Novel & Cerita Stomach Punching Stories

After gathering some strength in his left fist, Damien dealt a punch to the ghoul's stomach. Bukkk!~ ... The ground trembled as Damien landed that extremely hard blow into the ghoul's stomach. The ghoul flinched but his legs didn't move an inch from where he was. "Looks like your skin isn't just a display. It feels like I'm punching a fucking diamond." Bammmm!~ ... The ghoul released its grip on Damien's hand, clenched his fist and returned Damien's punch by punching him in the face. Even though Damien didn't budge a bit because the force of the blow wasn't enough to injure him at all, it made Damien feel happier.

Miserably. Cynthia watches with disgust, her lip curling. “I’d like to see you try.” I force myself up, staggering toward her, determined to grab her—even if it’s the last thing I do. But a punch lands square in my stomach. My breath stops. Cold surges through my chest, and I crumble, groaning as another blow follows. Then another. I try reaching her, try crawling forward. But each strike pulls a louder cry from me. My muscles scream. My ribs feel like they’re breaking apart.

********************************************** *PUNCH* Motherfucking! *PUNCH* Arrogant! *PUNCH* Self-absorbed! *PUNCH* Italian! *PUNCH* Prick! *PUNCH* Sweat ran down my face as my fist continued to make contact with the punching bag. It continued like this for another 30 minutes before I yelled out in frustration and roundhouse kicked the bag harder than necessary, causing it to break the chain connecting it to the ceiling and split in half on the gym floor. One freaking month. Thirty goddamned days!!! That’s how long it’s been since the little excursion with Ace in the basement. My fists clenched at the memory:

Soleil decided she wanted to slap me, I could feel the string coming from her hit, and soon her girls started laughing at my pain. Little do they know, I saw red, and that when Soleil had her back turn, I grab her hair. that she was leading back, that when I use the free hand and started punching her in the face. I kept punching until I saw a lot of blood, then from there I threw her on the ground and kick her in the stomach. I don’t know how long I was doing until I felt arms around my waist.

I faced the punching bag, clenched my fists, and swung. My punch landed with a soft thud, barely moving the bag. The warriors watching from the sidelines chuckled. "Put your weight into it," Emilia advised. I tried again. And again. Each punch landed with a disappointing lack of force. The warriors' laughter grew louder. Stanley, leaning against the wall, joked, "You're going to knock out a feather!" I glared at him, my face heating up in anger. Determined, I tried again. This time, I put everything into the punch. I stumbled forward, nearly falling into the bag.

I pleaded as he tightened the rope around my stomach, I sniffed in pain. "You little whore" he slapped me causing me to fall down hitting my stomach slightly on the floor "One minute you were begging me to come back and the next you were in the arms of another man" he shouted angrily. "Zach please" I pleaded in tears, he sat me up again and the next thing I knew his fist met with my stomach. "I gave you everything, besides the fact that you were ugly and unattractive I was willing to stay by you, rejecting the hot girls I should have been with" he said continuously punching me.

He wasn't given a little space to breathe let alone reply before he felt Darin's fist hit his stomach, he groaned aloud, gripping his stomach in pain as Darin's fist pulled away from his stomach. He could feel the blood rising to his mouth. No one had ever punched him that hard. Needless to say he wasn't expecting it. It could be another genetic trait the Atkins carried. "You hurt her or let anything happen to her and I promise you, that face you never let anyone hit. I would hit you so hard you'll be bleeding from all corners. How's that for expression?" Darin spoke while Tom coughed, unable to look up, still gripping his stomach with goosebumps trailing his arms.

John only felt that his stomach had probably been punched through, causing him to not recover from the pain for a long time. "Haven't you already divorced her?" "She has nothing to do with you... and find another man, is there a problem?" John coughed as he spoke while clutching his stomach. The f*cking punch was so fierce. He felt so much pain. His words undoubtedly admitted what he had done. Blake's eyes jumped, clenched his fists, and then threw a punch. As soon as John took a breath, he fell to the ground due to the punch. He didn't even have the strength to get up.

He wanted blood. "No, you can't," I told him. Liam grunted and looked back to Anthony. "How about just a little?" Liam muttered before he punched Anthony. Liam's fist drove hard into Anthony's stomach. Anthony bellowed over in pain, groaning and Liam took the opportunity. He punched Anthony in the jaw, sending him toppling to the ground again. Liam acted fast. He tackled Anthony to keep him on the ground. They both rolled in the dirt, throwing punch after punch. At this point, they were both yelling profanities at each other.

I looked at his dark hair and thought, ‘I might throw up on you soon. Zach was pressing hard. It did not hurt too much at first, but the more he rubbed, the more unbearable it felt. I gasped. “Zach, come on. It hurts so much. Am I your punching bag?” “Just hang in there for a few more minutes.” “I can’t last even a second.” I pushed him away. My leg hurt, but that was not the main problem. My stomach was churning so much that I felt like I was going to throw up.