Worship Me Part 44
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 179

"Wh-what?" Sgt. Johnson asked. "I asked if you want to fuck, you do know how,
don't you," I said. "Yes," he said blushing, "I know how."

I sat on the bunk and began unlacing my boots. I stood an unbuttoned the
utility pants letting them fall to the floor. I had unbuttoned the third
button on my shirt when I noticed he hadn't moved and certainly hadn't begun
to get undressed.

"What?" I asked, "Are you embarrassed, Johnson?" "Maybe a little," he said,
"but I've never met anyone as forward as you." I laughed out loud. "As forward
as me," I repeated, and shaking my head, finished unbuttoning my shirt. Now
standing there wearing only a T-shirt, I said softly, "Get undressed Johnson,
worship me, make love to my muscles, let me show you what a real woman can
do."

As if he were jolted by electricity, he quickly removed his clothes. His white
body was in stark contrast to my deep all over tan. I smiled as I looked at
his 8-inch cock. 'That will do,' I thought, 'in a pinch.'

I put my hands behind my head and tightened my abs, making each small muscle
group pop. I then brought my arm in front of me and flared my trapezius
muscles. "What do you think, Johnson?" I asked. "You're fantastic," he said,
"I've never seen a bodybuilder up close." "I'm not a bodybuilder," I said,
"I'm a muscle goddess." I sat on the bed and told him, "Come here, Johnson."
He stood in front of me and I flexed my bicep, once, twice and then on the
third flex, I put his erect penis in the crook of my elbow.

He shifted his weight but couldn't pull free. "What's the matter, Johnson, too
strong for you?" I said. I released his cock and stood up. I put one hand
under his butt and one on his back and held him tight against me. The top of
his head came to the bottom of my chin. "You know I could crush you, don't
you," I said. "Pl-please don't hurt me," he pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt
you, but I need for you to get on your knees so that I may come in your
mouth," I said.

He stood there looking at me blankly and I said, "Get on your knees, bitch!" I
put a hand on his shoulder and slowly pushed him down until he was on his
knees. I positioned my clit in front of him and said, "What are you waiting
for, make love to my pussy, you worthless piece of shit." He busied himself
flicking my clit with his tongue and rolling it between his lips. "Stick your
tongue inside me, bitch, I want to feel that tongue go deep," I told him.

I noticed that he was beginning to stroke his shaft, and I grabbed a handful
of his hair and pulled his face away from me. He looked up and I smiled down
at him and said, "Don't even think about pleasuring yourself, if you come
before I tell you, I'm going to kick the shit out of you, do you understand?"
He nodded. "I didn't hear you," I said. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, who," I
said and pulled his head back even further. "Yes, Sergeant Brown," he said and
I released my grip on his hair. "Get back to work," I said, "get that tongue
in there."

I let him tongue me for 10 more minutes then I climaxed in his mouth. He
gagged and I said, "Shit, can't you even handle swallowing? Look at that
floor, you spilt my come, I want you to lick that up." He did.

"All right, weenie-boy," I said sternly, "Get up and stand in front of the
sink." He stood there, watching my reflection behind him in the mirror above
the sink. I stood behind him and reached around his waist and taking his cock
in my right hand, began to masturbate him. He tilted his head back and opened
his mouth emitting a soft moan.

With my left hand, I gently fondled his scrotum. He erupted sending a stream
of cum across the sink and onto the base of the mirror. "That's your reward,"
I whispered in his ear, "for being a good little slut. Now get dressed and get
out of here before I crush your puny little cock." "Yes, Sergeant Brown," he
said, and began to get dressed. I padded off to the shower.

Chapter 180

By the time I was done showering, I put my fatigues back on and went off to
the mess hall to eat. The food was surprisingly good, and my little 'play
time' with Sgt. Johnson gave me an appetite.

I went back to my room and got ready for this evening. Captain Monroe lived
off post, was single, and fancied himself as a ladies' man. I found the house
with no problem; a squat box of a place that had seen better days.

It was 9:00PM and the lights were off inside. I knocked on the door and got no
response. Fortunately for me I didn't hear a dog barking at my tapping on the
door. Walking to the back, the sliding glass door was ajar. 'Almost as if he
was extending a welcome mat for me,' I thought.

Without turning on a light, I went through the house. I found a .45 automatic
in the nightstand drawer. I removed the clip and ejected the round in the
chamber, replacing the gun where I had found it. 'No sense in taking chances,'
I thought. Condoms, a bottle of Viagra and a few girlie magazines filled up
the drawer. I noticed eye-bolts in the ceiling near the foot of the bed. 'This
guy is a real piece of work,' I thought, 'I wonder what he's in to?'

I selected several ties from his closet and placed them near the bed so I
could get to them quickly. Before shutting the closet door, something glinted
in the light coming through the bedroom window. I moved some shirts and pants
aside and found an evening dress, its rhinestones sparkling in the moonlight.
It was a good size and may have fit me. Then I noticed 3-inch heels on the
shelf above the dress and a Styrofoam head with a brunette wig next to the
shoes.

I went through his dresser and found panties, padded bras and pantyhose.
'Obviously Capt. Monroe has a little more to conceal than the rape of two
enlisted women,' I thought.

Chapter 181

The scrape of a key in the lock made me tense, and I stood behind the bedroom
door, waiting. I heard the front door open and close, and the sound of muffled
voices as a deadbolt was thrown, and then two pair of footsteps came toward
me.

Capt. Charles Monroe was 6'-1" with thinning hair, cropped close to the scalp.
He was handsome with a cleft chin. He wore chino pants and a Polo shirt that
showed his flat stomach. Sgt. Erin Williams was well muscled with thin lips
and a perpetual sneer.

Monroe turned on the bedroom light, and went directly to the bathroom. He
stood over the toilet relieving himself. "That's disgusting," Williams said,
"at least you could have shut the door." "What," he said from the bathroom,
"it's not as if you haven't seen anyone piss before." Sgt. Williams was in the
midst of getting undressed.

As Captain Monroe stepped into the bedroom from the bathroom, he saw me as I
pushed the bedroom door shut. "Wh-what, who the fuck are you, and what are you
wearing?" he said. I had on his sequined dress that had been in the closet as
well as the 3-inch stilettos. He stood there just inside the bedroom with his
mouth hanging open.

Sgt. Williams reacted quickly and lunged for my throat without saying a word.
Fortunately, I caught her under the chin with my right hand and lifted her off
the floor. I threw her against the wall where her back and head hit with
enough force to indent the wallboard. She fell to the floor in a seated
position, back propped up by the wall.

Capt. Monroe reached into the nightstand table and brought out the .45. "Hold
it right there, lady," he said, pointing the automatic at my chest, "Who are
you and what are you doing in my house?" I thought about saying something
clever, like, 'I'm your worst nightmare,' or, 'You're the disease and I'm the
cure,' but settled for the truth, "I'm Mistress Jane, captain, and I've come
to teach you a lesson," and I slowly walked toward him.

I hadn't taken two steps when he pulled the trigger on his automatic. The look
on his face was priceless when nothing happened. He was on his third trigger
pull when I took the gun out of his hand and threw it into the bathroom. "You
won't need that," I said, "ever." I reached up and tore his shirt open,
buttons flying. "Get undressed, you cock sucker," I said and waited for him to
obey me. When he stood there, I yelled, "I'm going to tear you in half if you
don't get undressed, now!" This shocked him into action.

I got the shackles from the dresser drawer and connecting them to his wrists
with the straps, I connected the lose end to the eyebolts in the ceiling. He
struggled as I was putting the wrist restraints on, but he was no match for
me.

"Do you like this dress on me," I asked. "Look," he said, "it's not what you
think." That's when I slapped him across the face and his head snapped back.
"Shut up or I'll gag you, you degenerate piece of shit," I said, "I know you
like to dress up like a woman; why else would you have this in your closet?
You even have panties and padded bras in your dresser."

Not only was he red from where I had slapped him, but he was blushing. "Don't
be such a wimp; admit it, you like to dress in women's clothes." "Yes," he
mumbled and I slapped him again. "Yes, who, you piece of crap," I said. "Yes,
Mistress Jane," he said, and I smiled. He remembered my name, 'Good,' I
thought.

I turned to Williams who was still out after impacting the wall. I lifted her
on to the bed and tied her wrists to the headboard and ankles to the
footboard, then returned to stand in front of Monroe. "Your girlfriend here is
in good shape, she's more of a 'man' than you are," I said, "but I'm in far
better shape," and struck a bicep pose. "Wouldn't you agree, captain?" I
asked. "Yes," he said meekly. I smiled and with my tongue, licked my biceps.
"Hmm, they taste good," I said, "Do you want to taste them?" He gave another
meek reply, "Yes, mistress." I smiled once more, and then said, "Maybe later,
if you're a good boy."

I inhaled and expanded my chest. The material along the seams of the dress was
being stretched to the limits. I flared my trapezius muscles and said, "Do you
like that, captain, do you like my muscles." "Yes, Mistress Jane," he said.
"Good, watch," I said and expanded my chest so that the fabric gave way. I
grabbed the dress at the neckline and tore it from my body. I now stood before
him wearing a pair of satin panties and the 3-inch heels that he had had in
his closet.

"Oh, my," he said, as he took in the muscle goddess before him. I looked down
and saw that he was becoming erect. "Well," I said, "look who's standing at
attention," and gave his cock a salute.

"Look at my abs," I said, running a hand over my taught stomach muscles, "I
just love them, don't you," and he just nodded. I ran my hand down across the
flat of the satin panty. "Ooh, I love the feel of satin against my clit," I
said and pressed the fabric against my labia. By now Captain Monroe was
totally erect.

A soft moan came from in back of me and I turned to find Williams coming to.
"Welcome back, Sunshine," I said. She realized she was tied to the bed and
began to struggle against her bindings. "You bitch," she said to me, "I'm
going to beat the shit out of you." I laughed and said, "No, you're not, but
I'll deal with you later, right now, the good captain and I have some
unfinished business." "You cunt," she said, "I'm going to kick your ass." I
looked at Monroe, still hanging from the ceiling and said, "If you'll excuse
me," and stepped out of the panties. I wadded them up and stuffed them in Erin
Williams' mouth.

"There you go, bitch," I said, "enjoy the taste of my clit. When I'm done
here, I'll treat you to the real thing."