Genie - Modern Amazon 8
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Life was good for me. I had the run of the prison, a fully equipped gym that I
designed; a core of submissive's at my disposal and was both admired and
feared by my fellow prisoners, guards and staff alike.

While I had a constant urge to dominate and control, I confined my destruction
to those poor unfortunates that I met outside the prison walls, or tried to. I
was aware that my desire to kill and punish was "ramping up" but tried to keep
it in check.

On my last trip outside the walls, I had ran into a hulk of a man who, with
the aid of some sort of pills, had nearly beaten me to death, something which
until then no one had even come close to. I was curious as to what those pills
were and more importantly, how they would enhance my over-sexed, over-muscled
libido. After killing the hulk, I had found the pills in the motel bathroom
and pocketed them. Since no one ever searched me when I returned to prison, I
had them tucked away in my gym locker.

Wanda was a "tweeker", but not just your garden variety user, no, Wanda knew
people. She knew the people who "cooked". If anyone could put me in touch with
a chemist or a "cooker", it was Wanda.

'Hello, Wanda,' I said as I walked up behind her in the exercise yard and put
a hand on her bony shoulder. Wanda jumped. As a drug user she was naturally
jumpy. 'Calm down, Wanda, I'm not going to hurt you,' I said. The other
druggies she was hanging around her moved quietly away. Wanda didn't attempt
to move or run because I still had my hand on her shoulder and she had that
"deer in the headlights" look on her face.

'I just want to ask you a few questions, OK, Wanda?' I asked, taking a polite
approach. She nodded her head. 'Good,' I said, 'tell me, who's the best
chemist you know. Not the best "cooker" but the best chemist. I need a person
who can analyze a drug and tell you what's in it or duplicate a drug.' Maybe
that was a little too complex for Wanda to grasp, but I could take it slow
with her, she was doing life for the killing of one of her suppliers, a mean
bastard of a guy from what I heard.

'Ahh, well, there's Rodney, but I think he's in the "slam" down in LA
somewhere,' she said. 'No, Wanda, I need to know someone on the outside,' I
told her. 'Oh, well, ahh, there's Sean,' Wanda said, 'he's good, but I don't
know whether he can just mix something up without a recipe. I'd say Freddy is
the best there is. I once had his ... ' 'Alright, alright,' I cut in, 'I don't
need to know your history, Wanda, where can I find Freddy?' She gave me his
address. It was in San Francisco, about a two-hour drive. I'd have to plan to
take a little R&R from the prison to meet up with Freddy.

I looked down at Wanda and she gave me a smile. I noticed two of her teeth
were gone and one or two more looked in serious jeopardy of falling out.
'Thanks, Wanda,' I said and squeezed her shoulder. She winced as the brittle
bone nearly cracked. 'Opps, I'm bad,' I said, and wandered off. I glanced over
my shoulder and Wanda was gone as if I had never been talking to her.

That night I talked to Dennis, the corrections officer. I told him that I
needed to go to San Francisco, but I didn't tell him why. By now he had been
my chaperon on a couple of outings. 'Gee, Mistress, I don't know, San
Francisco is a little bit of a drive. Warden Cunningham would have my head if
I took you there without her say so,' Dennis said. 'Well, you just have to
convince the good warden that it's her idea,' I said, and drew his body into
mine, cupping his ass with one hand. Dennis was a little shorter than me, so I
bent down and kissed him on the lips, snaking my tongue into his waiting
mouth. Without thinking I stroked the back of his tongue with the tip of mine
but he began to choke. 'I'm sorry, Dennis, sometimes I forget about my
tongue,' I said. 'That's OK, mistress,' he said, 'it's just so long.'

I smiled. I had begun to notice that my tongue had grown. I can't explain it,
but fully extended it had to be nearly six or seven inches. I was getting no
complaints from Geri, my cellmate (or roommate as I liked to call her), when I
would go down on her. I could make her climax in a minute if I chose, but of
course I never chose to get her off fast.

Dennis finally got back to me. A friend of his on the SFPD had contacted the
warden and requested the services of a "discreet individual that could handle
a rather delicate job." And so, Dennis and I were off to San Francisco.

Max as it turned out was Maxine; one of San Francisco's finest. She was
mid-thirties and fit with, from what I could tell, an athletic build beneath
her business suit. When Dennis introduced us, her handshake was firm and she
did at all look at me as if I were intimidating.

'So, Genie,' Max said, 'Dennis tells me your looking for a "cooker" named
Freddy.' 'That's right,' I said. 'And what's your interest in Freddy,' Max
asked. Rather than lie, I told the truth. 'I need Freddy to analyze a drug for
me and tell me what the side affect's would be,' I said, 'I heard he's the
best in the business.' 'Freddy's good all right, and pretty smart. We've never
caught him with anything, but we know he operates out of someplace by the
wharfs,' Max said, 'Tomorrow we'll go down to the docks and see what we can
find, how's that?'

That night Dennis, Max and I went to one of Max's favorite watering holes, a
place called 'The Dungeon'. It was a gay bar catering to lesbians and I could
tell Dennis was a little uneasy. No sooner had we walked past the bouncer than
all eyes were on us. I looked at Max and she smiled. 'I go both ways, Genie,'
Max said, 'if that's your question; I'm in a male dominated line of work and I
like to be part of the team, if you know what I mean.' I knew perfectly what
she meant and we took a seat at the rear of the club. A well-built black girl
came by for our drink orders. She was wearing a gold bikini that contrasted
nicely with her skin tone and the lighting in the club. Her hand brushed my
thigh as she put the cocktail napkins on the table.

Once the waitress was gone, Max said, 'So, Dennis filled me in on your
history, but just how did you get to get out of prison on these "furloughs"?'
I smiled, 'I don't know if "furlough" is quite the right word,' I said, 'I get
loaned out because I'm good at what I do, in fact, I'm excellent at what I do.
Not only that, but I love my work; dominating and destroying creeps and
low-life's. And what about you, Max, what do you like?' Now it was her turn to
smile, 'I like much the same as you, Genie, rounding up the bad-guys and
bad-asses and putting them away,' she said.

Drinks came and were downed. Max and I danced and finally she put her arm
around my waist and steered me back to the table and whispered low in my ear,
'Grab your bag, you're coming home with me.' I glanced between her and Dennis
and she bent low and whispered something in his ear. He nodded and she said to
me, 'Alright, let's go,' and we left the club.

We took a cab to an apartment off Market Street, but not before Max had the
chance to run a hand over my breast, squeezing my nipple. I glanced at the
cabbie in the rearview mirror and he was watching the show in the back seat. I
smiled and unbuttoned my top giving both Max and the cabbie a view of my
massive tit. Max bent and sucked as the cabbie licked his lips and tried to
keep the car on the road. When we arrived at Max's apartment, she paid him and
said, 'I hope you enjoyed the show. If you pull around the corner you can
whack-off and think about the two of us fucking our brains out,' and smiled as
we walked to her door.

Once inside, Max said, 'have a seat, I'll get us something to drink.' I took a
seat on the couch and surveyed the room. 'Very neat and tidy,' I thought to
myself, 'not exactly the cell I'm accustomed to.' Max returned with a couple
of beers. I sat mine on a coaster on the end table. Max, who was still
standing, also sat hers on the end table and smiled as she unbuttoned her
jacket, then removed her skirt. Now standing before me in bra and panties she
said, 'well, what are you waiting for?'

I stood facing her, only an inch away. Her eyes were chest height. I reached
behind her and tore the strap of her bra. I wanted to assert my superiority. I
removed the garment from her shoulders and was pleased to see that her breasts
were firm and her nipples erect, probably at the prospect of making love to
her goddess. 'That will happen,' I thought, 'but when I allow it.' I smiled to
myself.

'Unbutton my shirt, Max,' I told her, 'but be careful not to crush the silk.'
She did as instructed, carefully laying the blouse aside. She stood there, her
luscious lips only an inch from my nipples. 'You may make love to my nipples,
Max,' I said and she ran her tongue over the areola's and playfully bit the
nipples.

Grasping her hair in one hand, I tilted her head back and kissed her. I let
the fingers of my free hand roam over her breasts, pinching her nipples and
flicking them lightly with my fingernail. I parted her lips with my tongue and
slowly circled the tip around the inside of Max's mouth, stroking her tongue
with mine. She was beginning to make a soft "mewing" sound.

When I broke the kiss, she whispered, 'Please, Genie, fuck me.' 'Not yet, my
pet, not yet,' I said, 'first, you must call me "mistress" do you understand?'
'Yes, mistress,' came the reply. 'Very good, now I want you to sit on the
couch,' I said. She sat, now with a puzzled look on her face as I disappeared
into the kitchen. I returned a minute later with a 12-inch saut' pan. Without
saying a word, I held the pan on each side and folded it in half as if it were
made of cardboard.

'Oh, my God,' Max exclaimed, 'so what Dennis told me is correct, you are the
strongest person in the world.' 'I don't know if that's true or not,' I said,
'but I've only come close once in getting "roughed up" and that's why I'm here
in San Francisco. But I can fill you in on all that later, right now I want to
fulfill both our desires.'

I knelt between her legs and stroked them. Her thighs were firm, toned, but
not muscular like mine. I bent forward and kissed them, working my way to the
inside of the thigh, just inches away from her clit. She spread her legs and I
kissed her labia through the satin fabric of her panties. Then, holding my
tongue rigid, I penetrated her panties with my tongue and "tongue fucked" her.
She let out a quick gasp at my penetration and a shudder ran through her body.
I brought her to orgasm in a matter of minutes.

I stood up and removed my suede mini-skirt. Now naked except for my 3-inch
stilettos, I ran through a series of muscle poses for her. My muscles danced
as I flexed and ran my hands over the warm granite surface of my body. 'Do you
like what you see, Max', I asked. 'Oh, yes, mistress,' she said and reached
for my abs. I danced away. 'Not yet, Max, not yet,' I said. I continued my
muscle show for her. Finally, I slipped off my shoes off and stepped on the
couch, straddling the still awestruck Max. I looked down at her and placing my
hands on my hips, said, 'pleasure me, Max, make love to my muscles.' 'Yes,
mistress,' she replied and began kissing and caressing my legs.

'Come, Max, let's go to the bedroom,' I said, and I followed her down the
hallway to the bedroom. I took in the room. It was dominated by a king size
bed and contained two night stands, a dresser, a lounge chair and an armoire.
'Lie on the bed, Max', I said and went to a door that I knew must lead to a
walk-in closet. I turned on the overhead light and looked in. The racks
contained pants suits, sun dresses, slacks, blouses and at the far end, a few
latex and spandex outfits. I turned to the woman on the bed and said, 'Well,
it looks like Max has some skeletons in her closet,' and chuckled at my own
joke.

I crossed to the bed and ran my eyes up and down Max's body. 'She's a beauty,'
I thought and grabbing the panties, tore them from her hips. I thrust a finger
into her vagina with no warning, roughly, and brought it out. Holding it
before my mouth, I extended my tongue and tasted her juices, making a point to
allow Max to witness this. 'Hmm,' I said, 'sweet,' and smiled at the woman.

I then went to the armoire and opened the doors. There on the back panel were
a whip, a baton and riding crop, as well as handcuffs, shackles and other
bondage items. I turned and looked at Max, 'You have a nice assortment of
toys, sweet cheeks,' I said and selected the baton. The one inch diameter
maple shaft glistened as I walked back to the bed. Standing to one side of the
bed, I brought the tip of the wooden phallus in contact with her labia,
parting her lips slightly. She let out a low moan. 'Do you want it,' I asked,
and she shook her head. 'Not yet, my pet, but soon,' I said.

'Watch,' I said and inserted the baton between my legs and into my pussy. I
ran it in several inches, then let go, the wooden shaft suspended. Slowly, I
began to take in the baton as I played and pinched my nipples. I was getting
hot. Once it was two-thirds of the way in, I brought it out using just my
muscle control. I had done this often. 'You may play with yourself, my love,'
I said, and she began fingering her clit.

As Max watched in awe, fondling her clit, I repeated the action, faster this
time. Again and again, quickening the pace until finally I knew I was near
climax. I allowed the baton to fall to the floor and hopped on the bed,
straddling Max. 'I'm going to climax, my pet, you're going to swallow my
juice, do you understand?' I told her. 'Yes, mistress,' she said, and opening
her mouth, I lowered myself to it and drained my juices. A thin trickle of my
cum ran down her jaw line, which I licked off.

Grabbing each of her wrists, I spread her arms as far apart as I dared. 'I
could pull your arms off like taking the wings off a fly,' I said, 'but I like
you, Max.' 'And I love you, mistress,' she said, 'you mentioned about getting
roughed up before, but I find that hard to believe.' 'It's true, and like I
said, that's what brings me to San Francisco. I need to locate Freddy,' I
said, 'so he can replicate a drug that this man took that gave him extra
strength.'

'We'll find Freddy tomorrow,' Max said, 'but for now, mistress, I'm
exhausted.' 'I could use a good night's sleep as well,' I said, and lifting
Max off the bed, I rolled on my back and placed her atop me so that her head
rested between my bicep and my breast. As she drifted off to sleep, her hand
rested on my clit. It felt wonderful.

To be continued ...