Worship Me Part 26
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 91

Patti had passed out, and so far, Bob had not seemed all that concerned about
the woman. 'I guess he won't be a candidate for Man of the Year,' I thought. I
unbuttoned my blouse and unzipped my skirt. I carefully folded each and put
them on a chair in the corner. Bob was watching me, but hadn't said anything.
I slid my thong down my long legs and bunching them up, jammed them in his
mouth. Now he had a panic look in his eyes and began mumbling.

"What are you doing, Jane," Roger asked. He was sitting in another chair on
the far side of the bed. "I thought Bob would do the right thing and give up
the money to save his fianc', but I should have known better," I said,
"there's only one thing he'll understand and that's pain." Now Bob's eyes were
wide as saucers.

Bob stood as if to run and I hit him with a short punch to the ribs. Perhaps
not breaking any, but the blow would leave a nasty bruise. I gave him a jab to
his right pec region, again, hard enough to get my point across, but breaking
nothing. "What's it going to be, Bob," I asked, "the money or a lot of broken
bones?" I asked. I plucked the gag from his mouth and he said nothing.

Putting the gag back, I said, "Very well, Roger," and bent down grabbing his
left foot, Bob fell back on the bed. I held his little toe between my
forefinger and thumb and twisted, breaking the small bone. Bob's muffled cries
were lost when I moved to the next toe and snapped it as well. He was trying
to lose his foot from my grasp, but that was futile. I broke a third and a
fourth toe and then with his big toe, I pulled, dislocating the joint and
probably doing major ligament damage. I smiled at Bob and said, "You know,
Bob, I'm really glad that you didn't return that money. I love doing this, I
really do, especially to you, you creep." There were beads of sweat on Bob's
forehead even though it wasn't hot in the room.

I again plucked the gag from his mouth and asked, "Had enough or should I
continue? Will you transfer the funds back to the company?" Slowly he nodded
and said, "Yes, please, just stop."

"Roger, be a dear and get me Bob's laptop. It's downstairs on top of the
suitcases in the hall." Roger padded down and brought back the laptop. "OK,
Bob, there you go. Transfer the funds," I said. He booted up the computer and
brought up his account. Within 5 minutes, the money was back in the company's
account. I looked at the screen then made a call to Emily. I spoke with her
and she verified everything looked OK. I told her I'd call later and go over
the details.

I took the laptop and turned it off, setting it on the chair next to my
clothes. "Now, Bob, what shall I do with you?" I asked, and again he had that
anxious look in his eyes. "What do you think, Roger? Kill him, break a few
more bones or let him go?" I asked. "I think we should let him go," Roger
said, then looking at Bob, "You're not going to the police are you?" Bob shook
his head no. "Good," Roger said, "because if you or your lady friend there
went to the police, Jane and I would have to come back and find you two and
finish what we started." I almost laughed since all Roger did was screw Patti
to death. "I promise," Bob said.

Patti was starting to come around. Blinking, she looked at me, then at Roger.
"What happened?" she asked, absently rubbing her clit. "You passed out," I
said, "I think Roger was a little too much for you, sweetie," a broad smile on
my face. "Don't worry, Patti," Roger said, "it was all good."

"OK," I said to Roger, "let's get dressed and get out of here. Thanks for
coming," and I glanced at Patti and back at Roger and giggled at my own joke.
"I'm glad you called," he said. We got dressed and were about to leave when I
looked back at Bob and said, "You may want to have that foot looked at soon,
but I think your dancing days are over," and chuckled. We left, taking Bob's
laptop with us.

Chapter 92

I told Roger I'd meet up with him later that I had to talk to Emily and John.
We kissed and he drove off. I pulled down the block and parked, I wanted to
see what Bob and Patti would do. I didn't have long to wait before a black and
white police cruiser pulled up in front. The two officers, one male, one
female went in when Patti answered the door. 'So much for Bob not calling the
police,' I thought.

I made a call to Emily and as luck would have it, John was already at the firm
going over the bank records with an auditor. I told her I would be by in a few
minutes and drove off.

While the auditor went over the bank account, John, Emily and I went into the
conference room. I told them everything that happened, and then told them
about the cops showing up after Roger and I had left. John said he'd make a
call to Lt. Bowman.

"I'm going to go back tonight," I said, "and finish what I should have this
afternoon." "Jane," John said, "I couldn't stop you if I wanted, but be
careful. Hopefully Lt. Bowman can make this go away, but we don't know if the
police will be out looking for you." "I'll be careful," I said, and left.

Chapter 93

On my way home, I got a call from Emily. "Dad is still with the auditors, but
wanted me to tell you that he called the lieutenant and the lieutenant said
he'd take care of it, but still, be careful, Jane." "I will," I said and
breathed a sigh of relief.

With this news, instead of going home, I headed for Rogers. I needed to work
off a little 'anxiety energy', I thought. Roger answered the door smelling
fresh and clean from a shower, a towel wrapped around his trim waist. 'Well,
you look good," I said, running a finger down his chest to his navel where I
loosened the towel. "You look good too," Roger said, his flaccid penis
stiffening slightly.

I took hold of his shaft and led him to the bedroom. Roger lay on the bed
while I undressed. Standing at the foot of the bed, I stretched, locking my
fingers, I put my hands behind my head and tightened my abdominals. Then I
used one hand to feel the 'washboard' tightness and hardened muscles. I flexed
my traps and asked Roger, "What do you think, my love?" "Awesome," he replied,
"totally awesome."

I turned so that my back was facing him and with my hands on my waist, I did a
lat spread. "How does that look," I asked over my shoulder. He got off the bed
and came to me, his body touching mine. I could feel his cock against my firm
butt. "How does that look?" he repeated, "You look amazing, Jane," and rubbed
my abs and chest while his erect penis was pressed against my gluts.

"OK," I said, turning around, "I think I better relieve you of that cum before
you burst." We fell onto his bed with me on top. We had fabulous sex that
lasted well into the evening.

As we lay there resting, I told Roger about the cops coming to Bob's. I also
told him about John fixing the situation with Lt. Bowman. He asked what I was
going to do and when I told him, he asked if he could come with me. I thought
about this and said, "Are you sure, Roger, you know I'm going to kill Bob and
Patti." "I know," he said, "they deserve it, I want to be there for you."
"That's sweet," I said, touching his cheek. "OK," I said, "we'll go together,
you can help containing Patti."

We got dressed and as we did, Roger told me that he had started taking the
'supplements' that his Aunt Sheila had sent him. He hadn't noticed any change,
but possibly a little more energy.

Chapter 94

Roger and I drove to my place where I changed. I put on a black Spandex 'cat
suit' that accentuated my muscles, along with my 4-inch stiletto ankle boots.
Running a hand over my body while looking in the mirror, I thought I looked
fantastic.

I was looking forward to seeing Patti and Bob again. Without the funds I knew
they wouldn't fly out to the Bahamas as originally planned. Bob hadn't counted
on being caught so fast before he could leave the country.

Roger drove and we parked a few doors down from the house. The lights were on,
at least upstairs, the downstairs was dark. "I want you to knock on the door.
Patti will answer because of Bob's broken foot," I said, "once she does, I'll
rush her and you shut the door and bolt it behind. Got that?" He nodded and I
said, "All right, let's go."

Once on the porch, I reached in and unscrewed the porch light. Roger knocked
on the door. We waited a couple of minutes when Patti cracked the door open.
Everything went as I had planned. I cupped a hand over Patti's mouth as I
lifted her off the floor, not stopping, but carrying her upstairs.

Roger was right behind me as the three of us burst into the master bedroom.
"No, no, no," Bob said, "get out," and made a grab for his cell phone which
was on the nightstand. I quickly tossed Patti to Roger and reached the phone
first, crushing it in my fist, throwing the parts against the wall.

Bob was propped up on the bed, his back supported by several pillows, a cane
by his nightstand. He had his broken foot in a cast that came to mid-calf. He
was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. I turned and shut the TV off
and stood at the foot of the bed waiting for him to calm down.

Patti seemed to have settled down. She was wearing a man-size T-shirt and a
pair of panties, no bra. Roger still held her around the waist.

"What did the doctor's say about the foot, Bob?" I asked. "Ah, ah, they said
it would heal eventually," he said. I could almost read his mind. He was
wondering if I knew about him calling the police, so I said, "Look, I know you
called the cops as soon as we left this afternoon. That was extremely stupid.
But stealing the company funds wasn't so bright either." "Look, Jane, I didn't
mean to... "he began to say, but I cut him off with a raised hand. "I don't
want to hear any more lies, Bob," I said, "You made your bed, now you have to
lie in it," and began to laugh, then said, "Oh, you are lying in bed." Roger
laughed as well.

I grabbed Bob's soft walking-cast and ripped it off. I twisted his ankle so
that he almost rolled over, but then I felt it snap. He screamed in pain.
Pulling on his other leg, I dragged him to the end of the bed. I took his
crotch in one hand and with the other, grabbed him by the neck. I lifted him
above my head, then turning, slammed his body on the floor. He lay motionless
and silent, his back probably broken. I looked down at him then over at Patti.
There was shock and horror all over her face.

Stepping over Bob, I stood in front of the petite woman and looked down into
her eyes. Without saying a word, I grasped the neckline of the T-shirt she was
wearing and tore it away. I ripped her panties away.

"Worship me," I told her and unzipped my 'cat suit', "I'm going to climax and
you're going to clean my pussy, do you understand?" "Get fucked you Amazon,"
she said defiantly. I looked at her and smiled, then said, "Let's see how that
smart mouth works on my clit, bitch." Roger grabbed a handful of her hair and
forced her to her knees. Roger held her head as I straddled her face and told
her, "You better get that tongue working, bitch, or I'll crush your head with
my rock hard thighs."

She busied herself while I fondled Roger. After 15-minutes, I told Roger, "I'm
going to climax," and stroking him faster, he came at the same time I did.
Pattie slurped as much as she could and I involuntarily clamped down on her
head. When I stepped off of her, she fell to the floor. I zipped up my suit.

I felt for a pulse, but found none. She had my cum on her face and Rogers'
semen in her hair. She was quite a mess. I then I checked on Bob and found he
was barely breathing. Standing over him, I stepped down on his balls and cock,
crushing them beneath my ankle boot. He barely moved, but blood and gore
spread across the carpet.

I moved to his head and taking it in either hand, snapped his neck. "That
should do it," I said to Roger, "what did you think?" "You were magnificent,
Jane," Roger said. "Thanks," I said, "let's make love then get out of here."

We lay on Bob and Patti's bed and made love. When we were done, I lifted Bob
and put him on the bed, and then Roger moved Patti's body beside Bob. Roger
and I got dressed and left. I was glad things worked out the way they did.