Eve - Muscle Mistress
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 10


Adam was set to leave me, but would a fatal mistake on his part be enough to
make him stay? 'Time will tell', I thought, but in the meantime, I had a bit
of experimenting to do.

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"I need a change and I've met someone," Adam said, "I hope we can still remain
friends, mistress." I felt like screaming and breaking his neck, but I said,
"I understand, when will you be leaving?" 'What the hell are you going to do,'
I thought, 'All I ever required of you is to run errands and put that huge
cock of yours to use servicing me.'

"I'll be moving out this weekend," Adam said, "Is that OK, mistress?" I should
have said, "Get out now," but I didn't. "That will be fine, Adam, I hope
you're making the right choice," I said instead. "I believe I am and I want to
thank you for all you've done for me," he said, "What you have taught me has
made Lori a very happy woman." 'Lori,' I thought, 'probably some blonde bimbo
with fake tits and no muscle tone.' "I'm sure you and Lori will be very
happy," I said, "Perhaps I'll meet her someday."

"I'm glad you said that because she'll be here this weekend to help me move,"
Adam said. 'Oh, goody,' I thought, 'maybe she can bake me brownies or
something.' "I look forward to seeing her," I said. 'I'll try to be away from
the house,' I thought.

I left the room and stifled a scream. If Adam hadn't served me well, I would
have been angry with him, but he and his nearly fourteen inch cock had
provided me with hours of pleasure. Now some bimbo named Lori would be getting
her brains fucked by that beautiful shaft. 'I need to get away for a few hours
and relax,' I thought.

I transported myself to the beach house. As I walked in, I could hear the
vacuum running at the rear of the house. I stood in the doorway to my bedroom
watching Annika vacuum the soft pile carpet. She had her back to me and was
looking at the carpet, making patterns with the machine as she ran it back and
forth over the pile.

'She has a beautiful butt and toned back and legs,' I thought as I watched.
She must have sensed my presences as she turned off the machine and looked at
me in the mirror. "Have you been watching me long, mistress," she asked,
facing the mirror. I smiled and said, "Long enough my pet."

Her complexion had taken on a healthy golden color from lounging in the sun on
the back patio. From behind, I ran a hand over her chest, flicking a nipple
with my index finger, and then continuing down to her shaved pubis. "Hmm," she
said, "Is mistress horny?" and she chuckled. "Yes," I whispered in her ear as
I could feel my clit begin to stir, pressing against the small of her back.

"I can help with that," she said and she smiled. "I know you can, my pet," I
said softly cupping her breasts in my hands. "Hmm," she said, "You have such
strong hands." Even though Annika was physically fit, she sometimes liked to
play the defenseless maiden when we had sex. I gave her breasts a playful
squeeze.

I nibbled on her trapezius muscle and she tilted her head to afford me access.
I turned her to face me and gently pushed down on her shoulders until she was
kneeling before me. She took my clit orally without being told, her hands
exploring my thighs, calves and my firm butt. I laced my fingers and put my
hands behind my head, tensing my abdominals. The resulting muscle definition
reminded me of moguls on a mini-ski run. Annika looked up while still
pleasuring me and then ran a hand lightly over my abs. I climaxed quickly as
she lapped my labia and pussy.

Standing up, I told her, "Adam is moving out." She stared at me for a full
minute and then asked, "Are you alright with that?" "I'm not sure," I said,
"He's a wonderful lover and I've spent hours training him, but he's met
someone." She ran her hands over my chest and breasts. "No one that could
compare to you, mistress," Annika said, "You could persuade him to stay." I
smiled at her and said, "Yes, but it may be good to find someone new, someone
to train," and I chuckled, "you know, someone to break."

Annika smiled and nodded. She was a better fit for my house than I could have
hoped for. She embraced her new life here in California and had strived to
please me both sexually and by working hard at keeping the beach house clean
and tidy. 'She could become a mistress herself, someday,' I thought.

"Oh, mistress, I found some needles and drugs from the previous owners when I
was cleaning under the bathroom cabinet," Annika said, "they were in the back
corner in a small wooden box." "Did you get rid of everything," I asked. "No,
mistress," she said, "I wanted to check with you first." "Show me, my pet," I
said.

Annika left the bedroom and returned a minute later with a wooden box. It
resembled a small jewelry box, made of both light and dark woods. I opened it
and found two small plastic envelopes filled with white powder and one with a
tan powder. Under these were four syringes still in their sterile wrappers.
"You may flush the drugs down the toilet, Annika," I said, handing her the
three packets. "Yes, mistress," she said and turned toward the bathroom.
Seconds later I heard the toilet flush.

"And what of the needles?" she asked upon her return. I looked at them in my
hand, and then my gaze went to a large vein in my forearm. "Let's try a little
experiment," I said as I ripped open the plastic wrap of one of the syringes.
I poised the tip of the needle above the vein in my forearm and withdrew about
fifteen cc's of 'blood'. What I had coursing through my veins looked similar
to human blood, but was actually far more resilient to disease, virus' and
infection, not to mention that it was 'supercharged' with growth hormones. I
looked at the small vial containing the blood I had just withdrawn, it was a
deep burgundy color that looked fairly thick.

"Let me see your arm, Annika," I said. She looked at me hesitantly and I said,
"It's OK," when in truth, I wasn't sure how it would be, mixing my blood with
that of humans. I had never done it before. She put her elbow in my hand and I
told her, "Make a fist and squeeze, I want to see a vein in this arm." She did
and a small vein rose to the surface. I stuck the tip of the needle into the
tissue and slowly depressed the syringes plunger. When I was done, I carefully
withdrew it from her arm and a small bead of blood sprang to the surface. I
touched it with the tip of my forefinger and then sucked my finger clean.

"What do you think will happen, mistress," Annika asked as she held a finger
on the crook of her arm where I had injected her. "I'm not really sure," I
said being brutally honest, "But I'm hoping that by me giving you some of my
blood that you're muscle development will increase as well as your
metabolism." She smiled at me and said, "That would be wonderful, mistress."
We sat on the bed for fifteen minutes, waiting, for what I wasn't quite sure,
and then a half-hour passed and still nothing apparent happened. Finally I
said to Annika, "I must be going, but I will be back tonight," and I gave her
a kiss.

I traveled back to my main house. Adam had several boxes stacked near the
front door. As I walked through the living room to my office, Adam came from
his bedroom carrying a small duffel bag. "Oh, mistress, you're back," Adam
said, setting the duffel atop the boxes. "I'd like for you to meet Lori, Lori,
this is Mistress Eve." A petite girl of, perhaps, twenty-five peered around
Adam, "Hi," she said her eyes going wide as she saw me naked. She was a mouse
of a girl, the antithesis of me, I thought.

"Hello," I said, stepping forward and extending my hand. She looked up at me
with doe brown eyes and tentatively extended her hand, which I swallowed in my
palm. I resisted the urge to crush her hand in mine and said, "It's nice to
meet you." "Thank you," she said, "It's nice to meet you as well; Adam has
told me all about you." "Has he now," I said and turned to Adam whose face had
gone red. "Tell me, Lori, what has Adam told you?" I asked.

Now clearly uncomfortable, I looked from Adam to Lori and back. "Well, he
mentioned how he lives here with you and takes care of things, run's errands,
and helps you with whatever you need." "Uh-huh," I said, "and did he tell you
about servicing me and fulfilling my desires?" Lori blinked rapidly several
times, so I continued, "Yes, sometimes when I'm in need of a male bed-mate, I
let Adam pleasure me. He's really quite good you know, he can maintain an
erection for several hours and he really has a marvelous tongue and mouth, has
he brought you to a climax yet simply by using his tongue?"

The young woman looked back and forth between Adam and I. Adam glared at me
and I smiled at him and said, "No? Wait, you two haven't had sex yet, right?
Adam, baby, does she even know how large of a cock you have?" Lori's head
snapped around to look at Adam. "Show her," I said, "Take those shorts off and
show her your cock, Adam!" "Eve, please," Adam said. "What!" I said raising my
voice. "Err, ah-mistress, please, don't make me ... " I held up a hand and
said sternly, "Take the shorts off, Adam, now!"

Adam looked like he was about to turn and run, but he unsnapped the button of
his shorts and allowed them to fall to the floor. His penis hung to its
flaccid twelve-inches.

"Ahh," I said and reached for his member. He pulled back and I slapped his
face, not hard, but hard enough to get my point across. "Don't pull away from
me, Adam, you may go live with little Lori here, but you will always belong to
me until I tell you that I'm done with you, do you understand?" I said.
"Ye-yes, mistress," he mumbled. I took his shaft in the palm of my hand,
hefting the weight, and stroked it with my other hand. "See, Lori," I said,
looking at the girl as I petted Adams cock, "Adam is quite well endowed. You
are a very lucky woman. Have you ever been with a man as big as Adam?" She
didn't respond, but just stood there looking down at his cock resting in my
hand. Slowly she tore her eyes away from his member and looked up at me and
shook her head. I chuckled and said, "It's impressive, isn't it?" Her gaze
fell once again on his manhood which was quickly becoming erect. I smiled to
myself.

Lori was wearing a light blue tank top and a pair of cotton shorts. 'Very
preppy,' I thought and almost laughed. "Get on your knees and kiss his
manhood," I told her. "Mistress!" Adam said, and I let go of his penis and
took him roughly by the arm. "Tell her, Adam," I said, "tell her to make love
to your cock, you know you want to." Adam winced with pain as I gripped his
arm. "Lori, make love to my cock," he said softly between clenched teeth while
still looking me in the eye.

"Go on," I said to the girl, not looking at her, but at Adam, "down on your
knees; take his cock." Lori slowly knelt before Adam. With one finger, I
lifted his cock so that it was an inch from Lori's lips. "Take him," I
commanded. She leaned forward and I watched as she first kissed the head of
his penis and then I looked at Adam whose eyes were shut, head back slightly.
I knew Adam was fighting a losing battle to stifle his erection. But with my
touch and Lori kissing the head of his cock, it was futile. Much to her
credit, se let her lips play along his penis' entire length. Adam was fully
erect, a magnificent fourteen inches in length.

Adam put one hand on the back of Lori's head and steadied her while he began
to thrust his hips, slowly. I smiled and stepped behind feeling his back
against my chest. I placed a hand on each of his hips, and I could feel my
clit growing as I came in contact with his back.

I entered Adam from behind and his thrusting increased, both hands holding the
young girl's head firmly in place. I held Adams body against mine as I pumped
in rhythm with his hips. After several minutes, we climaxed together. "Ahh," I
said, "That was fantastic." "Hmm," Adam moaned, "yes it was," and then the
realization of what he had done came to him as he looked down at Lori.

I looked over Adams shoulder, and at first it appeared as if nothing was
wrong. She was still kneeling on the floor, Adams penis still in her mouth,
however, now rather than holding his shaft, her arms hung loosely against her
sides. He pushed her head away from his penis and released his hold on her
head. For several seconds she continued to kneel there, but then she slowly
crumbled to the floor. That's when I noticed blood on his shaft. "Looks like
Lori couldn't handle you, big boy," I said whispering in his ear. "What should
I do, mistress," he asked, now turning to look at me, panic in his voice. I
put my hand to my mouth as if to stifle a yawn and said, "I don't know, Adam,
she's your friend." "Please, mistress," he said, "Should I call the police,
should I get rid of the body." "Well, first, check to see if that little mouse
is dead," I said and he knelt by her on the floor feeling for a pulse. A
minute passed and he looked up, "She's gone," he said. Her jaw hung slack and
her mouth was bloodied. I could see that several teeth had been knocked out,
and were probably in her throat.

"We're certainly not calling the police, Adam," I said, "Does she have any
family? Did she bring a purse? We'll get rid of the body, put plastic in the
back of her car." Adam said nothing and only looked at me wide eyed, but then
scurried off to get the car ready, I picked up Lori who only weighed about
ninety pounds and took her to the driveway where Adam had backed her car in.
Adam had plastic spread across the rear seat. I laid her there.

"Get her purse and whatever else she brought," I said. He returned with a
sweater and the woman's purse. I tossed the sweater on top of the body and
then looked in the purse. I took the wallet out and extracted the money.
Looking at the driver's license I saw that she was twenty-four and lived not
too far away.

We drove to her condo. "Does she have a roommate?" I asked. "No, I was going
to take the second bedroom," Adam said. "Good, bring her sweater and purse," I
told him, and threw the girl over my shoulder like a sack of flour.

Adam unlocked the door and we went in. He turned the light on and I found
Lori's bedroom, and I laid the girl on the bed and immediately began to strip
the clothes from her. "What are you doing?" Adam asked. "Staging the scene," I
said, "I want this to look as if she died at the hands of a sex act gone
wrong, which is pretty much what happened. Why don't you take off, I'll finish
up here." He looked around the bedroom and one last time at the girl on the
bed, then at me. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yes, get out of here," I said,
"I've got to make this look convincing."

Adam left and I began to pull open dresser drawers emptying the contents on
the floor. I wadded a pair of red satin panties and stuffed them in the girl's
mouth. In her bathroom I emptied the shelves of her medicine cabinet onto the
counter.

Back in the bedroom, an inspection of the nightstand revealed a battery
operated vibrator. 'Good for you, Lori,' I thought, and I pushed it into her
vagina. I looked around the bedroom and it looked in disarray. 'Good,' I
thought, and walked back to the living room where I tipped over furniture and
sent books flying from a shelf.

I turned the lock and pulled the door shut with my T-shirt. Standing a foot
from the closed, locked, front door, I shoulder it and the lock and door jamb
splintered sending pieces of wood across the entry hall. I turned and walked
away, transporting myself once again to the beach house.

It was late and the house was quiet and dark. Annika had gone to bed. I pulled
her covers back and lay next to her back, bringing my arm across hers. "Hmm,"
she said, facing away from me, "I was dreaming about you." I chuckled and
said, "And here I am, who said dreams don't come true?"

She rolled over so that she was now facing me. Even though it was dark in the
room, I could tell something was different. She put her arm around my body and
we held each other. Her body felt amazing next to mine. She kissed my lips,
parting them with her tongue and explored my mouth.

I ran my hand down the small of her back, enjoying the feel of the curve and
then her rock hard butt. Annika rolled and took me with her so that I was now
on top of her, my breasts pressed against hers. "Hmm, mistress," she said
softly, "You're making me hot." I laughed lightly, and said, "Then you're not
alone," as my 'she-cock' stiffened.

Soon, I was inside her, thrusting slowly. I interlocked our fingers and held
her hands pinned to the mattress on either side of her head, kissing her neck
and nibbling on her earlobe. For the better part of an hour I brought Annika
to the brink of climax and back. "Please, mistress, I need to come," she
pleaded, and then I felt her vaginal muscles tighten on my shaft and they
began to have a rhythm of their own. Soon I was unable to restrain myself and
I climaxed with a shudder.

We collapsed in each other's arms and lay there until our breathing returned
to normal. I loved the feel of her body beneath mine. It was then that,
without getting up, I turned and reached for the bedside lamp. As the light
went on I looked down at Annika. The transformation was remarkable compared to
when I had seen her earlier in the day. I knelt between her legs to better see
her. Her abdominals were taught with small moguls of muscle, her trapezius was
larger, her breasts seemed firmer but the most noticeable change was her
biceps. They were defined even in a relaxed state. Her arms weren't as large
as mine, but she had the cut appearance of someone who spent hours in the gym.

"What is it, mistress," she asked with a degree of alarm in her voice, "is
something wrong?" "No, baby," I said, "Nothing is wrong and everything is
right, go look in the mirror," I said, stepping off the end of the bed.

As she stepped in front of the mirror, she slowly ran her hands down her sides
and then over her flat stomach. She bent her arm and flexed her bicep causing
the muscle to contract into a small but firm bump. She turned and looked at me
and smiled and then once again admired herself in the mirror. I smiled as I
stepped behind her. She hadn't grown height-wise, but she was definitely
broader across the shoulders.

"How do you feel, baby," I asked. "Strong," she said, "I feel stronger and
more alive than I've ever felt in my life. Thank you." She turned and looked
over her shoulder at her image. Her back was defined and her butt firm. She
flexed her butt and I saw the striation of the muscles. I ran a hand over the
surface feeling the rock hard muscle.

She looked up into my eyes and said, "Will this transformation last,
mistress?" "I'm not sure, baby," I said looking down at her, "so we must enjoy
the moment." I picked her up and took her back to the bed. I knelt between her
legs and looked at her clit. "It looks like you little 'seed pod' has grown,"
I said, and she craned her neck to look at her pelvis. She touched herself
with a forefinger, exploring. At her own touch, she put her head back on the
pillow and closed her eyes. I watched as she teased her clit and then explored
her vagina and labia.

I moved her hand and laid on top of her, our pubis touching. "Umm," she said
softly, "I need you inside me, mistress." I felt my 'she-cock' becoming hard
and I said, "Patience, little one, be patient."

I no sooner entered her than she began to thrust her hips taking me deeper.
"Yes!" she said loudly as she thrust her hips, "yes, deeper, mistress,
deeper." Moments later she came, a gush of cum soaking the bedding. I had my
own orgasm seconds later.

We lay there, catching our breath. "I'm sorry, mistress, I couldn't hold
back," Annika said. I brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. "That's OK,
little one," I said, "I have strong sexual desires too. You'll learn control."