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Subject: {ASSM} Julia 03 - Reverence and Destiny - FF, FD, MC - Cat's sara
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Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story begun in "A Small
Case of Overkill," and "Deity Savant," although it's not necessary to
read those stories in order to understand this one.  All characters
are works of fiction, completely made up, formed in imagination, in
the hope that you may find them interesting and... interesting.

For those of you who are over the age of 18 and not offended by
graphic depictions of sex and the twists and turns of motivations,
feel free to wander onward.  The rest of you should please go find
something more suitable for your own tastes.

Please do not post this story elsewhere without permission.

As an additional disclaimer, I want to say that lest some of you
think I have the same philosophies as the characters I write about, I
don't. At least not the mean parts :)

Sara

----

Reverence and Destiny

by Cats' sara

FF, FD, MC

----

Jesse Mattox was on a mission. In fact, she quite literally thought
of herself as a missionary, reaching out to a cursed world to help
fight the modern onslaught of immoral, sinful evil. As the current
president of the Society of Moral Women, she was completely devoted
to its cause: The exposure, prevention and destruction of the outrage
known as homosexuality. Because of the place it was taking in popular
culture, she was especially fervent in her persecution of lesbian
ideas and icons.

The Society was relatively small, but growing.  With chapters in
eleven states, things were looking very promising. But the growth
experienced so far was nothing compared with the fortune of having a
former Society president and close friend become a United States
Senator. True, the death of Charles Thomas had been tragic, but when
his wife Lindsey had been chosen by her constituents to continue in
his place, it had been proof to her that good things really can come
out of tragedy.

Now, here she was, having lunch in a private dining room at the
exclusive Continental Club with Lindsey and Julia Shelton, whom
Lindsey had introduced as a friend in "the cause," planning the
larger panel luncheon she would soon have with Lindsey and the
Society's board. The "Club" was a favorite of members of Congress for
lengthy strategy sessions, thanks to a policy of utmost privacy and
discretion.

"It's not so much lesbianism implied in advertising, or even the
fact that it shows up incidentally in television shows. What concerns
me is when it becomes an issue of role models and when young people,
male and female, begin to buy into the notion that it's normal to
want to have sex with someone of the same gender. I've been thinking
that we need a campaign on the order of 'Just say no,' or something."

As she talked Jesse became aware that Julia was watching and
listening to her so closely that it was almost intimidating. The
long, dark brown hair that rested on Julia's shoulders, and her
perfect, almost succulent lips only accentuated her lustrous,
inquisitive eyes. She didn't want to insult Julia's intelligence, but
she also went to great lengths to make sure that she was clearly
understood. However, so intense was Julia's scrutiny that she was
finding it increasingly difficult to meet the piercing eyes that
never left her own.

She began to watch Julia's hand as her index finger circled the lip
of her teacup. The motion was dainty and elegant, with just a trace
of sensuality, and Jesse gratefully found it much less unnerving than
the eyes she saw if she glanced upward. The motion was so delicate,
as if the cup were made of the most divine satin.

She jumped as she realized she had not only quit talking, but that
she had completely forgotten what she was saying, engrossed in the
graceful movement.

Lindsey, who had been unusually quiet, spoke up, giggling as she
asked, "So what are you saying, that we should come up with a
campaign like, 'When the water is flowing, don't put your finger in
the dyke?'"

Jesse gave Lindsey a sharp glance, and then couldn't help but laugh
with her friend.  "I don't think that's quite what I had in mind,"
she replied, laughing even more as the thought of seeing it on TV
flashed in her mind.

"Exactly so," came a voice from across the table.  Both women turned
to look at Julia, whose concentration had finally lifted.  "'Don't'
is a strange word, you know. It's an impossible word. Let me give you
an example. Jesse, don't think of polka dot panties."

Immediately, Jesse's mind turned to a pair of large, lacy bloomers
with big pink polka dots. She had never thought about it, but it was
true. 'Don't' was an impossible paradox.

The keen insight and intelligence of this woman intimidated Jesse
even further. Her gaze fell again, and she tried to look as if she
were thinking deeply as she let her eyes rest on Julia's endlessly
circling finger. *No, not satin,* she thought, *More like... silk.
The silk teacup of luxuriant circles.*

Julia eyed her target with covert lust.  Ms. Mattox had a girl-next-
door look with supple features, a wide smile and brunette hair with
what appeared to be natural golden highlights. She was a Plain Jane
that had transcended her heritage. The woman's breasts seemed to be
perfectly proportioned: Not large enough to be distracting, but the
perfect accent to a wonderfully fit frame. Forceful, and yet exuding
the kind of grace that only comes from instinct, Julia could
immediately see what a valuable addition Jesse would be to her
"temple".

She had carefully watched her prey for the last half-hour,
instinctively timing each word and motion of her own to match Jesse's
inner rhythms. It was no effort... to Julia it came as easily as
drinking a glass of water. Even so, inwardly, she thrilled as Jesse
reacted to her movements and words, the woman's own mind following
the path that would ultimately lead to her devout surrender.

Julia continued, "So if I say, 'Don't even *think* of having sex
with a woman,' what will happen is that the person hearing will
*have* to think of having sex with a woman. And, once the thought
begins, it's hard to keep it from coming back, again and again. You
know you're not supposed to think of having lesbian sex, and each
time you do, you remember you're not supposed to. Not supposed to
what? Think of having sex with a woman. Remembering that you're not
supposed to think about it makes you think about it. The resistance
to the thought eventually begins to fade, because it comes back
anyway, no matter what you do.  It's an endless circle. Circling and
circling."  Julia smiled as she watched Jesse's eyes barely move,
following the graceful tracing of her finger around the rim of her
cup.

"Lindsey, be a pet and go back to your office and check with
Elizabeth, will you?  I'm sure you have important business to take
care of, and Jesse and I need to delve into this concept a little
further, I think. Of course, don't think you that have to agree,
Jesse."  Jesse merely nodded her head up and down, lost in the
circling of Julia's finger.

----

Jesse slowly became aware that she was no longer sitting in the
restaurant. She couldn't see well... seemed to be in some grayish
fog... she tried to turn her head and found that it was completely
immobile - so immobile in fact, that she couldn't tell if she were
restrained or paralyzed. *Oh my God!* she thought in panic, *did I
have a wreck? Where's Lindsey?!?*

As if reading her mind, a nearby and strangely familiar female voice
said, "Don't worry, Jesse. You're only restrained for the time being.
Soon, neither you nor I will want you in this condition." Whose voice
was it? Why couldn't she place it? She relaxed as the voice spoke,
even as her mind was rapidly trying to assess the danger of her
situation.

Apparently, she was in some kind of chair, because the gray fog
turned out to be a wall that she could see as she began to spin in a
slow graceful circle. *Graceful turns to graceful yearning...* mused
Jesse, startled that such a thought would come to her as the chair
slowly moved. The chair continued to rotate until it came to rest in
front of what looked like a mirror, surrounded by bright, high
intensity lights. She could see a shelf below, covered with clippers,
scissors, and colored bottles. There were also instruments and
electrical devices she whose purpose she could not fathom, but the
whole effect was that of an insane cross between a hairdresser's
station and a mad scientist's laboratory from a 1940's horror movie. 

She could see herself in the mirror, her head clamped in place by
some kind of metal-framed contraption, both arms connected to
intravenous tubes and tightly restrained. Electrodes were connected
on her face, neck and chest, and in places she still could not see in
her reflected image, giving her the look of someone in an intensive
care unit. She moaned in horror and felt the stirrings of panic again
as she saw how she looked... naked, totally helpless and frightened
beyond words.

"I know you think this is awful, dear Jesse, and even I have to
admit it looks terribly crude, but you won't even notice in a very
few moments. This particular device was a gift from a devotee of mine
who works for a certain three-lettered governmental organization. It
wasn't stolen, it was built entirely from scratch, and it really is
like an all-purpose 'mind massager'. The technologies involved are
really quite beyond me, but I daresay that there is nothing else
quite like it in existence. Of course, my precious researcher-turned-
adoring-slut has no memory of building it, much less designing it. 
In a way, it's too bad that no one but me knows of it, but I can't
risk being openly boastful. It would be much too dangerous."

The source of the disembodied voice began to change location, and
Jesse gasped as it moved in front of her. It belonged to Lindsey's
friend, Julia.

But this was not the Julia she had met earlier. This Julia was tall
and svelte in a shimmering black spandex body suit, her erect nipples
poking obscenely outward through holes apparently made just for such
indecent exposure. Her hair was short, gelled, spiked, and completely
black - the kind of black that could swallow souls. *My God, her
piercings...* thought a revolted Jesse.  There was a silver post in
Julia's right ear, another in her nose, as well as a silver circlet
in each nipple. That was bad enough, but between her ear and nose was
a small silver snake chain, and another loop of chain that looped
from nipple ring to nipple ring.  Jesse could not remember having
ever seen anything so simultaneously disgusting and riveting, at
least in person. With a twinge of guilt, she also realized that it
was hotly erotic, hitting her in some deep recess of her psyche.

"You'll have to excuse me, my dear, sweet, soon-to-be snatch
addict... but you and I have a lot of work to do, and you will have
no need of my distraction for a bit," said Julia, pouring out vile
syrupy sweetness as she smiled and spoke.

Jesse, completely horrified at what she was sure was a vision of
lesbian evil, renewed her struggle to get free... and felt a warmth
begin to move up from her arm to her neck, following her veins,
spreading with each passing second. She tensed, trying to hold off
whatever vile drug was being pumped into her... but it only made her
heart beat faster, spreading the warmth more quickly. Still she kept
on, fighting with all that she held sacred, determined that whatever
was going on would not include her.

Like the few before her and the many yet to come, she lost.

Jesse tensed her body completely, her face turning red with the
effort and strain, when she suddenly smiled and exhaled loudly,
relaxing into the chair, as if it were the perfect place to be. Her
other arm began to itch, and she felt it spread like the first. She
tried to gather up strength in one last effort to resist, but the
itch was relentless, and she was far too relaxed... it spread into
her body, down her legs, up into her face, covering her skin with
insane need. Just when she thought it would drive her over the brink,
the hellish itch began to lessen. Her lips still itched but it was
becoming more like a tickle now, like the silky, cool breeze she
could feel perusing her stiffly pointing nipples, her hardening clit
and contracting sphincter... all tickling as if touched by a
graceful, circling tongue.

She winced as the dressing lights around the mirror began to
flicker. Appearing to be random at first, they slowly began to circle
around the mirror, matching the circling tickles in her most secret
pleasure spots. Within a few moments, she could not tell if her
tickling was controlling the lights, or if the lights were
controlling the tickling. It stopped being so bothersome... in fact
it felt pretty damned good. As the pleasure incessantly grew, her
mouth formed the words and she spoke before she could stop herself,
"Pretty damned good..."

"Pretty *fucking* good," corrected the voice of Julia.

"Fucking good," agreed the now wide-eyed Jesse.

----

Jesse Mattox was on a mission. In fact, she quite literally thought
of herself as a missionary, reaching out to a misguided segment of
society to help fight the modern onslaught of repressive, intolerant,
self-righteous moralists. As the current president of the Society of
Moral Women, she was in a unique position to start the cascade of
scandal that would finally show the hypocrisy of social
conservatives. It had taken years for Jesse, a life-long member of
the Temple of the Goddess of the Path, to infiltrate the corrupt
network of religious leaders and power-hungry politicians, but her
faith had sustained her in the Will of the Goddess and she had
remained unswervingly devoted. As a candidate for Priesthood in the
Temple, her cause was simple: The end of the unholy persecution of
the daughters of Lesbos, and the evangelistic conversion to the Way
of the Temple of the still unseeing masses of women repressed by the
diabolical and insidious modern patriarchy. Because of the place they
had taken in western civilization, she was especially fervent in her
persecution of men and their testosterone laden, tiny brains.

The Temple was relatively small, but growing.  With members in
nearly all walks of life, from diners to the halls of government,
things were looking very promising. Being the Will of Julia, victory
was inevitable; nonetheless, the growth experienced so far would soon
be eclipsed by even greater glory. With a former Society president
and close friend now a United States Senator, the influence of the
Goddess would only flourish more fully. True, the death of Charles
Thomas had been risky, but when Jesse's sister Priestess Lindsey had
been chosen by her constituents to continue in his place, it had been
proof to her that all things work for the Good of the Goddess.

Now, unbelievably, here she was, having lunch in a private dining
room at the exclusive Continental Club with both Lindsey and Goddess
Julia, planning the next step in the injection of the Temple into the
fabric of society. The "Club" was a perfect place to make their
plans, thanks to a policy of utmost privacy and discretion.

"It's already becoming easier to approach people with the concept of
Sapphic Salvation, " said Jesse. "It's not so much lesbianism implied
in advertising, or even the fact that it shows up incidentally in
television shows. What excites me is that we now have highly visible
role models, and that young people, especially female, are beginning
to see that's the morally correct choice is to want to have
relationships, both loving and sexual, with someone of the same
gender. I've been thinking that we could have our own advertising
campaign."

As she talked Jesse became aware that Julia was watching and
listening to her so closely that it almost made her cum. The short,
black, spiked hair that gloriously rose from Julia's head, and the
perfect, succulent lips only accentuated her lustrous, passionate,
holy eyes. So intense was Julia's scrutiny that Jesse was finding it
increasingly difficult to think beyond the growing pleasure coursing
through her slutty little cunt and ass.

She began to watch Julia's hand as her index finger circled the lip
of her teacup. The motion was dainty and elegant, but full of wanton
sensuality, and Jesse found that her own hand had fallen beneath the
table, mimicking the motion against her own slick blister of
pleasure. The motion was so delicate, as if the cup were coated with
the divine satiny fluids. The Nectar of Heaven, the Wellspring of
Goddess... she jumped as she realized she had not only quit talking,
but that she had completely forgotten what she was saying, engrossed
in the burning need of her yearning, glowing clit.

Lindsey, who had been studiously quiet, performing her own Sacrament
of Circles, spoke up, giggling as she asked, "So what are you saying,
that we should come up with a campaign like, 'When the water is
flowing, put your finger in the dyke?'"

"And wiggle it deeper," replied Jesse, giving Lindsey a knowing
glance, a look laced with holy, obedient lust and hunger.  "I think
it would be perfect," she added in a seductive whisper, pinching her
clit roughly and gasping as the thought of seeing it on TV flashed in
her mind.

"Exactly so," came a voice across the table.  Both women turned to
look at Julia, whose concentration had finally lifted.  "But there
isn't a right or wrong way to do it. The conversion of the masses has
started to take on a life of its own. It can't be stopped. Those who
fight us will say 'Don't.'  But 'don't' is a strange word, you know.
It's an impossible word."

Jesse listened in rapt attention as her Goddess, her Reason for
Existence, spoke. The keen insight and intelligence of this woman
excited Jesse even more deeply. Her gaze fell again, and she moaned
loudly as she let her eyes rest on Julia's endlessly circling finger.
*No, not satin,* she thought, *More like... silk. The silk circles of
the Touch of Goddess...* Her asshole clenched and released, her clit
sparked hotly and her nostrils flared as pleasure poured into her
body and mind, a reward for thinking Holy Thoughts of Sapphic Lust.

Julia eyed her neophyte with open lust.  Jesse's girl-next-door
look, combined with her supple features, lewd smile, and short, black
gel-spiked hair had transformed her into a seductress nearly as
inviting as herself. She had been a Plain Jane that had transcended
her heritage, but now she was a vision of decadent, irresistible
beauty. Her breasts, perfectly proportioned, were almost constantly
in a state of visible arousal, the nipples wrinkled and taut, showing
clearly through her black latex top, the rings they bore giving an
appearance of corrupting little offset halos. The slut was forceful,
and yet exuded the kind of devotion that only comes from instinct,
and Goddess Julia was creating a puddle in her chair, watching the
results of her work.

Julia continued, "If I say, "Sex with women is good," they hear the
message. If someone else says, 'Don't even *think* of having sex with
a woman,' what will happen is that the person hearing will *have* to
think of having sex with a woman. And, once the thought begins, it's
hard to keep it from coming back, again and again. Both sides of the
argument create an obsession with the idea, and resistance to the
thought eventually begins to fade, because it comes back anyway, no
matter what they do. So in the end, it doesn't matter that we say yes
and they say no - we will still be victorious. It's an endless
circle. Circling and circling."  Julia smiled as she watched Jesse's
eyes barely move, following the graceful tracing of her finger around
the rim of her cup.

Lindsey watched the interplay, her body filled with relentless hard-
edged need. She barely heard the conversation, her own fingers
plunging inside her exposed pussy, reaching up behind her pubic bone
to massage her g-spot as her thumb raked and ground across her
screaming clit. The butt plug in her ass increased its vibration...
showing her that the Goddess was pleased with her unworthy slut. Her
pleasure spread to her torso and into her nipples, her lips becoming
wet and pulpy with desire. She wanted to cum for her Goddess, but
knew that only Julia could release her from this heavenly torment.

Through the haze of wanton lust, Lindsey saw Julia stand and remove
her clothes, and finally could not hold in the grotesque, inhuman
moan that had been building in her for days.

"My dear sluts, it is time to complete Jesse's full consecration."

"Yes, Goddess," the women moaned in adoring unison.

"Then let us begin. Take your places before the Holy Altar,"
whispered Julia, her own lust held in only by the need to complete
the ritual.  The two women, now dark twins entrapped in a sweltering
vision of lust, removed their clothes in unison, their moves
identical, as if performing a dance choreographed by desire itself.

They knelt, Jesse in front and Lindsey in the rear, to please their
Goddess. So natural was their desire to surrender that they could not
remember, or even imagine any other possibility.

Their hands began to roam their bodies, finally resting, endlessly
wriggling, pressing and circling their cunts and nipples, the wanton
instruments of their devotion and obedience to Goddess Julia.

In a voice dripping with promised debauchery, Julia began, "Jesse
Marie Mattox, do you reject the works of the patriarchy, the
traditions of male dominance and the evil contained therein?"

Shivering with the waves of pleasure cascading through her, Jesse
answered, "I do."

"Do you, in and of your own free will, accept your role as Priestess
and slut, concubine and servant in all things to Julia, Goddess of
the Path?"

"I do."

"Do you accept Goddess Julia as your authority in all things
physical and spiritual, and promise to worship Her in spirit and in
deed, in faith and fidelity?"

Jesse quivered as the honor of this moment hit her and she felt
something wash over her along with her building hunger and desire,
burning into her deepest mind. She felt the release of years of
experience and philosophy, and before she could even think what they
had been, they were was gone, no longer even a faint memory. She was
left with adoration and pure, raw whorish lust and something else.

It was Awe.

"I... do," said the obedient slut who had been Jesse.

"Do you, slut Lindsey, promise to nurture and protect slut Jesse,
keeping her from harm, supporting her obedience to the Will of the
Goddess, even to your own peril?"

Lindsey replied, "With the help of the Goddess, and the help of Her
followers and Priestesses, I will."

"Then my sluts, rejoice as the Goddess welcomes you to the pleasure
of her flesh, that slut Jesse may be baptized and consecrated into
the Everlasting Covenant and Priesthood of the Goddess of the Path,"
finished Julia, her head swimming in the heady mix of unfettered
power and lust.

The sluts fell to their Goddess' pussy and asshole, tongues pressing
deep, and then outward and circling, raking as Julia bent her knees,
spreading herself wide for their worship. Their hands raised to touch
the Holy One, roaming and teasing, the pleasure flowing through them
and into their Feminine Deity, tongue fucking Her, their minds bent
and twisted to the task of Holy Fucking, their cunts no longer in any
need of direct stimulation as all three women climbed towards the
earth-shattering peak of Consecration.

Julia let her hands run through the short, gelled hair of her
beautiful whores, the rising waves of pleasure even eclipsing her own
thought, the heat of her pussy expanding and contracting and
overtaking her as she felt the point of no return pass quickly by.

"CUMMMMMM sluts!" she commanded, barely able to form the words
through her powerful, rhythmic moans, and her own body began to
convulse and buckle from the cataclysmic pleasure of her all-powerful
orgasm, the aphrodisiac of her power and lust finally too much to
bear.

The twin sluts held their Goddess tightly as they, too, fell to the
convulsive spasms of sexual lust and vision. Julia's juices seemed to
explode downward, covering slut Jesse's face, evilly baptizing and
sealing her soul to the Goddess of the Path forever, a newborn slut
who was beyond caring, beyond anything but the need to serve, please
and obey.

On and on the ecstasy drove the three women, the Goddess and her
sluts, as their pleasure cycled over and over, like circles that
would never end, each new orgasm bonding the sluts more fully, more
completely, to the Will of the Goddess.

----

When the Holy Menage finally came to rest, there was nothing left
but the sound of the faint breathing of the two unconscious sluts and
the Goddess who lovingly looked down upon them, watching over them.

Long moments passed as Julia, overwhelmed with what had just
occurred, considered whether she should continue down the mysterious
Path she had created. She searched what little was left of her soul,
and considered how this had started as a little game to play, and was
shocked to find that a trace of humility still existed inside her
ravaged mind.

*Bigger changes have started with smaller origins,* she finally
thought. She wondered if she could actually fill the shoes of
Goddess, of Deity. As the last light of the evening faded in the
private room, all that could be seen was the growing, evil smile that
slowly made its way into her features.

*"So let it be written, so let it be done,"* said the Goddess, as
She claimed Her Sacred Destiny.




----


How I love evil maniacs... please feel free to send me feedback and 
comments. Send to cats_sara@yahoo.com.  This will be the last 
appearance of Julia for awhile, and I hope that you have enjoyed her 
introduction as much as I have enjoyed writing it...

- Sara



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