Genie - Part 24
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A fictional short story of Genie, a young muscle maiden, and her life as she comes of age.


I no longer wanted sex merely for its sensation or pleasure, but for the
control and dominance it afforded me. I love rough sex, destroying my sexual
partners and I was becoming a master at it. I get turned on just thinking of
it.

As I drove, I fingered myself below my skirt. My desire to pleasure myself was
engulfing me.

I brought my truck to a halt in the driveway. I strode through the house and
out to the back patio. There, poolside, Alicia was sunning herself. I quickly
shed my blouse, skirt and sandles. She could tell something was wrong. 'What's
wrong, Genie,' she said, 'you look like you're all worked up.' 'Oh, Aunt
Alicia, I don't know where to begin,' I said, and told her how I had just
killed a gas station attendent. Words started flowing out of me as if I was
having a verbal orgasm. I told her of everything, how I now was consumed with
desire and control.

When I was done, Alicia looked at me and said, 'Lie down on the chaise and let
me rub your back.' I did and she gave me a marvelous massage. About halfway
through, Diego came out. He too was naked. Alicia told him to bring a glass of
her 'special juice' from the refridgerator. Diego disappeared into the house
and came out a minute or two later with two glasses.

Rolling over, Diego handed one to me and the other to Alicia. 'Cheers,' she
said and we clinked our glasses together. I tasted the liquid. 'Drink it all,
Genie,' Alicia said. I did, then rolled back so she could massage me some
more. Soon, a warmth washed over me and a calm.

'Genie,' Aunt Alicia said while massaging my shoulders and back, 'as I see it,
you suffer from, for lack of a better term, 'muscle lust'. You've developed
and honed your body to perfection. You're insatiable in your sexual appetite.
You have a desire or drive to dominate and control. All of this is good in
women in moderation, but you have taken it to the extreme. The drink I gave
you will calm your desires, at least temporarily. You must drink a glass of it
a day or you will destroy what you love.'

This gave me a lot to think of. 'Will I be able to have normal sex, Aunt
Alicia,' I asked. 'Why certainly my dear,' she said. Just then Diego came out
of the house to collect the empty glasses. 'Diego,' Alicia said, 'I want you
to pleasure Genie.' 'Yes, mistress,' he said to Alicia, 'Mistress Genie, how
may I serve you,' he asked.

I rolled over on my back. 'Come, Diego, take me,' I said. He lay on me and
within seconds his wonderful penis was erect. We had conventional sex there on
the chaise without me having the desire to crush or destroy my partner. It was
fantastic and I had a marvelous orgasm.

Thankfully, I was never a suspect in any of the deaths for which I was
resposible, nor was I ever named in any of the maimings that I casued.

I continued strenuous, heavy workouts but scaled way back on the 'supplements'
that I had been taking. I still loved showing off my chiseled body and
demonstrating my strength and power. I had slabs of defined muscles with veins
that ran under my skin like ropes.

School was now out for the summer. In the fall, I would start my senior year.
I had taken the college boards and achieved good score's, however, college
really didn't interest me and I didn't apply to any. I had a comfortable
income from the video's that Alicia and I acted in, when I turned 18, there
would be the inheritance from my parents estate and of course there were the
private performances that paid extremely well. The average person had no idea
how much money could be made from those who loved muscles, especially to see
the most muscular girl in the world in the flesh, so to speak.

I was a 6'-0" 235 pound goddess that had practically no body fat. I had a
physique that resembled a man, but I was all woman. I had broad shoulders with
a trim waist and narrow hips. My breasts were now a 'D' cup although I never
wore a bra and my legs, which I considered my best feature, were massive with
well defined calves measuring 18-inches.

Alicia and I had a barbecue over the July 4th weekend for my core group of
friends. Diego was the cook and server as he tended the meat on the grill.
While everyone came in bathing suits, it wasn't long before we were all naked
as this seemed to be an unwritten house rule since I came to live with Alicia.
I'm sure my friend's parents would have been shocked had they known.

Olivia, Becky, Ryan, Allen and Bill all loved to feel my body and it was not
uncommon to be engaged in a conversation with one or more while they rubbed my
back, chest or thighs. I had come to expect it and loved the attention.

That afternoon, Alicia, dressed in her dominatrix leather thong, cup-less
leather bra top and black leather stilletto's put on a show using Diego as her
slave. She gently whipped him and put him in restraints. Then, while shackled,
she stroked his cock and put a cock-clamp on him. I came "on stage" dressed in
a leopard print cat suit to save poor Diego and run off the evil dominatrix.
My friends loved the 'play' and rewarded us with a round of applause.

Liv whispered in my ear, 'You're the best friend a person could have, Genie, I
hope we always stay close.' As she said this her hands danced over my catsuit
that Marcia had made. It was skin tight but somehow she had found a material
that breathed, so I wasn't uncomfortable. 'We will,' I whispered in Olivia's
ear, darting my tongue in and out, 'I promise.'

I had collected some odds and ends, scrap metal and build blocks and bricks.
'I have one more surprise for you' I told my friends, and unzipping my cat
suit, stripped it from my body. 'We've all seen you naked,' said Bill and that
drew a few "ooohs" and "aaahs" from the rest of the group. 'I know that,' I
said with a smile, looking down at my magnificent legs, 'I just want to show
you all what I can do'. I picked up a clay brick and holding it in one hand,
squeezed it till it was reduced to dust.

'OMG', said Becky, 'that's awesome.' Next I picked up a cinder building block
and with the twist of my wrists, broke it in to small pieces. Ryan said,
'Genie, you're without a doubt the strongest person in the world.' I then
selected a 2-inch diameter piece of reinforcing bar and gripping it at each
end, thightened my chest and bent it in a horshoe shape. When I was done I
tossed it on the deck and it made a loud thunk.

By now everyone was standing there with their mouths slightly open. I think my
friends knew I was strong but had no idea just how strong. They had seen me
push a man, but had no idea that I had killed men and women with my bare hands
or my vise like legs.

I picked up a truck wheel that didn't have a tire on it and holding one edge
against my chest, pushed it against my sternum until it was nearly flat. 'And
finally, watch this,' I said. I sat on the edge of one of the chaise lounges
and put another truck wheel between my thighs and squeezed. As I was doing
this I said, 'See how easy I can flatten this wheel, what do you think I could
do to a person's rib cage or their skull?' 'I think you'd crush them to
death,' said Olivia, 'I think you'd flatten them like a pancake.'

Little did Olivia know how true that was, my legs and arms were killers,
litterally. Alicia knew, of course. But I suppose that would be a family
secret.

To be continued ...