Darla Steele in, Cruel Endings.
by The " T.K.O Kidd " desio@adelphia.net
Ex-Marine, ex-champion, gets proven by Darla, what the ex, stands for..


Darla Steel in, Cruel Endings!

Darla's taste for the weaker male, and to see one squirm in tears, and pain
between her now twentysix inch thighs of shear raw, young female muscle; was
beginning to wet her taste. Darla Steele, was now near adulthood in her junior
year of highschool, and her stature was even more awesome than it was just a
couple of years ago, through hard working out at home, and at school; as well
as being a member of a local gym, Darla refined her body into honing it into
an tasteful masterpiece of the young female anatomy. Darla's shoulders were
strong in appearance, and broad, and while walking Darla's arms would gently
push away from the sides of her upper torso ever so pleasently with grace,
displaying her confindence. Darla worked years for the arms she now possessed,
having upperarms that she worked hard for, and that just measured a little
over sixteen inches in diameter. Darla's arms were well chisled, and defined,
and it could be seen that Darla was a girl of strength, and confindence.
Darla's forearms would ripple with with muscle when wanting to show off her
strength, and power around the boys at school. Darla would also notice the
fear, and intimadation in her young male classmates when they would get the
privilege to see Darla display her female superiority by purposely flexing
layers of her muscles beneath her lightly tanned flesh. Darla would do this
just about anywhere she pleased around the boys, in school, after school,
during breaks it didn't matter to her, she enjoyed the fact that she was more
stronger than any boy in school, and Darla even more so delighted in the
reality that she was stronger, and more fit than any teacher in school.

Even the school's gym teacher being a male, and was pretty much on the fit
side himself; was no comparison to Darla Steele. Men, and boys Darla's age
noticed her, and was well aware of her beauty, but was even more aware of her
female strength. There weren't too many boys in her school that would
challenge Darla to backyard matches, in fact there weren't any that dared to
take Darla on in a wrestling match; after knowing of Darla finishing an
undefeated season in her sophmore year of being on the wrestling team at
Beaumont high. There was once that Darla humiliated a boy two years ahead of
her, in that sophmore year of hers during a school wrestling meet. The boy was
a state wrestling champion the previous year, but that following year in
school when facing off against Darla Steele, during a contest; Darla pounded
him into the mat without mercy, and easily defeated him leaving him in tears,
and even leaving the audience of his own school stunned, and silenced as they
watched their champion lie on the mat broken, and clutching his sides in pain
while in tears after Darla Steele finished him off in a series of punishing
jointlocks, and scissoring holds. No boy, or a full grown man for that matter
was a challenge for Darla, and she loved it knowing, and seeing these males
grow with intimadation while in her presence, and she even delighted in the
fact that the female faculty of the school envied her, wishing they could only
possess the strength, and sexiness that Darla carried about in such a
confindent mannor.

Darla was now just finishing up with her workout in the school's gym, and went
through her cooling down routine before entering the girl's lockerroom to
shower. When entering she noticed a man, a man who appeared in his late
twentys cleaning out the shower stalls, and Darla also noticed that the man
was in damn good shape, as her mouth began to water in lust as she gazed at
his body. The man, the newly hired janitor of the school had a bodily
structure that displayed its own male brawn, and strength. The guy was just a
half an inch taller or so than Darla, and his muscle mass was near hers, and
well defined, as well as ripped. Darla for a moment while looking at this man
lost her senses, and felt a little inferiour to him while looking on his
chisled out structure, but suddenly regained her attitude when the man spotted
her, and said, " Look missy, you can see i'm busy here, and need to finish up
with these stalls, now if you'll just leave for a few... " Darla's attitude
not only returned but in cutting the man off before he was finished she said,
" Look buddy, I've had a long day, and I really need to shower now, and
freshen up, so if you'll please, please remove yourself, and the shower stalls
are just fine with me! " The guy only held the mop handle in his hands with
confindence, and returned to her saying, " For such a young girl, and may I
say, a strong looking young girl, I see where you get your confindence, but as
I said I need to finish cleaning here, then, and only then can you shower, and
powder that cute little face of yours! "

Darla thought for a moment, then it filled her mind that a weaker man to
punish would have to wait; right now her adreneline was surging through her
viens, and the idea of taking this guy into the gym area, and to the mat, and
breaking down his male ego, and well his surprisingly hard built of male
muscularity was the closest thing in her mind right now. Darla then returned
to the man saying, " Well now, I have an idea, lets say we go into the gym,
and wrestle, and if you win I wait, but if I win then the shower is mine, what
do you say little man? " Darla knew that this guy was in no way little but
thought that with ending her question by making the remark she did towards
him, would stir his ego, and allow him to accept her challenge, and not to
Darla's surprise after the man debated some with her he accepted by saying, "
Look little girl you may be big, but you would be no match for me, you see I
was a state wrestling champion in college, not to mention that I was a
wrestling champion in my class, while serving in the US Marines, so don't even
think you stand a fighting chance with me, because I took out bigger guys than
you,, ooops.. your a girl, sorry sweetie. " Darla's anger at the man's sure
fire sureness rose; but she kept her calm, and in her own reply she said, " So
because I'm a girl, you can't be beat by a girl right, whats the matter little
boy, are you to much of a little chicken shit to wrestle a girl? " That last
remark from Darla, was enough for the man to accept her challenge readily, and
he returned saying, " OK,,, girlie, but you've been warned, now it's time that
I teach you a lesson, and respect in the meantime towards your elders! "

The guy then laid aside his mop in the stall, and started to make his way out,
and towards the lockerroom door, but not before Darla took a step in front of
him to take the lead out. Darla Steele was taking no backseat to no man, and
it was going to be her to lead the way into the gym. Men! And this man was
about to be taught by a highschool girl, that it was a new era, and that
women, as well as girls were now taking their rightful place in the world; by
taking their lead, and place over men!

As Darla, and the guy made their way to the gym, Darla turned her head back
towards him, and asked, " By the way, whats your name? I do want to know your
name, so I can know the name of the man I'm about to put through a world of
pain! " The guy now was feeling for the first time some intimadation at
Darla's confindence, and returned to her saying, " Christopher, Christopher
Liams.. So whats yours, girlie? " Darla could see that Christopher's
confidence was fading some, and giggled a little at his fear that was now
instilling itself in him, and said in answering to him, " Darla, Darla Steele,
and I do hope that you'll remember my name, and you can be sure after this
wrestling match, if you don't have the mind to remember; you can be real sure
that I'm going to leave you with a little gift to remember me by, BOY! "
Ohhhhh,,, if there was more of a wager on this match, Darla would definately
be collecting!

The gym's mat was still laid out, center of the gym, a job for Mr janitor here
to be packing away after his match with Darla, that is if he'll be bodily able
afterwards.

Darla stepped out of her sneakers, and socks while taking the center of the
mat, and she went into a short streching routine. Christopher was now taken
back at Darla's sight, watching her go through her warm up, and was struck
with lust, at seeing the sexiness of the young girl, in her awesome display of
young female muscularity, and mass. Christopher couldn't believe her beauty,
and grace as Darla streched, seeing her in her short black sweatshorts, with
her thighs proceeding from them, thick, strong, and solid, packing an
incredible ammount of muscle mass. Christopher, also noticed that her calves
were dangerously appealing, and had some serious definition tone to them,
having a sharp V cut in either of them. Christopher took a hard gulp, while
placing his hand over his throat, and knowing from information he had gained
from surfing the net that mixed inter gender session wrestlers enjoyed
punishing men at times while using their legs in scissoring holds, and calve
chokes, and was damn sure hoping that Darla was not as skilled in knowing how
to use such wrestling techniqes.

Darla then looked at Christopher, and said giggling as she saw him removing
his hand from his neck, " Well little boy, do you want to call this whole
thing off, and allow me to the shower,, I see that your beginning to lose
something here, what is it all of that male pride that you guys like to cling
to ? " Christopher shook his head free, of his fear, and then said in
answering Darla, " You'll shower when I'm done cleaning, now are you ready
missy for a wrestling lesson? " Darla then giggled a little harder, and
returned to Christopher saying, " Well we'll see little guy, and I do hope
your able to keep to your ego after this is all over, I would just hate to see
an ex-champion, and marine lose all of his manliness, and pride, due to a
beating that he recieved from a teenage girl! "

Christopher happened to be wearing a gray pair of long sweats, with a black
tanktop, and his upper body to Darla's delightful lust was well packed with a
solid layer of thick muscle, and Darla could see that his midsection that was
against the insides of his black T-top was well defined, and ripped.
Christophers arms match all of his upperbody being just a bit smaller than
Darla's, but not by much, if even a hair. Ohhh,, Darla thought to herself as
she felt herself growing moist between her thighs, " This is going to be fun!
" As much as Darla wanted to punish this man, she wanted his punishment to
last, and she was going to make Christopher suffer in a slow painful agonizing
way before she would brutally end his agony. Darla wanted to feel his fear,
and relish in his oncoming tears, and pain; yes Darla wanted to feel the
sexual excitement of having Christopher between her powerful thighs, and
feeling him squirm in his attempts to feebly try to break free, and Darla was
sure set in her stout mind to bring Christopher to begging for mercy, and
pleading in tears for just a brief moment of relief.

Well Christopher was just about there, and some serious wrestling on Darla's
end was about to take place, as Christopher finished removing his tennis
shoes, and socks. Darla, and Christopher then sqaured of center of the mat,
with them extending a hand to each other in a hand shake. Christopher's eyes
widened some as he felt Darla's hand tighten about his, and winced a little in
pain, as she applied some healthy pressure to her grip. Christopher then
replied trying not to relinquish any more of his confindence over to Darla,
and said, " Well I can say one thing about you with you being such a little
cutie, you sure are a strong little girl. " Darla then said giggling more, "
And stronger then you think as your about to painfully find out Christopher! "
Darla, and Christopher, then took several steps back away from each other
nearing the outer edge of the inner white cirlce of the grayish blue mat.

Then Darla announced the start of the wrestling bout between herself, and
Christopher, by a verbal annoucement saying, " Lets do this! "

Darla, and then Christopher slowing moved in towards each other, as what
appeared on Darla's end as a more confindent wrestler. Christopher for some
reason knew he had to get the first jump on this girl, and in reaching out to
take a hold on Darla, she quickly snatched him by his wrist, and just as
quickly her other hand locked that wrist, and in a quick painfulful twist,
Darla spun Christopher almost in a 360 turn whipping him painfully to the mat.
Christopher's shoulder hit the mat hard as he came down with a loud thud, and
an anguished cry escaped his mouth, as he hit,, " Aaarrgggh!!! " But a louder
cry came from Christopher's lips, as Darla followed through with a smashing
elbow drop to the same shoulder. Christopher cried out in a loud scream, as he
was face first into the unforgiving gym mat, as he felt the hard solid elbow
of Darla's smashing painfully, and with a sure deadly accuracy into his
shoulder,, " AAAIIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG!!! "

Darla wasted no time in locking Christopher's arm in a reverse armbar, and
felt Christopher struggle as he tried to break free, but in his attempt he was
getting no where, and Darla began laughing, and realizing for the first time
she had no reason in the world to feel inferiour towards this man. Darla then
said after regaining her composure due to her sudden excitement, and laughter,
" Gee,,, Chrissy,, you was an ex-marine, and champ,, well you fooled me, cause
I don't see neither of those people here on this mat! " Christopher's
embarrassment rose, as he felt helpless with his face disfiguring some in pain
as it was lying hard pressed heavily against the mat, and sweat was now
rolling heavily from his brow, with Darla forcing up even harder on his arm
sending swift sharp sudden bolts of pain shooting steadily through it.

Christopher continued to struggle in the hold but it was useless, he was
finding out quickly that he was no match for the girl, and Darla was thinking
to herself the very same thing, that Christopher was no match for her.

Darla then spoke to Christopher saying, " You know how easily I could break
your arm right now, if I wanted to, and there wouldn't be a thing you could do
about it! " Christopher's mind began filling itself with an intensity of fear
as her felt his arm being forced upward even harder in a way that was contrary
to its natural position, and it felt as though this young teenage girl by the
name of Darla Steele, was about to rip his arm right out of its socket.
Christopher could hear the creaking bones of his upperarm bone, along with the
ball of that bone that was placed in the shoulder socket grind, creating an
excruciating slow painful burn in it. It was as if Christopher could smell
sulfer, of bone burning as Darla continued to work his arm in the armbar
creating an excruciating pain, and he couldn't believe the awesome strength
that this teenage girl possessed. " My gawd! " He thought to himself, " How
can such a young girl be so strong taking him down so easily, and humiliating
him in such a way, he was an ex-fighting marine! "

Darla then released the pressure on Christopher's arm, and said, as he groan
loudly in agony, " But you know Christopher, I'm not going to break your arm,
even though it would just take a quick easy twist upwards like this if I
wanted to! " " AAaaaiiiaaahhhgggGGG!!! " Christopher let a loud screeching
cry, as he felt Darla give his arm a sharp, but momentarily tug upwards, then
releasing the pressure. An overwhelming sweep of relief overswept Christopher,
as he thanked the heavens that Darla had mercy not to rip his arm clean from
its socket.

Christopher's eyes now welled up in tears with Darla releasing the hold on his
arm, and with Darla now seated to the front of him with Christopher facing her
while lying on the mat in some tears, she began to mock him as he surrendered
the match while clutching his shoulder, " Aaaahhh.. poor baby about to cry?
boo.. hoo...hoo... " Christopher, then conceded the match with pleading, "
Pleaseee.. pleaseeeeee.... no more.. I can't take no more... you can have the
shower, you win! "

Darla then rose to her feet while Christopher still lied on the mat, trying to
force the pain out of his shoulder, and arm by rubbing it heavily. Darla now
standing to the head of Christopher said with her hands on her hips, " Well I
could take a shower if I wanted to, and leave you here to cry like a little
baby, maybe I just might take a shower now. " Christopher was momentarily
relieved as he saw Darla take a slow turn away from him as if beginning to
head of to the lockerroom, then his fear suddenly returned, as Darla sharply
took an about face, and said, " But I don't think so little man, and now it's
time for your LESSON ! "

Darla then quickly seated herself at the head of Christopher, and turning him
on his back his fear of a punishing calve choke became a reality as Darla
manuvered his head between her thighs, and placed her right calve across the
front of his throat, choking him out to more tears, and pleading for mercy.
Darla continued sending Christopher through pain of the application of the
calve choke, not bringing him to a knockout, but allowed him to suffer
miserably feeling every bit of the feverish pain that was coursing through
him, for a good fifthteen minutes or so. Then Darla released her choke about
his neck, and quickly stood to her feet allowing Christopher to lie clutching
his throat in tears, and a downpour of crying. Darla then said leaving
Christopher without any doubt that she wasn't done with him just yet, " Now Mr
Liams, I think its about time I leave you with a little gift."

" NOOO...!!! PLEASEEEeeeee... " Christopher cried as Darla knelt over some,
and taking him by his injured arm, and roughly pulled Christopher to his feet
facing her. Suddenly Christopher's pride, and ego escaped him, as he
relinquished his manliness, and broke down with a sudden sweep of downpouring
tears rapidly begging for just a little mercy from this young female teenage
tormentor, " Please.. pleasee.. pleaseee... don't do this, please.. don't hurt
meeeeee... AAAIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG !!! " Darla without mercy, roughly pulled
Christopher into herself, and wrapped her massive now swelling, and hardening
arms about his chest taking him into a brutal bearhug.

Christopher felt as though he was about to die, as he felt Darla's chest
expand, and harden against his own, and it appeared as though Darla was about
to explode from the fabric of her powdered pink tanktop, and her ever
increasing swelling of her biceps began to cut sharply into the sides of his
body like sharpened iron. Christopher's mind was filled with pain, and hot
flashes began oversweeping him as Darla tightened her painful grip about his
chest. Christopher's chest felt as though it was about to inplode due to the
force that Darla was applying with her young but powerful arms. Darla could
feel the surge of excitement, and arousel well up within' her as she held
Christopher in the bearhug, and seeing his face reddened due to the deprival
of oxygen, and pain was fearfully etched across his face. Christopher only
kicked some weakly with his feet, and tried to use his arms, and hands that
were deadening fast to break free of Darla's enormously powerful hold about
his body. Sweat ran in torrents streaking his face, with a mixture of hot
flaming tears streaming from his eyes. Christopher's mind didn't know how much
more of this punishiment he could take, let alone without Darla snapping him
in two like a piece of dry timber. Christopher felt as though his spine was
about to shatter, as he felt Darla's huge incredible biceps harden to even a
greater degree cutting like sharpened honed steel, into the sides of his body.
Christopher's upper body burned with an unquenchable agony, and he felt that
if Darla continued her brutal hold that his body would collasp, and a never
ending darkness would forever accept him into its world.

Then Christopher panick as he could hear the slight breakage, of bone, and the
giving away of tearing cartilege within' his back. Christopher's upper torso
quickly bowed back while Darla fiercly applied the pressure about him, and
with Darla releasing some of that pressure, quickly applied another sudden
increase of it, jolting Christopher's upper torso backwards once more at an
even a more violent force, whipping his head back in the process, and forcing
a horrid expression of pain sweeping over his somewhat bluing face. "
AAAAAAaaaiiigggaaahhhHHHGGG ! ! ! "

Darla suddenly grew overly wet between her thighs, and she released a groan of
loud pleasure, as if she just had her first orgasim, as she heard several ribs
snap, and break in succession.

" AAAAIIIeeeaaahhhggghhhHHH ! ! ! " Christopher let out a high screaming cry,
that ended in a squeel, as he felt within' his back, spinal discs popping, and
no longer having their rightful place within' his spinal column. Christopher's
body suddenly fell limp, and lifeless with the clutches of Darla's hold, and
his mind went blank as he passed out with an overwhelming flash of heat that
overswept his perspiring body.

Christopher welcomed the darkness of sleep, but he would never welcome or face
the fact that he was left paralized from the waist down. Christopher lived a
life in a wheel chair, due to the hammering of that bearhug Darla applied to
him and the lack of oxygen to his brain from being brutally bearhugged left
his mind near being a vegetable, and could never recall how he was brought
into his present crippled condition. But at times he could faintly remember of
a girl, a girl that said, she would leave him with a gift to remember her by,
but could never if his life depended upon it remember her name, thus leaving
again the authorities in yet another mystery!

Darla's recall of that day was fully intact, as she would walk by the nursing
home, and seeing Christopher out on the nursing home's patio deck in a wheel
chair. Darla would relish in her accomplishment of seeing Christopher in his
present crippled condition, and on several occassions, Darla had walked up to
Christopher, and placed her hand under his chin, tilting his sagging head
upwards to face her, she would say as she looked into his eyes that fear would
suddenly shoot through, and could see as if he was trying to put a name to a
face, in questioning her, " So Mr Liams, do you remember me, little man ?
Gee.. and here I was really hoping you would. "

The end!

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