Worship Me - Part 30 By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 105 I didn't tell John anything about Sonny. I thought it best for him to find out through his sources that the man had been killed in a robbery. 'Hopefully the dancer took the money and ran', I thought. I got a call from Judy Kraemer who I had gone to Barbados with. She asked if I wanted to go to the beach. I hadn't been since we got back from the Caribbean, so I quickly agreed. I threw together my things; towels, lotion, back rest and had just changed into my bathing suit when she rang the bell. 'She must have called from her car,' I thought. Everything loaded, we were off. We got to the beach and since it was a weekday, it wasn't too busy. The two of us spread our towels, sat up our back rests and peeled our cove ups off. Judy had on a neon orange thong that looked fantastic on her deep tanned body. "It's too bad we can't soak up the sun topless," she said as she lay down. I was wearing a faux suede string bikini that left little to the imagination as well. "I know what you mean, but it's nice to have a day to ourselves," I said, and settled in next to her on my towel. Judy sat up and untied her top, and lay back down. We made small talk for several minutes when a lifeguard pulled up in his Jeep. "I'm sorry miss, but we don't allow topless sun bathing on the beach," he said. She held her hand above her eyes to shade them then stood up. "You don't like my breasts, officer," she asked. The kid looked like he was no more than twenty, and was clearly embarrassed. "Err, ahh, sure," he stammered, "they're great, but you can't lay here topless." "Would it be better if I lay nearer the lifeguard station," Judy asked. "Ahh, no, that's not what I meant," he said, "Topless sunbathing is not permitted on a public beach." "Well, I and my friend just wanted to get an overall tan," Judy continued, "but if you insist, officer, I'll put my top on." "Thank you," he said, clearly relieved that he had defused the situation. Judy bent and retrieved her top and said, "But officer, could you help me and tie it in back?" "Sure," he said and as he was about to tie the strings, Judy turned so that his hands were on her tits. He stood there a moment, perhaps taking in the sight of Judy's gorgeous breasts or perhaps trying to comprehend how his hands got on them, but Judy broke the spell by saying, "Oh, my, officer, what are you doing?" The lifeguard, now clearly flustered, dropped her bikini top and started back to his vehicle. As he walked, he said over his shoulder, "Put your top on. I'll be back to check on you, so keep your top on," and he drove off. Judy looked down at me and I looked at her and we laughed out loud. She bent picked up her top and put it on. "Do you think he went to his station to jack off?" Judy asked. "I wouldn't be surprised," I said, "You gave him an eye full as well as a handful," and chuckled at my own joke. Chapter 106 I was lying on my stomach with my top undone when the four girls approached. "Excuse me, could you ladies spare a couple bucks?" the one wearing black jeans and a flannel shirt asked. I had seen the four walking toward us from the parking lot. They looked like gang-bangers, their hair dirty and uncombed, one with blue hair, one bright red with orange highlights. All were wearing jeans and shirts, belts and bracelets with metal studs. "No, sorry, can't help you out," Judy said, looking just above the rim of her Oakley sunglasses. My body tensed. 'Flannel shirt' said, "Ahh, come on, just a couple bucks," and began to inch her way onto the towels. "I said no," Judy said, "Now back off or I'll call the cops," and she picked up her purse to retrieve her cell phone. I knew the purse is what these four were after, and 'flannel shirt' stepped on Judy's towel and tried to grab the purse from Judy's hands. At the same time, the one with red/orange hair bent to grab my beach bag. I quickly rolled, and hit the teen on the side of her head with a fist. She went down in a heap, and I quickly got to my feet. The other two came at me while Judy remained in a tug o' war with 'flannel shirt' over her bag. Then I noticed that one of the teens had pulled a knife. I side stepped her lung and as she stabbed at the air, grabbed her by her hair and literally threw her about twenty feet. She let out a scream as some of her scalp remained on the hair in my hand. Now I stood to my full height and the other girl who had come after me was having second thoughts about being so 'macho'. "What's the matter, bitch," I said, "scared?" "Get her bag, Vanessa," the girl yelled who was tugging on Judy's bag. "Yeah, Vanessa," I taunted, "come and get the bag," and dropped it on the towel. Vanessa dove for the bag and I kicked her in the ribs. She collapsed without ever laying a hand on the bag. I looked at the girl I had thrown in the sand and she turned and ran towards the parking lot, holding her head as she went. I walked over to 'flannel shirt' and picked her up from behind and gently squeezed her. "Let go of the bag, kid," I said, "or I snap your ribs." She let go of the bag so quick I thought Judy would fall over backwards. "Hey, let go of me, bitch," the teen yelled as she struggled to free herself. "What do you want me to do with this one," I asked Judy. Judy, who was dusting sand off her legs said, "I think we need to teach these three hoodlums a lesson, don't you, Jane?" "Not a problem," I said and grabbing one the girls flailing arms, bent it in back of her and held it high behind her back. I bent and whispered in her ear, "I'm going to dislocate your shoulder now," and with a quick upward motion, did just that. She yelled at the top of her lungs, but still there was no one near enough to hear. Judy said, "That was amazing, Jane, you did that so effortlessly." "It doesn't take much and it's pretty painful, I understand, isn't that true, bitch?" I asked the girl. If looks could kill, I'd be dead, but she said, "Fuck off, lard ass." 'Lard ass,' I thought, and my hand instinctively went to my butt, 'my ass isn't that big, is it?' I doubled up my right hand and gave her a jab to the ribs. She doubled over trying to catch her breath. I took her arm that I had dislocated and said to Judy, "I'm going to break her wrist now," and the girl began trying to break free when she heard that, and I interlocked our fingers and bent her wrist back until it snapped. I looked at Judy and she stood with her mouth open. I smiled at her and she closed her mouth and smiled back. "I think you like doing that, Jane," Judy said. "I can't tell you how much I enjoy destroying worthless pieces of shit," I said, and flexed my triceps for the teen to see my awesome muscularity. "Have you ever seen someone as muscled as I am, bitch," I asked. "You're a freak, bitch, you need to be in a cage," she said. I just smiled and, looking at Judy, "I'm going to break her ankle now," and let go of her hand, pushed her to the sand. I grabbed her leg and taking her foot in both hands, planted my barefoot in her crotch so she couldn't roll, and twisted her foot. It snapped and again she cried out in pain, followed by loud sobs. "That will never heal properly," I said, but I knew it didn't matter. I was done with this one and still had two more to go. I smiled to myself as I snapped her neck. Judy put a hand to her mouth. "Jane, hey, wait a minute, you just killed that girl," Judy said. "Yeah, well, they fucked with the wrong women, don't you think," I replied as I advanced on Vanessa who was just beginning to stir. I grabbed a handful of hair and tilted her head back, looking down into frightened eyes. I smiled and with my free hand untied the sides of my string bikini. "Come to mama," I said as I mounted her face. Now with both hands intertwined in her hair I thrust my pelvis forward and jammed her mouth against my clit. "Tongue me, bitch," I hissed and soon came with a ferocity that I had never experienced. "Jane," Judy said, "please, come on, let's get out of here." Her voice seemed far away as I pulled the young woman's face away from my throbbing vagina. If Vanessa was alive, it wasn't by much. I placed her head between my hungry thighs and glancing over my shoulder at Judy who stood transfixed, still with her hand to her mouth, said, "Watch this, Judy, I'm going to crack her skull like a hardboiled egg." I continued to apply pressure to my meaty thighs until I sensed (or did I hear) the cracking of bone. I let the body drop and glanced at the first girl that I had knocked out. She still lay there, but was starting to come around. Judy came to me and stood in front of me. "Jane," she said, putting her hands on my chest, "come on, let's go home. I need you to make love to me. You don't have to kill this one," indicating the girl who was struggling to get to her hands and knees. She was massaging my nipples with her thumbs and forefingers. It felt marvelous. "No," I said, "I don't have to kill her, but I want to, besides, she'll identify me if I don't." Judy was looking around to see if anyone was watching. "Look," she said, "let's get out of here, Jane. We can take her with us, we'll go to my house, Simon is out of town." "OK," I said, a little disappointed as I was pretty amped to work the girl over but I couldn't wait to make love to Judy. Picking up my bikini, I used the top to tie the girl's hands behind her and the bottom as a gag. We gathered our gear and I wrapped one of the towels around my waist in a sort of sarong, and marched the still dazed girl to the car. Chapter 107 As we drove, I knew I had been out of control, killing two of the four gang-bangers, but I had been unable to help myself, unable to stop. 'I was like a runaway locomotive,' I thought, 'once put in motion it was difficult to stop. Maybe I need some help.' We drove to Judy's and the place was deserted. She parked close to the garage, pressed the door opener, and we walked in, me carrying the girl under one arm. Judy pushed the button by the entry to the house and the garage door rolled shut. I dropped the girl on the floor and Judy and I came together. She ran her hands over my chest and arms, then put her lips to my nipples and teased them with her tongue. I untied her top and tossed it aside, then slid the bottom of her bikini down her legs, giving her clit a playful kiss and flick of my tongue. I lifted her to sit on one of the cabinets and proceeded to perform cunnilingus on her, my extra long tongue a human dildo. Her moans and sighs escalated into a crescendo of pants and moans and finally she screamed, "Oh, Jane, yes, yes, yes!", and then she exploded. She sighed heavily and said, "Thank you, I needed that. You were marvelous." I smiled and gave her a kiss, sharing a droplet of her own juice with her. "I needed that too," I said. "Judy, do you think I need to see a shrink or a therapist," I asked, "when I get excited, when I get 'amped' and start destroying people, it's like some force within me takes over and I can't stop." Judy looked at me a long time, and then said, "I'd be lying if I told you that what I witnessed on that beach was just a 'beat down' of a couple of girls that had it coming, but you destroyed them, honey. Perhaps you do need to see someone if you feel you get out of control. It couldn't hurt. I'll give you the name of my therapist, maybe she'll help." "What should I do with this one," I asked. "Let's see what she has to say for herself," Judy said. I straddled the young woman and ripped away the flannel shirt, jeans, bra and panties. Her thin body was tattooed with the number '13' on her left shoulder, a rose on the exterior of her right calf, a skull with the words, 'viva la hermandad' beneath it and the name 'Sophia' on her right shoulder. "Is that you," I asked, "Sophia?" She nodded. I took her gag off and asked, "What does that mean?" pointing to the 'viva la hermandad' tattooed across her lower abdomen. "It means roughly, 'long live the sisterhood'," Sophia said. Judy stood next to me, her arm around my waist, her other hand on her hip. Sophia was still lying on the garage floor. "Judy, hand me that wrench," I said and pointed to a wrench about a foot long on the cabinet Judy had been sitting on. I took it and bent it in half as if it were made from clay. I let it clatter to the floor next to Sophia. "I could snap you in two, Sophia," I said, "but for now, make love to your muscle goddess." She got to her knees and busied herself pleasuring me, while I turned and kissed Judy, feeling her amazing breasts against my skin. Judy ran a hand over my rock solid abs and the other over my ass, my, 'what did that bitch call it,' my lard ass. I chuckled to myself as I climaxed, in Sophia's mouth. To Sophia's credit, she took as much as she could. I untied her hands and she immediately stroked my muscles and ran a hand over Judy's breasts. "Judy," I said, "have you ever given any thought to having a live in housekeeper?" Judy looked from me to Sophia and smiled. "What do you think, Sophia, would you like to work for me?" "Yes, ma'am," Sophia said. "But remember, Sophia," I said, "if you get out of line, you'll have to deal with me." "Yes, mistress, I understand," and bowed her head slightly. I lifted her chin and said, "Welcome to your new family," and gave her a kiss, slipping my tongue to the back of her throat. She gagged briefly, as I pulled it out. "Come," Judy said, "I'll show you to your room," and led Sophia into the house. I bent and picked up the wrench I had dropped and straightened it out. 'I hope this works out for Judy,' I thought, 'if it doesn't, I'll deal with Sophia. Now I've got to think about getting some help to keep my emotions in check.' I went in the house to get the name and number for Judy's therapist.