Juanita's Vengeance  The 4th and final part in a series 
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Juanita takes her final revenge on the man who's trying to kill her


Kira parked her car two blocks away from Lance Terrill's mansion and she and
Juanita got out. Each girl was dressed entirely in black leather, including
steel-toed black boots and long black leather gloves, and each was equipped
with a belt holding flashlight and walkie-talkie. It was the middle of the
night and the young women were perfectly camoflauged. They readied their
weapons. Juanita had a Thompson submachine gun. She was planning to do most of
her killing with her bare hands and feet, but she wanted something that could
kill easily at long range. Kira carried an AK-47 assault rifle with a
wicked-looking bayonet attached to it.

* * *

Lance Terrill grinned as he looked at the small army of men assembled in his
grand ballroom. In addition to his personal security guards, there was a full
platoon of hired mercenaries.

After repeatedly trying to call Agent Garrison and getting no answer, Terrill
had concluded that the corrupt FBI man had failed. He had called the
mercenaries in immediately. One way or another, he was going to take Juanita
down.

* * *

There were two guards standing outside the mansion by the front gate. The
girls snuck up on them. Kira inserted her bayonet into the back of one man's
neck, driving it all the way through. He looked down in surprise at the point
of the bayonet sticking out of his throat, then fell over dead. Juanita
grabbed the second guard, slamming him down and shoving his head between her
hyper-powerful thighs. She then gave a single quick squeeze with her thighs,
vaporizing his skull into paste.

She turned her attention to the iron gate. She gripped one of the bars with
her leather-gloved hand. Although the lower half of her forearm was covered by
the long leather glove, the sleeve of her black leather top was rolled up to
the elbow, leaving the upper half of her thick, tanned, superhumanly muscled
forearm bare and displaying its strength and power to the world. A swift jerk
of her arm and the bar popped free, leaving a space wide enough for the girls
to pass through.

Juanita tossed the bar aside. Kira looked at the bigger woman with admiration.
"I still get so amazed every time you use your strength," she whispered. The
Latina beauty touched the redhead's shoulder affectionately.

Two armed guards approached, patrolling the gardens. The girls ducked behind a
bush. When the guards had passed, they snuck up behind them. Kira smashed the
butt of her rifle onto the first man's head with all her strength, splitting
his skull open like a watermelon and sending brain goo flying everywhere.
Juanita kicked the second man in the back. Her big black boot went all the way
through his body. She withdrew it with a squishing sound. The corpse, with a
huge boot-shaped hole in its torso, slumped to the dirt, torrents of blood and
guts pouring out.

A guard sat on a chair by the front door, holding a shotgun. Hearing something
odd, he began raising his weapon, but suddenly a large rock came flying
through the air at incredible speed, decapitating him. Juanita stepped into
view and grinned at the effect of her thrown rock.

The Latina beauty was about to kick the door to pieces when Kira put a hand on
her shoulder. "Wait. Shouldn't we go in quietly?"

"I guess," Nita conceded. Kira went through the dead guard's pockets and took
out a ring of keys. Quickly finding the right one, she unlocked the front door
and the young women slipped silently into the mansion.

They heard voices and followed the sound. The door to the grand ballroom was
ajar. Juanita peeked inside.

"Fuck, there's a whole army in there," she whispered. "Kira, if you want,
since your body is much more vulnerable than mine..."

"Oh no," Kira whispered back. "We came here together, and we'll finish this
together."

The women quickly made a battle plan. Juanita had noticed that a catwalk ran
along each side of the big room, and there were several pillars along the
catwalks that would provide excellent cover. When they had agreed on what to
do, they hugged each other tightly, then split up.

Kira went upstairs, then through empty halls and rooms until she was almost
directly over the first floor ballroom. A narrow door stood right in front of
her. "That must be the door to the catwalk," she thought. She opened the door
cautiously...and found herself staring right into a guard's face.

He tried to draw his gun, but the athletic redhead was much too quick for him.
She punched him in the nose, breaking it and sending him down. As he was
falling, she kneed him in the face, further mutilating his nose. She then
wrapped her slender but muscular thighs around his neck and twisted her slim,
boyish hips 180 degrees, snapping his neck.

Nita's walkie-talkie crackled faintly. "All clear," came Kira's voice. "I have
a good firing position."

"Great," she whispered back. "Let's do it."

Juanita, always one for dramatic entrances, kicked the ballroom door down,
sending it flying far and fast with the strength of her legs. The heavy wooden
door sailed horizontally through the air and struck three men in the head,
smashing their skulls open and killing them instantly.

The surviving men stared in horror. Juanita, her long dark hair flowing behind
her, stood in the doorway, machine gun aimed at the crowd and looking like a
goddess of death. Lance Terrill, in the back of the room, cursed to himself.

"Let's rock n'roll, boys," she laughed. She fired off a long burst from her
machine gun, pumping eight men full of holes before any could react. Their
corpses crashed to the wooden floor, blood squirting from the large holes in
their bodies.

There were still many men left, and they began shooting with submachine guns
and pistols. Bullets struck her, a few at first, causing stinging welts but no
real damage. She fired back, killing two or three men with each quick burst
from her gun, but more kept coming to take their places. She felt stings on
her back. Someone was shooting her from behind. She whirled, seeing a man on
the left catwalk, and fired a single perfectly aimed shot, nailing him right
between the eyes. She turned back to the crowd and resumed killing them.

The impact of bullets on her body became heavier and faster as the men zeroed
in on her. She stumbled.

Juanita had ordered Kira to wait until she was in trouble before joining the
fight from the right catwalk, not wanting to put her in danger. Now, Kira knew
it was time. She opened fire with her AK-47, killing four men with her first
burst.

Shouts and curses came from the survivors, and half of them turned and began
firing at Kira, who had already ducked safely behind a stone pillar. Juanita,
the impact of bullets on her body lessened, stood up straight and emptied the
remaining ammunition in her magazine into the men in another long burst,
killing six more.

Wanting to get the men focused back on her and not on Kira, Juanita threw her
gun aside instead of reloading it and let out a high-pitched warrior cry. She
then performed a tumbling pass towards the men, starting with a roundoff and
then a series of whip-backs. She backflipped at them so quickly that she
became impossible to hit. When she reached them, she threw herself into a
triple full twisting layout, kicking three men and breaking their necks. She
landed perfectly on her feet.

Kira leaned out and began shooting again, taking out one or two men at a time,
then ducking before popping out to fire again. Lance Terrill, panicking, ran
out through the rear door of the ballroom.

Juanita punched the nearest man in the head, pulverizing it into paste. She
smashed her fist into another man's chest, ripping out his heart. Sweeping out
with her leg, she tripped another thug to the ground, then kicked him in the
head as if she was kicking a soccer ball, kicking it clean off and sending it
flying across the room.

A goon came up and punched her in the stomach. He screamed in pain as all the
bones in his hand broke as it impacted her harder-than-steel abs. Blowing him
a kiss, she punched him in his own stomach, her fist driving itself deep into
his body. She ripped his guts out as she withdrew her leather-gloved fist,
laughing as the mortally wounded man collapsed to the floor.

She smiled wickedly at a man who was frantically reloading his submachine gun.
Juanita put her booted foot on his chest for leverage, then savagely used her
brute strength to rip off his arms, leaving the man screaming as he bled to
death. She threw the arms like javelins into the chests of two more men,
killing both instantly. For her next lethal and athletic move, she leapt into
the center of a circle of men and did a handstand, splitting her legs 180
degrees as she stood on her hands. She then spun herself around incredibly
fast, turning her feet into deadly blades that went ripping through half a
dozen male torsos, shredding them to pieces.

Unseen by either of the girls, one man used the holes in a stone pillar to
climb up it, sneaking towards Kira. He waited until she paused to reload her
assault rifle, then leapt out at her, raising his pistol. Kira's
lightning-fast reflexes saved her. She kicked the weapon out of his hand,
sending it flying over the balcony.

Cursing, he pulled a knife and advanced on her. She dodged as he slashed at
her, then bayoneted him right in the heart. Kicking the corpse aside, she
finished reloading and fired another burst down into the room, killing three
more men.

Juanita did a standing back handspring, kicking two men at once and
decapitating both of them. Landing elegantly, she grabbed another man, lifted
him into the air, and simply ripped him in half. She advanced on the next man
until she had backed him up against one of the stone pillars, then pivoted and
fired a high side kick into his face. Her booted foot squashed his head flat
against the pillar. Turning on another man, she shoved him to the floor, then
did a flip throw like female soccer players sometimes did...only his head took
the role of the ball. Her athletic move ripped his head off and sent it flying
with such force that it flew clean across the room and embedded itself in the
far wall.

There were now only three men left alive in the room. Two began running away
towards the back door. Kira stood up straight, set her AK-47 to
semi-automatic, and fired a single shot into the back of each man, nailing
each straight through the heart. As the men fell dead, she laughed aloud at
her markswomanship.

The last man fell to his knees in front of Juanita, begging for his life. She
just sneered and balled her right hand into a huge, gloved fist. He closed his
eyes in fear.

She punched downward into his head, her fist going right through his skull.
Withdrawing her fist, she raised it up high, holding something. It was his
brain.

Kira climbed down the stone pillar and hurried over to Juanita. "Are you
okay?"

Juanita looked down at her body. "Yeah. I'm healing up nicely."

Kira looked at the open back door. "Lucky we put that tracking device on
Terrill's car," she smirked. The girls shared a laugh.

* * *

In the back seat of his black Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedan, Lance Terrill was
on his cell phone. "How long before the private jet can be ready? Thirty
minutes? Well, hurry it up."

He hung up the phone. "Drive faster," he ordered his chauffeur.

* * *

The jet was almost ready to go. The pilot and copilot were in the cockpit.
Lance Terrill and his chauffeur, each carrying a suitcase, headed towards the
plane.

Terrill suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he stared in
shock when he saw his ex-wife standing there.

"Hey, asshole," snarled Kira. She whacked him in the face with her rifle,
knocking him out.

The chauffeur turned around. Seeing Kira, he reached for a pistol in his
shoulder holster.

"Over here, fuckhead," came a voice. He whirled and saw Juanita standing
there. He began aiming his gun, but she kicked it out of his hand, then kicked
him in the groin. He fell to the ground, howling in agony. Her kick had not
only completely destroyed his cock and balls and turned them into paste, but
also shattered his pelvic bones. She grabbed him by his hair and lifted his
head.

"Night night," she cooed. She kneed him in the face, pulverizing his skull
into blood-soaked pieces.

She felt a sting on her chest. The copilot had come out of the plane and was
shooting at her with a pistol. Two more stings. She growled. The pain made her
angry.

Juanita performed a front tuck somersault towards him. Landing right in front
of her victim, she kicked the gun out of his hand, then did a handstand and
grabbed him around the waist with her thighs. She lifted him into the air and
squeezed her legs together, ripping him in half with her thighs.

The noise from the plane's engines grew louder. The pilot was taking off! As
the business jet raced down the runway, Juanita and Kira both opened fire with
their machine guns. Smoke began trailing from the plane. It lifted into the
air...then began wobbling. The wobbles grew larger and turned into a nosedive.

Two seconds later, the plane crashed, exploding in a massive orange fireball.

Lance Terrill woke up and opened his eyes. He saw his ex-wife and his would-be
target pointing their machine guns at him.

"Well, what are you waiting for, cunts?" he growled. "Go ahead and shoot me."

"We could," said Kira. "But I'd much rather beat you to death."

She tossed her gun to Juanita, who caught it neatly. "Come on, get up, you
pussy. Be glad you're not fighting her. She'd kill you with one punch. I'm
smaller than you. Or aren't you man enough to fight me?"

Cursing and spitting, Terrill stumbled to his feet. At 5'8" and 155 pounds, he
wasn't that big, but Kira at 5'4" and 115 pounds looked quite petite next to
him. She was not afraid, however. She knew that she was in fitness-model shape
and he was an unathletic slob.

Terrill swung a punch at Kira's face. She sidestepped it easily. He swung
another, which she blocked with her slender, feminine forearm. Before he could
move, she punched him in the nose, breaking it, then nailed him in the jaw
with her other fist, knocking one of his teeth loose. She kicked him in the
chest.

Not letting her booted foot touch the ground, she raised her attacking leg
again and kicked him cheerleader-style hard in the face, sending him flying
backwards with his arms and legs flailing. He landed in a crumpled heap.

Kira looked over at Juanita. "I have some gymnastics skills too," she said
proudly. With that, the slim redhead performed a tumbling pass of a roundoff
followed by two back handsprings to take herself over to her helpless victim.
Juanita smiled and applauded.

Kira looked down at Terrill. "How does it feel to be the abusee instead of the
abuser?" she taunted him as she viciously stomped on his face. Drawing her
elegant leg back, she kicked him in the side, cracking one of his ribs. "Get
up, you pussy. What kind of pathetic excuse for a man lets his wife beat him
up so easily?"

Motivated by her insults, Terrill stood up and began charging her, only to be
brutally stopped by Kira's powerful kick to his stomach. As he doubled over,
she added to his pain by pummeling his gut with several punches. She then
fired off a perfectly aimed roundhouse kick that impacted his cracked rib,
breaking it completely. While he was holding his side in agony, she did a
cartwheel, kicking him in the head with both boots and sending his hands
flying upward to this new wound.

Terrill began to beg. "Please, Kira! Enough! You win! I'll give you whatever
you want. I'll give you all my millions of dollars! Just please don't kill
me!"

"Too bad, fucker," Kira snarled. "I don't want your money. I want your death."
She went back to beating him, punching him in the eye and turning it black. As
he opened his mouth to beg some more, she made him scream instead when she
kneed him in the crotch with all her strength. A vicious headbutt from the
slim woman knocked him to the ground again.

Kira did a front handspring to take herself directly over her victim. Grabbing
him by the hair, she began kneeing him in the face repeatedly, sending blood
spraying with each hit. Her knee rammed into his mutilated face again and
again. Finally, she let him crumple to the concrete, semiconscious.

"Nita, will you?" she asked, nodding at Terrill's groin, then at Juanita's
forearms.

Understanding immediately, the muscular Latina smiled. "With pleasure."

Juanita's sleeves had rolled all the way down during the fight at the mansion,
so she rolled them up, once again displaying her massive, tanned,
hyper-muscular forearms. Terrill, seeing her, realized what was about to
happen.

"No!" he cried. "Please, don't!" He tried to crawl away.

Ignoring his pleas, Juanita calmly walked over to him, catching up with him
easily. She yanked his pants and underwear down, then gripped his cock with
her gloved fist. Despite his terror, Juanita was so beautiful that Terrill
became turned on and his penis got hard.

She gave a single quick squeeze, her forearm muscles leaping into even more
extreme definition. Terrill howled in agony louder than he ever had in his
life as Nita's single squeeze crushed his cock into paste. She opened her
fist, letting the pieces of red, bloody meat slide to the ground.

Terrill passed out from the intensity of the pain. Juanita and Kira whispered
to each other, grinning as they decided on the perfect finisher.

Kira went into Terrill's private hangar. The multimillionaire had had two
private jets. The smaller one, which he had been planning to escape in because
it could be gotten ready faster, was the one that had been destroyed courtesy
of Kira's and Juanita's markswomanship, but the larger jet was still there.
Kira climbed into the cockpit and started the engines. Meanwhile, Juanita tore
a piece off of Terrill's pants and used it to make a crude bandage so that he
wouldn't bleed to death too quickly.

Kira came out, giving a thumbs-up. Nita grinned and nodded, then bitch-slapped
Terrill several times across the face to wake him up.

"Finishing time, asshole," sneered Kira as she grabbed him by his ankles.
Juanita grabbed his arms. Together the girls carried him into the hangar. The
jet's engines were humming loudly.

They began swinging him. "One!"

"No!" shrieked Terrill as he realized what they were going to do.

The girls simply laughed at him. "Two!"

"And launch!" With that, Juanita and Kira tossed their victim through the air
and right into one of the plane's engines. There was a horrible scream, then a
blender-like sound as the engine shredded his body into thousands of pieces.
Blood sprayed everwhere, coating both girls.

The two stunning young women looked at each other as their heart rates slowly
returned to normal. Finally Juanita said, "Justice is served."

"With a heartily-portioned side of gore," added Kira.

"How do you feel?" the darkly-tanned Latina asked her friend.

The redhead took a deep breath. "I feel good."

"Me too," agreed Nita. "We did the right thing. He won't be raping or
murdering any more girls." She paused, eyeing the smaller woman's athletic
body. "You're a great fighter. Loved the way you kicked your ex's ass."

Kira blushed. "Thanks, Nita." She looked at the body parts and blood scattered
everywhere, including on her. "Let's get out of here before the cops show up.
And we both need to shower."

"Agreed," said Juanita, looking down at her own bloodsoaked muscular body. "By
the way, I think I'll continue my new career of crushing sex offenders' cocks
into paste and posting videos of them on the Internet. Would you like to be my
camerawoman?"

"I'd love to," replied Kira. She put her gloved hand in Juanita's and the two
girls walked out of the hangar together.

THE END

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