Worship Me Part 45
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



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Chapter 182

"Now, where was I before this bitch interrupted," I asked Captain Monroe. He
didn't say anything, but I said, "Oh, I was going to show you what a real
muscle goddess can do. And you might want to pay attention too, sergeant, I
think you'll appreciate this."

I took the spindled footboard post from the bed and tore it loose from the
frame. The bed now listed toward Williams' left foot. Holding the length of
wood in each hand, I snapped it as if it were a match stick. I tossed the
bottom end into the corner of the room. Now holding the remaining piece of
post, I positioned it at the lips of my vagina and slowly inserted it. Captain
Monroe, unable to control himself, came, sending semen shooting nearly to the
bed. "Couldn't control yourself, Monroe," I asked. "No, mistress," he replied.
"I'll show you control," and I let go of what was left of the bed post and
with only my vaginal muscles, ran the post in and out, masturbating. My
breathing quickened as I came.

I turned and looked at Williams on the bed who laid there, eyes wide. I
withdrew the wood phalanx, my come still dripping from the shaft, and said,
"OK, tough girl, your turn," and positioning it at her labia, parted the lips
and gently pushed. She screamed through her gag. "Not so tough after all," I
said as she nearly passed out. I continued to thrust, in and out, quickening
the pace. "Atta girl," I said, as she passed out. I withdrew the wooden dildo
and a fine trickle of blood followed it. "Wimp," I said.

I moved behind Captain Monroe and wrapped my arms around his waist. With his
arms outstretched above his head and securely fastened to the ceiling, I had
freedom to do what I pleased with his body. I squeezed, feeling his fragile
bones beneath my muscled arms. Reaching down with my right hand, I took his
cock in my palm and began to stroke him. "Ahh," he moaned softly and I
increased the pace of my strokes. Soon he came again.

Squeezing harder with my arms, he cried out in pain as I snapped several ribs.
"There, there," I said, "I'll be done soon." I pulled on his still semi-erect
penis. He screamed at the top of his lungs as I crushed his gonads in my palm
while literally tearing his penis from his body. Tendons, tissue and blood
vessels were separated as I held his body against mine with my left arm and
pulled outward with my right hand. Blood ran from the open wound. Captain
Monroe drifted into shock and passed out. I stood there a moment, his penis in
my hand.

I opened Captain Monroe's mouth with one bloody finger and inserted his penis
into his mouth pushing it as far in as I could with my index finger.

He began choking and as hard as he tried, he was unable to get the obstruction
out of his throat. He choked to death on his own cock. 'How fitting,' I
thought.

I moved to the side of bed and looked down on Erin Williams. She was in decent
shape, toned legs and arms and her abs showed a slight definition. The blood
flow from her ruined vagina seemed to have stopped I was happy to see. I
gently tapped her on the cheek. "Wakey, wakey, time to wake up, Erin," I said.
She tried to wipe her eyes but she was still bound to the headboard and
footboard.

"Here," I said, "let me untie you," and untied the restraints around her
ankles and wrists. "How's that?" I asked as she swung her legs over the edge
of the bed and massaged her wrists and ankles. She looked at Captain Monroe
and asked, "Is he dead?" "Yeah, he actually choked to death," I said. Then,
seeing his bloodied pelvis said, "Shit, what did you do?" I laughed and said,
"I pulled that pricks prick off." "You pulled his cock off?" she asked. "Yeah,
I was jacking him off and got carried away," I said, telling her a small lie.

I looked at the sergeant and asked, "So what was your relationship with the
captain?" "We were lovers, of a sort. He was in to S and M," she said, "He
liked to have me humiliate him; whip him, beat him, that sort of thing." "I
thought as much," I said, "but tell me this, if you and Charles were lovers,
why did he rape the two privates?"

"I told him to rape them," Erin said, "he needed to 'grow a pair', besides,
they caught us on base fooling around so we needed something on them." "I
still don't understand," I said. "Look, I told Charles to rape them, that way
if they ever said anything to anyone," she said, "it would be their word
against a senior officer."

I looked down at her sitting on the edge of the bed and said, "Worship me,
Erin, make love to your mistress." She slowly lifted her head and looked at my
clit, mere inches from her face. She reached behind me and with a hand on each
of my butt cheeks, drew me to her waiting lips.

She pleasured me for fifteen minutes when I told her, "I'm going to come now
and I want you to take me all in." She did and I pressed my pelvis into her
face. I could tell she was struggling to get air, but I smothered her with my
pussy. 'It feels marvelous,' I thought. I had one more orgasm before releasing
her. She was breathing in gasps.

With another pair of shackles, I fastened her to the eyebolts in the ceiling
so that her butt was to Captain Monroe's belly. 'It's time,' I thought, and
hit her in the kidney on her right side, and then hit her with a series of
punches as if she were a heavy bag at a gym. When I stopped to inspect my
handy work, she was a mass of purple welts. With a thunderous right, I
connected with her left cheekbone, shattering it. This was followed by a left
jab that cracked ribs and a right to the solar plexus that made Erin unable to
breathe.

With my left hand I lifted her head off her chest by grabbing a fist full of
hair. Holding her face there I pummeled my right fist into Erin's nose. I
released her hair and her head fell to her chest. She was barely recognizable.
I checked and there was no pulse.

Chapter 183

I padded into the bathroom and turned on the tap for the shower. I let the
warm water cascade over my muscles. A warm shower always felt good after a
workout.

I shampooed my hair, lathered and rinsed my body, taking my time. I dressed
and left the bathroom, taking one last look around the bedroom for anything I
may have left.

As I walked back to my car, I noticed a non-descript van parked some yards
away. I could make out the silhouette of two men sitting in the cab. I took a
quick right before unlocking my car and headed for the vehicle. The two men,
dressed in some sort of coveralls, looked as if they had been caught with
their hand in a cookie jar.

I tapped on the driver's window and he rolled it down. "Who are you two and
what are you doing here," I asked. "Ah, we're here to take care of what you
were doing in there," the driver said. He looked young, perhaps only 20-years
old, and his partner a little older. "What I was doing in there?" I asked.
"Yes, ma'am," he said, "we were told by Colonel Wright to follow you, make
sure nothing happened to you, and take care of whatever 'mess' you left." I
smiled because I was sure these two young recruits had no idea what was
waiting for them in the bedroom of that house.

"Follow me," I said and turned and walked back towards the house. I reached
the far side of the street and turned around to find the pair hadn't left the
van. "Get your ass over here now!" I said, loud enough to get their attention
but not loud enough to wake the entire neighborhood. Timidly they exited the
truck. When they were on the same side of the street as I was I grabbed them
each by the front of their jumpsuits and lifted them off the ground and said,
"Look, assholes, when I tell you to follow me, I mean now, not next Tuesday,
do you understand?" They both nodded and I let go of their jumpsuits.

We walked in through the front door and I led them to the bedroom. I went in,
but the driver, who was ahead of his buddy, stopped at the doorway. The sight
of the captain and sergeant hanging from the bolts in the ceiling took him by
surprise. His partner ran into the back of him. Both men now stared at the
pair hanging from the ceiling.

"Are they dead," the driver asked. "Stone cold," I told him. They looked like
they might be sick, so I said, "The bathroom is over here if you're going to
puke." Neither made a dash to the bathroom which I was happy to see.

"What did you do to them," the driver asked me. "We were just having a little
play time and I got a bit too rough," I said, and chuckled, then added, "I'm
off now, I'll let you take it from here, thanks for the clean up."

I left and drove back to the base.

Chapter 184

The next morning I got up and was just putting my things in my duffel bag when
there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Sergeant Johnson standing
there. "I'm glad I caught you before you left, sergeant, I just wanted to tell
you how happy you made me yesterday." "I know," I said, "you're such an ass
kisser, Johnson," and I grabbed his arm and pulled him into my room.

"Look," I said, "I only have a few minutes so you'll have to make this fast,
get on your knees and lick my pussy. Do it and do it now!" He got right to it.
My little discipline session yesterday had the desired effect. 'Sergeant
Johnson may not be good for much,' I thought, 'but he did have a way with my
clit.' He bought me to orgasm quickly and this time he lapped at my juices
without spilling a drop.

"You're getting much better at this," I said, standing over him looking down
into his eyes. "Do you still want to screw me," I asked. "Oh, yes," he said. I
removed my pants and lay down on my bunk. "Come on then, Johnson, let's see
what you can do with that little cock of yours," I said.

He was eager, to say the least. His 8-inches of masculinity stood erect before
him, but as he lay down between my legs and moved forward, my pussy devoured
him and held him fast. I saw the grimace on his face as I slowly worked his
cock to orgasm.

"You need to work on your self-control, Johnson," I said, as it had taken
about 5-minutes to get him off. Looking totally defeated, I said, "Now be a
good boy and get that cum of yours out of me." With his head between my
marvelous thighs and his tongue eagerly lapping his cum from my pussy, I
squeezed his head with my quads. I toyed with him for the next 15-minutes,
flexing and releasing his head, then rewarded him by climaxing yet again.

As he finished tonguing my clit dry, I said, "OK, that's enough," and pushing
him aside, got to my feet. "I need to catch a flight back to Los Angeles, and
you need a cold shower, sergeant," I said, running a hand over my taut abs, "I
want you to think of me every time you're in the shower and jack-off, do you
understand?" "Ye-yes, Sergeant Brown," he said. "Good, now off you go," I
said, dismissing him.

Chapter 185

I flew back to Los Angeles and arrived home just before dark. Kelly and Roger,
who had moved in, were still putting their belongings away when I arrived.
Roger gave me a hug and Kelly joined in. I was pleased to see she was now my
height and had gained muscle mass. Roger, who was shirtless and just wearing a
pair of shorts, was quite well defined with a washboard stomach and broad
shoulders supporting a nice set of trapezius muscles.

"You two look amazing," I said, "Roger, you're muscles are getting bigger by
the day and Kelly, you've not only gotten taller, but you've added muscle mass
as well." "And I feel so much more alive," Kelly said. "I can tell both of you
have really been working out and taking your 'supplement' pills," I said.

"Welcome back, Mistress Jane," Maria said from in back of me. I turned and
even Maria looked like she had toned her arms and legs. She stood in the
doorway wearing a pair of shorts and a blouse tied just below her breasts.
"Thank you, Maria," I said, going to her and holding her by the shoulders,
"you look like you've been working out, have you?" "Yes, mistress, I hope you
don't mind," she said. "Mind?" I said, "Not at all, you look great." She
smiled and said, "Dinner will be ready in about 20-minutes," then turned and
went back to the kitchen.

Turning back to Kelly and Roger, I said, "So, even Maria is turning into a
muscle maven," and smiled.

Roger said, "She saw Kelly and I working out and asked if she could join us,
so we've been showing her various exercises. I must say, she's a quick
learner."

It was good to be home.