The strength of a girl.
by The TKO Kidd desio@adelphia.net
Darla just fourteen, could put a hurting on a man he would never forget,,,


Bill wanted to only scream out more of his pain and agony, as he felt his
ribcage and chest beginning to bow inward due the heavy compressure of Darla's
hard innerthighs squeezing him like a killer boa.

Bill's face now was a bright crimnson red, with it turning into a darker shade
of the colour. Tears rolled slowly down the burning cheeks of Bill, and some
trickles of sweat made their way down his forehead. Bill could barely breathe
if breathing any at all, and all he could think of now, or wanted to think of,
"Why can't this girl just put me out of my misery?"

Bill felt like he was lying between two heavy walls of solid steel threatening
to crush the very life out of him. There wasn't a thing Bill could do to
escape the torture of Darla's thighs, as he had tried in vain, in just his not
so long ago attempts. Bill had pounded furiously against Darla's steel like
hardened thighs, but to no avail. Bill tried pressing against the legs of
Darla's with his hands, to push himself free between her twin killerlike
pythons, but his arms were just too weak to create any space for an escape
from Darla's thick muscular punishing thighs that swelled up even larger
during those weakly attempts Bill made.

Darla still just a teen at this time, had never ran into a boy her age capable
of taking her in a fight, wrestling match, or any other feat of strength, and
surely a man in his late forties hadn't even came close to overcoming the
strength of Darla's Steele like laidened thighs.

Bill an older gentleman in his late forties found himself in a dire straight,
between Darla's legs. Darla pounded Bill unmercifully, and battered his
weakened upperbody with heavy bruises, pressing her innerthighs that swelled
up tight like a killer boaconstrictor would when squeezing the very life's
breath from it's victim. Bill though somehow remained conscience through all
of this, and could only lie helplessly trapped between Darla's thick hard
thighs, only wishing in himself for some kind of mercy, and some kind of an
escape.

As Bill lied there between Darla's thick muscular legs trapped, she spoke to
him with a older woman's rebuke as if she was correcting some little boy
telling Bill, "You Mr Dibbs, you're gonna hold me back another year in school?
Well little man, i don't think that will be happening this year!" Bill's spine
felt as if it was being sorely pressed upwards from Darla's thigh lying
beneath him squeezing, while Darla's other hard innerthigh lied over and
across his ribcage, and chest constricting, and reconstricting, and pressing,
and squeezing heavily together, agreeing with Bill's punishment of a possible
ribcage beaking scissors, with her other leg.

Bill's eyes would bulge large at times, as Darla would increase, then decrease
the ammount of thigh pressure upon his painfully hurting upper body. Darla
wasn't about to do Bill in as of yet, but wanted to see her jr highschool
principal suffer some, even more. Darla would allow Bill to refresh his lungs
with some of the precious substance known to him as oxygen. Bill satisfied
himself a little with this, but would've rather had told Darla good night, and
prefered to rather had just passed out into a deep sleep. The refilling of his
lungs with air, only had stung sharply, and burned within' them, as he did
regain some oxygen, making him feel even less more miserable.

Bill would weez out his pleads of agony during those times he could by whining
out lowly, "Pleaseeee,,, stop,, pleaseeeeeee..."

Bill then felt some cartilege give in his spinal column popping, and he cried
out loudly, crying out in extreme pain, "AAARRHHHGGGGGG,,, GAWD, somebody help
meeeeee, PLEASEEEEEE!!!"

Darla just at fourteen was way too much of a girl for Mr Bill Dibbs, with her
youthful hard girl figure being so overly powerfull, so much stronger then
Bill's weakened aged frail body. Bill knew he wasn't that much when it came to
his physical strength, but would've never dreamed of the day, when some jr
highschool teenage girl would pound him senselessly with just her muscles. Mr
Bill Dibbs though was now realising quickly how strong a schoolgirl of Darla's
age could be.

Darla thick, large, hard, and definately stronger then any of the school's
male faculty, was taking it to her principal, and taking it to him in the
worse way.

Just as Bill thought he might be going under, he screamed out again as he felt
some cartilege pop between his ribs. Painfully, and loudly Bill screamed out,
"IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG!!!"

Momentarily Bill was relieved, and released from between Darla's thighs, but
cried out like a whining little baby when Darla knelt over taking him by his
throat, and lifting him to his feet roughly. The task of bringing Mr Dibbs to
his feet by his neck was no problem for Darla Steele with her arms being large
and thick, padded with muscles. Darla only used her right arm though picking
Bill up by his throat, with her bicep bulging some, making her arm even larger
in size.

"No, no,, pleaseeeeee,, don't hurt meee noooooo more..." Bill cried
eractically in uncontrollable tears.

"Stop your damn whining you weak little old man, STOP IT, before i break every
bone in you!!!" Darla demanded Mr Dibbs without showing him any
reconsideration.

Silence fell quickly within' Mr Dibb's office, then the sound of a man's frail
body could be heard as Darla slammed him into the side of the office wall,
taking down some pictures that were hanging on it. Shattered glass of the
pictures fell around Bill as he fell to the floor of his office, crying even
louder in agony.

Bill lied there shortly with Darla standing over him with either leg to the
side of his body. As Bill slowly bought himself to his hands, and knees
beneath Darla, she reached down with her massively strong arms and took her
hands and brought them beneath his chin, locking them together at her fingers.
Then Darla knelt on Mr Dibbs lower back with one knee just above his butt,
holding him there pinned, with elevating his upper body in the painful clutch.

"Were you trying to go somewhere, Billy boy? You know that i can break you in
two, in any direction i wish to don't you little man? You're no fight for me,
you WIMP! You're just too damn weak!!!" Now escape me you frail little piece
of shit! Go ahead try old man!!!"

Mr Dibbs heard Darla, and tried to comply to her instruction, but couldn't
withstand the strength Darla possessed, and the pain that was shooting through
his battered body was even more racking, nor could he come close to breaking
free from Darla. Mr Dibbs knew without any passing shadow, that he was too
weak, and that he didn't nearly have enough muscle on him or strength that was
required to break freedom from a young girl so damn strong. Bill's arms, as
well as his legs filled themselves with a weakening numbness, and his mind
swirled in a whirlpool of anquish.

Bill wanted to be free of this misery that Darla was putting him through, and
begged in his own mind that either she just take him out cold leaving him to
rest if any in darkness, or just do him in altogether. But for some reason
Bill knew that wasn't going to happen just yet. Bill felt his entire body
locked and racked with pain, as if he was held firmly into a torture rack,
with Darla restraining him there firmly into the camel clutch she had him in.

"OOOoooAAAaaahhhgggggg,, pleaseeeeeeeee..." Mr Dibbs whined weakly,
"pleaseeeeeeeeee..."

Mr Dibbs mind spun with a dizzy sickness that filled his head with a whirlpool
of anquish, with him still wishing in his mind that this teengirl named Darla
Steele would just put him out of his misery.

Bill's body also throbbed with an intense pain, and there was little he could
do to keep himself from growing numb with it, but with the numbness of his
limbs setting in, the pain filling his body didn't lessen any.

Mr Dibbs felt his back wanting to break ever so close to giving in to a
crucial bonebreaking camel clutch. Then there was another sound of a pop in
Bill's back, with more cartilege giving way, and the faint grind of bone
against bone, along with a deep heated burning filling Bill's entire spinal
column, he begged in his mind with agony again, "pleaseeeeee,, pleaseeeee,,,
let this pain stop!!!"

Bill tried to look about him, but his head was restricted from any movement
with Darla's vicelike grip she had beneath his chin, and jaw clutching him
tightly still with her hands clasped together. Darla elevated Mr Dibb's
upperbody just a bit more with her strong arms, pulling up and back on Bill's
head, adding even more strain to his back, and increasing more pain in his
neck. "AAAaaarrrhhhgggGGGGGG!!!"

Bill cried loudly in more pain, and his tears fell like falling rain
spattering against the hard wooden floor of his office. He wanted free, he
wanted released from the pain that was torturing his body now in a million
different ways, but couldn't find it, not just yet.

"AAAhhhhhh,, Mr Dibbs, does all of this hurt? Gee,, what a weak little old man
you are... Here i'm just a sweet little innocent schoolgirl wanting to go onto
her next year. Now if you don't see it my way, then i guess i'll just have to
shatter your broken body here, then drag you to your own car, then drop you
off leaving you somewhere for dead along some abandoned old backroad.. Now,
what's it gonna be old man!?!" Darla asked.

Just as Mr Dibbs felt his back giving in to the extreme pressure of the clutch
Darla had on him, and just as he felt that his neck was going to give into the
breaking along with his spinal column, he cried with what he had left in him,
lest fearing the worst, "Yessssss,, Darla you goooooo on to your next year...
now pleaseeeeeeeee..."

Then several pops sounded, coming from Mr Dibbs back, and maybe what sounded
like a break also could be heard giving to Bill's back, then a dark
overwhelming shadow overswept Mr Dibbs, and his mind fell along deeply into a
darkness with his body falling limp, and giving its surrender to a deep cold
disturbing sleep.

Darla released Mr Dibbs letting his body plop to the floor in a heap.

Darla looked at Mr Dibbs momentarily as his body lied there on the hard wooden
floor of his office, with it jerking some between here, and there. Now Darla
was satisfied at seeing how she had taken yet another weak little man, nearly
breaking him in more then several different ways.

Darla Steele, left Mr Dibbs office, smiling to herself yet wickedly again,
along with her blonde pigtails bouncing behind her cute little head.

The end.

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