Genie - Part 44
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The beginning of the end - a story of a sadistic, muscle goddess.


I drove fast as if to escape the fact that I had just killed a high profile
Assistant DA. I was fulfilled, but afraid. 'Could things get any worse,' I
thought, and I was about to get my answer.

I arrived home a little after midnight and went immediately to my room. I
spent a restless night and woke the next morning drenched in sweat.

I went about my daily regimine. Working out for a couple of hours, feeling my
muscles ache and burn, studying myself in the mirrors and running my hands
over my warm hard muscles, toying with the veins that snaked below the
surface.

I went for a swim, logging 20 laps of the pool and had a light lunch on the
patio. 'Is there anything else I can get you, Mistress Genie,' Diego asked. I
was about to dismiss him when I said, 'Actually you could fuck me, Diego,' I
said, 'would you like that?' 'Oh, yes, mistress,' he replied and we padded off
to my bedroom.

Diego was a great lover and he worshiped both Alicia and me. We had trained
him well over the last several years. He had staying power when it came to sex
and paced himself to mine or Alicia's needs. As today, it was obvious I was in
no hurry, so Diego willed himself to keep pace.

My breathing quickened as did Diego's and we climaxed at the same time.
Without so much as a word, I got up and straddled his face allowed him to
tongue me, cleaning my vagina of my jucies and his cum. Diego was more than
happy to do this and swallow every drop as he knew this pleased his mistress.
His life now revolved around pleasing his two mistresses.

'You're a masterful lover, Diego,' I told him. 'Thank you, mistress, I'm glad
I please you,' he replied. And he left my bed. I lay there thinking about my
last 'kill', as I thought of it. Maybe I had escaped detection, but an
Assistant District Attorney would surely maen that the police would pull out
all the stops.

I got dressed and drove into town. I picked up a newspaper at the corner
liquor store, and then walked down the block to Denise's boutique. "Mistress
Genie,' Denise yelled as I walked in, 'how are you, I haven't seen you since
that attempted robbery some time back.' 'I've been fine, Denise, Alicia and I
were in Australia putting on some shows and exhibitions, but we're back now,'
I said, 'you look fantastic'. And she did. She was about 5'-7" now, so I knew
she had grown in height, but she carried herself well and looked thicker in
the chest with a nice firm set of abs. She had on a peasant blouse, off the
shoulder, and I could tell her shoulders were far more developed. Even a bit
of a bulge to her trapizius muscles where she had none before.

I held her shoulders and gave her a kiss on her lips. 'I can't get over the
transformation that you've gone through, Denise. Truly amazing,' I said. 'I
owe it all to you, Mistress Genie,' she said, 'I'm more assertive and
confident, not to mention stronger, both physically and mentally.' 'Good,' I
said, 'I'm glad to hear it.' 'Any more problems with shoplifters,' I asked.
'No, but there has been a series of burglaries of the shops here,' she said,
'I suspect it's kids since they usually spray paint graffitti before fleeing.'
'Hmm,' I said, 'that does sound like kids. Would you mind if I spent the night
here tonight, I haven't been sleeping well lately anyway?' 'Oh, Mistress
Genie, that would be fine,' Denise said.

That night I returned well after dark. Denise had given me a key. I locked
myself inside and had been reading and trying on clothes in the back room for
several hours when I heard the rattle of the front door. I quickly turned out
the light. As I peered through the backroom door, two figures huddled near the
front door. First the main door latch clicked, and then the deadbolt slid to
its open position. The two black clad figures entered the store, one carrying
a black nylon bag.

The one without the bag went immediately to the cash register, while the
second began clearing merchandise from the far wall. Everything ended in a
heap on the floor. I quietly entered the shop and in bare feet, snuck up
behind the figure at the register. I placed a hand over his or her mouth and
carried them to the back room. Once out of the main shop, I hit the person on
the jaw knocking them out.

I looked around the corner of the backroom door at the other burglar who was
busy spray painting the wall from which he or she had removed the clothes.
Apparently unaware of the fate that had befallen their buddy, I again snuck up
behind the person and spun them around. There was enough light coming from the
streetlights outside for me to see the terror in the person's eyes. I drove my
fist into their midsection. They doubled over and gasped for breath.

I reached down and grabbed the person by the throat, lifted them and pinned
them against the wall. It was a young man, perhaps fifteen, a faint trace of
chin hair. He was losing air rapidly, but I was patient, I waited and just
before he passed out, I let him drop to the floor.

He got to his knees, wheezing badly. With my right hand, I picked him up by
the shirt collar and hit him in the right side of his rib cage with a quick
left. 'Unh,' he said, 'please, no more,' he begged. 'Fuck you, asshole,' I
said, and gave him another left, this one more to the kidney on his right
side. He pissed his pants. As I held him there, his feet a couple of inches
off the ground, I studied him, then with no warning, hit him in the jaw,
breaking it. The boy was out cold. I let him drop in his own urine.

I went back to the supply room and slapped the face of the other burglar. As
it turned out, this one was a girl. She wore a black pullover and black watch
cap, black jeans and shoes. She came to and said, 'what the fuck. Where's
Tim?' 'Tim is taking a nap right now, who are you,' I asked. She mulled over
the question for almost a minute then said, 'my name is Tanya.' 'Well, Tanya,'
I said, 'let me take you to Tim; but first, I want to make sure you don't run
away or anything, so I'm going to tie you up.' I wrapped some twine around her
wrists and then down to her ankles. I literally carried her back to the shop
where Tim was still out. 'Is he dead,' Tanya asked. 'No, not yet,' I said and
let her sit with her back to the counter so she could see Tim lying on the
floor. 'Is Tim your boyfriend,' I asked. 'Yes,' she said, and began to cry.
'Look,' I said, stepping out of the thong I was wearing, 'I'm going to put
these in your mouth as a gag so you don't yell. I've found they work well for
that and who knows, you might enjoy the taste. Do you have any questions
before I put the gag in?' I didn't hesitate, 'No, OK then,' and wadded up the
panties and stuffed them in her mouth. I loved watching my victim's go
wide-eyed as this girl did, not knowing what was coming.

'Tim has been a bad boy,' I said looking down at the girl on the floor. 'He
pissed his pants when I hit him, can you believe that'. She only stared up at
me. I squated in front of her and took her pull over in both my hands and
ripped it down the front exposing her small breasts. Then taking a nipple
between forefinger and thumb, I squeezed it. 'I said, he pissed his pants, can
you believe that. When I ask you a question, you will answer me, do you
understand?' and I crushed her nipple.

I squatted there waiting. Her eyes were held shut tight from the pain. I stuck
a finger into her mouth and fished out my thong. 'Tanya, things will end
easier for you if you cooperate, do you understand,' I said, 'When I ask you a
question, I expect an answer or a nod. Can you do that for me, honey?' 'Yes,'
came a feeble reply. 'Good,' I said and inserted my thong into my vagina.
Tanya's eyes were now focused on my clit which hung like a small penis. 'Would
you like to suck my 'she-cock', Tanya' I asked, and she nodded her head 'no'.
'I didn't think so,' I said, and withdrew the now wet panties and put them
back in her mouth. Again she squinted up her eyes. I laughed, 'surely I don't
taste that bad, do I' and she nodded 'no' again. 'Good,' I said and stood up.

'Now, I'm going to explain everything I'm going to do to Tim. First, I'm going
to get him undressed', and I took his jeans off and pulled his pullover off. I
untied his shoes and even took his socks off.

To be continued ...