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



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 taking his cock and scrotum in my hand, 'I like the feel of these,' I said
and crushed them.

I did it quickly and watched the man's eyes. The pain must have taken 4 or 5
seconds to register as that's when he began to scream. I quickly clamped my
hand over his mouth.

'That must be very painful,' I said, 'I'm glad though that I was the last
woman you will ever screw. Now I'm going to face fuck you, do you know what
that means.' He nodded and I said, 'good.'

He was sitting in a straight back wooden chair that had been at the cigarette
scarred desk. I tilted it back and straddled his face, reducing the back of
the chair to splinters with my tremendous thighs. I positioned his face under
me and said, 'Go on, tongue me.' He tried his best, but I think the pain I had
inflicted in his groin prevented him from putting his heart and soul into it.
'No matter,' I thought, 'it's getting late, I need to get a move on.'

I tightened my thighs and I felt his jaw snap as I ground my pelvis into his
face. It felt so good I found myself playing with my nipples, squeezing them
and pulling them.

I was interrupted by Dennis pounding on the motel room door. I let the man
fall to the floor on his back.

I opened the door and Dennis stepped through, 'Mistress, we have to get going'
he said in a rush, and I think he was going to say more but took in the scene
before him. 'What did you do?' he asked. 'I was just having some fun,' I said,
'I needed to let off a little steam after jerking around Marlene's neighbors.'
'So you killed that couple?' he asked.

I looked at the woman and the man and said, 'Yeah, I guess I did, Dennis. They
were just a whore and a john, it's not like they were stand-up citizens.' 'We
don't know that,' he said, 'we need to make this look like an accident or
something.'

I began to laugh and he looked at me. 'What,' he asked, and I said, 'Dennis, I
crushed these two to death, how can we make that look like an accident?' 'I
don't know,' he said, 'but the warden is going to be pissed.' 'We won't tell
her about it, here's what we'll do, you go open the trunk,' I said, 'I'll get
dressed and bring the bodies out. I'll toss them off that bridge we crossed to
get here.'

I could almost see the wheels turning but he was at a loss to come up with
anything else, so he left and I dressed. Watching from the door, he motioned
to me that there was no one around and I put the bodies in the trunk.

We slowed and stopped in the middle of the bridge. The drainage channel below
was concrete and a 40-foot drop to the channel floor. Dennis opened the trunk
and I tossed the bodies over the handrail as if they were sacks of flour. Five
minutes later we were on the road again.

We arrived back at the prison at 3:00AM, entering through a service door to
avoid detection. 'Now remember,' I said, 'not a word to the warden about my
little extracurricular activity.' 'Are you kidding,' he said, 'it would be my
head on the chopping block too.' He was right, it would be his head to roll if
the warden found out.

The next day, I filled in Marlene and the warden about what had taken place,
omitting the stop that we had made at the motel and disposing of the bodies.
They seemed satisfied.

As I was getting ready to leave the office, Marlene said, 'By the way, Genie,
my husband loves the muscles you've helped me to develop.' 'Of course, I knew
he would,' I said, 'show me a man who doesn't love strong, muscular women, and
I'll show you a wimp.' I laughed and left the warden and Marlene in her
office. I was pretty much free to roam the entire prison without a guard. I
headed back to the gym.

A month went by and Warden Cunningham mentioned to me that a friend of hers on
the local police force was beaten up by a john as she was posing as a
prostitute. She said that the police had four men assigned to assist the
policewoman and 'take down' the johns, but this particular man, who they
suspected to be high on some sort of drug, beat up not only the policewoman,
but also 'handed the four cops their ass.' They were all being reviewed by
Internal Affairs to see if they didn't follow procedure. She said it was
another case of the criminal getting off and the police coming under the
scrutiny of the public and press. 'Meanwhile,' Warden Cunningham said, 'we've
got a dangerous predator on the street.' 'And what do you want me to do,' I
asked, knowing full well and good what she wanted.

'I'd like for you to take care of this thug,' she said, 'the police have their
own internal struggle going on. Besides, I think you would enjoy it.' 'Do the
police have a description of the guy?' I asked. 'Better than that,' she said,
'they have everything on DVD. My friend gave me a copy. I have it in my
office.'

We watched the recording in the warden's office. It showed the police decoy
and the man entering the motel room and the solicitation for money, then the
arresting officers entering and the man getting more and more agitated. He had
all four officers and the policewoman on the ground before anyone could draw
their weapon. He was a big man, 6'-4" or bigger and 300 pounds. He certainly
looked strong and I almost admired what he did on the DVD. He would not be as
easy to take down as your average man on the street.

Dennis dropped me off the following night near downtown. This was an area that
was frequented by prostitutes, and it didn't take long for me to attract
attention. A blue Chevy approached but I could see through the open side
window that it wasn't the man I was looking for. As he pulled to a stop I
said, 'Sorry, stud, I'm not interested.' He drove on probably wondering what
the problem was.

Other cars and trucks came by, slowed and when I saw it wasn't "our man", told
them to move on. At 1:00 in the morning, Dennis picked me up and we went back
to the prison.

The same happened the following night and the night after that, but on the
fourth night, a gray Lincoln SUV approached and slowed. I peered in the
passenger window as the car rolled to a stop. It was our guy.

'Hey,' he said, 'need a lift?' 'Sure,' I said, 'I'd love to take a load off'.
'Any place special,' he asked. 'Alpine motel works for me,' I said, naming the
place where weeks before I had dispatched a random street walker and her john.
Now here I was in her shoes, figuratively speaking of course. 'What's the
cost,' he asked. 'What do you want?' I asked. 'Just straight,' he said. 'A
hundred will do for that and you won't regret it,' I said. 'Oh, I always get
my money's worth,' he said.

The big man glanced over at my legs as I climbed in the SUV, my hem line just
above my crotch. 'You look like you work out,' he said. 'Yeah,' I replied, 'I
jog and use the stair climber at the gym.' 'What gym do you go to,' he asked.
I was beginning to get uncomfortable, because I didn't know this area well.
'Oh, the 'Day n' Night' gym over on Broadway,' I said. 'Hmm, never heard of
that one,' he said.

Fortunately we arrived at the motel and he went into the office and came out
with a key. Luckily we didn't get the same room where I had killed the couple.
It looked the same though.

We went in and he said, 'I'll be right back, sweetheart, I just have to use
the bathroom, make yourself comfortable.' He disappeared into the bathroom.
'He's not out of control like I saw on the DVD,' I thought, and took my blouse
and skirt off and got under the sheets.

He came out of the bathroom and had taken his shirt off. He was big, my
height, maybe 260 pounds. I could tell by the broad shoulders and thick neck
he worked out. As he stood beside the bed and removed his pants, I noticed
some beads of sweat on his forehead. 'Are you OK,' I asked.

That's when he hit me. I had never been hit like that before and I can say I
saw stars. He caught me with a good one on the jaw. 'Hey,' I said, 'what's
that for?' 'Shut up, whore!' he yelled and drew his arm back to hit me again,
but I managed to get my forearm up and deflect the blow. He grabbed me and I
was going to kick him in the groin but I was now becoming tangled in the
sheet.

I rolled to the side in order to escape him and wound up carrying the big guy
with me. He rolled on top of me as we both hit the floor. The sheet still
wrapped around my legs.

'Lay still, bitch,' he said, and slapped me across the jaw. I tried getting
lose but his bulk was on top of me. Finally, I got my arm between him and
myself and managed to leverage him off of me.

Now with a little distance between us, I managed to get a couple of jabs in.
They didn't do any damage but they did surprise him. I got to my feet as did
he and then he charged at me. He did so with his head down, so I managed to
step out of his grasp. As he went by me, I hit him on the back of the head.
'Whore!,' he shouted and turned to face me, his trap muscles were pumped and
his chest was heaving. His pupils looked like they were dilated and he was
sweating profusely now.

He took a step in my direction, then another and finally a third. That's when
I hit him center mass in the chest, stopping him cold in his tracks. I think I
broke his sternum.

His breathing became labored and he looked like he was having trouble getting
enough air. I moved in and gave him a two-punch combination to the abs. I
didn't pull my punches so I knew they had to slow this guy down a bit. The
next two punches I landed were higher on the rib cage, fracturing a few ribs.

He managed to throw a left hook that caught me on the right shoulder. The
impact sounded like hitting a slab of beef. Unfortunately, I felt it. 'Ugh,' I
said and took a step back.

Beads of sweat now dotted his forehead and a bit of spit oozed from the corner
of his mouth. 'This guy is on some sort of drugs,' I thought. He came at me
again, arms outstretched to stop me from trying to run by him. Little did he
know that was the last thing I wanted to do. He was use to opponents who ran
from a fight, but I never did that. I timed my kick perfectly, a kick a
pro-football player would have been proud to make. It connected with his
crotch and he screamed a high pitch wail.

Rather than back off, I began a series of punches to his head, battering him
mercilessly. He was grasping his groin as well as cover up from my blows. As
he turned, doubled over I pushed him on the ass and sent his head into the
wall. The wallboard splintered and blood began to flow from a cut on his scalp
and forehead.

He raised his head and afforded me the chance to get a left jab to his jaw
followed by a right to his mid-section which doubled him over once again. The
man backed up and in the process, got tangled in the sheet and cover on the
floor. He fell down on his stomach. I jumped on his back, straddling him and
proceeded to hammer his jaw. Finally after three well aimed hits I heard the
bone shatter and he spit two teeth onto the carpet.

I stood up and moved back a step. 'Get up,' I said, 'get up you bastard. Come
on and fight you wimp. What's the matter, can't you fight a girl.' I wanted to
humiliate him to taunt him.

Slowly he got to his hands and knees. I let him get up. He looked unsteady on
his feet, but I didn't know if that was an act or not. He stood swaying slowly
side to side, facing me, his eyes the size of saucers. I assumed a boxing
stance and danced in front of him, throwing an occasional jab at his
midsection. As I danced in on him, he lunged and again I sidestepped him,
landing a right on his jaw and a left in his ribs. I felt a give when my left
made contact with the rib cage.

Much to my surprise he didn't fall, but turned and came in my direction again,
although now he was tired. He dropped his guard and I landed a clean right to
his left eye. He shook his head and his eye began to close. My left hit him
square on the nose breaking it instantly. Blood poured from his nostrils and
dripped on the floor. I danced away again as he took a wild swing with his
right. His scalp was still bleeding from hitting the wall and blood ran into
his only good eye. With pinpoint accuracy I hit him in his right eye, and he
exhaled loudly as he hit the floor.

I knelt beside him and felt for a pulse. I didn't find one. Just to make sure,
I kicked him once, twice, three times in the rib cage, breaking a few, but
still he didn't move. 'Good', I thought, 'that was one mean bastard.'

I dressed and wiped down the room. I looked in the bathroom and found a
container with a dozen pills in it. I put that in my purse and left the room.

Driving the dead man's Lincoln, I could have headed out of town, but went back
to the prison. I had a good thing going and I knew it.

To be continued ...