Diane's Power Trip

Diane was sorting through some paper work, stored in one of her many shoe boxes in her home office. Under a pile of old bills and other items she came across some brownish, faded newspapers. The now 3 year-old clippings told the story of an unsolved, gruesome murder on the Boston waterfront district.

"A man appeared to have been deliberately crushed to death against the concrete footing of an abandoned loading dock in a narrow alley way," it read. "A mid-sized vehicle was apparently the murder weapon. The police and DA said they had no suspects and appealed to the public for information."

In a smaller headline at the bottom corner of the page, the byline read, "Homeless man falls to death in bizarre elevator shaft accident and drowns. Appeals made to mayoral commission to board up abandoned buildings in the city to prevent further tragedies."

"Well, he had some information,” Diane snickered out loud. Smiling, she felt flush reading these clippings, a slight tingle in her pussy caused her to lose her train of thought momentarily. She licked her lips and recomposed herself. A spider crawled around inside the box. "Well, what do we have here..?” She let it casually drop to the floor where she slowly lowered her brown weave pattern kitten heel slide onto its body and pressed down. It made a slight crunch against the flat leather sole. She twisted slowly dragged her foot back looking down at the smear on her floor, not messy enough to clean she thought.

She had dumped Bill two years ago and had had several short relationships from meeting men on match.com, but no one could satisfy her... at least not in the way she was able to satisfy her own self, that evening three long years ago.

“Ahhh” Diane found what she was looking for, under the pile of paperwork, her passport, still valid. She needed it for an upcoming business trip. Crossing into Canada required it.

The "business" of this trip was not of the kind that showed up on her W2 form, however. Her legit job was as a financial controller at a medium sized investment firm downtown. She had responsibility for nearly one billion dollars of company transactions and was paid very well for it. She had risen well up the ranks over the past few years... after discovering the things she liked, and liked to do... usually to other people who got in her way. Hurting people to get ahead is not hard to do, if someone finds it easy and fun. Her high salary and success was not enough for her, however. Though it allowed her to buy whatever she wanted, she liked thrills... thrills like committing crimes and getting away with them. She took one last look at the old newspaper clippings, took a long pause and placed them back in the box under some other papers.

Diane's “partner” had contacted her. He worked in another division of her firm in Toronto Canada. It was Phil who concocted the scheme they had been executing. They found a way to skim small amounts of money from every financial transaction and divert it to a numbered account. The balance was now several million dollars and he wanted to wrap things up and split the money. Diane had other ideas... ones that Phil was not yet aware of… but soon would be.

She and Phil were also lovers… of convenience. When she would travel to meet him, it was convenient to stay at his place. This also eliminated any hotel receipts traceable to her.

Diane's plane landed on time and Phil met her at the airport. They embraced and he carried her baggage. They strolled through the jetport doors and waiting outside was an Infinity FX45 all-wheel drive.

Diane loved these cars and owned one just like it at home.

"I rented it just for you," he said. "Just like you asked me to.”

Diane glared at him.

"Don't worry! Its in my name... nothing traceable to your visit here!"

"Well, you aren't as dumb as I thought" said Diane, and with that she planted a warm, moist kiss on his mouth... her long tongue reached back to his throat.

Phil was instantly aroused. "Let's get going!"

He put her single bag in back and closed the hatch lid. "Well, this is something new... you never travel so light."

She gave him a little kick/stomp on his ankle with the narrow heel tip of her stiletto sandal. It hurt wonderfully. He looked down at her perfectly manicured toes in the 4 inch heeled sexy shoes, and started to get a hard on. “Wow, those are new, you never wear heels that high! Planning something special tonight…?”

“You’ll see,” said Diane with a grin.

"Lets get going", was all he could muster again, trying to hide his arousal. It was going to be a memorable evening, he thought to himself.

Diane was thinking the same.

Phil started to get in the driver's side, but Diane leaned her slender, petite 5"5" frame seductively against the car in the way of the drivers door. "I thought this car was for me," she said, sensuously licking her ruby red pursed lips.

“OK,” he said, “But its late. Do you remember how to get to my cabin?"

"You can guide me," was her response, and with that she opened the door and slipped behind the wheel.

Diane adjusted the seat and mirrors, her legs stretching out to the sporty aluminum pedals with perforations in them, farther back than normal for her petite size, the way she liked to drive. This gave Phil a fantastic view, her short black dress was hiked up past her thighs. Diane started the engine and put her strappy black patent leather left sandal on the brake, her pedicured long toes spreading slightly, her high aches showing off her wrinkled soles rising off of the sole of the stiletto as she applied pressure. She held the brake and shifted into reverse. The re ar view camera view lit up on the center console lcd. She backed the car with just this view, feathering the brake and gas together, never looking out the window or using the mirrors.

"Your really should look, too," said Phil. Diane glanced at him sideways with sort of a squint, shifted to drive and floored the gas out of the parking lot without fully releasing her left foot off the brake. Phil got shoved back into his seat, barely any tire squeals from the powerful, heavy vehicle's all-wheel drive system. "Well that’s one way to put me in my place" he said.

Diane just giggled and retorted, "So lover, you had better tell where to go before I get us hopelessly lost or..." She paused, squinted at him, and again licking her lips. "I run over something."

Phil, flushed with that last statement, knowing how she liked to kill things on the road like possums or squirrels. She would drive right at them and he would always get hard when she did it, too, not understanding his own sick fascination. He guided her, unnecessary as it was, he had no clue of how well she had studied this route with Google Earth before arriving this evening.

Diane drove fast, they took a long, major highway for about an hour before exiting onto some winding back roads. The FX45 easily handled the winding roads, its powerful V8 responding to the slightest pressure from Diane’s sexy right foot, easily motivating its 4500lb mass. The ruby red polish on her sexy toes matching her long finger nails and lipstick in hue. Her supple as velvet jet black hair was blowing gently from the open sun roof showing off her slender neckline. Her soft brown eyes glistened in the light of the dash instruments. Phil thought he died and went to heaven, watching her control this powerful vehicle with such effortless mastery and grace.

• Phil told her to turn on a smaller side road, leading to his secluded getaway, Diane complied, knowing exactly where she was going. The road continues for several more miles, with no other traffic. Diane had the high beams on the whole way. Suddenly a form appeared out of the woods and wandered to the center of the road..it was a fairly large raccoon. Dazzled by the HID high beams the raccoon just froze. Phil saw it and shouted to watch it. Diane let her foot off the gas and coasted down to about 10 miles per hour…but drove directly over the poor confused animal. It made a thunking sound as the fairly high ground clearance of the FX45 didn’t catch it fully.

Diane sort of cackled and giggled. “What the fuck are you doing!!” shouted Phil. “Jeezus, you could have easily swerved or stopped.”. “I know, but I hate those things, I swerved for one once years ago and it cost me almost 200 dollars to fix my damaged tire”…she said in a high falsetto voice…like 200 dollars was any real amount of money to someone with her income.

Diane put her sexy left foot on the brake and shifted into reverse, the lcd screen showed the rear facing view of a twitching but still alive fairly large raccoon. “I can’t stand seeing anything suffer”..she said in a mocking sort of voice. She started slowly backing up while watching the lcd screen, her left 4 inch high heeled stiletto sandal still on the brake while she lightly pressed the gas with her right foot.

• The FX45 passed directly over the raccoon again, making a slight thunk, its high ground clearance just dragging the poor animal a few feet but not killing it. “Ooops” said Diane, “I guess I should be more careful”. With that she seductively ran her pointy long tongue out of the upper right corner of her mouth, her white teeth shining in even the dim light, her ruby red lipstick glistened like her eyes. She shifted to drive and drove forward even slower this time, lining up the driver side tire on the dying raccoon. The left side tires both rolled over the raccoons body, the front making a sickeningly loud, slow, crunch, the rear less so, she expertly feathered the shiny aluminum brake and gas pedals with her gorgeous feet, toes and arches curling sexily upwards.. “There, all done” quiped Diane, she punched the gas hard and continued to the cabin. Phil was speechless….he was fighting a raging erection but was horrified…either with himself or Diane ..or both of them.

Diane had a smug look of satisfaction on her face, that was a bonus she wasn’t expecting. Her pussy was now tingling, both from the experience of crushing the raccoon but also with anticipation of her plans for Phil.

The cabin was still a few miles away. Diane rounded a bend in the road and a few hundred yards further was a side road..the one she saw on google earth. "Hey lets go exploring", she said..."I'm not ready to head to the cabin yet." Before Phil could protest, she expertly swerved onto the narrow road and gunned the gas. " Ok, you're driving" was all Phil could get out as he held on from her hard cornering. Diane knew there was an old abandoned strip mine a few miles down this road. There were lots of wide open areas, solid granite walls, and some storage bunkers and things from the hi-resolution photos she saw. Plenty of possibilities she thought.

Diane found the entrance and shot thru the opening and nailed the brakes hard with both feet. She put the car in park and swung her feet out and over to Phil. "Suck my toes", she demanded...Phil was confused, aroused, a bit scared,...... and compliant all at once. He did exactly as she insisted, starting to reach up her short black business dress. Diane moaned...'wait wait...let me get something out of my bag..just hold on a bit". She swung her legs around and got out of the still running car, popping the rear hatch. She walked slowly around the back, her shoes making a seductive crunch with each step on the hard packed gravel and reached into her bag, spending a bit more time rummaging around.

Phil was horny, a raging erection bursting out of his pants. Diane kept rummaging, "whats the delay" asked Phil, Diane rummaged some more not answering. Phil was getting impatient, he got out and walked around the back to where Dianes sexy butt was sticking out of the hatch as she looked in the single bag she had checked on the plane.

Just as he rounded the side of the car, she emerged, holding something in her hand. He saw a spark and a pair of wires shoot out of the device...it was a taser! Diane held her slender finger down on the trigger as the electrodes penetrated his shirt. Phil crumpled to the ground behind the the FX45. She released the trigger and walked over to him looking down at him smiling. He was grimacing in pain. She pulled the trigger again and he grunted and convulsed uncontroallably. She was having fun. She placed the heel of her left stiletto on his neck and pressed down, pulling the trigger yet again.....he gasped and convulsed for a few seconds more before the taser fully discharged. "Suck my toes dear", she now held her foot over his mouth...he was dazed....she she pulled the trigger again..."ggrrruuuahhh...ok ok" he managed and he complied...as difficult as it was. She pulled the trigger one last time and Phil almost passed out.

"Phil I agree its time to end our little business arrangement...but, well...well we disagree on how to disolve things." She stomped her high heel onto his cheek causing a small cut that started to bleed. " I can't have anyone around who could talk at a later date now can I? So its time to terminate your employment dear." " I couldn't get a gun into Canada, this taser was easy to hide in my checked baggage..but ...well it won't kill." She pulled the trigger again, it sent a slight jolt thru Phil's body but the battery was now spent, it was never intended to be a torture device.

• "Well let me think, now how should you die....any ideas?"..she giggled and smiled down at him placing her foot above him, letting it rest on the rear bumper of the FX45, the engine still purring, the exhaust nearly blowing into Phil's face. He could see the worn sole of her shoe and directly up her skirt, and saw the wet spot on her under panties, the sadist he thought, she really was enjoying this "power trip" of hers. After a long pause, she spoke again "Do you know how much an FX45 weighs Phil dear?", she continued to look down at him. No answer from Phil. "well then since you don't have an answer for me, let me help you figure it out". With that she removed her foot off the bumper, her heel grazing Phil's forehead as she put it down on the ground with a crunching sound on the gravel.

She put the taser back in her bag and closed the rear hatch and strutted slowly around to the drivers seat and slipped back in. She reved the engine, her high arches flexing every time while her sharp ankles and tendons printed thru her baby soft skin, defining the uniquely sexy character of her foot. The exhaust blew into Phils face, his paralyzed body just starting to recover from the multiple taser jolts. Diane took a moment to rub her vagina, inserting her fingers down her wet panties while she reved the powerful engine. She could take her time in killing Phil...and intended too.

She put the car into drive and drove slowly forward a few feet, she wanted to watch Phil go under the car in the rear lcd screen..

She shifted to reverse and the screen came on...to her shock, Phil was not in the view!. Diane had lost track of time while whe was masturbating and reving the engine. Phil had time to partially recover and attempt to escape. She locked the doors and shifted back into drive. Damn it!.... Damn It... she thought. And the taser was dead too. Where did he go, she drove around the defunct strip mine, lots of old storage barrels stored here and there against the high flat walls revealed in her high beams.

Something caught her eye, it looked like part of Phil's coat sticking out from under an upside down 55 gallon drum...She drove towards the barrel...it was up against the flat granite wall that reached about 100 feet above her hood. Diane confirmed her suspicion...and slowly drove the FX45 towards the barrel. Phil was hiding inside of it, the bottom part open, the top was sealed, he had turned it over himself to hide, but his jacket tail was still exposed,... his now fatal flaw.

The front bumper of the FX45 contacted the barrel and pinned it to the granite. Diane opened her window, and spoke, "Oh Phil dear, I gave you that jacket remember?" Phil knew she had found him, "Please please Diane, I beg you... please...I don't want to die like this..please"

Phil's begging inflamed Diane's sexual arousal...she rubbed her vagina again....and pressed her sexy stilettoed foot on the aluminum gas pedal once again. The rented FX45 pressed harder against the thin steel barrel, its shape started to compress. She pressed down harder, her left foot holding the brake to keep the slight springiness of the steel from pushing the car backward as she released the gas, sort of like a ratchet. Phil screamed, ..."Pleeese, nooooo,,,ahhhrrg", Diane held the brake, "what was that dear?"...several bones had started to crack and Phil could barely breath inside the partially crushed barrel.

"Maybe if you beg well enough...." her voice trailed off, she heard some more gasping and pleading from the contorted 55 gallon drum, she put her foot back on the gas and pressed down, slowly, sadisitcally, curling her toes upwards, the engine revs climbed, the barrel continued to compress as if it was inside a giant vise. Diane had a flashback to three years ago, she started climaxing, her foot pressed the gas pedal slowly, slowly, her foot flexing yet again, slowly, further to the to the floor, the AWD drive system scratching for traction as the FX45 bumper slowly crushed the barrel with Phil inside against the granite rock face of the mine.

As it compressed she heard one last scream and some loud scrunching sounds emenate from inside the now 2 inch wide flattened drum. An ooze of a dark red fluid slowly flowed out of the bottom opening. Diane finished pleasuring herself, put the car in reverse and pulled back. The flat barrel stuck against the wall. Nothing unususal to see here, even if someone happened in, just some red hydraulic oil on the ground near a flat barrel. This worked out better than leaving a crushed Phil in the middle of the mine. She giggled, turning the car around and driving to the cabin, one loose end now tied up. She thought of Larry in IT who helped cover up the skimming transactions. Another loose end.