Amanda - Need to Punish
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



This is the twenty-first installment in the 'Amanda' series. Reader's comments
and concerns are always appreciated. Thanks, Muscle Fan.

Amanda had changed or was changing. It's difficult for me to describe, but she
seemed to be more consumed with maiming or destroying people who got in her
way or were, in her words, 'worthy of destruction'.

Even those of us who lived in the house were not immune from her wrath.
Howard, meek, mild mannered Howard, was shoved to the ground and made to
worship at our mistresses feet because he did not open the door fast enough
for her as she drove up.

Amanda pulled up and when the door to the house hadn't opened by the time she
was on the landing, she threw open the door sending Howard sprawling on the
floor. Without hesitation, she stood over him glaring down at the man clad
only in a black satin thong. "You worthless little worm, didn't you hear me
pull up?" she said, "Why didn't you open the door for your mistress? I've been
too good to you, wimp, pay homage to your mistress."

She placed a stiletto pump square in the middle of his chest and could have
easily pushed the heel through his chest cavity puncturing his heart, but
said, "Kiss my calf muscles and make love to my foot, bitch." She stood there
as Howard kissed and licked her calf and stiletto.

Our love making had become sexual marathons. One time, she clamped her vaginal
muscles on my shaft so hard; I thought she would rip it from my pelvis. Only
after pleading for five minutes did she relax her hold allowing my cock to
escape.

Occasionally I was the recipient of her 'she-cock'. Again, her thrusting was
brutal and physical. She seemed to relish in the fact that she could take me,
abuse me, and then have me service her shaft with mouth and tongue, bringing
her to orgasm once or twice more. She seemed insatiable.

Her physical stamina and physique were unparalleled. She spent hours in the
gym sometimes lifting weights till well past midnight. This was always
followed by a half hour of posing examining every aspect of her perfect body.

On one occasion, Rhonda, who had a body that men and women lusted for, was
lifting weights with Amanda. Amanda lifted extremely heavy weights, whereas
Rhonda lifted what would be heavy weights for men. Sweat ran in rivulets from
their bodies.

Amanda was lying on a flat bench, pressing in excess of five hundred pounds,
Rhonda standing at the head of the bench ready when or if needed to spot
Amanda. Amanda was half way through her set when she said, "You and I have
been friends and lovers for a long time, Rhonda, and do you think I'm all
right?" Rhonda looked down at her, "Alright? What do you mean, do I think
you're alright?" she said.

"I'm finding it increasingly difficult to control my urges," Amanda said, "I
nearly impaled Howard the other day with my stiletto and my sexual appetite is
off the chart. Even John and his humungous cock isn't enough any longer." "I
have noticed, mistress," Rhonda said, "You seem tense, maybe you need to talk
to Andrew and see if he knows of any pervert, drug dealer or wife beater that
needs 'tuning up'." Amanda seemed to think about this as she set the bar back
on its hooks.

She sat up making eye contact with Rhonda in the mirror. "You know," Amanda
said, "You're right. I need to work off this excess energy is all. Thanks,
Rhonda." Amanda flexed her arms and her muscles bulged, her traps flared and
the striation in her upper chest looked like a washboard. She smiled at
herself, stood and walked to Rhonda.

She held Rhonda against her massive body, one hand on the woman's back, the
other exploring her butt. Rhonda could feel Amanda's clit stiffening and
looked up into her face and said, "Take me, mistress, but be gentle." "But of
course, baby," Amanda said, as Rhonda began to massage Amanda's growing clit.
Soon, her 'she-cock' was erect, nearly nine inches. Rhonda lay on the padded
bench and Amanda entered her with no foreplay.

Their love making went on for nearly an hour and each were thoroughly drenched
in sweat. They showered together and fell asleep in Rhonda's bed in minutes
locked in each other's muscled arms.

Colleen Taylor was shown into the warden's office at Chowchilla State Prison
for Women.

"How's that roommate working out, Colleen?" Warden Miller asked. "She's fine,
warden, not the woman I am, but a good fuck," Colleen said crudely to watch
the warden's reaction.

Colleen was all about watching reactions and taunting her prey. "Did you send
for me to ask about my sex life, warden, or was there something else on your
mind like sucking my tits or cock?" Warden Miller tilted his head as he looked
at the inmate in the orange jumpsuit before him.

"What, you didn't know?" Colleen said, "Come here and I'll show you." The
warden walked around the desk and stood before the Amazon inmate, looking up
into her eyes. She smiled and with a hand on each of the warden's shoulders,
gently pushed down. The warden sank to his knees in front of her. Colleen
unzipped her jumpsuit allowing it to fall to the floor. Now the warden's eyes
slowly traveled down Colleen's body, taking in the magnificent breasts, flat,
hard, well defined abs and stopping at her clean shaven pussy.

"Kiss me, warden," Colleen said softly, "I want to feel your lips and tongue
on my clit." He didn't hesitate; he leaned forward and teased Colleen's clit
with his tongue. Warden Miller closed his eyes as he probed her labia, clit
and vagina with his tongue and fingers. Minutes passed and soon Colleen's clit
began to swell. At first, Warden Miller thought he was seeing things, his
face, no more than a foot from the inmates' crotch. Then, he watched in awe as
Colleen's 'she-cock' became erect.

She reached down and stroked it gently. "I'm ready, warden," Colleen said,
"Take your pants off."

Time seemed to stop as Warden Miller looked up to Colleen's face. Looking
down, Colleen admired her 'she-cock' then said to the warden, "I'm not going
to tell you again, take off your pants." He slowly got to his feet and
unbuckled his pants. Colleen turned him around and pushing on the back of his
neck, bent him over his desk where she entered him. She pumped and the warden
stifled his cries. Minutes later Colleen came sending a warm cascade of her
cum onto the warden's butt and legs.

"Ahh," she said, "That was wonderful. Did you like it, warden?" Warden Miller
was having a difficult time standing and Colleen laughed lightly. "Don't be
such a wimp, warden, you know you loved it, I'm bigger and stronger than you.
Here, suck my tit and forget about me taking advantage of you." Warden Miller
greedily sucked Colleen's tits, her nipples as large and hard as marbles.

Once the warden had gained his composure, Colleen asked, "Why did you send for
me?" "There's been a rumor that Rosa Martinez is going to go over the wire. I
want you to keep your eyes and ears open, Colleen," the warden said, blotting
himself with a towel from his private bathroom. He pulled up his trousers and
fastened his belt. "Do you want me to take care of Rosa, warden? I wouldn't
mind." He smiled, but said, "No, not unless this escalates in a hurry, just
report back to me if you hear about a break, OK?" "OK, I can do that," Colleen
said. The warden buzzed the outer office and the four guards appeared to
escort Colleen back to her cell. On the way past Beth Peter's desk, Colleen
looked at the woman and gave her a smile and a wink. Beth blushed but said
nothing. "Don't be afraid, honey, Colleen won't hurt you," Colleen said. "OK,
come on, move along," Fred Mathews, the sergeant of the guard, said. Colleen
was escorted back to her cell without chains or shackles. They had proved
useless in containing the Amazon.

Rachel was waiting for her, a bruise under her eye was beginning to turn a
deep purple. "Who did this," Colleen asked, "what happened, baby?" "Oh,
Colleen, one of the Mexican Sisterhood hit me," Rachel said, "I didn't do
anything, honest." "Shh," Colleen whispered, "I believe you, baby, Colleen's
going to make it all right, you'll see," and she kissed Rachel's bruised
cheek, "now can you tell me who it was?"

"It was Rosa, the one with the tattoo on her neck," Rachel said, touching her
cheek. "That bitch," Colleen whispered softly, "She's making a run for it so
she thought she'd get back at me for disrespecting her bitches, I'll teach her
about disrespect." "What, what are you saying," Rachel asked. "It's nothing,
baby, Mistress Colleen will take care of it for you," Colleen said.

That afternoon, Colleen and Rachel were in the exercise yard. Everyone else in
the yard was watching the pair, but that was not unusual, the other inmates
always watched Colleen and generally none ever approached her. So it raised a
few eyebrows when Debra, one of the white supremacists casually strolled up to
Colleen. "I see your girl had an accident," Debra said softly. "Screw you,
Deb," Colleen hissed, "and your bunch of Nazi loving whores." Debra only
chuckled and said, "Oh, how the mighty have fallen, taken down by a bunch of
illegals, everyone is circling like buzzards after a fresh kill." "Yeah, well
I ain't dead yet, Debbie, and what do you know about what happened to my
girl?" Colleen asked.

"I know who did this," the neo-Nazi said, "What's it worth to you to know
who." "It's not worth a finger-fuck, I already know who, it was that slut,
Rosa," Colleen said. Colleen stared at Debra and Debra blinked several times,
and then said, "Well, she's as good as gone, so I guess she made her point."
"What do you mean she's 'as good as gone'," Colleen asked. Now it was Debra's
time to smile and she said, "What's it worth to you?" "What do you want,
Debbie?" Colleen asked. "I want to have an hour with your sweetheart there,"
Debra said.

"No way, bitch," Colleen said, pointing a finger at Debra's chest, "That ain't
going to happen." "Colleen, wait a minute, that's alright, I can take it," it
was Rachel, she reached up and guided Colleen's muscled forearm down, then
whispered in Colleen's ear, "You need the information, mistress, I can handle
this Nazi bitch, besides, I want you to get back at Rosa for hitting me."
Colleen looked down at Rachel who nodded, then back at Debra. "Alright, but if
you hurt her, I'm going to bust your head open like a melon, what do you
know?" Colleen asked.

"Rosa is walking out of here tonight. She's got some inside help. One of the
guards is her brother-in-law, but nobody knows it," Debra said. Colleen only
stared at her, her mind racing. 'How did this skank get this information'
Colleen wondered. "When?" Colleen asked. "I don't know the exact time just
that it's going down tonight," Debra said, "now when can I have Rachel?"
Colleen looked at Rachel then back at Debra. "After I take care of Rosa, later
tonight," Colleen said, and Rachel nodded in agreement.

Debra walked off. Colleen looked into Rachel's eyes, "Will you be alright,
baby?" "Yeah, I can handle that bitch, I don't think she's into anything
kinky, just straight sex," Rachel said. "I can deal with Debbie later if need
be, thanks for doing this for me," Colleen said, and gave her a kiss.

On the way back to their cell, Colleen saw Fred Mathews and motioned to him.
She met him in an alcove off the main floor of the cell block. "I need to see
the warden, it's important," Colleen said. "You're not going to cause any
trouble for me, are ya'?" Mathews asked. Colleen smiled and looked at the man,
"Nah, you've always been straight with me, Mathews, no funny business," she
said. "OK, come on, let's see if the warden is in," he said and led Colleen
through the gates to the warden's office.

The pair entered the outer office. Beth Peter's eyes widened. Colleen was only
being escorted by Sergeant Mathews. 'That's odd,' Beth thought, 'every other
time she's been escorted by four guards.' "Is the warden in?" Mathews asked.
"He'll be back in a few minutes, he just ran down to the dispensary," Beth
said, and as she looked from Sergeant Mathews to Colleen, the big woman was
smiling at her. Mathews caught the look and reminded Colleen, "You said no
funny business, remember," and was reaching for his mace.

"Save it, Mathews," Colleen said, "I'm not going to rape Beth. She wants me."
Mathews looked now from Colleen to Beth. The secretary's attention was fixed
on the Amazon. She stood motionless, slowly running her tongue across her
lips.

"Come here," Colleen said softly and Beth began to come around the desk.
Sergeant Mathews only stared at the pair. Colleen began to unzip her jumpsuit.
Mathew found it difficult to breathe. Beth stopped in front of Colleen as she
lowered the zipper below her navel. "Suck me, Beth, I want you to pleasure
me," Colleen said.

Colleen's 'she-cock' was nearly erect. Sergeant Mathews had never seen such a
thing, although his sexual experience was limited. Her 'cock' was larger than
his. He watched in awe.

Beth knelt down and took Colleen's 'cock' in her mouth, running her tongue
around its head, then slowly down its shaft. "Ahh," Colleen said, "stroke me,
Beth." Slowly at first, then more quickly, Beth pumped the muscle goddess'
shaft. "Drink," Colleen commanded, "take my juices." Beth clamped her mouth
over Colleen's vagina and drank in her cum.

Colleen, temporarily satiated, said, "You have a marvelous mouth, Beth, one of
the best that I've ever had." Beth blushed and stood up. Colleen put a hand
behind her head and gave her a slow, passionate kiss on the lips, extending
her tongue deep enough into Beth's throat to taste her own sweet cum.

Colleen broke the kiss and Beth returned to her seat at the far side of the
desk, not making eye contact with Sergeant Mathews. Colleen looked at Sergeant
Mathews as she zipped her jumpsuit up. "So now you know why I'm such a hit
with the ladies," she said and laughed, then added, "and a lot of the men
too," and gave him a wink.

Warden Miller came through the door and looked from Colleen to Mathews to Beth
Peters. "Come in to my office, both of you," the warden said.

"That was quick," the warden said to Colleen, "what have you got?" "Rosa
Martinez is leaving tonight," she said and Mathews looked from Colleen to the
warden. "How," he said. Colleen looked at the warden and said, "Before I
answer that, I want Rosa, I can assure you, you'll have a bigger fish to fry
than busting some bitch for going over the wall." The two men stared at each
other and then the warden said, "Alright, you get Martinez, now what's the big
news?" "She's being let out by her brother-in-law, a guard," Colleen said.
"What!" Sergeant Mathews said, shocked, "one of my men?" Colleen only nodded.

The three came up with a plan. For the plan to work, Mathews and the warden
would need to catch the dirty guard and Rosa Martinez in the act of escaping.
There was really only one exit to the outside beside the front gate and that
was a door near the kitchen that no inmate knew existed and very few staff
knew was there.

Sergeant Mathews and two of his most trusted guards hid in the kitchen. They
waited nearly two hours when Correctional Officer Jenkins came through the
door, followed by Rosa Martinez. Midway to the service door that was hidden by
pallets of produce boxes, Sergeant Mathews and the other two correctional
officers surprised the pair.

Jenkins was now seated in the warden's office, handcuffed. Martinez was being
escorted to solitary confinement. The solitary confinement cells were for
prisoners who had been unruly, or defiant, and were locate away from the
general population. The guards opened the door and un-cuffing Rosa, pushed her
through into the dimly lit cell. The door swung shut and the bolt was thrown.
Rosa stood there staring at the door, and then turned abruptly as she heard a
scrapping noise. She jumped as out of the shadow a figure appeared, a large
figure. It was Colleen and she was naked. Rosa's breath caught and she would
have screamed if she could have filled her lungs with air. "Hello, Rosa, I
understand you were leaving us," Colleen said, "I couldn't let you go without
a proper send off," and the Amazon chuckled.

Rosa turned and beat on the door with her fists, "Let me out of here, help,"
she screamed. "There, there," Colleen said as she slowly walked toward the
woman, "Save your energy, Rosa, you're going to need it."

Rosa was 5'-4" tall, trim, with black hair and brown eyes, which were now
golf-ball size. She had several tattoos; most prominent was the number '13' on
her neck on one side and a large, gothic scripted 'M' on the other. Right now,
she stood with her back against the door. Colleen looked down at her, smiling.
Rosa, fists clenched hit Colleen in the midsection with everything she had. It
was as if she had hit a side of beef hanging in a slaughter house. 'Whap', as
she hit her with her other fist, 'whap, whap, whap.' After five or six blows,
Rosa stopped. "Please," Rosa said, "don't hurt me," she pleaded. Colleen
laughed out loud, "save your breath, bitch, Colleen's going to have a little
fun, but first, let's get you out of that jumpsuit." With a hand on the lapel
on either side of the jumpsuit, Colleen ripped the suit in half as easily as
she would have torn a paper napkin.

Looking down at the woman again, Colleen took in the small breasts and dark
patch of hair on Rosa's crotch. More tattoos adorned Rosa's body. Butterflies,
skulls, dice and a large, 'Ricky' which ran along her ribcage were tattooed at
various places on her body. "Quite the walking art gallery," Colleen said.

"Before we get started, I want to show you something," Colleen said, "I want
you to see what a real woman, a real Amazon woman, can do." Colleen began
fingering her clit as Rosa's gaze slowly looked down. Within minutes her
'cock' was an erect eight inches. Grasping Rosa on either side of her ribcage,
she impaled her vagina with her shaft. Rosa gasped in pain as Colleen
continued to thrust in and out, exploding with one mighty thrust.

"Damn, that felt good," Colleen said, and with a finger whipped a few drops of
her cum from her now flaccid clit. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked
her juice from the finger tip. "Umm," Colleen said, "I'm as sweet as nectar."

Rosa tried to back away, but Colleen closed the gap between them. "Ahh, don't
be afraid, Mistress Colleen is just going to have her fun now," and took the
woman in her arms. She held her close to her body and gradually increased her
pressure. There was an audible 'snap' as one of Rosa's rib snapped. The woman
gave a gasp as the pain was followed by another snap and yet another.

Colleen reversed her position and moved behind Rosa, taking her wrist high up
on her shoulder. Rosa, crying and pleading tried breaking free, but was held
fast against Colleen's body. With little effort, Colleen pulled upwards
dislocating Rosa's shoulder.

With one hand in front of Rosa, Colleen cupped her left breast. Applying
gradual pressure toward her own breast, the muscle goddess pressed the breast
until it lay flat against Rosa's chest. Abruptly, Colleen released the woman
who sank to the floor.

Colleen flexed her muscles, inhaled deeply expanding her chest. Rosa, sobbing
softly, looked up at the behemoth before her. Colleen bent and grasping the
woman's ankle lifted her off the ground as if she were holding a trash bag.
With a flick of her wrist, Colleen swung Rosa's head into the concrete wall of
the cell. "Oww," Rosa screamed as her head hit the second time. Colleen
dropped her to the floor.

Rosa lay on her back, face up as Colleen stood with a foot firmly planted on
either side of her head. Reaching down, Colleen took Rosa by her long black
hair and pulled her into the shadow of the cell. There, a cot was securely
fastened to the floor by bolts, to one side, a stainless steel toilet. She
propped the Mexican girl up against the bunk and sat, straddling her head.
Flanked between her massive thighs, Colleen said, "I'm going to face fuck you,
bitch," and slowly squeezed her thighs together. The woman's muffled cries
were lost as she slowly ran out of air. The Amazon didn't stop squeezing until
she heard Rosa's jaw snap.

As she stood, the dead woman slid to the floor. 'That was too easy,' Colleen
thought. She walked to the door and with the flat of her hand, hit it three
times. A moment later, a guard unbolted and opened the door slowly not knowing
what to expect. Standing before him was Colleen, naked, body glistening with
sweat. "Come on in, little man, I'm done here, unless you want a piece of me,"
Colleen said holding the guards stare. He swallowed hard looking at the most
muscular woman he had ever seen. Colleen smiled and said, "What the hell, come
in here, stud, you better be well endowed," and she pushed the door shut
behind him.

She went to the bunk and the guard looked at Rosa, lying on the floor. "Don't
mind her," Colleen told him, "she won't tell the warden," and she lay on the
bunk. The guard, Dennis Wagner, quickly stripped off his clothes. 'Lucky for
you,' Colleen thought as he mounted her, 'you are well endowed.'