Amanda - Reflections of My Life
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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

A few followers of the Amanda series have asked for a re-cap of our heroine
and her rise to 'muscle greatness'.

My name is John Thompson and I became acquainted with Amanda Bennett when I
first started at a firm called Biomax. Amanda was a lab assistant at the time
and I was a lowly caretaker of the lab animals, working the evening shift. I
was attracted to Amanda pretty much from the day I started, but she was soon
laid off, which I thought would end my chances of ever getting to really know
her.

After losing her job, she began working after-hours at Biomax and soon
developed her muscle enhancement formula. Naturally since she developed this
on her own, but with company resources, neither of us was eager to tell anyone
about it.

Amanda moved into my small apartment and, because she was experimenting on
herself, soon had me tending to her every need and whim. I had always been
attracted to strong women and found myself surfing the internet and looking at
muscle magazines, fanaticizing about being dominated by the muscle beauties.
Now that fantasy had come true.

Amanda and I attended a party thrown by Biomax founder, Howard Watson. Mr.
Watson was a self-made man and quite affluent, or so it would appear. Little
did I know at the time that he shared my pre-disposition for being dominated
by a muscle goddess. Amanda seemed to know this or sense this but in any
event, worked her way into Howard's home and heart as well as back into the
company at an elevated status. To make a long story short, she was the new
chief at Biomax and she ruled with an iron hand.

It was at this party at Howard Watson's that Amanda and I first met Rhonda
Jackson. Rhonda, who was cocktailing for the affair was a drop-dead gorgeous
African-American with a toned body. She and Amanda became instant friends, so
much so, that Amanda shared her muscle enhancement serum with Rhonda.

Amanda developed and shared a special muscle growth serum with me, a 'gift' as
she called it, although I wondered whether it was intended to really be a gift
for me or for her. By injecting the serum into my penis (and I know readers
found this particularly hard to imagine), it would grow to and incredible
14-inch length when erect.

We moved in to Howard's house. The core family was Amanda, myself, Rhonda,
Howard, acting as houseboy and we hired a cook, Maria. While ours was not,
perhaps, your 'normal' household, it was one in which we were all comfortable.

Amanda caught one of her employee's trying to sell our formula's to a
competitor, United Labs. Needless to say, Amanda did not go lightly on the
man, having her secrets almost stolen. She paid a visit to United and met Jane
Young. Jane had been held back because Hal Smith and his incompetent son, Hal
junior, were of the belief that women, at best, should remain in the
secretarial pool and not venture into management. This line of thinking never
set well with Amanda and she was quick to point out the error of their ways.
It took some time, but they came around to her way of thinking and she
eventually became the 'silent partner' of United Labs with Jane moving up the
corporate ladder and Hal and Hal junior taking supportive roles.

One of our co-workers, Sean Taylor has a sister, Colleen Taylor. She was a
social worker for the county and had seen plenty of abusive households,
abusive husbands and the dregs of humanity. Being disgusted but unable to do
anything about it legally, she solicited Amanda's help in dealing with several
of her toughest cases. Amanda did so with ease, and soon a friendship grew
between Colleen and Amanda.

Mistress Amanda loved her work in the lab; developing new health supplements,
as well as muscle enhancement supplements, but she also loved her work dealing
with those that needed a lesson in manners or just needed to be reminded that
they were under the watchful eye of Mistress Amanda. She was well suited to
providing the needed discipline, standing six-feet tall, with blonde hair and
green eyes. Her physique could only be described as breathtaking. Her massive
arms measured 18-inches, her quads, 27-inches and her waist a mere 30-inches,
but perhaps the one measurement that astounded everyone who she showed it to
was her 8-inch 'she-cock'. Using the same muscle enhancement formula that she
had injected me with, she also had injected herself, developing her clit into
a female penis of sorts.

Colleen Taylor sought Mistress Amanda's help and soon began her transformation
into a muscle goddess in her own right. While Mistress Amanda could keep her
emotions and self-control in check, unfortunately Colleen could not. While the
five of us were on vacation in Hawaii, Colleen had brutally killed two people
fuelling her desires. Upon our return, Amanda tried reasoning with Colleen but
was basically told to 'mind her own business.' We all felt that it would only
be a matter of time before Colleen's lust for killing caught up with her, and
we quickly found this out as I followed her from our house and watched as she
picked up a biker at a traffic signal, taking him to her house. She was caught
'red-handed' by the police as an anonymous phone call had been placed tipping
them to Colleen's crime.

In a plea bargain with the court, she pleaded guilty saving her from the death
penalty, and saving the state the cost of a trial. In return, Colleen told
authorities of her other crimes.

Andrew Marshall a detective investigating the Colleen Taylor case came to
interview Amanda and was captivated by her beauty and muscles. He had now
joined the growing ranks as one of Mistress Amanda's 'submissives'.

Over dinner one evening, Andrew informed us that he had heard that Colleen had
settled into her new life behind bars, establishing herself as the 'Queen of
Chowchilla Prison'. Guards kept a close watch on her at all times and had even
taken to carrying a cattle prod when they needed to be in the yard with her.
She got who and what she wanted, when she wanted it.

"I must say," Andrew said, finishing his story about Colleen, "I'm happy
Colleen is now off the streets, although I'm sure she's making life a living
hell for the other inmates." "Now she's free to take her muscle fantasies and
desires to new heights," Rhonda said, "Mistress Amanda tried to rein her in,
but Colleen was going to do whatever she damn well liked. I agree with you,
Andrew, its good she's off the streets."

"Do you and Mistress Amanda ever have the desire to kill someone just to
satisfy your desires?" Andrew asked. Rhonda looked at Amanda, then said, "Yes,
Andrew, I do, but don't worry, I keep those desires in check." "We take our
roles as Mistress' and 'dominants' very seriously, Andrew," Amanda said,
"Unlike Colleen, we don't kill indiscriminately, even though there's plenty of
scum and low-life out there that need terminating. We like to think that we
provide a 'public service' by getting rid of the vermin of the world."

"I can think of several people who need terminating as you call it," Andrew
said, "our legal system isn't perfect and, while we can pile up a mountain of
circumstantial evidence against a person, we just don't have enough to
prosecute or convict them." "Well, if Rhonda or I can help with that," Amanda
said, "let us know," and flexed one of her huge biceps, "I'd love to put this
baby around the neck of some weasel," and Amanda laughed.

In Chowchilla Prison for Women, Colleen Taylor had settled in to her role as
the most feared, yet respected, prisoner. When she was allowed into the yard,
or when she went to the dining hall, two and sometime three guards accompanied
her.

Quite often the guards would put shackles and manacles on her to walk her to
the dining hall, but she would generally hand them back to one of the guards
before entering. Such was the case on this particular Tuesday.

Noise subsided as Colleen entered the hall and reached down with what the
nearest guard thought was a manacled hand. She pulled on the shackle
encircling her ankle, snapping it. "Here ya' go officer," Colleen said,
handing the useless chains back to the correctional officer.

Colleen made it a point to be nice to the guards as long as they were nice to
her. She knew that she was in for life, so she thought she'd make the best of
it with those that she saw day in and day out. The other prisoners were a
different story. They came and went and Colleen didn't care if they walked
out, were pushed out in a wheelchair or carried out in a pine box. She took no
crap from them.

The first couple of weeks, several of the inmates tried to prove their
dominance by pushing and bumping Colleen as she was led through the halls or
was in the prison yard. They paid a price for their stupidity.

The other thing that happened in the first couple of weeks of her entering
Chowchilla was that she was recruited to join a gang; white supremacists',
Mexican Mafia and even the Crips and the Bloods wanted her to join, just to
have her muscle. She refused them all.

Angela, a member of the Mexican Mafia approached her in the yard the third day
Colleen was there. "Hey, Chica," Angela said, "you look like you belong to us.
We could look out for you and take care of you, mamacita." "Get lost," Colleen
said, "I'm Irish, not Mexican and I don't need your gang or your protection."
"That's a mistake, Chica," Angela warned, "you never know what can happen in
here, this place is ... " Angela never got a chance to finish her threat as
Colleen drove a fist into the woman's midsection doubling her over and sending
her to the ground. Colleen stood there for several seconds wondering if she
had done any permanent internal damage, then walked away. As she passed a
nearby guard, she said, "I think that woman is having cramps or something, she
might need to go to the infirmary."

Another gang that tried to recruit Colleen was a white supremacist gang called
the 'WST', or Women Storm Troopers. Debra, a rail thin tattooed druggy
approached Colleen in the shower. "What do you want?" Colleen said as the
woman approached. "You better not hang around those Mex or the blacks, girl,"
Debra said, "you're just going to get your ass kicked." "Is that so," Colleen
said, "Who's going to kick my ass?" A second and a third woman moved in behind
Debra, each carrying what Colleen thought was a bar of soap inside a rolled up
towel. Inmates used this as a club of sorts. "Oh, so you three bimbo's are
suppose to scare me, huh?" Colleen asked.

The woman to Debra's left took a quick step towards Colleen at the same time
bringing her towel back in order to take a swing at the Amazon. Colleen timed
her move perfectly and stepped into the woman rather than away from her as the
woman had anticipated.

Now within striking distance, Colleen gave the woman and elbow to her nose,
breaking it instantly. Blood gushed and the woman howled, dropping to her
knees. "Wimp," Colleen said, as she grabbed the other woman with a towel. With
her hand around the woman's throat, she lifted her along the shower wall so
that the woman was off the ground by 6-inches.

With her free hand, Colleen grabbed Debra about the waist, spinning her so
that she faced away from Colleen, but pulled her in close to her body. Debra
felt as if she were caught in a vice. She found herself, pinned to Colleen's
massive chest, staring at her fellow 'WST' member's pussy.

"Take her Debra," Colleen whispered in Debra's ear, "Tongue your buddy's
pussy, do it or I'll snap your ribs." Having no choice, Debra began to explore
her gang member's clit. "That's good you little wore, eat her!" The woman
Colleen had pinned to the wall passed out, so she let her drop to the floor of
the shower where she landed with a thud almost on top of the woman with the
broken nose.

Colleen slid her free hand down to Debra's clit and taking it between her
thumb and index finger gave a squeeze. Debra screamed in pain. Colleen laughed
and sliding a finger into the woman's pussy said, "If you or one of your
neo-Nazi ever come around me again, I'll kill the three of you, do you
understand?" Debra just nodded. Colleen abruptly released the girl who toppled
over the other two landing on her ass.

Colleen finished rinsing, turned the water off, and then began toweling her
magnificent body. 'Damn, that was fun,' Colleen thought.

As she walked from the shower room, her towel wrapped around her, she passed a
guard and said, "There's a bunch of trash lying on the floor in there,
officer, something needs to be done with it." The guard stared at her
nervously but said nothing as she moved off. Only then did the guard venture
in to the shower room and see the three inmates lying in a heap.

'This is too much fun', Colleen thought as she walked back to her cell. People
within her path got out of the way or got pushed aside.

Now, in the dining hall, she moved along the line pushing her tray. 'The food
isn't too bad', she thought, and if Colleen wanted more, all she had to do was
ask.

She got her drink, an ice tea, and moved to the general seating area. Other
inmates got out of her way as she found a table she wanted to sit at. She
stopped at the end of the table which was occupied by six inmates and looked
down at them, her gaze traveling from one to the other. They tried to avoid
her glance but within seconds, the six stood, took their trays and moved off.
Colleen sat. She preferred to eat alone.

Midway through her meal, she caught sight of a dark haired woman who had just
sat at the table across from her. Even in the prison issued jumpsuit, Colleen
could tell that the woman's body was trim and fit. She had never seen her
before.

Colleen quickly finished her meal, leaving her tray and utensils on the table.
She stood behind the woman sitting across from the woman who had caught her
eye. Colleen put a hand on the woman's shoulder and gave a little squeeze,
"Take a hike, bitch," she said. The woman scurried away carrying her tray.
Colleen took her seat and as she did, and other's at the table left as well.

"I'm Colleen, sweetheart, did you just get here?" Colleen said. The woman
said, "I'm Rachael. Yeah, just got here yesterday." "Well, welcome to my
world," Colleen said, looking around the mess hall, "you're going to be my
roommate, would you like that?" "I'm already in a cell," Rachael said. "Not a
problem," Colleen said, "I'll get you transferred, you and I can have some fun
together."

Amanda had been consumed with a project in the lab for the better part of a
week. As Friday rolled around she said after dinner, "I've made a discovery
that I think will revolutionize women's nail polish." Andrew and I exchanged
glances, and then looked to Rhonda who only slightly shook her head. "I know,
I know," Amanda said, "I've kept this all from you, but watch," and she picked
up a glass from the table and with her index finger, wrote her initials in the
glass.

At first I thought it was just condensation from the cold water, but then she
handed it to me and I felt where she had actually etched the glass with her
nail. "You developed a nail polish that is as hard as diamonds?" I asked. She
smiled, "Yes, can you imagine the possibilities?"

"Wow," Rhonda said as I passed the glass across the table to her. "Do you mean
that you only have to apply it once?" she asked. "Actually, you need to build
up the nail fibers, and then reapply periodically as your nails lengthen, but
yes, they get stronger," Amanda said.

Amanda rarely wore polish, and generally kept her nails short and well
trimmed. However today I noticed that her fingernails seemed longer.

The five of us went in to the family room to watch the news. A piece came on
about Frank Jefferson, a well known drug dealer from the south side of the
city being released from jail. "We've tried to keep Frank behind bars," Andrew
said, "but everyone is afraid of him. Once we think we have him, the witness
disappears, is killed or decides he or she didn't witness the crime. It's
really frustrating." "But you're sure he's the one?" Rhonda asked. "He's the
one that has most to gain and what few informants we have said that he
personally has killed four people," Andrew said, "yet we can't tie him to any
of the homicides."

"What's Franks address," Amanda asked. Andrew told her, he had it memorized
since it was an on-going investigation. "You should know that Frank has a
girlfriend, a crack-head named Gloria. She can be as mean as Frank if she's on
her drugs," Andrew said. "Thanks," Amanda said, "I'll watch my back." "Do you
want me to come with you," Rhonda asked. "No, I'll handle it," Amanda said.

Later that night after everyone had gone to sleep; Amanda dressed in her cat
suit and went to pay Frank and Gloria a visit. Their house was a rundown wood
frame structure. The lights were out as was the street light in front of their
house. Amanda parked a few houses down and keeping to the shadows tried the
front door. To her surprise, it was unlocked.

As quietly as she could she quietly went down the narrow hallway to the back
bedroom. What she thought would be the master bedroom. She pushed the door
open and by the light coming through the window could see the bed was empty.
She looked at the bedside clock which showed it to be 1:00A.M.

She turned and retracing her steps, checked the two other bedrooms off the
hallway, finding neither Frank nor Gloria.

Amanda was about to reenter the living room when the lights from a cars
headlights washed over her. 'Damn,' she thought, 'I hope they didn't see me.'
She retreated to the bedroom. No sooner had she reached the bedroom than the
front door opened with a slam.

"I can't believe that son of a bitch tried to hold out on me," Frank said, "He
deserved what he got." There was female laughter and then Gloria said, "Did
you see the look on his face when you stuck him, Frank," more laughter then
she said, "I don't think he knew he was dead until he saw your knife in his
chest." Frank chuckled, "Benny was a worthless piece of shit, always was. Come
on baby, I need to have you service little Frankie." "Do you have any more
speed, Frank, I just need to take the edge off," Gloria said. "Yeah, yeah,
yeah," Frank replied, "But later, right now I need you to concentrate on
getting me off." And Amanda stepped into the closet, pulling the door shut so
that she could peer out.

Frank and Gloria came into the bedroom, already taking their clothes off,
throwing them on the floor. Frank was a stocky 6-footer with thinning hair and
pale skin. Gloria was rail thin. Her pelvic bones stuck out and you could see
ribs beneath her skin, flat chest and a patch of auburn hair on her mons.

She immediately went to her knees and began fondling Frank's flaccid penis,
then took him in her mouth. Frank was consumed; he closed his eyes, and with
head slightly back, was unaware of Amanda coming up behind him.

Gloria was first to realize all was not right when she felt Amanda's hands on
the back of her head pressing her face into Frank. Frank, came as Gloria's
face was pushed harder against him. He tried to move back, away from Gloria,
but was unable. It felt as if he were up against a wall. His eyes shot open
and he began to say, "Wh-what," but was cut off as a hand clamped securely
over his mouth.

"Shh, Frank", Amanda whispered in his ear, "your girlfriend isn't done yet."
With her right hand, she continued to push Gloria's face into Frank. Unable to
scream or cry out, her teeth broke, and then her jaw and finally her nose as
Amanda continued to push. Frank too was in distress. His manhood felt as
though it were being consumed. He felt dampness spread across his thighs and
genitals as Gloria's face was pushed into his pelvis.

"Do you like that, Frank," Amanda hissed in his ear, "You wanted Gloria to
give you a little head," and she mercilessly pushed the woman's face into
Frank's pelvis, "now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and I want you
to be very quiet, do you understand?" Frank nodded. "Good, Frank," Amanda said
and took her hand from his mouth while releasing Gloria who slumped to the
floor, her face a destroyed bloody cavern.

Frank looked down at what had once been Gloria and nearly screamed, but before
he could, Amanda turned him around to face her. Amanda glanced down at his
genitals, covered in Gloria's blood. "It looks like you could do with some
cleaning up, Frank," Amanda said, "Maybe you'd like to use the bathroom to
clean yourself."

She took his penis and genitals in her palm and with her sharp nails, severed
his scrotum and penis with her nails. She raised his right hand with her left
and placed the severed parts in his palm. "Here ya' go, Frank," Amanda said,
"don't forget these."

Frank glanced down at what Amanda had placed in his hand and that's when
everything faded to black. He passed out.

Frank woke and found himself tied to the headboard of the bed, a gag in his
mouth. His legs were spread and tied, one at each corner at the foot of the
bed. His eyes were drawn to his pelvis where a crudely fashioned dressing
covered his genitals, or at least where his genitals had once resided.

He looked up and the huge muscle woman was standing at the foot of the bed,
naked. She seemed impossibly large. Her muscles were bigger than he had ever
seen, man or woman.

"Hello, Frank," Amanda said, "welcome back, I just need to get myself off, and
then I'm going to kill you and get out of here, all right?" She said it so
matter-of-factly, that at first it didn't register, but then it sunk in and
his eyes got wide. He tried to scream, to talk, but whatever was in his mouth
was preventing him from doing either. 'What is that in my mouth,' Frank
thought, 'it has a copper taste.'

Amanda began to stretch and as she did, she put her arms behind her head,
tightening her abs. Each muscle jumped. "Do you like my muscles, Frank," she
asked, and then brought a hand down across her abs, running the fingers from
her breast to her clit. "They're so tight and strong. And look at this bicep,
Frank," and she pumped her arm, "I could crush you with it, would you like
that?" she asked. She laughed softly. Her traps were magnificent and she
looked down as she tightened her quads. "I've killed men with my legs, Frank,
men have died between them," she said and again ran her hand lightly over her
clit.

With the tip of her finger she played with her clit while her other hand
explored a nipple. She pulled at the nipple and it became aroused to her
touch. 'Is her clit getting bigger,' Frank thought, 'my eyes must be playing
tricks on me.'

"Ahh," Amanda said as she played with her nipples, "I love playing with
myself, Frank, especially with an audience." Franks eyes were riveted to her
clit. 'Her clit is the biggest I've ever seen,' Frank thought. Amanda now held
it between her fingers and stroked it.

"Ooh," Amanda swooned, "this feels so good." Her muscles seemed to take on a
life of their own as she played with herself. Frank couldn't tear his eyes
away from her hand as the muscle goddess now cupped her clit in the palm of
her hand and stroked herself.

"Almost there, Frank," she said, looking down at herself. "My erect clit is
eight inches, Frank, can you imagine, eight inches is bigger than your cock.
Well, what use to be your cock," and she chuckled as she stroked herself.

"I wish you could feel this, Frank, but you've been bad, so you're not allowed
to play with me," Amanda said. Her 'she-cock' was now erect and stood proudly
in front of her. She continued stroking it. "All right, Frank," she said,
"just another minute now," and she increased her stroking. With her massive
clit in hand, a stream of her cum flowed, arcing, hitting Frank on his pudgy
stomach.

"Ahh," Amanda sighed, "fantastic. I needed that." The flow finally ebbed and
then stopped. Amanda was drained.

She stood with her hands on her hips and her clit seemed to recede. "Now, I'm
going to try something, Frank," and she walked to the side of the bed, "I know
you're not a willing participant, but I heard that the Aztecs, during their
human sacrifices, took the still beating hearts out of their victims. Do you
think that's possible, Frank?" His eyes went wide.

Amanda leaned across and with her fingers together, placed them to the right
of Frank's sternum. Frank began to thrash about, so with her free hand, she
held him in place. With a slow even pressure, she pushed through his muscle
into his chest cavity. Her fingers brushed something that was moving and she
located his heart.

Blood trickled from the wound in his chest around her forearm. Grasping the
beating organ, she withdrew her hand. His aorta and various arteries tore away
as she brought his heart clear of his body. It still beat in her hand, slowing
noticeably. Franks eyes watched but only briefly, soon, his lids fluttered
shut and he was dead.

Amanda sat the useless organ aside for a moment. She bent down and hoisted
Gloria's body on to the bed. She placed her atop Frank, her face, or what was
left of it, in the crook of Frank's neck.

Amanda retrieved the heart and padded to the kitchen. She opened the freezer
and placed the heart on a package of frozen hot dogs. Somehow that seemed
fitting. Back in the master bedroom, she showered, toweled off and put her cat
suit back on.

She left and on the way home, thought, 'Maybe that was a little over the top,
but damn that felt good. I guess the Aztecs could have gotten a heart out of
their victims while it still beat. Who knew?'