Eve - Muscle Mistress
Chapter 12
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com


When my neighbors are attacked on the beach, I step in and deal with the
situation in the only way that will result in justice, thus sparing the court
and the judicial system the unneeded expense of a trial.

I also find a willing recruit to the world of domination.

I was at the beach house going over some improvements I wanted to make to the
pool and back yard with Annika. It was a typical Orange County day; cloudless
sky with temperatures in the eighties. Since the back yard is secluded from
the neighbors, Annika and I were as we were at the main house, naked. It was
good to feel the rays of the sun on our bare shoulders and legs.

"Do you think Urbano can handle the landscape portion of the work?" Annika
asked, "It may cut down on the cost." "I'd much rather pay a little more and
have it done professionally," I said, "Besides, he has enough to keep him busy
at the main house."

Music was coming from the neighbor's backyard, soft rock. "Have you met the
neighbors," I asked. "No, not really," Annika replied. "They came to the door
the day I got the keys, nice middle age couple," I said, "they told me that
everyone keeps to themselves in the neighborhood." "They do," Annika said, "I
don't see many people on the street, only down by the main street and the
beach, of course."

"Eve, is that you?" Barbie called from her backyard. Annika and I exchanged
glances before I answered and then I said, "Yes, Barbie, how are you?" "Fine,
fine, dear, but I wanted to let you know that Ben is in the hospital," she
said, "Do you have a minute to come over?" Again I exchanged looks with Annika
and then shrugged. "Yes, I'll be over in a minute," I said. "Thanks, I'll
unlock the front door, just let yourself in, I'll be in the backyard," she
called out.

"Let's go, get your suit on," I told Annika softly. "What, me?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, "You might as well meet her, beside, I can say we were going to
the beach so we can leave, but I do want to hear what's wrong with Ben."

We put bathing suits on and went next door. As Barbie had said, the front door
was open and Annika and I found her in her backyard a glass of wine at her
elbow, two empty glasses nearby.

"Thank you for coming," she said, "I don't normally drink alone and I wanted
to have a glass of wine, I've been so worried about Ben." She held up a bottle
of cabernet and I nodded, not that I wanted a drink. She poured a glass for
each of us.

"Barbie, this is Annika, Annika, Barbie," I said, making the introductions,
"Annika takes care of the house while I'm on business or at my main house."
"Yes," I said, "I believe I've seen you from the front window. You have that
cute Mustang, don't you?" "Yes," Annika said, smiling and taking Barbie's
extended hand. Barbie looked from Annika to me and said, "I just can't get
over how muscular you are; both of you." I smiled and said, "We like to work
out, now please tell me about Ben."

"Please, sit down," she said and took a long drink from her wine glass. We sat
at her patio table. "Well," she began, "the other night, we were walking on
the beach. It was almost nine o'clock and we had it pretty much to our self,
or so we thought." Barbie finished her glass and poured more. "That's when we
nearly stumbled on a couple lying on the sand." She looked at us to see if we
understood.

"Were they making love," Annika asked. Barbie nodded. "And then what
happened?" I asked. "It startled Ben and me," Barbie said, "But the man got up
quickly. He said, he was going to kill us," and tears began to run down
Barbie's cheeks. I looked from her to Annika and back and said, "Go on,
Barbie, then what happened?" "He had a bottle in his hand, a broken bottle. He
sort of stumbled toward us, and I managed to step aside, but poor Ben wasn't
as quick. The man stabbed him in the chest with the broken bottle, and then
once more in the stomach."

"And then what happened, Barbie," Annika asked. "He turned and ran off," she
said, and took another drink of wine. "What about the woman that he was having
sex with?" I asked. Barbie stared at me for almost a full minute and then
finished her wine in one gulp. "She was dead. The man had stabbed her
repeatedly with the broken bottle. Killed her, but was having sex with her,"
she said, slightly slurring her words, "What a twisted son of a bitch."

I reached for the nearly empty bottle of wine, not because I wanted any, but I
wanted Barbie to stop drinking. I poured the remainder of the wine in Annika's
glass and mine.

"What do the police say?" Annika asked. "They said they'd try and identify the
man through his DNA from the women's body, if he's in the system," Barbie
said, "He took the broken bottle with him, so no fingerprints, but I just
can't help thinking I've seen him somewhere before." "Really?" I asked. "I
just can't remember," Barbie said.

"And your husband, what does the doctor say?" Annika asked. "They think he'll
make a full recovery. He lost a lot of blood, but they're optimistic," Barbie
said. "That's good, Barbie," I said, patting her hand, "If you can think of
where you saw the man before, let me know, OK?" She nodded.

Annika and I got to our feet, taking our glasses with us. "We'll see ourselves
out," I said, and walked into the kitchen and poured our un-drank wine into
the sink. "That's too bad about her husband," Annika said as we stepped
outside. "Yes, it is," I replied, "I wish she could think of where she saw
that man before, I'd like to take care of him." We walked back to my house.

"I'm going to the hospital to see how Ben is," I told Annika once we were
inside, "If Barbie remembers where she saw that guy at, let me know. I'll talk
to you later." I transported myself to the hospital, near the main entrance.
People entering and exiting are generally not too observant so my sudden
appearance didn't raise suspicion.

Dressed in lose fitting slacks and a conservative burnt orange T-shirt, I
inquired at the information desk as to where I might find Ben. Several minutes
later, I stepped into his room. He appeared to be resting comfortably, but as
I turned to leave he said in a shallow voice, "Eve? Please, don't go." I
turned back. "Hi, Ben," I said, "How are you holding up?" "Ah, you know, doing
OK," he said. "I spoke with Barbie, she told me what happened," I said. He
nodded, and said, "We almost stepped on them, or him, anyway. She was already
dead, I guess."

"Did you recognize him?" I asked. "That's the funny part," Ben said, "and I
told the cops this too, both Barbie and I think we've seen him somewhere
before, but neither of us can put a finger on it." "Do you think it was from
around the neighborhood, maybe at the beach?" I asked. He didn't say anything
for a full minute and then said, "He had a tattoo on his bicep, a bulldog, I
think." "Did you tell the police that," I asked. He shook his head, "But I
will when they come by again. It's funny how things come back to you in
flashes." I nodded, and patted the back of his hand, "I'm sure it was a
terrible experience."

"It was, Eve," he said, "I just wish we would have gotten there before he
killed that poor woman. Maybe we could have prevented it." "Don't hold
yourself to blame for the woman's death, you had nothing to do with that," I
told him. "No, but just the same," Ben said, "If we had been a little earlier,
maybe she'd be alive today."

"I better be off," I said. "Thank you for stopping by," Ben said, "it was good
of you to come." I smiled and turned to leave. "Car wash," he said, "It might
have been at the car wash." I turned around and said, "Be sure to tell the
police, Ben," and then walked out of his room.

I transported myself to the beach house. "Where's the nearest car wash," I
asked Annika as I walked through the door. She paused, a dust rag in her hand
and said, "There's one at Pacific Coast Highway and Camino Capistrano," she
said. "Thanks," I said and got in my car, heading for the car wash.

I pulled in and went into the office, looking at the merchandise, but keeping
a look out for a man with a bulldog tattoo. I looked at the cars going through
the wash rack on the other side of a glass partition, but I didn't see him, so
I walked outside, studying the workers. I was about to think Ben was wrong
when I saw a man getting out of the rear seat of a SUV, a towel in each hand.
When he turned the corner at the rear of the car I caught sight of the tattoo.
I took a seat on a bench where other customers were waiting for their cars to
be finished. He held up a towel and a man from the next bench got up and
approached the SUV. They exchanged a few words and I saw the man give 'bulldog
tattoo' a bill which he promptly put in his shirt pocket.

He tossed the towel he had been using into a washing machine and headed for
the wash rack. As he stepped out of sight, I got up and followed, being
careful not to be obvious.

I found him behind the wash rack, a cigarette in hand. He was gazing off into
space, so he didn't see me approach. I stopped about three feet behind him and
when he tossed his cigarette in the direction of the other thousand that
littered the ground; he must have sensed my presents.

He jumped slightly at first sight of me. "Who are you?" he asked. "A friend of
the man you stabbed last night," I said, and as I did, his eyes began to look
left and then right, looking for the best escape route. "I don't know what
you're talking about, lady," he said. "My friend says otherwise," I told him.

He put his hands up in front of him. "Whoa, are you a cop?" he asked. I smiled
and said, "No, just a friend." "Well, then I don't have to talk to you," he
sneered and began backing away.

I grabbed his throat, holding him in place. I didn't know how much time I had,
but I doubted it was long. I would have liked to take my time and inflict a
lot of pain, but I would have to make this quick.

I lifted him off the ground and he began to move his legs as if treading
water. I turned him to a steel column and held him against it. "You killed a
woman and it's only a matter of time until your DNA will tie you to the
murder," I told him, "You also stabbed my friend with that broken bottle. I
would love to take may time and make you suffer, but I'm going to have to be
quick about this." He was trying to shake his head, his hands frantically
gripping my wrist as if he could dislodge himself from my grasp.

"You're a worthless piece of crap," I said as I drove my free fist into his
midsection. What little breath that escaped his throat was a hoarse whisper. I
drove my fist into his penis and scrotum. His face became bright red. My third
blow broke several ribs and his head slowly lulled to one side. He was
unconscious.

Holding him against my body, I reached around his jaw, cupping it in my palm
and quickly pulled back on my arm, breaking his neck. I looked around still
cradling the man against my body when I spotted a void between a motor and an
electrical service panel. The space was perhaps a foot wide. I wedged his body
in the void. 'A quick death is better than what he deserved,' I thought as I
walked back to my car unnoticed.

I sat behind the wheel of my car for a few minutes and then drove to the
vacuum station. "Interest you in a wax today," the man at the vacuum station
asked as two others opened the doors and began to vacuum the interior. "No
thanks," I said, and he handed me a receipt. "Just pay inside, ma'am," he
said. I smiled and walked into the office and gave the girl the ticket.

"Thank you," she said not looking at me, "That will be $12.50 for the standard
wash." I handed her a twenty dollar bill and she looked at it, and then up at
me, her lips making a silent, 'Oh'. I had seen that before when meeting men
and women for the first time. I know my size is intimidating to some.

She broke her stare and got my change from the register. "Would you like a
receipt, ma'am?" she asked. "No, what I would like though is for you and I to
go in the office there and let you make love to my 'she-cock'," I said nodding
in the direction of the office behind where she sat. "I, err, I mean, I'm not
allowed to, ah, let customers ... " she stammered before I put a finger to her
lips to silence her. "Let's go," I said, taking her hand.

She closed and locked the register and then with a key, opened to the door to
the small office. Closed circuit TV's showed every inch of the place,
including the spot where I had killed 'bulldog'. That screen was labeled
'Camera 4'.

She turned to face me as I shut the door, locking it behind me. The girl
before me was five feet tall with a thin build. I would have been surprised if
she weighed a hundred pounds. By the time she had turned I had discarded the
pants and top I had been wearing. Her breath caught and she involuntarily put
a hand to her mouth.

"Don't be afraid, sweetie, I won't hurt you," I said putting her long auburn
hair behind her ear, "get down and make love to my clit, I need to climax and
I want you to swallow all of my juices." "But, I've never ... ," she began to
say and I put a finger to her lips. "Shh," I said, silencing her, "There's a
first time for everyone, besides, you like my muscles, don't you?" I knew she
did, and she nodded. I flecked my bicep for her and said, "You may feel it if
you like, go on, squeeze it." She tried and her small hand didn't begin to
cover my bicep. I laughed softly and then wrapped my arms around her and gave
her a passionate kiss on the lips, my tongue exploring her mouth. When I broke
the kiss I gently pushed down on her shoulders and said, "Now pleasure your
mistress, baby, stroke my clit and make me come."

She knelt and looked at my clit. "Do you have a boyfriend," I asked. She
nodded. "Does he have a big cock?" I asked. She nodded. "Six inches?" I asked.
She looked back up at me briefly and nodded once more. "And have you gone down
on him?" I asked. She nodded. "Well, then, you know what to do." She began by
kissing my pubis as well as fingering me. Soon I was becoming erect. I looked
at the DVD recorder, its red light on the front indicating that it was on.

Fully erect, my clit is about six-inches and as thick as a man's penis. "Hmm,"
the young girl said as she lapped and sucked my 'she-cock'. "Do you like
that," I asked. Without stopping she nodded and I chuckled. "I'm going to
climax, baby, I want you to take my sweet cum and swallow it." While holding
her head against my clit, I reached over with my free hand and stopped the
DVD, then ejected the disk and crushed it in the palm of my hand as I squirted
and she sucked me dry. She was a remarkable lover.

As she stood, her fingers explored my muscles. "Would you like to feel my cock
inside you?" I asked. "Y-yes, ma'am," she said softly. I put a finger to her
lips and said, "You will call me, mistress, my pet," I told her. "Yes,
mistress," she said.

"That's a good girl," I said, "now turn around." She did and I threw the
remnants of the disk in the trash that was near overflowing with paper coffee
cups and other trash. I pulled her pants down and took her from behind. She
gasped as I entered her and I grabbed the back of her hair. I began to thrust
until I was fully inside her.

She climaxed once in the first five minutes and I leaned forward and said, "I
could last for hours, but I need to be somewhere, my pet, so I'm going to
come." I increased the tempo and filled her with my cum. As soon as I was
finished, I left the office, leaving her still bent over the desk, catching
her breath. As I exited I clad myself in leggings, ankle boots and silk
blouse.

My car had been washed and dried and sat by itself at the edge of the lot. I
walked toward it and a man with a couple of drying towels rushed over and held
the door open for me. I tipped him and got in as a patrol car turned in the
driveway. I waited for him to drive by before pulling onto the street. 'That
was close,' I thought as I drove back to the beach house, 'I hope that makes
up for the pain that that man inflicted on Ben.'

I got home and rather than going to my house, knocked on Barbie's door. She
answered the door after a minute, looking fatigued. "Oh," she said, "Eve,
you're back." "Yes," I said, "I just wanted to ask if you ever took your car
to the carwash." "Why, yes, every Thursday," she said, "they give a discount
on Thursdays, why?" "I went to see Ben at the hospital and he thought maybe
that's where you two recognized the man from," I said. She looked at me and
then off into space for a minute and then said, "I think he's right, the
carwash. I'll have to tell the police." "That's a good idea, Barbie," I told
her, "I hope they find the man. Well, I have to run." "Alright," she said,
"I'm going to call the detective that's been assigned our case and tell him
right now about the man at the carwash." "That's a good idea," I said as I
turned and left.

As a follow up to this story, I heard that the police had found the man's
body, and that his autopsy photograph was positively identified by both Barbie
and Ben. The DNA recovered from the body of the dead woman on the beach was a
match with the man's DNA and that they had been seen drinking previously that
night at a local bar by the beach.

I was glad I took a mugger and potential murderer off the street. Whether his
rage was fueled by alcohol, drugs or lust, the world was a better place
without him.

Annika began taking her Mustang to the carwash on Thursday's. The clerk had
stopped charging her after Annika made the girl her 'slave'. I had told Annika
about my experience with the young girl and, although Annika was physically
smaller than me, she had no problem dominating her.

Annika also said that the girl was surprised that there was no CD in the
recorder when the police asked to review the security footage. She was unable
to explain why the owner failed to put a new disk into the machine.
Overlooking the obvious, no one ever thought to look in the trash can.

If you would like to read more of the adventures of Eve, Muscle Mistress, you
may find them in Diana's Library on the bookshelf titled, 'Muscle Fan'. Also
if you have a story line that may fit into the Eve series, I would like to
hear it.

Thanks,

Muscle Fan

covert.1@hotmail.com