Worship Me Part 38
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 146

John lay on his back on the bed looking up at me. Standing at the foot of the
bed, I stretched and flexed. My muscles jumped and responded as if they had a
mind of their own. I lightly ran my fingertips over my tan, hard body.

"Stand up, John," I said, and he did. "Hit me," I said, "punch me in the
stomach as hard as you can, John." He hesitated and I could read his mind. "Do
it, John, do it now!" I said. He hit me with all he had. 'Smack', was the
sound of the blow to my abs. "Again!" I said, and he hit me again, this time
with his other fist. I chuckled as he then hit me with a series of four other
body shots. "I can barely feel those, John; do you want me to hit you in the
gut so you can see what a woman with muscles can deliver?" I asked. "No way,
Jane," he said quickly, and I pushed him down on the bed again. "Whimp," I
said, "let's see if you can screw better than you can deliver a punch."

"You're gorgeous, Jane," John said as I mounted him. He began rubbing my
chest, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

I guided his erect member to my waiting vagina and sat on his pelvis. My
muscles clamped down on his shaft and I noticed he winced. "What the hell,
Jane," he said and I laughed. "I'm sorry," I told him, "sometimes my pussy
doesn't know its own strength," and I willed it too loosen up a bit as I began
to massage his penis with my muscles.

"Ohh, Jane," he said softly as I worked his shaft. "Feels good, doesn't it,
John?" I asked, then told him, "but don't come until I'm ready or I'll have to
discipline you," and I playfully pinched his nipples.

He held off for fifteen minutes, but climaxed without me having given him
permission. "Oh, poor little John," I said, "Couldn't wait. You just had to
think of yourself, didn't you bitch," my voice rising. "But, I just couldn't
help myself," he said. "I just couldn't help myself," I said, mocking him.

I changed position, bringing my pussy directly over his face. "Since you put
that load of cum in me, John, I want you to get your tongue busy and get it
out, and you better not spill a drop," I said. I lowered my clit to his
waiting lips.

"That's a good boy, Johnny," I said as he went to work on my clit, "get it
all." I reached forward and took his penis in my hand and began to stroke the
flaccid member. I kept time with his tongue strokes and soon I was nearing my
own orgasm. "Don't stop, Johnny," I said, "I'm going to come and I want you to
take all of me." I erupted and he drank in my juices and as he finished he
came once more, semen shooting into the air.

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John fell asleep almost instantly. I slipped my skirt and blouse on and left
the room. I opened the back of the semi. Taking a case of the Biomax Muscle
Enhancement (BME), I walked back to the room.

I wanted to see what this cargo was that was worth a quarter of a million
bucks. Removing one of the bottles from the case, I unscrewed the cap and
looked at the pill. It looked similar to those that Sheila had given me. I put
it on the tip of my tongue and swallowed.

I sat the open bottle of BME on the nightstand, and folding the flaps on the
rest of the case, stood on the bed and slid a ceiling tile back. I put the
case of pills in the drop ceiling. Next, I sat at the desk and wrote a letter
to Kelly. The motel we were at had stationary with their logo and address
across it and envelopes. 'Old school,' I thought, 'but this is Etna, Ohio.'

I walked the letter to the office and as luck would have it, there was a stamp
machine next to a rack full of post cards. I put a stamp on the envelope and
dropped it in the lobby mail box.

No attendant was in the lobby and I didn't see anyone until I was almost back
to the room. Then a movement caught my eye. A woman, a girl really, was
standing in the shadow of the roof overhang near the highway that fronted the
motel.

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"Hey," I said as I passed by her. "Hey yourself," she replied, "looking for
some company?" I stopped in my tracks. "What," I asked. "I said, are you
looking for company for a little while," she said. "How much," I asked.
"Twenty will get you an hour of whatever you want," she said.

"How old are you?" I asked. "Nineteen," she said, "You're big." I smiled to
myself. "Yeah," I replied, "I get that a lot. OK, do you have a room here?"
"Yeah," she said, "it's the corner unit. I just need to run my old man out of
there."

She disappeared into the room and the 'old man' that emerged was the motel
manager. We eyed each other as he walked back to the motel lobby. I knocked on
the door and the girl opened it.

She was wearing a pair of cutoff denim shorts and a halter top. She was
barefoot and stood maybe an inch over five feet tall. "So, what's it going to
be," she asked, "do you want me to go down on you, go down on me, a little 69
action or what? I don't do anything kinky." I smiled at her. "What about
letting me beat the crap out of you?" I asked just to see what reaction I'd
get. Her mouth dropped open and she said, "No way, lady, but you could beat
the crap out of that old man of mine. He's laid a fist on me a time or two."

"I wasn't serious about beating you, but I'd be more than happy to work your
husband over, especially if he beats up on you," I said. "He's not my husband,
he's my pimp, but yeah, I'd like for you to tune him up," she said, "I'm
Jessica," and she reached out to shake my hand. My hand enveloped hers and I
said, "I'm Jane."

She picked up the phone and dialed 'O'. "Randy, this woman wants to give me a
check," she said, "can you come tell her that we don't take checks." She
listened a minute longer, then hung up. "He'll be right over," she said.

He walked right in and stood ramrod straight in front of me. "Listen, we take
only cash when it comes to Jessie's services," he said, "we're not a bank ya'
know."

Without saying anything I reached out and grabbed him by his scrawny neck,
lifting him off the ground. His hands went around my forearms. "Look, asshole,
Jessica tells me you been hitting her," I told him, "I'm going to teach you a
lesson. Repeat after me, 'I will never raise a hand to Jessica again,' now say
it." He tried to say it, but with me holding him off the ground by the throat,
his voice was a whisper.

I released my grip and he fell to the floor. When he came up he had a knife in
his hand. I took a quick look at Jessica and she just shook her head. He
lunged at me with the knife held out in front of him. On the second lunge, I
side stepped and broke his forearm with an open handed karate chop. He yelled
and the knife skidded across the carpet.

Cradling his broken forearm, I drove a right into his ribs breaking several. I
turned in time to see Jessica with the discarded knife in her hand coming in
my direction. Timing my kick perfectly, I kicked her extended arm, breaking
her forearm. She let out a scream that I was sure would have brought the whole
motel to the door.

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Now with Jessica and Randy on the floor with broken arms, I went to the
dresser and got a couple of pairs of panties. I stuffed one in her mouth and
one in his to keep them quiet.

I picked up Jessica and sat her on the bed, back against the headboard. "I
don't want you to miss any of this Jessica," I said. Then I once again removed
my blouse and skirt, setting them aside. "I like to work naked," I said, "but
so do you," and pulled off her shorts and ripped her halter off of her. "There
now isn't that more comfortable?" I said.

Next, I stripped Randy's clothes off while all the while he tried to swat my
hands away with his one good arm. "Calm down, Randy," I said, "all of this
thrashing about won't change a thing. I'm going to kill you and enjoy myself
while I do it." I grabbed Randy by the bicep and brought him to his feet,
then, holding him with my left arm around his chest, I turned him to face
Jessica on the bed. "Take a good look, Jess," I said, then I squeezed with my
arm around him and I felt his ribs crack.

I grabbed his cock with my right hand and pulled it towards Jess. Skin
stretched and his body bowed away from me, but as I suspected, the muscle and
tissue finally gave way to superior strength as I literally pulled his penis
off. Blood began to spurt on the bedspread, and then soon it subsided to a
trickle. "Did you like that, Jessica?" I asked as I tossed Randy's cock
between her legs.

Jess was looking pale. "Hang in there, Jess," I said, "not much longer now." I
sat on the edge of the bed so that the girl could see me and placed Randy's
head between my thighs, the back of his head against my clit. "Watch what I
can do with these massive thighs of mine, Jess. I'm going to crush your man's
head with my legs." I crossed my ankles and arched my back. I felt, rather
than heard his head snap.

Reversing my position and holding Randy's head by his hair, I straddled his
face. "I'm going to 'face fuck' him now Jess," I told her and ground my clit
into his nose, reducing his face to a red mass of gore. I let his body drop to
the floor. I was amped now.

"Your turn, Jess, I want you to get all this blood and gore off my pussy," I
said and pulled the panties from her mouth, "Now get to work, bitch." At first
she refused, but I kept rubbing her face in the blood. "Clean my pussy, Jess,
clean it and live or resist and you die," I said. It took a second or two for
her to process that, but soon she was lapping like a puppy. "Ahh," I said,
"That feels good, Jess, keep it up. You know I was trying to help you out
there. I was just going to rough up Randy, but look what you made me do. I had
to kill him."

I held her face against me as I climaxed, squirting my come into her mouth.
She could barely take it in fast enough and began to gag as I released her
head. Before she was done coughing, I jammed the panties back in her mouth.

I picked her off the bed and holding her against my chest; I took a wrist in
each hand and pulled, dislocating her shoulders. "I know that hurts like hell,
doesn't it, Jess?" I asked and tears were running down her face. "Now, now," I
said, patting her head, "there's nothing to cry about." I looked down at her
small body, now with the dislocated shoulders. 'I can't leave here with you
alive, little one,' I thought, 'I'll make it quick for you,' and reached down
and snapped her neck.

I put both bodies on the bed, then showered in their bathroom being careful to
wipe everything down that I had touched. I looked through the dresser drawers
and found a small amount of drugs and about $2,000 in cash. I took the cash
but left the drugs, tossing them next to the bodies. Perhaps the authorities
will suspect a drug deal gone bad, although Randy with his ripped off cock,
'might be a little hard to swallow', and chuckled at my own humor. I threw the
towel across the bodies, got dressed and left.

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When I went back to the room, John was still sleeping. I stowed the cash I had
taken in my backpack and laid on the bed and soon dozed off.

John and I seemed to stir at the same time. I looked out the window and saw
several police cruisers parked next to Jessica and Randy's room.

As John and I headed for the truck a sheriff's deputy stopped us and
questioned us briefly about the double homicide. John looked at me
questioningly, although the deputy didn't notice. I told the officer that we
hadn't heard anything during the night, but that I was sorry to hear that the
couple was dead.

He thanked us and we were on our way back to Pittsburgh.