Angel's soft belly by Rick

They called her Angel for good reason. Her silky smooth blonde hair flowed down to rest on her curvy shoulders like moon beams on a clear, crisp night. Seen in the proper light, Angel glowed softly - especially when she wore that slight smile, the right side of her lip slightly upturned like she possessed knowledge of the ages.
At 24, Angel was queen of the dancers over at Tiffany's, the hottest non-alcoholic club in the city. She was the most popular girl in the most popular place and both men and women would gladly wait to get their chance to feel and smell the softest, sweetest body this side of heaven.
There was a problem though. An 18-year-old brunette who went by the moniker Panther had just been hired to dance at Tiffany's and she didn't appreciate sharing customers with Angel. Panther didn't want Angel to show up for work that Saturday night, since she was aware of a large convention of lawyers who were in town and ready to spend money at the club.
Panther followed Angel home a couple of nights earlier in the week, and took notice of their surroundings. Angel lived two blocks from a pretty good sized park that had a clump of trees which blocked the view of a row of houses just beyond. Angel liked walking through that park to help relieve the stress of the night.
It was usually a peaceful place and Angel never had trouble walking alone amid the flowers and trees. It was always quiet and restful, and helped soothe Angel.
Panther was going to make sure things were going to get a little ugly for Angel. She worked out a plot to make sure Angel wouldn't be in any shape to work that weekend. The day before Panther managed to gather a plastic bag full of implements of wicked torture. She found a place to hide the bag out of sight, and chuckled evilly to herself as she imagined how the scheme would unfold.
Twilight is particularly nice during the summer, with the sun glistening through the leaves and the gentle wild caressing the face. Angel, dressed in tight black jeans and with only brown sweater over her white bra, was just making her way into the park when Panther seemingly appeared out of nowhere and stepped in along side her.
"Hey Angel, mind if I join you," she asked as they strode onto a dirt path and into the park.
Angel slowed down, and then stopped, looking a little puzzled at this young girl. "Wait a minute, you do look familiar, are you one of the new girls at the club?"
"Gee Angel, thanks a lot," barked Panther, "I don't make much of an impression do I?"
"Sorry, I just don't remember your name," Angel said as she noticed Panther wearing a black T-shirt with the words "Bad Girl," written in white across her chest. The shirt was tucked into low-cut blue jeans and she was wearing some black kick-ass stompers.
Angel turned to walk away, but Panther grabbed her by the right elbow and twisted her around rather roughly.
"Hey, watch --," Angel never got the rest of the sentence out as Panther slapped her hard across the face.
"Listen here bitch," Panther spat out. "You're going to remember me for a long time. You're always stealing my customers and with that convention in town, I don't want you around tonight."
"What the fuck honey," Angel started to say, her face turning a bright red as she rubbed her left cheek. She pulled away from the younger brunette and was about to return the slap when Panther grabbed her right wrist and started dragging her through an opening in the trees.
"We're not doing this out here you little whore," said Panther.
Angle could feel Panther's strength and couldn't break her grip. She was reluctantly led into the wooded area, and out of sight of passer-bys. Panther dragged her into a small clearing, and kicked away some leaves while maintaining her grip on Angel.
What's this shit?" Angel demanded to know.
As a response, Panther twisted her right arm behind her, forcing Angel to bend over. Panther took a moment to grab a pair of handcuffs and slapped one on Angel's right wrist.
Panther then harshly pulled the arm straight back and wrapped it swiftly around the trunk of a medium-sized tree. Then Panther grabbed Angel's left wrist and pulled that around the other side of the trunk and deftly clasped the handcuff, effectively pinning Angel back up against the tree.
"Fuck girl," Angel said.
Panther slapped Angel across the face.
"Fuckin' stop th-"
Whap, another hard slap.
A couple of tears dripped down Angel's face as she knew she had no way to defend herself from Panther's attack.
"Wh-wh-why?" stuttered Angel, which just earned her another hard slap.
After a full minute of silence, broken only by the soft sobs from Angel, Panther finally spoke.
"Another word and I will slap you silly you little cunt," said Panther, grabbing a fistful of Angel's hair and pulling her head so they could look eye to eye. "I'm just gonna make it so you can't work for a few days."
With that, Panther let loose of her hair, and then slammed her fist into the middle of Angel's belly as hard as she could.
Angel groaned loudly, feeling the air rush out of her. Then another slap.
Angel was seeing stars now and tried to shake her head clear. She just managed to hit her head on the tree. She couldn't do anything with her hands cuffed behind the tree like they were, so she just let her hand hang, thinking to herself "what the fuck is this crazy bitch up to?"
As if Panther heard the thought, she spoke to Angel, "I need some target practice, and I think your soft white belly is just perfect. And since I don't want to see your ugly face .."
Angel felt Panther grab the bottom of her sweater and pull it up over her head, so Angel was now blinded, her stomach and bra exposed.
"How nice," said Panther, as she began to vigorously rub the red spot where her first punch landed. "This skin ain't going to be so white any more."
With that Panther began jabbing at Angel's stomach, at first softly like she was just playing around. But then it got increasingly more intense until it felt like Angel couldn't take much more.
Any time Angel groaned loudly, she was rewarded with a sharp knuckle rap to the top of her head. There was no way she could protect herself.
The punches were coming hard and swift now, landing first in one area of her belly, and then another, until the whole area started turning black and blue from the attack. There was no relief and Panther landed blow after blow on the softening belly. Her fist seemed to be going deeper and deeper.
It finally stopped after awhile and Angel could not remember how much more pain she felt. She tried to catch her breathe when the pounding stopped, but it was hard as the tears were flowing freely and her wrists became sore from the constant pulling of the cuffs.
Ah but relief was short lived. Panther had grabbed a pair of scissors and was cutting away the sweater from Angel's body, leaving her with just the bra.
"So much white skin still to change colors," taunted Panther as she continued her punching assault on fresh areas just below Angel's bra, and along the sides of her stomach.
The fresh attack made Angel woozy and she could feel herself about to vomit. Panther must have felt it too, as she stepped away just in time to avoid getting hit by a messy stream of puke.
When it was over, Panther picked up the torn sweater and jabbed around Angel's mouth, and then threw the sweater into the small pile of puke and stomped on it.
Panther picked up the scissors and cut away Angel's bra, leaving her milky white breast exposed in direct contrast to the red, black, blue and purplish hues of her stomach.
"Guess these need some attention too," said a smiling Panther as she began to slap at Angel's tits, using both hands to attack both tits, slapping underneath, then on top and then from the sides, and then alternating among the attack so Angel could never brace for contact.
Angel's tits bounced every which way as they too changed colors.
Angel tried every which way to get out of the way of the slaps and punches, and finally managed to slip down to her ass, resting on the hard dirt with her feet pointed straight out. From this position, Angel tried to kick out at Panther, but the younger girl just laughed at her feeble attempts.
"No babe, not this time," was all Panther said as she pulled off Angel's shoes and socks and then came over to unbutton her jeans and unceremoniously ripped them and her panties down her legs and off.
Angel, her messy hair covering a tear-stained face, her hands cuffed behind her, around a tree, sat there naked, knowing she was just a few blocks from home and yet she couldn't go anywhere.
When she heard the clicks and saw the flashes of the camera, she looked up at Panther with a pitiful look in her eyes
"Just for my scrapbook," said Panther, who then gathered up Angel's clothing and shoved them into the bag she had hid the previous night. "Just call these souvenirs slut."
Panther stared at her handiwork. "You look so good all beat up like that," she taunted. "I will leave you with something."
Panther pulled out the key to the handcuffs. "Open wide and stick out your tongue."
A couple of slaps to the face brought Angel into compliance.
Panther placed the key on Angel's tongue; picked up the bag of clothes and other accessories and walked away, glancing over her shoulder once to check out Angel's condition.
Panther laughed all the way to the club, thinking about how much money she would make without Angel around.

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