Obsession
Monte Frisbee has been a copy boy for the Daily Register going on three
years,
and in that time developed a crush on the Managing Editor, who is a
very
attractive full figured woman in her mid thirties. She tops five feet
nine, and
weighs in at 170 pounds. For most of the single men working at the
paper,
Violet was simply too much woman for their taste, but in Monte's eyes,
she was
perfect. He started his fantasy love affair by doing everything he
could to be
close to his ideal woman...by fetching coffee and doughnuts in the
morning,
running errands, or anything else that might bring him in close
proximity to
Violet Vance....who in his mind was ”The sexiest woman on the
planet.” He
would sit at his desk imagining what it
would be like to grab Violet around the waist, and hold her tight, with
those
massive breasts rubbing against his chest. Then sometimes his eyes
would follow
her down the aisle, seeing those heavy, but very shapely legs go back
and
forth, and picture his hands caressing her soft meaty thighs. Then one
day the
woman of his dreams called him into her office. “Yes Ma'am
I'll be right
there.”
“I'd like you to hand deliver this to Armand and
Armand.” Violet lifted the
small package, and her low cut sea blue dress opened enough to let his
eyeballs
jump into the abyss that was her cleavage. “Did you hear what
I said?”
There was a long pause before Monte answered. “Oh, uh yes
Ma'am. I'll deliver
this right away.” His face turned red. “Did she
notice me staring down her
dress? She might fire me.” He took one of the delivery
trucks, and along the
way Monte couldn't get his mind off that dress and how it fit around
Violet.....sooo he started to daydream about her.
In the dream he saw Violet take the elevator to the parking garage, and
walk
towards her luxury sedan, with the blue high heels clicking on the
concrete
flooring. Waiting in the shadows Monte watched those shapely legs move
seductively past his secret location, and became so entranced he nearly
forgot
to act. “It's now or never.” He declared to himself
and moved behind the raven
haired beauty as she stopped to push on the small remote, unlocking the
car
door. Monte heard the click, and then went into action by thrusting a
chloroform soaked cloth over that angelic face.
“HHLLPPPMMMMPPHH!!!” Violet
screamed into the cloth, while suddenly backing up. She tried to grab
the rag
covering her face, as Monte wrapped his arm around her waist.
Monte's heart beat fast as his fantasy love squirmed within his grasp,
and
started to kick her shapely legs in an effort to get free.
“Just breathe deep,
I'm not going to hurt you.”
Monte imagined whispering into her ear. “Don't fight
it.” Her heavy, but
shapely figure began to sag in the young man's arms. He felt the
beautysuccumb
to the chemical and go limp. His hand reached down to fondle her firm
round
breast, and she nearly slipped from his grasp
“Hold on there.” Monte almost let the unconscious
woman slip to the ground,
when he reached down to fondle her lsrgr firm round breast.
“Uhhh..I long to do
tha...OHHH WHA?”
A horn sounded from behind him, and a man yelled. “The lights
green you jerk.”
Monte's reverie was broken, and he delivered the package without
further
incidence.
Violet was just getting into her car, when he returned. “I'll
follow her.” It
was an impulse of the moment, but he had long thought of doing it, so
the young
man jumped from the truck onto his motorcycle, and followed the
Managing Editor
to her home in the suburbs. “That's a nice house.”
He said to himself. It was a
two story red brick building with big front and back lawns as well as
an
enclosed swimming pool. It was isolated from the rest of the
neighborhood,
surrounded by thick trees on three sides. Monte parked his cycle in the
clump
of trees at the rear of the house, and waited. He was about to leave,
when the
lights came on in a second story window. “That's her
bedroom.” The light stayed
on for just a moment before going dark again. “That didn't
take long.” The
young man was clearly disappointed.
Then as he started to roll his motorcycle towards the street, there was
a
sudden flash of light from that window. It was so bright that it shone
through
the drawn shade. A minute later a figure showed in the window, but
somehow
didn't look like Violet. The woman was a blond, dressed in a tight
fitting
flaming red dress with a short flared skirt, and wearing a black mask
and black
high heel boots. Her waist seemed slimmer due to the wide gold belt.
“Must be
her sister.” Monte surmised, and then the woman leaped from
the open window
into the sky. “WHAT THE....?” Monte was stunned by
the feat, but there was no
way he could follow, so he waited to see if the strange woman returned.
The next morning, everyone was talking about the woman in red, who
foiled a
late night break-in of the Diamond Exchange, and single handedly
captured the
four robbers. Monte was stunned by the news. “I saw
her.” He thought. “I can't
tell anybody.” His mind was awash with the puzzle.
“That strange woman came
from Violet's house. Who is she?” He decided to find out.
It was dark in the house as Monte picked the lock on the basement door.
He
entered not realizing an alarm had been tripped. “What in the
world am I
looking for?” The young copy boy turned on the flashlight,
and removed his
special pistol from a coat pocket. “There has to be some sign
of that woman in
red.” He went up the wooden steps, into the kitchen, and then
proceeded to the
dinning room.
“What are you doing here?” A female voice sounded
behind Monte, causing him to
spin around and at the same time involuntarily fire the tranquilizer
gun.
“Uhhhhhh.” Super Babe was caught off guard, and
wasn't quick enough to deflect
the dart, allowing the small projectile to hit one of her breasts. She
staggered backward, becoming dizzy and disoriented almost immediately.
“Oh, I'm sorry.” Monte rushed to the stunned
Heroine, keeping her from
collapsing to her knees. “That was an accident, I didn't mean
to shoot you.”
Holding out his arms, the young man caught the full figured beauty
under her
arms, and stared down at the woman's glazed eyes. Her body pressed
against his,
those comely legs covered with black mesh panty hose, were unable to
keep the
hefty figure erect.
“Uuffhhhh..Why?” She moaned, as the poison oozed
through her veins, and within
minutes the blue pupils rolled up in her head, and the beautiful blond
bombshell fell unconscious in Monte's firm grip.
“Who are you?” He asked , knowing the woman could
no longer respond. “I'll lay
her down.” Dragging the limp body across the thick carpet,
Monte lifted her
inert form onto the living room sofa. “What now?”
The young copy boy decided to
see if Violet was at home, so he climbed the stairs to the second
floor, and
peered into the bedroom. “The bed's been slept on, but
Violet's not here.” His
mind returned to the other night, and he remembered that he spotted
Violet in
the bedroom, when she drew the shades closed. “There was that
extraordinary
flash of light.” He thought. “Oh my, it's not
possible.” Monte went back down
stairs, to look at the unconscious woman on the sofa. “Oh
my..Could it be?” Not
knowing what to do next, Monte went into the kitchen to get a drink of
water,
when a voice sounded from behind him.
“What are you doing in my house, Monte?” The
familiar voice asked.
The startled copy boy spun around, spilling the
cold water down the front of Violet, who instinctively
jumped back,
slipping on a towel that was lying on the newly polished floor.
“OHHH!”
She fell back,
hitting her head on the counter top. “UUNNGGHH!!”
Her seductive full figure
body slowly slid down the counter, and then sprawled out on the shinny
floor.
She had been knocked out cold.
“What am I going to do now? I'll never be able to explain
this.” Monte lifted
the limp body and carried her back to the sofa, where just moments ago,
Super
Babe had lain. “Where did the other woman go?” He
began to put things together.
“It's incredible...How does she do it?”
Obsession Pt 2
Monte paced back and forth in the kitchen. “What am I going
to do? She's going
to call the police.....I'm done for.” And then he heard a
voice from the
dinning room.
“Monte, won't you join me for a drink?” Violet sat
at the round table with a
glass in her hand. “What's your preference?”
Monte stared at the beautiful raven haired woman with the angelic face
and
seductive red lips. So many times he had fantasized being with her, but
this
was real. “Could I have a beer?”
“Of course. There's one in the refrigerator.” She
nodded towards the kitchen.
“The openers in the drawer, and then come have a
seat.”
Monte sat down across the dark mahogany table and stared at his boss,
wondering
what this was about. “You're that Super Heroine, Super
Babe.” He blurted out.
“Yes, and I'd like to talk to you about that.” She
sipped the cocktail, and
then continued. “Have you told anyone about me?”
“No one but my best buddy, Bruce. He didn't believe me, so I
don't think he
counts.” Monte confided in her.
“He thought you were lying?” She pressed on.
“Well, he knows that I really like you, and I tend to make up
things.” He
didn't want to elaborate. “How can you change yourself like
that?”
“If I tell you, then you'll have to promise it will stay
between us.” She was
trying to decide how best to handle this delicate situation.
“I was a reporter
for the paper ten years ago, when I came upon a very unusual
story.....It was a
simple robbery of an antique store, so the editor assigned me to cover
it,
since I was the junior reporter. The police investigation had completed
by the
time I arrived, and the store was completely deserted, except for the
old woman
owner. She was obviously shook up over the incident, but when her eyes
spotted
me coming down the narrow aisle, they lit up as though she had seen a
revelation. “You are the one.” Were her first words
to me.
“They told you I was coming?” I replied, referring
to the police.
“Yes, I was told you would come. I am prepared, so come with
me please.” She
held out a hand to lead me into the basement. “Those men came
looking for it,
but it is well hidden.”
“Looking for what?” I asked, but as soon as we
reached the bottom of the steps,
the old woman turned, lifted a palm towards her mouth and blew a fine
white
powder at my face. “OOOHHH, cough, cough.” I felt
light headed, and it seemed
as if I were floating above the floor. In reality my legs lost all
feeling, and
I slowly drifted downward onto the floor, where I sprawled out, unable
to move.
Strangely the feeble old woman had no trouble lifting my body and
placing it on
a slab of stone, lying me on my back. It all seemed so unreal, I was
convinced
it was a dream, and then she pushed a stone in the wall, which opened
to reveal
a magnificent ruby on a gold chain. The old woman placed it around my
neck,
said a chant of some sort, and then told me to rub the gem while saying
Wapiti.
I managed to do exactly what she said, and suddenly the gem appeared to
meld
with my skin, there was a massive flash of light, and I was different.
My hair
was blond, my eyes blue, my dark skin had turned an ivory white, and I
no longer
wore a white blouse and jeans, but had on a tight fitting red dress
with a very
short flared skirt.
“You are now Super Babe, the charmed one.” The old
lady explained the legend
and my purpose. It was much later that I leaned the identity of the
man, who
tried to locate the magic ruby. Somehow he had discovered I was the
charmed
one...the one the ancients had chosen to receive the special gift of
immortality, and thought that I possessed the physical stone and wasn't
aware
that it was embodied inside of me.
In my story I reported that the owner had died of a heart attack as a
result of
the stress from the robbery, but I think that her job was completed and
the
ancients called her back to them. Don't quote me on that. It sounds too
crazy.
One night after the story was printed way in the back pages of the
paper, I
left work as usual and while crossing the parking lot two men
approached me.
“Miss Vance?” One of them asked, and I answered in
the affirmative, wondering
what they wanted. The big one grabbed me from behind pinning my arms,
while the other man
with the evil
leering eyes came at me with a white cloth, to cover my face, pressing
it
against my mouth, so I couldn't scream. It was my first encounter with
chloroform,
and the acrid sickly sweet fumes stung my nostrils, as I inhaled. My
head spun
wildly and I felt a weakness overwhelm me. It seemed as if I were
floating
above the ground. I heard the sound of voices, but couldn't distinguish
the
words, and then I fell into a deep dark hole. Later the noises
returned...My
eyelids were so heavy they wouldn't stay open no matter how hard I
tried. For
some reason I couldn't move. It was some minutes before my eyes opened
and
first I stared down at my lap, then noticed my thighs were bound
together with
rope. I could hear myself moaning softly involuntarily, and felt the
ropes that
bound my wrists and ankles. A rough hand lifted my chin, allowing me to
see
that awful face with the evil leering eyes staring down at me.
“Where's the ruby?” He asked, and then asked again,
and again. “You will tell
me.” He insisted, as he obtained a long needle syringe from
somewhere. “Untie
the woman and place her on the table.” The vile man with the
thin black
mustache ordered. “Let me know when she's ready.”
I felt the ropes being released, and I touched the center of my chest
for the
first time since the old woman had placed the ruby there and made it
disappear.
Suddenly there was a great flash of light, and I found myself standing
erect
facing a big man, who was awe struck by my transformation. It seemed so
easy
for me to pick him up and toss his body against the stone wall. The
evil one
entered the room, and I took great pleasure in dispatching him. I left
that
place with those bodies lying on the floor not knowing or even caring
if they
were still alive. Since then I've tried to use the awesome powers that
Super
Babe possesses for good.
“You're the only one who knows my secret.” Violet
stated. “I need to know that
you're not going to tell anyone.”
“I promise, but can I keep my job?” Monte looked at
his ideal woman.
“Yes of course. Uh oh, I hear something outside.”
Violet touched her chest,
producing the brilliant flash of light. “Wait
here.” Super Babe raced through
the kitchen to the back door.
Monte was awe struck at the transformation that took place in front of
him. His
boss suddenly changed into that stunning female figure in the tight red
dress.
“That was awesome.” He then followed her to see
what would happen. “Oh, it's
just a dog.” He watched the blond super heroine kneel down to
check his tag,
but then there was a small explosion as the tag blew a cloud of smoke
into
Super Babe's face. He watched her fall back onto her rear cheeks,
waving
frantically to disperse the gas cloud, and unable to rise to her feet.
“A TRAP!!” Super Babe yelled, and then someone
sneaked up behind the struggling
beauty, to throw a cloth sack over her curly blond head, drawing it
tight
around her neck. “OH NOOO...CHLOROFORM!!!” She tore
at the hood, ripping it off
her head, but not before the chemical had weakened her.
Monte raced outside to help the Heroine, but was grabbed by two large
thugs,
and was unable to prevent Bruce from smacking Super Babe in the back of
the
head with a black jack. He heard the sickening sound of the dull thud,
caused
by the black jack connecting with her skull, and then heard that
mournful cry
of pain, as she slumped to the ground, groaning. Bruce picked up the
sack and
thrust it over the helpless Heroine's mouth and nose. It was all over
in a few
minutes, ending with Super Babe's limp body lying sprawled out on the
grass.
Monte
struggled in the grasp
of his friend's two helpers. “Bruce, why did you do
that?”
Obsession Pt3
Super Babe's limp body lay motionless on the grass, while Bruce held
the cloth
firmly over her
face. “Hey Buddy, she's
out cold. Help me get her inside.” The young red head reached
under the
unconscious Heroine's arms, while Monte reluctantly lifted her legs.
They
placed the helpless woman in one of the dining room chairs, and Bruce
quickly
twisty Super Babe's arms behind the chair back to bind her wrists
together. He
then tied each ankle to a separate chair leg, and removed the golden
belt,
raising it high over her head. “She now just has normal
strength.”
Monte stood back to look at the helpless Heroine, and a sense of guilt
overcame
him. “I shouldn’t let this happen.” He
watched the beautiful full figured woman
with her chin resting on the large cleavage.
“Monte, what are you doing?” Bruce asked, looking
at his friend stroking the
Heroine's long blond curls. “Look, I jus' called the Man, and
he wants us to
bring her to the boat.” Bruce was excited at the prospect of
getting some big
cash for the woman.
Monte's reverie was interrupted, and he found himself touching Super
Babe. “Oh,
do you really think that's a good idea?” He felt the woman
tense a bit, and
realized she was no longer unconscious. “I'm sorry Babe, I
didn't want this to
happen.” He whispered in her ear.
“Don't worry about it Monte. It's good that Bruce is taking
me to the Man. I'll
be able to take him down.” She kept her head down as she
whispered back.
“Bruce took your golden belt, so you're no longer very
strong.” He told her in
a low tone.
“That's not true. I get my powers from the ruby embedded
within me, and the
belt is only decoration.” She explained. “Just make
sure I'm not tied with my
unbreakable lasso.” She insisted.
“Is she awake?” Bruce approached them with a cloth
soaked with chloroform. “We
need to make sure she doesn't cause trouble on the way to the
dock.” He pressed
the cloth over the Heroines nose and mouth, then wrapped tape around
her head
to secure the cloth in place. Bruce noticed the slight flicker in the
eyelids.
“Aha, faking it were you?” He wound up and punched
Super Babe in the lower
stomach. The Heroine's blue eyes opened, and she gasped from the sudden
attack,
inhaling some of the vile fumes. Her eyes glazed over, and her head
slumped
back onto her breasts. “There, that should do it.”
“You didn't have to hit her.” Monte protested, and
then started untying the
sleeping beauty.
It was dark and very quiet as the van neared the dock, the only sound
was the
water splashing in between the large yacht and the dock. The two young
men
opened the side door, and slid the limp unconscious Super Babe from
inside the
vehicle, and then carried her between them up the gang plank onto the
deck.
They were greeted by a large man in a black suit. “Is that
the dame? Take her
into the main cabin.” Pointing the way his coat opened to
reveal a large automatic
pistol. They shuffled aft to the rear of the boat, where two other big
men
stood guard outside the main cabin. “The Boss is waiting for
you.” He opened
the door, and ushered them inside.
A heavy set man wearing a white sport shirt, tan shorts, with knee high
white
socks and brown deck shoes, stood to greet his guests. “Place
the woman on the
divan.” He ordered, and then walked over to take off the
cloth covering her
face. “She's a pretty one, but how do I know this one is a
Super Babe?” He asked.
“I have her golden power belt.” Bruce handed over
the belt. “That gives her the
super powers.”
“You're asking for a lot of money based on what
proof?” The Man watched the
young man squirm. “She appears to be everything you claim,
but I can't just
take your word for it.”
“Can you take mine.” Super Babe snapped the ropes
binding her, and leaped off
the sofa to stand in defiance of the Man. She then whirled around upon
hearing
a gun click to deflect the bullets being fired at her, grabbed the man
in the
black suit by the neck, and tossed him onto the deck. One of the other
guards
wrapped an arm around the Heroine's waist, pinning her arms, while the
third
man tried to punch Babe in the jaw. She merely stretched her arms to
break the
grip holding her, and grabbed the oncoming fist with an open palm,
twisted the
man's arm, and threw him overboard. Knocking out the lone man standing,
Super
Babe re-entered the cabin.
“Very impressive.” The Man moved closer to the
Heroine. “I need to get a better
look at you. Have we met?”
Super Babe stared at the graying hair, the bushy eyebrows, the thin
mustache,
and suddenly a sense of fear and loathing surged through her, as she
looked
into those evil eyes. “It's you.” She said.
“I thought you were in prison.”
“I was a good boy, so they let me go.” He laughed,
and then pushed a button on
the small remote he held in his hand, releasing a net that was
stretched across
the ceiling. It fell over the unsuspecting Heroine as it floated to the
floor.
Super Babe started squirming, and pulling at the net, tearing a hole in
it.
“You didn't think that would hold me, did you?” She
bragged.
“Of course not young lady, but it wasn't designed to hold,
but to
disable...Feeling a bit warm?” He gave her that evil leering
grin. “As you tore
at the net, those tiny barbs were injecting a chemical into your
system. I
think you have about thirty seconds remaining.”
Super Babe did feel it getting warm, and her legs became unsteady.
“You
fiend..What have you done to me?”
“I have waited a long time for this moment.” He
wrapped his arms around the
hefty figure and squeezed tight.
She was now too weak to fight back, and just peered into those evil
eyes,
realizing she was at the mercy of this maniac. “Getting
sooo..dizzzzy..vision
so hazy..I..I..Uhhhhh.” Her body went limp in the Man's arms,
and he slowly
lowered the helpless woman to the deck. Super Babe lay sprawled on the
hard
wood surface, feeling herself drifting into the oncoming darkness.
“I've been
outsmarted.” Was her last conscious thought.
“You did good, Bruce, and here's the money.” The
Man handed the young red head
a large envelope.
“What's going to happen to Super Babe?” Asked
Monte.
“You don't want to know.” Was his answer.
Boomer