To Die For
By Nicholas Klinsman, http://www.mindsync.com/rapty/moscow.html
A woman overwhelms her ex husband when he tries to rape her.


Inside a trendy microbrewery restaurant, most of the tables had already been
taken by the time Steve had arrived. Since he was there before Vera, he
decided to take a stool at the other end of the bar and have a beer until she
came. While he waited for the bartender to deliver his pint- sized mug, he
petted the granite counter top with his hands appreciating its smooth texture
and the way it glistened.

In between chugs, he passed the time watching a basketball game on the T.V.
monitor and observing the restaurant's patrons. Many were mall shoppers
topping off their afternoon of spending, while others were nearby employees
wanting to relieve the stress of a day's work. By the minute these customers
were being replaced by a more attractive, well-dressed crowd of people ranging
in age from twenty to thirty. Looking around the room, Steve could see several
of them talking away on their cell phones. In front of many of them were
mouth-watering plates of gourmet style food.

However, Steve was not sure, which was more delicious, the food or the lovely
waitresses who delivered them. The white blouses and black stretch pants they
wore showed off their well proportioned figures nicely. Whenever one passed by
Steve took the opportunity to admire their backside. Seeing them though, only
reminded Steve of how much he wanted Vera. It had been over a year since their
divorce was finalized. In that time the fortunes of their lives had gone in
opposite directions. He was alone and on the verge of bankruptcy after
squandering his money away on worthless investments and get rich fast deals
that never paid off. She on the other hand had become a very successful real
estate agent with many friends and admirers.

It wasn't until he almost reached the bottom of his second pint before Vera
arrived just like she did every Friday night. Immediately, her flowing reddish
brown hair and radiant features caught his attention. Even in a bar filled
with attractive young women, Vera always stood out in a crowd. Captivated by
the sight of her, his eyes lustfully began to follow her every move. The brown
suede fabric of her dress gripped her body perfectly and showed off Vera's
wasp like curves and rock solid stomach line. Because the dress was
sleeveless, everyone could see the well-toned muscles in her biceps and
triceps elegantly contracting as she glanced around the room. As soon as she
saw where her girlfriends were seated, Vera made her way through the crowd.
Without her asking, the patrons all stepped aside to let her pass.

Fixing his eyes between her knee-high brown leather boots and the low cut hem
of her dress, Steve held his breath as he stared at the incredible power that
flexed in her thighs with every step she took. It had been too long since he
had rubbed his hand on those legs. Even though she was no longer his, he could
still feel his fingers burning to caress her flesh.

Waiting for her at a small round shaped table were two attractive blondes.
Before sitting down with them, Vera leaned over to each of them and exchanged
a friendly kiss on the cheek. As soon as Vera sat down a waitress placed a
cocktail in front of her and the three girls lifted their glasses and clanked
them together.

After a few sips, Vera finally noticed Steve. When their eyes met, she quickly
turned away and mumbled something to the other girls. The two blondes had an
astonished look on their faces as they took a quick glance over to where Steve
was sitting. At first Vera was uncomfortable with the sight of her ex husband
staring at her, but eventually her frustration turned to exultation. She knew
about the troubles he was having since they had divorced, and she remembered
how he had treated her before. The last words he had said to her were, "You're
nothing without me bitch."

However, he was the one who was nothing now. Quickly, the look of concern on
her face turned into a gratifying smile. Sensing that he was still staring at
her, Vera seemingly ignored him by not looking his direction. Treating him as
if he weren't even in the room, Vera and her girlfriends carried on their
conversations.

Unable to get her attention, Steve ordered the girls a round of drinks. To his
surprise Vera accepted the offer. Suddenly, Vera turned toward Steve. When
their eyes met, she picked up the cherry out of her cocktail by its stem and
brought it over her mouth. Taking her time she enveloped the cherry with her
teeth and puckered her lips. Vera winked at Steve as she pulled the stem away
with her fingers. Then one of the blonds giggled and motioned him over with
her finger.

Without hesitation, Steve picked up his beer mug and walked over. At six foot
one and 200 pounds, Steve still possessed the impressive physique that Vera
had once adored about him. Standing in front of the table the two blonde girls
scooted their chairs away from Vera so that Steve could sit next to her.

"Long time no see Vera. You like you're doing well."

"You're right Steve it is a long time no see, but you still look like shit."
The other two girls smirked as they attempted to hold their laughter in check.

"You know from what I hear about you Steve, I'm surprised to see you here in a
place like this. Are you sure you can afford it?"

"It's just temporary. I'll land back on my feet really soon." Steve replied.

"So what is it you want with me then?" asked Vera with a hint of blunt
coldness.

"I came to see if maybe you and I could start fresh?" said Steve as he
uninvitingly reached his right hand over and placed it on top of her knee.
Although Vera despised his touch she remained calm.

"It's too late for a new start Steve. You put me through hell and I'll never
take that from any man as long as I live."

"I'm not like that any more Vera. I've changed," replied Steve with a pleading
tone in his voice. Vera comfortably chuckled and re crossed her legs so that
his hand was now in between her thighs.

"Come to think of it I've missed some of the things you used to do for me."
Vera said as she looked over to her girlfriends with a wicked smile on her
face.

"I especially remember how you used to rub my legs with your hands. Do you
think you could do that for me?" asked Vera as she relaxed back in her seat.
Enraptured by the thought, Steve leaned forward and began massaging her legs
just as he was told.

"What are you waiting for? Go further! "You haven't forgotten how to do this
have you?" joked Vera. Just then as Steve extended himself she tightened her
thighs trapping his hand between her legs. Her grip was so tight that his hand
couldn't go forward nor backward.

"On second thought I haven't missed you one bit," hissed Vera while her
girlfriends roared with laughter at the embarrassing sight of Steve.

"Let go of my fucking hand you stupid bitch!" yelled Steve.

"That sounds an awfully lot like the old Steve. It's funny how the more things
change the more they stay the same," added Vera as she released her hold.
Gripping his wrist with the other hand Steve rose from the table, his face red
with anger. This was not the first time Vera had seen him like this, but
unlike the others times she was no longer afraid of him.

'You're going to pay for this bitch." yelled Steve as he looked poised to slap
her.

"Don't even think about it Steve. One wrong move and I'll put your head
between my thighs instead of your hand. If you think you're in pain now, just
think how it would feel if your head was about to explode."

Looking around the room he could see the staring faces of many of the patrons
watching to see what would happen. Clenching his teeth he turned back toward
Vera.

"Not now, but sometime soon you're going to get yours you filthy hoar."

"You're pathetic Steve. Get out of my site."

Turning around Steve stomped out of the restaurant. Hardly able to control his
emotions he cursed to himself as he walked through the mall on his way to the
parking garage. By the time he went down the escalator his face was still red
with anger. Heading toward his car he noticed a black Lincoln Navigator. It
looked like the one Vera had bought just before their divorce. Upon closer
inspection he could see that it indeed was Vera's. Still boiling over with
anger he prepared to kick in the lights, but just a he was about to he halted
in his tracks. Reaching into his pockets he pulled out his car keys. He still
had his copy on the key ring. Moving to the driver's side he tried to unlock
the door. With a turn of his wrist the lock clicked open. Ok Vera you're going
to learn there's no messing with me, he thought to himself.

Later that evening after parting way with her friends Vera walked to where her
car was parked. Getting in just like she had done a thousand times she sat in
her seat, put the key into the ignition, and turned the switch. Driving out
the garage she headed home. Tonight had been a memorable night as she thought
of the embarrassed look on the face of Steve. Shortly, thereafter, she drove
up her driveway and pushed the button on her remote control so that the garage
door could open. As she turned off the ignition a hand came out of nowhere and
closed over her mouth.

"I guess payback time is already here," spoke a frightening but familiar
voice. Looking in the rear view mirror Vera could make out that the intruder
was Steve.

"Now I got your full attention. Don't I Vera?" yelled Steve. When she didn't
answer he pulled back on her hair with his right hand until he was sure it
caused Vera pain.

"You looked too good tonight not to let a man touch you. So things will go a
lot smoother if you just consider this a date," warned Steve as he tightened
his grip on her hair.

Taking the keys out of the ignition Vera jabbed them full force into the
forearm of the hand gripping her hair, while simultaneously taking her left
hand and violently yanking back on his thumb over her mouth. The pain caused
Steve to release his grip immediately. But instead of fleeing Vera turned
around to face him. Looking into the back seat she could see Steve holding
onto his broken thumb, while blood trickled out of the puncture wound on his
forearm.

"I've been waiting to do this to you for a long time," she hissed as she
reached over with her right hand and locked the door from the inside.

"Bring it on Bitch!" screamed Steve in return.

"I told you what I was going to do to you if you messed with me again Steve."
Putting her hands on top of the front seats she used the leverage to catapult
herself feet first into the back seat so that both her heels connected with
his sternum. From there she pounced on him with the quickness and agility of a
cat. He screamed in pain as she raked his eyes with her fingernails. Pressing
her advantage she interlocked her fingers behind his head and jerked him
forward while she drove her right knee upward into his nose. Upon impact her
knee could feel his nose being smashed and broken while blood poured out from
his face. Then from every angle imaginable Vera unleashed a barrage of
punches. Steve tried to cover himself up, but he couldn't protect himself. She
was just too fast.

Although stunned, Steve managed to sum up his strength and throw his shoulder
into her chest knocking her backward. But before he could regain himself she
lifted up her left knee and snapped the leg forward into his face so that the
toe of her boot indented into his jawbone. Unable to fight with her, Steve
grabbed a hold of Vera and tried to wrestle her, but each time a whirlwind of
kicks and punches sent him into a retreat.

Finally, Steve managed to bench press Vera off of him and throw her against
the back seat door. All of a sudden he now had the advantage. Unwilling to
relinquish it, he charged forward like a bull hoping to gore his matador.

To protect herself, Vera curled her legs up so that her heels were flush
against his torso. With all his strength Steve tried to pin her down.
Gradually the pressure and weight appeared to take effect as he pushed Vera's
knees all the way back to where they touched her face. Unknown to him was the
fact that Vera could easily leg press more mass than Steve could exert. When
he had leaned forward enough, she extended her legs outward with all her
strength, sending Steve flying hard against the opposite door.

Before he could rise, Vera sat up and drove her heel forward in between his
legs. As he screamed out in pain, she again grabbed the back of his hair with
her hands and again she jerked his head forward until the bottom of his chin
made solid contact with the top of her knee. So devastating was the blow that
his head whipped back full force against the door almost knocking him out.

Feeling himself losing consciousness, Steve knew he was beaten. The only thing
to do now was to escape this woman and fight another day. Jumping over the
back of the seats, Steve landed cleanly on the driver's seat. As quickly as he
could possibly move, he tried to unlock the door. But as he struggled to pull
up the lock, the bottom of Vera's right boot crashed against the back of his
head driving him face first into the door window. Resting the sole of the boot
squarely against the back of his neck she pinned his face against the glass.

"So tell me Steve is this what you expected?" asked Vera mockingly. Before
Steve could answer she exerted more force so that the glass was pressed so
tightly against his lips that it muffled the sound of his voice.

"You should have listened when I told you weren't man enough. Now you'll have
to pay the ultimate price for your male stupidity," said Vera as her hands
grasped the sides of her dress and hiked them above her hips. Reaching back
with her left hand she then grabbed a handful of suede and held up her dress
so that it couldn't lower itself back over her thighs. Keeping her boot
pressed against him, Vera's flexibility allowed her to reach over until her
right hand could grip a handful of his hair. In one motion she removed her
boot from his neck and yanked her hand backward. Seating herself atop the
elbow rest of the front seat she widened her legs and continued to pull Steve
backward until the back of his head was flush against her lingerie covered
pelvis. Her legs then closed in around the side of his face trapping his arms
down against the seat, while her calves locked together so that there could be
no escape. Leaning over, she stared down at Steve until their eyes met.
Reveling at the way his cheeks began to puff up and turn red she pressed
inwardly with her thighs. Looking up at her Steve hoped to find mercy in her
eyes, but instead he found Vera gnarling her teeth like a wolf.

"Well Steven I guess you actually did find a way to get in between my legs
again. Too bad for you, it's not the way you imagined." she roared down at
him. For added leverage she reached over with both hands and gripped the
steering wheel. His face was now turning blue from the lack of oxygen. Like
trash being compressed by a compactor, Vera's steel legs began to smash his
skull. Steve's eyes bulged wildly as Vera felt his jawbones shatter. But
before he passed out, Vera let up on the pressure so that their eyes could
meet one last time.

Barely conscious, Steve could plainly see the smug smile on her face as she
leaned forward far enough to gently kiss his lips.

"Bye baby." she whispered only inches from his face waiting for his last plea
for mercy. When it came he saw her smile one last time. Slamming her legs
shut, Vera retightened her vice like grip and began to squeeze with everything
she had. Then with a sudden twist of her hip she heard his neck break.