+Notable Author [kickfan] *Heidi* series~collected

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Girl at Play
by kickfan

Heidi takes an impromptu bus ride to satisfy an urge.


Heidi flirtingly prances out the club entrance into the bustling and noisy
rush- hour streets. She grins as she looks back through the pane glass window
at the group of men inside shaking their heads in disbelief from what they had
witnessed here once again. Her two-hour plus workouts are as impossibly
challenging as erotic to watch; her adorable nose, scrunching up as she grits
her teeth and grunts sexy little exhales through each controlled movement,
working continuously with little if any break between sets and exercises. Her
training discipline and dedicated mind set is one that rivals most
professional bodybuilders and fitness athletes. It is disconcerting to the
hard- core gym rats back inside to see a mere teen girl commit to this level
of training with such tenacity and uncommon strength. They can only stare in
awe of her and that compact, perfectly muscled body; so young and strong, so
amazing.

By normal parameters, she should feel wiped out from the exertion; any average
person would be, but Heidi is anything but average. Even now, as she struts
down the street, the nubile minx pulsates with untapped energy. The
stimulating workout brings forth a carnal sensation of vitality, as if an
invisible puissance coats her taut physique making her invulnerable. The
vascular torrents within her silky tan flesh induce an acute awareness of the
athletic dominance she holds over the slower, weaker adults around her, not
that they would let themselves believe such a thing merely by observing her.
Yes, she looks extraordinarily fit for a teen, shapely muscled, head to toe,
and maybe that pronounced sweep of her thighs is a bit intimidating, but after
all, she is still just a girl, right? Heidi thinks about this fallacy; "just a
girl" she scoffs at their ignorance, pity is all she can muster as they scurry
about like silly insipid drones; they have no clue. To this girl, they are
animate toys to play with, and break at will when the aberrant cravings take
hold, like at this very moment. It had been building for days, possibly for
weeks now. The marathon workouts at the gym and the practice sessions in her
basement studio had not quenched this need, this hunger; just temporarily
appeased it. Heidi instinctively stops in her tracks; her looks turn dark,
aggressive. A sound triggers her response, the vibrant teen spins around and
dashes toward the busy intersection to catch a rapidly approaching metro bus,
not aware of its route or its ultimate destination; her only concern is with
the potential on board.

In contrast to the innocuous compulsions that befall most girls her age; i.e.
shopping, the latest trends and styles, high school dates and cliques, this
passion for sexual gratification through harm is corrupt and irrepressible.
The egocentric motives that invoke these erotic impulses are as much an enigma
to her as they are consuming.

As expected, the rush hour leaves standing room only for the ride. The cocky
fem-fatale's luminous eyes flash inside, the business suits and city people
packed en masse seem like a pathetic herd of cattle awaiting slaughter. A
conniving smile of 'I just knew it' satisfaction lightens her smoldering
demeanor. 'It's a fucking Toyland of ready meat', the darkness maliciously
whispers to her inducing an amused giggle upon observing a dominant throng of
men aboard. Weary, but curious eyes dart at her from all over as she
nonchalantly drops her change, scanning the passengers with aloof peripheral
vision. The fired up hardbody presses through the congested aisle with an
arrogant smirk, keenly attuned to the covetous fantasies that are churning in
these lascivious minds by her brief presence. The saucy high school student is
far too confident and absorbed to allow this blatant ogling threaten or even
bother her, in fact, she feeds off the lustful energy. In the blink of an eye,
she can easily disable, maim or kill any of them; she is that good.she's that
lethal. The ideas of unleashing her martially trained weapons make her
clam-tight mound throb and burn, urging her to satiate this 'sine qua non'.
The bus jerks in hasty starts and stops along its snaking path. Heidi
reluctantly allows hairy limbs and groping paws to benefit from the tight
quarters, soft older flesh brushes up against her harder young body as she
nudges through the menagerie of body odors. A beguiling sensual aroma of her
citrus scented perfume wafts like an aphrodisiac as she squeezes through,
counteracting the stagnant, bitter air. Heidi locates a clear spot and adopts
a cocky 'come and get it' stance. Her shoulders flare out wide exhibiting a
sexy concavity running the length of her back, her white leather trainers
spread out beyond her hips; the oversized red sweat socks bundle like leggings
around her shins. She grips a narrow metal pole with her left hand; arm bent
at the elbow, resting her right arm on top the black gym bag slung over her
wide shoulder.

She is scantily clad, ready for action, sporting a pair of curve hugging
'Daisy Dukes' cropped exceptionally high on her deadly golden gymnasts thighs,
the denim material barely contains her perky little muscle-butt, carved like a
sweet, ripe Macintosh. An over-thick cotton half-top drapes her athletic
shoulder, accentuating the v-shape of her torso, hanging freely over her lower
ribs, exposing the hard plates of her upper chest and her tiny fat-free waist.
To their chagrin, her ultra-flat washboard abdominals makes all very aware of
what a perfect shape looks like and how truly inferior they must appear. The
cute turn of phrase GIRL AT PLAY in bubblegum pink provocatively contrasts the
porcelain colored top, daringly scrolled over the grapefruit-sized contours of
her braless high-set breasts. Her breathtaking image leaves every male
awestruck with desire and ignorant to the foreboding double entendre on her
top.

The sultry hussy burns with a fascinating aura of insolent sex appeal, rare
physical poise, and playful innocence; the erotic anxiety she incites is
palpable and she knows it.

Heidi tilts her hip to the left and arches her shoulders back, simultaneously
accentuating the deep, athletic curve in her lower back and the cock-throbbing
protuberance of her tightly bunched bottom as she clenches it solid, sucking
in and crumpling the tough blue denim between her tenacious cheeks.

Sitting just before her on a plastic bench style wall-seat, a very
appreciative voyeur soaks in the youth's painfully evident charm. Heidi pays
no attention to him, gazing out the window just above his head with dreamy
eyes and an insouciant pout, wetting her full upper lip as she schemes. The
late afternoon sun shines warmly upon her radiant fresh face, glistens off the
cinnamon highlights of her silky neck-length tresses, parted loosely in the
middle, and hangs about her high cheekbones, framing her impertinent pouty
look. She casually shakes her head, fluffing the unruly short tangles away
from her eyes.

Without thought, she wrings the stiff aluminum shaft in a tight pulsing rhythm
with her calloused, sinewy hand. Her grip is incredibly strong, countless
routines on the uneven bars along with years of developing incapacitating
pressure point and submission inducing skills has created a grip strength that
contradicts her smallish hands and stature. Her wrist deliberately torques on
the pole, faintly rocking and bending her arm. The movement is effective and
visible; supple fibers in her tan limb twitch and engorge as the stimulating
pump creates a raised layer of vascular bundles and sun-bathed sinew.
Originating from the inside of her wrist, they course about the swell of her
forearm, converge into the tuck of her elbow continuing like a pulsing
tributary, navigating the crown of her curvaceous bicep. This effortless
little manipulation induces a cute sneer of narcissistic indulgence. Heidi
studies her arm as if thinking, 'damn, I'm so good at this little game'. She
looks around at the men staring at her, thinking, 'I look like an all-American
little honey in red, white and blue. They can only imagine what I would be
like to fuck; good luck suckers. I'm so much more trouble than you assholes
can begin to handle'. This notion stirs up an itchy dampness inside the
vixen's aching muffin, begging for wanton gratification. Nothing makes her
tingle this way like showing off her body to a captive audience, well --
almost nothing! Her deep cerulean eyes drift down to meet the middle-aged
business suit sitting below. The teen flashes a wicked toothy smile as she
catches him fixated by the arousing bronze muscles pulsing in her silky arm.
'Like it, don'tcha fucker', her inner voice whispers as her mind drifts off,
indulging herself further.

She yanks this old wimp up by his ugly tie, jerking his head around like a
balloon on a string, then whip-snaps him to the floor mounting his narrow back
like a jockey. She grins at his sorry form as she lowers her crotch, coiling
her legs around his jacketed arms, feeling their weakness, while leaning
forward to wrap her hungry pumped up arm under his feeble throat; his windpipe
instantly surrenders to her penetrating bicep. He is powerless to stop her;
she pulls hard to the side, throwing him violently on top of her, face up. He
is immobilized, his arms glued tight to his mushy waist by her excruciatingly
strong scissors lock, threatening to crush his ribcage as she clasps her
trainers tight around his soft middle. Flopping around like a beached tuna,
his fingers twitch and legs kick wildly. Heidi barks with delight, the much
older man is unable to either conjure up a breath or extricate himself from
this teenager's python like death-grip. Heidi grits her teeth and giggles
maniacally, self absorbed, as she cinches down with her legs, feeling his ribs
bend as she whispers softly in his bright red ear, 'time to go you old fuck'.
She playfully bites his crimson earlobe, then she torques back hard, arching
stiff, straining his neck with frightening strength, flexing her arm muscles,
garroting him to near fatal consequences. Her balled bicep works deeper and
deeper into his traumatized throat, while her locked leather trainers squeak
under the heavy torsion. Her scissors becomes frenzied bone-chew as she bucks
her hips violently, breathing heavy with aroused abandon behind his hideously
discolored ear. Heidi emits nasty little grunts, sending injurious jolts
through his neck, ribs and spine simultaneously as she pulls him like meat on
a bone, in opposing directions. The yummy sounds of helpless death gurgles
bubble up from his throat, exciting Heidi further and signaling the end is
near; her breathing intensifies, she moans in animalistic ecstasy, grinding
her throbbing clit tight against his bulging spine. Suddenly, the synchronized
crunch; his cervical and thoracic vertebrae separate, emitting a muted
buckling sound and puts an abrupt end to his futile struggle. Heidi pays no
mind; she continues the pressure, reaching a mind-blowing orgasm as she feels
his ribs collapse between her pumping thighs like a bony house of cards. The
mental imagery is completely immersing.

Taken aback by her aroused, sinister trance; a gaze that burns right through
his soul, the business man shifts his eyes away and clears his throat, causing
Heidi to snap out of her orgasmic daydream, licking her lips and blowing a
throaty exhale up to her brow, ruffling her long tangled bangs. She feels
flush and moist from the brief warped fantasy. Try as he may, his eyes cannot
escape the awesome spectacle of her impossibly built tan legs twitching just
inches before him. A lifetime of highly demanding physical activity paired
with rare genetics has created these legs; these erotically muscled works of
art. He gasps; not believing his eyes as she nonchalantly puts her right leg
forward and twitches it, fluttering the muscle to startling animation... Heidi
cocks her head and gives him a bold 'check this out' stare She suddenly locks
her undulating leg out stiff, causing the loose, fringed denim to pull tautly
against her upper quad; the deep contours of her disproportionately thick
thigh muscles separate and swell to a detailed coppery sheen. Heidi giggles,
his blinking eyes indicate his incredulity as she listens to the low murmurs
of roused bewilderment from the cramped onlookers. Her advanced supple
development is unfamiliar and incongruent to her markedly youthful looks,
mesmerizing the curious inferiors. Most people guess her age, based upon that
innocent fresh face, to be even younger than seventeen- years. It's a quality
Heidi uses with expert skill to confound her prey. How could a girl so young
have such a 'killer' physique? Killer indeed.

"Yeah, that's right folks, deal with it" the petite teen whispers almost
inaudibly with an haughty smile, sensing the circling stares as she reacts to
the bus' hasty stop by reflexively raising up on the toes of her gummy soles.
Her heavily bunched socks curl about the cushioned openings covering a good
part of her shins, and then exposing her defined fibrous Achilles, fluting up
and outward as they defer to her mind-blowing calves. Ballet lessons at the
age of three, a dozen years of competitive gymnastics, a decade of obsessive
martial arts training and near daily weight lifting sessions over the past
three years have honed these typically undersized leg muscles for most people
into a succulent pair of wide, chiseled diamonds; the total envy of both
sexes. Heidi pulses up and down in her trainers for kicks, knotting the
densely muscled bulges on the backs of her legs. The inverted heart shaped
gastrocnemii outline in an inch deep border as she arches her feet to peak
summit. The vascular definition surfaces; pumped streams appear, surging with
blood under the taut translucent skin around her hard, protruding golden
calves. Heidi closes her eyes, enthralled by the delicious warm throb, beating
a rhythm through her lower legs. She closes her eyes, smiling with slightly
clenched teeth, remembering some of the damage she has done with these legs.

He stands directly behind her, taking a fatal interest in the teen's
phenomenal attributes, as he will shortly discovers. The long probing fingers
of a much too friendly hand presses sideways into the crease of her firm perky
butt. A stinky baritone breathe whispers in her ear, "Love your message baby;
I'll play with you anytime". Heidi's lip curls, disgusted, but does not show
it by flinching from the sudden intrusion; she simply presses her ultra hard
bottom snug against his appendage, tightening up her denim-clad orbs around
his bony fingers, bringing on an instant moan of erotic pain from the
stranger. Her incredibly tight little ass imprisons his hand like a fleshy
bear trap. She tilts her bouncy short mane back without looking at him and
whispers sweetly, "I really do love to play", toying with him, and adding a
coy little girl giggle. Heidi bites down fiercely on his hand with her bottom
before suddenly releasing his tingling whitened fingers. Heidi adds, "Maybe
some other time, hmmm?", as she leans forward, studying his vague but
obviously confused expression in the reflection before her, examining his
hand, flexing feeling back into his fingers. She smiles, thinking, 'yeah, we
will play alright'.

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The rest of the journey goes by without incident or comment. The once
potential prospect of the businessman is now a forgotten memory; he will never
know his good fortune. Only the lanky visage in the reflection matters to
Heidi now. The distorted voice of the bus driver comes over the intercom "last
stop, Highland Park & Ride, everybody have a nice day now". The quivering teen
giggles quietly, appreciating the inside joke of that corny inane expression.
Heidi stalls for a few seconds as the remaining passenger get off. He shifts
his eyes at her as he shuffles hesitantly, hoping for some indication of
interest. She ignores him, fumbling for nothing in her gym bag, as he finally
lumbers to the front exit, shaking his head, dejected. Heidi peers out the
window, face lowered, her bangs hanging with a dark upward glance, watching
the direction of her frustrated mark. The girl sees her opportunity, slips
quickly off the rear exit, and weaves through the parking lot like a prowling
ninja; she moves in stealthy light steps toward his plodding lanky form. He is
very tall but looks slight, weak to the girl... very easy prey. Heidi takes
notice of her excellent fortune; his very remote parking spot obscured any
chance of interruption or observed by curious eyes. "Ooh, looks like an SUV
man, oh goody", Heidi snickers sarcastically to herself as she approaches,
casually dropping her gym bag. He points his key chain and unlocks the vehicle
with a double chirp. He hears a husky dark voice speak softly, "Hey fuck-head,
remember me?" He turns his head to the familiar young timbre, surprised by her
presence. Right then, his world changes forever. He never saw it coming; the
blur of her white trainer whips flush through his face like a homerun swing. A
high-pitched "Kiiiaah" accompanies the impact from the sexy aggressor. His
head snaps back the way it came, followed by his body twirling out of control.
Heidi's amazing flexibility and strength allows her to perform any kick in her
arsenal up to 180-degree angle with full power; she easily reaches his 6'4"
height without strain. Her full split kick rips through his face with furious
force, dislocating his jaw as his lanky form spins back, and stumbles face
first into his truck with a heavy thud. His jaw goes instantly numb and
immobile as if shot with Novocain, he cannot cry out, just moan loudly. Heidi
does not hesitate to keep him silent. Her eyes are ablaze with animal fury as
she thrusts her left arm straight out, slamming his spine with a hard palm
strike, temporarily pinning his chest to the truck. The sensation of striking
bone and tissue once again bring a sadistic giggle of joy. She has practiced
this scenario a thousand times in front of her bedroom mirror and in her
basement dojo, using the heavy bag as target practice; no stuffed leather bag
can compare to the real thing. Her skills are mechanical, reflexive; Heidi
widens her stance, squaring her shoulders, holding him at bay with her rigid
left arm as her right fist peppers his flank with a series of sharp uppercuts.
Quick breathy exhales, "sha-sha-sha", sound with each body shot, evoking
abrupt involuntary grunts from the hapless man. The lightning fast strikes
work their magic. His knees buckle under duress, she flips her hair back with
a cocky look, letting him collapses to one knee with his swelling jaw agape,
unable to catch his breath; the intense throbbing sensation in his kidney is
overwhelming. He paws at his back with a quivering hand, attempting to rub
away the searing pain, groping for the side window ledge with the other. Heidi
giggles, watching as he attempts to correct himself. She nimbly prances
sideways to his back left while shifting her stance; then leaping forward, she
whips her right knee up to the backside of his head. She belts out a furious
exhale as it connects with the base of his skull, "kiiiaah!" She jams his face
flat against the black side- panel, buckling the metal with the raw force of
the impact. His arms dangle to his sides like a string-less marionette. He is
out cold, still propped on one knee, saliva mixed with blood smears from his
nose and mouth as she releases his head and he slumps to his left, sliding
down the door. Heidi dances back, rolling her head, loosening up, wanting much
more; it was too damn quick. The worked up teen realizes he isn't moving
anymore, "shit, dropped you cold, just like that you easy fuck", she snaps her
fingers giggling at the slumped form as she crouches down, whispering as if he
was listening, "should just do you right now". The put off teen lifts her knee
up and positions her heel high above his neck, lips pursed, ready stop stomp
him dead. She peers into the side view mirror, checking the parking lot; all
clear. Heidi holds her foot up, cocking her head sideways and ponders the idea
for a second, seething "nah, not yet"

She collects her gym bag and unzips the side compartment. She grabs a small
box similar to a bandage container. The girl opens it and pulls out a white
nylon covered capsule; placing it under his bleeding nose, she cracks it. The
powerful aroma of ammonia fills the air, smelling salts. Heidi grins
sadistically as his face twitches back to life, blinking his eyes as he comes
out of the concussion, hearing the familiar voice again. "Hey asshole, you are
sooo totally easy."

The 6'4" man realizes with fear and arousal that this gorgeous petite girl
from the bus is somehow responsible for his compromising state. His manly
pride temporarily wins out as he pushes her aside and lumbers slowly up. Heidi
giggles at him, shaking her head, as she dances on the balls of her feet,
holding her arms loose, smirking at him in a 'come and get it, show me
something fucker, fight me' look, awaiting his surely pathetic attack. Every
muscle in her physique is animate; her bare abdominals undulate with her
excited breaths. Every sinewy limb surges with lethal power, completely at her
skilled command.

"Little cunt, I'll kill you for this" Trying to intimidate her with his
one-hundred pound and foot-plus size advantage, he belts out this ridiculous
threat the best he can with a severely dislocated jaw. He lurches awkwardly
from the side of the SUV directly at her but Heidi is much too fast; he never
stood a chance. His arms extend down to grab her neck, expecting her to panic
or back up, maybe run, but things go quite the opposite.

She gives him a glance of contempt as she skips and skips forward leaping up
to meet him, reaching impossible height directly over his head. He looks up in
surprise as she unloads a devastating palm strike into his nose, "yiiiaah!"
obliterating it, crushing the cartilage and nearly killing him with a single
violent blow by sending shards of nose fragments into the nasal cavity to his
brain. Heidi held back some, she could kill him easily using full
'brick-shattering' power but she cares not to end him so quickly without
inflicting pain and suffering

The impact sends him reeling backward into the door of his vehicle once more,
screaming in dire pain, but just for a moment. As he clutches the blood
gushing spot where his prominent hooknose was a second ago, tears streaming
down his face, Heidi silences his hideous attention-grabbing wails as she
nimbly side steps right at him and delivers a wicked sidekick into his throat.
Her sole of her white trainer blasts deeply into his pasty neck with board
breaking force, whipping the back of his head into the driver's door window
and spidering the tempered glass. The crunching sound of his larynx and Adams
Apple collapsing is clearly audible over the shatter of the window; Heidi is
more aroused than ever.

Her systematic destruction of this gangly older incompetent fuck is a twisted
form of foreplay to get her juices boiling; the sheer simplicity of tearing
his large but untrained, weak body apart is getting her sooo hot and achy, she
can hardly stand it. The deadly nymphet grits her teeth menacingly sexy as she
presses harder on his throat, inching her way toward him, punctuating his
impotent ability to stop her. Her sleek well-defined legs are in full vertical
split, subduing his goony body in a highly erotic pose, as she edges in
tighter and tighter with her plant foot, her extended leg pushing up and in,
bending back his chin to a dangerous angle over the hood of the truck. This
pressure induces the gruesome trauma in his throat to produce thick bloody
ooze from his parted lips. Air bubbling gore milks out his mouth as if she is
wringing blackberry jam from a sponge. "Still want to play with the little
girl mister?" Heidi asks in an evil-sweet tone, enjoying the sight of this
helpless man twitching in pain.

She deftly draws her leg down, instantly releasing her foothold on his neck.
The deadly teen saunters away, twitching her hard little bum cheeks mockingly
for him to enjoy and remember, the same perfect ass he unfortunately grabbed a
short time ago; it feels like years. He falls to his knees, taking deep
breaths, drooling blood and saliva, moaning in pain and terror, staring
through watery eyes at her deadly and powerful legs and feet. His eyes are
bulging, his mind awash with panic and mortal terror of this petite girl. He
is hardly able to draw air through his swollen mouth or former nostrils, let
alone a voice to beg with, cry for help, for his life. Heidi smiles at him; he
looks like an abused Great Dane, kneeling on all fours, as she skips toward
him. She springs high up into one of her favorite karate- gymnastic moves, a
front flipping kick. She throws herself forward, curling like a ball in the
air, and then whipping her extended legs over her head, she smashes the heels
of her speeding trainers down and through the back his cowering skull, like
two white little sledgehammers, "thwack!- thwack!". His forehead slams off the
pavement twice like a basketball, leaving a nasty gash and thick contusion
welting up immediately across his pale receding hairline.

Heidi stands before him and laughs at his truly pathetic state, this dope is
no more a challenge than a stuffed practice dummy. She prances right up to his
kneeling, swaying her hips, licking her lips seductively; her tan body
glistens with young lethal muscle. She stands over his trembling form, rocking
her bottom side to side and mercilessly grabs a clump of his sweaty hair,
yanking his head back so he has to look up long and hard into her bright
sapphire eyes. She cocks her head to the side, grinning mischievously, as she
surveys his injuries. "Oooh that must really hurt bad, all those yucky
bruises, humm mister?" she says sardonically as she pokes her strong little
fingers into his facial injuries, probing his face, bringing forth fresh
agonized whimpers; her panties soaked by the feeling of absolute domination.
"You really should be careful with who you fuck with, mister, you never know."

Mocking his harrowing plight and manhood, she slides her free hand down her
rigid rows of abdominals and under her Daisy Dukes, massaging her throbbing
tight canal only inches from his pulverized maw; she gyrates her hips in
rhythmic 'stripper' revolutions, brushing his face against the pungent denim
with each turn. "Bet you wish you never grabbed MY ass, hummm mister?" "You're
just a big old looser, aren't cha mister. Why would you think I'd want a big
weak fuck like you to EVER touch me?" Her voice sounds soft like honey but her
words cut through him like a straight razor.

He breaks down, sobbing, mumbling, apologizing, his manhood shattered by this
terrifying minx; this excites her pussy even more. Her breathing picks up as
she spreads her legs, diddling faster and faster, her tensing forearm showing
off the vascular sinew with streams of pulsating veins crawling up her arm,
she jams his contorted face into her crotch. She slides out her glistening
fingers from her panties sucking them off, moaning playfully, giggling, as she
bucks her pelvis repeatedly into his face. His head is now a bloody dildo, to
use up, to rub her tingling mound against until she is satisfied and he is
broken completely. His attempts to free himself and moans of torment become
annoyingly loud; she sneers at him like an angry kitty, frustrated, wanton.
Heidi swings her legs over his bony shoulders and straddles his damaged neck
like a saddle, completely severing his ability to breathe, speak or move.
"Yeah, that's better. Bet your cow at home is wondering where you are mister,
late for dinner, hummm?" Heidi chides him as she sees the wedding band on his
pawing hand, attempting in vain to separate her muscular thighs from his neck.
"So, tell me, does she have legs like these, humm? Heidi strokes her swelling
thighs that frame and contort his face. "No; she's probably a weak, bony stick
just like you, huh mister, or is she a big fat pig, yeah, bet she is, hummm?"
The vixen pulses her locked legs tight as she continues getting herself off,
staring at his upturned purple wrecked face. "Just imagine what I could do to
HER with this little body of mine, mister, these legs, oooh, ouch, just
fucking imagine." She giggles manically, eyes ablaze, staring into his surreal
looking face.

The sight of his gruesome visage is too messy for Heidi look at; it is
disrupting her carnal pleasure. She releases his neck and dismounts him. The
sudden relief, the surge of life giving blood to the brain and the ability to
breathe again is heavenly for the near dead man, but temporary.

"Not done with you yet mister", Heidi leans over him, gripping the top of his
head with both hands, and twists it violently to the side like a soda cap,
forcing him to move hastily on his knees before the torque of her grip tears
his neck. He now faces the dented bloody side panel with his teen hellion
looming behind him. He feels like a prisoner, taken to the yard, set on his
knees to face the wall, awaiting execution. He shakes his quivering head in
denial, this can't be happening, trying to mumble something about his wife,
begging for something, pity; blah blah, it's all inaudible, meaningless spew
to the frenzied girl. She deftly yanks his greasy hair backward and leapfrogs
his head, enveloping his skull into the deadly muscle vice between her
menacing, hard young thighs for a second time.

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His situation has become even direr. He is not able to see or breathe as his
neck bows unnaturally back leaving his helpless spindling body to jerk and
spasm like a dying Daddy Longlegs. Heidi coos with pleasure as she witnesses
the dark blue bulge distending further from his throat like a rotten orange,
indicating some kind of terrible damage she induced from her brutal sidekick;
the throbbing tingle intensifies as she pokes the balloon-like protrusion with
her index finger, inciting hideously delicious muffled reverberations between
her legs as he screams in agony. She wedges his face high against the fulcrum
of her power center, gritting her teeth and breathing deep as she cinches up
her scissors, sucking in the rounded contours of her shorts and clutching her
gorgeous perky ass, encasing his face in her lethal muscle-press, crushing his
cranium, and looking like a sexy young hellcat doing it. His spasms pick up
intensity; she balances by gripping the top edge of the cabin door with her
left fingers. She stares ahead at her reflection in the spidery glass,
checking herself out, shaking her sweaty bangs from her face, licking her
pouting lips and forming a cute 'come on, eat me fucker' snarl. She looks back
over her shoulder at his imprisoned head between her denim-clad taut cheeks as
she continues her feisty masturbation. Her moans become primal as she
furiously works her hard clit like a jackhammer, squeezing her corded inner
thighs and thick hamstrings against his jaw in a deliberate cadence, feeling
slight crunches as bones in his face slip- slide and collapse in her
overwhelming head scissors.

"Yeaaah, fu-u-uck, yeaaah, break for me mister.ahhh... com-m-m ooon!" She is
vibrating, animal, immersed as deep in his agony as her self- serving
pleasure. His facial bones break down as she rises up on her toes to bring the
pressure to an apex. His jerking body and limbs spasm wildly in one last
fruitless struggle, and then goes limp as a dish rag as she starts to climax.
Her eyelids flicker, half-closed, trancelike; swept away in the beautiful
moment. She bows her thighs slightly and lets his misshapen head slide out of
her vise and drop down between her legs like some alien afterbirth.

His body twists around falling face down but stops short of hitting the
pavement due to her diamond cut calves catching him around the neck. Heidi
quivers in rapture as she works his neck around like a champagne cork, rapidly
pumping up and down on her toes, distending his head, making it twitch like a
wooden dummy's under the tremendous strangulating pressure from her bulbous
tan calves. She alters her stance, leaning against the hood of the truck; she
steadies herself and balances on her flexed left foot as she swings her right
foot up toward her butt in a mock standing hamstring exercise. The desired
effect is delicious. Her pumped right calf fires up with stony hardness into
his pulpy face, mangling the already disfigured features beyond all
recognition. She whips her leg up furiously, making his skull flinch violently
against her rigid muscle, spraying blood everywhere as she slams her hands on
the hood, fervent, feeling the oncoming rush. The burning teen cum-gushes her
panties, vibrating in wanton ecstasy from the colossal orgasm, as she glances
contemptuous and wickedly down over her right shoulder at his demolished
features in this singular physical moment, increasing the intensity of her
devastating calf strikes. Her nose crinkling up amazingly cute at the brow,
eyes narrow to dark flashing slits, staring down in concentrated effort,
watching her right leg flex up and punch his mushy maw. Her white top teeth
bared, upper lip curled up and cocky while her full lower lip slack in lazy
insouciance, exhaling breathy defiant pant. She looks insanely hot and sexy
wearing this intense 'break for me fucker, right now' sexy tough-girl searing
gloat. The globular trauma in his neck begins constricting beyond its ability
to sustain form. She bites her lower lip, quivering with power, shooting
neck-snapping jolts with her pumping muscle contractions into the sides of his
throat causing the thick sack to bursts open like a giant pimple, tearing the
flesh around it, and spewing purple gore like a burgundy filled water balloon.
His slippery head slides out from her jagged calves to crack on the black
asphalt surface, his long gangly body twitching in its unconscious death
dance.

"Yeah, that was soooo nice, wooo!" Heidi sighs in self-absorbed satisfaction,
glistening in sweaty golden sinew as she steps over him to gather her gym bag.
She climbs into the SUV, her denim shorts, soaked with blood in the crotch,
her sweat socks and trainer soiled from his hemorrhaged neck; it is fortunate
for her she came prepared with a fresh change of clothes. Some dark little
voice told her she just might need to be prepared today. Heidi steps out of
the vehicle, looking fresh as a daisy in a short flowery yellow summer dress
and matching open toe pumps. She lingers over the still form, pressing her
leather sole against his gooey neck, checking for any sign of life, playing
with his wobbly broken jaw. Tiny bubbles of air and blood ooze from his
crushed nostrils and puffy mouth. She giggles and shrugs her shoulders in a
happy 'oh well' look and steps over his mutilated head.

She sees his wallet near the rear wheel well; she checks it out. Heidi laughs
at his goofy license picture, recalling what he looked like just a few minutes
ago. She recognizes his home address; her gymnastic instructor lives near
there. Heidi grins, small world, huh. Her face really brightens when she sees
the little photo of his wife. "God, she is a cow, no wonder you hit on me.
Only wish she was here to enjoy the action." Heidi takes the fifty or so
dollars from his wallet for her time and trouble. The vixen smiles evilly over
to his crumpled mass, "maybe I'll visit her sometime mister, I'm sure she'll
be lonely hummm?" A bus is rapidly approaching in the distance. "Oh goody,
hope its going toward home, I'm really starving for some reason", Heidi talks
to the twitching body below her in her sweet high honey timbre. She
unconsciously kicks his head to the side as she steps over him and swaggers
off, carefree, humming along with a tune she hears from a distant car radio,
prancing across the lot, toting her bag over her shoulder, tossing his wallet
in a trash receptacle, already forgetting about the mess behind her.

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[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi gets her kicks.....and then some!  By Kickfan

Intro to Heidi, hot teen martial-artist seeks serious payback for mothers' death.


Sunlight streaked across her bed as she arched her back and yawned after only
a few hours of sleep. Heidi felt fortunate to get any rest at all. She could
not remember a time when she was this psyched up about anything. Then again,
this was to be a rather unique experience that may never come along a second
time. Therefore, as precarious a task she faced ahead, Heidi intended to make
the most of this opportunity at the complete expense of her most deserving
target.

At the youthful age of sixteen, her self-regimented life had not produced
anything close to the extraordinary circumstances that would culminate today.
Heidi now had the chance to make the most of all the years of incessant
martial arts training. She would have free reign to employ the exceptional
skills that had allowed her to reach the lofty rank of 3rd degree black belt
just a few months ago. It wasn't as if she had not had the chance to practice
her amazing skills on countless opponents over the course of the past ten
years. Today was very special for this encounter would not simply end in a
point victory or even in a knockout, as Heidi was so efficient at producing.
This endeavor would not be concluded until only one of them was capable of
walking away. Heidi's absolute mental and physical domination over her foe was
essential for her to prevail; her very life would undoubtedly depend upon it.
The element of surprise was entirely on her side since her mark had not the
slightest idea of the trap he would enter into until the door locked behind
him sealing his fate. The only question that remained was if Heidi had it in
her to employ her unequaled mastery of martial arts to this brutal extreme and
unleash her most lethal weapons upon this vile, despicable criminal who happen
to be well over twice her age and much larger than her typical opponents? Not
that she worried about his size, larger targets had never posed any problems
in past matches. They always made the same mistake with Heidi; overestimating
the benefits of their larger bodies over her petite form before getting
properly educated by her unparalleled speed, strength, and skill.

"I cannot wait to get it on!" Heidi stated confidently, satisfying any doubt
in her mind that she could put forth her most creatively painful and
destructive efforts upon this scum. Heidi was not content with the idea of a
swift, deadly attack. She would require him to suffer long and hard before
snuffing the life out of him. It must be a prolonged and excruciating
slaughter filled with screams of agony followed by feeble pleads for mercy. In
other words, a manner Heidi believed fitting the horrendous crimes he
committed against young women throughout his pathetic life. Heidi would act as
judge, jury, and executioner in this trial, without the slightest chance for
plea-bargain or appeal. In the mind of this lethal young lady, there could be
no one more deserving the final justice her talents would bring forth.

Heidi glanced at the clock that read 6:15AM and thought, "Good, I'll have
plenty of time to get to the gym before the games begin. I wouldn't want to
show up on our first date without a nice pump on." She smiled as she imagined
that initial scene. "When I strip off my baggy old sweats and he sees the
package underneath, it should make for a very interesting moment. He won't
believe his eyes. Why is this hot young babe standing here half naked in front
of me? He'll probably think it's his lucky day, at least until my feet start
flying and his blood starts flowing. No asshole, this is my lucky day and this
little hard-body you're drooling over is going to put you out like a nasty
cigarette butt." Heidi giggled at this last thought.

It was mind-boggling to conceive that a teenaged girl could already attain the
level of physical excellence; then again Heidi wasn't your average teen.
Sixteen years old, an expert martial artist, a top level gymnast, and
undeniably gorgeous, with a sexy compact physique that exhibited a high degree
of sinewy muscle that belied her youthful age. To see her walk from behind
perfectly illustrated her level of self-assurance. Heidi emanated exceptional
poise, gliding along, her chin held high and shoulders back with a graceful,
confident strut. Though not an Amazon by any means, Heidi's smallish yet
powerful build carried an arousing athletic charisma that both attracted and
intimidated concurrently. Her wide capped shoulders and thick upper back
tapered in sharply like a 'v' to her tight little 21" waist which was
exquisitely accentuated by her magnificent tail-end that rhythmically
contracted and flexed as she pranced along. Then came those amazing lethal
legs; thighs and calves that just about defy suitable description, all this in
a 5'3" streamlined package. A package that every guy who saw her would love to
unwrap but would be would be extremely foolish to underestimate due to size of
gender. Now in her junior year of high school, Heidi had easily shattered all
the state physical fitness records for girls as well as setting marks that
rivaled most of the boy's records as well.

Finishing her big stretch, she lay back down and rubbed the dense muscles of
her young tan thighs. They felt a bit tight after the intense training she had
given them over the past few months in preparation for today's showdown. Heidi
locked her feet and ankles together and slowly contracted her thighs together
as she ran her soft delicate palms over the muscular contours of her sinewy
upper legs. The teardrop shaped swells of her outer quadriceps knotted to a
steel-like hardness as she increased the constriction of her mock scissors
hold. Heidi took a great deal of pride in her lethal lower extremities. The
teen's powerful and talented legs had evolved into a most potent pair of tools
for destruction as well as distraction. This fact had become a painful reality
to many over the past few years; exemplified by the deft efficiency those legs
had dispatched her unworthy opponents in the most injurious and humiliating
way. Heidi massaged the tightness away with her dainty but able fingers as she
secured her leggy grip and sharply squeezed her thighs together. Arching her
hips off the bed, Heidi slid both palms around the back of her legs and
caressed the hard rounded prominence of her firm sculpted bottom and thick
bulging hamstrings. It turned her on to feel the incredible power held within
her legs and ass. "Wait until I stick his nasty old head between these babies.
He'll be begging to lick my butt hole just to stop the pain", Heidi whispered
as she reduced the pressure of her vice and relaxed her legs. "Umm, much
better", she sighed softly. Her face brightened with a slight smile as she
thought about something at school. "I'm so sure those old, out of shape gym
teachers are clueless to my true abilities. They see me as a hot little
super-jockette they can leer at and fantasize about, and most likely beat-off
imagining how they could rock my world. There isn't one of them that would
stand a chance if I felt like wasting them. They just have no idea at all. A
couple of those jerks are really starting to annoy me with their slimy stares.
I think sometime soon, when the moment is right, they're going to find out
what I'm truly capable of and 'rock their world' like they never imagined".

A warm tingling swam between her legs. It excited something deep inside her to
visualize that last thought. Physically dominating someone, especially someone
larger than she was an incredible turn-on for Heidi. It gave her a rush just
thinking about it. Once again Heidi slipped both hands around the backs of the
marble-like cheeks of her bottom and stroked the silky smooth tan skin
covering layers of perfectly formed muscle. Ten years of constant training,
executing thousands of kicks of every conceivable height and angle, while
achieving a degree of flexibility that would make a contortionist jealous.
This had honed her legs and behind to the point of sinuous perfection.

Tensing her twin mounds of teen muscle, Heidi gritted her perfect white teeth,
bearing down hard enough to make her little butt quiver from the tremendous
clenching force. Again she imagined his face plastered against her crotch. She
bit down on her lower lip and grinned as that familiar tingle of electricity
coursed through her lower regions. Heidi softly moaned as she spread her legs
apart to caress the cable-like tendons of her inner thighs. "Ooh, it's going
to be such a blast finding out how much pain and damage these babies can
inflict before putting you away permanently. For the first time ever, I won't
have to hold back at all. I can make you cry and scream all day long without
the slightest care in the world, and be sure of one thing, you will scream,
scream like a baby"; Heidi sighed with a slight giggle. Rays of sunlight
shimmered off her supple tanned body as she thought, "Yeah, this is going to
be one special day, one to remember...well, at least I will remember". Heidi
smirked at this last thought.

[Female Bodybuilding]

At the age of three, Heidi set the foundation for her present form with ballet
lessons. Her father felt it was necessary for his daughter to explore the
natural physical gifts her late mother exhibited as a professional dancer.
Ballet was her father's way of keeping the memory of Heidi's mother alive
after tragically being killed when Heidi was just two years old. Heidi's
genetic make-up began to shine through right away and continued to grow over
the following three years. By the age of five, Heidi began gymnastics lessons
at the urging of her ballet teacher. She saw in Heidi an athletic energy that
could be channeled through the freedom of tumbling rather than the restricted
structure of ballet. Her teacher was right; Heidi took to gymnastics like a
fish to water. By age six, the young girl's coordination, flexibility, and
tumbling skills were developing at a prodigious pace. The other girls acted
jealous of Heidi's innate abilities and began to shy away from her. Heidi
didn't seem to care. She somehow understood, even at such a young age, her
physical superiority to the others was not her fault and like it or not she
would evolve far beyond them, even at the cost of alienating herself from her
peers. Nevertheless, Heidi began to feel restless as if something was missing
in all of this. She wanted a new challenge; as fate would have it, one was
right around the corner, at least down the street a few blocks away. Her
father was working evenings on an addition to a martial-arts school in the
neighborhood. One night when he couldn't find a sitter for Heidi, she got to
come along to the dojo. Heidi watched in amazement as the higher ranked
students paired of and began sparring practice. An excitement began welling
inside of her the likes of she never felt before. The balance, speed, and
controlled power were qualities Heidi had already been developing for three
years. "I could do that!" Heidi stated matter-of-factly as she watched their
feet and fists fly. "This is it, this is what I've been missing", Heidi
remembered thinking. Her dad took one look at his daughter and knew right
there he had to let her join the school.

For Heidi, the passion for martial arts felt as essential as eating or
sleeping. She never questioned why this was; all she knew was that this is
what she was meant to do. Giving a great deal of her time and effort never
felt like a sacrifice when it came to martial arts. When it came to fighting,
her devotion to train was only matched by her sheer inborn abilities and
instincts. These skills developed at a pace that even astounded her master.
Within two years of her first lesson, Heidi tested for and received her 1st
degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Now, after another eight years of nonstop
training, Heidi had advanced to 3rd degree while also becoming a black belt or
expert level in several other fighting styles. Her favorites included Savate,
Brazilian Jujitsu, and Capioera. During that ten-year span, Heidi hit a point
where her instructors no longer needed to teach her but rather guide her. She
was already developing her own unique fighting style that incorporated all of
these combat skills with the added flair of some extremely complex gymnastics
and tumbling moves; Heidi was entering a league all her own.

As she rolled out of bed, Heidi thought about the encounter ahead and felt a
bit guilty that she couldn't share it with her father. She knew it would be a
huge mistake to tell anyone about her lethal intent upon this 'man'. Telling
her father might even make him an accomplice to her so-called crime. "I know
you couldn't deal if I told you the plans I have for moms killer", Heidi spoke
softly to herself as she shook her adorable neck-length mop of silky chestnut
hair from her eyes. "You would probably have me committed for just considering
the idea; risking my life to avenge her death. Dad, you have no idea how truly
capable I am. Maybe someday I'll be able to tell you about this, I hope",
Heidi said sadly.

"I am just so ready for him", she stated as her pouting lips curled in a
determined sneer. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Heidi examined herself in
the vanity mirror. The teen was a total knockout in every sense of the word.
Deep-blue innocent eyes studied her reflection. Heidi's firm softball sized
breasts jutted high against the delicate fabric of her jade green camisole,
defying gravity by their protuberance. Heidi was happy to see all her intense
training at the gym and dojo hadn't diminished their growth. Her chest was the
only place that she would tolerate any fat on her body. Observing how
perfectly shaped and solid they appeared one would assume they were implants,
if not for her young age. Heidi arched her back causing her silken top to rise
up as she brushed her fingertips across her small stiffening nipples through
the sleek material. A slight feeling of arousal began to stir as she took a
deep breath and caused the bottom of her camisole to rise higher exposing her
tight little bellybutton and lower tummy. Heidi continued playing with her
right nipple as she pulled up on the camisole uncovering an amazing set of
abdominal muscles that could be used as an anatomy chart. Giggling, Heidi
breathed out then contracted her taut middle, which caused her beautiful
tanned six-pack and oblique muscles to cut in sharp detail. It turned her on
to be in better shape than girl her age. Truth be known, most fitness
competitors would give anything to have Heidi's body. She ran her fingers down
the centerline of her bronze middle, over her bellybutton, to the edge of her
matching satin thong. Heidi grinned devilishly as her hand dipped under the
soft material touching the outer surface of her tight auburn mound. The pad of
her middle finger slipped between the borders of her firm lips as she clutched
her right breast, rubbing her solid nipple between her forefinger and thumb.
Heidi closed her eyes and layback on the bed as her breathing rate began to
increase. Suddenly realizing what time it was and what she really needed to be
thinking about, Heidi removed her hands and instantly sprang up from the bed.
"No! I don't have time to play right now but later for sure, when I have his
undivided attention with that scurvy old head imprisoned between my thighs,
I'll be sure to get off", Heidi stated with an air of frustration in her
voice.

Needing to relieve this pent-up energy, her playful imagination went to work.
She envisioned her adversary lurking behind her in the full-length mirror on
her sliding closet door. Heidi smiled as she flashed a quick look behind her
at the imaginary target, and then deftly spun around on the ball of her left
foot, abruptly stopping 90 degrees to the mirror. Her bare right leg shot up
and fired an explosive sidekick toward the top of the mirror, snapping it out
and locking it still. Heidi held her leg up high almost effortlessly as she
arched her toes back then waived her little bare foot back and forth. She
swiveled on her pivot foot a quarter turn toward the mirror to get a front
view of her form, never letting her kick leg waiver even slightly. Heidi held
complete command over her lithely muscled body, her balance and coordination
beyond compare. The teen's tense figure clearly displayed every visible muscle
in this position. She clenched her fists under her chin making her hard little
biceps to contract to the shape and size of tangerines. Heidi's studied her
chiseled torso and well-defined legs. The skimpy green thong had disappeared
into the crevice of her muscular little butt as she continued to hold the
kicking pose still as a statue. "I may sound a bit conceded but I look way too
good", Heidi smirked. She licked her lips as she slowly lowered and contracted
her kicking leg. The muscles of her lower ribcage striated as she coiled her
leg in tight against her side, then rotated 360 degrees around and flashed a
perfect spinning hook kick well above her head at the same spot in the mirror.
Heidi's thigh and rear end muscles rippled as they responded to the explosive
strike. The lethal teen recoiled her leg back to her side; preparing to
deliver one of her favorite kick series she had aptly named 'Heidi's hit
squad'. Her deadly tan leg became a blur of motion as she arched her back and
snapped a sequence of lightning fast kicks at her imaginary target. Starting
low, Heidi aimed at the knee, and then worked her way up the body, striking
the thigh, lower abdomen, solar plexus, and throat. Finally, arching farther
back, she ended the combination with a wild but controlled flurry of short
snap-kicks to the head and face of her target. Heidi let out a strong 'kiaaah'
with the final strike as she held her cocked foot high above her head toward
the mirror. She felt her muscular little rump tense up from the effort as she
deftly lowered her leg and skipped back, lightly bouncing in a fighting
stance. "Come on you big wimp, I'm not finished with your ugly face yet! That
was only my right foot, come and taste my left," Heidi chided, pretending her
opponent might still be conscious after such an assault. Heidi bounded up and
down on the balls of her strong but petite feet. She sprung higher and higher
off the carpet aided solely by the power of her thick diamond shaped calves.
"Ready or not, here it comes." Heidi coiled her body sharply to the right,
then as she leaped up, uncoiled herself in the opposite direction, spinning
herself around so rapidly that her kick made a 'swoosh' sound as her leg
uncoiled and arched across the top of the doorframe. She nimbly landed in a
perfect fighting stance in front of the mirror. Looking down at the floor,
Heidi taunted, "we will have to continue this beating when you wake up
butt-hole. That is, if you wake up." Satisfied, Heidi flicked her hair back
and turned away from the mirror just as her father called out for her to come
to breakfast.

[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi opened the bedroom door, and then turned around quick to grab her robe.
"Don't think dad needs to see this much of me, thank you very much", she
giggled to herself. Only one person was going to get the full tour of Heidi's
flawless little body today and she would be giving him some up close and
personal views. The teen pranced down the stairs to the kitchen where her
breakfast awaited her in the blender. "Ahh, strawberry flavored, yum", Heidi
said as she poured her meal into a large glass. Dad shook his head, "I don't
know how you eat that stuff. I can't even pronounce half the ingredients on
the label." "It's all good stuff dad, mostly whey protein to help me get
buff", Heidi chirped as she gave her dad a quick bicep pose. Her bicep jumped
to noticeable attention underneath the loose fitting sleeve of her robe. Her
dad was taken aback to see how far her weight training had taken her. "Wow
Heidi, I think you're buff enough. You don't want to scare the boys away with
those muscles" her dad said half kidding. Heidi grinned proudly and returned,
"Boys, they're all so immature. If they can't handle a girl who trains like I
do, who needs them?" Heidi returned to drinking her shake remembering what she
needed to tell her father about today. "Speaking of training, I'm going to
that new martial-arts center today after the gym. I know you're working so is
it ok if I take the bus?" Her dad thought for a moment and said, "well, all
right, but just watch out around there. That part of town has some real
scumbags that would just love to take advantage of a pretty young girl." Why
dad, you don't think little ole me can handle myself?" Heidi said this in a
mock southern drawl as she gestured to the den that was dominated by huge
collection of trophies, plaques, and ribbons. "Yeah, I'm fully aware of your
impressive skills but just remember, the rules change from the studio to the
street. I just don't want a call from the county hospital, I don't think I
could handle that", Heidi's dad said with a little sorrow in his voice. She
was sure he was thinking back to a call he got from a hospital fourteen years
ago with the news of his wife, but Heidi didn't say anything because of the
fact that he had no idea that his daughter knew the whole gruesome story. Her
dad had only told her that her mother died as a result of a hit and run
driver, a complete lie. "I'll be careful dad, don't worry", Heidi said softly
as she hugged her dad and kissed him good-bye. Heidi thought about the
timetable for today and quickly said, "oh yeah, I might go see a new
martial-arts movie at the mall afterwards, if it's not too late". He looked at
her, ready to object. "Don't worry dad, I really can handle myself pretty
well." Heidi jumped into a fighting stance and threw an intricate flurry of
kicks and punches in his direction that she made look effortless. "O.K. karate
girl, just pay heed to dads words of wisdom", her father said with a laugh,
then continued as he left, "my daughter; the latest incarnation of Bruce Lee.

Heidi hated lying to her dad about this whole thing but realized it was for
the best. Anyway, he had lied to her all these years about her mom's death.
This made her feel a bit more justified about her decision. She gulped down
the rest of her shake along with a handful of supplements for some extra
energy for the long day ahead. It was 7:25am, time to get to the gym. Heidi
packed her oversized gym bag with everything she would need today including
outfits and various items that would assist her in reviving an unconscious
person. She planned on using them until either they stopped working or she ran
out; only then would she put him out permanently. Heidi chose a conservative
attire to wear to the gym consisting of baggy charcoal colored cotton
sweatpants and matching sweatshirt. The sweatpants, though baggy, still hugged
her curvaceously muscled bottom and flaring outer thighs. Even dressed
discretely, Heidi couldn't conceal her amazing physique all together. A white
fitted Yankee's cap and a pair of black high top Otomix wresting shoes
completed the ensemble. She wanted to get in and out of the gym as quickly as
possible without any distractions or come-ons by the male patrons of the gym.
This was usually impossible; guys were always gawking at her in the mirrors or
coming up with stupid lines just to talk to her. She had no patience for this,
especially today. Heidi's beautiful young face induced enough stares and goofy
grins alone without taking her awesome body into consideration. She had a
perfect lightly tanned complexion that set off her sparkling innocent
green-blue eyes. Her cute little slightly upturned nose was complemented by a
pair of full pink pouting lips and a couple of irresistible dimples that
creased when she smiled, showing off her flawless bone white teeth. All of
this was framed by an adorable short bob of dark brownish-red tangles, parted
slightly in the middle and curled in around her perfectly shaped jaw line and
supple neck. "I guess they can't help themselves; a body like this on such a
young looking face must be a rare sight for these bozo's to see." Heidi
smirked as she tightened the drawstring about her taut 21inch waist. She
pivoted around on her toes to see how tightly the sweats fit her rump. Patting
her hard bottom, Heidi sighed, "you, mister butt invite too much attention,
even dressed like this." Pulling down on the sweatshirt over her rear Heidi
continued, "Just concentrate on the workout, the task ahead, and ignore the
jerks."

It was 8:30am when the bus dropped her off near the gym. Heidi had been using
the gym without charge for over two years now because of a deal she made with
the gym's owner to teach his two daughters self defense a once a week. This
saved her a good deal of money and allowed her to do something beneficial for
the girls as well.

As a freshman, Heidi learned in a science class about the advantages of weight
training. The teacher had drawn the equation: force= mass x acceleration. The
young teen immediately related this to her martial arts training and
determined that if she combined her already amazing speed and agility with
increased physical power, she would be one dangerous little force to be
reckoned with. Heidi thought about this and the two years since first walking
in this place as she sat down on the flat bench to work her chest. "I have
spent practically every day over the last ten years mastering my tumbling and
fighting skills. The extra strength and muscle I've added over the past two
years will definitely come in handy today." She came out of her thoughts as
some old geezer impatiently asked her if she was going to be finished using
that bench sometime today. "I'll be done in a few, mister grump, think you can
hold your water that long?" Heidi spoke crisply, adding a forced smile. The
old man seemed taken aback by the contrast of her sharp tongue and innocent
eyes. He mumbled something to himself about kids today as he wandered off.
Heidi's wide blue eyes narrowed as he left. " I could kick those scummy yellow
dentures right down your throat so fast you wouldn't know what hit you, stupid
old fart", Heidi whispered to herself. The 118-pound teen reclined on the flat
bench and pressed out a set of eight controlled reps with 155lbs of weight.
"That was pretty easy today, must be my adrenaline kicking in. I bet I could
get 185lbs up at least three times by now." Heidi thought about it but decided
it was smarter to get a good pump but conserve as much energy as possible for
later today. She touched her upper chest as the blood rushed in, pumping up
the muscles supporting her perfectly shaped softball size breast. She rubbed
her fingertips down the centerline of her breastbone while contracting her
pecs tightly together. Her fingers stopped moving, pinched inside an inch deep
crevasse of muscle between those gravity -defying breasts. "Wow, I'm really
getting some great results from all this work", Heidi cheerfully thought to
herself. She sighed softly as her high set nipples stiffened and poked firmly
against the soft fleece lining of her sweatshirt. "God, I'm doing it again,
getting myself all hot," Heidi whispered to herself. She sat up from the bench
just in time to catch many eyes darting away from her as usual. "I've really
got to find a new gym. All right, next up are legs. Got to pump them up until
they're absolutely scary." Heidi exclaimed this last thought with a grin as
she sprung up off the bench.

Heidi continued the rest of her workout without interruption, moving quickly
between machines and free weights without any rest in between. This was not a
normal workout, rather an overall pump session to make her already erotically
intimidating body absolutely jaw dropping. Heidi really wanted her victim to
see the amazing results that the past 2 ½ years of religiously pumping weight
had given her. He would receive a detailed and close-up anatomy lesson of this
teen's super-hard body. Heidi's already athletic frame had responded rapidly
to the influx of weight training. After years of strenuous gymnastic lessons
and some very receptive genes, her body absorbed this new training like a
sponge on water. Since the time she began at age fourteen to the present her
height had changed by three inches while her body weight had increased by an
incredible 22 pounds to 118lbs at three percent body fat. Here she was, not
even seventeen and already carrying the physique of a top professional fitness
athlete along with enough lethal ability to destroy a person twice her size
without working up a sweat. Heidi felt charged full with power as she made her
way to the locker room to shower and change.

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She left the gym dressed in a pair of baggy dark blue Levi's and a white
hooded pullover top, wanting to remain as anonymous as possible. On her bare
tan feet she donned a pair of chocolate brown pumps that were easy to slip
off. She saw the bus go by that she needed to catch as she exited the gym and
sprinted to its next stop three blocks away. Heidi made the dash with a bulky
gym bag in tow without loosing a shoe or her breath in the process. "That was
really close and stupid," Heidi berated herself. "I could have blown the whole
thing if I missed this ride, dumb really dumb." She sat back still annoyed
with herself. Timing was of the utmost importance today. She needed to be in
place at the studio before he arrived or he would be locked out and take off.
It was 10:45am. "Still plenty of time to stretch out and warm up before noon,"
Heidi thought. She relaxed and gazed out the window as she reflected on how
this whole thing began.

It was six months ago at the annual martial arts open being held at the state
college gymnasium. This is where Mr. Roberts introduced himself and approached
her with an unusual proposition. Heidi had already breezed through the open
forms competition, winning it with a dazzling display of creative tumbling and
highly difficult acrobatic kicks. The astounded look on the judges' faces as
she finished was all Heidi had to see to know she had won another event. Now
she set her sights on the full contact title and watched intently to see who
her final opponent would be. So far, two minutes had been the longest any of
her previous six matches had lasted. Four victories had been by knockout and
two by submission. Heidi had pretty much decided by which way she would win
each fight before stepping onto the mat. The matches were no more than
training sessions to her, trying out new combinations of kicks, strikes and
submission holds for real instead of holding back like she had to do in
practice. She would toy with each one for about thirty seconds to see if they
had any ability at all to make contact with her, letting them think they had
some kind of advantage and then wham!!! Instantaneously, Heidi would take the
offensive and keep on it until she had them either laid out on the mat;
unconscious or unable to stand up or screaming their surrender in one her
favorite submission holds. An exception to this was her last opponent, a big
black girl, who said the wrong thing to Heidi and suffered the consequences.
Once Heidi had reduced her to a barely standing foot wipe, she took her to the
floor and snaked her lethal legs below the black girl's head gear in a
dangerous reverse neck scissors hold and started a series of quick, snapping
pulses on her throat that made the suffering fighter try to submit
immediately, but completely unable to. Heidi had the girls throat so
compressed that neither air or blood could get to her brain, not to mention
the girl couldn't wave her surrender because Heidi had her arms immobilized by
gripping her opponents wrists and pinning them to the mat. Heidi used her
leverage atop the girl's chest to keep her arms still. All her prey could do
for the ten seconds of eternity was endure the panic and wait for the
inevitable, unconsciousness. Just as the referee realized the severity of the
situation the black girl was in, Heidi loosened her grip just enough to slide
her legs up so that her crotch was fixed firmly against the victims vulnerable
esophagus. Heidi looked over her shoulder to see the panicked wide eyes of the
formally cocky black girl, smiled at her evilly, and clenched her firm little
butt cheeks so tightly together that her opponents eyes rolled up and her
rigid form went instantly limp. Heidi commented softly to the contorted,
unconscious face, sandwiched between her rock hard glutes, "Guess you get to
kiss my ass instead of kicking it like you thought." Heidi released her hold
and let the head bounce to the mat; sorry she couldn't make this one last a
little longer.

Heidi smirked and rolled her eyes when she saw whom her final match would be
against. "How did that doofuss make it this far? Must have been a pretty sad
draw on his side of the bracket." She said to herself as she sauntered to the
mat. Even though he stood almost nine inches above her diminutive five foot
three inch frame and had to outweigh her by at least ninety pounds, the chubby
faced and sadly out of shape late teen would not even last as long as Heidi's
earlier opponents. As the two combatants came together at the center of the
mat awaiting final instructions from the ref, Heidi sized him up and began to
feel almost embarrassed for this sorry excuse of a final opponent; that was
until he opened his mouth. "What, is this for real? This has to be a joke.
Aren't you way out of your realm here babe? I thought I was fighting some
dude, not some cute little thing like you. Now why don't you just concede
before I end up making a mess of that pretty face of yours? I'd hate to see
you cry." He said this condescendingly with a stupid grin while sticking in
his mouthpiece. "That's funny fat ass, I was just about feeling sorry for you
and was going to take it easy and not go for the completely embarrassing
bloodbath, but you just changed my mind. Better tighten up that head gear
bozo, you are in for a fast and furious ride." Heidi stated this with complete
confidence as her wide eyes narrowed and she seductively licked her lips just
as the ref made his way into earshot. Her opponent was taken aback by the
teen's total lack of fear. He had no idea the serious error he had made in
giving her attitude. After the shit her last opponent threw at her and the
frustration of making her suffer for it seemed too little, Heidi was set on
making this final match so memorable and satisfying, she would most likely be
suspended or banned from this type of competition. A familiar fury began to
rise inside of her. The beating would be fast, injurious, and totally unfair.
End of part one

Please e-mail with comments and suggestions. The conclusion to the story is
coming soon.

[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi gets her kicks...part 2  By Kickfan

Second part picks up at her final sanctioned fight where she learns the about moms death.


The moment the fight commenced, Heidi wasted no time getting down to the
business at hand. She was intent on putting him away before he even knew what
hit him. This wasn't the way Heidi normally preferred to fight. Usually, she
liked to let her opponent attempt to land anything on her, frustrate them
completely, and then take them out without recourse. Heidi's mood had darkened
since her last fight with that big black bitch, even after making her suffer
until unconsciousness high up between her deadly thick thighs, that sense of
satisfaction was waning. This was especially with the comments from this
oversized dip-shit had made. The cocky lummox had no idea the fate he sealed
by rashly doubting Heidi's ability to utterly destroy him at will. Insulting
the skill level of his petite opponent would prove to be nearly fatal. She
really just wanted him out of her sight. These tournament fights had grown
boringly easy to win. She wanted more freedom to do what she thought about in
bed at night, playing with herself. To feel the ultimate control of holding a
life in her hands, or better yet, between her lethal legs and decide their
fate. Why, she didn't know. Maybe it was that all these years of controlled
fighting almost on a daily basis had grown stale, she wanted, she needed more,
much more. She hadn't even begun to tap her true potential for unconscionable
destruction, but she would very soon. Unfortunately it couldn't be today, too
many witnesses, but he would be an adequate target to end her public fighting
career on. He really was obtuse to the fact that with this particular girl,
being a 6' 1" man of considerable weight and supposed skills couldn't matter
less to Heidi.

Before he had opened his yap, Heidi was willing to give the crowd a longer
display of her expertise by extending the match a few rounds. Now, he had
really pissed her off and her desires had become completely self-serving. The
people there would get 'the short and sweet version' and she would make sure
the experience was as humbling for him as it was gratifying for her. She only
wished she could have him alone somewhere in a private match so that after he
couldn't get up again, she imagined doing a full split down across his neck as
he fought for consciousness after kicking his brains in. Then pressing her
crotch firmly against his vulnerable throat as she constricted her thighs
slowly about his head, coiling her glistening, muscular little legs around
that fat face, making him twitch as she squeezed him like a grape in a wine
press until he was comatose, or better yet dead, but another fast knockout
would have to do today.

Heidi twitched and flexed her ultra tight body disguised by the baggy white
uniform. The gi only gave a small hint of the imposing figure hidden within.
Really, all he could tell from seeing her this way was that she seemed to have
a nice little athletic body, especially for a sixteen year old. He took notice
as she faced his direction, her back and shoulders seemed to be particularly
thick and wide compared to the slim size of her black belted waistline. And
then, when she turned away and strutted to her corner, the white cotton
bottoms she wore hugged every delicious curve of that amazingly round perky
derriere.

He thought to be an illusion as she nonchalantly marched to her corner that he
could actually see muscle in her thighs and calves jut out against the fabric
of her baggy pant legs. That had to be a trick of the light, he assumed, since
no mere girl could have legs like 'that'. Heidi, feeling his leering eyes upon
her, turned toward him, staring him down as she effortlessly tensed up then
relaxed her body, causing every muscle fiber to quiver as she loosened up.
Tilting her head side to side to relieve the tension in her neck, Heidi
thought 'I bet you might just shit your pants if you saw the body I have
underneath here. But then again, it might just give you a bigger hard-on than
you already have, you fat-assed moron'.

Heidi's cold look brightened to a cute knowing smile upon hearing the signal
to begin. He lumbered from his corner, grinning like an insane clown through
his shiny black mouthpiece. "I guess its show time for you bozo", she
whispered and took a couple small steps toward him and then threw herself into
an explosive tumbling sequence, starting with a cartwheel, followed by a
series powerful whip-backs gaining speed directly in his path.

Like a doe caught in the headlights, he hesitated, never before experiencing
such an unconventional attack. That uncertainty was all Heidi needed to land
her opening move. She sensed the perfect distance from her now indecisive foe.
Twisting her shoulders and torso at the climax of a final back flip, and then
violently whipping her legs around to follow, Heidi executed a dynamic side
aerial kick directly toward her hapless opponent. Dive bombing high above his
head like a couple of tan sledgehammers, her muscular legs swung through as
her feet scraped bluntly down his upturned face in rapid succession. An abrupt
'thwak-thwak' rang out in answer to the twofold kick as Heidi landed
gracefully in a fighting stance exactly where her target stood the second
before.

He moaned out in pain, staggering backward, clutching his injured nose and
mouth with both hands. Her feet caught him in about the only place his head
wasn't protected by padding which was no accident. Heidi callously grinned and
giggled as she saw blood drip between his fingers and down his chin. "How's
that for a little girl, fat-boy?" Heidi taunted her wounded adversary as she
bounced in a ready stance. His eyes widened. He was furious and confused but
with no chance to respond, verbally or physically, as Heidi moved in on her
prey.

Prancing lightly toward him, Heidi sprung straight up while twisting her upper
body away from her target. With those highly trained legs tucked tightly under
her torso, she glanced over her shoulder, her head whipped around, swishing
her silky bob of chestnut hair. Her wide, innocent sapphire eyes marked her
target as she abruptly attacked. Her perfect little butt cheeks clenched
together like silken steel as her right leg shot straight back, blasting her
heel deep into his unprotected solar plexus. A loud "huuuuh!!!" echoed through
the room as blood mixed with air rushed from his mouth replying to that
vicious jumping back-kick. He clutched his aching chest, panicking for breath,
as his upper body involuntarily lurched forward from the intense impact. His
mouth hung wide open in attempt to inhale, setting up an easy mark for Heidi
to attack.

The hot teen swiftly pranced back a couple steps, cutely shaking her perky
butt side to side goading him. "So, who's going to mess up whose face, blubber
butt? And yeah, I saw you checking my ass out a minute ago, now smile and
check this out." She knew he was unable to respond. The strained, painful
expression on his red face indicated the wind was all knocked out of him. She
waited a second for his bulging, teary eyes to meet her deep blue ones. She
smiled contemptuously as she licked her lips, then quickly bent her knees,
then sprung straight and high up off the mat, performing a powerful back
layout. As her elevated head and upper body arched severely back and rotated
around, her firm legs whipped up fast toward his vulnerable face. "Smack!" was
the sound as the balls of Heidi's size 5's plowed up through his heavy chin as
his jaw slammed shut, smashing his bottom plate of teeth into his mouthpiece.
His head ripped backward and his body straightened up under the bludgeoning
impact of her unusual kick. Heidi followed through the flip; nimbly landing in
the same spot she began in.

Her helpless 210-pound opponent, completely disoriented, rocked drunkenly side
to side as the fresh-faced brunette bounce lightly in front of him. Smiling,
Heidi derided him in a sweet soft voice just out of range for the nervous
referee to hear. "You should just give it up before I really hurt you? You
know I can, easily." Of course Heidi wasn't about to let him off that simple
as he immediately discovered. Totally humiliated, feeling more pain than he
ever knew possible, getting thoroughly whipped in seconds by a hot little
chick half his size, and now unable to think straight from the head kick she
just dished out, the bloody faced chump was eager to signal his surrender.

" I gi-uurch" was as far as he got before Heidi shot up her right leg in a
side kick, catching him sharply in the Adams apple with the outside blade of
her arched back foot. " Too late", Heidi teased him as she immediately cocked
back the same leg at the knee. She adjusted her pivot foot and squared her
shoulders, taking aim and balancing while her target violently gagged from the
sudden throat injuring strike. Then like a blur, Heidi snapped open her lethal
leg straight up. Her tan foot repeatedly slapped his head right and left,
alternating between her heel and instep. Heidi's foot unleashed a barrage of
kicks on his red headgear with the precision of a professional boxer working a
speed-bag, 'pop/slap/pop/slap'. The corner of Heidi's upper lip curled
seductively as she clenched her bared teeth, narrowing her eyes as she
amazingly increased the speed of these punishing, flashing kicks.

He tried in vain to get away from this brutal attack. Mumbling incoherently as
her feet whipped his head around, while waving his arms attempting to balance
himself, he stumbled backward praying to remove his head from his female
assailants stinging feet, of course it failed. Heidi easily compensated by
rapidly twisting toward him on the ball of her plant foot, continuing her
wicked facial assault. She must have landed twenty or more machine gun kicks
on his head and face in less than six seconds.

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She instantly switched legs as blood speckled his white uniform. Whipping up
from the floor, Heidi's left leg rocketed toward his gaping mouth. The outer
ridge of Heidi's tiny tan foot hammered sharp side kicks. Jarring and painful
blasts pelted his unprotected chin. Pounding him effortlessly with multiple
fast strikes, his bruised face snapped back and forth in time with each quick
blast from her lithe muscular leg. It was a surreal sight to behold, this
petite beautiful girl totally destroying a seemingly helpless brute twice her
size. These kicks were taking their toll fast on him, even though she was only
using a fraction of her actual strength. She was getting hot and tingly,
really getting into the rhythm of her kicks, just as his knees began to
buckle. Heidi knew she had to end it soon. He could collapse at any time and
ruin her finale.

Heidi kept him upright by hooking his chin with the sole of her left foot,
amazingly lifting his wobbling form up vertically. Heidi briefly scanned his
face, assessing the damage she had done so far. His eyes were crossed and
bloodshot, all around them the skin was swollen and discolored resulting from
a shattered nose, and lips were puffy and bleeding from being mashed against
his teeth. His crooked headgear hid any obvious structural damage but Heidi
was confident his jaw was broken. If not, she was sure it would be
momentarily.

She lowered her lethal leg, smiling with approval. "Sweet dreams, fat boy",
Heidi said with a sexy pout as she leaped up high as she spun in the air. His
head raised in dazed response to her comment as Heidi uncoiled her spinning
body and delivered a devastating inside-out crescent kick brutally into the
right side of the big guys head. Wuuuup!!! Rang through the room as his 210
pounds cartwheeled to the left. The audience gasped from seeing such an
amazing display of power being generated by this rather petite girl. He
crashed down like a huge bag of flour with an audible thud face up and barely
awake. Heidi danced lightly on her toes a couple feet from his motionless
form. She gauged the distance from her target, brought her left knee up
sharply, flush against her firm breast, with total effortless control sharply
straightened her leg up vertically, leaving her pointed foot high above her
head in a complete standing split. The knowledgeable audience cheered,
impressed once again by this girls incredible abilities. Heidi held the pose,
rising up on her toes, increasing the difficulty of the stance while tracing a
line with her fingertips from her thick calve, over her bulging hamstring, and
stopping at her moistened crotch.

Staring down at her large target, Heidi's felt frustration. Her brow furrowed,
wanting more satisfaction. "This is what you wanted, isn't it fucker, Heidi
hissed, as she clenched her fist with one hand and gripped her groin with the
other. She waited for his startled reaction as he gained a small sense of his
faculties. Looking up, seeing this dangerous young beauty poised erotically
above him, ready to strike. Heidi let out a powerful "kiiiaaah!!"

She arched back the toes of her left foot as she let her right leg slide back.
Her heel buried itself deep into his generous belly with a vicious axe kick
full split. The concentrated power of Heidi's punishing maneuver brought about
a joined response from her disabled mark. He was all at once fully compelled
to sit up, and to involuntarily expel a mixture of air, saliva, blood, and
vomit. As he convulsed from the sudden impact of her bludgeoning foot, Heidi
was already initiating her final kick.

As her large incompetent victim spilled his guts 'so to speak' Heidi spun into
action. Like a break-dancer, the agile girl went from a complete 180-degree
split; fell back, and then whipped her legs and body around, twisting over as
she turned. Just as her target finished spilling his guts, Heidi came to a
sudden stop on her right knee and hands a couple feet to the side of him. Her
left leg shot out toward his ruined face with a furious snap kick. Smack! A
sickening crunching noise reverberated as his face met the pulverizing force
of Heidi's oncoming foot. His mouthpiece sailed out of his mouth as the back
of his head slammed violently to the mat, then bounced a couple times before
coming to a rest rolling to the side, facing his hot little tormenter.

Heidi cocked her adorable head, as she made sure he was out for the count,
while holding her striking leg and foot rigidly where his head was a moment
ago. Satisfied, she smiled, rocked back and performed an easy looking back
walkover, springing into a fighting stance above her oblivious foe. The
stunned crowd applauded loudly, not sure how to comprehend the spectacle they
just witnessed. Heidi respectfully bowed to the judges, knowing full well that
she would most likely be disqualified due to the excessive force she used
against the pitiful heap lying behind her. It didn't matter, they both knew
who had won; everybody there did. She was tired of these controlled little
battles; they lacked challenge and the real satisfaction she craved. There has
to be more fun out there for me somewhere.

Heidi couldn't resist one last look, arrogantly glancing over her shoulder at
the glorious mess she made, beating the big dope within an inch of his life.
An intense warm wave coursed through her lower regions, tingling and swimming
with electricity. Heidi had to catch her breath for the first time all day.
She liked the feeling. She wanted it to last longer. Later she would get it
back in bed when she thought about the fun she had today. For now though,
Heidi turned away, held her head up, and strutted off the mat like a little
warrior princess.

Later, to her amusement, she found out the severity of damage she had
inflicted. He remained unconscious hours after they carted him off to the
hospital. The doctors feared brain damage might set in if he didn't wake up
soon from this severe concussion. Other injuries included; four broken teeth,
broken nose, a shattered jaw in two places, a cracked left cheekbone,
dislocated neck, cracked and bruised sternum, along with a multitude of welts
and bruises that made him look like he kissed an oncoming truck. The emergency
room doctor assumed he had been in a severe accident of some kind. He was
shocked to hear how it really happened.

"Serves him right, maybe he will loose that attitude and some fat while
sucking his meals through a straw for a few weeks", Heidi said without
sympathy to the person who told her about his condition. "I know one thing,
he'll never treat a girl with such disrespect again, no matter what her size,
he'll just think of me and get a blank look on." As it turned out, that
one-sided massacre put an end to his desire to ever fight again. A few weeks
went by while he recovered in bed at home. He tried to forget the torturous
hazy memories of that day, maybe it didn't really happen, he tried to convince
himself. A tape was mailed to him that someone sent anonymously. He watched in
full color horror the events of that fateful day. There she was, a petite hot
teenage girl, beating him senseless, and taking just forty-five seconds to do
it.

'Yeah, the big goof never knew what hit', Heidi thought to herself as she
stared out the window of the bus as it approached her destination. Heidi
thought back once again to that day, remembering what happened next.

"That was quite a display young lady." An older well dressed man looking to be
in his late forties said with a smile as he held out his hand. "I'm John
Roberts, I've been wanting to meet you for some time now Miss Jamison."

Heidi looked up from her seat, shaking his hand and asked, "Do I know you from
somewhere?"

" No, but I've followed your career, so to speak, and I have a proposition for
you. I think it's something you might really enjoy from the looks of things."
Roberts said this as he watched the paramedics cart off her final opponent.

Heidi squeezed his hand tightly, causing him to wince from the pressure of her
grip. "What makes you think you know anything about me or what I like? You
aren't some pervert trying some lame attempt to get your hands on me, Mr.
Roberts? Heidi grinned devilishly at the flustered man as he attempted to his
hand away, fumbling for the right words.

"Ah no, I assure you what I have in mind has nothing to do with me. It, it's
about your mother". Heidi let go of his hand, frowning as she stared into his
eyes.

"What about her. She died a long time ago. Did you know her or something?"

" No, not personally, but, this is really hard to tell you here."

"Spill it! As you have seen, I don't have a great temper, so tell me whatever
you have to say before I lose it again."

Mister Roberts sat down next to her and laid out the whole awful truth about
her mother and his daughter. By the time he finished, Heidi's head swam in a
surreal circle of emotions. Mom didn't die in a car crash like dad had said
all these years. She had been brutally raped, beaten and left for dead. Months
later she died in a coma at the hospital Heidi vaguely remembered visiting.
She was so young when it happened, her dad couldn't tell her the truth. This
creep did the same thing to Mr. Roberts' daughter soon after this had
happened, and God knows whom else. He was never convicted for these crimes due
to a botched investigation with the chain of evidence but did end up serving a
ten-year sentence for the assault and attempted rape of a college coed a few
years later. Mr. Roberts was dead sure this man, Harold Pinkerton, was
responsible for these hideous crimes after spending thousands of dollars on
private investigation into his daughters' death. He came to find out that this
menace was now on probation, free, right here in town. Heidi had heard enough.
The feeling she felt prior to her last match was nothing compared to the
contempt and anger she had raging inside right now.

"O.K. Mr. Roberts, what is this proposition you mentioned", Heidi said coldly,
clenching her fists.

Part three to follow, please send comments to me if you like my work, or if
you have any thoughts or suggestions about Heidi.

[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi's spring 'break' by kickfan

a new direction for Heidi, a little break from the main plot, part one of two


"All right Martha, I'm ready to see Miss Jamison now", the schools newest
student counselor stated with a note of trepidation through the secretary's
intercom. Heidi glanced over from her chair toward the voice with a sadistic
grin. "Ms. Stewart will see you now young lady, third door on the left" Heidi
didn't say a word, just smiled as she thought of the third door on the left,
Mr. Larkin's old office, poor old Mr. L. It was a tragedy what happened to
him, the way he was found by the janitor weeks after the fact; hideously
beaten beyond recognition, his body twisted and eerily misshapen, such a frail
old body, they break sooo easily. God, she loved being this dangerous, a
walking bombshell time bomb, able to explode on anyone she wanted. Everyone
lusting over her, unaware the twisted fantasies this young girl hid inside.
Heidi giggled, thinking back to the delicious crunching sound and funny
gurgling noises Mr. Larkin made during his last moments alive. She pursed her
lips, pouting as she adjusted her short black skirt, gazing at her reflection
in the glass door leading to the office. Heidi cocked her head and smiled with
approval, "you are too hot girl". She chose this little outfit with this
meeting in mind.

Down the hall, the counselor looked up from her notes as she heeded the
deliberate slow rhythmic clicking of Heidi's black stiletto pumps. After
reading the student's disturbing personal file, she had felt some anxiety
about this girl. No matter, this was her job, she was the one in charge here,
and no high school junior was going to keep her from laying down the law,
Peggy Stewart thought resolutely with a nod of conviction as Heidi's finger
tips tapped on the opaque glass window.

"Come in, Heidi", she said firmly. The door swung open slowly as Heidi's form
came into clear view, bringing pause to the counselor's breath; she suddenly
felt both, a sense of arousal and slight trepidation. This was the little
terror in the file? Ms. Stewart thought there was some mix-up, she expected
someone more typical to have committed these unpleasant offenses. She pictured
a brutish, heavy-set, unattractive bully, but Heidi didn't fit that model in
any way, shape or form; and speaking of form, MY GOD the woman thought, what a
BODY. Ms. Stewart's arousal level grew rapidly; this woman had never been in
the presence of such young physical perfection. So solidly built, every muscle
full and compact, and with a face so youthful and attractive, she was the
object of fantasy for every red blooded male, and apparently at least one
female, on campus. The professional acting Ms. Stewart felt flush, tingling,
and wet with unexpected stimulation. Heidi grinned devilishly, observing a
look in this woman's eyes she had seen so many times with so many people, men
and women, complete awe, plain and simple.

The counselor realized her emotional state and defensively chided," You know
the school's dress code Miss Jamison, and it does not allow for that sort of
exposing attire." The woman tried to get command back by chastising Heidi's
blatant disregard for policy. "But its sooo hot Ms. Stewart, and I picked this
out just for you?" Heidi spoke with a sardonic yet sweet tone. She peered down
at herself in this skimpy sexy outfit; her hand hugging her supple little
waist as she swayed her hip's side to side. She knew exactly how sizzling and
sexually arousing her hard tan physique looked in these skimpy clothes. She
stared back at Ms. Stewart, feeling an aura of sexual dominance over this
pale, gangly looking woman. Her tight red sleeveless top held together only by
a single button just below her proud, young, heaving, jutting breasts, held
aloft by her thick powerful pectorals. The exposed lacy trim of her white bra
revealed a remarkable degree of cleavage for a girl so very young. Ms.
Stewart's mouth watered as she followed the line down Heidi's tight body. The
blouse tapered off just below her ribcage showing exposing her tiny yet
exceptionally developed torso. Heidi looked down at her cute pierced belly
button and tightened her tanned stomach, etching her marble-esc midsection
into vivid separate muscles. A couple sexy little veins revealed themselves
under the constriction, peaking out from her pleated mini skirt to the middle
and side of her flat torso. She flashed those sapphire eyes back at the woman,
peering through a mop of silky dark bangs, provoking an unsettled reaction
from this skinny woman in her mid to late thirties. "Do you like what you see?
You know it isn't polite to stare." Heidi's voice sounded like sweet honey as
she traced her fingers over the bumpy ridges. She knew the woman couldn't help
herself, no one could, not if Heidi wanted it. Ms. Stewart imagined what that
stomach might feel like to touch and caress. The warm pulsating power, the
satiny soft skin, stroking each little muscle on the way to the promise land.
"Ohh!" The woman had to catch her breath, suddenly envisioning the beautiful
delights that Heidi held beneath her mini skirt. She was already affecting
this woman severely and she hadn't even gotten started. "Please, Heidi, this
is totally inappropriate, your attire, your behavior, perhaps we should
reschedule this meeting for..." " I'm sorry Ms. Stewart, but since I'm already
here, why put off, how should I say this", putting a finger to her pursed lips
"the inevitable"? Heidi flashed a suggestive grin. What did she mean by that,
thought the counselor, 'the inevitable'? Heidi's physicality was clearly
taking its effect on poor Ms. Stewart's psyche like a perverse drug.

She stared at Heidi as she flirtatiously lifted up the right side of her
short, thin cotton skirt, revealing more luscious thigh meat than Peggy needed
to see. "Isn't my skirt too short for your little rules also Msss. Stewart."
Heidi hissed softly in a provocative voice as she cutely cocked her head to
the side, drawing Ms. Stewart's eyes down to her solidly flexed right thigh,
then relished in that paralyzed gaze of the visibly shaken woman. No words
came out, only a trance-like stare hypnotized by those inconceivable legs. The
woman's mind circled with unquiet thoughts; they are so young and supple, so
muscular and deeply tanned, and look so very, very strong. The kind of legs
all men gawk with wanton lust; the kind of legs women feign disdain, but would
die for; the kind of legs she coveted. Her own legs were long, unappealingly,
thin pale bamboo sticks next to Heidi's. She felt abashed by the longing to
feel the strength of Heidi's legs. Those deeply tanned defined muscles, so
erotic. Her pussy begins to tingle and itch from the thought of stroking legs
as well muscled as these, legs she'd never seen the likes of.

She shook herself from the dazed state, "That is uhh, correct uhh, Heidi, too
short for uhh, school standards." Heidi giggled as the older woman tried to
gain composure. "You really need to leave now, go home and change into more
conservative attire and then..." As the woman sputtered, Heidi's pointed heels
clicked sharply as she marched toward the desk shaking her head. Her
dangerously jagged calves flaring out with each step, then leaning forward,
she stared the nervous woman right in the eyes. "Why, Ms. Stewart, are you
getting so turned on you just can't stand it. You want me to leave so you can
diddle yourself as you think about touching me, is that it Ms. Stewart?" Heidi
smiled knowingly. The little vixen knows, the woman thought. She turned red
with embarrassment. How could she let this teenage girl get to her like this?
She was just sixteen for heaven's sake, not a seasoned counselor with years of
experience dealing with these adolescent brats. There was just something about
the way Heidi was able to look right through her with devious and insidious
contempt, which disturbed her. Heidi's eyes probed her very sole, letting her
know that she was merely a plaything for this physically superior young
predator to toy with. Though Ms. Stewart stood 5'10", nearly 7" taller than
this teens' rather petite stature. Heidi's simple presence made her feel
inadequate. What did this girl want from her? Her mind raced desperately for
an answer?

Heidi pirouetted away to sit in the leather chair centered a few feet in front
of the counselor's desk. Her light skirt whirled up revealing a brief glimpse
of Heidi's beautiful rock hard bottom. I'm going to cum right here her mind
blurted. Her perfect rounded globes appeared to be suspended above those thick
hamstring muscles, cheeks locked together, only covered by a tiny band of
white material wedged between them. Was their any part of this young woman
that DIDN'T exude lust and unbridled sexuality the counselor wondered in
yearning amazement? Heidi spun around and sat back, staring contemptuously
into the woman's eyes.

"So, here we are Ms. Stewart, watcha wanna do?" Heidi smirked, knowing exactly
what this needy woman wanted, needed. "Listen here young lady, we are here to
discuss your future, there is nothing cute about that." The counselor tried to
bluff, hiding her desire to show her lusty feelings. "Oh, I like it here, I
plan on graduating with a full ride in gymnastics, I'm the team captain you
know. Heidi stated with a proud young voice, her eyes bright and sparkling.
Ms. Stewart involuntarily leaned back befuddled by fusion of this girl's
adorably cute face and apparent obtuseness to the situation. The little hot
teen crossed her leg over the other, pressing the thick diamond shaped calve,
expanding to impossible width. She glared into the frustrated woman's eyes as
they lowered away from Heidi's, drawn to her crossed calve and up her tan
thigh the open breach in her skirt. Heidi's tiny white panties creased
pointedly into the crevice of her supple mound. She arched her foot up and
down, making the muscles in her leg dance at will. "Like what you see? You
know Ms. Stewart; it's tight, tight as a fucking vice in there. Heidi's eyes
flashed wildly at the woman, completely taken aback. "I know what your
thinkin', I caught you peekin", Heidi sang coyly like a nursery rhyme.

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Then in a soft voice, leaning back, uncrossing her legs, "Umm, would you like
to touch Heidi's coochee Ms. Stewart? She giggled. Wanna play with me?" Heidi
tormented the woman, sliding her hand down her hard flat stomach, slipping it
under the stretchy fabric of her skirt and rubbing her mound, rotating the
palm of her strong hand against herself. With a deep sigh, Heidi asked, "Are
you a carpet-muncher Msss. Stewart? If so, didn't mean to get you all hot and
excited like this, sorry. I was just dreaming about your face plastered
against my sweet little cunny and, ooh, I got sooo hot." With an evil grin,
Heidi slipped her digits inside her taut moist slit, one, than two, rubbing
fast, moaning softly. Ms. Stewart watched in a dichotomy of repulsion and
total attraction. Heidi heated up; rocking her hips, moaning louder with self
absorbed pleasure. "Two fingers, only two, I'm too fucking tight for any more
than that you big skinny slut." Heidi hissed as she gyrated her hips in a
semi- hypnotic state, her eyelids flickered wildly; biting down on her upper
lip as she imagined her victim trapped below.

Ms. Stewart gasped in shock from the abusive voice she just heard, while
locked in stunned silence as Heidi's dense muscular legs bulged, tensing up
with vascular power, in absolute ecstasy. Heidi's voice was low now, almost
trance-like, "Umm, get your head in here you bitch, I'll fucking snap down so
tight on you you'll break like glass. That's right, fucking break your neck,
not just once, over and over 'til your bones sound like a maraca." Heidi
reached back and caressed the hard, smooth orbs of her ass. "Yeah, come on,
fuck me bitch, try, get your fat face in there, I'll skull fuck you till you
scream, bleed out your ears, fuck you 'til your DEAA-AH-AH." Heidi reached her
climax, arching back rigidly; her muscle capped shoulders pressed into the
back of the chair, rocking it back. Her torso and legs remained suspended,
vibrating as her planted heels dug into the floor. Heidi shuddered, every
muscle unyielding, waiting instructions. "Oh-oh-ooooh," the vixen cooed. "That
was good, hmmm, oh yeah." The frozen faced woman, terrorized by the utter
horror she just heard come out of this brazen teen's mouth, shook
uncontrollably, fear was overcoming any sense of pleasure now. Heidi relaxed,
setting the chair down. "Let's see, where were we." Heidi placed her luminous
goo covered fingers to her lips, sucking them as she seductively smiled.
"Tastes like sugar, Mss. Stewart and oh yeah, if you wondering", Heidi smiled
coolly, "Are 'these' are as strong as they seem?" Heidi caressed the rocky
slabs of compact muscle that made up her quads and hamstrings. The sun shining
in made the satiny ripples of her body glisten. She pressed the balls of her
feet firmly on the floor, sharpening the edges of her deadly calves. Leaning
forward she whispered. "They're sooo VERY strong and more dangerous than your
little mind could EVER picture Mssss. Stewart."

Heidi sat back and relaxed, "You don't know a thing about me except for that
stupid file. You can't conceive what I'm capable of doing to you, what I might
still do to you, just because I can, so please don't make me, Ms. Stewart!"
Heidi kept her tone low enough so that the only the dumfounded woman sitting
in numb silence across the desk could hear. The counselor was shaking in a
surreal state of utter confusion. Her foolish clinical mind tried to gain a
fragment of restraint from this girl. " I understand why there is some concern
about you around here, you clearly have authority issues and a discipline
problem that we really need to deal with." Heidi clenched her fingers into the
arms of the leather chair. Her fingertips whitened under the pressure. The
sinuous contours of her bronzed forearms, biceps, and shoulders glisten in
sharp blood pumping relief. "You just don't get it Ms. Stewart. Listen to me.
I am not going to have some high and mighty twit like you mess up my plans for
a free ride by suspending me because I beat up of a couple of cocky drunk
assholes. I was only defending myself. I'm just a fucking girl." Heidi
regained her temper, seeing the woman cower against her chair. "I just think
we have a misunderstanding, right Ms. Stewart?" Heidi said nicely, nodding at
her, compelling the scared woman to do the same, she did. "Good, see there, no
harm, no foul."

Heidi stood up, "Besides Ms. Stewart, real power isn't something you have
here." Heidi had the woman once again completely unbalanced. She stepped to
the desk, swaying her hips, flexing her dangerous legs, and locking them out
in small slow steps. Her breathing increased causing the concave curvature of
her cut abdominals to form and relax rhythmically. "Do you know what power is,
Mss. Stewart? Heidi's tone lowered to an evil low timbre, "Power is making you
crawl for me." The older woman's mouth hung open, completely shocked and dry
mouth with fear of this obviously disturbed and dangerous young girl. Heidi
smiled, absorbing the terrified look in her eyes. She lived for this feeling.
"Power is making you twist and writhe with pain. I could just pin your stupid
head right to the floor, right here, right now, just to watch you squirm.
That, Msss. Stewart, is what power is."" Heidi spoke through her perfect white
clenched teeth as she closed her eyes, imagining the scene. The terrified
woman now visible vibrating, wanting to press the intercom and scream for help
but sat locked and frozen, incapable of movement.

Heidi loved being this strong and confident. She feels the craving pains begin
again, throbbing in her pussy with excitement, needing desperately to vent.
Heidi snatched the heavy porcelain coffee mug, reading 'Have a Day' with a
happy face, from the edge of the table and set it upside down on the tile
floor. She pressed the top sole of her black pump rigidly atop the mug's base,
arching her exquisite size five, shaping an angry fist out of her inner calve
muscle, bulging to stone as she watched her potential victim vibrate with
fear. "Pinned, just like this", Heidi grinned evilly as her foot powered down
on the mug. Her tan calve muscle went rigid, then promptly shattered the mug
as Ms. Stewart turned from pale to white and wet herself in utter terror,
imagining her own head under her powerful grip. This was a completely
unbalanced and obviously dangerous teenaged girl.

There was a knock on the door, "Everything all right in there Ms. Stewart?" It
was the secretary, alarmed by the noise of shattered fragment of the thick
porcelain mug. Heidi glared at her, not needing to speak a word now. The woman
had no desire to find out what that evil look meant. "Yes, Martha, j-just a
little accident, no problem, th-th-thanks for asking though. She wanted to
scream for help, but felt like a wild cat was crouching near her, ready to
pounce.

Heidi grinned maliciously; she had absolute control now, but that was just the
appetizer. "That was smart Mss. Stewart, you just may have saved Martha out
there a world of pain Ms. Stewart. Now what are we going to do about all this
talk of suspension?" The counselor's mind reached feverishly for any solution
to escape this situation, this evil girl. "Uh, spring break, as you know, Miss
Jamison starts tomorrow, I'm leaving for a few days, out of town, how about we
discuss this whole misunderstanding with a fresh start, say, a two weeks from
today?" Heidi clapped her hands together, "Goody, sounds great Ms. Stewart."
Heidi chirped, cocking her head, mockingly happy. She bounced up from the
chair, all smiles. Peg, for the first time since Heidi walked through the
door, felt a small sense of relief from the overwhelming tension. A sigh of
relief washed over her as she watched Heidi turn to leave.

Ms. Stewart got up slowly, still shaky, and walked to the filing cabinet in
back of her get some paperwork. Strange, she never noticed those clicking
steps or the door close, as she turned her head, there was Heidi looking up in
her startled eyes. The counselor's body spasmed involuntarily. She dropped the
papers from her hand as she leaned away from the girl. Heidi smiled with a
sneer, "Just one more thing Mss. Stewart, don't try and pull one over on me
during vacation." Heidi watched her eyes grow to teary saucers as the strong
little vixen girl lifted her lethal leg and in one fluid motion, she planted
the leather sole of her shiny black pump against the larger woman's neck,
rigidly pinning her head to the blackboard. The woman gagged, spittle running
from her mouth from the minute pressure Heidi administered. This was just too
much fun Heidi thought. Her bare leg glistened with unabashed strength as she
pressed up on her chin, pushing the woman's face upward at an awkward angle.
The stiletto scraped against the chalkboard, drawing the helpless woman's eyes
to the sound, thinking, my god, she's going to kill me, right now! As if Heidi
was reading her very thought, she said evenly, "I'm not gonna do you, I could
though, easily. You would be dead before your face hit the floor, just like
that." Heidi snapped her fingers, then clenched her fists, holding her arms
bent at the elbow; her tangerine sized biceps bulged full and vascular. "This
is just a friendly reminder. I really don't want you to forget. Please, don't
fuck with me, ever!" With that Heidi let off the pinning pressure from the
scared shitless woman's head. Her neck, blotchy with redness, eased her head
down to see Heidi's shoe still out stretch inches from her face. Heidi
couldn't resist, this was priceless fun; she patted Ms. Stewart lightly on the
cheek a few times with the instep of her sexy black shoe. A little giggle of
total amusement rang out, mortifying the older woman, bringing her to sobbing
tears. "There, there, don't cry, I'm only playing. As you can see, I'm as
flexible as I am strong? You probably haven't heard about this but gymnastics
isn't my only sport." The hot teen giggled mockingly, she was really enjoying
this little display of leg control as she rubbed the counselor's cheek with
the toe of her pump. I'm a very good gymnast but I am very, 'pat', VERY,
'slap', good at this." Heidi dropped her leg deftly to the floor.

The broken woman instantly shrank, sliding down the wall, sobbing and shaking,
wishing she could be anywhere but here. "Well, gotta go.' Heidi bounced her
head side to side like a happy go lucky child. You 'have a day' now Ms.
Stewart," mocking the silly phrase on that coffee mug she crushed. Heidi spun
around and briskly skipped toward the door. The woman glanced, vibrating with
confused fear and a perplexed craving to be touched by Heidi's compact deadly
body. Through watery eyes, she watched Heidi's bulbous bottom twitch back and
forth, throwing the lightweight fabric around, those deep cut calves and meaty
thighs, deadly, contracting abruptly with each rhythmic skip. I could have
died here today, her mind screamed out in horror. Heidi gave her a parting
glance, licking her lips, with a seductive smiling. "Enjoy your vacation,
Msss. Stewart, I'm sure I'm going to." Heidi's piercing malicious look said it
all. She was only getting started.

End of part one

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Heidi's spring 'break', part 2 By kickfan

Heidi pays an unexpected house call to her school counselor for some extracurricular activities.


This is adult fantasy intended for mature reader only. Please do not read if
you are offended by descriptions of severe violence of an erotic theme. Your
constructive comments are welcome.

"Ummmm! Ummmm!" The voice screeches, muffled within the cloth rag stuffed in
her mouth. Her paralyzed eyes flood with terror by the surreal imagery before
her. The woman's pale hands and bony fingers twitch furiously in a futile
struggle to free herself; bound from behind with a plastic phone cord secured
to an old iron radiator adjacent to the wall. She is the reluctant sole
spectator to this unspeakable carnage for what seems an eternity, but in fact
has been only minutes. From across the living room floor the little vixen's
glowing cerulean blue eyes fix on hers', making certain the petrified woman is
soaking it all in. With a slight smile of pure contempt, the young girl
returns her attention to the pleasure at hand, the large twitching form
beneath her, moaning weakly.

'Oh god, why...why did he ever let her in? Why did he doubt me? I told him how
hostile, how unpredictable she was, but I never imagined this. Call the
police, run for help, anything except provoke her, she's evil, pure evil. Why
did I take so long getting packed, we could have been gone, now what? I should
have reported her the moment she left the room, why didn't I? God, no, this
can't be happening.' Her mind spiraling, grasping at rationalizations that no
longer mattered. The echoing chime of her doorbell resonated in her mind,
tolling like an ominous bell; ringing in these harrowing circumstances.

"I'll get it Peg, just finish with those suitcases already! Shit, we should
have left an hour ago." His chastising tone bellowed to the bedroom as he
hastily waddled down the stairs, his overhanging belly and flabby chest
bouncing with each step. The portly forty-three year old balding man felt
somewhat breathless from the hurried preparations for this trip, and now this
hustled jaunt from the second floor bedroom didn't help matters. He opened the
door abruptly, planning to dismiss whatever this unexpected interruption was
and get on their way.

"We were just on our way out so ifff....". His words trailed off; forgetting
everything was about to say, taken aback, his eyes entranced by the wondrous
image standing before him in the darkness. "Hello sir, I'm Heidi. Is this Ms.
Stewart's place?" Heidi's vocal inflection sounds like the persuasive tone of
a harmless little girl. Her seductive azure eyes belie her voice, sparkling in
the dim light, locking on the man's own; batting her eyelashes and cocking her
head a touch; a picture of erotic innocence, playing the game. 'Who in the
world is this little angel?' The portly middle-aged man had numerous fantasies
about young females, the younger the better he thought, but this one, holy
shit! Lost in her fresh hypnotic beauty, he practically forgets about his
partner upstairs. "Uh, who? Oh Peg, yeah, sorry, she's packing for a trip
right now, but, come in, please come in." Heidi grins broadly, displaying her
cute dimples as she saunters in from the shadowy doorway.

If he is in awe of her beautiful face, what she reveals of her body is
practically mind-blowing. His secret fetish for super fit young women was
about to be tested. Heidi has on a short white form fitting soft leather
jacket that only falls to mid-waist, indicating a thick athletic back and some
unusually broad shoulders. He assumes she has those spongy pads there that
fill out the normally narrow area of women's shoulders, he is wrong, Heidi
needs no filler, it's all her. The jacket's short length exposes a few
delicious inches of Heidi's ultra toned sun-bathed flesh. He notices an erotic
deep groove, running vertically, a centerline of her lower back, implying the
dense muscles flanking her spine. His lustful eyes trail down the concavity of
the small of her back as she slowly advances into the well-lit room. His head
feels giddy with lustful desire as his gaze fixes upon the flawless protruding
orbs that make up Heidi's bottom. 'My god', he thinks. ' That ass is perfect,
I haven't seen one that round and tight since.... shit, ever in person, just
those fitness contests on TV, but those girls are years older, damn I'm
getting wood just looking at her!'

The shiny black spandex leaves not an athletic curve to be imagined; hugging
her sleekly muscled hips and legs like a thin coat of oil based paint. As
Heidi stands there scanning the large living room letting him stare, he takes
full advantage and shifts his focus underneath her bottom to the intimidating
rear view of her rock hard, lethally trained legs. Heidi's black tights define
sinuous swells and separation of dense muscle undulating from her upper thighs
sweeping toward her knees. The taut jutting hamstrings, a result of tireless
kicks to the heavy bag display their dangerous power. The tights taper in
sharply at the knees and then flare out quickly reminiscent of carved black
diamonds outlining her calves. The spandex end just below the calve, exposing
her thick sinewy Achilles', allowing the remaining softly bronzed silky skin
to be revealed, right down to Heidi's high arched lethal bare feet.

'Those legs, those extraordinary legs, got to be some kind of little jock babe
this one does, a swimmer possibly, or a sprinter maybe, a cheerleader, I don't
know, damn she's hot!' The man's mind whirls with lurid erotic images about
what he would do to get his face between the legs of this teen beauty as beads
of sweat form on his balding head; careful what you wish for. He just has to
find out. "Miss, uh, s-so you're from the high school right, I'll bet you do
some kind of a-athletics there, on some team, m-maybe?" He trips on his
inquiry all but shivering with craving. Heidi still faces away as he asks. She
rolls her eyes, smirking; she hears this lame-ass line all the time, now from
this pathetic sleaze. "Why yes mister, I just happen to be the captain of my
varsity gymnastics team, pretty good since I'm only a junior this year." Heidi
crossed one leg behind the other and arches up on the balls of her hard bare
feet to give him a flexy tease, causing both the jagged muscles of her calves
and her bulbous bottom to contract to a rock-like hardness. She pirouettes
around to face him with a glowing proud smile of perfect white teeth. "

"Gymnastics is really awesome but it's really just my second favorite sport,
one I do for the school and to get a scholarship. I'll show you my favorite
activity real soon, but how did you know about the sports thing, do I look
like I work out or something?" The teen's query is coy with a little pout, to
make believe there was something amiss about her, knowing full well the
unnerving affect her hard little body was having on him. He stands there,
mouth open, salivating, eyes still captivated by her lower limbs, forgetting
the short cryptic message she just sent him, struggling to think of any words
that won't make him come off sounding like the lecherous pervert he feels like
right now. Heidi lights up with a twisted smile, "Oh, yeah, it's my legs isn't
it?" Heidi strokes the fullness of her thighs as she locks out her knees out
deliberately, making her quad shanks swell, displaying every muscular contour
within the slight black fabric. "I get sooo many comments about them, happens
all the time. So, what do you think mister, my legs too muscular, too big for
such a petite girl?" She asks his opinion with a honey-like timbre and 'Barbie
doll' innocence, he feels his swelling member instantly drain every drop of
blood from his reeling brain. 'Too big? Hell no, absolutely perfectly
contoured, compact, pulsating with gorgeous strength. Heaven only knows how
much he wants to experience their bare silky hardness, stroke them, and caress
the teardrop muscles draping over her knees. This would be the rarest, most
priceless event he could dream of.' "Uh, no my dear, not in the slightest, you
are just perfect, uh I mean fine, perfectly fine, yes, very well developed,
that's it um, where, what happened to your shoes anyway?"

His awkward verbal ramblings tickle Heidi to no end. It's so much fun toying
with minds of adults, using her impressive young figure to break them
mentally, then physically. 'This gross moron has got it bad, sooo bad for me.
He's probably older than my father and must weigh two of me, at least, what an
oinker. Wasting this big fat fuck will be such a true pleasure, oooh, getting
tingly down there just thinking about it, down girl, down.' The young vixen's
mind proclaims these twisted thoughts, sizing him up as she hears footsteps
creaking on the staircase. Heidi giggles amused by both this sound and the
pending doom of this desperate, sadly shaped middle-aged couch potato ogling
her firm young body. Heidi grins, thinking to herself, 'It's about fucking
time that skinny old cow showed up, I'm totally ready to slaughter this
prick.'

"Is someone here Frank? I thought I heard a voi....oh no, how, it can't be!
W-what are you doing here M-Miss Jamison!?" Heidi just stands there, soaking
in the immediate panic radiating from the woman. The counselor had endured
some very bad dreams about Heidi's 'office visit' over the past couple
restless nights.

"Yeah, Peg, this is Heidi, from your school, uh, she came to.... hum, what did
you come here for young lady?" Heidi rocks her compact hip side to side, as
she does before every fight to loosen up, quivering her butt ever so slightly,
staring up at the pale Ms. Stewart, frozen on the bottom stair. She produces a
pair of small black gloves from her coat pocket, thin like surgical gloves.
"Ohhh, I just stopped by to give Ms. Stewart a little somethin', a 'going away
present', you might say. Didn't know she had a 'special someone' over. That's
no problem, I came prepared, plenty to go around." The teen sneers these last
few words while flashing a look over her shoulder at him with a seductive lick
of her lips, a wink, and a little girl giggle as she slides her fingers into
the skintight leather, snapping the fabric against her wrist.

"Frank, call the police, now Frank, damn you!" Ms. Stewart frantically
declares this. Her lips tremble with foreboding premonitions and tortured
recollections of Heidi's unpredictable savagery. "What the hell for Peg, this
sweet young thing? Yeah, ok, she's a real bruiser, geeeze Peg?" He's humored
by her irrational demand. "You crack me up Peg, this girl, some kind of
threat, ooooh, all 5 foot nothing of her and all a 100 pounds soaking wet,
shit, come on, what could she do?" His body jiggles like gelatin as he roars
out a good old belly laugh. Heidi puts her gloved hand to her mouth and
giggles right along with him then sighs under her breath. "You clueless fat
ass, I'm 120, not 100 and it's all muscle, not that blubbery stuffing you're
drowning in." His laughter ceases, unsure if he hears right the cutting
remarks coming out of the teen's mouth. He's still completely ignorant to one
significant fact, Heidi's favorite activity, the one she's so good at, the one
she really enjoys, the one that she just earned a 3rd degree black belt in,
the one he will now learn all about.

"Frank, listen to me, this, this is that girl, I told you about her yesterday,
remember?" Her voice quivers, she points a shaky finger at Heidi, pleading for
him to make the connection. Heidi pays him no attention; her deep blue laser
stare penetrates Ms. Stewart as she rocks her head side to side, twisting at
the shoulders, getting loose and ready. "This girl right here, Heidi Jamison
is trouble Frank, big trouble. " Are you saying that bitch who threatened you
in your office, scared the shit out of you, her, this is her?" He tries to
connect the terror she had been hysterical about and this sexy little
hard-body standing before him; Heidi helps him.

Staring coolly into Ms. Stewart's eyes, Heidi's face hardens, her tone ice
cold, she snaps, "That's right you fat bald fuck, it's me, in the flesh. Now I
see why Msss. Stewart got so wet for me, just look at yourself, yuck, who
would want to fuck that!" Instantly, he turns red with embarrassed anger,
provoking action by her insolence, he steps forward toward Heidi's back, she
smiles. "You mouthy little shit, I'm going to teach you some manners. Little
bitch, who do you think you are coming in here and uhh-uh-uhh." No need to see
him only senses his close presence, his hot breath spewing down upon the back
of her neck. With cat-like reflexes, she reaches up behind her with her right
hand and clutches the scruff of thin hair on the back of his head. Pulling his
head forward, her bicep becomes pronounced and rigid, arching up under the
white leather sleeve. Before he can react, or even think Heidi arches her
right foot and curls back her toes, she chambers her knee high up toward her
shoulder. The hard callused ball of her foot flies upward and back, flashing
high over her shoulder directly into his yapping mouth, then chambers her leg
for another strike. Heidi performs this astounding flexibility with such
ferocity and speed; she kicks his face three times in just two seconds.

"It's really not smart to call me names tubby, especially since I can kick
your ass at will." Heidi looks back to survey the damage to his face before
letting go of his hair. The kicks are intended to incapacitate, not kill. The
first kick smashes into his gaping mouth, shattering the four front yellowing
teeth of his upper plate. The next strike nails the side of his nose, mashing
it over to the side, crushing tender cartilage. If Heidi wanted to, she could
have centered the kick on his nose, shoving bone and cartilage into his brain,
and he would be dead instead of unconscious. The last kick slams her arched
sole into his temple like a baseball bat. Heidi violently jerks his head
sideways a split second before the callused ball of her foot makes it's
violent impact, switching off his lights. Heidi allows him to drop to the
floor with a heavy thud, his face a mess. "Ewwww! You dripped blood on my new
jacket dick-head, now I'm really pissed!" Heidi scolds the still form as she
rips off her tight jacket.

Ms. Stewart starts backing up the stairs, shaking her head as Heidi approached
her. "Where ya going Msss. Stewart? Heidi grins as she leaps up the stairs as
the tall woman turns to run, snatching a bony ankle and yanking hard, making
the woman bounce down the stairs face first, arms extended. Heidi drags the
screaming woman across the hard floor by her ankle toward the cold radiator.
"Don't need this distraction." The teen rips the phone cord from the wall,
then jerks hard the other way, flinging the phone across the room as the cord
pulls free. "Sooo glad you decided to rent this place out in the sticks, Msss.
Stewart, it's so quiet here, I didn't see a house for at least a half mile."
Heidi's words send a flood of fear into the counselor, she is right; there is
no one near by. The woman's arms flail, finger nails clawing at anything,
desperate to impede Heidi's momentum. "This will do." Heidi states with
satisfaction as she mounts the woman's upper back like a horse, grabbing each
wrist and smoothly twisting her skinny arms up at the elbows. She has no
chance against the younger girl's far superior strength. Heidi coils the cord
tightly around her wrists, then rolls her over, sits her up, and slams her
back against the iron fixture. "Now you stay put and enjoy the show, it's a
real 'killer' I must say." The teen gives an evil giggle, amused by her pun as
she stuffs a linen napkin deep in Ms. Stewart's mouth. No sense taking any
chances.

Heidi stands up, stretching her body, checking herself in the large mirror
over the fireplace. Other than the black tights, all she is wearing now is
that tiny white lacy bra, allowing her proud grapefruit size breasts to extend
out of it's confines displaying her spectacular young cleavage. The snow-white
fabric dramatically contrasts against the hard tawny skin surrounding it.
"What do you think Ms. Stewart, leave 'em on or take 'em off, hum?" Heidi
snaps the elastic fabric of her spandex bottoms as she listens to the woman's
muted pleas. "Good point, off it is then. Might as well give him a look the
total package he's been drooling over since I got here, right Ms. Stewart?"
Heidi scoots her bottom side to side as she peels down the tights, then bends
over facing away from the woman until her smiling face appeared between her
shins, glancing at the helpless woman. "I'm gonna break him with these babies
Mss. Stewart, break him bad, and I won't stop until I hear that last pop, you
know, like the one old Mr. Larkin made when I crushed him like a big potato
chip." Heidi runs her hands along the thick hamstrings and corded inner thigh
standing out in bold relief in this bent position, grinning evilly at the
petrified woman. " Check this out Ms. Stewart, can you do this?" She contracts
her inner thigh muscles with rapid pulses, making the clam-like adductors
quiver like a drum roll with total control. Slowly, she arches her back and
rises up vertically, still vibrating; she clutches the sides of her hard round
bottom now also dancing under Heidi's pulsing rhythm. "Ummm, can't wait to
give your man a taste of that Mssss. Stewart."

[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi suddenly shifts her attention to the moan across the room. "Wh-whad da
hell happened? My nose, my moud, my deehh! You huckin bidch, I'll kill you you
liddle whore!" He rants incoherently, trying to get his bearings, gripping his
mouth on his hand and knees, bloody saliva drools from his wounded mouth.
"'Bout time you came around fuck face, and I do mean 'fuck face' literally,
damn, look at you. I was thinking I'd have to do Ms. Stewart first if you
didn't wake up soon." Heidi feels the adrenaline rush surge through her. Her
predatory instincts go to high alert, ready to strike. He struggles, wobbling
to his feet as he glares at the young girls near naked body as she quickly
advances on him. Heidi's tiny emerald green thong leaves next to nothing to
imagine. Her breathing rate increases, contracting and expanding the rigid
muscles of her abdomen, her legs shake, flexing muscle with each step.
"Remember these?" Heidi's eyes narrowed as she points down, then jumps up,
torquing her body around, firing a viscous back kick deep into his gorged
torso. It feels like kicking a life size teddy bear, not a solid heavy bag,
something inside him crunches maybe a rib. Her foot thrusts him backward
reeling, slamming him hard into the wall.

As he bounces off the wall, Heidi is on him. Her gloved fist blast up at his
face with unabashed fury, her tight torso twists around in a quick volley of
spinning back fist strikes to both sides of his unprotected jaw and mouth.
"Uhh-uhh-uh-uhhh", the big man is helpless against the little dynamo,
absorbing blow after blow; the smacking resonance of Heidi's knuckle strikes
is the only music being played. "Not much of a fighter are you blubber butt?"
Crack-crack-crack, Heidi's gloved fists fly like little black missiles
exploding into his eyes and nose. She alternates with heavy upper cuts into
his soft middle making him twist and contort with each damaging shot. "Make a
good target though." His face is covered in his own blood; cuts and welts
speckle his face from the rough leather gloves tearing at his flesh. He is
punch drunk; practically out on his feet by the relentless skill and ferocity
this petite girl is demonstrating for Ms. Stewart to watch. He sways, eyes
unfocused, dribbling blood and teeth fragments from his swollen lips. Heidi
bounces fresh and light in a fighting stance, arms bent fists up, her rounded
biceps swell like small oranges, a vein runs over each mound like matching
streams. Looking up at the raw meaty condition of his face aroused by the
damaging facial Heidi just gave to this middle aged man twice her size. "Come
on, fight me, if you can. What are you're waiting for, you want another taste
of these babies don't-cha?" The teen teases the groggy man as he watches
dizzily through swollen lids the vixen stroke her golden quads, then caress
the thick cords running up her inner thighs leading her hungry fingers from
under her green satin thong crotch to rest upon her tight mound. She gripped
the silky material and pulled up slightly, watching his eyes as she outlines
the narrow crevice of her sweet virginal box like camel toes. Come on fucker,
come and get it!" Heidi giggles as she lets the winded man gain a little
composure. "Come on shit-head, do something other than bleed for me, you're
disgusting!" Heidi rubs the pads of her fingers against her hot mound rapidly,
feeling the arousal level building up. He takes the bait, attempting a feeble
attack. Heidi quickly steps toward him letting her lethal feet fly. Caught in
the whirlwind of Heidi's specialty, the machine gun kicks, he is sent
stumbling back to the wall, plastered there as the teen sends her brutal foot
snapping into his face from all angles. She pants with erotic desire, kicking
him so hard and fast; he isn't able to fall away. Her powerful leg propels her
hard foot like a jackhammer up at his chin, lifting him back up as he slips
down the wall. The white paint is splattered with gore from her brutal kicks,
mashing all recognizable features to a mushy pulp. Heidi stops to see the
results. She presses the blade of her callused foot up into his throat,
forcing him upward, fully erect. The pressure on his Adams apple makes him gag
as foamy spittle oozes from his bloody lips and nostrils. This sight gets her
hot. Heidi reaches inside her g-string and thrusts her middle finger deep
inside her mound, rubbing her hardened clit furiously as she continues the
choking grip on her victim's neck. "Oooh, oooh yeah, remember this one from
the other day Ms. Stewart, oooh, almost there now?" Heidi hisses as she
flashes her wild eyes toward the captive trembling woman.

The big balding dupe makes a foolish attempt to grab the teen's leg,
distracting her from her masturbation; she is way too fast. Heidi snatches his
outstretched arm and twists his wrist sharply. An audible crunch is heard
along with a yelp of pain as his wrist bone snaps in her grasp. "Fucker, I was
about to cum. You ruined the moment!" Heidi's nostrils flare, her crazed look
is filled with anger and contempt for the desperate man. The girl extends his
arm straight out as she steps back and slams her shin into him. Cruel
roundhouse kicks bore into his gut. Her instep buries between collapsing rolls
of heavy fat with each shattering kick, bruising vital organs from their
force, he folds in two as her kicks cease, he cannot breathe.

"Can you believe it Ms. Stewart, after all this punishment, I think he still
has a stiffy for me." Heidi's toes message his groin. She swings her right leg
over his head and straddles his twisted arm. Her back is to him. All he can
see is her ultra firm tanned derriere clench tightly, dimpling as she pulls up
harshly on the arm wedged at the shoulder firmly into her moist crotch. She
snaps her legs together, without any warning, twisting his forearm over, elbow
side up, and sends a palm strike blasting down through the joint. The
blood-curdling scream and snapping bone echoes off the wall. That's what she
likes to hear. His arm bends at a deformed angle, turning deep purple at the
joint as blood hurries into the trauma of torn tendons and exposed bone. Heidi
squeals with pleasure. She always knew how easily she could snap an arm like
this, especially after breaking thousands of boards and bricks with similar
palm strikes, a fantasy realized.

Now her attention moves to his heavy shoulder. Heidi looks back behind her as
he struggles fruitlessly to free his arm. Heidi flexes her thick sinewy calve
and shoots her foot upward brutally kicking his face like a soccer ball with
her hard heel; he quiets down for a second. He drops to his knees, dazed and
bleeding profusely from the hard bottoms of her devastating bare feet. The
girl locks her right foot behind her left Achilles and snaps down hard with
her legs. Heidi contracts the rope-like tendons of her inner thighs around his
fatty shoulder. She grips her muscles tighter and tighter, contracting;
squeezing, gleefully enjoying his whining moans through busted teeth, feeling
the tissue in his shoulder start to disconnect under the intense pressure.
Then suddenly she clamps down harder like a steel bear trap, arching up on her
toes, legs quivering under the instant crush. Heidi feels the slipping
sensation of the shoulder tearing away from the rotator cuff deep inside her
crotch. "Ooooh, that was nice, never did that before" Heidi says softly as she
bites down tightly on the arm again, listening to the muffled crunching noises
and slooshy tactility within his damaged shoulder. His arm is now rendered
useless. She hears his teary whimpers as she lets the deformed and mangled
limb fall to the floor, swelling and discolored. "Like that Ms. Stewart? Let's
do it again." She quickly grabs his remaining good arm and repeats the entire
excruciating procedure over again in a matter of seconds glaring deep into the
counselors screaming eyes.

"That was nice but I'm ready for something different. How about a little head
for Heidi, mister?" Heidi turns to his pulpy visage, swinging her leg back
over his head and grabbing his sticky scalp to help him up. "I guess you need
'a hand' getting up now since yours are fucked. Just didn't like the thought
of you pawing at me with those creepy fat fingers while I do you, know what I
mean." Heidi spoke to him like a child as she hoisted him to his feet, arms
dangling discolored nightmares. The man is bleeding badly within his body,
loosing vital fluids. He is tingling, going numb as shock sets in due to the
internal damage done to him by this lethal little babe. With a last ditch
attempt to escape, he surprises Heidi and yanks his slippery head away from
her grip, stumbling for the door. Heidi laughed herself to tears as she
watches him try to figure a way to open the door. His twisted arms won't
respond. He tries hopelessly to turn the knob with the cheek of his bloody
face but it keeps slipping off.

Walking slowly over to him like a panther stalking her prey, Heidi chides him.
"That wasn't too bright of you, mister. Don't think you're going anywhere too
soon. Did you see that movie, Misery, mister? Great book too. I especially
like the part when he tries to escape and she, what do you call it, hobbles
him, yeah that's it." Heidi jumps on him, encircling his throat with her
strong tan arm and tightens down on him. She pulls back on his neck as her
hard rounded bicep drives deep into his exposed larynx. He gags for air as she
drags his sliding form over to the center of the room, squeezing his neck so
hard his eyes begin to flutter on the verge of passing out. She drops him on
his back, his head thumping on the hardwood like a bowling ball.

"Don't want you to miss anything Ms. Stewart." Heidi grins evilly at the woman
as she mounts the man's prone body. Heidi positions herself so that her head
is at chest level and her legs match up to his. She coils her ultra flexible
legs around each one of his, bringing her shins up and atop of his, then
locking her small feet tightly behind his Achilles. The suffering man
understands the serious trouble he is now in. He had ample time to fantasize
about this girl's legs earlier looking so incredibly strong and sexy in those
black tights. Then feeling their power blasting into him with her injurious
kicks. Now, tan and bare, he is about to experience their might, each
individual muscle of her thigh clamping down upon his heavy but impotent legs.
Her calves so full and erotic to behold felt like warm silky jagged stone
burdening his inner knees.

Heidi places her hands flat upon his wide heavy torso and arches back as she
slowly locks out her own legs against his, hers win easily. The effect is
immediate; she can feel the slight distorted bend in his knees, feeling so
powerful, so in control of this big older man. Heidi relaxes her grip to let
his legs straighten. Now she is starting to get hot, her breathing picks up, a
look in her eyes begins to take shape; she wants to feel him break. With
increasing speed and power, Heidi begins sending torturous grapevine thrusts
down upon his legs. From the tied woman's viewpoint she sees the full
impressive length of Heidi's legs, though smaller in girth than her male
victim's, the staggering muscular definition shown leaves the woman without
doubt this girl is clearly stronger. Heidi peers over at Ms. Stewart, giving
her that knowing smile filled with contempt, aware that neither of these
adults have any ability to stop her. "Yeah, fuck the bastard, fuck him up. Bet
that bony body of yours never fucked him like this. How's it feel you fat
fuck!" Heidi shifts her attention back to her coiled victim. Picking up the
pace of her violent leg snaps, Heidi slams her hot crotch down upon his with
violent impact with each knee ripping thrust. He is in complete awe and terror
of this young girl, unable to move his broken arms an inch to help him, his
throbbing legs locked down tight; playthings for this teen's twisted pleasure,
he is utterly defenseless. Heidi can feel the knees begin to tear away from
their hinges, so can he. Looking back at the gorgeous sight of her thick quads
and hamstrings at peak fullness, her bulbous bottom quivering with energy,
Heidi grits her teeth and concentrates all her intensity on his left leg. She
grips his throat with her gloved hand, choking him to suppress the immanent
scream. "Come on fucker, I want to feel you break, now!" Heidi hisses these
words, wild eyes staring into his as the knee gives under the extreme trauma.
"Pop!" The sound of a champagne cork, the patella and joint rips apart with an
audible crunch. Heidi whips her head to the other side as she feels the spew
of bloody saliva fly from the choking man's broken mouth in mortal anguish.
Her silky short hair swishing around, over her eyes. "Yeah, nice, let's do the
other one." Heidi vibrates her left leg rapidly, loosening the stressed
tendons like rubber bands. "Here it goes asshole, deal with it!" Her voice
vibrates as she shakes him. Heidi bites down on her bottom lip as she
interrupts her pulsation with a sudden wicked muscular snap of her leg. The
sound is sweet music to her ears; this pop is even louder. The man passes out;
his body and mind cannot absorb this degree of trauma and stay conscious.

Heidi removes her grip on his throat and starts snapping out her legs again,
this time it's without resistance. Every fiber is shredded to soft spaghetti
by the muscled grip of her legs. His lower legs now extend 45 degrees from
their natural position. In a final demonstration of the young girl's raw power
and flexibility, Heidi lowers herself flat, hugging his body and begins
spreading out her legs in a Chinese split. Heidi moans with erotic joy as she
feels her muscles overpower his tendons as she starts to sit upright,
continuing her grapevine split. "Ooooh, bet you never knew he was this
flexible, huh Ms. Stewart?" Heidi flashed a sinister smile over to the
twitching woman, eyes watery with terror and empathy for the man. Heidi's
nearly bare upper body is completely erect as she bounces up and thrusts her
suspended bottom down, touching the floor. The tendons of his inner thighs and
groin rip to shreds, unfurling like old twine, blood gushes to the trauma
zones. Heidi feels this warm fluid sensation against her split legs, bringing
on an ecstatic coo from the lethal vixen. She is wanton for final
satisfaction.

She stands up before his unmoving form; arms bent at surreal angles, legs
split and twisting upward like a giant deformed rag doll, his face beaten to a
bloody pulp from the girl's deadly limbs. Heidi ponders, 'truly a work of
art'. "Almost finished here Msss. Stewart, hope you enjoy the finale. I'm
gonna skull fuck your man." Heidi straddles his head, looking down his
contorted body and falls slowly into a full split upon his thick fat neck.
Somehow, his mind awakes to indescribable pain everywhere and a birds eye view
of Heidi's exquisite ass. The ass he longed for minutes ago now sits inches
from his beaten face, teasing and beckoning to be tasted, but all he can think
is 'God, why did I ever wake up?' This is the final clear thought and image to
go through his mind. Heidi reaches back without taking her eyes from Ms.
Stewart, scooping his head forward, and jamming his chin high up between the
firm hot silky orbs of her fresh rear end. Then leaning forward, she brings
her split legs together in a deadly reverse head scissors. Heidi breathes
heavy with anticipation of his end. Her bare feet entwine as she begins the
slow death squeeze she's needed to do for so long now. His twisted limbs begin
to twitch with attempted movement. Heidi closes her eyes as she juts out her
chest and arches her back, her firm ripe breasts heaving, nipples high and
erect with sensual rapture, aroused by the sensation of absolute power and
control she held over him.

[Female Bodybuilding]

She peeks over her shoulder at his undistinguishable, swollen face poking out
between her bulging luscious hamstrings like a big nasty zit, getting
squeezed, ready to pop. His pudgy cheeks and lips are forced comically inward
against her advancing rock hard legs. Spittle bubbles from his 'o' shaped maw,
eyes purple and bloodshot, trying in vain to breathe, to endure this
suffering. Heidi licks her lips and grits her teeth in a sexual snarl as she
increases the constriction against the sides of his head and neck. His limbs
flap like fish washed upon the shore, helpless, dying. Heidi tightens and
torque's, makes her body completely rigid as she adds unimaginable pressure
against his trapped head.

The first thing to give is his jawbone. She feels the crunch against her
groin; it slips around and buckles unnaturally caving inward under the great
strain. She bites down harder on his face with her angry inner thighs as the
bones in his cheeks and around his mouth give way in similar fashion with
crunching delightful noises. Heidi presses her moist mound hard into his
throat, crushing his larynx. Blood pumps freely from his mouth like a newly
dug spring from the accumulative effect of her bone shattering love squeeze.
'Oooooh, there's that death rattle gurgling she loves soooo much. Almost
there, won't be long now.' Heidi smiles with this thought, closing her eyes as
she rolls off of him on her side.

Ms. Stewart now has an unobstructed view of Franks hideous facial devastation
trapped high in the rear crevice of the teen's deadly peak power source. He is
very near death; Heidi will now end him. With a snapping force so violent it
makes the large man's entire body jump and flop around, blood spews like a
crimson geyser from his narrow mouth. Heidi whips herself into a contracting
frenzy, coiling in her legs and body in tightly and snapping them straight as
she arched her back, repeating this fatal movement faster and faster, every
muscle in her hard tan petite body, glowing, etched to full detail. She moans
deeply as she sucks on her gloved finger, smiling wickedly and biting on her
knuckle. "Yeah, yeah, come on, break for Heidi, do it, do it now, snap this
fuck head." She is locked in complete sexual furor, gyrating her crotch
against his compressed neck, yanking him further in to her leggy clutches by
his sweat soaked hair. Heidi's corded adductors act as a muscle noose, pulling
his head from his body. Heidi shakes and squeals as her body locks stiff as
she orgasms like a surging tidal wave to the luscious sensation of his neck
ripping free of his spinal column. Heidi continues her orgasmic spasm,
quivering in delight, feeling the loose angle of his wobbling head. She looks
back to his dead face, red eyes rolled up, mouth twisted like a demented clown
in a look of total agony. Heidi pulses her upper legs a few times, contracting
her muscled hind quarters, entertaining herself, playing with his head, making
it jump around in different directions like a wobble doll. Heidi curls up her
calves and clutches his unrecognizable head between her feet. She pulls back
with her feet, peeling his sticky flesh from her inner thighs. His face was
several shades of deep colors, ranging from blood red to deep bruise purple
along with thick blue bulges on each side of his neck caused by Heidi's
crushing inner thigh garrote. Heidi holds his head captive between the soles
of her feet, lying on her stomach with her arms folded in front of her,
resting her chin in her hands. She squeezes the sides of his head in with her
feet, lifting up his surreal image to show her work to Ms. Stewart. "I don't
know about you but I think he looks sooo much better like this, don't you Ms.
Stewart?" Heidi grins as she let's his head drop to the floor with a sickening
wet thud.

Heidi stands up, her body glowing with an aura of raw young power, his blood,
like red war paint, smeared and streaked upon her lower body. She plays with
his head; fascinated by the extreme angles she can turn it. She presses her
foot down on his face, gore pools up between her tan toes. His face is gone,
too much damage. She curls her toes around the flapping meat of his pulverized
nose, giggling as she squeezes it.

Heidi cocks her head and looks at the woman. "Ever see a mess like this, Ms.
Stewart? Ever wonder what sound a skull makes when it shatters? I do, I
wonder." Heidi grins coldly at the woman, shaking her head, pleading with her
eyes not to do it. Heidi looks back down at the pulpy image as she pushes his
face to the side. She steps back arching her right foot back, making it rigid.
Then with lightning speed and ferocious power, she whips her leg up in an arc,
high over her head. Then with an expulsion of energized breath Heidi screams
as her foot flies straight down, heel first through his temple like an axe. It
sounds is like giant thick egg being smashed by a hammer. Brain matter and
blood splatter the room like a giant over-ripe tomato dropped from a rooftop.
A smell similar to iron fills the room. Heidi's foot remains there where his
head was, feeling the warm oatmeal texture of his inner skull. She turns to
the trembling woman, retching inside her gag, needing to throw up from the
ghastly sight. She removes her foot and stalks slowly toward the counselor
trailing bloody footprints. Heidi smiles down upon her, corrupt and sweet,
reaching deep in her thong to sample the juices from her fantastic orgasm.
Heidi pulls out two fingers, glistening in the lamplight. She takes one and
glosses her lips, licking the creamy fluid off with a seductive smile. "Ummm,
sweet like sugar, just like I told you the other day, have a taste." Heidi
bends forward smearing the woman's lips with her young syrup from the other
finger. The moaning woman twitched her head in fear and repulsion. Heidi
removes the wet napkin from her mouth and tells her to lick her lips now.
Reluctant but terrified, she obeys the girl, tasting Heidi and swallowing down
without a word. "Good, very good." Heidi stands up, smiling down upon the
counselor whimpering quietly. With a melodic tone Heidi speaks softly. " Miss
Jamison will see you now, Mssss. Stewart."

Send comments and suggestions for potential future Heidi encounters.

[Female Bodybuilding]

Heidi's spring break part 3
by Kickfan

Heidi decides the fate of her terrified school counselor.


      For the first time in weeks, Heidi felt totally relaxed, secure in
the knowledge that Ms. Stewart was no longer a thorn in her side. Lying on
her back, Heidi let out a relaxing sigh as she stretched her supple bare
body across the queen size pillow top, her head dangling off the side of
the bed snuggling into the soft down comforter. Her loins tingle with pin-
prickling joy as she drifts off reminiscing on the recent events.

"P-please don't Heidi, p-please don't kill m-me", the terrified woman
begged as the teen untied her from the radiator. The sweet piquant taste of
Heidi's love juice lingered on her pallet. "I'll do w-whatever you want,
believe me, anything, j-just don't do. that", her quivering voice pleaded
as she stared wide eyed, pointing a shaky finger at the horrific misshapen
form that a short while ago was Frank, her boyfriend; well sort of.

Heidi had no clue that the woman was planning to end the relationship with
him over Spring break. Frank had a history of mistreating women. Ms.
Stewart was his latest quarry that he emotionally as well as physically
abused on occasion. It wasn't like that in the beginning, but during the
past few months, life with Frank had completely bottomed out. Fired from
his job, he had taken up power drinking as a hobby. He often targeted her
as the reason for his sad situation, followed by violent outbursts over
irrelevant matters.

As an example of his mental games, just to be cruel to her and see how far
he could go. He would sprawl out on the couch, a case of beer by his side,
remote in hand, and watch the female hard bodies strut their stuff on the
fitness shows and critique his girlfriend's inferior state. 'Damn, look at
those women will ya, wow, now that's hot, that there would motivate me. I
look at you Peg, damn, why can't you be like that, take some pride in
yourself, join a gym, do something to turn me on?' Or the comment, 'you're
so lucky I care about you Peg, who else would accept you the way you are?'
Even though he was the total antithesis of good health and without even a
remotely redeeming physical quality, she would bite her tongue and just
absorb the pain, never quite able to stand up to him; too fearful of his
customary response. It was a pattern ingrained since childhood. A severely
underweight gangly girl verbally belittled by her drunkard father,
unprotected by her mother's love. Her self-esteem had been deteriorating
ever since with unfulfilling relationships and she desperately needed this
time away to make anew, a clean break from Frank. Feeling that a few
relaxing days in the sun would give her ample time to prepare him, and that
unpredictable temper, for her decision. How was she to know that an
extremely capable young lady would erase Frank, as easily as words on a
chalkboard, particularly in such a methodical, disturbing fashion?

In some perverted way, she felt relief more than remorse that this burden
was lifted and an odd paradox of dread and gratitude toward Heidi for
achieving something she couldn't dream of doing in her darkest fantasies. '
See Frank, you got your secret wish, a young little muscle girl to play
rough with you, hope you liked it you fucking bastard,' Ms. Stewart
mentally scorned him as she warily glanced up to Heidi, facing her own
mortality in the form of this radiant teen assassin.

      " I don't know Msss. Stewart, what am I supposed to do about you?
Look at him over there, all gooey and mangled, what an unforgettable sight.
How can you ever convince me that this will stay our little secret?"
Heidi's legs straddled her kneeling form, unconsciously coiling the phone
cord around her hand, the aroma of her satin covered crotch brushing up
against Ms. Stewart's nose and mouth as the girl stared at her own
glistening near naked visage in the dark window before her, thinking. She
had come here with the sole intention to eliminate Ms. Stewart from the
equation. Now, after terrorizing the woman both at school and here tonight,
she felt a twinge of pity for this unfortunate woman. 'I 'snuffed' that old
bastard she replaced who wanted to sexually blackmail me and got away with
it clean. How far can I press my luck after tonight? After all, she was
only doing the stupid job she inherited from Mr. Larkin's private files,
she didn't know me, I'm just a name to her; not a personal decision. Maybe
it's that bullshit 'mother thing' again, hell I barely remember her. Ms.
Stewart would be around her age if she were alive.' This was Heidi's
conscience attempting to rationalize the situation. Whatever the
explanation, it was disrupting her scheme, gnawing on her cynical heart,
tearing at her self-serving psyche. 'Come on Heidi, snap out of this shit,
do the big bitch now, get it over with,' the dark voice whispered in the
back of her mind. 'It's the smart thing to do, the only thing to do; leave
no witnesses.'

Heidi drifted back into reality as hot breathe and soft lips nuzzled freely
against her silky panties. Heidi giggled looking down, "well, what's up
with that, you are just full of surprises tonight, aren't you Ms. Stewart?"
Heidi stroked the woman's long tangled dirty-blonde hair momentarily
letting her face linger on her crotch, and then clutching the long stringy
blonde mane, she pulled her up briskly to her unsure footing. The five foot
ten woman overshadowed Heidi; it was the first occasion Ms. Stewart grasped
how petite in stature this young hellion was. In the office, Heidi wore
four-inch stilettos. Here earlier, all though the girl was barefoot, the
counselor's only viewpoint was from the floor fifteen feet away. She
questioned how this relatively small girl could demolish big mean Frank?
'She is without a doubt incredibly strong and expertly trained but still,
she is just a young girl. Frank never laid a hand on her; unlike the way he
did to me, so easily, so often.'

Heidi rolled her hypnotic eyes up to the pondering woman's. There was
something so familiar in her look, the same stare the girl saw when
entering the office, awe. "Let's go Ms. Stewart, right now." Heidi's
conniving smile appeared genuine and inviting to the woman. The control she
exuded was irresistible, her strength almost primal like a superior
predator seizing her larger prey in her jaws, carrying it back to her lair
for uninterrupted consumption. Ms. Stewart followed meekly behind, her
mouth; dry cotton. Heidi led her up the creaking carpeted staircase
unknowing what terrible fate this girl had in store for her. Confused by a
mix of dizzying dread and an inexplicable allure to Heidi's terrifying
erotic magnetism; she never felt all at once more alive yet so close to
death. "M-Ms. Jamison, I just want y-you to know th-t" "Shhhhh" Heidi
whipped around her gorgeous fresh face, index finger kissing her full
pouting lips like an annoyed little librarian. "Don't say a word, it won't
help you. I'll do the talking, just nod or shake, got it Ms. Stewart?" The
teen's silky soft voice stated with a controlling undertone, fire sparkling
in her cobalt eyes as she glared at Ms. Stewart, leaving the thirty-eight
year old woman nodding breathless with aroused trepidation.

They entered a darkened room. "Make yourself at home Ms. Stewart, I'm going
to freshen up a bit." Heidi pranced in her gymnast's strut toward the
adjacent bathroom. Ms. Stewart watched in fearful reverence her thick
athletic thighs and calves ripple with each swift step. She snatched a
towel from the hanger on the bathroom door and filled the basin with tepid
water. Standing in the doorway, the glow of florescent light softly
illuminates the potpourri scented sleeping quarters. Heidi stares intently
at Ms. Stewart as she caresses her firm young breasts, unlatching the front
clasp of her lacy white bra. Her curvaceous silhouette shimmers in the
glowing backlight. She smiled coyly as she lets the bra drop to the tile
floor behind her, her breasts unmoved by the release, soaking in the
woman's awestruck reaction. 'God, she is completely flawless from head to
toe, her breasts, even at that young age. In my prime, mine never looked
close to that, so firm and round almost suspended by some mystical force.'
Heidi's golden tanned orbs sat upon a solid foundation of hard-earned
pectorals projecting those luscious silky spheres out and upward, appearing
to scoff at gravity.

She removed her black gloves and brushed her fingertips over her soft pink
nipples, stimulating them to stony thick points jutting upward toward the
ceiling like small fleshy thimbles. She cooed in narcissistic arousal,
fully aware that she was turning on the woman even more than herself. She
let out a long frustrated sigh, tilting her head back as she clutched her
breasts firmly. She tensed her body. Every muscular fiber in her five foot
three inch frame became rigid and alive, quivering as she cut off a
residual orgasm from coming on. "I don't know Mssss. Stewart, you must be
getting to me." Heidi sardonically panted with a smirk as she retreated to
the sink to wash the sticky dried red gore from her lower body. The woman
felt an overwhelming sensation of twisted wanton desire for this teen
terror. It was completely insane to have these cravings, and every synapse
of her intellect told her so. ' Now is your chance, run for your life while
you still have one!' But she was no longer a rational woman; something
powerful was radically altering her thinking, this bizarre girl; this
extremely dangerous nubile teen.

Her heart and raced wildly, her mind swirling in tangled thoughts. 'What if
she comes back in and decides to simply snap my neck like she did so easily
to his? There is no way to stop her; I can only prey.' Ms. Stewart closed
her eyes. Lowering her head, she resigned herself to inevitable death,
preparing to succumb to her insuperable power as she ironically heard the
water start to drain in the sink. "I hope your clothes are off by now Ms.
Stewart, unless you're waiting for me to do it my way." Heidi's hollow
voice reverberated off the tile walls inspiring direct action by the
fragile woman. She tore off her garment as if her life depended on it. By
the time Heidi entered the bedroom the trembling woman was bent over on the
edge of the bed, almost naked except for her bra, which she was feebly
attempting to unlatch from behind, something she normally did with
unconscious ease now seemed like picking a safe.

Heidi smiled at the fumbling woman as she approached her. She reached over
the head of Ms. Stewart and guided the woman's fingers, releasing the
latch. The shaking counselor came upright staring into Heidi's flat muscle
ribbed torso. "There, that wasn't so hard Ms. Stewart, let's have a look at
you." It was completely humiliating for this perfect physical specimen to
critique her older inadequate body; she turned her head timidly away, arms
crossed tightly in front of her. "Come on Ms. Stewart you look all right,
for your age, really you do." Heidi gently pulled the woman's arms aside
from her chest. The counselor felt a sudden hot shiver flow though her in
the girl's irresistible grip as she attempted a shaky smile of
appreciation.

"Now how about you show Heidi what you can do with that tongue other than
lecture, shall we?" Heidi's strong hands gripped the back of her head as
she sprang on to the bed, knees first, straddling Ms. Stewart about the
waist and slamming the woman's face into her tight cleavage. The teen
hissed with pleasure as she slowly raked her play toys' mouth down the
undulating ridges of her hard abdomen while guiding her down to her back,
feeling warm saliva against her silky skin. The woman suckled each knotty
muscle on the journey down. It was wondrous and strange for this callow
woman to caress a body such as Heidi's. "Yeah, that's right, tongue my hard
six-pack, suck it all." The heated girl gyrated, mashing her servant's face
hard against her compact rotating pelvis. Heidi grinned, hearing her
respond with a suppressed whine, not concerned if induced by pleasure or
pain. She paused and gave quarter while straddling the woman's reddened
face. The counselor gasped for air as she stared up into Heidi's hovering
pink lips, something she never considered even remotely enticing on another
woman, now she beckoned for with undeniable wantonness. Heidi lowered her
well-manicured tight little box, violently encasing Ms. Stewart's maxilla
between her ropy inner thighs, locking the woman's jaws into the shape of a
twisted snorkel suction. The counselor squirmed violently, fearing a
painful death. "Just a little warning, be very gentle down there, no teeth,
any biting and I'll you'll beg to die all night long, got it, Mssss.
Stewart?" Heidi hissed grinning wickedly as she sensed a meager nod against
her crotch; the best the woman could do in the girl's muscular vice.