Not An Angel - Lory to come in and belly punched PB

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Not An Angel - Lory to come in and belly punched PB

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The Giantess's Belabored Belly

A Writhing Target

Lying prone on the bed, his body tense and ready for the incoming blows, the bound man couldn't help but squirm in anticipation. The corners of the mattress were tied to his wrists and ankles, leaving him helpless and exposed like a human punching bag. His stomach was a succulent, rounded target, begging for the force of a giantess's fist.

With every passing moment, his heart raced faster as he imagined the towering figure of Lory strolling into the room. She was known for her relentless strength and sadistic delight in reducing her submissives to quivering masses of flesh. The air grew thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of sweat and submission.

Enter the Giantess

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and there she was. Taller than life itself, Lory's form filled the entranceway. Her eyes gleamed with unbridled lust as she took in the bound man's quivering form. Her fists clenched at her sides, knuckles whitening in anticipation of the impact they were about to deliver.

"Are you ready for me, little one?" she rumbled, her voice a deep, resonating bass that seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the room. The man could only nod weakly, his eyes fixed on her towering figure.

The First Blow

Without further hesitation, Lory stepped forward, her footfall echoing through the chamber like thunder. She raised her fist high above her head, the muscles in her arm standing out like ropes as she drew back for the first blow. The man's stomach knotted in both fear and excitement, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

And then, she struck. The force of her punch sent shockwaves through the man's body, making the entire bed shudder under his weight. A grunt escaped his lips as pain exploded across his abdomen, followed by the dull thud of fist meeting flesh once more. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he refused to give in to the pain. He was here for this, for Lory's unyielding strength.

A Painful Symphony

Round after round, Lory's fists pummeled the bound man's belly. Each blow was harder than the last, each strike sending sharp spasms of pain coursing through his body. But still, he bore it, his mind lost in the haze of pleasure and pain that enveloped him.

The room filled with the rhythmic thuds of flesh colliding with flesh, echoing off the walls and mixing with the man's labored breathing. It was a symphony of domination and submission, each note as powerful as the last.

The Aftermath

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lory stepped back, her chest heaving with exertion. Sweat trickled down her toned body, glistening in the dim light of the room. The man lay sprawled on the bed, his stomach a bruised and battered mess. But there was no regret in his eyes, only a sense of awe at the raw power he had just experienced.

"Thank you, Lory," he murmured, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper. She nodded curtly, her eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.

"You're welcome," she rumbled, a predatory smile playing at the corners of her lips. "But remember, this is just the beginning."

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