Sonali was helpless as the ropes that bound her did not allow her to move as much as an inch. She struggled to get free but in vain. The bonds that held her captive secured her firmly in place. Slowly she looked around and tried to get a measure of her surroundings. She was lying on her back on a concrete slab with her hands spread apart tied above her head on either side. She was dressed in a white two piece skimpy skin bikini. The entire surrounding was dark. Visibility was limited to 2-3 feet. She tried to move her legs and discovered that they too were spread apart and were bound firmly at the ankles. She was painfully stretched to her limits. Escape of any kind was impossible, which she realised with dismay. Still, she struggled valiantly with her bonds for a few more futile seconds until she gave up. Suddenly a voice broke out from nowhere in the surroundings.
“It’s no use my dear, there is no escape.”, the voice said. The voice was a female one unmistakably.
“Who are you? What have you done with me? Where am I?” Sonali croaked in a voice filled to the brim with fear.
“It is I who will be asking the questions Sonali my dear. Lie still and keep quiet if you don’t want to suffer unduly.” The same female voice replied from the darkness.
Sonali’s mind was paralysed with fear and she did’nt realise what she was blabbering. “Look, whoever you are, I have a lot of money. If that’s what you want I can make you rich, but please leave me....uuuuuuuuuffffffffffffff”. Sonali broke off mid-sentence when a large black metal ball of about 12 inches in diameter dropped with tremendous force on her stomach, spot on at the navel. The air rushed out of Sonali’s body in a huge painful gasp. Coughing violently, she tried to regain her breath, but before she could recover fully, the metal ball disappeared as if lifted up by a heavy force and after a few seconds again came crashing down on her. This time the ball struck her on her upper stomach, near the solar plexus, also hurting her breasts in the impact. “Aaaauughhhhhhh ....” Sonali exclaimed in complete pain as her entire upper body was racked with pain, as she struggled to catch her breath. “P pp...please, d-d-don’t do t-t-this” she managed to splutter out, but her pleas found no answer and sympathy in the surrounding darkness as the metal ball went up again and came down with full force for the third time. This time it landed on her lower belly, exactly at the centre between her navel and her groin. “Ooooouuuuuuuuuuuu ....” a low wail escaped Sonali as the sickening pain spread like wildfire across her whole body in electrifying quickness. Desperately, she tried to turn around and instinctively, her hands tried to reach out to cover her injured spot, but her bonds were well tied and she could hardly manage to move an inch. The metal ball went up again, and this time, came down with crushing force aimed at the centre of her vulnerable groin. As the ball impacted on her delicate private organs, suddenly the black atmosphere around her vanished and she found herself back in her room, lying on her bed. She got up with a start and realised that she had been dreaming. She was wearing nothing but her white bra and panties. She touched her forehead and realised that she had been sweating. She moved her hands and feet and felt some relief when she was able to do so without any hindrance. She then reached out to touch her groin, just to make sure. She realised with surprise that it was wet.
She had been actually sexually stimulated by the whole thing. She always had a fetish for belly and cxnt torture, and she often fantasised her belly and crotch being tortured in her sleep. But this dream was different. In her other dreams, she was actually very much in control, being able to switch them off at will.
But in this dream, there was no control and the only way she could have ended this dream was to end her sleep, like she had done right now. Not knowing what to do, she lied down and tried to sleep again, but could not do so. So, she got up and walked over to the adjoining room, where her room partner Sandra was happily snoring away on her bed. Sonali felt a pang of envy seeing the way Sandra slept blissfully, unaware of it all. She again walked back to her bed and slept off, this time having a blissful sleep uninterrupted by any further nightmares.
Sonali was one of the many Indian students who had come to the U.S. to study medicine. Apart from having a beautiful body and stunning looks with jet black hair, she was also gifted with brains and always made top grade among her class and was a favourite among all the medical teachers, a fact envied and resented by many females in her group. But none who knew the beautiful and somewhat shy girl, could ever suspect that deep inside she had a belly and cxnt torture fetish. Once, in her early teens, she had been accidentally hit in her groin region by a hard cricket ball, with full force. Till then, she had always thought (like millions on sadly misinformed girls) that only boys were vulnerable between their legs, but that accident changed everything. After the impact she was only conscious of a very sickening and electric pain that seemed to radiate from her lower abdomen to all parts of her body, and of all the neighbouring boys who had crowded around her as she slumped to the ground in agony, half with expressions of curiosity and half with lust. Though she couldn’t walk properly for a week afterwards, secretly she was turned on by the pain and the utter vulnerability and helplessness of her body. As time passed, the pain wore off but the fetish bloomed and blossomed to such an extent that she had wet dreams and fantasised about being hit and tortured in her crotch and belly. However, being brought up in a conservative atmosphere, she couldn’t voice her fantasies openly for fear of being branded as a freak and abnormal. So, she had to be content with just fantasising.
Until one day, after she had reached the U.S., she accidentally stumbled upon a site which specialised in women being hit below the belt. Her hidden fantasises, which were suppressed till date suddenly found an outlet. In the forums of the site, she made contact with Sandra, another woman who shared her same fantasies. The two hit it off well and before long became room partners. Sandra was a big Afro-American woman who studied Arts in the same University as Sonali. Though both were into cxnt busting, there was a fundamental difference between their fantasies. While Sonali always fantasised about her pussy being tortured, Sandra got wet about dishing out the treatment. The two complemented each other perfectly. Sandra always started her day by dishing out some cxnt torture to the ever obliging Sonali and was always looking out for ways and means to dish out pain between Sonali’s legs. Sonali, on her part always obliged. The result was that the two were inseparable and took immense pleasure in each other’s company.
This morning was going to be no different. Sonali, blissfully in the pangs of an early morning snooze, felt her dream sleep rudely interrupted by a sharp poking in her navel. She opened her eyes slightly and could make out the blurry form of Sandra towering above her.
“Wake up lazybones. Time to start a beautiful day and the same old routine” Sandra’s voice boomed across the room. The “same old routine” referred to the daily early morning cxnt torture which Sonali had to endure, without which neither would deem their day complete.
“Oh come on... just a few more minutes beauty sleep please” Sonali said groggily and she stumbled back in Z-land again.
“Get up lazybones. I’m asking you politely for the last time. Get up or I’ll be forced to wake you up.” Sandra replied.
“Go to hell!” Sonali mumbled in her sleep.
“Well, if that’s the way it is, then I gotta do it the hard way.” Sandra said a bit menacingly but with a playful touch.
Sonali didn’t bother to reply as she was back in dreamland, until she felt a sudden pang of pain sharply originate in her groin region. Suddenly, all dreams and sleep vanished in thin air as her eyes shot out wide open and she raised her head to see Sandra’s back fist buried straight into her pussy. And before she could react again, she saw Sandra’s fist roll back and with growing horror and helplessness watch it smash into her pussy again. The jarring impact and the sickening pain made Sonali want to scream in agony, but she could only manage an “Ohhh” followed by a low moaning sound. She cupped both her hands around her privates and rolled off the bed, her thoughts in a haze and mind blurred in pain as she dropped to the floor and curled into a foetal position. Sandra stood triumphantly and gave her an “I-told-you-so” expression.
“Well, that would be another version of the ‘Shattered Dreams’” Sandra said and chuckled out loud at her own joke.
“Oooouggh... very funny indeed.” Sonali replied, on her knees now, with both hands covering her crotch. “That’s a hell of a way to wake someone up.” she said, a trifle irritation showing in her voice.
“Very effective don’t you agree my dear? Anyway it’s way past your wake-up time! How come you were still in bed when I came in? You’re usually up much before me. Were you up all night doing some hanky-panky?” Sandra teased.
Sonali got up on her feet with one hand still holding her aching pussy and the other holding the bed for support. She looked pensively at Sandra with a worried expression on her face.
“Anything the matter girl? You seem to have something on your mind.” Sandra said, observing Sonali’s expression.
“Well, it’s like this.”, Sonali replied. “I had a funny dream last night. A nightmare more like. I dreamt that I was bound hand and foot lying flat on my back with my pussy and abdomen fully exposed. There was darkness all across me. I was trying to break free, but the bonds were totally strong. And there was a lady’s voice coming from the darkness, telling me to keep still.”
“Go on. I’m all ears.” Sandra said with growing interest.
“So there I was lying helpless and vulnerable. Then suddenly, without warning, this big metallic ball, the size of a bowling ball drops on my stomach, dead centre on my navel with crushing force. Sure enough, this blow is painful and I’m gasping for breath. Then this ball disappears up and drops again, this time on my solar plexus. I’m in pain and out of my breath again. Now, yet again this ball disappears and this time drops again, right between my navel and my groin region, where it hurts the most.” Sonali said.
“Wow, you gonna get me all wet girl! What happened next?” Sandra asked, eyes sparkling in fantasy.
“Well, the ball disappears again and this time drops right on my sweet spot. Right on target. And that’s when the nightmare ended.” Sonali said.
“Well, just like the dream to end when it becomes most interesting. We must try this out on you sometime dearie.” Sandra quipped.
“Well, I wouldn’t prefer it right now or anytime in the near future. This kinda freaked me out.” Sonali shuddered.
“Really? You always have some kind of cxnt busting fantasy dream while you’re asleep? What’s so scary about this one?” Sandra asked, puzzled.
“Well... this dream was very different from my other fantasies. In my other dreams, I was always in full control, switching it off at will. But this one..... this was kinda freaky cos I was not in control. The only way to have ended this nightmare was to end my sleep, which was what I was forced to do.” Sonali replied.
“Wow, that might have got you freaked out, but has sure got me turned on. C’mon girl! Lets start with the usual routine. Take your position” Sandra replied, gesturing to Sonali to come into the wide open space in the living room.
“Maybe it was a kind of premonition.” Sonali said while walking into the living room.
“Hell yeah it was. It was a premonition all right” Sandra chuckled. “It indicates that I’m gonna kick your pussy so hard today that you’re gonna vomit all over the floor.”
“Ooohhh I love it when you talk that way” Sonali replied, her eyes twinkling with an aroused sexual desire.
All thoughts of dreams and nightmares were forgotten as Sonali stood in the centre of the room, spread her legs apart at a forty-five degree angle, folded her hands and raised them placed them on the back of her head.
Sandra stood in front of her and eyed her with a mischievous stare.
“Here I come girl! Get ready for pain!” said Sandra and after saying so, stepped forward and rammed her right knee with full force into Sonali’s groin.
A loud ‘thud’ sound filled the room as Sonali’s eyes bulged out and she bent over in pain, a soft moan of agony escaping her lips. Her hands were now touching the floor, so as to give her support from falling over.
“That too hot for you to handle girl? I’m just getting started.” Sandra taunted.
Sonali looked up her, smiled and said, “This one barely scratched. Put all you have into it.”
Saying so, she got back to her initial position and Sandra kneed her again in the crotch. This time Sonali’s knees buckled a bit as she bent over and again touched the floor to keep her from falling. Sandra waited till Sonali was back in her initial upright position and then without warning rammed her knee into Sonali’s vulnerable groin again. A long moan of agony mixed with sexual excitement escaped Sonali’s lips as this time her knees buckled fully this time as she went down on her knees on the floor.
“C’mon girl! You out in just the third shot?? You’re getting low on stamina babe. You want I should be gentle on you?” Sandra taunted.
Sonali looked up from her foetal position and smiled again, despite her pain and said, “You’re gonna have to put in more effort than that to put me down.”
She got back to her feet again and Sandra continued kneeing her crotch with relentless mercy, each time taunting Sonali as she went down and each time Sonali responded back with a smile. After fifteen such painful blows, Sandra suddenly stopped the routine and said “Ok Babe. It’s time for the rapidfire round.”
Sonali’s eyes tingled with excitement as Sandra dragged her to the nearest wall, pushed her back against it and pinned up Sonali’s wrists above her head on the wall, ensuring no escape.
“You ready girl?” she asked Sonali.
“Ready as always.” Sonali replied with a smile, despite the pain.
Sandra then started kneeing her continuously in the groin. First the right knee then the left and then the right one back again, the intensity increasing with each blow. After thirty such knees, Sandra stopped to take a breather. Sonali crumpled down on the floor to the foetal position, her hands firmly clamped on her privates.
“That was friggin awesome girl” said a heavily breathing Sandra after her exertion. Sonali’s reply was an agonised low moaning sound of “oooouuuuuu”. Sandra then suddenly, without warning grabbed hold of Sonali’s legs and clamped her right foot on the base of Sonali’s crotch, imitating the famous gas pedal move, and yanked on Sonali’s legs with all her might. An agonised yelp escaped Sonali’s lips as suddenly she felt excruciating pain between her legs. Sandra yanked at her legs again eliciting the same response from Sonali.
“Yeehaa!! This feels real good girl. Don’t you think so?” shouted Sandra and yanked Sonali’s legs again, applying full pressure on Sonali’s crotch. Sonali, too paralysed in pain to reply, moaned out again. This routine continued for a few agonising minutes for Sonali, after which Sandra, more out of tiredness than pity for her friend, took a breather.
“Game for some more?” she asked a prone Sonali. Sonali replied in the negative, between gasps of pain, indicating that this was more than enough for the morning.
“A pity, girl. I was just starting to have so much of fun. Here, let me help you up” said Sandra and pulled up Sonali on her feet. “Hope I didn’t cause much damage ‘down there’?” she added mischievously.
“Hell no!!This was among the best I had. You could be a sadist sometimes though”, Sonali replied cheerfully, despite the pain.
“I always try to impress.” Sandra retorted. Suddenly she pointed behind Sonali on the wall to the clock. “Hey Girlie, is that the correct time I see?” she asked. Sonali turned her head around, and too late realised the trap as Sandra’s knee caught her in the groin once more. “Ouuf” a moan escaped Sonali as she slumped down to her knees again, clutching her privates. This time the pain was more intense as she was not prepared for the blow and pain racked her entire lower body.
“You could have just asked me politely.” Sonali said, glowering at her room partner while still on her knees.
“That would have taken the fun out of the thing deary. I love to catch you unawares.” Sandra chuckled.
Even after dishing out the usual early morning punishment, Sandra always took pleasure in busting Sonali while her guard was down. Both of them looked at each other for some time and said nothing. Suddenly, they laughed and Sandra again helped Sonali on her feet, this time without any tricks. Sonali looked at the clock and said, “Gosh, it’s late in the morning. Lets get dressed and get out of here, else we’ll get late for class.”
Both then proceeded to have a shower and get ready for their respective classes. Sonali chose to wear a tight fitting low fit blue jeans and a black halter top, exposing her navel in a sensous way.
She saw Sandra tugging at the wooden drawer in the living room. Sandra was putting all her effort to pull out the drawer but in vain as the thing wouldn’t budge, much to Sandra’s chagrin who was muttering something angrily about having to destroy the drawer. She turned around and whistled softly seeing Sonali’s attire.
“Wow, you gonna give a lot of boys a big rush of blood today!” she exclaimed.
“Oh knock it off!” Sonali blushed. “Here, let me help you with that.” She said and walked behind Sandra to help her. At that very moment Sandra, who was pulling the drawer, put all her weight on it, with the result that the drawer flew off the cupboard with some force causing Sandra to fall backwards and her elbow to crash with high momentum in the approaching Sonali’s crotch.
The exclamation of agony which escaped from Sonali’s lips was only overshadowed by the sound of the stuff falling from the wooden drawer. Sonali bent over in pain, clutching her privates and sat on a wooden chair nearby.
Sandra recovered from her fall quickly and rushed to Sonali’s aid. “You all right girlie?” she asked with genuine concern. Sandra cared deeply for Sonali and always ensured that she did not cross the limit. “I’m real sorry. This was an accident.” She said, her eyes reflecting her anxiety.
Sonali, all bent up and hunched up on the chair, still clutching her crotch looked up and managed a thin smile. “Guess I really had it coming.” she said weakly. Sandra helped her up on her feet and aided her till Sonali assured she could walk upright without support and then bade goodbye. Each went different directions to their respective colleges.
