Amanda - Wrath of the Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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

Work at Biomax continued. Profits grew as did the staff, not in number
necessarily, but in muscle and definition. At any given time a number of
employees could be found using the gym. Additional plates, dumbbells and
barbells had been added as well as a few more pieces of equipment.

Mia Green and the rest of the kitchen staff was serving healthier choices for
breakfast and lunch, closing the cafeteria each day at four o'clock.

Liz Ryan from the IT section had installed the monitoring device that allowed
Amanda and Rhonda to oversee the company's computer usage. The muscle goddess'
did so on a regular basis. Of interest was the fact that several of the
employees regularly visited on-line muscle sites. "I don't think we should
discourage them from looking at these sites," Rhonda told Amanda, "as it
doesn't appear they're chat room and the time involved seems to be minimal."
"What I find strange, though Rhonda," Amanda said in reply, "is that we have
living muscle gods and goddesses right here at Biomax, why would anyone want
to just look at a picture on-line?" "I see your point, mistress, and I can't
explain it," Rhonda said.

"Wait, what's this," Amanda said looking closely at her monitor. On the screen
was a matrix showing the usage for each work station in the company. It logged
what was saved to the server, what sites were visited, what was imported,
exported and saved. There was other information, but what had caught Amanda's
eye was the column showing what had been exported.

The project was a fat-burning enzyme that Biomax was developing. All of
Amanda's muscle enhancement formulas were safely stored in her office safe,
but this fat-burning enzyme was sure to be approved by the FDA and increase
the company's cash flow.

'Why would Tom Franklin download the chemical analysis and formula?' Amanda
wondered. Tom Franklin was the man that Mindi Weber had service her at the
party several weeks ago. "What does this 'FD' indicate in the 'To' column,"
Rhonda asked. "I don't know," Amanda said as she reached for the phone. She
quickly dialed Liz and asked her. When Amanda hung up, she told Rhonda, "It
stands for flash drive. Tom downloaded this file to his flash drive. I think
we better have a talk with Mr. Franklin."

Rhonda went in search of Tom Franklin. She found him in the gym working out.
"Tom," Rhonda said, "Mistress Amanda wants to see you." "Thanks, mistress,
I'll just shower and be there in a minute," Tom said. "No," Rhonda said, "she
wants to see you now." "But, I ... err, can't I at least dress?" Tom asked.
"Now, Tom," Rhonda said forcefully.

Rhonda walked Tom to Amanda's office, keeping one stride behind and to the
side of the chemist. "Have a seat, Tom," Amanda said as he stepped through the
door. Rhonda closed the door and stood in front of it.

Tom sat in the chair facing Amanda and said, "I'm sorry, Rhonda said this was
important and didn't give me a chance to dress." Amanda stood and walked to
where the chemist sat. "That's OK, Tom, not a problem. Yes, it is important,"
she said as she towered over him, "where's the flash drive that you downloaded
the fat-burning enzyme to?"

Momentarily stunned, Tom said, "I, err, didn't down ... " he stammered, but
then decided to come clean, "that's to say I have it in my desk drawer,
mistress." "Rhonda," Amanda said, "if you would be so kind as to escort Mr.
Franklin to his desk so that he can get the flash drive and then the two of
you meet me in my lab." "Yes, mistress," Rhonda said and smiled.

She walked Tom to his work station. He opened the top drawer and there were
four flash drives. Rhonda scooped all four up and they left the lab. Once in
the elevator, rather than going up, Rhonda pushed the button for the basement.
Tom had never been down here.

Two doors down from the elevator, Rhonda knocked on the door, and then
entered. The room was dark and as Tom took a step into the room he was grabbed
by Amanda. She wore black shiny leather knee high boots with 3-inch heels.
Other than that she was naked. Tom's eyes widened. Deep in the shadows, Rhonda
removed her clothing carefully hanging it on the coat hooks by the door which
she now locked.

Tom was beginning to sweat again, this time not because of a workout. "What's
the matter, Tom, don't you feel well?" Amanda asked. "Yes, yes," the man said,
"I feel fine, it's just that I'm a little nervous is all." "Yes, I can see
that," Amanda said, "Rhonda, did you find the flash drive?" "Yes, mistress,"
Rhonda said and handed Amanda the four small silver rectangles.

Amanda looked down at the flash drives. "Funny how much information you can
put on these little things, isn't it Tom?" "Yes, mistress, a lot of
information," he said. Amanda closed her hand on the four pieces. Veins in her
forearms swelled and her bicep got bigger. "But you know, Tom, as much as you
can put on them, they can be destroyed and that information lost in the blink
of an eye," the muscle goddess said, and opened her hand revealing several
bits of plastic, four small circuit boards, each broke in half and twisted
metal. She sat the remnants of the flash drives on a table.

"Rhonda, why don't you help Tom here with his clothes? You and I are both
naked and I hate to see him all dressed up with no place to go," Amanda said.
Rhonda came out of the shadow and from behind ripped the waistband of the
man's gym shorts, then gripping the neckline of his T-shirt, ripped that from
his body as well. Now standing naked before Amanda, she slowly looked at the
man from head to foot and then back to his penis.

"Men are so vulnerable, Rhonda, and so easy to control," Amanda said, "Isn't
that right, Tom?" "Yes, mistress," he replied. "They get led around by their
dicks and show no loyalty, Rhonda," Amanda told the muscle beauty, who stepped
forward and reaching in front of Tom, grasped his penis. Tom sucked in his
breath. It felt to Tom as if he were leaning against a wall of warm granite,
Rhonda's torso was so firm.

"Let me show you something few people, let alone Biomax employees, have ever
seen, Tom," Amanda said. The muscle mistress with the tip of her index finger
began to massage her clit. "See how my clit responses to my touch, Tom." He
nodded. She continued and the clit was now long enough for Amanda to stroke
using her index finger and thumb.

"This is really quite remarkable, isn't it Tom?" Amanda asked. Again he
nodded. "Do you like what you see, bitch," Amanda asked as she now stroked
herself with the palm of her hand. "Look at how big and firm my 'she-cock' is,
sissy boy, your dick isn't as big as mine," Amanda taunted. She continued to
masturbate and as she did, her clit neared 8-inches.

"Look at this, you pansy," Amanda said, "Get on your knees and pay homage to
your mistress." "Yes, mistress," he said and Rhonda released her hold on the
man's cock. He sunk to his knees and Amanda held her 9-inch member in front of
his face. "Take me, bitch, take me. I'm going to climax and I want you to lap
up every drop of my juices." Holding his head she guided herself into his
mouth and began to rhythmically thrust her hips.

Amanda watched Rhonda and as she did, the black muscle goddess flexed her rock
hard muscles. "Yeah, baby," Amanda said to Rhonda, "Let me see those abs."
Rhonda tightened her abdominals and as she did, Amanda climaxed, sending a
stream into Tom's mouth, and on to the floor. "Ahhh," Amanda said with a
satisfying sigh, "that was fantastic." She withdrew from Tom and looking down
at the puddle on the floor told him, "You better get to work lapping that up,
you little bitch."

She took Rhonda in her arms and allowed her hands to play over Rhonda's back,
shoulders and butt. She guided her to the table and brushing aside the bits of
the flash drives, laid Rhonda on the table. She guided her member into
Rhonda's pussy and began stroking her. As she did, she noticed Tom out of the
corner of her eye. "Don't think about trying to escape, Tommy. The door is
locked any way," Amanda said without missing a beat.

She finished with her and Rhonda climaxing at the same time.

Tom was cowering against the door, and as Amanda approached him, he slid
almost to the floor. "Stand up you weakling," Amanda said. He got to his feet
tentatively. Amanda took one of his wrists in each of her hands and she pulled
her arms apart, stretching Tom across her massive chest. "Please, mistress,
that hurts," he said as his increased the pressure. "I understand a dislocated
shoulder can be quite painful," she said.

With an outward jerk, she pulled, dislocated both of his shoulders. Tom
screamed at the top of his lungs. She let go but before he collapsed to the
floor, she encircled his ribcage with her mighty arms. Tom's arms hung loosely
over Amanda's She began to constrict his torso and as she did, he screamed
again just before several of his ribs cracked. That's when Tom passed out. She
placed Tom on the table that was still wet with her and Rhonda's love making.

Rhonda looked down at the unconscious man. She took his left hand in hers and
squeezed. The small bones in the fingers and hand broke. In the quiet of the
lab you could hear the snap. She then grasped the man's hand with her left
hand and his forearm with her right and bent the wrist back shattering the
bones. "I could work my way up the entire arm, mistress," Rhonda said, looking
down at her handiwork, "but I want to show him some mercy."

Amanda didn't say anything as Rhonda moved around the table to where the man's
head was. She pulled his body so that his head would have fallen off the table
had she not put it between her muscled thighs. Crossing her legs at the
ankles, she squeezed his head, fracturing his skull. She continued to apply
pressure until Amanda came up behind her and wrapping her arms around Rhonda,
whispered in her ear, "I think he's gone, baby. He's not going to steal from
us anymore."

Rhonda uncrossed her legs and turned giving Amanda a kiss. "No, he won't steal
from anyone again," and smiled.

"We need to check out his house though, Rhonda," Amanda said, "just to see if
he has any of those flash drives or disks of our formulas there. I wonder who
he was going to sell the information to?" "That's a good idea, mistress, I
guess we should go sooner than later," Rhonda said.

Amanda and Rhonda dressed and saw it was early evening. They loaded Tom's body
into the trunk of Amanda's car and drove to his house. Tom was a bachelor and
lived in a condo about a half-hour drive from Biomax. By the time the two
muscle goddess' got there, it was dark.

Wearing latex gloves so as not to leave finger prints, they went to the front
door. It was locked, but the sliding patio door at the rear of the unit lifted
off its' guide easy enough, and they walked in.

Without turning on the lights, they went through the small eating area, living
room and into a bedroom that doubled as a home office. Not bothering to turn
the computer on, Amanda pried open the CPU and ripped the hard drive from the
housing. She placed that and several diskettes that Rhonda had located into a
pillowcase she took from the bed in the room. The two were about to leave when
there was the scrape of a key in the front door lock.

A light went on in the living room and then there were footsteps in the hall.
They went past the bedroom/office but then stopped. Amanda looked at Rhonda
who only shrugged. When Amanda turned back to face the door, a hand reached
around the door jamb and turned the overhead light on.

Amanda quickly grabbed the person by the arm and pulled them into the room.
Amanda was now face to face with a young woman of perhaps twenty. "Who are
you," she said.

"It doesn't matter who we are, who are you," Amanda asked. The girl hesitated,
clearly trying to assess her situation. That's when Amanda noticed the woman's
name tag clipped on to the collar of her blouse. 'Jane Young - United
Laboratory' it read and had the company logo on it.

"Hello, Jane," Amanda said, and then to Rhonda, "I think we found what Tom was
going to do with our formulas." "Oh, you must be Amanda and that makes you,
Rhonda," Jane said, "Tom's told me about you and the wild parties you throw."
Amanda raised an eyebrow and said, "Yeah? Well, what else has Tom told you
about us?"

"Nothing much," Jane said, "only that you ran a pretty weird outfit over
there." Now Jane took a step back and regarded both Amanda and Rhonda. Amanda
had on a black leather mini-skirt, black T-shirt and still had on the
knee-high black boots. Rhonda was wearing shorts with a teal satin blouse tied
below her breasts. She too wore boots, but hers went no higher than the top of
her ankles. In contrast, Jane was wearing a knee length pencil skirt, long
sleeve blouse and had flats on.

"You don't look like a corporate executive," Jane said. Amanda smiled. For
some reason she liked this girls spunk. "Let me ask you, did you ask Tom to
steal our formulas?" Jane stared at Amanda, and then said, "No, that was Tom's
idea. I knew about it, of course, but he went on his own to United Labs,
that's where I met him, when he came in to talk about money." "How much was
United going to pay him," Rhonda asked. "Tom said it was almost a million
bucks," Jane said, "but they wanted samples too, not just the formulas."

Rhonda looked at Amanda, "Could he have gotten hold of our samples?" Amanda
said, "No, I keep them in a special refrigerated safe in my lab. I'm the only
one with the combination."

Jane looked at the ruined computer, and then told Amanda, "I told Tom that
he'd get caught, but he thought he was smart. Just walk in and download the
formula's he said. How'd that work for him?" Amanda said, "It didn't, we
caught him. Was he your boyfriend?" "No, this was strictly business, United
wanted me to make sure they were getting what they paid for," Jane said, "I
was just to verify what he got from Biomax was worth the money, that's all."
"Are you a researcher," Rhonda asked. "Hardly," Jane said, "United is an 'old
boys club', being a woman I've been passed over a couple of times. I'm just an
assistant." "And how's that working for you," Rhonda asked. "It sucks," Jane
said, "but with a bad economy, where am I going to go?"

Amanda looked at Rhonda then said to Jane, "You can come to work for us." Jane
took a step back and looked between Amanda and Rhonda, half expecting the two
to laugh. "You're serious, aren't you," Jane said. Rhonda said, "Yes, she's
serious, we can always use a woman with your talent." "My talent," Jane said,
"you don't know whether I'm qualified or not."

"Let me ask you something, Jane," Amanda said, "What is Hal Smith like?"
"What, the owner of United?" Jane asked, "He and his son, Hal junior, are
womanizing bastards, although they've built quite an empire with vitamin
supplements and herbs. Like I said, it's an old boy's club there. All the
department heads are men."

"Do you think you could arrange a meeting between Hal and I," Amanda asked,
"maybe Biomax and United could come to some sort of an understanding." Jane
looked at Amanda and asked, "Are you thinking of trying to take over United."
"Maybe, why?" Amanda asked. Jane smiled and said, "I don't think the Smith's
want to sell is all." "Well, let's get the two of us in a room and see if I
can change his mind," Amanda said, "I can be pretty persuasive."

Jane left and Rhonda brought Tom's body in from the car. "We need to make this
look like a robbery gone wrong," Amanda said. Rhonda positioned Tom's body on
the floor by the back door. She then proceeded to break a straight back chair,
ripping the legs off it and snapping the ladder-type back. She overturned the
table and dented the refrigerator door with one blow of her fist.

Meanwhile in the spare bedroom, Amanda threw things that were hung in the
closet into the middle of the room, and then broke the clothes pole with her
bare hands. She went to the master bedroom and did the same, ripping the
footboard from the bed. She threw the television against the wall, watching it
shatter and land on top of the dresser.

The two muscle women spent the better part of an hour inside the house
destroying furniture, appliances and household items. When the two walked out
the back door, Amanda took one last look around, then shut the door and left.

A week went by and then Jane called. "Hal seemed to be interested in talking
to you," Jane said in a hushed voice, "he read about Tom's unfortunate murder,
and thinks you want to sell Biomax to him. He's going to have his secretary
get in touch with you." "Yes, that was unfortunate about Tom," Amanda said,
"I'll look forward to his call. Thanks for the 'heads up', Jane, I'll keep you
posted on what happens." "Thanks," Jane said and clicked off.

That afternoon, Rhonda informed Amanda that United Lab was on the phone.
"Hello," Amanda said. "Ms Bennett, Mr. Smith of United Labs would like to meet
with you. He asked for me to check whether you might be available at eleven
o'clock tomorrow?" she said. "That would be fine," Amanda said. "Excellent,"
the secretary said, "Mr. Smith would like to meet at Oliver's on Melrose, do
you know it?" "Yes, I know it," Amanda said, "but I would prefer to meet here
at Biomax." "Ah, err, I'll have to check with Mr. Smith on that one," the
woman said. "That's fine, call me back when he agrees," Amanda said and hung
up before the woman could respond.

An hour later Hal Smith called. "Ms Bennett," Hal said, "I understand you're
willing to meet, but not at the restaurant I selected." "That's right, Mr.
Smith," Amanda replied. "What restaurant did you have in mind?" He inquired.
"Restaurant, who said anything about a restaurant?" Amanda asked, "I told your
secretary that we'd meet here, at Biomax." "There?" Hal inquired, "Well, all
right," he said clearly frustrated. "Fine, see you tomorrow at eleven," Amanda
said.

The following day at eleven o'clock sharp, Hal Smith, Hal junior and Jane
arrived. They were shown to a conference room where Amanda kept them waiting
for ten minutes. Rhonda and Amanda entered, shook Hal, junior and Jane's hand
across the table and took their seats across from the three United Lab people.
Amanda and Rhonda had chosen their wardrobe carefully. They each wore
straight-line skirts that stopped at mid-thigh, a silk blouse, Amanda's
emerald green while Rhonda's was sapphire red, and a black blazer.

Hal and his son's handshake, Amanda noted, was weak. Hal was in his late 60's
with a comb-over, pot belly and a nose that indicated that he was a drinker.
Junior was perhaps in his late 30's with a receding hairline, a similar pot
belly as his father and a bit of an overbite. The pair looked as if they
should be wearing bib overalls and barefoot.

"Thank you for meeting with us," Amanda said, "I'll get right to the point.
May I ask, is United a solely owned firm or is there other partners that I'm
not aware of?" The question seemed to catch Hal off guard. "What?" he asked,
"not that it's any of your business, but I am the sole owner. Junior here is
my vice president and CFO. Why?" "I just wanted to make sure I was talking to
the owner, someone who can make the decisions," Amanda said, "and not just a
member of a board of directors." "I fail to see what that has to do with you
wanting to sell me Biomax," Hal said.

Amanda laughed politely, then said, "Sell Biomax, are you mad, I wanted to
meet to buy United." Hal glanced past his son to Jane who could only return
her bosses stare. "I'm sorry," Amanda said, "when I spoke to Jane, I merely
said that I thought our two companies could work better under one leadership.
But as long as you're here, why don't we show you what we've developed.
Rhonda."

Rhonda pulled the blinds covering the glass wall facing the hallway, and then
as she stepped away from the wall, unbuttoned her blazer and laid it on a
spare chair. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin silk blouse.
Amanda watched as the three guests sat staring at the black muscle goddess.

Rhonda unbuttoned her top two buttons and both Hal and his son licked their
lips with desire. Jane sat with a slight smile on her face. "As you can see,
Rhonda is exceptionally beautiful," Amanda said, "She has been on a regimen of
vitamins and Biomax supplements that I developed."

Rhonda now reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the
carpeted floor. She stepped out of it. She now had on a red bikini thong and
her partially unbuttoned silk blouse. "The supplements are not steroid base in
nature, but our own creation that enhances muscle growth, muscle control and
enhancement compound."

With a minimum amount of movement, Rhonda flexed her biceps. The sleeve
material became very tight across her softball size muscles. She then
proceeded to bring her arms in front of her and in so doing a slight tearing
sound could be heard. She turned so that her back was now to the three
visitors. With a thrust of her arms the material totally ripped exposing her
massive back. Junior gave a quick inhale of breath while Amanda watched Hal's
jaw drop.

Ripping the remnants of the blouse from her torso, Rhonda dropped it to the
floor and began a well-practiced posing routine now wearing only the red thong
and a matching bikini top. Watching Hal and Junior, Amanda said, "As you can
see, Rhonda's muscles are well defined. She is graceful yet powerful. The
essence of femininity, but sleek as a panther, don't you agree gentlemen?"
Amanda looked from Hal to Junior and Jane turned to look at the pair as well,
but their eyes were riveted to Rhonda.

Rhonda smiled and reaching behind her, untied her top. Rhonda tossed it on the
table between the two men and then cupped each breast. They didn't need her
hands for support for her breasts were firm and hard. She lowered her hands to
the table and leaned in across the table top and said, "What do you think,
gentlemen?" Their eyes never leaving her breasts, Hal managed to say, "You're
magnificent." "Thank you," Rhonda said, "I couldn't have done it without
Amanda and Biomax."

Rhonda walked around the table and stood behind the men. She swiveled their
chairs around to face her. She placed her right foot between Hal's legs, an
inch from his crotch, and said, "Feel my muscles, Hal. Run your hand over my
ebony muscles." Slowly the old man reached forward and rubbed Rhonda's calve.
"Now my thigh, Hal, rub my thigh," she said and he did, stopping an inch from
her thong covered labia. Rhonda smiled down at the man, "Does that muscle feel
strong to you, Hal, kiss it." She said. Hal, who was now semi-erect, looked
between Jane and Amanda, and then bent and kissed Rhonda's massive thigh.
"Ahh," she said, and placed a hand on the back of his head and moved him
closer to her crotch. "Kiss me again, Hal," she said and he did on the red
nylon of her thong. A wet stain spread across Hal's trousers and when she
released him, he blushed.

Holding him in place, Rhonda said, "Take a deep breath, Hal, you can smell me,
smell my sexuality." The man breathed in deeply. "Do you like that smell,
Hal?" Rhonda asked, but when the man didn't answer, she said, "Of course you
do."

Shifting her attention to the younger man, she asked, "What about you, Junior,
do you like a woman with muscles? Would you like to see what I can do with
these muscles?" Junior only nodded. Rhonda strode to the corner of the room
where she picked up a piece of reinforcing bar. She came back to the table and
handed it to the younger man. "Bend it," she said and he tried bending the
bar, but to no avail. She took it away from him and said, "Weakling," and
laying it atop her right breast, bent the bar around her tit. She finished by
wrapping the bar entirely around her breast. "Do you like that, Junior? That's
what I can do with these muscles," she said and tossed the bar to the floor.

She put her left leg between his legs, but instead of being close to his
crotch, she put the ball of her foot on his manhood. "What do you think,
Junior, do you like my muscles," she cooed. As she bent forward, her weight
shifted to the ball of her foot and onto his penis. He tried to move to make
himself more comfortable, but was held by her foot. "What's the matter,
Junior, am I hurting you?" she asked. "Yes," he said softly. "What?" Rhonda
asked again. "Yes," he said louder, "please, stop, you're hurting me."

Rhonda smiled and removed her foot, but then stepped between his legs and
lowered her thong. "Tongue me; bitch," she said softly, and as he bent to lap
at Rhonda's clit, she stepped away, chuckled and said, "Are you kidding, why
would I want you to lick my clit, sissy boy?" A wet spot spread across
Junior's lap. Rhonda laughed hard and said, "You pathetic wimp, you need to
learn how to control yourself."

"I think both of you need to learn control," Amanda said from behind them.
Jane was the only one who turned to look as Amanda stood.

Both Hal and his son, Junior, had been humiliated by Rhonda. Amanda unbuttoned
her blazer and unzipped her skirt and blouse, shedding each garment and
placing them on a free chair, taking her time. As she did, Jane's eyes widened
at the sight of this muscle goddess. Now it was Jane's turn to slowly lick her
lips, a faint moan escaped as well.

Amanda smiled at the young woman, puckered her lips and blew her a kiss.