Juanita's Gift  Part 2 in a series 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Juanita learns about her gift, and attracts the attention of an enemy


In Part 2, Juanita continues her crusade for vengeance against evildoers, and
learns where she got her superhuman strength and athleticism. Meanwhile, a
wealthy sex offender who saw her snuff video (Part 1, Juanita's Video) becomes
worried that he might become her next target, and sets out on a mission to
find out who she is...and take her out.

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The man exited the subway station and entered a narrow alley that was a
shortcut to his apartment. When he was about halfway down the alley, someone
suddenly jumped out from behind a dumpster, blocking his path.

He stared in surprise. It was a woman. An exceptionally beautiful woman. She
had very long dark brown hair, a deep, even tan, and a model-like,
high-cheekboned face. She wore a pair of very low-cut jeans and a very tight
white T-shirt. Her arms were massive, with incredibly well-defined muscles
that rippled with her slightest movement. Her slim wasp waist and the entirety
of her steel-hard six-pack abs were on display between the top of her jeans
and the bottom of her shirt. The braless woman's hard nipples were outlined
clearly through the top. The round, firm breasts looked like 36C's.
Wrist-length black leather gloves covered her hands.

"Wh...who are you?" he squeaked. He could feel a huge erection growing in his
pants. She looked down, noticing, and laughed. He blushed in embarrassment.

"My name is Juanita," she whispered in a refined and seductive voice. "And I
have a surprise for you. Close your eyes."

Not knowing what was going on, but enthralled by this stunning, feminine
woman, he obeyed.

Juanita put her hands on his shoulders. As soon as he closed his eyes, she
rammed her knee into his crotch with the force of a speeding train. The
devastating impact from the superhumanly strong girl instantly crushed his
cock and testicles to paste, shattered several bones in his pelvic area, and
sent him to the ground in too much pain and shock to even scream.

She looked down, straight into his terrified eyes. They seemed to be saying,
"Why?"

"You were convicted of raping two teenage girls," she said coldly. "You
appealed it and your conviction was overturned on a technicality. You escaped
justice...until now."

She sat on his chest, letting him feel her weight and strength. She pinned his
head down by placing her left hand on his neck.

Balling her right into a huge, gloved fist, she drew it back.

"Please..." he managed to squeak out in a high-pitched voice, the change in
pitch no doubt coming from the destruction of his nuts.

Juanita smirked, enjoying the look of pure fear on her helpless victim's face
and the absolute dominance she had over him.

Then she landed the blow, her massive leather-gloved fist bursting his skull
open like a shattered melon. Pieces of skull bone and red and brown brain goo
flew everywhere.

Juanita wiped the gore off her black leather gloves as best she could on his
shirt, then stood up and looked around. Satisfied that no one had seen her,
she calmly exited the alley.

* * *

In his second-floor master bedroom in his large mansion, Lance Terrill was
still shaking as he sat at his computer. He had just watched Juanita's brutal
snuff video, where she had killed a man by crushing his penis into paste with
the power of her huge forearm and letting him bleed to death. And he had heard
the warning she had given out at the end of her video, saying that she would
be coming after other violent criminals.

Terrill had good reason to be worried. He had molested his daughter for many
years. When she had finally threatened to go to the police, he had murdered
her. He had been arrested and charged with first-degree murder and child
molestation, but acquitted thanks to his high-priced lawyers. The case had
been quite high-profile, which was why he was so alarmed. Even though it had
been several years ago and most people who had seen it on the news had
forgotten about it, he was still a more visible target than most other sex
offenders, and he knew it.

"Well, she can't kill me if I kill her first," he muttered. If only he could
find out who she was.

He started the video again. At the same time, he took out his cell phone and
dialed a number.

* * *

"Miss Juanita Martinez? Dr. Henson will see you now," said the nurse. Her name
tag read 'Ellie'. Juanita stood up and followed her through the doorway.

She had decided to go to the doctor after discovering just how strong she
really was, wanting to know the reason behind it. She had known Dr. Henson for
years and knew she could trust him with any secret. Especially since she knew
that he had always had a major crush on her.

The slender blonde nurse quickly measured Juanita's height and weight. "5'7",
140 pounds." She looked at the charts in Nita's medical folder. "Wow, your
weight has been amazingly consistent for all the years you've been coming
here."

Nita tossed her long hair. "I try to eat healthy and stay fit."

"I can tell," said Ellie, looking Juanita's body up and down with a bit of
envy, as well as perhaps a bit of sexual attraction? Juanita smiled at the
nurse, who blushed. Nita suppressed a giggle. Her body had that effect on men,
and sometimes women too.

The nurse took Nita's blood pressure. "122 over 81. Also been very consistent
over the years." She then took Juanita's wrist to take her pulse. As Ellie
looked back and forth from her patient's wrist to the second hand on the watch
on her own wrist, she couldn't help noticing how much larger Juanita's was.

Finishing up, the nurse said, "Dr. Henson should be right in."

The doctor entered the room a minute later. He smiled at his attractive female
patient, blushing a little from her beauty. "So what brings you here today,
Nita?" Having known her for years, he addressed her with the diminutive form
of her name.

Juanita looked around furtively, then said, "It's kind of private. Could
you..."

Dr. Henson nodded and closed the door.

"Actually, it's REALLY private. Can I trust you?"

"You know you can, Juanita." He only used the full version of her name when he
was being very serious.

Juanita told him about discovering her superhuman strength. She left out all
the parts about when she had killed people, wanting to keep that completely to
herself. When she had finished, the doctor looked at her a little skeptically.

"I know it's hard to believe," she said. She noticed a smooth, round stone
about the size of a hockey puck that was being used as a paperweight. "Here,
I'll show you."

She picked up the rock in her left hand and closed it into a fist. She then
began squeezing with all her strength. The muscles in her massive, tanned
forearm tensed, becoming even more defined, showing off her superhuman forearm
muscle development.

The rock shattered into a thousand tiny fragments of dust. As Juanita
unclenched her fist and let out a grunt of satisfaction, Dr. Henson's mouth
dropped open in shock.

"Oh my God," he said. "You are...amazing. The way you just crushed that rock
into paste..."

She grinned like a schoolgirl, her femininity in sharp contrast to her huge
muscles. "Thanks."

"Do you know what your wrist measurement is, Juanita?"

"Over seven and a half inches," she answered proudly.

"Wow. I wish mine were that big."

"Mine have grown," said Nita. "When I graduated college, they were just under
seven inches. My biceps have grown too. They used to be around twelve and
three-quarter inches. Now they're over fourteen."

"Has your waist gotten slimmer? It looks a little smaller than it was the last
time I saw you."

"Just a little. It went from 27 inches to 26. And my hip measurement went from
36 inches to 37."

Henson took out a calculator. "26 divided by 37 is 0.7027. The perfect
waist-to-hip ratio on a woman, the ratio that's the healthiest and the most
attractive to men, is 0.7. You're right on the point of perfection." Juanita
responded by twirling her body around sexily. He breathed heavily, turned on.

The doctor regained his composure as best he could, which wasn't easy since
Juanita's display of strength had given him an erection. Luckily, his heavy
white lab coat was covering it. Clearing his throat, he said, "Let me run some
tests, and I'll call you if I find anything significant."

"Thanks, Doc," said Juanita. As she left the room, she almost bumped into
Ellie and gave her an apologetic smile.

* * *

Lance Terrill's cell phone rang. Answering it eagerly, he grinned when he
heard the voice of his hired ally, corrupt FBI Agent Garrison, on the other
end.

"I searched through our database," came the voice. "There have been several
killings that could only have been done by someone of her superhuman strength.
They're all concentrated in the Orange County area of southern California. So
that narrows things down a lot."

Terrill's grin turned to a frown. "That's too close to me, Garrison. What else
did you find out?"

"No woman in the database has a...build like that, so that means she has no
criminal record. And that she never worked for the government, or a defense
contractor."

"Dammit, Garrison. That's not helpful. There are still thousands of women who
could be her."

"I know. But I watched the video and here's what we do know. We know her
general location, her breast size, her hair length and color, and most
importantly, the size of her freakishly large arms. I'll alert my informants
in the Orange County area to be on the lookout. I have spies all over the
country. We'll find her."

"Well, have them hurry," said Terrill. "I've got to nail this bitch before
it's too late. Now I've already wired the standard $5000 search fee to your
Cayman Islands account, and I want you to know that I've upped the reward for
finding her. You tell me exactly who she is and I'll give you half a million."

Agent Garrison grinned as he hung up the phone. That would equal twelve years'
worth of his after-tax salary. He took out his list of southern California
contacts and dialed the first number.

* * *

Juanita snuck up behind the man in the dark, empty parking garage and tapped
him on the shoulder. When he turned around, she greeted him with an incredibly
strong punch into his stomach. The blow was so powerful that it literally went
into his stomach, pulverizing everything in its path. She withdrew her huge,
gloved fist with a squishing sound. He let out a scream of agony, collapsing
to the concrete floor of the parking garage as his blood and guts poured out
of the large hole in his midsection.

"So you molested your nephew," she said to her helpless victim icily. "You
molested him for years and years. Finally, you got busted. The jury convicted
you, but you drew the most liberal, bleeding-heart judge in the system, and he
sentenced you to just one year in prison. Well, now I'm giving you the
sentence you should have gotten."

With that, she rammed her knee into his face, instantly shattering his skull
and sending the remnants of his brains flying everywhere. "I call that move
the Jua-Knee-Ta," she said, laughing to herself at her own bad joke.

* * *

Juanita sat on her bed, playing Tomb Raider and grinning as she moved Lara
Croft through a hall with a series of backflips, then had her blow up a mummy
with a shot from a crossbow. Suddenly, the phone rang. Quickly putting the
game on pause, she picked it up.

It was Dr. Henson. "I've solved the mystery," he announced.

"Do tell!" said Nita eagerly.

"I did some checking through medical records," Henson began. "And I came
across the experiments of a crazy scientist named Dr. Birkenstein. He was just
like the mad scientists you see in movies. Anyway, he managed to create this
serum that gave whoever it was injected into a massive increase in strength
and endurance. Well, not anyone. His lab tests on rats showed that it only
worked on females. He tested guinea pigs, dogs, even monkeys. For all of them,
it still worked on only females. He was angry because he wanted to use it on
himself. Then, since it was useless to him, he decided as a joke to slip the
serum into the supply of tetanus vaccine."

Juanita nodded in understanding. "I got a tetanus booster a few years ago."

"There wasn't much of the serum left after all the tests he did," Henson
continued. "Probably only enough to replace five or six tetanus shots. And any
shots given to males would have no effect. So by the odds, only you and maybe
one or two other women were granted superhuman strength."

She remembered Roxy and shuddered. She hoped there weren't more women out
there like that.

"So where is this Birkenstein character now?" she asked.

"He was found dead in a small town a few months ago. His arms and legs had
been cut off. The corpses of some mercenaries were found near him. They had
been violently killed too. The real mysterious thing about that situation was
that the whole population of the town had just disappeared. No trace was ever
found of them. My guess is that he was running some crazy experiment in that
town that ended up killing almost everyone, and the survivors took their
revenge on him and his men."

"So no one alive knows how to make the serum?"

"That's correct, as far as we know. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing
or a bad thing."

Juanita brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face, trying to let it
all sink in. Her video game lay forgotten. Finally she said, "Thanks for the
information, Doc. I'll call you tomorrow if I have more questions."

"Any time, Nita. Good night."

* * *

Lance Terrill's phone rang. "Give me good news, Garrison," he spoke into it.

"Better than you or I could have hoped for," said the corrupt FBI agent
excitedly. "I got a perfect hit. One of my spies is a nurse. She told me that
a patient came in that matched the description exactly. 36C breasts, long dark
brown hair that went three-quarters of the way down her back, and freakishly
huge wrists and forearms."

"Are we 100 percent positive it's the right woman?" Terrill asked. "I want to
be absolutely certain before going ahead. Not that I have any problem with
killing innocent people (both men shared a laugh at that), but I don't want to
let my guard down if I kill the wrong woman and she's still out there."

"I haven't told you the best part. My informant was listening at the door
while the woman was in the examining room with the doctor. She overheard the
doctor say, 'you crushed that rock into paste'. Apparently the woman was
giving a demonstration of strength."

"That settles it then," said Terrill, grinning with success, but also filled
with fear at hearing of another demonstration of this chick's lethal muscles.
"I'll wire the half million to your Cayman Islands account."

"And I'll fax over the woman's information," said Garrison, dollar signs
dancing in his eyes. "Since my spy's a nurse, she has access to all of this
woman's personal information we could ever want."

Terrill had a look of triumph on his unattractive face as his fax machine
started up. He reached for the first incoming page. "Miss Juanita Martinez."

* * *

Juanita was lying on the deserted beach. She wore a skimpy white bikini that
really showed off how deep her tan was. Virtually all of her magnificent,
muscular, feminine body was on display, from her well-muscled calves and
thighs to her round ass of steel to her rock-hard six-pack abs to her firm 36C
tits, straining to escape the little bikini top, to her massive, veiny arms,
to her elegant face.

Half asleep, she heard a noise like a firecracker. Then she felt a sting on
her chest and heard the firecracker sound again.

Looking up, she saw two men with pistols. They were shooting at her! And there
was no cover.

But...

She remembered the sting and looked down. There was a small red welt just
below her right breast, bleeding slightly. She had already been shot! And that
was all the effect the 9mm bullet had on her superhuman body. She felt another
sting and another red welt appeared on her torso, this one just below her left
breast.

She smiled triumphantly, adrenaline flowing through her. The men had no idea
of her powers. They just thought they hadn't hit her yet.

Juanita threw herself into a tumbling pass, starting with a roundoff, then a
series of back handsprings directly at the men.

As she backflipped at them faster than even an Olympic gymnast could, they
actually stopped shooting for a second in shock.

The men began shooting again and she felt stings on her arms and legs, but
they didn't stop her. Nearing the first gunman, she twisted her flipping body
into a double full twisting layout, kicking him as she twist-flipped and
sending him flying twenty feet through the air. She landed perfectly, staring
at the second man, who was standing ten feet way pointing his gun at her.

He fired two shots. She felt two stings on her chest and winced, but remained
standing and staring right at him.

His mouth dropped open in horror. "What...How...What the fuck ARE you?"

"Your worst nightmare," Nita smirked. With unexpected speed for someone so
muscular, she suddenly did a front tuck somersault to take herself right in
front of him. A lightning-fast kick sent the gun flying out of his hand.

"Say good night," she sneered. With that, she kicked him in the chest. Her
bare foot went all the way through his body. She withdrew her leg, revealing a
huge, foot-shaped hole in his torso. He collapsed to the sand, blood
everywhere.

She walked over to the other man. Her twist flip kick had broken one of his
legs, and he was lying there helplessly, unable to move. He looked up in fear
as the bikini-clad Latina beauty approached him. He had seen her finish off
his comrade and knew that he would be meeting his maker very soon.

Juanita picked up the man's pistol, which had landed several feet away from
him. She pointed it at her own stomach and pulled the trigger. The 9mm bullet
made only a small welt on her incredibly hard abs. The man wet his pants.

"Your puny pea shooters are useless against me," she said. "Now you're going
to tell me who hired you."

"If I do, will you let me live?" he asked, knowing she'd never let him live.

"No. But I'll give you a quick death if you do. If you don't start talking
immediately, I'll break your bones one by one until you tell me what I want to
know, then I'll keep breaking them until you die."

"Okay!" he shouted pleadingly. "We were hired over the Internet. I don't know
the guy's name, he covers his tracks well. He deposited a down payment in our
Cayman Islands bank accounts and was going to pay us the rest when you were
dead."

"So you've got no information for me? I think you can do better than that."
Juanita reached for his arm. His looked small, pale, and weak next to her
darkly tanned, muscular, freakishly big arm. She grabbed it and with a quick
jerk broke it easily. He howled in agony, begging and crying. "That's all I
know, I swear!"

"Hmm. I guess that is all you know. Well, time to kill you then." She calmly
wrapped her tanned, muscular thighs around his head, then gave a single quick
squeeze that brought her thighs together. His skull was squashed flatter than
a pancake between them.

Juanita looked down at her bikini-clad body and saw that the welts caused by
the bullets were healing. The wound from where she had first been shot had
already healed completely.

She decided to talk to Dr. Henson again and tell him everything. It wasn't
like he could do anything to harm or stop her even if he wanted to, and she
was sure he didn't want to. Maybe he would be able to find out who had hired
these men.

She picked up two medium-sized rocks. The mostly sandy beach had some rocks
too, which was one of the reasons why it was unpopular. She also gathered some
rope that had washed up on the shore. Working quickly, she tied a rock to each
man's body.

Nita threw first one corpse, then the other, into the ocean, watching them
sink. She also threw both pistols into the water. She then went back to her
beach towel, folding it up and putting it in her bag, and walked back to her
car.

* * *

Juanita met Dr. Henson at a local restaurant while he was on his lunch break.
She told him everything, including her killing sprees, her fight with Roxy,
the attempt on her life, and her ability to absorb bullet wounds. When she was
finished, the doctor would have been shocked, but so much weird stuff had
happened in the past few days that he was no longer surprised by anything.

"Nita, I know you'd never kill anyone who didn't deserve it," he said, putting
his hand on hers. She smiled at him.

"I came to you because I was wondering if you knew some way of tracking down
who hired those assassins," she said. "I questioned one of them before
finishing him off, but he was hired anonymously and had no idea who hired him.
I'm sure it's someone who saw my snuff video and got scared. But how would he
find out who I was? I was thinking maybe it's a criminal, who was reason to be
scared, who also has access to people's medical records, so that he might have
seen how strong my body is."

"Could be," said Dr. Henson. "I can go on my computer and find out which
clerks in local hospitals and doctors' offices who have access to medical
records also have criminal records. We aren't supposed to hire them but some
doctors are overly forgiving." He stood up and tossed a bill on the table.
Juanita followed him out the door.

When they got to Henson's office, he tried the door, but it was locked.
"That's funny. We don't usually lock the door at lunchtime. Someone's always
in here." He opened the door with his key.

Ellie, the nurse, was in there alone, bent over the fax machine.

She looked up when she heard the door open and a look of alarm appeared on her
face.

"Ellie, why did you lock the door?" asked Dr. Henson.

"I...I didn't. I told the receptionist to go grab some lunch. She might have
locked it on her way out."

"What are you doing?" Juanita asked.

"I...I'm just fixing the fax machine."

"Here, let me do it," Henson offered.

"No!" said Ellie forcefully. "I've got it," she added in a calmer voice.

Something about the nurse's behavior aroused Juanita's suspicions. She swiftly
walked over to the fax machine and looked at it. "You're not fixing it," she
said coldly. "It's not broken. You're trying to erase the records of what
faxes were sent."

"Ellie, why are you doing that?" asked Henson.

Juanita looked at the machine again. "These are my medical records! Someone
faxed my private medical records to...an FBI agent in Washington DC." She
looked at Ellie accusingly. "You did it! And now you're trying to destroy the
evidence."

A panicked look came over the nurse's face and she reached into her pocket.
Withdrawing her hand, she flicked open a switchblade knife and drew her arm
back to attack Nita. But the bigger woman was far too quick for her. A
superhumanly fast kick from Nita's elegant leg sent the knife flying away, and
a backhanded blow from the Latina's fist struck Ellie's face and sent her down
in a crumpled heap. Juanita made sure not to use her full strength, which
would have resulted in a lethal blow. They needed the nurse to talk.

When Ellie regained consciousness, she found that she was tied securely to a
chair. Juanita and Dr. Henson were looking at her.

"Doc called the receptionist and told her to take the rest of the day off,"
said Nita. "And he locked the door again. Nobody else is going to come in.
It's just us." She crossed her muscular arms in front of her, making them look
even bigger. "Stupid, that business with the knife," she said in a low but icy
voice. "You should have tried to talk your way out of it. It might have
worked. Dr. Henson trusts you. Or, I should say, trustED you."

Betrayal was written all over Henson's face. "Why, Ellie, why?"

"I don't make that much money as a nurse!" cried Ellie. "That FBI guy pays me
good money whenever I send him useful information. He paid me $20,000 to send
over her medical records and personal information."

"It can't be just about the money," said Juanita, staring directly into the
nurse's frightened pale blue eyes.

"It's also...well..." Ellie began to sob. "Dr. Henson, I've been trying to
flirt with you for years and you never noticed! But you have no problem
flirting with your attractive female patients. Like HER." Ellie glared at
Juanita as she said it. "And I've always hated being thin and unathletic and
having small breasts! All through high school, more muscular girls bullied me
and pushed me around!"

Henson was shaking his head. Juanita scowled at Ellie. "Have I ever bullied
you or pushed you around? Was I ever anything but nice to you whenever I came
here for an appointment?"

"No, but..."

"No buts about it! Then what gives you the right!" Juanita shook her head in
disgust.

"What's this FBI guy's name? And what's his contact information?" Dr. Henson
asked.

"Agent Garrison. And here's his number." Ellie had a completely defeated look
on her face.

"Did he hire some men to kill me?" Juanita demanded.

"I...I don't think so. I think he's just a liaison, acting on behalf of
someone else."

"Well, we'll have to talk to this Garrison fellow. But now, what to do with
you?" Nita looked straight into Ellie's eyes and in that moment the nurse knew
she was a dead woman.

"Please, don't let her do it," Ellie begged Dr. Henson.

"Look at what you did. You betrayed me. You sent a patient's personal
information to a corrupt FBI agent who's involved in crimes up to and
including murder. And you tried to kill Juanita with a knife just a few
minutes ago." Henson turned to the Latina beauty. "Please do her quickly, she
deserves that much. And wait until I've left the room."

"No problem," said Nita. As soon as the doctor had left, she walked over to
Ellie, reached out with her right hand, and used her superhuman wrist strength
to snap the smaller woman's neck one-handed.

Exiting the office, she went over to Dr. Henson, who had his head buried in
his hands. She held him gently.

"This was the only way," she reassured him. "We couldn't let her go, and if we
turned her over to the police, they'd take over everything and we'd never get
revenge on whoever's behind all this. Now I'm going to track this Agent
Garrison down and make him talk."

"I'll go with you," said the doctor.

"No. It'll be too dangerous. Anyway, you have business here."

"That's true. I'll have to hire a new nurse. I'll just tell everyone that
Ellie walked out and quit. And I'll call the local hospital and ask them to
send over a temporary replacement until a permanent one can be found."

"Good, you do that. As for me, I have a bone to pick with a corrupt Fed."
Juanita gave Dr. Henson a hug. "I'll see you later."

But little did she know that the corrupt Fed was coming to find HER...

* * *

Agent Garrison was in his office when his "off the record" phone rang. He
picked it up. It was Lance Terrill.

"I sent a couple of guys to take that Juanita bitch out. But they've just
disappeared. She must have killed those incompetent boobs. I need some good
men for the job. If you put together a team of mercs and take her out, I'll
give you another half million."

Garrison smiled, already thinking about what to do with the money. "Consider
it done."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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