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Barfight
Marcilla: Live played music sounds loudly in the main room, its the most beloved bar around and I know why, most guest are nice just enjoying the vibe. Me too, I sit on the bar, just drinking some mocktails enjoying my evening after a long day of work thinking about my crumbling down car, enjoying the company, the nice chats and the lovely sourrounding. I just ended a quick chat with an lovely university student, get up from my chair, wishing her a nice evening. Smoking is allowed here but I want to take a break, pushing softly through the crowd to the exit as I bump into someone spilling my cherry-banana drink on her. "Sorry I was giving my best..." I look down at the ground. "11$ on the ground what a bummer..."
Enchanting_Aria: I’m already in a bad mood today and trying to take my mind off things. I want to cheer myself up a bit at that new bar—the one everyone seems to love. So, I dress in something casual yet sexy and head over. I’m standing at the bar, ordering a beer, and already having to fend off a few guys who clearly thought I’d be an easy target. Suddenly, someone bumps into me and spills their drink all over me. Great. Cherry. That’s a nightmare to get out. I snap at you: "Can't you watch where you're going, you stupid bitch? You're paying for the dry cleaning."
Marcilla: "Hey calm down, stuff like this happens at crowded places. I'm sorry I help you cleaning." My Green eyes looking up at you, pleading slightly, I don't have the money for cleaning, my car just broke down. I look you up and down. "I got some nice clothes too, just living 5 mins from here, you change and I wash yours? I need a change too, spilled myself too hahaha" I try to soften the mood of you as I swipe myself with some napkins, cleaning my bare belly softly.
Enchanting_Aria: It immediately dawns on me what this drivel is all about. She doesn't have the money to get my clothes dry-cleaned. I grab you by the hair and say, "That’s a job for the dry cleaner, you slut. Or do you actually think I’d let you get your hands on my designer clothes?" I glare at you and yank harder on your hair. The little brat is going to regret this. This is exactly what I needed today—a little victim like this.
Marcilla: "Ahhhhh-" I scream in pain, grabbing your hands. "Please stop, I doesn't know Ahhhh... Okay... Okay... Let go of my hair." My body is stretched, my croptop showing my ribs as far as to my bra, heaving in swift breathes as my body reacts to your escalation.
Enchanting_Aria: I grin as you look so helpless. You’ve got such a killer body, but no idea how to use it. I ram my fist into your stomach—once, twice, three times. Then I hurl you against the counter and snarl, "I’m going to beat the hell out of you, you little whore."
Marcilla: Your hard knuckles driving into my soft stomach, punching organs aside. You feel my my skin, my abs and stomachwall twitching as your fist intrudes the relative peace of my flat belly with a resounding hollow sound as Out punch the breath out and agony in me. It sounds like something hard hits something soft but filled with precious stuff, my inners, my breath, my lunch. I yelp Out loud as the pain hits me. "IUGHHHH" my arms cramping for a second, as I bend over your fist, my cheeks puffed, Green eyes wide open. "Ohhh" I moan, drool at my lips then your fist drives into me again, this time again crushing my Abs and stomachwall right at my navel. "Uhhhhhhh" I wheez out, panting spitting some Saliva out. You fist drives into my slim figure again, above my navel right into my stomachpit, strong, deep and vicious, I retch out, you feel my stomach contracting against your fist as more saliva leaves my lips. I'm feeling nauseaus. "GUUUUHRGK" I retch again as you press me against the counter, Lifting my arms before my beaten belly, panting heavy as I try to catch my breathe.
Enchanting_Aria: I can see how battered the little thing is. Well, this is going to be easier than I thought. I execute a full-circle kick and drive my high heel into your pretty face—I want you to know who’s in charge here. Right after the kick, I slam my fist into your full, sexy breasts; I practically shatter your sweet bosom with the blow. "I said cleaning. You bitch."
Marcilla: My eyes squinted from pain, panting looking at you, I see you do a full-circle kick, I don't will have this, letting myself slipping down the counter as I give in with my knees. A barstool before me I push it at you with all my strength left.
Enchanting_Aria: I swing my leg over you, and you grab the bar stool and ram it into my stomach. Uuuuuuuurghhhhhh. Luckily, it was the seat hitting me; I stagger backward and hiss angrily at you: "Now you're going to suffer, you bitch." I circle you while you hold the bar stool out in front of you.
Marcilla: "Didn't... I suffer... before?" I say still panting, catching my breathe fighting the urge to vomit. My whole tummy is throbbing, red marks of your fist visible on my skin above and at my navel. I holding the stool before me, my posture slightly bend over, holding you in check while the crowd around us getting away, their phones out. We got some space and their chatting. "You choosed violence, now youre suprised by it, I'm not your Punchingbag" I take a step at you, pushing the stool forward as I try to space myself from the counter. The crowd, alot of guys but woman to move with us theyre phones filming, some light chatter between them. 'Fucking drunks, call the police' I think to myself.
Enchanting_Aria: You’re pushing me back a little; the stool acts like a shield for you. But a dwarf behind a shield is still just a dwarf. I kick the stool hard, shoving you backward. Then I lunge forward, ramming my knee into the soft seat and forcing you back against the counter. I’m right on top of you instantly, slamming my fist hard into your nose. Since you’re holding onto the stool, you can’t block the blow.
Marcilla: The weight of you and your knee is enough to Push me Back again, I'm cornerd, the legs of the stool pinning me against the bar. "Ufffffff" I exhale soundly as I get rammed backwards in, stretched out against it, my chest on it. Your fist hits my nose. "Uhhhh...ouf...." My head snaps back hitting the Wood, I pass out loosing my grip on the stool. It falls down, as I came by again, my bare belly stretched and unprotected as my arms hanging at my side.
Enchanting_Aria: I landed a perfect hit on the little one, and now there you are—already nearly finished. I clench my fists and then pummel your stomach like a madwoman. Left and right, and right and left. I snarl at you: "I'm going to beat you to a pulp, you little bitch." I shake your body violently and smash through your rock-hard abs.
Marcilla: I'm not back already. "GUHHHGK" you fist crashes deeply into my piercend navel , my eyes widen instantly as you punch the air out of my body , I spit out. "UHGHHHH" next Punch this time lower, my lower Belly and my ovaries giving in, pain rushes through me I spit out even more. I Just want to fall down but your rattle my body with even more punishing fists pushing me up against the bar, one strike into my even more giving in bare tummy after another. "GUHHHGK... GAHHGK" your brutal punches hitting my stomachpit directly I gasp out in pain as your knuckles rattling my intestines.
Enchanting_Aria: You want to collapse, but my brutal blows keep you upright. When you’re completely spent, I let you fall against me. I lift you up and toss you onto the counter so that your head and breasts hang down one side and your legs the other; your back is on the surface, and your belly is arched upward. I jump onto the counter, kneel down, and clench both hands into fists. I slam my joined fists into your stomach as if driving a hammer into it—screaming to summon power—and ram my fist so deep into your gut that it practically jerks your body upward.
Marcilla: "GUHHHGK" I passed out before but your brutal Punch woke my up for a second. I snap up, as your fists crushing down onto my soft skin, my relaxed stomachwall deep into my intestines. I curl around the Impact, falling back more unconscious than before. "uhhh" I moan softly your hit sits in brutally.
Enchanting_Aria: I watch you sink into deep unconsciousness. Then I stand up and stomp hard on your stomach one more time. I jump off the counter and leave you lying there unconscious. Now I feel better; I’ve vented my aggression and leave the bar satisfied.
Published: 2026-08-18, viewed 75 times.
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