Worship Me Part 24
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 83

I went to Jeff Thompson's apartment, the pudgy, middle-aged man suspected of
being the 'Kozy Kouple Killer'. 'Catchy title dreamt up by the press,' I
thought. Thompson lived alone in an apartment near downtown Los Angeles. His
apartment building was an old two story affair with a pool in the center.
There was no security or guard, which made all the easier for me.

When I arrived, his apartment was dark, as I knew it would be. He worked until
11:00 at a freight facility in downtown. I let myself in by way of the front
door which was easy enough to open by lifting and pushing inward.

Without turning on lights, I looked through his apartment, starting with the
kitchen and proceeding to the two bedrooms. One of the bedrooms contained a
computer and not much more. The computer was on and not password protected.
'Careless, Thompson,' I thought. I looked at the internet history and saw
Thompson was in to S&M, dominatrix and transgender porn. 'Well,' I thought, 'I
can play into everything but the TG thing.'

His bedroom yielded magazines devoted to muscle babes and women with big tits.
'So', I thought, 'this will be fun.' I found a ski mask, handcuffs, a .38
revolver (which I emptied of cartridges) and a police uniform complete with
what looked like a real badge.

I had a little time to pass, so I glanced through the muscle woman magazine by
the light of a street light coming through the bedroom window. A lot of the
women in the magazine didn't look half as good, or as big, as me, I thought. I
found myself flexing and comparing body parts. Several of the women had no
muscles at all and were listed as 'figure models', whatever that was.

I heard a key in the front door and glanced at the bedside clock. 11:20, it
must be Thompson. I went to the closet and leaving the door ajar, waited.

The overhead light went on and Thompson came in the bedroom and proceeded to
undress. He had a beer belly and as he stripped off his briefs, I saw a small
penis. Now I knew what he was overcompensating for.

He walked in the bathroom and I could hear the water running in the tub. I
stripped out of my skirt and blouse that I had been wearing and wadding up my
panties, opened the closet door. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror
and thought, 'Yeah, I look a lot better than most of those women in Thompson's
magazine.'

He was bending over the tub, checking the water temperature and had just
turned it off when I grabbed him from behind. I clamped a hand over his mouth,
and then with my free hand, I stuffed my panties in his mouth. I walked him
back into the bedroom and reaching inside the closet, brought out the tie for
the police uniform. I tied it around his head, holding the gag in place. He
was squirming and mumbling, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Chapter 84

I tossed him on the bed and his eyes got wide as now he could take me in. "So,
Jeff," I said and went to his nightstand and picked up the female muscle
magazine, "you like girls with big muscle, huh?" I rolled up the magazine and
hit him on the head with it. "Answer me, you bitch, when I ask you a
question," I said. He shrank away like I had hit him with a club, but he
nodded yes. "Have you ever seen a real muscle goddess in person, Jeff?", and
he nodded no. "Well then," I said, "you're in for a treat. I ripped the cord
from his bedside lamb and tied his wrists behind his back. Then using the
phone cord, I tied his ankles together. I positioned him so that he was
sitting with his back against the headboard of the bed.

Leaving briefly, I went to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later. I sat
what I had found on the floor at the end of the bed, and as I stood up, I held
a 12-inch fry pan out for him to see. Without saying anything, I bent the pan
in half, my pectorals pumping. I tossed it in a corner.

Next, I held up his toaster. Holding it between the palms of my hands, I
pushed my hands together crushing the toaster to not much thicker than the
bread it once cooked. I laughed and said, "Do you like that, Jeff?" He nodded
yes as I tossed the remains of the toaster on the floor. "Good, Jeff, I
thought you might;" I said, "now this next little demonstration of my power
should get a rise out of you if you know what I mean."

I picked up a sauce pan and turned it over in my hands watching Thompson watch
me. I smiled and holding the handle near its base, slowly inserted it into my
vagina. Jeff's penis seemed to have a life of its own as it got harder. For
effect, I ran the handle in and out several times. "Do you like watching me,
Jeff? Do you like what I can do?" I asked and he rapidly shook his head yes.

Holding the pan in place, I began to tighten my thighs until the pot bent and
collapsed. I released the handle by relaxing my vagina. I held the handle
under Thompson's nose, "Smell, that's the scent of your muscle goddess, Mr.
Thompson, do you like that," I said and he nodded. I smiled at the psychopath
and said, "I thought you would, now I'm going to ask you a personal question,
are you the 'Kozy Kouple Killer'?" He hesitated, so I said, "Tell me the
truth, Thompson, then I'll continue with my show." He nodded yes. I smiled
once more, "Good, I thought so," I said, and taking his right foot in my hand,
I squeezed until I heard bones snap. He thrashed on the bed, but I didn't
release him.

"Shh," I said, "that pain will go away in a minute." I flexed my bicep for him
and extending my tongue, licked the granite hard muscle. His thrashing stopped
and his erection had returned. I went to his other foot and took it in my
other hand and he automatically began to squirm trying to break free. "Now,
now, Jeff," I said, "you don't think I'd break your other foot do you?" He
shook his head, no. 'What a fool,' I thought, and twisted his foot with enough
force to snap his ankle. He was in a great deal of pain now and before I could
flex my other bicep, his ankle began to turn blue.

"You've seen what I can do with my bare hands and my heavily muscled legs,
Jeff," I said, "but I want to show you something special." I reached down to
the floor at the foot of the bed and brought up a rolling pin. An old
fashioned wooden one that he had had in a kitchen drawer. He winced noticeably
and I thought, 'Not yet, Jeff, but soon.'

"Watch very careful," I said as I stepped onto the bed, my head almost
touching the ceiling. I straddled the prone man and bending slightly at the
waist, gradually inserted the rolling pin into my vagina. It felt wonderful
and I inched it in, finally allowing my muscles to take control. I looked down
at Jeff and his 5-inch erection was standing straight. I brought myself to
orgasm and said, "Here's the best part, at least for me," and I released a
stream of my juice on his face. He tried to dodge the deluge, but my aim was
'spot on.'

When I dropped the rolling pin, it hit him in the cock and he grunted and
tried to curl into a fetal position. "Oh, I'm bad", I said, hopping down from
the bed. I grabbed his cock and scrotum in my hand and squeezed, reducing them
to a paste. "You won't need those any more, Jeff," I said. Behind the gag in
his mouth, he screamed, but it was too muffled for neighbors to hear.

I held up my right index finger for him to look at and I said, "Not much
longer now, Jeffy boy, but watch what I can do with just my one little
finger." I then placed it on one of his ribs and began pushing inward until it
snapped. "Isn't that amazing," I said, "and you have many more to go." Then I
noticed he had passed out. 'Now what kind of fun is that if this wimp can't
even stay awake,' I thought. I gently slapped his cheek and he came too.

"Now, where was I," I asked, "oh, yes," and held up another finger, this time
my pinkie and placed it on another rib and pushed snapping a second rib. He
screamed but soon fell silent again. I had to slap him awake once again.

"All right," I said, "apparently you've suffered enough," holding his jaw in
my hand so that he could look in my eyes. I moved closer and stuck my tongue
out and flicked his forehead. "I can taste the fear on you," I said, "You are
pathetic," and then shattered his jaw with just the right hand.

I was turned on by my own power at this point and could no longer contain
myself. I began rubbing my clit and soon was ready to climax. I plucked the
gag from Thompson's mouth and again directed my stream at the man on the bed
trying to work his mouth. Catching some of my juices on my panties, I tossed
them on the bed.

Finished, I looked down at the destroyed man before me. 'Time to finish this,'
I thought and gave the prone figure an uppercut to the jaw that broke even
more bone and sent several teeth clicking across the floor. I followed that
blow with a left to the other side of the jaw and a right that hit home on his
nose, breaking cartilage.

Now, having difficulty breathing, I went to work on the body with a series of
blows. I will say he took a beating. Blood trickled from nose and mouth and a
soft moan escaped, his upper body was turning bluer by the minute.

Taking his head in my hands, I dragged his body so that his head was off the
foot of the bed. 'I'd really like to ride your face,' I thought, 'and get my
pent up emotions under control, but you are just too damn bloody.' I settled
for snapping his neck and ending his misery. 'He was a sick bastard anyway', I
thought.

Retrieving my soaked panties, I put them in the nightstand drawer for Lt.
Bowman. I went to the bathroom and touching the water still found it warm. I
stepped into the tub. 'How nice of Jeff to draw my bath for me,' I thought and
chuckled. I bathed, drained the tub and toweled off. I got dressed and looking
around the bedroom, decided to put the rolling pin in the drawer with my
panties. The pot and pans I left scattered about.

Chapter 85

Back in my car, I called Lt. Bowman. He gave his customary greeting, "Bowman,"
and I said, "Mr. Thompson is taken care of lieutenant. He's waiting for you in
his bedroom," and I chuckled. "By the way," I continued, "he confessed to the
killings. Let's just call it a death bed confession." There was a slight pause
and then Bowman asked, "Did you leave me anything?"

"Of course, lieutenant, I left you another pair of my soaking wet panties that
you can wear as a handkerchief in your jacket pocket," I said, "I also left a
rolling pin in the nightstand drawer that I used." "You beat him to death with
a rolling pin," Bowman asked, and I laughed into the phone. "No, silly," I
said, "I fucked myself with it," and hung up.

I waited for Lt. Bowman to show up, watching from the shadows. This time he
was first on the scene, and I suspected he didn't immediately call in the
homicide. As before, he entered the apartment and came out several minutes
later with the rolling pin in a plastic storage bag. Evidence? Private trophy?
I could only wonder, but I did see him clutching my panties in his other hand
and smiled as I drove away.

Chapter 86

As I drove, I broke the law and used my cell phone, calling Roger. He answered
the phone, his voice tinged with sleep. "Hello," he said. "I need to see you,"
I said. He hesitated and I imagined him checking the clock. "Sure, come on
over," he said.

I arrived 20-minutes later. He greeted me at the door on my first knock and as
he shut the door behind us, I turned and nearly crushed him I hugged him so
hard.

"I have something to tell you," I said, thinking of the supplement tablets for
him and his picture, both of which were at my house, "but first I want to make
love to you." He said nothing and we went to his bed which was unmade and
smelled of him.

We made love for well over an hour and lay exhausted in each other's arms.
"You said you had something to tell me," he asked. "Yes," I said, "I got
another package from Sheila. I should say a final package. It's at the house.
It has some things she wanted me to give you and a picture of a boy. It's
probably you, with a baseball mitt."

"I'd have to see the picture," Roger said, "but I think I know the one you're
referring to. Aunt Sheila gave me that mitt for my 8th birthday, but I still
don't see how you're getting these packages and letters. It's not logical."

"I agree," I said, "it defies logic, but our lives crossed for a reason. Your
Aunt Sheila has all but said that in so few words. Now, let's get some sleep,
it's been one hell of a night." "You promise to tell me all about it in the
morning," Roger asked. "Sure," I said, "all the gory details if you want," and
we both drifted off to sleep.