Worship Me Part 15
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 47

I met with John and Gwen when another packet arrived from Lt. Bowman. This
case involved two people, Al and Gina Conley, who were methamphetamine
cookers. The husband and wife team were involved in the manufacture,
distribution and sale of meth, specifically to school age kids out in the
valley. They each had a substantial rap sheet, but had always avoided getting
a big sentence because no one would testify.

As before, pictures were provided as well as the address of their lab/house.

I drove to the house that evening and noticed a lot of activity on their
street. Cars would pull up and leave; the transactions taking well under a
minute to conduct. The house was run down single story model set among other
run down homes. I wondered if the neighbors had an idea about what was going
on out of the house, to me it seemed like a 'no-brainer.'

'This appears straight forward enough,' I thought, but one never knew when
dealing with meth addicts.

I drove by the house one more time, this time about 10:00 at night. The house
still had an occasional car pull to a stop, but nothing like earlier. I
decided to sit and watch for a minute. What helped was there were no street
lights on this residential street and plenty of large trees that helped create
shadows.

At about 11:00, the last car pulled away from the curb. It looked like that
was going to be it for the night. The boy who had been handling the
transactions curb side walked to the front door and knocked. He handed over
the remaining product and a fistful of cash. Al tore off some of the bills and
handed them back to the kid. Minutes later the lights went out in the house. I
thought I'd give them fifteen minutes or so to drift off to sleep.

Keeping to the shadows, I crept around back. I tried the back door but found
it locked. On the side of the house, however, I found a window ajar and slid
it up. It was an old casement window, but moved up without making too much
noise.

The living room floor creaked. I tried to be as quiet as possible traversing
to the hallway. Slowly walking down the hallway, I listened for any running
feet or muffled conversation. Hearing nothing, I continued on. I pushed open
the first door I came to and found a bedroom that had chemicals, equipment,
and paraphernalia stacked from floor to ceiling. I stepped in and ripped the
cords from a couple of lamps to use as ties and found cotton gauze to use as
gags.

A bathroom opened off the hallway next. Empty except for an empty syringe
lying on the sink between the tub and the toilet.

I continued down the hall to what I assumed was the master bedroom and pushed
the door open. Rather than finding a bed, nightstands and the couple, I found
a full laboratory that would make a high school chemistry teacher swoon. 'What
the hell,' I thought, 'where were Al and Gina?' I hadn't missed a door, and
the spare bedroom only had containers in it. 'Could they be hiding?' I
thought. Then I spotted the closet door.

I tiptoed to the door and put my ear to it and heard the sound of light
snoring. I opened it slowly. There on a couple of camp cots were Al and Gina,
dead to the world, well, not quite yet.

Gina was closest to the door, so I grabbed her putting a hand over her mouth
so as not to wake Al. She struggled to no avail while I carried her down the
hall to the spare room and tied her up and put the gauze gag in her mouth.

"Be quiet Gina, and listen, I'm going to go have a little talk with Al, do you
understand?" I asked. She nodded and I left, leaving the door open so she
could better hear what went on.

Chapter 48

I went back for Al and tied him up, hands behind his back. It took him a
minute or two to come fully awake. "Who are you," he asked. "You may call me
Mistress Pain or just mistress, it really doesn't matter," I said, "Now, where
do I want to begin?" "Where's Gina?" he asked. "Gina is in the other room, Al"
I said. "Do you want money," he asked. "Sure," I said, "doesn't everyone? But
I didn't come here for that." "Look," he said, "we've got money, lots of
money, and you can have it if you let us go." "Thanks, Al, I could take your
money if I wanted to, but I came here for something else", I said. "Yeah,
yeah, you came for some drugs," Al said, "if you let me go I'll give you some
meth, baby." "Al, are you high?" I asked, and I looked at his dilated pupils.

I took Al out of the closet and down the hall to the bathroom, across from
where Gina was. I left the bathroom door open so that Gina could watch from
across the hall. I tied Al's wrist to the shower rod that seemed pretty well
anchored to the wall, then I pulled his pajama bottoms down.

"You are a skinny little thing, Al and so is your cock," I taunted and
chuckled. Al, who was having trouble touching the floor while suspended from
the shower rod said, "Come on lady, let me go, I can give you meth or 'H' or
whatever you want." "What I want," I said, "I got already."

I took one ankle in the palm of my right hand and brought it up, then with my
left hand, I put it on his knee cap and with one swift motion, pushed
downward, snapping his joint. Al yelled with pain even though he was high on
drugs. "I bet that hurt, Al," I said.

I kicked off my ankle boots and unzipped my black Spandex 'cat suit' that I
was wearing. "Wh-what are you doing," he asked. "Just making myself more
comfortable," I said, "we're going to be here a while." 'Wh-what do you mean,"
he asked. "What I mean is, I want to take my time; enjoy my work, feel my
power and get off when I'm done," I said. "You, your nuts, lady," Al said.

"Hmm, nuts, huh?" I said, "Maybe." And I reached out and crushed his testicles
with my right hand. Again he screamed with pain.

"Al, baby, hang in there, don't give up," Gina said. I laughed, "Oh, Gina,
you're priceless," I said, "hang in there? You're telling him to hang in
there?" and I looked at Al suspended from the shower rod. "That's too much," I
said. Gina had apparently worked the gag out of her mouth, 'Well, no matter,'
I thought.

I glanced at the medicine cabinet above the sink and swung the door open.
"Here, Al, take a look at yourself, hanging there, don't you see the humor in
that?" I said. Then I noticed the foil wrapped packets. I slammed the cabinet
shut. "Damn drugs," I said aloud, and turned and drove a fist into Al's
kidney. I hit him again with my left, then a right to the ribs and a left to
the pelvis. I probably shattered bones each time I hit him for he now hung
there limp and unresponsive.

I filled a cup with water and threw it in his face. He seemed to come around
although his abdomen and ribs were a mass of black and blue.

"Do you like my muscles, Al?" I asked. "What," he said. "I asked if you like
my muscles." "No, you look like a dyke," he said.

"Al, no, baby, he didn't mean that, honest, he didn't, tell her you didn't
mean it, Al," Gina said. "Please, don't hit him anymore."

"Did you mean it, Al, do you think I look like a dyke?" I asked. "Al, just
tell her 'No', please baby," Gina pleaded. "Yes, you look like a dyke," Al
finally said, and Gina from across the hall wailed.

I chuckled and went to the toilet and raised the seat and shot a stream of
piss into the bowl, gently holding my clit to direct it. When I was done I
said, "Hmm, I have to hand it to you, Al, for a guy with no balls, all of a
sudden you grew a pair." I flushed the toilet.

I went across the hall and picked up Gina and sat her on a large cardboard
box. I ripped open the front of her night gown and threw it on the floor.
Cupping one of her tits in my left hand I gently squeezed. "Nice," I said.

I took her into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet seat. She could barely
look at Al, his mangled scrotum, dangling left leg and discolored lower body
from where I had repeatedly hit him, were not a pleasant sight.

"Gina, I'm going to let you suck my clit. Would you like that?" I asked,
brushing her hair from her eyes, "I want Al to watch you get me off." "Go
screw yourself," she said. Grabbing her breast I squeezed, breaking blood
vessels and almost instantly turning the skin a yellowish purple. She cried in
pain. "Bitch," I said and taking a handful of her hair, guided her mouth to my
clit. I didn't wait to see if she'd bite me or tongue me, for I ground my clit
into her face, breaking teeth and dislocating her jaw. I rode her face hard
and crushed her jaw with my mighty thighs. In the end, I did climax, drenching
her face and making her gag.

When I stepped back, her jaw hung slack and her nose was broken. I wiped the
gore from my pussy and smeared it across her chest.

I left the bathroom and walked down the hall to the living room. A clock had
been hung on the wall, one of the few wall coverings in the house. I checked
the time; 12:30, it was time to wrap up my assignment. I strode back to the
bathroom and Gina had slid off the toilet and now lay sprawled on the bathroom
floor.

I grabbed a towel from the towel bar and wiped my body with it, then put my
'catsuit' back on as well as my ankle boots. I stepped over Gina and felt Al's
carotid artery for a pulse and found none. I untied Al from the shower rod and
let his body drop into the tub. Next, I grabbed the shower rod by each end and
tore it out of the wall and bent it in half. It felt good to flex my muscles,
it calmed me.

Checking Gina for a pulse, I found she had a faint one, so I snapped her neck.

I took one last look around and found a small safe at the back of the closet
that Al and Gina had been sleeping in. I left it there for the police as well
as the drugs.

Once in my car, I called Lt. Bowman. He answered on the third ring; "Bowman,"
he said. "Hello, lieutenant, did I catch you at a bad time?" I asked. "No"
came his short reply. "I'm done with Al and Gina," I said. "Are they at the
house?" Bowman asked. "Yes, lieutenant, they're in the bathroom," I said,
"Thanks, good night." I hung up.

Chapter 49

The following day I sat down at breakfast with John and Gwen. "So, how'd it go
last night, Jane," John asked. "It went well," I said, "nothing unexpected. I
hope Lt. Bowman is good with our arrangement." "As far as I know he is, he
hasn't said anything to me," John said.

"Do you think he would be displeased with your 'work', Jane," Gwen said. "Not
with the end result, only the means of achieving the end result," I said. She
looked at me quizzically. I said, "Once in a while I get carried away and
leave things a bit, how should I put it, messy."

"I'm sure the lieutenant understands," John said, "I told him your passion for
power." I smiled and thought, 'Yeah, that's me, a passion for power.'

Maria came in with a platter of food. She sat it on the table and was about to
leave when John said, "Maria, please wait a minute. Since we're all together,
I want to get your input on something that has come up," and we all looked
from one to the other. "A client of mine has offered his condo in Maui for a
week," John continued, "would anyone be interested in going on a bit of a
vacation?"

I had never been to Hawaii, but had heard it was marvelous. "Count me in," I
said. "Me too," Gwen said, and we turned to look at Maria. "You mean I can go
too," Maria asked. "Of course, Maria," said John, "we couldn't get by without
you." "Well then count me in," she said.

"I just need to wrap up some lose ends," John said, "Then we can take off,
how's that sound?"

"Wonderful", "Marvelous", "Super", we chimed in.