Vacation in Paradise – Part 2
By Muscle Fan



I woke unable to move. It felt as if I were pinned under a tree; one limb
across my back and the trunk lying partially on my leg. It took a minute, but
I realized I was on Mistress Anne's bed with her lying partially on top of me.

My stirring must have woken her because she rolled from on top of me onto her
back. I rolled on my side, propping my head on my hand, looking at her. "You
are uninhibited," I said. She smiled and rolled her head to look at me. "I
suppose I am," she said, "Does that bother you?" I thought for a second and
then said, "No, not at all."

"Good," she said, "It would be a shame to waste your cock on someone who was
too embarrassed to use it." I furrowed my brow and she said, "Look." 'Look at
what,' I thought and then it dawned on me. I looked at my penis and even
though I was flaccid, it lay on the bed between us. Anne rolled onto her side
and looked down at my manhood and smiled. "Femdala has blessed you with a new
cock, Kevin," she said, reaching out and running a finger along its length,
"Do you like your gift?"

While I was happy with my manhood before I came to Jamaica, I was now
ecstatic. "Yes, mistress," I said, admiring my now eight-inch cock. She smiled
and said, "Good, now I have to prepare for tonight's ritual. Why don't you
have Karen show you some of the sights around the island."

She got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. I watched through the
open door as she stood before the toilet and urinated as a man would. 'Truly
amazing,' I thought as she flushed the toilet and disappeared into her walk-in
closet. I got up and padded to Karen's room.

I knocked on the door and Karen opened it. "Kevin," she said, "hi." She seemed
somewhat surprised but I smiled and said, "Mistress Anne is busy preparing for
tonight's ritual, she suggested you show me the island. Can I come in?" Karen
looked over her shoulder and then opened the door wide. There on the bed was
Liz, naked. It was obvious by the disarray of the sheets that they had spent
the night together.

"Sorry to interrupt," I said. "That's alright, I have to be going anyway," Liz
said stepping from the bed. She picked a satin robe from the back of a chair
and put it on, not bothering to tie the sash. She gave Karen a long, deep,
kiss before leaving. "I'll see you later, Liz," Karen said, and then turning
to me said, "OK, I'll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes, bring a bathing
suit, I'll show you a great beach on the far side of the island."

I met Karen downstairs as she had asked and we set off sightseeing. Liz had
packed the ice chest and put some beach towels in the Jeep. "The first place
we're going to go to is Doctor's Cave Beach," Karen said as she drove, "It's
sort of a tourist spot."

"Have you and Liz been having an affair for some time?" I asked. "Having an
affair?" Karen asked, and laughed, "Is that what we're having? I thought we
were just fucking." "Uh-huh," I said, "Ok, have you and Liz been fucking for a
long time?" "Yes, since I've been here. I'm not exclusive to Liz though, I
spend a lot of nights with Mistress Anne, too." I had assumed that. "You're
not jealous are you?" she asked putting a hand on the inside of my thigh as
she drove.

"No," I said, "I just wasn't aware that you liked women, is all." She pulled
to the side of the road and stopped the car and turned to me, "Look, Kev, I
love you, but I love Liz and Mistress Anne as well. In different ways, yes, so
don't be jealous, OK?" "I know, I know," I said. "Besides," she continued, "I
like this little guy," and massaged my crotch, my cock becoming erect.

"Oh, maybe he isn't such a little guy after all," Karen said, as she saw the
head of my penis protruding from the leg of my shorts. She laughed and said,
"You better control that thing, and keep it in your pants." Now it was my turn
to laugh and I said, "And maybe you better not be rubbing my cock in public."
She laughed and began driving again. Ten minutes later I had lost my erection
and we pulled into a parking place at Doctor's Cave Beach.

As Karen had said, the beach was filled with tourists. We grabbed our towels
and headed for a clear space on the sand. We spread our towels out. I slipped
off my sandals and unsnapped my shorts and was about to pull my T-shirt over
my head when I looked at Karen. She was just lifting her cover-up when I
noticed her abs.

"Nice six-pack, baby," I said as she lifted the cover-up over her head. She
followed my gaze to her stomach, smiled and said, "Mistress Anne likes firm
muscles," and giggled. "So do I, you know," I said kneeling on the sand.
Karen's burnt orange bikini left little to the imagination. "I know," she
said.

A group of three men who were lying nearby couldn't keep their eyes off of
Karen, and I understood why; she was gorgeous. "So how's your thesis going?" I
asked. "Good," she said, "Mistress Anne hasn't held anything back; she's let
me be a part of Femdala. I think I've got enough material, but I'll be
interested to see what happens tonight." "So you don't know?" I asked. "No,
this will be the first ritual that I've seen that involves punishment of one
of Femdala's followers."

"Excuse me," one of the men from nearby said. He was crouched at the side of
Karen's towel. She turned and looked at the man. "I was wondering if you two
were married," he asked. "No," Karen said, "why?" "In that case, I wanted to
know if I could ask you out for a coffee tonight," he said. Karen smiled and
pretended to brush sand from her stomach. The man couldn't help but stare. I
was curious to see what Karen was up to so I turned on my side to face her and
the man.

"Well, I am busy tonight," Karen said, and then looked at the man's crotch and
said, "But quite frankly, I'm not sure you'd 'measure up' to my standards."
"What?" he said. Karen smiled again and then ran her hand nearest me over my
crotch. I felt myself harden as she slowly stroked my penis. In seconds the
head of my penis appeared beneath my trunks.

"My boyfriend has a twelve-inch cock and quite frankly, I think you fall a
little short in that department," Karen said. The man looked at my penis and
then at Karen, got to his feet and without replying, turned and went back to
his friends.

"I didn't embarrass you, did I?" Karen asked. I smiled, "No, I was happy that
'Little Kevin' and I could be of assistance." "Little Kevin?" Karen asked,
"Not anymore." "Thanks to Mistress Anne," I said.

We lay there for another half hour when Karen asked, "Are you ready to get
away from all of the tourists?" "Sure," I said, "I'm along for the ride." She
drove to a secluded beach on the other side of the island on a rode that only
a Jeep could traverse.

We pulled to a stop in the shade of a large bush and Karen hopped out and
unfastened her bathing suit top. "I hate wearing bathing suits now," she said,
"but we're alone here," and stepped out of her bikini bottom, "come on," and
ran around the bush to the beach. I watched her disappear and quickly got out
of my swim trunks. By the time I rounded the bush, Karen was in the crystal
water up to her waist. I ran into the water next to her.

She wrapped her arms around me and held me close. I tasted the saltiness of
the water on her lips as we kissed and explored each other's mouths with our
tongue. "I have to have you inside me," she said softly in my ear, "now." I
was happy to oblige. Karen wrapped her legs around my waist as poised the head
of my shaft against her mons.

Slowly I penetrated her. "Hmm, Kevin, I've missed you," she said softly. "I
missed you too," I replied. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asked. "Of course,"
I said as I pressed my cock a bit deeper. She began to pant slightly. "Hmm,
Mistress Anne and I, ah, hmm, prayed to Femdala to get Julie out of your
life." I stopped and looked at her. She opened her eyes. "What?" she said.

"You what?" I asked. "Mistress Anne and I cast a spell to get Julie out of
your life. I can't believe it worked," she said. I held her away from me
looking her in the eyes. "You're not mad are you?" she asked finally. My mind
was spinning and my erection waned.

Julie and I had only known each other for a few months when we got married.
What started out as love soon became dull and routine. Then, about a month
ago, Julie lost all interest in sex and me. She became withdrawn and
vindictive. 'This is probably about the time Karen came to Jamaica,' I
thought, 'Coincidence; maybe not.'

"You knew the marriage wasn't right, didn't you?" You knew it!" she asked. I
looked down at the water and saw several colorful fish dart between my legs
and around Karen's butt. "Yes," I said quietly, "The marriage went downhill,
it was a mistake." I looked up and she smiled. "So you're not mad at me?" she
asked. "No," I said, "Julie and I weren't a good match." "But we are," she
said. I nodded.

My erection returned and I slid my cock into Karen. "Ah!" she gasped, "Easy
baby." "Huh, you wanted me, Karen, didn't you, well, now you've got me," I
said sternly as I eased a little more of my shaft into her. I began to thrust
and she threw her head back. "Hmm," she said and began to moan. I increased
the tempo and drove myself deeper. She screamed and we climaxed together.

Holding her, her hands behind my neck, we were motionless, our breathing
returning to normal. Finally, Karen unwrapped her legs from my hips. "Wow!"
she said, "That was incredible."

For the next two hours we lay on the beach; kissed, talked, reminisced, had
sex and explored each other's bodies. We had this little piece of paradise to
ourselves.

"Are you going to LA after you finish your paper on Mistress Anne?" I asked.
"On Santeria, yes," she said, "I'll see about getting a job on the west
coast." I smiled and said, "Maybe we could share a place." She laughed and
said, "We'd never get out of bed." I laughed and said, "That's probably true,"
and ran my hand down her taut abs to her mons. "Hmm," she hummed as I bent and
kissed her body.

"Maybe I'll catch the flight with you tomorrow," Karen said, "I can finish my
paper back in the states." "Really?" I asked, "That would be fantastic." We
made love one more time on the sand.

"We better get back to Mistress Anne's," Karen said, "I don't want to miss the
ritual. I'll have to tell Mistress Anne about my decision to leave with you."

We drove back to Mistress Anne's compound and Liz met us in the courtyard as
Karen brought the Jeep to a halt.

"Welcome back," Liz said, retrieving the ice chest and towels, "How was the
beach?" "Fantastic," Karen said, "when is the ritual?" "In an hour, I have
some supper for you if you like." "Thank you, Liz," I said, "that would be
great." After a day of sun and sex, I was famished.

After we had eaten, we found Anne in her bedroom. "Mistress, I'm going to fly
home with Kevin tomorrow. I can finish my paper on Femdala in the states."
Mistress Anne sighed. "I'm going to miss you Karen and you too, Kevin," she
said, "I wish you could stay." "I do too," I said. "We'll be back," Karen
said, "I promise."

Mistress Anne handed me a small bottle. "Please, put some of this oil on me."
I put oil in the palm of one hand and rubbed it onto her body with the other.
'Solid,' I thought, 'she's solid as stone,' as I applied the oil.

That evening, cars began to arrive. People filed into one of the outbuildings.
Benches were set up in a semi-circle around an altar of sorts. There were
perhaps twenty men and women sitting on the benches, all muscular. Karen and I
sat on the end of one of the benches. "Are there no overweight people in
Jamaica," I whispered to Karen, looking at the spectators. "Femdala respects
the human body," Karen whispered back, "Mistress Anne is quite strict when it
comes to how one treats their body." I nodded.

Mistress Anne wearing a black satin robe came through a side door with a woman
of perhaps forty wearing a white satin robe. She stopped beside the altar,
facing the spectators and Mistress Anne said, "As many of you know we are here
because Margaret has been lied to and cheated on by her husband, Frank. This
has happened not once, but twice. We are here to administer punishment for his
crime against Margaret and his disrespect for Femdala."

The followers nodded and Anne said, "Reginald, please bring Frank out." The
door opened once more and Reginald, the policeman from the airport, brought
Frank in. Reginald was shirtless, however, Frank was naked. Reginald sat Frank
in a straight-back wooden chair and then moved behind the chair.

"In accordance with Femdala tradition, Margaret is free to choose someone to
satisfy her since her husband has abandoned her," Anne said, "Margaret, please
choose." Margaret looked around the room and then walked to me and held out
her hand. I looked at Karen who gave a quick nod for me to go with the woman.

At the altar, facing Anne, Mistress Anne said, "Margaret has made her choice,
Kevin; you will fulfill Margaret's desires for the evening. Please, get
undressed." I looked around. I wasn't use to an audience, when I had sex.

"Margaret, no!" Frank yelled out. "Quiet!" Mistress Anne said sternly, "You
will watch your wife be satisfied by someone who is not family." 'So that was
it,' I thought, 'payback for Frank having extramarital sex.' Now I understood.

I undressed and turned to face Margaret. There was a murmur from the crowd as
they saw me naked. Margaret untied the sash of her robe and shrugged it from
her shoulders. For a woman in her forties, she was magnificent; firm erect
breasts, taut abs and muscular legs. I could feel the stirrings of an
erection. Margaret smiled and lay on the altar.

"Please, Margaret, no," Frank pleaded, "I want to come back, I won't
disrespect you ever again. " "Reginald, gag that man," Mistress Anne said.
Reginald took a cloth from his pocket and put it in Frank's mouth and then
tied the ends in back of his head. Satisfied that her order had been carried
out, Mistress Anne turned to me and said, "Proceed."

I ran my hands over the woman's lats' and across her mid-section. I could feel
my erection and there was a murmur from the people in the room. "Take me,"
Margaret said softly as I guided the head of my penis to her labia. Slowly,
and without foreplay, I penetrated her and began to slowly thrust. Within
minutes she panted and moaned, "Please, don't stop, don't stop." I thrust
deeper, increasing my tempo.

"You see, Frank, this is how a man should treat his wife," Mistress Anne said,
"Not cast her aside. Margaret can and will do better than you."

I drove deeper as the tempo of my thrusts increased. Margaret held on to the
edges of the altar. With a heavy moan, she climaxed as did I. "Ah," the people
said as I withdrew my cock.

"Thank you, Kevin," Mistress Anne said. I extended a hand to Margaret who took
it and sat up on the edge of the altar. "Yes, thank you, Master Kevin,"
Margaret said, softly, "it has been several years since Frank showed an
interest in me." I nodded and began to put my clothes on. Margaret stood and
wrapped her robe around her.

Once Margaret was seated, Mistress Anne said, "Frank has endured the sight of
his wife being pleasured by another man and now he will be punished
physically. This is the will of Femdala." "Praise be to Femdala," the people
said in unison.

Liz, who I hadn't seen sitting on the far end of the bench, stood and
approached Anne. Anne untied the sash of her robe and Liz slipped it from her
shoulders. Her dark body glistened with the oil I had applied and she looked
even more powerful than ever. Her abdominals were deeply defined; her muscles
ripped and thick veins ran across her arms and legs.

As she approached Frank, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of this
approaching Amazon. Reginald, still behind Franks chair put a hand on each
shoulder to keep the man in his seat.

"You are being held accountable for adultery," Mistress Anne said to Frank,
stopping directly in front of the man. "Femdala has spoken to me and I will
mete out the punishment that she sees fit," Mistress Anne told him, "Femdala
has blessed me and the rest of her flock. Give me your wedding ring."

Frank held his hand up and stared at his palm, his hand shaking. He tried to
pull the ring from his finger but was unable to get it passed his knuckle.
After a minute, Mistress Anne clutched his hand and pulled on his ring finger.
With a snap, she pulled the finger free as if plucking a leaf from a stem.
Seconds later, Franks muffled scream filled the room. Those sitting on the
benches turned away or recoiled at the sight of the blood that dripped from
his hand onto his leg and the floor.

Anne removed the ring from the severed finger and gave it to Margaret who only
stared at the bloody ring in her palm. "You gave this to Frank with a solemn
vow to be true to one another, and Frank chose to not honor that vow," Anne
told her, "The ring is yours once again."

Mistress Anne returned to where Frank was sitting. It looked as if he had gone
into shock. "Stand him up, Reginald," she instructed the policeman. Lifting
Frank under the arms, Reginald held the man upright. Mistress Anne clutched
his testicles and penis and slowly squeezed. As she crushed his scrotum in her
palm, I watched as her bicep flexed. Frank's eyes bulged and he screamed
louder, if that was possible, than before. Finally his eyes rolled into his
head and he passed out.

Reginald carried the limp body of Frank to the altar and laid him atop it.
Mistress Anne turned to the people and said, "This man will no longer have a
need for his genitals. Femdala has decreed that he will father no children
with another woman. He is now banished from our family. This is the will of
Femdala." The people said in unison, "This is the will of Femdala."

The group began to get to their feet. Some approached Mistress Anne before
leaving and spoke softly to her only glancing at the unconscious Frank. A
couple helped Margaret to her feet and walk out, still clutching the bloodied
ring in her fist.

When it was just Mistress Anne, Reginald, Karen and I, Mistress Anne said,
"You'll get rid of the body as we discussed?" She was talking to Reginald.
"Yes, Mistress," he said.

Turning to Karen and I, she said, "You can go or stay, but I need to finish
this." Karen nodded and said, "I'll stay, mistress," and then looked at me.
All I could do is nod. "Very well then," she said, "This will look like he got
hit by a car or truck."

Mistress Anne reached under the unconscious man's arms and holding him against
her muscled chest, wrapped her arms around him and squeezed. At first, all I
heard was the breath escaping Frank's lungs, but then there was the faint
cracking as if twigs were being snapped, except it wasn't twigs, it was his
ribs.

She laid him back on the altar and drove a fist into his rib cage on his left
side. Bones shattered and a black welt rose almost instantly.

"Is he still alive," I asked Karen quietly. She nodded and said in a whisper,
"I think so." Mistress Anne looked at us and moved Frank's body so that his
head was off the end of the altar. She stepped to the end of the altar and
positioned Franks head between her thighs.

Had Frank not been unconscious this scene may have looked sexual, but there
was no sex involved. "I'm going to crush his skull," Mistress Anne said
matter-of-factly, "this needs to look like an accident."

She squeezed her massive thighs together, her veins bulging and her butt
showing striated muscles beneath her ebony skin. With a crack, Frank's skull
fractured and Mistress Anne released her vise-like legs. Franks head was limp
over the edge of the altar.

"Praise Femdala," Mistress Anne said as she stepped clear of the body. "Praise
Femdala," Reginald repeated and lifted the man from the altar carrying him
through the door that they had entered earlier.

Karen and I followed in Mistress Anne's wake as we walked back to the house.
"Let's go for a swim," she said over her shoulder, "I need to relax." It was
late, and I had an afternoon flight to the west coast tomorrow, but I didn't
want to deny myself the chance to watch Mistress Anne.

Mistress Anne dove into the pool as Karen and I took our clothes off. Watching
Anne swim was like watching a great white shark, 'She moves with amazing speed
and agility for someone of her size,' I thought, 'like a great white and just
as deadly.'

As she stood up, water cascaded from her dark body, she looked at me. "I hope
you enjoyed your short stay here," she said, "and didn't find tonight's ritual
too disturbing. Thank you again for satisfying Margaret, she'll find a better
husband than Frank." I nodded.

"Karen," Mistress Anne said, "I trust you will treat the ritual tonight, how
should I put this, 'delicately,' when you write your paper. Those unfamiliar
with Femdala may not be sympathetic to our religion." "Certainly, mistress,"
Karen said, "I appreciate you letting me be a part of your ritual." Mistress
Anne wrapped an arm around Karen and held her to her chest and kissed her.
When she broke the kiss, Mistress Anne said, "I'll miss you Karen."

Is there anything you didn't get to see or do?" Mistress Anne asked looking at
me. I thought about that and said, "No, but I wanted to ask, just how strong
are you?" She smiled and then laughed stepping from the pool. Karen and I
watched as she took a brick from a garden wall and holding it in her hand
squeezed it until it turned to dust. "Strong, baby, very strong," and laughed,
and padded toward the house. Halfway there she turned and said, "I'll see you
tomorrow before you go."

That night Karen slept in my bed. "I'm going to miss Mistress Anne," she said,
"But I'm going to enjoy being with you." "Me too," I told her shortly before
we fell asleep.

The next morning I lay in bed watching Karen sleep; her chest rising and
falling with her breath, her hard, firm body. 'I can't believe that we're
going to be together.'

Later that day as we were loading our bags into the Jeep, Mistress Anne gave
us a jar with what looked like a gel in it. "Kevin, use this when you and
Karen have sex," Anne said, "It will heighten your desires and prolong your
love making." "Not that I think we need it," I said, taking the jar from her
and placing it in Karen's bag to be checked, "but thank you all the same." We
said our good-byes and got into the Jeep. Today, Liz was driving.

As we turned onto the main highway, we slowed. Reginald was standing on the
side of the road in full police uniform. At his feet was a tarp shrouded body.
'Frank,' I thought as we slowly passed. I waved at Reginald and he nodded
back. 'Tragic accident,' I thought.

Today, Karen and I share an apartment steps from the beach. She teaches and I
continue to work in the publishing business.

We plan to marry and honeymoon in, of all places, Jamaica.

If you enjoyed, 'Vacation in Paradise,' please let me know at
covert.1@hotmail.com

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