Worship Me Part 14
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 42

And so I more or less christened myself both the 'Mistress of Pleasure' and
the 'Mistress of Pain'.

After two weeks of sitting around the house which involved sunning by the
pool, working out in the gym or accompanying John to some rather uneventful
meetings, I was getting bored.

John could tell. One day he called me into his office and said, "Jane, I have
something that I think you're going to like." "John, I know what you have and
I love it, so if you need me to get you off, you only need to ask," I said,
smiling. "I appreciate that, and you've been wonderful, better than wonderful,
but I made a phone call to a friend and he could use your services."

I looked at John, and he said, "No, it's not what you're thinking; what he
needs is a professional to take care of a bad guy. Lt. Bowman of LAPD's
Special Unit is a friend of mine. He needs to have someone, as he put it,
'dealt with'. Due to budget shortfalls and overcrowding of prisons some of the
real 'bad apples' need to be off the streets. What do you think?"

I smiled and said, "It sounds good to me, what's my first assignment?" "He's
sending that over. Naturally, it's hush-hush, but it will earn us 'points'
within the LAPD." An hour later a courier dropped off an envelope for John. It
was a plain envelope with no indication that it came for the police
department. He and I both looked over the material and at the booking photo of
the man. There was a handwritten post it that said that the file was to be
destroyed once the assignment was complete. I was eager to get started.

The individual was John Martin, a rather non-descript name for a child
molester and sadist. John at an early age terrorized and killed several
neighborhood pets. At the age of 13, he had graduated to bullying and
terrorizing his classmates including one that he tried to set on fire. He had
been in and out of juvenile facilities and mental institutions. He was
responsible for three rapes, two with a 'foreign instrument'. Mr. Martin was
currently living in an outpatient facility awaiting trial. 'He sounded like he
wasn't going to get a humanitarian award any time soon,' I thought.

I began by casually watching his residence, noting when and where he went and
when he returned. It was tedious work, but I was grateful for it. I varied my
times so as not to attract undo attention.

Chapter 43

Then one evening, I was in my car a block away from John Martin's house when I
saw him slip out the back door. This was after curfew, a restriction on the
residence. I got out and followed on foot.

He ducked down an alley and I caught sight of him going in the back door of a
strip joint. This was a violation of his parole. I followed and spotted him
sitting at the edge of the stage, watching the dancer. He was watching
intently, but I remained in the shadows.

The girls set ended and another girl took the stage. John got up and I thought
was going to walk out the back door, the way he had entered, when he took a
sharp left and entered the dancer's dressing room.

I peeked around the edge of the door and saw John kissing the dancer who had
just left the stage, one of his hands on her tits. I quietly entered and spun
John around, the look of total surprise on his face. The girl was first to
respond, "Who the hell are you?" she said. "I'm your worst nightmare, sweet
cheeks," I said, "is this guy your boyfriend or what?" "Yeah, Johnny and I are
together," she said. "Surprising," I said, "since he's a convicted child
molester." She looked from me to him and back to me. "Is that the truth," she
asked. "Absolutely," I said, then turning to John, "why don't you tell her
John, tell her about your classmate you tried to set on fire." "Wait, how'd
you know about that, those records are sealed?" he said.

I looked back at the stripper and said, "Opps, I guess Johnny boy here just
admitted to that offense." "You bastard!" she screamed at him, "You just
wanted to get at my daughter, didn't you?" 'Well, this couldn't have gone any
better,' I thought.

John was starting to edge toward the door and I quickly cut him off. "Not so
fast, stud muffin, I have a job to dispose of and the job is you," and I
smiled at him and gave him a right jab to the ribs that lifted him off the
ground. He began to cry and I quickly stuffed a G-string in his mouth that was
lying on the dressing table. I turned to the dancer, "This is going to get
ugly, sweetie, you should probably leave," I said. "No, I'll stay, I want to
see this asshole get what's coming to him, he wanted to hurt my little girl."
"Suit yourself, but please close and lock the door, will you?" I asked.

Chapter 44

"What's your name," I asked the stripper. "Rachel, but everyone here knows me
as Cleopatra," she said, standing with her back against the door, wearing only
a G-string with fake gold coins attached. "I can see why," I said. Her eyes
were made up to resemble Liz Taylor in the movie, 'Cleopatra' and she had her
hair cut in that same bob.

"OK, John," I said turning back to the man, and I held up my index finger,
"this one is for the evil things you were going to do to Rachel's daughter." I
then located a rib and pushed it in, snapping it with just my finger. I
smiled. "You have more ribs to go, John, I want this to last, I want to savor
the pain I inflict," I told him.

I reached down and grabbed his cock and scrotum and crushed them. John's eyes
rolled up into his head and he passed out from the pain. "I just love this,
Rachel," I told her over my shoulder. "You sure are strong, lady," she said.
"Please, Rachel, call me Mistress Pain," I said. "Alright, Mistress Pain," she
said. I smiled again; I liked the sound of that.

John was coming around now, so I said, "Rachel, I'm going to beat him to a
pulp now, just to give you one more chance to get out." John's eyes got big as
saucers, and Rachel said, "No, I said I'd stay." "Okey-dokey then," I said,
hitting John with a right hook to his left eye, shattering the eye socket
instantly. I followed that with a left to his ribs and a right to his nose.
The nose exploded with a shower of blood.

A left to the kidneys and a right to his stomach doubled him over. I turned to
face Rachel and holding John by the hair, straddled his head and tightened my
thighs. "I'm going to shatter his skull using my thighs," I told her. John was
flailing at my legs mumbling something incoherent.

"Can you do that," Rachel asked. "Absolutely," I said, constricting my
muscles, willing them tighter. It wasn't so much as an audible 'pop', but I
felt his skull bone displace.

I relaxed my hold on his head and his body dropped to the floor. "That's it,"
I said to Rachel, "I'll put this," and I nudged his body with the toe of my
boot, "in the dumpster out back."

"I don't know how to thank you, Mistress Pain," she said, "if you hadn't told
me about his past, I would have taken him home to my little girl." "I'm glad I
came along then," I told her and took her in my arms and gave her a kiss on
the lips. We separated for a moment, and then she reached up and brought my
lips back to hers. I snaked my tongue into her mouth exploring.

"I'd love to spend time with you, Rachel, but I have to 'take the trash out'
and be on my way," I told her. "Perhaps another time then, mistress," she
said.

I picked John up by the belt and carried him as if her were a suitcase out the
back door and tossed him in the dumpster. I looked back to see Rachel standing
in the door, watching. I waved and she waved back, then she turned and went
inside.

Once in my car, I dialed the number that had come with John's file. "Lt.
Bowman," the man said. "I have a pick up for you in the dumpster behind 'LA
Strip Shoppe'," I said. There was a long pause then he said, "I understand,
I'll have someone on it." "Bye," I said and hung up. 'He has a nice voice,' I
thought.

Chapter 45

The following morning, I was in the gym working out. John was off on a meeting
that didn't require me, so I'd have to wait to give him my report on what went
on with Mr. Martin.

I was about two-hours in when Gwen walked in wearing Spandex shorts and a
sports bra. "How'd everything go last night," she asked as she began her warm
up. "It went well," I said as I continued doing my seated flies.

For the next half hour we worked out separately in silence. I couldn't help
admiring her body; not muscular, but toned, her brown skin glistening with her
sweat. She sat at the preacher bench near the leg press machine I was on,
working her biceps, and asked, "So, which do you like more, Jane; inflicting
pain or producing pleasure?" 'Interesting question', I thought. "Hmm, actually
I love both. I love control and whether its pain or pleasure, I love to
control both," I said, "I deceive no one, I get sexual pleasure from
inflicting pain as well as pleasing my partner with sex. Does that make
sense?" "I think so," she said.

I got off the press machine; my quads pumped from pushing nearly 1,500 pounds
of plates upwards. I took Gwen by the bicep and lifted so she would stand,
then held her body close to mine and forcefully kissed her on the lips and ran
my tongue around her mouth. Our tongues touched, mine the more dominant.

The feel of her chest on my abs was almost too much for me to bear. I broke
our embrace and peeled her sports bra from her chest. Her breasts and nipples
stood erect and I sucked, first one, then the other, teasing the nipple with
my tongue and running it around the areola.

Standing back upright, I stretched and brought my hands behind my head while
tightening my abdominals. As I watched a bead of sweat ran down my mid-line in
the direction of my clit. "Lap my sweat," I told her softly. Gwen looked at me
questioningly and I said more forcefully, "Do it, Gwen, lap my sweat!" and she
bent to work, running the tip of her tongue along my sternum down toward my
clit. "Good girl," I said, "don't stop. You may pleasure me with your tongue;
I want to come in your mouth."

She knelt and took me into her mouth, making gentle sucking noises. Soon, I
was on the verge of climax and I said to her, "Drink in my juices, Gwen," and
I came. I released a torrent as Gwen tried to keep up.

With a finger under her chin, I lifted and she stood. I kissed her once more,
my tongue tasting my fluid in her mouth. "Umm," I said, "I taste wonderful,
don't you think, Gwen?" "Yes, mistress," she said.

"Shall we see what you taste like," I asked. "Yes, mistress," she said again.
"Lie on the bench, Gwen, and remove your shorts," I said, and I knelt between
her legs. I toyed with her clit alternately flicking it with my tongue and
sucking with my lips. I stiffened my tongue and ran it in and out, increasing
the thrusts. I kept it up until with a shudder, she climaxed.

I took her sweet juices in my mouth, then straddling the bench, moved forward
and bent to kiss her and deposit her come in her mouth.

I stood, hands on my hips, still straddling Gwen on the bench and looked down
at her, "So you see, my pet, I enjoy being in control, regardless of pain or
sex. But you don't want to feel the pain I'm capable of inflicting." A final
drop of my come dripped on her stomach. I un-straddled her, "Let's finish up,
I have to talk to John, I'm sure he's back by now."

Chapter 46

Gwen and I each showered and met in John's office. I told them exactly what
had happened including Rachel witnessing the entire destruction of John
Martin. At first they were concerned that Rachel was a 'loose end,' but those
fears seemed to go away when I said that she realized the John was just
playing her to get to her daughter.

John said that he had gotten a call from Lt. Bowman that they had found the
'trash' that I set out for them and had taken care of it. He appreciated the
effort and wondered if they might send another file my way.

I could hardly control my enthusiasm but said, "Sure, any time."