Genie - Part 46
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
The beginning of the end - a story of a sadistic, muscle goddess.


Author's Note: This is the final chapter in the 'Genie' series, however, if
you, the reader, would like to see Genie's saga continue, please let me know.
Thanks!

'Still playing the hardass, Genie,' Jenny said, 'maybe prison will straighten
you up.' I smiled at her and said in a soft, controlled voice, 'Get screwed,
Jenny, you were always the troublemaker.'

The officer told me; 'Miss, would you mind getting dressed,' and quite
honestly I had forgotten that I was still naked. I looked at Jenny, and she
sneered and said, 'you're disgusting, Genie.' I wanted to grab her and crush
her like a bug. I should have done that back in the bathroom at prom.

'Jenny, if you had a body like mine,' I said, and flexed my biceps, 'you'd
want to show it off too. What do you think, officer, fantastic, right,' I said
addressing the male cop. He didn't say anything, but I took note that he
swallowed hard.

I got dressed and the male officer handcuffed me and read me my rights.
Apparently a routine patrol had stopped to check out my truck parked behind
the boutique and spotted the bodies of Tanya and Tim while I was cleaning up.
Probably the thing I found most humiliating was riding in back of Jenny Ortiz'
squad car to go to the police department.

Once in the car, she said, 'So, Genie, other than killing a couple of people,
what have you been up to?' and laughed. She thought she was so funny. I
snapped the links on the handcuffs which were behind my back and had curled my
fingers through the wire mesh of the protection divider on the back of her
seat when she slammed to a stop, turned around and tasered me. I was jolted
with 50,000 volts and after a series of shakes, my body went rigid. I hadn't
fully recouperated when we pulled into the police station.

'Be careful, guys,' Jenny said as four burly deputies came to haul me out of
the car. I was placed in a holding cell, and booked the next day, surrounded
once again by four sheriff's deputies.

Aunt Alicia came to see me and I spoke to her between a plexiglass partition.
'Genie,' she said through tears, 'I'm sorry, honey, I knew you were becoming
more and more violent. I should have stopped you, talked to you.' 'Don't blame
yourself, Aunt Alicia,' I said into the telephone handset, 'I did what I did
and I suppose I'll pay the price. Just take care of yourself and Diego. I'll
be OK.'

I was held without bail. My trial was scheduled to be held the next month. I
was being held as a 'maximum security risk' (MSR) person, in other words, the
county thought that I was enough of a hardass (as Jenny Ortiz had said) to
warant me having deputies with me whenever I was transported or left my cell.
I was not permitted to have a cell mate or interaction with other inmates.

A warrant was issued to search our house and a cadaver dog was brought in. The
decomposed body of a man was found behind the garage. My DNA was compared to
several other unsolved murders in Napa and around the Bay Area and found to be
a match. Probably the most shocking news was that I was implicated in the
death of an Assitant District Attorney for San Francisco.

My trial was postponed as the body count mounted and the evidence collected.
What had started out as a simple double homicide (if there is such a thing)
escalated and I was portrayed as a serial killer.

I met with my court appointed attorney numerous times. It seemed that with
each visit, another body had been uncovered or more evidence surfaced. With
Aunt Alicia present, we discussed a plea, saving the county the expense of a
trial.

The day of my trial came and I saw no point in pleading 'not guilty' and
dragging my aunt through endless days of court appearances and the
humiliation. I suspected she had suffered enough. I told my attorney that if
he could arrange a plea of life imprisonment instead of the death penalty, I
would accept it.

The attorney met with the judge and the district attorney, and while the
district attorney wanted his pound of flesh, an agreement was reached. I would
serve the rest of my life behind bars and not sit on death row.

I said my final farewell to Aunt Alicia and Diego at the county courthouse.
They both shed a lot of tears. During our visit, Aunt Alicia slipped me my
'supplement' pills when everyone's attention was focused on Diego who sobbed
hysterically.

I was transported to state prison in a vehicle that resembled an armored car
with four deputies, one of which was a smiling Jenny Ortiz. I was chained to
the wall of the vehicle. We rode in silence.

We stopped at a rest stop off the interstate. Ortiz went into the women's
restroom and came out only after it was void of other women. She then told me
I had five minutes and stood watching me as I unbuttoned my orange jumpsuit in
one of the bathroom stalls and pissed in the metal toilet standing up. 'Same
old Genie,' she mumbled.

'Jenny, if you want to come in here, I can piss in your mouth again,' I said
and chuckled. 'Shut up Genie,' she said, 'quit trying to be such a bitch'. 'Me
a bitch,' I said, 'you're the one who was getting all 'high and mighty' at the
prom, talking smack about me.' 'So it's my fault you turned out like you did,'
she asked. 'No,' I said, 'I turned out the way I did because I loved what I
did, and who I had become, I got off on it, I only killed those people because
they were assholes to me or deserved to die. Haven't you known people that you
felt needed to die?' 'Sure, but I never acted on it,' she said. 'Well, there
you go,' I said, 'I did act on it, and I've got to tell you, it felt great. To
crush some worm, that's the best.'

Back on the road, we again fell silent. We rolled through the small town of
Chowchilla in the central valley and then to the Central California Women's
Facility that I would call home from now on. The truck stopped first at one
set of electrically controlled gates, was waved through and once those gates
closed behind us, was allowed to pass into another holding yard. Once that
second set of gates closed, we exited the vehicle.

Paperwork was exchanged once inside 'Central Processing'. At that point, I
turned to Jenny and said, 'look, I know we had our problems, and I'm not
asking for your forgiveness, but if you can, please make sure that my aunt
isn't harassed by reporters or the media. I've made it tough enough on her.'
'I'll see what I can do,' she said, and I was led away.

I was processed, booked, issued a new prison uniform, and strip searched. The
woman doing the search looked as if she had been doing this for years, but
when she saw me, she asked, 'I'm not going to have any problems with you, am
I?' 'Not unless I have problems with you,' I replied and this drew a worried
look from her. She asked for a second guard to stand by. I had stashed my
packet of 'supplements' deep within me, so even the guard didn't find them.

Since the facility was so overcrowded, I was given a cell with a roommate.
Geri was serving time for beating her boyfriend to death because he had
molested her 5-year old daughter. 'Another case of the state prosecuting and
convicting someone who actually did the state and mankind a service', I
thought.

We couldn't have been more dissimilar. I stood a little over 6'-0", and was
muscular to the extent that they needed a man's-size jumpsuit for me so that
my arms and thighs would fit. Geri was petite, about 5'-3" and maybe 110-lbs.
She had an olive complexion and brown eyes, while I was blonde and blue.

While we were opposites, I didn't appear to intimidate her, and I liked that.
She certainly didn't intimidate me.

'A new chapter of life lay before me', I thought as I lay in my bunk that
night below Geri. I considered the question that was on a lot of people's
minds, 'would you do it all over again,' and right now I would have to say,
'yes, I probably would'. Now I'd just have to see how this place reacted to
having a muscle goddess in their midst.

I intended to make this place mine; and drifted off to sleep with the
knowledge that I could.