Amanda - Judge, Jury and Executioner
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
This is the seventeenth installment in the 'Amanda' series.


We had returned from Hawaii. It had been a peaceful, relaxing vacation.
Mistress Amanda listened to the voicemail messages on the answering machine as
Howard and I brought the bags into the house. We had just made our last trip
from the car to the house when I heard her tell Rhonda, "That bitch is going
to call some unwanted attention to us."

I entered Amanda's office and took a seat. "What is it, mistress, did
something happen?' I asked. "It's Colleen, you two were right, she couldn't
handle the gift I gave her," Amanda said, "Apparently her power has gone to
her head." "What did she do," Rhonda asked. "Remember that killing we heard
about in Hawaii," Amanda asked, "apparently she was responsible." "How do you
know," I asked. "That voicemail was from Sean, Colleen's bother, she told him
in graphic detail what she did to the man," Amanda said.

Sean Taylor was in charge of production at Biomax, Amanda's company, and
brother to Colleen, a social worker for the county. Before going to Hawaii,
Colleen and Amanda had been close and Amanda gave her an injection or two of
her muscle growth serum. Both Rhonda and I had cautioned her against this but
Amanda felt Colleen was ready. Now it appeared that we were right. Colleen was
misusing her power and strength.

The following day, Amanda, Rhonda and I went to the office. After collecting a
handful of call return requests from the receptionist and taking a quick look
through the mail that had accumulated on her desk, Amanda dialed Sean's
extension. "Sean, could you come in here a minute," Amanda said.

Moments later, Sean came into Amanda's office. Sean was 6'-1" and thanks to
Amanda's supplement, was very fit, but he was limping and had his left arm in
a sling. "What happened, Sean," Rhonda asked. "What happened is my sister,"
Sean said, "She came by my apartment several nights ago and was telling me
about how she randomly picked a man on the street and killed him. She went
into graphic detail on how she beat the man to death and savored every moment
of it. When I told her that was terrible, she dislocated my shoulder and
almost broke my leg before she stormed out of the house." "That's terrible,
Sean," I said, "Is she still working for the county?"

"Yes," he said, "but I don't know for how long. I think they feel that she's
misusing her position as a social worker and I even heard from one of her
coworkers that they suspect she's abusing one of her clients. Some of the
people that she represents have complained about her. They feel intimidated."
"I thought she could handle the power and strength," Amanda said, "I had no
idea she'd succumb to her own desires."

"One other thing you should know, mistress," Sean said, "Colleen has been
using steroids to supplement her intensive training sessions. She seems
obsessed with gaining mass and muscle." "You mean she's taking steroids as
well as having been injected with Amanda's supplements," Rhonda asked, then
looked at Amanda, "what will that do?" "I have no idea, but it sounds like it
all went to her head," Amanda replied.

"Sean," Amanda said, "I want to meet with Colleen, see if I can talk some
reason into her. Let's meet at your place, but don't tell her that we'll be
there." "Yes, mistress," Sean said, "If you think it will do some good."
"Let's hope it does, Sean," Rhonda said, "we don't need any undue attention
from the police."

Once Sean had left, I asked, "Mistress, do you think you can talk some sense
into Colleen?" "I'll try, John, I'll try," Amanda said.

We went about our tasks, trying to get caught up on work we had missed, calls
that needed to be return and clients that needed to be gotten back to. We
worked until the early evening and before we left, Sean called Amanda.

"I just got off the phone with Colleen. She's coming by my house on Saturday.
I didn't mention that you, Rhonda and John were coming, mistress," Sean said.
"Good, thank you, Sean. We'll be there," Amanda said. "By the way," Sean said,
"she sounded like she was out of breath and when I asked her why, she said she
had 'just taken care of a problem, but everything was good now', I don't know
what that meant." "Hmm," Amanda said, "I don't either, but thanks again,
Sean."

Late that night on the eleven o'clock news, a banner interrupted the regular
news broadcast. From a helicopter, a body could be seen covered by a yellow
plastic tarp. The body was lying in a drainage channel beneath a bridge. The
reporter on the ground said that a jogger had made the gruesome discovery of
the body. The body had been mutilated, but that's all the police were saying
until the family of the victim had been notified.

'Welcome home,' Amanda thought.

On Friday, the newspaper announced the name of the man found in the drainage
culvert. Max Pearson was a husband and father of an infant daughter. While he
had been in trouble with the law, the newspaper said, no explanation could be
given why someone would kill Mr. Pearson. While details were sketchy, it was
reported that his genitals had been removed and he had been sodomized.

Amanda, Rhonda and I went to Sean Taylor's house. Colleen was due a little
later. This was not an encounter I looked forward to, but Mistress Amanda
thought she could talk to Colleen and get her to not be so overt in her
behavior.

We were around the pool, taking in the mid-morning sun when Colleen arrived.
"Well," she said, "I didn't expect to see everyone here. Sean didn't tell me
you were coming, Amanda," and she looked at her brother, smiled, then added,
"naughty boy."

Colleen, wearing a thong bikini and 4-inch stilettos, shed the suit. 'My God,'
I thought, 'she's huge.' "What do you think, Amanda, don't I look fantastic?"
Colleen inquired, and gave a slow twirl at the foot of Amanda's chaise. "You
look great, Colleen. You've added mass," Amanda said.

Colleen laughed, "Yes, just a little," and she laughed again and then gave a
double bicep pose that would shame even the biggest male bodybuilder. "Don't
you just love muscles," Colleen asked. "Yes," Amanda said, "but only if they
serve a purpose. If you use them ... " "Don't preach to me, Amanda," Colleen
interrupted, "I'll use my muscles in any way I want, you hypocritical bitch! I
know you've killed people, you've had your fun, so don't preach to me about
how I use my power."

"Sis," Sean said, "please, lower your voice, the neigh ... " Colleen stepped
to the chaise lounge Sean was lying on and then stepped across so that she was
straddling both her brother and the lounge. "I don't give a crap about your
neighbors, Sean," Colleen said looking down at him, "don't ever tell me what
to do, do you understand? Men are only good for one thing and that's to
pleasure a muscle goddess. If you want to use that mouth of yours, use it to
tongue my pussy, wimp." Her clit hung nearly touching his lips.

"Colleen, please, sit down, let's talk," Rhonda said, "Amanda and I came here
to ask you to take things easy, not draw attention to yourself". Rhonda was on
the chaise next to Sean and Colleen gave a glance in her direction and
smirked. "What is with you two, you're denying your desires. You have the same
feelings and desires that I do, I just act on mine," Colleen said, then
looking down at her brother once again, "Get busy Sean, I need to come and my
clit is feeling neglected." Sean played with her clit with the tip of his
tongue and as Rhonda and Amanda watched as Colleen's clit grew.

With her hands on her hips, she threw her head back slightly and said, "Ahh,
that's right, brother, make Mistress Colleen hard." As Colleen stood there,
Amanda watched as her muscles tightened, her veins swelling. Her butt appeared
rock solid, her torso appeared carved from stone. The nipples on her firm
breasts were perhaps an inch in length and half that in diameter.

Colleen removed one hand from her hip and stroked her meaty clit. It could now
only be called a cock. She looked over at me and said, "Do you like what you
see, John? I'm not quite as big as you, but I'm working on it," and she
laughed. The fact was that her enlarged 'she-cock' was probably ten inches in
length and maybe two inches in diameter. "And to think," Colleen said as Sean
continued to kiss and tongue her appendage, "I use to be so embarrassed by my
small clit, now I'm proud of my 'package'," and she chuckled, pulling it away
from Sean, she wrapped her hand around it and stroked herself.

Her breathing had increased and without another word, she climaxed sending a
steady stream of her cum into Sean's mouth, as well as bathing his face and
chest. 'She must have expelled a quart of juice,' I thought, 'she scares me.'

"Ahh," Colleen sighed, "I needed that," and she stepped over her brother so
that now she stood facing Rhonda. A few residual drops of Colleen's cum fell
from her 'she-cock' on to Rhonda's arm.

Rhonda wiped the droplets away, but Colleen said, "Taste it, Rhonda, taste how
sweet I am." Rhonda smirked and said, "You need to show some respect, Colleen.
I'm not one of your subordinates." "No, not yet," Colleen said, "but you will
be, you will be. You'll be one of my bitches." "Colleen!" Amanda said sternly,
"Show respect to Rhonda and me. We made you what you are today. Without us,
you wouldn't be a goddess or have the power you do." "While that may be true,
Amanda," Colleen said, "I'm not obligated to you nor do I have to do what you
say. I'm a big girl, as you can see," and she again flexed a massive bicep,
once, twice and then a third time driving more blood into the tissue, "and I
love it. In fact, I'm bigger and stronger than you, so don't fuck with me."

I thought Amanda would go ballistic, but my muscle goddess lay there and
looked at Colleen, then said, "Your power has gone to your head, Colleen; it
will be your downfall. Did you kill that man who they found in the drainage
channel?" "I did," Colleen said, "and I loved every minute of it. I wanted it
to last an eternity." "You're sick, Colleen," Amanda said, "You need help."

"Bitch!" Colleen screamed, and bent picking her discarded thong off the pool
deck and stormed into the house. A moment later we heard the slamming of the
front door and heard engine rev as she pulled out of the driveway.

I exhaled, not realizing I had been holding my breath. But it was Sean who
broke the silence, "See, mistress, she scares me. Like you said, her power has
gone to her head. I'd hate to be on the road and have her behind me right
now." 'It's true,' I thought, 'she left here in a rage; someone will get hurt
before she gets home.'

"I think we need to consider ways to handle Colleen," Rhonda said, "it's
evident that reasoning with her is out of the question." "Yes," Amanda agreed,
"I had hoped that she would have listened to the voice of reason, but mentally
she's only interested in power, muscle and satisfying her desires. I'm sorry I
brought her into the sisterhood of muscle goddess'. John, follow her, call me
when and if you see something odd."

As much as I hated to be in the same neighborhood, let alone the same city, as
Colleen, I did what Mistress Amanda asked. 'Didn't I always,' I thought. I
quickly dressed and saw Colleen's car up ahead parked waiting at a traffic
light, a motorcyclist in the lane next to her. I pulled over to wait for the
light to change before I followed her.

Colleen neared her house and she was still fuming from her confrontation with
Amanda and Rhonda. 'Just who do they think they are to tell me what to do,'
she thought, that's when she spotted the man on the Harley-Davidson, stopped
at the red light ahead. She lowered her window and pulled next to him.

"Hey," she said, "I like your bike." He glanced over, then looking across his
dark glasses, said, "Thanks." 'He's a big guy', she thought, 'maybe 6'-2" and
240 pounds. He should be fun.' "Want to give me a ride?" Now she had his
attention. Still looking over the top of his sunglasses, he said, "Sure, where
did you have in mind?" "I live a couple of blocks from here," Colleen said, "I
have to get some clothes on."

He stood up from his bike and could see her bare chest. He licked his lips and
said, "I'll follow you."

The light changed and he fell in behind her car. She pulled in the driveway
and stepped out of the car as he pulled in behind her. She waited by the rear
of the car, her bikini in her left hand. He looked at her from head to foot,
and then said, "Do you always drive around naked?" She smiled and said,
"Sometimes. It's a great way to cool off." "Maybe for you," he said, "but it's
making me hot." She laughed at this. "You're funny. Come on in, I've got a
beer in the fridge with your name on it, by the way, I'm Colleen," Colleen
said, and reached out to shake his hand. "Jim, Jim Baker," he said and
accepted her hand.

She took his hand and squeezed it, breaking three of his fingers. Jim let out
a scream, 'rather shrill for a man of his size', Colleen thought, 'but no
matter, this is going to be fun.' With a quick left hand she connected her
fist to his jaw. The big man's knees buckled but Colleen still had hold of his
right hand, so she lifted his right arm up and stepped under his torso and
hefted the man on her right shoulder. She carried him inside.

She strode through the kitchen, kicking off her stilettos just inside the back
door, and walked into what use to be the dining room where she dropped the man
on the floor as if he were a sack of potatoes. She took her thong and wadded
up the bottoms and put it in the man's mouth, then with the top, wrapped it
around his mouth to hold the gag in place. She tied the strings in back of his
head.

Colleen had transformed her living room and dining room into a workout area.
The floors were covered with mats, racks of dumbbells and barbells lined one
wall, while weight benches occupied the much of the floor space. Mirrors had
been placed on two opposite walls giving the rooms a feel that they were
actually bigger than what they were. There was no TV, no end tables, and no
furniture other than workout equipment.

She went back to the kitchen and getting a bottle of cold water from the
refrigerator, drained it in one long gulp. She padded back to the living room
and lay on a flat bench, positioning her body so that her shoulders were
slightly in front of the bar resting above.

Colleen gripped the bar and with a single smooth movement lifted the barbell
free of its rack. She brought the bar slowly to her chest, feeling the weight
press down. The bar lightly kissed the tips of her nipples, and then she
raised the bar in a smooth upward direction. She repeated this for ten reps.
'Not bad for 500 pounds,' she thought, 'it's time I start thinking about
adding some serious weight to the bar.'

She glanced into the dining room and her 'guest' was still asleep on the mat.
'I didn't think I hit him that hard,' she told herself, 'I better watch it, I
want to have some fun with this guy first.'

Colleen sat on a military bench, and again she positioned her hands on the bar
above her shoulders. She lifted and then brought the weight down to the top of
her chest, then back up in one fluid movement. She did ten reps of these as
well and could feel the burn in her trapezius muscles. As she finished her
last two reps, she noticed the man was stirring. He sat up, and rubbed his jaw
with his uninjured hand, then felt the gag in his mouth.

As she got off the bench and strode to the man on the floor she said, "Don't
even think about taking that gag out of your mouth, bitch." He looked at her
as she walked toward him and she could see the hatred in his eyes. 'Good,' she
thought, 'I'll turn that look into fear in a minute,' and smiled.

"Look, Jim, was it," she said, "I don't want you to run off on me," and she
got to her knees in front of the man and unlaced his motorcycle boot on his
right foot. She tossed it aside. She took the heel in her right hand and the
ball of his foot in her left and gave a quick twist. The ankle snapped and a
jolt of pain shot up his leg. He screamed into her bikini gag.

"Anyway, Jim, I was saying," and she let his foot fall to the mat, "I don't
want you running off, so I suspect you'll have a little more trouble running
with a broken ankle, don't you think?" He only stared back, beads of sweat
dotting his forehead. "I said, I don't think you'll be running off with a
broken ankle, will you. That required a response on your part Jim, and its bad
manners to ignore a question, so I'm going to break another finger."

He tried to pull his already damaged right hand out of her grasp, but she
grabbed his arm and she snapped another finger on his right hand.

'This woman is a sadistic bitch,' he thought, 'I shouldn't have followed her.'
Colleen cocked her head and said, "I'm very good at everything else, but not
mind reading. I wish I knew what is going through that brain of yours. Maybe
by tonight I'll have a chance to look in there and see what's going on," and
she tapped in on his forehead as one would thump a melon to see if it's ripe.

Colleen got to her feet and he followed her movements as she walked to the
kitchen and came back with another bottle of water. She drank this one, nearly
depleting it, then said, "You're probably thirsty, aren't you?" He shook his
head. "Good," she said, "You learn quickly. Here, I'm not going to remove the
gag in your mouth, you'll have to suck the water through my thong bottom," and
she chuckled as he tilted his head back and she poured what was left of her
water bottle on the fabric. "Maybe you'll get some of my piss or cum as you
suck on that," and chuckled again.

"I have one more chest exercise to do. Do you like my chest," Colleen asked as
she placed a hand under each of her tits. Jim nodded. She smiled, "I thought
so, Amanda doesn't have any tits to speak of, but mine are good," Colleen
said, "and these nipples are hard as steel. If you're lucky, I'll let you
taste them in a while. Relax while I do some dumbbell flies."

Colleen selected 80-pound weights from the dumbbell rack and sat on a flat
bench. She then laid back and slowly extended the weights from above her out
to her side. She did these slowly and perfectly. Finishing her set of ten, she
put the dumbbells back in their position on the rack and looked at the man
seated on the floor.

"You like what you see, don't you, Jim?" He slowly nodded his head as she
tightened her abs and her washboard stomach popped with her eight-pack. "I
thought so, but I have to tell you, I'm too much woman for you. In fact, I bet
my 'cock' is bigger than yours. Do you think so?" Jim tilted his head not sure
what she was talking about. "Let's see." She approached him and he tried to
roll away. "Now Jim, don't be shy, I'm naked and you, well, you're going to
be," and she unbuckled his belt and ripped his jeans down the front.

She ripped his boxer shorts open and then went to his feet and pulled the
pants from him. "Get hard for Mistress Colleen, baby," she said, "I want to
see what kind of package you have." Jim, even though he was in pain, couldn't
control himself. His penis was beginning to stir. Colleen watched as he
stiffened. She ran a hand along the inside of her thigh, then shook her quad
and snapped the muscle tight. She traced a thick vein with her index finger.
"Look at this leg, Jim," she said, "wouldn't you like to bury your face
between my massive thighs?" She chuckled at the thought, and then added, "But
you would have to be careful because I could crush your skull like a melon."

I had called Mistress Amanda some time ago and told her about Colleen and how
the man on the Harley had followed her home, and she only said, 'Thank you,'
and, 'to wait, that she would take care of it'. I was parked a short distance
down the street from Colleen's house, but I was getting nervous waiting. I
thought Amanda or Rhonda would show up, but still neither had come. 'Maybe I
should call back', I thought, 'but she said to wait, so that's what I'll do.'

Inside the house, Colleen absently fingered herself. "You like this, don't
you, Jim?" The man on the floor nodded, and though still in a great deal of
pain, had an erection. "It's time to show you what Mistress Colleen has got,
Jimmy boy," and as she continued to play with her well muscled clit, it grew.
Soon large enough to grasp with her hand, she stroked herself to an erection.

"See," she said, "I'm bigger than you. But don't let that scare you, Jimmy
boy, Mistress Colleen just needs to have you pleasure me. Be good and I'll let
you go, OK?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Now I'm going to remove the gag, so
don't scream, do you understand?"

She untied her bikini top and plucked the bottoms from his mouth. She didn't
give him time to cry out as she ran her meaty 'she-cock' into his mouth.
"Ahh," she moaned, "That feels good, bitch!"

Her breath quickened as did her thrusting. Jim tried to beat on her massive
thigh with his fists, but this muscle giant seemed to take no notice. There
was a sweet coppery taste in his mouth and he recognized it at once. Blood. He
had been in enough bar fights, and been punched in the face enough times to
recognize the taste of blood. But who's; his or this Amazon's?

Colleen continued to thrust wildly. She pistoned her hips with ferocious force
while holding the back of Jim's head.

Jim felt his jaw crack, teeth shatter. His eyes were wide with fear.

I looked in the rearview mirror at the police car approaching. No siren, but
the light bar on top of the car was flashing red and blue light into the
afternoon air. It rolled to a stop in front of Colleen's house and two
uniformed officers exited and made their way to the front door. As they
reached the door, another patrol car pulled to a halt at the curb, a female
and male officer stepping out.

Colleen, unaware of the activity in front of her house, through her head back
and closed her eyes. 'I wish that bitch Amanda could see me know', Colleen
thought, 'I'm the Muscle Goddess of the world. I'm bigger and stronger than
she is. I'll destroy her and that bitch, Rhonda, and I'll take apart that wimp
Howard too just for good measure.'

She began to chuckle, then laugh, as she rode Jim's face, or what was left of
it.

Jim had no idea what was going on, he was trying to breathe, but it was
becoming increasingly difficult. This Amazon was destroying is mouth, jaw and
nose. He thought he heard laughter, but he couldn't be sure. 'Is this some
sort of sick joke? Is this just a dream? That's it,' he thought, 'I'll wake up
in a few minutes and be in my bed.'

The officer at the door knocked on the door and said loudly, "Police, open
up!" He repeated it twice more while his partner rang the doorbell. No
response from within.

Putting his ear near the door he heard a faint moan as he looked at his
partner. The second officer nodded, he had heard the moan as well. The first
officer drew his service weapon, a Smith and Wesson 9 millimeter and said
sternly, facing the door, "Police, we're coming in!" and with the flat of his
boot, kicked the door just below the handle and lock.

Colleen lost in 'muscle lust' was thrusting furiously, still clutching the
back of Jim's head with both hands. She ran her 'she-cock' in and out of what
was left of the man's face. Jim had passed out, his face destroyed by
Colleen's pummeling pelvis.

I had no idea what was going on inside the house. I sat and watched as the
officer on the porch drew his weapon and kicked in the door. He entered; his
partner right behind him with his gun in his hand. The second pair of officers
was now sprinting to their fellow officer's aide.

"Get off him!" the first officer yelled as he burst through the front door and
assessed the situation. A man lay on the floor nearly naked, a large woman,
naked, was thrusting wildly with her hips at his face. The scene before him
seemed surreal.

The woman didn't respond to his command, so he drew his taser and fired. The
probes hit her in the right shoulder, sending 50,000 volts into the woman. She
jerked upwards and as she got to her feet, he pressed the triggering mechanism
a second time administering a second jolt of electricity. Cum gushed from her
vagina, but what he could only describe as a penis is what really attracted
his attention.

"What the hell," the second officer said to his partner, training his weapon
at the muscle woman in front of him, "what kind of freak show is this?"

Colleen tried to stand, but felt weak in the knees. 'That was the most intense
orgasm ever,' she thought, 'I bet that bitch Amanda never climaxed like that.'

While waiting in the car, time passed so slowly, now, it was as if the world
sped up. A paramedic unit arrived accompanied by a fire truck. More police
cruisers and two unmarked police vehicles. Neighbors came out of their house
to see what all the commotion was about. Many neighbors stood on their front
lawns, but some venturing onto the sidewalk.

I called Amanda and reported what I could see. I was about to hang up when two
officers marched Colleen out of her house. She had her hands handcuffed behind
her back. A sheet was draped over her shoulders, but her obvious nakedness
made some neighbor women turn away.

An officer opened the back door to the first responders police cruiser, but
midway to it, Colleen shrugged her massive shoulders, the sheet falling off
her while she twisted her wrists. The handcuffs snapped.

"Bastards!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Get on your knees and
worship me! I'm your muscle goddess!" Two nearby officers, one with an odd
shotgun-type weapon fired, a bean bag hitting her in the stomach while the
other tased her again. Colleen laughed as she jerked but didn't go down. A
third officer also tased her and this seemed to be enough.

From somewhere, manacles were produced as well as shackles for her ankles. No
further attempt was made to hide her nakedness. A police van stopped only long
enough for several of the largest officers to load Colleen into it.

I reported all this to Amanda on my cell. "Thank you, John," Amanda said, "I
think prison will be Colleen's new playground. You can go home now." I snapped
my phone shut and started the engine. 'I feel sorry for the prisoner's at
whatever correctional facility she's sent to', I thought, 'and I especially
wouldn't want to be her cellmate.'