The Test
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Juanita tests her strength on an unfortunate male victim


AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING: This story is very violent, more so than most of my
stories. If you are not into that kind of thing, consider yourself warned here
and now.

This story stars the lovely Juanita from "The Stalker" and "Virtual Reality."

* * *

Juanita was thinking deeply to herself as she put up the bars on each of the
windows of the grocery store where she was assistant manager. She was thinking
about her recent adventures, where she had killed a total of five men. Though
physically strong and expertly trained in martial arts, firearms, and
gymnastics, she had never thought of herself as a violent person until she had
needed to use her skills in self-defense. She had discovered that she really
enjoyed killing, as long as the people she killed were evil.

But she always had been a complex woman. She was equally at ease in an evening
gown at a formal restaurant or in camoflauge pants and tank top at the
shooting range. She liked to numb her mind with video games, TV talk shows,
and football, but she also enjoyed exploring intellectual subjects.

She had recently begun reading about Jungian psychology and found that it had
a personal connection with her. Jung believed that every person had a dark
side, a desire to hurt others and do evil. Those who admitted they had a dark
side could keep it under control. Those who denied their dark side would end
up being ruled by it. Juanita knew and admitted her dark side. She would keep
it under control by killing only evil people.

She finished barring the last window and went to lock the back door. As she
passed the break room, a voice called out to her.

It was one of her coworkers. He was skinny, but kind of cute.

She liked him.

"Nita, this may sound kind of weird...but could you open this for me? I can't
get this thing open." He held out a jar of pickles.

She smiled. "Why is that weird?"

"B...because I'm a guy, and you're a girl. But I've noticed how big your
forearms are. I was just thinking you could get this open easily."

Juanita tossed her hair and laughed. "Oh yeah, I've got some guns. Here, hand
it over."

She took the jar and opened it easily with a single twist. Her coworker stared
in shock. "Wow."

"Girl power!" she cheered. She touched his arm affectionately. "You have arms
like a girl. But you're still cute." She put her arm next to his, comparing
them. His looked small next to hers, and the paleness of his skin contrasted
with her deep, even tan. "Have you ever measured your wrists?"

"No. But we could." He got a tape measure from a cabinet. "Only six and a
quarter inches. I do have arms like a girl."

"Now mine," said Juanita. She measured. "Seven and a half inches," she said
proudly. "Wow, they've gotten bigger since the last time I measured. My
extreme workouts must be paying off."

"Your forearms are sexy," he said in a low voice. She whirled and looked
straight at him. "S...sorry," he stammered. She was his supervisor, after all.

She smiled warmly. "Don't worry about that! It's a compliment, and I like
compliments. Here, just wait a sec while I lock the back door, and then I'll
walk you to your car. You never know who or what is lurking around at night."

"Thanks, Nita," he said. He had an erection, which he tried to cover up. She
noticed and giggled to herself.

* * *

Later that night, Juanita lay in her bed, unable to sleep. She decided to go
for a walk. Although her neighborhood was not the safest, she was fully
capable of taking care of herself. Just in case, she selected a .45 pistol
from her recently acquired (and large) collection of weapons and strapped it
to her thigh, then covered it by putting on a knee-length skirt. That, the
black T-shirt and black underwear she had been wearing in bed (her extra-firm
36C breasts could get by without a bra), and a pair of sneakers she quickly
put on, and she was ready to go.

She walked to the local neighborhood park. It was silent and deserted. Just
what she needed tonight. She enjoyed the cool breeze and the distant, faint
sound of crickets chirping.

The park had a football field. The goalposts stood silhouetted against the
starry sky. She noticed something on the ground. It was a football that
someone had left behind.

Juanita looked down at her muscular calves, then lifted her skirt and examined
her muscular thighs. She wondered if her leg was strong and accurate enough to
kick a very long field goal.

She grinned to herself as she prepared to test it out.

She rigged up a crude stand for the ball with some pieces of plastic junk that
were lying around. Setting it up for a 55-yard try, she took off her skirt so
she could kick better. She drew her leg back and let loose a powerful blast
from her foot.

The football sailed through the air and went cleanly between the goalposts.

"Yes!" she cheered to herself, doing a standing full twist, an extremely
difficult gymnastic move, especially on grass, to celebrate. She loved being
able to do physical things that even the strongest men would have trouble
doing.

Juanita looked down at her legs and arms, admiring her own strength. She
wondered just how far her strength could take her when physically attacking a
man. Dark and wicked thoughts began to flow through her mind. She wanted to
find a victim. She wanted to try her cruel ideas out. She thought about
walking around until some guy hit on her and then doing her moves on him.

"No," she said out loud. "Not that way. Only evil people. A guy who hits on me
isn't necessarily evil."

Then an idea popped into her head. Putting her knee-length skirt back on, she
quickly headed home and turned on her computer.

She went to a website that showed where registered sex offenders lived. She
narrowed the search to those in her town, then began going through profiles
one by one, looking for one that would make a perfect target - someone who had
committed an especially heinous crime, and who had gotten a ridiculously light
sentence.

"Nope, nope, maybe, sort of, nope..." she murmured to herself as she went
though the profiles. "Wait a minute, urinating in public? He had to register
as a sex offender for that? Sheesh, our justice system needs some serious
fixing. People who commit minor offenses get punished too harshly and people
who commit brutal crimes get off too lightly."

"Aha!" she said a few minutes later. She had found her perfect victim. He had
brutally raped AND sodomized a six-year-old girl. And to top it off, he had
received a lighter jail sentence than the guy who had urinated in public!

She opened a map and quickly found where the rapist's house was on it. She
grinned wickedly. Tomorrow night...she would take care of him. Permanently.

Juanita's mind was distant the next day at work. When it was finally quitting
time, she drove straight home and took a shower. She looked at her nude body
in the mirror.

It was no exaggeration to say that Juanita was an incredibly beautiful woman.
She had dark brown eyes and long dark brown hair that went three-quarters of
the way down her back. The olive-skinned Latina stood at 5'7" and 140 pounds,
with a 26-inch waist and 37-inch hips. Her perfect 36C breasts were round,
firm, and all natural, but looked better than those with implants. She was
twenty-nine years old, but could still pass for a college girl.

It was her muscles, however, that were what made Juanita truly stunning. Her
arms and legs were big and powerful, but still feminine. Her biceps measured
fourteen inches at full flex. She had rock-hard, very visible six-pack abs and
when she turned around and flipped her hair out of the way, the muscles on her
back rippled. Her elegant, high-cheekboned, model-like face completed the
picture and contributed to her femininity.

She began dressing up for her special night. She started with a black
miniskirt (no underwear) and a black sports bra. The main piece - a long,
sleeveless red dress - came next. Although the dress reached almost to the
floor, a slit in the right side revealed glimpses of her tanned and toned leg.
She completed her outfit with knee-high black leather boots with four-inch
stiletto heels, and elbow-length red silk gloves that exactly matched the
color of her dress. She also picked out a pair of shorter, black leather
gloves and tucked them into a convenient pocket in her dress. When she was
finished, she paused to admire herself in the mirror. No man would be able to
resist her.

She didn't bother with bringing a weapon. She had seen the pervert's picture
and stats on the website and knew he was 5'6", 135 pounds, and very out of
shape. She was going to crush him.

Brutally.

Juanita drove to the pervert's house and parked her car a few blocks away,
just in case something unexpected happened. She

walked to the house quickly, having perfect balance even on her four-inch
heels. Calmly, she climbed up the front steps and rang the doorbell.

The man who opened it was as ugly and pathetic-looking as his picture on the
website had indicated. Juanita, in her heels, towered five inches over his
5'6" height. He wore torn jeans and a dirty white shirt. His light brown hair
was greasy and uncombed. She looked at his arms and noted how scrawny and
unathletic he looked. She was going to enjoy this.

The rapist had been sitting on the couch watching TV and drinking beer when
the doorbell had rung. Annoyed, he had yanked the front door open and, without
looking closely at who was there, begun to say, "Who are you and whaddaya
wan..."

He looked right at Juanita for the first time and though his mouth went wide
open, his voice trailed off. Standing on his front porch was the most stunning
woman he had ever seen. He pinched himself to make sure it wasn't a dream. The
man got an instant erection in his jeans.

Juanita noticed and laughed mockingly, causing him to turn red with
embarrassment. "May I come in?" she said in her most seductive voice.

"S...sure," he stammered. She followed him into the house. Unseen by the
pervert, she locked the door behind them.

They went into the living room and the man clicked the TV off.

Turning to face his unexpected guest, he tried to think of something good to
say, but couldn't come up with anything. Also, almost anything he said would
sound weird as he still had a major boner, which he tried unsuccessfully to
hide.

"S...so what brings you here?" he finally managed.

Juanita looked straight into his eyes, the expression on her face changing
from seductive to angry. He looked at her more closely and noticed how
muscular she was. He began to get a little frightened, but his woody remained
rock-hard.

"I know what you did to that little girl," she said in a low but cold voice.
"And I know about the ridiculously light sentence you got. Justice wasn't
done, and I'm here to make sure that it's done now."

"Bitch, you're crazy," he growled, but his voice was shaking. "I did my time.
Who the fuck do you think you are?" Despite her threats, he still had an
erection. Juanita wondered if he secretly liked the idea of being beaten by a
woman.

She turned her back to him, displaying her perfect, ultra-muscular ass clad in
her red dress. She then suddenly threw herself into a powerful and
lightning-fast standing tumbling sequence directly at him, starting with two
back handsprings, then a whip-back, and finally a full twisting layout. As she
twisted through her layout, her stilettos kicked him in the face, opening a
large, bloody gash on each of his cheeks and knocking him to the floor.

Juanita landed perfectly despite her heels. Whirling around, she leapt on top
of him. She began punching him in the face with her red-gloved fists. The
first punch broke his nose. The second broke his jaw and sent three of his
teeth flying loose. The third and fourth each blackened one of his eyes. She
hit him several more times, being careful not to use her full strength. She
knew that one full-strength blow from her fist aimed at the right location
could kill a man instantly. He was not going to be allowed to die too quickly.

Juanita did a back tuck somersault from her kneeling position on top of her
victim to get back to her feet. Her stilettos ripped painfully into his chest
as she pushed off, leaving two deep and gory but non-fatal wounds. She roared
with laughter as he screamed like a baby.

"So you like fucking little girls, huh?" she snarled. "You like raping them?
You like attacking someone who's too small to fight back? How does it feel
being picked on by someone your own size, cocksucker?"

"Cunt," he moaned faintly, the pain from his various injuries not giving him
the strength to talk any louder. "You'd better let me go and leave me alone if
you know what's good for you."

"Oh, I know what's good for me," she smirked. "Unfortunately for you, what's
good for me is going to be really, really bad for you." With that, she kicked
him full strength in the side with expert precision. Her perfectly aimed kick
nailed one of his ribs dead center and broke it cleanly. A high-pitched scream
came from his mouth. She leaned down and quieted her helpless victim by
backhanding him across the face.

"Get up," she growled. He only moaned faintly.

Juanita raised her right leg threateningly. "If you don't get up quickly, I'll
stomp your nuts into paste with my high heels right now."

That got him moving. He stumbled to his feet, but as soon as he finished
standing up, she kicked him in the face with her right leg. Her stiletto
ripped into one of the gashes already on his cheek, making it bigger and
bloodier. She then kicked his face again with her left leg. Because there was
no slit on the left side of her dress, the garment ripped as she kicked,
revealing the full muscularity of her thighs. Her razor-sharp heel nailed him
in the right eye, gouging it. The impact knocked him to the floor again and he
screamed louder than he ever had before. Blood poured from his mutilated eye.

Juanita giggled in a feminine manner, showing a sexy contrast between that and
her ultra-muscular body. "Oops! Looks like my dress is ruined. May as well
take it off now. Anyway, it's time for phase two." She swiftly removed her
dress, standing over her prey in miniskirt, boots, and sports bra. She looked
at the elbow-length red gloves she still had on. "Let me switch gloves," she
said casually, as if she wasn't in the process of brutalizing a man. She took
the red gloves off and put on her black leather gloves, which were
wrist-length. "I want you to see how big and muscular my forearms are for what
I'm going to do next."

She clenched and unclenched her fists, causing the muscles in her massive,
ultra-developed forarms to ripple. She knelt down by him and picked up his
arm.

"Look how small and girly your arms are compared to mine," she taunted him.
His pale, skinny arm looked weak and pathetic next to her tanned and
freakishly large one. "My wrist measurement is seven and a half inches. Yours
don't even come close to that. Now you're going to see the full power of what
this arm can do."

Juanita yanked off the pervert's pants and underwear, revealing his
still-erect cock. She took it in her leather-gloved right hand and began
squeezing. A few seconds later, he came violently, shooting semen everywhere.
Some of it landed on the tanned skin of her forearm, while some of the white
stuff was launched several feet away from the intensity of his orgasm.

She laughed. "Pathetic. You can't even last five seconds. No wonder no woman
wants you. But I didn't come here just to give you a hand job. I came here to
destroy."

Despite her words and the fact that he had just come, Juanita's body was so
sexy that he got hard again almost immediately. She gripped his penis again,
squeezing harder this time and putting all her strength into it. His moans of
pleasure turned to cries of pain. Her huge forearm bulged with muscle and
power. She kept up the pressure, concentrating, breathing heavily. She reached
deep into her heart and soul and found strength she had never used before.
Harder and harder she squeezed.

And then his cock gave way. It exploded in a gory mess of flesh and blood. The
rapist's brain registerd pure, unmeasurable pain for a split second, then
lapsed into unconsciousness from the intensity of it. The remnants of his dick
did not look like anything that came from a human.

"Oh my God," said Juanita out loud. "I did it. I really am that strong." She
looked down at her wrists admiringly. "What a body I have!" Horny from
killing, she reached underneath her skirt and quickly jilled herself off. Soon
she had a massive orgasm, followed by another. Sticky girl-cum stained her
skirt.

She looked back to her victim. "I don't think you need your nuts anymore," she
laughed. Two quick stomps from her high heels turned his testicles into paste.
The incredible pain caused him to wake up.

"Finishing time," she said. She began kicking his body, breaking his ribs one
by one, sending fragments of bone into his lungs, and damaging his internal
organs. She took sadistic pleasure in listening to his cries of agony and
pleas for mercy as she kicked him again and again. Finally, she raised her
left leg high above his head, then drove her stiletto straight into his brain.
She withdrew it with a squishing sound. The hole her high heel had made
resembled a .45 caliber bullet hole.

She looked at the dead man dispassionately. "He won't be raping any more
little girls," she said aloud. Picking up her dress and red gloves, she calmly
walked out of the house and back to her car. Maybe now, she would balance her
act of violence toward an evil man with an act of love and fucking toward a
good man. Maybe she would surprise her cute coworker with a hard,
female-dominant screwing. Whatever happened next, Juanita knew she would sleep
well tonight.

THE END

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