Amanda - Rise to Power
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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

Rhonda and I awoke to the sound of a key in the lock. I blinked looking at the
bedside clock. 10:30, I rarely slept in. Rhonda was just starting to come
around, yawning and stretching.

Amanda walked into the bedroom. "Well, I didn't expect to find you two still
at it," she said and smiled. I blushed like a school boy being caught by his
mother masturbating. "We were still asleep," I said.

Amanda proceeded to take off her leather vest and shorts that she had worn to
the party. Now standing at the end of the bed clad only in her orange bikini,
she said, "Rhonda, come here and help me." Rhonda, without so much as a glance
in my direction or a question, climbed out of bed and went to Amanda.

Amanda turned her back to Rhonda and said, "Unfasten me." Rhonda undid the
bathing suits top and the muscle goddess let the straps fall from her
shoulders and fall to the floor. She turned and with one hand on the back of
the girls head and the other cupping one of her breast, kissed her full on the
lips, exploring with her tongue. The sight of my muscle woman and my ebony
princess was arousing.

Amanda moved her hand from her breast to her butt and pressed Rhonda's body
tight against hers. When she broke the kiss, she looked in Rhonda's eyes and
said, "Now the bottom."

The girl crouched down and with a finger in the waistband of the bikini, drew
it slowly down Amanda's muscular legs. She stepped out of the bikini bottom.
Rather than stand up, Rhonda lightly touched the tip of her tongue to Amanda's
clit. I felt the familiar stirring of desire in my penis.

Amanda lightly played her hands over her body while Rhonda aggressively
attacked her labia. Soon Rhonda was bringing Amanda to a climax. I slid from
the bed and standing behind my muscle goddess, placed my cock between her
legs. Rhonda now had access to both my manhood and Amanda's clit as well. Both
Amanda and I climaxed together, Rhonda lapping at both of our juices.

Since I had driven Rhonda to my place, while Amanda showered, I drove Rhonda
home. I got her phone number and gave her mine. I knew we'd see each other
again.

When I got back to my house, Amanda was packing a couple of suitcases. "Going
somewhere, mistress?" I asked. "I'm going to Howard's for a while," she said,
"He asked me to move in, but don't worry, I've got a plan in mind." "A plan,
mistress," I asked. "Yes, if all goes as planned, I'll be back working a
Biomax," she said. "That would be great, mistress," I said, "May I help with
anything?" She looked at me and smiled. "You may drive me to Howard's."

I pulled up to the front steps and removed Amanda's bags from the trunk and
carried them into the house. "You may take them upstairs, John, last door on
the right," she instructed. I did and found myself in a large bedroom. Rich
wood paneling, heavy drapes, lush carpeting and a huge LED television screen
strategically placed so as to be watched from the bed. The furniture and bed
was dark heavy wood. 'Quite expensive', I thought.

I put the bags on a chest at the end of the bed and was about leave, when
Amanda came in. "Put my things in the dresser, John," she said, "the drawers
are empty." I began putting her things away as she hung up clothing in the
closet. Bras, panties, bathing suits, camisoles and then there were the
dildo's, cock rings and riding crops. A velvet bag held a pair of shiny silver
ben wah balls. Amanda caught me studying the orbs as she came out of the
closet.

"Find anything you like," she asked smiling. I didn't answer but she took the
balls from me. "Watch," she said, and lifted the hem of her skirt and inserted
first one ball, then the other into her vagina. "Those help me build muscle
control and quite honestly, make me a little horny," she said. She let the hem
fall. "You can run on home, John, I'll talk to you later."

Having been dismissed, I drove home, a bit jealous.

A week went by and I hadn't seen or heard from Amanda. Then, one Monday
afternoon, she walked into the animal holding area wearing her lab coat. A
photo ID pinned to her breast pocket. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm
back at Biomax," she said. "Good," I replied, "I'm glad to hear it, how's
everything going at Mr. Watson's?" "Its fine," she said, "actually better than
fine, he has a first class gym and I've added mass and definition, but I do
miss you." "Wh-what?" I asked. "I said I've gained mass and definition," she
said. "No," I said, "the other part." She laughed, "Oh, you mean about missing
you. Yeah, I missed my Johnny boy, that's why I came by to see if you missed
your muscle goddess." "Yes, mistress," I said, "I've missed you a lot."

She unbuttoned her lab coat and tossed it on the workbench. Her body had
changed since I saw her a week ago. Her bronze skin looked chiseled, with
veins, some of which appeared to be a quarter of an inch wide running across
the surface. Her traps were thick, like two bookends on either side of her
neck. Her shoulders were broad and while her breasts were still small, her
chest was thick and the muscles striated. Her torso tapered down to a narrow
waist.

Amanda's abs was something to behold. A deep set eight-pack was visible
without her even tensing her muscles. Tree trunk quads, again with the thick
veins, tapered down to bulging calf muscles. My eyes slowly took all this in
traversing from top to bottom.

"Like what you see," she asked and struck a double bicep pose that would put
any woman bodybuilder to shame and 99% of the men. "Yeah," she answered
herself as she watched my rapidly growing penis, "you like what you see."

"I've been training extra hard," she said and flicked her still pumped biceps
with her tongue, "and supplementing my workouts with my special growth
hormone." "It looks like it's working, mistress," I told her.

"Come for me, Johnny, your mistress wants to see you explode." She relaxed her
pose and unzipped my pants, withdrawing my manhood. "Come on," she commanded,
"I want to see that cum." I began to reach for my shaft, but she swatted my
hand away. "Don't touch yourself," she said, "just come!" The forcefulness in
her voice made me even more aroused and I came.

My stream hit her on her thigh, but she seemed not to notice or at least stood
rooted watching me. As the last few drops hit the floor, she said, "Lick that
crap off my leg, sissy boy, and then lick it off the floor. I'm disappointed
that that was all you had. I'll have to work on that."

I knelt and began licking my cum from her massive thigh, I thought it was like
touching a warm rock with my tongue. I was only inches from her pink clit and
it looked inviting. "Don't even think of trying to suck my clit, bitch," she
said and laughed a deep throaty laugh as she put her lab coat back on. Before
she turned and left, she inserted one finger into her clit, brought it out and
pressed it to my lips. "Taste that," she said, "that's your mistress' sweet
nectar. If you're good, I will let you have more. Be sure to lick that floor."
She left, laughing softly.

'Amanda has changed,' I thought, 'not just physically, but mentally as well.
She has become stronger and more aggressive, maybe even a little sadistic, but
I would give anything to be with her.'

I was at home on a Saturday when the phone rang. "Hello," I said after I
picked up the receiver. "Get over here, Johnny," Amanda said, "and be quick."
Before I could ask what she wanted or make any kind of small talk, she hung
up. I knew better than to cross her so I drove to Mr. Watson's house.

I knocked on the door and it was answered by Mr. Watson wearing a bra and
panties. To say I was shocked would have been an understatement. Howard Watson
was a physically fit sixty-something gentleman with short cropped gray hair
and a cheery disposition, however, the man standing before me looked
demoralized. "Thank you for coming, John," he said, "right this way," and
turned and padded down the entryway.

I followed him outside and onto the patio. There, Amanda was lying on a chaise
lounge, naked. As I came out on the deck, she stood up, slipping her feet into
a pair of 4-inch pumps. Howard stood to the side as I approached Amanda. "Ah,"
she said, putting both hands on her hips, "my favorite boy-toy. Please, take
off your clothes." "Look, Amanda, what's this all about," I asked.

Before I knew what happened, she grabbed me by the front of my shirt and
literally lifted me off the ground. "Shut your face, boy," she said, "I told
you to get undressed, now do it," and she nearly through me to the ground. I
caught myself before falling and proceeded to kick off my shoes and remove my
shorts, shirt and one of the thongs that Amanda had bought me. Now standing
before her naked, I felt helpless. She eyed me as she would a piece of meat
and reached out with one finger and lifted the head of my flaccid penis.

"Come on, sissy boy, get big for your mistress," she said, "I want this
pussy," and she glanced at Mr. Watson, "to see what a real cock looks like." I
would have preferred to resist and remain flaccid; however, my cock seemed to
have a mind of its own and began to respond to the sight of my mistress.
Amanda smiled. She then turned her attention to Mr. Watson and grasping the
pair of panties with both hands, ripped them off of him. I glanced at his
penis which was almost nonexistent.

I felt sorry for Mr. Watson as Amanda moved behind him and reached around the
man and cupped not only his penis, but his scrotum as well in her hand.
"Johnny," she said, "Howard here has proved worthless when it comes to sex. I
need a man, Johnny, not some eunuch. Not only does he have shortcomings," and
she chuckled at her own pun, "but he disobeys me as well. What do you think I
should do to him?" "I, er, well, I don't know, mistress," I stammered not
wanting to seal Mr. Watson's fate, but also not wanting to anger Amanda. She
tightened her grip and I could tell that Mr. Watson was beyond uncomfortable.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead and tears in the corner of his eyes.

"Please, please, mistress," Mr. Watson pleaded, "I'll do anything, just don't
hurt me." "OK, Howie," she said, "here's what you'll do. You are going to
appoint me as head of research and development for Biomax. You will pay me a
salary of $600,000 a year and I will have full reign over what the company
does. I want that binding and in writing, do you understand?" She increased
the pressure just to reinforce her point. "Yes, yes, yes, mistress, now
please, let me go."

She released his genitals. "Pathetic wimp," she said, and then she turned her
attention back to me. "Oh," she said, "I see that you're ready. Don't come
until I tell you to, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I replied. "Howard,
get me those things I sat by the back wall." "Yes, mistress," he said and
scurried away wearing only a bra now. He returned a minute later with an odd
assortment of things; a pipe, a concrete block, a brick and a length of
reinforcing bar from a construction site. It was all Mr. Watson could do to
carry it.

"Alright, watch this, Johnny," Amanda said, and she took the iron pipe and
holding it at each end, bent it. Her traps flared but the pipe proved no match
for her. I felt my erection increase and I was afraid that I may come
prematurely.

Next, she picked up the brick. It appeared to be a standard clay brick. She
held it in her right hand and her forearm swelled as did her bicep. The sight
of her awesome strength pushed me nearer a climax. Applying pressure she
crumbled the brick with one hand. She let the material fall to the deck. "Did
you like that, Johnny?" I could only shake my head, but stole a glance at Mr.
Watson, who had an erection of his own. Amanda followed my gaze and chuckled
and said, "See, that's as big as he gets, what is that, Howie, 2-inches?" She
reached out and with her thumb and forefinger brought him to an orgasm with
just 3 or 4 strokes.

"Lick that off my fingers, wimp," she said holding her middle finger to his
lips. He took her finger between his lips and sucked ridding it of his semen
that had fallen there. "Good boy," she said and patted his cheek.

Turning her attention back to her display of power, she said, "Watch this,"
and she grasped the reinforcing bar at each end and bent it as effortlessly as
she had the pipe. Her chest swelled as she brought both ends toward each
other. The bar was about one and one-half inches in diameter.

"Here," she said, "feel how heavy," and handed it to me. It probably weighed
10 or 15 pounds. I handed it back to her and she said, "Now watch," and she
thrust a finger into her vagina and slowly ran it in and out, then she
positioned one end of the bar near her clit and slowly inserted it in her
vagina. Deeper and deeper it went until 7 or 8 inches were lost from sight.
"What do you think," she said as she let go of the bar with her hands. "That's
incredible, mistress," I said. "It's all about muscle control," she said, then
let the steel bar fall to the concrete with a clank. I knew I was nearing an
orgasm, but had to mentally hold back.

Amanda sat on the edge of the chaise lounge and with a towel between her legs,
positioned the building block between her massive thighs. "Do you like my
quads, Johnny," she asked. "I love your legs," I replied. "Good. As a reward,
you may come when I'm done with this block, do you understand, Johnny?" "Yes,
mistress," I replied, and she began to squeeze the block between those pillars
of strength. It was over in a moment, the block disintegrating and being
reduced to dust. She looked up at me and said, "Go on, you can come."

I did. A stream of semen shot forth, some hitting Amanda's leg. When I was
finished, Amanda said, "Howard, clean this cum off of my leg." Mr. Watson
knelt and began lapping my cum. "That's good, that's good," she said, "now
clean the head of John's cock." Mr. Watson turned on his knees and fortunately
did not make eye contact with me, but taking my now semi-erect penis in one
hand proceeded to remove the drops of fluid from it head.

I noticed that the towel with which Amanda had draped across her legs was
damp. She had climaxed as well. Whether it was the sight of Mr. Watson taking
care of me or the thought of her own muscle power, she got off, I didn't know.

On the drive home, I thought about Howard Watson, a once dynamic individual,
head of a thriving research and development pharmaceutical company, now
reduced to a slave in his own home. It was amazing the control Amanda had over
men. She could bend them to her will or break them, simply by commanding it,
or so it seemed. Certainly her physical strength was unparalleled.

The following Monday a memorandum was sent to all employees proclaiming Amanda
as the head of R&D and naming her as the new executive officer, replacing
Howard Watson who was stepping down due to health reasons. 'Health reasons,' I
thought, 'the only health problems Howard Watson had, was that he was mentally
addicted to Amanda.' The memo did mention that Mr. Watson would be retained as
a consultant for Amanda. Amanda had gone from lab assistant to CEO virtually
overnight.

I got a call at home one day before leaving for work from Rhonda. "Has Amanda
talked to you," she asked. "No," I said, "I haven't spoken to her since I was
over at Mr. Watson's last Saturday. By the way, this past Monday she was made
CEO of Biomax." "She called me and told me to be at her house this Saturday,
do you know what this is about?" Rhonda asked. "No, I don't, are you going to
go?" I said. "She made it sound like I didn't have a choice," Rhonda said. We
talked a few more minutes with me trying to calm any fears that Rhonda had.
"I'll tell you what; I'll go with you, OK?" I said. "I'd love that," she said.
We said our good-byes and hung up.

Friday afternoon came and Amanda strode into my room. It was near 5:00 so most
everyone had left for the weekend. Without hesitation, she grabbed me and
pulled me close, then explored my mouth with her tongue. My cock instantly
became aroused. "Umm, that's what I like about men," she said, touching my
manhood through my jeans, "you're so easy to arouse. Come over on Saturday,
your girlfriend, Rhonda will be there, we'll party. I can't stop for sex now;
I have corporate papers to sign." She turned and left, leaving me with an
erection.

The following day, Saturday, Rhonda came by and picked me up. We got to Mr.
Watson's, 'or should I say, Amanda's,' I thought, about ten o'clock. I knocked
on the door and Mr. Watson answered wearing a pair of black satin panties.
"The mistress is expecting you," Mr. Watson said, "right this way." We
followed him to a study that had two walls lined with books. A massive desk
was diagonally across a corner opposite the door. Amanda was seated at the
desk. She stood as we entered the room and I saw she was bare chested but had
on a leather micro-mini skirt that barely covered her.

"Thanks for coming," Amanda said, "please, have a seat." Rhonda and I sat in
two chairs in front of the desk. "I want to get business out of the way before
we have our party," she said, "First; I want you two to move into the house
here. There's plenty of room and you'll have either your own room or separate
rooms as you see fit. Second, I only require complete obedience in return for
the room and board. Third, I will be hiring a cook; Howard will be doing the
housekeeping duties, so you won't have to worry about cooking or housework.
And lastly, you will each be given excellent jobs at Biomax with a decent
salary. What do you think?" Rhonda and I looked at each other. This isn't what
Rhonda or I had expected.

"What about my condo?" I asked. "Sell it," Amanda said, "or you can rent it
out and pocket the income, either way the money is yours." 'I may be crawling
in bed with the devil,' I thought, 'but this sounded like a great deal.'
"Could we have a minute to discuss it?" I asked. "Not a problem, I'll go check
on Howard," Amanda said and walked out of the study.

"What do you think?" I asked Rhonda. "It sounds almost too good," she said, "I
can stop doing that catering work and move out of my little place. What do you
think?" "Like you, it sounds good," I said.

Amanda came back into the study with Mr. Watson, who was still wearing the
black satin panties only, no bra, but he had a leather collar fastened
securely around his neck with a chain type leash. Amanda was holding the loose
end of the leash. "What have you two decided?" she asked. "We'll move in," I
said. Amanda smiled, "Good," she said, then turning to Mr. Watson, said, "John
and Rhonda will be moving in Howard, isn't that nice?" "Yes, mistress," he
said softly. "Go and get their rooms ready, Howard, and they better be clean,"
Amanda said, unfastening the leash, "I'm going to inspect them myself." "Yes,
mistress," he said as he made his way to the door.

Once he was gone she looked at us and said, "Howard is good at housework,
laundry and running errands, but he's useless in bed and for anything else.
Don't be afraid to punish him if he needs it." "Not a problem," Rhonda said
which surprised me.

"Well," I said, "I think we should be going. I need to get the condo ready to
sell and pack."

Once Rhonda and I were back in her car, I said, "You didn't say much about
moving in, don't you have any regrets?" "No," she replied, "it will work out
just fine." "How do you know that," I asked, "you know how Amanda can be." "I
use to live with a dominatrix in Napa," Rhonda told me, "while she was very
controlling of her 'slaves', she treated me well." I wanted to find out more,
but we pulled up in front of my condo and I got out of her car. 'We'd have
time to talk later,' I thought.

I moved in to the big house a week later having posted my condo as being for
rent on a bulletin board in the college cafeteria. Within hours of tacking up
the notice, I had people calling me to rent my condo. I rented it furnished so
that all I had to move were my clothes and a few other personal effects.

Rhonda had already moved in and Amanda, true to her word, had hired a
cook/housekeeper. Maria had worked somewhere up north and was a petite
Hispanic girl who looked early twenties but was probably older. Amanda, who
walked around with little or nothing on didn't seem to bother Maria, or if it
did, I never heard her complain.

At Amanda's urging, Rhonda and I were also becoming less inhibited when we
were at home, and soon Maria could be found preparing our meals or doing the
laundry wearing only an apron. Mr. Watson did most of the cleaning, running
errands and generally was in charge of the day to day maintenance of the
house. He had been broken by Amanda and unless venturing out, could be found
wearing women's panties, vacuuming, dusting or cleaning up the patio and of
course, tending to our mistress when she wasn't at work.

I'm sure we were an odd lot to the outside observer, but we had few visitors
and fell into our routine. Rhonda was now Amanda's personal assistant at
Biomax while I oversaw the veterinary center as well as shipping and
receiving. Amanda busied herself in one of the labs, preferring a 'hands on'
approach to research and development. Biomax was a solely owned company, so
there was no board of director's, however, Howard Watson had provided a stock
option plan for any employee willing to invest his or her money, as well as
time, into the company.

If anyone at the company thought it odd that Amanda's rise up the corporate
ladder was too quick, I didn't hear about it. The employee's I spoke to seemed
only too happy to cash their generous paychecks.

One day toward the end of summer, Amanda informed us that the corporate
attorney would be coming by the house on Saturday. "I'm having the company
transferred to my name," she told Rhonda and me as we sat outside on the patio
enjoying the warm sun. "What does Mr. Watson say about that," I asked. "Well,
it's not really up to him now, is it," she replied looking between Rhonda and
me, "but actually, he's fine with it. He's content to do the housework, run
the house, and tend to our needs. He has no interest in Biomax any longer."

"Will you be restructuring the company, mistress," Rhonda asked. "No, the
employee's are happy and I see no reason to upset them or give them cause for
alarm," Amanda said, "in fact, if all goes well, I may give them a bonus." "If
all, what, goes well," I asked. Amanda looked me in the eye and smiled, "It's
a refined version of the drug I gave you to enlarge your penis," she said, "I
have big expectations with this drug."

Rhonda now focused her attention on me. "Amanda gave you a drug to enlarge
your penis?" Rhonda asked. "That's right," Amanda said before I could respond,
"he was average size before, does that bother you, Rhonda?" Rhonda looked like
she was deep in thought, then said, "I suppose not, I just thought he was
naturally well endowed." Amanda laughed, then Rhonda began to chuckle. I
didn't see the humor in it.

"Let me ask you this, mistress," I said, "why didn't you inject Mr. Watson
with the 'muscle drug,' he certainly would have benefited from it." "Yes, he
would have John," she said, "but I needed to emasculate him, break him; at
first to get my job back but then to gain control of the house and the
company. You see, it's all about domination and control."

"OK," I said, wanting to shift the subject back to the new drug that Amanda
was working on, "where is the test subject?" I asked Amanda. "You're looking
at her," she said.

I looked at her as she sat there and saw no outward change to her appearance.
She gave a sigh and stood up. "OK, now I've taken the drug that I injected you
with, John, and I've adapted it for my use, or rather for use by a woman,"
Amanda said. Without saying anything further, she rubbed her clit with her
index finger. After several seconds, her clitoris seemed to swell and
elongate. I glanced at Rhonda whose attention was riveted to Amanda and her
enlarged clit. "Wh, what are you doing?" Rhonda asked. "I've developed a drug
that will enable a transgender woman to develop her own penis without a
painful surgery," Amanda said, "She'll only need to have some 'plumbing'
rearranged to have a functional penis."

Amanda now stood there with a clit that was about two or three inches in
length and as thick as a thumb. She held it between her thumb and index finger
and said, "With a few more injections, I hope to have a cock of about 6-inches
and as thick as any man's. What do you think?" I remained silent, but Rhonda
said, "I love it, mistress. I think this will revolutionize the transgender
surgery procedure."