Alex - Brutality, Episode 3
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality


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My name is Alex Slaughter. Slaughter is not my real surname but the one I go
by ever since I morphed into the woman I am today. I won't bore readers with
my childhood or my adolescence; the real story came later, once I discovered
my real power, my power over men and women and my true calling; domination.

This is just a snippet of my life, my lifestyle. It may be graphic, but I've
never been one to pull my punches.

Olivia is our housekeeper and cook, but more than that, she's part of our
family. She was with Robbie, Doctor Robert Bennett, for more than a year
before I moved in. Robbie is a well-known surgeon in Orange County and as a
single man and a doctor who kept irregular hours, needed a housekeeper and
cook that could adapt to his schedule. Olivia lived at the house, her room
being at the opposite end of the home, and while I thought she secretly lusted
after Robbie, it wasn't until I moved in that her dreams were fulfilled.

I met Robbie when I was injured while filming a video. A chain had snapped and
sliced open my forearm. I couldn't stem the bleeding so I went to the
emergency room to have it looked after. Robbie was the attending physician at
the time. He examined my wound and then cleaned and stitched it up himself,
turning away nurses who offered to help.

It became apparent quickly that he was attracted to me. Doctor Robert Bennett
suffers from what I call a 'female muscle phobia,' a man who loves and desires
a woman with muscles. He not only enjoys muscular females but also enjoys
being dominated, which I found out as we went from office visits to dating to
me moving in with him and Olivia.

I was never intimidated by Olivia, but, at first, she was intimidated with me.
When I moved in, Robbie introduced me as Mistress Alex. I could see Olivia
flinch, at that introduction, but there was something else, an attraction. I
could see it in the way she looked at me. I'm a foot taller than Olivia and
perhaps a hundred pounds heavier, but she seemed to look up to me and I'm not
just referring to our height difference.

Within a week, Robbie told Liv, "Alex will be the new woman of the house;
she'll be your mistress as well as mine. This may take some getting used to,
but I think you'll come to appreciate it as have I." I think I could have put
it to Liv a little better.

I think Olivia was willing to give anything that Robbie wanted a try because
of her love for the doctor. What I proposed was that we live an uninhibited
lifestyle. Olivia warmed to this and the prospect of seeing her beloved doctor
naked. I asked that we keep our bodies fit and free of hair. Reluctantly,
Olivia and Robbie both submitted to having their genitals waxed, but said they
looked forward to regular workouts and toning their bodies. And finally, as
part of the uninhibited lifestyle, we would share each other's beds. Olivia
looked at me with a raised eyebrow and I told her, "Yes, although Robbie will
be mine, you may have him when I say as I will have you when I want, do you
understand?" She at first nodded and then said, "Yes, mistress."

And thus started our new lifestyle in the Bennett house, or perhaps I should
say the 'Slaughter house'. That was a year ago and in that time we had come to
accept our lifestyle and fallen into a routine of sorts.

"I'm off to the market, mistress," Liv said, coming onto the patio, "Is there
anything I can pick up for you?" I'm lying on a chaise by the pool, but rise
up onto my elbows. It's warm for May and I'm trying to get my deep tan back.
"You could pick up a few of those Fuji apples that I like," I tell her. She
looks down at me and smiles, "Already on my list, mistress," she says.

Olivia is wearing shorts and a simple cotton sleeveless blouse with sandals.
She, too, is enjoying the warm weather. 'Her legs and arms are more defined
than they were when I first moved in,' I think to myself. "You look great,
Liv," I tell her. She stoops and gives me a kiss. "Thank you, mistress, I'm
working out as much as possible," she says. I know she is, although she's busy
tending to the large house, laundry, cooking and shopping.

"Do you think you should put a pair of panties on?" I ask. She looks at me and
says, "You can tell?" I laugh and say, "Yes, even without x-ray vision I can
see you're not wearing underwear." She laughs and says, "I forgot, I've gotten
so use to our way of living, but I'll put on a pair before I leave." She
straightens up and walks back to the house.

Alone on the patio I enjoy the sunshine warming my body. I lay naked on a soft
terry cloth towel. A bird chirps in one of the trees at the far end of the
property. I hear Liv's car engine start and then fade as she pulls out of the
driveway. I doze off.

I'm not sure how long I've been asleep but I wake to the sound of a car
engine. 'It's Olivia,' I think, 'I can tell by the sound of the engine.' I get
up and pad into the house to help her with the groceries. I find her in the
kitchen, several bags sitting on the counter. "Is there more in the car?" I
ask, and then notice that she's missing a button from her blouse.

"Yes, two more, I think, in the back seat," she says. I retrieve the bags from
the back seat and sit them on the counter next to the others as she continues
to empty them. "Liv, what happened to your blouse?" I ask. She touches the
spot where the button was. "I must have lost a button," she says. I look at
her and ask, "What really happened?" I could tell she wasn't telling me the
entire story. She finally makes eye contact with me and I notice a tear
beginning to form in the corner of her eye. "Tell me," I say sternly.

"I came out of the market and was putting the bags in the car, when a man came
up to me," Liv tells me, the tear finally rolling down her cheek, "He asked if
I live around there and how pretty I am and would I like to go have coffee
with him." "Go on," I tell her. "It was all innocent enough, but when I turned
him down, he grabbed my blouse and put a hand on my breast and said, 'You just
think you're too good for me'," she said, "That's when my button popped off."
"He touched your breast?" I ask. She nods, "Yes, mistress," she says, "I
should have worn a bra." "Probably," I say, "But don't blame yourself, he had
no right to put a hand on you." Liv nods.

"What did he look like?" I ask. "Six-feet tall, well built, with blue eyes and
a scar along the right side of his jaw," she says, "If it wasn't for his
aggression and rudeness, I might have been attracted to him." "Uh-huh," I say,
"Let me know if you see him again, he shouldn't have grabbed your breast." I
unbutton her blouse and then notice that her right breast is redder than the
left.

"He really did grab you, Liv," I tell her, "you may get a bruise." Another
tear rolls down her cheek. "I hope not, I don't want to make a big deal out of
it," she says, "I'm sure it won't happen again." "It better not," I say and
wrap my arms around her and hold her against my chest. She kisses my breast.
"Let me help you put the groceries away," I tell her.

That night I tell Robbie about the incident. "Do you think we should call the
police?" he asks. "No, I doubt they would do anything," I tell him, "but the
next time she goes to the market, I'm going to ride along with her. Robbie
nods, knowing not to try and talk me out of it.

The following week, I go to the market with Liv and wait in the car while she
shops. There are a fair amount of pedestrians on the street and I notice one
man leaning against the wall of the market, partially hidden by parked cars.
As Olivia emerges and walks to the where we are parked, the man follows at a
distance. Liv raises the trunk of the car to put our groceries in when the man
approaches. I have the window down so that I can hear what they say.

"Hey, baby," he says, "you're looking good today." "Get away," Liv says,
"leave me alone." "Now, baby, don't be like that," he says, "I know what you
want." "Get your hands off me," Liv says, "if you don't, I'll scream." The man
laughs as I silently get out of the car, his view of the passenger door
blocked by the raised trunk lid.

The man has his hand inside of Olivia's blouse, groping her, his other hand on
her butt. I quietly walk up behind him and, taking him by his shoulder, turn
him to face me at the same time, hitting him in the jaw. His legs turn to
rubber, but I catch him before he hits the pavement. I look around and the
entire incident has taken less than a minute; no one has seen us. "Put the
groceries in the back seat," I tell Liv, "our friend here is going into the
trunk."

"What are you going to do with him," Liv asks as she drives from the parking
lot. "I'm going to teach the asshole a lesson," I tell her watching the stores
along the street. Spotting what I was looking for, I tell her at the next
intersection, "Make a right here and then a right into the alley." She does
and we continue halfway down the alley. "Pull in here," I tell her. She pulls
to a stop behind a vacant shop, the back door covered by a sheet of plywood.
"Go home, put the groceries away, and come back in an hour," I tell her
getting out of the car. "Be careful, mistress," Olivia says, "He's big and
strong." I smile. She waits until I get the man out of the trunk and lean him
against the building. I manage to get my fingers under the top of the plywood
covering the door and pull it away, the sound of the screws ripping from the
door frame. I put my shoulder to the door and the deadbolt gives under my
pressure. I then drag the unconscious man into the shop and close the back
door. By this time, Liv is halfway down the alley.

The shop is vacant and empty except for the counter and rows of shelving.
Several signs still adorn the walls advertising various car parts. 'Vacant
auto parts store,' I think, 'perfect,' as I lean the man against the interior
wall. I stand looking down at the man. I'm wearing a pair of work boots, cut
off jean shorts and a sports bra. I peel the sports bra over my head. 'That's
better,' I think to myself, I found it confining.

The man on the floor lets out a moan and rubs his jaw. "Wh-what happened?" he
asks still not fully aware of his surroundings. "I hit you," I say, and he
opens his eyes, staring at my ankles. His gaze travels up my body until he
makes eye contact. "Why," he asks. "You were being a pig," I tell him,
"Groping my girlfriend." He smiles and says, "Oh, Miss High and Mighty, yea,
well she had it coming." "Uh-huh," I say, "how's that." "She thinks she's too
good for me, all I wanted was to have a drink with her." "That doesn't give
you a right to put your hand on her breast and accost her in the parking lot,"
I tell him.

He begins to push himself from the floor, back against the wall. Standing and
now fully aware of his surroundings he asks, "Where are we?" "Vacant auto
parts store," I say. "Why?" he asks. "So I can teach you a lesson," I tell
him. "Uh-huh," he says and throws a right jab at my jaw. He's quick, but I
block his punch with my forearm and then throw a short jab with my right
catching him in the ribs on his left side. He lets out a sharp cry and I knew
I had snapped several ribs. His left hand automatically goes to cover his
injured ribs.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I ask. He lowers his head and charges me. His shoulder
impacts my abs and he falls back landing on his butt. He blinks several times
looking up at me and says, "You're strong." 'Dah,' I think, 'what an idiot.'
"Yea," I tell him, "stronger than you." I let him get to his feet, still
holding his ribs. He reaches into his pocket with his right hand and pulls out
a knife. With the flick of a button, the blade springs from the handle. "Put
that away before you hurt yourself," I say, but he lunges at me. I step to one
side, although not quickly enough and I feel him slice my oblique muscle on my
left side. I grab his forearm and spin him around. He lands with his back
against the wall hard enough that he drops his knife. I kick it away.

I put my fingers to my side and feel the wetness of blood. "You bitch," I hiss
and grab him by the throat and lift him off the ground with my left hand. He
begins kicking with his legs while grabbing my wrist trying to loosen my
grasp. With my clenched right, I drive it into his midsection. The breath goes
out of him and I allow him to drop to the floor.

"Pussy," I say, and pick him up by the front of his flannel shirt. I land a
right to his jaw and take pleasure in knowing that I shattered it. He's still
trying to get his breathing back to normal but I continue my assault. With my
left still clutching his shirt, I grab his belt and lift him over my head. He
instinctively grabs my wrist, but I throw him to the concrete floor where he
lands on his back, with no chance to break the fall.

Blood oozes from the back of his head as he lays there. I bend my knee and
kick him in the right side of his ribcage, no doubt breaking several more
ribs. I'd love to inflict more pain and damage, but Olivia will be here soon.
But I can't resist one last act. I unbuckle his pants and pull them down to
his knees. I rip his boxer shorts in two revealing his penis and scrotum.
Clutching his scrotum, I squeeze, feeling his testicles rupture. I smile,
finished with my carnage.

I put my sports bra back on, although bringing my arm up on my damaged side
causes some pain and starts the wound bleeding again. I remove the man's
flannel shirt and hold it to my wound. With my right hand I pull the door open
and drag the man into the alley, which fortunately, is empty except for
Olivia's car.

I can see her wide eyes behind the windshield and she opens the car door.
"Stay there," I tell her, "I'm all right." 'Better than this asshole,' I think
as I leave him sitting by the door, a trail of blood leading inside.

I get in the car and Olivia says, "You're hurt, mistress, I better take you to
see Robbie." I nod and she drives for ten minutes until we arrive at the
hospital. I draw a lot of stares, not because of the bloody flannel shirt
pressed to my side, but because of my sheer size. It's not often a six and a
half foot muscle woman comes into the emergency room.

Olivia goes directly to the receptionist but before she's had a chance to
check in, I see Debbie Johnson. Debbie is a nurse, a nurse that gave a blow
job to Robbie. She sees me and hurries over. "What happened, mistress?" she
asks in a hushed voice. Debbie is also one of my slaves, having educated her
on the wisdom of not having sex with a mistresses' slave, i.e., Robbie.

"Just a little cut," I tell her. She gently removes the shirt from the wound
and then says, "Follow me." "Is Robbie here," I ask as I follow her through a
set of double doors. Liv, who saw me leave the waiting room, is following in
my wake. "Wait here," Debbie says, showing us to an exam room, "I'll see if
Doctor Bennett is available." 'Doctor Bennett,' I think, 'You weren't calling
him that when you were going down on him, I'll bet.' I sit on a gurney and
Olivia takes a chair. Debbie leaves, closing the curtain behind her.

'Doctor Bennett, Doctor Bennett to ER 5, stat,' came Debbie's voice over the
PA system. Moments later Debbie and Robbie are pushing aside the curtain to my
cubicle. "What happened," Robbie says, removing the shirt. "The man who was
harassing Liv cut me," I say. Debbie looks at Liv and nods slightly. Olivia
smiles briefly.

"This doesn't look too bad, it's deep and we'll need to clean it out before we
stitch is up," Robbie tells me, "How long has it been since you've had a
tetanus shot?" and before I can answer, he turns to Debbie, "Get a suture kit
and flush this wound and prepare a needle with antibiotics." "Yes, doctor,"
Debbie says and steps from the cubicle. "I was afraid this might happen,"
Robbie tells me; "It's a good thing you're in as good of shape as you are,
Alex." "Just a scratch," I said trying to downplay the injury.

Debbie returned with the suture kit and syringe. "Rinse out the wound," Robbie
tells Debbie. With a liquid filled syringe, Debbie flushes the wound.

Robbie sets about numbing the area and suturing the wound while Debbie selects
one of my many veins in my forearm and injects me with an antibiotic. "What
happened to the guy," he asked as he worked. I smirked, "He got what was
coming to him," I said. "Uh-huh," Robbie said, "What about you, Liv, how are
you?" "I'm fine, that bastard attacked me again, but I'm fine," Olivia said.
Robbie glanced at Debbie who asked Olivia, "Mind if I take a look?"

"Just some abrasions," Debbie said after examining Liv, "I'll clean them up."
So while Robbie finished with me, Debbie took care of Olivia's scrapes and
scratches.

Robbie tossed the blood soaked shirt in the trash after he tied the last knot
in the suture. Debbie pulled back the curtain as the man I had destroyed was
wheeled into the cubicle next to us.

"John Doe, found badly beaten in an alley," the paramedic told Robbie, "he has
multiple broken ribs, crushed testicles, fractured skull and his breathing is
labored." Robbie looked at me and frowned, "OK, let's get a CT scan of his
belly and chest, he's probably got some internal bleeding," Robbie said to a
nearby nurse. "Yes, doctor," she replied. "We'll probably have to remove the
testes, but I'll know more when I get in there," Robbie said. "Yes, doctor,"
the nurse said again.

Robbie turned to me and said, "Is this the man?" I nodded. "You know I have to
do everything I can to save his testes and patch him up, don't you?" Robbie
said. I smiled and said, "I know doctor, do what you need to, but he's really
a piece of shit." Robbie only nodded.

Later that night when Robbie got home, I asked how the man was. "He lost both
of his testes and I stopped his internal bleeds. The orthopedist popped a
dislocated shoulder back into place and wired his jaw. The broken ribs will
mend but they hurt like hell, but he'll live." "Good," I said, "Did he give a
statement to the police?" "He refused," Robbie said, "whether out of fear or
humiliation from suffering that beating at the hands of a woman, I don't
know." I smiled and ran a finger under his chin, "Not just any woman, baby;
come on, Alex needs to have sex." He sat at the table a moment and I turned
back to him. "What?" I asked. I can always tell when something is on Robbie's
mind.

He smiled and said, "You beat a man nearly to death, get stabbed, and you want
to have sex. You are amazing, mistress." I smiled and said, "Just energetic is
all," and laugh, "tell you what, we'll make it a quickie, just a couple of
hours."

As a follow up; the man never revealed to the authorities who had brutality
beat him and Olivia was never troubled again. She told me that she had seen
him around the market, but he never approached her and, in fact, would leave
when he saw her.

A brief article appeared in the newspaper about Mr. Brian Jenkins, 32, being
assaulted by an unknown assailant and went on to describe the crime rate in
town. 'Brian Jenkins,' I thought, 'so that's your name, I guess your love life
has suffered a little, thanks to losing your balls. I should have just let you
bleed out when I had a chance.' I touched the scar on my side which will be a
constant reminder of our meeting.