Country picnic
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Candy terrorises the folks


The family sat by the roadside, on a picnic rug, slowly and quietly eating
their lunch. The weather was fine and the road quiet. The father was
overweight, balding and middle aged. The mother was pinched and humourless,
the children young and sweet. They were silent, saying nothing to each other.
The silence was broken by the sound of a car screeching to a halt by the
siding. The doors opened and a couple stepped out. The man was tall and well
built, dark. The girl was tall, about 6'. She was blonde, tanned and very
attractive. Her long blonde hair was tied back and then put up in two bunches
in a schoolgirl style. She was wearing a very short pleated mini-skirt,
tartan. She wore trainer/boots, black, which came up to the ankle. Knee high,
black socks encased her muscled, well-exercised legs. Her full, firm breasts
were covered in a tight black sports bra, revealing a set of defined six-pack
abs. This girl clearly worked out regularly, and she was good at it. In
addition to her muscled legs and fantastic stomach, washboard flat, muscular
and totally gorgeous, her biceps and triceps were well developed and formed.
None of this muscle was OTT, however - she was just a very fit, capable
female. In her mouth she sucked on a lolly-pop, completing the image she
portrayed of a dangerous, sexy and fit 'schoolgirl'. The couple approached the
family.

"Howdy," said the man, "how are you folks?"

The father looked at them unfavourably.

"Well enough, thanks." The man moved behind him, the girl behind the mother.
"What can we do for you folks?"

"Oh, just give us all your money and your car." With that, the man grabbed the
father from behind, the girl the mother. Both parents struggled, the children
cowered on the ground. Neither parent was strong enough to break the grasp of
the violent couple. The man grinned at the girl, she winked back - they each
seemed to have the same thought. The man released the father, as the girl
released the mother. The man strolled around the blanket, and held the mother.
Now all three faced the father. The girl slowly, deliberately and playfully
approached the father who was now standing. She looked at him mock longingly,
then ran her finger over his fat stomach.

"Mmmm, stud. Wanna play with this little girl?" she asked in girlish voice.

"I'd recommend it chief, she used to be a gymnast."

She did the splits, then stood up, did a standing back flip, a somersault then
another split. She stood up again, hardly out of breath.

"I don't want fun with you, what do you want?"

"Oh dear, if you don't want fun with her, then she'll just get mad. Candy, why
don't you show pops what you do when you're mad?"

Candy smiled at the father, she towered over him by a good four inches. Then
the smile stopped as she adopted a martial arts, TKD, fighting pose.

"Candy's just 19 and a champion gymnast, fitness and body building champion
and holds black belts in four different forms of martial arts. How old are
you?"

The man answered hoarsely, scared "Forty."

"Well, 40-year old, that 19 year old girl can kick your ass from here until
next month, and that's what she's about to do, while your family watch and
while she's dressed like your idea of a wet, schoolboy dream."

"Ready?" Candy asked.

The father put up his fists. She snickered. Then she lifted her leg, held it
perfectly parallel to the floor, then sprung into action. She spun round on
her other leg and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to his head. He
staggered back. She pounced forward, with a series of devastating combination
punches, to his face, chest and flabby stomach. He fell to the ground,
gasping. She stood over him and laughed.

"Is that it, old timer? At least give me a fight, something for your son to be
proud of."

"Stop it, you're hurting him," screamed the mother, "we'll give you the
money."

"Oh, we're going to get the money, but my little girlfriend needs a workout,
and your hubby is it."

The father spat blood from his mouth as Candy circled him laughing. She was
about to set about him again when a large rig pulled up by the group. All
turned to watch as a huge man got out of the cab. He was wearing a lumberjack
shirt that was wrapped tight around his large gut. This man was a trucker, and
he clearly enjoyed a fight - his knuckles were bruised. He walked up to the
young man.

"What's going on here?"

"They're robbing us - please help!" screamed the mother.

"Get lost fatso," Candy said without even looking at him.

The trucker stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. Wow - what a
babe! But who did she think she was? Calling him fatso??

"Listen pretty little girl, keep your trap shut while I deal with your
boyfriend - then maybe we can play."

She smirked and looked at the boyfriend who was grinning wildly - he nodded
his head. She turned and sashayed up to the trucker, smiling.

"How about we play right now, you great big fat slob?"

"You watch your mouth."

""Listen blubber butt, look at my body." She flexed her biceps, then did an
amazing, slow but powerful leg extension, causing her foot to pass over his
head. "I'm gonna kick your fat ass all over the park, and there isn't a damn
thing you can do about it."

He looked angry, then took off his jacket.

"I'm a bare knuckle boxer, and can take you on any time you want."

"You wish. OK - let's go."

He swung at her, she darted from his reach. Again he punched at her, she
bobbed and weaved. He began to breath heavily, perspire.

"Tired already? You can't even touch me, you fat pathetic piece of dung."

He lunged forward and managed to knock her off balance. HH He had her on the
floor and he grinned. She looked unperturbed - she smiled then quickly locked
her powerful sinewy thighs around his corpulent body. She squeezed - he
screamed with the pain.

"I can crush tin cans between my thighs, it's down to my background in
gymnastics and ballet - it's amazing how buff and tough your legs get. Again."

She squeezed again, he screamed out.

"Please stop, you're breaking my ribs."

The muscles in her legs rippled.

"I'm getting bored - time to end this." She unwrapped her powerful legs from
his flabby torso. He gasped for breath. As he attempted to stand, she grabbed
him by the scruff of the neck and drove the heel of her palm repeatedly into
his nose. His face became a bloody mess. As he went limp, she held him up with
her arm, her bicep flexing dangerously. She then sighed and dropped him. He
was dead. She smiled at the quaking family.

"I drove his nose bone up into his brain - it wouldn't have been that
painful." She smiled.

From the road screeched a police car - all looked towards it. A young, obese
policeman puffed out of the car, his gun drawn - but shaking with nerves.
Candy's eyes gleamed with expectation.

"Now all of you hold right where you are, you hear?"

Candy began slowly walking towards him, seductively and confidently. He
trained his gun on her, now beginning to quake.

"I mean it miss, stop right there."

She held up her hands.

"But officer - I'm not armed. And I need your protection."

"What?"

"Yes - I was hitchhiking when these people gave me a lift. That man there, "
she pointed at the father, "attacked me. He's a brute and I'm just a girl."

The cop looked unconvinced. She stopped walking and smiled at him warmly,
sexily. He became aroused looking at her beautiful fit body - and believed
her.

"Ok, miss - nothing's gonna happen to you now. Stand behind me."

She walked behind the fat cop, grinning wildly as the family remonstrated.

"Don't believe her," the father shouted, "she's going to attack you."

"I think I can handle a girl.." Before he could stop the sentence, Candy had
wrapped her sinewy arm around his flabby neck and squeezed, while with the
other arm she twisted his gun hand behind his back. The gun fell from his
ineffectual grasp. She kicked it away before releasing him, gasping. She
adopted a martial arts pose.

"I hate cops, but I love kicking their fat, doughnut-eating asses. How old are
you?"

"Twenty."

"Just a year older than me, and look at the shape you're in and then look at
the shape I'm in. I bet there isn't a muscle in that body of yours, while I'm
nothing but muscle. I'm a body builder, gymnast and martial arts expert. Bet
you dream of getting a girl like me. Ok - defeat me, and I'll fuck you."

The young cop drew his nightstick and tried to defend himself. She laughed,
then did a few shadow strikes at him with her fists - he panicked and flew
around with the stick, she began to laugh hard.

"Is that the best training they give you? Officer, you couldn't defend
yourself against a girl guide." She spun around, and landed a sexy leg into
his flabby stomach. He gasped and fell over. She pulled him up and, holding
him up with one hand, she repeatedly kneed him in the body.

"Come on, cop - give me a fight. I'm just a girl, fight back - defend
yourself." She taunted, but the cop had fallen unconscious. She tutted with
disgust and allowed his corpulent body to fall to the ground.

To be continued