Genie - Part 33
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The story of a rather, sadistic, muscle goddess.


Author's Note: If you have any comments or would like to suggest a story line,
please email at covert.1@hotmail.com - thanks.

Sitting in the truck on the bridge, I continued to stroke my nipples and
marveled how they could become the steel studs they were.

I drove home. Alicia was still up, working on her business records. 'Aunt
Alicia,' I said, 'May I talk to you?' 'Sure, Genie, what's on your mind?' she
asked. 'As you know and as you've seen, I've transformed myself from a meek
little high school kid to what I am today, a muscle goddess. A woman to be
respected and feared, a woman who can dominate,' I said, 'but what I worry
about is that sometimes I lose control and get caught up in inflicting pain
and punishing. Is that wrong?'

'Well, Genie, you have to keep yourself under control. You want to control the
men and women you're with, but your real test comes from controlling yoursel,'
she said, 'Think of it this way; there's no challenge in you dominating
others, they all succumb, but to dominate your own emotions, now that's a
challenge.'

'But what about the guys I've killed?' I asked. 'I'm sure they all deserved
it,' she said, 'right?' 'I think so,' I said, 'there was a burglar; he was my
first, and a drug dealer, a pervert who thought he could push me around and a
thief. So, yeah, I guess they did. Tonight I almost killed a woman who had
tried to hold up Denise's boutique, but she took care of her.' 'Well, there
you have it,' she said, 'they were all bad people in their own way.'

'Thanks, Aunt Alicia,' I said, and hugged and kissed her. 'Ow,' she said,
'Genie, those nipples of yours are hard as nails,' and rubbed her chest. I
laughed and said, 'I've poked holes in sheet metal with them, so yeah, they're
pretty tough.' 'That gives me an idea,' she said, 'I'll email my client in
Australia and see if he'd be interested in setting up an exhibition for you
and I, did you get your passport?' Now I was excited, 'Yes,' I said, 'it came
just last week.' 'OK, you get some rest,' Alicia said, 'I'm going to make a
call or two.'

The next day, Alicia told me that she had spoken to her client and that he
would be getting back to her.

Several days later he did and Alicia told me, 'Better pack your bags because
we're going to Australia'. I was so excited. My first trip outside the
country, 'hell,' I thought, 'my first trip since coming to live with Aunt
Alicia'.

We landed in Sydney on a Monday and our meeting with Mark wasn't until
Wednesday. We spent a good portion of the day sleeping on Tuesday, but since
our hotel was on Bondi Beach, Alicia and I wandered out about noon. No sooner
had we exited the hotel and started across the sand, every head turned our
way.

Alicia, who had been training hard, eating right and taking her 'supplement'
tablet's was a lean, muscled, tigress in a tiger print thong that barely
covered her ample tits. I noticed that I dwarfed all the women on the beach
and many of the men. I wore a suede thong that probably from a distance made
me appear as if I wasn't wearing anything.

One couple we walked by, I swear I could see the bulge in the man's Speedo
stiffening while his girlfriend or wife meerly glared at us. I was tempted to
reach down as I past and rip his trunks from his skinny body, but I didn't
want to create a commotion on our first day here.

We selected a place not far from the water and spread our towels out. Before
lying down, I told Alicia, 'I'll put some sunscreen on your back it you lay
down.' She did and I knelt beside her as she undid her bikini top. I slowly
rubbed the oil into her, feeling her back muscles tightening as I massaged.
Next, I applied oil to each leg, starting at the butt and working my way down
to each foot. I couldn't help but finger her through her suit briefly before
continuing down the legs. 'Your thighs have definitely gotten bigger, Alicia,'
I commented, 'and your calves as well.'

'Thanks, Genie,' she said over her shoulder, 'I've been working very hard on
them. I hope Mark likes what he sees.' 'How could he not,' I said, 'you even
look ten years younger.' 'Thanks again,' she said, 'Ahh, ohh, here comes
trouble.' I looked in the direction Alicia was facing and saw a big hairy guy
walking toward us, what you would call a bear of a man. He was kicking sand as
he walked; either unaware or uncaring of whom he kicked sand on.

As he walked past two youngsters playing with buckets and shovels, he sprayed
them with sand. 'Mummy,' the little girl yelled, 'he kicked sand on me.' The
man not even taking notice continued on his way, however, the mother who was
in a floral bikini, jumped to her feet and ran after the man, the little girl
on her heels. 'Excuse me,' she said, as she came abreast of the man, 'you
seemed to have kicked sand on my little girl.' At first I didn't think he
heard her, but she reached out to the hairy arm and put her hand on it and he
stopped suddenly.

He glanced at her hand resting on his arm as if a bug had landed on him. 'What
do you want,' he grumbled in a low voice. 'I said you kicked sand on my little
girl,' the mother repeated. The man looked from the woman to the little girl,
then back to the woman and said, 'She looks OK to me.' 'Well, I think you
should apologize', the woman said. The man only laughed and turned as if to
walk away, then said over one of his hairy shoulders, 'You Australians are all
the same, a bunch of faggots,' and continued to walk on.

I couldn't believe what I had just heard, and apparently the mother couldn't
either because she shouted after the man, 'Damn crude American!' She turned to
sheppard her young daughter back to their towels. The man took one more
stride, then muttering to himself, turned and started back in the direction of
the woman. That's when I jumped up.

Reaching the man when he was about twenty feet from the woman and child, I
said, 'Whoa big guy,' and put a hand out to stop him, 'you don't want to do
anything to get yourself in trouble now.' 'Get out of my way, bitch,' he said
and went to remove my arm from holding him back. That's when he noticed that
my arm didn't move. He stopped looking at the woman who was now half way back
to her towel, although the little girl was still looking at us.

'I heard what you said,' I told him, 'and you did owe that little girl an
appology for kicking sand on her. You were also rude to her mother and should
appologize to her for your rudeness.' 'I'm tired of kissin' up to these fags,'
he said, 'I came here for a good time, besides, so what if I kicked sand on a
little girl?' 'Look, I can probably guess what kind of a good time you came
here for, but why don't you go appologize and you might want to stop calling
the Australian's fags.'

Now he was starting to get angry with me. He was as easy to read as the
morning newsapaper. 'Why don't you just butt out of my business, bitch,' he
said and went to shove me. I grabbed his wrist and brought it up in back of
him. There was a sharp cry down the beach, 'Mummy!'

I stepped behind him and brought his arm up high. The man was about 6'-4" or
6'-5", and strong. While he would intimidate most men, he didn't intimidate or
frighten me. 'Let go of me, bitch, if you don't I'm going to smack you one,'
he said. 'Oh, tough guy, huh, I bet your mama would be real proud of you,' I
said, trying to make him even more aggitated than he already was.

I glanced down the beach and the little girl was running back to us. Alicia
saw this too and was on a course to intercept the child. The child's mother
was a few strides behind the little girl.

I dropped his arm and he spun around. He threw a right at my head that missed
by several inches, followed by a left that I managed to sidestep. He was a
barroom brawler, but telegraphed his moves.

Alicia reached the little girl before her mother got to her and swooped her up
into her arms, 'Shhh, honey, Aunt Genie will take care of the mean man,'
Alicia said softly to the girl.

To be continued ...