No Remorse
By Muscle Fan



At six-foot, four-inches tall, I'm hard to miss. Occasionally I wish I was a
normal woman's height and built, especially when shopping. I need to get my
clothes specially tailored and finding shoes and boots are impossible.

Take for example boots. I love boots and own several pair, all custom and hand
made. I wear a size thirteen shoe and my calves are nineteen inches. Standard
women's boots just don't fit, even if I find a size thirteen, so I have to
have them made. My favorite is a pair of soft gray kid leather boots that fit
snug on my calf and have a three-inch heel. I tower over men and women when I
wear them and have to duck to get through doorways, but it's a small price to
pay to be comfortable.

I love to wear short skirts because my legs are not only long, but muscular as
well. I like to show them off, but it comes with a drawback. Because of my
height, I have to be aware of people looking at my crotch or butt as I find
underwear, or panties too confining. I prefer to go without.

Once when I was eating at a restaurant with my slaves a man across the aisle
from us actually ejaculated in his pants. I knew he was staring at me and
realized he had a nice view of my crotch, so I uncrossed my legs and spread
them as far as my mini skirt would permit. I'm sure it was quite embarrassing
for him, and his date or wife, but he had the presence of mind to 'accidently'
spill his water glass into his lap. I laughed to myself and thought once
again, 'men are so easy to control.' It's fun to tease and flirt.

I'm Alex and I'm a muscle dominatrix. A muscle dominatrix is different from a
conventional dominatrix in that I'm extremely muscular and attract a certain
'special' clientele. My clientele appreciates the female body, worships it and
are drawn to my power and strength. I can control my clientele simply by a
look, a whisper, a flex of a muscle or a touch. I have no need for a whip,
crop or paddle. I find those items harsh and uncalled for. My clientele are
very well to do and pay handsomely for my services they are also well behaved,
I wouldn't stand for it if they weren't.

I have two live-in slaves, Phil and Gwen. Both are attractive and could have
any man or woman they desire, but they are obsessed with female muscle (you
may read about them in Diana the Valkyrie's library in a volume entitled,
'Obsession'). Phil is a psychiatrist and Gwen a physical and massage
therapist. They attend to my needs and desires, but of course they are free to
pursue other interests or sexual partners should I not need them.

I've spent many years developing my body. I train very hard and lift heavy
weights. It's this training that has motivated me to look for a house with an
area that I could use as a private gym. The attention that I get simply by
walking into a public gym is distracting. Inconsiderate members interrupt my
work out to ask me questions and go so far as to ask to feel my muscles.
Initially I was flattered, but as this became more and more common place, the
novelty wore off. When I'm working out, I like to focus on what I am doing.

"We need a house that can accommodate a gym," I told Phil and Gwen, "one that
is private and preferably one with a pool. Do either of you know a realtor or
real estate broker who can find such a property?" "One of my clients is a
broker, Alex," Gwen said, "I can ask him if he knows of a place." "Great,
baby," I said, "please ask him."

Within a week, Gwen's client had located a property to look at. He said he
would meet us at the house and gave Gwen the address. 'It certainly is
secluded enough,' I thought as we followed the cars GPS to the address given.
Phil turned between two large stone pilasters. The gate was open and we
continued perhaps a hundred yards to the front of the house.

"I see you found the house alright," the broker said to Gwen. "Yes, we did,
thank you Owen. Owen, this is Alex and Phil," she said introducing us. Owen
stared up at me. I smiled and he gave a quick smile, I'm sure trying to decide
whether he should be afraid or not. "Please, follow me," he said, turning and
walking up the flagstone steps to the double front door.

He showed us through the house and I must say; I was impressed. The previous
owner had a racquetball court built. 'This would be perfect for my gym,' I
thought. There were five bedrooms, so one could be my office, a chef's
kitchen, a pool with a water feature and a great room. The master suite had an
adjacent walk-in closet and the on suite a wall of mirror. But the best part
was that all of the doorways were oversized so that I wouldn't need to duck to
get through them.

The rear of the property was completely enclosed and private. A patio provided
shade but there was ample deck area for lounging in the sun.

"The seller is motivated," Owen said as he was walking us out, making his
sales pitch, "There might be some wiggle room in the price." I smiled and
said, "I hope so, Owen," and stepped close to the man. I bent down and
whispered in his ear and said, "I want this house, but I won't pay over one
point three, do you understand? I don't care how you do it, just get it done."
The asking price was $1,600,000. I would go $1,300,000.

He looked at me concerned as I straightened up and began to speak, but I put a
finger to his lips. "Shh," I said, "you have my offer and you can take it to
the seller, but if I don't get this house for what I offered, I'll be very
disappointed, do you understand? You don't want me disappointed, do you?" He
simply shook his head.

Two days passed and Owen called Gwen. We got the house. As a reward, I let
Owen list and sell the house we were in. He was more than happy. 'It's all
about control,' I thought, smiling to myself.

I had the racquetball court transformed into a gym with a rubberized floor and
plenty of mirrors. Weight racks, dumbbells, barbells, leg press, squat rack,
plates and an assortment of benches came. I had my private gym. "You two can
use the gym," I told Phil and Gwen, "in fact you both look like you should,"
as I poked Phil in his tummy. He wasn't overweight, but I wanted to motivate
them.

Phil, Gwen and I loved our new home; there was plenty of room for the three of
us. We decorated it, worked out in the gym and swam and sunbathed by the pool.

"Alex," Phil said laying on a chaise lounge, "I have a client whose husband is
abusive. She refuses to go to the police and file charges against the man.
She's afraid of what he'll do to her if he finds out and quite frankly, so am
I. Do you think you could help?" Phil asks very little of me other than to
worship my muscles, so how could I refuse. "Sure," I said, "Do you want me to
just have a talk with him?"

He thought about this for a moment and then said, "It may take more than just
having a word with him. Gina, my client, has come in bruised, I'm afraid that
his anger and aggression is ramping up." I looked at Phil and smiled. "Then
I'd like to meet Gina's husband," I said, "and convince him that it would be
in his best interest to leave his wife alone." Phil nodded. "Let me mention
this to Gina," he said, "I have a meeting with her at three o'clock."

Phil padded to the house to get ready for his meeting. I ran a hand across my
abs and to my labia where the thought of roughing up a woman's husband was
making me hot and quite frankly, a bit wet.

Gina, Phil said, was reluctant at first to me meeting her and her husband
John. Phil was quick to point out that it was only a matter of time until
John's rage boiled over and he did permanent damage to Gina. She finally
agreed to have me come to their house Friday night.

I arrived at Gina's house Friday evening shortly before five o'clock. John was
not home from work yet. I wanted to talk to Gina alone. "You must be Alex,"
Gina said when she answered the door, "Thank you for coming." Gina was perhaps
five-foot six-inches tall with black hair and brown eyes and very attractive.
The only thing that distracted from her beauty was the bruises on her neck and
her forearm. Both looked like they were from being held tightly.

"Certainly," I said stepping into her living room. "Phil has told me a bit
about your circumstances, but I'd like to hear it from you." She nodded and
said, "Please, have a seat."

For the next half hour, Gina told me of how their marriage had dissolved and
John, her husband, had become increasingly angry and abusive. While some women
stay in a relationship based on a one-sided love affair, Gina was staying out
of fear. Fear that should she decide to leave John, he would track her down
and kill her. He had told her as much.

They had no children and had been married five years. What had started out as
love and respect had eroded into resentment and hate. John was beginning to
drink and Gina suspected him of having an affair. "I should mention that John
has been working out a lot too. That's where I think he met someone," Gina
said.

"He sounds like a real son of a bitch," I told her. She nodded and paused
before saying, "Can I ask you something?" "Certainly," I said. "Phil hasn't
told me much, how do you know him," she asked. I hesitated before saying
simply, "We live with each other; Phil, Gwen and I." "Gwen?" she asked. "Yes,
the three of us, Gwen is a physical and massage therapist," I said. "And you,
what do you do, Alex?" she asked. "You mean besides rough up abusive
husbands?" I said, and she flinched when I said, 'rough up.' She nodded and I
told her, "I'm a dominatrix. I make a living catering to men and women's
fantasies; muscle worship, wrestling, feats of strength, that sort of thing."

She studied me and said, "I see, and are you good at, ah, domination?" I
smiled; it was obviously a little uncomfortable for her. "Yes," I said, "very
good. I get off on being controlling as much as my clients get off on being
controlled." "And the muscle worship?" she asked. I raised my arm and flexed
my bicep, watching her reaction. "My biceps are nineteen inches," I said,
"that's bigger than any woman and most men, probably bigger than John's,
right?" At the first sight of my pumped muscle, her mouth opened slightly and
she swallowed hard. I smiled to myself.

"Y-yes," Gina managed, "Ah, John's arms aren't as big as, ah, yours." I smiled
at her and asked, "What about his legs are his legs as big as mine?" I
extended my leg and flexed the muscles, turning my leg slowly first one way
and then the other. Thick veins crisscrossed my quads. I ran my fingers along
my thigh and lifted the hem of my short skirt. I knew Gina's stare was riveted
to my clit.

"I'm sorry; I didn't embarrass you, did I?" I asked, pulling the hem of my
skirt down. She shook her head and said, "No, no, it's just that I, ah, I've
never seen, ah, legs like that before." "Uh-huh," I said, getting to my feet
and stepping in front of her. I actually straddled her knees. "And what about
this," I asked raising my skirt once more, "Have you ever seen a clit as big
as mine? Phil tells me it's the largest he's ever seen." Gina's eyes widened
at the sight of my clit only inches from her face. "No," she said barely above
a whisper, and then repeated herself, "no."

My clit is 'meaty', as Phil calls it, and when I get horny, like I am now, it
becomes erect much like a man's penis. I've actually screwed Gwen. "Touch me,
baby," I told Gina, "Stroke my clit." I put my palm against the side of her
jaw. She looked up at me. "Don't be afraid, baby," I said. She ran a finger
along my clit and I sucked in my breath at her touch. "That's it, stroke me,"
I told her. I could feel myself getting hard. "Hmm," I moaned as she took my
clit between her thumb and index finger and slowly stroked me as if she were
stroking a penis.

"Have you ever made love to another woman before, Gina?" I asked. She was
staring at my clit and she shook her head. "That's OK," I said, now erect. My
clit was nearly four inches and as big as my thumb. "I'll go slowly," I told
her, "but I want to have you. You want me to fuck you don't you?" I asked. She
nodded and I chuckled. "Good, let's go to the bedroom," I told her.

She stood up and I followed her to the bedroom. A large king size bed
dominated the room. "Get undressed," I told her, "and lay on the bed." She
unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her sandals. I unbuttoned my skirt
and blouse and stepped out of my ankle boots. I stood patiently waiting for
Gina. She hesitated when she was wearing only a bra and panties. I saw other
signs of bruising and she looked down at a particularly dark bruise on her
ribs. "He punched me," she said softly.

"This will be the last time he does," I told her, "how far do you want me to
go with him?" She looked at me and tilted her head to one side as if she
didn't understand. "You know," I said, "How badly do you want me to hurt him?"
She looked at the floor and muttered, "I want him dead." She looked up and I
nodded before saying, "Get on the bed."

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra and then stepped out of her
panties. 'She's beautiful,' I thought as I knelt between her legs, 'firm
breasts and flat stomach.' I lowered my pelvis to meet hers. She gave a slight
mewing sound as my clit brushed her labia. "Don't be afraid, my pet," I told
her, "I'll be gentle." I penetrated her and her breath caught.

"Hmm," she moaned as I buried my clit inside her. Her pussy enveloped me and I
began to slowly, rhythmically, fuck her. I held her wrists and she looked up
into my eyes and said softy, "That feels good, Alex." "It does," I replied.

I rolled over taking her with me so that she was now sitting astride my hips,
my clit still in her vagina. I reached up and fondled her breast, teasing the
nipples until they were hard. "You have beautiful breasts, baby," I said, and
she cupped them as she moved her hips from side to side.

"What's going on here?" a man roared from the doorway. Time seemed to stop, or
at least Gina's hips did and a look of fear came over her face. "Bitch," he
yelled, "I asked you what's going on."

Gina stepped from the bed and put her back to the wall as her husband
approached her, fists closed. I stood up at the foot of the bed and grabbed
him from behind, throwing him to the floor.

Stunned, he looked up at me. After several seconds he said, "A woman, my wife
was fucking a woman? Who are you?" He began to get to his feet and I pushed
him over with one foot. He rolled onto his back and I said, "It doesn't matter
who I am, you're not going to hurt Gina ever again."

John grabbed my calf in an effort to pull me off balance. He was strong, but
no competition for me. I took a step back and I said, "Get on your feet, tough
guy, let's see how strong you really are." He got to his feet and stood up. He
was perhaps six-foot two-inches, slightly shorter than I, but not near as
muscular, and he knew it.

I closed in on him, backing him into a corner of the room. He took a swing at
my chin but I stepped aside and he didn't connect. I pushed his chest and he
fell back against the wall. I said, "Come on big boy, let's see how tough you
are, hit me." He smirked and jabbed me in the abdominals. I laughed and said,
"That was pathetic. Try again." He did and this time I knew he put everything
he had into it, but it wasn't enough to double me over or knock the wind out
of me.

"My turn," I said and quickly drove my fist into his solar plexus. He
immediately doubled over gasping for breath. I looked down at him and said,
"Ah, what's the matter, is Alex too strong for you?" He couldn't reply even if
he wanted to. His breath was a wheeze.

"Come here, Gina," I said, "its payback time." Gina came to where John was
still bent at the waist. "Go ahead, baby, hit him, give him payback for those
bruises on your beautiful body," I told her and ran a hand over her shoulder
and down her back.

Gina doubled her fist and hit her husband on the side of the head. He only
turned and glared at Gina. "You can always bitch slap him," I said and slapped
his jaw. His head snapped back and he clutched his jaw where the skin was
beginning to turn red. Gina did the same but her slap seemed to have little to
no effect.

"You," John said, "bitch, I'm going to kill you." His words came out slow and
hesitant as his lungs filled with air. I laughed and said, "I don't think so,
asshole," and I pushed him once again, only this time harder. He fell back
against the bedroom wall, his head making an impact with the wall.

"I think it's time to have a little fun with this worthless piece of shit," I
said, and I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him to the bed where I sat down
and spread my legs. I pulled his face down to my crotch and put my legs over
each shoulder. He struggled to free himself but he was no match for me. "Hmm,"
I hummed, "it feels so good to have his face in my pussy. Are you enjoying
yourself, wimp?"

I wiggled my hips and told Gina, "I could crush him with my legs, baby, would
you like to see me do that?" Gina nodded as I smiled at her. John slapped at
my quads trying to free himself, but his efforts slowed as he was unable to
breathe. A minute went by and then two. I spread my legs and John slumped to
the floor.

"Is he dead?" Gina asked. I rolled him onto his back with my foot and said,
"No, not yet, he just passed out," and I stood taking Gina in my arms and
kissing her passionately. I explored her mouth with my tongue and was not
surprised by her kissing me back eagerly. "Now, where were we," I said lifting
her off the floor as I lay down on the bed.

She looked over her shoulder at her husband on the floor. "Don't worry, baby,"
I said, "he won't bother us for a while." My clit was erect once more and Gina
was only too happy to ride me. For ten minutes I pleasured her finally
climaxing myself.

As Gina lay on top of me, her head on my shoulder, John began moan. "He's
waking up," Gina said. "Alright," I said, "I'll take care of him, excuse me,
baby." She rolled from on top of me and stood next to the bed. I reached down
and grabbed a fist full of hair pulling the man to his feet.

His eyes were glassy and a trickle of blood ran from his nose. There was
swelling around one eye and his cheek was puffy where I had slapped him. He
was still dressed in jeans and a polo shirt which had a little blood on it. I
looked over at Gina, "Are you sure this is what you want, baby?" I asked. She
hesitated but nodded once. I smiled at her and said, "OK, are you sure you
want to be here?" Again she nodded, this time with no hesitation.

I doubled my right hand and drove a fist into his stomach. Again he doubled
over and I let him fall to the floor. He fell on his butt with his back
against the bed. I stepped over him and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled
him up by his hair until his head was once again between my legs. I looked up
at Gina and said, "My legs are as strong as a vise. I told you I could kill
him with just my legs, so watch." I flexed my quads and Gina watched as the
muscles bulged. My thick veins were as thick as ropes. I applied more pressure
until I felt his skull crack. It was barely audible, but I could feel it.

I released him and he fell sideways onto the floor. "What will we do with him,
Alex," Gina asked. I glanced at the bedside clock. "We'll wait until two
o'clock and then dump his body beside the freeway. It will look like he was
hit by another car. You'll have to drive his car." She nodded.

"What do we do until then?" she asked. I smiled and said, "I need to climax
again, so I want you to suck my 'she cock'. Then we'll shower and rest until
it's time to go." Gina looked at me, smiled and asked softly, "Are you ever
satisfied?" "You mean sexually?" I asked, and she nodded. I laughed and said,
"Rarely, Phil satisfies me sometimes, but when I work out, it makes me horny,
it increases my desire. Taking care of your husband has made me horny again."
"And you always satisfy your desire?" she asked. I smiled and said, "Always,
now get on your knees and suck my cock." "Just one more question," Gina asked,
"do you have any remorse?" I laughed, "No, I did you a favor. He would have
killed you, you know. I have no remorse."

She sunk to her knees and sucked my erect clit. I climaxed two more times. We
showered together and then rested until it was time to go.

Gina drove John's car to a nearly deserted stretch of freeway where I tossed
his body in a drainage ditch.

The police ruled John's death an accident. I still see Gina occasionally and
when I do she's only too eager to please me. She's now one of my most
dedicated slaves.

If you enjoyed, 'No Remorse', please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan