Genie - Part 31
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The story of the transition of a muscle maiden to a muscle goddess.


Diego was uncomfortable, but he said, 'I'm sorry, miss Denise, for allowing my
cock to brush your shoulder.' I released him and motioned for him to go back
into the house.

'You see, Denise,' I said, 'Diego knew what he was doing. You have to be woman
enough to stand up to others, call them out, asert who is boss, and mete out
punishment where necessary.' 'Listen to Genie, Denise,' Alicia said, 'I've
been a dominatrix for years and I know that when confronted, 90% of the people
will back down and bend to your will.'

'Wow,' Denise said, 'there's so much to learn. I hope I'm up for it.' 'There
you go again,' I said, 'allowing that self doubt to creep in. Come on, let's
hit the sauna then shower, we'll take your training slow.'

We sat in the sauna for a half-hour cleansing our pores. We showered, using
Alicia's room as hers was the biggest shower, soaping each other, rinsing and
toweling dry.

As Denise was leaving, Diego said, 'I'm sorry, Miss Denise, don't be mad; I
won't let it happen again.' Denise, glanced at me, then took hold of Diego
just under the chin and said to him, 'you better not or I'll make it hard for
you to piss again.'

Diego looked from me to Alicia and back, and then smiled. Denise released his
neck. 'You guys set me up,' Denise said, realising what had gone on. 'We had
to teach you a lesson,' Alicia said, and the three of us chuckled. 'Now I'm
really humiliated,' Denise said. 'You'll get over that,' I said, 'you have
three of the best teachers in the world to help you.'

Over the next several weeks, a change came over Denise. Not just a physical
change, but an emotional and mental change. She became stronger physically and
mentally and more assertive. It was amazing to watch, much like my
transformation from a weak little schoolgirl to a muscle goddess.

Then one summer evening as it neared time for Denise to close up, a woman
entered her shop and after browsing the racks for a few minutes, and taking
her purchases to the register, produced a gun and told Denise, 'give me all
the money in your register.'

Denise, couldn't believe it and stood there staring at the woman. 'Look,' the
woman said, 'give me all the money and be quick about it.' The woman
mistakenly looked over her shoulder toward the door, giving Denise an
opportunity. Denise grabbed the gun from the woman's hand and turned it on the
woman.

'You're not very good at this, are you?' Denise said as she walked around the
counter and locked the door, drawing the shade. 'Screw you, bitch,' the woman
said. She was about 5'-7", taller than Denise, and trim. She took a step
toward Denise and the door and Denise hit her on the chin with the gun. The
woman went down on her butt with the impact, tears welling in her eyes.
Stunned, she lay there blinking.

Denise sat the gun on the counter near the register. She straddled the womans
chest, pinning the woman's arms under her knees. 'Hey, what the hell are you
doing, bitch!' the woman screamed. Denise, not saying a word, slapped the
woman on the right cheek, then the left. Each slap sounded like a sharp,
'crack!' Soon the woman's face was bright red. 'Stop,' the woman pleaded,
that's when Denise balled her fist and hit her square on the chin with a quick
right uppercut. The woman lay motionless.

Denise quickly removed the woman's shirt and jeans. I had taught her that most
victims felt much more helpless when they were naked. Denise had been an apt
pupil.

As the woman was coming around, Denise stood up and waited. It didn't take
long for the woman to realize she was still lying on the floor, but was now
naked. She began to get up, but Denise put her booted foot on the woman's
forehead and pushed her down. The woman went to grab for Denise's ankle, but
Denise shifted her foot to the woman's breast, mashing it down. 'Don't even
think about it, bitch, or I'll crush that puny pimple you call a tit,' Denise
said. Shocked, the woman layed back down and said, 'so, what, you take off my
clothes, what are you, a lesbian.'

'No, not a lesbian, just a pissed off shop keeper who will enjoy beating the
crap out of you,' Denise said. 'Look, lady,' the woman said to Denise, 'I
understand you're pissed off by me wanting to hold up this rat hole, but just
let me go, you don't need the trouble.' 'Let you go? Why would I do that?
You're my first experiment', Denise said. 'Experiment?' the woman asked, 'what
the fuck are you talking about?'

'You have a really foul mouth,' Denise told her, 'you should be more
respectful.' 'Yeah, well, who are you, 'Miss Manner's'?' the woman replied.
Denise kicked the woman in the ribs. 'Ow, son of a bitch, lady, I think you
broke a rib,' the woman said. Denise smiled down at her and said, 'That's the
general idea.'

Denise went to the counter and picked up her cordless phone. She punched a
button on the speed dial and got hold of me. She told me in detail what had
happened and asked if I wanted to come over and watch. I said I'd be there as
soon as I could.

When I arrived, I rapped on the door and Denise let me in. The woman was still
on the floor, naked. 'So what's your plan,' I asked Denise. 'I have no idea,
Genie,' Denise said, 'that's why I called you over. We've gone over subduing
our opponent and humiliating them, but we haven't really covered much past
that, what do you think?' 'What are you two dikes talking about,' the woman
asked. 'Oh,' Denise said, 'I forgot to tell you, this bitch has the vocabulary
of a sailor.'

'Well, what I have in mind is an extension of the 'humiliating' phase of
dominating your opponent,' I told Denise, 'let's get her in the back room.' I
knew Denise's store room had racks of clothes, boxes and a desk that she used
for keeping her books, etc. I reached down and lifted the woman up, carrying
her as if she were a baby. She struggled but I held her tight. I laid her on
the desk in the back room.

'Look in that bag,' I told Denise, indicating the tote that I had carried in
with me. She unzipped it and brought out a black strap-on dildo. 'Now that is
how you're going to humiliate this bitch,' I told Denise. The woman seeing the
dildo and knowing what was coming instantly struggled to sit up. I gave her a
tap on the chin with a quick left jab and she was out.

'Go ahead,' I said, 'put it on.' Denise wasted no time stripping off her
dress. At my urging, she had stopped wearing bra and panties. Her breasts had
become firm and fuller, no longer needing the support of a bra, with small
areolas and cherry pit sized nipples. She put on the strap-on and adjusted the
straps. The 14-inch dildo stood menacingly rigid on Denise's 5'-4" frame. She
looked gorgeous.

'How does that feel,' I asked. 'How do men do it?' she said, 'I feel like I'm
going to bump into everything,' and laughed as she took the 'cock' in her hand
and playfully stroked it as if she were masturbating. 'Believe me,' I said,
'if you ever encounter a monster like that, call me and I'll give you a hand
with it,' and we both laughed.

The woman was waking up once more. I went to the side of the desk where the
woman's head was and held her shoulders down. 'You might want to put a little
petroleum jelly on that, Denise,' I said, 'there's some in the tote.' She did,
taking her time. The woman continued to squirm on the desk, trying to get up.

I climbed on the desk, facing the womans feet, so I could better watch Denise
and see the action. With me on top of her, the woman wasn't going to go
anywhere. Denise poised the head of the 'cock' at the womans vagina. She
slowly moved it forward, and then pulled back. The woman began cussing and
alternately letting out sobs and cries of pain. Denise didn't rush, but took
her time at my urging. At around the mid point, the woman fell silent, but
Denise continued until the entire shaft was in.

'All right, Denise,' I coached, 'you're "the man", make her come, show her
who's in control,' and Denise increased her thrusts. Slowing and withdrawing
only after her own climax.

To be continued ...