The Mad House of Abs

Amy had actually punches the voice right out of Odessa, through her next few hits all of which found a home in the crater that was once Odessa's tight belly the Briton had less and less to give back in terms of words, it was clear that despite it all Odessa was reaching her limit. Every fighter had one and it was rare to see someone as dominate as Odessa teary eyed and rolling unable to do anything about it. Amy would raise her arm up and wipe the drool off of Odessa's face with her forearm since she was lacking in a towel to do the job herself before she let Odessa give the camera a wink and a kiss. Once she changed to the smaller punches Amy would move to Odessa's side one hand wrapped around her back the other would have her arm trail around her belly with a finger.

"So tell me Odessa, we didn't get to talk much about it but I know deep down you never expected this. How does it feel to have your belly so badly punished during our match?" Amy said in a loud voice clearly playing up the angle Odessa already started, Amy the powerful mistress in control making Odessa comply with her words like a beaten heroine. After she spoke Amy would throw a few more jabs, just powerful enough to hurt but nearly the haymakers she was hitting Odessa with earlier.

Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, and the more she enjoyed herself, the more she touched Odessa. The British fighter appreciated that, though unfortunately she was not in a state to get much enjoyment out of such modest touches. Her tummy was heaving with each ragged breath she drew in, and the pain of breathing made it more and more difficult to get the valuable oxygen she needed from each breath. Thankfully, Amy took a break, and that break allowed Odessa to catch up. Her strength began to return, her muscles began to tighten.

Amy was playing to the camera now, throwing jabs light enough that a quick jerk to the side or a momentary tightening of her abs—if the meager flexing she was capable of now could truly be considered "tight"—was enough to absorb the brunt of the blow and allow Odessa to avoid becoming winded. Odessa obligingly replied to the taunt with a smile. "It must feel just incrementally worse than it felt for you, darling...as I recall, your tummy was very nearly beaten in..." she mused, before pausing for air.

"You won fair and square, of course. But now I am aware of your tactics. Your fetish." She stared challengingly into Amy's eyes and smiled. "And the next time we face off, love, your abdomen will be utterly broken."

Amy could tell Odessa needed the break, less she just become a hanging pile of coughs and violent shakes, of course with her new freedom came Amy's ability to ask her questions, another part of the fun for Chelsea since some of the girls Amy brought home liked to be defiant, or submissive, or bargained with Amy as if anything could get them out of this fate. Odessa had defied the usual norms and played along with the game but now she was setting up something entirely, with the air in her it seemed her playfulness gave way to her usual self and as Amy was teasing her Odessa tried to rile her up about her own body and would declare how it would be Amy who would be breathless next time.

"My bodies just fine, and my tactics aren't so simple that one match will have me figured out. My best friend hasn't even cracked my case yet." Amy said before she threw another punch, a much stronger one to get a reaction out of Odessa while she was still on display like this. "But It's not up to you. It's up to me, the winner to decide things and I say...Let's let my good friend decide." Amy said before she would sink in two more punches, one low and the other high before grabbing Odessa's face and making it look at the camera. "You want me back? Appeal to my friend Chelsea for one, give her a good look at your cute face and beaten tummy and promise her how much more she'll get if she approves a second meeting. Convince her and I'll fight you on any turf you want, anyway you want." Amy said before throwing another less powerful punch again to mess with Odessa.

"Oh, but with each punch you throw now, my dear, you give more away. So please, by all means, hit me with all your might, and I'll—AAAUUGH!" Odessa's body spasmed as that powerful punch drilled into her with enough force to break through the defenses she had managed to throw up, sinking deep into what was quickly becoming a defenseless midsection. It was more of the same as Amy hit her with two more punches, one low enough to almost be in her groin, the other high, hitting her in the solar plexus, which Odessa could not even begin to protect. Her eyes were wide, her mouth spraying spit in the large bursts of air which were forced out of her. Her head began to roll to the side, before Amy took another break and she was able to catch herself and retain her composure.

Amy asked her to appeal to her friend Chelsea. Odessa could not begin to picture Chelsea in her head, but she thought she knew something about her tastes. She would take a few deep breaths, ignoring the teasing blow Amy hit her with as much as she could. She closed her eyes, then spoke in a low, husky voice: "Chelsea, darling..."

She opened her eyes and stared smolderingly into the camera. "As enamored as Amy is with me, I can only imagine how you must be feeling. I gather you are a fan of mine, someone who has had her eye on me for a long time. You are important enough to Amy to influence her tastes..."

She shook her long white hair out, and batted her eyelashes, showing off her captivating green eyes. "You watched our match, darling, with some measure of impartiality. Surely you know your friend, and just how close I was to breaking her. I can imagine how much you are enjoying my pain, but let's be honest...you wouldn't mind seeing me knock her down a peg." She jerked her head toward the blonde. "She is a gorgeous woman. A powerful woman. She is getting her reward tonight, but those abs...they can be stretched out, on display for you, nice and raw and beaten black and blue. Just close your eyes and picture that. Then picture that happening again, and again, for you must surely know how I am with my rivals. I can't help coming back for more."

Odessa turned and batted her eyelashes at Amy now. "Hit me again, love. Harder."

While still in impressive condition given how much pain she had to be in, Amy could quickly shut it down with a few powerful punches, Odessa's belly had been hit so many times today that her abs simply had little room to recover and if Amy really wanted to she could do so much more damage. Instead she focused on making Odessa present herself before Chelsea, or at least the footage that Chelsea would see and ask for another match, Odessa of course did it in her own way and took to actually whipping her hair to clear her face and stare into the camera before making her case. Amy had to listen to Odessa try and rile her up so more with stuff like her not being impartial and Amy was almost tempted to cut her off with a punch, but stayed her hand to make the game fair. It was only when Odessa was done and actually batting eyelashes at her as if trying to seduce her into going back to work on her belly that Amy complied.

"Don't need to tell me twice!" Amy said gleefully as she would wind back and throw everything she had into a singular punch right to the center of Odessa's belly, anywhere would be bad enough but Amy wanted to avoid going to high or to low on this one. With how much she was putting in she wanted Chelsea to see, and Odessa to feel just how badly she could work on someone's belly.

Amy's body language told Odessa that she had done what she had intended to do with her speech. Her intentions, of course, were twofold: to convince this unseen Chelsea to approve a second match, and to get under Amy's skin.

Now that she had guaranteed herself a chance at getting at Amy again, she would brace herself for the furious storm that was the energized blonde. She sucked in a deep breath, filling her lungs as much as she could, letting the muscles of her abdomen unshrink and then tighten as she prepared to defend herself with everything she had. There would be no dodging or deflecting this punch.

When it hit her, just above her navel but below her solar plexus, it felt as though it turned Odessa inside-out. Her eyes opened wide, then rolled backward. "OOOOOUUEEERGH!" Her mouth fell open and another great gust of air and saliva exited her body. Her head rolled back, her white hair flying. Muscles convulsed, tightened around the incoming fist...and then collapsed. The punch dug into her stomach, practically emerging out her back.

There was no teasing Amy after this one. It was all Odessa could do not to pass out.

Amy hit right where she wanted to, and even better she got the reaction she wanted. She punched so hard she nearly reached Odessa's spine and it was clear that any resistance in her belly was gone. Odessa's body told the whole story, no teasing or even eye lashing, she asked for a hit and got it and it was clearly something she wasn't recovering from. Amy actually thought she did pass out when she saw her eyes roll back but she could eventually see the signs telling her other wise and Amy would grab Odessa's head one more time to make her look at Amy.

"Just what the doctor ordered right?" Amy said as she would give Odessa's belly a pat. "Alright I think I tortured you enough for one day. Time to let you sleep off these beatings, who knows maybe you'll meet Chelsea tomorrow. She'd love to see you in person." Amy said with a wink before she pulled back and this time she would hit Odessa's belly hard over and over again giving only enough pause to pull her fist out of the way before striking again, looking to go until Odessa simply couldn't take another punch to the belly.

Odessa was in no position to talk. She was in no position to think. The beating had reached the point where it had turned off her higher brain functions, leaving her with just her animal instincts. As Amy grabbed onto her head and pulled it back, Odessa tried and failed to make her eyes focus on her blonde tormentor. She opened her mouth, but all she could let out was a guttural growl.

Amy's words entered Odessa's brain and swam around in there. They would be processed later, while Odessa slept. The blonde hit her again, and again, and again, and Odessa kept on trying to breathe in between. It was a useless endeavor. Five hits in, her vision was overwhelmed by pain, blearing as her eyes watered, then blacking out. She lost sensation in her extremities with the next punch, and then, on the seventh punch, even her abs went numb. Her tongue hung out, her eyes rolled back in her head, and, with the eighth hit, she passed out, body collapsing limply back against the punching bag, swinging from the force of that final barrage of blows...

Amy's brutal tactics were reaching Odessa's breaking point no matter how strong anyone was nothing could last against this forever and Odessa had already lost one belly battle, each hit was just a reminder of that with her belly being turned to mush and Odessa's demeanor being lost to her senses and any sense of teasing or composure died with her first punch, with the next few that hit Odessa didn't at all resemble the woman who had just confidently claimed she would get Amy next time but more an animal wounded and trapped, unable to lash out or flee from punishment and even that faded with time as Odessa started gag and sag in place before she went out. Amy took in the look of her when she heard her gasps all but fade after punch 8 and indeed looking at her now she just looked out cold, tongue hanging eyes rolled back and not on her feet, only staying up because of her arms. Amy would go and take the camera off it's place and bring it down so it could get a closer look.

"I told you what would happen Chelsea, I said if I ever got her in the ring I would pummel that body you loved until Odessa was out cold. Just like you wanted, and if she has any idea what she's in for she'll realize I'll just do it again if she tries anything...but maybe you want that, well it's your choice. You're welcome Chels." Amy said turning the camera off and taking out the recording, no way was she losing this. Chelsea would kill her if she did. She gave one last look to Odessa as she put the camera down. "I'll cut you down and let you sleep on the couch when I get done, for now just hang out." Amy said to the sleeping lady before she turned off the light and went back to the bathroom, a real shower was what she needed now.

8 minutes later there was a loud bang on the front door before someone was fidgeting with the lock, it eventually opened and in came Kyoko, with Fallon wrapped around her waist and their faces practically sucking each other. One day removed from her match with Milana who Kyoko let go shortly after they left the ring because she had no real plans with the POW stuff the two decided to have dinner where Kyoko on the way back revealed the new attire she had bought for Fallon...the two hadn't stopped kissing since Fallon took it all in. Kyoko stumbled in place but slowly walked towards the couch before she fell, taking her girlfriend with her and causing them to land on the couch still kissing but now neither one of them was carrying the weight of the other.

Fallon had always worn her heart on her sleeve. Years earlier, her intense passion had made her promiscuous, and she jumped on every cute girl who she could get her hands on. Nowadays, she was strictly monogamous, but no less passionate. She wanted to lavish her girlfriend Kyoko with affection every minute of every day. Kyoko was not wired the same way—she was reserved, almost quiet, and definitely not inclined to make a big public display of affection. Sometimes, Fallon crossed a line, and had received her fair share of slaps and shoves from her girlfriend when she did so.

But tonight, Kyoko didn't push her away. When Fallon jumped on her in the restaurant, Kyoko didn't slap her, didn't pull away. Fallon kissed her as wildly as she ever had before, smooching Kyoko from her forehead to her chin, then sticking her tongue into Kyoko's mouth with unabashed enthusiasm. When they had gotten into the car to head back to Kyoko's place, simple kisses turned into some groping, and some very appreciative kisses to Kyoko's beautiful, strong belly. By the time they reached Kyoko's apartment and burst in, Fallon was very close to overheating. Truly alone at last, she pushed Kyoko along to the couch and fell down beside her, lips sucking on lips, hands brushing and rubbing Kyoko's belly, then beginning to tug at her clothes. "Mmmn...mff..."

Fallon didn't notice the sound of the running water in the bathroom for more than a minute, and even when she did she strongly considered ignoring it and continuing on. But she knew her girlfriend well enough to know that she wouldn't want to be walked in on—and, truth be told, Fallon didn't, either. Reluctantly, she pulled her lips away from Kyoko's long enough to look into her girlfriend's eyes and ask a partial question: "Umm...who?"