Alex - Party Episode 4, Part 1
by Muscle Fan
A fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality by Muscle Fan


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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.

"Mistress," Olivia said stepping out onto the patio, "the mail is here, you've
got a card." Liv handles the bills for Robbie, and I get little in the way of
mail, but today she handed me an envelope. It looked like it could have been a
birthday card, but it wasn't my birthday. "Thanks, Liv," I said, taking it
from her.

'No return address,' I thought as I looked at my name handwritten on the front
of the envelope, in script; 'Mistress Alex Slaughter.' I slid a finger under
the flap and tore it open. Inside was a card, although not a birthday card, it
was an invitation.

The engraved card read; 'Mistress or Master, You and a slave are cordially
invited to a "Mix Party" on July 7th at 8:00 p.m. Hosted by Mr. Ron Holms with
MS Eve Tyler, hostess', and it gave the address. 'Please RSVP,' and it
concluded with the phone number.

I didn't recognize the name Ron Holms but Eve Tyler was a well-known adult
film actress. 'How did they get my name,' I wondered and then it dawned on me
that it was because of my on-line video site.

Normally I wouldn't have given going to a party a second thought, but this had
me curious. The fact that it was addressed to 'Mistress Alex Slaughter' and
that Eve Tyler was listed as a hostess made me rethink going. I waited several
days and then called the number on the invitation.

"Yes," a male voice said when they picked up. "I'd like to respond to the
invitation I received," I said. "Yes, may I have your name?" he asked. "Alex
Slaughter," I said. "Yes, Mistress Slaughter, should I put you down for one or
two?" he asked. "Two," I said, having yet asked Robbie. "Very well, thank
you," he said and hung up before I could ask to whom I was speaking or how
they got my name.

"Robbie, we're going to a party next Saturday," I said. He paused, thinking,
"I may be 'on-call' that weekend," he said. "Should I ask Liv?" I asked.
"Whose party is it," he asked, "I didn't think you liked parties." "It's being
hosted by Ron Holms and Eve Tyler," I said, "I know she's an adult film star,
but I don't know who Ron Holms is." "Hmm," Robbie said, "I can't place the
name, but I'll look him up on-line." He went into his office briefly returning
a minute later.

"Ron Holms is a movie producer," Robbie said. "Adult movies," I asked. "No,
apparently regular movies, but he's made a few 'R' rated ones," Robbie said.
"Do you want to go, I've already RSVP'd," I said. "Sure," Robbie said, "I'll
see if I can swap shifts with one of the other surgeons. Is there a theme?"
"The invitation came to 'Mistress Alex', so I assume it's a domination theme."
"Your wish is my command, mistress," Robbie said. "And it always will be," I
added, smiling.

The night of the party the weather was clear and still with temperatures in
the high 70's. Robbie wore a purple satin thong under a pair of walking shorts
and a polo shirt. I wore a burnt orange velour thong with matching bikini top
under a short plaid skirt and short leather vest held closed by two chain
clasps and a pair of four-inch stilettos. I studied myself in the mirror.
'This should raise a few eyebrows,' I thought, first turning one way and then
the other, 'and it may raise something else as well.' The burnt orange color
of the fabric made my deeply tanned body appear as if it had been carved from
mahogany.

Robbie drove following his GPS high into the Hollywood Hills. We slowed and
followed a Jaguar through two flagstone gateposts and along a curved driveway.
We pulled behind the Jag and a valet opened my door. "Good evening, madam," he
said, "Please enter through the main door, we'll take care of the car from
here." Robbie met me on the walkway and we followed it to the front door.

"May I have your name," a man wearing a pair of Speedo's and nothing else
asked. "Mistress Slaughter and Robbie," I said. He looked at a clipboard on a
side table near him. "Ah, yes," he said, "Alex Slaughter and guest." I put my
right hand on his crotch and said, "Its Mistress Slaughter to you." "Ah-ah,
yes," he said, stammered, "I beg your pardon, Mistress Slaughter, please step
right in." He tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace. I smiled at
him and released my grip. "Come, Robbie," I said and walked into the foyer not
glancing back at the man.

"Is this how it's going to be tonight," Robbie asked. "I told you it was a
master and slave party," I said, "I was making a point." "No, no, not that,"
he said, "The rudeness, are you going to be rude all night?" "Rude," I said,
"How was that rude, I barely squeezed his little cock." Robbie chuckled and
said, "Like you barely squeezed the cock of the man who I had to remove his
testes." I laughed, and said, "Well now that was different, wasn't it; he had
that coming for assaulting Olivia."

A table was set up midway in foyer. "May I check your clothes?" a woman asked.
She was tall, thin, with small breasts and porcelain skin. She wore a white
teddy which made her seem even paler than she was. "Yes," I said removing my
skirt and vest. Robbie removed all but his thong and I noticed the clothing
girl run a tongue across her lips as she looked at Robbie's bulge. "Down
girl," I said, taking the ticket for our clothing, "he's much too much for
you."

We walked in to the great room where Eve Tyler greeted us. Eve had on a
rhinestone bikini bottom with no top. Her breasts were firm with no sag
whatsoever. 'I'm sure Robbie can appreciate the plastic surgeons handiwork,' I
thought. "I'm so glad you could come," she said, "I've watched all your
videos." I was flattered and said, "I think I've seen all of your videos as
well. Eve, this is my man, Robbie, Robbie, Eve Tyler." "Hmm, my," Eve said,
eyeing Robbie's crotch, "Is that all you?" "It is," Robbie said with a smile,
"It's good to meet you." Robbie kissed Eve on the cheek and her hand brushed
briefly against Robbie's thong. "Hopefully I'll see you later," Eve said, "but
I must greet a few more guests." "Certainly," I said, as she walked toward the
foyer. 'It's not just her breasts that have had work done on them,' I thought,
'those butt cheeks are amazing.' Eve stopped halfway to the hall and whispered
in a handsome man's ear.

I looked around the room; there were perhaps a dozen couples in the room in
various stages of undress. I recognized several from the movies and one from a
television series.

"Hello," a man's voice said behind me. Robbie and I turned; it was the man
that Eve had spoken to. "I'm Ron Holms, welcome to my home and the party," and
he offered me his hand. I shook it and introduced Robbie. "You have a
beautiful house here," I said. "Thank you, if you are so inclined, there are
rooms upstairs for you and Robbie, or whoever either of you wish to pair up
with, but at midnight, we draw names from a bowl." He said, "Participation is
voluntary and either of you may participate. Eve has already told me to keep
Robbie for her." He smiled at Robbie. "Thank you," Robbie and I said in
unison. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Mistress Alex, I must attend to a few
guests, make yourself at home." Ron Holms went off to greet other guests.

"Here ten minutes and already you have Eve Tyler lusting after that cock of
yours," I told Robbie, "what do you think of that?" He put his hand on the
back of my neck and kissed me and then said, "You're the only mistress I'm
interested in giving my cock to." 'Robbie can be so sweet at times', I
thought.

"Hey! Watch it," I said, turning to see who it was that had bumped into me. It
was a somewhat overweight woman wearing a leather bustier, black panties and
four-inch stilettos. Even with the stilettos, she stood a little over
five-foot tall, and had to crane her neck to look up at me. I could tell she
was intoxicated. "Get out of my way, slut," she said with a sneer and a wave
of her hand which had a ring on each finger. She had a young man on a dog
leash, a leather collar around his neck. The man was pale, naked and had a
look of humiliation on his face.

"Slut?" I asked, "You're obviously drunk, why don't you go sleep it off?"
"Look, bitch," the woman hissed, "when I want your opinion, I'll ask, until
then, keep that big mouth of yours shut." I stepped away from the woman trying
to not make a scene.

She laughed and said loudly, "That's what I thought; the big bitch wants to
run away." I glanced around the room and other guests were beginning to turn.
I stepped back directly in front of her and said, "I don't know what your
problem is, but you better get yourself under control or I'll have to teach
you a lesson."

She sneered, looked around and seeing she had an audience said, "There you go
again, giving out unsolicited advice. You're nothing but a muscle bound
whore." I smiled at her and pushed her shoulder. She lost her balance, her
stilettos catching on the carpet. She let go of the dog leash as she fell.
"Bitch!" she said from the floor, "You don't know who you're dealing with."
She rolled to one side and got up on all fours and then stood and turned to
face me, delivering a round-house to my abs. The blow sounded flat and she
pulled her hand away cradling her fist with her other hand.

"Just walk away, lady," I said, "I don't want to hurt you." Eve Tyler appeared
at the woman's side. "What's going on here, Dominique?" she asked. Then it
dawned on me, this was Dominique Dupras, who had a line of high end perfume.
"This Amazon assaulted me," Dominique said, "ask her to leave, Eve." Dominique
raised her nose in the air. Eve looked at me, "Is that what happened, Alex?"
she asked.

"She bumped in to me," I said, "and tried to pick a fight, I tried to walk
away, but she continued to insult me." Eve looked from me to Dominique and
back to me, but before she could say anything more, Ron Holms stepped to her
side, putting a hand around Eve's waist.

"I saw what happened," He said, "Dominque, you clearly were trying to pick a
fight with Alex; you owe her an apology." The woman sneered and said, "I'll
never apologize to that Amazon, she's a nobody, and a video whore is all."
"Well, I can't have fighting in the house, so I must ask you to leave," Ron
said. Dominique quickly turned to him and said, "You can't be serious?" Ron
Holms said nothing but Dominique turned to me and said, "You're nothing but a
video whore, a talentless video whore," at which point she turned and stooped
to pick up the end of her boy's leash.

Ron Holms kicked her in her butt sending her sprawling on the carpet. "You
foul mouthed bitch," he said, "You need to show a little respect and humility,
now get out." She once more got to her feet heading for the door with her boy
in tow. Before leaving she raised her arm and extended her middle finger,
"Fuck you! Fuck you all!"

The guests went back to their conversations. "I'm sorry about the disruption,"
I told Ron, "I never expected that from a person like Dominique Dupras."
"She's past her prime as a dominatrix," Ron said, "and she knows it. She just
can't accept it. Have you been upstairs at all?" "No, not yet," I said. "Let
me give you a tour," Ron offered. Eve smiled, and said, "Watch yourself,
Mistress Alex, Ron fancies himself as a ladies man."

"Why don't you mingle, Robbie," I told him and walked with Ron to the
staircase leading to the second floor leaving Robbie alone. "Is she right," I
asked my host, "are you a ladies man?" He smiled and said, "Of course," and
chuckled as we got to the top of the stairs.

"This is one of my guest rooms," he said, holding the door for me. I stepped
into a spacious room dominated by a heavy four-poster king size bed, a large
desk, dresser and armoire against one wall, a fireplace against an exterior
wall. I turned to Ron and said, "Very nice."

Ron Holms was a handsome man with black hair greying at the temples. He wore a
pair of emerald green briefs that showed his manhood which was right now,
semi-erect. We stood there looking in each other's eyes. Without a word, he
reached around me and unfastened my bikini top, and then ran his hands along
my broad back. "How strong are you, Alex?" he asked. I looked in his eyes and
said, "Very strong, Ron," and kissed him on the lips exploring his mouth with
my tongue. "Hmm," he hummed, "I'm getting a hard on." "I can see that and I
would be disappointed if you didn't," I told him, slipping my thong down my
thick quads.

He stepped back and removed the small briefs he wore, his penis fully erect.
Ron Holms was in good shape for a man in his early fifties. He clearly worked
out and watched his diet, his stomach was flat. 'The only drawback,' I
thought, disappointedly, 'is that his cock is only about six or seven inches.'

"Show me how strong you are?" Ron said. I looked at him questioningly and he
walked to the fireplace and took the poker from the fireplace tools on the
hearth. "Bend this," he said, handing me the metal bar. I smiled and held each
end in my hands and with little effort, bent the bar, first in half and then
making a circle out of the shaft. "Hmm," he mused, "not bad. You are strong."
I tossed the folded poker back toward the hearth and told him, "Too easy."

"Can you break that bench at the foot of the bed?" he said, nodding in the
direction of the bed. At the foot of the bed sat a stout wooden upholstered
bench. "Certainly," I said, "but I don't want to destroy your furniture." He
smiled and said, "I can replace it, let's see." I picked up the five-foot long
bench and holding the padded seat against my chest, wrapped my arms around the
wooden frame. I squeezed and the wood frame and seat splintered. "There," I
said having reduced the bench to firewood, "do my muscles turn you on?" It was
obvious they did.

"Wow, that was impressive," he said, "Your muscles do turn me on, Alex." I
chuckled and slapped his penis and said, "Call me Mistress Alex, Ron." He
stepped back and I said, "Not afraid of me are you, baby?" It was his turn to
chuckle. "No, why," he asked, sounding somewhat doubtful. "I've been known to
hurt my sexual partners," I said, "I just can't control myself." "Uh-huh," he
said, "How?"

After a moment's pause I picked up one of the legs from the bench. The wood
tapered from approximately one-inch to perhaps four-inches where it had joined
the framework. "Watch," I said and inserted the smaller end into my vagina.
Ron stared, open mouthed. I smiled and said, "This is what a muscle Amazon can
do," as I let go of the bench leg and flexing my vaginal muscles, drew the
wooden leg into my pussy. "Hmm," I moaned as I drew it three, four and then
five inches of the tapered wood into my pussy.

"Pull on it, Ron, see if you can pull it out," I told him. He knelt on the
floor and haltingly reached for the phallus. I could feel him pull downward
but my vaginal muscles held it firm. I released the wood and it fell to the
floor, glistening with my cum. "Now, think of what I could do to that cock of
yours," I said, "Are you prepared to find out?" He looked up at me and
hesitated before shaking his head. I chuckled and said, "I didn't think so;
rather than your cock, I want you to get me off with that tongue. I need to
come, so worship your mistress, slave," and I chuckled.

Instantly he kissed and lapped my labia and pussy. I put a hand on the back of
his head, holding it in place, while thrusting my pelvis forward. "Hmm," I
said as I felt myself on the threshold of climaxing. With a gush, I exploded,
holding Ron Holm's mouth against my pussy. "Hmm," I said as I expelled my
torrent of juices. I shuddered as I finished and released my hold on the back
of the man's head. He fell to the side, panting, his face and chest drenched
with my cum.

That's when I saw it. A tooth, lying in a puddle of cum on the carpet, and
then I realized that I wasn't the only one who had had an orgasm. Ron moaned
and rolled onto his back, a gap where one of his front teeth had been. I
smiled and said, "It looks like I knocked out one of your teeth." Blinking he
said, "What?" "Look in the mirror," I told him. He slowly got to his feet and
stared across the dresser into the mirror. "Damn," he said, "I didn't even
know it. That was one of the best orgasms I've had."

I smiled at him in the mirror while I put my thong and bikini top back on. "It
was alright," I said, "but I'm use to a prolonged orgasm, I'm not really in to
'quickies'," and I walked from the bedroom leaving him staring at the gap in
his teeth where the missing tooth once had been.

From the head of the stairs, I saw Robbie with Eve and a tall red head in the
great room. The red head was nearly six feet tall, flat-chested and thin. Her
porcelain skin was unblemished and she was wearing an emerald green string
bikini bottom with no top. As I started down the stairs, Eve came my way.

"Your Robbie has quite the following," she said. "Yes, I knew he would, I
heard you want him at midnight." "True," Eve said, "I can wait, I believe in
making good things last and not rushing." "Robbie is the right man for that,"
I told her, "I've trained him to last for hours. Unfortunately, Ron hasn't
experienced the same training." She looked at me and then up at the second
floor landing where Ron stood. He smiled revealing the missing front tooth.

"What happened to him," Eve asked a bit of panic in her voice. "I guess I was
a little rough riding his face," I said, and chuckled, "I'm sure he has a good
dentist." Eve looked at me. "You dominated Ron," Eve asked. I smiled at her
and said, "Yes, is that so hard to believe?" She smiled and said, "No, I
suppose not, but Ron rather prides himself on being the lord and master over
all women." I laughed and said, "Now that myth has been dispelled."

I walked to where Robbie and the red head were talking. "Mistress, this is
Shelly, Shelly, this is Mistress Alex," Robbie said. "Hello, Shelly," I said,
"Did you want to have sex with my Robbie?" If the woman was shocked at my
boldness, she didn't show it, but said, "As a matter of fact, yes, I do," in a
British accent. "Then I suggest you two go upstairs, it's only two hours till
midnight," I said, "and Robbie is promised to Eve for the midnight drawing."

Robbie and Shelly headed for the stairs; I turned and watched them go. When I
turned around, I noticed a man entering the great room from the foyer. He was
over six-feet tall with a muscular build. He wore black leather motorcycle
chaps with an open crotch. His genitals were covered by what appeared to be a
black nylon thong. His upper body was bare showing his six-pack abdominals and
broad chest. 'Obviously this stud works out,' I thought, 'he looks familiar.'

Other guests turned to see the new arrival. He gave a broad smile to the
others and moved into the room, greeting several of the guests. As he turned
back toward the hall, a beautiful brunette entered. She was short, perhaps a
little over five-foot tall, with shoulder length auburn hair and blue-gray
eyes that seemed almost transparent. She moved with a grace and athleticism
that exuded confidence. She was clad similar to her male companion with
leather chaps and a black nylon thong, but wore a black nylon string bikini
top whose triangular patches barely covered her nipples. She joined her man
and the pair chatted to other guests.

To be continued ...