Amanda - Neophyte Muscle Slave
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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

In the days and weeks following the arrest of Colleen Taylor, a police
detective visited Amanda and Rhonda at the house. Apparently Colleen had said
that Amanda had given her drugs that made her into a psychopathic killer.

Police detective Andrew Marshall had been on the force for just under ten
years but thought that he had seen everything, but Colleen Taylor would go
down in his book as one real 'weirdo'. Besides being one of the most muscled
women he had ever seen, a trait in women he much admired, she was also the
most cold-blooded killer he had ever come in contact with.

Shortly after her arrest for the murder of Jim Baker, who she was caught
killing, she confessed to the murder of several others. She seemed to relish
in her exploits and how she dominated the men and one woman and destroyed
them, seemingly just for her own pleasure.

She leveled accusations at her employer, the county and said the stress of her
job had made her want to kill perverts and wife beaters. She also mentioned
that she had been given drugs by Amanda Bennett that she said, 'transformed'
her into the beast she is.

His interview with Colleen had taken place not in the typical interview room,
but rather through the bars of a holding cell, one that was guarded heavily by
uniformed deputies.

Andrew took Colleen's testimonial in stride, jotting notes, etc. While he
considered much of what she said as 'rubbish', he did admire her physique and
physical prowess.

He left the jail and called directory assistance and got the phone number for
Amanda Bennett, her cell. She picked up after several rings and he introduced
himself. He arranged to meet with her that evening and she gave him her
address. 'This will just be a matter of taking a statement, and keeping the
court happy,' Andrew thought, 'just a formality.'

Andrew arrived at Amanda Bennett's house a few minutes after six. He was met
at the door by a gray-haired man wearing chino trousers and a Polo shirt. "Ms
Bennett is expecting you, detective," the man said, "Please, follow me." He
was shown into a wood paneled office. The woman behind the large desk stood as
he entered.

"Detective Marshall," Amanda said, "I'm Amanda Bennett, and this is Rhonda
Jackson and John Thompson, my housemates." Andrew shook hands with each,
taking note of the firm grip of Amanda and Rhonda.

"Thank you for seeing me," Detective Marshall said, "I'm sorry to trouble you,
but as you know we have arrested Colleen Taylor for the brutal murder of Jim
Baker and several others, can you tell me what your relationship is with Ms
Taylor?" "Yes, Colleen is the sister of Sean Taylor, an employee at my
company. We met Colleen at a pool party that Sean had last summer," Amanda
said.

"Thank you," the detective said, "As bizarre as this next question is, I have
to ask it; did you ever give Colleen any drugs?" Amanda stared at the
detective, then said, "As a matter of fact, yes, although I don't know that
'drugs' is the right word. Our company manufactures vitamin supplements.
Colleen and I discussed fitness and vitamins at the pool party I mentioned,
and she was eager to try them." "So you gave her some vitamins?" Andrew asked.
"I gave them to her," Rhonda said, "why?" "Ms Taylor is claiming, and I know
this sounds odd, that the drugs 'transformed' her into the psychopathic muscle
woman that she is." "Nonsense," Amanda said, "Our drugs will enhance oxygen
supply to the muscles and help with vitamin deficiency, but they don't turn
anyone in psychopaths."

Andrew smiled and closed his notepad that he had been jotting in. "Thank you,
all of you," he said and stood, getting ready to leave, "Just let me say
though that you two look pretty fit, do you take your supplements?" "What kind
of people would we be if we didn't use our own products," Amanda said, "And
thank you for the complement."

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," the detective said and shook John's
hand, then Amanda and Rhonda's. "You both seem pretty strong as well," he
said. 'You have no idea', Amanda thought, and then said, "we are strong; do
you like strong women?" As he walked to the door, Andrew chuckled and said,
"Yes, I have to confess I do."

Amanda smiled, "Howard will show you to the door." "Thank you once again,"
Detective Marshall said and followed Howard to the front door.

"That went well," Amanda said as she unbuttoned her blazer and unzipped her
skirt. Rhonda began to disrobe as well and said, "I thought you were going to
rip his clothes off, I saw the gleam in your eye." Amanda smiled, "You have me
mixed up with Colleen, the psychopath," and she laughed.

Several days later, Amanda got a call from Detective Marshall. "Why Detective
Marshall, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stocking me," Amanda
said. He laughed into the phone and said, "No, I just need to ask a couple
more questions." "Fire away, detective, you called me," Amanda said. For some
reason, Amanda Bennett made Andrew feel a little uncomfortable. He couldn't
put his finger on it, perhaps being a detective made him suspicious of
everyone. "I was hoping to meet you in person," he said, "when would be
convenient for you?"

"Let me check my calendar," Amanda said and actually sat the phone down for a
moment, but all she did was kick her 3-inch pumps off and put her feet up on
the desk. She picked her cell back up and said, "I have a free evening
tomorrow night if that works for you, detective." "That would be fine, shall
we say Romero's at eight o'clock," he asked. "Romero's?" Amanda asked, "Is
this a date, detective?" "Hmm," he said, "If you want to call it that, but I
really do need to ask you a few things." "OK," Amanda said smiling, "but let
me ask you something, are you married, engaged or dating?" Now it was Andrew's
turn to laugh, "No to all three," he replied, "I'll see you tomorrow at
eight."

She entered a few minutes after eight. Amanda wore a short, but not
excessively short suede skirt, silk blouse and matching suede jacket with
4-inch stilettos. She saw Andrew and as she slowly walked to the table, all
the men and some of the women turned to watch her. As she neared the table,
Andrew stood and pulled the chair out for her.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance," he said. Amanda smiled, 'I like
this guy, he's not intimidated by me,' she thought. "What, this old thing,"
she said and touched the lapel of her jacket.

The waiter appeared and they each ordered a glass of red wine. "Drinking on
duty?" she asked. He looked at his watch and said, "I've been off duty for two
hours now," and chuckled.

They sipped their wine and made small talk, glanced at the menu and ordered
when the waiter reappeared. "So, you said you wanted to ask several questions,
detective, go ahead," Amanda said. "First, let's drop the detective stuff;
just call me Andrew or Andy, OK?" "OK, so what do you want to know, Andrew?"
Amanda asked.

"First, is John your boyfriend, you said he and Rhonda live there with you,
are you involved?" he asked. "Listen, Andrew, let's set the record straight,
Howard, who you met and a cook named Maria also live there with me," Amanda
said, "My house may be a little 'unconventional' to the outsider, but nothing
illegal goes on there." "I wasn't implying anything like that," he said, "I
just wanted to know if John, or Rhonda for that matter, were a love interest."

"You certainly don't beat around the bush, do you," Amanda asked, then pushed
on, "no, we're not in a relationship in the sense that you mean, but I do have
sex with Rhonda and John when I want." The momentary silence was almost
deafening. Then Amanda said, "Let's see if I can explain this so that you
understand. You said that you like women with muscles, right?" "Yes," he said
softly, "but what does that ... " and she put her hand on his and said,
"Listen, and I'll tell you what it has to do with everything. I'm what you
would call a 'dominant'. I dominate men and women. Rhonda is a dominant as
well. John, Maria and especially Howard are 'submissive'. They do whatever
Rhonda and I ask, do you understand?" 'This may be a lot for him to process,'
Amanda thought, 'it will be interesting to see how he handles it.'

Again, there was a long lapse in conversation. The food arrived and the waiter
asked about pepper, cheese, more water, another glass of wine, and finally
left.

"Are you a dominatrix?" Andrew asked. "You might say that, but you might also
just call me a control freak," Amanda said and laughed. "Are you as strong as
Colleen?" he asked. "Yes, maybe stronger," Amanda said. "You look big, but not
like Colleen," he said. "Thank you, I think, but you haven't seen me naked,"
Amanda said. "Will I?" Andrew said. "That depends," she said. "On what," he
asked. "First, on whether you want to and secondly, if you promise not to
judge me by 'police rules,' Amanda said. "I'm not sure I know what that is,
but I won't judge you, and yes I want to," he said. "Good," Amanda said.
"Let's get out of here," Andrew said. "But aren't you hungry?" Amanda asked.
"I'm only hungry for you," he said.

Andrew threw some bills on the table and they left their food untouched. She
followed him to a motel a mile down the road. He checked in, got the key and
they went to the room. It was a low budget motel, but that didn't matter.

Amanda quickly removed her jacket, blouse and skirt, neatly folding each item
and placing them on a chair by the desk. As she turned, she noticed that
Andrew had only loosened his tie. "What's the matter, Andrew," she asked, "I
thought you liked a girl with muscles." "Matter?" he said, "Nothing is the
matter, I just can't believe what I'm seeing," he said.

Amanda smiled and gave Andrew a double bicep pose. "Get undressed, Andrew, and
you can play with my muscles, worship them," Amanda said. He quickly shed his
sports jacket, shoulder holster and gun, kicked off his loafers, socks, and
pants and stood there with an erection barely covered by his boxer shorts.

She walked slowly to Andrew. With her heels on, she stood two-inches taller
than him. She ran a finger down his sternum, then into the waistband of his
shorts, and pulled them down. His erect penis sprang free. "You will need to
get rid of that hair for the next time," Amanda said, wrinkling her nose, "I
insist that my men and women be clean shaven." "You're very direct, aren't you
Amanda," he said. "I have to be, I'm in charge," she said, "now lay on the
bed, while I milk that cock."

Andrew did as he was told. Amanda knew he would. She straddled his hips and
lowered herself onto his waiting shaft. "I'm sorry this is going to be so
quick," Amanda said, as she began to rhythmically constrict and loosen his
shaft with her well developed vaginal muscles.

"Do you like that," she asked. "Oh, yeah," he said, "please don't stop." "I
have no intention of stopping, Andrew, not until I'm ready and not until I
climax," she said. While she was astride him, she flexed her arms and
tightened her abs, giving him a great show. He lasted fifteen minutes,
exploding inside her.

Amanda quickened her pace, climaxing a couple of minutes later. She slid
forward, positioning her clit over his face and said, "Eat my pussy, Andrew,
clean that cum out of me." He hesitated, then began to explore with his
tongue. She pushed with her muscles and expelled the cream from within. He
nearly gagged, but took most of the cum.

She lay in the crook of his arm. "Have I totally blown your mind, Andrew,"
Amanda asked. He chuckled and said, "Yes, but in a good way, Amanda." "I have
one more thing you need to see," she said, "sit up." He put a pillow against
the headboard of the bed and watched as she fingered her clit. As she did, it
appeared to grow. When it was two-inches, she began to stroke it using her
thumb and forefinger. Still it grew and at five-inches, she encircled it with
her fist and stroked her shaft as a man would masturbate.

"What does that feel like," he asked. "Take it, stroke my cock, Andrew," she
said and he did. It felt like his penis, except, he had to admit, perhaps
bigger. It was now approximately eight inches in length and he stroked it.
"Faster, Andrew," she said and he quickened the pace until she sent a stream
of come arcing to the floor. "Ahh," she sighed, "marvelous."

It was his turn to lie in the crook of Amanda's arm, his head resting on her
muscled arm. "May I ask you one thing, Amanda," he said. "Sure, go ahead," she
replied. "In the police report, the arresting officer said that Colleen has a
'cock' as well, is that true?" Andrew asked. "Yes, Colleen does have a female
cock," Amanda said, "I saw it once, why?" "No reason," Andrew said. The pair
fell asleep waking an hour later.

"I better go home," Amanda said, "Thank you for dinner," and she laughed. "And
thank you for desert," Andrew said. "Don't forget what I told you about next
time," she said. "Will there be a next time?" he asked. "I think so, but
that's up to you, Andrew," she said, slipping her shoes back on.

She kissed him on the lips then said, "Call me," turned and walked out the
door. He was nearly done dressing and by the time he had finished, and left
the room, Amanda and her car were gone from the parking lot.

Colleen was in court dressed in an orange jump suit, manacled and shackled and
attended to by three armed guards. Sean Taylor, her brother, was the sole
family member to attend the sentencing. The psychiatric exam had showed that
Colleen was fit to stand trial, and a public defender was assigned to the
case.

As the judge entered the bailiff announced, "All rise," and when Colleen got
to her feet each of the three deputies assign to guard her put a hand on their
weapons. The judge entered and took his seat, and announced, "Please be
seated."

The judge spoke, "Mr. Jenkins, I understand that you have reached a plea
agreement with the district attorney's office." "We have your honor," the
public defender said, "in exchange for a guilty plea to the killing of Jim
Baker; we seek a life sentence rather than the death penalty, thus saving the
state from a costly trial." "Does the state agree to this arrangement,
counselor," the judge asked. "It does your honor," the district attorney said,
"Very well," the judge pronounced, "Ms Taylor, before I pronounce the sentence
do you wish to say anything to the court?" Colleen stood up and again the
three guards tensed. "Yes, your honor, I'm sorry that I killed Mr. Baker. I
did so in the heat of passion, however, that doesn't excuse my actions," she
said softly, "those actions are something I will have to live with for the
rest of my life." Colleen took her seat, head slightly bowed.

The judge looked at Colleen then at her public defender and the district
attorney before he spoke, "Very well," he said, "It is so by ordered by the
State of California that you spend life in prison at the woman's correctional
institute in Chowchilla, California." The judge wrapped his gavel on the desk
and the proceedings were done. The state spent next to nothing on a trial and
the problem of Colleen now became the prison systems problem.

Before being led away, Colleen placed a hand gently on the arm of her public
defender and said almost in a whisper, "Thank you, I look forward to showing
those bitches who is in charge at that prison," and chuckled.

It took the three deputies nearly a minute to realize that Colleen had somehow
broken her chains to put a hand on the public defender's forearm. Once this
discovery was made, the public defender was ushered out of the way, somewhat
shaken, Colleen's statement still ringing in his ear. Colleen's action, while
not spectacular, made page one of the newspapers and was the lead in story on
the evening news.

A day after the sentencing, Andrew called. Amanda told him to come by the
house on Saturday. "Come early, we'll be by the pool and Maria will barbecue,"
Amanda said.

Andrew arrived and was greeted at the door by Howard, now clad in a satin
thong. Andrew almost laughed but thought better of it. Howard showed him to
the door to the patio, "Mistress Amanda and Mistress Rhonda are expecting you,
may I bring you something to drink," he asked. "No, no thank you, Howard,"
Andrew said and went outside.

Amanda and I lay on chaise lounges in the sun. We were naked. An empty lounge
was to Amanda's right and left. Rhonda was in the pool swimming laps.
"Please," Amanda said, "take off your clothes and take this chaise,"
indicating the one to her right, "there's towels in the hamper by the door to
the house."

As Andrew passed my lounge, I noticed him steel a quick look at my cock.
Inwardly I smiled and thought, 'penis envy'.

Andrew spread his towels on the chaise, and then removed his clothes, placing
them on a nearby chair. In contrast to Amanda and me, he looked pale. A few
hours in the sun would fix that, I thought. I also took note of the fact that
his pubic area was shaved. Apparently Amanda had told him to get rid of his
hair.

Rhonda finished her laps and walked up the steps of the pool, water glistened
on her dark, oiled skin. Stopping briefly, she gathered her long black hair in
her hands and squeezed the water from it. Her large firm breasts with erect
nipples rose and fell with her breathing. "Hello, Andrew," she said as she
stopped again, this time at the foot of Andrews chaise. "Hello, Rhonda, how
many laps did you do?" Andrew asked. "Only 25 today, I need to put in a few
hours in the gym, so I want to save myself for that," Rhonda said flashing
Andrew a smile. "I'm impressed," he said. She laughed, and then said, "Stop in
the gym and you will be."

Amanda handed Andrew a bottle containing sunscreen. "You better put this on so
that you don't burn, it's a formula that I developed and I must say it works
well," Amanda said. He applied the lotion even rubbing some into his penis.

After a couple of hour's poolside, Amanda said to Andrew, "You should probably
take a break for a while. The sun can be brutal. Why don't you go see Rhonda
work out." "Thanks," Andrew said, "I could use a break from the sun." "Just
leave your things here," Amanda said as he got up.

Once Andrew left, I said to Amanda, "You care for him, don't you mistress?"
"Yes, I believe I do, John, and he may prove useful in the future being a
detective and all, how would you feel if I were to make him one of us?" "That
didn't work well with Colleen," I reminded her. "No, no it didn't," Amanda
said, "but Andrew has the right mental outlook to handle any gift I give him.
Besides, I was just thinking of transforming him into a stud for starters, but
I'll see what Rhonda thinks." I was a little crushed to hear this and I'm
afraid my face showed it because Amanda said, "Don't be sad, John, you'll
always be my number one," and she chuckled as she got up and padded into the
house.

Rhonda was in the midst of doing leg presses when Andrew entered the gym. "Had
enough sun for a while," she asked. "Yes," he said, "Amanda thought I should
take a break and I agree, how much do you have on that machine?" "This is only
twelve hundred pounds," Rhonda said as she pushed through a few more reps,
then applied the stops and got up from the seat, "Care to work in?" "I don't
know if I can do that much weight," Andrew said. "Come on, I'll spot you,"
Rhonda said.

Andrew took the seat and pushed the carriage upward, then disengaged the
stops. Slowly he lowered the platform until it was nearly at rest with the
seat, his knees flexed. With all of his might he tried pushing the carriage
upwards but couldn't seem to budge it. Rhonda gripped the weight bar and
gradually pulled it upwards until Andrew could engage the stops.

"Wow," he said, "I couldn't budge it. Thanks for the spot." She smiled and
said, "No problem, it's good to start with the weight that you can handle, and
then challenge yourself at each workout. Put another hundred pound plate on
that side, will you?" Andrew took a large plate off of a rack near the machine
and slid it on the weight handle, 'That's heavy', he thought, 'how does she do
it so effortlessly?' Rhonda did the same on the side.

Rhonda sat in the seat and proceeded to do twelve slow reps, never faltering.
She applied the stops and stood up. "That's incredible," Andrew said.
"Thanks," Rhonda replied, and then looking in the mirror, shook her quad loose
then quickly tensed the muscle. The muscle swelled. Andrew could only look on
with amazement.

"What do you think, Andy? I can call you Andy, can't I?" she asked. "You can
and I think you have awesome legs, Rhonda," he said. "Thanks," Rhonda replied,
"Come here and feel them, feel how hard they are, I've put a lot of work into
getting them hard." Andrew went to Rhonda and reached down running a hand down
her thigh starting from her hip. "Kneel down, Andrew; get a better look,"
Rhonda said. He knelt.

She tensed her quad and pointed to a thick vein. "Look at that vein, it's like
a black snake, feel it." He touched it with his fingertip. "Taste it, Andrew,
taste the saltiness of my sweat," she said. He touched her massive thigh with
the tip of his tongue, and then ran it along the length of her thigh from knee
to hip. Rhonda smiled.

"Now my clit, Andrew, pleasure my clit," she said. As he did he let his hands
roam over her butt. Her cheeks weren't just firm but rock solid.

Andrew slowly worked his way upward, sinking his tongue deep within Rhonda's
navel, then encircling each of her tense abdominals. As he ran a tongue around
each of Rhonda's magnificent nipples, Amanda reached around him holding him
close to her body. She stroked his shaft with her right hand while encircling
his chest with her left.

Her 'she-cock' swelled as she entered him. He came a minute later, unable to
control himself.

As Amanda controlled Andrew with her rhythmic pumping, she whispered in his
ear, "Do you want to be one of us, Andrew? Do you want to be a slave to Rhonda
and me? Are you ready to serve your mistress'?" Amanda was nearing orgasm and
Rhonda was exploring her mouth with her tongue.

Andrew felt like he was about to be crushed as he came for a second time.
Amanda exploded as did Rhonda.

Amanda turned Andrew around and looking him in the eye said, "Are you, Andrew,
are you ready for your next step into our world?" "Yes, Amanda, I'm ready," he
replied.

"Good," Amanda said, "but you will now call us Mistress Amanda and Mistress
Rhonda. You will not live here but you will obey us without question and do
what we ask of you, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," Andrew said, and thus
gave his life over to the two muscle goddess'.

"Excellent," Amanda said, "as a gift, I'm going to give you a small shot that
will make you into a stud. Our stud. Rhonda, please get my kit from the
office." "Yes, mistress," Rhonda said and left.

"You will carry on your job as a detective as normal, but your life now
belongs to Rhonda and me, do you understand?" Amanda asked. "Yes, mistress,"
he said.

Rhonda was back and as Amanda prepared the syringe, Andrew asked, "What are
you giving me?" "Just something to help you help us," Amanda said, "just a
little prick for a big prick," and she slowly pushed the muscle serum into the
soft tissue at the base of his penis.

Once she withdrew the needle the three of them focused on his penis. At first
it looked as if nothing was happening, but slowly, Andrew began to experience
an erection. His shaft lengthened and continued to grow. It slowed and
stopped. Amanda looked at it and ran a hand along his full length, then
encircled it.

Andrew's passion for muscular women was now fulfilled. He was slave to two of
the most gorgeous, muscular women on the planet and had been endowed with a
14-inch tool with which he would pleasure them.

A neophyte muscle slave was born.