly but your punch is faster "UUUUFFF" I exhale hard from my lips as your fist land. Tensing my abs, I manage to absorb part of the power of the punch, but again it is well aimed and well angles and makes me moan and stagger back, flinching a bit forward as I gasp for air. "you know how to land a punch" I hiss, still a bit out of breath, trying to get as much time and space as I can to recover

Marcilla: I try to get after you, perhaps this chance is my only one to end this quickly or hurt you in any substancial way. Cautiosly I step after you, my arms raised again, ready for both, striking and defending. I hear you hissing, you're soft gasps as my last shot robbed you of some air. My own breathing is still quick but I'm focused, piercing you with my green eyes like a predator.

Marcilla: I stand before you, in your shadow, but the glimpses of the sunset glistering on my sweaty bare skin. "Thank you" I Hiss back before stretching myself up as I rotate my delicate hip rightwards. My left shoulder rotates up as I try to reach you with a hard hook to your face. The hight difference not in my favor I try to use my chance as you're still flinched over, somewhat stunnend from my last hit. You can say I overextend, stretching my slim torso, making it as great as a target and vulnerable as possible but you're on retreat and way to slow to hit me right now. No matter what, If my left hook hits or not I bend my knees, getting down again and as I rotate my hip leftwards again I jump like a coil. My right still down, stays down before I rotate it up try to hit a uppercut at your ribs, right at your liver, that hopefully stuns you for another barrage of mine.

Flo_Fieldson: As I'm moving back trying to regroup you follow me, trying to not giving me chance to recover. I close my guard up, fists protecting my face and elbows down on my body. So, when you throw your left to my face my hands are already there, protecting and absorbing your blow. Then I see your body moving again, from down, pushing down my right arm to protect my side and my liver from a hard impact. "UGH" I groan when your fist land hard on my forearm. I take a step to my side after the impact, but I immediately try to take advantage of the situation. As you are still "stretched" forward in the attemp to attack me I lower and open a bit my left arm and then I swing it fast, trying to slam my knuckles in the area between your navel and your right side, trying to hit hard and hurt your right obliques

Marcilla: I was to cocky to confident, you're prepared, reading my movements I was just getting up, my slim tummy stretched out again as my fist hits your forearm. "No... Fuck" I hiss, this should be a crippling blow but instead I'm just out of balance, a juicy target, my slim belly before you. I'm already tensed my abs but it wouldnt be enough. "Uhhhhhhhh" I moan out loud as your fist hits with a thundering "thud" burying into my belly right of my slit like navel. You feel my smooth skin, then my abs failing at your knuckles as your fist crashes into my stretched tummy. My eyes widen as I stagger back, gasping and moaning. Holding my right side I try to regain my breath. "Fuuuuck" I gasp out as the pain sets in. I'm in shock now. I try to get some more distance between us trying to catch my breath. My gaze has changed, I'm not a predator anymore, I'm the cornered, wounded prey.

Flo_Fieldson: This time my fist connects, and it connects well. I feel your abs giving a bit under the pressure of my knuckles and you gasp and moan as you retreat, your eyes wide as I smile. "Got you" whispering as I look more at your reaction, knowing that for sure now things could get better for me. Keeping eyes contact with you I step with my bare feet in the sand towards you. Your arms are down, nursing and protecting your hurt middle. And you'll probably be more focused to that part of your body, so I approach you with my fists up and when I'm in the good firing range I snap out a couple of fast left jabs, aiming for your chest, and immediately following them with a straight right aming for your face

Marcilla: I was gasping, falling back, my left clutches around my tummy holding onto my waist as I stagger back. You get at me again, getting closer, I was still catching my breath after your hit, holding my waist thight staggering back. The sand beneath my bare feet flees before I get any grip. I can't escape you in this moment. You're attacking again, I get my right before my chest, searching for balance in the sand, giving in beneath my soles as your fist punches into my chest. "Uhhhhh" I exhale as your knuckles driving into my right tit. My eyes narrowing as I get my right arm up, protecting my, I let my right obliques where they are and lift both arms now as I stagger back. "Idea" I snarl my arms protecting my chest.

Marcilla: Then your straight right hits my face. "Ahhhhhhhk" I get thrown around, falling in the sand. Laying there on my right side. "Fuuuck" I moan loudly, my vision blurry, turning my head looking at you. I lay there supported by my right elbow. Theres two of you getting closer like some sort of eldritch horror. I push myself up, I struggle at first, as I try to get grip on loose sand but then I get some distance, get up again. Watching you through lifted hands. The last 10 seconds wearing heavy on my body and soul but I'm still in the fight, breathing heavy but Standing as I watch you through squinted green eyes, arms lifted. "Hag" I gnarl.

Flo_Fieldson: I manage to land my fists on you again. First my left to your smaller but sexy chest, making you push your guard up to protect your chest. And then my second punch, hitting you right on your pretty face, sending you staggering back and then falling in the sand, on your side. My eyes move to look at you as you lay there, watching your sexy tummy and your body frame. I begin to walk towards you, smirking. "Did you feel them, girl?" I taunt you "because you're going to feel a lot more" and I move again in your direction. I raise my hands up, in front of my chest and then sudden I rush towards you, launching my full body towards you trying to tackle you at hips or waist level and using my bigger body trying to slam you down in the sand again

Marcilla: My green eyes narrow as you storm at me, I shift my right foot back, blood drips down my chin as I brace myself. My body stiffens, hardens every muscle tensed, I shift my weight on my backfoot, getting my arms lower to hold my balance. I lift my left leg suddenly for a frontkick at your face with my bare sole. "SHUT UP HAG!" If succesful followed by a right left Combo at your obliques when youre still struggling with pain and sand in your eyes.

Flo_Fieldson: I notice too late your movements, and when I'm moving forward in the attempt to tackle you down your left leg move sending your foot impacting on my face. "UGHHHH" I groan, stopped in the move, stunned, my arms too low to be able to move up and protect my head. I stagger, disoriented, my arms moving at my sides trying to help myself to keep my balance. And that makes my belly an easy target for your fists, your right and left hit my obliques, making me yell in pain and stagger back again, my bare feet moving in the sand as I close my arms on my body, panting and moaning, trying to protect myself and build some space and time to regroup

Marcilla: You stagger back and my eyes lighten up, I smile in some way. "Already tired old Lady?" I snarl, out of breath rubbing my slightly reddend bodyside swiftly. I notice a cooper taste in my mouth and spit out to my left. A red stain stays in the sand. I bleed from my upperlip, I feel it now, the trickle of blood running down my chin dropping in the sand. My anger rises, "BITCH I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED!" I yell my eyes widend as I tense my body again, my breathing almost regulated. I move my bare feet on the warm sand as I get a more deeper more balanced stand. Then I do one quick steps at you shifting my balance on my left leg, before rising my right knee as I turn my stance before turning my upper body, stretching somewhat back, as my right knee unfolds for a strong kick at your head. "Hyahhhh" I exhale loudly, you see the muscle movements on my slim body, the controlled exhale on chest and belly as I tensed up before hitting.

Flo_Fieldson: I'm trying to regroup and recover as much as I can, mouth open as I take big gulp of fresh air. I see you noticing your mouth bleeding and then you move at me, furious and dangerous...eyes locked with yours to get ready for an attack or any kind of action you wnat to try. My arms slides up in front of my chest in a defensive stance, I move my right foot back, my toes sinking in the warm sand and then I see you moving, increase the speed of your steps, then rising your knee and your leg and turning your body for a high kick to my head, and this time I'm ready to react. I duck, bending my legs making your foot move up above my head and miss the target, and from there I try to straighten up as a spring, swining my right arm and trying to slam my fist hard on your left ribs. Just a single punch, but trying to make it as effective as I can

Marcilla: I underestimated your toughness badly, not even that you recover way quicklier than I estimated, you werent even as hurt as I thinking and through my kick I was widely open, leaning backwards, my tummy a unprotected from my bikini top down to my low-slung hot pants, stretched target and you decide to hit me hard, to knock the breath out of my body rendering me unable to breath. I try so get my arms before my body but your fist comes forcefull and fast. You hit me perfect under my left ribs my stomachorgan reacts on the Impact of your fist my kidney too and my body twitches. My Green eyes widen in shock, saliva shoots of my mouth. Three, for your ears lovely Sounds leaving my body. A smack followed by a dull thud as your fist sinks into my body, carving everything beside. "UHHGK-" a shorten cry of agony before I lost all my breath as your fist carves my bare upperabdomen in, you feel me twitching around your fist before I stagger Back wheezing for breath. I fall on my knees knees again, unable to breath, twitching before you holding my tummy. I try to get up very shaky but fall back again breathless obviously I'm unable to stand on my own for some time. I'm clearly Out of steam and breath, still trying frantically to breath in, my head resting on the Sand..

Marcilla: Wheezing before you, teary eyes as I'm panicly trying to breath in, while the pain still holds my body in shock.

Flo_Fieldson: My right fist connects hard with your left side, right under your ribs, sinking and crushing into your stomach organ. After the thud of my fist impacting on you, I look at your sexy body bending and twitching, almost on my fist. You spit saliva, drooling from your lips. You stagger back, a groan of pain before the lack of air does not let you to make other sounds. Your beautiful green eyes open wide in the shock and pain after my last punch. You drop down on your knees, your arms wrapping around the frame of your body in pain. A short effort to stand up but you drop down again, unable to breath. I can her your wheezes, your chest heaving as you try to get fresh air inside your lungs. But you're panicking and this is not helping you. I walk with my bare feet on the side to reach your side. And then I swing my left leg to send a kick to your hip, wanting to throw you with your back on the sand

Marcilla: I'm unable to breath, wheezing before you, no thought in my head just pain and the lack of oxygen. My vision blurry but thats the last of my priorities right now. I'm in an miserable state, drool drips out of my mouth, my breathing cramps after your hit, my eyes are teary because of the panick. My whole body shut down after your brutal Punch. I kneel there, making pathetic sounds, whimpering, twitching as your kick hits my left hip. I'm trashed, steamed out, unable to breath or speak as your feet crushes into my slim hip with. "Guhhh" I moan softly, the little breath I get exhaled in a soft cry. Sand all over my sweaty skin as I roll over two times, laying on my back before turning to my side, getting my knees and arms before my body, my chin pushed at my chest. You're clearly won at this point, but don't seem to be finished with me.

Flo_Fieldson: I hit your hip with my kick and it makes you roll a couple of times in the sand, until you stop on your side..."Oh no no no" I say when I see you bending your legs and moving your arms to protect your body. I drop on my knees beside you "no one told you to do this" and I move one hand on your shoulder and the other one on your hip and I pull, making you roll on your back. Then I slide one arm on your chest and the other one under your bent legs, pulling and trying to make you extende your body and legs "lets see this sexy body of yours"

Marcilla: I fight back, still trying to catch a breath but you're stronger, pushing my defense, in my weakend state back, exposing my whole body for you. My Belly and chest heavens frantically as I breath in quickly, showing the contures of my flat tummy with each breath. My Arms getting pushed away and my legs falling down in the sand without any strenght. "Huh-huh-huh-huh-..." I still gasp for air.

Flo_Fieldson: I look down at you with an evil smile, your body finally "extended" and exposed. I see your chest and belly heaving, fast, in the attempt to get some fresh air and breath properly. I remove my right arm from across your chest, and I use my index finger to trace from your sternum down to your navel, playing few seconds with the rims of it and then moving down on your lower belly, down to the waistline of your shorts, admiring your sexy flat belly moving under my finger. Then I remove it from your belly, push my arm back and then fire it down, slamming my fist as hard as I can in the middle of your tummy, using the navel as center target

Marcilla: I lay flat before you, my arms at headlevel in the sand, my legs also laying down. My eyes are barely open, just a glimpse of my green eyes is watching you as your finger runs down my body, touching the smooth skin running down my tummy from ribs to pelvis, playing around my navel before caressing my lower belly at the low sitting hotpants. I'm whimper and gasp beneath you, try to get my arms before me but you pushed them away everytime. "Gahhhgk" I get slightly up as your fist crashes into my navel, my eyes widen and Theres no resistance as your knuckles carving my stomach in, crushing into organs. Saliva flies out of my mouth on my own chest, I try to curl up again moaning heavy as I gasp for air in brutal agony as my lungs burning from the lack of air before.

Flo_Fieldson: I look at you reactions, hearing your groan and moan of pain after my punch to your belly, your saliva flying from your mouth down to your chest. I see your belly tensing in the effort of bending your legs at your waist, but you can't do that, your abs to beaten to be able to curl up. "your belly is really hot girl" and then I stop "but this is not going to stop me from really hurt you" and I swing a left punch, trying to slam it on your liver area, and then, immediately after it, I slam my right fist on your stomach, impaling it down as hard as I can

Marcilla: "GHACK-" your fist crushes in my already red smooth skin hitting my liver directly, its a pass out shot, my athletic body twitches on your Impact and my eyes roll back in my head before closing and my body goes limp your right drove deep into my stomach, theres no tension as you impale my guts. "Bleurghhh" I'm unconscious puking in the sand as my head rolls to my left.

Marcilla: I'm convulsing, your fist still carved into my stomach while spitting out drool and puke.

Flo_Fieldson: The liver punch literally shut you down and off, your body twitches and then your eyes roll back in your head and close...but I notice it only after the punch to your stomach that makes you puke, your head turning to the side and then staying motionless...saliva and vomit drooling from your lips...I look for a moment at you, worried that I really exagerated...then I see your chest moving and at least I know you're out but still breathing...I stand up on my feet, sliding my left one on your body and moving it on your belly, on your chest, neck and then using my toes to wiggle them on your mouth and nose, looking to see if you're going to wake up "hey bitch, wake up!"

Marcilla: Three Well placed punches we're enough to Render me unconscious. I lay in the sand spreaded out with labored breathing, vomited my guts out. You clearly beat your cocky rival, age, hight and weight are just numbers, its you and the vulnerable flat belly of the girl you hate alot. Your slowly move your feet above my features, starting at my hipbones moving above my flat belly to my cheeky breasts, touching everything while I'm passed out. Then your feet hitting my face, turning my head. My eyes twitch and I came back your toe in my noose. "Urghhhhhh" I moan softly turning my Body aside curling up again as the pain of you beating sets in again.

Flo_Fieldson: "Hey hey welcome back" I taunt you when I see you coming back awake...then you curl your body but I try to move my foot in the middle to prevent you you from curling up "oh no no girl, move back and lay on your back" and while saying that I push my foot on your chest trying to send you down on your back again

Marcilla: I try to curl up but you pressed your feet on my red Bikini top, pushing me to the ground. My squinted green eyes looking up to you in agony as I Grab your feet, try to push it from my chest. "Wha- What happend?" I ask, didn't remember the pain and struggle after your last hits, just tasting the effects of them.

Flo_Fieldson: "It seems you had some stomach issues and you passed out" I say taunting you, your hands on my foot makes me smile and I raise it from your chest...giving you a quick impression that I'm moving it on the sand again. But instead I raise it over your belly and stomp it down hard, the ball of my foot trying to sink hard on your solar plexus. I leave it pressing down on your flat tummy before standing on your belly full weight for few seconds and then move on the other side of you, stepping over your body

Marcilla: I try to get your foot of my breasts and you relive my chest finally. "You fucking Haggggck-" I get cut short as your feet drives deep between my ribs, robbing me of any breath I get, disrupting my inhaling again. My vision got dark again, I nealy pass out again as your whole weight crushes my upper belly. "Uhhhhhh" I lay there gasping for air fighting to stay concious, whimper behind you as you stepped over me. The fistfight ended in torture on my side.

Flo_Fieldson: I turn to look down at you, red marks all over your belly that probably will become red and blue bruises, your chest heaving hard again as you're trying again to breath properly...I step closer and stand at your side, hands on my hips as I ask at you "did you learn your lesson to stay at your place, bitch" and I wiggle my toes over your bellybutton "or do you need something more?" Waiting for your response

Marcilla: I'm still unable to speak, one hand before my solarplexus. "Yess I got it..." I gasp out ignoring that your feet again stands above my flat tummy, poking my navel. I get my arms down, try to frab you.

Flo_Fieldson: I see your arms moving down, the soft voice coming out from you tells me that you're so weakened and hurt..."But I think not enough" and I stomp down my toes in your lower belly, halfway between your navel and the waist of your hotpants...I grind my painted toes down in your belly before removing them, admiring the "prints" I left also there...then I swing my right leg and kick your side and hip again..."come bitch, move on your fours!" and then I add "I've just started with you"

Marcilla: I Look up at you, my eyes teary, gasping in quick breathes. My tummy is a mess, blue and green bruises especially around ribs. My belly heavens in quick pattern, seeing my bare tummy like that you grind your toes into my lower abdomen. "Gahhhgk" I moan out, again spitting as I whiggle beneath you, your toes digging deep into my soft lower belly. Then you kick my side again. "Guhhh" my hip gives in as I roll over. Theres no escapes, no mercy. I start to panic, try to get up. I messed with the wrong one, and it seems I will pay dearly. "Hes... Hes yours" I whimper.

Flo_Fieldson: I see you moving on your fours trying to crawl away, my eyes fall on your butt, it shape well showed by your hot pants...I move closer to you, smiling "I know he's mine, I knew it from the beginning" and when I'm almost at your side I move down my right hand and grab the waistband of your shorts and pull up "Get up on your feet, if you're woman enough to do that!" I pull up more, trying to pull you up from the sand

Marcilla: I try to get away, crawling in the Sand. Nothing left of my cockyness my martial prowness, but now I try to get away gasping for breath, my whole body full of pain. You grab the waistband of my hotpant pulling me up and I'm able to stand for a second before falling into my knees again. "I'm sorry Stop it..."

Flo_Fieldson: You stay up for few seconds and then drop down on your knees again, in the sand, right in front of me..."bitch, I told you to stand up on your feet" and I push my toes on your bare back and push hard, trying to send you down in the sand, on your chest and face

Marcilla: "ugh" Your foot slams into my back, right between my shoulderblades. I fall face first in the sand, struggeling pathethically to get up again but I passed out 5 minutes ago and we're still struggeling with the effects. I try to crawl away again. "Please... You won..."

Flo_Fieldson: I look at your pathetic attempt to crawl away...I follow you, probably without noticing your are crawling towards a wooden fence right in front of us...as you get closer to ther I bend and grab your left arm using my right one...and I pull hard, trying to make you stand on your feet, and then I swing trying to send your body against the fence right in front of you

Marcilla: I Just want to get away beaten, pain throbbing through my core because of your work. "I never argue again" I whimper try to please you with words but I know its to late, you gonna punish me even further. You throw me against the fence. "Guhhh" I spit out a mist of saliva leaves my mouth. My knees buckle, I get my fists up patting your stomach sides, then I stand before you my arms at my side, my whole belly totally open.

Flo_Fieldson: I take a step back and for a moment I just take a look at you, standing in front of me, your belly a blue and black mess of bruises, especially around your navel, your legs barely able to keep you up, your arms are at your sides, giving full access to your body, your belly totally open and vulnerable "better for you" I hiss at you, and then I swing my right arm, in a smooth curve, trying to slam my right fist as hard as I can in the middle of your belly. My knuckles landing on your belly button but the movement is driving my fist upward and inward inside your body, driving your guts and your stomach hard against your diaphragm

Marcilla: I lean against the wallvmy Arms at my side, trying to breath "GUHGKKKK-" your fist crushes into soft flesh. Again I do noises you like, the Long abruptly stopped moan as your knuckles crushing my stomach against my diaphragm. "Bleurgh" I puke again but pass out again and my head feels forward before my knees giving in. I'm deadweight in your grip, moaning, puking deadweight.

Marcilla: You start to brake me step by step, nothing left of the bratty girl before, I'm concious as long you want my tummy your punchingbag an target to break down even more. I hang there, my head in my chest eyes closed, whimper softly, drool drips down my open mouth, my upper belly and chest convulse, your punch hurts my body even If I passed out, my breathing again disrupted it did its best to hold me alive even If I passed out again. "Uhhhhh" I slowly come Back, my eyes still closed shout, gasping and coughing. My slim frame trembles in your hold.

Flo_Fieldson: My uppercut land exactly where I wanted, sinking deep, in your slim frame, crushing your stomach and making you puke another time, moving back avoid your vomit. Then you pass out, your legs giving and bending and your deadweight body fall over me. I open my arms to hold you and not you let fall on the sand. Your head at my tits level, your legs bent, your arms limp at your sides. Holding you better I pull you up, making you stand on your feet again, but with my supporting you. Your belly and chest convulse, feeling your breathing becoming fast and short, then with a moan you slowly come back, but still not totally here. Still holding you I move you back at the fence, sliding my arms under your armpits I pull you up and adjust you against the fence, arns over it...gently slapping your face to keep you awake "hey girl" and I giggle "this is going to hurt a bit" and I place my hands on your shoulders, with a good grip on them, and then I swing my leg sinking my right knee as hard and deep as I can in the middle of your exposed belly, right above your belly button

Marcilla: I'm barely concious, my eyes closed, drool and puke drips down at my bare cleavage between my red bikini top, chest and belly rise and fall in short shallow breathes. My Hotpants sitting barely on the hips, giving free even more bare skin and my also red bikinibottom. I'm not standing on my own anymore, you hold me up before drapping my arms above the fence. I don't resist anymore, you shoved my bratty attitude into my mouth, better into my tummy, whos marked with red and blue marks, twitching slightly before you as my muscles and guts spasm whenever rising with my breathing. We got some stakes before and your more than willing to teach me a lesson I don't forget, getting me out of dojo and gym for a long time and as I hang before you, softly moaning because of the throbbing pain in my core you're not done yet, I'm passed out two times, puked most of my dinner out but you still want to hurt me. I didn't react at all, the only way you know that I'm not passed out again is me trying to stand on my own, getting my arms free to curl up again.

Marcilla: But you get sure, slapping my face gently and my closed eyes twitching, opening a bit. Bright green eyes, teary and painend looking at you before my head lays against my small chest again. "Noo..." I whimper, with hanging head, thick drool drips down like melted cheese. I hear your giggle, twitching slightly, trying to get free as I feel your fingers gripping violently into the soft skin around my shoulders. "Uhhhhhgk" I moan loudly as your right knee brutaly rams into my softed up tummy, right between my navel and stomachpit, impaling my guts, shoving them aside, pushing my stomach up against my diaphragm. I retch soundly, saliva and some gastic juice leaves my mouth. You feel my tummy, my whole body convulsing again. "Uhhhhhhhh" I moan softly as the pain sits in as your knee carves deeper than before in my belly. I Change between gasping, retching and soft moans, still slightly concious this time. Above my slit like, low sitting, navel my abdomen gets a dark blue color that will stay for some days, my whole belly from hips to ribs is reddend.

Flo_Fieldson: I smile wide hearing the impact of my knee with your body, the sounds you make when your tummy is devastated from my hit and of you gagging and retching saliva and gastric juice. Your stomach is a brutal mess, red black and blue from all the punches and other blows you received. But I'm not done yet, I want to really hurt and finish you to make you pay for your behaviour, to teach you a lesson you'll never forget. I look down at your body, sliding my left arm on your back to help you stay on your feet, while using my right hand to trace down with a finger along your battered tummy, from your sternum down to your navel, stretched out in a slit, and then I move below it, in the area between the belly button and the waist of your hot pants, pulled down a bit more and exposing more of your tummy. I press for a moment with the tip of my finger, then I move my arm back and drill a strong punch right there, trying to sink my fist as deep as I can in your lower guts, grinding and twisting my fist deep inside you

Marcilla: Limp in your grip I shiver slightly as your fingers running down my beaten tummy, every touch burns on my sensitive skin. The Last Thing I remember was my own hybrid, my confidents as I get at you, then theres just a red mist of agony, panic and the urge to breath properly. My bested abs, twitches with every touch of your fingers as you run them down. "Uhhhh" a soft moan, escapes my lips as I barely hang on my conciousness. Your fingers stopping at my lower abdomen between navel and pelvis, still unharmed. The skin lightly tanned, giving in softly as you poke it. "Hmmm" another moan as I pathetically try to tense myself, slightly aware of whats coming. "Uhhhhhgk" your knuckles crushing into soft skin, carving deep my lower guts in. Pain rushes through my body as you land a direct hit on my ovarie crashing it, turning your fist inside my lower guts, messing them up like the rest of my tummy. "Ohhhhhhhh" I moan with every twist, feeling it as burning hot pain deep inside of my body. Your message is clear and I payed a huge, painfull, price messing with you but I'm sure you're not done yet. I hang around the fence twitch slightly, coughing up some bile, looking into the sky as you pull my chin up to stretch my body even more. Theres just pain, my lungs burning, the lack of oxygen paid its toll, my stomach empty and cramping, my liver pulsating and now a dull throbbing pain in my lower abdomen.

Flo_Fieldson: My fists drills and sinks deep in your lower gut, making you moan in pain as I twist my fist into your lower guts, smiling. You cough up some bile, like you still want to throw up but your stomach is empty and now only gastric juices and bile comes up. Your body is limp against the fence, but you are still awake, maybe not totally, but enough to feel everything. Again I beginto move my fingers all around your lower belly, below your belly button. "So, this area is still pretty ok, I think I need to focus here a bit more" I move my fingers a bit to the sides of your belly button, but below it "maybe I can drill some punches here, right on your ovaries" and I press with my fingers "and you'll feel pain, a lot of pain" then I slide my index finger, pushing it halfwat between your navel and the waistband of your shorts "or here, right on your bladder...here maybe in addition to the pain you could embarass yourself a bit" I then move my hands higher, touching your upper belly on the left and on the right "Or maybe I can go to the stomach, or the liver...but these are spots to knock you out...and I still want to have fun so...." and after few seconds I say "bladder will be" and I swing a strong hard right uppercut in the middle of your belly, trying to crush with my fist your bladder

Marcilla: I feel every move of your finger, my breathing rapids even more I'm panicking with each touch, your cold and emotionionless tone activates a deep fear in my foggy mind, enough of my mind is clear to understand the purity of your hate towards me. I'm not human in your eyes, just a moaning meatie punchingbag for you to enjoy with an broken, flat tummy you do some experiments with. The sound of your voice is delightfull as you marking severall spots on my tummy and the painlevel, potential effects of punching them. I hang there and as you get up, poking the upper abdomen I instantly wish you go for another knockout, sparing me of more pain with a pass out punch. But you don't, you're teasing me, telling me that you want me to endure all the pain. I shudder as I hear "bladder". Than your knuckles crushing deep into my fair skin right above the waistband of my Bikini. "Ohhhhhhhf" I groan again, my body twitches with the hard Impact, as your uppercut digs deep into my flesh, hitting my bladder directly. Waves of red hot pain radiating upwards through my whole center, my body convulses as I moan lengthy. "You cunt..." I whimper, knowing well you wouldn't s top even if I beg.

Flo_Fieldson: As my previous punches, also this one sinks deep into your lower belly, driving hard into your bladder, making you groan and moan, all sounds that are delight for my ears. And the pain in your lovely lower area does the work, keeping you awake without collapsing and passing out. I smile when you curse me "still some fight in you I see" and I giggle..."well, lets try a different thing this time" and I move my left hand down to your belly, below and at the side of your navel "I told you before, down here we have our ovaries...always wondered what could happen if..." and I stop my words, looking quickly at you and then using my left arm as a spear, my hand tensed and trying to sink my fingers past your abs deep into your lower tummy organs, trying to use that move to go even deeper than a normal punch

Marcilla: I shudder at your touch, my tummy spasm around your fingers as I try to flex my abs but it hurts to much so I soft up again in a second. Your Touching the left side of my navel, my tummy twitches before you with every breath, my face is pale, stucked in horror just of your touch on my flat bellyskin. I don't enjoy your little anatomy lesson so far. "Huhhhhhh" Bending over I groan out as your "spear" drives even deeper than your fist in my already pummeld belly. Pushing directly at my ovaries twith your fingertips, enjoying the convulsing of my body as your fingers digging deep for that painpoint. But its just blank pain, erradiating from my core, I'm still conscious groaning, my vision cloudy, my face pale.

Flo_Fieldson: I move back, hands on my hips, looking at you. Your belly now a brutal red, blue and black mess. Your chest moving up and down with your breathing, that now come with short and not continuos breaths. Your face is pale, your eyes are half closed and you look at the edge of passing out again. I step closer again, grabbing your chin with my left hand, pulling your head up "hey girl, stay with me". And with my other hand I begin to push my finger again on your exposed tummy. "So, go back with this marvelous belly" and I push my finger inside your navel "Down here we have your guts, a strong punch would make feel a good amount of pain, but just leaving you with a bellyache and a bit of nausea" I slide my finger a bit above your navel "here we have a bunch of organs, stomach, transverse colon, part of the liver, pancreas...a strong punch here and you'll feel a lot more pain" sliding my left a bit on the left "here we have the liver, a well placed punch here and your body will shut down, the pain will be too much to handle, and a rupture here could be really dangerous" sliding my finger to the right "and here we have the stomach, painful as the liver shot, but not to shut your body down...if you have eaten that would make you feel sick but" and I turn to look behind us "It seems you've already emptied it" I trace my finger down "here we have already discovered your bladder, and it seems you handled a good amount of pain...but I have to spots here to try" and I move my finger on your left side "the spleen, painful, and if well hit it could rupture, creating an internal bleeding...but it could be too dangerous, I don't want to kill you" and I raise my finger up, right below your sternum "so maybe the solar plexus...sinking my fist deep here...well, it's plenty of nervous termination, so you'll feel a 10 of 10 level of pain, and it will radiate everywhere in your body...in addition, it will affect your diaphragm too, making you feel winded and unable to breath,

Flo_Fieldson: maybe panicking too since this sensation of paralyzed lungs" and I giggle..."So, tell me...how much pain do you want to feel bitch?"

Marcilla: I'm barely there, my face is pale and as you make me looking at you the severe bellybeating, calling it anatomy lesson by now, you got me through shows clearly. I look at you through squinted eyes, the glare behind my green eyes totally gone, I'm unfocused, looking foggy while panting in your face with a slack open mouth. Drool and some puke at my chin the same on my chest. I'm sweaty, my mostly bare belly glisters in the evening sun. You got me through hell so far, knocked me me out more than once, painting my flat belly in the colors of the rainbow, punishing the insides for my own hybris, clearly remorsing challenging you like this and seeing your gaze I'm sure that you aren't finished with punishing, punching me. I try to get my arms free, want them before my tummy before you strike again but they are way to heavy. "S-slut" I gnarl out, try to anger you so that you punch me out again, letting me slip into unconsciousness so you're rage would hit me while I'm passed out. Its pathetic, you got me in full control, theres no need getting angered by the defensless punchingbag before you.

Marcilla: You're making it obvious by asking me to stay with you before running your finger down my flat beaten tummy, poking into some spots explaining me what organs you would hit and you would I'm totally defensless, unable to flex my sorry abs in the smallest way. You're stopping between my floating ribs, pushing the soft skin between them, feeling my beaten breathing. "None..." I whisper faintly.

Flo_Fieldson: "Unfortunately none is not a possibile choice girl" I reply back giggling..."Maybe I will do something painful but not enough to make you pass out again. There are plenty of possible places where to land my fist on this beautiful and sexy belly" and I begin to move my fingers all over the smooth skin of your belly, pressing a bit them in the various spot I told before. And then when my fingers move on the lower rim of your navel I pull my right hand back, close it in a fist and drive it hard in a strong punch aiming for that spot. The fist drives and sinks straight and just when my knuckles hit I bend a bit my arm trying to push the fist slightly upward, sinking it as deep as I can into your guts, wanting to feel your warm belly all around my hand "Yes, I think this would be perfect". And an evil smile appears on my face

Marcilla: I hang before you, my breathing labored, ragged, and uneven; the repeated impact knocking the wind out of me makes my lungs burn, and every breath stings my chest. The many heavy blows to my stomach have clearly taken their toll by now. I had already lost consciousness for a while, but in this brief pause you’re granting me, the full extent of my wretched state becomes apparent to you and that pleases you. My flat stomach twitches involuntarily as you gaze at it, then you begin to trace its contours with your finger, barely grazing the skin. I look down lacking the strength to lift my head and see your finger, you notice me tensing up at every touch, even when my ragged, wheezing breath pushes my abdominal wall and irritated skin against your finger. You struck me, but only now do you realize the severity of it. I am traumatized, incapable of any thought other than a desperate plea for you to stop. I can no longer recall the insolent remarks or insults I once hurled at you, I don't even would I have the strength to voice them. Your responses barely register with me anymore, either. My breathing is shallow, consciousness has become a luxury my body can barely afford amidst all the pain, nausea, and respiratory distress. My head is throbbing, just like the rest of my body from my pelvis up to my ribs. Through a blur, I sense your finger pausing just above my lower abdomen. With a dull thud, your fist presses against my skin and drives into my soft lower belly until it hits my uterus, then you shove your fist upward toward my navel. "Uhhhhhhhggg." I lack the strength to scream; the sound of your fist slamming into my body is louder than the soft moan I let out followed by a faint gurgle. Since I’m already moaning softly, that gurgle triggered when pain explodes in my gut again, my mouth full of saliva as you press and shift my insides is the only thing that stands out, aside from the now-muffled thud your fist makes as it slams into me. My vision starts to blur and sa

Flo_Fieldson: My fist move fast and drive deep inside your lower belly and then finding its way up towards your belly button, moving your guts inside as my fist and knuckles painfully rearrange the position. You moan, no strenght in you to yell out, a soft gurgle coming out from your lips making me smile. You drool saliva from your lips and I look at you, noticing your body giving up a bit and your eyes looking like unable to see properly "hey hey, girl...don't leave me...stay awake" as I begin to gently slap your face to try to keep you awake, but it seems almost useless...and so I go down to your belly..."Uhm, where I can make her feel enough pain to wake her up, but without make her faint" and I use my fingers to touch your exposed middle "navel? No...not there, maybe stomach or liver? No...too hard, she will pass out for sure..." and then I slide my fingers on your sides, close to your obliques "oh yes, here, maybe...an hook pushing deep towards her ovaries? that will be really painfully without damaging her inside too much" my smile gets wider "yes, perfect" and then, without losing too much time I move my right foot back, as I do the same with my arm and then I swing it, fast, hard, with a slightly movement from up to down, slamming it on your left obliques trying to push my fist deep to your left ovary"

Marcilla: I barely react at your uppercut pushing deep into my soft stomach, upwards at my absline into my stomachpit. I'm nearly out again, gasping softly, any tense has left my body, I'm merely a flat tummy before you a piece of meat you wann traumatize some more. My breath ist ragged, saliva drops down my chin, onto my heaving chest. My whole abdomen is tagged with red and purple marks of your fists, twitching unvoluntarly, to cope with the damage you did to my abs. But youre still Not finished, slapping my face to hold me awake in my constant state between. "Hmmm" I moan softly at your slaps, my vision stays blurry and after the torture you did on me its no wonder that I'm more than groggy. You let your fingers running over my belly, I'm fading in and out as you mark some spots, trashing the Idea, before getting to the next thinking loudly. I get some fragments. You don't wanna punch me out again, I scream in my head. "LET ME ALONE THEN" But I'm unable to make any sound beside silent moans and gasps. Your decide to hit me in my left obliques. I don't move at all as your fist crushes into my left bellyside without any resistance, my body gives in like a pillow, pain rushes through me I stiffen, as you hit my left ovarie spot on. "guhhh~" I moan weakly, your fist rocks my body, my arms get free of the fence and I fall in the sand. Laying on my side motionless, just breathing uneven swallow.

Flo_Fieldson: My punch to your oblique is hard and brutal. It slams on your side and sinks deep, your abs unable to protect your inners...you let out a soft gasp and moan, and then your arms leave the fence and you drop down in the sand. Your body is laying on a side, I see your chest moving up and then stopping, like your lungs are frozen. I step towards you, a bit worried, but then I see your chest moving down and I sigh in relief. As I step to your side I look down at you, hands on my hips. Your body is a brutal red and blue mess, your belly totally destroyed, red, full of deep bruised, swollen everywhere...and Yes, I can't hurt you there more, you reached your limit...I use my foot to push your body and make you lay on your back, your body still motionless. "What a patetic loser" and I spit on your face twice...then I move two steps again and I spit again, lowering my face over your belly and letting my saliva drool right into your belly button, filling it. Then I move my hands under your armpits and pull you up, your body is light and it's so easy to pull you up and hold you. I move you again on the fence, placing your arms on the top of it, your legs bent under you, your body hanging at the fence, holding up only for your arms on it...I smile as I look at your body, still beautiful and sexy even if totally destroyed. I walk to the place where I left my bag and my sandals and grab them. I reach you again and from my bag I grab a red marker I have inside it. I open it and moving in front of you I use it to write on your belly skin "Flo Belly Bitch" above your navel and then, below it, I write "pathetic loser". Then I step back, grab my phone to take a picture of you and wearing my sandals I start to walk away "goodbye bitch, going to have a lot of fun with the guy...I will show you the pic" and I left the place, tired, with bruises appearing on my body, but totally happy and satisfied

Marcilla: I'm laying there in the sand, totally passed out, didn't feel anything, not your spits, the yanking up at my armpits. You worked me over truly, hanging me around the fence again. My head in my chest, you're getting your marker out, writing in my beaten body than you leave me there. After some minutes I woke up again, moaning as the pain of conciousness sits in. Barely able to move I get of the fence. Youre gone. I lay in the sand throbbing, twenty minute maybe fitfty, I can't tell slipping out of conciousness again and again, before some girl gets at me, talking to me softly ,calling an ambulance. I wake up at the hospital. The painkillers do their work. I don't want to challenge you again too soon, maybe not at all.

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