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wonder-vixen · 5 months

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I thought it was fri..

#bluebird #next global crisis #assert films #female superhero #superheroine #heroine #punished heroines #villainess #super villain #supervillain #supervillainess #female villains #brunette #blonde #web series #in peril #defeated #belly punch #double team

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bellytrauma · 9 months

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Kickboxer v Assassin

The room was still dark with the early morning haze, the curtains half-drawn allowing just a sliver of light to peep through. Keisha Nadel, the renowned kickboxer, was roused from her sleep by the faintest sound of a footfall. Years of training had honed not just her body but also her senses. The echo of danger was a familiar voice, and even before she was fully awake, her body tensed in alertness.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the glint of steel. A pale, slender figure stood poised, a sharp dagger gleaming wickedly in her hand. The woman was thin and delicate-looking in her black sports bra and short shorts, almost ephemeral in the dimness. Her icy blue eyes were the only vivid color in the gloom, filled with cold determination and deadly intent.

Without a moment's hesitation, the woman lunged, the blade slashing through the air. Keisha’s instincts took over. With a fluid motion, she rolled off the bed, evading the sharp tip by mere millimeters. The cold gust of the blade brushed her cheek, and a thin line of blood trickled down, but there was no time to register the pain.

Keisha pivoted, grounding herself. Her muscles, refined and powerful from years of kickboxing, coiled like a spring. The assassin, misjudging the depth of her target, overextended herself. Seizing the opportunity, Keisha drove her fists with tremendous force into the woman's soft, exposed abdomen.

The contact was solid and deep. Keisha could feel the resistance of surprisingly untrained muscles yielding beneath her knuckles. The assassin's eyes widened in shock, the pain evident as the wind was knocked out of her. Her petite frame couldn't absorb the blow, and her body bent backward like a reed in the wind.

With a thud, the woman crashed onto the floor, her dagger skittering away into the shadows. Keisha, adrenaline pumping through her veins, stood over her defeated adversary, taking a moment to catch her breath and fully absorb what had just transpired.

The room echoed with silence, the only sound being their labored breathing. The dance of death had ended almost as quickly as it began. Keisha, driven by adrenaline and the need to neutralize the threat, straddled the woman's chest, pinning her to the ground. The assassin's eyes widened in surprise and fear, realizing her vulnerable position. The dim light in the room highlighted the contrasting skin tones of the two women, with Keisha's athletic tan arms preparing to strike against the pale, vulnerable canvas of the assassin's stomach.

With a sharp exhale, Keisha unleashed the first punch. Her fist connected squarely with the center of the woman's abdomen, the impact resonating with the hollow thud of flesh meeting flesh. The assassin's stomach muscles, lean and untrained, offered little resistance. The skin seemed to ripple on impact, absorbing the energy from Keisha’s strike. The pale white of the woman’s skin reddened almost instantly at the point of contact.

Without pause, Keisha continued her assault, her fists moving in a rhythm, each punch more powerful than the last. Her knuckles plunged into the soft belly like stones into water, every indent leaving a fleeting impression before she struck again. The sharp, swift movements caused the assassin's slender frame to jerk with each blow, her body unable to counteract the force being unleashed upon it.

The air was thick with the sounds of Keisha's focused grunts and the muffled whimpers of the pinned woman. The weight of each punch forced the air from the woman's lungs in strained gasps, her body involuntarily arching to try and escape the unrelenting barrage.

The details were visceral: the way the assassin's sweat-slicked skin seemed to glisten with each strike, the trembling of her torso under the force, and the stark contrast between Keisha’s clenched, disciplined fists and the yielding, vulnerable flesh they assaulted.

As Keisha relentlessly delivered her blows, she suddenly observed a peculiar change in the assassin's demeanor. The eyes that had once been wide with fear and pain began to glint with a different emotion: pleasure. It was a subtle shift, but unmistakable. The tension in her muscles relaxed somewhat, a slick wet stain emerged between her legs and her lips parted slightly in what appeared to be uncontrolled masochistic bliss. The delicate woman lying beneath her, helpless to her whims and getting off on the abuse.

Keisha paused in her relentless assault and took a moment to absorb what she was witnessing. She had heard about the pleasures of domination but had never fully understood it. Now, witnessing this woman writhing with lust under her fists, she had a new appreciation for it.

#belly pain #belly destruction #belly punch

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bigcatbulges · 3 months

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Source - wuedti

(Artist's Bluesky FurAffinity and Plurk)

#gay furry #gay furry pecs #gay furry bulge #gay furry belly #gay furry bull #artists twitter above #I won't hit your sir but you can hit it from behindyour balls slapping against my ass might aound like punching

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kazhan-draws · 7 months

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Can you imagine having a huge crush on the local freak? Yeah neither can Billy. Hahaha. Ha. Ha.

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove/eddie munson #stranger things #sometimes you just need Billy to be the one with the big embarrassing crush you know #like can you imagine the TURMOIL?#Billy fighting off the urge to smile whenever Eddie does something silly in class #because he's COOL okay he can't laugh at the CRINGE stuff Munson does and says #but also fucking HAWKINS everything SUCKS here and why the FUCK is Munson laughing #punch him punch him punch him punch him punch him #the weird feeling in his belly? yeah that's rage #PURE RAGE #i doodle

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eddybelly · 9 months

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I play PUnite and my main is Goodra, so I brought back my Goodra sona, and made some tweak to their design so it feels more unique...

Also they start as a Goodra immediately in the match instead of a Goomy, they just get bigger and fatter every evolution levels instead... become biggest tank...

#my art #fatfur #fat fur #big fucking goodra #one of those draws that is essentially I Am Fat & Gay energy from me #Just imagine the deep glorp and slorsh noises when someone tries to punch that belly and it just.. absorb and wobbles the impact #Posted on Vore day unintentionally but certainly fits tbh

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drisk-female-wrestling · 3 months

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Francesca does not like blondes apparently......

#female wrestling #girl fight #cat fight #blonde vs brunette #corner abuse #bikini wrestling #wrestling #belly punching

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archduke-enver-gortash · 2 months

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some of my gort body references pt 2 for you... old man with a belly that would break your knuckles if you punched it etc etc

#y’know old man with the kind of belly that breaks your knuckles if you punch it #bg3 #enver gortash #gortash #baldur's gate 3

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wonder-vixen · 6 months

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#patriot girl #lady x #assert films #next global crisis #female superhero #superheroine #heroine #blonde #brunette #web series #punished heroines #in peril #belly punch

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bellytrauma · 9 months

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Training alone at home, Dr. Anise Onata was always prepared for the unexpected. Her heightened senses detected a ripple in the atmosphere, a change in pressure. She turned around in an instant, finding herself face-to-face with an unknown woman, a would-be assassin.

The redheaded intruder lunged at her with a knife, intent clear in her cold eyes. Anise, however, was quicker. She blocked the attempt, swiftly disarmed the assailant and, with a well-aimed punch, knocked her unconscious.

When the assassin came to, she found herself chained to a cold, stone wall. Her eyes widened in fear as she took in her surroundings, only to land on Anise, her would-be victim, now her captor.

There was a cold determination in Anise's eyes as she approached the chained woman. Her hands were balled into fists at her sides, knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip. The look in her eyes made it clear that the assassin's attempt on her life would not go unpunished.

And so, Anise began her vengeance. She targeted the woman's abdomen, the smooth expanse of her pale and slender belly. Her fists slammed against the soft flesh. The assassin grunted, her body recoiling with each hit, the chains rattling against the stone wall. But Anise continued, her anger and adrenaline fueling her strength, each punch more powerful than the last.

"Please! Mercy!" the woman begged. Anise just smiled and continued. "You're my toy, and I'll use you how I see fit".

The abdomen, previously firm and toned, now bore the brunt of Anise's vengeance, each punch landing with a sickening thud.

The first few punches met resistance. The assassin's abs, conditioned for combat, tightened defensively, a physical barrier against the onslaught. Each hit was met with a solid sound, the echo reverberating through the room, a testament to the strength housed within the woman's slender frame.

But as Anise continued, the sounds changed. The solid thuds became muffled, the sound of fist meeting flesh becoming softer, yet no less devastating. It was an audible sign that the firm abdominal muscles were wearing down, unable to maintain their tensed state under the continued punishment.

Visually, the transition was equally impactful. Each punch landed caused ripples to travel across the pale expanse of her belly, distorting the smooth skin. As the blows continued, Anise's fists started sinking deeper into the softening abdomen, the impression of her knuckles visible for a moment before the flesh bounced back.

The woman's groans grew louder as the pain increased, a grim symphony to Anise's actions. Each gasp for breath became more laborious as the relentless assault on her midsection continued, her body instinctively trying to protect its vital organs.

Anise was encouraged by the changes beneath her fists. The initial resistance gave way to a yielding softness and a soft squelch to compliment her heaving breaths.

The smooth, pale skin of the woman's abdomen gradually became deep red. The once firm and flat surface now seemed to cave under the onslaught of her fists.

The woman’s eyes fluttered, the light in them dimming as her body surrendered to the onslaught, the pain becoming too much for her consciousness to bear.

Finally, the woman’s head lolled back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness, her abused abdomen rising and falling with shallow, labored breaths. The sight of the battered midsection, the sounds of the final impacts still echoing in the room, and the feel of the worn-down muscles under her fists brought a dark satisfaction to Anise.

#Belly punch

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holotuff · 3 days

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