Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 5


One human trait that bothers me is that of bullying. I observed a muscular guy
at the beach bullying a shorter, thinner man. I don't know what, if anything
prompted his behavior, but a couple of weeks later, I was back at the beach
only to see the bully once again. This is what happened ...

I had been on the sand for about a half hour when the man showed up. He had
taunted the smaller man weeks earlier to a point where the smaller man left,
while his girlfriend had watched. This time the bully was alone, no
girlfriend.

I watched as he walked in my direction, seemingly unaware of my presence. I
knew he had seen me from the parking lot. 'This could be fun,' I thought as he
walked through the sand, his sandal's kicking up clouds of sand behind him,
unaware of the sand landing on other beach goers. Some of those beach goers
gave him dirty looks; some gave him the middle-finger as he passed by. He did
not apologize nor acknowledge his rudeness.

The man was tall, in excess of six-foot and had the muscularity of someone who
had spent hours in the gym. Had I not witnessed his behavior previously at the
beach, I might have thought him attractive. He walked with an air of
confidence and when he neared my towel, he stopped and looked first in one
direction and then in the other along the beach. Before spreading his towel on
the sand he looked up at the sun, studying its position so that he could align
his towel to get the best possible tan.

Tan he was. Not as dark as I, but he had a healthy bronze appearance. With
great care, he laid his towel on the sand and kicked off his sandals. He
pulled his T-shirt over his head revealing wide shoulders, trim waist, defined
arms and abs. Next he unbuttoned his shorts and stepped out of them, taking
care to fold them and casually tossing them on his towel.

The red Speedo style bathing suit did little to hide the bulge contained
within. 'What a shame,' I thought, 'if he had a better attitude and treated
those around him with a little respect, he'd be a decent slave.'

"Excuse me," he said, "Would you mind watching my things while I go for a
swim?" 'Wow,' I thought, 'where did this burst of politeness come from?'
"Sure," I said, not raising my head from my hands, and he trotted to the
water. I watched his butt sway as he jogged into the surf.

I was lying on my stomach and now I rolled over. I preferred to lay by the
pool sans-bathing suit, but had decided to come to the beach today to people
watch. The suit I wore was a polyester material that barely clung to my hips,
and only barely covered my pubis. The top covered my areolas, and was held in
place by a string around my neck and stretching across my back. My firm
breasts needed no support. The print, on what surface area there was, was a
zebra pattern. I had selected the suit to maximize exposure, both to the sun
and to public view. I guess you could say I liked to 'push the envelope' when
it came to being an exhibitionist.

The swimmer came back, walking slowly, wiping water from his arms and chest.
He stopped at the foot of my towel and shook his head, sending water flying
from his dark hair. 'Rude', I thought as drops landed on my legs.

"Thanks for watching my things," he said, "You're even more muscular than I
thought when I saw you lying on your stomach." I chuckled and said, "I work
out, and you?" "I do OK," he said, and then stepping onto my towel, reached
down and extended his hand, "I'm Jeff." "Eve," I said, shaking his hand. "So,
where do you work out?" he asked. "I have a home gym," I said, intentionally
keeping my answers short. "Well you apparently have all the right equipment,"
he said.

I gave Jeff a big smile because of the dual meaning of his statement and said,
"If you'd like to see it, you'll have to come by sometime." "I'd like that,
Eve," he said, "do you live around here?" "Not too far," I said, "and you?"
"Up on the bluffs," he said, pointing to the homes sitting above the parking
lot. "Convenient," I said, "You have a great view." "It's great for people
watching and to check the surf," he said. "Uh-huh, I bet," I said. "Would you
like to see it?" he asked. "It?" I asked, lowering my eyes to the bulge in his
trunks. He understood and laughed softly, "Yea, that and the view." "Sure, why
not," I said, and he stepped off my towel leaving his sandy footprints.
'Disgusting,' I thought.

Jeff slipped on his shorts as I stood and shook the sand from my towel. I was
just putting my cover-up on when he turned around. He stopped and his mouth
hung open slightly as he watched me. "Is anything wrong," I asked. He closed
his mouth and then said, "I guess I didn't realize how tall you are." I
smiled. "I'm 6'-7", is that a problem?" I asked. "Ahh, no, not at all," he
said. I was probably five or six inches taller than him, and I'm sure that my
height alone intimidated him.

"Shall we go," I asked. "Sure," he said, somewhat hesitantly, slipping on his
sandals. I went barefoot, not wanting to spray sand over other sun worshipers.

We left the beach and climbed the hill, turning on a residential street lined
with some older but well-maintained homes, and some new stately homes. I
followed Jeff up the walk to an older home that, while having not been added
on to, was in excellent condition. What some may refer to as a beach cottage.
A late model Porsche sat on one side of the driveway.

He unlocked the door and held it for me, looking up at me as I passed. From
the small entryway, you could see through the house to the French doors at the
rear and the Pacific beyond. "Wow," I said, "that's quite a view." He shut the
door behind me.

I was drawn to the family room and walked to the French doors. The rear yard
was small, flagstone patio, Jacuzzi and the amazing view of the Pacific. You
could just see the beach from the house; however, if you would walk to the
back of the yard, one could see the entire beach, truly a million-dollar view.

"Can I get you something to drink," Jeff asked. I turned and said, "No, I just
want to drink in this view." He smiled and when I turned back to watch a
sailboat on the horizon, he moved behind me and wrapped an arm around the top
of my chest.

'Play the part, Eve,' I told myself as I closed my eyes and let my head fall
back on his shoulder as if I were enjoying the moment. He moved his hand
slowly down so that he cupped my breast. "Hmm," I purred, and he began to
massage my nipple.

His free hand snaked around me and under my cover-up to my nearly exposed
pussy and then he slipped a finger under my bikini bottom. I turned and he was
forced to withdraw his hand.

Now I played the aggressor and while holding him close, unsnapped his shorts
with my free hand. The shorts slid down his legs as I reached beneath his
trunks and played my fingers along his semi-erect penis. "Hmm," he moaned
softly as I placed my finger on the head of his penis. "Let's go into the
bedroom," I whispered into his ear.

The bedroom was small compared to mine, but did have a French door leading to
the flagstone terrace. A dresser, two night stands and a large California King
bed which dominated the space. A door led, presumably, to a closet, the
bathroom off an opposite wall.

"Give me just a minute, I have to use the bathroom," I said. Once I shut the
door, I looked under the sink. I was surprised to find a box of tampons. I
quietly opened the medicine cabinet and found a container of birth control
pills, the prescription made out to a Joanne Johnson. I flushed the toilet and
returned to the bedroom.

Jeff was on the bed, a sheet covering him to the waist. I stood at the foot of
the bed and slowly unbuttoned my cover-up. "Do you like what you see," I asked
as I slid it from my shoulders and tossed it onto the end of the bed. He
swallowed noticeably, but said nothing, only nodded. I smiled at him and then
untied my top and tossed it atop the cover-up.

His hand automatically went beneath the sheet to play with his penis. I went
to the closet and quickly found what I needed on a rack on the back of the
closet door. I returned to the bed with a handful of neckties. I tied one of
his wrists to the headboard and pulling the other from under the sheet, tied
the other to the headboard. Next, I did the same with his ankles, tying them
to the footboard.

"That's better," I said as I stood once again at the foot of the bed, "I
didn't want you to be distracted from my show." "Show?" he asked. "Uh-huh," I
said, "a show just for you, baby," and I traced the outline of my nipples with
a well-manicured index finger.

"Notice that I don't have any tan lines, Jeff," I said softly, bringing my
nipples to their own little erection. "That's because I usually sunbathe
naked," I said, and slid the sides of my bottom down my quads. The bit of
material, my bikini bottom, lie at my feet and I bent to pick it up, but
before I did, I slid the sheet which was covering his mid-section toward the
foot of the bed. The sheet now rested between his legs, his erection pointing
toward the ceiling. "I see that you like my show so far," I said, nodding in
the direction of his erection.

He squirmed trying to free his wrists and ankles, but I ignored him. "Now,
where was I," I said, "Oh, yes," and I looked down at my now naked pubis,
"See, no tan lines." I ran a hand over my abs and then tightened my core. My
abdominals responded and I played my fingers over them. "Umm," I said, "I just
love to play with my muscles, Jeff. Do you play with yours?" I slid my finger
along my labia and teased my clit. I could feel it stiffen under my touch. I
smiled, but knew I had to control myself and make it what I was about to do
last. 'I want to savor the time,' I thought.

Once again, I opened the closet, this time studying the contents. The closet
was deep and I stepped into it. There on one side hung suits, women's business
suits. I took the nearest one from the closet rod and stepped back into the
bedroom. "Are you married, Jeff?" I asked. "No, ahh, Eve, those belong to a
friend of mine," he lied. "Uh-huh," I said and threw the hanger with the skirt
and jacket into the corner.

I went to the dresser and opened the top drawer on one side and finding only
men's socks and underwear, opened the one next to it. Panties, bras and
camisoles were all neatly folded. "Your friend has a lot of clothes here,
Jeff," I said holding up a pair of thong panties. I threw them against the
wall where they dropped to the floor atop the business suit. I pulled out a
bra, camisole, another bra, two more pairs of panties, all thrown onto the
pile against the wall.

I was about to grab another pair of panties when I saw the vibrator. I held it
up and turned the base. It hummed to life. Back at the foot of the bed, I
examined the ten-inch rubber vibrator/dildo. "Well," I said, "It looks like
your friend, who doesn't live here," and I laughed, "at least likes to play
here." I touched the tip of the vibrator to my clit. "Hmm," I said softly,
"very nice, would you like to watch, Jeff, while I take this little vibrator
entirely inside my pussy?" "Please, Eve, don't, Joanne wouldn't like it if you
... " "So it's Joanne, is it?" I said, "Are you and Joanne married?" I asked
again. "No," he said softly now, "she's my fianc'." I smiled. "Well, I'm sure
Joanne will be pleased when she comes home and finds my cum on her nice
vibrator," and I laughed as I poised the tip of the machine against my clit.
The feeling was marvelous.

Slowly I inserted the humming toy into my vagina. While I did I watched Jeff.
He couldn't take his eyes off of my pussy. When the machine was perhaps
three-inches in, I released it and told him, "Here's where the show gets
interesting, baby, watch as my vaginal muscles play with Joanne's vibrator."
For the next fifteen-minutes I allowed my muscles to play with the vibrator,
taking the shaft in and out at will.

"Go on Jeffy, you can come if you want, I know you can't hold it any longer,"
I said as I took the entire dildo within my vagina. The feel of the vibration
deep within me was making me juicy.

Cum shot nearly a foot in the air from his erect penis and landed between the
base of his cock and his navel. The balance of his cum trickled from the head
of his penis as he began to go flaccid. 'What a disappointment,' I thought.

"Watch this, Jeff," I said and I tensed my abdominals and ran my hands over
them. Along with tensing my abs, I also constricted my vaginal muscles. The
vibrator went silent. Releasing my hold on the vibrator, I allowed it to slide
from my vagina. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger when it was nearly
out, I pulled it out the last two or three-inches. The rubberized material was
slick with my juices.

Touching it to the tip of my tongue, I said, "Hmm, I love the taste of my cum,
baby, here," and I knelt between his legs and placed the dildo to his lips. He
held his lips tightly closed. "What's the matter, baby, you don't want to
taste Eve's love juice?" I asked, and I pushed the vibrator through his lips.
"Go on, honey, you can suck on that a while," I said as I crawled off the bed.

I went to the dresser and taking a pair of his fianc's panties said, "I just
got so wet playing with that vibrator, I need to clean up. Do you think Joanne
will mind if I use a pair of her panties?" With the ten-inch dildo in his
mouth, Jeff couldn't object. I swabbed my pussy with the pair of silk panties
and then wadded them into a small ball and inserted them into my vagina.

"Joanne has nice taste in underwear," I said, as I picked another pair from
her underwear drawer and held them up. This pair was red, with black lace.
Again I wadded them into a small ball and with an index finger pushed them
inside my pussy.

I turned when I heard the sound of a car engine. The sound died and moments
later there was the sound of a key in the front lock. "Hello," a female called
out. Jeff began to squirm on the bed, and I heard footsteps coming down the
short hallway.

An attractive woman paused at the bedroom door eyes trying to take in the
scene in front of her. Jeff, wrists and ankles tethered to the bed, a dildo
sticking from his mouth and me, naked, standing next to the dresser.

"Jeff, what's going on here," she asked, and then saw her clothes and
underwear in a pile on the floor. "What the hell is going on here!" she said.
I stole a glance at Jeff and the fear in his eyes and on his face was
priceless.

By now, the woman was near the foot of the bed. "You must be Joanne," I said,
calmly and she tore her eyes away from her fianc'. "Huh, what?" she said, her
brain still trying to process what was going on. "I said, you must be Joanne,"
I repeated. "Yes, Joanne," she said, clearly trying to convince herself this
wasn't a dream. "Hi, I'm Eve, but you can call me Mistress Eve," I said and
took a step toward her. She backed away from me. I continued toward her and
she quickly found her back against the closet door.

She tried to keep her voice calm and said, "Look, Eve, is it, what's going on
here?" "Well, Joanne, Jeff here," I said and motioned to the man on the bed,
"picked me up at the beach. He brought me here so that we could have sex, but
I tied him to the bed and then masturbated with your vibrator." Jeff was
mumbling and twisting on the bed.

For the longest time Joanne said nothing. "So you didn't have sex with my
fianc' but you used my vibrator to pleasure yourself?" she asked. "Exactly," I
said, "Jeff did manage to come while he watched me use the vibrator." She
turned her attention to Jeff and the puddle of cum which rested on his pelvis.
"That's disgusting," she said. "I thought so too," I added.

"And what about my clothes that are on the floor?" she asked, "How did they
get there?" "I threw them there," I said, "I was upset that he brought me here
to cheat on you, I honestly had no idea he was engaged." Again she stole a
look at her fianc' tied to the bed, their bed.

"I think it's safe to say that this relationship is over," Joanne said, and
pulled what had to be a two carat engagement ring from her finger and threw it
at Jeff. The ring hit him in the scrotum. 'Nice throw,' I thought and began to
laugh.

Joanne turned to me and looked up at me and then let her gaze travel down my
body. "Do you go to Jeff's gym; are you one of those female bodybuilders that
he's always talking about?" "No, I don't go the gym that he does," nodding
toward Jeff, "and I'm not a bodybuilder," I said, "but I've got plenty of
muscles and could beat any one of those bitches in a contest." I tried not to
sound boastful, but it may have sounded that way. She sneered and said, "I
think body building is a waste of time and energy and as far as muscles on a
woman, they're disgusting." I glared at her and then punched the closet door.
My fist went through the hollow core door as if it was made of paper, but the
sound in the bedroom was like thunder. Joanne jumped. I grabbed a couple of
Jeff's ties from the hook on the inside of the door and when I pulled my fist
back out, brought the ties with me.

"Get undressed," I snarled. "No!" Joanne said defiantly. "OK, tough girl, have
it your way," I said coolly, "I'll just enjoy myself more," and threw the ties
on the foot of the bed, and grabbing the blazer she wore by the lapels, ripped
it open. "Wh, why you bitch," she screamed, "You can't do that." I laughed, "I
can and I am, bitch!" I said, stressing the word, 'bitch'. Next, I ripped off
her blouse. I threw everything on the pile of clothes on the floor. Joanne now
had on a skirt, bra and undoubtedly one of her pretty pair of panties that she
seemed to have so many of.

"What do you think of muscles on women now, wimp," I asked as I flexed a bicep
in front of her face. She turned and spit on my chest, and then said, "You're
disgusting you whore!" I grabbed one of the ties from the foot of the bed and
wondering what I could use for a gag, plucked Joanne's pair of red panties
with the lace trim from my vagina. They were soaked with my juices and I
stuffed them in her mouth even though she tried in vain to keep her mouth
shut. I then tied the tie around her head to hold the gag in place. The second
tie I used to bind her hands behind her back and pushed her to the floor atop
the clothing.

Now, kneeling between her legs, I looked down at her and said, "Before you got
here, I told Jeff you had nice taste in underwear, now you can really taste
your underwear, can't you?" and I laughed at my own joke. Joanne's eyes were
pure hatred as she lay on the floor.

I grabbed the waistline of her skirt and ripped it from her hips. The material
came away in two parts. Joanne now clad only in a cream colored bra and pair
of panties was helpless. While I admired her guts for trying to stand up to
me, it was futile. I ripped the bra from her torso and said, "Hmm, nice tits,
Joanne, you don't need to wear a bra," and I squeeze her left breast ever so
slightly but she winced. "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "sometimes I just don't know
my own strength," and I laughed.

I got to my feet and went to the side of the bed. I pulled the vibrator from
Jeff's mouth.

"Joanne, baby, I love you," Jeff pleaded, "This bitch is crazy. I wasn't going
to have sex with her. Don't listen to her, baby." The words tumbled out. I
reached a finger into my vagina and pulled out the first pair of panties I had
put there. These were soaked like the pair that now resided in Joanne's mouth.
I stuffed the wadded pair in Jeff's as he was about to say something else, and
I pushed them deep, so much so that he began to choke. I patted his cheek.
'Crazy,' I thought, 'He called me crazy, I'll show them crazy.'

I must say at this point I was a little 'out of control', even for me.

I grabbed the brass lamp from the nightstand, pulling the cord from the wall,
and bent it in two. It felt good to work my muscles. I slid Joanne's drawer
from the dresser sending what remained of her undergarments flying and held it
against my chest. With little effort I reduced it to splinters by holding it
in place and expanding my chest.

In the closet, Jeff's set of golf clubs rested against one wall. I plucked a
couple of clubs from the bag and bent them in two before snatching a dress
shirt from a hanger. I walked back into the bedroom while I put the shirt on.
It was a bit snug as I thought it may be and I stood looking down at Joanne as
I buttoned the shirt.

I swayed my hips back and forth and put my hands behind my head while I
expanded my chest. The woman's eyes widened as she watched the buttons'
stretch the button holes. My erect nipples felt tight against the fabric.
First one button popped off, and then two more. The final button gave way a
moment later. I brought my arms across my chest and watched Joanne's face as
she heard the material rip across my back. I threw the tattered shirt on the
pile of clothing.

My adrenaline pumping, I fingered my clit, teasing it. Joanne was powerless to
look away. As my clit got bigger, I began to stroke myself, first with my
forefinger and thumb and then with my hand. "Do you like this, Joanne?" I
asked, holding my 'cock'. "I know you do, and I'm going to enjoy filling that
puny pussy of yours with my meat," and I laughed as I knelt between her legs.
She tried to wiggle away but I grabbed her by the hips as I mounted her, my
shaft tear through her panties.

She screamed behind the gag in her mouth as I thrust brutally. I wasn't
interested in her pleasure or being gentle, but only in satisfying my desire
to climax. I drove my shaft in to the hilt and quickened my rhythm. I looked
down into vacant, unfocused, eyes. 'Pussy,' I thought as I erupted. "Ahh," I
moaned as I came, my cum shooting from my pussy drenching her and the pile of
clothing she lay on.

I withdrew my 'she-cock' from Joanne and stood up. I walked to the side of the
bed and looked at the helpless Jeff. He was erect again and I smiled at his
pitiful cock. 'Such a waste,' I thought.

I climbed on the bed and straddled his head, facing his feet. I pulled
Joanne's panties from his mouth, tossing them towards, Joanne. As I lowered my
clit to his lips I saw that the wet panties landed on the woman. I laughed to
myself. I knew he could taste my cum and ground my pussy hard against his jaw.
'Hmm," I thought, 'I might allow myself one more orgasm.'

I moved my hips slowly savoring the sensation. Instinctively I reached out and
grasped his erect cock and began to stroke him. As my desire increased so did
my stroking. Soon, my hand was a blur as he sent a small geyser of semen
skyward. I was reaching my climax, my hips swaying, grinding my pussy into his
mouth. With a shudder I climaxed and began to slow my rhythm.

Lifting my body from his, I stepped off the bed. Only then did I see the
carnage my pelvis had done. His face was a bloody mess; broken nose, shattered
jaw, several broken teeth and his tongue hung from an orifice that had once
been his mouth. Blood and my cum was everywhere. I felt for a pulse, but knew
that he was dead.

I knelt beside Joanne and felt her carotid artery for a pulse, but I didn't
feel any. Her eyes were still open, staring sightlessly at the wall. 'I guess
I had fucked them to death,' I thought as I stood up and caught sight of
myself in the mirror above the dresser. My body glistened with beads of sweat,
my muscles were defined by all of the exercise but the vision was only marred
by Jeff's blood smeared on my pubis.

I padded to the shower and let the water run, warming up. I stood under the
spray, allowing the water to cascade from by body, and used Joanne's scented
soap to scrub away the blood.

I toweled off as I walked back into the bedroom, the view out of the bedroom
window was so peaceful, serene, but the death and destruction in the room
could only be called horrific. 'Now the police, crime scene technicians and
medical examiner will have to get busy,' I thought, but I knew they would find
not trace leading back to me; after all, they'd be looking for a human
perpetrator.

I found my bathing suit, and collected my beach bag. Before leaving the
bedroom, I put on a pair of Joanne's silk pair of panties, this one black with
a small skull and cross bones across the front and back panel. 'How
appropriate,' I thought as I transported myself home.