Genie - Modern Amazon
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Dennis and the warden walked back to her office. 'I can't wait to get started
working out with Genie,' the warden said, 'I think she'll teach us a lot.' 'I
agree,' Dennis said, 'with Genie's help we'll "whip" this facility into shape
in no time.' And they both chuckled.

Geri, Warden Cunningham, Dennis the correctional officer and Marlene Tsai, the
warden's secretary and I utilized the new gym. I would give a class or
instruction as people were free to attend, but pretty much had the place to
myself the rest of the time. The gym was not open to the general population
and in fact, at the warden's urging, it was a closely guarded secret.

The regular workouts with free weights, machines and cardio exercises was
augmented with the 'supplement' tablets and meals that were not standard
prison cuisine. I was pleased to once again be pumping iron and could see a
marked improvement in my body. Not only was I putting on mass and lifting
heavier weight but I was also getting taller. I now stood 6'-4" and looked as
imposing as I felt. I spent hours honing my body. The times I ventured into
the general population, the other inmates moved away from me and cleared a
path through crowded corridors or in the exercise yard where I sneered at the
other girls working with such puny weights. I loved to see the admiration and
fear in their eyes. I could almost smell their fear.

Geri's small frame took on a thickness within the first three weeks. She added
muscle mass and definition. I was standing behind Geri as she looked at
herself in the mirror after a morning workout. 'Just look at the definition in
your arms,' I said, running a finger along the hard mass of Geri's bicep.
'I've never looked this good,' Geri said, 'or had so much energy.'

It was true, Geri was a quick learner and put her entire being into improving
her appearance and well being. Her breasts had grown a cup size, her legs,
calves and arms were more defined and her abs were beginning to show the
outline of a six-pack. She was lifting heavier weights and increasing the
number of reps.

I kissed Geri on the trapizius muscle and reached in front of her running a
hand down across her abs to her mons. 'Honey,' I said, 'I need to use some of
the wax on that mons of yours.' 'I think you're right,' Geri said, 'let's do
it.'

Geri lay on a flat bench as I heated the wax in a pan on a small hot plate
that my aunt had brought. I applied a thin layer of wax and the towelette.
With one swift move I removed the hair. Minutes later, Geri was smooth and
clean as a newborn. 'That looks and feels much better,' I said admiring my
handiwork. Geri ran a hand over herself, fingering her clit.

Geri was my girl. No one touched her but me and she knew it, everyone knew it.
That's why I was surprised to see bruises on her right breast as she lay
there. 'What is this,' I asked, holding her breast. She broke eye contact and
looked away. 'That's nothing, mistress,' she said. 'Geri,' I said, 'it's
something and it looks like bruises caused by someone's fingers, now who did
this?' 'It was Tanya, Tanya Wright,' she said, 'she didn't mean anything by
it, Genie, honest.' I looked at Geri, feeling the rage build up inside. I must
have tightened my grip on her breast because she said, 'Genie, please, you're
hurting me.' I let go, looking down at the bruises Tanya had left on Geri's
tit, my tit.

Without so much as saying a word, I shrugged into my jumpsuit and left the
gym, headed for the yard. I knew where I could find Tanya. She was with the
rest of the Cripps' by the basketball courts. Yvonne saw me coming and came my
way to find out what the problem was. She could tell there was a problem by
the look on my face and my clenched fists.

'Genie, what's the matter?' Yvonne asked. I stopped but at first didn't say
anything. I had never had a problem with Yvonne or the Cripps, until now. I
looked her right in the eye and said, 'Your girl, Tanya bruised Geri. Geri
belongs to me. No one manhandles my property, do you understand, Yvonne.'
Yvonne's eyes darted in the direction of her crew and I said, 'If they take
another step, Yvonne, I'll snap your neck before they get here and I'll kill
the lot of them, do you understand. I have no gripe with you, it's Tanya I
want.' Yvonne quickly held up her hand and the group stopped, that is all
except one.

Tanya ran into the nearest cellblock and I was right on her heels. People
scattered and I was gaining. Tanya finally found herself in the first floor
shower area, cornered. 'Please Genie, I didn't mean anything,' she begged, 'I
didn't mean to hurt Geri, she just, well, she has those gorgeous tits, you
know, I just couldn't help myself, I just had to feel them. It won't happen
again, Genie, honest, it wasn't anything personal.' All the while she was
talking I was slowly closing the ground between us.

'Yvonne,' Tanya said, 'help me here. Tell Genie to leave me alone.' I glanced
over my shoulder and Yvonne and the rest of the Cripps were now there,
watching. No one moved and Tanya began to sob. Yvonne looked at me then at
Tanya and said, 'I'm sorry girl, you brought this on yourself, and you know
the rules in here, never mess with anyone's girlfriend. You tried putting the
moves on Genie's girl, now you have to take the heat for that,' then Yvonne
and her group turned as if to leave, but didn't move. They were forming a
human fence against between Tanya and I and the guards and inmates.

I turned and looked at Tanya and smiled. I slowly walked to Tanya and she slid
down the wall of the shower. I reached down and grasping the front of her
jumpsuit, brought her first to her feet, and then held her aloft with my left
hand. With my right I grasped her left breast and squeezed reducing the tissue
to mush. She yelled and I gave her a right to her jaw, knocking her
unconscious and silencing her cries. I delivered a series of rights to her
face and body, shattering bones with each blow. My right arm was a piston now
pummeling Tanya or what use to be Tanya.

I would have continued had it not been for Yvonne who gently put a hand on my
pumped traps and whispered in my ear, 'That's it, Genie, you got what you
needed, and you can put her down now.' I stopped hitting her and unclenched my
grasp of her jumpsuit. It was in rags and bloody, very bloody. I quietly
turned and walked out of the cellblock and across the yard the way I had come.

Later that afternoon, the warden and Dennis came into the gym. 'I heard what
you did to Tanya Wright, Genie,' Warden Cunningham said, 'you shouldn't have
done that.' 'Why, what are you going to do, give me another life sentence,' I
said, 'she bruised Geri. Geri is mine and she didn't need to touch her. Tanya
got what she deserved.'

'OK, OK,' Dennis said, 'we'll make that go away. Somehow, but right now we
need to talk to you, Genie.' 'Go on,' I said, 'I'm a captive audience,' and
laughed at my own joke. Warden Cunningham rolled her eyes which made me laugh
even more.

'Look, Genie,' the warden said, 'I'm going to level with you. Dennis and I
have a little business going here at the facility. We need a girl with you
talents to help us. Would you be willing to help us, Genie?'

I looked from one to the other and not reading their face said, 'Business,
what sort of business? And what would I get out of it, helping you that is?'
'Well,' the warden said, 'I'm not going to tell you what the business is right
now till you commit to helping us, but I will tell you what you'll get out of
it if you do help us is a night out of the facility.'

I couldn't believe I heard her correctly. 'What?' I asked. 'You heard me
right,' she said, 'if you agree to help us, you'll get a night or two out of
here.' 'Shit,' I thought, 'who do I have to kill?' But that I would do for
free and the warden knew it. 'OK,' I said, 'I'm in, so what's this business
that you have?'

Dennis said, 'we supply girls for various "special interest" clientele, if you
get my meaning.' I thought I did but figured I'd play dumb. 'I'm not sure I
do,' I said, 'what do you mean "special interest" clientele?' 'Genie,' the
warden said, 'we operate our business to offset the budget cuts that have
taken place over the last year or two. Now keep in mind, the girls that are in
the business are there because they want to be. That said, Dennis and I, and
Marlene who keeps the books, provide a service for a select group of men and
women. They are all screened. What we need is someone with your talent to
provide specific entertainment. Something like what your aunt described you
did in Australia.'

'You want me to be an entertainer again? Feats of strength, muscle worship,
that sort of thing?' I asked. 'Exactly, plus an occasional "private
performance" which I know will be pleasurable for you,' she said and smiled.
'Alright, like I said, I'm in,' I said. 'Good, good,' the warden said. 'But
you know I'll need to have some outfits, some costumes,' I said. 'Hmm,' she
said, 'I hadn't really thought of that, Dennis, do we know anyone who can make
costumes?' 'I think I can get a name and a number, let me get back to you on
that,' he said. 'Don't take too long, we have a private showing next week,'
the warden said.

As it turned out, Dennis did get the name of a seamstress, actually a cousin
of his. She worked out of her house. Dennis and I went there one evening.
Barbara, Dennis' cousin, was a mouse of a woman, but she took in everything I
told her I needed, jotting it all down in a notebook. She needed a step stool
to take my measurements across the shoulders and to get my neck size. She was
very thorough but I knew she would give her right arm to spend a night with
me. I smiled as she measured my inseam, and hips. I was naked and the sight of
my clit, I knew, was making her wet. We were alone in her bedroom and as she
was making the last of her notations, I bent down and gave her a kiss, parting
her lips with my tongue and allowing it to travel down her throat while with
my right hand I lifted her house dress and ran a finger through her panties
and into her pussy. She could barely gasp, but I brought her to orgasm with my
finger in minutes.

'Thank you,' she said as I withdrew my finger and broke the kiss. 'No, thank
you, I know my outfits will be perfect,' I said. 'Come back and I'll be happy
to assist with your fitting,' she said. 'I'm sure you will be', I thought.
'OK, Barbara,' I said.

Dennis and I did return a few days later and I did try on all of the outfits.
The craftsmanship was wonderful, the fabric fantastic and the fit was like a
second skin. I rewarded Barbara by allowing her access to my clit. As she
flicked my clit with her tongue, Dennis couldn't hide his erection. 'Go ahead,
Dennis,' I said, 'jerk off before you explode,' and he did as I climaxed,
soaking Barbara's face and leaving a puddle on her floor. I had no doubt that
Barbara would love every minute of cleaning up my juices.

The night of the performance came and I was lead to a wing of the prison that
I hadn't been in before. I wore 4-inch spiked ankle boots and a black velvet
thong that fit snugly into my butt and was perhaps an inch wide in front. It
hid nothing but served only to contain my clit. The velvet was on the inside
as well as out. Same could be said for the top, which only served to accent my
magnificent breasts. The velvet felt soft against the underside of my tits.
Over this outfit I wore a black satin kimono, tied at the waist. Barbara had
made me similar outfits in red, green and a tan that from a distance, I'm
sure, gave me the appearance of being naked.

I entered a backstage area and peered through the curtains. Perhaps a dozen
men, some with dates or wives sat there as well as a couple of pair of women.
Warden Cunningham gave a short introduction and Dennis pushed a button that
parted the curtains. He also cued some music that I suspect they felt was
appropriate for the occasion.

I came on stage and walked back and forth in front of the audience once, then
twice. On my third pass, I unknotted the robe and slowly took it off. Soft
gasps of delight came from the audience. The houselights were such that I
couldn't make out faces, but I knew they were impressed.

Next, I flexed my thighs, relaxing the muscle then snapping them back so that
the muscles bulged. I tightened my abs, giving them a perfect look at what an
8-pack looked like. After every pose, there were gasps and intakes of breath
and an occasional round of applause.

I reached behind me and unclasped my top. I heard a buzz arise from the
audience. I continued to pose, running a hand over my massive chest and
pinching my nipples. They hardened at my touch.

When I removed my thong, I thought the group would rush the stage. The chatter
from the audience almost overrode the music. At this point, I picked up a
brick that was lying at the end of the stage and squeezed it till it was dust
in my hand. I then did the same with the other hand. Applause and cheers met
my ears.

I bent angle iron, steel bars, and an aluminum bat, folded a steel wheel rim
and even held a sheet of fairly heavy gage steel sheeting against my chest
which I penetrated with my nipple. The crowd went wild. I was about to gather
my thong, bra and robe and walk off when a woman said, 'I'll pay a thousand
bucks to eat her pussy!' I could see Dennis and the warden back stage from
where I was standing and the warden only nodded.

Turning, I laid my clothes back on the stool and shielded my eyes from the
overhead lights. 'Which one of you bitches said that,' I commanded. A woman of
about forty with gray streaked hair and wearing a stylish three-piece suit
raised her hand as if she were in school.

'A thousand bucks to eat my pussy,' I said, 'well come on up here and put your
money where your mouth will be.' She nearly ran forward, cash in hand and was
about to hand the money to me when I said, 'roll it up and put it in my cunt.'
She did and before she let go, I drew the money into my vagina. She laughed
and clapped. Others followed suit. I released it and sat the money aside.

'All right, bitch, get to it,' I said, 'I haven't got all night, but if or
when I climax, you will take all of me and swallow it, do you understand?' She
nodded yes and as I sat on the edge of the stool, she began to service me. I
gave her face a ride for several minutes, then told her, 'your tongue is
worthless, finger-fuck me, bitch.'

She timidly fingered my clit, then inserted it. 'More,' I said, and she placed
a second finger inside. 'More,' I said, 'put your hand in there,' and she did.
That's when I began constricting and loosening my vaginal muscles. They were
so strong that she had no control other than to piston her arm along with me.

'Alright,' I said urgently, 'I'm going to explode, take me!' I released my
hold on her arm and she withdrew it, bending forward to once again tongue my
clit. That's when I exploded. The woman slurped and licked cleaning whatever
didn't fall to the floor.

'You're magnificent, Genie,' she said, and holding her chin between my thumb
and forefinger, looked into her eyes and said, 'you will call me mistress or
Mistress Genie, do you understand?' 'Yes, mistress,' she replied. 'And that
goes for the rest of you, too, do you understand?' I said noticing that the
audience had encircled the stool to get a close up look at the two of us.
'Yes, mistress,' they answered as one.

To be continued ...