Amanda - Be Careful What You Wish For
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



This is the fifteenth installment in the 'Amanda' series.

Colleen continued to come by the house, usually in the evenings after work,
being instructed by Mistress Rhonda and Mistress Amanda on how to exercise and
how to handle her new found station in life. Weekends were spent sunning by
the pool and discussing the 'Amazon lifestyle'. She was still handling
domestic abuse cases for the county and I pitied the man or woman who went up
against her.

Her physique had changed dramatically. Her shoulders widened and waist
narrowed, and while still not quite as big as Rhonda, she appeared to be a
force to be reckoned with. Since I saw her in our gym working out naked, I was
perhaps a better judge of her physical transformation than someone who saw her
in her street clothes. She had definitely changed since she had first come
here.

Part of her training was also how to conduct herself, so that she would fit in
with the 'dominated world' as Amanda called it. Her self-confidence increased,
but I wondered how she would treat me if we were to have sex again. That first
night after her 'transformation', I thought she was going to snap me in half.

On one of Colleen's last visits, Amanda met with her in her office. "You're
training on being a muscle goddess is complete and I must say, you've come a
long way, Colleen," Amanda told her, "As a parting 'gift', I would like to
give you one final injection that may help you." "Thank you, mistress,"
Colleen said, "I hope I haven't been a burden and I hope not to disappoint
you."

"I'm sure you won't, Colleen," Amanda said, "now if you'll lie down on the
couch, this will only take a minute." Colleen lay on the couch and Amanda
retrieved a syringe from her desk. As she injected Colleen's clit, Colleen
flinched but did not cry out. Amanda injected the serum slowly and as she
finished and removed the needle, she noticed a quiver to Colleen's clit. She
smiled.

She returned the empty syringe to her desk, then turning back to the couch,
looked down at Colleen. As the minutes ticked by, the neophyte muscle
goddesses clit began to grow. "How do you feel?" Amanda asked. "Fantastic,"
Colleen said, "it feels warm. I had always been self-conscious and embarrassed
of my clit, now," as she looked down at herself, "now I'm proud of it." Amanda
smiled, thinking of her own 'she cock.'

Slowly it grew, becoming thicker. Colleen reached down and took her shaft
between her thumb and forefinger. "It's hard," she said. "Yes," Amanda said,
"it's like a man's dick. What you have now is, in a sense, an 'Amazon
hard-on'." Colleen laughed and stroked her newly erect clit, bringing herself
to orgasm.

As Colleen got to her feet, Amanda gave her a hug and said, "Remember, so show
compassion and restraint when dealing with those that are submissive and show
no mercy to those that deserve to be punished, but above all, be careful so as
not to draw attention to yourself." "Thank you, mistress," Colleen said, "I've
learned a lot and I won't disappoint you."

They kissed and parted. Colleen got dressed and Amanda pushed the call button
on her desk phone. Howard was there before Colleen could button her blouse.
"You rang, mistress," Howard asked. "Yes, Howard, would you see Mistress
Colleen to the door?" Amanda asked. "Certainly mistress," he replied.

Howard held the front door open for Colleen and she was about to exit when she
turned to Howard and asked, "Do I scare you, Howard?" and cupped the old man's
genitals. Caught completely off guard, Howard stammered, "Err, ah, yes,
Mistress Colleen, you do." A broad grin spread across her face and Colleen
gently squeezed the satin fabric of the thong he wore and said, "Good, Howard,
good."

She released her grip and laughed, turned and left. She hadn't cleared the
stoop when Howard shut the door and turned the deadbolt. He could still hear
her laughter until she started her car and drove away.

The next weekend, Amanda announced that we were going on a brief vacation to
Hawaii, a little 'away time' from work. She had rented a condo on Maui and we
would be there a week. I must say I was looking forward to it.

The five of us flew direct and after picking up our rental car and loading our
baggage, we followed our GPS directions to the condo complex. Rhonda went to
the office to check in and pick up the keys while Amanda, Maria, Howard and I
walked around the gardens and found the community swimming pool.

The pool had a couple of families, with children, a few singles and several
couples. As soon as the four of us entered the pool area, every eye turned in
our direction. I hoped that some of the women were looking at me, but more
than likely they were looking at Amanda. Howard and I had on shorts, Hawaiian
shirts and flip-flops, while Maria wore a pair of short shorts and a
scoop-neck blouse. Amanda, however, had on a sleeveless sun dress which ended
just several inches below her clit.

One man hurriedly rolled onto his stomach, I suspected to hide the erection he
was experiencing. A woman of one of the couples in lying poolside froze with a
morsel of food midway between her plate and her mouth. Her mouth hung open as
if she were seeing something she couldn't believe.

By the time we reached the other side of the pool area, Rhonda caught up to us
with the key to the condo. Eyes followed her as she quickly walked across the
deck. She seemed to be unaware of the stares.

Rhonda unlocked the door and we went in to the four bedroom unit. It was an
end unit and had a spectacular view of the beach and ocean. Howard and I went
back to the car and brought the suitcases and bags in. We had to make two
trips to collect them all. Howard put his bag in the smallest bedroom, while I
put Maria's in another. Rhonda and Amanda each had a room which left me to
share either Amanda or Rhonda's bed. 'This will prove to be an interesting
week,' I thought.

Maria and Howard drove to the market, while Amanda, Rhonda and I changed into
swimsuits, something we rarely wore, and headed for the beach. Even though it
was late afternoon, the warm wind blew and we spread our beach towels on the
sand. Soon the three of us were fast asleep.

It didn't take the five of us long to fall into the slow paced island life. On
our second day, Rhonda, Amanda and I were exploring the island when we
happened upon a 'clothing optional' beach. We parked and entered the expanse
of beach through a grove of banyan trees. It was sparsely populated, but it
was early. Spreading the towels out, we quickly shed our shorts and shirts,
then took off our swimsuits.

"Now this is more like it," Amanda said, applying sunscreen to her already
deeply tanned skin. "It's like paradise," Rhonda said, rubbing her own
sunscreen in. "I'm going to go for a dip," I said turning and walking to the
water. I waded in, allowing my body to adjust to the water temperature.

Standing thigh deep in water, a shapely woman jogged past, her breasts
bouncing slightly with each stride. She was perhaps five yards past me when
she slowed and turned, coming back in my direction.

"Hi," she said, "I'm Malia; I haven't seen you around here before." She stole
a couple of quick glances at my penis, whose head was touching the water. I
smiled and said, "I'm John, my roommates and I just found this place, so far
it's the highlight of our trip." "It's great," Malia said, "Free and
beautiful, and you meet some interesting people, too. A few creeps, but for
the most part, good people."

"So which am I," I asked, "interesting people or creep?" "Oh, you're one of
the interesting ones," she said, "definitely one of the interesting ones."

"Malia," I said, "this is Amanda and Rhonda, my roommates." Amanda and Rhonda
had come down to the water and now stood behind Malia. She turned and caught
her breath. "Ahh, err, hi," she said, extending her hand, "I'm Malia, nice to
meet you."

I always love to see the reaction of people who meet Amanda and Rhonda for the
first time. Malia's reaction was classic; one of surprise, which people
generally try and mask, and then either fear or awe. I was curious to see how
Malia would react.

Amanda shook her hand, then Rhonda. "Nice to meet you, Malia," Rhonda said,
"do you live here?" "Yes," she said, "born and brought up on Maui." "It's a
beautiful island," Amanda said, wading in to where I was standing. "I think
so," Malia said, "most tourists keep coming back."

Malia stood about 5'-4" with long black hair, perky breasts and a shape that
most women would die for. Since she had been jogging on the beach, it was
obvious she was in to taking good care of herself.

"What do you do, Malia," Amanda asked. "I work at a bar in Lahaina," she said,
"we like to see the tourist come in."

"Malia was telling me that some interesting people come to this beach but
there have been a few creeps as well," I said. "The fact that it's a clothing
optional beach seems to bring the perverts out," Malia said. "Like the guy in
the trees that's watching us," Rhonda said. Malia began to turn but Amanda
said softly, "No, don't look. This is going to be fun," and began to jog down
the beach. "What's she going to do?" Malia asked. "She's going to take care of
some business," Rhonda said, "Mistress Amanda is going to have some fun."

"Mistress?" Malia asked. Rhonda looked at me with a raised eyebrow, so I said
to Malia, "Mistress Rhonda and Mistress Amanda are dominatrix." "And you, what
do you do?" Malia asked. I looked at Rhonda and she smiled, and then said to
the girl, "John here is our resident stud. He services Mistress Amanda and I
and takes care of whatever we ask of him."

Malia looked at me wide eyed, then looked down at my penis, this time, making
no effort to hide her stare. "I see," she said, "I've never met a dominatrix
or a stud before," and chuckled softly.

Rhonda, now looking toward the tree line said, "It looks like Amanda caught
the guy, come on, let's see what she has planned," and began walking toward
the trees. Malia and I soon caught up and as we neared the beginning of the
banyan grove, saw Amanda facing the man who was tied to a tree set back from
the beach. A backpack lay a few feet away.

The man's eyes widened as we approached and the three of us stood watching him
and Amanda. Mistress Amanda had tied the man's arms behind him and in back of
a 6-inch diameter tree. Without taking her eyes off of her prey, she said,
"This asshole was back here in the trees taking pictures of us." "Wh-what are
you going to do?" he asked.

Amanda reached out and with both hands, stripped the shirt from the man. Then,
with her index finger, ran her hand down from his collar bone along his rib
cage stopping at one of the man's ribs. With a quick push, there was an
audible 'snap' as she broke his rib. It took the man several seconds to
register what had just happened, and then he screamed in pain.

"Wimp," Amanda said as she jammed the remnants of his shirt into the man's
mouth.

I looked at Malia who stood there stunned. Rhonda faced the man and drove a
fist into his midsection. Now, trying to breathe with the gag in his mouth,
she slumped to his knees. Both Amazons stood looking down at the man for what
seemed a long time.

"Get up, bitch," Amanda said. The man tried to get up, but his legs were
wobbly. Amanda reached out and the man tried to pull away, but reaching under
his arm, lifted him again to a standing position.

Amanda once again took her index finger and this time placed it on the man's
clavicle. He began to shake his head, mumbling 'no', tears filling his eyes.
"John, Malia, watch," she said, and snapped the bone as if it were a
toothpick. His muffled scream died as he passed out and once again slumped to
the ground.

"What was he doing here in the trees," Malia asked. "I have no idea," Amanda
said, "watching us, jacking off would be my guess." "He was taking pictures,"
Rhonda said, and held up a camera with a sizeable lens attached.

Now all eyes turned once again to the man on the ground that was beginning to
stir again. Amanda asked, "What did he shoot, Rhonda?" Rhonda powered up the
camera and began looking at the images. "You and I lying on the beach," Rhonda
said, "and there's several of John and Malia standing in the water, and here's
several of Malia jogging on the beach. This guy was quite the photographer."

"Shots of me jogging naked," Malia asked. We looked at her and I smiled, "This
is one of your creeps you were telling me about. He's probably been following
you while you were running." Malia went to the man who was trying to get to
his feet and slapped him across the face. "You son of a bitch, what were you
going to do with those pictures, put them on the internet? Look at them and
jack off?" Malia shouted, and slapped him again. His cheek was red. "You
pervert, you should be castrated," Malia said.

I put my arm around Malia and moved her away from the man. Rhonda tore away
his shorts. He now stood there clad only in a pair of soiled white cotton
underwear, which Amanda quickly removed.

"I think that's a great idea, Malia," Amanda said, "watch this." Amanda took
the man's penis and scrotum almost lovingly in the palm of her right hand and
with her thumb, began to stroke his manhood. We all watched wondering what
Mistress Amanda had in mind.

"Come on baby, make it nice and hard for little Amanda," the Amazon cooed, and
as she stroked his cock with her thumb the man began to get an erection.
"That's a good boy, get it nice and hard. You do like it hard, don't you," she
asked, and the man's eyes were only partially open.

Her hand clamped down like a vise and the man's eyes flew open. "I asked if
you like it hard, sissy-boy," Amanda said, only inches from his face. The
muffled scream came to an abrupt end as the man passed out. He would have
fallen to the ground, but was kept upright by Amanda's hold on his penis and
scrotum.

As she squeezed, blood oozed from between her fingers. "Please, Amanda, stop,"
Malia cried. "You may call me Mistress Amanda, little one," Amanda said, "and
remember, you're the one who said I should castrate him." "I didn't mean it,
really," Malia said. Amanda turned and looked at her, a smile on her face as
their eyes locked.

In the quiet of the banyan grove, I heard what I could only describe as a
tearing sound. It seemed as if the world stood still and then Amanda took
Malia's right elbow in her left hand and raising her arm, placed the man's
severed penis and scrotum in the palm of her hand.

"Here's a little souvenir for you, little one," Amanda said, and folded the
girls fingers around the bloody remains.

Malia opened her fingers and looked down at the mangled remains of the man's
cock and balls. Then she looked at the man, now slumped to his knees, blood
pumped from the wound, but as we watched, the flow ebbed and then ceased.

Amanda took the shirt from the man's mouth and wiped her hands on it. "Well,"
she said, "I don't know about anyone else, but I'm starving. A steak sounds
good, bloody and rare. Anyone else hungry?" Rhonda said, "Sure," and I chimed
in, "Of course."

"You're more than welcome to join us, Malia," Amanda said. Malia, still with
the man's appendage in her hand, looked up and said, "Ah, wh-what?" "I asked
if you were hungry," Amanda repeated, "please join us, but you might want to
leave that here with the body."

I'll give credit to Malia, she didn't get sick, but seemed to be pale as she
tossed the man's cock between his legs. She took his shirt that Amanda held
out and wiped her hands. This too she tossed on top of his penis, or what was
left of it.

We got dressed and then walked to where Malia had left her things. She put on
a beach cover up and we all walked back to the parking lot. Rhonda still had
the man's camera, but whatever else that was in the backpack we left with the
body.

I drove with Malia, following Rhonda and Amanda to the condo. As she drove she
said, "Is Mistress Amanda always that sadistic?" "No," I said, "but you have
to be careful what you wish for; you're the one who said he should be
castrated." "I did," Malia said, "but I didn't mean it." "I know," I said,
"but Amanda gets off on destroying people, especially that she feels has it
coming, like that pervert at the beach."

At the condo, I introduced Malia to Howard and Maria. If Malia was surprised
at Howard's velvet thong or Maria's nakedness under her apron, she didn't show
it. I think she had become accustom to expect the unexpected. Amanda and
Rhonda disappeared briefly into their bedroom while I merely used the living
room to shed my clothes. The two Amazon's appeared minutes later, sans
clothes.

"You can just undress here," I told Malia, indicating where I had laid my
swimsuit and shorts. "So you eat naked?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "back home
at our house, we're pretty much naked all the time unless we have visitors, of
course." "Well, I'm a visitor," she said. I smiled and said, "After witnessing
that display at the beach, I think you've been elevated way beyond visitor
status. You handled that well, by the way." "Thank you, I think," Malia said
as she disrobed.

The condo came with a grill on the enclosed patio, so Maria had the steaks
nearly prepared, by the time we had undressed and washed up. Amanda had phoned
ahead from the road. Steaks were grilled to perfection, baked potatoes,
asparagus and a salad with vinaigrette dressing.

After dinner, Amanda, Rhonda, Malia and I went to the living room. Howard, who
was helping Maria clear the table, brought us each a glass of wine. "So,
Malia, what's it like to grow up in Maui," Rhonda asked. She seemed to
consider that a minute, then said, "I suppose it could be compared to growing
up in a small town on the mainland, where everyone knows you, we're just
surrounded by ocean is the only difference." "And did you know that bastard at
the beach," Amanda asked. "No, I didn't, he could have been from Honolulu or
maybe a mainlander," Malia said. "Good," Amanda said, "I really wouldn't want
to kill a local." "Oh, I know a few who deserve killing," Malia said. I
quickly looked at her and frowned.

"You do," Amanda said. "Ahh, no, not really," Malia said, "I didn't mean that
literally." Rhonda chuckled and Malia and I turned to her. "Amanda was just
making a joke. We don't normally kill anyone, especially so brutally, do we
Amanda?" "No, Rhonda, but that guy back there at the beach was a pervert he
deserved to have his cock taken off," Amanda said, "taking pictures to do who
knows what with. I'm sorry if I shocked you, Malia." "That's OK, mistress,"
Malia said, "but tell me, how easy was it for you to rip his cock off?"

Amanda thought about that a minute then said, "Do you mean emotionally or
physically?" Now it was Malia's turn to ponder a question. "I guess both,"
Malia said. "Well, emotionally it was easy. Like I said, the guy was a
pervert," Amanda responded, "physically it wasn't hard. Rhonda and I are both
very strong, as you can see, it's easy for either one of us to rip a man
apart, crush or break their bones or have them submit to our will. That's what
being an Amazon is all about."

"So you two aren't just dominatrix, but consider yourselves Amazon's?" Malia
asked. "Yes, Malia," Rhonda replied, "we're both. We've enhanced our muscles,
strength and control beyond those of the average man and woman. Come here and
service me."

Rhonda stood, but Malia made no move to get up. Rhonda looked the young girl
in the eyes and said, "Come to me, Malia, I won't ask again, make love to your
mistress." Malia slowly got to her feet and padded toward Rhonda, stopping in
front of the muscle goddess. Rhonda ran a hand over Malia's breasts and
pinched a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "You have nice breasts,
Malia, small, but firm," Rhonda said. "Thank you, mistress," Malia replied.
Rhonda bent down and ran a tongue around Malia's areola. Malia tilted her head
back and closed her eyes as Rhonda's hand lightly fingered the young girl's
clit. "Hmm," Malia moaned softly, "please, don't stop."

Rhonda slipped a finger into Malia, then withdrawing it, placed it in her
mouth. "Take me, Malia," Rhonda said, "and when I climax you'll take all of my
juices." "Yes, mistress," and Malia sank to her knees.

I found myself getting hard watching Malia service Rhonda. "Be patient, John,"
Amanda warned, "don't come yet." As difficult as it was I refrained from
coming.

Malia brought Rhonda to orgasm, taking the final drops on the tip of her
tongue. "Now its John's turn, Malia; have you ever had a man with a 14-inch
cock?" Malia slowly got to her feet and wiping the corner of her mouth with
the back of her hand looked at me and my erection. "No," she said softly.
"I'll be gentle," I said, "Lay on the floor."

I mounted Malia and slowly began to enter her. Her panting became more rapid
as I plunged deeper. Her eyes were closed and I quickened the pace, still only
half-way in.

I looked up to see Amanda stroking her clit to erection. The sight of this
muscle woman stroking her beefy clit drove me wild and I quickened my pace
once more driving deeper. Soon Malia was crying softly as I buried myself in
her. Malia, Amanda and I came simultaneously, Amanda squirting both me and
Malia.

Malia and I lay exhausted. Amanda looked down and said, "I think you should
spend the night, Malia. You can sleep with me. I'll be gentle with you," and
chuckled as she padded to her bedroom.

I got to my feet and helped Malia to hers. "Thank you, John, that was
fantastic," she said, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before turning and
following Amanda.

"Well," Rhonda said, "Looks like you have a fan," and laughed. Rhonda and I
withdrew to her bedroom where I tried to make Rhonda a 'fan' of mine as well.