Eve - Muscle Mistress
Chapter 11
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com


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Six months had gone by since Annika had come to be my housekeeper for the
newly acquired beach house. Adam, who was prepared to leave me and live with
his wimp of a girlfriend decided to stay, that is, after I 'dealt' with her.
Good decision.

As those who have read previous chapters of my life may remember, I had
injected Annika with a small amount of my 'blood'. The result was that her
physique and muscle mass increased, so when she came to visit her sister,
Inga, at my house, the change was obvious and noticed by not only Inga, but
Adam, Olivia and Urbano as well.

"I just can't get over your arms," Inga told her sister, rubbing a hand over
Annika's bicep, "You look like you've been lifting weights." We were at the
table, just sitting down to dinner. Annika chuckled, "I have but it must be
all of the hard work keeping the beach house in shape." I knew what the real
reason for her physical development was and it wasn't solely because of her
exercise regimen.

"I wish I would see more of an improvement," Inga said. Inga, besides taking
care of my house did workout religiously, but had stalled in her quest to
achieve that 'ripped' look. "Even your shoulders look broader," Urbano
observed, "Are you taking care of the yard as well at the new house?" "No,"
Annika said stealing a glance in my direction, "Mistress Eve has a gardening
service that does that." Urbano had broad shoulders, a result of tending to
the gardening and landscaping at our house.

After dinner, I whispered to Annika, "Come with me, baby," and led her to the
gym. I went to the inclined press and said, "Have a seat, let's see how strong
you are." Annika took a towel from a shelf and spread it on the bench and then
sat and gripped the bar on that rested on the stops above her. With little
effort she lifted the barbell from the rack and slowly lowered it to her
chest, and then pressed it back up. She did this ten times before re-racking
the weight.

"Not bad," I said, putting another plate on each side, "This should offer a
little more resistance. Once more she lifted the barbell free of the stops and
did ten presses from her chest to the extent of her reach. I was impressed
with her strength. After the tenth press, she asked, "How heavy is that?" "A
little over two hundred pounds," I said, admiring her bare chest. I could see
the underlying muscles across her upper chest and her firm breasts and erect
nipples. I was standing on a small platform behind the bench where I could
'spot' her should she need my assistance; however, it was apparent that she
would not need my help.

Urbano came in and was two strides into the room when he realized we were
there. "Oh, mistress," he said, "I didn't know anyone was here, I can come
back later." "Nonsense, that's fine, Urbano," I said, looking at his
reflection in the mirror, "You can work out." "Thank you, mistress," he
replied and sat on a flat bench nearby, taking a pair of dumbbells from the
rack. Urbano wore a pair of gray shorts tied around his trim waist and a pair
of cross trainers on his feet. He was bare chested. As he sat, he watched me
put a twenty-five pound plate on each side of Annika's barbell.

Now, with the bar in excess of two-hundred fifty pounds, Annika lifted the bar
from its resting place and brought it slowly to her chest. Beads of sweat were
beginning to dot her skin, first on her upper lip and forehead and then across
her chest. Her body glistened under the fluorescent lights. Once more she did
ten repetitions before re-racking the bar.

'She's going to be a dominant female someday,' I thought and I noticed I
wasn't the only one paying attention to Annika. Urbano had yet to do an
exercise involving the set of dumbbells he had resting on his knees. Annika
suddenly got to her feet and quickly stood in front of Urbano, looking down at
him. "What is it," Annika said sternly, "haven't you seen a woman work out
before? You've been staring at me." She placed her fists on her hips, her clit
inches from Urbano's face. When he didn't answer she glanced at me and then
back down at the man, "Has the cat got your tongue? I asked you a question,"
she said. "I, err, I've seen women working out," he stammered. Annika chuckled
and then took the dumbbells from Urbano's grasp and did five standing flies
with the forty-pound weights. 'That's impressive', I thought, 'for someone who
doesn't lift weights on a regular basis.' She dropped the weights on the
rubberized flooring and Urbano had to quickly move his feet out of the way.

"Stand up," Annika commanded. Urbano glanced up catching my reflection in the
mirror, but stood. She placed a finger in the waistband of his shorts and as
she squatted, she pulled his shorts to his ankles. His manhood hung in front
of him like a small club. She grasped his shaft and squeezed lightly. "Hmm,"
she said, "Not bad." At this Urbano said, "Not bad? I've probably got the
biggest cock you've ever seen." She laughed lightly and said, "You flatter
yourself, Urbano, I've seen bigger." I'll have to say, Annika was good at
dominating Urbano.

I noted that even though she was goading Urbano, she had not let go of his
penis, but rather began to stroke it slowly. I had trained Urbano, as I had
Adam, to take their time, however with Annika's stimulation; his cock was
becoming erect as if it had a mind of its own.

"Ahh, that's more like it," Annika said as Urbano's penis stood ramrod
straight at twelve inches. She kissed the head of his penis and then stood up.
She leaned into him and whispered, "Do you want me, Urbano, do you want to
screw me?" she asked. "Uh-huh," he said meekly. "I'll bet you do, and I want
you to, but first you have to make my clit wet, will you do that, baby?" she
said. "Uh-huh," he said again. And as she smiled wickedly at the man, I
thought, 'She's good, she's doing just what I would do.'

There was a long pause and then Annika said, "Don't just stand there, lover,
suck my clit!" Urbano shook his head as if to clear it and then quickly got to
his knees. I couldn't be a passive observer any longer. I stepped off of the
incline bench and behind Annika. As Urbano lapped at her labia I ran my
fingers over her hard abs and then fondled her breasts. Annika rolled her head
back into my chest and I kissed the nap of her neck, tasting the saltiness of
her sweat.

"Sluta inte, lover, din h##rskarinna," Annika panted in Swedish as Urbano
serviced her clit. I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
"Harder mistress, pinch me harder," she said. I did as she asked and soon she
shuddered and climaxed. As her breathing slowed, Urbano lapped droplets of her
cum from the inside of her thigh.

I looked down at Urbano who looked up questioningly. I whispered in Annika's
ear, "You better take Urbano before he explodes." She knew what I meant and
said to him, "You did well, Urbano, lay on the bench," and indicated a flat
bench nearby. He sat on the end and then laid back, his erection pointing to
the ceiling. Annika straddled his manhood and slowly lowered herself onto his
shaft. I knew the man wouldn't last long but I straddled the bench as well
and, facing Annika lowered my clit to his waiting mouth.

Annika and I embraced. The feeling of her chest against mine was exhilarating,
that coupled with Urbano's masterful tongue against my clit. I could feel my
clit becoming erect as he teased me, nibbling on my labia and pulling on my
growing clit with his soft lips.

Our tongues explored each other's mouth, her soft, yet firm lips on mine. I
ran my hands slowly down her back and then to her butt and even lower until I
found Urbano's scrotum. As I cupped him in my hand and gently applied
pressure, he exploded as did I and Annika.

I quickly stood so that Urbano could breathe, my pussy dripping onto his cheek
and forehead and my clit losing its erection. "Hmm, that was fantastic,"
Annika said as she released Urbano's penis from her vagina. He was bathed in
sweat and cum, breathing hard, his semen spent.

"It was fantastic, my pet," I said, "You are evolving not only into a muscle
woman, but also a dominatrix. I know you won't be working for me long."
"Mistress, I owe everything to you," she said. I chuckled and put my hand to
the side of her head and said, "You've come so far, you will have your own
slaves soon, but you must treat them well." "I will, mistress," she said, "I
will." I held her look and then nodded. "Good," I said.

I left, leaving Urbano and Annika in the gym. I stopped in the kitchen for
juice and Olivia was just finishing with the dishes. "Tell me, Liv, given the
opportunity, would you want to be stronger? Would you want to be a
dominatrix?" I inquired. "Like you, mistress?" she asked. "Yes, maybe not as
strong as me, but stronger," I said, "Would you like that?" She thought for a
minute before saying, "I would like that, yes, I think I would."

I finished my juice and went to Inga's room and knocked on the door. Inga and
Adam were in bed, watching the evening news. As I entered Inga muted the
television. "Inga," I asked "Would you like to be stronger, more dominant?"
She glanced at Adam who was lying facing her, his head propped up on one hand,
and then back at me. "Yes, mistress, I don't know what Annika has done," she
said, "but she's certainly gotten stronger in the last couple of months. She
really looks good." "Yes," I said, "I think she does too. OK, thank you, you
two have a good night."

The following day, I had Olivia send Adam off to the market to pick up some
items. Urbano, as usual, was outside working on his yard. I gathered Olivia
and Inga in the kitchen area. Annika was there as well.

"You have both expressed a desire to gain strength and become more assertive
women," I said, "Sometime ago, I injected Annika with some of my blood. The
change to her physique and her enhanced strength is the result of that
injection." I unzipped the small pouch that contained two sterile syringes.
"What I offer you is what Annika has accepted," I said turning to Annika. She
flexed her bicep and the muscle balled into a tight dome.

"Last night in the gym, she was able to lift more and her endurance was
greater than it has ever been," I said, "Do you want to join Annika in this
experiment?" "Yes, mistress," they each said without hesitation. "Good," I
said and finding a vein in the crook of my arm, withdrew twenty cc's of my
'blood' into each of the two syringes. I injected twenty into Olivia and
twenty into Inga. "This may take a few days before you see any change," Annika
said, "but you should feel the change before that." "Let me caution you," I
said, "you must be careful. With your new strength will come heightened
physical desires." "What kind of desires, mistress," Olivia asked, holding a
cotton swab to the crook of her arm where I had injected her. "Physical and
sexual," I said, "Do not give in to attacking or beating those in the outside
world." We always referred to life outside of our house as the 'outside
world'. "And be gentle with Adam and Urbano too, don't hurt either of them,
remember, you will be stronger than they are," I continued, "Is that
understood?" "Yes, mistress," they said one after the other.

Over the next three weeks, Olivia, Inga, Annika and I worked out. We worked
hard, lifting heavy weights and working our cardio vascular system. I was even
becoming stronger and more 'ripped'. One evening we went to the local high
school and ran the track for a mile, clocking in at a little over four
minutes. "Excellent," I told the girls, admiring their muscles as we cooled
down, "You've become true muscle women."

As we walked off the track and behind the bleachers, in the shadows two dark
figures immerged. "Look at this, Frank," one of the men said, "real track
stars, and good looking ones at that." His friend, Frank said, "I bet we could
show these four a good time, John." "I think you're right," John said.

"You see girls, this is the assholes that live in the 'outside world'," I
said. "Assholes?" Frank asked, "Did she just call us assholes?" "She did, the
tall one has a real smart mouth," John said, and brought a knife out from his
pocket, "Maybe I'll teach her some manners."

Annika, Inga and Olivia took a step back so that there was perhaps ten feet of
open space between John and me. "Before you do anything stupid," I said, "I'm
going to give you and your friend a chance to run away, but if you don't,
you'll die here." He stole a quick glance at Frank to see if he was going to
walk away, but then turned back to face me and said, "Look bitch, I'm going to
cut you up just to teach you not to have such a smart mouth." I chuckled and
said, "You can try, but you'll be the one who suffers."

No sooner had I said that than he lunged at me with the knife held at arm's
length in front of him. I quickly took one step to the side and grabbed his
wrist. His momentum carried him forward and with my free hand, grabbed him by
the neck.

I tightened my grip on his wrist and he dropped the knife as I lifted him up
by the neck. With his air supply cut off he grabbed my arm and began to thrash
his legs, twisting to free himself. "I could choke you to death," I hissed,
"but that would be too easy and too quick. I want you to suffer," and I
dropped him to the pavement. He landed in a heap, his legs going out from
under him.

He tried to scramble to get to the knife he dropped but I stepped on his wrist
bringing my full weight down. The wrist snapped and he yelled out in pain.
"Wimp," I said, and then to Annika, "Hold on to his friend so he doesn't run
away." Frank quickly looked around but Annika grabbed an arm before he could
run. Olivia took his other arm, holding him in place to watch his friend.

"What would you like to do to John, Inga," I asked. Inga who was looking at
the man on the ground, still pinned by my foot on his broken wrist, kicked him
in the ribs. Again he yelled in pain. "Get to your feet, asshole," she said
looking down at him. I stepped off his wrist, but he just lay there. "On your
feet or I'll kick you again," Inga said. The man slowly got his good hand
under him and up to his knees, and then stood up. No sooner had he gotten up
than Inga hit him in the stomach knocking the wind out of him, doubling him
over. With only one good hand, he placed that on his knees trying to catch his
breath.

She stepped behind John and bending at the waist, wrapped her arms around his
torso and stood him up. She turned so that they were facing Frank. She gripped
her left wrist with her right hand and held his back to her chest, tightening
her grip. "Stop, stop," John pleaded as Inga tightened her grip, his voice
coming as a hoarse whisper. "Ahh," he exhaled as first one rib snapped and
then a second. By the time the third rib snapped, the man had passed out, his
head falling to one side.

Olivia let go of Frank's wrist and stood in front of John. She unsnapped his
pants and unzipped his fly allowing the jeans to fall to the pavement. "Hold
him while I take care of his puny dick," Liv told Inga. She squatted on her
heels and pulled his boxer shorts to his ankles. Taking a minute to study the
unconscious man's penis, Olivia took his flaccid penis and scrotum in one hand
and squeezed gradually. "He won't have a use for this anymore," she said loud
enough for Frank to hear.

"Please, stop," Frank said, "Just let us go." "Quiet," Annika said, still
holding him in place, "You're not going anywhere."

Olivia stood up having crushed John's scrotum and penis as Inga let the man
fall to the ground. They both turned to face Frank and he tried to break free
of Annika's hold. "No, no, wait, don't," Frank pleaded, "Please, don't hurt
me. Don't, ... " his words were cut off by Annika's hand covering his mouth.

I stepped between Inga and Olivia. "Let me take care of this one, girl's," I
said and stood in front of the man. He looked up at me, fear in his eyes. "How
many women have you and John assaulted?" I asked. He looked at me not saying
anything, but then said, "We never ass ... " and his voice was cut off by my
right jab to his nose. Cartilage and bone shattered, blood burst from his
nostrils. "I'm going to ask you one more time, how many women have you and
John attacked?" I asked. "Wor," he said trying to wipe blood from his face.
"Four," I asked and he nodded, "then I'm doing the world a service by taking
you off the street."

My next blow was an upper cut to his jaw. The bone shattered and his eyes
rolled up into his head as he went limp and fell at my feet. "Nice punch,
mistress," Annika said. I smiled reached down and picked Frank up by his
jacket. Holding him upright, I walked him backwards until his back was against
a steel 'I' beam supporting the bleachers. I wrapped my arms around his torso
and the beam and pressed. "Argh," I said and I could feel the flanges of the
beam give slightly as I crushed his back and spine against the steel. When I
let go, he slid down the column, landing at its base, a trickle of blood
escaping the corner of his mouth.

John was still alive, a moan escaping his lips. "Finish him, Annika," I said.
Annika smiled and stepped over his head and pulled him up by his hair until
his head was between her thighs. She crossed her ankles and then tightened her
thighs. "Hmm," she said softly, "this feels good." Moments later, there was an
audible snap as his neck broke. Annika relaxed her muscles and John slid to
the pavement, dead. I looked from one girl to the next and none seemed
repulsed by what we had just done.

"I think you all did well," I said, "and I think you see the benefit of being
strong women, both physically as well as emotionally. None of you shied away
from killing these two pathetic pieces of crap. Well done." All three women
smiled and said, "Thank you, mistress."

Walking home I lead with Annika by my side, Inga and Olivia a stride behind.
"I can't believe how 'alive' I feel," Inga said. "Me too," Olivia responded,
"It's like the more physical I am, the more I want." "That's the 'power' that
I have given you," I said over my shoulder, "but again, my pets, you must be
careful with it. You saw tonight what you are capable of." "Yes, mistress,"
Olivia said. "We'll be careful, mistress," Inga said.

"You know what I feel like," Annika said, looking over at me. I knew what she
wanted and I said, "Sex." She smiled and said, "Yes, if I don't have sex soon,
I'm going to have to find another man to destroy." We were at the house and I
said over my shoulder to Inga and Olivia, "You two can have Urbano and Adam
tonight, but go easy on them, Annika and I will take care of ourselves."

I opened the door and Urbano was just padding out of the family room. "He's
mine," Olivia said, and took him by the hand leading him to her bedroom. Inga
went in search of Adam.

I took Annika by the hand and led her to my room, shutting the door behind us.
As she turned around I unzipped her warm-up jacket and peeled it from her
shoulders and tossed it to the floor. I kissed her deeply probing her luscious
mouth with my tongue. When we parted I said, "Take off the pants." As she did,
I undressed, my track suit having blood on it from the broken nose I had
inflicted earlier. We tossed all of our clothing onto a pile by the bedroom
door.

Standing there, I admired her body. She had tight, well defined quads, firm
narrow waist and 'washboard' abs, broad chest with firm breast capped by round
erect nipples. "Do you like what you see, mistress?" she asked knowing full
well that I did, "Do I please you?" I didn't answer but went to my armoire and
returned with a large strap on dildo.

"I had this made special for me in Asia," I told her holding it so that she
could see, "It's made of soft but firm rubber and resembles a penis in every
sense." I held it so that she could touch it. "It has a urethra which allows
me to come and a cavity that can accommodate my aroused clit," I said as I
stepped into the device. I fastened the Velcro straps.

"Kneel before your mistress," I said. She sunk to her knees and I poised the
head of the strap on at her lips. "Kiss me," and she kissed the head of the
dildo and then with her tongue, ran it along the entire foot long shaft. I
could feel my clit becoming erect and soon I filled the interior of the strap
on.

She took me in her mouth and I enjoyed it, but put a finger under her chin so
that she'd stand up. She ran a hand over my hard chest trying to squeeze my
breasts. There was no give to the muscle. Annika's hands explored my trapezius
and arms; she traced a large vein running down my bicep to my forearm. I drew
her against me, the strap on bent against her abs, her head resting on my
chest as I ran my fingers over her back to her butt and then teased her anus.

"Mistress, please, take me," she said softly. I chuckled and said, "Get on the
bed you impatient bitch." She broke our embrace and looked questioningly up at
me, a bit of fear in her eyes. I smiled and said again, "On the bed bitch."
She backed up until the back of her legs came in contact with the foot if the
bed. I lifted her by the waist and gently tossed her on the bed, then knelt
and walked on my knees until I was between her legs. I knelt there looking
down at her, my strap on poised.

In Olivia's bedroom, she shut the door behind Urbano. As he turned she
unzipped the front of her track jacket. "Do you know what I did tonight,
baby," she asked. Urbano shook his head slowly. "I crushed a man's balls and
cock," she said holding her fingers wide, and then quickly gripped his penis
and scrotum. "Would you like a demonstration?" Olivia asked. He shook his head
once again, this time quickly.

She let go of him and finished undressing. "Lay on the bed, baby," Liv said,
"I want to ride that cock of yours." Urbano positioned himself in the middle
of the bed and began to stroke himself. Olivia stepped to the side of the bed
and stopped him. "Watch, baby, I'll get you hard," she said, and she flexed
her quads. Urbano was amazed at the definition of her thighs. She tightened
her abs and mini-mounds of muscle appeared. She brushed them lightly with her
fingertips. "Do you like what you see, honey?" she asked and she could tell
since the man's penis was nearly erect.

Olivia knelt on the bed and straddled his erection and slowly lowered herself,
taking him inside. "Hmm," she hummed, "That's it, let Mistress Olivia milk
that cock," and with her muscular vagina, she did just that.

Inga found Adam in his room, lying on the bed watching the television. "Don't
you look relaxed," she said as she came through the door without knocking.
Adam was propped up against the headboard with two pillows, a satin sheet
covering him to the waist. Inga began to undress with Adam riveted to a soccer
game on TV.

Naked, she padded to the foot of the bed and pressed the power button on the
set. "Would you rather watch football or me?" she asked as she slowly climbed
on the bed on hands and knees.

Inga put her hands behind her head and tightened her chest. "Hmm," she said,
"I beat up a man tonight and it felt so good." Now she had his attention.
"What?" Adam asked. "I beat up a man, at the high school," Inga said, "he was
going to rape us, I kicked him in the ribs and then broke a few more ribs when
I squeezed him." "One man was going to rape the four of you at the high
school?" Adam asked. "It was two men, and I beat up one of them," she said.
"What happened to the second man?" he asked. "Mistress Eve, killed him," Inga
said.

Adam had no doubt that Eve killed a would-be rapist, but he had wasn't sure
that Inga had the same 'killer instinct'. "Do you like the new-improved Inga?"
she asked as she flexed her biceps. "You look like you've gotten much
stronger," Adam said. "Much," she repeated as she massaged his penis beneath
the sheet.

He couldn't resist Inga's touch and soon was hard, his penis 'tenting' the
sheet. "How does that feel, baby," Inga asked. "Wonderful," he said, his eyes
closed. She laughed lightly and moved forward, now straddling his hips, and
lowered herself onto his sheathed cock. The feel of the satin sheet encasing
his cock as he entered her was a new experience.

Adam, who prided himself on being able to control his orgasm, could hold back
no longer, he erupted with an intense climax. Inga held his satin covered cock
in her vagina until she had reached her own orgasm.

"For the rest of the night, you're going to have to service me with that
pretty little tongue of yours," Inga informed him, "I'm not done with you
yet."

I leaned into Annika teasing her labia with the head of my strap on. Gently I
entered her and her breath caught. I chuckled and said, "I'll be gentle, my
sweet, I want you to enjoy your 'man' for the night." She moaned as I pressed
deeper. The sensation of dominating another strong female was making me even
more aroused than I already was.

I began to thrust rhythmically, slowly at first, but I increased the tempo.
"Please mistress," Annika said between breaths, "ahh, I'm going to come," and
she did. I climaxed as well, sending my cum deep into her vagina.

I lay atop her catching my breath, savoring the feel of her muscular body
beneath mine and her hard breasts and nipples against my chest. I could feel
her impaled on my strap on and I began to thrust once more. Soon we were
moving in tandem, bringing each other to the brink of orgasm and then
exploding.

This was repeated until we were too exhausted and fell asleep in each other's
arms.