Heidi's spring 'break', part 2
By kickfan, s.adamdrake@att.net
Heidi pays an unexpected house call to her school counselor for some extracurricular activities.


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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