Stomach Punching Stories Novels & Stories

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.

My stomach turned. But I knew what I was doing. He slapped it against my cheek. I nearly gagged, It smelled like piss and rot. Then he shoved it into my mouth— And I bit. Hard, I moved it with my teeth to my molars. I ground my teeth together. Bastard He screamed like a wild animal. Swung at me but I ducked and yanked back. Blood smeared across my chin. I spit it out. Then I punched him Right in the nose,

Punch after punch landed on Moldur's soft belly. Although the translator was just an ordinary man, he was still a man and had some strength. These punches to the stomach definitely hurt.

And deep down, she knew, this was because of her. The men didn’t stop. The one holding Williams yanked his head back by the hair so the other could aim better. The second man drove his fist straight into Williams’ stomach. The impact made a sick, heavy sound—like meat being slapped hard. Williams doubled over as much as the grip allowed, air exploding out of him in a wet cough. Blood sprayed from his mouth in a fine mist. Then another punch, straight to the ribs.

“You’re nothing. Just a weak little mutt who got lucky.” Through the pain, I saw Valerie move. Her eyes locked on my stomach, and I saw the look in her eyes before she even moved. “No—” I started to say. But she was already swinging, her fist was aimed directly at my stomach, and at my baby. Time seemed to slow down. I saw her fist moving toward me, I saw the hatred in her eyes, I saw what was about to happen. The punch landed before I could move, knocking the air out of my lungs. I doubled over, clutching my stomach as a strangled cry escaped my throat.

My family is the most harmonious one around because we're a blended family. Both my parents treat their children and stepchildren "equally". When money goes missing at home, my mother, Jessica Evans, always slaps me without even thinking of suspecting my older sister, Susan Chase. After meals, my father, Damian Chase, allows my older brother, James Chase, to rest. However, he threatens to take away my meal privileges if I don't wash the dishes. Even after they get into arguments, I always end up the sole outlet for their frustrations. Unsurprisingly, my mental state deteriorates. When Mom discovers the scarring on my arms, she looks at me with disgust. "You're too young to be acting de

He said, sitting on me as a punch landed on my jaw, a groan escaping me as the pain spread through my head. He hit again. And again… The feeling of something wet running down my face. I couldn’t think, but I knew it was my blood. “You couldn’t mind your fucking business, motherfucker!” He yelled, punching more as I covered my face with my hands to shield it, but another punch landed in my stomach. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, you piece of shit!” He yelled again, standing up from me as a kick landed on the side of my stomach, making me scream out in pain.

The door swung open. Mom stood in the doorway. Light from the living room poured in and fell across the pool of blood on the floor. I lay in the corner, with my skin having turned a purplish red and my stomach swollen. A foul stench hung in the air. Bella was slumped against my shoulder. Her school uniform was soaked through with blood. The fruit knife lay by her side. The cake box slipped from Mom’s hand and hit the floor. The box split open and strawberries rolled toward the doorframe.

I knew I was asking for death but I didn't care. The first punch to my stomach knocked the breath out of my lung but I welcomed the sting and the pain with a smile. Another punch made me feel like throwing up my guts, then it was followed by another, then another until my eyes darkened around the edges and all I could see was the hazy red of blood.