The Crushing of a grape !
by The "T.K.O Kidd" desio@adelphia.net
Darla is merciless, breaking a teacher, and making him beg for his life .


The Crushing of a grape !

It's summer, and the sun has been out. Darla has been tanning. She's been
lifting . Her arms are becoming a pair of massive guns . She loves em' . She
wears an old calico dress . It's some odd years old, which means it's hugging
her body tightly . Her upper body is really a sight to behold now . Years of
swimming has made those shoulders wide, square, and strong. Now, with
bodybuilding, her delts are full, round, and shapely . They heavily strain the
sleeves on her dress . Her pecs are fullblown, like fresh loaves of bread,
pushing up underneath her full, shapely, round breasts . But, most of all, her
neck is thick and her traps puff up out from the collar area of her dress .
Her traps are full, thick, angular, and tall. In addition, her lats are
dynamic. They sweep out from underneath her armpits, pushing away her arms
from her side . She's confused, not knowing what looks most muscular now, her
upper body, or her legs . Lately she's been working on her neck, her wrists,
but most of all her calves. She wants them big, and very shapely. Since legs
are exposed more than thighs, and arms, she wants calves that turn heads as
she walks down the school hallways, and calfs that will knock a man out cold
within a split second of a killer calf scissors about a his neck, and breaking
it like a dry twig, if she so wished .She likes making grown men (teachers,
coaches,administrators) get hard cocks, only to see them wilt away as she
punishes them, and pounds their frail bodies, and weakening them into crying
babies . She likes making the female faculty to feel jealous, small,
intimidated. If a woman teacher is turned on, so much the better. She wants
everyone to see her and imagine what it'd be like to be destroyed by a
teenager so built, so strong, and so sexy .

Darla wants to break someone . Her cunt aches for it . She wears that summer
dress to her English teacher's office, being Mr Philmore her teacher, in a
small room just off a lecture area . Darla doesn't want to end the year with a
flunking grade that would hold her backa year. She's plans on pounding the
shit outta her teacher . Mr Philmore is aged, a man, in his late sixties .
Short, scrawny, a mousey kind of man. Skinny, pale, having scrawny arms,
hands, and legs. He has a very small neck. Darla wants to break this bastard,
just for fun, but also to make sure that failing grade doesn't get registered.
She'll put the oldman in the hospital before the old geezer can submit the bad
grade . This isn't some tough old guy that tells the teenage girl to leave and
to grow up, and to come back more matured .

Darla enters the room, and confronts Mr Philmore . Darla then speaks to him
catching his attention saying, " You old son-of-a-bitch, I'm gonna beat your
ass, your not going to hand me a failing grade . " Mr Philmore's first
response is to cry out for help, and then he tearfully begs the nasty teenage
girl to leave. " Please, I beg you, please don't hurt me. " Darla can feel her
own pussy itch as the weak little old man begins to cry like a child . Darla
stands there, slowly watching her arms as she alternates them across her front
doing curls . She does it slowly to draw up the size in her biceps . She looks
at her muscles confidently, cocky, and sassy-like, with an impudent, arrogant
smile on her face. She knows that the frightened teacher is stunned by this
display, but she keeps staring at her pumped arms instead of looking at her
teacher who is scared nearly out of his wits, and sobbing steadily . Darla
makes a fist, pumping up her wrist and vascular forearm . " I could drive this
through your fucking face. " She smiles at her fist, then at him, " How many
times would I need to hit you before your fuckin' skull shatters ? " Darla
giggles at the thought . The power she can pack into a punch would kill the
old man in a few minutes. " If I nail you three, times, do you think that you
would still be alive, Mr Philmore ? " Mr Philmore threatens to run out . Darla
then warns him saying, " You make one move towards the damn door, and I'll
blast you so fucking hard you won't know what hit you, ol' man . " Mr Philmore
than panics at Darla's threat, and in his sudden fear he makes an attempt to
escape her . Darla quickly catches Mr Philmore by the collar of his shirt,
snatching him roughly away from the door, and kicking it shut with a powerful
right leg .

Darla then pulls Mr Philmore to the floor , and begins to apply a feirce
reverse armbar on him, causing him to scream, and cry out in pain . It's easy
. Darla loves watching her muscles work, as she works Mr Philmore's arm,
wrenching it painfully, in a direction that is contrary to the normal way it
should be positioned . Her pussy leaks with arousal. Darla threatens, taunts,
and giggles as the old man laughably wrestles for his life. He's so damn weak,
it's amusing to Darla, causing her to giggle, teasing him because of his
apparent weakness, and frailty, " Come on Mr Philmore, you can do better than
that can't you ? I'm just a freshman here, your not going to let a little girl
beat you up are you ? " Mr Philmore cries out in pain, from Darla's constant
wrenching of his arm, and he begins to plead with her by crying out in tears,
" Pleaseee... Darla stop your hurting,, meee... stoooppp... before you break
myyy... armmm... ! " Darla giggles again, then tells him saying, " Ohhh...
pleaseee... Mr Philmore, your sounding like some pathetic little bitch,, that
doesn't have no threshhold for any type of pain,, but you know its getting me
hot, and wet between my legs, and incredibly turned on hearing you cry like
some little ho, so please cry for me some more you little tramp... " And that
he did .

Darla then tires a little from tormenting Mr Philmore in the armbar, and then
decides to pull him to his feet, she then roughly drags him towards his desk .
Darla then having Mr Philmore by the collar with one hand, sweeps his desk
clean with her other arm sending his material flying from off of the desk .
Darla then walks Mr Philmore behind his desk, and slams him down hard into his
wooden swivel chair, Darla then perches herslf untop of Mr Philmore's desk
directly in front of him; with her now facing the petrified Mr Philmore who
she has now seated; she extends her legs one to each side of Mr Philmore's
neck . Darla then begins to close her huge rockhard calves, and presses them
hard against the sides of his neck, not in a scissors; but slowly squeezing
his neck, displaying to Mr Philmore her shear raw leg strength . Darla
demostrates to him further by gyrating her hips, and thighs a little, letting
him feel the pain, and making him realize beyond all doubt just how much
extreme discomfort a pair of legs possessed by a strong teenage girl can
create .

Mr Philmore's crying becomes increased as Darla holds him between her calves
grinding them hard into the sides of his neck; punishing him without no mercy.

Darla watches with delight as Mr Philmore begins to twitch, and convulse, with
his face now turning red . Spit begins to drool, and bubble up, out of his
mouth, with a slight hint of blood . Mr Philmore then begins to gag, and his
foaming at the mouth increases, creating a sickening gurgling sound, as the
compression cuts off his oxygen supply .

Darla leans back propping her hands behind her, and stares at the ceiling,
allowing herself to listen with pleasure at hearing Mr Philmore's moaning in
agony . Darla smiles to herself, knowing without any doubt at how strong she
is . Darla continues to throttle the neck of Mr Philmore until he is barely
moving, and twitching, with short convulsions .

Mr Philmore is still unbelievably aware of whats happening to him; even
through all of Darla's rough treatment.

Suddenly Darla releases Mr Philmore's neck from her calves, and allows his
body to limply fall back into his chair . Mr Philmore's body is still
convulsing, and a steady stream of tears slowly continue to run down his
bluing face, that is slowly regaining some colour . Mr Philmore then begins to
babble incoherently, trying to weeze out some plead for mercy; but Darla's
previous punishing him with her calves now refused him of any articulate
speech that could be understood .

Darla softly rubs her moist cunt, massaging it beneath her dress, and then
coos to herself, with sexual pleasure, bringing herself to a small orgasam .
After Darla brings herself to several orgasams; she then makes her way around,
and behind Mr Philmore . Darla then gives a twitching Mr Philmore a little
nudge forward, and decides to pull him up, and into one of her splendid
fullnelsons . Pulling Mr Philmore up from his chair, she slowly bend his head
forward pressing his chin sorely into his chest .

Darla's pussy drips with her young female juices, as she feels what little
muscle within' the neck of Mr Philmore tear away inside . Darla's biceps pump,
and pulsate with power, as Mr Philmore's vertebrae tears, damaging cartlige,
and spinal disc's within' his back creating a severe tear to his spine .

Darla then slowly walks Mr Philmore around to the front of his desk, and
allows him to drop to the floor . Darla gazes down while massaging her cunt
again that is still dripping with excitement, as she watches the old man's
body twitch, and convulse in short, and somewhat quickened at times pace,
twitching nervously in pain; even though he was now out cold .

Darla masterbated herself to several more heightened sexual delights, as she
watched Mr Philmore's body convulse. Blood also foamed, and bubbled up, from
his mouth mixed with a considerable ammount of drooling saliva; that ran down
the sides of his cheeks . Mr Philmore's eyes bulged out some, and rolled a
little, in the sockets that held them, and the darking blue shade in his face
was ever slowly regaining little, or no colour back .

Darla then said to Mr Philmore, who could no longer hear, saying, " Now try to
run, and escape me you old fuckin' bastard ! "

Darla then gave Mr Philmore one last look before making her exit, and said
once more to him, " Now you old son-of-a-bitch, when you recover, and thats if
you do, I better see my sophmore year next year, or you won't be recovering
from our next little session if I don't ! "

Mr Philmore did recover, as one more broken man that was too frightened to
report the battering Darla gave him . Darla also saw her sophmore year the
following year, and Mr Philmore saw his sixty ninth birthday .

The End... Comments accepted at, desio@adelphia.net