Amanda  Power and Control
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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

Saturday came and Arthur Abrams, attorney at law arrived. Mr. Abrams was
dressed in a charcoal gray pinstriped suit. He looked every bit the successful
attorney he was. I answered the door and showed Mr. Abrams to the study.

Amanda was seated at the desk wearing a black skirt cut several inches above
the knee and a matching black blazer buttoned over her bare chest. Mr. Watson,
standing next to Amanda, was wearing chinos and an emerald green polo shirt.

Mr. Abrams placed his briefcase on his knees and opened the clasp. He withdrew
a small stack of papers that had tabs on the edge. "You will each need to sign
where I have marked," Mr. Abrams said, "And if you don't mind me asking,
Howard, just why are you transferring your company to Ms Bennett?" At first I
didn't know who he was talking about, I had never heard anyone refer to Amanda
by her surname. Mr. Watson said, "She's proven through her service and desire
to make the company grow that she's the one to head Biomax, plus it's time for
me to step down and do the things I enjoy." 'Good, although well rehearsed,
answer,' I thought and almost laughed.

Both Amanda and Mr. Watson signed the papers where indicated. "I'll have
copies of these documents sent over in the next day or two," Mr. Abrams said,
"and I look forward to serving you, Ms Bennett in the years ahead." "Thank
you, Mr. Abrams, I look forward to it as well," Amanda said as she stood, came
around the desk and shook the attorney's hand. I couldn't help but notice that
with her heels on, Amanda stood 6-inches taller than Mr. Abrams. "John will
show you out, Mr. Abrams," Amanda said, giving his hand one more shake.

I walked the man to the door, but before closing it, he turned to me and
asked, "John, could you tell me, is Ms Bennett single?" "Yes, yes she is,
sir," I said and I caught the trace of a smile cross his lips as he turned and
headed for his Bentley.

Back inside, back in the study, Amanda had abandoned her blazer and was just
unzipping her skirt. Mr. Watson had his shirt off and was unsnapping his
pants, revealing his usual pair of panties, this pair, a nylon thong with lace
edges.

"Mr. Abrams asked if you were single, mistress," I said. She gave a soft
chuckle, "I'd be afraid of hurting Mr. Abrams, I could have broken his hand
when I shook it."

And so the transfer of Biomax to Mistress Amanda Bennett was done. Maria
prepared us a celebratory lunch which we ate au natural by the pool, toasting
the 'passing of the torch' with a bottle of '96 Moet et Chandon Dom Perignon.
Amanda had achieved her 'rise to power.'

Amanda Bennett, self made muscle goddess, dominatrix, corporate business
owner, brilliant chemist and my mistress. She is my mistress from the
standpoint of domination, not lover of one who is married. My name is John
Thompson and I am not married. To say I have an unusual life may, to some, be
an understatement.

Amanda is the matriarch of our family. I am the man of the family, in that I
bed Amanda, when she wants or needs, but I also take care of the sexual needs
of Rhonda Jackson, an African-American roommate and personal assistant to
Amanda.

Howard Watson, the homeowner, housekeeper, maid and all around whipping-boy of
Amanda lives here and seems quite content in his own pathetic way. Our cook,
Maria Garcia, who at 5'-1" is 31 but looks like she's 15, is a marvelous cook.
Maria busies herself in the kitchen most of the time but socializes with the
rest of us if prodded.

We are five very different people sharing one house, three of them sharing one
bed at times; but all living together in a strange environment. 'Yes,' I
thought, as I lay on my chaise lounge by the pool, 'I have an unusual life.'

I open my eyes and look at my housemates. We're all poolside and as different
physically as we are in character. Amanda stands slightly over 6' tall. Her
skin is tanned to a rich walnut, nearly as dark as Rhonda. Amanda has small
breasts but most people meeting her for the first time would never notice
because of her height and the fact that she's the most muscular woman you will
ever meet. Her chest is striated with muscles and her broad shoulders are
topped with huge traps. Her abs are so well defined that she needn't flex to
show them off, but perhaps one of her best assets is her quads. The massive
thighs are as large as tree trunks with veins and muscles intertwined in a
casing that when touched feels like stone. Amanda is lying on her back, with
her eyes shut.

Rhonda is lying next to me. Her dark skin glistens with oil, her hair, black
and rich, fanned out on the towel on which she lays. Her breasts are firm and
point skyward. In the time that we have been in the house, she has developed
muscle tone and strength of her own, and although not as massive as Amanda, I
think she could compete in a bodybuilding contest and win.

On the other side of me, Maria lays on her chaise. She is lying on her
stomach, her small firm butt toward the sky, her head facing me, eyes closed;
I can hear her soft breathing as she sleeps.

'Unusual life,' I thought, 'hell, I have a fantasy life.'

I must have been lost in thought or been partially asleep but I felt cooler. I
slowly opened my eyes and was looking up at Amanda towering over me, blocking
out the sun. "Come with me," she said. She began walking towards the house,
then turned and waited for me. I glanced at Rhonda and Maria but they were
both asleep. I padded after Amanda.

Once inside, she continued on to her bedroom. "Sit," she said, and I sat on
the edge of the bed. "As you know," she continued, "I've been experimenting
with a muscle growth serum that works on an individual muscle rather than a
steroid type application that works on the mass muscle system. I wanted you to
be the first to see the result." She began toying with her clit at first with
her finger, but as it grew longer and thicker, she began to stroke it with her
finger and thumb, and eventually her entire hand. As she did she watched her
reflection in the closet mirror and began to bite her lip. She was becoming
aroused watching herself.

"See the head, it resembles the head of your cock," she said as she stroked
herself to an erection, "and I can't begin to describe what it feels like."
The sight of this muscle goddess standing there, masturbating was more than I
could imagine. My own massive cock was hard as a rod.

"Take me, John," Amanda said and I did. I ran my tongue along the length of
her clit, then around the head of her 'she cock' as she gently pumped, holding
my head steady. With a gush, Amanda climaxed, drenching my chest.

She chuckled and said, "Damn that felt good. I'll have to have Howard shampoo
the carpet though," and she laughed again. She looked at my stiff member and
said, "You look like you're ready to explode." She lay on the bed and said,
"Service me, John; I want to feel you inside me." I didn't hesitate. Even with
her clit semi-erect, I entered her and she tightened her vaginal muscles
around my shaft. I winced as she applied more pressure, but then she relaxed
her hold on my manhood and I began to stroke her. We reached orgasm together
twenty minutes later.

I rolled off her and she rolled on her side, propping her head on one hand.
"Thanks, John, for standing by me with all I've been through," she said, "I
know I'm not the same woman you knew a year or so ago. So much has changed."
"Yes, it has," I said, "but I wouldn't want to go back to my old lifestyle."
"I'm glad to hear you say that," Amanda said, "I'm sure there will be other
changes ahead."

She got off the bed and said, "Let's go out tonight, just the two of us." I
looked up at her, "You mean like a date," I said. She looked down at me,
smiling, "Yeah, a date, would you like that?" she asked. "Sure," I replied.

That night, we went to a club. The bar was packed but I spotted a small table
available in the back. As we headed for the table, I could tell all eyes were
on Amanda. Besides being tall (6'-3" in her heels), she was 'dressed to kill'
with a suede mini and yellow silk blouse under a matching suede jacket. We sat
down and the waitress who had been delivering drinks at a nearby table stopped
by. "What can I get you," she asked. "I'll have a glass of syrah," Amanda
said. "And for you, sir," the waitress inquired. "Jack Daniel's with a splash
of water," I said. "Very good, I'll be back in a minute," she said.

We spent time discussing Biomax, Amanda's experiments and Howard Watson. When
conversation tapered off, our attention turned to the other patrons. One guy
at a nearby table caught our attention. It was obvious that he had had too
much to drink as he kept 'hitting' on our waitress. His two friends looked
bored and soon they left, but not before arguing. We were far enough away that
we couldn't hear what was being said, but it was probably about the two
wanting to leave.

Once his companions left, he signaled the waitress for one more drink, but
instead of bringing the drink, she came by with his check. His animated
behavior indicated he was not happy about being cutoff and grabbed the
waitress' wrist as she turned to leave. She pulled free, but not before the
man tipped over one of the half empty glasses on his table. He stood up
abruptly so that the liquid didn't run onto his pants, and nearly tipped the
table over in the process.

"Wait here," Amanda whispered in my ear. She stood up and walked over to the
man. Taking his forearm in both her hands she leaned in and whispered
something in his ear. She turned and he followed her toward the back door, he
had a lopsided grin on his face.

Once outside, Amanda asked the man, "which is your car, sport?" He pointed
towards a Range Rover at the back of the parking lot. 'Good,' Amanda thought,
'the car is in the shadows away from the rest of the lot'. "Come on," Amanda
told him and walked towards the vehicle. The bar patron obediently followed.
Amanda stood by the passenger door appearing to wait for the man to unlock it
for her, that's what the man thought as well, but when he approached the side
of the car with keys in hand, Amanda turned and with a fist as hard as a
hammer, hit the man on the jaw. She caught him before he fell to the pavement
and gently lowered him to the ground.

'Other changes ahead, I said earlier, and this is one of them,' Amanda thought
as she carefully unlocked the Range Rover. She placed the man in the back seat
after stripping off his trousers, shoes, socks, boxer shorts and shirt. She
folded his clothes and put them in the back. Now naked herself, she patted him
on the cheek. The man came around groggily. "Wh- what happened," he asked
glancing at Amanda while trying to bring her into focus. "You fell and passed
out," Amanda said, positioning herself to face the back of the car while
sitting on the man's lap. "But how did I get undressed," he asked. "Shh, don't
ask so many questions," she said, "just get yourself hard, I want to have that
cock inside me."

Amanda could feel the stirring of an erection against the inside of her thigh.
"Tell me, do you like muscle women?" she asked. "I don't' know," he said, "I
just like all women." 'What an asshole,' she thought, 'if anybody needs to be
schooled on manners, it's this guy.' "I'll assume you do since you're getting
a hard on," Amanda said and reached beneath her and fondled his cock and
balls. Amanda gauged that he was fully erect now, although he wasn't as big as
she would have liked and certainly not as big as John.

With the man's penis in hand, she teased her vagina by inserting the head into
herself, then withdrawing it. She did this a half dozen times until she was
ready. Finally she lowered herself onto his shaft and began to constrict her
vaginal muscles. Within minutes the man stammered, "Please that hurts." "Oh,
poor baby," Amanda taunted, "am I too strong for you?" "Yes, please, you're
crushing my cock," he said and tried to push Amanda from his lap. Amanda now
applied even more pressure and leaned forward and whispered in the man's ear,
"I'm going to crush your dick, you cock sucker." "No, please, stop," the man
pleaded.

It felt as if he had his penis in a vise. Amanda lifted from the man's lap but
didn't release her hold on him; instead she managed to get a knee positioned
beneath her, resting it on the man's pelvis. The man was sweating now and
began a soft 'mewing' sound as his penis felt like it was being ripped from
his body. Amanda, with her knee still pinning the man to the seat, continued
to lift her hips away from the man. The man's mewing turned into a scream as
his manhood was ripped from his abdomen. He passed out as the skin, tissue and
muscle gave way.

Amanda looked at the man, his head turned to one side. She glanced around the
parking lot, and with no one in sight, she opened the car door and stepped
out. A small amount of blood ran down her legs, but inside the car was quite a
different matter. Blood flowed from a gaping hole in the man's abdomen where
his penis once resided. He also had a large bruise on his pelvis where her
knee had been positioned. Amanda reached between her legs and removing the
man's penis, placed the severed organ in his gaping mouth. As a final insult,
she reached in and grasping his scrotum, squeezed it reducing the gonads to
pulp. 'He won't need these where he's going,' Amanda thought.

She shut the back door and walking around to the hatch, opened it and
proceeded to wipe the blood from the inside of her thighs with the man's
shirt. She then wiped down the hatch door, rear door both inside and out, and
everything else she may have touched. She put her skirt, blouse, shoes and
jacket back on and walked back to the club.

She entered through the back door and sat again with me. "Did I keep you
waiting," Amanda asked. "No not at all. I think you were only gone twenty
minutes or so," I said, "did you have a word with that bastard?" "Yes," she
said, "he won't be bothering anyone again."

A short time later, we drove home. "So what really happened out in the back
parking lot?" I asked Amanda. She told me the whole story. "Yeah, I got the
idea when we were in bed together," she said, "it looked painful when I
applied a little pressure to your cock. I wanted to see if I could destroy a
man by ripping his manhood from him, and I did." I involuntarily shuddered and
she laughed. "Don't worry," she said, "I would never do that to you unless
you're bad," and she laughed a throaty laugh as we pulled up to the house.

The next day on the morning news Amanda, Rhonda and I watched as the camera
showed the parking lot of the bar Amanda and I had been at. The shot was of a
Range Rover at the rear of the lot. A yellow tarp covered something inside the
vehicle. The announcer was saying, "A body was discovered this morning inside
a vehicle by a maintenance worker here at the 'Quiet Time Tavern' on Atlantic
Avenue. The investigation is still on-going and details and the man's identity
have not been released, however, sources close to the investigation term say
the death is 'suspicious in origin'. Reporting from ... "

"Wow, that's not too far from the house," Rhonda said, "I wondered what
happened." I looked from Rhonda to Amanda. Amanda looked Rhonda straight in
the eyes and said, "I castrated the bastard. He was rude and insulting, so I
pulled his cock off." Rhonda sat stunned for a minute, and then said, "You
pulled his cock off?" "Yes," Amanda said, "He was screwing me and I merely
tightened down on his cock and with a knee to keep him pinned down, pulled his
penis off." 'She made it sound as effortless as pulling the wings from a fly,'
I thought. "Amazing," was all that Rhonda said.

Rhonda had taken to working out in the gym, and was more religious about it
than I. Our home gym wasn't just an exercise bicycle and a set of dumbbell,
but a well equipped one that would rival a commercial gym. This particular day
as I went in, Rhonda was on the inclined bench press. She wore only a pair of
blue spandex shorts, no top. Her body glistened with sweat. She was in the
middle of a set and I marveled at how effortlessly she pressed the 250 pounds
she had on the bar, bringing the bar down to just touch the top of her breasts
and raising it evenly, locking her elbows at the top of the lifts.

She racked the barbell and sat upright, mopping her forehead with a towel.
"Hi, John," she said, finally noticing my presence, "would you spot me on my
next set?" She got up and put on another plate on each side of the barbell,
increasing the weight to nearly 350 pounds.

I stood on the benches platform behind her and watched as she slid the bar
from the stand and did first one, then two then three presses. On the sixth
press, she slowed and managed a seventh with me helping for the eight before
she again re-racked the barbell. "Good set," I said, watching those
magnificent breasts rise and fall as she caught her breath.

"Thanks," Rhonda said, "I'm getting better, thanks to Amanda and my daily
training regimen." "Amanda," I said, "what do you mean?" "Oh, I thought you
knew," she said, "Amanda is giving me vitamin shots and has me on a structured
workout plan." 'Vitamin's my ass,' I thought, 'she's giving her those muscle
shots that she's been taking,' but I said, "That's great, whatever it is it's
working, you look fantastic." And she did. Not only was she more muscular, but
she was definitely more well defined.

"Thanks," she said again, "I feel great too. What were you going to work on
today?" "I was going to do some shoulder work," I said. "Me too," Rhonda said,
"I'm done with chest now, do you want to work together?" "Sure," I said.

We did shoulder shrugs, me with 50-pound dumbbells, Rhonda with 65-pound
dumbbells. Then standing dumbbell fly's, me with 40-pound dumbbells and she
with 55-pound weights. It was clear that she could out lift me.

I was finishing my last set of dumbbell presses while Rhonda posed for herself
in the mirror. As I sat there watching, she looked at me and chuckled. "What,"
I asked. She turned to me and said, "I guess my posing has turned you on."
"Huh," I said, but then realized that the head of my cock was sticking out the
end of my shorts. I smiled and said, "I think you're right."

"Come here," she said and sat on a nearby flat bench. I approached and she
pulled my waistband down exposing my manhood. She took it in both hands and
kissing the head, ran her tongue along the entire shaft. She continued until I
climaxed fifteen minutes later.

No sooner had she drained me of my last drop than Amanda came into the gym.
"So there you are, I wondered where you two went," she said. "We were just
working out," I said, caught off guard. "I can see that," she said, "and from
the looks of it, your cock had quite the workout." This brought laughter from
both Amanda and Rhonda. "Now it's my turn, take me, Rhonda," Amanda said, and
stood in front of her. Rhonda touched Amanda's clit with the tip of her tongue
then slowly sucked at the lips. Amanda's 'she-cock' began to spring to life,
as Rhonda's tongue danced over her mons.

As Amanda's shaft reached an impressive 7-inchs in length, and was nearly as
thick as mine, she said, "Lay down, Rhonda." Rhonda lay back, as Amanda lay on
top of her, penetrating her with her cock. I watched as the two muscle women
made love without concern for my presents. My erection grew and as Amanda and
Rhonda climaxed in unison, I came as well.

"So what do you think of our girl," Amanda asked me, referring to Rhonda, "she
getting some guns." Rhonda struck a double bicep pose and her muscles swelled.
"She's impressive," I said, "very impressive." And she was there was no doubt
about it.

Amanda stood next to Rhonda and flexed her massive biceps. "Damn, girl,
another month or so and you'll be as big as me," Amanda told her.

The following day, we were all at the lab. The day started out as usual, but
then small incidents happened. First, one of the lab techs dropped a rack
containing some samples, then an electric circuit failed and finally, toward
the end of the day, one of the maintenance men who had shown up early, slipped
and fell, necessitating a call to the paramedics.

Amanda was in a dark mood by the time we got home. The one bright spot was
Maria's dinner of skinless chicken breast, asparagus, zucchini, and tomato
basil soup. As we finished and Maria was removing the dishes, Amanda said,
"Thanks, Maria, that was wonderful," and the muscle goddess hugged Maria.
Maria looked like a child compared to Amanda.

"John, Rhonda," Amanda said once the dishes were cleared, "I want to make some
changes at Biomax. I want to see what would happen on a wider scale with
controlled subjects." At first I didn't realize what she was talking about,
but then Rhonda said, "You want to use the staff as part of a control group
study?" "Yes," Amanda said, "I want to see what the muscle serum will do to a
wider segment."

"But how do you propose to inject everyone," I asked. "Ah," she said, "that's
what I'll have to work on, how to reduce and convey the serum for oral
consumption rather than use as an injection, any ideas?" "What if we put it in
the water coolers," Rhonda said. "Yes, that might work," Amanda said, "but
we'd need to know who drinks from the coolers and who brings their own water
or other beverage." "There's also the possibility that they would use the
water from the cooler for coffee," I suggested, "would heat affect the outcome
of the experiment?" "Hmm, that's a good question, John," Amanda said, "I'll
have to work on that."

For the next several days, Amanda worked long hours in her lab. Finally one
evening at dinner she said, "I've got great news, I've developed a formula
that will work. It's soluble in water, not affected by heat, such as in
coffee, and is virtually tasteless. All we need now is to know who the
candidates will be."

Early the next morning, Amanda, Rhonda and I applied the muscle serum to the
water bottles in Payroll and Accounting. We selected those two departments as
they were easy to monitor. Over the course of the next day or two, Rhonda and
I compiled a list of employees in those groups who neither drank coffee nor
water from the water cooler. It was a short list.

At the end of the second week, results were noticeable. Brian Baxter, the
accountant who had nearly come to blows at Howard's pool party was looking
stronger and had more pep in his stride. Margaret Johnson, a secretary from
payroll who is in her forties, looked much younger and had trimmed down.

In fact, we noticed that the employees who were unwittingly participating in
the program were now using the pool and the weight room either on their lunch
hour or after work. I found Margaret in the gym one evening, doing cable flies
with dumbbells, something I'm sure the forty year old wouldn't or couldn't
have done prior to taking the muscle serum.

"Looking good, Margaret," I told her as she finished her set. "Thank you," she
said, now sitting at the end of the bench looking at herself in the mirror.
"John," she said, "does my chest look any bigger to you?" The question took me
off guard, but I answered, "I think so, Margaret, it looks good to me." With
this last remark, she blushed slightly and said, "Thanks."

Rhonda and I reported each evening to Amanda and the three of us agreed that
we should follow the same protocol for the rest of the company. Tomorrow,
Biomax would have 100% participation in the muscle growth experiment.