Worship Me Part 32
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 112

Rosa came close and kissed my flexed bicep. I grabbed the back of her hair
with my free hand and tilted her head back, running my elongated tongue from
the base of her neck to her full pouty lips. "Your tongue is like magic," Rosa
said, "I tingle with its touch."

I let go of her hair and put both arms around her holding her tight to my
chest. I could almost feel her heart beating next to mine, but before I could
crush her against my steel body, there was a pounding on the door.

"Rosa, Rosa, are you all right," a female voice cried. I looked in to Rosa's
eyes and she yelled, "I'm fine, Teresa, I'm fine." The pounding only stopped
for a minute or so, then Teresa yelled through the door, "Miguel's dead, Rosa,
are you sure you're OK. I'm not leaving until I talk to you."

Rosa looked at me and I let Rosa go from my hold. "The more the merrier," I
said, and with one hand on Rosa's wrist, walked her to the door. Rosa opened
the door and Teresa nearly fell into the entry hall. I slammed the door shut
behind her and through the deadbolt.

Teresa gasped and I recognized her right away. Her hand went instinctively to
the top of her head where a portion of hair was missing. "Well, well," I said,
"if it isn't the rabbit from the beach. How's that bald spot on your head?"
Rosa looked at her gang member questioningly and Teresa said, "This is the
bitch that pulled out my hair. She killed Vanessa and Olivia and took Sophia,
her and her blonde girlfriend." "Is that true, chica," Rosa asked. "All true,"
I said, "your girls tried to steal our purses." Rosa only shrugged.

Teresa, finally able to tear her eyes away from me, noticed the dead man on
the couch. She gasped, again, and looked at Rosa. "Your friend here killed
Juan." "You bitch," Teresa said, "why did you kill my Juan?" I looked at Rosa
and smirked. Rosa looked like she'd rather be someplace else.

"Look, Teresa, I guess I have to tell you the truth," I said, "When I got
here, Rosa and Juan were fucking their brains out. Yes, I hit Juan a couple of
times, but Rosa let him bleed out. That's the truth." Teresa looked from me to
Rosa and back to me. "Really," I said.

Then Teresa made a lunge for Rosa, going for her throat. Rosa was taken off
guard and Teresa's momentum carried them both to the floor. Teresa began
slapping and punching at Rosa. "You whore," she screamed, "you fucked my man,
'puta'; I'm going to kill you!" The naked Rosa now was fighting back, but
mostly trying to defend against Teresa's flying fists.

I reached down and pulled Teresa up by the collar of her flannel shirt. Rosa
scrambled away from Teresa. "Look, Teresa," I said, "as much as I'd love to
just let you kill Rosa, I haven't got all night. At the rate you were going,
all she'd wind up with would be a cut lip or something." Teresa, who was
breathing heavily, said, "That bitch fucked my man!" "Yes," I said, "I know, I
was here, I watched." Then Teresa started to cry.

I looked at Rosa who was starting to get off the floor. "You really are a
piece of work, Rosa," I said, "screwing one of your own gang's boyfriends,
some loyalty." "I can have any man or woman I want," Rosa said, "I'm the
leader of the gang, #La reina!" "The queen," I said, and looked at Teresa,
"and what do you think of your queen," I asked. "She's nothing but a whore,
she's no queen," Teresa said, no longer crying. I laughed.

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"Take off your clothes, Teresa," I said. "Why," she asked. "Because I said
so," I replied. She made no move to unbutton her shirt or her jeans. I took a
step in her direction and she took a step back and began to unbutton her
shirt. I glanced over at Rosa who stood watching, arms across her chest.

Teresa, who had already removed her shoes, stepped out of her jeans. She
weighed about 125-pounds and was perhaps an inch or two taller than Rosa with
bigger tits. The two women looked at each other and Teresa gave Rosa the
finger. "Stupid whore," she said. "Look, I want you two to kiss and make up,"
I said. I didn't care whether they did or not, I just wanted to have some fun.
They both looked at me, and then Teresa looked at the man on the couch. "Kiss
and make up," Teresa said, "She can eat shit and die for all I care."

I smiled at that. I stepped behind Rosa and locked her arms behind her. "OK,
Teresa, go ahead, hit her, beat the crap out of her," I said and Teresa came
at Rosa and gave her a series of punches to the gut. I let Rosa go and she
slumped to the floor. "Feel better," I asked Teresa. "Yeah," she said. Rosa,
just catching her breath said, "Teresa, you have to know that Juan came after
me. He's the one who made the advances, not me." "You lying piece of shit,"
Teresa spat. "No, really," Rosa said, "it started with simple flirting and
then he bought me this bracelet," and she held up her wrist.

Teresa's mouth opened but no words came immediately, then she said, "That's
mine; I thought I had lost it." Rosa glanced from me to Teresa and said, "See,
he told me he bought it for me." "That son of a bitch," Teresa said and turned
and spat in what use to be the face of Juan. A glob of her spit dripped from
his chin. I was getting tired of all this arguing over Juan. The man didn't
have a big enough cock to warrant arguing over.

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I stood in front of Teresa and said, "Juan was a bastard, Teresa, all men
are," and I put my hand on the small of her back and pressed her against me. I
looked her in the eyes and said, "Worship me, Teresa, make love to your
goddess." She began to open her mouth, I didn't know whether to say something
or what, but I took the opportunity to kiss her full on the lips and run my
tongue in her mouth. Her body relaxed and she returned my kiss.

As I embraced Teresa, Rosa ran a hand over my solid but, trying to squeeze my
cheeks. I brought her around in front and placed my meaty thigh between her
legs and she began to hump my quads. The sensation was beginning to turn me on
once more.

Rosa climaxed and I broke my kiss with Teresa. "Clean my thigh, bitch," I
commanded Teresa, and she knelt before me and licked Rosa's juices from my
leg. Meanwhile, Rosa and I began to kiss, her hands exploring my body. I ran a
hand down the small of her back and across her butt.

Teresa, done cleaning Rosa's spunk from my thigh, began to tongue my clit. I
worked a finger into Rosa's vagina, then a second as she began to thrust with
more force. The sensation of Teresa servicing me as I manually fucked Rosa was
making me hotter by the minute. I now had three fingers in Rosa and although I
had her lips pressed to mine, she was making mewing sounds of discomfort, and
I found I couldn't stop even if I had wanted to.

I removed my hand and made a fist and inserted it. Rosa bucked and shuddered
as I began thrusting, slow at first, but increased the tempo. As Rosa
climaxed, I had a strong orgasm, drenching Teresa's face, she hungrily lapped
at my juices. I withdrew my hand and Teresa sucked on each finger. Rosa,
exhausted, collapsed on the couch.

Teresa stood and I looked down at her, pressing her body against mine. I said
softly, "I need to take care of what I came here for, Teresa. "I understand,
Mistress" Teresa said, "and what of me?" "I haven't decided yet, my pet," I
said, "Let's talk after I kill Rosa."

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Rosa was clutching her stomach and curled in a fetal position, eyes tightly
shut. She had a trace of blood on her inner thigh. I scooped her up and held
her close for a moment, then, looking directly into Teresa's eyes, I began to
squeeze Rosa. I pressed her against my chest, feeling her ribcage collapse.
Her crying ceased as her arms snapped and then her spine. I can only imagine
it was as if she had gotten hit by a truck, but without the sudden impact. It
was over in minutes. Breaking my eye contact with Teresa, I tossed Rosa's body
on that of Juan.

"That was magnificent, Mistress, such power," Teresa said as she rubbed her
hands over my chest. "Remember my power, Teresa," I told her, "You will now be
the leader of the 'sisterhood', guide it well." "I will, Mistress," she said.
"Now you must go," I said, "I need to call the police and they'll be all over
this place." She gave me a quick kiss and asked, "Will I see you again?"
"Perhaps," I said, "but don't make me regret letting you go, Teresa." "I
won't, Mistress," she said as she walked out the door.

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I looked around the apartment. I hadn't been wearing panties under my cat
suit, but needed to leave a souvenir for Lt. Bowman. I found a pair of Rosa's
in a drawer along with bundles of cash. I put the cash in a tote bag and sat
it on the table by the door in the entry hall. Back in the bedroom I found an
assortment of sex toys; handcuffs, butt plugs, nipple clips and of course an
assortment of dildo's, two of which were battery operated. Apparently Rosa had
been into self pleasure, although she may have used them on her followers. I
selected the largest that she had and padded back into the living room

The porno movie was still playing in the DVD player. A man and a woman were
engaged in anal sex. I sat on the edge of the couch and began to pleasure
myself with the vibrator. After 15-minutes I erupted with a geyser that shot
nearly to the TV. I soaked the panties and put them, along with the vibrator,
in the nightstand drawer in the bedroom. 'This ritual of me leaving a pair of
panties for Lt. Bowman was fun', I thought.

I dressed, took one last look around the apartment, picked up my tote bag with
the cash and left. The man's body was still lying on the stairway where I had
strangled him.

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Once I was outside, I walked to my car and placed the call to Lt. Bowman.
"Bowman," he said as he answered. "Hello, lieutenant," I said, "Are you ready
for Rosa Ortiz?" "Sure, Jane," he said, "Always good to get a bad one off the
streets." "Your souvenir is in the usual place," I said. "Thank you," he said,
"did you enjoy yourself?" "You mean killing Rosa or soaking my panties for
you?" I asked. "Both," he said.

"Well, I had multiple orgasms as I crushed Rosa to death," I lied, "so, yes, I
enjoyed myself." There was a pause and when he didn't immediately respond, I
said, "Lieutenant, you're not playing with yourself, are you?" and chuckled
into the phone and hung up.

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The following morning, I called Margo Turner's office to make an appointment.
The receptionist informed me that there had been a cancellation and asked if I
could come in that afternoon. I told her I could.

I spent the morning going over who I had terminated. Margo had asked me during
my previous visit and I didn't have an exact number to give her.

I took care dressing for my appointment with Doctor Turner. I selected a tan
suede mini-skirt with cream colored silk blouse. I wore a beige pair of 3-inch
suede ankle boots that, upon inspection in the mirror really accentuated my
calf muscles.

"Good afternoon, Jane," the doctor greeted me as she held the door of her
office for me. "Hello, Margo," I said, taking the seat in front of her desk.
She sat and began looking at a folder on her desk. "So last time you told me
that you work for the LAPD in the form of some sort of contractual work, is
that right," she said. "Yes," I said, "just last night I took out three active
gang members." Margo raised an eyebrow. "So this would be in addition to the
fifteen or sixteen that you already told me you killed?" she asked. "Well," I
said, "I thought about that and as of this moment, I've killed twenty-two."

Margo began to cough and swiveling in her chair, reached behind her to
retrieve a bottle of water. Finally able to speak again, she said, "You've
killed twenty-two?" "Yes," I said, "although I might have lost track of one,
but I think that's an accurate number."

"Alright, Jane," she said, "You've come to me and told me that you've killed
all these people, yet you say you have no remorse, so how is it I can help
you?" "It's just that the more killing I do, the more I seem to enjoy it, the
more I crave it." I said, "It gives me a rush to squeeze the life out of these
criminals and misfits. I almost reach orgasm when I crush their skulls with my
massive thighs or strangle them with one hand. Is that strange, Margo?"

Margo again seemed to choke and took another drink from her water bottle.
"Jane, I'm going to level with you, OK?" she said, "I've never, and I mean
never, in my fifteen years as a psychiatrist, ran across anyone like you, but
I will tell you that serial killers do find a sexual release in their crimes."

"Serial killers" I said, "I'm not a serial killer, Margo." "Ah, but in a sense
you are, Jane," she said, "you have committed multiple murders and you find a
sexual release in doing so." I had never thought of that, but she was right.
She could tell I was lost in thought and said, "You have this desire to
dominate, control and destroy, don't you?" "Yes," I said softly. "You refuse
to be controlled, you love what you are, and demands others respect, no,
worship you." "Yes," I said again softly, "That's all true."

"I want you to begin where you think your story starts, Jane," she said, "I
want to know about Jane the goddess."