Juanita's New Career, Part 2
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Lethal girl's adventures take her up against criminals and cops


Juanita Rose Martinez parked her brand-new black Audi in front of the small
hardware store. The pretty Latina had just begun her new career as an enforcer
for an organized crime group. With the 'demonstration' against a couple of
guys who had been skimming from the organization she had given Tony, her new
boss, the previous week, he had already paid her enough to pay cash for the
$57,000 Audi and make a down payment on a large mansion.

In the passenger seat was Brian, an accountant for the organization. He looked
at her a little nervously. "Is there going to be...gore?" he asked. They had
been sent to collect the protection money that all the businesses in the
neighborhood were required to pay. After Tony had raised the weekly rate by
10%, the owner of the hardware store had refused to pay the extra money. Brian
had heard about what Juanita had done to the two men who had been skimming and
he was quite apprehensive.

Juanita smiled at him. He was a small, skinny, nerdy, shy guy, a submissive
beta male, just the type she liked and just the type that paired well with a
dominant alpha female like her. "I hope not," she said. "I killed those two
guys last week, and enjoyed every second of it, because they were slimeballs
who stole from their own people. This guy's just a small businessman trying to
make a living. I'd rather just get the money without using violence. But
whether or not I have to use violence is entirely up to him." Juanita had a
dark, sadistic side, but she also had a certain code of ethics, as well as a
certain degree of sympathy for the small businesspeople who were being
squeezed dry by the government. The amount of money Tony took from those
people was far less than what they had to pay in taxes, and the organization
really did provide protection for those who paid up. The government gave them
nothing - worse than nothing, really - in return for their taxes, allowing
criminals and illegal aliens to roam the streets free and terrorize decent
people.

Brian still looked nervous. Juanita said, "If you're that worried, you can
stay in the car until I give the all-clear. Then you can look through their
books like Tony wanted and make sure everything's accurate."

"No, it's okay. I'll go with you." Brian was strongly attracted to Juanita and
didn't want to seem scared in front of her.

"Great. Let's go." The two of them made a bit of an odd pair. Brian, who was
wearing a business suit, was a small, thin, and unathletic man at 5'6" and 130
pounds. He had medium-brown hair and pale skin, and wore glasses. He was in
his late twenties, but looked younger, almost boyish. But he was very smart
and very loyal, and a valuable part of Tony's group.

Juanita stood at 5'7" and 140 pounds, though with the stiletto high heels she
was wearing, her height was boosted to 5'11". She wore a knee-length black
skirt that showed off her muscular, diamond-shaped calves, a white blouse with
the sleeves rolled up to display her massive, muscular forearms, and black
wrist-length leather gloves. She had a very deep brown tan from her outdoorsy
nature and Latina heritage. Her hair was dark brown and long, going down to
the middle of her back, and tastefully coiffed in a very feminine look. Her
eyes had the same dark brown color. Despite her ultra-toned muscles, her
36-26-37 figure left no doubt that she was all woman. Her firm,
gravity-defying, all-natural C-cup breasts were straining to break free of the
blouse that struggled to contain them, and her face was elegant and
high-cheekboned, on par with those of the best supermodels. Though in her
early thirties, she looked a decade younger.

Juanita knocked on the door. It was eight in the morning and the store wasn't
yet open. They could take care of business without being disturbed.

The door opened halfway. A white-haired man in overalls stood there and said,
"We're not open yet."

"You the owner?" she asked. He nodded.

"Tony sent us," said Juanita calmly.

His mouth dropped open in shock. This skinny, nerdy guy and this pretty woman
were the ones sent to collect the money?

Before he could move, Juanita had pushed the door open and let herself in.
Brian followed behind her and closed the door behind them.

"You know what the deal is," she said. "So let's just get this done with. Give
us the money and we'll go."

"You don't understand," he said. "I can't afford it." He wasn't very nervous
yet. That was about to change.

"Look at how huge my forearms are," she said, showing them off. "My wrist
measurement is over seven and a half inches." Her arms moved as she talked,
the slightest movement causing the unbelievably well-developed muscles to
dance as if they had a life of their own. "Do you have any idea how much
damage these can do?" As he stared at her massive forearms with their
perfectly even, dark brown tan, he became frightened, but was too stubborn to
give in just yet.

"Please. I really can't..."

"I think you can." Juanita picked up an anvil and squeezed it with her
leather-gloved right fist. There was a horrible screeching sound. When she
opened it again, all that was left of the tool was a crumpled, deformed sheet
of metal. Not finished yet, she picked up a butcher knife and stabbed herself
in the chest with it, right between her large breasts. She withdrew the blade
with a squishing sound. There was a single drop of blood, then the wound
quickly healed.

The shop owner wet his pants in fear. Juanita couldn't help giggling a little.
Brian gulped. He had known what to expect, but personally seeing her in action
for the first time was something that nothing else could substitute.

"Please! Take it all! Just don't rip me apart!" The owner was now on his
knees, begging in terror.

She laughed. "Relax, old man. We just want 10 percent over and above the old
rate. Just hand the green to Brian here and let him look at your ledgers." He
immediately nodded and got up to obey.

"I'll be in the car," the sultry brunette went on. "Just come out when you're
finished, B. I know he won't give you any trouble." She winked at the elderly
hardware store owner and he trembled.

* * *

Once back in the car and driving away, Brian turned to Juanita. "That was...I
mean, I knew what was coming, but still, it was so...You're a goddess."

Juanita smiled and blushed slightly. "I'm not a goddess. I'm not invincible."

"Well, you're at least several dozen times stronger than me. Are men always
intimidated by you?"

"Pretty much. It comes with the territory."

Brian was about to ask another question when the radio suddenly squawked.
"This is HQ calling Latina Vixen," came Tony's voice. "Come in, Latina Vixen."

Juanita picked up the receiver. "Latina Vixen here. We're just coming out of
the hardware store. Got the cash, no blood spilled."

"Good," said Tony. "But I was calling to tell you you'll have to take a slight
detour before coming back to HQ. A convenience store under our protection was
just robbed by three punks in a blue Jeep. They're only three blocks from you,
heading north on 14th Street. You know what to do."

"Got it, boss. Over and out." She turned to Brian. "This time, there's going
to be gore. Guaranteed." She grinned wickedly. The accountant swallowed hard.

Juanita spun the wheel around hard, making a perfect action-movie style
U-turn. An excellent driver, soon she was in hot pursuit of the three thugs.
They tried to shake her, but couldn't. In desperation, the thug in the back
seat of the Jeep whipped out a pistol and opened fire. The bullets shattered
the rear window of the Jeep, but merely made dents on the Audi's front window.
She grinned, glad that she had been quick to have Tony's men install the
bulletproof glass. Her superhumanly muscled body was in little danger from
handgun bullets, but she wanted Brian or whoever else was riding with her to
be safe.

"The longer this goes on, the higher the chance of innocent people getting
hurt," she said out loud. "It's early in the morning on a Saturday and there
aren't many people on the roads, but I don't want to take any chances." With
that, she pulled out a large and shiny .44 magnum revolver that had been
strapped to her thigh underneath her skirt. She pressed the button to roll
down the window and gripped the gun with her leather-gloved left hand, her
right still on the steering wheel. The expert markswoman fired a single,
perfectly aimed shot, her big wrist absorbing the heavy recoil with no
trouble. The bullet slammed directly into the Jeep's left rear tire, causing
it to explode in a mess of rubber and sending the vehicle wildly out of
control. The blue SUV swerved, crashed into a wall, and stopped.

"Stay here and stay low," she directed Brian. She then leaped out of the Audi,
approaching the damaged Jeep. The two men in the front were still stunned and
slowly recovering. The man in the back was not as out of it. He turned,
raising his gun. She simply stood there, keeping her revolver by her side but
not pointing it back at him.

He fired four shots into her chest. Juanita felt four mildly painful stings
from the 9mm bullets. The impacts made only small welts on her steel-hard
muscle, and healed almost immediately. Her blouse - her favorite blouse -
though, now had holes in it. She scowled, irritated.

The thug shat his pants in fear. The two other punks, who had recovered by now
and turned around, also soiled themselves. The man in the back seat fired
three more shots at Juanita, the bullets having no more effect than the first
ones. His gun clicked empty and he tried to jump up and run, but she shot him
in the ankle. The powerful magnum bullet utterly annihilated the flesh and
bone, obliterating his ankle and severing his foot from the rest of his body.
He began screaming in pure fear and agony.

She smirked. "This gun's a lot more powerful than your pop-gun. Of course, my
flesh is also a lot more armored." She lifted her blouse to show off her
harder-than-steel, very darkly tanned abs.

"Wha...what are you?" trembled the driver.

"Your worst nightmare," she sneered. "And your last. That store you robbed was
under the protection of my employer. And I'm here to settle things."

"Please!" begged the man in the front passenger seat. "We'll give all the
money back! Just don't kill us!"

"Oh, you're not going to give it back. I'm going to take it. After I kill
you." With that, she leapt like a tigress into the Jeep through the broken
rear window. She pounced on the man in the back, who was still screaming like
a girl, first. She easily ripped off his other foot. "There, he's symmetrical
again!" she laughed. She then planted her foot on his chest for leverage, her
razor-sharp high heel driving deep into his weak male flesh and mutilating his
liver and right lung, and ripped both his arms off. "Still symmetrical!" She
tossed her helpless victim out of the car to bleed to death.

Turning on the man in the passenger seat, she simply punched him in the chest
with all her strength. Her massive fist and huge arm drove all the way through
his body, coming out of the center of his back. She withdrew her bulging arm
with a squishing sound, leaving him with a giant hole in his chest from which
blood poured like a waterfall. His body sat straight for a second, then
collapsed.

She looked at the driver, giving him an enchanting smile. Despite his terror,
he couldn't help noticing how beautiful and feminine this woman looked. Her
perfect white teeth contrasted sharply with her deeply tanned face.

"Run," she said.

"What?!"

"You hard of hearing or just slow? I said run. Don't you want a chance to get
away?"

He didn't need a second invitation. He threw open the driver's side door and
began running away as fast as he could. The brawny brunette calmly gave him a
few seconds' head start, then leapt through the broken back window, landing
neatly on her feet. She did a cartwheel followed by a series of whip-backs
towards her fleeing victim. She executed perfect flip after perfect flip, her
thigh and butt muscles propelling her through her series of no-handed
tumbling. Neither her heels nor her skirt impeded the superhumanly athletic
girl in any way. Her graceful backflips were also blindingly fast, and she
caught up to the thug easily, finishing her tumbling pass with a double full
twisting layout and kicking him with her high heels as she rotated through her
flip. Her stilettos penetrated the weak male flesh of his back, puncturing
both his kidneys. He collapsed to the ground, howling in agony, as she landed
elegantly on her high heels. She forced him into a standing position against a
nearby wall. His hands gripped his mutilated kidneys as he stood, unable to
move.

Then she backflip kicked his head off.

Glancing around to make sure no one was looking, she swiftly made her way back
to the ruined Jeep. A quick search revealed a bag filled with the stolen
money. She picked it up and climbed back behind the wheel of her Audi. She
glanced over at Brian, who was staring at her with his mouth open.

"You okay?" she asked. "I tried to do them pretty quickly, without too much
torture, since I knew you were watching."

"Oh...yes. I'm fine," he choked out, though his green face indicated
otherwise. "It's just...How did someone as big as you learn how to do such
lethal gymnastics? A double full? Only elite gymnasts can do that."

Juanita laughed. "I'm not all that big. 5'7" and 140 pounds. Only a little
bigger than the average woman and only a little bigger than you. It's just
that I have superhuman strength, and superhuman agility and gymnastic ability
to go with it."

"I...I love your gymnastics, Miss Martinez," he said. "And your big arms, and
your markswomanship. I wish I had those skills."

She patted him on the back. "First of all, call me Juanita or Nita. No need
for formalities between the two of us. And second, we can't all be enforcers.
Someone has to handle the books. Now let's get this cash back to its rightful
owners." After a quick drive back to the convenience store, she did exactly
that, after taking a 20% finder's fee.

She then drove back to headquarters, calling Tony on the way to inform him
that all had gone well. He had a large cash bonus waiting for her when she got
back.

* * *

As the next few weeks progressed, Juanita gradually became more and more
familiar with her place in the organization. She was quite popular with the
men working on the business side because of her beauty, femininity, and
efficiency. She was in good with Tony, and he had spoken favorably of her to
his superiors over on the East Coast at national headquarters. And she had a
special friendship with Brian, the two of them regularly sharing valuable
information, as well as off-work date time, with each other.

But she had some enemies within the organization, too. First of all, there was
Bruno, Tony's personal bodyguard. He had formerly been Tony's closest
confidant until that role had been usurped by Juanita. Then there were the two
door guards that she had beaten up and knocked out the first time she had come
to see Tony. They still had not gotten over getting beaten up and humiliated
by a girl. And finally, the other enforcers tended to be jealous of her, as
she was far better at the job than they. She knew that she would have to be
constantly on her toes. She was glad that she had such a trusting relationship
with Brian - he was an excellent set of eyes and ears. She looked out for him
in return - he didn't exactly have any direct enemies, but some people might
want to get at him because of his connection with her. She took an alpha
female protector role to him that she had also taken with many of her
boyfriends.

She continued to do her job and do it well. In a three-week period, she
collected money from half a dozen more store owners who had balked at the
increased payments, using her strength to intimidate them into paying up
without having to use actual violence on them. Of course, she committed plenty
of killings as well, including another fool who had tried to skim money from
the organization, several members of a rival organized-crime group, some
low-level ne'er-do-well street punks who thought they could operate on Tony's
territory, and a gang of serial rapists that she had taken special pleasure in
slowly ripping to pieces. Because of her superhuman strength, feminine body,
Olympic-gymnast-level agility, superior intelligence, high kill count, and
perfect collection record, she was paid far more than the other enforcers,
increasing their jealousy.

One Friday night, Tony hosted a party in the club that was attached to the
organization's local headquarters. Juanita eagerly dressed up for the
occasion, as she enjoyed wearing dresses despite her tomboyishness and
athleticism. She chose a long, elegant sleeveless red dress with a slit on one
side that gave hints of her honeyed, muscled thigh. Accompanying the dress
were a pair of knee-high black leather boots with razor-sharp four-inch high
heels, and a pair of long, elbow-length red silk gloves that showed off the
massive yet feminine bulk of her upper arms. Even unflexed, her biceps
measured over twelve and two-thirds inches, and flexing brought the
measurement to an even fourteen. Of course her ultra-defined, huge upper arms
were darkly tanned as well. In fact, even her breasts were tanned.

Juanita danced and mingled with several important people both within and from
outside the organization. Naturally, she was a popular dance partner. She had
just finished shaking her Latina ass to some salsa music when she noticed Tony
out of the corner of her eye. He had a worried look on his face. With a subtle
motion of his hand he signaled for her to come over. She excused herself from
the dance floor and quietly followed Tony into his office. Tony sat down
behind his large desk. Juanita checked the hallway to make sure no one was
there, then closed the door and sat across from him.

"You're aware of the arrangement we have with the police?" Tony began.

"Yes. Because we treat our protectees fairly, bump off lots of other
criminals, and pay off the cops, they leave us alone."

"That may be changing. A new police chief has come into town. My informant at
the police station says that this new guy is a real stickler and unwilling to
compromise. He also says that this guy wants to run for mayor and is planning
to use an 'anti-corruption' campaign as police chief as a springboard for
higher office."

Juanita sighed. "Any sign of them making a direct move against us?"

"Not yet. But it may be coming soon. My informant will keep me in the know and
I'll tell you if and when something happens. Just wanted to give you a heads
up."

She thanked him and headed back out to the dance floor, but no longer felt
like dancing. All the people she had killed so far were evil. She was not
looking forward to having to kill cops. But the organization was her new
family now, and she would do what she had to do. She hoped she could resolve
the situation without violence, like she did with the store owners, but
somehow knew that violence would be necessary in this case.

A hand tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled around, long dark brown hair
whipping around her, and saw Brian standing there. "Would you like to dance?"
he asked shyly.

She gave him a warm smile. "Sure, sweetie." They made a bit of an odd pair,
Juanita being five inches taller in her high heels and with much bigger arms,
but she enjoyed the physical contact with a smaller and weaker male, and he
enjoyed the physical contact with a stronger and more dominant female.

As they danced, Brian asked, "Is everything okay? You seem a little distant."

"Oh, everything's fine. Just a business matter. Nothing I can't handle."

* * *

A week later, Tony called Juanita into his office again. The look on his face
was grim. "It's coming. My informant at the station says that the new police
chief has ordered a raid on this location at nine tomorrow morning."

Juanita ran a tanned brown hand through her long hair. She hadn't wanted it to
come to this. "Where is the chief now? Maybe I could 'persuade' him to call it
off."

"Just what I was thinking," said Tony. "He's at home. Here's his address. I
should warn you, though. I've found out that he's hired a squadron of
Brownwater mercenaries as personal bodyguards."

"Brownwater? How could he...They don't come cheap."

"He's independently wealthy and has a certain degree of political connections.
Not enough to be a big cheese in Washington, but enough to get the police
chief job here. If he can pull off getting elected mayor, he wants to turn
this town into something like his own little personal fiefdom."

"Well, we'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Do you want some backup for the job? Those Brownwater guys don't mess around.
Hell, they had to do most of the heavy lifting in Iraq since the regular
military is so watered down with political correctness."

"I'll handle it myself," said Juanita simply.

* * *

LATER THAT NIGHT

Juanita stood a few blocks away from the new police chief's mansion, observing
the place through binoculars from a well-hidden spot. She was dressed entirely
in black - black leather boots with razor-sharp four-inch high heels,
skintight black leather pants that showed off her bubble butt, and a skintight
black leather top with three-quarter length sleeves and wrist-length black
leather gloves that displayed her massive forearms. Her long dark brown hair
flowed free and was still in its elegant, feminine coiffure.

She had two weapons with her. The first was a crossbow that fired metal arrows
with enough force to penetrate the highest-level body armor. Normally, such a
weapon required a crank to operate, making it very slow to fire. But thanks to
Juanita's superhuman strength, she could simply use her muscles to draw and
fire the weapon, allowing her a fast rate of fire with it. In addition to the
regular arrows, she also had with her several special explosive arrows.

Her second weapon was a specially modified machine gun, designed by the best
engineers and gunsmiths hired by Tony. It fired large-caliber, high-velocity
bullets that could also penetrate the best body armor. The weapon was
impractical in the hands of a normal person because a normal human being would
be unable to handle the very high recoil produced by the gun. But of course,
Juanita was not normal. With her superhuman wrist strength, she could fire it
one-handed and handle the recoil easily.

Juanita lowered her binoculars. She had now observed the grounds around the
mansion from several different positions, covering every angle. She counted
six uniformed Brownwater men outside. There was no way of knowing how many
were inside, though - Tony had been unable to find out either.

She took a deep breath, psyching herself up for the mission. She was glad she
was going up against Brownwater mercenaries rather than regular cops. She had
respect for regular police officers. But these mercenaries - people who would
sell their souls to this martinet of a petty tyrant of a new police chief just
for a stack of greenbacks - she considered scum.

Two men were on duty by the front gate. One reached into his pocket and handed
the other a cigarette. They were in just the right position now. Juanita
grinned wickedly and took out her crossbow. She inserted a steel arrow, drew
the weapon back, and fired. The perfectly aimed shot struck one man in the
middle of his chest, drove all the way through his body armor, his flesh, and
his armor again, and drove right through the second man's body armor as well.
Both men slumped dead to the ground, the metal arrow still connecting them
like a shish kabob. She grinned at the power and efficiency of her weapon.

Juanita strapped the crossbow to her back. Her machine gun was slung across
her chest. Then she prepared her muscular body, using her thigh muscles to
propel her high into the air in a front layout flip over the fence. Her leg
strength allowed her to clear the ten-foot fence easily. She rotated through
her flip and landed perfectly inside the grounds on her high heels. She drew
her crossbow again and waited for the first of the other four men to appear.
Hopefully she could take them all out silently and not draw the attention of
anyone inside.

Sure enough, in a few seconds another uniformed Brownwater man carrying an
assault rifle appeared. She took aim with her crossbow. The arrow impacted him
right in the middle of his forehead, destroying his skull in an explosion of
blood and brain matter.

"Three down, three to go," she sang softly to herself. As she approached a
corner, she heard someone coming and waited. When the unsuspecting Brownwater
mercenary came around the corner, Juanita greeted him with a cheerleader-style
high kick. Her razor-sharp stiletto high heel drove right through his skull
bone. Just like the previous man she had killed, his head was destroyed in an
eruption of red and brown goo. The remnants of his brains ran down her
knee-high black leather boot. She quickly wiped it off, planning on doing a
more thorough cleaning job later. She didn't like her outfits getting messy.
Then she turned her attention back to the job at hand.

The last two men were walking together, their backs to her. She snuck up
behind them and tripped them both to the ground with a fast leg sweep. She
grabbed one man and placed his head between her heavily muscled, perfectly
shaped thighs. Then she squeezed, crushing his skull flatter than a pancake
between her superhumanly strong thighs. She felt warm blood and goo on her
crotch and became sexually aroused. She wanted to feed her desires by killing
more. Tossing the flatted skull away like a discus, she turned on the other
man, sitting on him and letting him feel her bulk and weight. He opened his
mouth to scream, but a casual slap to his face from her leather-gloved hand
stunned him.

She smiled down at him. Even in the darkness he could see that she had the
beauty of a supermodel. She balled her right hand into a massive,
leather-gloved fist. Then she punched him in the chest, her lethal female fist
driving right through his body armor and his soft, weak male flesh. She
withdrew it with a squishing sound, clutching a dripping object. It was his
heart. She giggled. "And they say Brownwater mercs don't have hearts!"

She went through his pockets and took his keys. Using one to open the back
door, she entered the police chief's mansion, crossbow at the ready. Juanita
found herself in a large, dark kitchen. No one was there. There were two other
doors, one to the left and one straight ahead.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps. The door straight ahead opened and five
Brownwater mercenaries trooped in. They stared at the curvy brunette intruder
for a second, then raised their assault rifles.

They were too slow. "Adios, suckers," she taunted them as an explosive arrow
left her crossbow. The arrow impacted the lead man in the neck and exploded,
killing all five of them instantly. She blew the pieces of flesh and bone a
kiss.

That brought the sound of shouts, curses, and footsteps. She shouldered her
crossbow and drew her machine gun. The door to her left flew open. Gripping
her weapon in her left hand, she fired a quick burst. The three men there and
their body armor didn't stand a chance against the high-powered bullets. They
slumped dead, full of large holes.

Juanita advanced into the next room, the dining room. Several men opened fire
on her. A few bullets struck her body, stinging her but doing no real damage
to her superhuman female flesh. She fired off a long burst from her machine
gun and heard bodies hit the floor. She felt stings on her back. She simply
began doing a series of standing back handsprings. The stings continued, but
they couldn't stop her as she continued to elegantly backflip. Finally
stopping after half a dozen handsprings, she whirled around, her long and
silky dark brown hair whipping through the air, and found herself directly in
front of two more mercs. Both men were staring at her with shock, fear, and
something else ...sexual attraction?

She yanked the guns out of their hands and threw them aside. Looking down, she
noticed that they had erections. She began laughing. "I'm killing all your
comrades, I'm about to kill you, and you have woodies?"

"We're sorry!" begged the man on the left. "It's just that your long, silky
hair and your well-developed curves...you're so feminine and pretty."

"And your gymnastics are so athletic and elegant. Where did you learn to do
back flips like that?" asked the man on the right, his voice shaking from both
fear and arousal.

"Oh, I was a gymnast in college," she answered. As she spoke, she reached down
and casually ripped off both their cocks right through their pants. Both men
began screaming like girls.

She tossed the dicks on the kitchen counter. "Oh, shut up," she said. She
punched the first man in the face, bashing his brains in, and rammed her knee
into the head of the second, destroying his brain in turn.

She looked over at the severed penises. "Hmm, looks about seven inches each.
Not bad. Too bad I didn't have time for some fun."

A moan from the dining room brought her thoughts back to the present. She
hurried back in there. Seven men were lying on the floor, courtesy of her
earlier casually-fired machine gun burst. Four were dead and the other three
were badly wounded. One wounded mercenary drew his sidearm and fired a shot at
Juanita's stomach. The bullet simply bounced off her harder-than-steel abs.

"My abs are the hardest part of me," she smirked, lifting her leather top to
show her armored, darkly tanned stomach. "Unfortunately for you, yours are
much weaker." She kicked him in the gut several times with her high heels,
each kick brutally perforating his stomach and intestines. She finished him by
stomping on his chest and face several dozen times with her razor-sharp
stilettos, piercing every one of his major organs several times.

The other two men began begging for mercy. She just laughed in their faces.
One man, whose leg had been blown off by one of Juanita's very high-powered
bullets, was close to bleeding to death. She ripped off his other leg and
laughed sadistically as she beat him to death with his own leg. Turning on the
last man, she simply picked him up and ripped him in half.

She walked into a living room. There was a staircase to her left. Two men
began shooting at her, one with a machine gun from the top of the stairs and
the other with a shotgun from behind a cabinet in the living room. She aimed
upward with her machine gun, firing a single shot at the upstairs man and
blowing his head off. Laughing at her markswomanship, she turned to the second
man. A slug from his shotgun struck her in the chest, right between her large
breasts. The force was like that of a moderate-strength punch, and it did
sting quite a bit. She sprayed the cabinet, which the mercenary had ducked
back behind, with fire from her machine gun, wondering if the bullets would go
all the way through.

The man popped up again. She sighed, then launched her feminine body into a
series of cartwheels towards him, timing each lightning-fast cartwheel
perfectly so that each slug from his shotgun sailed safely between her legs as
she was flipping. She reached him just as his weapon clicked empty.

He dropped the shotgun and raised his hands. "Probably no chance, huh?" he
said.

"Right," she acknowledged, giving him a charming smile. "I really can't spare
any of you. Although you seem like a decent fellow. Probably seen a lot of
shit in Iraq and Afghanistan that's given you some good sense. But you seem
smart, too. And I can't trust you."

He simply nodded and closed his eyes. Juanita kicked him in the chest. Her
foot went all the way through his body. She withdrew it with a squishing
sound, revealing a huge, boot-shaped hole in his chest. The corpse stood
ramrod straight for a second, then fell. She looked down at it with some
regret, then looked down at her chest. The shotgun blast had mostly healed.

She quickly checked the rest of the downstairs rooms, finding no one except
one cowardly mercenary hiding in a closet, shaking with fear. She dealt with
him by simply ripping his head off. Then she advanced up the stairs, machine
gun at the ready. There was no one except two Brownwater mercenaries guarding
a door, and voices inside the room they were guarding.

"Can't you raise *any* of them?" came a shrill, whiny, high-pitched voice that
she guessed was that of the new police chief.

"Negative," said one of the mercs. "I think they're all dead. One of them
reported just before he died that it was just one, and it was a girl."

"Only one, and a girl?" came a different voice from inside the room.
"Impossible!"

"Keep trying to raise them, but don't leave us!" ordered the police chief.

Juanita began walking down the hall, casually. The mercenaries noticed her and
stared. "Who are you?" one demanded.

"I'm the girl who slaughtered all your buddies. And I'm here to do the same to
you."

The men noticed her machine gun and crossbow. "KILL HER!" shouted the second
man. Both men opened fire with their assault rifles. The hail of bullets felt
like stinging bees, but she knew that she could heal from them almost
instantaneously. Still, they were irritating, so she launched herself into a
roundoff followed by a series of back handsprings at them. Her backflips were
fast enough to avoid most of the bullets. She flipped right into both men, her
razor-sharp high heels giving each man a bloody cut and knocking them down.

"Sorry, boys. You fail." She grabbed one by the neck and smashed his head into
her sleek, muscled thigh. His skull cracked like an eggshell and his brains
splattered all over her black leather pants. She then bent down and drove her
fist into the second man's stomach. Ripping out some of his guts, she
strangled him to death with his own intestines.

Juanita kicked down the door of the room. Two men were inside. She recognized
both from pictures Tony had shown her. One was the new police chief and one
was the assistant chief. Both men had handguns, and both men opened fire as
soon as they saw her. The bullets made only small welts on her body, each one
healing almost before the next round hit her. The men stopped and stared in
shock and fear.

"You may as well stop. If those are official police pistols you're only
wasting the taxpayers' money on ammunition," she said. "Or do I have to use
these?" She indicated her machine gun and crossbow.

Both men stopped in fear. They dropped their pistols and raised their hands.

"That's better," said the curvaceous Latina. "I've just slaughtered your
entire little army of Brownwater mercenaries. Normally I'd feel bad about
having to take out working men, but Brownwaters are the kind of scum who would
turn their guns on American citizens if the Feds ordered them to. Anyway, I've
just killed a bunch of men who were much better armed and trained than you,
and they didn't stand a chance against me. You two certainly won't."

"How is your body so..." trembled the assistant chief.

"That's not important right now. But I love it." She casually flexed her large
biceps, almost ripping the tight leather of her top.

"What do you want?" asked the chief, trembling as well.

"Getting down to business. Just what I wanted. I work for Tony. For a long
time, he and the police have had a mutually beneficial relationship. But then
you had to come along and fuck it all up. We know about the raid you're
planning on us tomorrow. Things are going back to the old way. With one
important change. All members of Tony's organization are now guaranteed 100%
immunity from all charges, regardless of what they do. We had immunity most of
the time earlier, but not all. But now we will. Don't worry, we know how to
treat decent people fairly."

"Of course! Right away!" said the chief, crumbling like the coward he was from
all his promises to clean up corruption. "I'll get right on it and..."

"No," said Juanita. "*He'll* get right on it." She pointed to the assistant
chief. "You, on the other hand, will suffer the punishment you deserve for
creating this whole mess in the first place. The blood of those Brownwaters is
on your hands. I despise them, but I despise you even more, and it wouldn't be
right to let you live after they died for you."

The chief began to beg, but the sassy brunette shut him up with a nice punch
to his midsection. She used only a small portion of her strength, just enough
to knock him down into the fetal position, clutching his gut in pain. She was
going to do him slowly.

She turned to the assistant chief. "You're going to help me out later. But
just so you don't get any smart ideas while I'm busy with your boss, I'm going
to knock you out." Before he could even protest, Juanita had knocked him
unconscious with a nice backhanded blow to the face, again only using a little
of her strength. She knew that even that would be enough to keep him out for
at least thirty minutes.

She turned back to the chief and waited for him to get back up. As soon as he
finished standing, she kicked him in the face with her high-heeled black
leather boot, using just enough strength and perfect aim to ensure inflicting
maximum pain without killing him. The razor-sharp stiletto ripped his right
eye out and ripped a massive, bloody gash down his right cheek. He screamed,
his hands flying upward to his face. A second perfectly aimed kick broke his
nose, knocked out half of his teeth, and sent him to the floor.

Juanita pierced both of his feet repeatedly with her high heels, then bent
down and snapped both his ankles. Two more stomps from her heels destroyed his
kneecaps. She followed that up by breaking his fingers one by one. All this
time, the chief had been howling in pure agony. The sadistic Latina took a
sexual pleasure in using her strength and hearing his screams, feeling a
tingling in her wet pussy. She punched him in the stomach, full strength this
time, leaving a huge, fist-shaped hole. She reached back into it and pulled
his guts partway out.

She hovered over him, her long, perfectly coiffed feminine dark brown hair
getting in his face. "Do you like my hair?" she asked with a smirk.

He only continued screaming. She punched him in the jaw, knocking out the
other half of his teeth. "When I ask a question, you will answer me, asshole."

"Yes, Mistress! Yes, I love your hair! It's so beautiful!"

She laughed as he said 'Mistress.' The most macho, toughest-talking guys all
seemed to have secret fetishes of being dominated by a stronger woman. She lay
her arm next to his. Her huge, very darkly tanned, heavily muscled forearm
looked completely dominant next to his thin, pale, weak one. "Do you like my
forearms?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Do you like that they're bigger than yours?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!"

She sneered. "Your weak little wrists are unworthy of being next to mine."
With that, she snapped both of his wrists easily, as if breaking twigs.

Despite the horrific pain he was in, he was turned on, and the erection in his
pants showed it. Juanita noticed and ripped his clothes off. "Looks like Mr.
Political Crusader has a fetish for muscular Latinas in leather," she smirked.
She wrapped a leather-gloved hand around his erect cock. The slightest
movement she made caused the ultra-developed muscles in her massive brown
forearm to ripple.

"Do you want to guess how big my wrist measurement is?" she laughed.

"Um...seven and a half inches?" he gasped out from the pain.

"Close. They're up to seven and two-thirds inches now. Do you want to guess
how strong my wrists and forearms are?"

"Um...er...aargh..."

"What's that? Strong enough to crush a man's cock into paste? That's exactly
right!" With that, Juanita gave a quick squeeze, crushing his penis into
paste. Blood and gore squirted everywhere.

"Don't pass out on me now!" She stood up and destroyed his testicles with two
perfectly aimed stomps of her high heels. She then stomped him several times
in the stomach, her ultra-sharp stilettos further piercing and mutilating his
digestive system.

She began kicking him in the side, breaking ribs and sending fragments of bone
into his lungs with each kick of her booted foot. Then she went into a frenzy
of stomping with her high heels, penetrating his chest at least a hundred
times. Finally, she reached down, ripped his right femur right out of his
thigh, and impaled him in the chest with it. For the coup de grace, she ripped
off his head and stuck it on the femur. There was blood everywhere around him,
and all over her clothes. She pulled down her leather pants and jilled herself
off, coming hard. She then went into the bathroom to clean up.

She came out again and waited for the assistant chief to wake up. When he did,
he stared in horror at his boss's utterly mutilated and brutalized corpse.
Then he wet and shat himself at the same time.

Juanita laughed in his face. "Be glad you weren't awake to see what I did to
him. Now you're going to do as I say."

"Yes, Mistress," he said submissively. Following her orders, he contacted his
department and informed them that the chief was dead, he was the acting chief,
the raid on Tony's was off, and all members of Tony's organization had full
immunity from any type of police harassment for any reason.

"Good job," she said when he had finished. "And now it's time for your
punishment."

"What?! But I..."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. But you were that guy's second in command. You
went along with his crap. So it isn't right that you get off scot free."

"What are you going to do?" he squeaked, shaking like a leaf and knowing that
he was completely helpless against this superhumanly strong beauty.

"You'll find out right now." With that, Juanita picked him up and held him
high over her head. Then she brought him down onto her leather-clad knee in a
perfect backbreaker, shattering his lower spine and paralyzing him from the
waist down.

"Don't worry," she cooed at the now crippled man. "I think they'll let you
keep your position. Chief is just a desk job anyway. And you've been through
so much." Her voice suddenly hardened. "I'm sure as the new chief, you'll
continue the policies I set out for you. Because if you don't, I'll be back."

"Yes, Mistress," he choked out, quivering in terror.

She laughed. "Have a good night, love." She blew him a kiss and then was gone.

When Juanita got back to Tony's headquarters, he was waiting for her alone.
"How did it go?"

"Perfectly. We have a *new* new police chief now. And he's very cooperative.
The raid is off and all members of your organization now have full immunity
for any reason."

"Excellent. Congratulations, you've just earned yourself a million-dollar
bonus. And you can tell your new police chief friend that any cash and
valuables that belonged to his late boss now belong to you."

"Thank you." She gave him her trademark warm Latina smile.

He looked at her more closely. She had washed some of the blood off, but she
was still partly covered in it. "I won't ask about the...more particular
details about how you got the job done."

"No problem. Fine by me." As she left the room, she sighed contentedly,
thinking of a hot shower.

THE END

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