Heidi's spring 'break', part 2  by kickfan

 

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This is adult fantasy intended for mature reader only.

Please do not read if you are offended by descriptions

of severe violence of an erotic theme. Your constructive

comments are welcome.

"Ummmm! Ummmm!" The voice screeches, muffled

within the cloth rag stuffed in her mouth. Her paralyzed

eyes flood with terror by the surreal imagery before

her. The woman's pale hands and bony fingers twitch

furiously in a futile struggle to free herself; bound

from behind with a plastic phone cord secured to an old

iron radiator adjacent to the wall. She is the reluctant

sole spectator to this unspeakable carnage for what

seems an eternity, but in fact has been only minutes.

From across the living room floor the little vixen's

glowing cerulean blue eyes fix on hers', making certain

the petrified woman is soaking it all in. With a slight

smile of pure contempt, the young girl returns her

attention to the pleasure at hand, the large twitching

form beneath her, moaning weakly.

'Oh god, why...why did he ever let her in? Why did he

doubt me?  I told him how hostile, how unpredictable she

was, but I never imagined this. Call the police, run for

help, anything except provoke her, she's evil, pure

evil. Why did I take so long getting packed, we could

have been gone, now what? I should have reported her the

moment she left the room, why didn't I? God, no, this

can't be happening.' Her mind spiraling, grasping at

rationalizations that no longer mattered. The echoing

chime of her doorbell resonated in her mind, tolling

like an ominous bell; ringing in these harrowing

circumstances.

      "I'll get it Peg, just finish with those

suitcases already! Shit, we should have left an hour

ago." His chastising tone bellowed to the bedroom as he

hastily waddled down the stairs, his overhanging belly

and flabby chest bouncing with each step. The portly

forty-three year old balding man felt somewhat

breathless from the hurried preparations for this trip,

and now this hustled jaunt from the second floor bedroom

didn't help matters. He opened the door abruptly,

planning to dismiss whatever this unexpected

interruption was and get on their way.

"We were just on our way out so ifff....". His words

trailed off; forgetting everything was about to say,

taken aback, his eyes entranced by the wondrous image

standing before him in the darkness. "Hello sir, I'm

Heidi. Is this Ms. Stewart's place?" Heidi's vocal

inflection sounds like the persuasive tone of a harmless

little girl. Her seductive azure eyes belie her voice,

sparkling in the dim light, locking on the man's own;

batting her eyelashes and cocking her head a touch; a

picture of erotic innocence, playing the game. 'Who in

the world is this little angel?' The portly middle-aged

man had numerous fantasies about young females, the

younger the better he thought, but this one, holy shit!

Lost in her fresh hypnotic beauty, he practically

forgets about his partner upstairs. "Uh, who? Oh Peg,

yeah, sorry, she's packing for a trip right now, but,

come in, please come in." Heidi grins broadly,

displaying her cute dimples as she saunters in from the

shadowy doorway.

If he is in awe of her beautiful face, what she reveals

of her body is practically mind-blowing. His secret

fetish for super fit young women was about to be tested.

Heidi has on a short white form fitting soft leather

jacket that only falls to mid-waist, indicating a thick

athletic back and some unusually broad shoulders. He

assumes she has those spongy pads there that fill out

the normally narrow area of women's shoulders, he is

wrong, Heidi needs no filler, it's all her.  The

jacket's short length exposes a few delicious inches of

Heidi's ultra toned sun-bathed flesh. He notices an

erotic deep groove, running vertically, a centerline of

her lower back, implying the dense muscles flanking her

spine. His lustful eyes trail down the concavity of the

small of her back as she slowly advances into the well-

lit room. His head feels giddy with lustful desire as

his gaze fixes upon the flawless protruding orbs that

make up Heidi's bottom. 'My god', he thinks. ' That ass

is perfect, I haven't seen one that round and tight

since.... shit, ever in person, just those fitness

contests on TV, but those girls are years older, damn

I'm getting wood just looking at her!'

The shiny black spandex leaves not an athletic curve to

be imagined; hugging her sleekly muscled hips and legs

like a thin coat of oil based paint. As Heidi stands

there scanning the large living room letting him stare,

he takes full advantage and shifts his focus underneath

her bottom to the intimidating rear view of her rock

hard, lethally trained legs. Heidi's black tights define

sinuous swells and separation of dense muscle undulating

from her upper thighs sweeping toward her knees. The

taut jutting hamstrings, a result of tireless kicks to

the heavy bag display their dangerous power. The tights

taper in sharply at the knees and then flare out quickly

reminiscent of carved black diamonds outlining her

calves. The spandex end just below the calve, exposing

her thick sinewy Achilles', allowing the remaining

softly bronzed silky skin to be revealed, right down to

Heidi's high arched lethal bare feet.

'Those legs, those extraordinary legs, got to be some

kind of little jock babe this one does, a swimmer

possibly, or a sprinter maybe, a cheerleader, I don't

know, damn she's hot!' The man's mind whirls with lurid

erotic images about what he would do to get his face

between the legs of this teen beauty as beads of sweat

form on his balding head; careful what you wish for. He

just has to find out. "Miss, uh, s-so you're from the

high school right, I'll bet you do some kind of a-

athletics there, on some team, m-maybe?" He trips on his

inquiry all but shivering with craving. Heidi still

faces away as he asks. She rolls her eyes, smirking; she

hears this lame-ass line all the time, now from this

pathetic sleaze. "Why yes mister, I just happen to be

the captain of my varsity gymnastics team, pretty good

since I'm only a junior this year." Heidi crossed one

leg behind the other and arches up on the balls of her

hard bare feet to give him a flexy tease, causing both

the jagged muscles of her calves and her bulbous bottom

to contract to a rock-like hardness. She pirouettes

around to face him with a glowing proud smile of perfect

white teeth. "

"Gymnastics is really awesome but it's really just my

second favorite sport, one I do for the school and to

get a scholarship. I'll show you my favorite activity

real soon, but how did you know about the sports thing,

do I look like I work out or something?" The teen's

query is coy with a little pout, to make believe there

was something amiss about her, knowing full well the

unnerving affect her hard little body was having on him.

He stands there, mouth open, salivating, eyes still

captivated by her lower limbs, forgetting the short

cryptic message she just sent him, struggling to think

of any words that won't make him come off sounding like

the lecherous pervert he feels like right now. Heidi

lights up with a twisted smile, "Oh, yeah, it's my legs

isn't it?"  Heidi strokes the fullness of her thighs as

she locks out her knees out deliberately, making her

quad shanks swell, displaying every muscular contour

within the slight black fabric. "I get sooo many

comments about them, happens all the time. So, what do

you think mister, my legs too muscular, too big for such

a petite girl?" She asks his opinion with a honey-like

timbre and 'Barbie doll' innocence, he feels his

swelling member instantly drain every drop of blood from

his reeling brain. 'Too big? Hell no, absolutely

perfectly contoured, compact, pulsating with gorgeous

strength. Heaven only knows how much he wants to

experience their bare silky hardness, stroke them, and

caress the teardrop muscles draping over her knees. This

would be the rarest, most priceless event he could dream

of.' "Uh, no my dear, not in the slightest, you are just

perfect, uh I mean fine, perfectly fine, yes, very well

developed, that's it um, where, what happened to your

shoes anyway?"

His awkward verbal ramblings tickle Heidi to no end.

It's so much fun toying with minds of adults, using her

impressive young figure to break them mentally, then

physically. 'This gross moron has got it bad, sooo bad

for me. He's probably older than my father and must

weigh two of me, at least, what an oinker. Wasting this

big fat fuck will be such a true pleasure, oooh, getting

tingly down there just thinking about it, down girl,

down.' The young vixen's mind proclaims these twisted

thoughts, sizing him up as she hears footsteps creaking

on the staircase. Heidi giggles amused by both this

sound and the pending doom of this desperate, sadly

shaped middle-aged couch potato ogling her firm young

body. Heidi grins, thinking to herself, 'It's about

fucking time that skinny old cow showed up, I'm totally

ready to slaughter this prick.'

      "Is someone here Frank? I thought I heard a

voi....oh no, how, it can't be! W-what are you doing here

M-Miss Jamison!?" Heidi just stands there, soaking in

the immediate panic radiating from the woman. The

counselor had endured some very bad dreams about

Heidi's 'office visit' over the past couple restless

nights.

"Yeah, Peg, this is Heidi, from your school, uh, she

came to.... hum, what did you come here for young lady?"

Heidi rocks her compact hip side to side, as she does

before every fight to loosen up, quivering her butt ever

so slightly, staring up at the pale Ms. Stewart, frozen

on the bottom stair. She produces a pair of small black

gloves from her coat pocket, thin like surgical

gloves. "Ohhh, I just stopped by to give Ms. Stewart a

little somethin', a 'going away present', you might say.

Didn't know she had a 'special someone' over. That's no

problem, I came prepared, plenty to go around." The teen

sneers these last few words while flashing a look over

her shoulder at him with a seductive lick of her lips, a

wink, and a little girl giggle as she slides her fingers

into the skintight leather, snapping the fabric against

her wrist.

"Frank, call the police, now Frank, damn you!" Ms.

Stewart frantically declares this. Her lips tremble with

foreboding premonitions and tortured recollections of

Heidi's unpredictable savagery. "What the hell for Peg,

this sweet young thing? Yeah, ok, she's a real bruiser,

geeeze Peg?" He's humored by her irrational demand. "You

crack me up Peg, this girl, some kind of threat, ooooh,

all 5 foot nothing of her and all a 100 pounds soaking

wet, shit, come on, what could she do?" His body jiggles

like gelatin as he roars out a good old belly laugh.

Heidi puts her gloved hand to her mouth and giggles

right along with him then sighs under her breath. "You

clueless fat ass, I'm 120, not 100 and it's all muscle,

not that blubbery stuffing you're drowning in." His

laughter ceases, unsure if he hears right the cutting

remarks coming out of the teen's mouth. He's still

completely ignorant to one significant fact, Heidi's

favorite activity, the one she's so good at, the one she

really enjoys, the one that she just earned a 3rd degree

black belt in, the one he will now learn all about.

"Frank, listen to me, this, this is that girl, I told

you about her yesterday, remember?" Her voice quivers,

she points a shaky finger at Heidi, pleading for him to

make the connection. Heidi pays him no attention; her

deep blue laser stare penetrates Ms. Stewart as she

rocks her head side to side, twisting at the shoulders,

getting loose and ready. "This girl right here, Heidi

Jamison is trouble Frank, big trouble. " Are you saying

that bitch who threatened you in your office, scared the

shit out of you, her, this is her?" He tries to connect

the terror she had been hysterical about and this sexy

little hard-body standing before him; Heidi helps him.

Staring coolly into Ms. Stewart's eyes, Heidi's face

hardens, her tone ice cold, she snaps, "That's right you

fat bald fuck, it's me, in the flesh. Now I see why

Msss. Stewart got so wet for me, just look at yourself,

yuck, who would want to fuck that!" Instantly, he turns

red with embarrassed anger, provoking action by her

insolence, he steps forward toward Heidi's back, she

smiles. "You mouthy little shit, I'm going to teach you

some manners. Little bitch, who do you think you are

coming in here and uhh-uh-uhh." No need to see him only

senses his close presence, his hot breath spewing down

upon the back of her neck. With cat-like reflexes, she

reaches up behind her with her right hand and clutches

the scruff of thin hair on the back of his head. Pulling

his head forward, her bicep becomes pronounced and

rigid, arching up under the white leather sleeve. Before

he can react, or even think Heidi arches her right foot

and curls back her toes, she chambers her knee high up

toward her shoulder. The hard callused ball of her foot

flies upward and back, flashing high over her shoulder

directly into his yapping mouth, then chambers her leg

for another strike. Heidi performs this astounding

flexibility with such ferocity and speed; she kicks his

face three times in just two seconds.

"It's really not smart to call me names tubby,

especially since I can kick your ass at will." Heidi

looks back to survey the damage to his face before

letting go of his hair. The kicks are intended to

incapacitate, not kill. The first kick smashes into his

gaping mouth, shattering the four front yellowing teeth

of his upper plate. The next strike nails the side of

his nose, mashing it over to the side, crushing tender

cartilage. If Heidi wanted to, she could have centered

the kick on his nose, shoving bone and cartilage into

his brain, and he would be dead instead of unconscious.

The last kick slams her arched sole into his temple like

a baseball bat. Heidi violently jerks his head sideways

a split second before the callused ball of her foot

makes it's violent impact, switching off his lights.

Heidi allows him to drop to the floor with a heavy thud,

his face a mess. "Ewwww! You dripped blood on my new

jacket dick-head, now I'm really pissed!" Heidi scolds

the still form as she rips off her tight jacket.

Ms. Stewart starts backing up the stairs, shaking her

head as Heidi approached her. "Where ya going Msss.

Stewart? Heidi grins as she leaps up the stairs as the

tall woman turns to run, snatching a bony ankle and

yanking hard, making the woman bounce down the stairs

face first, arms extended. Heidi drags the screaming

woman across the hard floor by her ankle toward the cold

radiator. "Don't need this distraction." The teen rips

the phone cord from the wall, then jerks hard the other

way, flinging the phone across the room as the cord

pulls free. "Sooo glad you decided to rent this place

out in the sticks, Msss. Stewart, it's so quiet here, I

didn't see a house for at least a half mile." Heidi's

words send a flood of fear into the counselor, she is

right; there is no one near by.  The woman's arms flail,

finger nails clawing at anything, desperate to impede

Heidi's momentum. "This will do." Heidi states with

satisfaction as she mounts the woman's upper back like a

horse, grabbing each wrist and smoothly twisting her

skinny arms up at the elbows. She has no chance against

the younger girl's far superior strength. Heidi coils

the cord tightly around her wrists, then rolls her over,

sits her up, and slams her back against the iron

fixture. "Now you stay put and enjoy the show, it's a

real 'killer' I must say." The teen gives an evil

giggle, amused by her pun as she stuffs a linen napkin

deep in Ms. Stewart's mouth. No sense taking any

chances.

Heidi stands up, stretching her body, checking herself

in the large mirror over the fireplace. Other than the

black tights, all she is wearing now is that tiny white

lacy bra, allowing her proud grapefruit size breasts to

extend out of it's confines displaying her spectacular

young cleavage. The snow-white fabric dramatically

contrasts against the hard tawny skin surrounding

it. "What do you think Ms. Stewart, leave 'em on or

take 'em off, hum?" Heidi snaps the elastic fabric of

her spandex bottoms as she listens to the woman's muted

pleas. "Good point, off it is then. Might as well give

him a look the total package he's been drooling over

since I got here, right Ms. Stewart?" Heidi scoots her

bottom side to side as she peels down the tights, then

bends over facing away from the woman until her smiling

face appeared between her shins, glancing at the

helpless woman. "I'm gonna break him with these babies

Mss. Stewart, break him bad, and I won't stop until I

hear that last pop, you know, like the one old Mr.

Larkin made when I crushed him like a big potato chip."

Heidi runs her hands along the thick hamstrings and

corded inner thigh standing out in bold relief in this

bent position, grinning evilly at the petrified woman. "

Check this out Ms. Stewart, can you do this?" She

contracts her inner thigh muscles with rapid pulses,

making the clam-like adductors quiver like a drum roll

with total control. Slowly, she arches her back and

rises up vertically, still vibrating; she clutches the

sides of her hard round bottom now also dancing under

Heidi's pulsing rhythm. "Ummm, can't wait to give your

man a taste of that Mssss. Stewart."

Heidi suddenly shifts her attention to the moan across

the room. "Wh-whad da hell happened? My nose, my moud,

my deehh! You huckin bidch, I'll kill you you liddle

whore!" He rants incoherently, trying to get his

bearings, gripping his mouth on his hand and knees,

bloody saliva drools from his wounded mouth. "'Bout time

you came around fuck face, and I do mean 'fuck face'

literally, damn, look at you. I was thinking I'd have to

do Ms. Stewart first if you didn't wake up soon."  Heidi

feels the adrenaline rush surge through her. Her

predatory instincts go to high alert, ready to strike.

He struggles, wobbling to his feet as he glares at the

young girls near naked body as she quickly advances on

him. Heidi's tiny emerald green thong leaves next to

nothing to imagine. Her breathing rate increases,

contracting and expanding the rigid muscles of her

abdomen, her legs shake, flexing muscle with each

step. "Remember these?" Heidi's eyes narrowed as she

points down, then jumps up, torquing her body around,

firing a viscous back kick deep into his gorged torso.

It feels like kicking a life size teddy bear, not a

solid heavy bag, something inside him crunches maybe a

rib. Her foot thrusts him backward reeling, slamming him

hard into the wall.

As he bounces off the wall, Heidi is on him. Her gloved

fist blast up at his face with unabashed fury, her tight

torso twists around in a quick volley of spinning back

fist strikes to both sides of his unprotected jaw and

mouth. "Uhh-uhh-uh-uhhh", the big man is helpless

against the little dynamo, absorbing blow after blow;

the smacking resonance of Heidi's knuckle strikes is the

only music being played. "Not much of a fighter are you

blubber butt?" Crack-crack-crack, Heidi's gloved fists

fly like little black missiles exploding into his eyes

and nose. She alternates with heavy upper cuts into his

soft middle making him twist and contort with each

damaging shot. "Make a good target though." His face is

covered in his own blood; cuts and welts speckle his

face from the rough leather gloves tearing at his flesh.

He is punch drunk; practically out on his feet by the

relentless skill and ferocity this petite girl is

demonstrating for Ms. Stewart to watch. He sways, eyes

unfocused, dribbling blood and teeth fragments from his

swollen lips. Heidi bounces fresh and light in a

fighting stance, arms bent fists up, her rounded biceps

swell like small oranges, a vein runs over each mound

like matching streams. Looking up at the raw meaty

condition of his face aroused by the damaging facial

Heidi just gave to this middle aged man twice her

size.  "Come on, fight me, if you can. What are you're

waiting for, you want another taste of these babies

don't-cha?" The teen teases the groggy man as he watches

dizzily through swollen lids the vixen stroke her golden

quads, then caress the thick cords running up her inner

thighs leading her hungry fingers from under her green

satin thong crotch to rest upon her tight mound. She

gripped the silky material and pulled up slightly,

watching his eyes as she outlines the narrow crevice of

her sweet virginal box like camel toes. Come on fucker,

come and get it!" Heidi giggles as she lets the winded

man gain a little composure. "Come on shit-head, do

something other than bleed for me, you're disgusting!"

Heidi rubs the pads of her fingers against her hot mound

rapidly, feeling the arousal level building up. He takes

the bait, attempting a feeble attack. Heidi quickly

steps toward him letting her lethal feet fly. Caught in

the whirlwind of Heidi's specialty, the machine gun

kicks, he is sent stumbling back to the wall, plastered

there as the teen sends her brutal foot snapping into

his face from all angles. She pants with erotic desire,

kicking him so hard and fast; he isn't able to fall

away. Her powerful leg propels her hard foot like a

jackhammer up at his chin, lifting him back up as he

slips down the wall. The white paint is splattered with

gore from her brutal kicks, mashing all recognizable

features to a mushy pulp. Heidi stops to see the

results. She presses the blade of her callused foot up

into his throat, forcing him upward, fully erect. The

pressure on his Adams apple makes him gag as foamy

spittle oozes from his bloody lips and nostrils. This

sight gets her hot. Heidi reaches inside her g-string

and thrusts her middle finger deep inside her mound,

rubbing her hardened clit furiously as she continues the

choking grip on her victim's neck. "Oooh, oooh yeah,

remember this one from the other day Ms. Stewart, oooh,

almost there now?" Heidi hisses as she flashes her wild

eyes toward the captive trembling woman.

The big balding dupe makes a foolish attempt to grab the

teen's leg, distracting her from her masturbation; she

is way too fast. Heidi snatches his outstretched arm and

twists his wrist sharply. An audible crunch is heard

along with a yelp of pain as his wrist bone snaps in her

grasp. "Fucker, I was about to cum. You ruined the

moment!" Heidi's nostrils flare, her crazed look is

filled with anger and contempt for the desperate man.

The girl extends his arm straight out as she steps back

and slams her shin into him. Cruel roundhouse kicks bore

into his gut. Her instep buries between collapsing rolls

of heavy fat with each shattering kick, bruising vital

organs from their force, he folds in two as her kicks

cease, he cannot breathe.

"Can you believe it Ms. Stewart, after all this

punishment, I think he still has a stiffy for me."

Heidi's toes message his groin. She swings her right leg

over his head and straddles his twisted arm. Her back is

to him. All he can see is her ultra firm tanned derriere

clench tightly, dimpling as she pulls up harshly on the

arm wedged at the shoulder firmly into her moist crotch.

She snaps her legs together, without any warning,

twisting his forearm over, elbow side up, and sends a

palm strike blasting down through the joint. The blood-

curdling scream and snapping bone echoes off the wall.

That's what she likes to hear. His arm bends at a

deformed angle, turning deep purple at the joint as

blood hurries into the trauma of torn tendons and

exposed bone. Heidi squeals with pleasure. She always

knew how easily she could snap an arm like this,

especially after breaking thousands of boards and bricks

with similar palm strikes, a fantasy realized.

Now her attention moves to his heavy shoulder. Heidi

looks back behind her as he struggles fruitlessly to

free his arm. Heidi flexes her thick sinewy calve and

shoots her foot upward brutally kicking his face like a

soccer ball with her hard heel; he quiets down for a

second. He drops to his knees, dazed and bleeding

profusely from the hard bottoms of her devastating bare

feet. The girl locks her right foot behind her left

Achilles and snaps down hard with her legs. Heidi

contracts the rope-like tendons of her inner thighs

around his fatty shoulder. She grips her muscles tighter

and tighter, contracting; squeezing, gleefully enjoying

his whining moans through busted teeth, feeling the

tissue in his shoulder start to disconnect under the

intense pressure. Then suddenly she clamps down harder

like a steel bear trap, arching up on her toes, legs

quivering under the instant crush. Heidi feels the

slipping sensation of the shoulder tearing away from the

rotator cuff deep inside her crotch. "Ooooh, that was

nice, never did that before" Heidi says softly as she

bites down tightly on the arm again, listening to the

muffled crunching noises and slooshy tactility within

his damaged shoulder. His arm is now rendered useless.

She hears his teary whimpers as she lets the deformed

and mangled limb fall to the floor, swelling and

discolored. "Like that Ms. Stewart? Let's do it again."

She quickly grabs his remaining good arm and repeats the

entire excruciating procedure over again in a matter of

seconds glaring deep into the counselors screaming eyes.

"That was nice but I'm ready for something different.

How about a little head for Heidi, mister?" Heidi turns

to his pulpy visage, swinging her leg back over his head

and grabbing his sticky scalp to help him up. "I guess

you need 'a hand' getting up now since yours are fucked.

Just didn't like the thought of you pawing at me with

those creepy fat fingers while I do you, know what I

mean." Heidi spoke to him like a child as she hoisted

him to his feet, arms dangling discolored nightmares.

The man is bleeding badly within his body, loosing vital

fluids. He is tingling, going numb as shock sets in due

to the internal damage done to him by this lethal little

babe. With a last ditch attempt to escape, he surprises

Heidi and yanks his slippery head away from her grip,

stumbling for the door. Heidi laughed herself to tears

as she watches him try to figure a way to open the door.

His twisted arms won't respond. He tries hopelessly to

turn the knob with the cheek of his bloody face but it

keeps slipping off.

Walking slowly over to him like a panther stalking her

prey, Heidi chides him. "That wasn't too bright of you,

mister. Don't think you're going anywhere too soon. Did

you see that movie, Misery, mister? Great book too. I

especially like the part when he tries to escape and

she, what do you call it, hobbles him, yeah that's it."

Heidi jumps on him, encircling his throat with her

strong tan arm and tightens down on him. She pulls back

on his neck as her hard rounded bicep drives deep into

his exposed larynx. He gags for air as she drags his

sliding form over to the center of the room, squeezing

his neck so hard his eyes begin to flutter on the verge

of passing out. She drops him on his back, his head

thumping on the hardwood like a bowling ball.

            "Don't want you to miss anything Ms.

Stewart." Heidi grins evilly at the woman as she mounts

the man's prone body. Heidi positions herself so that

her head is at chest level and her legs match up to his.

She coils her ultra flexible legs around each one of

his, bringing her shins up and atop of his, then locking

her small feet tightly behind his Achilles. The

suffering man understands the serious trouble he is now

in. He had ample time to fantasize about this girl's

legs earlier looking so incredibly strong and sexy in

those black tights. Then feeling their power blasting

into him with her injurious kicks. Now, tan and bare, he

is about to experience their might, each individual

muscle of her thigh clamping down upon his heavy but

impotent legs. Her calves so full and erotic to behold

felt like warm silky jagged stone burdening his inner

knees.                                      

Heidi places her hands flat upon his wide heavy torso

and arches back as she slowly locks out her own legs

against his, hers win easily. The effect is immediate;

she can feel the slight distorted bend in his knees,

feeling so powerful, so in control of this big older

man. Heidi relaxes her grip to let his legs straighten.

Now she is starting to get hot, her breathing picks up,

a look in her eyes begins to take shape; she wants to

feel him break. With increasing speed and power, Heidi

begins sending torturous grapevine thrusts down upon his

legs. From the tied woman's viewpoint she sees the full

impressive length of Heidi's legs, though smaller in

girth than her male victim's, the staggering muscular

definition shown leaves the woman without doubt this

girl is clearly stronger. Heidi peers over at Ms.

Stewart, giving her that knowing smile filled with

contempt, aware that neither of these adults have any

ability to stop her. "Yeah, fuck the bastard, fuck him

up. Bet that bony body of yours never fucked him like

this. How's it feel you fat fuck!" Heidi shifts her

attention back to her coiled victim. Picking up the pace

of her violent leg snaps, Heidi slams her hot crotch

down upon his with violent impact with each knee ripping

thrust. He is in complete awe and terror of this young

girl, unable to move his broken arms an inch to help

him, his throbbing legs locked down tight; playthings

for this teen's twisted pleasure, he is utterly

defenseless. Heidi can feel the knees begin to tear away

from their hinges, so can he. Looking back at the

gorgeous sight of her thick quads and hamstrings at peak

fullness, her bulbous bottom quivering with energy,

Heidi grits her teeth and concentrates all her intensity

on his left leg. She grips his throat with her gloved

hand, choking him to suppress the immanent scream. "Come

on fucker, I want to feel you break, now!" Heidi hisses

these words, wild eyes staring into his as the knee

gives under the extreme trauma. "Pop!" The sound of a

champagne cork, the patella and joint rips apart with an

audible crunch. Heidi whips her head to the other side

as she feels the spew of bloody saliva fly from the

choking man's broken mouth in mortal anguish. Her silky

short hair swishing around, over her eyes. "Yeah, nice,

let's do the other one." Heidi vibrates her left leg

rapidly, loosening the stressed tendons like rubber

bands. "Here it goes asshole, deal with it!" Her voice

vibrates as she shakes him. Heidi bites down on her

bottom lip as she interrupts her pulsation with a sudden

wicked muscular snap of her leg. The sound is sweet

music to her ears; this pop is even louder. The man

passes out; his body and mind cannot absorb this degree

of trauma and stay conscious.

Heidi removes her grip on his throat and starts snapping

out her legs again, this time it's without resistance.

Every fiber is shredded to soft spaghetti by the muscled

grip of her legs. His lower legs now extend 45 degrees

from their natural position. In a final demonstration of

the young girl's raw power and flexibility, Heidi lowers

herself flat, hugging his body and begins spreading out

her legs in a Chinese split. Heidi moans with erotic joy

as she feels her muscles overpower his tendons as she

starts to sit upright, continuing her grapevine

split. "Ooooh, bet you never knew he was this flexible,

huh Ms. Stewart?" Heidi flashed a sinister smile over to

the twitching woman, eyes watery with terror and empathy

for the man. Heidi's nearly bare upper body is

completely erect as she bounces up and thrusts her

suspended bottom down, touching the floor. The tendons

of his inner thighs and groin rip to shreds, unfurling

like old twine, blood gushes to the trauma zones. Heidi

feels this warm fluid sensation against her split legs,

bringing on an ecstatic coo from the lethal vixen. She

is wanton for final satisfaction.

She stands up before his unmoving form; arms bent at

surreal angles, legs split and twisting upward like a

giant deformed rag doll, his face beaten to a bloody

pulp from the girl's deadly limbs. Heidi ponders, 'truly

a work of art'. "Almost finished here Msss. Stewart,

hope you enjoy the finale. I'm gonna skull fuck your

man." Heidi straddles his head, looking down his

contorted body and falls slowly into a full split upon

his thick fat neck. Somehow, his mind awakes to

indescribable pain everywhere and a birds eye view of

Heidi's exquisite ass. The ass he longed for minutes ago

now sits inches from his beaten face, teasing and

beckoning to be tasted, but all he can think is 'God,

why did I ever wake up?' This is the final clear thought

and image to go through his mind. Heidi reaches back

without taking her eyes from Ms. Stewart, scooping his

head forward, and jamming his chin high up between the

firm hot silky orbs of her fresh rear end. Then leaning

forward, she brings her split legs together in a deadly

reverse head scissors. Heidi breathes heavy with

anticipation of his end. Her bare feet entwine as she

begins the slow death squeeze she's needed to do for so

long now. His twisted limbs begin to twitch with

attempted movement. Heidi closes her eyes as she juts

out her chest and arches her back, her firm ripe breasts

heaving, nipples high and erect with sensual rapture,

aroused by the sensation of absolute power and control

she held over him.

She peeks over her shoulder at his undistinguishable,

swollen face poking out between her bulging luscious

hamstrings like a big nasty zit, getting squeezed, ready

to pop. His pudgy cheeks and lips are forced comically

inward against her advancing rock hard legs. Spittle

bubbles from his 'o' shaped maw, eyes purple and

bloodshot, trying in vain to breathe, to endure this

suffering. Heidi licks her lips and grits her teeth in a

sexual snarl as she increases the constriction against

the sides of his head and neck. His limbs flap like fish

washed upon the shore, helpless, dying. Heidi tightens

and torque's, makes her body completely rigid as she

adds unimaginable pressure against his trapped head.

The first thing to give is his jawbone. She feels the

crunch against her groin; it slips around and buckles

unnaturally caving inward under the great strain. She

bites down harder on his face with her angry inner

thighs as the bones in his cheeks and around his mouth

give way in similar fashion with crunching delightful

noises. Heidi presses her moist mound hard into his

throat, crushing his larynx. Blood pumps freely from his

mouth like a newly dug spring from the accumulative

effect of her bone shattering love squeeze. 'Oooooh,

there's that death rattle gurgling she loves soooo much.

Almost there, won't be long now.' Heidi smiles with this

thought, closing her eyes as she rolls off of him on her

side.

Ms. Stewart now has an unobstructed view of Franks

hideous facial devastation trapped high in the rear

crevice of the teen's deadly peak power source. He is

very near death; Heidi will now end him. With a snapping

force so violent it makes the large man's entire body

jump and flop around, blood spews like a crimson geyser

from his narrow mouth. Heidi whips herself into a

contracting frenzy, coiling in her legs and body in

tightly and snapping them straight as she arched her

back, repeating this fatal movement faster and faster,

every muscle in her hard tan petite body, glowing,

etched to full detail. She moans deeply as she sucks on

her gloved finger, smiling wickedly and biting on her

knuckle. "Yeah, yeah, come on, break for Heidi, do it,

do it now, snap this fuck head." She is locked in

complete sexual furor, gyrating her crotch against his

compressed neck, yanking him further in to her leggy

clutches by his sweat soaked hair. Heidi's corded

adductors act as a muscle noose, pulling his head from

his body. Heidi shakes and squeals as her body locks

stiff as she orgasms like a surging tidal wave to the

luscious sensation of his neck ripping free of his

spinal column. Heidi continues her orgasmic spasm,

quivering in delight, feeling the loose angle of his

wobbling head. She looks back to his dead face, red eyes

rolled up, mouth twisted like a demented clown in a look

of total agony. Heidi pulses her upper legs a few times,

contracting her muscled hind quarters, entertaining

herself, playing with his head, making it jump around in

different directions like a wobble doll. Heidi curls up

her calves and clutches his unrecognizable head between

her feet. She pulls back with her feet, peeling his

sticky flesh from her inner thighs. His face was several

shades of deep colors, ranging from blood red to deep

bruise purple along with thick blue bulges on each side

of his neck caused by Heidi's crushing inner thigh

garrote. Heidi holds his head captive between the soles

of her feet, lying on her stomach with her arms folded

in front of her, resting her chin in her hands. She

squeezes the sides of his head in with her feet, lifting

up his surreal image to show her work to Ms. Stewart. "I

don't know about you but I think he looks sooo much

better like this, don't you Ms. Stewart?" Heidi grins as

she let's his head drop to the floor with a sickening

wet thud.

Heidi stands up, her body glowing with an aura of raw

young power, his blood, like red war paint, smeared and

streaked upon her lower body. She plays with his head;

fascinated by the extreme angles she can turn it. She

presses her foot down on his face, gore pools up between

her tan toes. His face is gone, too much damage. She

curls her toes around the flapping meat of his

pulverized nose, giggling as she squeezes it.

Heidi cocks her head and looks at the woman. "Ever see a

mess like this, Ms. Stewart? Ever wonder what sound a

skull makes when it shatters? I do, I wonder."  Heidi

grins coldly at the woman, shaking her head, pleading

with her eyes not to do it. Heidi looks back down at the

pulpy image as she pushes his face to the side. She

steps back arching her right foot back, making it rigid.

Then with lightning speed and ferocious power, she whips

her leg up in an arc, high over her head. Then with an

expulsion of energized breath Heidi screams as her foot

flies straight down, heel first through his temple like

an axe. It sounds is like giant thick egg being smashed

by a hammer. Brain matter and blood splatter the room

like a giant over-ripe tomato dropped from a rooftop. A

smell similar to iron fills the room. Heidi's foot

remains there where his head was, feeling the warm

oatmeal texture of his inner skull. She turns to the

trembling woman, retching inside her gag, needing to

throw up from the ghastly sight. She removes her foot

and stalks slowly toward the counselor trailing bloody

footprints.  Heidi smiles down upon her, corrupt and

sweet, reaching deep in her thong to sample the juices

from her fantastic orgasm. Heidi pulls out two fingers,

glistening in the lamplight. She takes one and glosses

her lips, licking the creamy fluid off with a seductive

smile. "Ummm, sweet like sugar, just like I told you the

other day, have a taste." Heidi bends forward smearing

the woman's lips with her young syrup from the other

finger. The moaning woman twitched her head in fear and

repulsion.  Heidi removes the wet napkin from her mouth

and tells her to lick her lips now. Reluctant but

terrified, she obeys the girl, tasting Heidi and

swallowing down without a word. "Good, very good." Heidi

stands up, smiling down upon the counselor whimpering

quietly. With a melodic tone Heidi speaks softly. " Miss

Jamison will see you now, Mssss. Stewart."

 

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