Worship MePart 35
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 130

The next day, I went back uptown to the antique shop. I entered through the
back door and as I had hoped, the shop was empty. I heard voices coming from
the back room but I couldn't make out what was being said. I locked the front
door and turned the sign around to read 'CLOSED'.

I slipped off my sandals and padded to the door to the back room and peered
around the door jamb. "Don't ever stack the merchandise this high again," a
man's voice was saying, "I've told you time and time again, this is fragile
stuff. People won't pay for broken glassware, Kelly, and quit that sniveling,"
he yelled. He raised a hand as if to slap her and I quickly grabbed him from
behind.

"What the hell," he said as he spun around to look at me, "who are you." "I'm
Kelly's fairy godmother, asshole, that's who I am," and with my free hand,
slapped him across the face, not hard enough to break anything, at least not
for now, but it caught him off guard. Ken, also about 6'-0" tall, tried to
pull free, but there was no way he could break free of my grip. "Kelly," I
said, "get that twine and tie his hands behind his back," and I sat Ken in a
straight back chair.

Once Kelly had him secured to the chair, I told Kelly, "I called Barbie and
she said Ken gave her a hundred bucks for her panties and she did a lap dance
for him." Kelly looked at Ken, "Is that true, Ken?" she asked. "Yeah, so
what," he said, "it was just entertainment." "And what about the part where
you came in your pants, Ken," I asked, "was that just entertainment too?"
"Wh-what," Kelly said, "He came in his pants?" "That's what Barbie told me," I
said. "What should I do, Jane," Kelly asked.

"First, I think Ken needs to see how it is to treat his woman, and then we'll
talk about what happens to Ken," I said, "now let's start where we left off.
Take your clothes off," I told Kelly and she began undoing buttons while I got
undressed.

"What the hell are you two doing," Ken said, "Kelly, you don't have to do
this; you know I love you. Barbie didn't mean anything, it was just that I ...
" His talking was reduced to a mumble as I jammed Kelly's panties into Ken's
mouth. "There," I said, "that should keep him quiet for a while. I hate it
when a man runs off at the mouth."

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Kelly and I came together, our breasts touching. I parted her lips with my
tongue and ran its tip around the inside of her mouth. We parted and I kissed
her neck while I played one hand over her bare butt and the other hand over
her right breast, her nipple stiffening.

I let go of her breast and flexed my bicep and without asking, she kissed it.
I glanced at Ken and his eyes were riveted to both of us, a bulge visible at
his crotch. Releasing her butt, I flexed my other arm and she kissed that
bicep, and then began working her way down across my chest to the bottom of my
sternum and to the navel. She knelt before me and kissed her way to my clit,
darting her tongue along my labia.

Watching Ken while Kelly was busy pleasuring me, I flexed my traps, making
them flare. His eyes widened. I ran a hand over my taut abs and striated
chest, pinching my nipples, then once more struck a double bicep pose for the
tethered Ken and touched my huge muscles with the tip of my tongue.

Ken's erection was straining against his pants. I whispered, "Come for me,
Ken, come," and I climaxed sending a spray of my come over Kelly's face. A
dark, damp spot spread across Ken's crotch.

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"Thank you," I said to Kelly, "you're marvelous," then looking at Ken again,
"don't you think so, Ken." He didn't acknowledge my question, so I put the toe
of my boot under the front of the chair and lifted it up, sending Ken over
backwards. He hit his head on the floor as the chair landed with a smack and I
was sure he saw stars.

"You really are pathetic, Ken," I said as I stood looking down at him, my
hands on my hips. "Let's hear what you have to say for yourself," and bent and
took Kelly's panties out of his mouth. "You bitch, you'll pay for this," Ken
said, "I'm going to sue your ass when I get out of this." He didn't look as if
he could free himself from being bound. "Oh, in that case then here, let me
help you," I said and untied his bindings. I reached down and offered him my
hand to help him up. He pushed it away and rolled to his side and got to his
knees, then stood up.

He went to the desk and picked up the handset of the telephone. "Whoa," I
said, "Who are you calling," I asked. "I'm calling the police, they'll arrest
you, you psycho bitch." "Put down the phone, Ken," Kelly said. "Humph," Ken
snorted, and under his breath said, "you worthless bitch," and began pushing
buttons on the phone. That's when Kelly grabbed the handset from Ken and
slammed it down on his hand. "I said put the phone down you bastard," Kelly
said.

I was pleased to see Kelly being assertive. She had been abused for far too
long. Ken, his throbbing hand from where Kelly had hit him, all but forgotten
grabbed her arm and squeezed. "Ow, you bastard, you're hurting me," Kelly
said.

I grabbed Ken's bicep just as he had Kelly's and squeezed, snapping the arm
just above the elbow. Ken roared with pain. "Aw, what's the matter Kenny,
can't even take what you dish out," I asked. I let go and he cradled his
broken arm. A new bruise was already visible on Kelly's upper arm. "OK, Kel,"
I said, "decision time. What do you want me to do with this asshole?" She was
rubbing her latest bruise and I said, "you know he'll never change," and she
gave a sigh. "I know," she said, "you can do with him what you want."

I grinned and gave Kelly a kiss on the cheek. "You may want to go while I take
care of business, Kelly," I said. "No, I'll stay," she said, "You let me make
the decision." "Suit yourself, Kel," I said.

I stood in front of Ken and with a short right jab to his ribs, broke several.
I followed that with a left to his gut. He quickly forgot about his broken arm
and concentrated on getting air back into his lungs. I didn't give him time as
I straddled his head, holding it fast between my rock-like thighs. I applied a
little pressure and looked at Kelly to see how she was handling me beating the
crap out of her husband. She stood with on hand on her hip and the other to
her mouth. "I could break his skull," I told her, "with just my thighs, but I
want to ride his face." I was getting lost in my desire to dominate, destroy
and pleasure myself.

I released my hold on his head and he slumped to the floor on his hands and
knees. "Up we go, Kenny," I said and with a handful of his hair, I tilted him
back and placed my clit over his mouth. "Come on big boy, lick my clit," I
commanded as I ground my pelvis into his face. After only ten minutes, I
climaxed again, drenching what was left of Ken's face. "Ahh," I said,
"excellent."

Ken's lifeless body dropped to the floor. His face a bloody mess with his
nose, cheeks and jaw shattered. "Unbelievable," Kelly said softly, "simply
unbelievable." "I'm sorry you had to witness that," I said, "I get carried
away sometimes." "No, not that," Kelly said, "it's just that I can't believe
the ease with which you destroyed Ken, that you did it so quickly." "He
deserved it, Kelly, he really did and you'll be better off without him," I
said, "trust me."

I loaded Ken's body in the back of Kelly's box truck. She said she would
dispose of the body and call the cops. She gave me a passionate kiss on the
lips and said, "I'll see you again, won't I?" "Yes," I said, "I'll be back,"
not bothering to say it the way Arnold Schwarzenegger would have said it.

Chapter 133

I called Roger on the way home. I hadn't seen him in a while and I wanted to
know what he thought of the picture I had left for him.

When he answered the door I couldn't believe my eyes. Even though he had on a
T-shirt I could tell his body was ripped. A 'V' shaped body with broad
shoulders and large biceps, and his quads had exploded. I must have been
standing there with my mouth open because he said, "Do you like it, Jane," and
flexed causing his traps to erupt. His T-shirt ripped and I removed the
remaining fabric and ran my hand over his chest.

"Oh, yeah, Roger," I said, "I like." I couldn't' get his shorts off of him
quick enough, and when he stepped out of them, my breath caught. He was still
only semi-erect, but his cock was an amazing 14-inches. "You better not wear
shorts out in public, Roger, you'll have the girls following you down the
street," I said and began to gently stroke him.

He removed my clothes while we were still there by his front door and he
scooped me in his arms and headed for the bedroom. Our love making was both
intense and yet passionate, hard at times and soft. We made love well into the
night having achieved multiple orgasms. By one or two o'clock, we were spent
and slept in each other's arms.

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"Good morning, Jane," Roger said, waking me with a kiss to my lips. I smiled
and through an arm around his neck. "Hey, be careful," he said jokingly, "do
you want to break my neck?" I laughed and said, "Don't be a pussy, darling,
it's not your neck that I'll break," as I grabbed his penis. "Now that would
be your loss, wouldn't it," he said as I played with it and he moved on top of
me.

Once our morning love session was done, I said, "So what did you think of the
picture I left for you?" "That was an early shot of Aunt Sheila and Uncle
Chuck," Roger said, "I remember my mom telling me about the two of them. They
were quite the item there on Maui, I guess."

"Oh, I almost forgot," Roger said and bounded off the bed, returning a minute
later with a box, "This came for you." I knew instantly who the box was from.
I unwrapped it and opened it to find several bottles of Sheila's 'supplement'
pills and a note. I read the note out loud to Roger, it said, 'It's time to
pass along 'the gift' now that you have met your new prot'g'. Instruct her
well. Teach her not to squander her power and take only those that need
taking. These supplements will get her started.'

"She must mean Kelly," I said. "Who?" he asked. "Your Aunt Sheila," I said,
"this box, the note, the pills, they're from her. She must mean that I should
mentor Kelly to be the new Amazon." "Jane," Roger said, "Sheila has been gone
a long time, there's no way these came from her, and who is Kelly?"

I told him about Kelly, finding the picture in her antique shop, her abusive
husband and suffocating him while she watched. "She sounds like a pretty
strong woman if she stood there and watched you kill her husband," Roger said,
"abuse or no abuse." "Yes, yes she is, in fact," I said, "I think she enjoyed
watching me destroy the bastard. She was impressed with the speed with which I
killed him."

I filled Roger in on Biomax and how I was going to be the company 'special
security unit' and I told him about seeing Dr. Turner and her watching me kill
a potential mugger.

"You've had quite a busy week or so," Roger said, as he began to massage my
muscles. I lay there with my eyes closed loving the feel of his strong hands
kneading my muscles. "It's been hectic to say the least," I said, "but don't
stop, this massage is wonderful." "You're wonderful," Roger said and we again
made love, slow, passionate love.