Not Again, Part 4
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
The two strongest women in the world face off in a fight to the death


Roxy smiled seductively at her date. They were out in the woods where it was
nice and quiet. The perfect spot for making out, sex...or killing.

She wore a short, tight black dress with knee-high black boots. The boots were
high-heeled, bringing her height to over six feet. Although she had a
bodybuilder's physique with 170 pounds of solid muscle, her elegant,
high-cheekboned face and shoulder-

length dark hair made her look attractive and feminine. Her date, several
inches shorter and quite a bit lighter, looked small and weak next to her.

"Close your eyes," Roxy purred. "I have a surprise for you."

As soon as the unsuspecting man closed his eyes, she suddenly rammed her knee
into his groin. The blow landed with perfect accuracy and devastating power,
crushing both of his testicles into paste. He collapsed to the dirt, howling
in agony. She looked down at her helpless victim and laughed sadistically.

In between his shrieks of pain, he managed to squeak out one word. "Why?"

Roxy smiled, looking straight into his frightened eyes. "Because I can."

She continued to taunt him as he lay in the fetal position in pure terror,
still clutching the remnants of his mutilated gonads. "Thought you would get a
hot piece of ass tonight?" She spun around and wiggled her tight, incredibly
muscular ass at him. "Poor baby. Let me show you what this cheerleader-trained
body can do."

Her back still to him, she clapped her hands together cheerleader-style, then
performed a perfect standing back handspring. She landed right on his
midsection, driving both of her razor-sharp four-inch stiletto high heels into
his stomach.

He emitted an unearthly howl of pain that continued for about thirty seconds
before finally turning into a continuous whimper.

She sat on him, letting him feel the weight of her massive bulk.

"I'm not just a tight piece of ass," she whispered down at him. He could feel
the hotness of her breath. "I'm the perfect killing machine. Everything about
me is lethal. Even my cheerleader-style clapping. Let me show you."

With that, Roxy clapped her hands together on either side of his head,
crushing his skull between them. Blood, brain matter, and pieces of skull bone
flew everywhere. Some of it landed on her dress.

"Hmm, glad I wore the black dress tonight, even if the white one really shows
off my tan well," she said to herself, not showing the slightest bit of
humanity after destroying her victim. "The stains don't show as much on this
one."

* * *

Melanie lay in bed, unable to sleep. After tossing and turning for several
mintues, she finally sat up and climbed out of bed.

Because she was in her normal sleeping attire of underwear only, she slipped
her firm body into a robe.

They were still at the secret government facility where Juanita had
slaughtered the helpless male criminals in her "test." Sara was fast asleep in
the top bunk. Juanita was staying in the next room. Tossing her
shoulder-length blonde hair, Melanie went out into the hall and knocked on
Juanita's door.

"Come in," came the voice. "I'm still up."

Juanita was sitting on her bed, reading. She wore black panties and a tight
white T-shirt. Her heavily muscled but feminine arms and legs were on full
display, and a hint of her rock-hard abs was visible in the small gap between
her underwear and shirt. Her dark hair was long, going down to the middle of
her back, and looked great wild and uncombed, and her Latina heritage and
large amounts of time outdoors had given her a deep, even, healthy tan.

"Hi, Nita. Can we talk?"

"Sure, Mel. What's up?"

Melanie sat down on the bed next to the brunette and took a deep breath.
"After watching you kill those men today, I have to say I'm a little...well,
jealous. I wish I could do half the things you can."

"Come on," said Nita, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of Melanie's face.
"What does a woman like you have to be jealous of? You're smart, you're
beautiful, and you're a wonderful fighter."

"Thanks, Nita, but...there's a part of me that wants the superhuman strength
you have. I want to be able to crush a child molester's dick into paste."

Juanita smiled as she remembered. "Yeah, that was fun." She unconsciously
clenched and unclenched her fists as she spoke, causing the muscles in her
massive forearms to ripple.

Melanie suddenly noticed something. She rolled up the sleeve of her robe,
revealing her own arm. "Compare yours with mine and see if you notice anything
different."

"Well, mine's bigger, of course. But yours are still big for a girl. What's
your wrist measurement?"

"Six and three-quarter inches. What's yours?"

"Seven and a half."

"See, that's why I'm jealous," said Melanie. "But getting back to what I was
saying. Feel your arm along this side, and then feel mine."

"Hmm. They feel different somehow."

"That's because you have extra muscles in your forearms. A positive genetic
mutation. I minored in biology in college and I noticed your extra muscle
rippling when you were clenching and unclenching your fists."

Juanita looked down at her thick wrists. "Wow. That's really cool!" She
paused. "But then, Roxy must have that mutation too. That's not so cool."

"Now can I be jealous?" Melanie said. Nita playfully slapped her on the back.

"Seriously, there's a reason," the blonde went on. "Look at my face. Notice
anything a little off?"

Juanita looked closely. "I never noticed before, but now that you mention it,
it does seem a little..."

"That was Roxy's fists," said Melanie. Nita stared at her.

"I fought her," Melanie continued. "All my life, I've been able to kick
anyone's ass. But Roxy...she was just too strong. She almost killed me. I
spent two weeks in the hospital and needed major reconstructive surgery on my
face. Even with the surgery, if you look closely my face will never be the
same again. I...I just want to be strong enough to beat her."

"Wow," said Nita. "I didn't know you...I think I'm finally seeing where all
this is coming from." She held the blonde comfortingly.

"But look at it this way," she added. "You fought her...and lived. How many
people can say that?"

"Hmm," said Melanie, looking up. "That does make me feel better."

"Just glad I could help."

"I just hope I can survive a second time. When the three of us go after Roxy,
Sara and I are going to be in a lot of danger. But with luck, we'll get her
and end this murder spree once and for all." She yawned. "I'm getting tired.
I'd better get to bed. Good night, Nita."

"Night, Mel." As the blonde left and closed the door behind her, Juanita sat
still on her bed with a thoughtful look on her face, her book forgotten.

* * *

Sara awoke early the next morning and headed down the hall to take a shower.
Melanie was still asleep in the bottom bunk.

As Sara passed by Juanita's room, she noticed that the door was halfway open.
Glancing inside, she saw that the bed was empty except for a piece of paper on
it.

Curious, she went in and picked it up. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped
open as she read:

"Dear Melanie and Sara

I've decided to go after Roxy alone. I don't want to put anyone else in
danger. This is something I need to do myself.

Thanks for all you've done for me.

Juanita

P.S. I took one of your shotguns. If I come back alive I'll return it."

Sara flew like a rocket into the other room and shook Melanie awake.
"Wha...what's going on?" asked the blonde sleepily.

Sara showed her the note. "Oh no," said Melanie, suddenly jolted fully awake,
her hand flying to her mouth.

"What could possess her to do something like this?" Sara wondered.

"Um..." said Melanie in a guilty voice. "I might have had something to do with
it." She explained the conversation she had had with Juanita the night before.

"Don't blame yourself," said Sara. "No use crying over spilled milk. Come on,
let's get dressed and go after her."

* * *

Roxy sped along the deserted road, enjoying her freedom. She had changed into
skintight black leather pants and matching black top. The sleeves were
three-quarter length, displaying her huge, muscular forearms. Black leather
gloves covered her hands, and she still wore her high-heeled boots from last
night.

She slowed down suddenly when she noticed something. A truck parked by the
side of the road. Four men nearby, looked like surveyors. Out here, alone, no
witnesses...

She grinned wickedly and pulled over. Climbing out of her car, she walked
towards them, having perfect balance despite her four-inch stiletto heels. The
men stared as she approached, turned on by her beauty. Erections became
visible in all four of their crotches.

"Hi," she cooed seductively. "Could you guys help me with something?"

"S...sure," stammered the man nearest her. "What do you need?"

Roxy's voice suddenly turned harsh. "I want to get off, and I get off by
killing men." Before any of them could react, she reached out and used her
superhuman strength to simply rip the closest man's head right off his body.

The other men gasped in horror. Two began running away. She kicked the head
like a soccer ball. It flew through the air and struck one man in the back,
knocking him down. The second man kept running.

The last man drew a knife from his belt and threw it at Roxy. With her
lightning-fast and perfect reflexes, she reached out and caught it easily.

He paled and wet his pants. Before he could move, she hurled the knife back at
him. Her well-aimed throw was so strong that

the entire weapon went right through his neck. Blood gushed out from his
throat and from the back of his neck as his corpse slumped to the ground.

Roxy began running after the man who was trying to escape. On her way, she
passed by the man who had been hit by the head.

He was out cold.

Grinning, she increased her speed. Despite her high heels and his head start,
she caught up to her victim quickly and brought him down with a flying tackle.
Sitting on him, she balled her right hand into a massive fist and pulverized
his skull into a thousand bloody pieces with a single superhumanly strong
punch.

She laughed as the gore dripped from her black leather gloves.

Roxy took herself over to the last man by performing a tumbling pass of an
aerial roundoff followed by several whip backs towards him, relying on her
butt and thigh muscles to propel her through her completely no-handed tumbling
pass. Stopping just behind him, she saw that he was just climbing to his feet
in a daze.

"Hey, baby," she said mockingly.

As he whirled around, she kicked him in the groin. Her booted foot did
devastating damage, crushing his cock and balls and shattering his pelvic
bones. He collapsed to the dirt, howling like a girl.

"Oh, shut up," she laughed. She raised her left leg and with a quick,
well-aimed stomp, drove her razor-sharp high heel into his heart, silencing
him permanently.

Roxy paused for a few moments to admire her bloody handiwork, then headed back
towards the car. She had gone almost all the way back when she heard another
car approaching.

There was a tree right by her. A branch hung twelve feet overhead. With her
powerful butt and thigh muscles, Roxy leapt

high into the air, grabbing the branch with her hands. She used her upper body
strength to pull herself up. She hid in the leaves and waited. If whoever it
was was foolish enough to get out of their car, she would have another victim.

The car slowed, then stopped. Footsteps. Someone was getting out! Roxy waited
for the person to come into view.

It was a woman. She was dressed in simple jeans and T-shirt...

and she was carrying a shotgun. Roxy's eyes widened. The woman saw the
decapitated corpse of one man and immediately pumped her shotgun one-handed.
Roxy noticed how big the woman's arms were. They were almost as big as hers.

The woman was on alert now. She began checking the trees.

Roxy prepared her powerful body. Tensing her muscles, she launched herself
through the air like a missile, plowing right into the woman's back. Her sharp
stilettos drove deep into flesh as she impacted, eliciting a shriek of pain.
The force of Roxy's impact sent the woman sailing in one direction and her
shotgun in another.

Roxy landed elegantly on her feet despite her heels, thinking she could finish
this chick off easily. Suddenly, however, the woman kipped up to her feet with
lightning speed and impressive athleticism. She immediately got into a
fighting stance.

"Who the fuck are you?" demanded Roxy.

"My name is Juanita, and I'm here to kill you," said the girl calmly.

"Not if I kill you first, bitch," growled Roxy, advancing.

Juanita swallowed nervously. This was it. Her shotgun was too far away. Before
she could get to it Roxy, with her great speed despite her bulk, would be on
her like white on rice. She quickly felt the stiletto wounds in her back. They
stung and she could feel the blood trickling out, but luckily they had missed
any vital organs. That had been close. Two inches lower and Roxy's high heels
would have impaled both her kidneys.

In her heels, Roxy stood six inches taller than Nita, and she outweighed her
by thirty pounds. Despite the fact that her voice had been calm, Nita's heart
was pounding. Roxy had the strength advantage. Nita would have to hope that
her speed and extensive martial arts training would be enough to lead her to
victory.

"Let's even this out a little," she said out loud. Juanita quickly reached
down and pressed hidden buttons on the boots she was wearing. Her height rose
to 5'11" as four-inch spiked stilettos appeared under her boot heels. She saw
Roxy's eyes widen. Grinning, the Latina beauty prepared to attack.

* * *

Sara and Melanie were examining the corpse of Roxy's "date" from the night
before. Or rather, what was left of it.

"Poor guy," sighed Melanie.

"We have GOT to stop her," said Sara.

Sara's cell phone rang. She spoke for a few seconds, then hung up, looking
alert.

"Four surveyors who are working in this area haven't called in to their base
when they were supposed to. They're working in a very isolated place."

"How far?" asked Melanie.

"About twelve miles."

"What are we waiting for?" Both women raced towards Sara's car.

* * *

Roxy swung two punches, both of which Nita dodged. The Latina blocked a third
punch with her forearm. Despite her forearm's thickness and muscularity, the
impact of Roxy's huge, gloved fist sent a wave of pain up her arm. Gritting
her teeth, she waited for an opening.

Juanita was wondering if Roxy had a superhumanly strong skull in addition to
superhumanly strong muscles. If she had an ordinary skull, the fight could be
ended with a single head-smashing punch.

Seeing her opening, Nita swung a punch with lightning speed. Her fist landed
right in the center of Roxy's forehead. It would have smashed an ordinary
person's head to pulp, but Roxy's bones had extraordinary strength too. The
punch merely knocked her back a few feet. Juanita sighed. "I just hope my
skull is like that too," she thought to herself.

Roxy unleashed a high crescent kick. Nita ducked safely under it and punched
Roxy in the stomach. It was like hitting a solid, unmoving mass. Again pain
shot up her arm. Juanita gulped in fear. While testing her strength, she had
successfully punched a hole in a steel door. Roxy's abs were literally harder
than steel.

Roxy suddenly headbutted Nita, stunning her. She then punched the smaller
woman in the eye, turning it black. Despite the pain she was in, Juanita felt
new hope flow through her as she realized that her bones had superhuman
strength too. An ordinary woman's skull would have shattered from either the
headbutt or the punch.

Roxy noticed it too. "What the hell are you, cunt? You're not dead yet. I
should have brained and pulped you to pieces by now."

"My body is like yours," Juanita growled. "And I'm going to use mine to make
sure you can't use yours to murder any more innocent people." With that, she
lashed out with a high kick, opening a bloody gash on her opponent's cheek as
her high heel impacted Roxy. She followed that up by punching Roxy twice in
the jaw, but the bigger woman seemed to shrug off the blows.

"Not quite like mine, bitch," snarled Roxy. "I'm bigger and stronger than you,
and you're going to die." As she was speaking, she suddenly kneed Nita in the
stomach. Though Juanita had rock-hard abs, Roxy was so strong that Nita let
out a small grunt of pain. Roxy grinned and kneed her midsection again. Nita
let out a louder grunt.

Knowing she had to act quickly, Juanita aimed for what she thought would be a
soft, sensitive target - Roxy's double-D, gravity-defying breasts. She hated
to admit it, but they made her own gravity-defying firm C-cups feel
inadequate. Her fist struck the bigger woman's huge left breast. It was like
hitting a rock. No longer surprised by anything about Roxy enough to gasp,
Nita sighed instead. Roxy's breasts seemed to be made of muscle instead of
fat.

Laughing, Roxy viciously backhanded Nita across the face and followed that up
with a roundhouse kick to the side of the smaller girl's head, sending her
flying. Juanita bumped into a tree face first. She slowly climbed to her feet,
bruised and bleeding.

Smirking in triumph, Roxy approached her opponent from behind, ready to finish
her. When she was at the perfect distance, however, Nita suddenly lashed out
with a donkey-style back kick, driving her stiletto into Roxy's chest. Because
of the density of her muscles, the sharp heel only penetrated about an inch,
but it was enough to stun her with a jolt of pain. Nita greeted her with a
spin kick as she turned around, her boot impacting the side of Roxy's head and
knocking her a few feet to the side.

Adrenaline flowing through her, Juanita did a perfect standing back
handspring, kicking Roxy in the face as she flipped. She then put all her
strength into a jump kick, sending the bigger woman flying backwards.

Nita performed a front tuck somersault to take her over to Roxy.

Crouching down, she performed an uppercut that actually made Roxy's teeth
rattle a little. She swung a punch, but Roxy, showing incredible speed for her
massive bulk, blocked it with her huge forearm, then roundhouse kicked Nita in
the side. Nita heard one of her ribs crack and cried out in pain. Roxy
followed that up with an elegant cartwheel, kicking her opponent in the face
with both of her razor-sharp high heels and opening two long, deep cuts on
Juanita's cheeks. The smaller girl's hands flew upward to her injured face.

"Advantage Roxy," the bodybuilding chick sneered, drawing back her gigantic,
black-leather-gloved fist. She laughed evilly...

then suddenly let out a howl as Juanita kicked her right in the groin.

"Looks like I've found your weak spot, cunt," smirked sexy Nita.

She kicked Roxy's crotch three more times in rapid succession. As Roxy's hands
flew to her injured womanhood, Juanita balanced on her left leg and began
pummeling her opponent's face with machine gun kicks from her right, her high
heels causing dozens of bloody cuts. Finally, she put all her strength into a
jump spin kick that crashed into the side of Roxy's head and knocked her down.
Roxy began trying to get back up, but Juanita brutally kneed her in the face,
knocking her down again and releasing blood.

Nita stomped down with her stiletto heel, intending to drive it into Roxy's
brain. The heel impacted the center of her forehead and penetrated slightly
into the bone...then stopped cold. Roxy's skull was too strong. Cursing in her
native Spanish, the pretty Latina raised her leg to stomp again, aiming for
the exact same spot to make a deeper wound.

Roxy suddenly tripped her, sending her to the ground. Moving superhumanly
fast, the bigger woman snaked her massive, muscular thighs around Nita's neck
and began squeezing. Roxy attempted to finish her by twisting her hips, but
Juanita's strong (but still elegant and feminine) neck saved her life as it
didn't break.

"Or just prolonged it for a few seconds," Juanita thought, beginning to thrash
as her air was slowly cut off. She raised her elbow and dropped it down with
all her strength on Roxy's kneecap. She repeated the move again and again,
making each blow both powerful and fast. She was losing air quickly and knew
she didn't have long.

Finally, after half a dozen blows, there was a sharp CRACK as Juanita's elbow
broke Roxy's kneecap. Roxy howled in pain and released her leggy death trap.
Nita gratefully breathed in large lungfuls of air.

Looking at the wounded Roxy, she wondered how to finish her. Her skull was too
thick to penetrate and her neck must be too strong to break if Roxy hadn't
been able to break hers.

Juanita, sliding on the ground feet first, began moving towards her opponent.
She smiled icily. "I told you I'd kill you."

Roxy glared and spat. Opening her mouth, she began, "Bitch, I'll..."

That was as far as she got. As soon as Roxy opened her mouth, Nita lashed out
with an incredibly fast kick, sending her razor-sharp four-inch high heel into
the bigger woman's mouth. The force of her kick drove the stiletto through the
roof of Roxy's mouth and into her brain. Juanita withdrew her heel with a
squishing sound and looked at the corpse with relief and satisfaction. Blood
bubbled out of Roxy's mouth.

Nita stood up slowly. She had a black eye, a cracked rib, two bloody stiletto
wounds on her cheeks, and two more in her lower back. But she was alive. She
would recover.

She picked up the shotgun and lay it neatly beside Roxy's body.

She then headed towards her car, already lost in thought. Where would she go
from here?

* * *

Sara screeched the car to a halt behind the surveyors' pickup truck. A third
vehicle was also there. She and Melanie leapt out, each girl armed with a
heavy submachine gun.

"Over here," Melanie called out, pointing. Roxy's corpse lay there. A pool of
blood lay by her mouth. Sara's borrowed shotgun lay next to her.

"Fresh," commented Sara. "She's only been dead a few minutes.

Looks like Juanita got the better of her after all."

"But where is she?" Melanie wondered. "I hope Roxy didn't get her before she
died."

"I don't think so," said Sara suddenly, as she noticed a piece of paper under
the shotgun. Slinging her submachine gun across her chest, she picked up the
shotgun with her left hand and the paper with her right. She began reading the
note aloud:

"Dear Sara and Melanie

Well, I did it. She was so freakishly strong. Even I couldn't match that
strength. I only won with a little skill and a lot of luck. She hurt me, but
I'll be okay. Eventually.

She murdered four surveyors before I got here. I'm just sorry I didn't arrive
five minutes earlier. I tried to put their corpses in dignified positions.
They're behind the big tree ten yards to the right. Please see that they get a
proper burial.

I think I need to be by myself for a while. Maybe we'll see each other again
someday.

Sara, here's your shotgun back. Thanks for letting me borrow it.

Yours truly,

Miss Juanita Martinez"

"I guess that's it then," said Melanie wistfully.

"Yeah, I guess," said Sara, nuzzling her friend affectionately.

Sara took out her cell phone and called the state police and the coroner's
office. She and Melanie then sat down on a large, flat rock to wait. Both of
them knew they were thinking the same thing. Would they ever see the
mysterious, powerful Latina beauty again?

THE END...for now

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