Thirty Thirty by GJ Dear Readers: This story is completely a work of fiction and any resemblance to people living or dead, the names, locals and situations written in the story are strictly coincidental. ENJOY! Jasmine Willougby was one foxy lady. She stood 6'0" tall, weighed 170 lbs, had 19" arms, a perfect 45" chest, 31.5" quads and 19.25" calves. Her hair was a deep golden blond and her blue eyes( although the hair and eye color frequently changed as needed) radiated intelligence and wisdom beyond her 26 years. In addition, she had black belts in eight different martial arts including Karate, Judo, Ken Po, Crav Maga, and assorted other disciplines. She was an accomplished kick boxer as well. Her record was all wins, in every sport, all by knockouts or worse. Her incredible muscularity was due to her gymnastic and weight lifting background. Currently, Jasmine worked as a Dispatcher. She specialized in "dispatching" her targets in a minute or less. She was an expert in a specialized unit of a very clandestine organization.. It was so black ops that it never appeared on the budget of any Federal organization. OBM had no record of it at all. Jasmine was just handed a new "Dispatch". This time she had 2 targets, both to be eliminated within a minute......no problem for her at all. Her first one was named Jose Borin and he was the boss of a white slavery ring that shipped women all over, for a price. His first lieutenant was named Jesse Diablo. The boss man weighted 145 lbs soaking wet but the 2nd in command was a big guy, 6'5", 312lbs, some muscle and lots of gordo, hahaha. Currently both men were in a very special place. They got off on being beaten by strong muscular women... for a price that is. They were in La Casa de Dolor ( dear reader that's House of Pain). They liked being beaten up by chicas con musculosas( women with muscles). They always came before these ladies, very powerful , always with huge biceps and culas(asses), punched them out or flexed them out or squeezed them out. They had loads of money and the best doctors to put them back together. They had collectively suffered with broken jaws, eye sockets, cheekbones, and noses. The coup de grace( ya I know its french, so sue me), was always the uppercut, driven with sweating female power crushing the target, breaking the bones and causing lots of blood loss. These pendejos even had their own blood ready to be transfused should they need it. Ok so enter Jasmine. Knowing her targets' predilection for beat downs , she was more then ready to oblige them. As she looked in the mirror of her small room, she saw her muscles pumped to hugeness. She had just done 300 pushups non stop, had curled 80 lb db's for countless reps, and had made sure that her body was covered in hair, for these guys were into that. She was sweaty and gave off a pungent, powerful scent, like a huge cat on the prowl, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. The two men, all coked up, smelled her presence before seeing her, or hearing her enter the Beat Down Room. Their collective eyes bugged out when they did SEE HER. Imagine all that muscle and sweat. Bulging biceps, lats, quads, calves, pecs, and the most delicious ass of all. Furthermore, can u imagine how hard they got, how wet they got, thinking about her huge fists and veiny biceps, like ropes sending blood to her destructive arms.. They were ready and the clock was ticking, as always. Approaching, with an air of confidence, power and raw sexuality, Jasmine approached. "Buenos noches, senores, soy Esmeralda." Jasmine was wearing a brown wig with green contacts. So she was Esmeralda tonight, one of many characters in a play that always ended the same....Death for those who would transgress against the U. S. A.. The two men, their eyes huge with the drug coursing through their system, began to wet their bajo ropa, with spurts of precum. It was more than her look, though. They could see her underarm hair, pungent, wet and inviting. They could smell her power. They could hear her commanding voice. Oh yes, they were ready for destruction. Seeing her targets eyes closing, Jasmine put her biceps under each man's nose and flexed. This muscle dance, its emanation of scent, brought them around. Switching to English now, she continued. "So hombres, you want me to beat you to bloody pulps, is that it?" Laughing she lifted her fist to each man's face. They could see each wrecking ball in the shape of knuckles, forearms, biceps and shoulders. They welcomed the pain and the blood. Little did they know, little did they know. Looking at the old clock, on the wall, Jasm....I mean Esmeralda said, "Come hombres, it is muy calor , lick my sweat off these hairy armpits, ahora." Well. The two men got busy, and soon slurping noises could be heard as they drank down her salty brew, dripping from her dark, coarse hair. There erections were prodigious. They were so hot for her. They needed to cum and soon. Jasmine was eager to finish the dispatches, as she thought about her leave to Cannes. Yes Cannes, where sun and fun was the order of the day as well as long nights of passion and play. Jasmine looked into her victims eyes and smiled. She lifted each man's jaw to just the right degree of inclination( remember that in school, dear readers?) Then she pulled back her fists and said, "Now watch, and feel the pain as my fists break your faces. It will be so sweet." Wow, these guys almost exploded without being touched, she was that good. She was ready, they were ready, and sure as hell, you are ready, too , dear readers. She hit them both at exactly the same time. Hitting the little guy in his left jaw and the big guy in the right. She heard a crack, loud, for she had indeed broken each man's jaw at the same time. It was like a beer keg, that is tapped, it issues forth with rich, amber brew. Well here, it was face juice, and teeth, and bone, and lots of red. Gazing now at these two hapless pricks, Jasmine wanted to bring them back to consciousness. To accomplish this, she lifted her arms to their noses and flexed, sending spurts of sweat into their nostrils. Immediately their eyes flew open after being punched out and jaw- broke." Breathe deep, assholes. Welcome back to the land of living." Laughing at her crude joke, Jasmine realized these men had about 20seconds left in their lives. She set about to finish them off, with flair and elan(ok more french, I know, I know). Taking each blood caked fist, Jasmine rested them on each victim's nose. She then began to apply pressure, forcing each man's head against the wall. Soon her fists and clothes were covered in redness, nose juice and soon, brain matter. She could see her tris expand, like huge, giant horse shoes as she pressssssssssssssssed harder. Each man was beyond help now, as her muscles pushed, no exploded ,her fists through each nasal cavity, and into their pea-like brains. It was as if our heroine had taken a bath in blood. She was covered in it. It turned her on and as she pressed, until each nose was cratered into brain ooze. Satisfied, she exploded with a violent orgasm( would you expect any thing else, dear reader?) Removing her fists from the two gory, ruined visages, she let them slowly bleed to the floor, covering the walls in a rich pastiche of reds, grays, oranges, and blacks. Laughing as she walked saucily out the door, she turned and advised the two, still red gushing corpses with her own brand of humor. "Keep your nose out of Uncle Sam's business fellas." Her eight packed abs really grooved on that exit line.