Xena My Story, Part 16
By Love My Muscles



Please note; the following story contains sexual and violent behavior, it is
not recommended for individuals who do not want to explore this behavior.

This episode picks up where Part 15 left off; the night before the end of the
cruise. You've caught me in Roger and Gloria's stateroom disciplining Roger.

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Once the door closed behind Gloria and Jack, I locked it, and turned to Roger
and said, "OK, big boy, get undressed." His eyes darted from the door to me
and I said as I walked toward him slowly, "Look, I'm only going to say things
once, now get undressed. I'm doing this for Gloria." I stopped in front of him
and looked down. Roger was several inches shorter than me.

"OK, Roger, this is where your dreams come true, take off your clothes," I
said. Roger wasted no time shedding his clothes. As he stepped from his boxer
shorts his erection sprang free. I smiled and thought, 'Gloria is going to get
the better end of this deal, and Roger's cock isn't near as big as Jacks.'

"Ah, ah, Xena, how strong are you?" Roger asked. I smiled at him and then
seeing a silver flask on the dresser, picked it up and crushed it in my palm.
I opened my hand and extended the crumpled metal to Roger. "Wow," he said,
"that's impressive," as he tried to bend the metal. "I hope you didn't want
that," I said and laughed, "You're not worried about my muscles are you?" It
wouldn't have mattered to me whether he wanted the flask or not, I just wanted
to show Roger my superiority, as for him being worried about my strength, I
knew he was, that was human nature to fear that which is bigger and stronger
than yourself.

"What, no, I'm not worried," he lied. I smiled and said, "Good, because if
you're worried, you'll be tense," and I took a step toward him, "and if you're
tense, you won't enjoy yourself, Roger, and I want you to enjoy yourself." I
was inches from him now. I smiled and he looked up at me, still a glint of
fear in his eye. I smiled to myself and thought, 'It's going to be hard not to
hurt him, but I want Gloria to be happy, so I won't hurt her man.'

"Now the first thing I want you to know is that you are free to climax as
often as you want," I told him, "but the second thing is that you are not to
play with my cock. Do you understand?" "Your cock?" he asked. "Yes, that piece
of meat hanging between your legs, that's my cock and it belongs to me now," I
told him. He gulped as he processed what I told him.

I grabbed a bikini top from Gloria's open suitcase. "Turn around," I told him.
I pulled his arms behind the small of his back and tied his wrists securely.
"This will prevent you from being tempted to play with my cock, little man,
now undress your mistress," I said. He looked at me and then walked behind me
and undid the string tie across my back. I could feel his lips on my skin.
Next he stepped onto the bed to reach the tie at the back of my neck. I tossed
the bikini top onto the chair. Off the bed, Roger knelt next to my left hip
and with his teeth managed to loosen the buckle on my hip. My bikini bottom
fell to the floor.

"Pick that up and put it on the chair, bitch," I said. He bent and retrieved
my bikini bottom from the floor and walked to the chair on his knees, letting
it fall. He turned and started back towards me. "Did you smell my bikini, you
little weenie?" I asked. "Yes, mistress," he said. "And did you suck on my
bikini?" I continued. He looked down at the floor and said softly, "Yes,
mistress." "That's disgusting, I didn't tell you to suck my bikini," I said,
and I strode past him and picked up the bathing suit. It was damp. "You son of
a bitch," I hissed, "You've got your saliva all over my suit, lay on your
back!" He rolled onto his back, tilted to one side because of his bound
wrists. With the bathing suit bottom, I tied his ankles together thereby
hobbling the man. I straddled his head so that he looked up at my pussy.

I looked down and cocked my head slightly and said, "Since you wanted to taste
my bathing suit, little man, I'm going to let you taste the real me. I'm only
doing this as a favor to Gloria though." I slowly squatted and then lowered my
labia to his waiting lips. He eagerly sucked.

"Did Gloria tell you that we made love and that I impaled her with my cock?" I
asked. "Huh," he said, and I lowered myself even more so that my vagina
covered his mouth and nose. "Gloria has a fantastic body, wimp, too good for
the likes of you," I said and raised myself so that he could take a breath.
"She didn't tell you about us, did she?" I asked. He was breathing hard but
said, "No, she didn't ... " and I cut him off, lowering my pussy again onto
his face.

I sat on his face for twenty or thirty seconds watching his legs twist from
one side to the other. I raised up and he gasped heavily for the air that I
had deprived him of. "Plea ... please, mistress," he gasped, "no more." I
stood up and looked down at the pathetic man. "But I thought you wanted to
taste my juices, bitch," I said, "but you just wanted to suck on my bikini.
You're twisted, sissy-boy."

I reached into Gloria's suitcase once more and plucked a pair of thong
underwear out. I held them up looking at the sheer material. "I don't wear
underwear, Roger," I said, and I crumpled the fabric in my hand and began
inserting it into my pussy, "but I'm going to give you a treat and let you
suck a pair of Gloria's panties that I wet, would you like that?" And he
nodded eagerly. I smiled at him as I continued to insert the material.

I twisted my hips and tightened my abs as I inserted the last of the thong
with my index finger. "Ooh," I said, "that feels good, Roger. I'm making those
panties nice and wet for you." And as I moved my hips from side to side,
rubbing a hand over my hard abs, Roger came. A small spurt of semen shot from
his penis and then ran down his shaft.

"Oh, look there," I said, "did I make you hot, bitch?" "Yes, mistress," he
said softly. I laughed and said, "You really are pathetic, you know," and I
lowered my hips to his face once more.

"Now be a good boy and suck that thong from my pussy," I told him. With my
vaginal muscles I forced the material from vagina, but not all at once. He got
hold of the fabric with his teeth and as he did, I stood slowly, holding on
with my muscles. When I was perhaps a foot above his head I released my hold,
the elastic snapping the thong into his face. I laughed out loud, and then
knelt and with a finger, poked the material until it was in Roger's mouth.
"Suck on that a while, sissy boy," I said, "savor my cum."

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Jack held the door for Gloria as the blonde entered, glancing around the
cabin. She walked to the sliding glass door that led to the balcony and stood
looking out to sea. "I take it that you and Xena decided on this swap?" Jack
asked from behind her. She turned, smiling and asked, "Does that surprise
you?" "Not at all," Jack said, "If there's one thing I've learned from Xena,
it's never to be surprised at what she decides."

Gloria's smile didn't fade when she said, "I thought the one thing you learned
from Xena was self-control." Now it was Jack's turn to smile, "Well, there is
that," he said, "Where would you like to start?"

"Undress me, Jack," Gloria said. Jack began to unbutton Gloria's shirt. He
took his time, and when the buttons were all undone, slipped the shirt from
her shoulders. She shrugged out of the top allowing it to fall to the floor.
Jack, only then, took his eyes from hers and stared at her magnificent chest,
her areola framed by the outline of her tan. He bent and took her nipple in
his mouth, while her hand played over her unattended breast and her other hand
clutched the hair at the back of Jacks head.

"Hmm," Gloria said softly, "that feels great, Jack, now take my shorts off."
Without looking, Jack reached down and unsnapped her shorts and then drew the
zipper pull down. Her shorts fell to the floor atop her blouse and she stepped
out of them without Jack stopping from sucking her breast.

Now, clad only in panties, she pulled on Jack's hair until he was free of her
breast. She pulled the T-shirt over his head and tossed it aside, and stood
for a moment admiring his hairless chest and firm abs.

Beginning at the top of his sternum, she kissed him, slowly working her way
down to the waistband of his walking shorts. She stuck her tongue in his navel
as she unsnapped Jack's shorts and unzipped his fly. Jack's semi-erect penis
came free of his shorts as they fell to the floor. "Hmm," Gloria said, "Xena
was right, you are well hung." Jack laughed and said, "Xena never exaggerates
and is seldom disappointed."

Gloria straightened up and put a hand on Jack's chest and pushed him back to
the bed. He lay on his back as Gloria looked down at him, running her tongue
slowly over her full red lips. She knelt on the bed, straddling Jack's hips.
Jack was now fully erect, the tip of his penis nearly touching her panty clad
pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto his shaft.

Jack felt the nylon of her panties begin to stretch over the head of his
penis, but Gloria kept lowering herself onto his shaft. He was nearly inside
of her now when he felt the material rip and he penetrated her. Slowly, she
took him in until she rested on his pelvis. "Umm," she said, "that feels
nice."

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As I stood looking down at Roger, tied at the wrists and ankles, a wet thong
in his mouth, I almost felt sorry for the wimp. 'Almost,' I thought, and
chuckled.

I began exploring my body with my fingertips, stretching and flexing my
muscles. I tensed my quads and was rewarded with my veins nearly bursting from
my legs. I traced the thickest with a forefinger. "Look at that vein, baby," I
said, "see how thick it is?" I stole a glance at his penis which was coming
back to life after his first ejaculation, 'How could it not', I thought.

"Hmm," I purred as I ran my index finger up my abs and then cupped my breast.
"I feel so horny, baby, Mistress Xena to pleasure herself." I went to Gloria's
suitcase once more and felt under the folded clothes. I touched what I was
looking for, what I knew Gloria would have living with Roger, a vibrator.

The foot-long flesh colored battery operated dildo looked pale compared to my
dark tan. I slid a micro-switch at the base and it purred. I smiled and saw
that Roger's cock was once again fully erect. I straddled Roger's hips and
said, "I want to make sure you have a good look at your mistress, baby." He
looked up at me watching intently as I ran the pulsating head of the phallus
down my abs and touching my clit.

I knew it was only a matter of time until my clit became erect, so I slowly
inserted the dildo into me. "Hmm," I said, "This feels good, baby, do you like
what you see?" He nodded. The vibrating shaft was perhaps a fourth of the way
in and I said, "Watch, watch what Mistress Xena can do. Not only am I muscular
outside, but I'm muscular inside as well," and I laughed lightly. I let go of
the dildo and placed my hands on my hips and slowly, drew the shaft into my
pussy.

Six or seven inches in, I stopped and reversing my contractions, allowed the
dildo to withdraw slightly. "Have you ever seen a woman do that, Roger?" I
asked, "Just think what I could do to the puny little piece of meat you call a
cock if I had it in my pussy."

He ejaculated for the second time, again, his sperm running from the head of
his penis down his shaft and onto the carpet. "Huh," I said, "they may have to
charge you extra to shampoo the carpet," and I began to draw the dildo inside
me once more.

As the dildo was poised to disappear inside me, I said, "I'm going to come
now," and I took the entire dildo inside. Moments later, I erupted sending a
stream of my juices onto his chest and face. He turned to the side in an
effort to escape the torrent, but it was to no avail. I released my vaginal
grip on the vibrator and it slid from me, falling on his stomach. He grunted
as it hit and rolled to the floor.

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Gloria stepped from the bed and removed her shredded panties. She tossed them
into the trash can by the desk and walked to the other side of the bed where
Jack's head was. "Take me," she said, "make love to my clit the way you would
Xena's."

Jack raised his head slightly and began to tease her clit with the tip of his
tongue, and then sucked her labia. Within seconds, Gloria was making mewing
sounds, lost in her own ecstasy. For the next twenty minutes, Jack serviced
the blonde beauty, who reached orgasm several times.

Gloria hurriedly said, "I need you inside of me, now!" and rolled off of Jack
so that she was now lying on her back. Jack began to kiss her neck, but Gloria
said, "Please, take me!" Jack positioned himself and began to rhythmically
thrust his hips into Gloria. "Ahh, ahh," she moaned as Jack quickened the
tempo.

Again, Gloria had multiple orgasms until Jack allowed himself to climax. With
a final thrust, Jack came. He looked down at Gloria who said, "Stay in me."
"Do you want me to get hard again?" Jack asked. Tilting her head, she chuckled
and asked, "You can do that?" Jack just looked down at her and smiled, and
then said, "Yes, I can." "I'm not sure I can take any more," Gloria said,
wrapping her arms around Jack, "but why don't we give it a few minutes and
see."

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I reached down and took the panties from his mouth and tossed them aside.
Roger was licking his lips, getting the last vestiges of my juice from them.
With my foot I nudged his flaccid penis. "All done, sissy-boy?" I asked. He
shook his head. "Good, neither am I," and I took his cock between my big toe
and long toe. "Ahh," he moaned and I tightened my grip with my foot. "You're
such a weenie; I could probably pull your dick off with my foot." "Yes,
mistress," he said meekly. I stroked his penis to erection with my foot.

I released my hold on his puny shaft and put my foot to his mouth. "Suck my
toes, slave," I said. He greedily sucked, but I grew tired of his slobbering
on my foot.

I picked him off the floor and laid him on the bed. I looked at his small
penis and poked it with my finger, and then slapped it gently. "No, please
mistress, that hurts," he complained. I laughed out loud and slapped it again,
and then once more.

Standing by the side of the bed, I said, "I'm going to show you what a real
Amazon can do, bitch." The look in his eyes could only be described as fear
and I laughed to myself. I hit a double bicep pose and watched as my muscles
grew. After flexing my arms several times I admired my arms. I was glancing at
my reflection in the wardrobe mirror and hit a triceps pose. The back of my
arm exploded with shredded muscles. "Do you like that little man?" I asked.
"Yes, mistress," he mumbled. I expanded my chest and brought my arms across my
breasts causing my trapezius muscles to jump. I did this three times with my
traps responding to each and every movement.

I relaxed and looked at myself in the mirror. I ran a hand down my muscled abs
and found myself getting excited watching my reflection as much as by my
actual touch. With two fingers, I tasted my juices and said as much to myself
as to Roger, "Hmm, I taste so good." As I played with my clit I found myself
getting an erection. I glanced away from my reflection to see Roger lying on
the bed, staring in disbelief.

I chuckled softly as I first stroked myself with two fingers and then my hand
as my 'she-cock' grew. Fully erect, I was probably six-inches in length and
maybe one and a half inches in diameter. 'Bigger than the pansy-ass on the bed
in front of me,' I thought. I was gently stroking myself when I noticed that
Roger climaxed again. 'What was that, three or four times,' I thought. I
stroked faster admiring the reflection of the Amazon in the mirror.

"Hmm," I moaned as I brought myself to orgasm and shot a stream of my juices
onto Roger's chest, face and bed. "Mistress Xena needed that," I said, and
then added, "lick my clit, slave, I want you to clean every drop of cum from
me." He rolled on his side and obediently licked my receding shaft.

Once he was done, I untied his ankles and then his wrists. "How did you enjoy
your evening?" I asked. "I loved it, Mistress Xena." I smiled and said, "You
better clean up in here before Gloria gets back." I dressed as he was getting
off the bed, rubbing his wrists. I turned for the door and said over my
shoulder, "If you ever want to find out how strong I am, I'd be happy to show
you. I enjoy breaking a bone or two every now and then," and I gave him a
wicked smile and left.

I was in need of a shower. I walked down the stairwell to our stateroom and
knocked on the door. Gloria threw it open and stood aside. She was naked, Jack
on the bed with his head propped on a pillow. "Did I catch you two at a bad
time?" I said smiling. "No, we're done," Gloria said, "Jack wore me out." "I
said he was good," I told her and looked at Jack and smiled. "You did, but I
had no idea just how good," Gloria said, "How did you make out with Roger."

I laughed and said, "I think Roger enjoyed himself. I didn't hurt him, except
for maybe his pride. But your stateroom is a mess." She looked at me
quizzically. "I got a little carried away with your vibrator, bathing suit and
a thong," I said, "but I figured you wouldn't mind." She held up her shredded
pair of panties and I laughed. "Looks like I'm not the only one hard on
clothes."

Gloria said as she was getting dressed, "I don't know how you taught Jack how
to hold off on climaxing or how to have multiple orgasms, but he's a wonderful
partner." I looked at Jack who only smiled and cocked his head to one side. I
flicked his penis with my finger and he said, "Hey, careful," and I laughed.
"Yeah, he's OK," I said.

Gloria opened the door and said, "We'll see you in the morning in Miami," and
she turned and left.

We put our luggage in the hallway, keeping out only what we were going to wear
in the morning to disembark and to go to the airport. As Jack and I waited in
one of the lounges to leave, we saw Linda and Raymond, Tiffani and Jason and
then Mark and Cindy. We exchanged addresses with each couple.

Just before leaving, Jonathan and Martha came into the lounge. "Oh, mistress,"
Jonathan cooed, "I'm glad we found you before you left. Martha and I wanted to
give you a present." I took the small box he handed to me and untied the blue
ribbon. Inside was a pendant, a sterling silver 'X' with small baguette
diamonds. It had to have cost a pretty penny. "Why thank you Jonathan," I
said, "Martha, you didn't need to get me anything." "We know," Martha said,
"But you made our cruise worthwhile, it was the least we could do."

We exchanged addresses with them as well and said our good-byes when our
stateroom was announced and made our way to the disembarkation platform. We
collected our bags and boarded the shuttle for the airport. I kept looking for
Gloria and Roger, but I didn't see them.

Jack and I checked our bags with the skycap outside the terminal and went in.
I spotted Gloria and Roger immediately. Gloria had on a pair of white leggings
and a sleeveless top showing her tanned arms and magnificent breasts. Roger
looked every bit the preppy with loafers, chino slacks and a button down
shirt. 'The only thing missing was a sweater tied around his neck,' I thought.
They were standing next to a bank of phones out of the mainstream pedestrian
traffic.

"Hey," I said as we walked up, "I thought we had missed you," and gave Gloria
a kiss, darting my tongue quickly into her mouth. "How are you, Roger?" I
asked. He gave Gloria a quick look and then said, "I'm fine, thanks." Gloria
said, "He's feeling his age this morning," glancing at Roger, "apparently you
wore him out last night."

I noticed the man speaking on the nearest phone glance at Gloria and me. A
quick glance, but I knew he was straining to hear what we were saying.

"I'm going to see if we can get boarding passes," Jack said. "I'll join you,"
Roger added. The two men walked toward the service counters. I couldn't help
but notice that Roger was limping slightly. Roger and Gloria would be flying
into Orange County, Jack and I into Los Angeles, although we were booked on
the same airline.

I put a hand on Gloria's arm and rubbed slowly, watching the man at the phones
take quick glances in our direction. "I'm sorry if I hurt or bruised Roger," I
told her. She smiled and said, "I think the only thing bruised is his ego. Did
you really say that your cock was bigger than his?" The man at the phone had
now given up all pretense of glancing at us and was watching us, the phone
still to his ear.

"I don't remember saying it in those few words, but I did stroke myself and
squirt all over him," I said, playing my hand along her shoulder and neck.
"Well," Gloria said, "I should have warned you, he's sensitive about the size
of his cock, and by the way," she continued, "we had to have housekeeping come
in and change the bedding, you had it so wet."

I was wearing a sleeveless sun dress that ended well above my knees. Its pale
yellow accentuated my deep tan. Gloria brushed her fingers gently over my
forearm and bicep. I flexed without being too obvious so that she might feel
my muscle. Of course this didn't go unnoticed by the 'phone man.'

"I'm sorry about all the cum," I said, "I sort of got carried away in the heat
of the moment." "I understand," she said as her hand brushed my breast and I
could feel my nipple respond, "You're practically insatiable." Gloria glanced
at the man on the phone and smiled at him. He blinked rapidly and smiled back
and then turned away.

I laughed and said, "Did you enjoy Jack?" "Oh, yes," Gloria said, "I lost
track of how many orgasms I had after the fifth one. He's a stud, and I don't
know how he managed to climax as many times as he did." Now it was my turn to
laugh and I said, "Training, my pet, it's all about the training. Jack's got
all the equipment and I've taught him to pleasure me." I glanced at the man at
the phone whose eyes were wide.

I took two strides to the phone bank before the man could turn and leave. I
took the handset from his ear and snapped it in half as easy as if it were a
pencil. I cocked my arm and flexed my bicep, and his eyes widened further.
"Kiss it, wimp," I said, and he looked at Gloria who was smiling and then
leaned forward and kissed my muscle.

I took his hand and interlaced his fingers with mine. He watched in stun
silence. Without curling my hand or balling it into a fist, I tightened the
muscles in my fingers. My eyes were on Gloria and not the man, but I could
feel him squirm beneath my hold on his hand. "Ah, please, that hurts," he said
behind clenched teeth. I turned and looked at him in the eyes and said, "I
know it hurts, little man, but think of what I could do to that cock of
yours," and I tightened my grip a bit more. "I want you to come for me and
I'll let go of your hand," I said. "Wha-what?" he asked. I smiled at him and
said slowly, "I won't break your hand if you come for me."

"But I don't think I ... " he began, and with my free hand I grabbed his other
wrist and thrust his hand under the hem of my sundress. Gloria seeing this
moved to shield us from public view.

"Come!" I hissed, "Feel my clit and think of what I'll do to you if you don't
come." "Oh, please," he said looking between me and Gloria. She looked at the
man and then pulled the scoop neck of her blouse down revealing one of her
large breasts. The three of us were standing close and Gloria whispered, "Look
at my tit, sissy-boy, and come in your pants." "Ahh, ahh," he said softly and
he licked his lips.

Gloria let go of the neckline of her blouse and looked down and then placed a
hand on my bicep. The wet stain was obvious through the man's trousers. I
withdrew his hand from under my dress and released the grip I had on his
fingers. "Good boy," I said and patted his cheek, "now that wasn't so hard was
it?"

Gloria and I moved back to where we had been standing and watched the man
quickly walk away, hands over his crotch, no doubt to find a men's restroom.
Roger and Jack glanced at the man as they were returning. Jack looked at me
with a raised eyebrow and I simply said, "I couldn't resist," and laughed.

The four of us waited for our flight near our gate. Our flight would be the
first to board. We made small talk and watched the other travelers. The 'phone
man' emerged from the men's restroom, pants now dry but showing the outline of
his 'mistake', and walked down several gates.

"Men can be such pussies," I said to Gloria. She smiled and said, "Women too.
I see both in my line of work."

They called our flight and we said our good-byes, me giving Gloria and Roger a
passionate kiss. "We'll see you on the other side of the country," Jack said,
and we waited in the cue to board.

Gloria and Roger walked the short distance to their gate. I had no doubt that
we'd meet again in southern California; in fact, I'd make sure of it.

'What a great cruise and a perfect vacation', I thought as I settled in for
the flight to Orange County. I kicked off my stilettos' and closed my eyes
thinking of sun bathing naked in St. Maarten, making love to Gloria and Jack
and dominating my 'slaves' . Soon I was fast asleep, my head on Jack's
shoulder.

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