Amanda - Mistress of Domination By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com This is the twenty-third installment in the Amanda series. Amanda's wound to her bicep healed quickly leaving a slight scar about two-inches long. It could have been far more serious had Juan, the drug kingpin, had a second or two more to react and take aim. The papers and news had reported Juan's murder and that of his mistress as a battle between two drug cartels. The grisly details of his murder were withheld from the media. The story of Juan and Jane's murders slipped from front page news to barely a mention on page ten in two short weeks. Amanda was pleased that the case stalled and went nowhere; however, Amanda was beginning to become restless, feeling the need to once again claim another victim. And so it was quite by accident that Amanda was driving down Hollywood Boulevard late one night when a solitary figure caught her eye. The young girl looked no more than eighteen. She wore satin shorts and a matching satin top that ended just below her breasts. She had black patent leather pumps and a short jeans jacket that seemed out of place. Amanda slowed as the girl walked back and forth along the sidewalk outside of a closed luggage store. The muscle goddess made a right turn and drove around the block, parking a hundred yards from where the girl continued to pace. Before long, a dark colored late model sedan pulled to the curb and the girl walked to the passenger side door. Her walk was exaggerated, swinging her hips and walking in a slow unnatural gate. She leaned on the window frame of the passenger window and spoke to the driver. The girl opened the door and got in. 'Prostitute', thought Amanda, 'off to turn another trick.' Amanda pulled away from the curb and followed the pair. The driver turned into the 'Economy Motel' and stopped next to the door to the office. The young girl got out of the car and went into the office. An elderly man behind the counter took the girls money and passed her a key. The couple drove to room eighteen, downstairs on the far right of the building. The door to the room was almost totally in shadow. The man got out and Amanda noticed he was middle age with a slight gut and thinning hair. 'Not much of a challenge,' thought Amanda, 'but then again who is?' She waited in the car as the minutes ticked away. After ten minutes Amanda got out and approached the door. She could hear the sounds of heavy breathing and the man saying, "Come on baby, make daddy proud." 'There are some sick sons-of-bitches out here,' Amanda thought as she put her hand on the doorknob. The knob turned quietly and she slowly pushed the door inward. There on the bed was the man, pumping furiously while the young girl was on her hands and knees. As Amanda approached, she inadvertently kicked one of the woman's patent leather pumps, sending it rolling along the floor. The girl looked over her shoulder, around the body of the older man, gasped and rolled to her right. Caught off guard, and having been abandoned while still in the heat of passion, the man stood up on his knees as Amanda closed the gap behind him. He began to step off the bed to his left, but Amanda grabbed him around his neck from behind, lifting him. As if in a cartoon, the man's feet tried to find some footing on the carpet as he was lifted by an unseen force. Amanda quickly threw the man against the wall to her left where he landed with a thud against the wall and a chipped dresser. Amanda whirled around to grab hold of the girl, but only caught a glimpse of her naked form dashing through the open door. 'Damn,' thought Amanda, 'she was quick,' and went to the door to see if she was outside. Nothing. Amanda shut the door and with the girl gone, turned her attention back to the man, who was now cowering against the dresser. As Amanda approached the man, she saw that he was perhaps 45, with a bad comb over and small penis. The man followed her every move as she advanced on him. He looked terrified and 'rightly so', Amanda thought, 'I need to dominate this wimp, even though I don't see a challenge here. It would have been more challenging with the girl.' She looked down at the man and with the open toe of her stiletto, said, "Kiss my foot sissy-boy." He looked like he was going to cry which infuriated Amanda. "Come on, get to it," she said sternly. He groveled and kissed her toes. "Now my calves, slave, feel my muscles," Amanda said, "worship them. I want to feel your worthless lips making love to my legs, do you understand?" "Yes," the man pleaded, "but please don't hurt me." Amanda reached down grabbed the man by the throat. "You miserable bitch, you'll refer to me as 'mistress' when you speak and you're not to speak unless I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, err, ah, mistress," he said. "You're pathetic," Amanda said, looking down at the man, "let's see if you can please your mistress with that tongue of yours." Amanda lifted the hem of her short skirt revealing her clit. "Pleasure me, bitch, I want to feel that tongue of yours cleaning my pussy," she said. The man didn't hesitate, but rather stood on his knees in front of Amanda and began kissing and licking her clit. He ran his hands along the back of her muscular thighs. "That's a good slave," Amanda said, "You've had practice. I knew your puny cock was no good, but you have an experienced tongue." Outside, Laura watched through a window. She stood naked only partially concealed by shrubbery and only half aware of the night air against her body. 'That Amazon,' she thought, 'scared the shit out of me, busting through the door like that.' She kept to one side of the window so the big woman wouldn't see her watching. Amanda wouldn't have noticed anyway, she had her eyes shut enjoying her clit getting serviced. "Hmm," she said, "That feels good," and she knew her clit was responding to the attention. The man at her feet took her 'she-cock' in his mouth and began to rhythmically stroke it. 'What's going on,' Laura thought as she watched the pair in the motel room, 'It looks like that mouse is performing fellatio on her.' Laura watched as Amanda was brought to an erection. 'Maybe that's a guy,' Laura thought, 'that would explain why he or she looks so muscular. Here I thought I had seen it all doing what I do.' Amanda grasped the man by the back of his head as she thrust her pelvis and shaft in and out of his mouth. With a shudder, she exploded sending her load of cum deep into the man's throat. He gagged and choked, but Amanda held his face firm against her pelvis. "Ahh," she said, "That's what I needed." She withdrew and the man slumped to the floor. She crouched down and felt for a pulse. Detecting a faint pulse, Amanda lifted the man under his arm pits and wrapped her massive arms around his chest from behind. Laura stood transfixed by this behemoth manhandling her 'John'. She had the man pinned to her chest in a bear hug, her arms wrapped around his front. Her arms flexed and a wad of cum shot from his mouth. The man's eyes opened and he briefly turned in Laura's direction. 'Did he see me watching them,' Laura thought. Amanda flexed her arms, tightening her hold on the man. She not only felt the ribs give way but heard the satisfying sound of them cracking. A prolonged strangling sound came from the man's mouth as air was forced out of his lungs and bone and tissue were collapsed against Amanda powerful chest. 'Pussy,' thought Amanda, 'killing this pussy wasn't very satisfying, but he did manage to get me off with that wonderful mouth of his.' She felt once again for a pulse in the man's neck and finding none, let the body fall to the floor. Looking around the room, she straightened her skirt and walked to the door as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 'I'll have to keep an eye out for the girl. Maybe come back in a night or two and see if she's back on the street,' Amanda thought as she left the room, being sure to close the door using only her elbow. Laura watched as the big woman got in a car and drove out of the parking lot. She waited, counting to twenty, then went to the door and slipped into the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the dead man on the floor, his lifeless body crumpled from being crushed to death in those vise-like arms. She quickly dressed and seeing the man's pants on the chair, retrieved his wallet and took the money from it. 'He won't need it where he's going,' Laura thought. She went to the bathroom and returned with a towel and wiped down the room, wallet, doorknob and wall switch. Taking a last look at the dead man on the floor, she thought, 'The guy was a pig, but he didn't deserve to be brutalized like that. That woman was an animal.' Laura left the room, walking slowly so as not to attract attention, and disappeared into the night. Colleen Taylor was in control. The Amazon inmate may not be the official warden of the Chowchilla Prison for Women, but she certainly had the warden in her pocket, or more accurately, in her pants. The fact was that there were damn few inmates, guards or staff that didn't want to be in Colleen's pants, and she knew it. The warden and guards gave Colleen a wide berth unless she wanted sex, which was becoming more frequent, and then all she had to do was snap her fingers and she could have whoever she desired. She got first pick of the new arrivals, standing near the reception center as she was doing right now. Colleen watched as the bus cleared the initial gate and stopped short of the inner gate to allow the outside gate to close first. Once closed, the inner gate swung open and the bus proceeded to the 'reception center' where Sergeant Mathews and several other guards were waiting. The bus pulled to a stop in front of the guards and the doors opened. Six new 'fish' got off, squinting in the mid-morning sun. They lined up in front of the guards. Sergeant Mathews stepped forward. "Good morning, ladies," he said, "and welcome to Chowchilla. You will be given work assignments, room assignments, clothing and a list of rules to follow while you are here at this facility." Colleen had heard the speech a hundred times and could deliver it herself. Sergeant Mathews looked over to where Colleen waited with her fingers through the chain link fence. The Amazon held up three fingers. Mathews looked back at the line of new arrivals and said, "When I read off your names, step forward," and he proceeded to read the names of all six. He glanced over at one of his guards who walked up the four steps to the double doors and held them open. The women would be processed and given their assignments. "Now if you'll follow Officer Smith, she'll get you started," Mathews said, and the line of inmates went up the stairs single file. "Johnson," Sergeant Mathews said, "a moment, please." Cheryl Johnson stepped out of line and approached the sergeant, "Yes, sir," she said. He walked her near the fence where Colleen waited. "Yes, sir," Cheryl repeated. "She'll do," Colleen said and Cheryl turned to look at who had just spoken. The new inmate stopped in her tracks. He mouth opened slightly as sergeant Mathews had seen many times before. He unlocked a small single gate and held it open for Cheryl Johnson, who didn't move. Leaving the gate, he went to the woman and put an arm around her shoulders and walked her to the gate, then gently pushed her through with a hand on her back. Cheryl was now face to face with one of the most powerful women she had ever seen. Colleen stood a foot taller than Cheryl and was twice as wide at the shoulders. Her torso narrowed at the hips, but was atop two of the largest legs she had seen. Even though Colleen was clad in an orange jumpsuit, Cheryl could tell this woman was muscular. Cheryl looked back in time to see Sergeant Mathews walking up the steps to the reception center. She hadn't even been aware of the gate being closed and locked. She swiveled back to look at Colleen, who was now standing in front of her. "Hi," Colleen said, "I'm Colleen, come with me." "But, what about ... " Cheryl started to say when Colleen took her jaw between her fingers and thumb, silencing her. "Shh," Colleen said, "come with me," and let go of her jaw. She followed ten feet behind Colleen. Colleen held a door open and said, "In here." Cheryl entered and found herself in a warehouse; desks, chairs and other furniture was stacked against a far wall. A bed sat in the center of the room. She looked from the bed to the woman in the orange jumpsuit. "Get undressed," Colleen said. "Wait," Cheryl began to protest, "What are you ... " and Colleen ripped her blouse open sending buttons clicking on the floor. "Either you get undressed or I'll undress you, the choice is yours," Colleen said, and began to unzip her jumpsuit. Somewhere Cheryl thought she heard a door open and shut, but she couldn't be sure. She turned away from Colleen and unzipped her jeans and let them to the floor. "Turn around, I want to watch you and I want you to watch me," Colleen said. Cheryl looked over her shoulder and couldn't believe the muscles. The woman looked huge in her jumpsuit, but she now stood naked in the light shining through a window high on the wall. It was if a spotlight was shining on her. Cheryl slowly turned, now clad only in bra and panties. Colleen approached her with the grace of a lioness. Taking Cheryl's bra along the top of the two cups with just her index finger and thumb she separated the garment as if it were made of paper. Cheryl's breast, free of the bra, barely sagged. Her nipples stood erect, partly because of the chill of the warehouse and partly because of fear. Colleen reached out with her finger and encircled the nipple and areola. "Nice," Colleen said, "very nice." Even though Cheryl was scarred, she smiled. Colleen squatted in front of her and pulled the sides of her panties ripping the material. She let them fall to the floor. Cheryl stole a glance down and saw the Amazon's clit. A shudder ran through her as she took in its size. It appeared to be two-inches in length and as big around as her thumb. "You need to shave," Colleen said, "for our next meeting." Colleen stood up, Cheryl face even with her massive breasts. "Suck my tits, little one," Colleen said, "feel how hard they are." She softly took the nipple in her mouth and ran her tongue over the warm, hard, surface. Colleen held the woman close to her, and then gently pushed down on her shoulders. "That's enough foreplay, sweet cheeks, I want you to make love to my clit," Colleen said, "I need to climax and I want you to swallow every drop of my cum, do you understand?" Cheryl was now on her knees in front of the muscle goddess and looked up to see her looking down. "Suck me!" Colleen roared, "Mistress Colleen needs to quench my desire." Cheryl lowered her head and took Colleen's clit in her mouth. As she did, she felt it become firmer. As she sucked and pulled Colleen's clit between her lips, it seemed to grow. In minutes it was eight-inches and thick as a man's penis. "Hmm," Colleen said softly, "You give good head, baby, Mistress Colleen loves your tongue." Cheryl hadn't performed fellatio since she got out of high school, but 'it's like riding a bicycle,' she thought, 'once you learn it, you never forget.' Colleen was making soft mewing sounds, then said, "OK, baby, take my juice, taste how sweet I am," and she exploded. Cheryl pulled away and Colleen shot a stream of liquid nearly to the bed. "Get back there and drink my cum!" Colleen commanded. Cheryl put her mouth over the base of Colleen's clit and lapped her juices. It seemed as if the woman would never stop, but she did with a sigh. "Ahh," Colleen said, "that was wonderful. Sergeant Mathews," she called out and Cheryl swiveled her head. From behind a stack of desks, the correctional officer appeared. "You can take this bitch to processing now," Colleen said, "and don't jack-off on the way," and gave Mathews a sly wink. The officer didn't respond. "Get dressed," Sergeant Mathews told Cheryl. Colleen stood with her hands on her narrow hips watching. Cheryl looked from one to the other then bent and silently put on her jeans and ruined blouse. Her bra and panties were of no use having been ripped in half. As Sergeant Mathews led Cheryl Johnson through the door to the outside, Colleen looked over her shoulder and said, "Did you enjoy the show?" Warden Miller and Beth Peters, his secretary, came around the stack of desks. "You are an amazing woman, mistress," Warden Miller said, "absolutely amazing." Colleen smiled and said, "Thank you warden, and what did you think, Beth?" Beth stepped up to Colleen and ran a hand across Colleen's plated abdominals. She was wearing tight fitting satin pants, black, with stiletto pumps and a cream colored silk blouse with a black bra that could be seen through the sheer material. Colleen licked her lips absentmindedly. "I liked what I saw," Beth said, now running her hand down to Colleen's navel, "but I may need to see more. Would you be up for that?" Colleen smiled and said, "Name the place and time, little one, and I'm all yours." Beth smiled and said to the warden, "I think we're done here, warden," "Yes, mistress," Warden Miller told Beth and the pair turned to walk off, but Beth turned and said to the Amazon, "I'll summon you when I'm ready". Colleen, taken by surprise thought, 'I thought there was something about Beth Peters that I liked,' and watched the warden and Beth head for the exit. Amanda, still not satiated from her kill at the motel drove slowly along the boulevard that would eventually lead to the freeway on-ramp she needed. She could see the freeway up ahead as it crossed the street, but a movement under the overpass caught her eye. A young black man was leaning against the passenger side of a dark colored sedan which was parked at the curb. Amanda pulled to a stop and watched as the black man finished his transaction and the sedan pulled away. Amanda continued on under the overpass then made a U-turn and slowly approached the man who was now standing at the curb. Traffic was light and she pulled to the curb where the man stood and rolled the electric passenger window down. "Yo, mama, what's a fine thing like you doin' in my part o' town," the young man asked. Amanda smiled and said softly, "I'm just out of a drive and got lost, can you help me?" The streetwise youth cocked his head and looked at Amanda, his eyes lingering on her tanned legs and the short mini-skirt. "Suppose I could take my break now," he said, and opened the car door. "Thanks, ahh, I'm sorry, I didn't get your name," Amanda said. "He-he," he chuckled, "I didn't give it, but I'm Henry," he said. "Glad to meet you, Henry," Amanda said, holding out her hand to shake hands, and as Henry got in Amanda's car and pulled the door shut, then half turned in his seat to take her outstretched hand, she reached up and grabbed Henry by the neck and squeezed. Henry's eyes opened wide then seemed to bulge a bit in the eye sockets. He beat on the iron forearm with both fists then to reach for the knife in his pocket. Amanda watched the man slowly reach towards his pants pocket and said in the same soft voice, "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Henry," as she ever so slowly tightened her grip on the man's jugular. Henry's eyes fluttered and his chin fell forward onto Amanda's hand. She loosened her grasp allowing the man to fall against the door. With a look in the rearview mirror, she pulled away from the curb. 'That couldn't have taken more than a couple of minutes,' she thought as she drove back in the direction she had come from. She pulled in once more to the 'Economy Hotel' and parked near room eighteen. In one quick move, Amanda opened the passenger door and caught the slumping man, hoisting him over her broad shoulder. She opened the door to the room, entered and shut the door behind her. She dropped Henry on to the bed. Amanda noticed that the woman's clothes were now missing. 'That bitch snuck back in here and took her clothes,' Amanda thought, 'I wonder how much she saw or heard?' Her thoughts were interrupted as Henry began to moan softly and toss and turn on the bed. "I just can't seem to catch any breaks," Amanda said looking down at Henry, "I wanted to take a little time, but other things have come up." Henry stopped and looked at the Amazon standing over him. "Wh-what the hell, lady," he said, "you din't need to choke me like that," and was massaging his neck. He was slowly reaching toward his pants pocket once more, but Amanda noticed. Without saying a word she reached down and grabbed the man's wrist. He struggled against her grasp but to no avail. With her other hand, she plucked the knife from Henry's pocket. Still holding his wrist with one hand, she studied the knife in her other. The switchblade was perhaps six-inches long and flipped open with the push of the button on the side. "Cute little knife, Henry," Amanda said, and placing her thumb along the blade, broke it off at the handle. Henry watched in amazement. "You strong, lady," Henry said, trying now to pull free. Amanda looked at him like an unruly child, then smiled and said softly, "You have no idea," and flexed one of her huge biceps. Her gazed traveled from the man on the bed to her own pumped arm. She smiled once more and kissed her mountain of muscle. "Do you like my muscles, Henry?" she asked. "I, ahh, err- what the fuck?" Henry said. Amanda turned her attention back to the man and relaxing her arm, took his wrist in both hands and snapped it. Henry screamed at the top of his lungs, a scream which lasted only seconds as Amanda quickly covered his face with a pillow. As the scream tapered off, she lifted the pillow and Henry gasped for air. "I asked you a question, Henry," Amanda said, "Do you like my muscles?" Henry, now in a great deal of pain and totally confused could only nodded. "Good," she said, "I want to show you something." Henry lifted his shattered right arm in front of him. The arm took an unnatural angle where the bone had shattered. A soft moan escaped his lips as did a little drool. Amanda removed the pillowcase from the pillow she had covered Henry's face with and ripped it in half. She lifted his head and tied it behind to form a gag. "I don't want you disturbing the other guests," she said, "in this fine motel. I'd use my panties but I don't wear any." This brought Henry's eyes back to Amanda's face and once again she smiled. She raised Henry to a sitting position, placing his back against the headboard of the bed. Now from this position, he could see that he was in a motel room. He looked around and then caught sight of the man's body lying on the floor on the other side of the bed. He made a questioning sound and Amanda followed his stare. "Oh, him," Amanda said, "he got me off, sucking my cock, but he had a tiny cock so wasn't good for much more than that." Grasping Henry's jeans in her hands, she ripped them open and stood up. "Now that's better," she said, looking down at his flaccid penis. She slipped her skirt off, then her blouse. Now naked, she walked to the window and pulled the curtains shut, then returned to the foot of the bed. She stepped up, straddling Henry's legs. The pain in his wrist forgotten, he looked up at the Amazon towering over him, his eyes wide. She looked down and began to explore her body with her fingertips, pinching her small nipples and pulling them. She licked her lips sensuously, and Henry felt the stirrings of an erection. As he watched her hands moved across her plated abdominals and slowly down till she teased her clit. With a delicate touch, Amanda parted her labia and with the tip of an index finger, ran it around her clit. "Ahh," she purred, "I love to play with myself, Henry. I can tell you like to watch, don't you?" He involuntarily nodded. Amanda smiled. "Now this is what I wanted to show you," she said and taking her clit now between thumb and finger, stroked herself. Within minutes, her cock fit in the palm of her hand as she continued to masturbate. She looked down and Henry, now fully erect was fondling himself. "You know Henry, I bet you come before I do," Amanda said, "but if you do, I'm going to rip your cock off and jam it down your throat, do you understand?" Henry nodded his mind a whirl of trying to tell his self not to climax, but being drawn to the sight of the muscle goddess before him. He had no doubt this woman could do what she said, rip his manhood from his crotch. Henry had never seen a woman like Amanda before. She radiated strength and power, and while he wasn't the most experienced lover, he had never seen a clitoris that was a large and firm as hers. Amanda continued to stroke herself and could feel herself nearing orgasm. As she looked down, Henry erupted, his cum shooting a foot in the air, then ebbing to a trickle. With a soft moan, Amanda climaxed, her clit sending a stream of cum which she trained on Henry's face. Henry turned as the warm stream hit him, first in the cheek, then as he turned, in the ear. "Ahh, wonderful," Amanda said as her flow slowed to a trickle then ceased all together, "that was wonderful, but you came before I did, so I'm going to take you cock." She said it so matter-of-factly that Henry didn't fully comprehend what she said. Stepping off the bed to the side, she reached down and grasping his penis, lifted. At first, his butt and lower back came off the bed. The pain was tremendous in his crotch and he beat at Amanda's arm with his one good hand which was balled into a fist. She lifted higher and higher, Amanda's bicep swelled with the weight of Henry's body. The pain was unbearable and Henry passed out. This was for the better as Amanda literally sliced the tissue surrounding his shaft with her fingernails. His body dropped back to the bed as blood oozed from the gaping wound in his crotch. Amanda untied the pillowcase-gag and stuffed Henry's severed penis deep into his throat. As she did this, the man regained consciousness and began choking. He tried to get off the bed, but Amanda balled her fist and hit him hard on the jaw, shattering it and knocking the man out. His breathing became shallower as the blood flowed from his open wound. Amanda picked up the body of the 'John' and laid it next to Henry on the bed. 'What strange bedfellows,' Amanda thought and chuckled to herself. With a motel towel, she wiped all the surfaces clean in the room then slipped her clothes back on. Now, her desire to destroy and dominate satiated for a while, she drove home. She would sleep well tonight, her sexual appetite appeased for a while. 'I am the Mistress of Domination,' she thought as she wearily made her way to her front door and the comfort of her bed.