MAX THE BLACK PANTHESS
by Hamlet
MAX DEALS WITH ATM ROBBERS ON HER FIRST ASSIGNMENT


Mistress Max Rulz slowly circled the bank parking lot in Hackney East London
looking for Her victims as the Black Pantheress She was. She had just arrived
in England from the USA.She had been active in the BD/SM lifestyle for 20
years. She had produced and hosted Her own BDSM radio and founded a woman's
BDSM support group back in the USA. She was someone thoroughly experience in
the whole BDSM scene and an experienced and brutal Dominatrix.

Yet She realized She was getting really bored with being a professional
Dominatrix. After all the men who were coming to me were wimps masochists who
were paying to be beaten up by Her .Surely She wanted to practice real
domination in other words to dominate and overpower people who did not want
Her to dominate them, ordinary people who would be forced to submit to Her
Will. What's more why should She not use Her powers of domination as a force
for good to defeat and beat up criminal? She could use Her power to defeat
crime that was becoming rampant .She was basically a good, loving and gentle
Person so why should She not use Her power and strength to protect the weak
and helpless and the victims of crime?

She had joined Marcia Her Friend's organization I Love Vengeance .They had met
as students in the USA where they had both studied sports therapy and had
joined the university katrate club. .Like Marcia She had come to the
conclusion that there were many people out there who were abused in one way or
the other usually by their partners and were victims of domestic violence and
crime, and would love to get even if only they knew how to go about it. She
knew with Marcia that the offices were small and dingy but it was a start and
She was sure like Marcia She would soon make plenty of money. She was dressed
as usual to kill like Marcia a skin tight leather cat suit Her favourite
outfit leather gloves and new thigh length boots that looked even more vicious
than ever with 7 inch razor sharp heels and steel pointed toes.

Marcia the Ghanaian Goddess and Max were offering them a way to seek vengeance
through the Company I Love Vengeance in which Max was now Marcia's Partner .
For a fee, They would both listen to the alleged wrongdoing, decide if
punishment was justified, and then administer it brutally. By Their own
definition punishment was purely physical usually involving extreme violence
as inflict pain and were experts in what They did. Most of these bastards
deserved a good beating, and that is what they would get. The severity would
be determined by a couple of factors. First, what was the offence and second
how much would the offended person was prepared pay. After all, this was a
business, not a charity

Max was a really powerfully built Black Woman who though not as tall as Marcia
has wide hips and in some ways had even bigger arms .She had a lovely broad
face and a captivating smile that at the same time exuded power and
control.She had huge biceps and a large waist that made Her look so big and
powerful. She looked so impressive with Her Black hair piled high making Her
look taller than ever.

Max realized there had been a spate of thefts from ATM machines in the Hackney
area in East London. One of the victims Mark has come to the office in tears
after being robbed by a bunch of hoodies who had taken all his money and
credit cards. She had comforted him holding him in Her strong leather clad
arms as She wanked her leather gloved hand. She had whispered in his ear.'
'Don't worry darling I will take revenge and get all your cards back. Don't
worry!'

She was determined to take Her revenge on these bastards at all costs.She
drove to the ATM machine that was situated in a dark street in Hackney itself.
She did not see anyone else in the vicinity, so She pulled over to the ATM
Machine.

.After one last look around She got out of Her car, and walked quickly to the
ATM machine. She put Her card in, punched in Her Pin number, and then punched
in one hundred pounds .She wanted to be as noticeable as possible so as to
attract these bastards so She purposely flashed Her . As She stood there She
felt exposed in light of the recent robberies, but knew that Her transaction
would be complete in a few seconds. She took Her cash without counting it,
(you can't argue with a machine, anyhow.) and headed back to Her car which was
parked only a few feet away.

Before She could get there two white men suddenly materialized from the
shadows. One of them held a pistol loosely in his hand. The other had a knife.

'Hi there, you black lady .' the man with the gun, the taller of the two said.
He had a strong eastern European accent and She figured he was Albanian

"It looks like you just made a withdrawal for us. Now take it real slow and
had it over along with your card. And give us your pin number.'

He reached out with his left hand for Her money and ATM card. Max hesitated.
Then She could see his finger tighten on the trigger.No amount of money was
worth getting shot for, She reasoned.

'Come on you Black cow , we usually don't shoot people to get their money, but
we will if we have to. Hand it over!' The tall man said,'Enver, take this
card. The black cow

is gonna give us the pin number, and then we can get some real money.'

She could just see these two bums walking away with thousands of pounds of Her
money.

The one called Mehmet , the shorter but stockier of the two, took the card and

walked the short distance to the machine.

'Come on you black bitch, give us the number.'

'6005' said Max .

'Enver see what else She has in Her purse.' said Mehmet .

'Good idea' Replied the tall man named Enver. He began

rummaging around in Max' s purse.

'Her pin number is the same as her address.' he said looking at her driver's
license.

'Typical dumb n---r trick.' he continued. 'Not smart enough to remember a
random number, so they use a number they already know like an address or part
of a phone

number.' he was laughing to his partner as he said this.

Mehmet slid the card in the slot in the machine. It asked for pin number and
he entered

6005. 'Invalid pin number. Please try again' came up on the screen.

'Hey Enver , we've got a problem. The black bitch gave us a wrong pin number.'

He shouted . Mehmet turned his head as Enver called out to him. As

Mehmets s head was turned, Max knew it was now or never. Her powerful right
foot

shot out driven by her powerful, muscular 23' thighs. Her foot collided

with Mehmets 's gun hand and the pistol flew out of his hand, and clattered to

the pavement several feet away. He grabbed his wrist which was probably

broken. She took his broken wrist in both hands and twisted hard. He

screamed in pain. Her knee powered by that same powerful thigh slammed up

into his groin. Pain and nausea flooded his body, and he folded over

clutching his injured balls.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

She took a step back from him, and brought Her right fist up from the ground
in a vicious uppercut that smashed into his face just under his chin. The
force of the potent punch lifted him up off the ground and dumped him on his
back, stunned if not out cold, with blood running out of the sides of his
mouth. Enver had been frozen in place

as She dealt with Mehmet . Now he came running at Her.

'You black bitch, I'll cut you up in a thousand pieces.' he shouted waving his
knife. She turned to face him.

'Listen, asshole, put that knife away or I'll make you eat it.'

She said to him in a very calm, low voice. Even though Her voice was calm, She
was not, She was very angry. Enver cautiously approached Her. He slashed at
Her, She leaped back, and the blade just nipped through the material of Her
blouse . He was a little bit intimidated as he could see Her strong shoulders
and huge biceps and triceps which were not covered by the leather coat. He
made another pass at Her with the knife, just nicking Her hard abdominal
muscles as She again leaped out of the way. A

thin trickle of blood ran down from the small cut. She took Her leather glove
out put Her finger over it, then licked her own blood off Her finger.

'We'll see what yours tastes and looks like in a minute if you don't put that
knife away hand over all the stolen cards and get the hell out of here.'

This time as he slashed instead of backing up to void it, She stepped forward
and blocked the knife hand with Her left forearm. Her forearm was so hard,
Enver thought he had hit a tree. The shock ran up his arm, momentarily
paralyzing it.

'The boxing lessons are paying off' She thought as She shifted to get all of
Her body weight behind Her right fist as She drove it deep into his stomach.
His knees

turned to jelly, and he started to fold up. She grasped his knife hand

and twisted, causing the knife to fall out on the ground. She kicked it

away. She had stopped his descent by Her hold on his arm, so She blasted

another brutal shot to his belly with Her hard right fist.

This time the nausea and pain got the best of Enver and he puked all over
himself and the ground in front of him.

'You could use a few more sit-ups and crunches, Bud ' She said to him. She
patiently waited for him to quit puking, then She locked the fingers of her
left hand in his hair, and pulled him to his feet. Again and again now She
positioned Her rock hard fist into his

already damaged gut, each savage punch followed by a loud moan from him

.

WWHHUUMMPP!!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFF!!

TTHHUUMMPP!!

AAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAGGG!!

WWHHOOMMPP!!

UOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUNNNGGG!!

TTTHHHUUUDDD!!

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Finally She stopped the cruel belly battering. He dangled in Her left hand. He
had left the world of consciousness some time ago. Max let him drop to the
pavement. She

gathered up Her things including Her money She searched his pockets and could
find so many credit cards including Mark's and many others.She had never seen
so many in Her life!

Mehmet was coming around, beginning to get up to his knees. She put

Her purse in her car and returned to where he was crawling around.

'I hope you jerks have learned your lesson.' She said as She dragged him off
the ground

. 'Yes Maam,' Mehmet said, trying to be very respectful of this Black bomber
who had knocked out him and his partner.

'Empty your pockets now.'

'He had no chice but to do exactly as She ordered him.

'He took out a whole pile of credit cards.God he really was a thief!

'Well, I just have to make sure.' She said. Mehmet was still on his knees in
submission when he saw Her fist start to descend toward his jaw. Every bone in
his jaw was broken and two teeth came flying out then there was a flash of
pain, then nothing as everything turned black.

She rubbed the knuckles of Her leather gloved punching hand, Her right hand in
this case, and a smile flitted across Her face. She got in Her car and as She
started to drive away, She called the Police on Her cell phone telling them
that they could find the ATM bandits in the bank parking lot. By the time the
Police arrived all that was left was a pool of vomit, and a few spots of
blood.

'MY FIRST SUCCESFUL OPERATION!!