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



'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.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' Warden Cunningham said behind us, 'that concludes our
special performance for this evening. I trust you enjoyed yourself. Let's give
Mistress Genie a round of applause.' And they did as they filed out. Several
of the men left business cards with their private number tucked under my thong
and someone put a $50 bill there.

Once everyone was gone, I told Judy, 'well, this could be lucrative,' handing
her the money that the woman had given me. Judy didn't take it, whether
because it had been in my pussy or because she felt I had earned it, I didn't
know. 'Lucrative, yes,' she said, 'those people paid good money to watch you
perform. We'll double the audience next time. By the way, you get to keep
whatever tips they give you.' 'Thank you, Judy, and what about these,' I said
holding up the business cards that were left, 'do I get to get out and play
with these men?' She plucked them from my fingers and said, 'I don't think
that would be in our best interest, do you?' and laughed. I laughed too.

I put my thong back on and the kimono but carried the bra. Dennis walked me
back to the gym. 'I'm going to have a little workout and then shower,' I told
him, 'I'll get back to "my house". He looked skeptical. 'Go on, this is a good
gig, you can trust me,' I said.

'No, it's not that, mistress,' he said, 'it's just that I was wondering how
you do it. I mean you're so beautiful and so in control, how do you remain in
control.' I looked at him for a long time, then said, 'its not easy, Dennis,
men and women are weaker than me, they all want me to dominate them, control
them and their weakness,' I shrugged out of my robe and let it fall to the
floor, 'right now you want to fuck me. I know that, but you won't until I tell
you that you may. What is hard is maintaining control over my emotions. Like
when I killed Tanya, it was so easy to reduce her to pulp. I couldn't stop, it
just felt so good. I got off on it. Controlling your emotions or others is not
the problem, controlling mine is difficult.'

With a finger in the waistband on either side of my thong, I ran it down my
huge thighs and let it fall to the floor with my kimono. 'You can hardly
resist touching my body can you Dennis,' I said, 'touching my muscles, making
love to them, worshipping them. You dream about me every night and wake with
an erection and find it necessary to jack-off just thinking about me, isn't
that true, Dennis?' 'Yes, mistress,' he whispered.

I began to explore my body with my fingertips. 'My muscles are like iron,
Dennis, or warm granite,' I said and flexed my biceps, then with the tip of my
tongue, ran it along the biceps length. 'I get so turned on just thinking of
my muscles. They really are spectacular, aren't they Dennis?' 'Yes, mistress,'
he said, barely audible.

'You're not going to come yet are you, Dennis, because I don't want you to
come yet,' I said. 'Here, let me show you something about muscle control,' I
said and picked up a metal handle for the pull down machine. The shaft was
about an inch in diameter and maybe 16-inches long. With my pelvis slightly
thrust forward, I inserted one end into my waiting pussy. 'Now watch
carefully, Dennis, while I make love to this bar.'

I ran the bar in and out, Dennis transfixed by my strength and control. 'Take
your pants off, Dennis,' I said and he immediately did. 'Now your briefs,' and
again he complied, his hands immediately going to his cock. 'No, Dennis, don't
touch yourself,' I said, 'this lesson is about control.'

I continued to pump the bar and as I found myself nearing climax I told
Dennis, 'I'm going to let this bar fall to the floor, Dennis, then I'll climax
and my juices will squirt you. I want you to come when I tell you to, but you
are not to use your hands to masturbate just as I didn't use mine, do you
understand?' 'Yes, mistress,' he croaked.

'Very well, Dennis,' I said running the bar in and out a few final times.
'Here comes the bar,' and I let it fall to the floor, 'and here comes my cum,'
and squirted him, drenching his stomach and cock, 'come now, Dennis,' I
commanded. And without him touching himself, he came. 'Ahhh,' he sighed.

I smiled at him and patted his head. 'Excellent, Dennis, that's what
"control", is all about. You did well, now go, clean yourself up, I have to
work on my muscles.' Dennis picked up his briefs and put them on as well as
his jeans and left.

Rather than workout as I said I was, I went back to my room with Geri. I hated
to think of it as a cell. The warden allowed me, and Geri, the freedom to come
and go as we pleased.

Geri was asleep in her bunk. I woke her with a kiss and whispered, 'Come, I
need you now,' and she crawled into my bunk with me. We cuddled without making
love and fell asleep.

Life went on at "The Facility". I performed in several more shows and like the
warden had said, the audience grew.

Warden Cunningham and her secretary, Marlene Tsai was gaining muscle under my
instruction as was Dennis and Geri.

Then one day when Marlene was working out, she told me about her neighbors who
seemed to have problems with the Tsai's. Marlene, near tears, told me about
how her husband's car tires had been slashed and their garage door having been
spray painted with racial slurs. She mentioned that their neighbors were a
bitter middle age couple that continually watched as the Tsai's came and went.

As she was finishing her story, Warden Cunningham came in for her daily
workout. Marlene recounted the story once more and the warden looked at me and
said, 'what do you think, up for teaching a couple a little about manners?'
'Sure, you bet,' I said eager to escape "The Facility", even if only for a few
hours.

That night, about eleven o'clock, Dennis and I left the prison, arriving at
the address Marlene had given us about 20 minutes later. On the way over,
Dennis had asked if he could watch. I knew he wanted to see me in action more
than participate, so I reluctantly agreed, but cautioned him not to say
anything, especially our names. As before, I went to the rear door and again
found it unlocked. 'People certainly are trusting,' I thought as Dennis and I
entered.

Dennis was dressed in dark jeans and black muscle T. I had on my "catsuit"
which was becoming snug with my added height and muscle mass. I wore my black
ankle boots which gave me even more height.

In the entryway, we crept down the hallway to the back of the house and the
bedrooms. The master bedroom at the end of the hall was dark, but I could make
out two figures asleep under their covers. I stood quietly listening, soft
breathing from her and a light snore from him.

I signaled for Dennis to go to the side of the bed that the woman was sleeping
on. I thought I'd take care of the man first. As we stood next to the bed
looking down at the couple, he stirred, and then his eyes blinked open. In the
time it took his eyes to focus, I clamped a hand across his mouth and lifted
him out of bed. He struggled against me, but to no avail. He wore pajamas
which I striped from him with one hand, buttons popping, tearing the bottoms
off him.

The woman, sensing the commotion, woke and Dennis placed a hand over her mouth
before she could utter a sound. The woman wore a pair of pajama's similar to
the man's but in a feminine print. 'Strip her,' I told Dennis. Following my
lead, he pulled her shirt off and pajama bottoms down.

I spun the man around to face me and wrapped my hand around his throat.
'Listen to me,' I told him, 'if you ever disturb the neighbors again, or do
anything to harass them, I'll come back here and kill you, do you understand?'
'Yes,' he croaked. 'Good,' I said, and still with my hand securely around the
man's throat, I half carried, half walked him around the bed and with my free
hand, tore the woman's bra away and ripped the panties from her.

'Nice,' I said, admiring her. I put my hand on her mons. 'I'm going to tell
you the same thing, if you ever disturb or harass your neighbors again, I'm
going to come back here and rape you, do you understand?' 'Yes,' she
whispered, tears welling in her eyes. I looked at the man and there was pure
hatred in his eyes. I threw him back on the bed.

'OK,' I said to Dennis, 'let's go,' and turned to leave. No sooner had I
turned than the man got off the bed and dashed to the open closet. As he
turned he was brandishing a golf club. As he swung, the shaft rather than the
club head hit my shoulder and bent. I turned quickly and taking the club from
my shoulder, bent it twice and tossed it in the corner.

'What the hell is the matter with you?' I asked, 'I was going to walk out of
here, now I can't just leave and let you think you ran me off,' and I hit him
in the stomach doubling him over. I looked over at the wife.

Dennis still had her back pinned to his front, one arm around her waist and
the other holding one wrist. I moved to face her and looked down into brown
eyes. 'You want me, don't you, slut?' I asked. 'Yes,' she whispered. I smiled.
'Let her go,' I said to Dennis, and he released her.

'What do you want, bitch?' I asked. 'I want to kiss you,' she said softly. I
put a hand on her left breast and gave a light squeeze, the other on the back
of her head, and bent and kissed her full on the mouth, running my tongue down
her throat. I felt her begin to choke and l withdrew my tongue and broke the
kiss. She was still gagging a bit. I ran my hand down her abdomen and fingered
her clit. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back.

I bent and whispered in her ear, 'I'm too much for you, slut; you choked when
I French kissed you and I could crush your pretty little pussy,' I said,
applying a little pressure. 'I could crush your husband's balls and dick, do
you want that?' She nodded. 'So, don't make me come back here and kill him or
you, do you understand?' I said. She nodded, unable to speak. I released my
grasp of her.

I then walked to the side of the bed where the husband now sat, head in his
hands sniffling. 'Quit your sniveling, bitch,' I said, and squatted in front
of him. 'Look at me when I'm talking to you,' I said and reluctantly he raised
his head and looked into my eyes. Now instead of rage I saw fear. 'Good,' I
thought, and I reached out and took his flaccid cock between my thumb and
forefinger. 'I would love to crush your cock, but I won't unless I have to
return,' I said, then gave it a bit of a squeeze and he winced with pain. I
smiled and stood up.

'OK, let's go,' I said to Dennis, 'I think these two have learned their
lesson.'

Dennis and I left. On the ride back to the prison I said to Dennis, 'you did
well, you did as I said and didn't ask any questions.' 'Thank you, mistress',
he replied. We were driving through a seedy part of town. A series of strip
malls, bars and sleazy motels.

'Pull in here,' I told him and he pulled into the motel parking lot. 'Shut off
the engine,' I said, Dennis probably thought I had to pee. Soon, a couple came
out of the office, the man with his arm around the woman's waist. From her
dress, I knew she was a hooker.

I quietly got out of the car and followed them, Dennis trailing a few feet
behind. As they entered their room, I stopped the door from closing and
entered behind them, locking the door as I shut it.

They turned to look at me, a shocked look on his face, and a pissed-off look
on hers. 'Hi,' I said, 'sorry to interrupt your party, but I thought I'd throw
a little twist to this evening's entertainment.'

Dennis was pounding on the door, 'Genie, what are you doing. We've got to get
back.' I turned and over my shoulder said, 'Shut up, Dennis, and wait for me
in the car!' 'Who the hell are you,' the man asked. 'I'm your evening's
entertainment,' I said. 'Get lost, sister,' the woman said, 'I saw him first.'
'That may be, but he's mine now,' I said and advanced on the pair. I was
taller than the man by 6 or 7 inches and much taller than the woman. She
craned her neck to look up at me.

I wrapped my fingers around her slender throat and picked her off the ground
holding her aloft. I looked in the man's eyes as she struggled to free herself
from my grasp. 'So, who's it going to be, me or this cunt?' I asked. 'His eyes
darted from me to the woman and back to me. 'Err, you, I guess,' he answered
lamely. 'You guess?', I said, and flexed the bicep of my free arm for him, and
said, 'There's no doubt who you pick.'

The woman was running out of air and her head rolled to the side. I tossed her
on the bed where she landed with a bounce. 'Get undressed, I want to see you
naked,' I said, and much to his credit, he began removing his clothes. 'Hurry
up,' I said, 'I don't have all night.' I kicked off my boots and unzipped my
catsuit and was naked before he was.

I looked at him and his semi-erect penis was about 8-inches. 'Nice,' I said,
and reached down. He involuntarily pulled away. I slapped him with my other
hand, 'don't pull away from me, bitch,' I said and proceeded to grab his cock.
I gently stroked him to an erection, pleased that his member was now about
10-inches. 'That will do,' I said and pushing the woman off the bed onto the
floor, laid down and told the man, 'OK, stud, fuck me.'

He entered me and I began pumping him. He had no control over the matter so I
said, 'just sit back and enjoy the ride, big boy, but don't come until I tell
you to.' As my muscles worked, he was helpless and soon came; however, I kept
pumping until I was ready. With a final thrust, I exploded. 'Ahh,' I said, 'I
needed that.'

I released my grip on him and he fell off of me. 'Wow, where are you going,' I
asked, 'you need to get down there and clean my pussy. I don't want your cum
in me.' He stood there. 'I said eat me!' I hissed. He knelt between my legs
and sucked and tongued me until my pussy was clean. As he was finishing, I
said, 'Do you love these thighs, I've killed men with them you know.' Now he
was looking a little apprehensive.

Sitting up, I pulled the light cord from a bedside lamp. 'Put your hands
together in front of you,' I said, and wrapped the cord around his wrists.
'Alright, have a seat in that chair, I'm going to put on a little show for you
because you've been a great stud,' I told him. I picked the girl up and placed
her on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I replaced my ankle boots. I
knew the heels and added height made my legs look longer and calf muscles
swell.

Standing in front of him I did a series of poses starting with my calves and
proceeding up my body finishing with an awesome display of my traps. It didn't
surprise me to see that he again had an erection.

The woman was beginning to come around and I tore her blouse off and ripped
her skirt open. She wore no bra, but had thong panties on. I balled these in
my fist and ripped them off as well. 'What are you ... ' she began to say and
I jammed the panties into her mouth. 'Shut up, bitch, maybe a little taste of
your own shit will keep you quiet,' I said.

She began to grab for the gag I had placed in her mouth but I grabbed her
wrist first and hauled her to her feet, me holding her against my chest. She
was the perfect height for my tits lay on her shoulders, her head between
them. 'Watch this,' I said to the man and turned slightly so that he was
looking at the woman. I tightened my pectoral muscles holding her head in
place. I was getting excited again and my nipples were now becoming hard. I
continued to focus on tightening my chest and the woman began to hit my tits.
'Save your strength, honey,' I told her.

I wrapped one arm around her chest and with my other hand, grabbed her crotch.
I began applying pressure, a little at first, but increasing. Finally a rib
snapped, then her pelvic bone. I think I fractured her skull with my tits,
because I could tell that she was now limp.

The man sat there with his mouth open probably not comprehending what I had
just done. But, just to be sure, I put a hand on each side of the woman's rib
cage and crushed it. Bones snapped and soon blood flowed from her mouth. I let
her drop to the floor.

'Did you like that,' I asked the man. 'Did you see how I crushed her with just
my hands,' I said, 'now do you believe me when I say I could kill you with
just my legs.' He nodded "yes."

I placed the toe of my boot between his legs, an inch away from his scrotum. I
looked into his eyes and saw fear. I smiled and then moved my boot forward.
'No, please, don't,' he begged. 'What, are you afraid I'll crush your dick
with my boot?' I asked, and he nodded. 'Don't worry,' I said, removing my foot
and instead taking his cock and scrotum in my hand, 'I like the feel of
these,' I said and crushed them.

To be continued ...