Genie - Part 39
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The story of a sadistic, muscle goddess.


'What did you think, Colin,' I said, and rubbed his cock through the satin of
his briefs. He immediately became hard to my touch. I massaged his scrotum
knowing full well I could crush him with less effort than I had used crushing
the brick.

'I thought you were marvelous, mistress,' he said. 'That's sweet of you to say
so, Colin,' I said, and still with my right hand on his scrotum, I put my left
behind his neck and embraced him. My nipples had returned to normal otherwise
I would have injured poor Colin.

And so our first show in Australia ended, but as Alicia and I were leaving the
theatre, I told her, 'You know, Alicia, I need to destroy someone. I'm just
too 'amped' to go back to the hotel right now.' 'Oh, Genie,' she said, 'I
worry when you do this. Let's find someone quick so we can get back to the
hotel.'

We set off in our rental car in the direction of our hotel, Alicia driving as
she had experience having been here before. Then I spotted it on a side
street, the 'red light' district. 'Go around the block,' I said to Alicia,
'there, park there.' She pulled into the curb.

We watched a few minutes as an occassional 'customer' pulled up and one of the
street walkers got into his car and he drove away. 'Where do you think they're
going, Alicia?' I asked. 'I have no idea, why,' she asked. 'I'm going to pick
up a 'john' and go to his hotel room or home. You follow and I'll come out
when I'm done, OK,' I said. 'Be careful, Genie,' she replied.

I got out of the car and walked to the side of the street. Immediately I got
heckled and yelled at by the other 'whores' waiting for a 'john'. That didn't
bother me; I knew the next car down the street would stop for me. I had on my
short suede skirt, and a satin blouse tied just below my tits. I hadn't been
on the curb more than three minutes when a black Mercedes stopped. Two or
three other girls stepped forward, but I pulled them back. The driver, a black
man, looked out of the open car window at me. 'Get in,' he said.

I got in and we drove in silence. Ten minutes later, we pulled into the drive
of a large house. The man pushed a button on the dash and the wrought iron
gates parted. He drove to the front of the house and stopped. He got out and
came around and opened my car door. As I stepped out, I noticed he was
extremely well built and stood over six feet tall.

He held the front door open for me and I stepped into a dark wood entryway. He
led me upstairs to a bedroom. Apparently he didn't waist any time with his
'tricks'. 'Get undressed,' he said, 'and lay on the bed.' I did as I was told
and he took my right hand and handcuffed it to the headboard. Then moving down
my right side, he shackled my ankle to the footboard. He repeated this on the
left side.

'I'm sorry, but I don't like my women to get all 'touchy-feely', he said, 'I
need sex and not a companion, do you understand?' 'Yes,' I said, for the first
time since meeting this man. He was getting undressed with his back to me.

'I've never seen you on the street before, are you new here,' he asked. 'Yes,'
I said again. I figured I'd keep my answers brief. He turned and I'm sure my
eyes went wide. He had a 14-inch cock that was still flacid. 'You're a big
girl,' he said, 'I like that.' 'And you're a big boy, I like that,' I replied.
'Ahh, an American, now that is unusual,' he said.

He was stroking himself and I watched as his cock grew. 'Do you like that,' he
asked, now fully erect at about 16-inches. 'Yes,' I said, 'that's not bad.'
'Not bad,' he repeated and laughed out loud. 'Usually,' he said, 'when the
whores see my cock, they're afraid that I'll hurt them, but not you.' 'Not
me,' I replied, 'I get the same reaction from some of my johns, that I'll hurt
them.'

Now it was his turn to look at me a little harder. 'You are a powerfully built
girl, I'll give you that,' he said and he knelt between my legs still slowly
stroking him. 'You'll excuse me if I don't engage in any foreplay,' he said,
'but I need to fuck you and then get another whore.' I looked at him puzzled,
and he said, 'I usually need to use three or four women a night to satiate my
lust,' and smiled.

'Maybe not tonight, lover,' I said and he placed the head of his penis against
the lips of my vulva. With a single thrust he was inside me and I commanded my
vaginal muscles not to respond yet. Let him think he had control for a minute
or two. He began thrusting, holding himself off my chest with his arms either
side of my chest.

I allowed him a few minutes of this, and then clamped down with my vaginal
muscles. He sensed something was wrong almost immediately and tried to
withdraw. 'What the fuck are you doing,' he asked. 'I'm just beginning to have
some fun,' I said, and pulled on my handcuffed right wrist. There was the
sound of metal bending, and then breaking as I snapped the links holding the
cuffs to the headboard. 'Where's the key for the cuffs and shackles,' I asked.
'Wh-what, how did you do that,' he asked. I broke the handcuff on my left
wrist, and now the man was very concerned. 'Look,' he said, 'the key is in the
nightstand drawer, I'm sorry I cuffed you to the bed, but ... ' I cut him off
when I said, 'I don't need any pathetic excuses from you. You picked the wrong
whore to fuck with.'

I moved him aside and reached down and twisted and snapped each of my shackles
securing my ankles to the footboard.

He continued to struggle to free his dick from my vagina. As I sat up on the
bed, I could tell that it was even more uncomfortable for him. I laughed and
said, 'I bet I could snap that cock of yours in half just using my muscular
pussy, what do you think,' and clamped down a bit more. I thought I saw a tear
come to his eye as he winced with pain.

I rolled to the side and slid the drawer to the nightstand open. I reached
around and found not only the key to the cuffs, but also a revolver. 'Well,
well, well,' I said, 'what have we here,' and taking the gun out of the
drawer, I opened the cylinder and let the cartridges fall to the floor. Now
empty, I took the barrel of the pistol in my right hand and the butt of the
weapon in my left and bent it in half. The man's eyes got very big. 'There,' I
said, 'I wouldn't want you to try to shoot anyone tonight', and tossed it on
the floor.

I relaxed my vagina muscles allowing the man to withdraw. He was stroking his
sore cock as I quickly undid the locks on my restraints allowing them to fall
to the floor as well.

I stood up and looked down at the man who was sitting on the edge of the bed
still nursing his sore penis. 'I must say, you have a great "package" there,'
I said, 'I bet you've fucked a lot of women, haven't you?' 'Yeah,' he said and
chuckled, 'I've had a lot of women, like I said, three or four a night on a
weekend.'

I looked in the bottom nightstand drawer and found another pair of handcuffs
and ankle restraints. Taking these out, I pushed the man back on the bed and
manuevered him to where I had been laying. Straddling him to keep him in place
I latched one of his wrists to the headboard while he pounded on my body
trying to free himself. 'That won't do any good, my friend,' I said as I
snapped the cuff on his other wrist and connected it to the headboard, 'I'm a
muscle goddess who is going to rock your world.' I connected his ankles to the
footboard as I had been and watched as he twisted about and yelled obsenities.

Bending down, I retrieved a pair of panties I had been wearing and stuffed
them in his mouth. His yelling, now muffled, was bearable. 'Enjoy those,' I
said, 'I know there's some of my cum and piss on them,' and left the bedroom
to explore.

To be continued ...