TIME TO PLAY
By Kickfan, s.adamdrake@att.net
Heidi visits the home of an on-line predator.


This is the text portion of an illustrated story I did for LH-Art with a
talented artist from Greece named Tomy Tsalis some months back. He did the
fantastic drawing at the top of my story page. The complete story is available
through at www.lhart.com in All Amazon #22 if you are interested in seeing the
work.

I hope to get something new written soon for you Heidi fans, sorry for the
long lapse since the last story. As always, comments and criticism welcome.
Thanks for all the supportive e-mails. Kickfan

The fired up little teen had everything worked out. This sick fuck, no matter
who he really was, would pay so big. Screw the police; they moved too damn
slow, too much red tape. Not to mention they had proven their incompetence far
too often in this town with botched investigations all over the news. No
matter, this time justice would be served... if this girl had anything to say
about it.

Heidi struts down the street, her shiny black stiletto heels clicking in a
deliberate rhythm. She reads the 'hit and miss' numbers off the irregularly
distributed houses in this dilapidated, seedy neighborhood. Her sapphire eyes
narrow and brow furrows beneath dark chestnut bangs as her thoughts drift back
to the frantic, trembling voice on the phone. It was a desperate call from
Lisa, co-captain on the varsity gymnastics team and the closest thing she had
to a best friend.

Her voice sounded utterly hysterical, babbling almost nonsensically about
someone she had met on an internet chat room she secretly logged on almost
religiously. This guy seemed so nice, about the same age, a senior varsity
quarterback at a school across town... yeah, too good to be true. He said all
the right things to gain her trust, and over the course of a month or so, they
communicated practically daily. She felt as if she could picture him in her
mind; her perfect hot, clean-cut jock. She agreed, with slight trepidation, to
meet face-to-face. She felt worried that she would not live up to her internet
persona, that she would be a let down. They would meet at his house and go see
a movie close by in town. She wasn't all that familiar with the area and
address he gave her, so she took her bicycle to search it out a couple days
prior to their rendezvous, not wanting to seem like some stupid chick by
getting lost on their first date.

What she found there made her blood run ice cold and erased her innocent
concepts of humanity in a singular moment no nightmare could prepare her for.

Her voice quivered almost incoherently over the phone as she relived the
incident for Heidi. No one seemed to be home, the curtains were drawn shut,
the house sounded silent, no car in the gravel driveway, but strangely, the
front door was slightly ajar, possibly left open in haste the girl thought as
she dismounted her bike. As she neared the front porch, she detected a nasty
bitter smell wafting from the doorway, a pungent, strangely familiar odor she
could not place. Naive curiosity wins over her normally cautious behavior; she
walked up the creaking steps to the porch and knocked lightly on the heavy
wood door. Unexpectedly it pushed open just enough for daylight to stream in
and illuminate the clutter of empty pizza boxes and beer bottles scattered
about shabby old furniture. The disgusting visual seems to justify the odor in
her mind; just a typical annoying male trait she had seen her older brother
exhibit on surprise visits to his fraternity house. She shrugs it off with a
smile as her eyes trail to the far wall of the room. Her focus stops on a huge
collage of photos pinned to a large cork bulletin board hanging on the wall
next to a small computer desk. Lisa pushed the door further, her curiosity
really getting the best of her judgment, the sunlight spreading across the
darkened room, brightly illuminating the far wall. She blinked her eyes to
focus, not believing the visions her eyes were showing her. She stepped in the
doorway a couple feet closer, allowing her clear detail of the terrible 4x6
glossy images before her. The shocking sight made her breath stop short and
mind spin; her feet lead-like, body rigid; frozen in fear. Her unwavering eyes
grow wide at the countless photos of girls; some her age, some even younger,
but they are not happy or smiling like in normal pictures she has seen and
been part of all her life. All of these girls have their limbs bound and some
wear gags. All are either completely or partially naked with terrible marks or
bruises on them. Some have blank vacant looks, as if drugged or beyond caring
anymore, or worse. Some seem more alert with blinding terror burning in their
glassy, doll-like eyes. Lisa's young body trembles involuntarily. She
convulsed as a strong wave of nausea overtook her senses; no innocent mind
should have to process this insane information.

"Oh, ohhh m-my god" she whispers, shaking violently as her head suddenly whips
around to a close-by noise, thankfully breaking off the surreal magnetism of
the photos.

The rusty creak and harsh snap of a screen door opening and shutting from
somewhere beyond this nightmarish scene slapped the panic-stricken sixteen-
year-old out of her trance. She wheeled around, bumping her head into the
doorframe, stumbling off the porch, and ran for her life. She flew right past
her new mountain bike without even a look and ran like she never knew she
could, never looking back. The distant sound of the heavy door slamming shut
echoed and sent a pin prickling surge of terror through the girl as she broke
into a hysterical fit. But she kept on running... and running, far beyond
exhaustion, all the way home.

Lisa felt ashamed and confusion as she confessed the tale to Heidi. She was
terrified to tell her parents about this whole nightmarish mess. They would
surely ground her and take away her computer if they knew what she had been
doing in her bedroom. Meeting strange men in chat rooms was definitely not the
academic reason they agreed to buy her that beautiful desktop system.

"But what about those girls, the pictures, Heidi, I-I can't get them out of my
mind, my god, what if..." Lisa breaks down sobbing, unable to fathom the
possibilities.

Heidi firmly assures her everything will be all right; do not panic. She has a
plan and will need Lisa's help. Over the course of the next few days, Heidi
sits with her friend during the routine chat time while she continues these
communications with Rod. She apologizes to him for not being able to keep
their 'date' but something came up suddenly and just couldn't make it it.
Heidi sets the new date for early Saturday afternoon. The ominous red flags
fly when he asks Lisa to keep their date a secret and to tell her parents she
was spending the day and possibly later with one of her friends, shopping and
a movie, something like that. That way her 'rents wouldn't worry about her
being out late. They can have all the time they need to get to know each other
really well. Heidi and Lisa look at each other blankly. Lisa shakes her head
slowly; the fearful look returns to her pretty, innocent face as the guilt for
being so gullible fills her eyes with tears. Heidi's cute understanding look
turns confident and intense as she nods knowingly, giving Lisa a strong hug,
telling her she will take care of everything, just leave it all to her.

Heidi exited the bus a couple blocks from the street address Lisa wrote down
with directions. It is a section of the city that young girls like Lisa and
Heidi do not, and should not frequent. The area is a mixture of abandoned
warehouses, boarded up or dying businesses and very low rent housing. Rundown
houses pepper the depressed streets between empty lots and hollow buildings.
Her thoughts return to the present, to the sound of her clicking heels as she
sees the sign across the street, 15 Blaylock.

"Shit Lisa, what in the world were you thinking coming here?" Heidi glances at
the address on the paper for confirmation and then looks up at the house as
she brushes the silky strands of hair away from her bright cerulean eyes. She
sighs deeply, her gaze narrows resolutely and lips purse as a strong pulse
begins to pound within the walls of her golden sinewy body. She crumples the
sheet of paper in a tight white-knuckled fist and tosses it down on the curb
behind her, walking slowly down a narrow alleyway to survey the modest brown
box house from the sides. Black curtains are drawn shut on every window just
like Lisa described. Heidi can smell a hint of that foul, unfamiliar odor her
friend mentioned as she rounds the rear of the house where a small tool shed
sits in a modest overgrown fenced in backyard. Heidi cannot tell if anyone is
inside through the rusty screen door but she is suddenly alert to the sound of
footsteps scuffing on gravely pavement up the alley beyond the wood fence. The
teen carefully exits the broken rear gate to see who is approaching.

He has a lanky, dirt bag look with piss yellow hair; Heidi guesses he is in
his early to mid twenties by his look and since he is carrying a couple cases
of beer; a large bag of chips lay on top of the cans. His height seems around
six feet or so but his gangly build makes him look taller. His sallow
complexion and apparent lack of serious muscle tone tell Heidi everything she
needs to know about him physically, 'he ain't no quarterback'. Heidi smirks as
she watches him approach, thinking, if this is the creep; oh, what fun she
will have. Losers like him are so easy to waste. Heidi smiles coyly, looking
up at the unshaven pockmarked face of the adult with a fresh cheerful smile.

"You must be Rod, right? Sorry if I'm a little early." Heidi's voice drips
like honey off her tongue, sweet and innocent with a high, soft timbre.

This girl takes the man aback, mouth agape. How could he get so damn lucky? He
really hit the jackpot with this internet catch.

"Well hi there uhh 'Little Early' You are definitely 'lil somethin', that's
for DAMN sure." He grins goofily and chuckles at his lame attempt at a joke,
showing Heidi his stained yellowish teeth.

'He is sooo gross, obviously a total smoker with no clue about any hygiene,
yuck.' Heidi pictures a single kick shattering those nasty front teeth, which
bring forth a cute giggle; she pretends to be appreciating his lame humor.

"So you're Lisa huh? Wow, somehow I thought you'd look, uhhh, different, but
hey, those gymnastics must be more grueling than football!" He stares at the
petite teenager, in awe of her beauty and the amazingly tight build of her
muscular tan body. Pop is going to be very happy about this one, heck maybe
he'll let me do her first this time.

"Yeah, I thought you would look different too Rod, funny, huh. What; don't you
like me? Is my little outfit... too much for ya? I thought I would wear
something...oh, a little sexy. I know how much you football players love the
cheerleader look. Hope it doesn't turn you off, big guy." Heidi tilts her
head, pouting with a shy little girl smirk, rubbing her fingers down her fully
exposed washboard abdomen, circling the golden little barbell piercing the top
of her tight belly button as she cocks her hard shelf-like ass out to the side
in a pose too sexy to handle. She knows exactly how to play a total moron like
this, to keep them off balance; they are sooo easy. She lightly licks her
upper lip then slowly bites down on the lower one as she runs her eyes
seductively down his long frame. Her game instantly produces an effect on him
as proven by the growing bulge shooting down the leg of his grimy jeans. Heidi
giggles girlishly as she covers her mouth, "I guess someone down there reeealy
likes what he sees, humm?" She squeals followed by another cute giggle.

The man turns beet red, flustered by her observation and his complete lack of
control; he hastily puts down the cases of beer to adjust himself. The teen
loves how easy it is for her to put him in this awkward position. Enough small
talk, I am sooo ready, let's get fucking serious, she thinks to herself,
nodding in acknowledgement as she skips back a step to give herself a little
extra birth to maneuver.

"So who's your drinking buddy Rod, humm? Or were you planning on getting 'lil
'ol under-aged me reeeally drunk and then.... 'do me'...just like all those
other little girls up on your wall in that shithole you call home, humm...
nim-Rod?" Heidi asks cuttingly and rhetorically in a sassy offhanded tone as
he stares at her. He is at a near panicked loss, angry and dumbfounded at how
this hot little minx knows what is actually going on. He looks around for any
witnesses; everything could be blown out here if she starts screaming. He dons
a twisted smile and looks back at the girl.

"Well baby, why don't you and I just go on in and I'll show you just what I
have in mind. Hell, our beer is getting warm out here. Let's head in and party
all fuckin' day and night little girl." He chuckles nervously as he slowly
ambles toward her wearing a menacing grin that makes Heidi's skin crawl; her
lethal instincts instantly kick in to overdrive.... time to play.

Rocking her neck side to side, she subconsciously loosens up a little. Heidi
rolls her shoulders as she bounces nimbly in her sexy high strapped pumps,
skipping back a step out of his reach as he extends his arms out to grab her,
"Alright dirt-bag, let me show you how I like to party."

He has no chance to comprehend her statement or make any defensive reaction;
the young 3rd degree black belt completely overwhelms him without mercy.
Without the aid of visual observation, the brutal display sounds like a
frenzied melee with continual harsh smacks, heavy thuds, sharp cracks; each
rapid-fire blow induces a pain-ridden cry, gasp or moan reverberating off the
narrow alley walls. The surreal sight is not a free- for-all, just a one-sided
massacre. The phenomenal, lethal skills of the teenage vixen render the
full-grown man completely senseless in a matter of seconds without even
breaking a sweat. Her furious assault sends him reeling around like a rag
doll. Before he knows what has happened, he is sliding down the concrete wall,
oblivious, almost unconscious.

Her opening sequence is blindingly fast; leaping up towards him, her
lightweight skirt billows out as her back foot sets down. Her front leg curls
tight in with her knee at chest height. She lets out a strong kiiaah as she
snaps out her leather-soled heel, whipping it into the underside of his jaw.
Before he can see straight, Heidi skips gracefully in front of him and fires a
flurry of spinning back fists, cracking wicked upward strikes into his nose
and the sides of his long bony face as she whirls around like a prima
ballerina. Her striking accuracy is expert caliber; her facial targets welt
red from the damaging power of her sinewy whipping arms as fist after knuckled
fist blasts into his head like compact sledgehammers. Over the past ten years,
her hard-calloused hands and feet have shattered enough timber and concrete
slabs to create a small house. His head snaps back and forth violently, his
jaw turns slack and rubbery, unable to cope with the young girl's furious
onslaught. He staggers around as Heidi sends the next relentless barrage from
the reverse direction, forcing him upright and backwards toward the alley
wall. She grins at his freshly battered face, dancing cocky and sure, watching
him teeter and wobble around. She squares herself and takes aim with straight
on power punches into his swelling maw. "Yiiaah, yiiah, ha" Heidi exhales
sharply with a blazing three punch combo. She steps forward as he rocks toward
her and sends a series of rigid palm strikes up at his face; his head bounces
off the solid concrete wall in time with the heel of her hand smashing upward
into his hanging jaw. Hopelessly disoriented, he dribbles out some fractured
teeth, broken off from her brutal strikes as he tilts forward, knees shaky, on
the verge of collapse. His swollen, torn lips shape a demented grimace of
pain.

"Did you like that big guy? Then you're going to love this." Heidi pivots left
on the balls of her shoes, leaning back, and with a powerful thrust from her
left leg, shoots a vicious sidekick straight up like a rocket through his
prominent bony chin. Her heel jabs like a knife under his ear as her leather
sole slams his gaze cross-eyed and skyward. The man's long yellow greasy hair
flies wildly along with a stream of bloody spittle as she plasters him back
into the wall.

"Come on, fight me asshole! Can't you take me, a little girl, isn't that what
you do?" She deftly chambers her leg halfway down donning a smirk of fiery
bliss, she leans back and shoots up a nasty hook kick, her leg circling like a
sinewy whip high over his left shoulder, slamming the back edge of her foot
into his right temple, and scrapping her sharp three-inch heel over his entire
face in the follow-through. As Heidi's heeled shoe whips his wobbling head
around, she smiles brightly as she brushes her tongue between her teeth,
holding her chambered leg up high and threatening, she rotates her ankle, her
shoe glistens as if a shiny black lure, attracting some gullible fish,
dangling just in front of his face as he recovers from her brutal hook kick,
then as his blurry vision begins to focus on that dangerous, sexy black pump
twisting lazily just below his chin. Heidi asks him coyly,

"So Rod, if that's your name, bet you're getting a real kick out of our date
so far, huh?" She giggles mockingly, "'cause I sure am getting my kicks out of
you fucker!" With a sexy snarl, Heidi fires a flurry of short jab-like snap
kicks with her chambered leg, peppering his face with her instep and the toe
of her leather shoe, her thick diamond shaped calve muscles flex and contract
in dangerous rhythm with her rapid fire kicks, spreading out wide against the
back of her thigh and then turning to jagged stone as her lethal foot bounces
his skull repeatedly off the hard wall like a basketball for what seemed like
eternity for the totally helpless male, but in reality was a mere ten seconds
of torturous hell. Slap-thud, slap-thud is the only sound echoing down the
alley until his wobbling legs shake uncontrollably and knees buckle as his
back starts to scrape down the brick wall. He is nearly unconscious as Heidi
instantly switches her weapon of choice to her right leg and swiftly shoots up
her right foot under his chin in a high side kick position. His fall is
stopped instantly by her densely muscled leg, rigid as a metal pipe. Heidi
holds him at bay, pressing the sole of the pump harshly into the side of his
neck, twisting his head, and pinning the much larger man against the concrete
like a giant trapped insect.

"How does it feel you perverted scum, shoe is sooo much on the other foot now,
isn't it?" Heidi giggles at her little pun.

"So, you like hurting girls do ya? Come on then, hurt me fuckface, please
try." He paws at her ankle; angry and panicked by her pressing strangle hold
sealing off the Carotid blood flow to his brain.

"Take your grubby hand off of me now or I swear I'll crush your windpipe and
then smash your fat head right all over that wall like a melon just for fun.
Come on jerk, keep it there, pleeease go for it", Heidi snarls contemptuously
a she twists her plant foot, edging in closer to him, pressing up hard into
his throat with her hard leather sole, causing her thighs to swell with
thickly defined, deadly sinew. He immediately releases her ankle, waving his
hands in surrender; his arms and face begin involuntarily twitching. Gritting
her teeth, she increases the vicious pressure, watching with pleasure his
tormented look, making him cry out like a big wounded animal as the numbing
chokehold convulses his upper body. His body goes slack; his brain starts to
shuts down under the combination of Heidi's vicious, concussive blows and the
blood/oxygen shut- off.

Heidi deftly chambers back her kicking leg, her muscular weapon cocks into her
side and coils tight, ready and eager to strike again. Her little black skirt
hikes up about her waist, showing off a sexy little thong that barely covers
her tight mound and leaves the perfectly shaped bunches of her hard bottom
completely exposed. Her target is unable to appreciate such a gorgeous site;
his beaten head slumps forward and his knees buckle as his long gangly body
crumbles to the asphalt. The entire sequence took less than a minute but he
looks like he kissed a speeding bus.

A satisfied smirk curls up the corner of her mouth as Heidi lowers her leg.

"You were so fucking easy", she chides him with a derisive giggle. He moans
incoherently, mumbling something about his mouth, his teeth, and the pain; you
fucking cunt, I'll kill you, blah blah blah. It is nothing new; Heidi is used
to hearing all of this spew when she does a man this way, they just cannot
cope with the reality of things. The concept of a little girl easily beating
them senseless is just too much for a full-grown man's ego to come to terms
with. She cocks her adorable head to the side, curiously inspecting her work.
With the open toe of her sexy black heels, she lifts under his chin and raises
his droopy head. Nasty welts, puffy lips and swelling purplish contusions
pepper his half-conscious visage. Heidi giggles with proud exhilaration, her
eyes ablaze; damn, I am sooo good.

Heidi taps his chin lightly with her foot. "Come on wake up big boy, snap out
of it. You gonna let a lil' 'ol me just turn your face into raw hamburger
without trying to put up a fight? You really are a pathetic loser." He moans
weakly as his brain begins to function some, still very disoriented. Heidi
leans over him, placing her right palm against the concrete wall, the other on
her hip, staring down at him, all at once cute, cruel and cocky. His vision
and mind begin to finally clear from the throbbing disorientation as his eyes
trail up her compact but imposing athletic physique. She has the surreal look
of an Amazon warrior princess hovering over him. It begins to dawn on him
through the mountain of facial pain and ego tortured shame, exactly what she
just did to him, how unbelievably dangerous she really is, and how desperately
he wants no part of this very capable girl. She could easily kill him, of that
fact, if nothing else, he was completely sure.

"Pleathe, uhh Litha, righ? I-I don' know who or wha you wan, I-I'm thorry,
whaever you think I dit, pleathe just l-le me go. I won' b-bodder you again,
pleath Litha, I th-thwear." His speech is severely hampered by his damaged jaw
and broken teeth. His hands wave out in defeat in front of him, pleading
pathetically, and bloody dribble runs from his swollen mouth, his eyes filled
with begging mercy from the petite hellcat.

Heidi feels a yummy warm tingle between her thighs; his pitiful pleas turn her
on. She moans softly as she clutches a full firm breast encased in a
provocative pink halter-top; her high set nipples become erect, aroused in
this moment of total domination, her breaths become heavy. She coos softly as
she rubs her fingertips around one, smiling down at him.

"Wha, don't wanna play anymore Rod? Too bad, I do, can't cha tell; and who is
this 'Litha' anyway?" Heidi smiles smugly, leaning farther over him, running
her right hand down her hard tan six-pack while seductively rocking her hips.
She slowly reaches up and under her skirt; her sapphire eyes pierce right
through him. The teen moans softly, biting her upper lip as she rubs her
mound; erotically interrogating him.

"I'll ask you just one more time Rod, just once. Who is inside the house? I
know there has to be someone. You are way too stupid to plan this sick shit
all by yourself."

He looks up at her, shaking his head in panicked denial.

"And I know you were going to add me to your little photo collection, right,
Rod? You shot all those nasty pictures on the wall, didn't you? Just so you
could beat off while you were on your computer." Her questions and accusations
are sexy soft and breathy as she massages her crotch in slow rhythm, bucking
her hips seductively toward him, torturing him with her hot little body, so
close he can smell her luscious scent, making him want what he will never
have. His tear-filled eyes light up and twitch at the repeated mention of the
pictures of girls; his nerves are completely shot.

"I-I don' know anything. What y-you mean, p-picturth?" His pathetic denial is
as lame sounding as it is transparent. Heidi sighs and shakes her head in
disappointed anger; she is through playing with him. She reluctantly removes
her probing fingers from beneath her skirt as she stands up straight.

"Wrong answer creep!" Heidi screams with frustrated venom. He attempts to
stand up, seeing a small opportunity to escape as she steps backwards, giving
him birth and false hope. In a flash, she lurches forward and slams her palms
into his ears, clutching his stringy hair to steady him forward. Her sleek,
deadly leg cocks back and then pistons ahead as she jerks his head toward her.
Her sharp knee slams under his chin, crushing it and more teeth in the
process. Her densely muscled thigh smashes through his face, hurling him into
the wall behind, and cracking off a chunk of the weathered grey surface layer
with the harsh impact of his skull. He slumps over on his side like a heavy
sack of flour. She leans down and waves her glistening fingers under his nose
like some vaginal smelling salts to see if he is truly out of it. Her sweet
pungent aroma has absolutely no effect on him. The hot teen grins wickedly as
she smears her honey across his face and wipes her hand on his red tee shirt
as a little memento.

"Where the hell are you boy, god damn you!" A gruff voice bellows from the
back porch. Heidi smiles at the alarming sound, bingo I knew there was someone
else in there.

"That must be your daddy, oooh yeah; I just love to play with daddies." Heidi
whispers with a giggle to the unconscious man, blood and spittle seeping down
his broken jaw. She quickly adjusts her skirt and stands up, acting worried
and startled.

"Sir, over here, is this who you are looking for, your son?" He lumbers to the
gated fence to see the gorgeous young thing waving to him, standing there like
a sexy little angel, his mind spins a million twisted fantasies while he
follows the line of her athletically toned arm down to see what she is
pointing at around the wall.

"What the.." He races around the fence to see his adult son's freshly
pulverized face. The older man bears a striking resemblance to Rod, before the
beating that is, but twenty, maybe twenty-five years older and as many pounds
heavier. The stringy hair is long gone except for a scraggly graying goatee.
He looks like one of those old motorcycle riding assholes she catches leering
at her while tooling around town on loud Harleys, making disgusting noises and
comments as they pass by her way to the gym or martial-arts studio. He is sooo
typical; far too big in the gut for his leather vest to ever close again and
his old grungy jeans hang so low they let his disgusting fat pale ass stick
out like a big chunk of chewed bubblegum; sooo very gross.

"What the hell did you get yourself into boy?" He questions Heidi some as he
tries to wake his son to no avail. She cannot tell him anything important; she
just found him lying here like this.

"He looks pretty bad. Is he going to be alright sir?" Heidi puts on her
concerned innocent look as she bites hard on her lower lip to control the
strong desire to burst into laughter. She admits with mild embarrassment that
she was looking for a boy she met on a computer chat room. He is supposed to
live around here; Rod is his name. She asks him with doe-like eyes if he knows
this high school boy. His frantic worry for his son's condition is somewhat
sidetracked by the realization that standing before him is their latest
on-line victim, and what a hot little number. He looks up at her, smiling with
those same nasty teeth, but gnarled and stained brown. His mind swims with
demented, lurid thoughts. You did real nice my boy, real nice.

"Well, he is still breathing, better get him inside and have a better look."
Heidi crouches down to assist the older man with his unconscious son.

"No, this is man's work, I got'em, just grab the beer for me little lady", he
says gruffly, mumbling to himself as he hoists the heavy body over his
shoulder in a 'fireman's carry' with a deep grunt. Heidi smirks at him as he
slowly trudges back through the yard and up the back steps, her cold laser
stare burns through his back.

"I'll show you some girl work very soon", Heidi whispers as she effortlessly
picks up the two cases of beer bottles and follows him inside past the
creaking screen door that Lisa described.

"Put it down on the table young lady and stay put here, I'll be back in a
minute to uhh tell you where your friend lives." His horse smokers voice
echoes off the dreary kitchen walls as he disappears into the front room with
his load. Heidi can smell that sickening odor very clearly now. It instantly
brings back the memory of when she found that big old dog under her porch a
couple years ago when she came home from spending the summer at a martial-arts
camp. It must have crawled under there to die and been rotting for who knows
how long, covered in maggots and decay; her dad never noticed the rancid
smell.

Oh god, no Heidi's mind suddenly locks in on a horrible image. Her head spins,
the completely unfamiliar cold feeling of nauseous panic creeps up on her as
she looks around the kitchen for a phone. This plan of hers seems like a very
bad idea right now. She sees an old corded wall phone in the hallway. All she
needs to do is dial 911, put the receiver down, the police will trace the
call, investigate; simple, it's all over. She walks down the dim hall toward
the phone; suddenly a damp cloth covers her nose and mouth as a large hand
envelops her face from nowhere. An overpowering ammonia- like smell burns her
eyes as she struggles for balance in her twisting heels as he pulls the small
teen around. Heidi closes her eyes and tries to hold her breath, waiting for
more space to maneuver than this narrow hallway. She struggles less and less,
trying not to succumb completely to the overpowering chloroform by breathing
deep and to keep her cool head about her. Then everything goes hazy and dark.

Heidi feels her legs suspended as her skirt is torn off, her feet feel cool
and bare. The stinging fluid still burns in her nose and throat as she feigns
unconscious, waiting for her wits to return fully and a good opportunity to
strike. She can feel his clammy paws probing her taut bottom and solid thighs.
He breathes heavy and chuckles maniacally as the warm touch of her hard body
excites him as no victim has before. This one is worth keeping for a while. He
leans over her face with stinky beer breath.

"Are you going to love it here baby doll. Wait until you see the special room
I have set-up just for you. You'll be my little plaything for the rest of your
short life." He laughs hard, groping her firm breasts with sweaty hands. It is
all Heidi can stand not to scream and go wild. No, just hold on a little
longer she tells herself, her heart pounding in her ears, as his attention is
suddenly diverts to a low moaning sound. His lying son starts to wake to the
throbbing pain of a shattered jaw and raw nerves where most of his front teeth
once were.

"Damn boy, you're getting blood all over the couch, swallow it damn it" Dad
jumps off the girl and walks over to Rod. Heidi senses his departure with
relief, her eyes flash open with her faculties almost restored. She quietly
rises to her feet as the old scumbag wipes up the bloody mess from the
upholstery.

"Who the hell fucked you up like this boy? Talk to me. You look like hell;
damn it, I might have to get you to the hospital, shit." The lanky son turns
his head to his father, his glassy eyes focus hazily beyond his dad on the
near naked image rising up across the room. His jaw is so swollen and
traumatized he cannot speak, only moan with wide eyes and feebly point to
answer his father's query.

"Huh, what the hell are you poi..." He turns to see the surprising sight of
Heidi standing a few feet away straightening her mauled halter-top and
panties.

"Yeah, just little ol' me, fucked him up bad, didn't I? So daddy, you want
some too, 'cause I've got plenty left. Come and get it you nasty old pervert."

He jumps up to attack the girl, charging low to overwhelm the petite girl. His
overconfidence sets him up for an easy counter. Before he knows what happened,
Heidi grabs his outstretched arms, plants her feet in his ample belly and
curls backward. His weight combined with her powerful legs thrusting out send
his flailing form high into the bedroom door across the room; shattering it
off its hinges as he crashes through. Heidi rocks back and kips up to her feet
without using her hands, her adrenaline surging. The somewhat muted nasty
smell from earlier now blasts fresh like a thick wave of rotting meat
emanating from the open room. Heidi clutches her nose as she cautiously nears
the bedroom. Heidi sees the sight that assures the fate of these monstrous
men; no cops, not yet. The gruesome discolored corpse of a chained young girl
laying face up on the disheveled bedspread, her neck bent at an unnatural
angle. Heidi stands in horror, never imagining the reality of this situation
could be as horrendous as her eyes were now witnessing.

Her look grows dark, no longer playful, just cold and detached, as she glares
at the man stirring on the floor after his surprised collision with the door.
Heidi saunters out of the doorway and turns her back to the terrible sight.
She focuses her gaze on the other one, attempting to rise from the couch. He
is far from able to stand and collapses quickly, howling in agony as his face
smacks down on the hard wooden armrest.

"Serves you right you bastard. Now watch what I do to your scumbag father",
Heidi snaps harshly as she hears the mumbling and clumping steps come closer
from the other room.

Heidi's silky bob of chestnut hair whips around at the livid man lumbering at
her with seething breaths. The girl is all business now; no chiding words are
necessary. The old man cannot grasp the concept of a mere 5' 3" teenaged girl
laying waste to his big adult son. It must be some trick. Even after sending
him sailing through a thick door, he is ignorantly defiant of her deadly
skills. Heidi readies herself for him, bouncing in a fighting stance, every
muscle fiber taut and shimmering in the fluorescent light. Clad only in her
tight pink halter and tiny blue panties, she is a sexy little time bomb
waiting to explode on this sorry excuse for a human being.

This time Heidi takes the offensive. Before he can open his mouth to spew some
threatening obscenity or reach out to grab her again, the lethal gymnast leaps
forward and tears into him with a rage she has never known. Her coiling limb
is virtually invisible to both her target and the helpless observer. Her kicks
blur into his face like a jackhammer piston. Only the relentless smacks
indicate the incredible number of individual blows he has to absorb. Heidi
doesn't let her leg drop below waist level, battering his face and head at
systematic angles; she knocks his head up and down, side to side with the
ball, heel and instep of her small foot. The rest of her supple hard body is
balanced and rigid with total muscle control. Since he stupidly relieved her
of her awkward pumps, the young martial artist can really show off some skills
go wild with her favorite kicking technique, aptly dubbed Heidi's 'hit squad'.
With the stunned man trapped in a corner like a big target, Heidi pivots on
the ball of her left foot and shoots sidekicks at every possible angle with
increasing speed and tremendous power. He is plastered against the wall next
to the 'death room' as Heidi starts the kicks low at his knee and then works
her way up his body, smashing every vulnerable area with merciless force. The
smell of decay makes Heidi become more furious with her foot strikes as the
hard-calloused blade of her right foot rams his throat, stomach and sternum
with jolting force; kicks designed not to temporarily incapacitate the man but
to cause irreparable internal damage and broken bones. He is now just a
standing practice dummy for the lethal girl to impose her will on. She could
end him now with a single deadly blow, a dozen different lethal strikes flash
through her mind.

"Not yet, you haven't suffered enough." Heidi states softly at his contorted
face. He would surely collapse to the floor if she weren't keeping him aloft
with the strength of her leg. Her foot presses firmly against his bruised
sternum, pinning him upright as she decides her next move. She looks up and
sees a scratched up metal bar bracketing into the ceiling above her. She can
only imagine what terrible tortures these demented lowlifes use that thing to
perform on these poor girls in the collage to her left. Heidi grins menacingly
at his wobbling head as she quickly lowers her leg and squats down. With an
amazing burst of leg power, the gymnast propels herself straight up to catch
the painted metal rod set a few inches below the ten-foot ceiling. Without
hesitation, Heidi lashes out and kicks his face into the wall, bouncing him
straight forward between her outstretched legs. She secures her ankles around
the man's neck before he can fall away. With her incredible tensile strength
gripping firmly on the overhead pipe like an uneven bar apparatus, Heidi jerks
him forward with a tug of her lower legs. He begins to struggle, coming out of
the fog from her face smashing kick and previous assault, but he has no
concept how strong his uncooperative female victim is. He is about to learn
just how strong, painfully and quickly. Heidi extends her body as low as
possible with outstretched arms; driving her crotch sharply into his Adam's
apple and then locks her legs tight, sealing her potent neck scissors by
crossing her ankles. Immediately, the swelling muscles of her compact thighs
converge on the sides of his soft fat neck and lower cheeks, causing the sweet
music of gurgling noises from the panicking older man. He attempts to get his
footing but Heidi is two steps ahead of him. She thrashes his head side to
side, whipping her hips and bucking her pelvis while tightening the grip on
his neck to a dangerous noose-like constriction. His body becomes unbalance
and head starts to go numb as Heidi pulls herself up. The younger man cannot
believe his eyes; this young girl of maybe 120lbs is pulling herself and his
220lbs father off the floor with just the strength in her petite yet muscular
body. He shakes his head, trying once more to rise from the couch to help his
father before she strangles him to death in her leggy garrote. Heidi's entire
body quivers from the immense strain of curling up her arms and legs to
completely support his body weight off the ground. She looks down with gritted
teeth and heavy breaths to see him flailing about, his face, deep purple
encased between her sharply defined tan quadriceps.

"Almost there asshole, just a couple more..." All of a sudden, the bar starts
to creak behind the plaster ceiling under the tremendous combined weight and
thrashing. Heidi unlocks her scissoring legs and drops her victim immediately,
smacking the wood floor with a heavy thud. The nimble teen swings back and
then forward as she tucks her knees in and does a back flip, dropping down
with tremendous force to land squarely on his prone body The powerful
thrusting stomp of her heels destroys connective tissue and bone in his lower
back. He howls in dire pain as Heidi hears and feels the muted crunch of lower
vertebra with delight as his son, finally upright, stumbles slowly toward the
blind side of the young vixen. Heidi nimbly hops backward off the writhing
older man completely aware of Rod's impending attack. With a smirk of total
confidence, she waits until she senses him approach close behind her to her
left. He thinks he has her now; he opens his arms to snare her arm with large
hand. Heidi holds on to her charade for his 'surprise' attack but for just a
second longer to get him in perfect position.

"Goth you now you thittle cuuuuuu..." Heidi instantly throws her arms out to
the sides for balance as she rockets her left leg diagonally up and back. With
a furious screaming 'kiiiaaahhh', the lethal teen fires her knee straight up
and outside of her shoulder with a fast upward chamber, and then uncoils it
with incredible speed and extraordinary flexibility. The immense energy of her
blindingly fast kick transfers all power into the blade of her arched foot.
Her tan size five finds its target with expert precision, burrowing her
callused foot deep into his already damaged nose. Heidi can feel the
unforgettable crunch of cartilage mashing deep into his sinus cavity. She
looks back over her shoulder with a sexy breathy snarl, whipping her head
around with a curious, wicked snarl as he staggers back and spasms
unconsciously. The big son convulses, his brain traumatized by the sudden
intrusion of nose fragments as he suddenly looses control of his bladder.
Heidi giggles as looks at the man on the floor, "Yeah, he really got me, huh
pops?" Heidi grins at him; he is wide- eyed in terror of what he just saw
happen to his son in the blur of her kick. He tries to stand up but his back
will not allow it, so he starts to crawl away.

Heidi smiles at him as she turns her attention to watch his son fall backward,
limp and sprawling over the coffee table like a bag of garbage. Heidi shakes
her head with a giggle as she looks back to his father; her look grows
serious.

"Yeah, crawl for me old man, just like you made all those girls do for you."
She flashes a look at the computer desk where the shrine of heinous trophy
images hangs proudly on the wall above. Heidi slowly stalks his pathetic fat
form.

"You should have let me call the cops before, but you got greedy, you might
have had a chance with them, more than you have now", Heidi giggles
sadistically. Her nubile, glistening physique surges with untapped power
reserves. Her pulse pounds like a drum in her ears, eager to use all of her
strength for his final suffering and her ultimate satisfaction.

"Get over here you piece of shit" Heidi snarls as she grabs his ankle in one
hand and twists his foot sharply inward with the other, snapping it, listening
to him scream as she drags him back to the center of the room. He yells in
begging protest to her deaf ears.

"Turn over fat-ass, on your back, now!" He is too slow for Heidi. The wild
teen rears back and fires a heavy shot into his ribcage that elicits a cry of
pain as her instep cracks his rib.

"I said now, fucker!" Smack! Another violent kick snaps into the same spot,
lifting him up with the force of the kick, breaking the rib with a dull
crunch. He writhes in agony, howling as he flops over onto his back before she
can do any further damage to him.

Heidi breaths heavily with adrenaline induced exhilaration, livid with hatred
for this dirty old scum. The idea of allowing him life for another minute
repulses her to nausea. She deliberately steps around him, swaying her sleekly
muscled hips, looking down; his head is directly between her spread feet. Her
mouth hangs lazily open as she tilts her head to the side, thinking, preparing
her mind for the final savage act. At once, her eyes narrow, a malign grin
comes over her face as she looks into his wide, fearful, begging eyes. Heidi
falls forward, landing solidly upon his heavy barrel-like torso. Her impact
creates the reaction she wanted. Feeling her ultra-hard 120lbs slam atop his
damaged midsection, he screams out as his upper body and head involuntarily
rises from the floor. Without hesitation, the petite powerhouse scoots
backward to wedge her crotch tightly to his neck while coiling her talented
lethal legs around his head and in a reverse scissors. His head is sandwiched
between backs of her jagged calves and the crease of her taut butt as she
snuggles firmly against his chin.

"Guys at school tell me I have the best ass they have ever seen, what do you
think mister? Take a close look." Heidi giggles as she flexes her thick
thighs, tightening her noose abruptly, not too tight, just toying with him for
now. His fat hands paw at well-built tan bottom, trying in vain to separate
the silky hard orbs of muscle that threaten to asphyxiate him. His legs kick
frantically as Heidi arches up to get a better look at his desperate face as
she clenches her taut butt cheeks hard, dimpling in the sides of her curvy
bottom. She pulses her ass and inner thigh muscles simultaneously, making his
head jump forward in the rhythm of her contracting muscles. His look grows
more panicked with each sharp pulse, he cannot begin to pull apart her legs;
they are too thick and far too strong, clamped like a vice on him and too
tight to budge an inch. His corrupt mind tries to comprehend the helplessness
of his position. He is in a final stage of denial; it is too big, bitter, and
ironic a pill to swallow, hopelessly realizing his very fate lies in the
hands, legs in this case, of one of his potential young victims. He moans out
unintelligible pleas the best he can under the clamping constriction on his
jaw and his throat. The irony is not lost on Heidi one bit.

"What's that; are you begging me? Yeah, ok, I'll show you exactly the same
mercy you showed that girl in the bedroom you fucking asshole!"

Heidi curls her lip, snarling a she intensifies her position. She reaches
back, grabs each wrist, and presses her full weight down upon his hands. Now
he has no hope. Her strong grip holds his arms still as she arches back,
locking her arms down straight.

"Now you're in lots of trouble mister, lots", Heidi giggles as she looks back
and straightens out her powerful legs. His legs kick wildly, feet stomping
futilely as Heidi's grip literally starts to pull his head from his shoulders
like an unripe berry off a stem. Her swelling hamstrings dig under his fat
chin and jaw, wedging his head backward at a painfully awkward angle. Heidi
looks back and smiles. His face is turning from red to blue under the severe
stress of her crushing legs strangling off his blood and air. Spittle foams
from his mouth as he struggles to maintain consciousness. His glassy eyes
bulge out in bug-like caricatures, unable to cope with the savagery of her
ever-increasing python grip. Heidi would let off a second to edge in tighter
and give him a false sense of hope, only to bear down like a steel trap with a
renewed advantage and deadly muscle control.

"How does it feel mister, what goes around comes around, now you get to be
fucked up by a little girl." Heidi snaps her legs out violently, rapidly,
firing dangerous waves of jarring pressure into his cervical vertebrae,
loosening, working the neck.

'Hurts, doesn't it. It gets worse, much worse fat-ass." He is now just a prop,
a toy for Heidi to break. She can feel his neck begin to soften, hi muscles
slack, the shockwaves from her deadly snapping inner thighs work in deep,
cutting off all passageways for air and blood to connect to his brain. His
expression of agonized terror gets her hot; her moistening crotch digs farther
into his Adams apple, stimulating her tingling box with the rapid rubbing
action.

"Oooh, daddy, fuck yeah" Heidi sighs out as she rapidly approaches a massive
climax. All the action has built up a tidal wave orgasm just waiting to
explode all over this creep. He is too far gone to comprehend the paradoxical
turn of event. Heidi is in complete self-absorbed ecstasy; his suffering is
just dessert, some background music as she deeply grinds, rapidly thrusts, and
sexily jerks her pelvis around in an erotic display so provocative it would
embarrass the most adept lap dancer, leaving her completely envious of this
teen's talent. Her wicked scissors hold swings his head wildly to the sides,
tearing tendons and blood vessels in his neck with each calculated jolt.

"Oh-oh-oooohh daddy, bye-bye, here it comes" Heidi coo's softly in a
shuddering vibrating girlish tone as she brutally twists and snaps her hips
high off the floor and then suddenly snapping down to her left, her densely
muscled thighs literally pinching his flopping head off from his neck. Her
body goes rigid and straight, every muscle in her small frame quivering and
jumping to attention. Her legs define with unbelievable separation and thick
contours as she thrusts her crotch and hard bottom violently into his chin.
The dull clump sound of a bony shift, the tactile sensation of his somewhat
tense throat turning rubbery loose between her cable-like inner thighs. His
bobbing angled head indicate her mission is accomplished; she has broken and
separated his spinal cord. Heidi looks back flushed, panting feverishly like a
wild little hellcat. His head droops, hanging upside down on the side of her
upper thigh at an unnatural distended angle. His fat tongue lolls out;
bloodshot eyes roll up and protrude like boiled eggs with streaks of crimson
from broken capillaries. His face is a demented mask of horror in a myriad of
dark colors. Heidi cannot sense any pulse from his thick wrist, his body is
still and limp and his chest is motionless, the room is finally silent.

Heidi peels her cum soaked crotch from his compressed, traumatized neck. His
head hits the hardwood floor with a heavy thud. Silently, Heidi locates her
discarded clothing. She shakes out her crumpled black skirt and slips into it
as she slides into her stiletto heels. A couple adjustments in the wall
mirror, a flick of her sweaty bangs from her still flushed face; she lets out
a heavy sigh as she smiles at herself, satisfied.

Her heels echo down the hallway to the wall phone. She grabs the receiver with
a handkerchief she took from the old man's pocket, but then decides a payphone
might be a better option. She grabs some change from the front pocket of Rod.
Heidi notices tiny air bubbles mixed in the bloody mess that was where his
nose once was. Heidi shrugs her shoulders, unconcerned whether he lives or
dies. She turns away swishing her short skirt as she heads for the back door
as she flashes a proud, triumphant smile over her shoulder toward her two
victims. On the way out the alert teen uses the hanky to wipe her prints clean
from the overhanging bar, the doorknob and anything else she might have
touched. A couple minutes later, she is inside a payphone booth a block away.

"Hello, I want to report a disturbance at 15 Blaylock Street. I think someone
is in trouble in their. I can hear screams in there, please hurry", Heidi acts
panicked. She grins as she lets the receiver drop from her cloth-covered hand,
turning around, prancing away in her cocky little athletic strut. Mission
accomplished.

A doorbell rings. "I'll get it", Lisa bounces off the couch and skips to the
front door with a grin. She knows it is Heidi stopping by on her way to the
martial arts studio. Lisa greets Heidi with a glowing smile.

"Have you heard, it's all over the news, check it out." Lisa grabs Heidi's
hand and runs over to the living room television. Heidi stares at the house
she left yesterday evening with a mixture of vile disgust and proud
vindication for the risky actions she took to stop them. A news reporter
stands out front of the house as a team of agents work around behind him. The
reporter turns to see another body bag coming out of the horror house. Heidi's
look grows dark, hoping that bag contains Daddy. The reporter readies himself
with a slightly troubled expression.

"We are here today because of an anonymous tip called in yesterday in regards
to violence at this residence. What the police officers observed upon arrival
went far beyond their routine calls of domestic disturbance. In what has been
dubbed, 'the chat room murders', so far six bodies have been discovered in
various parts of 15 Blaylock Street. Dogs are searching the backyard and
basement for other potential victims. All evidence of these atrocious against
innocent teenaged girls point to the owner of the home, 48 year old Harold
Marsh and his 24 year old son Melvin." Heidi and Lisa look at each other with
wide-eyed amusement and state simultaneously, "Melvin?" They giggle,
understanding why he called himself Rod. The reporter goes on,

"Oddly enough, one the prime suspects in this case was the first of the six
bodies taken out so far. Early reports tell us Harold Marsh was found with
compound fractures to his spinal column including his neck, so severely
damaged, his head seems almost pulled from the body. The police have no
comments on how or by whom his death occurred. His son Melvin was rushed to
Memorial Hospital, barely alive with severe brain trauma due to multiple
contusions and lacerations to the face and head area. He is currently in
critical condition on the coma ward, breathing on life support. The doctors
are not optimistic about his recovery. For now, the police are busy matching
reports of local missing girls with the bodies discovered. The question of who
put an end to these hideous crimes goes unanswered. When I asked the detective
in charge earlier about leads, he commented with a smile."

"All I can say is that maybe, just maybe this pair of sicko's made contact
with the wrong girl. I cannot say any more than that at this time."

"John Wallce, channel 5 news, back to you..."

Heidi clicks off the television with a relieved sigh. Lisa stares at her in
utter amazement.

"You, you did it. I can't believe it, thank you for ending that nightmare, but
how..."

"Lisa, please, do not ask. The less you know about what went on there, the
better you will sleep, believe me. Just be happy it is over. Melvin won't be a
bother ever again, if he makes it, he will be stuck in a prison hospital for
the rest of his life."

The two gymnasts smile at each other and giggle as they jump up high and throw
up their hands to each other, smacking them together in double high fives.