Juanita's New Career, Part 3 By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com Juanita deals with external and internal enemies Juanita walked up to the dilapidated building, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk. The rundown place was the headquarters of notorious local pimp 'Nasty Nate.' She was there to put him out of business...permanently. That had not been the original plan. Tony, the leader of the local organized crime outfit that controlled the area and Juanita's boss, had wanted to shake them down instead, forcing them to hand over a percentage of their profits to Tony's organization in exchange for being allowed to continue operating. Juanita had convinced a few other minor criminal operations to do just that with her 'special skills.' But she had a special hatred for pimps and human traffickers who sexually exploited women. If there was a chance to take some of them out for good, she was going to take it, and she had convinced Tony to see things her way. Juanita simply went up to a side door and with a quick kick from her booted foot turned the wooden door to kindling. Moving through a hallway and rounding a corner, she almost bumped into a man. He stopped and stared at her. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with long dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, and very deeply and evenly tanned skin that displayed her Latina heritage. At 5'7" and 140 pounds and with a 36-26-37 figure, her body was powerful and muscular, yet extremely feminine. She wore black leather gloves, skintight black leather pants that showed off her bubble-butt, and an equally tight black leather top with a low-cut front that displayed part of her large, ultra-perky C-cup breasts. The sleeves of her top were three-quarter length to show the large size and power of her forearms. Knee-high black leather boots with razor-sharp four-inch stiletto heels, that boosted her height to a commanding 5'11", completed her outfit. The man, intimidated by her beauty and her muscles, tried to ask a question, but no words came out. She gave him a dazzling smile, making his heart beat even faster. Her face was like a model's, elegant and high-cheekboned. Her long hair was perfectly coiffed, looking very feminine and fashionable. "Where's Nasty Nate?" she cooed seductively. Wordlessly, the man pointed to a door at the far end of the hall. "Thank you," she said in the same sweet but dominant voice. As he started to walk away, she called out, "One more thing." He turned. He saw her leather-gloved fist coming at him. It was the last thing he ever saw. The superhumanly strong girl's fist smashed into his forehead, pulverizing his skull and brains. Juanita smirked at the gore dripping from her leather gloves as her helpless victim's corpse collapsed to the floor, then turned her attention to the next task at hand. She kicked down the door at the far end of the hall. The three men inside stared at her in shock and fear. One, a colorfully dressed, mixed-race man with longish hair, she recognized as Nasty Nate. The other two, both big, one black and one white, she guessed were his personal bodyguards. The bodyguards reached into their suits for weapons. But Juanita was far too quick for them. She immediately launched herself into a roundoff followed by two back handsprings at them, crashing into the men with her second handspring and knocking both down before they could even draw their guns. Nate came at her with a switchblade knife. She fired a fierce low kick to his knee, annihilating his kneecap into hundreds of tiny remnants of bone. The pimp screamed like a girl and collapsed to the floor, helpless. His knife went sailing away. She turned back to the bodyguards, both of whom were stunned and dizzy. "How are you so quick?" gasped the white guard. "Where did you learn to do backflips?" groaned the black guard at almost the same time. "Oh, the drugs I was given granted me superhuman speed as well as superhuman strength. And I did gymnastics in high school," she answered casually. "Superhuman strength?" said the white guard. "No way an average-sized girl like you is stronger than guys like u..." began the black guard. Juanita bent down, snatched the pistols out of both men's jackets, and held one in each of her leather-gloved hands. She clenched her fists and began squeezing. The muscles in her huge, darkly tanned forearms sprang to life, rippling and dancing as she continued to squeeze. There was a horrible crunch of metal, then another. Juanita opened her hands, revealing that the barrels of both weapons had been crushed and twisted beyond recognition. Gasps of horror came from all three men, including Nate, who interrupted his screaming to gasp. "How did she..." "No way she could..." "What are you?" "Your worst nightmare, honey," she taunted. "And your last. If there's one thing I hate, it's scum like you who kidnap and rape and sexually exploit women. Now come on, big boys, get up. At least pretend you can fight me." She casually tossed the now useless lumps of metal aside. Motivated by her taunts and the cries of their boss on the floor, both bodyguards climbed to their feet. They attacked her simultaneously, one from each side. Juanita leapt into the air, her legs reaching a 180-degree split position in midair as she kicked both men. Her razor-sharp high heels drove deep into each bodyguard's midsection, causing both to howl in agony from the deep and gory wounds. Blood began gushing out. Juanita clapped her hands together cheerleader-style and did a standing back handspring, decapitating the white guard with the force of her kick-flip. Landing perfectly on her stiletto heels, she lashed out behind her with a back kick. Her booted foot drove straight through the black guard's chest and came out his back. She withdrew it with a squishing sound. Nasty Nate stared in pure terror at the corpses of his bodyguards, one with no head and the other with a huge, boot-shaped hole in his chest. He was now feeling the fear that so many young women had felt when preyed upon by him and his gang. He quivered as the busty brunette approached him, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. She raised her right leg and positioned her four-inch stiletto heel, already soaked with blood, right above his crotch. "Noooo! Please! Don't!" he begged. The Latina beauty just laughed, then stomped down with brutal force and perfect aim, destroying his left testicle into nothing. A second stomp did the same to his right testicle. A third drove a massive hole straight through his penis. She laughed sadistically at his soulless screams. Then she went into a frenzy of stomping with her ultra-sharp high heels, driving the cold steel into his weak male flesh again and again. When she was finally finished, Nasty Nate was long dead and his chest looked like Swiss cheese. She went through the rest of the complex, quickly and efficently rounding up several more men. She crippled each, some by destroying their kneecaps with her kicks, some by snapping their ankles with her superhuman wrist strength. With one man, she smashed her elbows down onto his thighs, breaking both his femur bones. With another, she used her strength to bend his knees the wrong way, breaking them with a horrible snap of bone. She then went to the room where the girls were being held prisoner. Putting a bandanna over her face to hide her identity, she ripped off the padlock and opened the door, telling the girls to quickly get as far away as possible. Underneath her bandanna, her expression hardened as she noticed bruises and cuts on many of the young women. Any thoughts of showing the remaining men mercy disappeared. When the girls were safely gone, she went back to the room where the crippled men were still lying on the floor, helpless and in extreme pain. She poured gasoline all around and over them, ignoring their pleas and cries. Then she blew them a kiss, lit a match, and dropped it onto the pile. She watched calmly as the group of pimps and slavers burned to an agonizing death. She got into her car and drove away, watching the building burn in the rearview mirror. Juanita contacted Tony. "Job all done. All the girls set free, zero enemy survivors." "Good. I'll have the payment wired to your offshore account. Take the rest of the day off. Over and out." She smiled. She rolled down the window, letting her long, silky, feminine hair fly in the wind. Juanita decided to call Brian. Brian was Tony's chief accountant and her special friend in the organization. He was a quiet, shy beta male type who paired well with a dominant alpha female like her. Brian was just finishing up some work at Tony's headquarters, it turned out. She said she would drive there and pick him up, inviting him to lunch. He eagerly accepted. Brian was a small, thin, pale, nerdy guy at 5'6" and 130 pounds. He liked that Juanita was taller, stronger, and more darkly tanned than he was. Juanita found him cute. When he got into her car, Brian had a worried look on his face. "What's wrong, hun?" she asked. "Remember those two door guards you knocked out when you first came here? Steve and Calvin?" "Yes. Tony demoted them to clean-up boys." She giggled at the memory. "Yes, well, they've been holding a grudge against you all this time. Plus Bruno, Tony's bodyguard, who's jealous of you. The three of them, Bruno, Steve, and Calvin, were busy whispering all morning. I think they're up to something. I just thought I should warn you." "Thanks, babe." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "But I can take care of myself. I'm more concerned with protecting you." After they had been driving for about ten minutes, Juanita heard the sound of a helicopter. It was a common sound, of course, but there was something different about this one. Her large amount of combat experience had given her a sixth sense about danger. She caught a glimpse of the helicopter in the rearview mirror. Her heart suddenly leapt when her trained eye caught sight of rocket pods attached to the sides of the bird. "Oh, SHIT!" she shouted. Brian stared at her in alarm. She slammed on the brakes. "Get out of the car and dive behind the nearest cover, now! Go!" They both leapt out of the car and dove in opposite directions. A split second later, a rocket slammed into Juanita's beautiful new black Audi, destroying the car in an orange ball of flame. She got to her feet, shocked but unhurt. She saw Brian lying on the ground. She wasn't sure if he was okay, but she had to make sure no more damage was done to him. Juanita leapt on top of a high boulder, waving her arms. "Hey! Over here!" The helicopter realigned itself towards her. She backflipped off the rock, executing an elegant double salto in midair before landing perfectly on her feet, despite her high heels, safely behind the boulder. A second later, a rocket smashed into the rock. "Enough of this," she growled. She took out her large and shiny .44 magnum revolver. Popping up from behind the boulder, the lethal Latina fired three quick shots. The expertly aimed bullets slammed into the helicopter's fuel tank, blowing it to pieces in an orange fireball that was even more spectacular than the one that had destroyed the car. She smiled grimly at her markswomanship, then hurried over to Brian. She turned him over and sighed in relief when he opened his eyes. She helped him sit up. Aside from a few bumps and bruises, he looked okay. "The chopper...?" he asked. "Taken care of." She patted her .44. "Wow. You took it out with a handgun at that distance?" "Well, I've had a lot of practice," she said with an attempt at modesty. "You saved my life, Nita." "De nada, sweetie." She kissed him and helped him to his feet. "Now that the danger's over, I'm really fucking pissed about my new car." * * * THREE HOURS LATER Juanita and Brian sat in the upstairs study in Juanita's house. In the driveway sat a brand new black Audi, identical to her first, that she had just bought to replace the one that had gotten blown up. "It had to be those three fuckers. Steve, Calvin, and Bruno. Who else hates us, knew we would be in the car, and has the cash to pay for a helicopter with rockets?" said Brian. "Agreed. Now all we have to do is find proof it was them, and Tony will give permission to take them out," said Juanita. "Even Bruno? He is his bodyguard, after all." "Tony trusts and respects me more than Bruno. That's why Bruno's so jealous in the first place. Anyway, Tony can always get a new bodyguard. Okay, now to business." "We got the registration number from the wreckage of the helicopter. That seems like a good place to start." "Right." Juanita logged in to her computer, then got up and motioned for Brian to be seated at the machine. "You're the expert hacker." "Well, I hope I'm expert enough." A short while later, Brian reported, "The chopper was rented by a mercenary pilot named Randy Schmidt." "See if you can find and hack into Schmidt's bank account so we can find out who paid him," she instructed. "Right. But this could take a while." "I'll order us some pizza. We never did get to have lunch." * * * ONE HOUR LATER "Eureka!" Brian shouted. He pointed at the screen. "Schmidt was paid $10,000 just this morning. It took me a while to get into his bank account and even longer to trace the account that paid him, but we have a name." "Steven D'Amato," Juanita read. "Stevie-boy! So it was them! I knew it!" "Now what?" "We take this information straight to Tony." * * * "I can't authorize taking out Calvin or Bruno. Yet," said Tony. "There's no direct proof that they're involved. But you have my permission to go after Steve, squeeze him to make him give up the names of whoever else was involved, then kill him and whoever else is guilty." He sighed. "The whole point of this kind of organization is to have criminals honest enough not to betray each other. I don't want to end up a bunch of hyenas and jackals like those Mexican drug cartels. If there are traitors who are willing to kill members of their own organization over something as petty as sheer jealousy, they need to be taken care of." "Thank you. Trust me, it'll be taken care of," said Juanita simply. "Come on, Brian, let's go." * * * At Steve's house, Juanita expertly disabled the alarm, then punched a hole in the back door with her leather-gloved fist. Her big fist went through the wooden door easily. Reaching inside, she unlocked the door and let herself and Brian in. Brian found himself getting an erection at Juanita's display of her wide range of skills, from her technical finesse to her brute strength. She was still wearing her all-black leather outfit from earlier, making her even hotter. They found Steve upstairs in his study, watching porn on his computer. Juanita entered the room, Brian right behind her. "Good evening, Stevie-boy," said Juanita. Steve whirled around in fear upon recognizing her voice. "How are you still..." "Alive?" Juanita teasingly rolled her eyes and looked at Brian. "They always ask that, don't they? They never imagine that their plans could fail. People are so cocky these days. If you must know, we jumped out of the car just before the rocket hit and I shot down the helicopter with this." She tapped the .44 magnum she always kept with her, now sitting on her well-developed hip. "That was a brand-new luxury car your hired mercenary blew up. That makes me angry." Steve began shivering with fear. He looked nervously at Juanita's big gun. She laughed. "I don't need a gun to deal with a pussy like you. You've known me long enough to know what my body is capable of. Now all I want is the names of who was in on the conspiracy with you. Give them to me right now and I can just finish you quickly without having to inflict pain." Intelligence was never Steve's strong suit. Rather than obey, he elected to run. The brawny Latina smirked. She threw her muscular body into a tumbling pass, performing a front tuck, roundoff, two whip backs, a full twisting layout, another whip back, and finishing with a double full. Her flips were so blindingly fast that she caught up to her fleeing victim easily. She crashed into him as she rotated through her double full, kicking him in the back with her razor-sharp stilettos and leaving two long, bloody gashes. She landed perfectly on her feet as Steve collapsed in a crumpled heap. Brian's erection grew even harder at the sight of Juanita's gymnastic skills. She yanked her prey to a standing position and ripped Stevie's shirt off. Her body, more muscular and tanned than his, looked distinctly dominant. Then she kneed him in the stomach. Steve doubled over, puking, and would have collapsed back down had Juanita not caught him. His stomach was now turning a deep purple. With that single blow from her leather-covered knee, sexy Nita had ruptured and mutilated several of his internal organs. "Please! No more!" he begged when he finished barfing. "Calvin and Bruno were in on it with me!" Juanita and Brian looked at each other in triumph. "I knew it all along," they said at exactly the same time. "Thank you," said the busty brunette to Steve. "And now it's time for you to die." She picked him up and held him high over her head, intending to break his neck by slamming it down onto her ultra-hard, heavily muscled thigh. Suddenly, a side door flew open and Bruno charged in, wielding a pistol. "Drop him!" he barked. "Okay!" she said brightly. With that, she hurled Steve right at Bruno. At the same time, she threw her body into a sideways aerial cartwheel, placing it between Bruno and Brian so Brian would be completely safe. Her throw, however, was so strong and fast that Bruno didn't even have time to get off a shot. Steve crashed right into Bruno and both men went down in a tangle of arms and legs. "You okay?" she called to Brian. "Yes, Nita." Brian's heart was beating extremely fast at seeing the killer Latina in action, and his cock was rock hard. Juanita casually walked over to her two victims. She yanked Steve up. He was already mortally wounded from the damage her savage knee strike had done. She positioned her leather-gloved hands open-palm on either side of his head and finished him by clapping her hands together, crushing his skull and brains. She threw the deformed corpse aside. She stood there, big, veiny arms crossed in front of her, and waited for Bruno to get up. "I knew it would come to this someday," she remarked. "You were always too jealous of me. Too ambitious, too aggressive. A deadly combination. For you, that is. But I didn't think it would be this soon." "Fuck you, bitch," he growled. He took a swing at her, in his rage temporarily forgetting how little good it would do. With her lightning-fast reflexes, she caught his swinging arm easily. Then, with a quick flick of her large, muscle-bound wrist, she broke his arm. He began screaming like a girl. She kicked him in the groin with her metal-toed knee-high black leather boot. The force of her incredible kick instantly crushed his cock and testicles to paste, shattered his pelvic bones, and mutilated his intestines. He collapsed to the floor. "Night night," she cooed. She grabbed him by the hair and smashed his head against her harder-than-steel abs. His skull split open like a melon. "Two down, one to go," she remarked casually. She turned to Brian, who looked very green. "You all right?" "Er...yes. I'm just still getting used to...gore." "Of course." She noticed his erection and smiled, getting an idea. * * * By the time they got to Calvin's house, it was late at night. Juanita had contacted Tony and told him of the developments. He gave the green light to terminate Calvin. He also said he had picked a henchman named Victor to be his new personal bodyguard. Juanita knew Victor and knew he was loyal and somewhat dumb, without Bruno's scheming ambition. There shouldn't be any trouble from him. All the lights were off in Calvin's house. A swift kick from Juanita's boot removed the back door permanently and she and Brian were inside. They crept upstairs to the master bedroom. Calvin was asleep in bed. Juanita walked over to him, standing right over his sleeping form. "Boo," she said suddenly. At the same time, Brian turned on the lights. Calvin's eyes flew open. He stared at Juanita in alarm. "There's a lucky man in this room who's going to get sex from me tonight," she said seductively. A confused look appeared on Calvin's face. "That man is him," she continued, pointing to Brian. "You, Calvin, on the other hand, are going to get the same thing your buddies Stevie and Bruno got. Death." Calvin's body began shaking. He opened his mouth. "Shhhh," she cooed. "Be a good boy and there won't be pain. There might even be pleasure." He closed his mouth and nodded, knowing what she was capable of and wanting to make her happy. He obeyed wordlessly when she motioned for him to get out of bed. "Good," she whispered. "Take off your clothes. Both of you." Both men began disrobing, Brian eager and excited, Calvin still quivering with fear. Juanita took off her black leather boots, then removed her skintight black leather pants. She wore no underwear, revealing a tight pussy with dark brown pubic hair neatly trimmed into a heart shape. Her thighs and calves were heavily muscled, but still feminine. Her ass was round and steel-hard. She kept her leather top and leather gloves on. The contrast between the three bodies was on full display. Juanita's body was the perfect combination of strength and femininity, a glorious display of health and youthfulness with its defined muscles and deep brown tan. Brian's body was pale and not muscular, but still youthful and decent-looking. Calvin, on the other hand, was middle-aged and fat. As she looked at his pale, flabby body, Juanita knew she was going to enjoy destroying him. She suddenly grabbed Calvin and threw him onto the bed. She jumped after him, landing on the middle of the bed. She motioned for Brian to lie on her other side. Juanita did a perfect 180-degree split on Brian's face, showing off her flexibility. He eagerly began eating her pussy. Meanwhile, she wrapped a leather-gloved hand around Calvin's erect cock. "Look how big my forearms are," she whispered. The combination of her top with three-quarter length sleeves and the wrist-length leather gloves made her already big forearm look as thick as possible. Calvin stared, aroused and terrified at the same time, at her huge forearm with its dark brown tan. The muscles were so heavily developed that the slightest, even imperceptible, movement she made caused her forearm muscles to bulge and ripple as if they had a life of their own. She clenched her fist and began squeezing as Brian continued eating her out. As she got wetter and wetter and closer and closer to orgasm, she squeezed harder and harder. Calvin's moans of pleasure turned to cries of pain. Just as she climaxed, sending sticky girl-cum flowing all over Brian's face, she gave a powerful squeeze, crushing Calvin's penis into paste, her screams of pleasure mixing with his screams of agony. Juanita removed her top, revealing her perfect, all-natural, round, gravity-defying, darkly tanned 36C breasts. She looked at the men on either side of her. "Shall I finish him now or just let him bleed to death?" she asked. "Finish him. His screams are freaking me out," said Brian. Juanita did a handstand on the bed, then grabbed Calvin with her legs, lifting him high into the air. A quick squeeze of her superhumanly strong thighs and Calvin's body was ripped in half. Brian had turned green again. She noticed and giggled. "Too gory? Sorry. Here, this'll make you feel better." She began playing with her large breasts, her gloved fingers circling her ultra-hard, long, needle-sharp nipples. He got an erection again. She mounted him, fucking him dominantly and hard, while he reached up and played with her perfect breasts. She increased the pace, both of them gasping and moaning. Finally, they reached powerful and simultaneous orgasms. She climbed off of him, lying next to him on the bed, and gave him a gentle kiss. Neither of them said anything for a long time. Finally Brian said, "That was the best I ever had. I...I love you, Juanita." She stared at him. "Did I say something wrong..." "No!" She kissed him again. "I love you too." They smiled at each other, only the blood and gore around them bringing them back to reality. THE END...for now Comments, compliments, and constructive criticism encouraged. silverstar222b@yahoo.com