Steele: Kisses of a cobra.
by The TKO Kidd, at tdesio@hotmail.com
First kisses for a man can be fatal, especially one coming from Ms. Darla Steele!


Never attempt to kiss a cobra!

Darla was now living a free girl once again, having been released from the
girls reformatory just a little over nine months ago.

Darla's physique had hardened considerably while in the correction facility
for girls. Darla's young womanly body appeared now as if it was chisled from
hard granite. Darla's upperbody was staturesque, possessing layers upon layers
of thick solid muscles. Darla's biceps, and forearms were huge, with her
biceps measuring a little over seventeen inches.

Darla's arms flaired slightly from either side of her wide spanding delts, and
upperbody, giving her the grace, and the beauty of a strong female lioness,
with it evident in her gaite, and posture.

Darla Steele, still possessed a well endowed set of breasts, being of a very
pleasurable sight to any man's eyes.

Darla's muscles that lined between her breasts were sharp, cut, and hard,
giving all the definition that a young woman could possess, in her young adult
body..

Darla was a beauty chisled hard, muscularity evident.

Darla's thighs, and lower legs gave further proof to her strong powerful
female physique.

Darla possessed thighs now that measured twenty seven inches in diameter, and
trimming her thighs off were a set of lower legs, with them measuring around
her calves at seventeen inches.

Yes, being some years in a girls reformatory did not damage Darla's gorgeous
muscular appeal at all, nor did it taint the girlish like cuteness that Ms.
Steele, possessed in her face.

Darla nolonger carried the lengthy blonde ponytail, but with her keeping her
blonde hair neatly trimmed about her head, exposing both of her ears, and with
the length of her hair lightly touching the nape of her neck.

Ms. Darla Steele, blonde hair, bright sparkling blue eyes, cuteness covering
her face and smile, standing six foot one inches tall, now twenty one years of
age, was a fine speciman of a young adult woman of muscles, beauty, and
strength.

Darla's incarceration into the girls correction facility was due to her being
convicted as an adult, for her assaults on older men, leaving them broken, and
some disabled.

Now Darla regained her freedom, and was three months away from completing her
year of probation with success, and with good behaviour.

For nine months out among the community of free living citizens, Darla kept
herself from searching out any men, and kept herself from finding any men, and
crushing them with her wrestling skills, and prowess.

Oh, but Ms. Steele was growing hungry once again, desiring just one man to
beat down, break, and punish. Just one fix is what Darla craved. One man, one
weak man!

Darla was now finishing up at the laundrymat with taking her clothes from a
dryer. Ms. Steele went through her laundry disclosing them into a laundry bag,
she was nearly done filling it with her clean clothes. Darla drew the last
couple of pieces being a pair of gray cutoff sweats, and a gray sweat shirt
cut off at the shoulders, and cut above the waist ready to place them into the
bag.

Darla's mind went into a moment of daydreaming, as she pictured herself
wearing these pieces of garments, and now on a search for some male prey to
break.

Darla Steele then decided in her mind, that was it, she couldn't take no more.

Darla wanted a man, desiring one badly. Desiring one weak man to pull into her
strong powerful arms. One man to take into a bearhug to slowly squeeze, and
punish. To slowly show a man her incredible strength. To make yet another weak
man beg for oxygen. To beg for mercy, and release.

Darla Steele wanted to hear just one more man cry in tears due to having him
between her powerful thick thighs, crushing him without an appeal!

Darla came from out of her momentary daze, then told herself that, that one
more man was going to be shortly.

Quickly Darla took the two pieces of gymwear, and headed to the restroom of
the laundrymat.

Within the privacy of the laundrymat's restroom, Ms. Steele would make her
change from her street clothing into the gray cutoff sweats, and the gray
cutoff sweathirt, that would expose her strong arms, and defined abs, that
were sharpened into a hard plated washboard.

There was two men now in the laundrymat that were disposing their laundry into
two double loaders, washers, when Darla made her exit from the restroom.

Both men suddenly stopped with what they were doing when catching an eye sight
of Ms. Steele.

"Howdy boys..." Darla said greeting the two men as she picked up her laundry
bag, now filled with her freshly cleaned clothes.

Neither men could speak, but was in awe. In awe of Darla's strong physical
womanly appearance.

Darla giggled as she looked back at the two guys, with her now opening the
door of the laundrymat to make her exit, and said to them both before leaving,
"See you dudes around sometime maybe, huh?"

One of the men replied before Darla made her final exit, "Yeah, hopefully..."

Suddenly the man that was remaining silent gave the other man that answered
Darla, a sharp jealous look. The man that remained silent withheld himself
from speaking to his friend, with his friend cutting him short telling him,
"Hey Chuck, that girl could make any guy go straight!"

Chuck only remained quiet returning to his chore of filling up the double
loader, but with the rest of his own clothing.

After the two men finished with doing their laundry together, Chuck bagged his
own laundry, then turned to his friend Bill telling him, "Well Bill, baby boy,
I'll be seeing you around maybe. Maybe if you don't go looking for that blonde
hair cutie. Honestly Bill, in my opinion, that girl will hurt you, and hurt
you badly."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Chuck..." Bill replied.

Chuck then turned away from Bill, and made his exit from the laundrymat
quickly, but not before telling him once more, "I'm telling you Bill. You go
looking for that young woman, and I have a bad feeling, that she'll be sending
you through a rough time.. I can see it in her eyes Bill. Take my warning!"

"Really Chuck, you worry too damn much. Now take your cute little ass on home.
I'll be quite alright..." Bill answered.

Then Chuck was gone in a whisper of the wind.

As Chuck was driving home in the twilight of the early evening, he drove past
a donut shop, located not far from the laundrymat that he was previously
occupying with his friend Bill.

Suddenly Bill noticed a young woman, a woman leaning against a deep maroon
coloured jeep.

The woman was a tall one, blonde short hair, muscular wearing gym clothing
just as Darla. Bill would figure it at a later time that this woman was the
same young woman that was in the laundrymat that he was in previously having
left Bill there to finsish up.

Chuck suddenly butted the joint of pot that he was smoking into the ashtray of
his car, and shook his head briskly as he looked at the woman briefly.

Chuck's eyes flashed opened in fear as he would only get a quick look into the
woman's face.

It was as though that the woman's countenance transformed itself into a
shedevil, returning to Chuck a wicked devilish smile.

Chuck turned his attention back to his driving keeping his car from veering
from off the road, taking control of the steering wheel, and bringing the auto
under control.

"Damn, I've got to quit smoking this laced shit. Causing me to hallucinate
badly!" Chuck thought to himself.

For Chuck that night was to end at a bar drinking his bad thoughts away that
had surrounded the events that happened to him earlier that day.

But there was a worse fate awaiting Chuck, and that was, was that he was going
to be involved in an automobile accident alone, that would end his life that
night.

Bill was now finishing up with him loading two duffle bags of clean laundry
into his beaten up old chevy.

Suddenly Bill's attention went to the idea of having some coffee at the local
donut shop not located far from where he was at.

So as Bill would make his way home from the laundrymat, the donut shop was the
first stop he was to make, before deciding to go on home.

As Bill pulled into the parking lot of the donut shop, he noticed a woman, the
same young woman from the laundrymat, standing beside her jeep, and smiling at
him.

Bill made his exit from his car, and approached the woman and smiled in return
asking her, "Your, your the same young lady that was in the mat not long ago,
correct?"

Bill was a handsome man, standing 5'10", deep brown hair, brown eyes, wearing
a pair of jeans, and a black tanktop, with a pair of black sport shoes donning
his feet.

"Hmmm, he is somewhat of a slender muscular hunk..." Darla thought to herself.

"Yes Bill, I am that same woman...." Ms. Steele answered.

Bill stopped cold in his tracks, never had met this woman before, he was now
wondering how in the hell did she know his name?

"Uhhh, do I know you from somewhere? Exactly how do you know my name?" Bill
asked with some serious concern.

Darla just giggled a little then returned to the man smiling telling him, "Oh,
just a lucky guess, I guess.. Really I don't know you from Adam. Seriously
though, Bill would be your name?" Darla finsished asking?

Bill quickly brought his right hand up to his eyes and rubbed them vigorously,
with him seeing in just a quick vision in Darla's face of what his friend Bill
saw in her, when on his way past the donut shop.

Darla then asked Bill sounding concerned, and in a sweet low voice, "Are you
ok, Bill, sweetie?"

Bill's sudden little panic attack ended when hearing Darla's voice sweeten.

Bill then answered Darla, "Yes I'm fine now. My mind just went cockoo for a
moment: And yes my name is Bill."

Darla giggled then returned to Bill still teeheeing some, "Teehee, Cockoo?
What a funny little word..."

Bill then blushed a little, then extended his hand towards Darla telling her,
"Well it's nice meeting you: But I didn't get your name Ms."?

Well Darla was never shy in letting a guy know her name, figuring they would
never pronounce her name properly, or with any coherence afterwards meeting
her.

Darla then answered Bill while forcing some strength into her handshake that
caused Bill to winch a little, telling him her name, "Oh sweet me.. I'm
sorry... My name would be Darla."

Bill now taking his hand free from Darla's with some relief asked her
politely, "Ms. Darla, would you have the pleasure of accompanying me into this
donut shop for a cup of java?"

Darla who has rarely blushed in her lifetime did this time, and in answering
Bill, she replied, "Well yes kind sir: But allow me to do you one better.. Say
the both of us gets a coffee to go, then we hop in my little jeep here, and go
for a long slow drive together?"

Bill returned to Darla pleased with the event that was now beginning to shape
up between them, "Yeah, yes we can do that..."

Bill thought to himself for a moment, and of his lifestyle, "Certainly a man
can change his preferences... Maybe Chuck will come to reason with the
fact..."

Certainly a man can, but will Chuck ever again come to reason with a fact,
with him being just a few hours away from meeting up with his fate?

Chuck was now sitting in a bar ordering two shots of whiskey, with a can of
brew for the chaser, and thinking to himself, "Bill, what a clown! Allowing
some cute blonde to lead his thinking astray... Gotta teach that boy something
when I see him again. Would hate to see his cute little bootie go to waste.."

In the mean time back at the donut shop outside Bill insisted that he would go
inside the shop, and purchase the two coffees for the two of them, while Darla
would be remaining by the jeep awaiting for his return..

Bill then turned the corner of the donut shop after he made his exit from it
moments before, carrying with his person two large styrofoam cups of hot
coffee, with both of them capped with a plastic cover.

Darla then smiled at Bill, and said to him, "Gee, aren't you a sweet guy... I
may grow to liking you."

Darla then made her way to the driver side of the jeep, with Bill handing her
the cups of coffee while extending his reach over to her from the passenger
side door.

Bill then replied to Darla's last sentence, "Yes, I hope you do, cause I'm
liking you already..."

Darla fired up her Jeep, and the two were off hot, and running.

Darla then broke the silence between herself, and Bill as she kept the jeep
steady on the road, while pulling the cup of coffee away from her lips, "You
look pretty, fit, and strong Bill. You work out any?"

Bill answered, "Yes, yes I work out some, but I'm no fanatic in the gym..."

Darla then returned to Bill, "Bill sweetie, you don't have to be a fanatic
over it: But you should have attitude.. Oh, and I hope you don't mind me
saying this to you sweetie, but you do have one hot looking body."

Bill noticed Darla's eyes taking inventory of his physique, and felt
flattered.

Bill then answered Darla telling her, "I don't mind girlfriend."

Darla's eyes narrowed some with her never having been addressed by any man as
a being his girlfriend, then looking at Bill with a set of piercing eyes she
told him, "I'm not your girlfriend!"

Then before Bill could comeback with an apology Darla spoke up with her facial
expression softening now, "Well at least not yet, Billy boy..."

Bill sighed in relief with hearing Darla's prior sentence, and asked her, "So
do you work out to, Darla?"

Darla giggle as she lifted the cup of java towards her lips, taking her arm
upwards, into what appeared to be a bicep flex, then asked Bill, "Well
sweetie, what do you think?"

Bill then answered Darla, "Very well, you do work out, and looking at your
display of gorgeous muscles, I'd have to say you work out alot."

Darla took a sip of her coffee, before pulling onto a road that would lead out
into a country side road.

Darla then asked Bill to reach into the glove compartment telling him, "Please
Bill would you pull that small pint of whiskey from the glove?"

Bill then replied, "Whiskey, when we're having coffee?"

"Teehee, hee.. Coffee, for the whiskey Bill. It does make a cool combo, you
cockoo..." Darla told Bill giggling...

Bill then did as he was told, and pulled the pint free from the glove
compartment of Darla's jeep then said laughing a little, "Ahhh, yesss, I see,
coffee for the whiskey."

Bill was really amused with Darla, and her calling him a cockoo, and his
fondness of Darla was really beginning to grow.

Darla then asked Bill as she drove deeper onto the country road, "Bill
darling, could you please uncap that pint, and pour me a fingerful into my cup
honey?"

Again Bill did as he was told, and obliged Darla meeting her request.

Further, and further the jeep drove on into the country, with Darla Steele
behind the wheel, and a man named Bill sitting at her side. Oh, this could be
a night for Bill to remember!

As Darla Steele drove on up the road with Bill and herself, she located a
small dirt road off to the right of the road she was driving on, Darla steered
the jeep into it. The old dirt road led to an abandoned farm area. Darla then
took the right turn into the dirt road leading up to an abandoned barn, and an
unoccupied farm house.

Darla broke the silence again this time between them not wanting Bill to go
into any questioning, as if he should? "Bill I know this place from way back
when I was a little girl. My mother, and I along with a step daddy lived here
once..."

Bill lowered his head a little, and with Darla's intentions of not wanting to
hear any questions from Bill was now shot. Darla though was going to keep
Bill's inquirey short.

Bill then asked, "So where is your mother and dad now? I'm sorry I mean your
stepfather.."

Darla then answered Bill telling him politely, "Well my mother has been living
in Canada with an her brother, my uncle. As far as my step dad goes.. Well
let's just say, I rather not talk about him!"

Flashbacks of Darla's life as a little girl flew through her mind of her
farmlife with her remembering how pleasent it was between herself, her mother,
and her stepdad. Suddenly one day on the farm while Darla's mother was away
visiting with her uncle for a couple weeks it all began with her, and her
stepdad.

Darla could remember all to vividly the horrors she spent with her stepdad.
The sexual assault upon her young person as a child growing up, all meted out
to her by one cruel, and sadistic sick pervert, being her stepdad!

Darla then put her coffee down into the catch all of of the jeep, that lied
between the passenger seat, and the driver's side, and asked Bill to do the
same.

Once again Bill obeyed.

Darla then asked Bill, "Please Bill take me, take me into your arms please,
and hold me..."

After Bill sat his coffee into the catch all with Darla's, he took her into
his arms embracing Darla firmly within' them, asking her, "Darla, you ok?
Something bothering you?"

Darla didn't answer Bill right away, but embraced him within her powerfully
strong arms, and held him close to her, in a very tight embrace.

Darla was now thinking to herself, "Maybe it's over, finally over now! I'm not
sure if I can do this to Bill. I'm not sure if I can take him and break him
like I so strongly want to. In fact this is the first man that has ever
treated me with real respect..."

Darla then pressed her cheek softly against Bill's feeling the rough exteriour
of his three day shadow, and smiled to herself.

Suddenly memories of her stepfather flooded her mind, and her embrace about
Bill tightened about his body with a fierceness!

Bill groaned loudly in discomfort, and his eyes widened in fear as pain shot
wildly throughout his back, and into his chest, "AAAaaarrrhhhggg!"

Bill tried to break free from Darla, but couldn't manage with his attempt.
Bill realized that Darla was just too strong. Darla then released the pressure
about Bill's body with him jerking free from her powerful embrace asking her
in an untentional angry tone of voice, "What in the hell is the matter with
you woman!?!"

Darla's attitude was still softened at this point, then returned to Bill
telling him, "I'm sorry Bill, I'm really sorry... Just bad old memories
haunting me..."

Bill then replied, "Well you came real close to breaking my back there! Maybe
you should lay off the steroids for a while, and take a break from the gym!"

Darla just lost her softened attitude, with her eyes narrowing again looking
at Bill she told him, "Bill, I'm not a steroid user, I'm a natural!"

Darla could feel the burn, the desire now within' her to hurt Bill, and hurt
him badly, and could right at this moment with the two of them seated in the
front of her jeep: But withheld that turn, wanting to lure him into the
backbed of the jeep.

So Darla regained her enticing conversation about herself, and told Bill
apologising, then asking him, "Bill really I'm sorry.. Now back at the donut
shop, I told you I was going to show you one better. I am a woman of my word."

Chuck was now on a roll having put down quite a few whiskeys and beers. As
Chuck sat at the bar, now with the barmaid approaching him with another shot
of whiskey, and a fresh can of icecold beer, she told him, "Sweetie, this will
be the last drinks you see for the night. I'm cutting you off after these. You
had way too much, and should be going on home afterwards. In fact you will be
leaving here after these are gone. Then go straight home and get some rest,
please..."

Chuck raised his head up to pull his attention into the face of the barmaid.

Chuck's eyes widened a little seeing that the barmaid had short blonde hair,
and stood kind of tall, but then for less then several seconds, a vision of a
shedevil, and the rememberance of Darla's face, flashed across the barmaid's
face.

Bill mummbled something beneath his breath, "My gawd, it is her!"

The barmaid replied, "Who, what are you stammering about man?"

Bill grew quiet with some tension tightening up his body, then returned to the
woman answering, "Nothing Ms, nothing really, just yammering.. Drunk you
know.."

The barmaid then in concern asked Chuck, "Hope you are ok Mr.. Want a hot cup
of coffee before leaving? Might do you a spell of good..."

Chuck regained himself some in his drunken stupor, and pushed the drinks back
towards the woman tending bar, "No, not not really. I'll be fine. I already
had enough to drink.. I'll be going now..."

Chuck pulled himself up from the barstool, with the barmaid smiling at him and
with her telling him to drive safely on his way home.

Darla then placed an opened right hand lightly upon Bill's shoulder, then
reaching with her left hand she turned the radio on, adjusting the volume at a
low confortable listening level.

"Bill, lets move ourselves into the back of the jeep. I wanna show you how
pleasent I can be to a man." Darla said, telling him in her sweet enticing
tone of voice.

Bill was a bit wary of Darla, but only a little, and did oblige Darla in her
request, following her lead.

Bill now found himself lying beside Darla in the backbed of the jeep, with the
length of the jeepbed providing just enough space for the two of them.

Wasn't long after that Bill was taken down to his briefs, with Darla having
relieved herself of her cutoff gray sweatshirt, exposing two bountiful prize
trophies, being her luscious set of breasts.

Bill took up the role of being the aggressor with him taking Darla into his
arms, and holding her in a firm embrace. Bill felt untop of the world right
now, but with some caution lingering in his mind, remembering the powerful
bearhug Darla applied to him not long ago, while they were in the front of the
jeep.

Darla's hard sharpened abs felt good against Bill's abs that weren't so
shabby, but not as nearly as hard as Darla's. Bill couldn't rightly remember
the last time he held a woman in this way, but was enjoying every lustful
moment of it now.

As Bill and Darla held to their embrace upon each other, with both of them
lying nearly nude on their sides, Darla placed her lips softly against Bill's
cheek, kissing him lightly. Then Darla took her mouth towards Bill's ear, and
pulled the lobe of his ear into her mouth, then began sucking on it softly.

Bill's passion for a woman was growing hotter with every passing second, and
the animal lust of a male that he once knew as a man was now returning to him.

Guess he could thank Darla Steele for that.

Chuck leaned heavily against his car, and then with some hesitation after
shaking his head free of another devilish vision of Darla's face, with another
short hair tall blonde passing him by on the sidewalk reminding him of Darla,
Chuck then decided to get into his car. It was definately time to leave.

Chuck started his vehical, then kicked it into 1st, then was off, but wasn't
going straight home, as he thought he would take a drive, wanting to clear
some thoughts from his mind.

Darla allowed herself to grow weak, letting Bill be the man for some moments,
but rather long moments.

Darla continued teasing Bill's ear, with her releasing the lobe of his ear to
explore the innerpart of his ear gently searching it with her wet tounge.

Bill couldn't control himself any longer, but began forcing his way in between
Darla's large powerful thighs. Darla at this time still had her sweatshorts
on, with Bill still having his pair of briefs on him.

Darla could feel Bill's hip thrusts against her cunt, along with the heavy
fricton against her inner thighs., along with feeling Bill's manhood growing
hard.

The momentary passion, and animal like lust of Bill's was turning Darla on.
Turning Darla on to the extent now that she beginning to enjoy the action, and
the feel of Bill's lower body thrusting against her own. Darla was now
beginning to soften in her attitude once again towards Bill, now only desiring
sex from him.

The heat grew between Darla and Bill, with her taking him by the back of his
head, taking two handfuls of his thick brown locks of hair, and pulling his
face close to her's. Darla then placed her mouth upon Bill's, allowing him to
part her moisten lips, and inserting his tounge deep into her mouth.

Bill then began groaning with heavy pleasure as he pulled his tounge free of
Darla's mouth, then lowering his face to her neck.

Bill's groaning now along with the perspiration beading over his body started
a line of flashbacks once again in Darla's mind pulling up memories of her
stepdad.

Darla thought to herself as the scenes and the events that took place between
her stepdad, and herself long ago when she was just a child, as they flashed
vividly before her in her mind. Darla only pictured Bill now as if he was
acting towards her in the same pig like fashion, groaning, sweating and
persistant in getting what he wanted from her, as her stepfather had.

"My gawd! He is even sounding like my stepdad in his groans, and his sweaty
smell coming from his body is no damn difference!" Darla thought to herself,
thinking of Bill, and her stepdad now in the same mannor.

Darla's attitude suddenly hardened once again towards Bill. Darla though was
still growing with a sexual excitement, but this time of a different kind as
she felt her cunt grow wet, and her innerthighs building up an expecting
tenseness.

Darla's innerthigh muscles near her moistening pussy, began to tingle with
excitement, with the muscles of her innerthighs growing taunt, hardening some.
Darla's innerthighs began to tighten up around Bill's lower body, with her
locking her lower legs behind his back at her ankles.

Bill's cautiousness was now thrown to the wind, with him only feeling the lust
of wanting to enter Darla. The brief encounter of the painful bearhug that
Darla applied to Bill had totally left his memory, but Bill was going to be in
for something more coming soon.

Bill then spoke to Darla telling her in a deep voice, "Give it to me you
bitch. Give it to me. Take off those sweats now!" Bill's gentleness from
earlier that evening when him and Darla first confronted each other, the
kindeness at that moment in time, that he possessed towards Ms. Steele was
gone now, with him only wanting laid. Guess Bill really wasn't with a woman
for a long time til he met Darla Steele, but now he didn't know how to control
his lust, and behaviour towards a woman in the act of making love.

Darla paused in her thoughts, with the flashbacks in her mind ending, but her
attitude, and anger grew with hearing Bill's choice of words when asking, or
rather demanding sex from her.

Darla then took Bill by the back of his head again, and pulled his face
towards her's, then replacing her moist mouth upon Bill's, but this time it
was Darla that entered Bill's mouth, and with little exploration of his
orifice, she sunk her tounge deep into his mouth, taking the tip of her tounge
into his throat, causing Bill to gag some.

Then Darla pulled her mouth free from Bill's, along with taking her tounge
from his mouth. Darla still maintained a grip on the back of Bill's head,
having two fistfuls of his hair, and pulled it in towards her's once again,
then telling him in a wicked soft whisper that would send chills through any
man's bones, "Oh yes Billy boy, I'm going to give it to you, but not in the
way that you're expecting!"

Suddenly Bill's eyes opened wide in shock, and pain as Darla yanked his head
roughly back away from her's. Bill suddenly felt Darla's innerthighs swelling
up tight about his upperbody, and a surge of pain went through him like a mass
of electrical shockwaves! "AaarrrhhhgggGGG! You fucking BITCH, let me go!"
Bill cried out in agony at Darla.

Darla was having nothing of Bill's first cry for mercy, but maintained her
punishing squeeze on the sides of Bill's upper body, and ribcage. Bill cried
out again louder this time in severe pain as Darla Steele thrusted her strong
muscular thighs tighter together about him. "IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG!"

Bill felt that now as if he was lying in between two plates of solid cold
steel weighing a thousand pounds a piece. Lying between two solid thousand
pound plates of steel that began to compress, and decompress against his upper
body, slowly crushing the life from him.

Bill was now panicking has he could feel the compressure of his ribcage bowing
inwardly, due to the powerful scissors that Darla Steele was applying to him.
In Bill's sudden panic, and before his breathing was brought to a nil, he
raised his arm above Darla's face, striking her with a hard solid shot to her
face with a strong forearm. The blow to Darla's face stunned her, and to the
point that her legs gave releasing Bill from the scissors.

Bill slowly came up sitting, and to where he could breath a little easier, but
not much. Bill then leaned against the back of the jeep's cab, exhausted and
drained of a considerable ammount of strength.

The powerful scissors that Darla had just previously applied on Bill had taken
a strong toll on his upper body, draining him nearly to nothing.

Darla's recuperation from the forearm shot though was amazing with her
suddenly bouncing upward taking a seated postion in front of Bill.

Bill looked at Darla now frightened to death, and could see that Darla had
enough about her senses, and could see that she was fully aware of the
situation surrounding her, and realising that he really hadn't hurt her much
at all, if any.

Bill sensed now that he was in some serious trouble, knowing now that he was
headed for a world of hurt!

Bill brought his hands up before Darla in surrendering, and pleading with her,
begging, "Please, please don't do this to me I'm sorry, really I'm sorry..."

Darla was amused with Bill's fear, but wasn't giggling now, but with a wicked
smile she told Bill, "Too late now Billy boy.. It's just too damn late for any
apologies... Oh yes, I'm going to enjoy this, but I don't think you will
Billy!"

Suddenly Chuck lost control of his car as he saw a large vision of Darla
Steele's face peering at him from above, and in front of his windsheild, then
transforming itself into the same shedevil like profile that he saw earlier
that evening in the face of the woman that was standing beside the maroon
coloured jeep at the donut shop.

"Damn if it isn't that same woman!" Chuck muttered loudly to himself.

Within' that flash of events for Chuck, his car ran violently off to the left,
and taking a sudden decline down a slope. It was just moments from then that
Chuck's eyes widened with great fear as he saw himself heading directly for a
large tree just at the bottom of the knoll.

A loud crash could be heard several country blocks up the road where a house
was near. Along with the crash, a shrilling male scream followed before it,
then in a burst of wicked flames, and smoke Chuck's car went up in fire!

Darla then slowly pulled herself towards Bill keeping her seated position,
then raised her lower legs parting them, and placing them against either side
of Bill's neck. Darla took ahold of Bill's neck with her calves, and locked
her lower legs behind his neck at her ankles.

Darla then told Bill, "Now Bill, it begins. First it begins slowly, then
painfully, then to the point that you'll be wishing I put you to sleep.. Brace
yourself now Billy boy!"

Bill's hands shot up, taking Darla by her ankles. Bill was now trying to force
Darla's lower legs apart. Bill's arms grew sore in the attempt to pry himself
free of Darla, and of the calve choke she had on him. Bill's face reddened
with a bright crimson, and tears began welling up heavily in his eyes. Bill
was now finding it very difficult to breathe, feeling every ounce of Darla's
calve muscles tightening, and hardening at a greater degree about his neck.
Tears slowly rolled from down Bill's cheeks at a steady pace, as he still had
enough but a little strength in his arms to continue with his attempt to break
free from Darla's legs: But it was all in vain. Bill had grown way too weak,
with any of his strength he had being drained from him even more so now.

Darla cranked away at Bill's neck, using her lower legs, and calves in a
throttling action, twisting Bill's head in one direction, then to the other.
Cartilege in the back of Bill's neck bones, along with the bones of Bill's
neck could be heard creaking. The cartilege in Bill's neck was being
stretched, and twisted, and was slowly tearing away from the bones of Bill's
neck, as Darla would continue with the throttling away of her lower legs
nearly choking the life out of him.

Bill's eyes were bulging a little from his head, and his senses about him was
nearly gone, but he could still hear noises around him. Bill heard the radio
clear enough behind him, and definately heard the voice of the radio
newscaster making the report of a car accident, giving the details, and
descriptions, and name of the man involved in the fatal car crash, being his
male lover, and friend Chuck.

Bill managed to cry out softly with his emotions inside of him tearing him up,
and then in a low weezing tone he spoke saying, "That, that's my friend..."

Darla now had her upper body propped up with her strong powerful arms giving
her plenty of leverage, adding a terrible ammount of bonecrushing pressure
upon Bill's neck.

Darla then asked Bill softly, "Hmmm,, you consider me a friend now do you?
Seriously Billy boy, you should be more careful in picking your friends, and
listening to the ones who are your friends when they're giving you a warning!"

Suddenly with a sharp quick twist Darla gave Bill's head a wicked jolt,
following with a loud pop coming from the inside of his neck.

Bill was gone now, but hopefully someone nearby would come to his aide, with
Darla leaving him at the abandoned farmland area alone, leaving him for dead.

Just before Darla had left Bill behind, after taking him from the jeep, she
gave him one last look. Bill's face was bluing up some, with spittle mixed
with some blood that had drooled down from his nose, drying upon his mouth,
caking up a little.

Bill's eyes were opened, but emptiness filled them, with droplets of drying
blood seeping a little from the corners of his eye sockets.

Then Darla returned to her jeep, and got into it from the drivers side. Before
starting up her vehical, Darla took a healthy swallow from the pint of whiskey
leaving it nearly empty, then tossed it into the back of her jeep. Then she
was off.

Dogs could be heard howling in the morning, and with a hunter following his
beagle that was barking and running up onto the tree where Bill was lying
against.

"What is it boy, what is it?" The hunter hollored at his dog.

The hunter then slowly approached the tree after seeing a man lying against it
appearing to be dead.

"Damn boy, whatever in the tarnation happened here!?!" The man said asking his
beagle. But it was not like the dog to be able to answer his owner.

The man lowered his head towards Bill, and brought his ear near Bill's mouth.

"Damn, he's still breathing, but his breathing is very shallow!" the hunter
said.

"I've got to get this man some help, and fast! Stay here boy, and keep a watch
on this fella for me. I'll be right back!" the hunter told his dog.

The dog obeyed with the hunter taking off into a sprint carrying his shotgun.

The dog then lowered his body in between Bill's legs that was spread apart,
and took waiting lying there for his master to return.

The beagle moaned as if he was moaning in sympathy for the man that he was
lying down against, and waited patiently still for his master to return...

The end.

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