The crisp ocean breeze flutters the thin flowery curtains complimenting the warm

tropical sun shining though the open bedroom window, making for another perfect day
here on Paradise Island. The opportunity to escape the crowded city, school
responsibilities, and even her friends, if only for a week, has been a godsend for
the teen. So many precarious, confusing, strangely arousing, almost surreal events
were happening back home, the chance to relax and regroup was one that Heidi could
not pass up. She would have to send her aunt a very nice thank-you card when she
got back home for setting up this trip for her. Heidi's face saddens with the
realization, 'damn, that's tomorrow, already, just one more day' she thinks with a
heavy sigh as she rises from her fluffy bed in the rustic bungalow. She peers out
the large window that frames the crystal blue ocean. Her comfortable private wooden
hut is set deep into the jungle-like brush, but conveniently within sight and less
than fifty yards of the picturesque lagoon.

Heidi stretches her arms toward the ceiling, arching back and yawning as she rubs
the sleep away from her eyes. The full-length wall mirror across the one room
studio accommodates the teen with a complete view of her firm sun drenched body.
Back at home, Heidi kept her tan up the best she could with the local parlor during
the colder months and 'au natural' in the summer. She appreciates the healthy glow
the tanning gives her muscles, accentuating the definition and depth of each hard
earned fiber, but they never looked as awesome as they do this moment. Her natural
southern European coloring emphasizes the rich golden hues created by this
equatorial, tropical environment, making her compact physique seem somehow sleeker
and sexier than ever. Heidi smiles in self-absorbed adulation, standing cocksure in
a curve hugging white half tee and a pearl satin thong, analyzing her taut
physique. Taking the week off from her daily workouts has not hurt her in any way.
If anything, her muscles appear to have grown some during the days of rest and
protein rich seafood.

Her adorable young face makes the level of physical perfection that her body
attains even more alluring and arousing. To look at her body only, one would assume
her age easily to be the early twenties; girls just reaching their seventeenth
birthday do not normally cultivate curvaceous mature muscles to anywhere near this
degree, but Heidi is definitely the exception to the rule. Her face on the other
hand has the innocent glow of a heavenly, untouchable high school babe. With such
an innocent appearance, her angel-like features made many assume her age to be
fifteen or less. If she were a few inches taller, one would assume she had to be a
model. Her high full cheekbones beautifully contour the heart-shape outline of her
face. Those full sensuous lips give her a pouting look of Lolita type
seductiveness. A perfectly proportioned nose with an adorable slight upturn lends
to a sultry devilish puss when the edge of her mouth curls up in a cocky yet sweet
smile, showing off her glowing white teeth. All of these features are merely
compliments to her hypnotic blue eyes. Their deep cerulean color draws instant
attention to her like moths to a flame. The innocent way she widens them and bats
her lush dark lashes with doe-like naiveté is a game she is extremely adept at and
loves to play. A lustrous bob of silky rich chestnut colored tangles cropped at
neck length sets off her gorgeous visage to perfection. The carefree athletic style
fall freely about her face with cinnamon highlights streaking along the bangs and
tips that curl about her cheeks and swishes and bounces in rhythm with her perky
gymnast strut. A perfect healthy tan enhances her flawless youthful image with the
mien of the athletic prodigy she is. No one ever suspects the devious, calculating
mind that hide behind such an innocent angelic face.

"Wow, my arms actually look thicker, no way." Heidi smirks with a giggle as she
curls up her arms in a wicked sexy double bicep pose facing the mirror, twisting
her upper body to view different angles. Her perky full chest juts forward,
accentuating her ultra-firm, beautifully rounded breasts, as she cocks her
amazingly tight, shapely, butt up high in a sizzling, self- assured spread-legged
stance, exhibiting a package of physical assets far exceeding the norm of any girl
in her age group and the envy of women years older. A pair of bronze, silky smooth
billiard-balls swells to glistening hardness as vascular sinew develops along her
contracting forearms. Heidi pumps her fists tight as they converge over her thick
shapely shoulder.

"No way" the girl giggles in half disbelief as she brings one hand down and across
to feel the balled bicep, making sure it isn't just a cruel trick of the mirror.
Her hand explores its solid warm fullness; she smirks proudly as she discovers she
cannot cup her petite palm over the entire muscle head, her crotch tingles, feeling
the pulsing hardness of her bicep, imagining the terrible things she can do with
these lethal arms. She pictures the crushing, destructive power her blazingly fast
fists can lay upon those inferior fucks and annoying assholes back at school and at
places like her gym and martial arts studio, not to mention, their potential
strangling ability. She imagines jumping on the back and coiling her arms around
the neck of that scumbag 5th period gym teacher who is always leering at her when
he thinks she isn't noticing and watching him turn five shades of red before
passing out as her biceps collapse his windpipe and cut off his life giving air
supply.

It has been a while since she thought of such things; her mind ponders this
arousing image as her bright eyes drift deep into her reflection. Coming back to
the present, she sighs deeply, effortlessly contracting her abdominals to
unimaginable definition. Every little muscle in her torso, the rigid prominent six-
pack, the serrated forking muscles that streak over her lower ribs like fingers,
sexy, curvy obloquies, stand out proudly with intimidating erotic strength, plating
her 21" waist like a deep-golden muscled corset. Heidi giggles again inducing all
the muscles to jump and twitch madly, this induces more laughter that causes her
pussy to ache painfully as she begins to feel turned-on, "god I look so fucking hot
it hurts!" Heidi runs her fingers down over bumpy ridges of her abdomen, stopping
at the bright gold ring piecing her darling little belly button. She pirouettes
facing away from the mirror to check out her practically bare, bronze behind,
pouting seductively as she arches back, protruding her breath-taking butt out
farther, cutely shaking it while pulling up on the sides of her thong, causing the
thin satin strip to slide deep between her muscular cheeks. Giving a sexy little
sneer, she flexes her glutes rapidly, pinching them in and out, making her
hamstrings, adductors, and bottom flutter in a phenomenal display of complete
muscle control.

"Ooooh, haven't lost that little talent, that's for damn sure" the girl chirps and
bares her clenched teeth as she arches her back and locks out her legs, vibrating
her glutes and hamstrings like a snare drum roll. Her mouth hangs lazily open in a
dreamy look of insouciance as she clenches her ass-cheeks tight, instantly freezing
them to a rock-hard and rigid satiny stillness. Once again, her mind races with
beautiful images of screaming torment and bodily disfigurement these lethal limbs
have inspired. The mangled faces, kicked to featureless pulps and sounds of
crushed, contorted bones flood her mind like a familiar home movie as she
unconsciously probes deep inside her panties, massaging her middle finger between
her pulsating moistening lips.

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I need some real action, it's been soooo long." An evil
narcissistic grin comes over her gorgeous young face as she closes her eyes and
throws herself up in the air bouncing back on top the soft comforter, knuckle
fucking her hard, throbbing clit with intense determined fervor, cooing as she
sucks and bites her other index finger.

"Ummm, tee-hee, I want to break one, I'm gonna get some" she melodically singsongs
the nasty thought. Heidi humps her coiled fingers manically, bringing her arched
back high off the comforter in rigid stiffness in a quivering bed thrashing
quickie. Her hard, petite body bowing back, slamming into the mattress, flexing
back up, flailing about, her thighs and torso muscles twitch and spasm
involuntarily with the overwhelming power of this spontaneous orgasm as she throws
her flushed face side to side in climactic ecstasy.

Minutes later, Heidi packs for the beach, still rubicund with slightly labored
breathing as she looks out onto the picture perfect lagoon. She heads for the door,
noticing a large bowl of fresh walnuts on the table. The five-minute bed session
roused her appetite and these nuts contain the protein her muscles crave and to
give her enough energy to get through the day ahead. She scoffs at the heavy metal
nutcracker atop the pile as she knocks it from the bowl. One by one, Heidi grabs
the large black walnuts, grips them in her small palm, coils her strong fingers
around it and simply squeezes. Her pout tightens intently and her eyes narrow as
she concentrates on the resistant shell. A couple seconds later, a muffled crunch
brings the bright grin back to her face as she opens her hand to find the
splintered shell willingly spilling out its tender meat. She eagerly picks out the
meager prize and starts again on the next. Now, it is but a game to see how fast
she can bust these tough shells open. Grabbing two at a time, she curls up each arm
like doing a dumbbell curl, pumping her fists as they rise and simultaneously
cracking the nuts at the peak height of her arm curl. Her biceps and forearms
twitch, reacting to the collapsing hollow sound in each fist. Her callused hands
are too tough let the shell fragments penetrate her palms and fingers. Her
incredible grip strength easily overcomes twenty nuts in only a couple minutes
time. For the final one she carries out the door with her, she casually lets it
rest in her left palm and then with a wicked hot grin, smashes it to a crumbled
pile with a lightning fast palm heel strike. Heidi bounces down the sandy path as
she brushes her hands together, hunger satiated.

Finding her usual spot for the last few days, Heidi spreads out her large
terrycloth beach towel and slips out of the wispy red sarong to apply her suntan
lotion. Her body already glistens from the bright sunshine flickering off the
stone-like tautness of her arousing physique.

"I can help you with that," A male voice startles Heidi from her tanning
preparations. Heidi spins around to see a young adult male, probably no more than
19 or 20 grinning smugly, attempting to seem charming in his obvious Latin
demeanor. He is definitely from this region of the world; his dark complexion and
South American features are clear. He is taller than the girl is by at least 6
inches and has a slight build, nothing muscular about him. He is wiry, lithe, but
almost too skinny. His cocky good looks tells Heidi that this guy thinks he is some
kind of 'ladies man', a Don Juan type that believes that just his presence, his
Latin appeal can cause young American tourist girls to swoon. He could not make a
worse assumption with his current selection. Nevertheless, Heidi extends the bottle
of lotion out to him with a bright pearly smile.

"Yeah, sure, thanks, here, make yourself useful" Heidi says coyly with a giggle as
she hands the bottle to him. She turns her back to him so that he can apply the
creamy fluid all over her hard to reach areas and give him a tasty view of her
backside assets. The young man is startled, so excited; he can hardly keep his hand
from shaking as he squeezes out the coconut- scented liquid. Never in his dreams
has he seen a young girl with a body like this, never. All week long, he had
watched her from afar, spending time with his friends and with other girls, trying
not to compare the blatant physical differences between those girls and this
mystery girl, but that task was increasingly impossible. His focus intensified as
he watched her swim and tan, the obsession growing stronger with each new day. He
had to say something soon to the incredibly cute teen that has been coming to the
same spot on the beach every day. He finally got the nerve up to approach her after
nearly a week of kicking himself for not trying. He had to make it seem like it was
no big deal to meet her. He put on his usual arrogant macho charm and it worked
somehow. Now he was actually touching this amazing dream girl. His cock started
hardening even before the initial touch on her softball shaped shoulders.

"Mmmm, feels nice having a nice strong pair of hands on me." Heidi sighed
erotically as he works the lotion into her upper back and thick shoulders. Teasing
him, Heidi arched her muscular back; expanding her lats and traps and tensing her
insanely perfect behind, slowly jutting it out to brush up against his swim suit,
feeling his heavy breath give an audible frustrated sigh obviously in response to
her clenched rounded bottom passing across his stiff member.

"Wow, you really have an incredible body...for a girl." He spoke almost

unconsciously with ignorant Latin machismo as he massaged the silky cream into her
upper arms, feeling her tight ass press up against his upper thighs and her triceps
tense and lock out to rock hard contours.

Heidi turned her head slightly to the side and stated matter-of-factly.

"For a girl, is that what you said? No, I have an incredible body, period, being a
girl has nothing to do with it. That is what you meant right? You would be very
smart to remember that little fact ahh...what's your name anyway?" Heidi spins
around to look up to his face with her own adorable cocky arrogance.

"Uh, Miguel, my friends call me Mick, he says with a heavy accent as he extends one
lotion covered, greasy hand out.

"OK, Miguel, I'm Heidi, and you can call yourself 'extremely lucky' to get the
chance to lay your hands on me, remember that too. I have seen you staring at me
all week; I am not blind. If you like, I could tell you stories of some less
fortunate that didn't get my permission to touch me." She grips his hand softly and
then increases the pressure slowly until his mouth opens and eyes squint in obvious
startled pain as her small but sinewy strong, callused hand begins to tighten upon
his long, bony fingers.

"It wasn't pretty, trust me on that." Heidi cocks her sweet face to the side as she
bears down on his hand. Her fantastic grip strength is a result of countless hours
over the dozen years of gymnastics, having to clasp tight on the uneven bars and
the balance beam for minutes at a time, not to mention a decade of grip
strengthening exercises from her almost daily martial-arts classes. She always gets
a kick out of the shocked expression when she easily brings a man down mentally and
physically with a simple handshake, like now. Miguel moans out as he fruitlessly
attempts to pull from her grip. Heidi grins with clenched teeth and tightens, her
forearm twitches with cable-like muscles as bundles of veins rise to the surface,
snaking toward her wrist and hand as she torques his wrist, instantly dropping him
to his knees, even with the slippery lotion to aid him, he cannot escape her hold.
Her strong petite hand painfully collapses all four of his fingers over one
another, shifting the bones around, as she slowly bends his wrist against its
normal alignment, watching him squirm to contort his body position before she
permanently damages his hand. Heidi steps up close to him, his face almost brushing
against her flat, ripped abdomen as she holds his hand down to her side.

"Remember this little lesson and what I just told you and we won't have any
problems today. I am 'just a girl' as you say, but I am so much more than I might
appear, you really have no idea, just respect that fact. Believe me Mogley, I am
one little bitch you never want to fuck with."

"Yes, I believe you, please let go, my hand, you are going to break it", he whines,
staring up at her with pleading eyes. She releases her grip with a sigh as he
clutches his wrist and shakes out the numbing pain in his fingers.

"Can't have that now can we? You still have a lot of rubbing to do with that hand,
Mogley." Heidi smirks as she spins around and sits down on the beach blanket,
watching him rise to his feet, examining and flexing his sore hand. Heidi pats the
blanket, indicating to him to hurry up and get busy. Never in his life has a girl
been so dominant with him, so cocky and demeaning to his male superiority. He
didn't know how to handle it. He noticed his friends across the beach laughing
heartily about something; he only hoped they missed that embarrassing display that
left him on his knees pleading.

"Why do call me Mogley, my name is Miguel?" He states gruffly as he crouches down

with the lotion in hand.

Heidi lies down on her back and smirks at him. "Remember 'The Jungle Book', the
Disney movie? You remind me of the main character, simple as that, you are Mogley
to me." He looked at her cocky smirk, perplexed, unable to read if she was
complimenting him or making fun of him somehow. He had never seen the movie. Heidi
giggled as she closed her eyes in the direct sunlight and motioned to him to get to
it already.

For the next ten minutes, Miguel felt as though he was in heaven. His memory of her
crushing handshake was far, far in the back of his mind. He was now exploring a
physique on a girl that he never felt before, not huge bodybuilder muscles but
shapely defined compact muscles of a fitness athlete that harden and expanded upon
her every twitch and command. After finishing with her thick shoulders and sinewy
arms, he worked his massage down to her back. The erotic groove of her spine
deepened with hard thick flesh on either side as he worked his hands down,
approaching her bottom. The extreme arch of her lower back into her buttocks was
almost too much to handle, such a curvy hard young body. How could a teenaged girl
like this build so much firm muscle, everywhere on her body? The feel of that
bottom was more solid than he ever imagined. He massaged each solid orb slowly;
rubbing the oil into her silky firmness; it seemed surreal, no girl has ever made
him feel so aroused yet so inferior just by sheer comparison. He notices her
relaxed arms crossed above her head. They are about the same thickness as his, but
she is about 40 pounds lighter. In addition, her arms seem to flex with the
slightest movement with muscle fibers of proportions he has never owned. He cannot
imagine how large they might grow if she really tensed up, If her upper body seemed
incomprehensible, her legs would baffle him even more. His hands ache and grow
tired just attempting to knead the marble-like hardness of her thick hamstrings and
diamond-shaped calves. He shakes his hands out, feeling them start to tingle and
cramp up under the heavily resistant fiber of her leggy musculature.

"What's wrong, too much for you? Are you used to massaging skinny little bony girls
that just get all turned-on from your so-called manly grip? You are going to have
to try a whole lot harder to impress me. This is definitely the lamest attempt at a
massage I've had in a long time."

Heidi turns over to face him impertinently as he stares down at her amazingly
developed front side with hungry but bewildered eyes.

"Yeah, I know what your dirty mind is thinking, which side looks better; am I
right? Come on, move your butt, you are blocking the sun just sitting there
drooling on me Mogley, get rubbing, and put some strength into it this time."

So caught up in her phenomenal torso, he mindlessly nods and squirts some more
lotion in his hand. Her impertinent attitude and mental domination seems muted by
the amazing image that he has the chance to touch, to stroke. He starts the frontal
massage from her legs, getting the chance to ogle the undulating curves of her
abdomen and breasts. Every stomach muscle he ever imagined is on display in her
torso. The prominent six-pack looks more like an eight-pack with the added ridges
near her sternum. The serratus muscles streak that over her ribcage and obloquies
that caress her narrow waist and are defined and fully developed. He is mesmerized
as she breathes in and out, watching her chest expanding and torso contracting to a
deep concavity and then flattens out to a detailed washboard. Never before has he
seen such an erotic powerful sight with any woman, his mind spins in awe of this
young girl. Yet still, she is a girl he tells himself. He is a man, older, bigger,
he has to be stronger; it is just that simple. His hands rub there way up the sides
of her thick sweeping thighs to the bumpy ridges of her frontal quadriceps; she
slowly flexes her legs stiff, swelling the mass, causing his fingers to slide away
like slipping on warm bronze marble.

"Your legs, your body, Heidi, how do you, what have you done to get so strong and
developed?" He fumbles with a towel to remove the sand from his hand that slipped
off under her sudden leg flex. "Oh, I do lots of things, gymnastics, weight
training, and... oh a bunch of stuff that wouldn't interest you, at least not right
now, pretty strong, huh?" Heidi glances up at him with her hand shading her eyes.
Her innocent grin disguises her amusement for this toy of a man she is easily
playing with. He nods with large dumbfounded eyes as he stares down at her rippling
little thighs, thinking trying to convince himself...she is just a girl, she is
just a girl.

His hands finally reach the promise land. He has always loved girls with tight abs.
This girl makes his wildest dreams pale in comparison. Yes, he has seen the
bodybuilders on TV and in magazines, but they were not real to him, just some image
to view. Here was proof, hard, tangible evidence that such females were real. The
impossible task for his mind to come to grips with was the fact that this girl was
but a teen, not twenty-five or some older mature bodybuilder. She has developed a
physique that cannot be... but there it was.

His fingers lightly roll over the arousing contours of her taut tummy. The golden
little barbell shines brightly, pierced at the top of her belly button so cute. The
tactile sensation of each ridge and sexy bump of her abdomen makes his cock swell
stiffer and stiffer in his billowing blue shorts. He cannot harness the pent-up
frustration, the longing, the awe inspired lust he feels for this girl much longer
without acting upon it. His macho attitude surfaces again in defense, in denial of
his uncontrollable desire.

"I can't believe your stomach. It cannot be as strong as it feels. I know what you
said but you are still a girl; you are not made of iron or stone."

Heidi sighs, "Again with this female shit, get over it already. I am a girl and I
am way stronger than you, just deal with it and shut the fuck up." Heidi states
this without giving him any notice or consideration.

Miguel feels an anger burning inside him. No girl can talk to him this way. He has
to defend his cracking male ego before this girl ruins him forever. He makes a
provoking play for her breasts, his hands slide up and grip there firmness through
the iridescent stringed top. He has never felt such tender full breasts on such a
young girl; yet they are as firm as her ass cheeks, impossible.

"OK Mogley, that's quite enough rubbing. You have had your fun. You weak handed,
weak minded, stick boy. Leave right the fuck now and I might not totally humiliate
you in front of your friends over there." Heidi is sitting up, fuming mad, and
hoping to goad him to do something stupid.

He reacts out of instinct by trying to push her back down on her back from his
kneeling position. His open hand slaps against her washboard abdominals with no
effect at all.

"Oh, so you really want to see how strong I am, do ya really?" Heidi jumps to her
feet, easily beating his stumbling attempt to get up as she glares at him and
follows his eyes as he rises about six inches above her. "You want a fucking demo?
Go grab that football your friends were throwing, now, Mogley, now!" Heidi commands
him as she looks around and sees a broken beach umbrella. The tattered cloth cover
bends backwards along with the supporting broken metal spires. Perfect she thinks
as picks it up and feels the weight. It is heavier than it looks, better metal
construction than the usual light aluminum, but still doable. He approaches Heidi
with the football in hand, as she motions to a beach waiter walking by with some
fresh coconuts on a tray with a straws sticking out the tops.

Miguel looks at her as she chooses the largest one from the tray and grabs a dollar
from her wallet to pay the waiter. "What is that for, are you thirsty?"

"No, you'll see. Here, take this." Heidi tosses the long umbrella pole. He drops
the football and catches the pole before it hits him in the face.

He looks at her, irritated but curiously. "What do you want me to do with it? It is
broken."

Heidi rolls her eyes, "duhhh, I know it's busted, bend it for me, show me how
strong you Island men are. Do it and maybe I'll let you touch some more of me?"
Heidi licks her lips and clutches her firm grapefruit sized breasts, swaying her
hips seductively.

The young man instantly grabs the pole in a tight grip, shoulder with apart. He
grits his teeth and flexes his thin arms. Heidi smirks as she watches his face
vibrate with the strain, his deep tan complexion growing red under the resistance
of the unyielding metal. He exhales heavily and slumps forward shaking his head.

"It won't bend, you tricked me. It is too thick." He tosses the pole back to Heidi
with frustrated anger in his eyes.

"Bet'cha I can do it Mogley. Want to see?" Heidi smiles cutely as she holds the bar
out in front of her, getting her grip set and her intense martial arts
concentration in focus. She has broken multiple bricks and boards with ease. She
understands the power of focus just as much as the power of her body.

"See, I told you, can't be done. No girl could beeee..." His arrogant words trail
off as he blinks in disbelief of what he is seeing.

Heidi's muscle capped shoulders and sinuous arms flex to defined vascular power as
she hisses out a deep breath and slowly squeezes and bends downward on the ends of
the pole. She inhales deeply, tightly holding the vaguely bent shape, her torso and
shoulder muscles undulate wildly as she uses all her effort in this burst of power.
The metal creaks as the petite girls contracting arms, compromise the pole's
integrity. With a deep inhale, Heidi grits her teeth with a sexy snarl and bears
down again. Her contracting biceps are the shape of small oranges as the pole
continues to form a collapsing 'u' shape. With a breathy exhale, Heidi grunts
cutely as her body becomes rigid in stony relief. The heavy pole squeaks out a
final metallic plea of resistance as the two ends converge together, making the awe
struck man shake his head in startled disbelief. Just for effect, Heidi bends the
end of one side further around and sticks it through the loop, making a loose knot
out of the pole.

"Told ya. Here, keep this as a reminder of me", Heidi chirps to him as she casually
tosses the twisted metal pole aside his feet and grabs the football behind him.

"I-I don't believe it. How did..., it is impossible." The man mumbles in bewildered
denial.
"Oh, you must have loosened it up for me, right Mogley, yeah, that's it." Heidi
giggles as she brushes off the sand from the football.

"You'll like this one. You seem to like my legs a lot, huh? Let me show you one of
the many things I can do with them. Tell your friends I'm sorry about their ball
but it is your fault." With a smirk, Heidi straddles the pigskin, placing the
widest girth high up between her thighs. The laces rub against her tight mound as
she feels a slight arousing tingle from the touch. With complete balance and
amazing flexibility, the hot little teen crosses her bowed out legs, locking one
foot behind the other ankle.

The young male shakes his head as if what she is doing is very ridiculous looking.
What can she do to a solidly inflated leather football? His eyes grow wide again as
he watches her thighs expand to proportions that seem impossible. The football
begins to change shape, swallowed up in the mass of her contracting quadriceps.
Heidi clenches her teeth as she rises up on the balls of her feet to increase the
python constriction on the helpless pigskin. Her thighs vibrate with quivering
speed a she moans out a breathy exhale; every muscle on her petite athletic frame
is on display for the young man to appreciate. He falls to his rear as the loud
sound of the ball bursting open at one end like the bang of a tire blowout.
Everyone on the beach looks around startled by the echoing noise. Heidi looks
around innocently in wonder as she squeezes the ball flat and lets it fall out to
the sand between her swelled up thighs.

"So, still think I'm 'just a girl'? That could have been your head if I wanted it
to be." Heidi grins confidently as she walks over to the blanket and plops down
with the husked coconut next to her. She picks it up and takes a sip of the milk
from the straw sticking out the bored out hole.

"Umm, sweet, here, have a seat. I want you to see this. I saved the best for last."

The awestruck Islander is still staring at the flattened football, shaking his head
as he falls back to the sand next to Heidi.

"Here, take it. I want you to be sure this is no trick. I know your male ego cannot
deal with this." He takes the coconut and looks at it wondering what she is talking
about. "Too bad, we could have had some fun. I might have rocked your world later
on. This is my last day here and I was in the mood for a Latin lover to show me
what he is all about, but you really blew it Mogley. I'll tell you what. If I
cannot do this last thing, I will still take you back to my bungalow over there and
fuck your brains out, deal?"

The young man's heart pounds wildly, confused about the deal he is shaking on and
unsure if he heard her challenge correctly. The tent rising in his shorts tell him
he heard right.

"OK then, give me that thing." Heidi grins smugly as she as she grabs the rough
husked coconut from the boy's outstretched hand as she flicks the straw from it.
Without taking her eyes from the boys, she parts her golden thick thighs far enough
to wedge the rock hard fruit high up into her power center. The large brown nut
nearly disappears as she locks her ankles and flexes her quadriceps once again. The
boy's eyes bulge as he watches them grow with sharp definition under her tight leg
lock. This time he is convinced she cannot win; this feat is not possible. Heidi
grins at him like the Cheshire cat, not taking her eyes from his face, enjoying his
denial and disbelief.

"Ummm, pretty scary looking huh, you like these legs? Just imagine what it might be
like to be that coconut in there." Heidi states coyly as she bears down harder on
the coconut. Her rigid tummy vibrates and contracts, etching knotted muscles as she
arches back and juts out her cock-teasing chest. Her stiff nipples jut high against
the iridescent fabric as she breaths deep and lets out a breathy sigh.

"Just pretend you are the coconut, little man; just imagine what this feels like."
Heidi grits her teeth and torques her scissors tight as she flexes her legs in a
series of violent power-jolts. Her silky brown hair flings wildly as she body jerks
the super hard sphere trapped within her vice. Heidi's face contorts and shakes as
the vascular torrents of cable-like veins rise all over her abdomen and legs in
this disturbing show of force. They both hear the muffled but audible crunch as the
teen girl smiles confidently and lets out a heavy sigh through her bared teeth.
Heidi lets out a high squeal of exhilaration as the skinny young man falls back
shaking his head.

"No, that is not possible; it's a trick, how?" Heidi reaches between her thighs and
pulls out a fractured wedge of bark covered coconut as its milk leaks out on top of
her pumped thigh. "Want some, coconut boy?" Heidi extends her offering to him with
her sinewy arm as she rubs the milky juice over her thighs with her other hand,
making the muscles glisten in bronze relief. "Why you call me coconut boy, what is
that to mean?" he states in a combination of irritation and awestruck bewilderment
from her display of leg power. "Oh, you'll find out" the teen teases cheerfully as
she collapses the rest of the hard brown nut with a sudden burst of leg strength as
she bites down off some of the coconut meat from the fragment she just cracked off,
her pink tongue licks her upper lip as her eyes narrow in her frisky stare. Coconut
milk flies up into his face from the quick jolting implosion. Heidi giggles as she
watches him jump up and hastily smear away the liquid from his face as if it was
acid or something dangerous.

"That's not funny girly, don't laugh at me, you may not like it later." Heidi's
face darkens in half amusement, half contempt.

"Is that some kind of lame threat, jungle boy? You really think you can hurt me
with that scrawny body of yours, please, you are a fucking joke." Heidi reclines,
putting her shades back on, ignoring his facial contortions as he stares down at
her. He is speechless, livid; this much smaller, younger white tourist girl is so
infuriating. This impertinent teen is cutting his macho self-image and confidence
to shreds without even trying. No girl has ever treated him this way, but then
again, no girl has ever turned him on so much by her mere presence.

Heidi sighs as she rises up on her elbows and peers at him with her head cocked to
the side and a sly smile. "Tell you what, one last chance to redeem yourself. Show
me, show the 'little girl' how tough you big Island men are." Heidi springs up to
her feet and faces him. She pats her ultra- hard flat tummy with a sound of
slapping a marble slab. Moments after the football and coconut crushing sessions,
her abdominals are dense and tight with a few veins running down the sides of her
washboard into her sexy, tiny thong.

Go ahead. Your best shot, I mean it. I bet you the fuck of your life that you will
have to stop hitting me before I have to concede. You make me give up, we go back
to my place and I rock your world, as you cannot imagine. If you give up, I get to
punch you in the stomach, in front of all your friends watching over there. Just
once, I will not need a second punch, believe me." Heidi smirks in cold confidence.
She has carefully stacked the deck in every instance; working on his crumbling
pride, his obvious lust for her, and his blatant ignorance of her superior
strength, simultaneously.

He nods, furious and confident that his pent up anger will gain him his honor back
and the lay of his dreams in one mighty blow. The concept that he is hitting a girl
is lost in the heated moment.
Heidi stands firm with her legs spread shoulder width apart and hands on her hips.
The scrumptious teen athlete cocks her sexy, sleek hips side to side while
effortlessly contracting her torso extremely tight. Her narrow 21" waist seems to
shrink even tighter, becoming a bumpy landscape of plated muscle. Every detailed
muscle stands out in etched, deep-set tan granite. Heidi removes the little golden
barbell from her adorable tight bellybutton surrounded by the undulating,
succulent, thick ridges that make up her flawless six-pack. She teasingly flexes
and knots the muscles that make up her frontal abdominals. Heidi smirks up at him
through her silky chestnut bangs, signaling her readiness. He takes aim and
launches a looping swing up as hard as possible into the center of her washboard
tummy. A sharp smack in heard as Heidi tilts back, slightly off balance, but that
is all. No folding over and heaving, no gasping for air, no pain- filled surrender
like the one he expected. His fist feels like it hit a silky brick wall and starts
to tingle from the unforgiving impact.

"Come on Mogley, that was sooo very pathetic, put something into it this time. My
grandmother could hit harder than that."

He fumes with anger and steps into a straight punch this time, using his shoulder
and hips to increase the power. Heidi braces herself with one leg back a bit and
crunches down on her abs in a display of defiant power. His fist hits just below
the last attempt but she does not budge from her spot this time.

"Aaahh!" A pained response echoes out as Miguel's fist collapses awkwardly to the
side, twisting his wrist against the unyielding warm surface of her armored
stomach. He dances around gripping his wrist, watching the girl cover her mouth and
giggle at his agonized plight. Red-hot anger overcomes his pain and he suddenly
swings his throbbing right fist into the side of her torso. Her oblique muscles
stand firm like thick bands of curvaceous steel and produce the same results; more
painful wrist damage. Even though Heidi did not seem prepared for the sneak attack,
she is not fazed at all. She knowingly grins at him as he collapses to his knees,
whining, sobbing over his swelling sprained wrist.

"Get up you pathetic wimp, it's my turn, you lose. You obviously have nothing left
to try, unless you want to hurt your other hand. No, you probably need that one to
go home and jerk off, sorry. But please, get up and try if you want." Heidi's
mocking insults send a mixture of fury and fear through the perplexed young man.
How can a girl, a young girl do all of this to him? It is not right; it cannot be
happening; his aching hand tells him otherwise. He slowly gets to his feet as he
stares in awe into the deeply tan little wall of rigid muscle that just snapped his
wrist like punching an oak door. A couple of red marks are the only evidence that
he make any impression. Heidi sways her hips, punching one hand into the other
palm, smiling.

"My turn loser, no Heidi pussy for you today, sorry, I'll make it very quick
though, I only need one punch to put you down, get ready to kiss the sand, stick
boy."

Heidi starts dancing around, toying with him, and throwing rapid shadow punches to
the side. The sight of her furious hands flying like some kind of professional
fighter suddenly overcomes his fury. She has completely overwhelmed him, mentally
and physically, without laying a hand on him. His instinct to fight back is gone,
replaced by a cold fear of this teenage vixen's frightening power. He takes off
running up the beach as fast as he can, not looking back to see her reaction. Heidi
watches him out of the corner of her eye as she dances about and shadow boxes. She
giggles as he stumbles on something and trips over some sunbather, causing him to
fall hard on his damaged wrist. He howls in pain, looks back with fright and
embarrassment in his eyes as Heidi points at him, and then doubles over in
hysterical laughter. He buries his head in shame and takes off running once again
with his wrist in hand. It was the best laugh Heidi had in so long, she cannot
remember. The rest of the afternoon goes by without interruption or incident. Heidi
thinks with a giggle, 'at least I got my suntan lotion applied evenly.'

Heidi starts back up the winding path through the brush that leads to her bungalow
thinking with a smile about the dumbfounded look on that island boy's face when he
fell over that woman. "That look was priceless, she sighs shaking her head.
Instantly, she stops in her tracks as her super- heightened predatory senses go on
full alert; something, or someone is near, stalking her. Heidi stands completely
still, taking in the direction of the sound. She can sense there are multiple
footsteps, possibly two or three people walking quietly but clumsily. The warm off
shore breeze lifts her red sarong up, whipping it like a flag, exposing the
spackling material of her tiny iridescent thong. The vague shadows of the
mysterious figures flicker off the trees in the twilight sunset as they approach in
front of her. Heidi drops her beach bag and clenches her fists tight, feeling
something very violent is about to happen. 'Excellent, I cannot wait', she thinks.

They come into focus. Heidi flashes a wicked smirk as she recognizes 'Mogley; the
other two must be his support team. They're builds are much larger than his is,
both standing between six and six feet four inches, and have a good seventy-five
pounds on Mogley's modest frame. Of the two, only one seems to be in semi-decent
shape, the other is rotund with a Buda body. Heidi beams at him with the vision of
kicking the living guts out of that slow fat body like an overstuffed pillow, how
incredibly fun.

"That's her, that's the little bitch, I told you she is staying up there," Miguel
angrily boasts to his friends. The ball bats the two big guys are alertly carrying
drop to their sides at the sight of this so-called 'menacing creature'; this seems
completely ridiculous to them as they shake their heads to one another.

"You've got to be shittin me man, I thought you said there was a big bad fuck, are
you saying it's a 'chick', and you couldn't handle 'this' little bird?" The two big
men laugh heartily at their embarrassed, smaller friend's expense.

"B-but I told you, she's fucking strong as hell, really man; a lot stronger than
she looks. I'm not shittin you man. You didn't see the football thing she did, the
metal pole, damn, the coconut! You see my fucked- up wrist", he holds it forward,
swollen and bruised. "I sprained it when I hit her." His embarrassing admission
brings on a new burst of laughter from the two bruisers, joined by the cute high
timbre from Heidi who giggles along with them, covering her mouth coquettishly with
her fingertips as she calculates her attack.

"I heard you were running and fell over some bitch and hurt it that way Miguel,
come on man, get real," the heavyset man barks back in half-mocking suspicious
tone.

"So, that was your little wrist making that crunching sound on my tummy, awww. Boy,
you are such a weak little man aren't you, Mogley", Heidi chimes in to confirm his
story.

"Stop calling me that you little fucking bitch, I'll... we'll kick your ass!" His
temper flares, intentionally ignited by Heidi, wanting to provoke some action, get
the small talk over with, enough of this stupid macho banter.

"What did I tell you after you grabbed my chest? I told you not to bother me
anymore, just leave me the fuck alone, or I would make you look like the pathetic
loser I knew you were. Sorry if I hurt your weak little wrist with my tummy, but
believe me, you got off lucky, very lucky." Heidi's tone is chillingly serious as
her flashing blue eyes narrow and focus on the trio, one by one.

"I guess you actually believe that these two big goons can do any better? Think
they can protect you from me if I felt like taking you down jungle boy; that they
can stop me for even a second?" Heidi glares at him mockingly, shaking her head in
slow disapproval, all cocky and very confident, ignoring the other two's anxious
mannerisms of shifting feet and fidgeting with their rising bats. Their brows
furrow as they nod to one another, put off and baffled by this rather petite young
hard-body's complete dismissal of their obvious strength and size and number
advantage. Miguel's head shifts back and forth between the other two men, nodding
nervously.

"I- I told you guys, see, she, she is crazy, fucking nuts man, just listen to her
talk. Take her down, right now, so we can teach her a lesson or two, fuck the shit
out of that hot little cunt of hers, show her who's boss on this island. We can
take her back over there, that's her place; she pointed it out to me earlier when
she bullshitted me about fucking my brains out. Please man; just wipe that cocky
grin off her face, ahhhh; she's pissing me off man."

"That's why you paid us... I guess", the thinner big man answers with a confident
chuckle as the two men circle around, grinning menacingly at her; the thought of
raping this amazingly cute and lusciously curvy piece of ass is an unexpected
incentive. The fat one is practically drooling with lustful fantasies as Heidi
casually removes her flimsy sarong, playing to his leering gaze, swaying her hips
nonchalantly with a sexy pout. Her innocent, breathtaking facial beauty combined
with a fitness level beyond anything these young men have witnessed on a remote
tropical island which has a constant supply of fit, beautiful women, makes this
illicit opportunity much too enticing to pass up. Her gorgeous, youthful face and
those hypnotic cobalt eyes are erotic dichotomies to her flawless bronze physique.
Other than two incredibly firm grapefruit sized breast, not a hint of fat is
present anywhere on her body.

"Well, guys, I'll be fair, this is my one and
alone. I will not say it twice, fair notice."
circling men as if speaking to the terminally
amusement to her stern, arrogant advice. With
would have to come to this, she chirps with a
only warning to go away and leave me
Heidi gives a solemn look towards the
ill. They grin and chuckle in aroused
a nonchalant sigh, as if she new it
note of eager excitement,

"Don't believe then, come and get it... if you can. And, oh, one more thing, just
thought I would let you guys in on a little known secret" she whispers in a sexy,
husky voice as she spins around to follow their movements, "I'm still a virgin,
believe it or not." Heidi giggles as she dances in a fighting stance, shaking her
bouncing silky mane back away from her eyes, flexing and warming up her muscles.

"Well then, who wants to be the big winner and pop my little cherry, hum?" She
states in mocking sarcasm.

"Oh, one more thing, I forgot something" she giggles girlishly and then goes dead
serious, "I like to play... rough, verrry fucking rough."

"Get her!" Miguel yells out to the circling men. The fat man lurches toward her
back and swings the bat toward her shoulder. Instantly, with cat-like reflexes,
Heidi turns to her side, arches back and away from him as she catches the oncoming
club at its thickest girth, and deflects its momentum above her head. Heidi smirks
at the startled man as she holds the bat steady and brings it down in front of her.

"Fuck, you right man, this little bitch is strong... and fucking quick!" the heavy
set behemoth bellows in total bewilderment as he struggles to pull the bat from her
iron grip. Heidi grins at him and directs his eyes to her flexed arm. Her steely
hold on the bat shaft induces a flood of vascular power to surge up her forearm and
beyond, veins stand out in vivid blue relief under her golden sinew. He pulls hard
on the handle jerking her body forward but her grip remains true.

"What; can't take your little batty-watty back from the widdlle girl?" Heidi chides
the heavy man as she pulls back on the shaft, contracting her arm, making the
already intimidating large bicep swell with a brown marble glow. His friends stand
there, dumbfounded by her sheer physicality. His comrade blinks his eyes, frozen in
disbelief, not able to cope with the sight of his bigger cousin losing control to a
mere girl less than half his weight and size.

"Come on big boy, take it back ... if you can" she giggles with a cocky smirk as
she tightens her grip, her knuckles white, forearm bulging with sinewy bundles. The
young man from the beach stands back shaking his head, his mouth softly speaking,
"no, no" as if he somehow understands that this incredible hot girl is just toying
with this man like she did with him, that she is about to really show all of them
what she can do.

The other man attacks her vulnerable backside while her attention focuses on his
cousin. Before he can cock the bat back to swing, he feels a sudden fiery pain in
his left knee as her heel slams into the outside of the joint and tears all the
ligaments and cartilage with a dull crunch. Heidi performed this fierce low kick
without even looking at him; her fighting instincts are so intuitive that such a
strike is second nature. The teen holds the bat still as she watches the big man
turn white seeing his muscular cousin crumple to the sand in screaming agony. Heidi
giggles as she scolds him for the unfair attack.

"You should have waited your turn, I would have gotten to you in just a minute, now
look at you." Heidi turns her head to see him writhing in pain on the ground,
holding his distortedly angled leg that has already turned purple with the trauma.
Miguel backs up against an old dilapidated shack, shaking in fear and disbelief.
Heidi smirks at him as she turns her attention back to the fat man.

"OK, want your bat back? Here you go." The teen holds the bat end out in front of
her at face height and wickedly kicks the thick end with the ball of her foot.
Before he can react, the heavy wood smashes into his forehead with tremendous
force. He screams out as he stumbles backward clutching his head in pain. Heidi
gives him no chance to recover; playtime has officially ended. The deadly vixen
stalks the huge man as he feels warm blood trickle down his face from the bat's
impact. He swings wildly with disoriented vision at the young girl. Heidi casually
turns her head aside with a slight pause and then continues her advance.

"Come on fat boy, is that all you have?" Whack-whump-smack, Heidi unleashes a
flashing kick combo into his face and body with such furious speed; he cannot see,
only feel the strikes blast into his face and body. She accompanies each kick with
a sexy high-pitched exhale to allow everyone to know how many times she is actually
making contact in the five second battering. Her sinewy flying limbs obscures
during her ferocious assault. He is just a huge kicking dummy for Heidi to unleash
her fury on. Finally, a vertical sidekick lashes up high and straight like a rocket
under his heavy chin, violently snapping his head back and throwing his huge body
backwards. His glazed eyes cross as he smacks the back of his head against the palm
tree behind him. As his wide body bounces toward her off the trunk, the teen
abruptly chambers her lethal limb and steps back. Swiftly leaping up toward him,
Heidi twists her torso away in an agile jumping back kick. Her left leg fires out
like a piston deep into his generous middle; her heel burrows in and disappears for
a second in the collapsing thick fatty folds as her other foot twists and anchors
into the sand. He belts out an agonized repulsive spew along with a roaring moan of
pain as spittle and all of his breath rush from his lungs from her powerful
thrusting kick. Not showing a smidgen of mercy for his vulnerable position, for
even thinking of raising a baseball bat to a girl, Heidi withdraws her muscular leg
and snarls like a wild cat, screeching out a startling kiiiaahh! , as she leaps
forward into his hanging and contorted face, driving her right knee like a
jackhammer under his chin and launching her bulging quadricep up and through his
face. The damaging brutal strike shatters his jaw like a thick porcelain cup as it
violently snaps his gaping maw shut, obliterating a portion of his upper front
teeth in the process. Heidi's surging momentum tosses his large body up and flat
back against the sturdy palm tree. She adroitly grabs his shoulders and nimbly
leaps up his large form over his shoulders, wrapping her thickly muscled legs
around the thin solid trunk, trapping his heavy bruised head between her rock hard
lower pelvis and the unyielding wood before he can collapse to the ground. Heidi
pulls her body upright and then bends her legs back to her side, coiling her ankles
and insteps around his flailing arms, ensnaring them keeping him completely
immobilized for her next move. Wrapping her hands around the smooth trunk of the
palm for advantage, she whips her muscle-plated pelvis forward in cruel fierce
snaps, bucking her crotch and lower abdomen cruelly against his swelling face with
ferocious, sexy thrusts. His big friend, still in agony but understanding the dire
state of his comrade, hobbles painfully to his feet and stumbles forward to help.

"Don't you fucking move a step closer asshole. I swear I'll snap his flabby neck in
a heartbeat if you do." Her stern warning stops his wincing form in his tracks,
fearing the worst from this extremely capable young fox. His cousin's helpless,
bloated face turns purple and blotchy crimson from the nasty face fucks and choking
pressure Heidi skillfully applies intermittently with her crotch and inner thighs.
Between each thrust, she glares down at the other large man mockingly and then
turns her attention back to her victim as she nails him again. "Come on fucker,
'thwack-crunch' rape me; 'smack-smack' rape the little bitch, 'crunch-smack-crunch'
yeah, do it fucker." She girlishly chides him, interjecting breathy harsh words
between short humping bursts of power, grinning and snarling, simultaneously
tenderizing the back of his skull with contusions and hammering his nearly
unrecognizable facial features to a pulp. Sexy high- pitched grunts of effort
accompany each snapping muscle buck. Heidi suddenly uncoils her legs from his
totally limp arms and crosses her ankles around the tree to hang him by his neck.

"Umm, I don't think he's in the mood to fuck me anymore guys", she says sadly.
Heidi deftly splits her legs and swiftly pulls herself up the tree over his
teetering form. His pulpy, mangled head falls forward followed abruptly by the rest
of his crumbling rotund body. Heidi whips her mischievous head around in a wicked
sexy glare to witness a mist of blood spray out the sides, as his face slams hard
against the solidly packed sand. "How'd my little pussy taste you big fat fuck,
sweet like you thought?" Her rhetorical question gets no response; he is out cold.
Blood oozes like crimson oil in the sand around his head.

"I warned you I like it rough, didn't I jungle boys? Now you'll understand how
rough." Heidi glares at the remaining two shocked men as she purses her lips coyly
and then licks her upper lip teasingly as she plants her feet against the tree with
bent knees. She coils in tight and then leaps backward with a shrill scream. Heidi
deftly performs a backward tuck somersault with her knees drawn high into her
chest, body spins back around and then drops down hard. She shoots out her powerful
legs as she nears his back in a vicious and lethal stomp dismount on the generous
lower back of the incapacitated goon. A heavy muffled crunching snap accompanies
his upper body convulsing while his legs remain motionless, indicating the severing
strike of his spinal cord by Heidi's vicious double heel stomp. With a nonchalant
girlish manner, Heidi steps off the writhing, moaning form and casually swaggers up
next to his twitching head. She glares unfeelingly at the other two men, frozen in
terror of what she may do next. With a slight curl of playful contempt on the side
of her mouth, she slowly raises her right leg up and coils the knee high near her
shoulder and without pause shoots the blade side of her foot and heel through the
heavy thick folds on the back of his exposed neck. Heidi never takes her eyes from
the appalled, awe-struck onlookers as she smirks and grinds her foot into his
shattered cervical vertebrae.

"Told you I play rough, it's your turn now." Heidi's look is cold as ice; she
presses down on his broken neck and then walks heavily on the cheek of his ashen
face, twisting the ball of her foot on him, pushing his head deeper into the sand
as she struts slowly toward the other big man. He hobbles backward, his arms waving
her off, his head shaking as if pleading no, in confused fear of this teen terror;
he cannot put any weight on his mangled leg nor does he wish to experience this
lethal girl's unstoppable wrath.

"See what your friend Mogley got you into, this is mostly his fault you understand,
and of course partly your own since I gave you a chance to leave and you didn't
take it; now it is too fucking late for all of you."

Heidi sprints at him and spins into a short tumbling sequence on the sandy surface.
Sand flies everywhere in her whirlwind of flips as she rapidly approaches his
stumbling form. In a flash, she propels her twisting body high up in the air and
spreads her turning legs. All he sees are her feet sailing down from above his head
and smash through his nose and mouth in rapid succession like a pair of blunt axe
blades. He falls to his knees with a heavy thud as he clutches his blood gushing
face, screaming muffled obscenities through broken teeth. Heidi lands before him
and savagely grips the back of his head with one strong hand and straddles his
kneeling form before he can react.

"Hey Mogley, remember these babies. Watch what they really can do." Heidi playfully
strokes her glistening abdomen with a cocky smile and then giggles as she slams the
kneeling man's face into the muscle-plated tan wall. "Uunngh" along with a
crunching sound from his broken mouth echoes as his face bounces off and contorts
against her torso's warm satiny hardness. She grates his damages features slowly up
and down the marble hard ridges as blood drips down her stomach in a display of
cruel absolute dominance. She harshly jerks his head back to see the messy results
on his face. She looks coldly at his pleading eyes and gaping mouth, his hands
feebly grab her sleekly muscled hips to push her away but she simply thrusts
forward against him in his weakened state and slams his face against her washboard
tummy again. His resistance begins to turn her on. She repeats her facial ab-smash
a number of times until she senses his brain shut down and body go soft. His arms
fall away limply, the last thrust knocking him out cold, as she grabs his scalp
with both hands, holding his head at arms length, then pulling in suddenly, and
continuing her punishment on his unconscious head. The sound of cartilage crunching
against her knotted stomach muscles starts the juices flowing between her legs. Her
breathing picks up as blood sprays from his smashing face like a ripe tomato with
each furious bucking thrust. Her glossy, blood smeared abdominal muscles contract
and undulate with every excited breath. She whips her pelvis forward harder,
magnifying the terrible damage. With a final grunt and furious jolt of her rock
hard torso, his body goes into a sudden spasm as she presses his face tight to her
crotch until there is stillness. Heidi's relentless smashing has driven his mangled
nose cartilage deep into his sinuous cavity and penetrated his brain. He has now
joined his fat family member in the great beyond. Her heavy breaths continue as she
lets go of his head, feeling his wet sticky head slide down her leg, his face turns
up on the hard sand in a frightening mask of blood soaked carnage. Mogley cowers in
terror as he stares at the unrecognizable wide-eyed fa'ade of his long time idol of
a man. Just a pulpy gruesome mess remains where his ruggedly handsome face was a
few seconds ago.

He pleads with her, his back pressed against the wooden planks of the weather-
beaten shack. Heidi's look is still that of a young, beautiful teen but now appears
animal in nature, non-feeling, remorseless, lusting for another toy to play with.
He attempts a panicked escape by bolting to the side. The next thing he experiences
is shooting facial pain and the sensation of hurling and spinning through the air
upside down. It happened so fast, he never saw her move. As he lurches out to the
side, Heidi jumps in his path, twirls around and whips her foot high into his face
in a spinning crescent kick, knocking him back off his feet and throwing him upside
down with the incredible power and skill of her lethal kick. Now completely
disoriented, he feels himself abruptly hoisted to his feet. Heidi shakes his
shoulders and slaps his face back and forth powerfully with her callused open palm
and hard backhand. His glazed eyes register blinking awareness as he watches the
teen tigress step back with a smile and send a smashing roundhouse kick into his
narrow ribcage with her shin. The kick lifts him off the ground as he contracts to
the side in agony. Before he can gain his footing from the bone cracking kick, she
fires another one with the opposite leg into his exposed other side, leaving him
doubled-up, contorting and clutching his damaged ribs. Breaths fill with stabbing
sharp pain as he pitifully cries out for help. Heidi steps back to measure her
distance to snap-kick his bent over face like a soccer ball with her instep, her
blistering power kick carries through his head to reach a vertical split as he
sails like a rag doll, head over heels, crashing against the wooden wall behind
him.

"Remember how you asked me what I do to make my legs, my body, sooo hard and
strong? Now I guess you know don'cha Mogley." Heidi brashly struts up to the young
man who claws mindlessly in the sand to attempt some escape. His shattered jaw can
produce nothing coherent but whimpering moans.

"Thought you would rape me... gang bang me... teach me a lesson, huh?" Heidi snarls
down at the helpless man, kicking him hard in his fractured ribs with each breathy
pause, enjoying his torment and his painful moments alive. Making sure, he
experiences his lungs puncturing with bone fragments from her rib-shattering kicks.
Heidi looks down on him coldly and decides on the perfect ending as she walks
around in front of his head.

"Look up here Mogley, time for you to see what you wanted so badly, you are about
to die for." Heidi smirks at him the setting sun silhouettes and frames her glowing
form. He cranes his shaky head up from his prone position to observe the petite
hellcat slipping off her iridescent bikini bottom and crouch over his distraught
face. The silky brown fine hair above her clam tight mound trimmed adorably in a
slight heart shape is but inches from his overwrought face. So close, he can easily
detect the sweet, worked- up aroma of her juices as she kneels down on his thin
shoulders and jerks his hair back so she has his mouth so close to her pussy, his
tongue could taste it if his jaw wasn't broken. She playfully rubs her middle
finger between the velvety soft firm pink lips of her moistened box. Heidi moans
and giggles as she plunges deep into her honey well, slowly gyrating her hips and
ass in the most provocative torturous manner possible, giving him a one time close-
up of her most delectable anatomy.. Even through his intense physical pain, fear,
and humiliation, Miguel can feel his cock engorge in the confusing excitement and
press awkwardly into the hard sand as his teen tormentress removes her glistening
middle digit from her sloshing little hole and waves it teasingly under his blood-
caked nose. He cannot move; his mind and body seem frozen in a surreal state of
disarray over the impossible events of the past few minutes. Heidi smiles smugly
into his eyes with a sexy-evil bite of her lower lip and sucks off her middle
finger as she lowers her crotch upon his twisted face. She traps his head at a most
precarious angle, laying flat on his stomach with his head cocked up and awkwardly
sideways, an uncomfortable body alignment even without Heidi's lethal legs coiled
around his vulnerable skull. Without the slightest possibility of escape from this
terrifying teen assassin, he can only beg pitifully with his glassy tear-filled
eyes. Heidi ignores his visual pleas and grabs both of his arms and stretches them
straight out underneath her firm bottom as she sits down and works her crotch in
tight against his face. Satisfied with her overwhelming position, Heidi tightly
secures her ankles and locks her man crushing thighs around his ears. He can feel
the tremendous wave of swelling pressure thunder into the sides of his skull as he
kicks wildly with his free legs, vainly trying to adjust from this helpless
position. Heidi begins to grind her tight pussy against his bruised, mashed nose
and mouth, squeaking out some giggly playful moans as his mashed nose tickles her
swollen clitoris.

"Come on Mogley, lick me you Latin lover, do it good and maybe, I won't kill you
too." Heidi mockingly states this knowing he cannot hear a thing with the vice-like
muscle clamp of her thick gymnast thighs pulsing angry pressure against his ears
and temples. Nevertheless, Heidi repositions her torturous grip along his jaw-line.
She turns his head to the front for easier manipulation of his head. The man's
relief from the potential neck- breaking twisted angle is short lived. Now she
forces his swollen, broken jaw wide open with the prying force of her phenomenally
developed inner thigh muscle. The thick-ropey cords of sinew act like crowbars,
unhinging his top and bottom plate apart, leaving his expression one of gaping 'say
ahhh' horror.

"Now get that tongue in there asshole, fast, or else", Heidi gives a cold
determined look as she sing songs her final words of warning as she bucks her
throbbing crotch into his mouth with enough violent force to tear the flesh on the
creases of his mouth. He obediently complies as she locks her ankles tight against
his lower back and reclines atop his outstretched arms. Heidi closes her eyes as
she rocks her hips in slow rhythm with his less than adequate tongue flicking away.
She reaches forward, grabs his sweaty scalp, and guides him around her virginal
love canal, increasing the grip of her nutcracker inner thighs when he squirms or
falls off track. Heidi can feel the approaching swell of a monumental climax
surging forward like a rolling wave, when all at once...

"Owww, you fucking bastard, you bit me. That is fucking it!" Heidi screams madly
down at his discolored face. Her tender, sensitive clit throbs with red-hot pain
from the sudden cowardly retaliation. No more playing nice, her adrenaline pumps
out through her vascular physique with a fury, Heidi sits up and clutches his ears,
staring blankly into his eyes, shaking her head and stating coldly.

"OK, fuckhead, to answer your earlier question, this is why I called you coconut
boy, I just had a feeling, say hi to your dead asshole friends for me."

Heidi whips her body and snaps her hips to the side, sandwiching his face and back
of his head in the highest point between her thighs, the fulcrum of her most deadly
weapons. With rapid body whipping pulses, she grits her teeth, grunting heavily,
angrily, with each thundering mind-jarring jolt as she crushes his facial features
back into his skull. His dark hair flies wildly as his head snaps back and forth.
First, his vulnerable nose collapses, then the small bones around his mouth and
cheeks crack like kindling; it only takes a few more heavy bursts of adrenaline-
fueled python like contractions to collapse his fractured jaw into shattered
fragments, settling back into his throat. He twitches in spasms, convulsing wildly
as she slides her swollen thighs around the sides of his throat in a muscular fatal
garrote. She edges her hard bottom up close and tight against his neck. Her
slippery nectar-filled mound presses harshly back on his chin, so much so, that the
back of his skull feels the thick contours of her defined quadriceps. With her
ankles coiled tight and settled on his lower back, Heidi begins a vibrating death
scissors; she rolls her quadriceps and hamstring muscles so fast, with so much
contracting, gyrating intensity, that within seconds she senses the base of his
skull begin to give way and come loose. His head is a blur of agonized vibrations,
trapped between her jackhammering muscle contractions, he can only scream silently
without the aid of any oxygen. With a series of sharp grunting hip snaps, the
cervical vertebra pulls off from his spinal column with a low wet clunk. Heidi
pauses shortly to enjoy his final suffering seconds as his eyes bulge out in a
doll-like stare. She cocks her head to the side with a curious but clinical look as
his head lolls over unnaturally without the aid of his backbone for support.
Satisfied with her vengeance, but not sexually fulfilled, Heidi continues her
rotating pelvic thrusts against his pointed wobbling chin. She crouches up, saddles
atop his abnormally angled head, and rides his mangled face, staring victoriously
at the mangled large bodies around her, jolting up and down on his face like a
bucking bronco, until a shuttering mind blowing orgasm floods out over his broken,
twisted visage.

Heidi falls back, breathing heavy, coming down from her animalistic fury. The
carnage seems somehow unreal. She realizes she is responsible for it but it already
seems like a blurry dream. Her self-preservation rational mind takes control from
her heightened predatory instincts to kill. She quickly wiggles into her discarded
bikini bottom and begins dragging the men by the ankles, one by one into the
rickety abandoned tool shed. It is small but completely empty inside, a perfect
makeshift morgue for these three unlucky assholes. No one should discover them for
a day or two if the smell doesn't become too ripe. Even with her uncommon strength,
dragging the 260lb dead weight of the first kill is a strenuous task at best. Damn
walnuts did not quite hold her over for this unexpected late afternoon workout
session. Heidi pulls Mogley, the last body, inside and heaves it over the other two
like giant bloody logs, as she casually brushes the sand from her hands and legs,
butting the creaky door closed behind her on her way. The itchy white sand mixed
with sticky blood cakes all over her legs and abdomen in gruesome reddish clay.
Even her little coochie feels irritated and itchy from being bare while breaking
and riding Mogley. The idea of someone seeing her walk back to her bungalow looking
like this would be very difficult to explain. Heidi grabs her sarong and beach bag
and peers out over the heavy brush that separates the beach from the winding path.
It must be dinnertime, the beach is empty except for a scattered couple here or
there walking the shoreline. With a sigh of relief, Heidi nonchalantly skips
through the sand and heads for the evidence-destroying ocean. With a quick sprint
and a diving plunge into the oncoming rolling wave, her worried mind relaxes as the
bloody mess washes off.

The tired teen reclines for a moment, floating stiff on her arched back, looking up
at the bright full moon taking the place of the late day sun. The moonlight
twinkles off her firm tan body as she ponders the last week.

"Yeah, I will definitely have to buy something really nice for Aunt Jenny, after
today, wow, I couldn't ask for a more perfect week."