Belly Trample Novels & Stories

The three men crouched in a corner, gripping steel pipes and baseball bats like strays waiting for a meal. The elevator reached B1. Mia dragged a suitcase behind her. Landon followed with Noah in his arms. The garage was dim. Heads down, they hurried toward the parking spots. Bang! A steel pipe slammed into a concrete pillar two yards in front of Landon. Sparks flew. Landon froze. Three figures stepped out from behind the pillar. Andy rolled his shoulders, dragging the pipe across the ground with a harsh screech. "Oh? Going somewhere? In a hurry to die?"

one player bellows at us, and I jump. Berry seems alarmed as he reaches and grabs my bicep and gently tugs me to the side. A large linebacker comes up right behind me barreling through my left shoulder toppling me into Berry in a not so graceful tumble to the ground we roll and I land on my back, Berry straddling me using his forearms to stop him from slamming into my face.

He motioned to the belt, knotting the leather around his knuckles so that the buckle was above the massive knot of leather. Abruptly, I hoisted myself up from the floor as I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen. I remained crouched on the floor, trying to will the sudden pain away. But that only gave Ryan enough advantage to grab me and slam me face-first against the x cross. Everything happened so fast. One minute, I was on the floor, cradling my abdomen, and the next, I was buckled to an x cross. The ache in my abdomen didn't cease. I whimpered in agony as I clenched my teeth as stared at Ryan, who thankfully, was still properly clothed. Though, he still had the belt firmly encased in his hold.

Andres comes up from behind, seizing me at the shoulder, swinging a foot around my ankles, trying to bring me down. ... As I topple, I get a hold, pulling him with me. He staggers, windmilling... "Whoaaahhh..." ... but as he reaches for his balance, his heel slides in the gutter, scraping green over the lead liner as he comes down and we fall together, crashing onto the concrete. Our bodies entangled, I have no way to break my fall, and as we land, my ribs cave, huffing the air out of me... ... but there's no opportunity for the luxury of snatching back my breath...

His face twisted in disgust, and he wiped his sleeve as if I’d smeared disease on him. He pushed me. I fell. In the most undignified moment of my adult life, I let out a yelp that echoed down the corridor. Trey spotted me instantly. “Sienna?” he called. Of course. Crap. I curled forward, clutching my stomach. “Ahh—my belly—my appendix! Or kidney! Something is… paining me…” The man I’d collided with barely glanced back, striding away with stiff shoulders and coldness. Rude.

"I would Fulton but it seems the Football team and Cheer squad ganged up on me and thought it be funny to oil me up." At her comment the guys belted out laughter so high you could hear it down the hallway. "No worries JZ I am coming to the rescueeeeeeee." Belle did not give her enough warning, before Jasmine ended face first on the vegetable coated floor. "EEEWWW, who did this?" All of the guys were on the floor turning purple from laughter. Jasmine looked at Jezzebelle with a look that said it all. "Yep it be them." That was all Belle said before Jasmine propelled it into high gear and plowed thru the mess to get to the cackling mess of men. "You idiots are so dead!"

She could hear him close on her tail, but she didn’t look back. Seconds later, a pair of powerful arms locked around her and tackled her to the ground. At the last second he spun, taking the brunt of the fall before then rolling her onto her stomach. “Caught. Trapped. And soon to be fucked.” Belle struggled, squirming beneath him. “I don’t think so.” Layke grunted as she slammed her elbow into his ribs and although she manged to wriggle from beneath him, he grabbed her feet and dragged her back to him. “Tricky little bitch.” He grinned. “My tricky little bitch.”

Sandra did as he ordered, then shut the bathroom door behind her. This was probably the most embarrassing moment of her life. Her husband of two weeks wanted her to masturbate for his pleasure. What would Cathy say if she knew? Sandra pulled the string from within her and frowned as she glanced down, letting it fall in the toilet. There was barely any blood on it. That was not the norm for her. She was typically a heavy bleeder. Perhaps it really was the change in altitude or the stress they had been under. Either way, she hoped the flood gates didn’t open when they were making love or swimming in the pool.

Tanya was saying. "What about you?" Bella asked. "Are you hurt?" "I'm fine," Tanya answered. "It's just…my foot is trapped." Groaning, Bella pushed herself up on her hands and knees and felt her way along until she found Tanya's leg. She realized that the table over them had created a tiny cave when the building fell. They didn't have much space, but it was adequate for the two trapped women. She noticed that breathing was a little difficult. But maybe that's just my imagination, my claustrophobia kicking in, she thought.

I muttered and walked away from him cause people were starting to pay attention to us. Some girls glared at me as I passed by them, one said loudly "what a cheap slut, now she's rubbing herself all over that poor new student"" why don't you go back to the slumps where you're meant to be" another said, people started laughing. I bent my head and continued walking but fell over when an idiot tripped me over. One of the guys from the football team Greg Colton grabbed my bag and emptied the contents in it on the floor, then his teammates started kicking my books and stationeries around. Soon a crowd formed and they started taking pictures of me.