Stomach Punching Stories Novels & Stories

I pleaded, my hand making a covering over my stomach, a useless shield. "Don't you 'please' me," he spat, advancing again. "You will do as you're told. You will get back in line." He grabbed me again, and I twisted away, a surge of adrenaline giving me immediate speed. It was the wrong move. His face transformed into something truly monstrous. He didn't just slap me this time. He squeezed his fist into a rounded shape, and with a brutal, professional punch, he drove it into my side. The air left my lungs in a rush. I crumpled to the cold, hard floor, curling up in pain, which was lower and deeper. A hot, sickening cramp made its way into my abdomen.

She attacked me again. Pain shot through my stomach as she punched me in my stomach. I felt something stinging. My fist flew in the air. I had trained. Max had taught us. My fist connected to her jaw. She reared back. I got on my feet and pushed myself away from the couch. My heart was drumming in my chest. My stomach was hurting where she had punched me. She bared her teeth at me, "I'll kill you, b****!" She bellowed.

The doors closed and I stood in the middle and they all approached me like I was a piece of meat and they were lions. I was terrified. I could barely stand and I felt like throwing up. Before I could hunch over, someone punched me in the stomach. Instead of vomiting. I hit the ground and spit out blood. My stomach and back hurt like hell. The crowd cheered. I slowly got up and looked at them. They had circled me. Once I had finally managed to stand, an uppercut to the head had me falling down. My head was pounding and I was screaming in pain. I cod see two's of everything. Then my vision went blurry.

"So cute-" I clenches my fist tigthly and smacked him before he even finished talking, I grabbed him, the one with blood on his hands by his collar and pushed him so hard to the wall that his head started bleeding. One of them punches me, "Who the hell do you think you are punk?! You just hit beast!" I spit out blood and I mocked, "My god, are you all talk? You punch like a girl." He threw another punch but this time I avoided his attack and countered by punching him in his stomach.

I threw it to the side and then punched him. "Don't give me those bullshit and fake stories." I punched him again and when I wanted to punch him again.. he caught my hand. He slapped me and kicked me. I got up quickly and kicked him back. I was going to punch him but he slapped me and kicked me again. I got up again and punched him and kicked him big time. I knee him again and smacked his head with mine. He got up and punched me hard.. I fell off to the ground and felt blood coming out from my mouth.

My fist swung at his face without a second thought when he brought up their names, calling him such revolting words. A familiar throb pulsed against my knuckles, reminding me of the time I slugged the pest who dared to try to hurt my Jane in a dark alleyway. I chuckled darkly as I strode over to his crumpled-up form on the ground. Even though I had only punched him once, less than a few seconds ago, the left side of his face was already starting to swell up. I kicked him in the stomach, rolling him over onto his back, and slammed the heel of my leather shoe onto his chest, feeling his ribs crack satisfyingly under my foot. Another mouthful of blood came sputtering out from the disgusting imb

He was not expecting that, and I stood up trying to run but one of then hold me, and began punching my stomach. They want to kill me before having their way on me, that was the most disgusting thing I have ever thought, that will not happen. They must see my other side before trying to do anything to me, I tried kicking him, but he knew that I will kick him on the crotch, then and evil thought came into my mind, I hitted my head on him, and he let go Of me, I was slightly happy when I hutted him, but I was unlucky as he hold my neck and hotter me so hardly that I fell down, he hold me on my neck and lifted me up from the ground, I was struggling to free my self, before hitting me on the wall

The side of my head hit straight into the wall, knocking me dizzy and sick. I couldn't move even if I tried. "You promised to do it today." One punch in my left cheek. "But you didn't!" One punch in my right cheek. "So now you suffer, because I had to!" His fist came straight at my face again, but I made the mistake of moving slightly to block it meaning he punched the wall instead. "You bitch!" This time his fist came into contact with my ribs, stomach, and chest. More than once too. The sharp pains, and the awful aching that followed each punch made me sick.

I rose again, throwing another punch, but he caught my fist. “This hand, right?” He smirked, his steel grip gradually crushing my knuckles. I roared again, about to use my other fist. Instead, he twisted my arm. I howled my lungs out, unable to feel anything other than scorching pain. He was quick to shut me up with a straight punch right under my crushed jaw. Blood burst out of my nostrils. A second was all I needed to recover. A luxury he didn’t let me afford as he ripped my stomach, kicked my leg, forcing me to my knees.

I continue to punch his face until he brings his knee up and hits my stomach I double over and grab my stomach, he then brings his elbow down on my back making me fall to the ground. He kicks me a few times before he stops groaning in pain. I look up and see a long cut along his chest and Val kicking out his legs making him fall to the floor. I get back on top of the mother fucker and punch him repeatedly, ignoring the pain in my abdomen. I see from the corner of my eye that Val is moving around but I don't pay attention to her because I can't stop punching. But I have to when I hear little feet coming down and then a scream.