Alex - Power Episode 10
by covert.1@hotmail.com
This is a fictional work of domination, muscle worship and brutality.  Please note that the following may be very graphic in nature, but this is how it was portrayed to me, Muscle Fan.  Please leave any comments at; covert.1@hotmail.com


Power; the ability to do something; the ability to influence people or events;
strength, force, or energy; this is my life. This is the definition of who I
am.

I have morphed into a being to be admired, worshipped and feared. This has
been my transition and this is my story of domination. For those of you who
have followed my episodes, perhaps you've been able to tell that certain
'changes' have been going on with me and in my life. If you haven't read my
other submissions, do it now, your mistress command's it! Mistress Alex
chuckles as she says this, a deep, throaty chuckle - Muscle Fan.

"Uhh," I grunted as I pushed the carriage of the leg press machine up the
incline. I watch my quads tense, and run a fingertip along a vein that is as
thick as the finger itself. I set the locks on the carriage and sit for a
moment, catching my breath. The carriage is loaded with sixteen hundred pounds
(725 kilos) of weight and I have just finished my third set of twelve
repetitions. 'Enough weight to crush someone,' I think, studying the carriage,
'and enough weight that most men couldn't do one rep let alone three sets of
twelve.' I smile to myself, satisfied.

I work out naked except for a pair of cross trainers and as I stepped from the
machine, I grab a pair of briefs and a sports bra from a nearby cart. They are
but one of many on the cart. I crumbled both in my palm of my hand studying my
reflection in the mirror. A bead of sweat slowly runs down my hard abs, to my
labia and onto my clit before dropping silently to the floor. Studying my body
for any imperfections, I find none.

My quads are pumped from the recent workout. Thick rope-like veins lie under
my deeply tanned skin. My gaze travels up to my thin wasp-like waist and
washboard abdominals. Even without tensing my muscles, they are defined to a
point of unmistakable power.

I smile and wipe down my body with the briefs and sports bra, taking my time,
drying my crotch. I sell these on my website for $75 each or $135 for the
pair. 'I can barely keep them in stock,' I think as I put them in sealable
plastic bag, 'It's amazing what my fans will pay for.' What they were paying
for was used workout gear, supposedly worn by me, but in reality, I only use
them to wipe the sweat from my body. 'Well, they're satisfied customers, none
the less,' I think, setting the bag aside.

Studying my reflection once more in the mirror, I place my knuckles on my hips
and throw my shoulders back and my chest out. 'Damn,' I think, 'I look good,
no, not just good, fantastic.' I'm six-foot, six-inches tall, with narrow hips
a trim waist and broad shoulders. 'I'm proportioned more like a man,' I think,
'but I'm all female,' and I chuckle to myself. My quads are awesome, 'Probably
my best feature,' I think, 'although my arms are huge too.' What I see before
me is a giantess with awesome proportions, a goddess.

I turn slightly, first one way and then the other, studying myself. My breasts
aren't large, but they're firm. In fact, my entire chest is rippled with
muscles. My areolas are dark from being in the sun, capped by nipples which
seem to be perpetually hard. I touched each nipple. 'They're like ball
bearings,' I think, taking each between my thumb and forefinger and squeezing.
It was as if I was pinching two small steel balls.

I slide my index finger between my labia and on to the head of my clit. My
clit resembles a small penis. My clit, now flaccid is about two inches in
length, but it becomes erect during sex. I asked Robbie if that was a problem
for him when we have sex and he said definitely not, that it didn't get in the
way in the least. 'And why should it,' I think, 'Robbie is blessed with a
magnificent twelve inch cock.'

What I do enjoy is being able to mount Olivia with my 'she-cock' in the same
way a man would. The thought of this is making me hard. I take my small shaft
between my thumb and forefinger and stroke myself slowly cherishing the
stimulation.

As I stroke myself, I flex my quads, pumped from this latest workout. 'Killer
legs,' I think and chuckle, because I've actually killed a couple of men with
my legs, crushing their skulls and choking them. Continuing to masturbate, I
turn sideways and flex my calves admiring the twin muscles. My calves measure
nearly twenty inches, just like my biceps.

I reach an orgasm, sending a small stream of cum onto the workout rooms
rubberized flooring. "Hmm," I say aloud, reveling in the ecstasy, "that felt
good." I release my five-inch 'she-cock', and flex my arm watching the bicep
expand. I pump my arm once, twice, and then a third time; watching my bicep
get larger with each flex of my arm. I bring my lips in contact with the hard
ball and kiss it.

Relaxing my arm, I grab another pair of briefs and sports bra from the shelf
and dry my body once more, then sop up my cum from the rubberized mat. I
chuckle to myself picturing some pansy-ass man wearing my workout gear or
perhaps getting himself off while sniffing my scent. 'Stupid bastards,' I
think as I put this pair in its plastic bag, but this pair has a little
something 'special'; my cum.

I take one last look at my body in the mirror. Satisfied with what I see, I
gather up the plastic bags with the briefs and sports bra's along with a
half-dozen others from previous workouts. I need to drop these by my
production company so that they can be packaged and shipped.

"I'm going to run out for a minute," I tell Olivia, "I won't be long." Not
bothering to shower, I dress in a short leather skirt and put on a leather
vest. It's just a short drive and I only need to let myself in and put the
'merchandise' in the manager's office.

It's just after nine o'clock when I pull into a parking stall near the door.
There are not many cars in the lot and none near my office. I grab the bags
and unlock the front door not bothering to turn on the lights. I know my way.
Ray, the manager's office is at the end of the corridor near the entrance to
the warehouse. I set the bags on his desk and am about to leave when I heard a
thud come from the warehouse.

Quietly I open the door and step into the warehouse. The warehouse has a roll
up door and a small door next to it at the rear of the building. The small
door is propped open with a box containing DVD's.

The warehouse itself is dark, but I could make out a man with his back to me
along the far wall. He appeared to be looking at a rack containing DVD's. As I
silently creep up behind the man, I saw he had his left hand on the support
for the rack while he was masturbating with his right. Preoccupied, he didn't
hear my approach.

Stepping behind him, I look over his shoulder and see that he had torn open a
DVD case and had my picture lain out in front of him. He must have sensed my
presence because he turned quickly and gasped.

"See something you like," I ask. "Wh-wh-what?" he stammered. I smiled and
stepped closer. I was inches from the man and could feel the heat of his body.
"I asked if you saw anything you liked." I repeat, "That is an old picture", I
add. The picture was taken well over a year ago, and shows me with my foot on
the back of a man's neck as he lies on the floor. I'm wearing knee high
high-heeled leather boots, a leather bustier and holding a dog leash that is
fastened around the man's neck. The man is turned away from the camera. The
man in the photo was a slave that enjoyed being humiliated and spanked. I
remember that I beat his ass hard enough to draw blood.

"Ah, yea," he says trying to step away from me. I put a hand on the shelf
behind him, blocking him from moving to his right. He glances at my forearm
and moved to his left.

As I've gotten stronger and my muscles have gotten bigger, my body has changed
in other ways. I've mentioned that my clitoris has grown but also my desire
for sex. 'Perhaps my libido has grown', I think. Both Robbie and Olivia have
been having a difficult time satisfying my sexual needs. Robbie has gone so
far as to use the word 'insatiable' to describe my sexual appetite. The man in
front of me in no way is appealing to me, yet, my urge to have sex is nearly
overwhelming, but so is my desire to dominate, humiliate and control him.

"Get undressed," I say looking down at the man. "Wh-what?" he asks, freezing
in place. He looks up at me, fear in his eyes, like a deer in the headlights.
"Strip!" I say sternly, "Or I'll rip your clothes off myself. You didn't cum,
did you?" He seems to think about this and shakes his head, then begins to
unbutton the shirt he's wearing. I unfasten my vest and shrug it from my
shoulders.

He stops unbuttoning his shirt, staring at my chest just inches from his face,
his mouth agape. "You want me, don't you little man?" I ask. He says nothing
but nods and licks his lips. I laugh and say softly, "Then get undressed." He
finishes with his shirt. His chest is hairless and pasty white. He begins to
unbuckle his belt and I unsnap his pants. He lets his pants fall to the floor
and now stands facing me clad only in a pair of briefs, shoes and socks. I
look at him. A small bulge in his briefs tells me he has a small penis, but
I'm not interested in his puny cock, or satisfying his sexual needs, I'm
interested in only satisfying my needs.

I unzip my leather skirt and step out of it, placing it on top of my vest on
the shelf. My eyes watch his face as he looks down at my clit. I tell the man,
"Get on your knees and suck my clit, asshole, do it now," emphasizing the
words, 'Do it now'. He sinks to his knees before me and tentatively kisses my
clit, but pulls away.

I hadn't showered before leaving the house, so my body is still musky from my
workout. My clit is eyelevel with the man and I tell him, "Kiss my clit,
little man; I want you to suck my 'she-cock'." He glances up momentarily, but
is riveted to my clit. I'm sure it's as large as his penis, maybe larger. He
takes me in his mouth ever so gently and begins to suck me. I feel my clit
becoming erect, and so does he as I fill his mouth with my meat.

I laugh out loud and say, "You like that, don't you, you little pervert?" He
stops long enough to utter a, "Yes," and then continues to orally pleasure me.
I'm now fully erect, a magnificent five-inches. "Hmm," I hum as I begin to
ejaculate. He laps what he can but a stream of my cum soaks his jaw and drips
to the floor. He stops and looks up at me, licking my cum from his lips.

"That's a good boy," I say, "a very good boy. Get on your feet." He stands and
I place my palm on his briefs. I feel the wetness through the cotton fabric.
"Aw, poor baby," I say, "you came. Now I'm going to have to get you hard
again." I gently squeeze his cock and scrotum and he winces as I hold his
manhood in my palm. I chuckle. "What's the matter, baby, is Mistress Alex a
little too strong for you?" He clenches his teeth and can only nod. I laugh
out loud. I could crush his testes if I wanted, and the thought only makes me
hornier.

The man is eye level with my chest. I let go of his cock and strike a double
bicep pose. "Do you know how big my 'guns' are?" I ask. He sucks in air and
shakes his head. "They're twenty inches," I tell him, "twenty inches of pure
muscle. Kiss them; make love to my huge, sweaty arms." Resisting the urge to
comfort his penis and balls, he gently caresses my arm and kisses my flexed
bicep. I know he's enjoying this and allow him to make love to my arms for
several minutes, but even though he strives to please me, only I know what
will quench the desire I have.

I wrap one arm around him and hold him against my chest. I can feel his heart
racing. 'Poor, scared little man,' I think, 'and he should be scared.' My clit
stiffens once again as I press him against me, harder this time. I could crush
him against my body with little effort, but I don't. Instead, with my free
hand, I press on the back of his head, pinning it against my chest. He cries
out as his cheek bone fractures against my sternum. "Please, stop, it hurts,"
he mumbles into my chest as I continue to press him to me. With balled fists
he beats at my sides. 'Weak,' I think.

I release my hold on him and he nearly collapses to the floor but catches
himself on one of the shelves. He puts a hand to his cheek. "Wh-why," he
stammers, looking up at me. I feel no remorse, only excitement as I smile down
at him. "Because I can," I tell him simply, "because I can. You're just a
helpless little bitch." I take him by the throat with my left hand and lift
him up until his feet are off the floor. I hold him there effortlessly and he
immediately clutches my wrist with both hands, squirming, trying to kick me.
With my free hand I take the waistband of his briefs and pull them down his
puny legs. Even though he is in pain and gasping for air, his penis springs
free and he begins to get an erection. 'Men,' I think, 'they are such simple
animals. Even though they're in pain, they still get an erection.'

I lower him until his penis touches my clit. It's no surprise to me that my
clit is larger than his penis both in length and in thickness. I smile and
allow him to stand. He clutches his throat, massaging it, catching his breath.
He's wheezing.

He makes a move toward the door, but I quickly grab his arm spinning him
around. He loses his balance and falls to the floor. His fractured cheek bone
hitting the concrete floor and he lets out a cry of pain. "Stupid bitch," I
say, squatting beside him. He pulls himself onto his elbows and looks at me.
"Wh-what are you going to do to me," he asks, tears forming in his eyes.
'Destroy you,' I think to myself, but I say, "Just have some fun is all.
What's your name?" He seems to relax a bit, blushes and says softly, "Dick."
'How inappropriate,' I think, 'It should be dickless,' and I chuckle.

"Alright, Dick, you obviously like girls with muscles," I tell him, "have you
ever been with a muscle dominatrix before?" He shakes his head. I smile and
said, "I didn't think so, but you know what, Dick, I like muscle lust virgins
like you, I like to train them." He gives me a faint smile, but I can tell his
broken cheek bone is bothering him.

He steals a look at my erect clit between my legs and I smile. I'm hard and
the head of my clit is pointed at the man. "You liked sucking my clit, didn't
you, Dick?" "Y-yes," he says. I laugh. "Good, now the first thing we have to
get out of the way is that you will call me Mistress Alex," I said, "do you
understand, Dick?" He nods and I pat his cheek, not hard but enough to send a
wave of pain through him. He winces and pulls away, but says, "Yes Mistress
Alex." "Good, Dick," I tell him and look between my legs at my clitoris. 'That
is a good dick,' I think, admiring my 'she-cock'.

"The second thing; and this is important," I tell him, "is that you cannot
scream or yell. I'll get very upset if you do and you don't want to make me
upset, do you?" He shakes his head and I raise my hand, but before I can pat
his cheek again, he says, "No mistress." I reward him with a smile.

"I need to climax again, Dick," I tell him, taking his jaw in my hand. "I need
to have sex a lot, so just lay back and let Mistress Alex ride your face, OK?"
I let go of his jaw and gently push on his chest as I swing one leg across his
body and mount his face before he can protest. After all, it's not as if he
has a choice. I'm excited and begin to move my hips from side to side and then
back and forth. Dick is stomping the floor with his heels and slapping at my
thighs. 'That's it, baby, slap all you want,' I think, 'I can barely feel your
feeble slaps, besides, it just makes me more excited.'

I grind my pubis into his face, my erect clit buried in his throat. I grab a
fist full of his hair holding his face in contact with my crotch. I can tell
he's gagging as my 'she-cock' plunges deep in his throat, but I can't stop. My
desire to climax, my desire to dominate pushes me forward. With a final thrust
of my hips I climax. I release a load of cum into Dick's mouth and onto the
floor. "Hmm," I exhale, looking at my taut abdominals.

'Again,' I think, and begin once again to rub my pubis on what use to be
Dick's face. For the next ten minutes, I build up to my next orgasm,
destroying what's left of the man's jaw and face. "Ah," I say as my breath
catches and I exhale reaching another orgasm. I sit for a minute, allowing my
orgasm to subside.

Dick is no longer moving. The floor around me is wet with blood and my own
semen. I get to my feet and see that his mouth is a bloody chasm, two or three
teeth lay next to his head. With two fingers I feel his neck for a pulse.
'Nothing,' I think, 'That's too bad, that didn't last long enough. I need to
find a man who can stand a little pain, a little pleasure and a lot of sex.
Does such a man exist? Somehow I doubt it.'

Still in need of more sex, I sit on a carton of DVD's and grab Dick by his
curly hair pulling him between my legs. 'Time to allow my 'killer legs' to do
their thing,' I think, 'I don't work these babies out for nothing,' and slap
my quads. I place the back of his head in my crotch and slowly squeeze his
head, relishing the resistance and the feel of his hair on my naked pussy. It
takes nearly five minutes as I gradually increase pressure until I finally
feel his skull crack. 'Oh now that turns me on,' I think as I spread my legs
and his head hits the concrete floor with a sickening thud.

I get to my feet and rub the blood and semen from my pussy with Dick's shirt.
I step into my leather skirt, zip it up and slip into my vest and stilettos. I
pick up Dicks pants and find a key ring with a car alarm. Next, I go to the
supply closet and find cleaning supplies and a pair of rubber gloves. I slip
the rubber gloves on and walk out the back door. I push the alarm button and
I'm rewarded with a 'beep' from a car a few yards away. I push the button by
the door and the overhead door rolls up. I drive his car, backing it inside
the warehouse, and close the roll up door.

Opening the passenger door, I lift Dick's body and place it on the seat. I
toss his clothes on top of the body and shut the door. I get the cleaning
supplies out of the supply locker and mop up the blood and my semen. I put
everything back in the locker and seeing a red container of solvent, put that
on the floor of the back seat behind Dick's body. I rinse the mop and bucket
and opening the delivery door once more, pull Dick's car out. Wearing the
rubber gloves, I take one last look around. 'Looks good,' I think, and lock
everything up.

The business park has no surveillance cameras and the rear parking area, which
is mostly for deliveries, is dimly lit.

Driving Dick's car, I pull to the far corner of the complex. I open the back
door and taking the can of solvent, douse Dick's body and the back seat with
the liquid. I set fire to the trunk and walk back to the warehouse. Midway
back there's a 'whoosh' as the gas tank explodes. The first fire truck is
pulling in as I wait for a light at the nearest intersection.

'I love that,' I think remembering the feel of Dick's cheek crushed against my
chest and his head fracturing between my thighs, 'My 'killer thighs,' I think
and I laugh as the light changes and I drive home.

The next morning there was a piece on the news about the car fire in a
business complex and that the authorities had found a body in the car. It
stated that the Police were canvasing the businesses and asking for the
public's help. A day later there was nothing further on the murder and car
fire. Apparently I had gotten away with another murder. 'I have to reign in my
desires,' I thought, 'sooner or later the police were going to catch up with
me.'

And so I continued to work out. Today was chest and arms. I warmed up with 100
crunches, inverted body lifts while I held a 50-pound (23kg) plate and 25
hanging leg lifts with the 50-pound plate secured to my ankles.

My abs burned as I lay on a flat bench beneath the press rack. I started with
a set of twelve reps pressing 600-pounds (272 kg.) and then another set using
650-pounds (294 kg.). Sweat beaded my body as I put plates on the bar totaling
in excess of 700-pounds (326 kg.). I knocked out eight reps with ease, but
then began to slow as I got to my last four. I could feel my chest burn as I
put the bar on the rack above me. I lay for a moment allowing my breath to
return to normal.

I moved on to a flat bench, and selecting the 100-pound dumbbells, I began
doing dumbbell presses and then moved on to dumbbell flies.

By the time I was finished with my chest and arm exercises, three hours had
passed. As before, I stood admiring my reflection in the mirror.

'Alex,' I thought, 'you're amazing,' and I tightened my trapezius watching the
muscles on either side of my neck explode. 'You are the definition of power',
I thought and laughed.

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