Worship Me Part 49
By Muscle Fan, covert.1@hotmail.com



Chapter 203

As we drove home, Roger scanned the file from Lt. Bowman. He said it sounded
like a simple domestic violence and assault case. Apparently the bad guy, Bob
Taylor, liked to beat up on his wife and had managed to get into a number of
bar fights with both men and women. I wondered how this guy was still on the
streets when Roger read, 'victims refused to press charges.' "That's odd," I
said, "I know the wife would be in fear for her life, but a bunch of bar
patrons? Are you sure you want to take this guy on, Roger?"

"Sure, Jane, it's time I got my feet wet," Roger said. That night I went over
the finer points of what to do, where to hit Bob to maximize the damage, how
to take him down and how to punish him. Roger already knew most of this, but I
think he was thankful for the refresher course.

Taylor ran his own business cleaning drains and traps and unstopping toilets
at the local bars after closing. For this reason, he worked most evenings. His
shop was in a rundown section of town, but close to a dozen or more bars and
taverns. "Bob Taylor?" Roger said in a loud voice upon entering the shop.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" said a voice from the back room said.

Roger turned to the open door to his right. He got as far as the door frame
when he was hit in the solar plexus by a fist that felt like a sledge hammer.
"Who the hell are you," the big man boomed as Roger tried to pick himself off
the floor. Roger made it to his hands and knees where he was met with the toe
of Bob Taylor's boot. "Ugh!" Roger said as he fell back to the floor.

Roger managed to get to his knees and hands again and turned to look up at
Taylor who was 6'-5" tall and weighed in excess of 300 pounds. As Roger looked
up, Taylor hit him square in the eye, closing it immediately. Roger slumped to
the floor, landing on his chin. The last thing Roger remembered was hearing a
bell ringing, then nothing.

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When Roger finally regained consciousness, he was on a bed in the back room.
Jane was standing by the bed and a thin woman with hair the color of a lime
was standing behind Jane.

Roger blinked several times and groggily said, "What happened?" "You got
smacked down," the woman with the green hair said, "You interrupted Bob and me
and that pissed him off. Bobby doesn't like to be interrupted when were having
sex." Roger was trying to process all this when I said, "Debbie here is one of
Bob's women, she called me after Bob left on a service call."

"I guess I didn't do well," Roger said, "Taylor is big and strong." "So Debbie
tells me," I said, "it was a good thing you had your cell phone in your
pocket." "Yeah," Debbie said, "I was afraid you'd die, so I called your speed
dial for home and Jane here came right over" Debbie smiled displaying two
missing teeth. She saw Jane's stare and said, "Yeah, Bob knocked out a couple
of my teeth. He was just playing around and got carried away." "He sounds like
a real prince," I said, "Why don't you take off, Debbie." She hesitated then
said, "I don't know, Bob and I didn't finish, you know, having sex, he'd want
me to stick around." "It's OK, Debbie," I said, "I'll take care of Bob."

She looked up at me and said, "Well, maybe you can." She turned and grabbed
her bag off a table by the door and walked through the shop and was gone.

I sat on the bed next to Roger. "I shouldn't have let you come alone, Roger,"
I said, "you weren't ready, not for a gorilla like Taylor." "He just caught me
by surprise is all," Roger said. "Well, if he's into surprises, I've got a few
I'll give him," I said.

We didn't have long to wait because we heard the sound of the overhead garage
door going up in the adjoining garage. I cracked the door to the garage open a
bit and peered in. Bob was just pulling his truck into the furthest bay of a
two-bay garage. I waited behind the door for him.

The truck door slammed shut and Bob called out, "Debbie is that cocksucker
still here?" When he got no response he muttered, "That good for nothing bitch
better not have gone home if she knows what's good for her," Bob said as he
reached to push in the door into the back room.

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I quickly shoved the door, splintering the door, jamb and frame. A shower of
splinters hit Bob. "What the ... " he started to say when I hit him in the
nose, breaking it. He let out a roar, whether it was in anger or pain, I
didn't know nor did I care.

I followed the right to the nose with a left to the cheekbone, and another
right, this one to his abs. Now with blood streaming down his face, he doubled
over trying to catch his breath, his arms instinctively holding his gut. A
loud wheeze is about all he could manage.

As he stood there doubled over, I took careful aim and kicked him in the
groin. Instead of a yell, big Bob let out a high pitched shrill shriek as his
gonads were driven into his pelvic cavity. He fell to his knees, and then
rolled onto his side. "You pathetic piece of shit," I said, "You beat up
defenseless women, how does it feel being beaten by a girl for a change?" He
moaned still trying to fill his lungs with air.

He place his left hand flat on the floor trying to leverage himself into a
sitting position. I positioned the heel of my stiletto boots over the center
knuckles and brought all of my weight to bear on the heel. It sliced though
the tissue like a knife through butter. "Stop," Bob managed to say while
trying to pull his hand out from under my boot only to elongate the hole that
now was filled by the heel of my boot.

"Lick my boot, bitch," I said. "Screw you," he fired back. "In your dreams big
boy," I said and I bent and slapped him across the face with my open hand.

He tried to lift my booted foot off his hand with his free hand. I slapped him
again, then gave a short jab to his already broken nose. This brought more
blood which ran freely down his chin onto the floor.

I removed my foot from the back of his hand and let him get to his knees.
"Lick my boot," I said once again and slapped him on the back of the head. He
got one foot under him and was about to stand up when I kicked him in the
shin, splintering bone and collapsing the big man to the floor where he
clutched at his leg and rolled back and forth.

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I positioned my left boot over Bob's crotch. His rolling back and forth
stopped abruptly. Applying a little pressure, I said, "Lick my boot, asshole."
He didn't move and I applied more pressure. "You can lick my boot or I'll
crush you 'family jewels', ass-wipe," I said. "OK, OK," he said, "who are
you?" Ignoring him, I eased off and let him get to his knees. "Don't try to
get up, Bob, just lick that boot," I said. He reached out with the tip of his
tongue and stroked my boot. "Good boy," I said, "Now the other one," and
placed my other boot in front of his face. He licked obediently. "Get all that
blood off the heel," I said as he tongued his own blood from my stiletto.

"Alright, Bob," I said, "look at me." He made no effort to get to his feet,
but merely turned his face upward. Standing over him, looking down into his
mangled face, I said, "Worship me. Worship me with that miserable tongue of
yours," and peeled my skin tight leggings over my hips. "Come on, be quick," I
said, "I need to climax and you're going to swallow every drop I give you, do
you understand?" "Yes," he said softly and I slapped his face. "Yes, who," I
asked. "Yes, mistress," he said a little louder.

"That's better, bitch," I said, "Take my clit and make love to it with that
filthy mouth of yours." He tentatively played his tongue across my womanhood.
"Come on, tongue fuck me, you worthless piece of shit," I said as I pressed my
pussy into his face.

Several minutes passed and I knew I couldn't hold back much longer. Grasping
the back of the man's head with both hands, I ground his face into my pelvis.
"Ahh, that's a good boy, Jane's going to come now. Drink my cum," I said and
came with a gush. Some ran down his cheeks, but he lapped and managed to
swallow most of my juices.

Once I was satiated, I said, "You did well, bitch, but now I'm afraid I need
to finish up with you," and still holding the back of his head, pressed his
face into my pussy. He was mumbling and grabbing at my legs and ass. "You like
that, don't you sissy boy," I said, and I could feel what energy he had left
subsiding. Soon, he passed out and I let him drop to the floor.

I pulled up my leggings and placing my boot over his Adams apple, applied a
steady pressure. He tried speaking, but no words came out. Soon he was gone.

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I looked down at Bob. He really was pathetic. I returned to the back room
where Roger lay on the bed, asleep for now. His eye was swollen and a
purplish-green color. 'He really was too weak for this kind of work', I
thought.

I lifted him in my arms and carried him out to my car. We'd need to come back
and get Roger's car tomorrow, but for now I had to get my 'prince charming',
home. I locked up the shop, figuring Bob's wife, or maybe even Debbie, would
report him missing and he'd be found the next day. I didn't know how wrong I
was.

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Kelly and I returned the next day to get Roger's car. I had expected to find
the police at the shop, but we saw nothing. "