Amanda - Mission in Life By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Author's Note: Thanks to the readers who have commented and made suggestions for story lines and shared what they liked to see. I have tried to incorporate many of your ideas. I hope I don't disappoint. ~ Thanks, Muscle Fan. This is the eleventh installment in the 'Amanda' series. Rhonda and Amanda returned from Columbus, Ohio, with a check from their mid-west client as well as a new mission in life. They wanted to help women out of abusive relationships, not by extricating them from the home but by terminating the husband. A rather simple, effective and fun solution, Amanda thought. They settled in to the routine of business and an occasional meeting. It was at a meeting of their core group that Rhonda overheard Sean Taylor talking to Zoe Smith about his sister and how she's carrying such a large case load for her job as a county social worker. After the meeting, Rhonda approached Sean and said, "I couldn't help but overhearing that your sister works for the county as a social worker." "Yes, that's right, mistress," Sean said, "Colleen has been a social worker now for five years and has seen a dramatic increase in the number of cases she's had to carry." "What type of cases does she handle," Rhonda asked. "She investigates everything from spousal abuse, child abuse, bullying, you name it, she investigates it," Sean said. "I'd like to meet your sister, Sean," Rhonda said, "next time the two of you get together, let me know or maybe she can give me a call." "Actually, Colleen and I are getting together this weekend at my place for a barbecue, you're more than welcome, mistress," Sean said. "I'd like that, Sean, I'll be there," Rhonda said. Rhonda told Amanda about Sean's sister. "But I'll have to be discreet when I talk to her," Rhonda said, "I don't want her to get in trouble or anything to come back to us." That Saturday, Rhonda drove to Sean's house. A sign on the front door told guests to enter by way of the side gate. She found a dozen or so people and probably a similar number of children all in the backyard by the pool. Sean was tending the barbecue, a long handled spatula in one hand. Sean stood just over six-foot and now, thanks to Amanda's 'supplements' and his daily workouts, and had the body of an athlete. He was wearing a pair of board shorts and Rhonda took notice of a subtle bulge in his crotch. Sean was considered to be one of the most eligible bachelors at Biomax. Rhonda was halfway across the patio when Sean spotted her. "Hi, Rhonda, glad you could come," Sean said. "Thanks, Sean, thanks for the invitation," Rhonda said, "You have quite a crowd here." Sean smiled, "Big Irish family," he said, "Make yourself at home; the hamburgers will be ready in a minute. There's plenty to ... oh, here," he said and took the arm of a tall, tanned, blue-eyed woman. "Colleen, this is Rhonda, Rhonda, Colleen," Sean said by way of introductions. Rhonda shook Colleen's hand and was pleased to find she had a firm grip. "Good to meet you," Rhonda said. "Same here," Colleen said, "Sean has told me a lot about you." "Has he now," Rhonda said, "I hope he's been kind." "He has," Colleen said, "he's spoken highly of you, Amanda and Biomax. I must say, he's certainly turned his life around. I don't know how you did it." "What do you mean," Rhonda asked. "Well, Sean has always been the 'odd one of the family'," Colleen said, "never taking care of himself, letting himself get run down, but now, look at him, if he weren't my brother, I'd want to screw his brains out." Sean blushed at his sister's remark. Rhonda looked around and then noticed that all of the men and women were pretty fit looking. No potbellies, obesity, double chins, cellulite, or saggy boobs. "I see what you mean," Rhonda said. "Sean tells me that you were asking about my job. I think I have a good idea about where you're headed with that, but I'd really like to talk to both you and Amanda, if you don't mind," Colleen said, "And certainly not at a family function like this." "I understand," Rhonda replied, "maybe you can come by tonight, if that's convenient, I'm sure Amanda would love to meet you and discuss what we have in mind." "I'm not sure I want or need to know what you have in mind, but I do want to meet Amanda, and tonight would be great, now let's try some of Sean's burgers." The barbecue went well and Sean cooked the hamburgers to perfection. When Rhonda took her cover up off, Colleen and most of the adult guests looked on in amazement, including Sean. She wore a cream colored thong that contrasted nicely with her dark skin. The tie top covered only her areola and nipples leaving her muscular, firm, breast mostly exposed. Colleen taking the chaise next to her said, "You look fantastic, Rhonda, nothing Sean could have told me would have prepared me for that body of yours. You obviously work out a lot." Rhonda smiled, "Yes, I do, and thank you for the compliment." "It's well deserved, I'm envious," Colleen said. "Nonsense, Colleen, you look great," Rhonda said and meant it. Colleen wore a turquoise bikini with sides that rode high on her hips and plunged to within an inch of her pubis. Her breasts, while not as large as Rhonda's were firm and 'perky', the nipples were visible beneath the thin fabric of her top. The two women lay in the sun. As guest started to leave, Rhonda said to Colleen, "I'll see you a little later. Here's the address," and handed her a Biomax card on which she had written her home address. "Yes, I'll see you later," Colleen said, "I just need to stay and help Sean clean up." Rhonda put her cover up back on and gathered her belongings. She said good-bye to Sean and left. "How'd it go," Amanda asked when Rhonda got home. "It went well," Rhonda said, "Colleen will be coming by in a while. She wanted to meet you, but doesn't want to know the particulars of what our plan is, and I suppose that's for the better." "Yes, it is. She's too close to the police, and besides, I don't want her to get in trouble," Amanda said. An hour later the doorbell rang. Howard Watson, former owner of Biomax, and now houseboy to Amanda and Rhonda, answered the door. "May I help you," Howard said. If Colleen was shocked, she hid it well. Howard wore a pair of satin panties, his usual attire. "Yes, I'd like to see Rhonda and Amanda, they're expecting me," Colleen said as she stepped into the foyer. "Certainly, right this way," Howard said and led her to Amanda's office. Howard opened the door for their guess, but didn't go into the office. Rhonda met Colleen at the door and introduced her to Amanda and said, "Mistress Amanda, this is Colleen, Sean's sister." Amanda stood up and came around the desk. 'My god, she's huge,' Colleen thought. They shook hands and Amanda said, "I see that Sean's good looks are a family trait. Please, have a seat. You'll forgive Rhonda and I, we generally wear very little or nothing at all here at the house." Amanda wore a metallic leopard print bikini bottom and was bare on top, while Rhonda had on a cream covered thong and matching string top. "I can see why," Colleen said, "both of you have amazing bodies. I can tell you, Rhonda was discussed at length once she left Sean's today." Rhonda smiled, but said nothing. "I'm sure she was," Amanda said, smiling. "Please, have a seat. Take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable," Amanda said. Colleen, who was wearing a light weight blazer, walking shorts and a T-shirt, removed the jacket and hung it on the arm of the back of her chair. Amanda took not that the woman's nipples, like those of Rhonda, were visible through the shirt fabric. Colleen sat in the chair facing Amanda's desk, crossing her tanned legs. "Tell me, Colleen, you've been working with abused women and children for some time now, how do you keep your emotions in check," Amanda asked. "Who said I do," Colleen answered, "I keep a calm outward appearance, but inside I boil. I want to kill the bastards that beat the wife and kids, but that would be a career ender." "So it does affect you," Rhonda asked. "I don't see how it wouldn't," Colleen said, "Very few people in my line of work reach retirement, and most reach burn-out within five years." "What about the women who return to their husbands or boyfriends time and time again after the beatings, what makes them tick?" Amanda asked. "That's a difficult one," Colleen said, "I'm not a psychiatrist, just a social worker, but I would say it's a lack of self confidence or self worth. Perhaps they come from a dysfunctional household as a child themselves. Whatever the reason, they return time after time." "Do any of the women want out of the relationship?" Rhonda asked. "Yes, some, some just can't bring themselves to run away," Colleen said, "Many could move on if the problem were to be removed, I think." Amanda and Rhonda exchanged glances. "How many domestic abuse cases go unreported?" Amanda asked. "Only one in four are reported," Colleen replied, "which means there's a lot of women hiding behind dark glasses or locked doors at any given time." "Wow," Rhonda said, "I had no idea." "Most people don't, or maybe they chose to ignore it," Colleen said. "How hard is it to come up with the names and addresses of potentially abused women?" Amanda asked. "Extremely," Colleen said, "As you might well imagine, the privacy of the victim is key to finally convincing them to seek help, file charges against their spouse or boyfriend, and to get the children placed if that's necessary." "One thing to bear in mind," Colleen said, standing up, "is that should something happen to the women's spouse or boyfriend, its better that she and the children not witness it." Colleen took her jacket from the back of the chair and put it on. Amanda and Rhonda stood up, and once again, Amanda came around the desk. She gave Colleen a hug, and then Colleen hugged Rhonda, feeling her hard nipples through the fabric of her T-shirt. "Thank you for having me," Colleen said, "perhaps we can meet again to discuss this further." "I'll walk you out," Rhonda said, and led the way down the corridor. Colleen watched the gentle sway of Rhonda's hips as she padded along the marble floor. Rhonda opened the door and stepped into the evening coolness. She kissed Colleen on the lips and said, "Take care, Colleen, I'll see you later, I'm sure." Rhonda watched as Colleen drove off and only went back to the house once she was out of sight. Back in the study, Amanda said, "Colleen left this on the floor, beneath the chair where her jacket was hanging," holding up a folded piece of paper. "What is it," Rhonda asked. "It's a list of three names and addresses, as well as an offense," Amanda said, "I think Colleen is aboard with our plan." Amanda and Rhonda sat in a car outside the address of the first on the list, a spousal abuse case. It was a home like all the others on the block. Well cared for with a lawn that had been neatly trimmed. They had seen no one come or go for the hour they had been sitting there. Then, a silver Ford mini-van pulled in the driveway. Rhonda jotted down the license number. A woman was behind the wheel and she opened the side door of the van and a young boy of about five tumbled out, followed by a ten year old wearing ear buds and carrying a walkman. The woman and two children went to the front door and they went in. Fifteen minutes later, a man pulled up in a blue Porsche. Again Rhonda took note of the license as he parked at the curb and gunned the engine, then shut off the ignition. He exited the vehicle, slammed the door and walked toward the house. "Well, I think we found our first candidate," Amanda said, "We'll just have to pick a time the bastard is alone." The following day, Rhonda followed as the man in the blue Porsche left for work. He worked in a high rise office building downtown and parked in the underground parking garage. That evening, Rhonda was back in parking structure at five o'clock. The car was where the man had left it. She waited an hour, then two and finally at almost eight o'clock, the man exited the elevator but rather than turning toward his blue Porsche, he went with a woman who had ridden down with him. She unlocked her car, but before seeing her off, the man gave the girl a lingering kiss. They both laughed over something said, the Rhonda couldn't hear, and she drove off. Rhonda reported what she had found to Amanda. 'So, the bastard is having an affair,' Amanda thought, 'he deserves everything he gets.' "We need to snap a few pictures of the guy with the other woman, do you think you can do that," Amanda asked. "You bet," Rhonda said. The following day Rhonda was at the garage, a zoom lens attached to her camera. She didn't have long to wait, because similar to the previous day, the man and woman came out of the elevator, this time hand in hand. Rhonda began snapping pictures. As the pair got to the woman's car, instead of the woman getting in on the driver's side, they both got into the back seat; first the woman, then the man. All the while, Rhonda snapped pictures including a final shot of the fogged up windows. Amanda printed the photos that night on their home computer. "This is a second reason this ass should die," Amanda said, "I'm going to give a set to Colleen and send one to the wife. She needs to realize he's just not an abuser, but also an adulterer as well." "I agree," Rhonda said, "what about the woman though?" "What do you mean?" Amanda asked. "Do you think we should point out the error of her ways to her," Rhonda asked. Amanda thought about this for a minute, and then said, "Let's just play this by ear. We'll wait for the pair tomorrow, this should be fun." The evening came, it was Friday, and Amanda and Rhonda waited in the parking garage inside their car. Time seemed to drag as Amanda anticipated destroying the abusive husband. At this time of evening most people were on their way out of the building and there were getting to be fewer and fewer cars left on this level of the parking garage. The elevator door slid open and the man and woman emerged, hand in hand. They were laughing, but kissed and separated almost immediately. They each got in their car and he left ahead of her. "Let's follow," Amanda said, and Rhonda started their engine, and followed the pair out of the parking structure. After several blocks they each pulled into a motel. Rhonda pulled to the curb and the Amazons watched as the man went into the office. The woman waited in her car. "Well, this will make it easy," Rhonda said, "looks like we're going to get to take care of the love birds tonight." "I want the man," Amanda said, "You can do what you want with the woman." "Not a problem, mistress," Rhonda said. The couple parked side by side and the man unlocked the door to room six and entered, the woman close behind. Amanda and Rhonda waited ten minutes then pulled in the lot, parking next to the woman's car. "Here," Amanda said, pulling a box of latex gloves out from under the seat, "put a pair of these on, I don't want to leave any fingerprints." Rhonda slipped a pair over her fingers allowing the latex to snap in place. They waited another five minutes then Amanda wrapped on the door. "Security," Amanda called out, "there's been a slight accident with the blue Porsche out here." The man in side said, "Ah, shit, just a minute." A minute later, the man opened the door and Amanda shoved him aside before he could utter a protest. Rhonda was right behind her. She shut and locked the door, even using the security latch on the door frame. "Who is this, Frank," the woman asked. The man, ignoring her said, "What's the meaning of this? Is this a robbery?" "Shut up, Frank," Amanda said, "we don't give a damn about your money, we're here for you." Frank was silent for a minute, and then said, "That bitch wife of mine put you up to this didn't she? Wait till I get home, I'll have a talk with her." "And what, Frank," Amanda said, "Beat her to a pulp. Is that what you're going to do little man? You're good at picking on someone that can't defend themselves," and Amanda pushed Frank so that he fell back onto the unmade bed, "why don't you pick on me, bitch." "Hey," he said, "you can't talk to me like that, and what I do to my wife is no concern of yours." "That's where you're wrong; I can talk to you any way I want, asshole and it is my concern what you do to your wife," Amanda said. "Frank, I'm scared, make them go away," the woman said. "Shut up, Carol, let me think," Frank said. "We're not going anywhere, Carol," Rhonda said and went to the side of the bed where Carol had the sheet pulled up to her neck and ripped the cover from her grasp and through it to the end of the bed. Exposed, Carol covered first her breasts, then her pubic area with her hands and began to sob. "Oh, shut up, you cow," Rhonda said. Carol, while perhaps 5'-3", had big tits that hung on her chest, as she cowered against the headboard of the bed. She had flabby arms and bleached blonde hair if the hair on her pubis was any indication of her original color. Rhonda reached down and grabbed Carols arm and dragged her to her feet. She pressed the naked woman's back against her body. Carol was breathing rapidly and Rhonda leaned to her ear and said, "Shh, be quiet, Carol," and kissed the nap of the woman's neck. Rhonda then grasped Carol's pubis with her right hand and bringing her left hand around Carol's chest, cupped her right breast. "Please, please don't hurt me," Carol pleaded. Rhonda laughed slightly but said nothing. She reached forward and picked Carols panties off the bed, then stuffed them into the woman's mouth. "Shh," Rhonda said, as she slid a finger into Carol's vagina, "Mistress Rhonda is just going to finger fuck you." Rhonda ran her finger in and out of Carol's vagina, and then inserted a second finger and finally a third, increasing the speed of her thrusts. Carol was making gasping sounds through her gag. Meanwhile, Amanda and Frank watched on silently for several minutes, then Frank turned to Amanda and said, "Make her stop, please, make her stop." Amanda looked at Frank and laughed out loud, reached the woman's discarded bra on the bed and quickly grabbed Frank from behind. She stuffed the bra into Frank's mouth and stood facing Carol and Rhonda on the other side of the bed. Frank watched on wide-eyed as his mistress became a sexual toy of Mistress Rhonda. Amanda held Frank close to her body, a body that dwarfed Frank. With her right hand, she grabbed the waistband of his pants and ripped them away from his body. Amanda then took his flaccid penis and began stroking him, slowly at first, but gradually bringing him to erection. The two Amazons exchanged glances and smiles, and then synchronized their movements with each other; Rhonda timing her thrusts with the strokes that Amanda applied to Franks cock. With Amanda masturbating Frank, he involuntarily shot semen onto the bed, while Carol had her second orgasm, literally at the hands of Rhonda. Amanda now grasped the man's scrotum and penis with one hand and crushed them as easily as she would crumple a piece of paper. Franks scream into his gag ended with him crying, tears running down his cheeks and his nose running. "Shh," Amanda whispered in his ear, "you won't need those anymore, and look at you, you're a mess." Amanda encircled Frank's chest with her arms and slowly applied pressure. He flailed his arms but couldn't break her hold on him. "This is for your wife, Frank," Amanda said as she increased the pressure on his chest. "You remember her, the one you cheated on, the one you beat," she said, and still increased her constrictions to his chest even after hearing first one then two ribs snap. "Ahh," she sighed as Frank went limp in her arms, "Rest in peace you son of a bitch," she said, and then let Frank fall face first onto the bed. Rhonda whispered in Carol's ear, "That's it for Frank, honey, I've got to make this fast and get out of here, I'd love to be able to take my time and really get off on 'doing you,' but I can't," and snapped her neck. Rhonda also let Carol fall forward, partially on top of Frank. "Come on," Amanda said, "Let's get out of here." Rhonda looked at the pair on the bed, and then glanced at the bedside clock. It had take eighteen minutes to kill the pair. 'While it wasn't satisfying,' Rhonda thought, 'it got the job done. Maybe the next one on the list would prove more satisfying.' "That went well," Amanda said as they drove home. "Yes," Rhonda replied, "I just wish it would have taken longer. I need to have John take care of me." Amanda smiled and said, "Well, go easy on him, I may want to use him and I don't want you to wear that 12-inch cock of his down," and both women laughed. When they arrived home, true to her word, Rhonda sought out John and had heated, torrid sex. John fell asleep with Rhonda, wrapped in her muscular arms. Amanda went to her room and got undressed. As she often did, she watched herself in her full length mirror. As she stood admiring her reflection, she moved, striking pose after pose and commanded her muscles from various parts of her body to flex. With her pubis thrust slightly forward, she ran both hands down her striated chest and across her rock hard abs to her clit. She fingered herself, while watching her member spring forth. Slowly, it grew as she now stroked herself. With her 'she-cock' erect and hard, she padded in the direction of Howard's room. She found him and sliding the panties from his hips, took him from behind. She climaxed in minutes, as did he. Amanda padded back to her bedroom, without saying a word. In the shower, she let the hot water cascade across her muscles as she rubbed the body wash onto her bronze skin. She toweled off and slipped between satin sheets, taking one more look at the list that Colleen had 'dropped off.' The next name was unfamiliar to her, but the offense was listed as 'pedophile,' a crime that Amanda found particularly offensive. 'I want to be able to take my time with this one,' she thought, and laid the list aside, and turned out the bedside lamp. 'Maybe I've found my true mission in life,' she thought before drifting off to sleep.