Amanda - Lessons Learned
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Author's Note: Please let me know if you like 'Amanda' (email address above).
Also let me know if I should incorporate more muscle worship, violence or
domination. Readers comments and suggestions are always appreciated ~ Thanks,
Muscle Fan.

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

Amanda, at 6'-0" was 4-inches taller than Rhonda, walked around the table and
stood beside the black goddess. She bent and picked up the steel bar Rhonda
had bent and un-bent it to the extent it looked like a 'U' shape. Grasping the
curved portion of the bar in just her right hand, she squeezed the two ends
together till they touched. Now the steel bar resembled a giant bobby-pin. She
tossed it to a corner and flexed her bicep. The muscle swelled.

Amanda wore an emerald green C-kini. The strapless bikini fit perfectly, held
in place with the plastic 'tail' going between Amanda's legs and disappearing
between her gluteus maximus. "Now, Hal, I want you to watch. Watch the control
I have over your son," Amanda said. She moved to her left and stood in front
of Junior. Looking into the man's eyes, Amanda said, "Don't you love my
muscles, Junior? Do you want me to show you what they feel like? Come to me."
Junior stood and took a step in Amanda's direction.

"Take off your clothes, Junior," Amanda said. The man began to disrobe. "Son,
don't listen to her. Don't do it, Junior," Hal said. Junior stopped while
unsnapping his trousers. "Take it off, Junior, take it all off," Amanda said.
Junior let his trousers fall to the floor, and then began unbuttoning his
shirt. Again, Hal said, "Stop, son, don't listen to her."

"Jane, give me my blouse," Rhonda said to Jane. Jane without hesitation got up
and went around the table and picked Rhonda's shredded blouse from the floor
and handed it to Rhonda. Rhonda ripped it in half, then quickly ripped that
part in half and jammed it in the older man's mouth. "Thanks, Jane," Rhonda
said.

"Come on ass wipe, take that shirt off," Amanda said. Junior, whether through
fear or lust, unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground on top of his
trousers. Amanda now walked around Junior, looking at him as if she were cat
looking at a mouse. "Not very impressive, are you, Junior." "No," he croaked.
She slapped him across the face. "No, who?" Amanda asked. "No, Ms Bennett,"
Junior said. 'Whap!' She slapped him again. "No, who?" She asked for a second
time. "No, Amanda," he said. 'Whap!' She slapped him again. Tears were now
forming at the corner of his eyes. "No, who?" Amanda asked for the third time.
Junior now sobbing didn't respond. His mind was racing but he couldn't think
of how to respond.

Amanda with a look of disgust on her face said, "Your really are pathetic,
bitch. You may call me Mistress Amanda, do you understand?" He barely made eye
contact with Amanda, but rather said, "Yes, mistress," softly.

"Good, Junior," Amanda said, and patted his reddened cheek as the beaten man
flinched away from her touch. "From now on you will refer to us as Mistresses
Amanda, Rhonda and Jane," Amanda said, then glanced at Jane and smiled, "do
you understand?" "Yes, mistress," Junior said. "OK, you piss-ant, sit down and
shut up," Amanda commanded. "Yes, mistress," Junior said, now with a bit more
conviction in his voice.

Turning her attention back to Hal, Amanda squatted in front of the older man.
He looked at her with fear in his eyes. 'Good,' Amanda thought, 'fear is good,
it will keep this old fool in line.' "What are you looking at, Hal," Amanda
said, "are you looking at my pussy?" The gagged man said nothing. "Rhonda, I
think Hal here wants to see my pussy," Amanda said and laughed softly.

Rhonda, who had been standing over Hal, laughed along with Amanda. "Here's the
deal, Hal, I'm going to let you service my pussy in exchange for a fourth of
United's profits. Do you understand?" Hal shook his head. "Good, Hal, because
if you default on this promise, I'm going to have to go over there and beat
the crap out of you and your worthless son," Amanda said, "do you understand?"
Again, Hal shook his head.

Amanda plucked the gag from the old man's mouth. Then standing, she removed
her C-kini. Naked, she straddled Hal as he sat in the chair. "Suck my clit,
Hal, I know you want to," Amanda said, "and when I climax, I want you to drink
all of my juices and lick me dry, OK?" "Yes, mistress," Hal said. Amanda
smiled as she positioned herself in front of the man's face. "All right, Hal,
make your muscle goddess come," Amanda said.

As Jane, Rhonda and Junior watched, Hal licked and teased Amanda's clit. He
pleased her for well over fifteen minutes and was wondering if this Amazon
would ever climax when she said, "OK, just a little more, bitch, just a little
... ahh," Amanda said, and with a thrust of her pelvis, unloaded a stream of
cum into Hal's mouth. He lapped and sucked to keep up with the stream.

Amanda looked down and patting his cheek as she had his son's, said, "Nicely
done, Hal, nicely done."

Amanda didn't bother with the C-kini, but rather, retrieved her skirt, blouse
and blazer and dressed. Rhonda did the same. The Smith's were still pulling up
their pants when Amanda said, "Now don't forget our deal, Hal, Jane will be
watching to ensure that we get our 25%." "Yes, mistress," Hal said.

It had seemed longer, but was only noon. Rhonda opened the door to the outer
office and everyone stood to leave. Rhonda led the two men out of the
conference room with Jane trailing behind.

"You were amazing," Jane whispered to Amanda. "Believe me, men are very easy
to break and then controlling them is even easier," Amanda said, "Watch out
for our interests, Jane, your salary depends on it." "What?" Jane asked. "I
said your salary depends on it. You'll be getting the one-fourth of United,"
Amanda told her, "That's compensation for getting past over for promotions.
Keep them in line." "Yes, mistress," Jane said as Amanda walked her to the
reception area. "I'll see you soon," Amanda said in parting.

"That went well," Rhonda said as they walked back to their respective offices.
"Yes," Amanda said, "I thought so. You really look fantastic, by the way."
"You do too," Rhonda said, "I hope Jane can keep those two in line." "If she
can't, she'll call," Amanda said.

Late one night Rhonda was locking up the office having stayed late. Amanda and
I had gone home earlier, a fact that we would regret. As Rhonda walked through
the parking lot to her car, a black clad figure stepped from the shadows and
hit her with a baseball bat from behind. The blow grazed her head, but her
shoulder absorbed the majority of the impact.

She ducked and instinctively protected her head from another blow. The
attacker swung as if going after a fastball thrown by a pitcher, catching the
muscle woman in the back of the legs. Rhonda went down on the pavement where
the man began to kick at her rib cage.

As quick as the attack began, it ended quickly as Bob Ryan; head of security
exited the building. "Hey!" he yelled at the black clad figure that ran away.
Hurrying to where Rhonda lay, he knelt and checked her pulse, then immediately
called Amanda at home.

Amanda and I drove directly to the hospital, as Bob's next call had been to
the paramedics. We ran through the Emergency Room doors and spotted Bob
standing at the foot of one of the beds. I looked down at Rhonda who had a
compress and bandage surrounding her scalp and an oxygen line under her nose.

She looked bad. Bob said the doctor told him she had three fractured ribs, a
concussion and a contusion to her trapezius muscle. He said the doctor said
that had she not have been in as good of shape as she was she more than likely
wouldn't have made it.

As her eyes fluttered open, I reached for her hand. Amanda went to the other
side of the bed. "Hey, honey," I said, "how are you feeling?" "Groggy," Rhonda
managed to reply, and then shifted her gaze to Amanda. "Do you know who did
this," Amanda asked. "No, I don't, it was dark and he took me from behind,"
Rhonda explained. "We'll find the guy," Amanda told her, and her eyes went
shut as she drifted off to sleep.

"Thanks for showing up when you did, Bob," Amanda said. "Not a problem,
mistress, I just wish I would have happened along sooner." Bob said. "I don't
suppose you got a look at the guy," Amanda asked. "No, just from behind as he
was running away," Bob said, "he was dressed all in black, and maybe my
height, that's about it."

Bob was 6'-0" tall, so that wasn't much help. "Alright," Amanda said, "I'm
going to stick around a little while, you two can go." "Alright, call if you
need anything, mistress," Bob said and walked toward the exit.

I stayed with Amanda until it was evident that Rhonda was going to sleep
through the night. We left shortly after sun up and went directly home to
change. We were back in the car and headed to work.

Amanda and I stopped in her office. I sat in a chair while she checked her
voice mail. Standard messages, then, from Jane at United Labs, in a hushed
tone, "Mistress, something odd happened here. The Smith's haven't been in the
office for two days. That's not like them, especially together. Also, before
they left they had a meeting with a big guy who looked like a thug. I don't
know if any of this is important. They've cut me out of the loop. Call me."

I looked at Amanda and said, "I think Jane has a lead on who attacked Rhonda."
"I think you're right," she said, "I'm going to United Labs, hold down the
fort here and if there's any new about Rhonda, call me on my cell." "Will do,
mistress," I said.

Amanda drove to United without calling Jane. When she arrived the receptionist
gave her an odd look. 'Stuck up bitch,' thought Amanda. Amanda was wearing a
pair of black faux leather leggings, a cream colored T-shirt, and her ankle
boots.

"Jane will be right up, you may have a seat if you like," miss bitch said.
Amanda forced a smile but remained standing. She didn't have long to wait as
Jane appeared at the door. "Thank you, Tammy," Jane told the receptionist.
'Tammy,' Jane thought, 'I could have guessed.'

Once in Jane's office which had a spectacular view of the parking lot and the
trash enclosure, Jane said, "Like I said on the phone, I don't know who the
man was, he was only here once that I know of, and he wasn't a client." "Let
me get the Smith's address, Jane," Amanda said. "Certainly, mistress," and she
entered a few things into her computer then taking a slip of paper from the
top of her desk, jotted the information on the paper.

"How can I find out about this stranger?" Amanda asked. "Let me get Paula in
here, she's Hal's secretary," Jane said. She spoke briefly on the phone and
shortly there was a wrap on the door. An attractive woman in her mid-forties
entered. She was petite with styled hair and a business suit that Amanda
figured cost a couple hundred dollars.

"I really don't know who the man was," Paula said, "Hal sent me on an errand,
which I thought was odd, shortly after the man got here. He was gone by the
time I got back."

Paula left and Amanda said, "Well, that didn't help." Jane snapped her
fingers, "Wait, I know, that was Tuesday afternoon. Let me try Marsha in
accounting." Again, Jane talked on the phone. "Uh huh," Jane said, "and what
was the name. OK, got it, thanks, Marsha, you're a lifesaver."

"I think I found our mystery man," Jane said, "or at least his name anyway.
He's Henry Farrell, Hal took $10,000 out of the general fund and had a check
made out in that name on the afternoon he was here. Let me try one more
thing." Again, Jane punched keys on the keyboard and a couple minutes later,
said, "Bingo." She scribbled something on another piece of paper and handed
that one to Amanda as well.

"So this is Henry Farrell's address," Amanda asked. "That's what the computer
gave me," Jane said. "Thanks, Jane," Amanda said. "My pleasure, mistress,"
Jane replied, "If I may ask, what's going on?" Amanda gave her a brief
explanation. "Oh, no, I hope Mistress Rhonda will be OK," Jane said. "She
will, Jane, she's tough," Amanda said. "I know," Jane said, "still, I worry."

Amanda got up to go and Jane came around the desk to walk her to the lobby.
Once the two women were in the empty lobby (except for Tammy, the
receptionist), Amanda turned to Jane and held her close and forced her tongue
down the smaller woman's throat. Breaking the embrace, Amanda looked Tammy
squarely in the eyes and said, "The next time I come back here, I'm going to
make you my bitch, sweet cheeks, understand?" The young girl too terrified to
answer only nodded her head. Amanda looked at Jane and both women laughed.
Tammy sat in silence.

Amanda parked down the street from Henry Farrell's house, a small one-story
that was in need of landscaping and paint. After five minutes, a silver Dodge
pulled into the driveway and a beefy man got out and entered the house.

Amanda walked to the front door and knocked, deciding to use a direct
approach. The door opened and Amanda said, "Henry Farrell?" "It depends on who
wants to know sweetheart," he said. "I'm Amanda Bennett, I'm with United
Labs," Amanda told him, "Hal Smith asked me to come by to get your signature
so that you won't need to pay taxes on the ten thousand dollars he gave you."
The man took a minute to process all this then opened the door. "OK," he said,
"come on in."

Amanda entered a dingy living room that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in
months. "Not much of a housekeeper are you?" Amanda said as she stepped across
the threshold. "What," he said as he turned. Amanda drove a fist into his
stomach and the man doubled over trying to catch his breath.

"Listen, asshole, I'm only going to ask you once, did you attack my girl,
Rhonda last night?" Amanda asked. "Screw you," he wheezed. Amanda smiled and
said, "I was hoping you'd say something stupid like that." She hit the right
side of his jaw with a left, then stepping behind him with one leg, pushed him
over so that he fell to the floor.

She sat on his gut, pinning his arms to his side as she delivered alternating
lefts and rights to his jaw. After several blows Amanda stopped and said, "I'm
going to break your nose now unless you tell me if you beat up my girlfriend."
Henry smiled and again said, "Screw you."

Without hesitating, Amanda drove her fist into the man's nose, flattening it
and sending blood flying. "You certainly aren't going to win a beauty contest
now, Henry," Amanda said, "but answer my question; did you beat up my girl
last night?" Smiling once again, Henry said, "Screw you." With a left, Amanda
shattered teeth, turning the man's mouth into a bloody cavern.

Amanda stood up and removed her T-shirt, but kept her leggings and boots on.
She loosened up her muscles for what was to come, and then pumped her traps.
She grabbed Henry by the shirt front and hauled the man off the floor. Holding
him at arm's length, bloody drool running from his mouth, she said, "Next
comes the ribs, Henry. It will become hard to breathe when I start breaking
them."

She gave him a short jab with her left. She knew she had broken at least one
and possible two ribs. Two more punches on his right side and he began to
whimper. "Sniveling, snot nosed, son of a bitch," Amanda said and let the man
fall to the ground. She kicked him two times before he could roll into a fetal
position.

Grabbing his right ankle, Amanda said, "Answer my question or you'll walk with
a limp." He remained quiet except his soft moaning. Amanda, taking the foot in
one hand and holding the leg immobile with the other, twisted the extremity,
breaking the ankle. Henry let out a howl. She let the ankle fall to the floor,
Henry howling one more time as the ankle impacted the floor.

"You know, Henry, I love doing this," Amanda said calmly, "I really do, and
the good news, at least for me, is that you still have a lot of arms and legs
to break. Fingers too." and bending down took the man's hand and bent the
index finger back until it snapped. She released the hand and it fell to the
floor.

"Look at these muscles, Henry," Amanda said as she flexed her biceps, "And
these," flexing her quads, "have you ever seen anything as beautiful?" Amanda
put the sole of her boot on his penis and began applying pressure.

"No, stop," Henry said, through a broken mouth while trying still to get
enough air in his lungs. "I'll tell you," he said, "I beat your friend. The
Smith's paid me to do it, now please, just go." Amanda looked down at the man
and drove her foot into the man's pelvis, destroying his penis and scrotum as
well as shattering his pelvis.

Henry passed out from the pain. She reached down and taking his head in her
hands, gave a sharp twist, breaking his neck. It was quick and merciful for
him giving up the answer. Amanda left, putting her T-shirt on before reaching
the door.

The Smith's lived in an upscale section of town. Amanda pulled into the
driveway and rang the front doorbell. No one came to the door. Cocking her
head, she listened, but heard nothing coming from within the house.

Amanda walked around to the side yard where she located an unlocked gate. She
let herself in and then heard music coming from the rear yard. At the back of
the house, she peered around the corner. There on three chaise lounges were
Hal, Junior and a young woman. The two men had on nylon Speedo's, their
belly's red from the sun. In contrast, the woman was fit, tan and wear a
string bikini of burnt orange such that there was little contrast with her
skin tone.

Amanda quietly walked along the deck until she was mere feet away from
Junior's lounge. "Hello, guys," she said loudly and everyone jumped. Junior
got to his feet first and Amanda hit him in the belly. He doubled over as had
Henry and fell to the concrete curling into a ball. "Hal, good to see you
again, and who is this beautiful girl?" Amanda asked. Not wishing to make
conversation, he said, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Ignoring Hal for the moment, Amanda said, "Hi, I'm Amanda, and you are?" "I'm
Cindy, Cindy Smith, Hal's wife," the girl said. "Well, Cindy," Amanda said,
"I'm going to need a few minutes of Hal and Junior's time. Why don't you go in
the house and wait for me, OK?" The girl looked from Hal to Junior, who was
doubled over on the deck and back to Amanda. She smiled at Amanda and said,
"I'll be in the master bedroom. Come upstairs when you're done." "Maybe I
will," Amanda said.

Cindy got up from the lounge and slipped her feet into a pair of expensive
sandals. She was as tall as Amanda but super-model thin. "Would you mind
unfastening my top," she said to Amanda, and turned her back so Amanda could
unclasp the bikini top. She turned, her small breasts very white against her
golden tan and said, "Thanks, see you in a while, Amanda," and she padded into
the house. Amanda watched her hips sway until she was no longer visible.

"Well, aren't you the sugar daddy, Hal," Amanda said. "Look, Amanda," Hal
said, "we gave Jane a fourth of our net profits like you asked. I don't know
what she told you, but we did." Amanda looked at him, and then said, "I'm not
here because of the money, I'm here because of Rhonda." "What about Rhonda?"
he asked. "You had her beat up," Amanda said.

Amanda looked down at the man, then straddled his chaise lounge and lowered
herself to sit atop Hal's hips. "Hal, I'm not even going to give you the
chance to lie about paying Henry Farrell to beat up Rhonda," Amanda told him.
His eyes went wide at the name Henry Farrell. "Let me explain," Hal blurted
out. "Shh," Amanda said, "don't bother trying to lie. I know the whole story.
Now it's time to pay the price for fucking with me." She patted Hal on the
cheek and stood up.

She took a couple of strides over to where Junior was slowly regaining his
breath. Amanda looked down at the man and said, "I'm sorry, Junior, but daddy
did this to you," then she reached down and grabbed the man by the neck and
lifted him to his feet, then off the ground by a foot or more. Instantly
Junior began trying to pry Amanda's hand away from his neck. Amanda looked at
Hal who was starting to get up and said calmly, "Sit your fat ass back down,
bitch or I'll choke you out too. You brought this on now you're going to pay
the price."

When Amanda thought Junior had had enough, she walked to the side of the pool
and dropped him in. He began to splash and tread water, while trying to catch
his breath.

She returned to Hal's chaise and looking down at him said, "You're lucky, Hal,
I'm going to let Junior there live, but I'm going to let his fate and yours
rest in the hands of Rhonda, so don't get too comfortable, do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," he said.

Amanda walked confidently through the French doors that Cindy had disappeared
through and found the staircase. On the second floor, she went to the end of
the hall where a set of double doors stood open. Cindy was just emerging from
the bathroom when Amanda entered, a terrycloth robe around her body.

"I didn't know if you'd come," Cindy said. Amanda smiled and said, "I always
come when I want, and right now I want to come." This time it was Cindy's turn
to smile as she opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Amanda pulled
her T-shirt over her head and then kicked off her boots. She began to pull
down her leggings but Cindy came to her and crouching down in front of the
muscle goddess, peeled them from her massive legs.

Stroking the big woman's legs, Cindy said, "Your muscles a beautiful, Amanda."
Looking down at the girl, Amanda said, "You will address me as Mistress
Amanda, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," Cindy said as she kissed and
stroked Amanda's inner thigh. Amanda chuckled and said, "You're beginning to
turn me on, Cindy, play with my clit."

Amanda didn't have to ask twice. Cindy began to finger Amanda's clit, and then
stroked it with her tongue. She playfully pulled at the labia with her lips.
Soon, Amanda felt the stirring of her erection. Cindy watched as Amanda's clit
grew.

"Oh, mistress, you're magnificent," Cindy said as Amanda stood there, now with
her hands on her hips. She was watching herself in the mirror as it reflected
her muscled torso and the back of Cindy's head as she tongued and sucked her
clit. Amanda also saw movement in the doorway behind her as Hal stood there
watching.

Amanda was almost fully erect when Hal came in and pounded on her wide back.
"Please, no, stop!" he sobbed. Amanda chuckled and said, "I take what I want
Hal, you either learn that or get out of my way." She turned and pushed him.
He took a step backwards and his feet got tangled in Cindy's robe that she had
discarded. Hal landed on his back, striking his head on the carpeted floor.

If Cindy heard Hal's plea or noticed her husband falling, she gave no
indication as she was lost in her work at hand; pleasing her mistress.

Amanda picked Cindy up and gently tossed her on the bed, then mounted her. As
she held herself above Cindy, the girl ran her hands over Amanda's broad
chest, squeezing her nipples between index finger and thumb. "You're muscles
are fantastic," Cindy cooed. Amanda pumped and Cindy rode along. With a rush,
Amanda climaxed as did Cindy.

The girl lay back exhausted. "Thank you, mistress," she sighed. Amanda stood
beside the bed and with one finger wiped a droplet of her cum from her still
semi-erect 'she-cock' and pressed it to Cindy's lips. "No, thank you, Cindy,
you know how to please your mistress," Amanda said. Cindy smiled and took the
offered droplet with the tip of her tongue.

"You might want to look after your husband," Amanda said as she began to
dress, "Tell him that I hope he learned his lesson."

Amanda drove back to the hospital to check on Rhonda. She was doing much
better, sitting up and flirting with the nurses and doctors.

"Well, you certainly look better now than you did earlier," Amanda said. "I'm
feeling better too," Rhonda said, "the doctors can't believe how fast I'm
healing. They say I'll be out of here tomorrow morning." "Good," Amanda said,
"by the way, I took care of the guy that beat you, but I thought I'd let you
deal with Hal and Junior, if you want, they're the ones that hired that thug."

"I'll think about it, mistress, I'm sure you had a word with them," Rhonda
said. Amanda smiled, "Yes, I think Hal learned a valuable lesson, as did
Junior, about crossing us, but you may want to reinforce what I said. Think
about it." "I will, mistress, I will," Rhonda said, "but right now I just want
to get out of here and back in our own house, back in my own bed." "And back
with John and his big cock," Amanda said and laughed. "Yes, that too, I
suppose."