Juanita's Charge  Part 3 in a series 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Juanita meets a new enemy...and a new ally


Juanita heard a knock on her door. Peering through the peephole, she saw that
it was Dr. Henson. She opened the door and greeted him with a warm smile.

"I'm guessing you'll be leaving on your trip soon," he said. He handed her an
envelope.

"What's this?" She opened it and found a dozen $100 bills.

"Just a little something to help pay for plane tickets, hotel room, that sort
of thing. I know you've had to take a lot of time away from your job."

"Thanks, Dr. Henson." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. He blushed.

"So...ah...I've hired a new permanent nurse," he continued. "I don't think
I'll be having any jealousy problems with this one. She's fit and muscular.
Not as muscular as you, of course." At that, Nita grinned.

"There's something I wanted to ask you," the Latina beauty said.

She told him what Melanie had told her about her arms. "Is that true? Do I
really have a positive genetic mutation that gave me extra muscles on my
forearms?"

The doctor looked closely at Juanita's massive, ultra-developed forearms, with
both professional and personal interest. "Can I... touch them?" he asked, a
little shyly.

She laughed and tossed her long hair. "Of course."

He felt her powerful muscles, imagining the strength they held. Finally he
said, "You definitely do have extra muscles on each forearm. It's not
necessarily a mutation, but rather a dormant gene that was activated when the
serum was injected into your body. Now at lunch the other day, you said that
you were able to...to crush those guys'..."

"Crush those guys' cocks into paste just by squeezing them with my fists," she
finished proudly.

"Um, yes," he said, a little nervously. She noticed his fear and held him
protectively.

"Don't worry! I would never do that to you!"

He smiled at her, blushing again, and went on. "Anyway, you have twice the
forearm muscles normal people have. Because strength is measured by a cubic
factor and two cubed is eight, that gives you eight times the strength. And
since you were already athletic enough to be stronger than the average man,
right now your forearms are probably ten or twelve times stronger than the
typical male's."

"Wow," she said. "This corrupt Fed and his goons are going to get a real
hurting." She made a huge fist.

"You have unusually large fists too," said Dr. Henson. "But you still manage
to look amazingly feminine." Now it was Juanita's turn to blush.

"Any new medical developments I should know about?" asked the doctor.

"Not really. Except that my tumbling skills have grown as well. I used to be
able to do full twists, but not double fulls. Now I can do doubles easily."

"Sorry. I'm not really familiar with gymnastics terms."

"Here, let me show you on the lawn." Nita walked over to the edge of the large
field of grass and positioned her firm body.

"This is what I was able to do before." She did a roundoff, then a back
handspring, then a full twisting layout, moving away from the doctor.

He applauded. "Very impressive, Juanita!"

She grinned. "Thanks, but you ain't seen nothing yet." She jogged backwards a
distance, knowing she would need a lot of room for what she was going to do
next.

"And this is what I can do now." With that, the slender but muscular brunette
threw herself into a long tumbling pass back towards him that would have made
any professional cheerleader girl jealous. She performed a front tuck,
roundoff, two whip backs, a kick-full, two back handsprings, two more whip
backs, and finished with a double full twist, landing elegantly on her

feet just in front of Dr. Henson.

His mouth dropped open. "Oh my God." At the display of her sheer athleticism,
his cock had gotten hard and he tried to hide it. He was glad he carried his
medical bag everywhere.

She giggled. "I know!"

He tried to regain his composure. "So...ah...I'll see you later. Let me know
how your trip works out."

"You'll be the first to know," she promised as she waved goodbye to him, even
that light movement enough to make her forearm muscles ripple like waves.

* * *

The petite redhead shifted her small weight as she found herself a new
position hiding in the bushes, spying on Lance Terrill's house. Her patience
was finally rewarded when a black Chevy Suburban drove up and a man in a
business suit and dark sunglasses got out and went into the mansion. She could
see that there were several other men waiting in the vehicle.

A few minutes later, the man in sunglasses came back out. He got back into the
car and it started off. She wondered who he was. If Terrill was involved in
something crooked, and this was one of his criminal associates, maybe she
could use this to finally take him down.

Unseen by any of the men, the slim woman crept back to her own car and began
following them.

Inside the Suburban, corrupt FBI Agent Garrison, seated in the front passenger
seat, began giving instructions to his men. "All right, mission's on, boys.
Now my spy's mysteriously disappeared and I haven't been able to contact her,
but between what she sent us earlier and what I just got from the big man, we
have all the information we need. We break into her place as soon as it gets
dark, kill her, put the body in the trunk, tie a concrete block to it, and
chuck it into the lake. Any questions?"

The four other men in the vehicle, thugs with long criminal records who had
been "recruited" by the corrupt Federal agent to serve him instead of serving
prison time, shook their heads. All five were grinning in anticipation of
killing and earning a fat wad of cash.

* * *

The black Suburban parked half a block from Juanita's door and the five men
got out. Each was carrying a submachine gun. They made their way through the
darkness towards her house.

"You come with me around to the back," Garrison whispered to the driver. "You
three hit the front."

Unseen by any of them, the redheaded woman was still following them. She was
frightened. It was just her, an unarmed woman, against five men with machine
guns. But she knew they were about to murder an innocent person and there was
no time to call 911. She had courage enough to control her fear. She had to do
something. She *would* do something.

* * *

Juanita finished packing her suitcase and set it by her bed. She had made
plane reservations to Washington DC and her flight would leave early tomorrow
morning. Wanting to get a good night's sleep, she was about to slip into bed
when she heard a strange noise coming from the front door.

She began moving towards the noise. She made a powerful and sexy picture.
Since she had been about to go to bed, she was dressed only in black thong
panties and a tight black T-shirt.

Her body was tanned a deep, even brown and her muscular legs, round
bubble-butt, steel-hard six pack abs, and massive and toned but feminine arms
were all on display. Her firm, round 36C breasts were braless and clearly
outlined underneath her top. Though she stood only 5'7" and 140 pounds, she
was confident in the knowledge that she was many times stronger than a man
twice her size. Her very long dark brown hair flowed free, going
three-quarters of the way down her back, and her matching dark brown eyes and
her high-cheekboned face showed a determined look.

She peeked through the window and gasped when she saw three men with
submachine guns standing on her front porch. One of them was picking the lock.
Then she heard a noise from the back. More enemies must be there!

Juanita's superhuman body had been able to handle two men with pistols. But
she didn't know how well it would stand up to a whole gang carrying machine
guns, and she didn't want to find out the hard way.

She had a gun collection in a safe, but it would take too long to unlock. She
hid behind some furniture in a way that she would be unseen from both the
front and back doors and waited.

The front door swung open and the three men stalked in, advancing cautiously.
Juanita tensed her muscular body.

Like a missile, she front flipped over a couch and flew straight at the
shocked men. Her bare feet impacted two men and sent them flying. The third
fired a long burst from his submachine gun directly into her chest. Nita
screamed in pain, feeling like she was being stung by a swarm of fire ants,
but remained standing.

"WHAT?!" said the man with the gun, staring in shock. Taking advantage of his
surprise, Juanita performed a front layout flip to take herself right in front
of him. His finger moved toward the trigger, but before he could fire again,
she kicked him in the face. Her kick was so powerful that it broke his neck,
leaving his head dangling from his body at an odd angle. The deformed corpse
collapsed to the floor.

The back door was smashed open and Garrison and his driver stormed in, guns at
the ready. Suddenly, a shape sailed through the air in a flying kick and a
small, booted foot impacted Garrison's back, knocking him into his comrade and
sending both of them down.

The petite redheaded woman landed neatly from her flying kick and picked up
Garrison's submachine gun. She fired into both men. Garrison was lucky, as her
bullets impacted his bulletproof vest. His driver was not so lucky. The
bullets hit him lower, shredding his upper thighs and opening the femoral
artery in each of his legs. It took him less than thirty seconds to bleed to
death.

One of the remaining men by the front door began raising his gun, but Juanita
was far too quick for him. She elegantly but quickly snatched up the
submachine gun of the man she had just kicked to death and fired at the other
thug, sending half a dozen bullets into his head and turning his brains into
goo. Seeing the third man semiconscious and moaning, she fired several rounds
into his feet and ankles so he couldn't move.

While Juanita and the mysterious redhead were both focused on the front door,
Garrison stood up and raced out the back door, running for his life. He leapt
into the Suburban and roared off with a squeal of tires. How could it have
gone so wrong? And who was that bitch who had gotten the drop on him?

Juanita looked at the other woman, who was standing over the man she had
killed like a kitten that had just killed her first mouse. "Thanks," said the
Latina beauty. "Um...who are you?"

"My name is Kira Settles," said the redhead. "I've been spying on my
ex-husband because I think he's up to something. Today I saw THESE guys come
up to his house. I followed them when they left and they came here. I saw that
they had guns and knew they were coming to kill somebody, so I decided to...
you know."

"Wow, Kira. You're very brave."

The smaller woman blushed, her red face matching her red hair. "Well, it's...I
just did what I thought everyone should do."

The man with the bullet-shattered ankles moaned. "Let's take care of this guy.
Then we can catch up with each other," said Nita. The girls advanced on him
with their machine guns.

When questioned, the thug stated that he was just a mercenary who didn't know
much, even after Juanita shot both his kneecaps to pieces with her gun to
motivate him. She shook her head. "Guess we'll have to grab that guy who ran
off."

"He was the one who went in to meet my ex," added Kira.

"As for you." Nita addressed the terrified, crippled man on the ground. "Since
you're no use, I'll just finish you off." Without further ado, she sat on his
thighs and drew back a massive fist, then punched him in the chest so hard
that her fist went straight through his bulletproof vest and all the way
through his body. She withdrew it with a squishing sound, blood pouring out of
the corpse's massive fist-shaped hole.

"That hole's a lot bigger than the ones bullets leave," she laughed. "And body
armor can't stop it."

Kira's mouth dropped open in shock. "How..."

"It's a long story." She explained it all to her new friend, then added, "See
all these red welts on my chest? Those are bullet impacts. They should be
fully healed in a few minutes."

Kira's mouth was still open. Finally she said, "Wow."

"I know," said Juanita. Her eyes traveled to the weapon in the smaller woman's
hands. "Nice work finishing that guy back there."

"Thanks. That was my first time shooting a gun."

"Really? Wow. You were good. You didn't lose control on full auto. I bet you
have a good natural talent for weapons."

"I hope I do. You must be an expert."

"Well, sort of. Well, yeah." Juanita blushed a little.

"Hey, what about going after that other guy?" Kira asked.

"Yeah, him. Do you know what kind of car he has?"

"Yes, but I have something better. I put a tracking device on his car. We can
track him down anywhere, anytime."

"You go, girl. Come on, let's get rid of these corpses, then we can hunt that
fucker down and find out what's really going on."

Juanita turned on the lights and got a good look at Kira for the first time.
She was petite, about 5'4" and 115 pounds, with shoulder-length red hair and
green eyes. She wore jeans and a long-sleeved white top, but signs of her
athleticism and muscularity were visible. A hint of six-pack abs peeked out
from between jeans and top, and the tight top showed off the outline of a pair
of slender but toned arms. Her breasts were small and firm and round and
looked like 34B's. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. Juanita
smiled, liking what she saw. Like most women, she was a little bicurious.

After getting rid of the bodies, the girls got into Kira's car and began
tracking the final intruder. They chatted as they drove.

"What was your ex-husband's name?" Juanita asked.

"Lance Terrill. Boy, what a creep. I can't believe I married him. He was rich
and charming and I was young and stupid. We met, I fell in love, we got
married and had a daughter. Then I found out the perverted asshole was
molesting her. Then when he found out I knew, the fucker...he...he murdered
her."

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," said Juanita, touching the smaller woman on the
shoulder comfortingly.

"He was arrested and went to trial. He hired three fancy high-priced lawyers,"
Kira went on. "The lawyers used every dirty trick in the book and got him
acquitted. And now he's free as a bird and rich as a king. Well, not anymore.
He's going to get what's coming to him."

Juanita nodded in understanding. "Remember when I told you about that snuff
video I made and posted on the Internet? He must have seen it and gotten
worried that he'd be my next target."

"That's why he must have hired those guys to kill you," Kira nodded.

"The funny thing is, I was operating locally and he was a little out of my
range," said Juanita. "If he had just let things be, I probably never would
have heard of him. He brought this all on himself."

"Seems like our runaway friend has stopped somewhere," said Kira as she looked
at her tracking device. "Let's finish him off before he can tell anyone or get
more reinforcements, then let's get my asshole ex-husband."

* * *

Agent Garrison had finally calmed down after driving several miles. He was
alive, and that was the important thing. He could simply hire a new crew, take
Juanita out, and collect his money. And if that annoying redhead showed up
again, he'd take her out too.

Garrison decided not to tell Terrill of the disaster, guessing that it would
only get him yelled at and perhaps even replaced by another crew. No, he would
hire more mercenaries, do the job, and then call Terrill and pretend that
everything had gone perfectly the first time.

He pulled into an all-night diner to freshen up and grab a bite to eat.
Looking around nervously as he got out of his car, he saw no one. Sighing in
relief, he hurried into the restaurant.

* * *

"There. He must be in that diner," said Kira, pointing.

"Do you want to do him, or shall I?" asked Nita.

"Um...you do him. I'm still kind of new at this. But when the time comes,
Terrill is mine."

"Agreed," said Juanita, tossing her long dark hair and ruffling the small
redhead on the back. "When he comes out, I'll jump him as soon as he's out of
the field of view of anyone in the diner. You keep a lookout."

Fifteen minutes later, the corrupt FBI agent, dressed in dark suit and dark
sunglasses, came out of the restaurant. He rounded a corner...and came face to
face with Juanita. Recognizing her, he froze in fear.

"You must be Agent Garrison," said the feminine Latina beauty. "Your spy Ellie
told me about you before I killed her."

He sprang into action suddenly and tried to draw his gun, but she was much too
quick for him. She kicked the gun out of his hand and caught the weapon as it
came down.

"Here's what I think of your popgun," she said. With that, Nita grabbed the
barrel of the pistol with her leather-gloved fist and began squeezing. There
was a horrible screech of metal. When she opened her hand, the gun barrel was
revealed to have been twisted into a mutilated, useless lump.

Garrison felt something warm trickle down his leg. He had wet himself.
"Wh...what kind of monster are you?" he stammered.

"I'm a mean muscle bitch," she smirked. "And here's how easily I can kill
you." With that, she placed her hands on either side of his head and clapped
them together, instantly crushing his skull completely flat between them. The
remnant of his head was now shaped like a narrow dinner plate. She ripped it
off with a quick jerk and threw it like a discus, her strength being
sufficient to launch it several hundred yards.

"Oh my God," Kira moaned softly. "You're so strong. My muscle goddess." She
dropped to her knees and kissed Juanita's crotch.

"Mmm, in private," Nita whispered. The two girls climbed back into Kira's car.

"I've always had a thing for Latinas," said Kira, during one of her breaks for
air as she was going down on Juanita.

"Funny. I've always had a thing for redheads," the bigger woman responded,
arching her muscular back as sensations of pleasure surged through her body.
It wasn't long before she came hard, coating the little redhead's face with
sticky girl cum. After that they switched positions. Soon Kira came all over
Juanita's face.

* * *

"One thing left," said Juanita as they pulled back into her driveway. "Lance
Terrill and his goons. Let's gear up, then let's go get him. I have weapons in
the basement."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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