Worship Me Part 39
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 151

We rolled into the trucking terminal in Pittsburgh and John parked the rig.
"What now," he asked. "Now I return the load back to the warehouse," I said.
"Sounds good to me," John said, "I'm out of here," and reached for the door
handle on the driver's side.

Before he swung the door open, I said, "Oh, and John, I forgot to ... " And as
he turned back towards me, I grabbed him around the throat with both hands,
crushing his larynx. He grabbed my forearms, but I held him fast. He was dead
in a minute.

I walked to my car and pulled it on the other side of the rig so that any
prying eyes wouldn't see me load John's body into the trunk. I tossed my
backpack on to the backseat, removed the BME bottle, and slipped a pill in my
mouth. I then went inside to find Alan who had originally brought this high
jacking to Harold Raymond's attention.

"Hey, Alan, is Derek here today?" I asked as I spotted Alan on the loading
dock. "No, Jane, he was a no-show for work today," he said and jotted
something on a piece of paper, "but here's his address." "OK, thanks, I'm
going to go have a word with him, by the way, the truck is parked over there,"
I said pointing to the back of the parking lot. "Thanks, I'll see that the
shipment gets off to its original destination," he said. "OK," I said, "take
care," and gave a wave over my shoulder. As I walked back to my car, I felt
the rush of adrenalin that I usually did when I wanted to destroy someone.

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With the help of the car's GPS, I found Derek's house. Derek was the inside
man on the high jacking scheme.

'Might as well try the direct approach', I thought, and grabbing my backpack,
I walked to the front door. I rang the bell and knocked on the door. A car was
parked in the driveway, so 'someone must be home', I thought.

I heard movement inside, then the sound of something hitting the floor and a
soft, "Oh, shit." I walked to the back door and it was open slightly as I
rounded the building, but slammed shut almost immediately. I went to the door
and putting my shoulder to the wood, pushed it in, the lock and door jamb
shattering.

There across the kitchen stood Derek, his back to the counter. He was about
5'-9" with a slight paunch and thinning brown hair. He was wearing a T-shirt
and sweat pants and was barefoot.

"Who are you," he asked, "Get out of here before I call the cops," he said. I
smiled. I walked to the phone on the wall and tore it from its mounting. "I
don't think you're calling anyone, Derek," I said, as it clattered to the
floor.

"To answer your first question, I'm Mistress Jane, Derek," I said as I stood
in front of him, hands on my hips. "Say it, wimp," I commanded. "Mistress
Jane," he said in a whisper. "Good boy," I said, "let's go check out this shit
hole you call home," and I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him behind me. We
went through a dining room into the sparsely furnished living room. A hall way
led to two bedrooms. One was an office/storage room while the other, was
Derek's bedroom.

On the bed was a porn magazine featuring a man chained to a wall being whipped
by a woman wearing nothing but a leather bustier. "I see you have great taste
in literature," I said as I pushed Derek onto the bed. He picked up the
magazine and put it in the drawer in the night stand.

"Take off your clothes," I said, "let's see that cock of yours." He just lay
there. "Now, wimp!" I said. He slid his sweat pants down his legs and kicked
them to the floor. Then he lifted his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on
the sweat pants. His flaccid 6-inch cock lay between his legs. I went to the
closet and found what I was looking for, several ties.

I tied him to the headboard and as I was just finishing up, there was a knock
on the front door. "Expecting company were you?" I asked. "Val, Valerie," he
said. "Girlfriend," I asked. He nodded.

I answered the front door. Valerie as it turned out was a petite blonde with
green eyes. She carried a large tote bag and wore sandals, shorts, a T-shirt
and a surprised look on her face. "Where's Derek," she asked, "Who are you?"
"Derek is tied up at the moment, Valerie," I said, "I'm Mistress Jane," and
held out my hand to shake. She didn't know whether to shake my hand or run
screaming for help, but she chose to shake my hand and I pulled her in the
house.

"Are you a friend of Derek's," she asked as I released her hand. "No, not
exactly," I said, "but we work for the same company." I could see she relaxed
a little thinking that Derek and I were co-workers.

"Have you been dating Derek long," I asked. "Off and on for about six months
now," she said. "And do you have kinky sex?" I asked. Her eyes narrowed and
she said, "What?" "I just asked how kinky your sex is with Derek," I said.
"Look, lady, I don't know who you are, but certainly Derek and my sex life is
no business of yours," she said. I slapped her across the face, not hard but
it reddened her cheek. "I told you, I'm Mistress Jane, and you'll answer my
questions," I said.

Valerie glared at me, but said, "yes, Mistress Jane. Derek and I are in to S
and M." I smiled. "I thought so," I said, "in that case, come on back, Derek
is waiting for you," and I led her down the hall to the bedroom. She followed.

When we entered, Derek said, "I don't know who she is, Valerie, she just
barged in here and tied me up. Honest. Please, make her leave." I thought he
was on the verge of tears and I looked at Valerie who was still trying to
process her boyfriend being tied to the bed naked. I doubt this was the first
time she had seen him tied naked to the bed.

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"Get undressed, Valerie," I said. She stood there. I waited for about ten
seconds then said, "Get undressed now or I'll undress you." Slowly she removed
her T-shirt, shorts, bra and panties. I was pleased to see that she was clean
shaven.

I picked up her tote bag and turned it upside down on the bed. A wallet,
lipstick, nail file and keys fell out along with a short handled
cat-o-nine-tails, strap-on dildo and a pair of faux leather panties as well as
a zebra print thong. "Traveling light I see," I said and chuckled at my own
wit.

I picked up the whip and swung it against the bed. The 'tails' made a nice
'whoosh' as they cut through the air and a solid impact when they hit the
mattress.

"Put on one of the panties," I said and she selected the zebra print thong.
Valerie had a tight body with probably B-cup tits and a trim waist. I put on
the leather pair. They fit snug as I'm a little bigger than Valerie, at least
from the waist down. Above the waist, I flare out with a lot broader
shoulders. Now wearing her panties, she looked at me and said, "you're
magnificent, Mistress Jane." "Thanks, Valerie," I said, "How did you happen to
come by this prick," I said indicating Derek who was still tied to the bed.

"He answered my ad in a magazine when I advertised for a 'slave'. Not
everyone's in to that," she said. "I know, but I convert them," I said and
laughed. "I've never used one of these," I said, picking up the whip again,
"what's the secret?" "No secret, really," Valerie said, "it's all in wrist
action, that and knowing when to move the strike zone to a different part of
the body. In the past, the tails were tipped with broken glass or bits of
stone to inflict maximum damage. As you can see, mine has no tip, so damage to
the 'slave' is minimized."

I looked at Derek and he seemed to be cowering against the headboard. "Show
me," I said, handing Valerie the whip. She moved to the side of the bed and
brought the 'tails' down across Derek's thighs on his right leg. The strips of
leather made a satisfying 'whoosh' as they flew through the air and a 'crack'
upon impact. Strips of red appeared, but the skin wasn't broken. "Nice," I
said, "Mind if I try," and I moved to the other side of the bed as she tossed
me the whip.

I did as she had and I was pleased to see the red stripes on Derek's left
thigh. "Very good, Mistress Jane," Valeria said. "Where else do you whip him,"
I asked. "I use the cat on the front and back of the thighs, the butt and of
course on his back," Valerie said. "You said you 'convert' men, Mistress Jane,
how do you do that," Valerie asked. "Physical strength," I said, "I can make
many men and women reach an orgasm just by flexing my muscles, and I also
break their bones." As soon as I said this, Derek said, "Valerie, honey, don't
let her break anything," then to me, "Please, Mistress Jane, don't break
anything." "He really is a pussy," Valerie said. "A wimp," I said, "but
watch."

I began to flex my biceps, and then did a crab pose, flaring my huge trapezius
muscles. I ran my fingers over my eight-pack abs and darted a finger into my
navel. I was pleased to see that Derek was now semi-erect so I stepped up onto
the bed nearly touching the ceiling with my head and flexed my huge quads. My
fingers played down across the material of my panties, and then tucking them
into the waist band, I peeled them from my body. Derek's penis, now erect,
looked like he was ready so I softly said, "Come for me, Derek, do it now."

Derek did climax and as I turned to Valerie, I saw that her thong was soaked
through. 'Two for two,' I thought. "I see you couldn't resist either," I told
her, and she appeared to blush. "Your muscles hypnotized me," she said. "Come
and make love to your muscle goddess, Valerie," I said, and she came to my
arms. The top of her head was only chest high, so she began to suck my breasts
while her hands roamed my upper body.

Valerie worked her way down my body, kissing my sternum and eventually running
her tongue into my naval. She stopped at my labia and with an expert tongue,
brought me off. She massaged the back of my legs and my calves.

"You're body is like warm granite, Mistress Jane," she said. "Thank you,
Valerie, but now I want to feel your whip," I said, "whip me." Tentatively she
picked up the lash and swung it, the tails impacting my thighs. The sensation
was electrifying. She lashed my thighs, front and back, and then moved up to
my butt and my back. While my skin showed none of the red marks that Derek's
did, the feeling was ecstatic. My senses seemed to be in overdrive.

I picked up the strap on and fastened the straps. "Lie down," I told her and
she lay across the foot of the bed. I positioned the head of the dildo at her
clit and slowly worked it forward. Perhaps I rushed a bit because she cried
out as I penetrated her. Soon we were thrusting in unison however. Glancing to
my right, Derek was erect once more and on the verge of climaxing as Valerie
and I did minutes later.

I collapse on top of Valerie, spent. I withdrew the dildo and said to her, "I
hope you enjoyed that as much as I did." "Oh, I did, Mistress," she said, "I
did." "I need to talk to you, Valerie," I said, "out in the living room."

We padded to the living room, the strap on still attached. I liked the
appearance and found myself stroking the 10-inch rubber shaft.

"Valerie," I said, "I need to take care of Derek." "What do you mean, 'take
care of him'?" she asked. "Kill him," I said, "He was involved in high jacking
one of our trucks from the company. He was the inside man of the heist. I hope
you understand."

She looked saddened, but said, "I guess I do. I'll have to find another
'slave' though." "You shouldn't have a problem there, you're a good
dominatrix," I told her. "Thank you Mistress Jane," she said, "may I watch."
"Certainly, that's your call, but it may get gruesome," I said. "Thanks for
the warning," she said, and we went back to the bedroom.

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"What now," Derek asked, "you're going to let me go, aren't you?" as he pulled
on the bindings holding him to the bed. Rather than answer him, I took his
right foot in my hands and twisted until the ankle snapped.

Derek let out a loud cry of pain, and then began sobbing. "Put those panties
in his mouth," I told Valerie who was standing beside the bed. She did, but
Derek looked at her with pleading eyes.

I untied his left wrist, but took his hand in the palm of mine and crushed it.
I could feel the flanges break. More tears flowed from Derek's eyes. "You know
why I'm doing this don't you Derek?" I asked, then answered, "It's because you
stole from the company. Now you must pay the price for the theft, Derek," and
I hit him in the ribs, breaking several. It was as if he had been hit by a
lightning bolt. The pain was excruciating.

"Valerie, would you like to see if you can break a rib?" I asked as calmly as
if I would have asked her for a tissue. "Oh, yes, Mistress," she said and
balling her small fist hit him with everything she had. The impact, while it
may have bruised Derek, had little impact. "Here, let me show you," I said,
"you must keep the wrist straight, unlike when you use your whip, and follow
through with the punch, don't pull the punch." I hit him a second time,
shattering more bone.

I watched as Derek's eyes seemed to gloss over. He was sliding into shock I
knew. I had to get this over with. I flexed my shoulders, putting my arms
behind my head, and then clasping my hands behind my back. Stretching my
muscles, I looked down at the strap on that I still wore.

"Valerie, I'm going to use this on Derek, do you mind?" I asked. "No,
Mistress," she said. I walked slowly around the bed and untied his other
wrist, and then I rolled him onto his front and with my left arm under his
gut, lifted his hips off the bed. With my right I guided the shaft home. With
one thrust I penetrated. Derek, who was now in shock said nothing and barely
moaned.

Valerie watched with interest and I gauged a certain amount of detachment.
Fifteen minutes past and I had another orgasm and withdrew my 'cock'. Derek
fell to the bed. I checked for a pulse and found none.

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"Mistress Jane, that was amazing," Valerie said, "you dominated Derek with
ease. It was worth losing a 'slave' to see you work." I smiled and said, "It
was little work, my pet," and held her chin lightly between my thumb and
forefinger, "I enjoy making people suffer, inflicting pain and ultimately
killing them. Now I must go, I've a plane to catch." I kissed her on the lips,
probing my tongue deep within her mouth and throat.

"I hope to see you again," Valerie said as I unfastened the strap on and got
dressed. "Perhaps you will," I said, "if I'm ever back here or you get out to
Los Angeles."

As I was walking out the front door, it occurred to me. I still had John's
body in the trunk of my car. Quickly I retrieved the body from the trunk and
carrying it under one arm as I would a roll of carpet, I took the body into
the bedroom.

"Who's that?" Valerie asked as she was getting dressed. "This is one of
Derek's mates from the high jacking," I told her, "I strangled him a couple of
hours ago." Valerie looked at me and I said, "Look, I was sent here to take
care of a problem. I took care of it, alright?" "Yes, Mistress," Valerie said,
"let's take this one's clothes off and put him on the bed with Derek." That
sounded like a good idea, so I stripped John down and we put him on the bed
next to Derek.

I wiped down the bedroom while Valerie collected her items; strap on, panties,
whip, etc. and put the ties I had used for bindings back in the closet. Giving
the bedroom one last glance, we left to go our separate ways.

I gave Valerie a final kiss and we drove off together in opposite directions.

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I checked in the rental car and while waiting for my flight to be announced, I
took another BME pill. I was anxious to get home and had gotten a direct
flight to Los Angeles. Once on the plane, my backpack stowed, I tilted the
seat back and fell asleep before we even cleared the runway.

I dreamt about John, Derek, Valerie, Randy and Jessica. A strange dream in
which all of these people and others I didn't recognize were my army of
slaves. I showed them no mercy and they worshiped me. I was wearing thigh high
leather boots, a leather teddy and carried a long cat-o-nine-tails that I used
with no regard for who I flogged. I was enormous standing nearly ten feet tall
with great slabs of muscles. The world was mine.

The flight attendant had to wake me as we touched down at LAX. With my
backpack slung over my shoulder, I wound through the terminal, travelers
parting before me, heading for my car in the short-term parking lot.

I needed to call Harold Raymond, my boss, at Biomax, but that could wait, I
thought until I showered and slept.