Genie - Part 41
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The story of a sadistic, muscle goddess.


'You certainly took care of him,' Alicia said. 'He wasn't a big deal,' I said,
'except for his cock,' and laughed.

Alicia and I watched some of the other DVD's I had taken from Jesse's house.
They all had the good doctor making love to women, sometimes two at a time. He
was a prolific lover. I destroyed the DVD's and threw them into the dumpster
behind the hotel.

Alicia and I took our act on the road and did quite well, both in attendence
and financially. The crowd's loved Alicia's performance of domination and went
wild with my exhibit of strength, but after being in Australia for nearly four
weeks, both Alicia and I were ready to go home. We departed Sydney enroute to
San Francisco. The flight left at night and we would arrive the next afternoon
in San Francisco.

What I had first thought was going to be a routine, boring flight took an
unexpected turn about an hour after we had pushed off from the gate. Alicia,
who had taken the window seat, had fallen asleep. I was sitting in the aisle
seat reading, a set of headphones in my ears, listening to some soft rock

After the third pass down the aisle by the same flight attendant, I was aware
that she always stared at me as she walked by. She was a tall red head,
slender, with nice blue eyes. Her hair was short, but stylish. Naturally the
uniform was conservative.

On her fourth trip by, I stopped her. 'Excuse me,' I said, 'is there any
chance I could get a bottle of water?' She looked briefly around at the other
travelers, then bending close to my ear said, 'we're not suppose to give out
bottles of water, but if you come back to the kitchen area, I'll see what I
can do,' and straightened up and walked toward the back of the plane.

I gave her a half-minute head start then followed. When I turned the corner
into the galley, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me full on the
mouth. When she pulled back she said, 'Sorry about being so forward, but I saw
your show in Sydney and think you're amazing.' She continued to keep one hand
on my shoulder while she rubbed my bicep and tricep with the other hand.

I smiled and said, 'I'm glad you liked it. What did you like best?' 'I liked
the part where you broke the bricks and showed off your muscles, but tell me;
those bricks were fake, right?' I looked at her a minute then said, 'Look,
Jackie,' reading her name tag, 'whatever I do isn't fake. Those were real
bricks and these are my real muscles,'I said, and then flexed my bicep for
her. Immediately the sleeve on my top rew tighter and was in danger of
ripping. 'Ooh,' she said as her hand felt my softball size bicep, 'that's
huge.'

Jackie pulled the curtain that separated the galley from the main cabin and
unbottoned my blouse. At the sight of my breasts, she said, 'Shit, your tits
are even bigger up close,' and laughed, then said, 'I'm sorry, sometimes I
just say whatever pops into my mind.' 'That's OK,' I said, 'they are big, and
when these nipples get hard, I can punch holes in sheet metal with them, but
you saw that in the show.' 'Yes I did,' she said, fingering my nipples.

It was then that the curtain was pulled back and another flight attendent
entered and replaced the curtain. 'Janet,' Jackie said, 'this is the woman I
was telling you about, the one I went to see in that show the other night.'
'Hi,' Janet said, 'Jackie told me about your performance; sorry I wasn't able
to make it.' 'I was just admiring Genie's tits,' Jackie told Janet. Janet gave
my chest a critical appraisal. 'You have great boobs,' she said. I smiled, and
said, 'Thanks.'

'I don't think the airline would let us have muscles,' Jackie said, 'we have
to watch our weight and can't wear anything above a size four.' 'Wow,' I said,
'I haven't been a four in years.' 'And the airline wouldn't like us to have
big chests, either,' Janet said. 'That sucks,' I said, and laughed.

'Watch this,' I said, taking an apple from a bowl on the galley counter. I
placed the apple between my tits and with one flex, crushed the apple. 'I
didn't do that in the show,' I said. 'Awsome,' Janet said, 'that's fantastic,'
Jackie said. 'I can do the same with my vagina too,' I said. 'No way, show
us,' Jackie said.

I lifted my mini-skirt up and taking another apple from the bowl, placed it
against my clit and pushed it in with one finger. 'Watch,' I told the two
women. I clamped down and they could hear the crunch as my muscles reduced the
apple to pulp. 'Wow,' Janet said, 'That's fantastic,' and she reached down
retrieving a bit of apple that had clung to my thigh, and put it in her mouth.

'Here's one more,' I said and again, took a third apple from the bowl. This
time I placed it in the crook of my arm and flexed my bicep. The apple made a
snapping sound as it split in half, crushed between my bicep and forearm. 'You
are strong,' Jackie said, 'and beautiful too.' 'Thanks, Jackie,' I said, 'I'm
glad you enjoyed the show.' 'Oh, I did; Janet, did you know that when Genie's
nipples get hard, she can punch holes in sheet metal with them' Jackie said.
'No way,' Janet replied, 'I'd love to see that.'

'Girls, I need a little help here,' I said, and Jackie took my left tit and
Janet my right and nibbled, sucked and tongued them in their 'mini-erections'.
'OK,' I said, 'watch,' and I opened the lavatory door and proceeded to punch a
couple of holes into the sheet metal bulkhead with my nipples. 'Oh my God,'
exclaimed Janet, 'that is so totally cool.'

'Thank you,' I said, 'and can you girls do this?' I lifted my mini skirt and
proceeded to piss in the toilet. Small particals of apple plopped in the bowl
along with a steady stream of piss. The two flight attendants stood there with
their mouths open. 'Wow,' Jackie said, 'I didn't know you could do that.' 'I
can do anything a man can do, only better, faster and stronger,' I said, not
boasting but just stating fact.

'Well, it's been great meeting you two,' I said. 'Oh, the pleasure was ours,
mistress,' Jackie said. I smiled as I went back to my seat. As I sat down,
Alicia stirred and through sleepy lids said, 'Genie, button your blouse,
you're not on stage anymore.' 'No, just giving private shows,' I thought as I
buttoned my blouse, feeling my nipples through the fabric.

We landed in San Francisco and drove back to our house in Napa. It was mid-day
when we arrived and Alicia who had slept on the plane busied herself with
putting her "equipment" away and unpacking. I had cat-napped on the plane and
decided to go for a swim and relax by the pool.

Diego came and sat next to me and I filled him in on what happened and how the
shows had gone. He asked if I were hungry and went inside to fix me a drink
and a light lunch.

Alicia came out and took the chaise next to me. It was good to be back in
California. Diego came out and Alicia said, 'Here, Diego, we didn't know what
else to get you, so we picked these up on the beach in Australia,' and handed
him a pair of Speedo-type red briefs with Bondi Beach across the butt. 'Thank
you, Mistress Alicia, that is so sweet,' and stood up and put them on. They
fit snuggly, showing his adequate cock.

He ran a hand over the spandex fabric and said, 'I love them,' then hurried
off into the house, no doubt to admire him self in the mirror. Perhaps Diego
was turning a little feminine as a result of living with two dominant females,
I thought.

'It's great to be home,' Alicia said. 'It certainly is,' I said, 'what was the
highlight of your trip?' Alicia responded, 'Oh, the show of course, I loved
showing off what a domineering woman is capable of, and what was the highlight
for you,' she asked. 'With out question it was the destruction of Jesse' I
said, 'While he was a good, if not great lover, he was a player and I loved
killing him.'

'I'm worried about you, Genie,' Alicia said, 'I think it's not just about the
muscles any more, or even controlling the men and women, but it's turned into
something much more serious, shall we say'. 'Serious, what do you mean,' I
asked. 'Serious in that you enjoy killing your prey, and the more violent, the
better,' she said. 'Hmmm,' I said, 'you may be right.'

I knew she was right. It wasn't just about my muscles any more, or even
controlling my submissives, that was easy enough, but it was about filling my
need to dominate and destroy that really turned me on and believe me I loved
to be turned on.

Already I was thinking about who I could crush with my beautiful muscles. As I
lay there, my fingertips tracing the bulge of the veins in my abs and thighs,
I drifted off to sleep.

To be continued ...