Juanita's New Career, Part 4: Juanita's Choice
By Littlesilverstar, silverstar222b@yahoo.com
Juanita must make a decision that will affect the rest of her life


Juanita, an enforcer for an organized crime family, stood in her large office,
practicing her kickboxing skills on a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. The
pretty Latina, after discovering that she was blessed with superhuman
strength, had decided that this career path was a natural match for her
talents.

There was a knock on the door. "It's me, Brian," came the voice.

"Come in," she called out, giving the bag a final punch and taking off her
black leather gloves. Brian, who was in charge of accounting for the
organization, was now also her boyfriend and lover after several adventures
had brought them together.

"What's wrong, B?" Juanita asked after noticing the worried expression on her
man's face.

"Can we...talk?"

"Sure. No bugs in here. I made sure of that."

"Well...it's my little brother, Terry. He's a senior in high school.
Yesterday, we were just out grabbing some burgers. He went to the bathroom and
he left his wallet on the table. I opened his backpack to put it in there and
I found some weed. Several bags of it. I questioned him when we got outside
and he finally admitted that he's been selling marijuana to his fellow
students at school."

"Shit," said Juanita, shaking her head and sending her long hair flying back
and forth. "Does anybody else know?"

"Thank God, no," said Brian. "Right now, it's just the three of us, and I hope
to God it stays that way. You know what'll happen if Tony's people find out."

She nodded. Tony was her boss and the leader of mob operations in the city.
Anyone not part of the organization who sold drugs on his turf was targeted
for a gruesome death. Juanita had carried out many of those brutal executions
herself.

"It's ironic," she said. "Since we control the territory and since we don't
sell drugs to kids, all the high schools in the city are drug-free. Parents
and teachers should be our biggest supporters. We're so *misunderstood*!" She
laughed and tilted her brunette head. "So you want me to scare him straight?"

"Exactly. Your...goddess-like skills will leave an impression on him that will
never fade."

She giggled. "I'm not a goddess. Just a freakishly strong bitch." She casually
flexed her large, ultra-hard, darkly tanned biceps. "Bring your brother to
that secret place we have by the lake. I'll meet you guys there in an hour."
She began putting her black leather gloves back on.

* * *

"This better be good, B," grumbled Terry. "I've got video games that need
playing."

"Trust me, it'll be more than good," said Brian.

Juanita suddenly appeared, startling them both. The female assassin was
capable of being stealthy as a cat. She gave Brian a kiss.

"THIS is your new girlfriend?!" Terry's mouth dropped open. "Damn, since when
did you start scoring with hot chicks? I thought you were still a nerd."

Juanita certainly made an impression on men (and some women) when they first
saw her. She was an exceptionally beautiful woman, with an elegant,
high-cheekboned, model-like face, dark brown eyes, and long dark brown hair,
perfectly done in a fashionable coiffure, that went down to the middle of her
back. At 5'7" and 140 pounds, with a 36-26-37 hourglass figure, she was very
sexily proportioned.

She still wore her workout clothes - skintight black pants that showed off her
steel-hard bubble butt and a skimpy black sports bra that showcased her round,
firm, perky, natural C-cup tits. Black leather gloves and black boots
completed her outfit. Her rock-hard eight-pack abs and big, heavily muscled
arms were on full display. Her skin was tanned a very dark brown. She looked
powerful, dominant, and intimidating, but at the same time very feminine.

"Shut up, Terry," Brian scolded his brother. "That's not important. What's
important is what she has to say."

"Now listen, Terry," said Juanita. "Have you ever wondered why there was no
competition for your little drug business at school?"

"I didn't really think about that. I just thought it would work to my
advantage."

She sighed. "This city is under the control of a powerful...um, organization.
They control the drug trade here and they don't tolerate competition. If they
ever caught you..." She noticed a four-inch-thick steel post a few feet away.
Yanking it out of the ground, she gripped it tightly with her leather-gloved
hands, causing the muscles in her big forearms to jump and stand out. Then,
putting all her strength into it, she began bending the steel bar with a
horrible screech of metal. The muscles in her massive arms danced and rippled
as she strained and grunted, not stopping until she had bent the post into a U
shape. "They'll do something like that to your body. If you're lucky, it'll be
after they kill you," she finished. She casually tossed the bent bar away, the
force of her throw sending it all the way out to the middle of the lake, where
it sank in with a PLOP.

Terry's mouth was wide open in shock. "No way...how could that... possibly..."
He began whimpering. Meanwhile, Brian had developed a raging erection in his
jeans at the display of his girlfriend's strength.

"I work for them," Juanita continued. "Now that you've seen what I'm capable
of, you can imagine what I've done to people who have broken that very rule."
At that point, a large wet spot appeared on the front of Terry's pants. He had
pissed himself. A wet spot appeared on Brian's pants too, but for a different
reason.

The brawny brunette decided she had frightened the poor boy enough. "You're a
lucky kid," she said. "You're my boyfriend's brother, so I'll let you go. But
you can't deal any more drugs."

"Yes, Mistress Juanita," sobbed Terry submissively. "I'll do whatever you
say." He reached into his pockets, pulled out several bags of weed, and handed
them to Juanita. "That's all I've got! Man, I've learned my lesson! I've
learned it so bad!"

Brian patted his little brother on the shoulder. "It's all right. It's over
now."

"Almost," Juanita corrected him. She turned back to Terry. "Where did you get
the stuff? I know it wasn't one of our guys because none of them would ever
let a kid get their hands on it."

Terry gulped. "What are you going to do to him?"

The hot Latina grinned wickedly. "It's best if you don't think about that. Now
tell me, who was it?"

"I bought the stuff downtown, at an abandoned warehouse on the corner of 6th
and Main. This dude named Pablo sold it to me. I don't know his last name."

"Thank you," said Juanita. "Now I think you'd better get home and get cleaned
up. Both of you." She giggled, while both men blushed with embarrassment.

* * *

Juanita walked towards the warehouse, still dressed in her black pants/sports
bra workout outfit. Liking the dominant and sexy look of it, she hadn't even
bothered to change when she had made a quick stop at headquarters. She had
gone there only to pick up a medieval-style longsword, one of her favorite
weapons, which she now wore in a scabbard on her muscular back.

She found the man inside, matching the description Terry had given her. He
stared at her.

"You Pablo?" she asked, walking slowly towards him, keeping her front side
visible, not letting him see the sword on her back.

"Who wants to know?"

"A customer. I heard you have some good stuff." She flashed a roll of $100
bills.

"In that case, you heard right. I'm your one-stop shop for all your marijuana,
cocaine, and heroin needs. And all at reasonable prices, much cheaper than
you'll get from Tony's gang."

Juanita was almost on him now. In a lightning move, she drew her sword and
positioned it a few inches away from his crotch. "Bad news," she smirked. "For
you, anyway. I work for Tony."

A wet spot appeared on Pablo's pants. "Again?" Juanita giggled to herself.

The man began to beg, but she raised her sword until it was touching his nuts.
"Shut up. Now tell me who your boss is before I give you an involuntary sex
change."

"His name's Snake and he's set up headquarters in the old Rivers mansion! Now
please, senorita, let me go. We'll close down the shop immediately, I swear!"

"Well, of course you will. Can't sell drugs when you're dead."

"No! Please!" Pablo decided to try a new tactic. "What are you doing working
for that Italian dude? You're a Latina. Why don't you come work for us?"

She glared at him icily. "You sell drugs to kids. You kill without a good
reason. I'm an American citizen, while most of you guys are here illegally. I
really don't have all that much in common with you, so take your racial
loyalty crap and try selling it to more likely buyers, like cultural Marxists.
You'll meet plenty of them where you're going, which is hell."

"Please, Mistress!" Pablo begged again. "Spare me!"

She looked at him and smiled, getting an idea.

* * *

There was a knock on the door of the old Rivers mansion. A henchman went to
answer it. Peering into the peephole, he recognized Pablo's face and opened
the door to let him in.

He gasped in shock. Juanita was standing there, holding up Pablo's decapitated
head in her left hand. Her sword was in her right. Before the man could even
move or shout out a warning, she had stabbed him straight through the heart,
the blade exiting out his back. She withdrew it with a squishing sound, then
shut the door behind her as the corpse collapsed to the floor.

She cleared the first floor quickly, finding only two more men. The first she
sliced in half vertically with her sword, leaping high into the air and
chopping him in two from the top of his head down to his groin. The second she
simply kicked in the jaw with her booted foot, breaking his neck with the
force of her lethal cheerleader-style high kick.

She slinked up the stairs. Rounding a corner after reaching the top, she
almost bumped into a man. Her leather-gloved fist flashed, nailing his head
with a horrific blow that burst his skull open like a melon. Not even giving
the corpse a second glance, she kept going.

In the study, she found Snake, accompanied by two bodyguards. They looked up
in surprise as she entered the room. The guards began reaching for their guns,
but the curvaceous brunette was far too quick for them. She elegantly
backflipped to them, performing a roundoff followed by a series of incredibly
fast back handsprings. She was on them before they could fire, crashing into
them and knocking them down. Drawing her sword, she executed four swift
swings, cutting off all of their hands. Horrible screams came from the
bodyguards as their guns clattered to the floor.

Turning to Snake, who had opened a drawer and was pulling out a submachine
gun, she kicked the weapon away, then headbutted him, knocking him down and
stunning him. Becoming irritated by the bodyguards' screams, she set to work
shutting them up. She kneed the first in the face, splintering his skull with
the force her powerful thighs delivered to the lethal blow. Brown brain matter
stained her skintight black workout pants. She looked at the terrified second
guard and simply cut his head off.

Juanita sheathed her sword. Not in the mood for anything fancy, she simply
said to Snake, "You know why I'm here." Picking up the machine gun, she
emptied the entire 30-round magazine into him, pumping her helpless male
victim full of holes. She blew the smoke away from the barrel of the now-empty
weapon and tossed it aside. His bloody torso, resembling Swiss cheese, would
make a good picture for tomorrow's newspaper.

* * *

Juanita put her groceries into the trunk of her black Audi. It was the old
grocery store where she used to work. She smiled to herself at the idea of
what her ex-coworkers would think if they knew what she did now.

Detecting someone approaching, she looked up. Two large men in dark suits and
sunglasses were walking towards her. She calmly leaned against her car,
crossing her muscular arms in front of her, and waited for them to reach her.

"Miss Juanita Martinez?" said the first man. He and his companion both looked
at her expectantly.

"Oh," she said. "This is the part where I'm supposed to do that thing where
I'm surprised that you know my name. Sorry."

The second man spoke. She could tell that both were irritated that their
little performance had not had its desired effect and trying not to show it.
"Miss Martinez, we have a proposition for you. A business proposition."

"Not really interested," she answered casually. She tapped her Audi. "As you
can see, I'm doing well enough."

"With us, you could be doing more than just well enough. You can make ten
times as much as you're making now," said the first man.

"And just who can pay that much money?" she asked. "If you want to talk
business with me, I need to know your names."

"Just call us Mr. X and Mr. Y." She rolled her eyes. That was so cheesy. They
probably watched a lot of movies.

"We work for the government," said Mr. Y. "And we think you'd be an excellent
match for us based on your unique skills."

Juanita shuddered at the idea of working for the Kenyan Marxist bastard. "Not
interested. Now please, I need to get home."

"Your loss," shrugged Mr. X as she started her car and drove out of the
parking lot.

The two men watched as the black Audi turned a corner and disappeared from
sight. They nodded to each other. Mr. X took out a small remote-control device
with a red button and pushed it. In the distance, there was an explosion.

"Too bad about her," said Mr. Y. "She would have made a great addition to the
organization."

"You know the rules," said Mr. X. "Anyone who refuses employment has to be
eliminated. Come on, let's go get some dinner. I'm in the mood for steak and
lobster." The men turned around - and stopped in shock when they saw Juanita
standing there. Her long hair was slightly messed up but otherwise she was
alive and unhurt.

"How the FUCK did you..." said both men at exactly the same time.

"I've been in the killing business long enough to learn a few things," the
sexy muscle chick said calmly. "I figured you planted explosives in my car
while I was in the store and would use them if I refused your offer. Since you
were standing right by it, I guessed it wasn't the sort of thing that would go
off as soon as I turned on the engine. As soon as I was out of your sight, I
jumped out of the car. Just in time, too."

X and Y were intelligent and informed. They knew that the handguns they
carried underneath their suits would be ineffective against Juanita's
genetically enhanced body. They also knew of her faster than human speed. They
did the only thing they could do - run in opposite directions and hope that
one could escape.

It wasn't enough, however. Guessing what they would do, the hot Latina was
more than ready. She hurled herself at Mr. Y before he could run ten feet, her
booted foot slamming into his neck in a missile kick, decapitating him with
the force of the impact. She then began doing a series of standing back
handsprings towards the fleeing Mr. X. Her back-flips were blindingly fast,
faster than any man could run. She caught him in less than ten seconds and
flick-flacked right into him, knocking him down.

She sat on him dominantly, letting him feel her bulk and weight. "The ironic
thing is I would have let you guys go if you hadn't tried to kill me. You
brought this on yourself," she informed him. "Now I'm sure you're smart enough
to know that you're a dead man. But you'll be useful to me for a while. If you
cooperate, I'll give you a quick and painless death when your usefulness is
over. But if you try to betray me, I promise these muscles will torture you to
the most gruesome death imaginable." She flexed her huge biceps.

Even a well-trained agent like X couldn't help quivering in fear when faced
with this lethal brunette assassin. "I promise you, Mistress Juanita, I'll
obey your every command. I've seen what you can do."

"Good," she said. She searched him quickly and expertly, relieving him of his
gun from his shoulder holster, a backup gun in an ankle holster, and a knife
strapped to his other leg. "Now let's go somewhere more private."

* * *

Juanita opened the door to her house. Brian greeted her, a worried look on his
face. "Where have you been? The pizza's getting cold and..." He stopped
suddenly upon seeing Mr. X.

"I'm afraid that...circumstances have led us to have an extra guest at our
dinner party," she said. She explained to her boyfriend what had happened.

"Are you okay, Nita?" Brian asked with concern.

She threw her head back and laughed. "Of course I'm okay! Their bodies were no
match for mine. And neither were their brains."

Juanita instructed Mr. X to have a seat at the dining room table. Brian sat at
the other end, while she sat between them. "Now, Mr. X, if you'll begin by
telling us who you work for."

"I'm with a secret government agency called the Watchmen." Both Juanita and
Brian giggled when they heard the name. Whoever had come up with it really did
watch too many movies. "We don't appear on the budget and officially, we don't
exist, so we can do missions that are too delicate and sensitive for the CIA
or FBI to handle."

"Who do you guys kill?" Juanita asked.

"Our organization was founded back in 1941 by FDR after the Japanese bombed
Pearl Harbor. It was started to take out real bad guys - spies and saboteurs
who were trying to hurt the U.S. during WWII. But like all agencies with no
accountability, its mission became corrupted and perverted over time. The
government started using it to kill dissidents, activists, and other people
they deemed troublemakers. LBJ and Carter were particularly nasty. Reagan, on
the other hand, hated the organization and almost shut us down. He threatened
to expose us to the public. Why do you think he got shot?"

"I always knew there was something fishy about that," said Juanita.

"Anyway, we kind of reached a compromise with him after the attempted
assassination," X continued. "We agreed to temporarily shut down activity as
long as he was in office and not try to kill him again, and he agreed to keep
quiet about us. He knew that once he left office there was nothing he could do
to prevent us from starting up again. Clinton and both Bushes were more than
happy to use our services. And now, with the current Kenyan Marxist in office,
we're getting more business than ever."

"Figures," Brian muttered. "So when an opponent of the regime has a mysterious
accident..."

X looked at him. Juanita said, "You will answer my boyfriend's questions and
show him the same deference you show me."

"Yes, Mistress Juanita." X gulped in fear. "Some of them really are accidents,
but others are us, yes." Brian and Juanita both shook their heads in disgust.

"And when there's a convenient mass shooting followed by a call to take away
our Second Amendment rights?" Juanita asked.

"Same deal. Some of them are real incidents that we just exploit. Others are
false flag operations. And some are real ones, but we know about them in
advance and let them happen anyway."

Juanita shook her brunette head, sickened and angered. "You bastards. Would I
have been doing shit like that if I'd agreed to work for you?"

"Not the shootings. We want to frame white heterosexual males for mass
shootings and you don't fit the profile. But you would have been assassinating
people, yes. And most of them would have been completely innocent, whose only
offense was opposing the regime."

"Why did you do it? How could you agree to be a part of something like that?"
Brian asked Mr. X. Juanita looked at her man a little sadly. So innocent,
always wanting to see good in everyone. But they did complement each other
well as a couple. Opposites did attract, and his warmth and softness kept her
from becoming too sadistic, just like her hardness made him stronger.

"They did a bait and switch on me, basically. They appealed to me with
patriotism. The first couple of guys they told me to kill really were
terrorists. Then, once they started ordering me to murder innocent people, it
was too late to get out. The only way anyone ever leaves the organization is
in a pine box."

"Well, I'm going to have to decide exactly what to do next," said Juanita. "In
the meantime, let's eat." Brian and Juanita each took a slice of pizza. X
simply sat there glumly, trying to come to terms with his suddenly shortened
life expectancy.

"You too, Mr. X," she said. "Eat up."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'd advise you to eat. You never know when your last meal might be." She
smiled coldly. X swallowed hard, then reached for a slice.

* * *

After dinner, Juanita gave Mr. X his next set of orders. "You will contact
your superiors. You will tell them that I agreed to work for you guys. When we
meet up with them, you will come up with a plausible and convincing reason for
the absence of Mr. Y. I'll take it from there."

"Yes, Mistress Juanita," said X. He took out his cell phone.

"Don't try to give them any secret signals," she warned him. "I'll find out
eventually, and I would not want to be you if that happened. Just be a good
boy, and there won't be any pain."

"Yes, Mistress." He began dialing. She watched him closely until he finished
the call and hung up.

She kissed Brian. "Stay here and be safe. I'll probably be back late at
night." X gulped when he heard her use 'I' instead of 'we'. He began making
his peace with Jesus.

Juanita handed Brian one of X's guns. "Just in case. There shouldn't be any
trouble, though." He took the weapon a little nervously, not really
comfortable with them. He much preferred Juanita protecting him with her
weapon and hand-to-hand combat skills.

"All right, X," she called out. "Let's go. You drive."

* * *

X's SUV stopped in front of a large two-story house in a wooded area, isolated
from any other dwellings. He and Juanita got out. X rang the bell.

Six men were waiting for them inside. "Hello, Miss Martinez," said the man who
appeared to be in charge. "I am Mr. Green." He pointed to the man next to him.
"This is my associate, Mr. Blue." He did not bother introducing the other
four. Evidently they were merely goons. All six of them couldn't help staring
at her sexy body, even though she wasn't wearing anything particularly
revealing. She had changed after dinner and was now wearing skintight black
leather pants that accented her large round steel-hard ass, a black leather
top with three-quarter length sleeves that showed off her thick, tanned, veiny
forearms, black leather wrist-length gloves, and knee-high black leather boots
with razor-sharp four-inch stiletto high heels.

"Colors instead of letters," she remarked. "Higher rank seems to have its
perks."

"Indeed," said Mr. Blue. "Well, come in and let's get down to business."

"Don't you want to search me or something?" she asked.

"That won't be necessary," said Mr. Green. Juanita raised an eyebrow.

"Where's Mr. Y?" Blue asked X.

"Oh, he's driving Miss Martinez's car to her house. She asked for it as a
little favor so she wouldn't have to go out of her way back to the store.
He'll take a cab here." X was sweating like a whore in church, and avoided
looking at Juanita. But Green and Blue seemed to accept his story.

They all went into the living room and sat down on couches. "I just have a
couple of questions before I agree to this," Juanita began. "Basically, who am
I going to be killing and how much am I going to be getting for it."

"We'll start you off with an easy mission. Just policy. We'll pay you $100,000
for it. When you graduate to more difficult targets, you'll be getting
millions for each," answered Mr. Blue.

"And just who is this easy mission?" Juanita persisted.

"I'll go over that with you in private," said Mr. Green. "Come on." He opened
a steel door and led her into a study, closing the door behind him.

The windowless room was small and sparsely furnished. Green motioned for her
to sit in a chair. "Your first target will be a blogger who has been harshly
critical of the current regime," he informed her.

"A blogger? Really?" She was trying to hide her disgust and make it sound like
she was only upset that the target was so small.

"If you want this job and the money and perks that come with it, you'll have
to kill who we tell you to kill."

She let out a rehearsed sigh. "Okay. Who is it, exactly?"

"We have a complete file on him all prepared. I'll go get it." He stood up and
exited the room.

Alarm bells suddenly went off in Juanita's head. She jumped up, but the door
locked with a click and clouds of gas began pouring from all four walls. She
began coughing. Poison gas was one thing her superhumanly muscled body was
vulnerable to. Those bastards! And that bastard X! She had warned him. He
would pay for his foolish betrayal.

She knew she had to act fast. She launched her body at the steel door in a
powerful missile kick. Her booted left foot slammed into it, making a large
dent. She kicked the same spot again, opening a small hole.

"She's breaking through!" came Blue's muffled voice.

"Christ! It's fucking steel! Even she shouldn't be able to... Guys, get your
asses over here and blast her!" Green's equally muffled voice was shouting.

Through the hole, she could see the men in the next room wearing gas masks and
carrying AK-47 assault rifles. They opened fire as she kicked again, widening
the hole. Whipping out the pistol she had acquired from Mr. X and thoughtfully
brought with her, she began shooting, killing two goons with perfect head
shots, but then a hail of bullets struck her arm and hand. With a yelp, she
dropped the gun. It clattered to the floor on the other side of the door.

Bullets struck her legs and torso as she enlarged the hole again with a fourth
kick. The concentrated fire from multiple assault rifles was enough to slow
even her superhuman body. In addition, although some of the gas was escaping
through the hole, she was still coughing and struggling to breathe. She would
have to try something different.

Juanita collapsed to the floor as if the bullets had knocked her down. Unseen
by the men, she began crawling towards the side wall. The poison gas was less
dense down here.

She reached the wall and stood up. The door may have been steel, but the walls
were not. A few swift kicks and she had created a hole clean through the wall
large enough to fit through. She jumped through the space into the next room.
Coughing and rolling onto the floor, she tried to catch her breath.

She felt her strength return as the poison left her system. Looking down, she
also saw that her bullet holes were healing rapidly. She smiled, feeling the
familiar tingling and excitement she felt every time she was about to go on a
killing spree. She kipped up to her feet.

Voices drifted to her. "Looks like the combination of our bullets and the gas
was enough to nail her," came that of Green. She smiled. The sound of gunfire
had masked the sound of her breaking through the wall.

"Too bad," came Blue's voice. "She would have made a fantastic agent."

"Physically, yes," said Mr. X. "But she was too politically incorrect. She
wouldn't have been loyal. Plus she was going to kill me. She killed Y, as you
guys probably figured."

"Good that you gave the signal over the phone so we could prepare the gas
trap," said Green.

"Uh...yeah. I was always going to warn you guys, even though she threatened to
torture me to death if I did," lied X. In truth, he had seriously considered
betraying his comrades and only narrowly decided in the end to warn them.

Juanita decided it was time to go. Heading for the window, she broke the lock
on it with a flick of her thick wrist and silently opened it. She climbed out
cautiously. She guessed (correctly) that there were more men on guard than
just the ones she had seen. Using her upper body strength and gymnastics
experience, she swung onto the second floor ledge, then up onto the roof.

Back in the living room, the two remaining goons, masks on and guns at the
ready, unlocked the steel door at Green's orders. They peered inside.

"MOTHERFUCKER! She's gone! There's a hole in the side wall! She must have
broken through it and escaped!" one goon reported a few seconds later. Curses
and shouts came from all the men.

X felt a cold chill run down his spine. He knew he was doomed. If Juanita had
escaped their best trap, there was no way they could defeat her now. He put
the barrel of his AK-47 in his mouth and pulled the trigger.

"God damn it!" cursed Green as X's corpse slumped to the floor. "Fucking
COWARD! Nobody else is to kill themselves and take the easy chickenshit way
out, you hear me?" He pressed a button and a few moments later four more goons
rushed in. "There are eight of us now and we all have assault rifles. We have
enough firepower to at least hold her off while we make our escape. Now let's
all go, together, quietly, and carefully!"

"What about the men outside?" Blue asked.

"They're on their own," said Green coldly. "Now let's move."

On the roof, Juanita saw two men on guard up there, one close to her and one
all the way across the roof. Both were oblivious to her silent catlike
presence. She snuck up behind the nearest man, wrapped a huge, muscular arm
around his neck, and gave a quick jerk, breaking his neck like a twig.

She began moving towards the second man. When she was halfway across the roof,
he suddenly turned around. Despite the gunfire he had heard earlier, he wasn't
expecting anyone to be up here and his brain registered shock and surprise
upon seeing Juanita.

She took full advantage, throwing her body into a blindingly fast tumbling
pass towards him. She performed a front tuck, roundoff, four whip backs in a
row, and a double full. She was so quick that she completed the tumbling run
in less than two seconds! Crashing into him as she rotated through her double
full, her booted feet kicked him as he was trying to aim his gun, the
razor-sharp stilettos of her boots making two deep, gory wounds on his torso.
She landed perfectly on the roof despite her four-inch high heels. Before he
could do anything, she stomped hard on his chest with her leather-booted right
foot, driving her wickedly sharp high heel straight into his heart. She
withdrew it with a squishing sound, then collected the AK-47s from both
rooftop guards.

From her vantage point, she scanned the grounds. She saw two more guards
outside, one on each side of the house. One was wildly pointing his machine
gun around in all directions. The other was frantically trying to reach
someone on his radio and, evidently, getting no answer. She shook her head,
her long dark brown hair swaying back and forth. It was just like Mr. Green to
think of his men as expendable and leave them in the dark, literally.

Juanita backflipped off the roof, executing a double salto in midair, and
landed neatly on her feet in the grass. Silently running up to the first guard
from behind, she launched her body through the air in a front layout flip,
landing right on his shoulders. She clamped her lethal thighs on either side
of the surprised man's head, then squeezed with all her strength, utterly
annihilating his skull. Blood, brain matter, and shards of bone flew
everywhere, much of it staining her black leather pants.

She backflipped off the now headless man and stalked around the house like a
vampire towards her next victim. Sneaking up behind him, she kicked him in the
back. Her booted foot went all the way through his torso, sticking out of the
front of his chest! She withdrew it with a squishing sound (she was getting
very used to that squishing sound by now), leaving a huge, boot-shaped hole.
He was dead before he hit the ground.

She slung her guns across her back, then made her way back up onto the roof
with a series of leaps and pullups. Drawing her weapons, she quickly scanned
the area. Eight men were sneaking out the front door in a circle. Six goons
formed the outer part, their assault rifles pointed outward, covering each
direction. Green and Blue were in the middle. She guessed, correctly, that X
had killed himself once her escape had been discovered. She shrugged. She
probably would have done the exact same things he had done had she been in his
place.

She turned her focus to business. The goons were covering every direction on
the ground, but foolishly failing to check for danger from above. She made her
way to the edge of the roof.

With a machine gun in each hand, she opened fire. Her markswomanship was
brutally efficient. Her bullets ripped through the six goons' torsos like
paper, killing all six before any could even turn upward, much less get a shot
off. Green and Blue began raising their weapons, but she machine gunned them
in the legs, knocking them to the ground and sending their weapons clattering
down.

Juanita brought herself down to the grass with a double front flip off the
roof. She aimed her machine guns at Green and Blue. "Sorry, boys," she
smirked. "Looks like you fail. All your goons are dead." She kicked open the
front door, tossed her guns inside, then grabbed a man in each hand. Lifting
them easily with her superhuman strength, she carried them inside, roughly
tossed them onto the living room floor, and closed the door behind her.

She looked down at them, crossing her thick arms in front of her. Her
forearms, with a wrist measurement of almost eight inches, were bigger than
most men's. "I've been thinking about what to do next," she said. "And the sad
part for me is that I need to let one of you live." She raised her hand. "No
begging, I've already decided it's going to be Blue. Green, you planned my
murder, and you left your own men behind like a coward. Blue, you're not the
boss here, but you're also high-ranking enough to serve my purposes."

"Thank you, Mistress Juanita," said Blue.

"Don't thank me yet," she said coldly. "You're still going to be punished.
I'll save that for until after I deal with Greenie here." She suddenly
cartwheeled over to the men. Bending down, she knocked Blue out with a karate
chop to his neck.

She stood over the terrified Green, her beautiful face expressionless. "You
had a pretty good life, didn't you. Good pay, lots of benefits, special
privileges. And all you had to do was order hundreds of innocent people
murdered, year after year. Well, karma always gets people like you in the end.
And it'll be delivered by me."

"Please," begged Green. "I can get you cash. Fifty million dollars to spare my
life. Immunity from prosecution for anything. Anything you want! I can get it
all for you! Please, just have mercy!"

Her high-cheekboned, darkly tanned face still showed no emotion. "Even if I
could trust you, which I can't, I still wouldn't. Too many of you elites have
bribed your way out of trouble."

"Then just finish me quickly, please!"

She shrugged. "Nah." With that, she punched him in the stomach. Her huge fist
drove deep into his gut. When she withdrew it, there was a massive hole.
Reaching back into it, she yanked out several feet of his intestines, ignoring
his agonized screams of excruciating pain. She then looked down at his
bloodied legs. One of his kneecaps had already been shattered by a bullet. She
destroyed the other one by smashing her elbow down onto it.

Standing up, she kicked him repeatedly in the side, breaking his ribs one by
one and sending fragments of bone into his lungs. "Like my legs?" she taunted
him. His only answer was more screaming.

"Or do you like my arms better?" She sat down next to him again and ripped off
his pants and underwear. She wrapped her leather-gloved right hand around his
cock, which quickly became erect despite his horrific wounds.

"Check out the size of my forearms," she bragged. Juanita's massive forearms,
tanned a very dark brown, were heavily muscled and crisscrossed with prominent
veins. They were so well developed that the slightest movement she made caused
her forearm muscles to ripple and dance as if they were a living, breathing
mass.

"And now, check out their power." She gave his cock a hard squeeze, crushing
it into paste with her superhuman wrist strength. She laughed sadistically at
his soulless howls of pure agony, then wrapped her fist around his testicles
and squeezed, crushing them into goo in turn.

Green's thighs had been badly wounded by Juanita's earlier barrage of bullets.
In some places, the femur bone was showing. She ripped apart his skin and
yanked out one of his femurs. She began hitting him in the face with his own
bone repeatedly, taunting him with, "Stop hitting yourself!" Finally, seeing
that her victim was close to bleeding to death, she stabbed him right through
the heart with his own femur bone. Not quite finished even though her victim
was dead, she ripped his head off and stuck it on top of the femur like a
gruesome trophy. She looked at her handiwork and laughed.

She bitch-slapped Blue across the face several times with her leather-gloved
hands. "Wake up, Bluey-boy." Blue woke up, took one look at Green's mutilated
corpse, and promptly puked his dinner all over the living room floor.

He looked at the pretty Latina. Her long dark brown hair was wild and messy as
it framed her supermodel-like tanned face. Her tight leather outfit showed off
her curvaceous hourglass figure. The cleavage from her big tits was displayed
by her rather low-cut skintight black top. How could such a beautiful young
woman be so brutal?

"How could such a beautiful young woman be so brutal, you ask?" she said.

"Oh my God. Do you have mind reading powers too?" he gasped.

She giggled. "Uh, no, dumbass. You said that last part out loud."

"Oh." He looked down in embarrassment.

"What are you so shocked about? You've obviously been spying on me for a
while. You've known what I'm capable of. And had I gone along with you guys,
I'd have been doing this exact same kind of brutality, only it would have been
on innocent people."

"Uggh." Blue groaned, in pain from his bullet-riddled legs. "I warned him. I
warned Green that you were too dangerous. Oh, why didn't I just listen to my
mother and become a doctor like she wanted me to? Why did I have to do this?"

Juanita shrugged. "You made your choice. Now you have to live with the
consequences. Now, here's what's going to happen next. I know that I can't
take on your empire alone. But there are going to be some changes. I'm going
to give you a list of people and organizations. Everyone on that list is to be
left the fuck alone by you guys. First on the list is my boyfriend, Brian.
Then I have my family and friends, Tony and his organization, and my favorite
politicians, activists, and bloggers. I secretly taped Mr. X while he was at
my house. I taped his confession that the Watchmen exist and his statements on
what they do. If anything happens to anyone on that list, I will release that
tape to the public and your headquarters will be facing a lynch mob of angry
citizens before the sun sets on that day. Also, I've arranged that the tape
will be automatically made public if I die or disappear."

Blue nodded miserably. "May I see the list, please?" he asked in a meek voice.
Juanita handed him a piece of paper.

He looked over the list. "Damn," he said now and then, when a particular name
jumped out at him.

"Awww," she teased. "Some people you wanted to kill on that list?"

"Not me personally. But a few of these names were slated for death. This
blogger here was going to be poisoned and made to look like he died of a heart
attack. And a couple of civil liberties loving, world government hating,
America-First congressmen were going to be on a plane trip together next week.
Guess they're not going to have an accident after all. Looks like you've saved
some lives." He sighed. "Look, I never thought it would end up like this! I
started out trying to do the right thing. Things just...got out of hand."

"That's how it always is," she said, her voice emotionless and unsympathetic.
"It starts off with the best of intentions. They always say, 'We need a strong
leader to GET SHIT DONE!' But it always ends up in the same place. The
Inquisition. Lincoln's suspension of civil liberties. Night of the Long
Knives. Dictatorship of the proleteriat. The Patriot Act. Wiretapping. It
always ends up with tyranny, lies, and violence. Always. You'd think you
people would have learned by now."

There was nothing Blue could say to that. He simply hung his head in shame.

"Well, time for your punishment," she said.

"Mercy," he simply pleaded in a low voice.

"I'm already showing you mercy by sparing your life. It's more than you
deserve. Be thankful that I didn't just snuff you out like I could have so
easily." With that, Juanita grabbed Mr. Blue and lifted him high into the air.

Then she brought him down onto her waiting, leather-clad knee in a perfect
backbreaker, pulverizing his lower spine and paralyzing him from the waist
down. His bladder and bowels both involuntarily emptied and he pissed and shat
himself as she threw him to the floor.

As she turned to leave, she noticed that Blue kept looking at a painting on
the far wall. "There's a safe behind that picture, isn't there," she said.

"Dammit!" he cursed. "You're so smart."

"Thanks, baby," she teased him. "I am smart, but it doesn't take a genius to
figure out why you're staring at that painting."

Blue groaned to himself. He had lost the battle, his comrades, his legs, and a
considerable amount of his power. Now he was also going to have to report the
loss of the valuables in the safe to his superiors.

"What's the combination to...oh, forget it, I don't need it." Juanita tossed
the painting aside. There was indeed a safe there. She took a deep breath,
drew back her massive, leather-gloved fist, and smashed it into the steel safe
door. Her fist went all the way through the three inches of steel. She reached
through the hole, unlatched the door from the inside, and opened it. Inside
were piles of $100 bills and rolls of gold Krugerrands. She counted them.
There was half a million in cash and another half a million in gold.

"Thanks for the money," she smirked. "Some of it will pay to replace my car
that your buddies destroyed. Think of the rest as a fine for your crimes." She
looked at him sternly. "When you feel that your new life is miserable, think
of the misery you and your organization have inflicted on others." As she
began leaving with the goodies, she dropped a gold Krugerrand on his face.
"Use that to buy yourself a nice wheelchair."

She left him there, surrounded by corpses, her high heels clicking on the
wooden floor as she exited the house.

* * *

Juanita called Brian on her cell phone to give her a ride home. "I don't want
to have Mr. X's car in my driveway."

On the way back to Juanita's house, she said, "Tomorrow I'm going to buy a new
black Audi."

"The same kind? That'll be your third."

She giggled. "What can I say? I like that car."

"So what happened over there?" Brian asked curiously.

"Long story short, Mr. X got stupid. He tried to betray me. Of course I
outsmarted and outfought him and all his buddies."

"I can tell," he replied. She was covered in blood and also something
brown...maybe brain matter?

"Sorry about getting your car dirty. I'll pay to have it cleaned. We just got
a million dollars richer." She shook the cash and gold in her lap.

"That's okay. I'm not worried about the car. I was just...Will there be
any...consequences coming our way?"

She smiled warmly and gave him a kiss. "No. I made sure of that. I made a
little...arrangement that should keep us and everyone we love safe."

"My warrior princess. I should thank you for probably saving my life again."

"De nada, sweetie," said Juanita. "Come on, let's hurry home. I'm in the mood
for a fuck."

THE END

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