Eve - Muscle Mistress
Chapter 7
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com


Annika, Inga's older sister had joined our staff. She had gone through a
bitter divorce and come to California to start a new life. A new, radical life
... as it turned out, Annika was a 'rare find'.

Annika had been with us now for about two weeks. She seemed to be working out
well, picking up on the household routine, helping her sister, and becoming
more comfortable without clothes in our 'unconventional home'. With Inga's
urging, Annika worked out religiously and now had a firmer body and a healthy
tan. I noticed she was drawing the attention of both Adam and Urbano.

Adam and Urbano had removed the furniture from the beach house and moved in
the new pieces that I bought. I had had the locks changed and a service man
come out and check the spa, making sure it was running. Cable installer and
utility men had also come by to take care of their various utilities. Annika
was now living at the beach house straightening up and taking care of the
day-to-day details.

One thing missing was an outside shower to rinse the sand off after a day at
the beach. Annika and I were standing on the side of the house where the
shower was to be installed. "John will be here at ten o'clock," I told her,
"he's usually prompt. You needn't hang around, but make sure he finishes the
work and that the pipes are securely fastened to the wall, do you have any
questions?" "No, mistress," she answered. "Good, I'll be back by mid-afternoon
to check on everything," I said. "Yes, mistress," she replied.

Annika went back along the side walkway while I went toward the front of the
house and transported myself to my appointment.

Back in the house, Annika busied herself making a list of kitchen gadgets that
needed to be purchased. She and Olivia would go shopping later, time
permitting.

At quarter to eleven, John rang the doorbell. "I'm here to put in the outside
shower," he told Annika once she answered the door. "You're late, do you know
where to install it?" she said. "I think so, but show me," he said. Annika
stepped by the plumber and walked to the side of the house where we had been
standing. She pointed out the location.

"Do you want that connected to the hot water as well?" John asked. This is
something we hadn't discussed, but Annika said, "Yes." "Could you open the
garage door, I'll need to run a line to the hot water heater then," he asked,
"and, oh, I'll need to turn off the water supply."

With the water to the house shut off, Annika sat on a chaise lounge in the
back yard, staring at the ocean and the circling gulls. It was warm so as she
had become accustomed, she removed her shorts and T-shirt. Now, warmed by the
sun and the ocean breeze, she fell asleep.

It was a little over an hour when she woke and it took her a moment to realize
that she was in the shade. Not really in the shade, it was John's shadow that
covered her face and chest. Annika quickly threw an arm across her chest
covering her breasts, "Wh-what do you want," she asked. "I, ah, I just wanted
you to take a look at the shower," John said, "please, don't tell Mistress
Eve, I wasn't spying on you."

Annika got to her feet and grabbed the towel from the chaise, wrapping it
around her chest and torso. John started in the direction of the side yard and
looked back to see if Annika was following. It appeared to Annika that he had
done a good job. The shower head was about seven feet above the walkway,
sufficient for Eve to step under. She looked at John and said, "Is the water
on?" "Yes, ma'am," he said, "I turned it on just before I came in the back
yard." She glanced down at his crotch and said, "You came in the back yard?"
John's face reddened and he said, "Ah, you know what I mean, I turned the
water on before I found you in the back yard."

Annika smiled to herself, she liked the assertiveness she had gained since
living with Eve. 'For the first time in my life, I feel as if I'm in control,'
she thought. "I may as well try it out then," she said and handed John her
towel and turned on the water. At first nothing happened and then there was a
hiss from the shower head. "Air in the line," John said, seconds before the
water flowed. Annika adjusted the valves and the water warmed. "Works like a
charm," John said, not taking his eyes from the naked Annika.

Annika turned off the valves and took the towel from the plumber, and ran it
across her chest and down her front. She then handed him the towel back and
turned, saying over her shoulder, "Dry my back." "Yes, ma'am," John said,
admiring the woman's back and butt. She turned around and took the towel from
him, but didn't bother to use it to cover herself this time.

"Come in the backyard and you can write out your bill, I'll give it to
Mistress Eve," she told him and he followed her to the rear yard. "You can sit
there," she said indicating a chair at an umbrella covered patio table. Annika
spread her towel out once more on the lounge and lay down, this time on her
stomach, watching John. She watched John as he busied himself writing out the
invoice. She noticed he stole glances of her frequently.

Standing, John approached her and handed the paper to her while stealing
another look at her firm butt and back. "Here's the invoice, ma'am, and, ahh,
well, I wrote my cell number on it if you ever want to go have coffee or
something," he said. Annika smiled to herself, but said, "Thank you, John;
I'll be sure Mistress Eve gets this." He hesitated as if to say more, but then
turned and walked along the side yard and through the gate to his truck.
Annika got up and padded into the house. She sat the invoice on the counter in
the kitchen and then went to her room.

Annika's room was on the opposite side of the house from Eve's master suite
(or perhaps that should be 'mistress suite'). A large window afforded her a
view of the patio and the Pacific beyond. 'Mistress Eve should be back soon,'
she thought glancing at the clock, 'just enough time for a shower'.

She turned on the shower and it hissed like the outside shower before the
water started to flow. 'Air in the pipes', she thought. She adjusted the
temperature and then stepped into the cascading water. As she worked the soap
into a lather she thought of John and maybe calling him. She wondered what
sort of a lover he would be; slow, taking his time to please her, or fast,
eager to please himself? Soon she realized she was fondling herself, something
she hadn't done in years. She brought herself to a climax, her eyes held
tightly shut. Once the ecstasy passed she opened her eyes and was startled to
see me on the outside of the glass shower panel watching her, a smile on my
face.

Annika quickly turned off the taps and opened the shower enclosure door.
"Mistress Eve, I wasn't expecting you so soon." I smiled at her and said,
"Don't be embarrassed, Annika, you're a grown woman, you can pleasure yourself
whenever you want, you look like a kid who got caught looking at a sex
magazine by their mother." "Thank you, mistress," Annika said, "Did you see
the outside shower?" "Yes, yes I did," I said, "it looks like John did a good
job". "I left his invoice on the counter in the kitchen, mistress," she said.
"I saw it, as usual, he gave me a good price," I said, "but I'm curious as to
why he wrote 'thank you for the show, please call me'."

Annika smiled and said, "I fell asleep in the backyard and when he was
finished he found me there, naked. I believe that is the 'show' that he was
referring to." "Were you embarrassed?" I asked. "At first, mistress," Annika
said, "but I could tell I was in control." "Men can be both frustrating and
easily controlled," I told her, "Keep that in mind when dealing with the
opposite sex, Annika." "Yes, mistress," she said.

"I've made a list of things I need for the kitchen," she said, "Perhaps Olivia
and I can go shopping tomorrow and pick up a few items." "That's a good idea,
but check with Olivia first," I said.

The following day, I had work to do in my office and I never cared for
shopping anyway, so Olivia and Annika went to a store specializing in kitchen
wear. Olivia looked over Annika's list and suggested a few essentials that
were overlooked. Both women were dressed casually; Olivia in shorts and
T-shirt, Annika in leggings and a jersey pullover.

Olivia had the shopping cart in the last aisle of the store, while Annika went
up front to retrieve an item. "Can I help you, miss?" the portly store manager
asked of Olivia. "No thank you, we're finding everything." "Where's that
accent from," he asked. "Italy," she replied. "Hmm," he said, "I love Italian
women," and leered at her, "is it true that Italian women love to be pinched
on their butts?" Olivia rolled her eyes and said, "That's ridiculous, no woman
wants to be pinched."

The manager moved closer along the side of the shopping cart. "You never know,
honey," he said, "let's give it a try." "Get away from me," Olivia said as the
store manager moved even closer and tried to take hold of her arm.

"Get away from her," Annika said, pushing the man's arm away from Olivia.
"Another spirited bitch," the man hissed. "Who are you calling a bitch, you
fat pig," Annika said. "Watch your mouth, lady," he said. "Or what?" she said.
Now Olivia was standing with her back to the shelving watching Annika and the
store manager exchanging words, her hands cupped over her mouth.

"Or I'll kick your ass, you prick," Annika said. The man lunged for Annika and
she deflected his arm as she drove her knee up into the man's crotch. The blow
had the desired effect, the man crumpled to the concrete in a fetal position,
hands cupping his genitals.

"Come on Olivia," Annika said, "Let's get out of here," and took Olivia by the
wrist and pulled her toward the front of the store. Both women walked out into
the parking lot and were halfway to the car when Olivia said, "I left my purse
in the shopping cart." "Wait in the car, I'll go get your purse," Annika said.
Olivia took Annika's forearm, "Maybe we should call Mistress Eve." "No, I'll
take care of it," Annika said and headed back into the store.

The shopping cart was gone as was the store manager. Annika pushed through the
doors at the back of the store and saw the shopping cart outside a door
labeled, 'Manager.' Without knocking, she threw the door open. The manager now
sat at his desk with his feet up, Olivia's purse on the desk. He was going
through her wallet.

"Missing something, bitch?" the man hissed and laughed. "Put that wallet back
you bastard and give me that purse," Annika said. "You want it, come and get
it," he said putting his feet down and standing up. Annika made a quick grab
for the purse, but the manager grabbed her wrist and pulled he across the
desk. Papers and pens fell to the floor as did Olivia's purse. The man was
surprisingly quick for a big man.

With one motion, the man pulled Annika's top up along her back until it pinned
her arms. Quickly he went to the other side of the desk and pulled on her hair
so that she stood up. She felt his clammy hand on one of her breasts and his
breath against her ear. "Nice tits, bitch," he whispered and pinched her
nipple. He ran his hand down her abs and under the waistband of her leggings.
An inch from her pubis, his hand suddenly vanished as did his grasp on her
hair.

Now free, Annika pulled her top down and spun around. I had a hand around the
man's throat and had him pinned against the door, his heels kicking as he
tried to free himself with both hands tearing at my wrist.

I looked over at Annika, "Are you all right, baby?" I asked. "Yea, yes,
mistress," she said, "but how ... " "Olivia called me," I said, cutting her
off. "You've come a long way in a very short period of time," I continued,
"but you have a long way to go when dealing with men." The man's struggling
was become weak, his kicking slowing. I knew he would pass out in seconds and
if I held him against the wall for a minute or two longer, he'd die. I threw
him to the side and he nearly caught himself on the edge of a table, but went
down, one arm breaking his fall, the other massaging his neck.

I whirled on him and standing with my feet apart and hands on my hips glared
down at the man. "Here's what's going to happen, you shit," I said, "you're
going to bag up all the stuff in that shopping cart outside. You are going to
apologize to my two girls and if I ever hear of you groping women or your
employees I'm going to personally come back here and rip that little piece of
flesh you call a cock off of you and jam it down your throat, do you
understand?' He tried to say something but it came out as a croak, so he
nodded.

"Good," I said, "Get on your feet sissy-boy and take that cart to the front
and bag it up." I opened the door and he shuffled out and pushed the cart to
the checkout stands, Annika and I following.

Olivia was waiting there, arms folded across her chest. The clerk looked at
her manager questioningly when she saw him pushing the shopping cart followed
by Annika and myself. "I got this one, Judy," he said in a raspy voice.

The salesgirl stepped out of the checkout stand and manager began bagging the
items Olivia had had in the cart, working in silence. Once he placed the last
item in the bag, I said, "Now for the apology." Annika and Olivia stood
side-by-side and the manager turned to them and said, "I'm sorry ladies, I was
out of line, please accept my apology." They both nodded as I wrote my number
on a scrap of paper and handed it to the salesgirl.

As the store manager looked on I told the girl, "If he ever so much as makes
an unwanted advance on you or another customer, call that number and I'll come
and deal with him, do you understand?" Her eyes darted from me to the manager
and back and she nodded, not saying a word. "I'll see you at home, girls," I
said before walking out of the store and transporting myself home.

By the time they got out of the store, I was gone. "Where did she go," Annika
asked Olivia as they pushed the cart towards the car. "She just vanished,"
Olivia said, "she does that and then she'll show up somewhere else. It's like
magic, you'll see."

Olivia dropped Annika at the beach house and the two carried their bags into
the kitchen. "Are you upset that I called Mistress Eve," Olivia asked. "No, of
course not," Annika said, "As it turned out, I'm glad you did, I think that
store manager would have raped me if you hadn't." "I'm glad I did too," Olivia
said, "I just didn't want you to be mad at me." Annika stopped removing things
from the bag in front of her and turned to Olivia and kissed her on the lips.
Olivia held her tight against her chest and explored Annika's body with her
hands.

Stepping back Olivia pulled her T-shirt over her head and began removing her
shorts. "Does Mistress Eve mind if we make love?" Annika asked. Olivia
chuckled lightly, "No, silly, just the opposite, although our mistress always
comes first." Annika began removing her leggings. "Does that apply for having
sex with Adam or Urbano?" Annika asked. "Certainly," Olivia replied, "You
haven't been with either of them?" Annika shook her head and then lifted her
top over her head. "Hmm," Olivia said as she embraced Annika, "they are both
skilled lovers and will keep you on the edge of an orgasm for as long as you
can stand." Olivia then kissed Annika passionately before Annika could speak.

The two women moved to Annika's bedroom. "Who is the best lover," Annika asked
as they embraced on the bed. "Beside Mistress Eve?" Olivia said, "I'd have to
say Urbano. His cock is huge and he's experienced in how to please a woman,
not that Adam or Mistress Eve isn't." Olivia was rubbing her pubis against
Annika's and the feeling was fantastic, Annika thought. "But Mistress Eve
isn't like Adam or Urbano," Annika whispered in Olivia's ear. Breathing
heavily, Olivia laughed lightly and said, "No, Mistress Eve is like no one
else you or I have ever been with. She can make love like a woman or a man.
She is very skilled at both."

By now it was hard for Annika to concentrate on anything but reaching an
orgasm. Both women had beads of sweat covering their body as they climaxed
together. "Hmm," Olivia sighed, "That was wonderful, Annika, thank you." They
lay their together in each other's arms. "So, Mistress Eve makes love like a
man?" Annika asked. "Oh, yes," Olivia said, "I'm surprised that you and her
haven't had sex yet." Now Annika lay there thinking of Mistress Eve, questions
running through her mind. 'When I was married,' Annika thought, 'My sister
never mentioned anything about her life here in California other than she was
a housekeeper for a very wealthy woman'.

That evening after Olivia had gone; Annika sat at the beach house eating her
dinner. She had just finished and was rinsing the dishes when she turned
around and discovered me standing there. "Oh, Mistress Eve," she said, "You
startled me." I walked to her and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead,
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," I said, "I thought I'd come by and see how
you're doing after that incident at the kitchen store." "I'm fine," she said,
"Thank you for pulling that man off of me, I hate to think what would have
happened if Olivia hadn't called."

"Mentioning Liv," I said, "she said that you and her had sex and you seemed
confused about my sexual orientation, is that right?" She looked at me for
some time before she said, "Yes, but I just was curious ... " I put a finger
to her lips to silence her. "Shh," I said, "That's all right, baby, but you
need to talk to me. Ask me whatever it is on your mind."

Annika blushed slightly but then said, "Olivia said that you can have sex like
a man or a woman, is that true?" I had known that it was only a matter of time
until I had to tell Annika about me, she was inquisitive and I knew she was
destined for bigger things than being a housekeeper. "Yes," I said,
"Outwardly, I resemble a woman. I have a vagina like you, although I've
conditioned mine to be strong yet independent." "What does that mean," she
asked. "Well," I said, "my vaginal muscles are strong enough that I could
crush a man's penis or cause him severe pain and they are independent enough
that I can bring him to a climax by merely stroking his shaft with my vaginal
muscles alone, not thrusting my hips."

"And what about performing sex like a man?" she asked. "That too," I said, "As
I said, outwardly I resemble a woman, one with a large clitoris, but my clit,
when erect, is like a man's erection. That is how I have sex with Olivia and
your sister. That or as two women would," and I smiled, "it's however my
partner wants me." I stroked her breast and her nipple responded. "How do you
want me?" I asked, but before she could respond, I held her close and kissed
the nape of her neck.

I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom and sat her on the end of my
bed. "Make me hard, Annika," I said, "make your mistress hard." She began to
probe my clit with the tip of her tongue and I could feel my erection grow.
When my flaccid clit was perhaps three-inches, she took me between her lips
and pulled back. "Hmm," I murmured, "That feels good, baby." At four-inches,
she took my shaft between her thumb and forefinger and gently stroked me. As I
neared six-inches, Annika said, "Oh, mistress, your cock is amazing." I
laughed and put a hand to her cheek, "Tonight it's just for you, my pet." My
abdominals were tense and as she took my shaft in the palm of one hand, she
brushed my abs with her other. I was fully erect at eight-inches as she once
again began to kiss my 'she-cock'.

I struck a double bicep pose and she stopped to admire my 'guns'. She stood
and stepped behind me, her head coming to my shoulders where she kissed my
neck. Annika reached in front of me and cupped my breasts and then began to
pinch my nipples. Those two small orbs erect, she moved her hands down my lats
and then took my shaft in both hands and playfully squeezed. "I love you," she
whispered against my shoulder blade.

'I think this is the first time anyone had told me that,' I thought, 'I know
they love to be dominated and have sex with me, but actually love me?' I
turned and sat on the edge of the bed, my cock pointed at the ceiling. "Ride
my cock," I told her, and she knelt on the bed and straddled my hips. The tip
of my 'she-cock' nearly reached her vagina as she straddled me. Slowly she
lowered herself onto me. She took her time, lowering herself, and then raising
a bit, and then lowering some more. Ten, and then twelve minutes passed.
Finally I was totally engulfed within her vagina and I rolled to my right so
that I was on top of her.

I kissed the nape of her neck once more and began my rhythmic thrusting. I had
been with many men and women, but Annika was unique, I could feel it and it
wasn't only the sex that we were having. "Uhh," she said softly as she
climaxed first once and then a second time. "Hmm," she said softly, "please,
mistress, don't stop."

'I couldn't stop if I wanted to,' I thought, 'at least not until I came.' I
quickened my tempo all the while Annika ran her hand over my back and butt.
Her finger found my vagina and somehow began to massage me. With a several
more firm, hard thrusts, I had the best orgasm ever. To sum it up, it would be
'epic'. I slowed my rhythm and collapsed in her arms.

We lay there, Annika with her arms wrapped around me, catching our breath.
"Did I please you, mistress?" she asked. I kissed her marvelous mouth and
said, "Absolutely, my pet, and are you satisfied?" She laughed softly and
said, "As no other woman could be. If I may speak plainly, mistress, you're my
muscle stud." I kissed her once again, my tongue delving deep into her mouth.

"Mistress," Annika said, "you said your vagina is strong, that you could hurt
a man's cock, but how strong is that?" I thought a moment and then asked, "Do
you have a vibrator, Annika?" She hesitated a bit and then said, "Yes, why?"
"Give it to me," I said and rolled from on top of her so that I was on my back
propped up by my elbows.

Annika went to the dresser and returned with an eight-inch long pink vibrator
with a twist switch at the end, similar to the one I destroyed at this house a
few weeks earlier. I smiled as I reminisced about that afternoon. She held it
out to me but I said, "Turn it on and insert it a couple of inches into my
vagina." She twisted the base and it hummed to life.

I love the feel of a buzzing vibrator against my clit, and would have welcomed
the opportunity to play with the sex toy, but I wanted to show Annika the
'power of my pussy'. She held it in place for a second watching and then
slowly inserted it. I tensed my abs and tightened my vaginal muscles pulling
the rubberized plastic shaft into me. As I did she let go.

"That's amazing, mistress," Annika commented as I ran it in and out several
times before taking it all the way inside me. "If you put your ear to my
pelvis you can still hear the vibration." She did, and then drew back. "I can
hear it," she said. "Now watch," I said as I tensed my abdominals, grinding my
vaginal muscles together. The buzzing stopped and I loosened my hold on the
vibrator, ejecting it from my vagina. It came out in two pieces, cracked down
the entire length.

"Oh, my god," Annika said, "that is awesome, you have to be the strongest
woman in the world," and she lay back on top of me resting her head on the top
of my chest. "I hope you don't mind that I broke your vibrator," I said. She
laughed and raised her head looking me in the eye and said, "I don't mind as
long as you'll be my 'vibrator'."

We woke at the same time the next morning, Annika with an arm draped across my
chest, her one leg bent and over mine. "Good morning, mistress," she said,
"would you like some breakfast?" I smiled and said, "If you're on the menu, my
pet," and I ran a hand through her hair.

I left at mid-morning for an appointment, but not until I had climaxed three
more times. Annika was rare find, thanks to her sister, Inga.