Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 2


A New Venture

"I took the serum, mistress," Jim said, "Tim had nothing to do with it." "Very
well," Amanda said, "Tim, you're dismissed." Tim looked from Amanda to Jim and
back again, "Please, mistress," Tim blurted, "Our sister put him up to it.
She's obsessed. She controls our house." "Is this true, Jim," Amanda asked,
"does she control your house?" "Yes, mistress," Jim said, "We do what she says
or she punishes us. We do the housework, cook and have sex when she wants."

"You have sex with your sister?" Rhonda asked. The two brothers nodded, and
then Tim said, "When she wants."

I had told Amanda and Rhonda about Tammy and that she had confided in me that
she had taken their female muscle serum.

Now in Amanda's office, the two brother's sorted story tumbled out.

Amanda looked at me, "You met their sister, Mistress Eve," Amanda said,
"what's she like?" I looked at the two brothers and said, "She's eighteen and
headstrong. She's physically fit and can probably hold her own against most of
the students and teachers at her school. When I met her she was on a date with
the school's "big man on campus" in order to satisfy her sexual needs.
Apparently she's not entirely satisfied by her brothers." I looked at Jim and
Tim, but they didn't make eye contact with me.

"Hmm," Amanda said, "it sounds like her libido is in overdrive. I wonder if
that is a result of my muscle serum?" "It could be, mistress," I said, "If
I've learned one thing about the human psyche, it's to expect the unexpected."

"I want to meet your sister," Amanda said to Jim Connors, "have Rhonda and I
over so we might see her." The two brothers looked at each other, and then Tim
said, "Maybe Saturday for a barbeque." "That would be fine," Amanda said.

"Now," Amanda said, to no one in particular, "What are we going to do with you
two? Jim, you did steal from the company and we have a very strict policy
about theft. And Tim, you covered up for your brother." "Perhaps we should
fire them," Rhonda suggested. Amanda looked at the two brothers who were now
shifting from one foot to the other at the prospect of being terminated. "No,
I think that would be too easy," Amanda said, "I'll need to give this some
more thought, but for now, I want you two to go back to your work and keep
your mouths shut, do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Jim and Tim said together and turned to leave. "We'll see you
Saturday," Amanda said as they neared the door.

Once the men left, I said, "I really must be going, but please, call me, and
let me know what you think of Tammy and what you decide about withdrawing your
FDA application," I jotted my phone number on a call slip from Amanda's desk
and gave both Amanda and Rhonda a kiss, allowing my tongue to explore their
mouth.

"We'll meet again, Mistress," Amanda said. "I look forward to it," I replied
over my shoulder as I left the office and retraced my steps to the bank of
elevators. Once inside the elevator, I transported myself to my front door.

Rhonda stepped behind Amanda's desk and clicked several keys. Both women
watched as live video from the various building cameras sprang to life. Rhonda
selected the camera scanning the bank of elevators in the lobby. She watched
as the doors to first one elevator opened and then another, but Eve did not
exit. Quickly Rhonda switched to the camera which is mounted in the particular
car that Eve had entered and ran the tape back slightly. The two women watched
as the doors slid open, and Eve entered, turning to face the door as it
closed.

Rhonda and Amanda watched as Eve turned and looked at the camera in the corner
of the elevator and smiled, gave a slight wave of her hand and blew a kiss,
and then within the blink of an eye, she was no longer there. Rhonda ran that
footage back and forth several times and slowed it down to half speed, but
couldn't tell how the illusion had been done. "How did she do that," Rhonda
asked. "She's remarkable," Amanda said, "truly remarkable."

"What do you think," Amanda asked Rhonda. "I have no idea," the black muscle
woman replied, "I don't understand how she could just disappear from that
elevator car."

Rhonda was still viewing my disappearance. "No," Amanda said, "I meant, what
do you think about pulling the muscle serum from FDA testing?" Rhonda turned
off the video and returned to the front of the desk. "Mistress Eve does make a
good case for not putting the serum on sale to the general public," Rhonda
said, "I think every woman in the world would want to take it, and that would
be great for us financially, but what about the men? And what about the long
range outcome she mentioned."

"Yes," Amanda said, "and we do know that the drug affects some women
adversely. Can you imagine if Colleen was able to get hold of the serum
whenever she liked?" "That is a frightening thought," Rhonda said remembering
Colleen Taylor, sister of Sean, another Biomax employee.

Colleen was currently in Chowchilla Women's Prison for murder. She had taken
the muscle serum several times, not content to merely enhance her body, but to
see just how huge she could get. The drug had not only turned her into a
muscle goddess, but had 'twisted' her mind so that she was a borderline
sociopath. Colleen loved to destroy people she came in contact with.

"We'll need to give this some further thought," Amanda said, "and definitely
meet with Eve Anderson again." Rhonda smiled at Amanda remembering the
sweetness of Eve's juices, and murmured, "I look forward to it."

Amanda smiled at her and said, "I'm sure you do, I'm sure you do," and laughed
out loud.

"I'll tell you, Tammy," Megan was saying, "that woman scared the hell out of
me."

Tommy and Megan had their own apartment, but tonight they were at the Connor
house, poolside, enjoying the warm California evening.

"Scared you how," Tammy asked. Tommy, who had heard the story before was only
partially listening. "Well," Meagan said, "first off, she's tall and big, you
know, wide, not fat, and then she demanded to see Amanda, and well, you know,
I can't just let anyone up there."

"Yes, yes, what did she look like," Tammy said impatiently, "you said she was
tall, how tall?" "I don't know, Mistress Tammy," Megan said, getting a little
flustered, "She was a little taller than Frank, the security guy, and he's
over six foot. Boy, did she handle him, at least until Rhonda came down,"
Megan said.

Tammy now sat up on her chaise lounge and swung her legs over the edge to face
Megan. Megan had a nice body, not muscular per se, but fit from years of
cheerleading and gymnastics, but 'she's not the sharpest tool in the shed',
Tammy thought. "So she got rough with Frank," Tammy asked.

"Yeah, she bent his arm up behind him and I thought she was going to break
it," Megan said, "that's why I called Rhonda. When she showed up, she took
that Amazon upstairs to meet with her and Amanda. This woman was probably
taller than Amanda." Tammy had never actually met Amanda, so she couldn't
compare the two women.

"So, was she muscular, what did her arms look like, what about her legs,"
Tammy asked in rapid fire succession. Megan said, "I didn't see her arms, she
was wearing a jacket and her skirt was down to her knees, but I did notice
that she had big, well-defined, calves as Rhonda was walking her to the
elevator. They were quite a bit bigger than Rhonda's".

'I've got to find out about this woman,' Tammy thought, 'she sounds like the
woman who interrupted Paul and I the other night,' and then asked Megan, "How
long was she with Amanda?" "That's the strange thing," Megan replied, "I never
saw her leave. There's only one way in and out of Biomax, except through the
service door at the back of the building, and that's the front door. She never
passed my desk on her way out and Amanda and Rhonda left a little later."
'That's odd,' Tammy thought, as she lay back on her chaise, 'very odd. I've
got to find out who this woman is and what she has to do with Biomax.'

Thanks to her eldest brother, Jim, Tammy had taken Amanda's muscle serum
having persuaded him to steal some from Biomax. The resulting muscle growth
had made her the teen muscle goddess she is. Tammy was in her senior year of
high school, the strength coach for the boy's football team and had several of
the teachers and students under her control. She loved dominating her
classmates and teachers, loved her body and showing it off, lying naked in the
warm California air as she was now.

Tammy glanced to her left and Megan was holding hands with Tommy. 'I wonder if
I'll find a boyfriend,' she thought, 'but why would I be content with just one
boy when I can have any boy or girl I please?' As she considered the men and
women in her life, Tammy dozed off.

I had met with Amanda Bennett and Rhonda Jackson at Biomax and explained why I
felt it wasn't in their best interest for them to pursue their quest to get
their muscle enhancement drug approved by the Federal Drug Administration.

I hadn't gone into great detail about what the world would be like with their
drug 'legal' and available to the masses, but the planet that I came from is
living testament to that lifestyle. Women are all dominant and it's not
unusual for a very strong, dominant woman to keep several men. Men were traded
and sold as their mistresses desired, used and abused as well. Some men were
groomed solely to pleasure their mistresses, while some were bred to provide
other services such as housework, running errands and other menial tasks.

'I was honest with Amanda and Rhonda,' I thought, 'so I hope they reconsider
and pull the FDA application. If they don't, I may have to 'adjust' their
thinking for them.' I tried not to utilize my ability to erase human's
thoughts as it sometimes had disastrous effects. I had voided one man's mind
several years ago and he acted as if he were a five-year old. He practically
had to grow up and learn some basic skills all over again.

I got up from the chaise lounge I was on and stretched. Adam watched as I held
my arms high over my head and then reached down to the nap of my neck. As I
watched him I saw his penis stir and I said, "Is sex the only thing you have
on your mind?" "Yes, mistress," he replied smiling, "you know you turn me on."
I chuckled and said, "Of course I do, I love the fact that you and your
14-inch cock can satisfy me, but right now I want to swim a couple of laps.
I'll let you towel me off when I'm done, then we'll see about draining that
monster of yours." "Thank you, mistress," he said and watched as I padded to
the deep end of the pool and dove in.

What started out as a few laps became twenty-three when I finally emerged from
the pool. Sometimes I got caught up in a workout, or in this case, swimming,
and I would forgot about the time. Adam stood and held my towel wide. Starting
with my back, he moved from my broad shoulders down to the small of my back
and my butt, then further down to my ankles. He moved to my front and did the
same starting with my neck, lingering at my breasts and again at my clit.

Before I could lie down, Olivia came out of the house holding my cell. "You
have a call Mistress Eve," she said handing me the phone. I had left it on the
kitchen counter. "Hello," I said. It was Amanda. I had expected her call.
"Mistress Eve," she said, "Rhonda and I were wondering if we might get
together to discuss further our growth serum." "Certainly," I said, "I was
hoping you would call. Would you like to come by my house or would you prefer
to meet somewhere else?" "Your house would be fine," she said, "when would be
convenient?" "How about tomorrow," I said, glancing at Olivia who only smiled
back at me. I gave Amanda the address.

"Say ten o'clock," I said. "That would be fine," Amanda replied, "see you at
ten." "Ten o'clock it is," I said, "We'll have a bite to eat by the pool and
discuss your serum." "That would be fine," she said, "We'll see you tomorrow.
Good-by." "Good-bye, Mistress Amanda," I said and closed the phone and handed
it back to Olivia.

"You'll have two more for brunch tomorrow," I said to Olivia. "Yes, mistress,"
Olivia replied before heading back to the house. I looked over at Adam, "Well,
it must be your lucky day, Adam; you're going to get your wish to meet Amanda
Bennett." He smiled at me and I said, "But right now, you'll have to deal with
me," and I stepped across his chaise lounge so that I was straddling his
midsection. I glanced from his face to his manhood and he was nearly hard. I
reached down and gently stroked his shaft. Within minute's he was fully erect.
I released my grasp and lowered myself slowly, savoring the feel of his strong
cock entering me.

I let out a soft, "Ahh," as I took him in and my vaginal muscles began to
rhythmically play along the length of his penis. Leaning forward I placed both
hands flat on his chest and looked him in the eyes. "Don't come until I tell
you, Adam, do you understand?" I said. "Of course, mistress," he replied and I
knew he wouldn't dare. He had been with me long enough that he could control
himself and refrain until I released him, but I thought I would tease him a
little and said, "I feel like I want this to last, maybe for an hour or more."
He gave a soft groan and I laughed and told him, "I'm not that cruel, Adam, at
least not to you."

Adam had seen what I can do, both in the pursuit of sexual pleasure and
physical release although differentiating between the two was probably not
always easy.

I had been 'riding him' for perhaps a half hour and told him, "OK, stud, your
mistress is going to climax. I want you to fill my pussy, and then lap me
clean." I didn't wait for an answer nor did he offer one. He knew what the
penalty would be for disobeying or refusing my demand.

We climaxed together and as I stood up and positioned myself over his face, a
trail of cum dripped from me, from his midsection to just below his chin. I
lowered myself once again and he lapped at my clit, his stiff tongue darting
in and out savoring our combined juices. I through my head back and said,
"You've mastered how to please me, Adam; ahh, that's it, just a little
deeper." I had one more orgasm and stood up. He looked like he was physically
drained, which led me to think, 'I do all the work yet he's the one that looks
like he's ran a marathon,' and chuckled to myself.

The following morning I was in my office. I had gotten up early and worked out
for several hours in the gym, pushing and teasing my muscles. This was
followed by standing in front of the mirror for fifteen minutes examining
every muscle part; yes, I suppose I am a little vain when it comes to
appraising my body. I expect perfection and nothing less.

Fortunately I hadn't been disturbed by annoying phone calls, but had responded
to numerous emails from around the world regarding my holdings. None demanded
my immediate attention.

Shortly before ten o'clock, I logged off and left the sanctity of my office;
walking to the kitchen. I had on 4-inch stiletto pumps which clicked softly as
I walked across the terrazzo floor. Olivia had several pots heating on the
stove and I could tell there was something in the oven. The aroma was heavenly
and I told Olivia, "Whatever you're making my little one, it smells divine."
"Thank you, mistress," Olivia replied, "It's a souffl' that I've never made
before so I'm a bit nervous." "I'm sure everything will be fine," I assured
her before I proceeded out to the patio.

Urbano was just finishing trimming some of the shrubs, Inga was busy setting
up the outside tables and Adam was finishing folding towels onto the chaise
lounges. My staff (I thought of them more as a family) had done a fantastic
job. Everything looked ready.

Olivia looked out the French doors, "Mistress, I believe they're here, someone
is at the door." "I'll get it," Adam said, and disappeared into the house. I
followed at a bit of a distance.

"Hello," Adam said after opening the door, "you must be Mistress Amanda," and
then turned to Rhonda and said, "And you're Mistress Rhonda, welcome, please,
come in." "Thank you," Amanda said. Amanda wore khaki short shorts with a
tight pale blue T-shirt. Her nipples looked like two small marbles beneath the
fabric. If the sight of Adam naked startled her, she didn't show it. Rhonda
was similarly dressed with the exception that her T-shirt was a vibrant
yellow. This made Rhonda's dark skin appear even deeper.

"So nice of you to come," I said and gave each a hug, "Mistress Amanda,
Rhonda, this is Adam, my assistant." They gave Adam a smile their glances
lingering on his penis. "Please," I said, "follow me; we'll have some
refreshments on the patio." I led the way to the patio and we passed through
the kitchen.

Olivia had her back to us as we came in but quickly turned around. "Mistress
Amanda, Rhonda, this is Olivia my cook; Olivia these are our guests, Mistress'
Amanda and Rhonda." Olivia gave a brief curtsy and Rhonda said, "Whatever
you're making smells fantastic." "Thank you, Mistress Rhonda," Olivia said, "I
hope you brought an appetite."

I stepped onto the patio and Urbano and Inga were standing nearly shoulder to
shoulder in a two party receiving line. I had to smile and nearly laughed as I
introduced each to the two mistresses'.

"Please," I said, "make yourself comfortable, as you can see, I prefer my
staff to be sans clothing." "That's not a problem for us," Amanda said, as she
grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head revealing a
muscled chest and breasts smaller than mine.

Adam stood by and collected Amanda's clothing while Inga collected Rhonda's.
Urbano asked, "Would anyone like a cocktail or glass of wine before brunch?"
Urbano was nearly as dark as Rhonda and she looked at his impressive cock,
absently running her tongue across those large soft lips. "I'd like a red
wine, Urbano," Rhonda said. "Nothing for me," Amanda added. As Urbano moved
off to get a glass of wine, Rhonda watched him go, staring at his firm butt.

"You may pleasure yourselves as you wish," I said, looking at Rhonda, "All of
my people will cater to your needs," and then turning to Amanda, said, "Have
you given thought to what I asked the other day?" "You mean about pulling my
formula from FDA testing?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "We have," she continued,
"and both Rhonda and I believe you may be correct. We need to better control
the distribution of our product. That is primarily why we came today to talk
about where we should take it." "Thank you, Amanda," I said, "I'm glad you two
came to that conclusion. I have some ideas about your formula, and I'd like to
discuss them, but there's plenty of time for that, let's eat first." I had
noticed Olivia motioning to me from the table in the shade of some umbrellas.

We filled our plates and sat at tables on the large patio. Urbano never let
Rhonda's glass get more than half empty and Olivia seemed to bring out an
endless supply of her marvelous souffl', toast, bacon, fruits and berries.
Inga filled carafes of juice and ice water.

Once Amanda and I were done eating, I suggested we sit poolside to discuss an
idea I had running through my head as well as get some sun. Amanda said to
Rhonda, "Enjoy yourself, my pet," and glanced in the direction of Urbano, "I
can see you have an admirer. I'll fill you in on what Mistress Eve and I
discuss later." Rhonda looked up at Amanda and said, "Thank you, I think I'll
ask Urbano to show me the grounds."

Settled on our lounges by the pool, I said, "What I have in mind is a win-win
for us as well as the community, but I need to share something personal
first." "Certainly, mistress," Amanda said, "you've got me curious." "As I
mentioned at Biomax, I have business holdings throughout the world," I said,
"I travel from place to place and have found a general increase in crime,
domestic violence, drug use and crimes against children. We could discuss the
reasons for this and probably never reach an answer as to why, so what I'm
about to propose may seem outlandish, but I think it may work, at least in
specific areas."

"What I would like is to set up a task force that deals with these crimes and
acts of violence," I continued, "Not to usurp the police or local authorities,
but to supplement them. Their resources are stretched thin. I believe that,
with time, criminals will respond and there will be fewer and fewer acts of
violence and crime."

Amanda looked at me for nearly a full minute and then asked, "How does that
affect me, Biomax and my muscle serum?" I smiled and said, "I would like you
to head the southern California chapter and, naturally, you would need to hire
and train your staff. Southern California would be a prototype but eventually
I'd like to have chapters throughout the United States and the world."

"You're talking vigilante justice. I'm not sure any police force would condone
such action," Amanda said, "although, perhaps it could be handled in such a
way that only one or two key police officers knew of the organization,
discretely." "Discretely, yes," I said, "do you know of anyone on the police
force here?" "As a matter of fact, I do," Amanda said, "and I know I can trust
him." "Good, good," I said, "so you think this plan has merit?" "I do, but I'd
like to talk it over with Rhonda and get back with you," Amanda said. "That
would be fine," I said, "take a few days if you like." I didn't want to rush
Amanda.

As we lay there in the warm California sun, I couldn't help but admire
Amanda's physique. She had honed her body to that of a true muscle goddess.
Lean with well-defined muscles, veins coursing under her bronze skin. I could
tell she had put in hours in the gym as well as supplemented what nature had
given her with her own muscle enhancement serum. 'An outstanding achievement
for a human,' I thought.

"You need to come up with a name for your drug," I said without looking at
Amanda. "I suppose I should," she said, "Rhonda and I have just been referring
to it as the 'muscle enhancement serum', for so long, we've never gotten
around to naming the product, do you have any suggestions?" I paused and said,
"Since you're head of Biomax, how about calling it 'Fem-max' so that people
will associate it with the company?" There was a pause and then Amanda said,
"Fem-max, I like that. Yes, I think that will work. Thank you, Mistress Eve,"
and she reached across and ran a hand over my arm.

Her touch caused my nipples to harden. 'I wonder if she notices,' I thought,
and I stole a glance in her direction. Amanda had her eyes shut. I allowed my
gaze to wander to her clit and noticed it appeared larger. 'Could she have a
'she-cock'?' I thought, and as I watched, her flaccid clit stiffened, becoming
erect. "Do you like what you see, mistress," she asked. Our eyes met and I
said, "Yes, it's beautiful, is it a result of your 'Fem-max'?" She chuckled
and as she lay on her chaise, slowly stroked her shaft. "Yes," she said, "I
had to see if it would enlarge and strengthen my clit. You can see the
result."

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of my lounge and took her shaft in my
hand, continuing to stroke her. I realized that my own clit was becoming erect
and moved my legs apart.

I had to have her.