Stomach Punching Stories Novels & Stories

As he climbed out of the car, he felt an excruciating pain in his stomach but ignored it. Hughes stumbled to his feet as the assholes came around the car. One asshole looked at Hughes' stomach and began laughing. "Looks like half of our job is already done!" He said, pointing at Hughes and he looked down. Hughes' eyes widened when he saw a piece of metal sticking out of his stomach. That's what that pain was! Hughes growls as he grabs a hold of the metal and rips it out. Before the red-headed idiot could respond, a wheezing sound was heard as Hughes threw that piece of metal at his throat and pierced it, almost decapitating him with it.

Hearthe stumbled back, crashing onto the dirty linoleum floor. "Who the—" I didn't let him finish. I stepped inside and grabbed him by the collar of his stained shirt, hauling him up to my face. Before he could regain his balance, I drove a fist into his stomach. He wheezed, the air leaving his lungs in a violent rush. I didn't stop. I punched him again, a hard right hook to the jaw that sent him reeling back against the wall. He slid down, leaving a smear of blood on the paint.

She hit the ground hard, while trying to curl up to protect her stomach. They started kicking and punching her, the red-haired man picked up the pipe and hit her stomach repeatedly. She screamed as he did and threw up once on his shoe, causing him to slap her while she sobbed in pain. When she curled up, the other man grabbed her by the hair forcefully and tried to force her into straightening while the other one kept hitting her stomach with the pipe.

If anything happens to them we get punished…those pampered princesses. I came through another man's shadow, but he noticed me. I grabbed the tip of his gun, pushing it up and then punching him dead in the throat. I am not sure why, but the throat seems to be my favorite place to punch. Maybe it's the feel of hitting an Adam's apple hard enough to break beneath my fist. The man spit up blood and I punched him in the throat again. This time I crushed his windpipe. I watched him choke on his blood, slowly dying beneath me.

With the weight of the blow, she would have vomited if she had something to eat before coming out that morning because the man had punched her right in the stomach with so much force, his pointed brass knuckle tore right into her clothes and ripped it. She panted as her body braced for another hit. Her body clenched tightly in self-defense. When the next hit came straight for her stomach again, she let out a cry of pain. At this point it felt like they just wanted her to vomit her intestines because of the way they targeted it. She felt something wet trickle down her stomach and knew immediately her skin had broke. Her head dropped as she struggled to breathe properly and her vision became e

Her back hit the cold metal with a sickening thud. She gasped in pain but didn't back down. Her fingers clawed at my arm, and I felt a sharp kick to my stomach that sent the air rushing from my lungs. I gritted my teeth and held my ground, spinning her around and slamming her back against the counter. "Stop!" she screamed, but I wasn't done yet. I punched her in the stomach. Hard. She gasped, the air leaving her body as she crumpled against the counter.

That time, when Zhou Fu found that his grandfather did not react to his punch, Zhou Fu cursed repeatedly while clenching his fists furiously. “Next time, I will make grandpa scream in pain from my punch!” Zhou Fu tried to clench his own fists against his little belly, trying to see for himself whether the punch was really itchy on the skin. When his fist landed perfectly on his own stomach, Zhou Fu immediately let out a groan as he bent over holding his stomach with both hands. Anya's race doesn't itch at all.

Like that, she can’t hear the disgusting things he says to me, and she can’t hear him punching me. “Why don’t you listen, Tatum? It’s easy to stay silent. Look at you now, quiet,” he says as he shoves me against the kitchen island and I slam my ribs against it. A sharp pain makes me gasp as his hand tights around my upper arm and he punches me in the stomach, making me bend over.

“Believe me, it wasn’t what you think. I have a superb nutritional diet and I am a healthy, virile man.” I scoffed in my head. He actually stressed the word virile! “Last night, I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt like there was someone punching me thrice in the stomach. It was so painful. Like my insides were being crushed to death. I had to vomit in the lounge then. Good thing you weren’t there to see it.”

So I had no choice but to prepare my hand and I immediately felt its side and pinched it proudly. "Ugh!" That's what came out of Cayden's mouth and he immediately fell on his side and immediately stood up away from me and I immediately stood up. I felt the dirt on my back but I didn't care. I grinned. Yes, Cayden is very strong, but he can't take the pinch. Wait, who likes a pinch? haha But my smile disappeared when Cayden suddenly attacked again I couldn't block his punch and it hit my stomach! "Ugh!" I felt like I was hit by a huge car that hit my stomach. I feel like all my insides are mixed up and very painful!