Theft of something as intimate and irreplaceable as a person's swimwear calls for some serious punishment! Misty Meaner, Akira Shell's sorority step-sister, wears Akira's favorite pink showy bathing suit, which infuriates Akira to the point where she decides the best way to teach Misty a lesson is with a series of violentbelly punches directed at the very area between the two things Misty stole from her. Misty's tight toned abs are soon to be bruised and battered, bludgeoned by the powerful infamous Akira Shell. I'll return your bikini if you'll just let me go and untie me from these chains! Misty pleads to Akira, tugging against her restraints and realizing she has no way to escape. Bam! Misty was taken aback by a direct, swift fist to the stomach, and she gasps for air desperately after swiftly having the wind knocked almost all the way out of her. How else was she supposed to feel after someone pounded on her flat stomach? Akira's fist instantly becomes red and puffy from the tremendous sharp punches, but she feels a sense of satisfaction from landing quick and powerful fists on the one sly bitch who stole her cherished pair of bikinis. After throwing some hard punches, Akira's 7 years of teakwando training muscle memory starts to come back to her, and she starts pivoting and throwing even harder hits. As she gets increasingly excited, Akira hears Misty's groans of pain accompanying the loud thud sound that Misty's ripped, chiseled abs with each increasingly harder hit. Being a glutton for pain, Misty's natural reaction to the severe and deeply seething radiating is to smile as she gasps for air- head buzzing with pain. Akira has made up her mind, though, and she swings a pink toy baseball bat at Misty's stomach. This is the last of your punishment, you cunning little scamp, so take it all. Thud! A swift slap from the bat to her crimson stomach caused her to scream in agony; her stomach had never hurt so much. Looking up in shock, Misty takes longer to recover from the baseball bat than any of the other punches. When it comes to fighting thieves like Misty, Akira is unstoppable. After several more rounds of hard beatings with the bat, Akira swings it down from Misty's painful, sore abdomen all the way to her wet pussy, as she is wearing the ones she specifically stole from her — a skimpy, thin pink bikini that barely covers her dampness. She definitely enjoys seeing the look of pain turn into one of pleasure on Misty's face as she rubs the entire length of the baseball bat up and down her wet pussy until she works her up into an orgasm, still cuffed to the wall. I'm sorry, Akira; I won't steal again, I promise — Misty gasps and begs as she is brought to climax with the bat before being hit one last time- the hardest hit of them all.