An interview with Darla Steele.
by The T.K.O Kidd  desio@adelphia.net
I decide to interview Darla Steele ...


An interview with Darla Steele .

As I write on the adventures of Darla Steele, with her laying waste to
battered, and broken men, I sit, and wonder what it would be like to sit, and
chat with her in an interview . So as I write this, I have made an appointment
with her to sit, and interview her just to find out her deeper reasons why she
goes about punishing men, until they are begging for her mercy in tears . Well
Darla is due here any moment so... Sorry but I believe she's here now... If
you like you can listen too the interview...

As I sit here before my computer, addressing my readers, I hear a knock at my
door . Yes Darla has arrived on time, to accept my invitation, to an interview.

There Darla stands as the door is opened for her to enter my abode, and my I
would have to say she is a bit more impressive than I write of her . Can you
imagine seeing Darla live, and standing directly facing you . Well if your a
small guy as I am being 5' 6", you would be looking up to a young goldened
blonde haired teenage girl, that stands 5' 10" . You would also immediately
notice that size, and just maybe a little intimadated,by her . If you had ever
faced Karla Nelson, well you would have a good idea of Darla's size . Darla
though remember is still a young teen, with having still that very girlish
facial appearance . Her 17 inch arms, and her chest span a little over 40
inches, with having thighs 27 inches, to go with her 17 inch calfs, does her
appearance no harm . Darla's muscularity, is well chisled, not having any age
affecting it . Darla's body such as her midection, and other areas that are
cut, and defined, is not unattractive in any way . Her defined muscularity,
only compliments her smooth hard complextion that the young teen girl
possesses . My, I would have to say on a scale between 1, and 10, that Darla
is definately a 10, then maybe some . Today she is dressed in uh.. ohhh... a,
a,, a,,, pair of short black sweatshorts, and a gray sweatshirt, cuttoff at
the sleeves, and waist, having a pair of pink, and white sneakers donning her
feet, her goldened blonde hair is set in her favorite ponytail . For some
reason I'm not liking this, knowing how she is usally dressed throughout the
stories that I write of her .

Just as I was about to offer Darla in, she made her own way in, brushing past
me rather roughly . What surprised me more was that Darla took a seat at my
computer desk . My computer desk, at that ! Darla wasn't backwards about
making herself at home in my apartment . Then I said to her, " I believe your
sitting in my seat there, Darla, " Darla turned to me as she swivled about to
face me, and said, " Oh, am I now ? This is your seat ? Well little boy, it
looks like its mine at the present time, now could you find yourself a chair,
and pull yourself on up here next to me, you do have some questions for me
don't you ? " I wasn't about too disagree with her, I recognized immediately
one thing about Darla, and that was she was the one who liked being in
control, as if I shouldn't of known . So I did as I was told, and pulled
another swivel chair up along too the side of her .

My computer was still on with the screensaver doing its thing, with the
Windows 98 logo, making its rotating pattern around the monitor screen . Darla
then said to me, " So is this the little toy of yours that you like to write
your stories on of me, Kidd ? " I then said to her, answering, " Well yes it
is . " Darla then took the mouse, and then smiled at me again, while saying, "
You do remember my name don't you, Kidd ? " I answered her saying, " Yes, its
Darla how can I forget, I was the one that came up with your character . "
Darla while still having her hand placed on my mouse, said, and not smiling as
before, " Well little man then I think that you should address me by my first
name, do you understand me boy ? " Knowing Darla from the stories that I had
written of her up to this point I should know her name, but now I'm seeing
Darla being a little more aggressive, and dominating than I expected, and this
was somewhat making me nervous . So in return to Darla's question, I answered
her somewhat timidly saying, " Yes.. I,, I,,, understand Darla . "

Darla looked at me, and smiled, as she watched me relinquish my confindence of
security over to her questioning authority . Darla gave me another smile,
knowing she had me a little intimadated by her youthful dominance . Darla then
with her hand still on the mouse of my computer, said while giggling, and from
what I could figure is that she was giggling at me, over my apparent fear, and
weakness of her, " So Kidd, lets see what type of a little boy you really are,
by seeing what you like to store to your little ten cent computer here ? " I
spoke quickly, feeling that if I had anything on my computer saved was my own
personal buisness, saying, " I,, I,,, rather you don't Darla, " Darla then
gave me a look that told me, it would be in my best interest if I just sat
there, and kept my mouth shut, and that I did, trembling maybe just a little .
The first thing that Darla clicked onto was my files, " MY FILES ! " Those
were my files, of saved pics, that I would used to get my ideas for the
artwork that I would do, and within' those files was a folder that was titled,
" The Kidd's stories . " Darla brought up the window to view as a webpage, and
the first pic icon that she that she clicked onto, gave the small image of a
young gal facesitting an older gentleman . Darla wasn't smiling now as she
brought the picture to full screen .

Darla seeing the pic full blown, turned too me, and said, rather not too
happily, " So is this what you like ? you know that is not wrestling at all,
and if you would ask me, I would have to say its a little disgusting . Now
Kidd, tell me if you agree ? " I looked at her trembling a little more in my
return to her when I answered, saying, " Well you.. you... see Darla, people
that read my stories like a bit of variety in them . " My answer to Darla
really ticked her off, and I had no questions in doubting that anger when she
returned to me by saying, " What Kidd ? My stories isn't enough for your
readers, is that it ? are you telling me that I don't give them enough variety
? Well little man, what if I decide to show them a little variety right now,
and take you too that floor, and show them, and you just how many different
ways I can have you screaming, and crying out in pain ! " Suddenly I didn't
want to talk with Darla no more, and see this interview through, in fact I was
led by more fear then boldness, and in my next move, I stood to my feet, and
said, to my own hurt, " I,, I,,, think its time for you to go Darla, this
interview is better being over, than.. tha... " I didn't have time to finish
my sentence, before Darla was too her feet, and I didn't have no time to get
too mine, before she was behind me; taking her massive right arm, and wrapping
me around my throat with it .

My oxygen supply was quickly being cut off, before Darla even brought her
other hand up to her wrist too lock in the choke hold she had on me from
behind while I was sitting in the chair . " UuusssAAaassshhhggg ! " Already I
was choking, and gasping for air, trying to suck in what little I could,
between shortened breaths . Darla then said, " Now Kidd, is this enough
variety or do you still want to see more ? " Her question to me couldn't be
answered, Darla wasn't allowing me to talk, let alone breathe and I was
beginning to panic; hoping she wasn't going to tear my head off from my
shoulders . Darla then said, " Well lets see if we can add some variety here,
without me sitting on your face, you are so weak, instead of wanting to
wrestle a girl, you would rather allow one to sit on your face, I guess its
because your just to scared that if you wrestled a young girl, that she would
kick your ass simple ! " Before I knew what was coming next, my feet was
coming directly up from off the floor, and my body was being roughly pulled
up, and over the back of my chair; all in the mean while, while Darla still
had me in the chokehold from behind . My legs kicked out feebly as I tried to
escape Darla, but my strength was fading quick, and my weak attempts grew
weaker, as Darla quickly took me to the floor .

Darla had released me from the choke, but I was pretty much done in, and it
was going to take a little time to recover from her brutallity . I was now on
my back gasping for air while holding my throat, and Darla moved herself to
the front of my head, lying down on her stomach . Darla then pulled herself a
little closer to my head, while I laid there now sobbing some, and choking in
some air, along with mine own tears . " Pleaseee... Darla.. I, I,, I,,,lll do
away with the facesit pics... just pleaseee... stoppp... hurting meee... " As
Darla positioned herself to take me in another choke from the lying down
position with her facing my head, she said, " Ohhh... gee... your crying
now... you weak little boy.. but you should of never had those pics on your
computer in the first place... so lets see just how much variety we can add,
by seeing just how much louder you can cry, you weak little panty waist ! "

Darla then took me into another chokehold, and from the side of my head she
wrapped her arm about my neck, and bringing my head up some she brought her
forearm around, and under my head, and neck to lock her wrist with her other
hand .Tears began streaming down my face as I felt Darla's bicep swell, and
harden, pressing sorely into my throat . In a very short time while in the
lying down chokehold, Darla had brought my breathing to a near stop . I was
gasping in short, and far, and in between gasps, trying to draw in any oxygen
possible . My breathing was more like rasping sounds, there were times that
there was an opened airway allowing me just gasp in a quick but very little
tinge of the precious substance known as air, that I obiviously took for
granted up too this point . The tears that hit my cheeks, stung, and burned
against my face that was beginning to burn up in a fever . Darla was fiecre,
more than I was expecting . You would think that I should of known the girl;
since I was the one who came up with her character, but I guess reality
doesn't set in until knowing someone, that is until you meet them face to
face, in an unmistakenly painful way .

Darla while leaving up some on the chokehold, and allowing me to choke in some
oxygen while choking in my tears, said, whispering softly in my ear, " So
Kidd, how does it feel to be such a little weakling, you know little man that
if I wanted to, I could crush your windpipe with using hardly any of my
strength at all . Can you also tell me you little wimp, how a woman could ever
be satisfied with such a weak little man as you are ? " I've never considered
myself weak . I always considered myself a strong willed person, and even
considered myself physically strong; but Darla was now proving me wrong,
breaking me down to tears,while breaking my will, along with taking full
control of manhandling me physically; proving to me just how weak of a man I
was .

Darla's attitude was hard, and punishing, and for such a young girl in her
early teens I couldn't believe that a girl could be so cruel as she was . I
answered Darla's question, knowing if I didn't admit to my obvious weakness
that she would hurt me; as she did with so many others, saying, " Yess..
yesss... Darla, I am a weakling.. and I could never please... a woman that
would possess the strength that you have, sooo... pleaseee... Darla..
pleaseee... let me up now... " My crying didn't have any affect on Darla
whatsoever, and my tears would go without mercy . Darla only giggled at my
answer to her, while saying to me, " I doubt if you could please any woman,
with you being such a cowardly little weakling... really now Kidd, do you
believe for one minute that a woman would want to be with you; with you being
such a sniveling crying weak little man ? " I didn't know how to answer Darla,
believing I gave her a good enough answer previously . Darla then said to me,
" Oh, does the cat have your tounge, well thats too bad; cause I guess that
I'm going to have to add a little more variety here, and maybe; just maybe
convince you, just how strong, and powerful my thighs are . Tell me Kidd, have
you ever felt the extreme pain that a strong young muscular girl could cause
to your weak little body, by wrapping it with her legs, and squeezing you
until you scream in pain for release ? " Darla paused for a moment, and then
said as I was still lying, and still crying within' her lying down chokehold,
" Don't answer that Kidd, because I'm going to show you just how much pain I
can create within' that weak pathetic little body of yours, and convince you
once, and for all just how much of a weak little crying wimp you are ! "

I was frightened beyond any sensible reason, and knew that I was in some
serious trouble, and in for some serious hurting . The thighs of Darla's
should of been enough to convince any man just from the sight of them; let
alone from wanting too find out from lying in between them while she would
unmercifully go about bringing you to screaming tears . I had a good idea, but
now I was going to find out first hand, in a way that that sent an icey cold
chill shooting through the core of my spine, as well as the rest of my body .
I shook in fear, and tremble something terribly, as Darla released the
chokehold on me, and pulled me into a sitting position on the floor . I was
too afraid to fight against her, knowing if I did she would destroy me in a
matter of minutes in some kind of a crushing hold . But whether I would fight
against her or not, I was still going to experience the most painful
ribscissoring that I have ever known; or would ever want too know again .

Darla positioned herself sitting behind me, taking her thighs wide, spreading
them opened, and to each side of me . I was still trembling, and finding it
nearly impossible to bring my tears under control, as Darla wrapped her
forearm about my throat, and locked it at her wrist with her other hand . I
shook, like a leaf in the wind, and sobbed, hoping just hoping that she would
instantly change her mind, and show me some mercy by forgetting all about
this, but today as I thought myself fortunate when offering Darla into my
place of stay to chat with her, my mind was changing quickly, and turning to
the direction of panic, and fear; know now it was a mistake wanting to do her
interview .

Darla, then spoke again while leaning into my ear, and softly saying, " Now
Kidd, it won't do you a bit of good to put up a struggle, cause you would be
no match for me seeing how much of a weakling you are, and seeing how much
stronger I am than you . But I'll tell you what I will show you some mercy;
only if you can keep from crying out like a wussy, because you see, I know
some Apache Indian history, if you take the punishiment I'm about to pour out
on your weak little body like a man, without crying like some little cunt,
then I'll spare you of any further pain, but if you cry out like some little
whine baby, then I'm going to have to hurt you really bad, and I'm sure you
won't like the final results ! So now shall we begin ? " I didn't have too
answer that, because it wouldn't make a difference to Darla what I would of
said to her, because I was going to feel the pain of her punishing python like
thigh strength regardless .

My tears began streaming down my cheeks stinging as they did, with Darla now
slowly coiling my body at the waist with her massive murderous thighs, that
could crush a man to death within' a matter of some very short minutes, if she
applied anywhere near fifty percent of her leg strength . But I held my
silence, thinking if I could just endure the time that she had planned on
tormenting me between her thighs, I just might make it through this without
any serious injuries .

Darla's thighs felt smooth, and solid as they embraced the sides of my body
within' their firm grip, and felt very pleasurable, but that comfortable
moment of getting a taste of what it may of been like being between Darla's
legs in another situation was soon to leave me . Darla then locked her ankles
together, and slowly began squeezing her thighs together, at first even though
I was sobbing heavily the sensation of feeling her inner thigh muscles growing
more solid against my sides, felt good, but then as her muscles of her inner
thighs began to bulge, and tighten to even a greater degree, I was now feeling
the pain within' me, now with her muscles cutting sharply into my sides of my
waist .

During this time my breathing was becoming really difficult, but my tears
flowed rather easily, as it felt like I was being engulfed, tormented, and
crushed by a mighty boaconstictor . The muscles of Darla's inner thighs now
felt like coils of steel that was shredded, and frayed cutting into me in an
even slower pace; making my internal organs, along with my ribcage to scream
out in severe pain . The pain,and the fire that filled my body increased to a
point that I thought that I was about to verballize it, and break out
screaming for mercy .Darla knew exactly when to leave up on me to allow me to
regain little oxygen, then to only begin the suffering all over again, at
which it never really ended in between those very small breaks . I did my best
to fight off the screaming out, and breaking down openly like an infant;
knowing if I did, Darla would leave me broken as she had other men much bigger
than myself . Now really I didn't know how much longer that was going to last,
because anything in my body that was feeling fine earlier was now screaming
out in agony, and only desiring release from a pair of stone crushing thighs .
My mind screamed out in pain, and my fear of severe injury, if I gave into
verballizing my pain to Darla, kept me silent .

Darla, then eased up some on her crushing me into wine, and said, softly in my
ear, " Mmm... very good... Kidd, I underestimated your endurance, but I can't
leave here without at least bruising, or even fracturing a rib, mmm... for a
little guy... and may I say you are still a weakling, has some endurance for
pain, well we'll see what kind of a reaction I get from you when there becomes
a small break in that ribcage of yours . Oh... sweetie.. this is your last,
and final test, endure it, and you spare yourself of any broken bones .
Kidd... I honestly hated doing this too you... you've been so sweet to me, by
writing of me, and making me an icon in the fantasys of men's minds, so if you
can take this last squeeze without screaming out like a little baby girl, then
I'm done... and I'll go leaving you in some better shape that I had left
others in... "

Darla kept her promise, after applying one of the most painful squeezing that
I had ever experienced . All I remember was pain shooting throughout my entire
body causing me to jerk, and twitch wildly within' her thighs . I could also
remember a little, of leaving out a high pitched scream, but I guess I held my
silence, " mmm... no broken bones... " My upper body though was battered, and
bruised badly, more so around my ribcage area very sore, and painful, and a
section of my ribcage area, there was an was increased with swelling, and more
bruised being bright red, with a shade of black, and deeping blue . I could
barely move, as I laid there sprawled out on the floor before my computer desk
. I was hurting something terribly, when a neighbor came home that lived three
doors down, and tapped on the outside of my opened door . Sherry then noticed
me on the floor, and rushed into the room kneeling at my side, and asking me
if I was ok, in which I told her I thought I maybe but wasn't sure . Sherrie
then drove me to the hospital, after it took me some slow, and painful time
getting me to my feet, and outside to her car .

After being there at the hospital all evening, and then admitted to for
several weeks I was told that I suffered from three fractured ribs, with a
couple being badly bruised, and there was a slight trace of some internal
bleeding, that they brought under control . I was then released from the
hospital, but while there I was questioned on how these injuries came about,
with me telling them I wasn't sure .

I refused to believe it could of been Darla's doing, knowing that she is just
a story character, that I had put together in a short story series . It just
couldn't of happened, not an interview with Darla, that turned into my
hurting, " Nahhh... just a nightmare I thought... " That is until I sorely sat
at my computer, and opened up my files, and spotted all of my lusty wrestling
pics deleted . Then going to my stories, I spotted a text file there that I
had not written . When opening it, it was addressed to me, and it read, " Now
give them variety, without sexual vulgarity in your stories, and I will give
you the worst, or the best in Darla, and just think about it sweetie, I left
you with another story... " Sincerly, Broken ribs, and kisses, hugs from...
Darla PS, And be thankful, I only left yours fractured, and bruised !

Oh, yes I was very thankful !

The end ! Comments accepted at, desio@adelphia.net