KIM CONQUERS: TO CATCH A PREDATOR

Note: "Kim Conquers" and "Kim: The Interview" are based on true events. This story is pure fiction based on what Kim told me she wanted to do to a REAL pervert living in our town.

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Kim and Cindy were in the middle of their daily two-hour workout. In the middle of the speed bag exercise, Cindy suddenly began screaming. "I am going to fucking kill him!!!!!!"

Kim responded, "Who?"

Cindy slumped to the floor, "That son of a bitch, Dick Bermuda. He violated my teenage niece."

"What are you talking about?"

"There is this guy that hangs around the high schools. He tells teenage girls that he is a talent scout or photographer. He takes them to his place and either gets them to have sex with them by promising them a modeling contract or he knocks them out and has sex with them when they are asleep. I just found out that this scumbag molested my niece. He got her to have sex with him by promising a modeling job. He videotaped it and put it on the Internet! My niece is on the verge of a nervous breakdown. What is even worse, one of the girls found out that he has dozens of tapes showing him having sex with passed out girls. But the cops say they can't do anything because he hid the tapes and they can't find them. I am going to fucking kill him with my bare hands."

Kim smiled, "You have busted guys like this before. Remember when you beat up those pervs at the high school game last year?"

Cindy shook her head. "I confronted him outside of his work yesterday. I screamed at him and threatened to beat him senseless. The cops showed up. His limp dick attorney just served me with a restraining order."

"No problem," Kim responded with a smile, "I'll do it. I haven't beaten a man seriously since Ron tried to jump me a few months ago."

Cindy and Kim agreed that they would have to catch him in the act. Cindy's niece gave them Dick's e-mail. Kim was going to go undercover as a teen (Kim is 28, but can easily pass for 18 if she needs to). She contacted Dick and tried to make an appointment. She enticed him with a few sexy photos. She would try to meet him in a public place. She would then try to lure him back to Cindy's place where she could control the environment and turn him out. She had big plans. She might even fuck him with her giant strap-on.

When she e-mailed Dick, she told him that she was a friend of Cindy's niece and that she wanted to be a model. She told him that she just turned eighteen and would be willing to do nude modeling.

Within a day, he wrote back that he would meet her and make her rich. Along with the e-mail, he sent suggestive notes telling Kim that he thought that she was gorgeous and that he was going to make her famous. Kim played along, telling him how much she liked older men. She told him that they could meet

at public place and maybe go somewhere after to take some test shots.

After the date was set, Kim gave me a shopping list: one dozen hot dogs (?) and a pair of black Jessica Simpson Parigi stilettos.

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Kim transformed herself into a teenager. She teased her hair out to make her look younger. She put on a denim skirt and slid her perfect feet/weapons into the Jessica Simpson shoes. I got hard just thinking about what she was going to do to this asshole.

The meeting was at the mall. They met in the food court area. Dick was not what Kim expected. He did not look like a raincoat pervert. He was six feet, 200 pounds. He had short hair and was well dressed. He looked to be in his early forties, but he was in excellent physical condition. Kim could see why young girls could fall for him.

Dick introduced himself. "You must be Kim."

"Yes," she replied. "I was looking forward to meeting you."

He looked her up and down like a lion scoping out his prey. "Are you ready to be famous? Let me take a look."

Kim giggled and twirled around. "Do you like what you see?"

He smiled, "Yes. I do. I like your shoes."

She laughed. "You will be seeing a lot of them."

They talked for about twenty minutes. Dick was definitely a charmer. He was dressed in blue jeans and a nice shirt. During the chat Kim flirted and touched him lightly on the leg. Finally, she suggested that they go to her place. Dick wanted to know if they would be alone. Kim said her parents were away and that she was an only child. Surprisingly, Dick agreed to go to her place. They proceeded to leave the mall together.

As they were walking to the parking lot to get in their respective cars, Kim did not notice a black van with tinted windows. She also didn't realize that Dick was now two paces behind her.

Kim wasn't expecting what happened next. Out of nowhere, a handkerchief covered her mouth and nose. She instantly smelled the chloroform. Within seconds she became light-headed, and the world faded out.

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When she woke, she was completely naked. She was groggy, but instantly became aware of her surroundings. She was in an unfinished basement. It stank of chemicals and mold. The floor was cold, gray cement. Dick was sucking on one her breasts and fumbling with his belt. They were both laying on the floor. She noticed that her wrists were tied with a zip-tie. Her arms were above her head. She knew that she was going to have to play along. Since he didn't notice that she had regained consciousness, she quickly memorized her surroundings and shut her eyes. She was laying next to a washing machine. Above the machine, there was a low hanging water pipe. It was pretty thick. She knew her escape would involve that pipe. She could feel Dick's hard-on; the creep didn't even take his pants off. All of a sudden, Dick grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up and leaned her body against the washing machine. She figured that he was going to turn her around and lay her on top of the machine to fuck her from behind. As he was balancing her unconscious body, they were face-to-face. Her eyes sprang open. He was shocked and caught off guard. She pushed him with her tied hands. With one move, she jumped and grabbed the pipe. She made her legs fly out and up, like a gymnast. She instantly brought them back together. Because he fell to the side, she used her right leg to position his head so he was facing away from her. She then wrapped her powerful legs around his neck. He was in a classic scissors hold. She began to squeeze. Her legs were not aligned perfectly with his throat, so she knew she couldn't choke him out. He was twisting her legs and fighting hard. But since Kim was able to suppress some of his breathing, he was having trouble fighting her off. After about a minute, Kim's tied wrists would no longer support her. She let go and they both fell to a heap onto the cold floor.

She saw a hacksaw laying on a tool bench. She jumped over to the bench. She positioned it between her knees and used the blade to free her wrists.

As Dick lay on the floor gagging and retching, Kim saw her clothes in a heap in the corner. She quickly ran over to them and hastily dressed. After she was dressed, she walked back over to Dick, who was still on the floor, but trying to get up. She walked the twenty feet or so slowly, making sure that the clack of her heels made an echoing sound off of the basement floor. Just as he got to his knees, her right foot shot almost straight out like a cannon. The heel of her shoe pulverized his lips. Blood spewed as he fell forward clutching his face. He did what most guys do: he called Kim a bitch and a whore and swore that he was going to beat her and fuck her when he got off the floor. (Note: both Cindy and Kim have told me how much they love it when a guy calls them names in the middle of a fight because the guys that talk the most always end up crying the hardest at the end.) Kim didn't respond to his taunts. She walked around and kicked his right leg apart from his left. Before he could close his legs, the toe of Kim's right foot shot out and connected squarely with his balls. He yelped and tried to close his legs. Without a word, Kim stepped to his right side and brought the stiletto heel straight down into the side of his right knee. She stomped three times with deadly precision. On the third time, she could feel a tendon tear and his leg fell uselessly to the side.

His tune had quickly changed. He was crying. He tried to roll into a fetal position, but his useless right leg weighed him down like an anchor. He remained on his back. However, he did what all guys do: covered his balls with his hands. Kim smiled as he removed his hands from his mouth revealing gushing blood.

Kim leaned down and hissed: "Still want to fuck me?"

Kim then said, "Where is your phone, asshole? I am sure the cops are going to want to hear about how you tried to kidnap and rape me. I am also going to tell them about what you do to teenage girls. You are going away, asshole."

Dick was in a lot of pain, but what he did next shocked Kim and would change his fate forever. "Call the cops!"

"What?" Kim retorted.

"You heard me, bitch," as he coughed up some blood. "Call the goddam cops! I am the one bleeding. I will tell them about how you broke into my house and attacked me like a crazy woman. They will believe me. You think I haven't been arrested? Those crazy little teen sluts tried to get me thrown in jail. I went to trial and got off. I celebrated by fucking one of the sluts' friends the next day."

Kim's seething anger turned to white-hot rage. She jumped on his chest, pinning his arms. She used a palm strike to shatter his nose. She then began striking his mouth, breaking his teeth. He was gagging as her powerful blows forced him to swallow the enamel.

Kim was screaming, "Fuck you asshole! I am going to beat the piss out of you, bastard!"

Kim's knuckles were bruised and covered in blood. She wiped her hands on a towel laying next to him. She was still seething as she looked at his almost toothless mouth. He was choking on his blood. In a low growl, he defiantly repeated, "Call the fucking cops."

She knew he was right. He would walk. The cops might not believe her story. These girls would not get justice. After his wounds heeled, he would go back to hurting women. This time it didn't matter if she made him cum on himself or even if she sterilized him. She knew what she had to do.

She jumped off his chest and then stepped between his legs. He automatically covered his balls with his hands. Without a word, she began pistoning her stiletto heel straight down onto his hands. He anger was still getting the best of her. When she thought about what this beast had done to those girls, her high heel became like a hammer. She could feel his fingers fracturing as she repeatedly slammed her shoe onto his hands and balls. She looked down and saw that his hands looked like bloody mangled hamburger. Most of his fingers lay in weird, broken angles. He was whimpering. She carefully used the toe of her shoe to move away his destroyed hands. She then reached down and pulled his pants off and began stroking him. Because she only hit him once in his balls, he got hard very quickly. His whimpers turned to moans. With a few quick jerks, he came all over his belly. She smiled and stepped back. She had been working with Cindy on this move for weeks with a cooked hotdog. She lined up the point of her stiletto heel with the opening of his still erect cock. In a flash, she plunged the heel from the head of his penis to his balls. He shrieked like a wounded animal. Just as Cindy predicted, his cock split straight down the middle and blood was gushing everywhere. She did it. She severed the artery with her shoe. His body began convulsing and seizing. He would be dead in five minutes. She walked over to next to his head. His screams were now nothing more than a low groan. She could see his eyes going glassy as he faded way. She took the heel of her shoe and smeared the blood onto his cheek. Tonight, the town was a little bit safer.

The next day, the news reported that Dick Bermuda was found dead in his home. The chief of police was interviewed. With a smirk, he noted that Dick had a lot of enemies and that it was probably a drug deal gone bad. There were no suspects and the police were closing the investigation.