Worship Me Part 48 By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com Chapter 197 The morning following Kelly's 'kill', I was sitting on the patio having my juice and coffee. Kelly came out and told me all about what had happened and about Rhonda, the black prostitute that Ramon had picked up. Kelly was quite excited but was disappointed that she hadn't made the bastard suffer enough. Roger joined us and listened with interest. Maria and Theresa came out, Theresa carrying a large basket. "This is for you," she said to Kelly, "it is from Eva for taking care of that cancer of a husband. The police notified her this morning that it looked like he fell off a bridge while drunk." "Thank you," Kelly said, "but it was nothing. We'll share this. Tell Eva thank you for the basket." Maria and Theresa went back in the house. "Looks like you made Theresa and Eva very happy," Roger said to Kelly. "That bastard deserved it," Kelly said, "He was cheating on his wife and of course beating her, I just wish I would have punished him more." "You'll learn, Kelly," I said, "every assignment is a little different." Maria came back out carrying one of the cordless phones. "Mistress Jane, it's Major Smith for you," Maria said. "Thank you, Maria," I said taking the phone from her. Jim was calling to tell me that the doctors wanted to ask the three of us some questions and run a few tests. I looked from Roger to Kelly then back again. By the time I was finished talking to Jim, both Kelly and Roger looked concerned. I told them that we were expected in two hours. That the Army wanted to run a few tests and ask us some questions. Since the address Jim gave me was in Long Beach, we went to get dressed. Arriving at Pier J, I gave my name to the guard at the gate. "Just follow the road around to the terminal building on the pier, ma'am," he told me. I drove to the only building in sight, a warehouse looking structure with roll-up doors facing one of the berths. We entered through a door, Kelly having to duck so she wouldn't hit her head. Chapter 198 "Thank you for coming," Major Smith said as we walked through the door and shook each of our hands. He had been standing there with Doctor Margo Turner. "Not a problem, Jim, it's good to see you again," I said. I was wearing a pair of black Spandex leggings that ended well below my navel, black shiny calf length boots and a turquoise Spandex halter. Roger had on a pair of men's khaki walking shorts, running shoes and a button down cotton shirt. Kelly wore a short pleated school girl skirt with a white bikini top and her ankle boots. That may sound like an odd pairing, but with her height, she carried off the look. As I looked around, I could see about a dozen men and women in lab coats walking about, checking equipment and writing in charts. The warehouse had been partitioned off with temporary screens, so there may have been more personnel than I was aware of. "Yes, thank you for coming in," Margo said, "we just want to wrap up a few things; run a couple of tests get some measurements and then talk to you individually and as a group. Do either of you have any questions?" "I don't think so," I said, "sounds like fun." Kelly just shook her head, and Roger said, "Nope, no questions." "Good," Margo said, "let's get started, shall we. First, you'll need to undress and we'll start by taking some measurements. If you'll follow me, I'll turn you over to Doctor Benson." We followed Margo across the open area to three screened enclosures. "You can get undressed in there," Margo said, indicating the cubicles. "That's OK," I said as I unzipped my boots and began removing them, "We don't need the dressing rooms, we're comfortable with each other and our own bodies aren't we?" "Not a problem," Kelly said, getting undressed. Roger merely nodded as he removed his shoes and socks. A tall black man came over and Margo made the introductions. "Doctor Benson will walk you through the testing from here," Margo said, "I'll be circulating around and speak to each of you a little later." "We have gowns," Benson said after Margo left, "if you'd be more comfortable." "We're fine," I said, "unless your personnel are uncomfortable seeing our bodies." "I can assure you," Benson said, "all our personnel are professionals, we're use to the human body." "We'll see about that," Kelly said. I smiled. Chapter 199 The first station was where we were to be weighed, measured and get an overall screening. Dr. Benson and a nurse measured me at 6'-5" and a weight of 285 lbs. 'That sounds like a lot', I thought, 'but it's all muscle.' My biceps are 181/2", waist 24" and thighs of 28". Kelly is 6'-7" and 275 lbs. Her 151/2" biceps, 24" waist and 25" thighs make her an awesome sight. Roger measured only 6'-2" and tipped the scale at 230 lbs. He measured 16" biceps, broad shoulders that taper to a 26" waist, with washboard abdominals. What is noticeable, of course, is his penis. While neither Dr. Benson nor the nurse measured it, I can tell you that it did not go unnoticed by the nurse. Dr. Benson next shepherded us to a restroom located in the corner of the building where we provided a urine sample. We stood, peed in a cup and handed them to a technician who applied a pre-printed label with our names on them. Next came a 'stress' test in which we each ran on a treadmill while having our pulse, heart rate and breathing monitored. Kelly, Roger and I made a sort of competition out of it by seeing who could run the fastest. Kelly, with her long legs, pulled ahead, but I managed to keep up. At the end of 30-minutes neither of the three of us were winded. Dr. Benson walked us to an area where an unusual piece of equipment sat. I had never seen this before, but it looked as if it was a cross between a squat rack and a leg press machine. "This piece of equipment," Dr. Benson told us as we stood there looking at it, "will measure your physical strength. It's designed so that we don't need to add cumbersome plates to a barbell." 'Cumbersome plates my ass,' I thought, 'let's see what this piece of scrap metal can do.' I took my position where Dr. Benson indicated and did a squat motion. A technician was operating a keyboard apparatus and I could feel the resistance increasing. Finally, after 15-minutes, Dr. Benson said, "Jane, that's amazing, you squatted in excess of fifteen hundred pounds. Truly amazing." Kelly squatted nearly twelve-hundred pounds while Roger topped out at only a thousand pounds. A smaller version of the machine was designed to measure arm strength and another for back strength. According to Dr. Benson, we were off the charts in all areas. With the data collected, most of the technicians, nurses and other doctors left. Chapter 200 Dr. Benson was joined by Margo Turner and another psychiatrist, John Larson. "Would the three of you like to get dressed," Dr. Larson asked. We looked at each other, but it was Roger who answered, "No, I think we're OK. We're use to seeing each other naked and usually are around the house." "Very well," Dr. Larson said, and we took seats on one side of the table with the three doctors across from us. "One reason we wanted you three to come in today," Margo said, "aside from collecting physical data, was to see where you are mentally. Mentally in the sense as to whether you are having any problems dealing with your 'gifts', if you will." "Gifts," I said, "Do you mean our superhuman strength? Or did you mean my ability to bend men and women to my will? Or perhaps the fact that I have a tongue that Gene Simons would be proud of," and I stuck my tongue out to its full 10-inch length. "I think she was referring to my 'gift'," Kelly said standing up, while fingering her clit. "See how my 'she-cock' responds to a little attention?" "No," Roger said, "its obvious Margo was talking about my 'gift' of a 14-inch cock, one that even Margo would like to make love to." Margo blushed at this remark. "Please," Dr. Larson said, "Margo was speaking in generalities. We recognize you all have amazing physical strength as well as certain abilities that we don't quite understand." Dr. Benson said, "In fact, I don't believe we knew of your 'she-cock', Kelly, or the fact that you had an elongated tongue, Jane." "Maybe you three should experience first-hand how we deal with our 'gifts'," I said, looking at Dr. Benson, "Come here and worship your muscle goddess, doctor." He stood up, pushing his chair back and as he came to me, he shrugged out of his lab coat. He knelt before my chair as I moved my hips forward to the edge of the seat allowing him to get between my muscular thighs. Dr. Larson stood as did Kelly and the pair came together at the end of the table. Larson began running his tongue around Kelly's nipples, then playfully bit them. Margo quickly shed her lab coat and reaching beneath the sleeveless dress she was wearing, removed her panties. Roger needed little time to become fully erect. Margo lay on the end of the table, hiking her dress up to her hips. "Take me, Roger," she said, I want it." Roger accommodated her, slowly working the head of his penis through her labia. Chapter 201 Benson had a gifted tongue, but I needed to break our union to strip his pants and shirt from him. I then treated him to a muscle show. "Go ahead, doc," I said, "you can explore my body with your tongue or hands, but if you get that tongue of yours anywhere near my clit, I'll come all over your face." He chuckled and dropped to his knees in front of me daring me to keep to my promise. Fifteen minutes later I shuddered with a thunderous orgasm. Dr. Larson, too, was on his knees pleasuring Kelly. Kelly's 'she-cock', as she referred to it, was standing a rigid six-inches, with the good doctor taking it entirely in his mouth. With his hands on either firm butt cheek, Kelly climaxed. Roger was now thrusting much faster and Margo was making a strange primeval sound. The pair climaxed together, just seconds after Jane and Kelly achieved their orgasms. I looked at down at Benson, who was still on his knees, and smiled. He had a droplet of my cum on his lip. "You may pleasure yourself," I said, and struck a pose that tightened my abs and turned my huge thighs rock hard. No sooner had he touched himself than he came. Kelly stepped behind Doctor Larson and slid her 'she-cock' in his crack while reaching round and stroking his shaft with her large hand. He shuddered to a climax in minutes. Chapter 202 The six of us got dressed, taking our time. "Thank you for coming in," Margo said. "Yes, thank you," Larson and Benson chimed in. "We enjoyed it," I said, looking from Roger to Kelly and back to the doctors. "Now we just have to get Roger on an 'assignment'," I said, "if you know what I mean." Margo looked at me and said, "Oh, I almost forgot, Lieutenant Bowman asked if you could do one more project for LAPD," and she reached in her bag and brought out a folder, "he asked that I give you this." I took the folder from her and handed it to Roger. "Here," I said, "you can take a look at that while I drive us home. Thanks, Margo."