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.

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