Destroyed by Kate
By Dimbotted
Kate's new date does not have a much fun as he was expecting.


The bedroom door burst open. Kate fell through backwards with Jimmy next,
clumsily giggling and kissing. Once inside they let go of each other and managed 
to compose themselves for a few seconds. Jimmy pulled off his shirt, leaving him 
in just his jeans. He stood about 5'9" and was well built, clearly a gym-goer with a 
decent 6 pack and well-muscled arms.

Kate ripped off her tight, tank top, leaving her in a pair of grey yoga pants and 
matching top. Her tall, powerful figure was on show to Jimmy for the first time. 
Thick thighs below a perfect backside, rising to chiseled abs and outstanding 
breasts. Exactly the right size for her frame, beautifully pert, jutting out of her 
top showing the perfect amount of cleavage. Set atop well-toned arms, shoulders and 
neck, was an exquisite face framed with thick locks of blonde hair that had fallen 
from the high positioned ponytail that fell to the middle of her back.

Kate took a few steps toward Jimmy, gently pressing against him until they were 
at the wall. Kate looked down at Jimmy and continued the kissing, much more 
slowly this time. Jimmy's hands began to wander. He put his hands on her hips, 
quickly moving to her buttocks. His hands spent some time there, squeezing 
tightly, pulling their genitals together. He began to feel his way up her side, 
knowingly moving around and onto her breasts.

Kate broke off the kiss and moved her hands between her breasts and his. With 
palms together, she interlocked their fingers and slowly moved his hands up 
against the wall level with his own head. Her exceptional smile began to curl 
slightly at the left of her mouth, appearing slightly mischievous. Kate leaned in 
for a kiss, but slid down the side of his face, cheek to cheek, and sexily 
whispered:

"I am going to destroy you........ slowly"

The thought of this excited Jimmy further. To be sexually destroyed by this
female, even if it was only a one night stand, would be the highlight of his life to 
date, and most likely be the pinnacle of all his future sexual encounters. He hadn't 
noticed that Kate had not really meant it like that.

She slid their hands up the wall and moved back for one slow kiss, finishing
off by gently biting his lip while moving her head away. Jimmy's arms were now
fully straight, while Kate's were still bent, the clearest example of the night so 
far that she was at least 2 inches taller. The mischievous smile very quickly became 
obviously sinister. Jimmy felt that tonight was his night.

Her grip tightened, gently at first, but enough for Jimmy to notice something
out of the ordinary. His own smile turned into one of slight distress.

"That kinda hurts," he mentioned.

Kate's grip increased again, her fingers pressing hard into the back of his hand, 
while also closing together, squeezing his fingers, crushing the muscle against the 
bone.

"ARRGGGHHHHHHH. WHAT THE FUCK?" 

By now the mischievous smile had turned into pure evil. She straightened her
arms, lifting Jimmy off the floor, bringing his face level with hers. He had no 
choice but to look directly into her eyes. Kate leaned forward, pushing her breasts 
against his chest with just enough force to stop his screaming. His breathing 
became intense, panting frantically, searching for air. His eyes were filled with 
fear. She quickly moved in tighter, barely allowing any air into his lungs and 
doubled the pressure in her grip breaking bones in his hands and fingers. His 
screams were barely audible, his face bright red and his brain deprived of oxygen. 
His head slumped forward as he was about to pass out, at which point, Kate let go 
and stepped back, leaving him to collapse in a heap on the floor.

He panted, desperately trying to get fresh oxygen into his lungs. He was afraid, 
and very confused. He looked up and saw Kate turn around and walk a few steps 
towards the dresser. She seemed to be looking for something. She was acting very 
casually as if he wasn't even in the room. Maybe she thought he was unconscious? 
He quickly noticed that he was next to the door and it was slightly ajar. He tried 
to get up onto his knees using his hands, but pain was excruciating. He crumpled 
back to the floor. He couldn't use his hands to help himself up. He wanted to cry 
out, but he daren't make any noise in case Kate heard him and noticed what he 
was trying to do. He managed to get himself up onto his elbows and knees and 
started crawling awkwardly towards the door.

Kate looked over her shoulder and saw what was happening, but didn't seem too
concerned; Jimmy wasn't making much progress. He crawled a little further and
reached out for the door. She eventually stood up, walked quickly over to him
and hooked her hand under his belt. Then in one quick seamless motion, stood
up straight, pulled Jimmy off the floor, and brutally threw him across the room. 
He hit the wall upside down, bounced off and finally hit the floor, landing on 
his shoulders. Jimmy found himself with his legs up the wall, lying on his back 
looking up at the ceiling.

Kate made her way over to him. She bent over, grabbed him under his arms and
hauled him up to his feet, with his back to her front. She then tightly wrapped 
her left arm around his waist, and her right arm around his chest. 

Kate stood up straight, pulling Jimmy up a little higher and once again leaving 
him suspended off the floor. His head slumped forward barely conscious. She 
straightened out the fingers on her right hand and began to sensually caress his 
firm pecs. Without a doubt, Kate was attracted by the incredible condition of 
Jimmy's body. Her moving hand stopped over the left side of his chest. She 
spread her fingers wide and slowly started to apply pressure. If he had blacked 
out earlier, the piercing pain he felt woke him up with a shock. It didn't take 
Jimmy long to remember where he was and what was going on. All he could muster 
though was a murmur of a scream.

"Hi, Jimmy," she whispered. "I might as well let you know now, this is going to 
hurt."

She piled on the pressure of her right hand, pulling his body into hers, forcing 
Jimmy's ribs to almost breaking point. A terrifying, ear-piercing scream left his 
mouth. Her left arm constricted a little more making his breathing difficult. Kate's 
biceps almost doubled in size and her forearms swelled. A bead of sweat formed 
on her forehead as she tightened her hold a little more and pulled Jimmy's body in 
tighter.

His lungs felt permanently deflated. Her left arm was so tight around his midriff 
he thought she would split him in two! But the pressure between Kate's breasts 
and hand was causing most pain. He had no idea how long the bones in a human 
ribcage could withstand this kind of pressure, but he knew it wouldn't be too 
much longer.

Kate let off the pressure just enough for Jimmy to take a breath, and then pulled 
in with one mighty effort to try and cause some more damage.

CRACK!

The left side of his chest couldn't hold out any more. His scream was louder, a 
lot louder, but slightly garbled by the blood filling his mouth. Kate held the 
pose. Her right hand was causing unbearable amounts of pain without the need of 
more pressure. She tipped her head back, smiled wickedly and took a deep breath. 
Her long ponytail brushed against her taught backside. Her body wasn't quite at 
its limit, but she was still straining most muscles. Holding Jimmy's body in the 
air had been necessary to apply the most pressure through his torso, leaving her 
calves and thighs impressively large. Kate let off a little, with both arms, his 
horrifying wailing relented slightly. The grip of her left arm easily held Jimmy's 
weight as she moved her right hand up his chest, up his throat, and up under his 
chin. She took a firm but undamaging grip of his jaw, her thumb on one side, 
fingers on the other.

"It's time to make a mess of your pretty little face."

She tensed he right hand a little, relived a bit of the pressure from his waist, 
and moved Jimmy's body away from hers slightly, turning him to face her as she did. 
Her left arm fell down by her side. Jimmy's body was now suspended by her right 
hand, at his jaw. Kate squeezed, increasing the pressure quickly but not to 
breaking point. Jimmy could not make a sound; his screams could be seen in his 
eyes.

Kate stretched her arm out to its full extension. Jimmy's feet hovered about a foot 
from the floor. She was still making eye contact and, bizarrely, he couldn't break 
his gaze from hers.

The compression on Jimmy's jaw was increasing slowly. Kate's eyes narrowed
slightly as she applied more pressure, her extended arm shaking slightly from the 
exertion of this feat of strength. His jawbone was beginning to bend. The pain was 
unbearable. Jimmy began to fight back. It was the first time his arms and legs had 
been free from Kate's grip. He thrashed his legs, making good contact with Kate's 
torso. He didn't cause any damage, but it was a making Kate's job much harder. 
She squeezed her right hand as tightly as she could which caused Jimmy's 
attention to divert to his jaw. His arms came up and, despite the pain in his hands 
and fingers, he began attempting to pry Kate's fingers from his jaw.

Kate began to feel the strain, her body now red hot and dripping in sweat. Her arm 
was beginning to ache, straining to its limit. She was close to giving up the jaw- 
breaking exercise, and Jimmy's flailing wasn't helping. She released the grip 
slightly, lowered Jimmy to the floor and forced his body quickly towards the wall 
behind, dragging his feet as they went. Jimmy's head smashed into the soft plaster 
wall. She leant into Jimmy using her legs to push through her body and poured on 
the pressure through her right arm and hand.

She gritted her teeth tightly together, and the muscle in her body exploded in size. 
Kate pushed and squeezed, forcing the top half of Jimmy's body further into the 
wall. Jimmy's eyes widened but he was a tired and broken man. He couldn't fight 
back. He longed for this to end. He stayed conscious, despite efforts otherwise. 
He could see Kate was now putting everything she had into it. Her fingertips were 
bright red. They had long since pierced the skin around Jimmy's mouth. An 
animalistic roar left Kate's mouth, she put every last ounce of strength and energy 
into this one cruel act. Her only goal, the only thing that Kate could think about, 
was snapping Jimmy's jaw. Her fingertips had now dug so far into his face that 
they were touching bone. She didn't have a lot left, but she wouldn't relent.

Jimmy was still alert, able to witness everything. He was looking at Kate's face; 
pure grit and determination filled her exquisite features. She was perhaps as 
beautiful as when they had first entered the room, but with the extra emotion 
somehow making her even more appealing. She pushed a little harder, which 
tilted Jimmy's head back leaving him no longer able to see down to her.

"FUCCCKKKING DIE!"

Kate was angry. She HAD to do this. She relieved the pressure of both her arm
and hand a fraction. Kate tipped her head forward, took an enormous breath,
looked back up at Jimmy, and quickly clamped the thumb-and-finger vice back
around Jimmy's jaw. It ended in a second, but seemed to take minutes. One last
superhuman effort brought together the digits on Kate's hand, breaking Jimmy's
jaw in at least two places. In apparent celebration of what she had just achieved, 
Kate wrapped her left hand around the back Jimmy's neck, removed her right 
hand from his drooping face and thrust his body into the air. Jimmy was 
unconscious but still breathing... just.

Kate stumbled backwards as a result of the burden she had just placed on her
body, but managed to regain her balance, keeping her arm extended and Jimmy's
body hanging in the air. Her left arm was practically fresh, so the instant clamp 
she applied to the top of Jimmy's spine was comparatively easy. But, with what 
she just endured, she did not have the energy to apply enough pressure to finish 
him off.

Kate bent her left arm bringing Jimmy down close, put her right hand under his
backside, and stooped down placing her head against his back. Slightly bent-
over, she held the pose for a few seconds while she reclaimed some strength.
After a few deep breaths, Kate summoned most of what she had left and rose, 
with Jimmy spread across her back. She bounced a couple of times, getting his 
almost-lifeless form comfortable across her shoulders, then placed her left hand 
across Jimmy's throat and her right hand across his hips.

"JIMMY," she shouted.

She wanted him awake for this.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP, JIMMY!!"

She bounced again a couple more times trying to bring him round.

"JIMMMYYY!!" she screamed as she pulled down on both arms bending his 
back painfully backwards.

Jimmy came to, more or less. His eyes opened and he groaned his 
acknowledgement of Kate's shouting. He assumed he was lying on the floor, why
else would he be looking up at the ceiling, but soon realised he was too close to 
the light fitting to be on the floor and assumed the pointy objects in his back 
were Kate's shoulders. His face and head were banging, like he was constantly being 
hit with a hammer. His chest felt like a car was resting on it, and now his back 
was being bent backwards.

Kate pulled down with all her might. Hoping to hear the noise of Jimmy's back 
snapping. But it wasn't enough, and this time she knew it. She held him, pinned 
across her muscular shoulders, as tightly as she could; it was still causing him 
pain after all. Just as Jimmy was about to slump back into a painful slumber, Kate 
adjusted her grip on him, moving both hands under his body. She paused, keeping 
him balanced, but most importantly alive. Kate bent her knees slightly and, with 
one last push, straightened her powerful legs, forcing herself and her arms up and 
straight, leaving Jimmy inches away from the ceiling. She grabbed hold of 
Jimmy's jeans and gently tightened the grip of her left hand around his neck. 

Jimmy was not just dropped onto Kate's knee, spine first. He was pulled. He was 
thrown. As hard as Kate could manage, she launched his body downwards, 
rapidly lifted her knee and made sure that at the point of contact as much damage 
as was possible was done.

Jimmy lay bent backwards over Kate's knee. She held his weight as long as she 
could, then lowered her leg dropping him onto the floor. His position was fixed, 
his legs almost at right angles to his neck where Kate had mangled his body. She 
was panting heavily, sweat dripping over every part of her exposed body. She 
looked down at Jimmy's body. Curious to know how far she had taken him, Kate 
bent down, and checked his pulse. 

He was dead.