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Julia01 A Small Case of Overkill
A Small Case of Overkill
by Sara H
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*
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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 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 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 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.
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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 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 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 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 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.
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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 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 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 that jutted out from her chest as if to
invite Lindsey's pointed tongue, she was a 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.
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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
the 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 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 and clit.
At 32, she was much less a politician's 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 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 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...
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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, 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.
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The house was dark when Charles Thomas arrived. He was dog-tired, but
the phone call this morning from his 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 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