Tammy - Teen Muscle Goddess
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com
Chapter 8


Howard's wife, Cindy, stood there, wearing a new blouse and having reapplied
her make up. This was the woman I had humiliated, had forced to go down on me
and lick my boot not more than twenty minutes earlier.

Howard looked from his wife to me. "Hi, Cindy," I said, reaching across the
counter to shake her hand, "it's good to finally meet you." She hesitated in
reaching for my hand and I realized she was uncertain as to how to act. I gave
her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"It's good to meet you too, Tammy," she said, clearly uncomfortable. I smiled
at her and said, "That's a lovely blouse, did you get it locally?" "Yes," she
said, "Just down the street." "I hate to mention this," I said, "but it looks
like there's a spot on it, let's go in the locker room and I'll take care of
it."

I led Cindy into the locker room leaving Howard waiting at the counter. As
soon as we were out of sight, I turned around and pinned her against the
lockers with my hand covering her right breast. I gave her cosmetically
enhanced breast a squeeze just to let her know that I was in control. "Look,
Cindy," I hissed, "regardless of you being Howard's wife, you're still my
bitch, do you understand?" "Ye-yes, Tammy," she said and I squeezed a little
harder.

"It would be a shame to pop that saline bag that you call a tit. Yes, who," I
said, more forcefully. "Yes, mistress," she said softly. I smiled at her and
loosened my grip on her chest.

There was a knock on the door frame behind us and Howard said, "Is everything
OK? Are you ready?" I smoothed the fabric over her breast and said, "There,
looks like the spots all gone now." "Thank you, mistress," she said softly,
and joined Howard at the door, taking his hand as they walked to the exit.

I went behind the counter and was finishing my straightening of the
merchandise when a man walked through the door, stopping a few feet inside.
"May I help you?" I said. "Nah," he said, "I'm just going to work out." "Are
you a member?" I asked. "No," he said, removing his warm-up jacket. It was
obvious he had spent years in the gym, his broad shoulders and thick neck told
me as much.

"I'm sorry," I said, "but you have to be a member to work out here." "That
so," he said, "do you know who I am?" This was the second time today that
someone had asked me that; first, Cindy, now this guy. "No," I said, "and
frankly I don't care. You're not working out here unless you pay the
membership fee." "You've got a smart mouth for a little girl," he said, and
walked further into the gym, "what are you going to do about it?"

"I'm going to throw you out of here is what I'll do about it," I said as I
came around the counter. Now blocking his way he glared down at me. "You're
going to throw me out of here?" he asked. I nodded, and he smiled, then he put
a hand on my shoulder to push me aside. I grabbed his wrist and went with the
direction he was pushing me and as I did, I stooped and brought him over my
back in what I thought was a judo move.

Caught totally off-guard, he landed on his back on the floor looking up at me.
I looked down at him and twisted his wrist. "Now will you leave?" I asked.
"Good move, bitch," he hissed and tried to get up, but I quickly kicked him in
the ribs. "Ugh," he said as the toe of my cross trainer made contact. "Watch
who you're calling a bitch, meat head," I said.

He tried once more to get up and this time I kicked him in the arm pit.
"Argh," he cried softly and I twisted his arm. "Last chance, big boy," I said.
"Screw you," he said. "No, screw you," I said and put my foot against his body
just below the arm pit and pulled as hard as I could on his arm. There was an
audible 'pop' as I dislocated his shoulder.

"Aah!" he cried, and I could feel the arm go limp. I dropped it and he
immediately cradled his dislocated arm with his other hand. I allowed him to
sit up, then got behind him and put a hand under his chin and one on his
forehead. "Go ahead," I said, "give me a reason to snap your neck." He didn't
move. "Are you going to be a good boy and leave?" I asked. "Yes," he said
quietly. "Good," I said and released my hold on his head.

He got to his feet unsteadily, his useless right arm still cradled in his
left. As he came up, he yelled, "You fucking bitch!" and lunged for me. I side
stepped him and his momentum carried him past me. As he was nearly by me, I
stuck my leg out and he tripped, sending him sprawling to the floor. Having
only one arm to break his fall, he landed hard, his chin hitting the
rubberized flooring.

He lay there stunned. I walked around him and gave him a quick stomp on the
side of his head. I was pleased to see my cross trainer left a mark of the
tread on his cheek. 'That will take a day or two to go away' I thought,
pleased with myself.

I continued around and picked up his left wrist. Holding it, I straddled his
waist and brought the arm high up behind him as I sat on the man's butt. "Now,
you little wimp, are you ready to leave?" I asked. "Yes, yes," he said. I
laughed and said, "I was just kidding," and quickly brought his arm as far up
as I could. The 'pop' this time came directly from his left shoulder and he
screamed like a little girl. I smiled to myself.

I let go of the wrist and his arm lay there on his back nearly useless. I
leaned down and whispered in his ear as he sobbed, "Now who's the bitch?" He
sobbed uncontrollable and mucus ran from his nose onto the floor. "Answer me,"
I said. "Me," he managed between sobs, "I'm the bitch."

I stood up and then grabbed his useless arm. "Come on wussy, get your ass out
of here," I said, and he managed to get his legs under him although he was
none to steady. I pulled him towards the door. Once he was through the door, I
retrieved his warm-up jacket and returned and through it onto the sidewalk in
front of the shop. I didn't care whether he got it or someone else did.

I no sooner shut the door than Howard and Cindy came in. "Who is that man?"
Howard asked. "I don't know," I said, "he came in here like he owned the place
and wanted to work out for free. I had to throw him out of here." "You did the
right thing, but he looked like he was in pretty bad shape," Howard said. I
laughed softly, "I had to get physical with that guy, he tried to push me
around," and I glanced at Cindy, "I wasn't going to let him do that."

"You're sure you're OK?" Howard asked. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine, how was lunch," I
asked, still looking at Cindy. "Nice, lunch was nice," she said, "Do you mind
if I use the restroom," she said, this last statement was directed to her
husband. "No, not at all," Howard said, "Tammy, why don't you show Cindy where
the women's room is at." "Sure, happy to, right this way, Cindy," I said and
set off in the direction of the locker room.

The restrooms are through the locker room, past the shower stalls and sauna.
There are three stalls. Cindy went in the first and I stood leaning against
the door jamb. "Did you say anything to Howard about our little 'talk'," I
asked. "No, mistress," she said. "Good, let's keep that between us," I said,
"You want to make love to me, don't you?" "Yes, mistress," she said and I
smiled at her. "We can't now, but come back tonight after closing and I'll let
you service my pussy, now take your pee."

I watched as she unzipped her skirt and pulled down her panties to sit on the
toilet. I knew that having me watch her was an embarrassment, and that's what
I wanted.

"Before you come back tonight, I want you to wax that hair off your pussy," I
told her, "I'm not having my slaves with a bunch of pubic hair." "Yes,
mistress," she said as she pulled up her panties and skirt.

We walked back to the main gym floor in silence. She said her good-byes to
Howard and left. I was already looking forward to tonight.

Howard left early evening and the clients came and went. I started my work out
before closing and as I ran through my exercises, those in the gym stole
glances at me; the women with envy and the men watching the weight I was
lifting and no doubt wishing they could pump as much as me.

I just finished standing calf raises and was admiring my calves in the mirror
when I noticed the time. There were only two men left in the place, so I told
them, "We're closing, let's wrap it up." They grumbled under their breath
although these two normally stood around and chatted more than they worked
out. As they exited, I locked the door behind them.

I thought about doing one more set of calf raises when there was a tap on the
door. I let Cindy in. She wore a pair of short shorts and a halter that
flattened her breasts. "Did you tell Howard you were coming here?" I asked.
"No, I lied and said I was going out with a friend," she said. "Good girl," I
said and brushed her hair from the nap of her neck.

I kept my hand there, then pulled her into me and gave her a long kiss. I ran
my tongue in her mouth and teased her tongue. We parted and I said, "Get
undressed." She looked around and I said, "I told you to get undressed, it
doesn't matter if anyone else is around; when I tell you something, do it!"
She quickly unbuttoned her shorts and pulled her halter top over her head. Now
naked once again, I admired her breasts and was pleased to see that she had
waxed her pubic area.

I touched her naked pussy and for an instant she pulled away then thought
better of it. 'So soft,' I thought as my finger found her clit and toyed with
it.

"I should have known," a deep voice said from behind Cindy, "a dyke." I
glanced over Cindy's shoulder and the man I had dislocated his arms stood just
inside the door.

"I came back to teach you a lesson, bitch," he snarled. Cindy quickly
retrieved her shorts and halter top and held them to her chest as she turned
to face the intruder. I walked toward the man and he pulled a knife from his
belt and held it in front of him.

"Would you look at that, Cindy," I said, "Mr. Big Shot couldn't win in a fair
fight, so now he comes with a knife. What a sorry ass he is." "Yea," he said,
moving the knife back and forth in front of him, "I'm going to slice you like
fresh bread." I laughed at him.

I got within five feet of him and he lunged at me. I had anticipated the move
and sidestepped him easily. He was a big man and his momentum carried him past
me. As he was nearly by me, I kicked him in the ass with my cross trainer. He
nearly went down but managed to stay upright, but that was short lived.

As he was righting himself, I moved in, punching hard to his kidney. My next
blow or series of blows landed precisely where I wanted. First a left to his
mid-back area then moving to my left as he turned clockwise, I hit him on the
cheekbone with a devastating right which shattered the bone. Within seconds
his eye was beginning to swell shut.

He dropped the knife as he reached for his swollen eye.

Now throwing caution to the wind, he lunged once more at me and I caught him
with a left on the nose sending a spray of blood from the damaged organ. It
was all he could do to clutch at his face now and I took the opportunity to
deliver four, five and then six body punches, bruising ribs if not breaking
them.

I stepped back as he fell to the floor with a thud. He immediately curled in a
fetal position trying to protect his head and belly area. I looked at Cindy
who stood with her mouth open, looking at the man on the floor, no longer
trying to protect her modesty by covering herself with her discarded clothes.

She looked up to find me watching her and said softly, "Are you going to kill
him, mistress?" "Yes," I said, "I dislocated his arms earlier and he had them
snapped back into place, most likely at a hospital. Now he came back. If I
don't kill him, he'll only return again." Then she surprised me when she said,
"Good."

I turned my attention back to the man on the floor who was whimpering. "Shut
up, bitch!" I told him, and kicked him in the small of the back. I straddled
his hip and drove my fist into his ribs. I felt rather than heard several
break and he cried out in pain. I hit him in the same place twice more and on
the third blow, it was as if I were driving my fist into a bowl of pudding.

Standing again I taunted him. "Get up you pussy, come on and fight like a
man." He only lay there moaning. With the toe of my shoe I rolled him on his
back. He didn't bother to put up any resistance. His breathing was more
labored lying on his back. With his broken nose, crushed cheek bone and
swollen eye, he was barely recognizable, but I was sure it was the internal
damage that gave him the most pain.

"Come here, Cindy," I said and indicated to stand near the man's head. I took
her hands and guided her so that she was straddling his head. "Sit on his
face," I said. She looked at me questioningly but before I could say anything,
she lowered herself to his face.

As soon as she made contact the man began to buck and thrash beneath her. I
sat on his stomach and pinned his arms with my legs. A minute or two passed
and his struggling diminished. Cindy began to move her hips back and forth
riding his face. All that was visible from my position was the lower part of
that shattered chin.

I'm not sure how long we remained in this position, but it was long enough for
Cindy to climax, her soft meowing sounds increasing to a loud, "Yes, yes,
yes!" plea just before she came.

I leaned forward and kissed Cindy hard on the lips. "Did you enjoy yourself,
my pet," I asked. She blushed and said, "Yes, mistress." I smiled back at her
and said softly, "Very well, I need for you to clean the carpet and I'll
dispose of the body." "Do you think he's dead?" she asked. I chuckled and
said, "Yes, I think you literally rode him to death."

I lifted the dead weight onto my shoulder and went through the back door to
the alley behind the gym. Several doors down were a series of dumpsters. I
dropped him over the side of the one furthest from the gym. By the time I
returned, Cindy had most of what little blood there was cleaned up.

"Come with me," I said and taking her by the hand, led her to the men's
shower. The men's shower was a large open shower area with six or seven shower
heads while the women's were individual stalls, not large enough for two. I
stripped off my shorts and T-shirt and joined Cindy under the warm cascading
water.

We lathered each other and let our hands and lips explore. I paid special
attention to her clit and labia which had remnants of the man's blood smeared
on them.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked. "Oh, yes, mistress," Cindy said, "that was the
most intense orgasm I've had in years." "The most intense except for this next
one," I said and sank to my knees and began to explore her clit with my
tongue. As I flicked her pleasure center with the tip of my tongue, her
panting became more rapid and pronounced. She came with a quiver and again the
cries of, "Yes, yes, yes."

"May I pleasure you, mistress?" Cindy asked once her breathing had returned to
normal and we stepped from the shower. She ran a hand over my striated chest
and down my six-pack abs. "No, not tonight, my pet," I said, "But soon." She
looked disappointed and I said, "Tonight was your awakening. You did well and
even killed a man." She blushed and I continued, "He deserved it, like I said,
you did well."

Cindy dressed and left. I locked up after inspecting the place where the man
had met his end. All looked OK.

On the way home I thought, 'Being dominant is intoxicating, I get high just
being in control,' and I found myself playing with my clit beneath my Spandex
shorts.