My Story Part 18
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
A short story of a coed muscle goddess.


By now it was late summer and Jane and I would be in our senior year when
school started in September. Both of us were looking forward to it. We were
still using the weightroom on campus late at night for our workouts. I had
tapered off on using the 'enhancement formula' that I had developed, but Jane
had started it. I must say the formula, along with strenuous workouts, had
sculpted her body into a smaller version of mine. I'm 5'-10" compared to
Jane's 5'-4" stature.

I suggested a drive out to Palm Desert to visit our friend, Tami, the shop
owner that we had met during spring break. When we entered the shop, Tami's
eyes lit up. "Amanda, Jane, how nice to see you, I was just thinking about you
two," Tami said. "We were just in the neighborhood and thought we'd drop in,"
I said to be funny, "Actually we ran down to see if you could make Jane a
catsuit similar to mine." "Sure that won't be a problem," Tami said, "I can't
believe the change though in your body, Jane." "I owe it all to Amanda," Jane
said, "She's a tough workout partner, but I love the new me," and Jane flexed
her bicep. Her 14-inch arm sprang to life. "Wow, I'm going to have to take
some measurements," Tami said, and set about measuring inseem, waist, chest
(both expanded and at rest), arms, arm length, neck size, etc. Once that was
done Tami said, "Did you want the same fabric as Amanda?" Jane looked at me
and said, "I was thinking of a leopard print if you have that." "Sure," Tami
said, "Amanda, would you want me to make another suit for you while I'm at it,
I just got a muted camoflage design in in the same material." "That would be
great, Tami, I'd love that," I said. Tami took my measurements. My flexed
bicep was 17-inches. I think that was an inch larger than at spring break.

With business conducted, we had lunch with Tami at a nice caf' and discussed
what had been going on in our lives. Tami was still corresponding with Tim and
in fact planning a trip to Pittsburgh to visit. She also mentioned some
concern throughout the neighborhood she lived in for a released child molester
that had taken up residence. He had served his time and was on parole. The
local police were helpless to do anything unless he did something or violated
his parole. All the while Tami was relating this story, I was glancing at
Jane. As casually as I could I asked Tami where the guy lived and she told me.
Shortly thereafter, we said our goodbyes and Tami said she'd bring our suits
to us in a week or two, time permitting.

Instead of driving home that night, Jane and I decided to pay the local child
molester a visit. We drove by once, then a second time, parking a street away
from his house. We had stopped at a pizza shop and picked up a large peperonni
pizza. Jane went to the door, pizza in hand and rang the bell. "Who is it?"
came a voice from the other side of the door. "Pizza delivery," Jane said. The
door opened and a bald man with a paunch who was in his mid-fifties said, "I
didn't order a pizza." Jane, appearing to check the street address said,
"Well, it says right here that a pizza is to be ... " There was a faint cry
from within the house and the man turned to look into the darkened room. Jane
looked along the outside of the house to where I was standing and mouthed the
word, 'Victim' to me. The bald man was turning to talk to Jane once more when
Jane plowed through the door, knocking the man aside as she raced into the
house. I was only a couple of strides behind.

"Hey!" yelled the man, as he followed us into the house. Jane was already
moving from room to room when she halted abruptly in a doorway. There on a bed
was a young girl, perhaps 8 or 9 years old. She was tied to the bed by straps
around her ankles and wrists. Jane ran into the room as I whirled around to
confront the bald man. "What the hell is this," I said, "You're a pedophile,
and you're not allowed to have children in here." "You're not allowed to be
here either!" he shouted, "This won't hold up in a court. You have no
warrant." Apparently this pervert thought we were from the police or the
parole board.

I could hear Jane talking to the girl behind me. I grabbed the man's arm and
steered him to a closet. Fortunately it had a lock on the door, so I was able
to lock him in. I then went to check on Jane and the girl. Jane had the girls
bindings lose already. "So," Jane was saying to the child, "did that man do
anything to you?" "N-no, he scares me thow, I didn't want to come here, but he
put me in his car, he said he was looking for his lost puppy," the child said.
"What's your name, honey?" Jane asked. "Megan," she said, "Megan Arnold." "Do
you know where you live, Megan?" Jane asked. "Yes, ma'am," she said. "Jane,
why don't you take Megan home. By the time she's reunited and the police are
on their way here, I'll have that scumb bag bundled up and out of here. You
can join me at that abandoned flower shop a couple doors down from Tami's" I
said. "Sounds good to me," Jane said, and then to the girl, "You ready to go
home, Megan?" "Yes, I want to see mommy and daddy," Megan said.

I figured I had twenty minutes or so. I went through the living room to the
attached garage and found the man's car keys in the ignition and a roll of
duct tape on a work bench. 'Perfect,' I thought. I then went to the closet and
taped his hands together and put a piece of tape over his mouth. I then threw
him over my shoulder and put him in the trunk of the car. I called Tami on the
way to the abandoned flower shop just to make sure we wouldn't be disturbed. I
explained that Jane and I had found the child molester with a young girl in
his house tied to a bed in a back bedroom. She was quite concerned and also
relieved that we had gotten to him before he had had a chance to do anything
to the girl.

I pulled up to the rear of the flower shop. Tami met me at the door, but I
stopped her saying, "Tami, I don't want you to be a part of this. The least
you know, the better off you'll be, besides, Jane will be along once she's
done giving her statement to the police." I could tell Tami felt a little
rejected, but she understood. I pried the rear door open to the shop and had
backed the car in, so now I transferred the man from the trunk to the store.
There were some hand tools, paint, paint brushes, rags, etc. in the shop as it
was being prepared for the new tenant. Fortunately, the front windows had been
painted over. I layed the man against one wall; from the look in his eyes I
could tell he was terrified and rightfully so.

The flower shop had left some hooks hanging from the ceiling so I thought I'd
use them. I found and extension cord that the workers had left as well as a
ladder. I bound the man's wrists with the extension cord to the hook and
strung him up. By the time I was finished doing this, Jane was back.

"I was lucky, no police at the little girl's house," she said, "they had come
and gone, so I only had to explain to a greatful set of parents. I told them I
had stopped to ask directions and when I heard Megan cry out, I went in and
found her and the man fled the scene." "We better work fast," I said, "I'm
sure they'll have a call out for this guy's car. I'd love to be able to take
our time, but time is of the essence."

I walked over and ripped the front of his shirt open, then unbuckled his pants
and pulled them and his briefs down around his duct taped ankles. Since he
still had tape across his mouth, he couldn't cry out. That was good. Jane gave
him a right cross to the ribs on his left side. She then did a series of
punches and I could see the skin darkening and heard a rib or two give. I hit
him hard in the stomach and his eyes bugged out. He was trying to catch his
breath. He was jerking so much I thought he may pull the hook from the
ceiling. I connected with a left cross to his chin and knew I had shattered
it, followed by a right to his cheek bone which also shattered and closed his
eye on one side.

Punch after punch flew from both Jane and I. After ten minutes of this, I
grabbed the perverts cock and testicles and squeezed. I felt the gonads pop.
The man had passed out. "Let's get him down and finish this off. I'm tired of
playing with this piece of garbage," I told Jane. I climbed the ladder and let
him drop to the floor. Jane stomped on his arm shattering the bones. I picked
up the man's head and with one hand on top and one under the chin, snapped his
neck.

Jane carried him out to the trunk of his car. I straightened up the flower
shop and went a couple doors down to tell Tami that we were done and heading
out of town. We exited the freeway between Palm Desert and Banning and dumped
the body.

Back at our apartment, we showered together and discussed our little road
trip. "You know, Mistress," Jane said, "I want to thank you for showing me
that justice can prevail even if it isn't done in the courts. He deserved what
he got." "He did, that's true, but we must be careful because the police
wouldn't see it like we do," I said, "I'm just sorry that we couldn't have
taken our time." "You know what I want to take time with?" Jane asked. "No,
what," I replied. "You!" she said, and we made slow passionate love.