Author's Note: *This is a continuation of the begun in "A Small
Case of Overkill," and "Deity Savant," although it's not necessary to
read those 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 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*
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Reverence and Destiny
by Cats' sara
FF, FD, MC
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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 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 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 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 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 hair with
what appeared to be natural golden highlights. She was a Plain Jane
that had transcended her heritage. The woman's 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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' 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 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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