Amanda - Because I Can By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com This is the twelfth installment in the 'Amanda' series. My name is John Thompson and this is my story. I won't bore you with the earlier aspects of my life, suffice to say, I started with a firm called Biomax and still work there. Amanda Bennett is the owner of Biomax, and a brilliant pharmacist, lab technician and chemist. She is also my mistress with whom I live. Biomax, under Amanda's guidance, produces muscle enhancement supplements. Amanda has partnered with United Labs that produces mainstream vitamins and minerals. The head of United Labs is Jane Young. Sharing our house is Mistress Rhonda Jackson, an African-American goddess, and Amanda's personal assistant, of bodybuilding proportions. Maria Garcia, our cook and Howard Watson, our houseboy, and former owner of Biomax, also live there. Mistress Amanda has morphed herself (if that's the right terminology) into a true 'she-hulk', through the use of supplements, incredibly intense workouts and proper diet. Her body is an awesome sight to behold and I'm fortunate to not only witness it, up close and personal, but to experience it. I've seen her make men and women climax merely by telling them to, without masturbation. Such is the power of her suggestion and the sight of her phenomenal body. Besides working at Biomax, I serve Mistress' Amanda and Rhonda as well as oversee the workings of the house. Amanda developed a special muscle enhancement formula which she injected into me allowing me to attain a 14-inch erection and which gave me the staying power to service both her and Rhonda. If this seems like a dream come true, it is. The 'downside', if you could call it that, is that I've seen a sadistic streak emerge from Amanda and Rhonda. Perhaps it was always there and merely enhanced by the muscle supplements, perhaps it's as a direct result of the muscle enhancement supplements. Fortunately the sadistic streak I mention is directed toward abusive husbands and others worthy of suffering the wrath of my goddess'. Colleen Taylor, a county social service worker and sister of a Biomax employee, has secretly provided Amanda with the names of three 'troublesome' individuals that she's dealt with. Amanda and Rhonda killed Frank, a long time wife beater and adulterer, as well as his current mistress Carol. Mistress Amanda looked again at the list that Colleen had left the night of her visit, for perhaps the hundredth time. Tony Cahill was a pedophile. He had been convicted twice, but had escaped the state's third and final conviction which would have incarcerated him for life. Tonight she would watch Tony to better get a sense of how he lived. She arrived at the address in the run down section of town. The house was old and weathered, the lawn dead or dying and the driveway cracked. The blinds were drawn and there were no lights visible through them. Amanda had waited 45-minutes and was about ready to leave when a ten year old Chevy pulled in the driveway. A man in his thirties got out and walked to the rear of the house. Seconds later, Amanda could tell that a light had gone on at the back of the house. Amanda watched a few minutes, then donned a pair of latex gloves and walked down the driveway, past the Chevy, to the rear of the house. Keeping close to the house, she peered in first one window then another. At the third window, she stole a quick glance in through the partially opened blinds and say Tony Cahill sitting in front of a laptop computer. Going back the way she had come, she silently tried the back door and found it unlocked. 'Trusting person,' Amanda thought, and Amanda quietly entered the kitchen. She was nearly to the bedroom where Tony sat looking at the computer when a board creaked on the floor. It sounded like a cry. Amanda stepped into the doorway and Tony looked up quickly, folding the laptop shut. "Who are you?" he asked, then said, "Get out of here, bitch." Amanda neither answered nor left, but stood her ground. Tony, now slightly worried, stood and through the laptop at her. Amanda allowed the machine to hit her in the chest and bounce to the floor. She picked it up and opened the lid. The screen came to life, a picture of a little boy with his penis exposed. Amanda snapped the computer shut and said, "You're a sick fuck, Tony," and then grasping the machine in both hands and using her two thumbs as focal points, snapped the laptop in half and tossed them in the corner of the room. Amanda advanced on the man and he backed away until he bumped into the wall. "No, please, don't hurt me, please go," the man begged. Amanda only chuckled, and then Tony screamed. The muscle goddess reached forward and took the man's tongue between her thumb and index finger and pulled on it. Immediately his screaming stopped. Amanda put her free hand on the man's chest and continued to pull. Tony tried pounding his fists against Amanda's arm, then her chest, much to no avail. She continued and was rewarded with his tongue being pulled from its root. Instantly blood filled his mouth and she tossed the severed tongue in the corner with the remnants of the laptop. His eyes rolled back in his head and he passed out. Amanda carried the man to the bedroom and laid him on the bed. She wadded up a pair of the man's cotton briefs that she had found in a dresser drawer and thrust them in his mouth to stem the flow of blood. There was no reason to tie him to the bed; she'd take care of any escape attempts. She removed her leggings and top, leaving her boots on. She didn't want any blood to get on her clothes. Amanda brought a straight back wooden chair into the bedroom from the dining room. She sat on it backwards, the back facing the bed. In the bottom drawer of the dresser where she had found the underwear, was a stash of twenty or thirty pornographic magazines. Most dealt with children but a few were of adults, some showing bondage. Amanda leafed through one of these while she sat and waited for Tony to regain consciousness. In one picture, a woman was dressed in a latex 'catsuit' carrying a whip while she looked at a man chained across a table. While the woman was nowhere as big or well defined as Amanda, Amanda found the picture erotic and thought, 'I need to get one of those catsuits'. She tossed the magazine aside as Tony began to come around. "Shh," she said as he made a muffled sound into his gag, "Don't try to talk, I've taken your tongue out and you have a gag in your mouth." Amanda stood up and as Tony took in her awesome body, his eyes widened. She smiled down at him. "You like what you see, don't you Tony?" Amanda asked, and flexed her biceps. She looked from one to the other then ran the tip of her tongue over her left mound. "Now I have to ensure that you're not going to run on me, Tony, while I have my 'play time'." She lifted his right leg and as she did, Tony tried to kick her. "Oh, Tony," she said sympathetically while holding his leg, "you shouldn't struggle, it will only make it worse for you." Amanda grasped his foot in both hands and twisted, breaking his ankle. A muffled scream was all that was heard. She allowed his leg to drop to the bed as he tried to curl into a fetal position. Amanda then took his right arm and holding it, took his right hand in hers and squeezed, crushing and breaking the bones in that hand. She released his hand and he drew it in to his chest, cradling it with his left arm. He began rocking back and forth on the bed. Amanda walked around to the opposite side of the bed, the side the man was facing. As she got nearer, he mumbled something. "What," Amanda said, and again, a muffled sound came from the man. "Why?" Amanda asked him and he managed to shake his head. She smiled, "Because I can, Tony, I'm doing this because I can." The muscle goddess reached down and taking his penis and scrotum in her hand through his trousers squeezed them till a dark stain began to spread across the fabric. Tony had passed out again. She went back to her chair and sat briefly, but was becoming bored waiting. She noticed that by the bedside clock, she had been here nearly an hour. She stood up and taking the chair in her arms, crushed it against her massive chest. The wooden chair, reduced to rubble, some pieces no bigger than a match stick. Amanda turned the man so his head was off the side of the bed. She straddled his head and brought his nose and mouth in touch with her pussy, then began to tighten her quads. She felt his skull crack and she released her grip on him. As she turned to look down at what was left of him, she drove a fist into his nose, shattering it. Blood oozed from the man's face, soaking the mattress. She then hit the man in the chest with a hard packed left fist, cracking his sternum. Amanda felt for a pulse, but found none. She went to the bathroom and toweled off what little blood had splattered on her, then studied her reflection in the medicine cabinet mirror. She opened the cabinet and tossed bottles and containers on the floor, and tore the medicine cabinet from the wall and the shower curtain and rod from their moorings. Back in the bedroom, she quickly dressed. She then went to his closet, ripping clothes from the hangers, shoes from there rack and a suitcase, which she drove a fist through. Back in the bedroom she lifted the mattress and box springs spilling the deceased Tony onto the floor, pulled drawers from the dresser and tipped over the cabinet. Next, in the kitchen, she opened the cupboard with the plates, saucers and glassware and sent them crashing to the floor. The living room was next and she upended a couch and an end table. She threw a lamp against one wall and bent a fireplace poker in half. She picked up an old TV and lifting it above her head, threw it to the corner of the room where the glass front shattered. Passing the dining room table, she drove her fist through the wooden top, causing the table to collapse in the middle. She looked back into the house before stepping out the back door and thought, 'Yeah, looks like a home invasion. Hopefully the cops will think so anyway.' As she walked back to her car she thought, 'Damn that felt good destroying that pervert and his house.' Before getting in her car, she peeled the gloves from her hands, folding them inside out so no blood would be transferred to her car. 'Hopefully I didn't leave any prints,' she thought, as she drove home. She was greeted at the door by Howard, clad in his typical satin panties. This pair was a dark plum color. "Good evening, mistress," Howard said. "Hello, Howard," Amanda said as she kicked off her boots, "Is John here?" "Yes, mistress," Howard replied, "he's in the great room." "Send him to my room," Amanda said, as she removed her top. "Yes, mistress," Howard replied as he gathered up her boots and top. Amanda padded to her bedroom where she peeled off her leggings. She was examining herself in the mirror when I wrapped on the door. "You wanted to see me, Amanda?" "Yes," she said, never taking her eyes off her reflection in the mirror, "I beat a man to death and need to relax, I need you, John." "Yes, mistress," I said, and knowing full well what she meant, began to undress. Amanda turned and slowly padded toward me. I stood rooted in place watching her movements, slow and graceful like a big cat. When she was standing in front of me she ran an arm around my back and then down to my butt, squeezing it gently. She tilted her head a bit and kissed me softly on the lips, probing inside my mouth with her tongue. When we parted our lips she whispered, "Don't get hard until I tell you." That would be an impossibility, I knew, but I also knew what the consequences would be if I failed. She put her hands behind her head and stood with her feet shoulder width apart and said, "Pleasure me, John, pleasure your mistress." I got to my knees in front of her and gently toyed with her clit, flicking the fold of skin, and then taking it in my lips, sucking greedily, all the while my hands roamed the rock hard legs. I traced the large veins in her legs with my fingertips as her 'clit muscle', as she called it, grew. "Jack me off, John," she said, "I want to come in your mouth." I took her swollen clit and stroked her shaft while tonguing her vagina. She erupted within minutes, sending a torrent of her cum into my eager mouth. "Ahh," she sighed, "You are a marvelous lover." "Thank you, mistress," I said as I swallowed the last of her juices. She pulled away from me and said, "You may get hard now." And as she retreated to the bed, my erection started. I hadn't disappointed her after all. Amanda lay on the bed, her tanned body in stark contrast to the cream colored silk sheets. I stood where she had left me, my erection growing. "Come to me, John, take me, let your mistress milk you," she said and I eagerly went to the bed and her massive arms. I began to slowly insert my shaft into her waiting vagina, but was pulled in at her pace by her well developed vaginal muscles. Amanda's breathing quickened as she took in my fourteen inch cock. The feeling of being 'milked', as she called it is indescribable. I can say that after twenty minutes I gave up my load as she whispered in my ear, "Come for me, John, fill your mistress, I'm ready to climax." I lay locked in her arms as her body slowed, her tight vaginal muscles still holding my penis fast within. "Thank you, John," she said, "you're a good lover. I needed that after beating that pervert to death," and she proceeded to tell me about how she had beaten the man and what she did to his house. As she related her story to me I found myself getting another erection. Amanda looked in my eyes and smiled. "I see my story has turned you on," she said, "so let me tell you that beating him to death gave me a rush. When I pulled his tongue out of his mouth he passed out, but after he came to, he was asked why I was beating him, and you know what I said, John?" "No, mistress, what," I asked. "I told him it was just because I could," Amanda said, "Just because I could." And as she related that to me, I came once more. We lay there a while longer, me caressing that magnificent body, my fingers playing over the warm, hard muscles. She said, "I need to get something to eat, but I want you to clean that cum out of me." I knelt between those huge thighs and bent to do her bidding. I summoned Maria who met Mistress Amanda and me in the kitchen. Maria was use to preparing meals on short notice and at all hours. "Yes, mistress," Maria said as she tied an apron around her waist, "what may I get for you?" Amanda told her what she wanted and as we sat waiting for Maria to prepare her meal, Amanda said, "That Tony had a magazine that I glanced at while I was waiting for him to wake up. It had a picture of a woman wearing a 'catsuit'. I want to get one." "I could check on-line," I said, "to see would carry them." "I know someone, mistress," Maria said as she brought Amanda's food to the table, "A cousin of mine is a seamstress, and she could make one for you. She's made everything from ball gowns to bathing suits and does costuming for plays." "That sounds perfect, Maria," Amanda said, "Why don't you have her come by one night. But, please, just tell her that your employer wants to have something made." "I understand, mistress," Maria said. Ava, Maria's cousin, came later in the week. Ava, unlike petite Maria, was tall, 5'-7" with short black hair. Howard in his customary thong, showed her into Amanda's office. Amanda, Rhonda, Maria and I were seated there. As Ava was shown in, I noticed her eyes widen. Amanda noticed too and delighted in the surprise on her face. The four of us were clad only in briefs, the three women with bikini bottoms and I wearing a thong that barely contained my cock. Amanda stood as she entered, "Ah, Ava, thank you for coming, welcome, I'm Amanda. Maria said that you're an excellent seamstress," Amanda said, "is that true?" "I've done well," Ava said, taking in the four of us in the room, "but I like the more challenging assignments rather than the average house dress or blouse." "Well," Amanda said, "I believe I have a project that you'll enjoy then. What I need is a 'catsuit' for myself and one for Rhonda." Rhonda stood and shook Ava's hand. "Hello, Ava," Rhonda said, "I'm Rhonda." Rhonda was Ava's height, but that is where the similarity ended. Where Ava was slight in built, Rhonda's muscularity was well defined, and when compared to Amanda, who at 6'-0" seemed to dwarf Ava, the visitor almost appeared to be emaciated. "It's good to meet you," Ava said to Rhonda and Amanda, then turning to her cousin, "thanks for recommending me, Maria." Maria smiled and went to embrace her cousin. "I couldn't recommend anyone else Ava, when Mistress Amanda needed a seamstress," Maria said, "I've seen you work magic with material, needles and thread." Ava smiled, "Thanks again." Amanda turned to me, "Ava, this is John." I stood and Ava's eyes dropped to my thong and the bulge within. I shook her hand and said, "It's good to meet you, Ava." "It's nice to meet you too, John," Ava said, again stealing a look at my thong. "John is our resident stud," Amanda said, and turned back to see a blush on Ava's face. "Forgive Mistress Amanda," I told Ava, "She likes to go for the shock value," and smiled at the muscle goddess. "Well," Ava said, "Miss Bennett, perhaps I should take some measurements." "Please, call Rhonda and me, 'Mistress'," Amanda said, then added, "Maria, why don't you get us some refreshments." "Yes, mistress," Maria said and left. Ava sat her bag down and removed a tape measure and notepad. "Who shall I start with first, mistress," she asked. "You may start with Rhonda," Amanda said. Ava began her measurements of Rhonda. Width across her shoulders, waist, length from shoulder to wrist, etc. "What did you have in mind for a material," Ava asked. "The material needs to be extremely flexible," Rhonda said, "and fit snug to our bodies, but able to expand, do you know of such a material?" "I may," Ava said, "I'll have to do a little research, but I think I know of one fabric house that may have something you like." "I hope so," Amanda said. Ava took Rhonda's measurements, jotting notes as she did. Once she was done, Rhonda left and as she was doing so, Maria entered with a tray containing coffee and homemade cookies. Ava glanced at the tray then said, "Still making your mother's cookies, I see." Maria said, "Yes, everyone seems to love them. Will that be all, Mistress?" "Yes, Maria, thank you," Amanda said, "Once Ava's done here, we'll let you know so that you may chat." Ava began with Amanda as she had with Rhonda. "If I may say, mistress, your measurements are impressive," Ava said. "Thank you, Ava," Amanda said and flexed her bicep, "this is why it's important for Mistress Rhonda and me to have a material that is flexible and able to give." Ava placed her tape around Amanda's flexed arm. "Nineteen inches," she said, and ran a hand lovingly over the swollen muscle, "and hard as a rock." Amanda smiled and said, "Yes, they are, and I love to show them off." "I can see why," Ava said, "I've never seen a woman, or a man for that matter as powerfully built as you, mistress." Ava knelt, Amanda's upper body and torso having been measured. She wrapped her tape around Amanda's thigh, and then rechecked the measurement. "Twenty-nine inches," Ava said, "that's huge." "Yes," Amanda said, "and strong. I've crushed a man to death just using my legs." At that, Ava looked up at Amanda, and the muscle goddess said, "Pull down my trunks, Ava, and worship my clit." "Wh-what?" she said. "You heard me, take me in your mouth and pleasure my pussy," Amanda said, "I know you want to." Now Ava looked over at me and I said, "Go on make love to your mistress." Ava put a finger into the elastic waistband of Amanda's bikini bottom and pulled it down to the floor. Amanda stepped out of the trunks and stood with her legs apart. Ava reached up, and with a hand clasping Amanda's thighs, touched her tongue to that hidden 'she-cock'. I removed my thong and tossed it on the couch, then went to Amanda and flicked her hard nipple with my tongue. She tilted her head back, lost in her aroused senses. I felt myself becoming erect as my hands explored Amanda's muscular torso. A hand gripped my cock and slowly began to stroke me. I glanced down and Ava was pleasuring Amanda's 'she-cock' which was a meaty 8-inch while masturbating me. As Amanda's breathing increased, Ava's stroking increased. Both Amanda and I climaxed as one, Ava being the recipient of both of our juices. "You did well, my pet," Amanda told Ava, "Please, finish with your measurements," and to me she said as she took my now semi-erect cock, "John, this is my property and you are not to share it without my permission, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I said obediently. She gave my penis a squeeze and I winced. Amanda chuckled and said, "If you didn't please me as much as you do, John, I would rip this off," and she chuckled once more, releasing her hold on me. I retrieved my thong and put it on, the soft material feeling cool on my aching cock. Ava finished her measurements of Amanda and she said, "John, why don't you take Ava to Maria, but keep that dick of yours in its place, do you understand?" "Yes, mistress," I said. Ava gathered her tape and notepad and we went to find Maria. I found her in the kitchen, cleaning the stovetop. She stopped and turned as Ava and I entered. "I'll let you two chat," I said, "Maria, you may show Ava out when you're done, OK?" "Yes, master John," she said. Ava and Maria began speaking in rapid Spanish. Ava had questions about Amanda and the household. Maria answered honestly, and then asked how Ava's meeting went. "Mistress Amanda scares me," Ava said, "she made me make love to her, how do you call it, 'she-cock'. I've never seen anything like that before." Maria said, "No, and you never will. Mistress Amanda is very powerful. When she wants something, she gets it, Ava, but working here has its rewards. Master John and I have had sex numerous times." "I'd be careful if I were you, Maria," Ava warned, "Don't let Amanda catch you with John, she could crush you like a bug." Maria laughed and said, "She knows that John and I do it, but that's just one of the benefits of living here," and she laughed again. The cousins talked a while longer then Maria walked her to the door. "Call me when you have the 'catsuits' ready," Maria said, "I'll let the mistress' know." "I will," Ava said and gave Maria a kiss on the cheek, her hand brushing one of Maria's bare breasts as she embraced her.