Moonlight Fantasy

I saw the flash of horror on her face. Somehow, she realized what was happening despite me giving no visible hints. I noticed her hand reach behind her, presumably for pepper spray or something, but the female body was too slow. I quickly punched her in the stomach, in the soft flesh just above her belly button. Barely a quarter of my strength but enough to severely hurt the average man. She gasped and swatted my fist away and attempted to run to the side, but the pain dulled her coordination and she tripped on a piece of broken concrete. But I caught her as she fell, with the curve of her back resting on my left hand. With my right, I punched her precisely in the same spot, this time grinding her insides with all my vigor, my muscles crushing her vitals from both directions. She gave a long, loud moan as her face twisted in agony. I let her go and she crumpled on the floor, immediately rolling into a fetal position to protect her wounded stomach, her back towards me. I pulled her up by the arms, in a full nelson, and dragged her over to the wall, turning her around and pushing her back flush with the wall. Utilizing my left hand, I violently pressed her throat against the wall as I wound up with my right. I stepped in. A soft shockwave reverberated through the building as my fist cut deep into precisely the same spot as the other punches, the fist dissapearing underneath her tight dress. A moment of silence, interrupted by a hair pin hitting the ground. Her knees buckled as she completely collapsed but my fist held her tight in place, like a nail, as her body started to convulse. I savored the pulsating sensations conducting through my arm, the sharp eccentric gasps and moans that signal her sublime agony, the way the sweat glistened in the moonlight on her exposed quivering thighs and shoulders. I pressed my body against her and reached in for a kiss, smothering her desperate cries of pain and attempts to draw breath. The convulsions grew as I asphyxiated her, but I stayed as still as a rock statue, locking her in my destructive embrace. Then, after some time I felt her body gag from within. I released her just in time as a immensely colossal gush of fluid exploded out of her, drenching the ground. She fainted shortly after. I decided out of curiosity to peek under her dress, only to see the most beautiful stomach, the fist shaped region just above her belly button painted scarlet red. I tied her hands and legs together, picked her up, and walked towards the car.