A night in Hell !
by The " T.K.O Kidd " teddesio@hotmail.com
One dark night a man could be heard screaming for his life..  between the thighs of Darla...


A night in Hell !

One dark night a man could be heard screaming for his life at the highest
pitch that his vocal cords could take him. Carl's pain, and agony was
unbearable as he felt an overwhelming fever oversweep him on a cold, and
freezing January night. " IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG ! ! ! " Carl felt that his
ribcage was about to shatter into a million shivers, as one teenage girl
nearing her adult age was terrorizing him between her heavily muscled thighs.
" IIIIIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGGGGG ! ! ! "

It so happened that Carl pulled himself into this most excruiciating painful
predictiment by standing against one, Darla Steele despising her threats of
treating him brutally, and threatening to punish him beyond any good feelings
that he may of ever had throughout his entire life.

The night on this night of Friday the 13th of January was at a freezing
tempature, as Carl was making his way home from the pub, while passing by the
cemetary gates of Beaumont. Then Carl noticed a young girl standing at the
grate of the cemetary front alone, and it was her sweet young voice that
pulled his attention towards her, when Darla invited him over for a chat. But
then his anger arose towards the girl, Darla Steele Steele when she said that
she could take his miserable puny body, and break him asunder, and send him
into a world of pain, and screaming.

Carl wasn't that big of a man, nor a very strong one at that. Carl stood five
foot seven, and weighed maybe one hundred, and thirty three pounds soaking
wet. Darla knew full well that this man was perfect prey for her, a man well
into his late seventies, a man that she knew when busting his body, and
breaking his well aged bones; that she would have to take her time realizing
that at his feeble old age she could possibaly do him in a matter of seconds.
Darla wanted, and desired to bring this elderly man to his last end screaming
in misery for mercy at a very slow rate. Darla wanted this man to feel her
soft silkiness of the flesh of her inner thighs turn deadly hard ripping away
at his soft, and feeble midsection. Yes Darla wanted this old gentleman to
feel her iron plated chest dig hard into the sides of his face, pressing
herself sorely into it. Darla planned on letting this man to enjoy some very
brief moments of her soft, and supple young breast pressing gently, and firmly
into his countenance, just before his agony would commence. What Darla Steele
had in mind was to destroy this old man in one of the most slow agonizing ways
that it would give him a real life nightmare in hell to remember.

Darla's overpowering stature was way beyond this elderly gentleman's physical
health, and Carl was way below even coming close to putting up any kind of a
defence as he voiced his anger to a teen girl that towered over him by a good
several inches or more, with Darla standing strong above him at six foot one.

Carl spoke vehemently telling Darla, " Look girlie, instead of letting me know
how much physical damage your going to cause me, I believe you should be home,
and in bed instead of hanging out near a cemetary, on such a cold night ! "
Carl's boldness, in his old age was now betraying him, and within' the next
few minutes his boldness left him as a brief sweeping rain, that left as soon
as it came.

Carl cried in pain as he felt a hard fist nearly take him to his knees, and
more then likely would've fallen to the ground if it wasn't for Darla catching
him by the collar of his winter coat taking him into herself, and holding him
upright now on his weakening, and trembling legs. Darla then laughed at the
old man while drawing back her free fist, aiming it deadly, and accurately at
his fearful gaze with saying to him, in a not so of a teasing threat, " What
do you suppose would happen you old coot, if I decided to send another shot to
your dome ? Do you think you would be able to still be aware of anything ? You
know old man if I wanted to I can split your fucking head wide open, and leave
you dead without even raising a hand again ever to you ! "

Carl's former boldness was gone like the freezing rain that swept through
earlier that day, but his well aged bones was now chilled with fear, and
fright, as a new horror filled his heart, and in his desperation he began
pleading in tears to Darla crying like a child now asking her for mercy, "
Pleaseeeeee... pleaseee.. don't hurt me ? I'm sorry.. pleaseeeeee...
IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG ! ! ! "

Carl screamed for help, but no one heard as his aged body was being drug
within' the deepest confines of Beaumont's burial grounds, and his flesh of
his wrinkled body was now shivering in fear, and with a lowering tempature as
Darla Steele was stripping him naked of his outer garment. After Darla
finished taking Carl to his naked body, she held him tightly by his throat
while kicking his clothes into an opened plot, that appeared to be freshly dug
out a day ago. Carl's body was now shaking not only with fear, but with a
stinging coldness of a freezing January night. Carl though had a high
motabolism at his age, and his endurance for pain, and suffering was higher
than an average man of his elderly age; more so then what Darla had estimated
him for. But it was Darla's underestimation of the old man that was going to
bring her, her greatest pleasure of seeing him beg in pain, and tears at a
prolonged rate.

After Darla finished with kicking Carl's fogey type clothes into the opened
burial plot, she tossed him headlong into the sixfoot hole itself. Carl cried
in pain as he hit the frozen bottom of the dug out hole, "
IIIiiieeeaaahhhgggGGG ! ! ! " Carl's head had hit sharply against the frozen
ground landing even at a more fierce rate upon a dangerously sharp stone that
left a gaping slash across his forehead, and above his eye. Blood poured from
the opened wound of Carl's head as it streamed into his right eye making it
very difficult to see anything as he was pulling himself to his feet to make
an attempt to climb from the burial hole that was obviously to deep for him to
climb from.

Darla thought for a moment as Carl's bloodied face stood as a perfect target
for jamming the sole of her hard tennis shoe into, but reconsidered as she
knelt down, and in doing so Darla nearly ripped the old man's graying hair
straight from his head as she drug him bodily, and with ease from the six foot
hole.

Carl's feet left the ground as his feebled old body left the floor of it in
one feel swoop, and he now found himself held upright before his young teenage
tormentor trembling, and crying in fear. Darla then began to coo the old man
as she pressed his bloodied countenance into her soft breasts, and said
softly, " Oh you weak weak little old man. don't you know that there is a
worst fate waiting for you than being beaten up by a strong young girl ? But
you won't see it tonight; but you will my little grandpa feel every bit of the
reality of what kind of pain i'm going to rack your body with, and you'll wish
with your life that, that fate will quickly come upon you like lightening ! "

Carl cried in agony as Darla took his face by taking both of her clenched
fists that held him by the back of his head having him by his hair, and now
pressing his countenance into her steelplated chest that was hardening like
iron as Darla flexed her pectorial muscles making her chest feel like Carl's
face was being heavily ground into a solid steel plate of punishiment.

Carl felt that the bones in his face, and jaw was going to collasp under the
pressure of the swelling, and hardening layer of muscles that that strirated
Darla's chest, and feared greatly that his misery was far from over. Darla
then released the old man from his torment allowing him to drop to his knees
now clutching his face in pain, and as he cried uncontrollably in the freezing
tempature of this punishing night of hell, he felt his face now swollen, and
bruised, black, and blue from the previous torture that Darla Steele had just
sent him through. Carl didn't know how much more his body could endure as the
near below freezing temp was taking a heavy toll on it, and now Carl was
struggling against the weather just to stay consience, and was now trying
desperately just to keep from passing eternally out. But little did Carl know
was that he had underestimated his own endurance, and his body fought off the
freezing cold allowing his mind to endure every once of the devastating cold
weather, and the punishiment of what Darla Steele was about to send more of
him through.

Carl lowered his face as he trembled too afraid to raise it, and face his
punisher Darla Steele. Carl's tears that stung his face felt now as if some of
them were freezing up into frozen streaks, against his feverish freezing cold
flesh, and his mind spun wildly with terror only before coming to the stark
realization that Darla was about to pour out more torment once again on his
pain racked body, as she brought him forcefully to his feet. Darla then mocked
Carl while holding his trembling frame beneath his armpits, and said, " So old
man, we are not so bold, and brave are we ? Gee... it really takes such a big
man to muster up all of that anger against such a young little girl as
helpless as myself. When are you old fucks going to become real men, and
realize that you don't need to be afraid of us girls, and use false
confindence to boost your bravery ? What you really need to be afraid of is
how us strong little girls can take your little weak puny bodies, and break
them like dry frozen branches ! Now I believe it's time for some more of that
evidence you weak little piece of cowardly shit ! "

Just as Darla finished her statement to Carl, he tried to make an attempt to
cry yet another plea in tears, but then suddenly he sunk quickly to his knees
once again after recieving a devastating fist strike him incredibaly hard into
his soft flabby stomach, that sunk deep into it only briefly before taking him
down.

Carl from that point sunk completely to the hard frozen tundrid of the
cemetary shaking, and convulsing in a freezing cold pain, and the jolts of
stinging agony seared his midsection like large sharp frozen sickles. Darla
paused from her tormenting the old man, as she looked down on him with
delight, and having some sexual arousel now rising within' her, as she watched
his old body twist, and wrench within' it's freezing pain. Carl shook
violently upon the frozen turf of the cemetary, and now as his mind was close
to entering a state of shock, he began wishing in himself of that fate that
Darla had mentioned to him just a short time ago; now wishing within' himself
that he was dead.

Darla slowly masterbated herself to a heightened point of sexual pleasure, and
cooed the old man in his agony as his she watched him convulse upon the ground
violently, and said softly to him, " Ohhh... that's it keep it up baby boy,
ooo... yes.. yes... baby.. you are so good... " Carl could barely hear
anything that Darla said, and even when he spoke to whimper out for mercy, his
speech was incoherent, and could nary be under- stood. Darla had brought
herself to several orgasams before dropping down beside the old man who was
yet still convulsing something terribaly in pain, and opened her thighs wide
to the side of his broken, and battered feeble body, and slid his convulsing
frame between her thick muscular thighs.

Darla though had much more endurance than the old man, and even though she was
wearing a short pair of gray sweats on this freezing January night, the affect
of the now freezing weather had little or no effect on her. But Carl was very
aware in his bodily senses even though his mind cried out in severe agony
against it in shock as he felt Darla's icey cold flesh rippled hard like a
cold plate of freezing steel that was now enlarging, and pressing into his
frail frame in one of the most agonizing moments of his entire life. Carl's
upper torso, midsection, and internal organs felt the icey stinging vicelike
grip of cold steel squeeze him painfully breathing at a nil. Carl couldn't so
much as to take in a gasp as the freezing horror of Darla's inner thighs
continued to press sorely against his weak aged old body, and with what he had
in him he screamed loudly at the pitch of his voice, as Darla momentarily
decreased the pressure of her legs about him; then in an instant it was over
as Darla slammed her thighs together nearly taking the suface of his stomach,
and pasting it to spine. Several horrible chilling cracks popped loudly as
four ribs gave way to the punishing pressure of Darla's thick layered muscled
inner thighs crushed the old man with an unforgiving fiecreness. Then Carl's
misery ended has his previous state of hell ended, and he then entered another
type of a nightmare as his body still felt the aftershock of the painful
misery as he began to sleep the night in an horrible unrest.

Darla though not wanting to see the man dead, or die by freezing, obtained his
garments from the six foot grave plot, and clothed him, and after doing so,
took his busted up body, and carried him to an opened mosoleum. There she had
found a large wool blanket, and giggled to herself as she covered Carl to keep
some warmth in his body, thinking to herself, that she wasn't the only one who
delighted in getting her cookies off.

Darla before leaving Carl looked once more at him within' the shadows of the
mosoleum. and delighted herself in seeing the old man's face twitch in agony,
along with his body jerking still some. " Hmmm... I bet it will be a fucking
long time before this old bastard raises his voice to another young girl ever
again ! " Darla Steele, thought to herself. Darla was correct it would be a
very long time before Carl would say anything to anyone, as his mind was left
near to being a vegetable, never fully recovering, with the law enforcement
agency left in yet another mystery of how this man was brutally battered.

The end

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