Message-ID: <27160asstr$973023005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <003e01c04333$61ea1de0$2ad227d1@acer> From: "Souvie" <souvie@netdot.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MIMEOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 Subject: {ASSM} "Hell hath no fury..." (MF, oral, cheat) Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 15:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27160> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw <1st attachment, "fury.txt" begin> "Hell hath no fury... by Souvie ----- Author's note: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you're not of legal age to be reading it, then please don't. The story is copyright by me, Souvie, so please no reposting unless you've gotten permission from me first. Archiving, as long as you make no money from it, is allowed. In the spirit of the Blow Job Principle, I welcome any and all comments. Email me at souvie@netdot.com This is my Halloween contribution, and in my last minute tradition, I didn't have the time to fully proof it. Thanks to Jack for helping me sort through the initial premise, and to Dr. Spin for smoothing out the rough edges. ***** Cassandra Wagner was sound asleep, her head resting on top of the rickety desk in the largest of the excavation site tents. The desk was littered with pieces of ancient pottery, crude jewelry and the find of the day - a small hermetically sealed casket with dirt-encrusted writing on the lid. "Missus Wagner?" Alexi, her assistant from the University stuck his head inside the tent. "Hunh?" She raised her head up slowly, and blinked, eyes gritty with sleep. "You told me to wake you when it was two o'clock." "Oh, yeah, right." She dug her watch out of her pocket and saw that it was indeed almost two in the morning. "Thanks." She smiled sleepily over her shoulder, and Alexi ducked back out of the tent. Cassandra unearthed her cell phone from underneath a pile of papers and punched in her home number. It was almost seven in the evening back in New York, and Ben should be home from the office by now. After the fourteenth ring she hung up and punched in his office number. She tapped her foot impatiently against the table leg as she waited to see if he answered. He did, on the fourth ring. "Ben!" she said, her face lighting up immediately. "Cassie." Her husband's voice was muffled just the tiniest bit by static. "Ben, it's so good to hear your voice, but I thought you'd be home by now." She tried not to let any censure creep into her voice. "I know, honey, but we ran into a couple of glitches with this new baby food account, and Gary and I stayed late to do some work on it. He went home about thirty minutes ago and I was just packing my briefcase to leave now." Cassie propped an elbow up on the corner of her desk. "I miss you," she said. "I miss you, too." "I wish you could be here. This island is just gorgeous, Ben. The Aegean Sea sparkles like you wouldn't believe." She laughed. "I've taken a ton of pictures, but I'm sure they won't do it justice." "So are you still coming home next Thursday, or will the University need you longer?" "I'm not sure," she hedged. "We uncovered a hidden chamber today. The walls are covered in writing, though it's in an unusual dialect that will take a while to decipher. There seems to be an altar of some sorts at one end, too, that had a small, sealed casket on it." "A temple for some god or goddess?" Ben guessed. "We don't know. There's a city here on Amorgos where a temple to Apollo used to stand, but this doesn't look like the same thing. Why bury it underground?" Ben laughed. "That's your job, not mine. You're the one that unravels the mysteries of the ancients. I just deal with cranky ad people all day long." Cassie started to smile when she heard a girlish giggle filter through the phone's earpiece. "What was that?" "Oh, that's just Gina. She stayed late to help me and Gary." "Oh." Gina was Ben's secretary, and Cassie had suspected something was going on between her husband and the voluptuous brown-haired woman for some time now, but could never prove it. All the doubts and fears that she'd managed to dismiss came crashing over her again. "Cassie, I know the sound of that 'oh.' There's nothing between us, I swear to you." "I'm sorry, Ben. It's just that I've been away so much here lately, and you're always working these late nights." "I love you," Ben said. "I love you, too." Cassie kissed the mouthpiece. "You go back to bed, and let me know as soon as you find out when you're coming home, okay? I want to take you to the company Halloween party next Friday, but if you can't be back by then I'll understand." "Thanks, Ben, for being so wonderful." Cassie smiled. "Sweet dreams, love." "Sweet dreams." Cassie waited for him to hang up the phone first. It was one of her silly little rituals. In the last friction of a second before the call was terminated, she heard Gina's voice once more over the line. "Now fuck me." Cassie stared open mouthed at the cell phone in her hand and then threw it across the tent with uncontrollable rage. --- "Shit, Gina! Why the fuck didd you say that?" Ben slammed the phone down and looked at the shapely woman kneeling at his feet. His pants were around his ankles, Gina caressing his hard cock with her lips. "Because," she said, getting slowly to her feet, her hands never leaving his cock, "I want you to fuck me. Now, Benjamin." She pushed him back to where he was lying half-on and half-off his desk, and then she climbed on top of him. Wearing nothing but a black garter belt and matching stockings, she knew the picture she presented for him. "But she could have heard you," he protested, his words ending on a sigh as she slid him inside her. "She didn't." "How do you know?" he persisted. Gina leaned down and bit one of his nipples, hard enough to make him wince. "Are you going to talk, or are we going to fuck?" The sharp thrust of his hips against hers was her answer. Gina smiled, secure in her conquest. --- Cassie was pissed beyond belief. She paced the confines of the tent and fought the urge to call Ben back and confront him for the liar she now knew he was. That wouldn't accomplish anything when she was 2300 miles away. She needed to walk, to work off steam. She knew that going back to sleep was out of the question. She gathered up her translation book and the small casket. Lighting a lantern, she headed for the underground chamber. Picking her way carefully down the narrow, stone steps, she paused to light a torch at the entrance to the small room. They hadn't had a chance to string any lights down there yet, so she carried the torch with her, placing it into a groove in the wall. She opened her notebook to the page she'd started earlier, and started at one section of the wall that was fairly easy to read. Tears blurred her vision and she muttered under her breath. She couldn't believe how stupid she'd been. She wondered how long the affair had been going on, and if Gina was the first, or just the last in a long line of lovers her husband had gone through. She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand and stepped backward, digging in her pocket for tissue. "Damn!" She almost tripped over something and looked down to see the small casket. She picked it up and placed it on the altar where it'd been found earlier. She wiped at her tears again, but a couple escaped and splashed onto the worn stone of the casket lid. "Goddamnit!" She cursed again. She couldn't wipe the tears away, because she didn't want to take the chance of damaging the writing. She threw her head back and yelled, rage, fear and hurt vying for dominance in her voice. "I hate you, Ben! You hear me! I hope you get what you deserve, you lying, cheating sack of shit!" A gust of wind blew from nowhere, causing the flame from the torch to dance and sputter, fighting for life. Cassie shielded her eyes from the swirling dust, blinking away tears and dirt. The wind faded away as quickly as it'd come, and Cassie checked to make sure the stuff she'd brought with her was okay. Her gaze fell on the casket. The wind had dislodged some of the dirt that had crusted over the lettering. She could make out the start of the words now. It wasn't in the same dialect that was on the walls - this was a more standard ancient Greek alphabet, though an obscure one. Her lips formed the words. "Summons of Erinyes." The letters right after that were still dirt-caked and she couldn't make them out with any certainty. She continued on to the next line. "To call forth the avenging soul, air must blow." The third line still had traces of dust clinging to the characters. Cassie blew softly and watched the dust sift away. "Uranus's jealous daughter, thirsts for quenching water." Her fallen tears had soaked into the letters here, causing them to turn a darker brown than the rest of the casket lid. The words of the fourth line were almost eroded completely away. She turned and grabbed the torch from the wall and brought it over to the casket, holding it close and squinting to make out the letters. "For anger that never will tire, requires the light of fire," she said out loud in a subdued voice. There were words below this but time had eroded them until they were virtually indistinguishable. Cassie started to lean closer, when suddenly the torch guttered as if the casket was absorbing the flame. She stumbled over the words as she read, "Goddesses... three, incant... your... plea." A roaring started in her ears, so loud that she thought she'd go deaf. She dropped the torch and brought her hands to her ears, her vision darkening near the edges, so great was her pain. She fell to her knees as the wind began again, more fierce this time, almost as if it had a life of its own. Cassie's vision blurred. The roaring increased beyond what she could endure and she fell into blessed oblivion. --- "Hey, Ben, too bad Cassie couldn't be here tonight, right?" "Yeah, she couldn't get away from that dig near Greece in time, but she'll be back sometime tomorrow night." "Tell her Vera said to give her a call." "Sure." Ben nodded, and maneuvered his way through the thinning-out crowd. Their annual Halloween party, held this year at a downtown hotel, was a complete smash, as usual. He'd done his duty as senior ad executive - he'd shown up and mingled. Now he was starting to feel the effects of the free- flowing liquor, and thought that it might be time to call a taxi. He'd started for the door when a svelte woman in a brown velvet cat suit jumped out in front of him. She ran her gloved hands up and down the front of his shirt. The mask hid most of her face, but he would have known that smile anywhere. "Gina, what are you doing?" he hissed, stepping back to get out of her reach. She tugged on the lapels of his coat. Urging him toward a door nearby. "Gina, what are you doing? Someone's going to see us for Christ's sake!" She playfully shook her head, her whiskers quivering like butterfly antennae. She reached a hand back and opened the door, pulling him in after her. He quietly closed the door behind them. The room was dark, and he assumed it was some type of storage closet - the faint smell of cleansers hung in the air. "Gina, we have to start being more careful. I think Cassie is starting to suspect something." Ben tried reasoning with her once more. A throaty purr was her only response. Ben felt her hands on the front of his pants, unzipping them, and reaching in. She'd taken off her gloves, and her hands were cool against his heated skin. She found her target, and pulled his semi-hard cock free from his boxers and trousers. "Gina -" Her mouth closed around the head of his cock, her tongue caressing the tiny opening. "Ohhhhh," he groaned, reaching down and running his hands through her hair. He leaned back against the door, spreading his legs a bit more open, and closing his eyes as she started moving her head up and down in a fast but steady rhythm. Ben knew it wasn't going to take him long to empty his load into Gina's skillful mouth. He was buzzing from the booze, from the fact that anyone could have seen them slip into the closet, and the knowledge that someone could open the door and discover them at any moment. Just a couple more minutes of her careful ministrations was all it took. "Ungghhhh," Ben moaned, tightening his leg muscles and clenching his fists as he came in the cat-woman's mouth. Her mouth milked him for all he was worth, too. "Oh God, oh God. Let me catch my breath." He felt cold air on his cock, and fumbled around to get it stuffed back in his pants, and to get zipped back up. Gina leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth, the taste of his cum, salty on her lips. He broke the kiss, and put his hand on the doorknob. "I'm going out first. I'll tap on the door when it's safe to come out." He turned the knob. "We're not through talking, Gina." He opened the door and squinted against the light. He stepped out, quickly closing the door behind him. A quick scan of the room assured him that no one had noticed. He rapped on the door. It opened and Gina pranced out. He took her arm and swung her around to face him. "I said," he started, staring into a pair of lively green eyes. Gina's eyes were brown. He let go of her arm as if he'd been burned. He noticed some other slight differences now, amazed he hadn't caught them earlier. Her lower lip was fuller, her hair a dark almost black color. It had a slight curl to it; not the wildly wavy locks that Gina was so proud of. He ripped her mask off. A striking-looking face, he couldn't deny, but not Gina's. "Who are you?" he demanded. A laugh like the sound of water lapping at the shore was his answer. "Who did you think I was?" Her accent was hard to place. Mediterranean or Middle Eastern, he couldn't be sure. "I'm not playing games, lady. Who the fuck are you?" She pouted, that lower lip on display just for him. "You don't have to get all mad, I just wanted to have a bit of fun. You were all okay with it when you thought I was this Gina person. Is she your wife?" He gritted his teeth, a muscle ticking in his lower right cheek. She smiled saucily. His world was becoming hazy. He'd just fucked up royally. "My name is Meg, by the way. Meg Aera," he heard her say. "I'll be seeing you around, Ben." She joined the crowd in the middle of the room, and he tried to follow. He needed to know that she'd keep quiet, but he couldn't find her again. He couldn't ask anyone -they'd want to know why he was interested in her. He searched for fifteen more minutes, but it was as if she'd vanished into thin air. --- Ben was edgy for some reason. Cassie had been home a week now, and so far she'd given no indication that she knew of his affair with Gina. She'd been loving and attentive, but not overly so. The University had been pleased with the work she'd done on the Amorgos dig, and she was back now to teaching her archaeology classes. Ben had cooled things off with Gina, and had gotten little resistance from that quarter. She informed him that she didn't mind because she knew he'd come back to her. In Ben's experience, no piece of ass was that great. As for the mystery woman at the Halloween party, the first thing Ben had done on Monday morning was run her name through the personnel files. According to payroll and personnel, there was no employee with that name. By the time Tuesday rolled around, he'd managed to push Meg, and the events of the Halloween party, to the back of his mind, and by the following Friday, he'd forgotten about her altogether. --- He was grocery shopping with Cassie at a nearby market when he saw her again. She was pushing a cart, staring at him through long smoky black lashes, and licking her lips seductively. He pretended not to recognize her. All through the market, when he'd turn a corner, there she'd be. She was following him. No, she was just there by coincidence, it had to be, he kept thinking to himself. When Cassie touched him lightly on the arm to get his opinion on something, he jumped. "Honey, are you all right?" she asked. "Yes, just fine," he replied, but his mouth had gone dry and he was suddenly cold. He shrugged it off and concentrated on the shopping. --- From that moment on, it was as if Ben couldn't turn a corner without finding Meg standing there. He went to the post office - she was there. He went to the gym - she was there. On several occasions he'd tried confronting her, but when he'd approach her, she'd saunter off and somehow disappear. He was at work, answering some email, when his voice mail light began to flash. "I didn't even hear the phone ring," he muttered under his breath. He picked up the receiver and pressed the flashing button. "Just a little something to remember me by," a voice breathed into his phone. Correction, not just any voice - *that* voice. He erased the message and went back to work. Less than 5 minutes later Gina stormed through the door, a paper clutched tightly in her hand. "You bastard," she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. She tossed the paper down on his desk and stormed back out, slamming the door behind her. Already dreading what he'd find, he picked up the piece of paper, noting that it was from the fax machine. It was Meg, all right, wearing nothing but the cat suit mask and a wanton smile. She was posed on hands and knees, back dipped low, and legs spread provocatively apart. A small tuft of black hair was barely visible between her thighs, and the look she was tossing over her shoulder could cause a man to hyperventilate. He wadded up the paper and tossed it angrily in the wastebasket. Chet from two doors rushed through the door. Before the door shut, Ben saw Gina sitting at her desk, filing down her nails with a vengeance. "Ben, man, you gotta see the fax I just got," Chet said excitedly. "I think it was meant for someone else, but man is this chick hot!" To Ben's dread, the picture Chet held up was the same one he'd just tossed in the trash. Before long his worst fears were realized - the same picture had been sent to every fax machine in the company. Ben felt sick to his stomach. He gathered up his briefcase and headed for home. --- He stopped seeing her everywhere he went and for a while Ben thought that she'd given up. He should have known better, though. He started receiving flowers and candy at work, big, elaborate bouquets and expensive chocolates. All were signed with a simple lipstick print. Then came the lingerie. Racy little numbers in bright, bold colors. Sometimes it was just a garter belt and seamed stockings. Other times it was crotchless panties and tassels. His phone and computer started to betray him, too. He'd find messages left for him, suggestive words detailing what she'd like to do to him, or what she wanted him to do for her. He'd learned to avoid emails that didn't have a return path. They were invariably from her--more of the sex talk. He couldn't sleep at night any more, and was a nervous wreck at work. He had no appetite and his sex drive was a distant memory. His appearance had really suffered; he hadn't shaved in days and his hair was in badly need of a trim. He'd started biting his nails. His once manicured hands looked as if he'd tried to claw his way up Mount Everest. Cassie had commented on his declining appearance once. He'd snapped at her so forcibly that she'd threw her hands up in the air and declared that if he didn't want to tell her what was bugging him, then he could just suffer with it alone. --- The phone calls and deliveries stopped, but the personal appearances started again. He'd see her watching him from across a crowded department store, or sometimes walking through the lobby at work. Each time she'd look at him as if he were the only man alive. Ben took his vacation early. He stayed at home, going nowhere, seeing no one but Cassie and their part-time maid. The last day of his vacation, Cassie had gone off to a bridal shower for a fellow teacher, and Ben had the house to himself. He was lying on the sofa, halfway paying attention to some game show when the doorbell rang. He let it ring, hoping they'd give up and go away. After the third ring he realized that wasn't going to happen. Maria, the maid, had the day off, so he got to his feet, drew his robe around his waist and shuffled to answer the door himself. His first mistake was throwing the door open without seeing who was there first. His second mistake was not slamming and locking it immediately after he saw who was standing there. "What's the matter, Ben," Meg drawled, "aren't you happy to see me?" "I don't know what game you're playing, but leave me the hell alone," Ben spat out. "Game? Oh it's no game, Ben, this is for real." "Then what do you want?" "Isn't that obvious? I want you, Ben." "Sorry, you can't have me, I'm married." She shook her head, and pushed past him into the foyer. "Tsk tsk, Ben, you should know that doesn't matter. At least not to you." Meg twirled around, looking at the house around her. "Rustic, but not too bad." "Get out. I want you out, now!" Ben shouted. "You want me out?" Meg turned his demand into a question. Her hands toyed with the belt of her raincoat. "Yes, damnit, I want you out of my house and out of my life!" "Okay, Ben, I'll leave you alone. I'll get out of your house and out of your life, if you just do one thing." "What?" "Fuck me." Her hands started untying the belt. "You're crazy lady, you know that? Certifiable fucking-A crazy. I'm not going to fuck you." Ben ran a shaky hand through his hair. "Come on, Ben, just one fuck. One moment of passion. And I promise, you will never have to see me again." The belt was loose now, the lapels of her coat falling open. Ben could see she was naked underneath. "Oh, Be-en," she teased, that slight accent in her voice making him go hot and cold all at once. "You want it, Ben, I know you do." She shrugged the coat off her shoulders, standing before him in all her naked glory. "Take it and I'll be out of your life forever." Ben was only human. The one thought he had was to get the she- devil out of his life so it could return to a semblance of normalcy. With long strides he marched forward and shoved her back against the wall, his hands gripping her upper arms and his lips grinding against hers. Meg gave a growl of approval, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grabbing and pulling at his robe. He pulled back long enough to toss it aside and kick off his boxers, before plundering her mouth once more. He was already hard, and he gripped his cock with one hand, trying to get it into position. Meg put a hand down there to stop him. "I'm not wet yet." Ben looked about to argue, but her eyes flashed fire. "I'm - not -wet - yet." With a growl of frustration, Ben rained kisses down her body, along the curves of her full breasts, down the plane of her stomach to the top of her mound. The hair was curly and as dark as onyx and he dove right in. She spread her legs further apart as he held her lips open with one hand and started licking her clit; quick, furious licks designed to make her come, and quickly. Meg was moaning and tossing her head from side to side, her fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. Using his other hand, Ben inserted two fingers into her warm slit. Moisture clung to his fingers and he knew she was ready. He stood up and bent his knees slightly, positioning his cock at her entrance. Without preamble, he plunged into her. Meg gasped and clutched him around the shoulders. Ben locked his hands under her butt and she wrapped her legs around him, supported with the wall at her back. There was nothing slow or gentle about their lovemaking. He pounded into her, over and over again, never varying the rhythm or intensity. He wanted to possess her; show her who the one in control. After today he'd never have to deal with her again. Ben wasn't sure when he lost control of his own body. It just came to him gradually - he couldn't stop. He willed himself to stop fucking, to pull out of Meg, but his body wouldn't respond, no matter what he told it to do. He looked into Meg's eyes to find them filled with mirth and something akin to satisfaction. "What have you done to me?" "What's wrong, Ben, is she not as good as Gina?" It was Cassie's voice. He whipped his head around to the left, to the doorway, to see his wife standing there. He hadn't even heard her come in. "Cas... Cassie." "Shut up, Ben. Don't even try to make excuses, you pathetic excuse for a man." She put her hand on her hip. "How many others were there, Ben? How many times did you fuck me over while you were fucking them, huh?" Ben was having trouble breathing. He couldn't catch his breath, could only keep pounding away at the damnable woman wrapped around him. "How do you like Meg, honey? Or, as she's more commonly known, Megaera." She smiled at the look in Ben's eyes. "Oh yes, we know each other. I guess you should have paid more attention when I talked to you about Greek mythology, shouldn't you?" She smiled, a feline smile of satisfaction. "Well, let me give you a brief little lesson. Megaera is one of the Erinyes, known in Roman mythology as Furies. Her and her two sisters take care of traitorous scum like you." She toyed with an amulet around her neck. "I found more at that dig in Amorgos than you thought." The world around the edges of Ben's eyes was getting grey and hazy now. He was filled with a languorous kind of feeling, at the same time his orgasm kept building and building; always on the edge but never spilling over. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate. Cassie strode forward, close enough to him to touch. He was almost gone, could feel his heart hammering away in his chest. She ran a hand across his forehead, brushing back his straggly bangs. "Such a pity, you being so young, but we all know that a heart attack doesn't discriminate against gender or age. The coroner won't be able to find any hint of foul play, and everyone can attest to the fact that you've not been doing well lately. I'll play the part of the grieving widow to the hilt, but only for as long as I have to." She shook her head and stepped back. "Your life is almost over now, Ben, while I feel like mine is just starting. Who knows what I'll do with that extra insurance policy I took out on you. Maybe quit my job and take a nice long vacation. Someplace in the Mediterranean, I think." Meg slowly slid her legs to the floor, standing on tiptoe for her hips to reach his thrusts. He looked at her, blinking his eyes rapidly in an effort to diminish the haze that had surround him. Meg smiled at him, and he watched as her face shifted and changed. Her eyes turned to red, and could swear he saw a fire burning brightly in them. Her head took on a general canine shape with gleaming white, pointed teeth in a thin snout. Long, quivering tendrils sprouted from her head, and slowly became serpents, hissing and writhing as one. Ben didn't have time to be horrified. His seed shot from him in short, quick bursts. Meg, or what he'd thought was Meg, leaned forward and pressed her lips lightly to his. "See you on the other side," he thought he heard her murmur. Benjamin Wagner's last conscious thought as his heart beat its last was that her lips tasted of heaven, but led to hell. THE END Copyright October 2000 by Souvie <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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