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Subject: {ASSM} Julia 01 - A Small Case of Overkill - FF, FD, MC - Cat's Sara
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 01:10:05 -0400
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A Small Case of Overkill

by Cat's sara

Categories: FF, FD, MC

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Author's note: This is a copyrighted work. Please ask permission to
post it, and only if you are willing to include author credit, and
the story in its entirety.

All characters are works of fiction, completely invented, and not
remotely like anyone I have met or heard about, so if you think this
matches anyone, it's the purest of coincidence.

Likewise, if you are offended by depictions of sex, mind control,
and other adult themes, just leave it alone. You know the drill.

- Sara

----

Lindsey sat on the park bench, her mind far away. Tonight, Charles,
her husband, would be coming home, and she had to admit she was
looking forward to his return. He'd been gone a week, and she was so
horny that she would probably be on him before he got past the entry. 

The park's gentle breeze had a strange sweetness to it, like after
the rain, but better.  It was the kind of aroma that would make her
all cuddly and safe in the middle of the night in the worst of
storms; safe and aroused, in the arms of her lover and husband.

As she closed her eyes, she could feel his kiss, his hands wandering
over her ass and up her body, and moaned quietly, getting wet
thinking about the glorious lovemaking that would follow. She
couldn't remember ever being this horny.

The blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her statuesque face blew
slightly in the wind, it's gentle tickle reminding her of the licks
and kisses she would soon be receiving. Her breasts, rather small,
but sensitive, responded to the thoughts winding their way from her
brain into her pussy and clit.

At 32, she was much more than simply a politician's wife. She was
confidant, advisor, friend and lover to one of the most powerful men
in congress. She was proud of the life they shared, proud of the work
they'd accomplished, and proud of their combined integrity in a town
that reveled in debauchery. It made her even more aroused, and she
thought that if today were any indication, tonight would be a
firestorm of sex.

She opened her eyes to see a woman walk by. Tall, with jet-black
hair jelled into spikes barely longer than the tip of one of her
fingers, high cheekbones and breasts that jutted out from almost
obscenely from her chest, the woman turned to look at Lindsey. Her
pierced nose and ear had a small silver chain that ran between them,
and her tight, black formfitting shiny leather catsuit glinted in the
sun as she faced forward again and walked on.

Lindsey grimaced and thanked God in heaven that she had never felt
the need or desire to look like such a harlot. Her thoughts returned
to Charles and sex and love, and she dozed off into a peaceful,
gentle sleep.

----

Lindsey sat on the park bench, her mind far away. Tonight, Charles,
her husband, would be coming home, and she had to admit she was a
little let down by his return. He'd been gone a week, and she was so
horny that he was lucky she wasn't playing around. 

The park's gentle breeze had a strange sweetness to it, like after
the rain, but better.  It was the kind of aroma that would make her
all hot and squirmy in the middle of the night in the worst of
storms; hot and aroused, in the arms of her lover.

As she closed her eyes, she could feel his bland kiss, his clumsy
hands wandering over her ass and up her body, and sighed sadly in
weak anticipation of the typical lovemaking that would follow. She
couldn't remember ever being this dissatisfied.

The blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her statuesque face blew
slightly in the wind, it's gentle tickle reminding her of the licks
and kisses she would have preferred. Her breasts, rather small, but
sensitive, responded to the thoughts winding their way from her brain
into her pussy and clit.

At 32, she was much more than simply a politician's wife. She was
confidant, advisor, and somewhat bored lover to one of the most
powerful men in congress. She was proud of the life they shared,
proud of the work they'd accomplished, but the lack of recognition,
and the thought of being seen as "the little wifey" were starting to
piss her off. It made her even less aroused, and she thought that if
today were any indication, tonight would be a torture.

She opened her eyes to see a woman walk by. Tall, with jet-black
hair jelled into spikes barely longer than the tip of one of her
fingers, high cheekbones and breasts that jutted out wonderfully from
her chest, the woman turned to look at Lindsey. Lindsey noticed the
faint smile at the corners of her mouth and felt an unfamiliar flush
of wetness, at least from seeing a woman. Her pierced nose and ear
had a small, sexy silver chain that ran between them, and her tight,
black formfitting shiny leather catsuit glinted in the sun as she
faced forward again and walked on.

Lindsey had never felt the need or desire to look so free and
uninhibited, but now she wondered how it would be. *Might be a real
gas,* she thought as she watched the woman recede into the distance.
Her thoughts returned to Charles and sex and love, but her mind kept
returning to the image of the woman... and she dozed off into a
fitful, restless sleep.

----

Lindsey sat on the park bench, her mind far away, with a troubled
look on her face. Tonight, Charles, her husband, would be coming
home, and she had to admit that the thought made her a little queasy.
He'd been gone barely a week, and she hadn't had time to search out a
lover to quash the horniness that had erupted in her during his
absence. 

The park's gentle breeze had a strange sweetness to it, like after
the rain, but better.  It was the kind of sexy aroma that would make
her all hot and randy in the middle of the night, fucking her brains
out; hot and insatiable, in the arms of a lover she could not deny.

As she closed her eyes, she could see Charles, groping at her ass
and tits, and heaved forward as a wave of nausea broke over her. She
was quieted by the thought of her lover's kiss, feminine hands
wandering over her ass and up her body, and sighed quietly in
anticipation of the raw, unstoppable passion that would follow. She
couldn't remember ever seeing such starkly contrasting images.

The blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her statuesque face blew
slightly in the wind, it's gentle tickle reminding her of the licks
and kisses for which she hungered. Her breasts were in need of some
enlargement, but still, her hard nipples were sensitive, responding
to the evil, wonderful thoughts winding their way from her brain into
her pussy and clit.

At 32, she was much more than simply a politician's wife. She was
confidant and advisor to one of the most powerful men in congress.
She was proud of the work they'd accomplished, mostly at her hands,
but she couldn't stop thinking what an asshole Charles was in taking
all the glory, as if he had a fucking brain. Typical useless man. 
The thought of being seen as "the little wifey" was more than
revolting, and she felt another powerful wave of nausea overtake her.
It made her even more angry, and she thought that if today were any
indication, tonight would be payback time for Charles.

She opened her eyes to see a woman walk by. Tall, with jet-black
hair jelled into spikes barely longer than the tip of one of her
fingers, high cheekbones and breasts that jutted out from her chest
as if to invite Lindsey's pointed tongue, she was a picture of eros. 
The woman turned to smile at Lindsey. Lindsey nearly came from the
sudden arousal that pulsed in her nipples and cunt. *Only a woman can
please and be pleasing to another woman,* thought Lindsey, and she
openly panted, squirming on her seat. The woman's wonderful pierced
nose and ear had a small, sexy silver chain that ran between them,
and her tight, black formfitting shiny leather catsuit glinted in the
sun as she stopped, as if to playfully tease Lindsey.

Lindsey felt the familiar rise of orgasm coming and could not stop
it. *God, I'm cumming just from looking at this Goddess,* was her
final thought before she was taken away by the most powerful climax
of her entire life.

Lindsey had never felt the need or desire to go with anyone, had
never felt like she owed so much, but this was startling and...
different. She felt somehow free and uninhibited, and wondered why it
had taken so long to get to this place. *What a fucking GAS,* she
thought as she opened her eyes, only to see the woman had gone.  She
was suddenly stabbed by a real sense of loss, as if there was
something she should do. Her thoughts returned to Charles and the
nausea she felt at the merest hint of him, but gratefully her mind
kept returning to the image of the woman. She finally dozed off into
a heavily aroused, fitful sleep, filled with filthy, wonderfully
erotic images of herself and The Goddess on the Path.

----

Lindsey sat on the park bench, her mind far away, with a determined
look on her face. Tonight, Charles, her husband, would be coming
home, and though the thought made her stomach turn, she was ready for
what she needed to do. He'd been gone barely a week, but that had
given her plenty of time to make plans in between the endless nights
of sex with Julia, her Goddess. 

The park's gentle breeze had a strange sweetness to it, like after
fucking, but better.  It was the sexy aroma of Julia's snatch, the
aroma that made her into a total slut in the middle of the night,
commanding her to fuck her brains out, whorish and unashamed, in the
arms of the lover she could not help but obey.

As she closed her eyes, even the faint image of Charles groping at
her ass and tits made her heave forward as a wave of nausea broke
over her. She was interrupted by the thought of Julia's kiss, of her
knowing, feminine hands wandering over the ass and body Lindsey had
freely surrendered, and moaned loudly as anticipation of unending
fucking seeped deeply into the caverns in her brain. She couldn't
remember ever being so in love, so obedient, so satisfied, so fucking
turned on.

The blond, shoulder-length hair that framed her statuesque face blew
slightly in the wind, it's gentle tickle reminding her of how much
more she loved the stinging caress of her Lover-Goddess' crop. Her
breasts, of a small size soon to be corrected, were feeling the warm
spread from her hard, sensitive nipples, causing even more evil,
wonderful thoughts to wind their way from her brain into her exposed
cunt and clit.

At 32, she was much less a politician's wife than a slave to her
Goddess. Still, hers was the genius behind her husband's successful,
if irrelevant, agenda. She was proud of making someone into a
political success, but she couldn't stop thinking what a waste of
time it had been to put such success in the hands of not only a man,
but such a boorish, ungrateful worm. As if he had a fucking brain.
Typically useless. Worthy of comeuppance. The thought of being seen
as his "little wifey" finally snapped in her, and she knew that
tonight would be his last. The plan formed almost on its own... and
she knew that within a month she would be taking her rightful place
in the hallowed halls where Charles had so recently walked. Just the
thought of his pitiful, weak name caused another powerful wave of
nausea to overtake her. It made her even more angry, and she thought
that if today were any indication, tonight's vengeance on that
asshole would be pure pleasure.

She opened her eyes and gasped to see Julia standing before her.
Tall, with jet-black hair jelled into spikes barely longer than the
tip of one of her fingers, high cheekbones and breasts that jutted
out from her chest as if to invite Lindsey's hungry, drooling tongue,
She was a picture of Supremacy.  The Goddess smiled down at Her
puppet, and Lindsey nearly came from the sudden arousal that pulsed
strongly in her nipples and cunt. *Only pleasing Julia can bring me
pleasure,* thought Lindsey, and she openly panted, feeling the
wetness dripping from her cunt as she wriggled for her Mistress and
Owner. Julia's pierced nose and ear had a small, sexy silver chain
that ran between them, just like the one that now graced Lindsey, and
Her tight, black formfitting shiny leather catsuit glinted in the
sunlight, silently commanding Julia to kneel and worship.

Lindsey felt the familiar rise of orgasm coming as she fell to her
knees, but relief of course, would not come. *Just a word, just a
word, just a word,* silently begged Lindsey, "let me cum for the
Goddess..." 

"Hello, slut," said Julia. The sound of her voice was music, was
love, was surrender, was everything, and Lindsey came so hard that
she could that she fell forward, convulsing on the ground.

As she quivered in glorious aftershocks, Lindsey realized that she
had never felt need or desire like this for anyone until she had met
Julia at... at... there was a brief flash as she realized she did not
remember meeting Her. Her need to obey quickly swept it from her mind
however, and she returned obediently to her knees. She felt like she
owed Her so much - it was obscenely irresistible and... perfect. She
knew she was finally free to be who she truly was, a slut, a whore, a
plaything for her Goddess, and was filled with humble gratitude for
having been chosen now instead of later.

"Play for me, My precious cunt," said Julia, with a laugh.

Lindsey opened her legs and pressed her fingers into her soaked
pussy, her other hand pressing a finger into her asshole. Remotely,
she thought how strange it was to be so openly lewd in a public park,
but she no longer cared. There was only Obedience. Pleasure. Lust.
Adoration. Love. Surrender.

She came with an abandon that shattered the last of the questions
that were locked away deep in her mind, rebuilding in her a fortress
of love and devotion to Goddess Julia and unrepentant hatred of her
obscene, idiot husband. As she slipped into unconsciousness, her head
was filled with purpose and perfect, evil light...

----

The van pulled over and stopped underneath a tree, about thirty feet
from a certain park bench.  The doors opened, and two women, in form-
fitting caricatures of pinstripe suits led a third, blonde woman to
the bench and laid her on the ground in front of it.

Their task completed, they shook silently for a few moments, smiled,
got back into the van and rolled away.

As the van turned the corner, out of sight, the woman slowly roused
and shook herself awake. Startled, she grabbed her purse and made her
way to the main road, intent on finding a taxi.

----

The house was dark when Charles Thomas arrived.  He was dog-tired,
but the phone call this morning from his wife had assured him that
tonight he wouldn't be getting much sleep.  Not that he minded; as he
thought of his beautiful, brilliant wife, his cock stirred from its
slumber and sent a shiver through him.

He unlocked the door and stepped inside, flicking the light
switches. Nothing. Alarmed, he pulled out his cell phone and was just
starting to dial the police number reserved for members of Congress,
when he heard his wife call, "Don't worry Charles, I turned off the
power. I want tonight to be special."  He snapped the phone closed
without a second thought.

"Wait right there, I'll be down in a sec," called Lindsey. Charles
wondered if it was his imagination, or if she really sounded much
more sultry than usual tonight.

He heard footfalls on the steps, and smelled a strange, sweet
perfume wafting through the air.  He gasped as he saw a strange woman
descend, her hair looking to be jet-black and close cropped, in
little spikes. He could not tell for sure, but she appeared to be
dressed in form-fitting black latex or patent leather, like an
apparition of whorish wonder. His cock stretched outward in open
revolt.

The filtered light of the street lamps through the front door caused
a glint to cross the woman's face, where there appeared to be a small
chain running from her ear down to her nose on the left side of her
face. She stepped closer, her heady perfume made his head swim. But
as she stepped into the half-light, he nearly fell over from shock.

The woman was Lindsey.

*"Welcome home, darling. I've been waiting for you all day."*





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Please send any comments or feedback to cats_sara@yahoo.com.  I hope
that this little flight of fancy gave you a few delicious shivers...
 - Sara



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