Breaker
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Female gymnast breaks a man after he breaks their deal


Rick turned over sleepily in bed. In his half-asleep state, he thought he
heard a noise, but he simply closed his eyes again. It was probably nothing.
After all, it was the middle of the night.

The noise came again. This time, he opened his eyes fully. Looking up, he
froze in alarm when he saw a dark figure hanging from one of the bars on the
ceiling. Before he could react, the figure dropped down, executing a back tuck
somersault in midair, and landed hard on his midsection, knocking all the wind
out of him.

When he got his senses back, he looked at the figure, dimly illuminated by the
glare from the streetlight through the window, still standing on his stomach.
It was a woman. And not a petite skinny one, judging from the heavy weight
pressing down painfully on his gut. His eyes went wide as he suddenly
recognized her.

"Letitia? Letitia Alvarez? Is that you?!"

"That's right, it's me." She performed a graceful standing layout backflip to
take herself off of him and land elegantly on the floor next to the bed.
"What's the matter, baby? Didn't expect to see me again? Don't tell me you've
forgotten our deal. If that's the case, let me refresh your memory."

Letitia crossed her muscular forearms in front of her. "It was eight months
ago. You and I met at a bar, you bought me a drink, and we talked for a bit.
You were cute, but kind of dumb. Good for a one-night stand, I decided. So we
spent one sweaty night together in this very room. Right before I left, we
made a deal. Do you remember that?"

"Well...I...ah..."

"As a member of the U.S. Olympic gymnastics team, I have a reputation to
uphold," Letitia continued. "I warned you to never, ever brag to anyone about
the sex we had, and made it very clear that if you did, if you broke our deal,
I'd come back and use my gymnast's body to break you."

"But...but...I never told any..."

"Ricky, Ricky, Ricky. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don't think you can lie your way out of
this. I may sleep with a lot of men (and women), but I'm not careless. I keep
track of things. When those rumors about me started getting out in the media,
I quickly figured out that the leak had to be you because you were the only
one who knew certain details that were getting printed in the tabloids." At
that, Rick felt something warm flow out onto his sheets. He had wet his bed,
reminding him of the last shameful time he had done that when he was eleven.

She turned on the lamp next to the bed, revealing her exotic beauty and
impressive physique. Letitia had shoulder length silky black hair, large brown
eyes, an elegant and high-cheekboned face, and the archetypical dark brown
Latina tan. At 5'4" and 134 pounds, she was big for a gymnast, but still
extremely graceful and feminine. She wore knee-high black leather boots, a
black miniskirt, and a black sleeveless top with large buttons down the front.
Her upper arms were big, but not so big as to be unfeminine, and had visible
muscle tone even when she wasn't flexing, and the outline of her perky 34C
tits was visible underneath the tight top. Black leather gloves completed her
outfit.

She laughed as she noticed his wet sheets. "Aw, what's the matter, baby? Did
little Ricky the scaredy-cat wet his bed? What a cowardly little BOY you are."
She smirked as his face reddened in humiliation. "If I'd known you were such a
pathetic little BOY instead of a MAN, I never would have slept with you. I
guess I was lucky that you didn't wet the bed while I was in it." She
snickered.

"Anyway, where was I? Oh, right. My reputation," Letitia went on. "Do you
plebs have any idea what the life of an Olympic gymnast is really like? The
things you don't see on TV? I'm 21 years old. This upcoming Olympics will be
my last one. And I'm one of the lucky ones. I'll get two Olympic Games under
my belt. Most Olympic gymnasts only get one, and their careers are usually
considered over when they stop being teenagers. We gymnasts are some of the
few Olympians who are still true amateur athletes. We don't get paid for our
sport."

"The only way we can make money from gymnastics is through things like
endorsements. Advertising. Publicity and speaking fees. Shit like that. And
the only way that's going to work is if our reputations are spotless. I have
an image as Letty, America's Sweetheart, and I intend to keep it. If people
get the idea that I'm a slut, do you know what that'll do to me? I'll be
ruined. Fucking ruined. Right now, the rumors are mostly just in the tabloids,
but things could get ugly in a hurry if enough people start believing them.
I've already lost one of my endorsement deals." She scowled and glared at him.
"That's your fault. Asshole."

"And then there's the future. Even if everything goes right, the money I'll
get from all the ads and stuff I do won't be enough to live on for the rest of
my life. So I plan on becoming an action movie actress after retiring from
gymnastics. I've already gotten a few small parts, and since I know how to
fight, how to shoot, and of course how to do back flips, there'll never be any
need for a stunt double. But none of that will happen if those rumors ruin me.
What do you expect me to do, scratch out a living making 15 bucks an hour as a
receptionist or something, while my medals gather dust on a shelf? FUCK that.
I'm a fucking Olympic gold medalist. I'm too good for that shit."

"Please...no...I'm sorry..." Rick quivered.

"Sorry for what, baby? I thought you said you dindu nuffins."

"I...uh...um...I only told my three best drinking buddies. You're so hot, and
you're a celebrity...I just couldn't help it. I'm sorry for everything..."

Letitia savagely backhanded him across the face with her leather-gloved fist,
breaking a facial bone somewhere. "No. You're just sorry you got caught."

Rick touched his face, wincing as he did so. "What are you going to do to me?"

"You broke your promise, but I intend to keep mine. I promised that if you
ever bragged about having sex with me, I would break you. And that's exactly
what I'm going to do."

Panic washed over Rick. Without thinking, he leapt out of bed and began to
run.

Letitia smirked. She simply raised her arms and began a tumbling pass towards
her male target, starting with a roundoff and going into a series of back
handsprings, reminiscent of Pris in Blade Runner and Maitreya in the X-Files
episode First Person Shooter. She elegantly backflipped closer and closer to
her running, stumbling quarry like the pro-gymnast she was, flick-flacking so
fast that she became just a dark blur, her black clothing seeming to merge
with her very dark brown skin. Catching up to him at the door, she finished
her tumbling run with a triple full twist, landing hard on him for the second
time that night. She sneered as he cried out in pain. "What's the matter,
honey? Is Miss Letty too heavy for you? Only used to having skinny girls with
no tits on top of you? Can't handle a woman with real curves and real
muscles?"

She kicked him in the face, breaking another facial bone and releasing a spray
of blood. "Stay down." Going back over to the bed, she removed the wet sheets,
wrinkling her nose as she did so. "Glad I'm wearing gloves. Man, you
bedwetters are creepy-ass, disgusting losers. Just thinking about having sex
with you makes me want to vomit now."

She made her way back over to him with a graceful, elegant series of front
handsprings. As she looked down at him, Rick found himself unable to meet her
gaze.

"Can't look me in the eyes? Well, that's not surprising. Not only did you wet
yourself like a pathetic little baby, you let a girl chase you down not even
by running, but by doing back handsprings. That SHOULD fill you with shame, a
girl being able to backflip faster than you can run." She picked him up, her
gymnast strength enabling her to handle his 160-pound weight easily, and
tossed him back onto the bed.

"Next. Can't have you calling for help." Letitia placed a ball gag into his
mouth. "And can't have you removing this. I'm going to have to disable your
arms. If you hold still, it won't hur... oh, who am I kidding, it'll hurt like
fuck no matter what." She laughed as she grabbed his right arm in a secure
hold, then applied pressure, breaking his arm with a sickening SNAP. His
screams were horrific, but mostly contained by the gag.

"Now the left one. I think I'll use a different method for this one. I like to
mix things up, whether in my gymnastics routines or stuff like this." With
that, she fired a bone-shattering palm strike into his left arm. She nodded in
satisfaction at the devastating results. "I can shatter bricks easily with my
palm striks. Human bones are no problem."

She bitch-slapped him hard across the cheek with her leather-gloved hand as he
continued to howl through his gag. "Oh, be quiet. You're about to have a hot
chick join you in your bed. Of course, this time it won't be for a fuck. More
like to fuck you up. Permanently."

At that last word, Rick panicked wildly, but before he could react, Letitia
was moving again. She leapt high into the air, the sheer strength of her
ultra-trained leg, thigh, and butt muscles enabling her to reach an impressive
height directly above her male victim. She did the splits in mid-leap. As her
legs neared 180 degrees apart, her black miniskirt ripped on both sides. She
landed hard on him for the third time that night, this time right on his face,
brutally impacting him with her legs split the full 180 degrees, her crotch
right on his gagged mouth, and looked down at her ruined skirt. "Too bad. But
it probably was going to get ripped anyway, considering what I have planned."

She executed a graceful back walkover to get back to her feet. Standing over
him dominantly, she snickered at the expression on his face. "What's the
matter, baby? Did you want to eat me out? I remember you enjoyed it a lot that
night we were in bed together. But somehow, I bet you left that part out when
you bragged to your drinking buddies about sleeping with me. Anyway, speaking
of eating, I hope you had a good dinner last night, because that was your last
meal."

"Mmmmmphhhhh...nooooooo...pleathhhhhh..." Rick tried to beg through his gag,
but quickly saw from the look in Letitia's dark brown eyes that she would show
him no mercy. Desperate now, he tried to find some means of escape, but
because of his two broken arms, there wasn't much he could do. He tried to
slide and wiggle away from her, but she cartwheeled right over him to the far
side of the bed, blocking his path.

"Uh-uh." She drew back her right leg, the muscles underneath the skin of her
dark brown thighs rippling. Rick's eyes widened in terror.

The kick from her black leather knee-high steel-toed boot landed with blinding
speed, devastating power, and perfect accuracy, rupturing both of his
testicles and sending what remained of them back up somewhere into his body.
The pain was so searing and white-hot that Rick's howls became quite loud even
through the gag. Letitia had to stomp down hard on his face with her size 8
boot to quiet him down somewhat.

"That's better." She sat on his face, tauntingly rubbing her ass over his
mouth and nose, letting him feel the incredible hardness of her concrete-like
butt muscles. She then did the splits again.

"Time for the finisher, baby." With that, she wrapped her thighs around his
midsection, her ripped skirt giving her full freedom of movement. She began
applying pressure with her lethal gymnast-trained thighs, slowly at first,
starting with just enough power to give him an idea of her strength and
athleticism, how she was different from skinny girls. The way she liked to do
with her lovers. The way she had done with Rick that one sweaty night
seemingly so long ago.

Then she gradually increased the pressure, turning the feeling for her male
captive from one of pleasure to one of pain. The muscles in her thighs rippled
as she applied more power. A continuous, muffled scream started up from
underneath Rick's gag. He desperately tried to free himself from the leggy
death trap, but it was no use. Even if he'd had the use of his arms, they
never could have pried apart thighs like hers.

It wasn't long before his first rib broke with a sickening CRACK. More ribs
followed, one by one, the cracking and crunching noises accompanied by Rick's
muffled shrieks of agony, along with Letitia's grunts of exertion and fast,
heavy breathing. Now wild with excitement, she applied maximum strength with
her killer legs, the snaps of bone becoming quicker, her victim's howls
growing more tortured. She kept squeezing, her grunts becoming louder and
louder, almost snarling.

Finally, there was an exceptionally sharp snapping noise, then Rick's
wriggling and struggling body went completely still. She looked into his now
dead eyes, checking for a pulse, finding none. Her strength must have driven
some of his broken ribs into his heart.

Letitia released the corpse from between her legs and stood up, smoothing her
silky black hair. She looked down at the body with satisfaction, then looked
down at the remnants of her miniskirt. She shrugged. She had plenty of other
skirts, and with legs like hers she certainly wasn't shy about showing them
off. Giving the corpse one last glance, she couldn't resist saying, "So was it
good for you too, baby?"

She turned to leave, her booted feet clicking on the hardwood floor. She had
her life to get back to, her life as America's Sweetheart, Letty the Olympic
gold medalist, the pretty girl with the charming smile...and the secret dark
side that no one would ever discover...until it was too late.

THE END

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