All there is in this dark room is a stool with a spotlight on it. A woman who answered a call for a photo shoot came walking in and sat down. She is 5'9" tall, D Cup breasts, slim fit body, African descent, long and curly brunette going down to her shoulder blades with blonde streaks. She is ordered to take her shirt off to reveal her defined abs.
"Wow! Those look amazing!" The photographer, whose figure is hidden in the dark room, compliments her body's physique. "Please show me more of that abs of yours."
She complies blushing a little.
"Thanks, I work out a lot to keep my abs rock hard."
"I would say anyone would think twice if they could break those abdominal walls of yours."
The photographer continues while at the same time talking her up about how strong she looks.
"I bet you could take a hit and not feel a thing. I don't a tank could make a mark," he jokingly remarks.
The woman showing off her body to the photographer suddenly thinks out loud. "You know, I haven't quite tested how strong they are. Perhaps you could give it a shot."
"Me, against that, I don't know. They look pretty strong." In his mind the photographer is smiling to himself. 'C'mon sweetie try harder' he thinks, 'make it worth my fists'.
"I won't flex if it makes it easier for you."
'Gotcha, your pride will be your undoing, babe' his inner monologue continues.
"Alright, stand up and take off your belly ring. I wouldn't want to end up injuring my hand."
She nods in agreement and takes it off, stands up and puts the ring on the stool. While she takes off her high heels the figure of the photographer is revealed and our woman is about to see who is gonna punch her guts.
"So, how do you... want... me...?"
The photographer stands before her topless at 6' tall and a muscular physique with bulging arms which look like tanks, pectorals resembling two square metal plates, 6 pack abs and obliques best described as looking at a chiseled marble sculpture. She stares at him with her jaw wide open as if in awe.
"Up against the wall, Now!" His order snaps her back to reality and without hesitation has her in the right position.
"I... I... Don't know if-" She is stopped mid-sentence with his index finger against her lips.
"Sh! Oh, and don't forget the blindfold. I don't want you flexing that hard abs of yours. Remember you promised."
Now more resistant that before she tries to push him away, but he's like a brick wall not budging one millimeter. And without effort on his part puts a black headband over her eyes blinding her from seeing the punch and ties her hands behind her back with the shirt she took off earlier nice and tight. Despite her promise she flexes her stomach.
"Aw. No matter. You can't flex that lovely abs forever, and even if you did I could easily break through without breaking a sweat."
"Then why don't you?"
"You promised. And if you can't keep a promise what good are you?" The photographer steps back silently and wait, tilting the spotlight in her direction.
The tension builds and her fear grows as time goes by still flexing her stomach as long as possible. Soon she starts to sweat, her body glistening against the light and what feels like an eternity she finally lets up and relaxes her muscles. Our photographer stomps one foot against the floor smiling while doing it and the woman with no time for rest flexes again. He chuckles to himself knowing full well the longer she does it the weaker she gets both physically and mentally. She gasps and grunts and screams all the while sweating profusely soaking up her headband, bra and pants. She continues her flexing and short breaks only for him to make another loud movement in her direction heightening her anxiety and exhaustion. She thinks about running, but is too afraid. This bulking monster might be too quick and it's hard to see and move without knowing if she's gonna hit a wall, trip or get a lariat for her troubles. At long last she finally relaxes again and another loud sound is made, but this time she doesn't flex as she stands wobbling a bit panting from exhaustion and dehydration. Another stomp and another each one getting closer to her and still no flexing until he is a couple of feet away looking down at her defeated foe.
"Now, I think it's time for the grand finale."
He balls up his right fist, reels it back and with no holding back launches his fist aiming for her midsection. As he is about to hit her he stops an inch from her stomach and slowly presses his fist deep into her stomach. She cries out in pain and he laughs like a madman sinking his fist deeper.
"AHAHAHA! I barely touched it and you're already in pain. Who needs a swift punch when I can slowly press and claw it with one hand?" He releases his fist and begins belly clawing her stomach and really digging his fingers into her vulnerable gut and belly button. She wants to collapse, but is unable as his hands are the only thing holding her upright. "Oh, no you can't go down yet. I'm not done with you. I have to make you suffer for making me wait this long. I've been dying to torture this stomach for 20 minutes now."
'Twenty Minutes?! Oh, God it feels like hours have gone by. How long does he intend to punish me?' she thinks to herself.
"If you're wondering how long I'd say an eye for an eye, 20 for 20. It seems fair to me. And let's take this headband off; you won't need it anymore."
And so begins her belly torture for 20 arduous minutes including a variety of navel tortures with sticks, slaps, pressing, clawing, pinching and a final series to finish her reddened stomach for good.
"It's time to end this."
He steps back and before she can crash to the floor he goes in swift and hard with a flurry of punches and knees to her already beaten stomach. He stops and watches her collapse to the floor. The photographer with one ultimate act of dominance rolls her over on her back and puts his foot deep into her gut and poses over her all the while flexing his muscles. Afterwards he walks off into the darkness and comes out with two cameras; one for the pictures and the other for the video of which he captured all of the action.
"Yes! It's everything I ever dreamed it would be."
He walks over to her and kneels down with an ice pack placed on her stomach and a pillow placed under her head. She groans in agony, but is conscious enough to hear his voice.
"Honey, we did it! It probably needs a bit of editing, but everything recorded looks great."
She rolls her head in his direction and smiles. "Wonderful. I can't wait until next week when I get to do this to you, asshole."
"Yeah, you took it like a champ. And because a promise is a promise you get to use the baseball bat on my stomach for 40 minutes. It only seems fair.
"Yeah, fair is I'm gonna wreck your insides for this."
And so ends another tale of sadomasochistic love.