Spell Stopper
by Muscle Fan



This is a continuation of a story I wrote previously, "Shipwrecked". Please
read that story before this one. As with "Shipwrecked", this is a work of
fiction or perhaps wishful thinking.

This story is graphic and violent.

If you enjoy the story, please let me know at covert.1@hotmail.com

Thank you,

Muscle Fan

Seven years ago Madam Duval, a Voodoo priestess had cast a spell on me. This
spell stimulated my muscle growth when I would have sex. She cast this spell
out of spite, but the reason no longer matters, what currently matters is that
I need to have the spell terminated.

I'm now over six feet tall with unbelievable muscles. 'Don't get me wrong, I
have come to love my muscles and so does Jack, my man-slave,' I think, 'but I
have to visit the priestess and hopefully convince her to cancel the spell.

"What's all this stuff?" Jack asks as I unpack a carton that had been dropped
off by the supply boat. "Clothing," I say, "You remember; pants, shirt,
shoes." "Yeah, I know, but what for?" he asks. "We need to go to Grand Cay to
see someone and we'd attract a lot of attention if we were naked," I tell him.
He laughs lightly and says, "You may attract attention anyway." He's right,
but I can't help or hide the fact that I'm tall and more muscular than most
men, although I ordered some lose fitting shirts.

"So who are we going to see on Grand Cay?" Jack asks. I tell him the story,
one that I hadn't told him before. He nods but doesn't interrupt. "Do you
think she'll reverse the spell?" he finally asks. "I hope so, but I don't want
it reversed, just stopped," I tell him, and run a fingertip under his chin
tilting his head up, "I'm tall enough and strong enough and my sexual drive
with you insatiable." He smiles and nods. "So I just want the spell stopped."

Over the last several months, Jack has become quite the lover. He can last an
hour or longer before climaxing and enjoys whatever sexual activity I want,
pleasing me both orally, anally and vaginally. I run my tongue across my lips
at the thought of him inside me, but that will have to wait, we need to get
under way.

The boat ride to Grand Cay is two hours from my private island. "Refuel the
boat," I tell Jack, "I'll be back." I set off to Madam Duval's house. Grand
Cay hasn't changed much since I had been here last; however, as I walk along
the streets, I draw the stares of both men and women alike.

I find the house I'm looking for and enter. Madam Duval is sitting at a
circular oak table as if she had been waiting for me. "Madam," I say, "do you
remember me?" She smiles showing several gaps in her teeth. "Of course, my
dear, it looks like my spell has been working," she says and laughs. "It has
and that's what brought me here. I need for you to end the spell." She looks
up at me and nods. "You want me to reverse my spell?" "No, no," I tell her,
"Just stop it so I don't grow anymore." "Hmm," she muses, "and why would I do
that?" "Because I have grown enough," I tell her, "It's been seven years and
I'll do whatever you want."

She smiled again and asks, "Whatever I want? Are you sure?" I nod and she puts
a hand to her chin and says, "There is one thing I want, I want Dan
Bettencourt to disappear." I tilt my head and ask, "Why don't you simply cast
a spell on him?" "The police," she says, "They know about Bettencourt and me.
If I cast a spell people will know it was me," "I will take care of your
problem if you end your hex." "Good, have a seat my dear," she tells me.

A half hour later, I leave Madam Duval's, Dan Bettencourt's address in my
pocket. The sun is shining and I find Jack on the dock with the boat. "Get in,
we're going to relax a little and then I need to see someone tonight."

We motored to a secluded beach not far from town, anchored and strode ashore.
Jack stripped down to the boxer shorts I had ordered and I to my satin
panties. We lay on the sand and I told him what Madam Duval said and what I
must do to have my spell stopped. "You're not seriously going to kill that
man, are you?" he asked. Propping myself up on my elbows I looked at him and
asked, "What are my choices?" He looked in my direction but didn't have an
answer. "Besides, Madam Duval says that he has a young girl that he's holding
hostage. He sounds like a real bastard."

He was still looking at me when his focus changed. "We have company," he said.
I turned to look at the woman approaching us. She was carrying a beach towel
and bag. She sat her bag down about ten feet from us and spread her towel out
even though she had the entire beach to lie on. Standing at the end of her
towel she pulled her cover up over her head. She was attractive and in good
shape; in her mid-twenties, she had a flat stomach, a firm butt and small but
firm breasts. 'Very attractive,' I thought. The bikini she wore rode high on
her hips and barely covered her pubis.

She caught me staring at her and said, "I wish I had your body." "Thanks," I
said. She reached behind her and unfastened her top allowing it to fall to her
towel and then she knelt and then lay on her towel. I lay back on the sand and
several minutes later glanced once more in her direction. She had one hand
under her hips obviously toying with herself. 'She's certainly not shy,' I
thought, watching her look at me.

I stood up and padded to her towel and squatted down. "Would you like some
help with that?" I asked, spreading my massive thighs to reveal my semi erect
clit barely contained by my satin panties. The woman swallowed hard and asked
softly, "Is that real?" I laughed and turned to see Jack on his elbows
watching us curiously.

Turning back to the young woman, I said, "Oh, yes, it's real," and laughed.
The woman rose up on her elbows and then rolled over, slipping her bikini from
her hips and flicking the bottom off with a kick from one leg. Her shaved
pussy glistened in the sun and my clit was now fully erect. I lowered the
waistband of my panties and my nearly five inch 'she-cock' sprang free.

As I lowered myself to her, I asked, "I don't scare you, do I?" as the head of
my clit found her small clit. "No," she said in a hushed voice, "but be
gentle." She was already wet having masturbated while watching me, so with
little effort I entered her. "Hmm," she hummed, "More please, more," as I
quickened my tempo. We climaxed together minutes later.

I lay on top of her for several minutes and glanced at Jack whose erection had
penetrated the fly of his boxer shorts. I turned and looked at the woman
beneath me and said, "My friend wants to fuck you." She gave me a quizzical
look and I said, "He's much bigger than me," and she turned her head and
looked in Jacks direction. I saw her eyes open wide as she took in Jacks
manhood. "He's really quite spectacular," I said and laughed getting to my
knees.

Jack knelt between the woman's legs and lowered himself. He entered her slowly
and as he did, she grimaced. I lay beside her and ran my hand across her
forehead brushing her hair from her eyes. She turned her face to me and I
kissed her lips as Jack drove deeper. He went deeper with each thrust of his
hips as I probed the woman's mouth with my tongue.

I got to my feet and stretched, brushing sand from my body. Both the woman and
Jack looked up at me as I shook my relaxed quad muscles and then 'snapped'
them rigid. The result was that each muscle group was defined and my thick
veins 'popped'. I held the pose for a minute as Jack and the woman climaxed at
my feet.

Jack slowly got to his knees and stood. The woman looked up at him, still
panting. "Thank you," she said, "Thank you both." Jack reached down and pulled
her to her feet. She retrieved her bikini bottom and stepped into it using
Jack's shoulder to support herself.

"I've never met a couple like you," she said looking from me to Jack, "I'm
Anne and I'm not normally as forward as this." "I'm glad you are, Anne," I
tell her, "You made our afternoon," and laugh lightly. She smiled and said,
"And you two made my beach day one to remember." As she walked away from us,
he waved over her shoulder.

"Do you miss having sex with other women, Jack," I asked, watching her go.
Jack turned to me and said, "You keep me pretty busy in the sex department,
Roxie," and laughed, "I don't really have time to think of other women." I
gave that some thought and it was true, Jack and I generally had sex four or
five times a day. 'Healthy libido's' I thought.

After Anne left, Jack and I lay there on the sand until dusk. "So how are you
going to dispose of this Dan Bettencourt?" Jack asked. "I think I'm just going
to play it by ear," I said, "I'm going to knock on his door and take it from
there." "That sounds pretty dangerous," Jack said, "What if he's not alone?"
"Like I said, I'll just play it by ear," I repeated.

We waited until ten o'clock and made our way to the address Madam Duvall had
given me. The house was in need of repair and sat back from the street. I
knocked on the door and waited; no answer and no barking dog. Jack thumbed the
latch and the door opened inward.

"We'll wait," I whispered to Jack who hesitated on the front porch. Once
inside, I took a quick look around. The house was small; three bedrooms, one
with a mattress on the floor, women's clothes in the closet, a master bedroom,
all with men's clothes, a kitchen with dirty dishes in the sink and the living
room which needed cleaning. Jack and I sat on the lumpy sofa and waited.

We waited for about a half hour when we heard voices approaching. I could see
through the front window a man about six-feet tall with broad shoulders and
dark curly hair. He had his arm draped across the shoulders of a petite black
girl no more than five-feet tall. She had her head down, her short black hair
hiding her face.

The man said something and laughed at his own joke as they came up on the
porch and opened the door. His laughter stopped abruptly as he sees Jack on
his couch. "Wh-what the hell," he said, "Who are you and what ... " He didn't
get a chance to finish what he was going to ask as I spun him around and drove
my fist into his jaw.

Jack was off the couch, his arms around the woman, one hand over her mouth
before Dan Bettencourt could try to get off the floor. Dan shook his head
trying to clear it when he looked up at me and sneered. "Bitch," he hissed,
and got to his knees. 'Perfect target,' I thought as I kicked him with the toe
of my ankle boot. "Ugh," he said as he fell on his side.

I reached down grabbing a handful of Dan's hair and pulled his head up. He
quickly threw a jab at my abs and then another with his other fist. His third
punch was a roundhouse to my side. In a ruse, I clutched my abs, doubling over
slightly until the man got to his feet and then I hit him square in the jaw.
He went down in a heap, falling hard on his back.

"Who are you?" I asked the woman. Jack removed his hand from her mouth so she
could speak but kept her pinned against his body. "Zoey," she said, "My name
is Zoey." "Are you his girlfriend?" I asked. She shook her head, "No way," she
said, "He's kept me here for the last week." I took a closer look and I could
see bruises on her arms and swelling on her cheek that looked as if it was
healing. I nodded and asked, "Do you want to leave?" She shook her head. "No,
I want to see this bastard get what's coming to him," she said softly.

I nodded to Jack who released Zoey. "OK," I said, "Zoey, get his wallet. I
want this to look like a robbery." She rolled him on his side and removed his
wallet from his hip pocket. "Did he assault you?" Jack asked. Zoey nodded,
"Yeah, several times," she said. "Well, he won't be doing that again," I said.

I sat on the couch and lifted Dan's upper body between my thighs. I crossed my
legs at the ankles and began to tense my quads. Dan came to and began to slap
my calves and thighs. Within a minute, I heard the first rib crack and then
another. His head rolled to the side as he passed out once more. I loosened my
hold and he slid to the floor.

"Wow," Zoey said, "I've never seen anyone as strong as you." I smiled at her
and said, "Thanks. Jack, why don't you and Zoey go into the bedroom and make
this look like a robbery," I said, "I'll finish here." "OK, Roxie," he said,
and then to Zoey, "Let's go." They left and I once again looked at Dan.

I lifted him by his hair and placed his head in the crook of my arm, my elbow
resting on my knee. I flexed my bicep and once more wrapped my legs around his
waist. I leaned back and keeping his butt on the floor and brought his head up
and back. I didn't so much hear as I felt his spine snap. Dan went limp.

My adrenaline was still pumping as I stood. I reached down and lifted the man
above my head and in a final act to humiliate him, dropped him on the coffee
table. The wooden table splintered as his body hit it. I stood looking down at
Dan's corpse and then around the room. It appeared that a hurricane had gone
through the place. 'Good,' I thought, 'hopefully the police will think this
was a robbery gone wrong.'

"We're done in the bedroom," Jack said appearing with Zoey who had a back pack
with her. When she saw me eyeing the pack she said, "Just my things." I
nodded. "OK, we better go; Zoey, where will you go? The police will be looking
for you." She nodded and said, "I know, can I stay with you, at least for a
while?" I looked at Jack who only shrugged. "That's fine, but you have to do
as Jack and I say." "I will, Roxie, I promise," Zoey said, "and thank you for
killing that piece of shit, he deserved it."

The three of us headed back to the boat. It was two in the morning and we
walked virtually unnoticed. At the Grand Cay Marina, we motor slowly from the
harbor back to my island. 'Zoey will be alright,' I tell myself as she sits in
the front well of the boat.

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Thank you,

Muscle Fan