Road Kill By kickfan, s.adamdrake@att.net Heidi takes an old farmer for a 'joy ride' on a country road. Her doe-like blue eyes eagerly scan the rear view mirror for the pick- up truck making a futile attempt to tail her for several miles now. Just when it seems to catch up within a car length or two, she floors it again, toying with him, making the V8 growl, beckoning his attention with 'the finger'; giggling as she effortlessly speeds away. Over the next hill, Heidi's cerulean eyes brighten as she notices a short break in the seemingly endless cornfields. She comes up fast on the gravel covered access road to her right. She smirks, flashing a glance back at the truck, struggling to keep pace with her muscle car; biting her bottom lip as she hits the brakes, making sure he doesn't miss her. The wide rear performance tires dig the dirt covered berm as the back-end fishtails, kicking up a heavy cloud of dust to signal her new course. "Come on asshole, turn, do it... please do it!" The teen's determined look turns to a coy smile as she sees the old Chevy swing onto the side road in pursuit. Heidi jumps on the gas again. "Yeahhh, that's right. Com'n get me." The girl clenches her teeth, her tight fist jamming the gear-shift down to forth as she pops the clutch hard. The fat chrome wheels spin as the thick tread digs down deep, tearing and spitting out gravel at the approaching truck, goading him to follow her powerful machine down the lonely country road. The late summer corn stalks loom high above on both sides of the vehicles, providing total cover from the main road's travelers. "Perfect, this is sooo perfect," the girl nods her head enthusiastically; a smile of anticipation grows across her youthful face as she stomps down on the brakes and pulls the responsive sports car to a sliding halt. Her wide eyes narrow as she whips her head around, flashing a curious look back through dark bangs as the old man's beat up truck skids to a jerky stop behind her. Heidi turns quickly back to the rearview mirror studying her pursuer with a broad smile as he snarls red-faced obscenities with one fist clenched, pounding the windshield, while the other scribbles something on the dashboard...most likely her license plate number. His smug, fuming look says 'I got you now, there's no where to run'. The persistent fool swallowed her initial bait miles back, nearly running him into a ditch; now she has him on her playground...it had been sooo long since she played. The girl's intense eyes watch his every gesture, panting softly with hasty breaths for the signal. Her grip wrings, nearly bends, the steering wheel with white knuckle concentration; her fingernails digging its firm leather cover. "Come on you fuck, get out! Damn, this is sooo great, sooo perfect!" Heidi's squeezing hands relax as she sucks in a quick breath, lightly pounding the steering wheel, squealing with delight as the man pushes open the door of the rusty old four by four. He lumbers out, slightly hunched over, his face is a weathered map of wrinkles, his lips baring nasty yellowed teeth, spewing inaudible remarks as he slams the door shut, shaking his beet red face at her car. "Oh yeaaahh, you're gonna be fun, LOTS of fun." The girl giggles, quivering, bunching up her thick shoulders as euphoria rushes through her; that rare, wonderful tingle reserved for moments like this. With a calming sigh, she casually swings her athletic, compact form around, rising from the shiny black Shelby Cobra Mustang. The burly old man wears work-worn overalls and those funny looking, red rubber work boots. His livid impetus mollifies as she turns and faces him with a tight smile. The man is taken aback. He could not have imagined what he beholds from the obscured view from his speeding truck. A pretty, petite teenager, perhaps, but a road menace nonetheless, the variety that sends his blood pressure through the roof. But, when this creature steps from the low-slung muscle car, the man is consumed with a sudden unease, a distinctly uncomfortable feeling. ANY man would feel distress by what HE sees. The girl is simply dressed to kill. There is no other way to say it. That glossy black leather mini skirt hugs a pair of shapely, muscular thighs, the girl's curvaceous hips, and her round, bunchy, gymnast's ass. To say her skirt rides 'suggestively high' would be a tremendous understatement. He stares wide-eyed as she swings around and cocks that hard ass for him as she turns away and slams shut her door. Only 5'3", she has a powerfully developed look about her. It is obvious she has made herself to look this way, what with the muscular arms and legs she packs, and that provocative, dick-stiffening get-up. But, there is something effectively dangerous about this girl; the farmer feels it. He feels it as clearly as his aching joints warn him a storm is brewing. The pale, sickened look on his face says this whole thing is a mistake, that 'sorry lil' darling' smile spreading on his thin lips as she pirouettes around and bores an icy stare right through him. A tight sleeve-less top of pearl-white spandex off-sets the black mini. It is cropped just below her ribcage, showing off her tanned, super- taut tummy and sinewy arms. But it is her legs, those wild legs, which capture his eyes. Those calves, wide and jaggedly muscular, something the old farmer has never seen on a woman, any woman. The girl makes an ordinary woman look sickly. The sweeping quadriceps knot above her knees, all meaty and thick like, as if her legs might crumple one of the farmer's large metal milk canisters if she wants. He cannot connect the girl's obvious brawn and physical development with the innocent angelic face under that adorable mop of glistening chestnut hair. She is nearly bare, a silken tan sculpture in pouting full lips, wide sapphire eyes and high model cheekbones; a deadly feline hard body cloaked in a youthful façade. Even at his age, her advanced physique and beauty bring on a rush of randy hormones he hasn't felt in many years. The conflicting emotions of fear and arousal bring forth a coat of bead up sweat on his brow. He mindlessly wipes his forehead with the back of his hand trying to think. The heels of her dangerously sexy spaghetti strapped stiletto pumps dig in the gravel with deliberate grinding crunches, accentuating the sharp jut of her diamond shaped calves. The girl's tiny bronzed waistline undulates, flexing and relaxing her noticeable abdominals with each exaggerated step, with each deep breathe. Her posture screams confidence. She rolls her shoulders back and expands her chest. She knows this makes the old fart breathless, confused. The power she wields turns her on. The tingling sensation of the inevitable confrontation hardens the girl's shapely tits and makes them solid, pushing hard on the tight spandex; the top straps of her bra lift off her front as her breasts swell. The old man's eyes shift about the teen's upper body; he is confounded by the shapeliness of this petite cutie's shoulders. They are unusually athletic and full, even for a fit woman, never mind a young girl. Her supple, able looking arms swing confidently with her strutting steps. She approaches within a body length of his frozen position and adopts a self-assured stance, legs spread shoulder width and her hip slightly cocked. With her hands circling her narrow waist, Heidi bats those wide innocent eyes Bambi sweet as she speaks with a little girl timbre. "Problem with my driving? Huh? Huh, old..... Fuck." She tilts her head sideways at him, her mouth hanging open. She tilts it farther over to drive home her impudent manner. She shakes him from his daydream with her brash way. Her feisty verbal slap erases his silly grin. "You, you almost killed me pulling out like that back there young lady, what gives?" he asks with a mixture of confusion, anger, and a sudden loss of confidence. "I-I had the right of way. You need to..." "Yeah-yeah-yeah. You can drop dead, old man. Hear me? Drop-the-fuck-dead." She cuts him off sharply, giving him that same open-mouthed lazy stare with a smirk of 'try me' on her cute face. The man's lips are clenched in anger; the accusatory finger hangs motionless with a loss for words as the girl giggles at his frustration, crinkling her nose. His outburst is imminent; his furious eyes widen as his wrinkled face vibrates. He suddenly lurches toward her with a reaching arm and bellowing, "You little bitch!" She explodes on him with uncorked ferocity. His snarling, agape face makes an inviting target for the well-trained teen as she leaps up directly towards him. Her tight skirt hikes up on her taut hips as she coils her legs. Her crotch reaches eye level with his startled gaze. His frozen eyes catch a glimpse of white panties before a blur sends his world spinning. The girl's left leg blasts straight out, the jumping snap kick smashes upward through his chin with power and that chills to witness; the girl's foot thrusts through his face with brutal results. The pointed toe of her leather pump instantly snaps his head back and crosses his eyes; his arms flailing as his six foot form tumbles onto the hood of the rust-brown Chevy. He never sees her leg uncoil or the speeding foot coming, just the explosive sensation of white hot pain in his jaw and a sudden force sending him reeling. Her lethal kick can break a man's neck if she wants; execute him. She holds back on this old man for the prolonged game. His back and head slam the hood of the truck with a thud. Heidi titters cutely as she struts back and forth before him, waiting for his senses to return; her lilting laughter mocks the overmatched farmer who gropes in a frantic way on the hood for dentures that slide off to the dirt below, the blood welling up in the man's throbbing mouth as he looks down at them near his boots, blinking, trying to see straight. "Yeah, asshole! Don't bother looking. You won't need them anymore. You fucked up big time." Heidi giggles with a condescending tone as she dances in front of him, playfully rocking her hips side to side, fists clenched under of her chin in a loose fighting stance looking far too sexy and deadly for any girl her age. "Come onnnn, I'm booored. Fight me, shit-shoveler...fight me. Come onnnn, teach me that lesson." Heidi hisses through a bright white smile, her dark bangs flutter in the breeze over her eyes, laughing mockingly at his disorientated condition. With a roar of embarrassment and anger, he shakes his leathery face as he pushes off the hood. He never gets past the first step before the girl lays into him with a wicked combination. Snap! Thwack! Thwack! Whump! "Pathetic fuck!" Heidi giggles down at him as she struts, as she dances, around the old farmer sliding down the quarter panel, crumpling to the berm below. Now prone, only his upper back is supported by the front wheel. The girl teases him and flexes, flexes her legs. She watches him watch her. She shows it off, and it frightens the old man. She watches how he stares as she shows off her muscles. He swallows. The girl likes this. His changing state makes her feel hot and hungry. She coos at the old man, her bright eyes switching back and forth between her extended calf and his frozen face. Her full lips part in that nonchalant curious look as she grinds the point of her black pump in the gravel between his legs, balling up her meaty leg. She clenches her teeth, staring through him as she breathes more rapidly, frightening him. It all happens so quickly, he can't follow her moves. All he can do is provide a sure target as he lunges forward. The petite hellcat fires her shiny pointed shoe into the side of his head with a vicious roundhouse kick; her instep slams his head with concussive effect, punishing his brain with nauseating ringing. As he careens off the truck, the teen spins around and nails the other side of his face with a spinning crescent kick. Her stiff muscular leg whips around high and fast like a homerun swing as she lets out a high pitched martial-arts scream. The outer edge of her shoe cracks through his cheekbone with destructive force and the three inch razor heel slices him cheek to nose in the follow-through. The powerful kick torques his head and body. He screams in pain, the momentum of the strike spinning him back into the cab of the truck. "Ooooooh!" Heidi cutely squeals through clenched teeth, enjoying the domination as he bounces off the truck directly into her next furious spinning technique. The girl's solid upper body uncoils, wind milling her straight sinewy right arm around in a blur, the backside of her knuckled fist blasts through his rubbery jaw, spraying the air with blood and stringy drool. As he staggers backward, wobbling and buckling at the knees, she jumps him like a panther. Without mercy, the girl thrusts her lithe thigh upward; her knee catches him flush under the jaw on his downward momentum, slamming the back of his head into the door of his truck, denting the metal with a crunching thud. So here he is, a moaning beaten mess, completely disoriented, arms limply waving, eyes welling, begging feebly with a broken jaw and blood filled mouth, begging to just let bygones be bygones. His face swells with welts and lacerations from the brutal pasting. He cannot speak intelligibly, and just whimpers and moans through his traumatized maw, pleading desperately with his eyes. "Fuck your begging, you dumb asshole. Tailing me. Acting sooo tough. Come on... show me, show the little girl how tough you are. Show me." Her voice is calm, cold and merciless as her leather pump punctuates her final words, kicking his face. With a nimble hop to his right, Heidi smacks the kneeling man's tormented features with a flurry of side kicks flush with his nose and mouth. His head snaps back and forth in rhythm with each flashing strike from her right foot. Blood speckles the side door window above him as he elicits anguished staccato cries between the merciless kicks. She lets up, allowing him to clutch his busted nose as he falls forward to the dirt. "Hurts huh? Get worse. Betcha wish you never followed me. Right?" Heidi straddles him, grabbing the old timer, digging her sharp nails into the backs of his ears, pulling his form into an erect position, back on his shaky knees. "Now, look at me, asshole. I want you to beg. Beg nice. Beg me not to fucking kill you." There is something detached about the girl. Her deep blue eyes study her own reflection in the blood splattered window. "I said beg me!" She closes her eyes. She listens for it, listens calmly. "Beg...Beyyyg." She wants to hear him. She likes weak pleas. The girl's likes it a lot as he starts crying. A disrespectful grin forms on those thick, pouting lips. She begins to rock her hips in a circular motion. "Beg me." She listens to the man sob like a child. He whimpers. It turns her on. She bites softly on her bottom lip and works her palms against his temples and digs her sharp nails deeper into his skin, coaxing the man. "Beg me." Her voice is deep and commanding. Heidi's legs lock out stiff, swelling and knotting up the thick tan thighs as she leans slightly forward, leaning into him, her fingers clenching, working the sides of his skull. "Beg. Beg me. Beyyyg meee!" She hisses and lets off a chesty sigh as she shakes her head. "Yeaaah, that's it. That's it," bringing herself to attention, to her imminent slaughter. Slowly shaking her head at him, "I love doing this sooo much. Ooooh... yeahhhh. Lots!" The vixen moans with delight and her smirk gets cruel with the old man as she stares down through dark bangs into his watery eyes. He babbles. He cries. "He is old," no shit, she thinks. "He's real stupid," his mistake. 'It'll never happen again,'... she'll make sure. 'Just get him get to a doctor,' yeah, right. The teen licks her lips and snaps her head back, flinging that wind blown silky mop back from her eyes, his pathetic whines are background music, unimportant. Without looking down, Heidi draws back her right leg and piston's her knee forward and upward into his skull. She compounds the damaging effect by her jerking his head down into driving leg. The blast rips his head from her grip, throwing him backwards, adding another dent to the truck as his skull bounces off. Heidi watches his body slump over, twitching. He is near death, it's obvious. She struts around him, biting her thick lower lip, hands on thighs, rubbing herself, walking over his heaving back. She casually squats down and grabs a clump of his blood matted hair, twisting it sharply in her strong grip as she giggles with glee through clenched teeth, watching blood ooze from the mangled features. Heidi's fingers curl tightly, pulling him by the scalp, jerking back his head and propping him erect in a sitting position, readying him for another knee blast. The head seems sufficiently stationary. She stares through the dust and grime of the driver's side window. "Say bye-bye to the fucking pigs, old man. Say bye to the sheep you fucking loser." Her register is ominously low and distant. The power in her knee to his face is explosive, the concussion to the front of the skull so sharp and so fast that the man's neck whiplashes back in violent fashion. She smiles at the simultaneity of her hit, the thud, the head sounding like a coconut wrapped in a towel and batted by an oak two-by-four, the backward slam of his head, and the spray of blood across the dried mud on the truck's door and window. Death gurgles churn deep in his throat as he convulses in jerky spasms; a mortally wounded animal on the side of the road. "Yeah, that's it. Yeaaahhh! Come on fucker, make noise for me; make that noise. I like that, a lot." Heidi reaches down and snatches his bloody hair again with hurried pleasure. She snarls with satisfaction, the loose feel in his neck, the way his head moves easily, twisting the farmer's skull side to side as the mouth gurgles a final time. Heidi smiles as she cocks her head in a childlike look of curiosity at the rubbery pliability of his broken neck. "You are soooo fucked, mister", the girl whispers to him with a little giggle. His slumped shoulders twist around unnaturally away from a normal body position to his head, hanging free and loose from stabilizing control of the spine. He turns aimlessly like a mobile strung from the ceiling. A stern look comes over Heidi's sweet face as she realizes it is time to end this; end him. This time her intent is to shatter, to break the skull. She straddles his limp form, gripping his scalp firmly in one vascular fist, pulling his head to the perfect striking height as she braces him against the door and rears back with a determined look. This ending strike is more deliberate, meant to fracture the skull upon impact, so obvious by the inhuman force she applies to it, unloading her entire body into the concentrated strike. She pistons her knee into the front of the skull, driving deep into him, her hit splintering wide the bones in his face, softening the old man's head, emphasizing the impact with a high pitched martial arts scream echoing down the quiet road. The impact from the blow sounds like a bat splattering a bucket of wet plaster. His head gives. She deforms it. His body lurches, lifting from the gravel and slams violently into the driver side door. The back of his mangled skull makes a liquidy thud against the crumpled side panel. He slides down to the gravel, his face battered beyond recognition, his head twisted around at a perverse angle to his prone body, eyes open, unmoving. Heidi catches her breath as she leans against the cab, straddling his form and presses her sharp heel into his cheek. She giggles playfully as his leg and arm twitch in some fatally injured nervous system spasm. She raises her spiked pump over his upturned face with her muscular calf spreading thick and wide in coiled position; air bubbles and blood percolate from his mashed face, running off and pooling around his head. With a calm disciplinarian tone Heidi thrusts her lethal calf powered foot downward into his face. "NEVER...," the girl stomps the old man's head, "EVER...," again, "FUCK...," and again, harder this time, "with this girl... EVER!" and the teen drives her heel into his head a last time. Heidi breaths heavily, rolling his face side to side with the sole of her shoe, examining her work with an indifferent stare; the deep heel wounds perforating his face and imploded left eye socket. The deadly sexy youth finally comes back to her senses and looks quickly around her. The corn fields are silent, just the distant sound of a passing vehicle on the main road a quarter mile away. She cocks her head sideways to stare at his face, sighing in relief with a cute looking 'got away with it' smile. Her blue eyes travel up to the driver's side window, noticing the paper scrap on the dashboard with her license plate number scribbled on it. Rather than risk incriminating finger prints, Heidi nonchalantly turns sideways, chambers in her right leg and snaps it through the side window, shattering it to tiny fragment across the bench seat. The teen insouciantly steps up on the dead man's chest and face, carefully reaching in the cab. Her shapely calves flex with furrowed cuts as she goes up on her toes, stretching hard to grab the proof; a surreal sight to behold, the little vixen showing off her athletic legs for her dead victim, using his face as a step stool. She steps off his face and wipes her blood stained shoes off on his denim as she looks through him apathetically. She steps back and checks herself in the reflection of the small rear side window. The hot looking teen licks her lips, flicks her hair back and throws a playful air kiss to her reflection with a crinkle nosed smile as she waves bye-bye to the dead old farmer at her feet without a look, pivoting away from the carnage. Her panties are moist; that itchy tingle of a kill. But now is not the time for a victory session on some old dirt road. No, there are more pressing urges as her tummy rumbles. "God I'm hungry, hope that diner is still serving breakfast, fucking farmer got me side-tracked." She struts away, ass twitching dangerously behind her leather mini skirt with those calves jutting in defined diamond swells, reflecting in the one remaining lifeless eye of the 'road kill' behind her as she struts back to her idling Mustang and speeds off. Comments, suggestions, and constructive criticism welcome.