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Subject: {ASSM} Julia 04 - Blasphemy - MC, FF, FD, MF, MD, NC, Caution 
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 13:10:02 -0400
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If you are younger than 18 years
If sex is taboo to your neighborhood peers
If offended by words full of sexual sleaze
Do us both a favor and skip this please.

Please ask permission before posting this story elsewhere.

It's probably a good idea to read at least one of the precursors to
this story, "A Small Case of Overkill," "Deity Savant," or "Reverence
and Destiny." This story assumes some familiarity with Julia,
although it should stand on its own.

And, finally, a great deal of thanks to Eye of Serpent for excellent
feedback and inspirational ideas during the writing of this story.

- Sara

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Blasphemy

by Cat's sara

Categories: FF, MF, FD, MD, MC, NC, Caution

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Part One

The oblong table was very old. If it could have thought, it would
have held the memories of countless philosophies. As it was, it was
merely old, scarred and indifferent.

The room in which it sat was old as well, and dark. The air was
filled with the heavy, heady smoke of cigars and tradition. The
walls, covered with layers of paint from decades of endless
renovation, vibrated slightly in concert with the voices of the men
who sat in the warm, dark, womb-like chamber.

Voices rose and fell, sometimes arguing, sometimes agreeing, but a
new timbre was now coloring the air. It was panic.

"Our sources know that something strange is going on that seems to
have this woman at its center, but we have no idea what her motives
are," said Mr. Three. "Her influence is growing, but it is not at all
clear that she is a threat."

"Her mere presence and control is a threat; that can be taken for
granted," argued Mr. Seven, loudly. "The fact that she has managed to
coerce such a large group of influential people into joining some
secret quasi-religious society implies conspiracy."

"But Mr. Seven, we have monitored many such fringe groups for years,
and proven that in nearly every case that they hold no viable cause
for alarm," rebutted Mr. Four. "How can you call for the termination
of Julia Shelton carte blanche?"

The argument continued for another hour, just as it had for three
hours before, and for days before that. Seeing that no headway was
possible, the only person of the eleven gathered around the table who
had not spoken cleared his throat. The arguing quieted immediately as
the assembly prepared to listen to Mr. One.

"At first glance, this appears much less than insidious. She
certainly has gained the confidence of several important dignitaries,
but has not done anything that appears to be particularly
provocative. On the other hand, our inability to gain any information
as to technique or motive is of great concern to us all. Therefore,
there is threat implied by the unknown. There is obviously only one
course of action. She must be interviewed."

There was a faint sound of grumbling objection, but it was silenced
as Mr. One raised his frail, trembling hand. "Gentlemen, the
discussion is over. Ms. Shelton is now officially to be brought to
the care of Dr. Salyer," said Mr. One, his half-closed eyes circling
the men gathered at the table.

"This meeting is adjourned."

----

Julia sat quietly in the white room where she had been deposited,
apparently unconscious, some hours before. She remembered being
blindfolded and gagged, and a car ride, but there was a large gap
between the sounds of the road and waking up in this room. Although
she was no longer held by bonds, she had no real idea of the passage
of time, nor could she simply walk out. Her first action had been to
try the door. As expected, it was locked.

There was a small shelf that went all the way around the room about
a foot from the ceiling, which was about twelve feet above her. It's
purpose was apparently to shed indirect light through the room -
although it was well lit, there were no discernable shadows to be
seen.

In addition, she was dressed differently. She now wore some kind of
loose white utilitarian jumpsuit with a banded collar. *Not sexy at
all,* she thought. *Not comfortable, either.*

She returned her attention to the room. The only feature other than
the beige carpet were two comfortable armchairs, one of which she now
occupied. Obviously someone else would be coming, and she wished they
would come soon. She wondered if she was being watched, and guarded
her emotions so that she showed no trace of the deep worry she felt
inside.

Finally, the door opened, and a woman, dressed in a jumpsuit
identical to her own, entered and sat in the opposite chair. She
stared straight ahead, paying no attention to Julia, and making no
movement other than the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she
breathed.

The silence continued for some time, and Julia nearly jumped out of
her skin when the woman finally spoke. "Welcome, Julia Shelton. I am
Dr. Emil Salyer, speaking to you through my assistant." The voice was
filled with amusement, and Julia found it particularly unnerving that
the "assistant" betrayed nothing of the emotion in the voice.

"She is acting as my safety buffer, since I do not know your method
of hypnosis, or mind control, or whatever it is that you do. I *do*
know that it is nearly impossible to reverse... we've been trying to
break Jesse Mattox for the last four days, with no success. Any
progress we make is temporary. For that, you have my respect."

Julia gave a cold, cruel smile, but inwardly could feel hysteria
creeping in as she realized that she really was in deep trouble. Up
to now, there had been no clue that Jesse had been missing.

"My assistant is implanted with an interface device. If you were to
look under her collar, you would see a series of seven devices that
look like moles, almost like a necklace, circling her neck. I won't
bore you with the details, but rest assured that she is only as
present, and in control, as I wish her to be. She thinks and acts as
I wish. She is completely unconscious at the moment, acting only as a
communication device between us.

"If you check under your own collar, you will see that you have a
set of identical devices. Please feel free to take a look," crooned
Dr. Salyer.

A panel slid up the wall to her right, revealing a full-length
mirror. She considered sitting where she was, but she was curious,
and she soon found that she could not help but look. She went to the
mirror and pulled down her collar, seeing what might be mistaken for
seven small moles, were they not perfectly spaced and identical.

"Do you see them?" queried the ersatz Dr. Salyer.

"Yes," said Julia. "They don't look like moles exactly though, do
they?" she hissed.

"They are moles," said the voice of the assistant.

"They are moles," said Julia. What had she been thinking? Of course
they were moles.

"You have always had them."

"I have always had them."

"You are mistaken. They are Dr. Salyer's interface devices," laughed
the absentee voice.

Julia's eyes widened, and then something happened that surprised
even the good doctor. Her chin trembled and she let out a tiny sob.

Dr. Emil Salyer sat back from his remote console and sighed with
satisfaction and anticipation. This "threat" was already breaking.

He leaned forward to the microphone in front of him, smiling. "Let's
talk," he said.

----

Dr. Salyer rubbed his eyes, feeling their immense fatigue. His fifty-
year-old hands covered his weathered, slightly gaunt face. Although
he was white-haired, it was nothing new - he had been without hair
color since the tender age of twenty-two. Not a particularly handsome
man, he was well suited to his job as interrogator for the Board of
Eleven; very few people could remember with any detail any striking
features. Resting for the moment, he let his tired mind wander back
and recounted the progress he had made.

He had tapped into Julia Shelton for two weeks, stopping only to
give her water, food and a place to sleep. He had run her through the
emotional gamut, from cruel indifference to insatiable lust, thanks
to his tiny but very effective implants. However, as with her
converts, he could only affect her temporarily; as soon as he turned
off the interface she was as unchanged as ever.

Although he now knew more about Julia Shelton than anyone else could
possibly know, the interview was getting more and more rigorous.
Julia was having trouble speaking, due to the irritation of nonstop
narration. Even his analytically cold heart was feeling the
sympathetic effects of terrorizing her throat. It pained him to
listen to her, but he could not stop. It was much too fascinating.
Apparently she was some kind of savant... she could tell him what she
did, but now how she knew what to do to control these other women.

Part of the secret lay in the fact that she did not coerce so much
as enhance the existing psyche. In that sense, she merely empowered
these women to think and act from psychological vistas they often did
not know they even possessed. Then, finding weak areas in their
disoriented state where they could not resist her domination, she
withered anything that did not lead to complete devotion to Julia and
any cause she found appealing. 

She could have told them that their purpose was to collect discarded
toenail clippings and they would happily do so until the day they
died. Luckily for them, Julia wanted to fuck.

In fact, she had not planned to start a religious cult; it was a by-
product of her own increasingly bizarre sexual excesses. On the other
hand, once it had started she fell prey to her own weakness, and
gradually had moved from allowing her subjects' worship to actively
promoting it.

Despite his desire to learn more about her abilities and methods, he
had a deadline. The Board of Eleven was beginning to ask for his
report. He knew that his conclusion, after pages of analysis, would
likely be that although she posed no immediate security threat,
accurate monitoring would be impossible, and therefore that she would
need to be terminated. He thought it a shame - still locked inside,
Julia Nicole Shelton held the key to something the government had
always wanted... non-traceable, innate mind control. *At least she
has another week,* he thought with a dry smile.
 
Dr. Salyer felt the tendrils of his conflict press in on him. As
much as he wished for it, he could not set her free. She was too
interesting a case to easily kill, but unlike all of his prior
subjects, he could not erase her memories of captivity. Even Jesse
Mattox had not been quite that strong.

For the time being, he had discovered that if he used a low wattage
transmission in combination with a repeating program from his
computer, he was able to keep her docile and could approach her in
relative safety. In effect, he was giving her a dose of virtual
Thorazine.

Once, as an experiment, he decided to let her "convert" one of his
assistants - and it was without question the most erotic thing he had
ever seen. Some of his observations, though, would never make it into
his report to the Board of Eleven, including the fact that he could
not stop himself from pulling out his cock and stroking it as he
watched his assistant transformed from a vacuous lab rat into a
ravenously devoted subject of Goddess Julia. It pained him to
terminate his once-loyal assistant, but it was simply too dangerous
to keep her around.

The thoughts and memories swirled in his head, mixing with newly
born lust, creating a sense of desperation in him. Surely he could
overcome the barrier of her will. After all, it was simply a mind,
albeit a strong one. Standing, he bent over his console and flipped a
series of switches, and looked on in open admiration. The monitors
showed Julia, now naked, lying in bed, asleep. Her pierced nipples
rose and fell as she slept, and her short, black hair was beginning
to show a little curl as it grew. *No wonder these women can't resist
her,* he thought, *she *looks* like an obscene, unholy, evil and
irresistible goddess of lust, even sleeping...*

He considered all of his alternatives, and the challenge that Julia
Shelton presented. After typing in a few commands to the computer
keyboard, he turned and left the room to begin his final attempt to
completely break her will and capture her heart, mind and soul.

The computers began their insidious transmission.

The monitors stayed on, recording Julia. She stirred, sitting up
sleepily. The door to the room opened, and Dr. Salyer entered,
smiling. Julia's face visibly transformed, as did her body. Her
nipples tightened, and she smiled, curling her body in a sultry
stretch as she gave Dr. Salyer a come-hither look.

The speakers crackled, "Hello, Julia," in a tinny re-creation of the
doctor's voice.

The wattage increased.

"Hello, doctor," said Julia, rushing to her knees on the floor
before him, as her "moles" now instructed. Her head cocked slightly
as new instructions poured into her unresisting synapses.  Obediently
her hands reached under Dr. Salyer's lab coat and pulled out the
doctor's erect, turgid cock, and with the reverence of a monk, the
relish of a whore, she let her mouth fall to his member, grateful for
the chance to commune with Doctor... no, Mister... no, Master Salyer.
She shivered in pleasure as she got the correct answer, the computer
monitoring and reshaping every thought.

The wattage increased.

Four identical versions of Julia's devotion, each from a different
angle, played into the control room. Her head bobbed patiently and
methodically up and down, taking the doctor deeper and deeper into
her mouth, her tongue swirling and rasping against the underside of
his swollen prick.

Dr. Salyer's head rolled back... the combination of pleasure and
power was making the indulgent blowjob more intense than any that he
could remember. He could *feel* her need to please him, and the fact
that she was being told this by the computer did not lessen the sense
of authenticity. On the contrary, it made it even more profound, and
his hips began to buck wildly, face-fucking the lovely young cockslut.

The wattage increased.

Julia felt nothing inside but the need to bring more and more
pleasure to this man and his cock. It was beyond love, and beyond
even lust - it was nothing but purposeful, fulfilling service. She
knew she had never even been near a cock before, at least sexually,
but it was a thought with no importance. She knew it was a sort of
rape, but she didn't care. There was only the Cock, the Master, and
the pleasure she could give. Her own voice, unknowingly shaped by
technology, told her with complete conviction that this was her true
destiny.

The wattage increased.

She could feel the pressure building in him, and she slowed,
creating excruciating pleasure as Master moaned and ground deeply
into her mouth and throat. The computer, following it's program,
transferred the sensations of the now screamingly aroused penis
directly to Julia's brain... every pleasure she gave was returned to
her tenfold and through her entire body. The sensation was completely
relentless... she felt as if her body was covered with her own warm
mouth, sucking her to greater and greater pleasure. She was beyond
stopping, even without instruction... it was just too irresistible.

The wattage increased.

As Master exploded into her wanton, sucking mouth, she was overcome
with convulsive, perfect bliss... with every reflexive thrust he
made, her body jerked and spasmed and she felt wet, slimy cum jet out
of her psyche in huge spurts of pure oblivion... finally falling into
tired, oversensitive afterglow.

Inside the control room, the monitors shut down in unison, and the
computers ended their transmission. They continued to monitor her in
case her true personality reasserted itself, but otherwise no longer
shaped her thoughts.

Inside Julia's darkly ravaged mind, she knew what she was. She was
nothing more, and nothing less, than a blowjob unit - a fellatio
machine... she asked for nothing else. Besides, it was time to begin
again.

As the doctor became lost in the sensations of her continuing
ministrations, there was no one to even mourn or celebrate her
surrender but the obsessed, mindless, relentless fuck machine on her
knees before him, driving his pleasure onward... and onward... and
onward...


----

Part Two

Dr. Salyer sat in his control room, working to adjust the
programming he had placed in Julia Shelton's mind. He had been
working all night and, looking at the time, realized the sun would be
coming up soon. He wished he had a window, just to break the mood of
the incredibly stressful work.

Apparently, she had been much closer to succumbing to his
conditioning than he had estimated. He had wanted to merely make
Julia a more willing and totally compliant subject, but she had
passed that mark to become a mindless suckwhore. While her skills as
an oral automaton were hard to resist, she possessed no intrinsic
value in her current state. All he could hope for was that he had not
burned out part of her that he most wanted to study and emulate: Her
innate ability to control others.

Finally satisfied after countless simulations, he typed in a command
and hit the enter key. Grabbing a remote keypad and placing it in his
pocket, he returned to Julia's quarters.

"Hello, Julia," he said as he entered the room. Julia's eyes
immediately popped wide open and her tongue ran around her lips,
moistening them in a wonderfully lewd gesture. She made a light pout
as she pressed them together, her cheeks subconsciously hollowing
inward as her programming subroutines initiated phase two of her
mission.

She literally leapt from the bed, walking saucily towards the
doctor, her eyes lit brightly with maniacal obsession, her body
oozing single-minded seduction.

Dr. Salyer, after a moment's hesitation as he resisted the
temptation of her unholy charms, pressed a button on the keypad.

Julia staggered and fell. Her breath gasped out of her, and she
clawed the floor briefly before regaining her composure. Then she was
up on her feet again, approaching the Doctor. Just as she was about
to kneel, he touched the keypad again, this time keying in a short
sequence.

Again she fell, her head banging against the floor so hard that it
made the doctor wince in empathy. As before, she clawed and reached
for purchase on the floor, and her whole body shivered as if in the
early moments of epileptic convulsion. Then, making the first sound
since her conversion, she groaned and brought herself to her knees,
her mouth still pouting in invitation to pleasure.

Dismayed, the doctor went over the new programming in his mind. *She
should be responding better than this,* he thought, considering a
return to the control room to check the results. It seemed that it
might be important to assess his first attempts to partially restore
Julia's ability to respond - at least respond to more than overtly
sexual commands.

But then he heard a sound, and looked back at Julia. Her lips were
forming words; her breath was hissing out something so softly that he
could not hear. He walked over, and leaning down to the struggling
woman, he put his ear to her lips.

"*Last chance,*" came the rasping, painful words, "*last chance...
last chance...*" 

He told himself again that he should not indulge his sexual needs
until she was restored, but this was so plaintive, so desperate, as
if she feared losing her mindless euphoria. He saw quite suddenly
that it was only merciful to acquiesce. He had done so much damage to
this woman that he owed her the benefit of fulfilling her request. It
didn't help his judgment that his cock was straining inside his
pants, longing to feel her satiny, glorious mouth again. *Jesus, I'm
beginning to sound like one of her followers,* he thought, cynically.

He pulled his cock out, holding it before her worshipping eyes. Her
mouth raised slightly and slid down it in one long, slow movement.
His eyes rolled back into his head as the sensations poured into him
through the millions of nerve endings in his swollen prick. "God,
it's fu-u-cking b-better each t-ttime-m," he stammered.

As the stimulation increased, his mind began to fall into a hotly
erotic hallucinogenic dream. With his eyes closed, Julia's mouth on
his cock created a sticky, humid sensory overload...sliding up and
down, increasing the pressure... he could feel the pleasurable sparks
affect his hearing and his sense of touch... almost like the feedback
his computer had sent to Julia... 

His eyes popped open in surprised panic and comprehension. The words
she had spoken had been a warning... or a distraction... or maybe
something she saw deep in him that would draw him out...

It was inconceivable, even as he succumbed more and more deeply to
the flowing sensations, that she had managed to start transferring
her "program data" to *him*!  He tried to push her head away from his
hotly jumping cock, but his hands betrayed him as they guided her up
and down, up and down, even faster than before.  As he realized the
reality of what was happening, he tried again in vain to break free -
but by the time the thought worked past his growing sexual frenzy of
nearly constant orgasmic delight, it was already too late.

He could feel his mind as it sagged and broke under the white-hot
lust that was taking over his mind, the warmth of Julia's tongue
bathing his body, her mouth surrounding him in wanton rivulets of
lust beyond love, need beyond simple desire... his body stiffened...
he was a cock... all cock... suck the cock...

*Something only a Goddess could do...* his brain repeated, over and
over, burning into his mind as his entire body exloded in rapturous
ejaculation in unison with his cock, the last tattered vestiges of
his brilliant mind bent and twisted into the form of a female
cockslut, but he was a *man*... no, a man-slut, a sick fuckfreak of
worship for *(YES)* Goddess Julia...

And then, Emil Salyer was no more.

----

Julia rocked back in the chair of the control room, laughing like a
child in unfettered delight. She looked at the white-haired man in
the monitors who stared into space, drool dribbling out one corner of
his mouth and down the side of his face. He had not seen the room for
two days now.

The ploy of using an assistant for remote communication had been a
good idea, and it had nearly been successful in giving her no escape -
but the fact that his emotions and reactions came through despite the
assistant's lack of presence had been Dr. Salyer's undoing. Within a
few hours of beginning the "interview" (which was longer than she
usually took, to be sure), she had all the information that she
needed to keep him occupied until he completely lost track of reality.

When she knew and could feel inside that he was weakened and tired,
she guided him into asking her to convert his assistant. The girl's
seduction was more outwardly apparent than usual, for the benefit of
Julia's audience... convincing him of how dangerous the girl would
be. Then, after faking the assistant's death at his hands (which was
the trickiest part) by convincing him that saline solution was
actually a deadly poison, Julia let her "resurrected" slut take
revenge on the doctor. 

Already less and less able to tell the difference between Julia's
suggestions and reality, poor Emil was taken completely by surprise
as he was neutralized and given his own set of special "moles."

Of course, none of that was even the tiniest part of his reality now.

The greatest irony of all was that as he toiled over the computer,
visualizing the program that would triumph over Julia, he was
creating his own enslavement ritual. From the moment he started the
program until now, he had been little more than a receptacle for the
whims of the Goddess and Her Divine Perversions Made Manifest.

Sighing, she pushed away the slurping, hungry tongue of Zoe, the
recent assistant born newly to adoration of the Goddess of the Path,
and looked into her glazed, worshipping eyes. "There is much work to
do, slut," she tenderly said to her subjugated slave. "Dr. Salyer
still has to report to the Board."

The two women smiled in unison as they thought of the havoc that
would soon come...

----

The Chamber of the Board of Eleven looked much as it had for over
two hundred years. It had been a stage for the best and worst in
humankind. It was home to both honor and corruption, often at the
same time.

The dark, heavy, mahogany table sat and listened, as it had always
listened. For the first time in history, it was hearing something
alien. It was the voice of a woman.

"Mr. Ten, please show Mr. Two your shiny black cock." Mr. Ten, eyes
waxing, pulled his revolver out of its shoulder holster. He held it
out at arms length towards Mr. Two's face. "Suck me," smiled Mr. Ten.

Mr. Two, a look of fear and revulsion on his face, stiffened as he
tried to resist the pressure in his brain, urging his twitching lips
forward to the cold metal peni... no, *gun*. "You fucking bitc..." he
started, almost finishing the blasphemy.

"Aw, Mr. Two, you wouldn't want to displease your Goddess, would
you?" teased Julia. "Your resistance is admirable... you have lasted
much longer than any man has ever lasted before, even Dr. Salyer. For
that, you have my respect." she finished, casting a laughing glance
to Dr. Salyer, who stood in the corner, a stiff, six foot totem of
erectile servitude. *Doc Cock, perfect name for him,* she thought as
she let her laughter darken.

Her voice turned suddenly earthy and low, dripping with sexual
promise. "Now, be a good boy, and suck the black shiny cock and make
it cum into your mouth, Mr. Two," commanded Julia.

Mr. Two, his neck muscles still straining in resistance, engulfed
the barrel in his mouth and began sliding it in and out. At Julia's
continued bidding, he began to move faster, and then faster, breaking
his teeth on the barrel, deeply cutting the inside his mouth. Feeling
suddenly that he needed the big black gun... no, cock... to cum into
him. He felt his own cock grow erect... closer and closer to the
edge... closer... closer...

Mr. Ten, his own shaft sending pleasure directly to his brain, felt
the turgid member jerk, and as he reached the point of no return, the
spasm went from his cock, into his arm, through his hand and to the
finger that exploded the .357 phallus into Mr. Two's begging,
sucking, slurping, bleeding mouth.

As his own cock exploded he remembered that he had done this nine
times before, to everyone but himself and Mr. One, who had somehow
managed to escape the room. That only meant one thing to Mr. Ten.
There was only one more person who needed to suck the black shiny
cock.

Placing the beautiful, wonderful, cold black steel cock into his
mouth, he squeezed its balls, and fell to oblivion.

The room was motionless and silent for a very long time.

Julia stepped over the bodies scattered on the floor around the
table. There was a new look in her eye, and somehow, it was less
playful. *Sometimes being a Goddess is too fucking GRIM,* she
reflected, sitting in the chair at the head of the table.

Looking to the female consortium she had assembled to go with her to
confront the Board (and to present them with Dr. Emil Salyer version
2.0), she felt a need rising within her loins. She was slightly
surprised, but quickly accepted the feeling of arousal the violent
scene had begun in her. Coupled with the release of tension from the
past days, her need finally burst the worn fences of her restraint.

She looked at Lindsey, Elizabeth, Jesse and Zoe, her beautiful
Collegium Cunnilingula, her closest worshippers... and felt the heat
flow through her and into her cunt as if she had never felt desire
before.

Opening her legs to reveal the naked pussy under her long, black
silk slit skirt, she pressed a finger into her folds and quietly
said, "Time for communion, my sluts.

"Happy are those that are called to my supper..."






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