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Subject: {ASSM} <THM>  "Plague of Seduction" (FF, F-dom, MC, SF, NC) Sara H
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This is a story written for the ASSTR 5th Anniversary Theme Game.
The Theme is listed at the end of the story.

This is an adult lesbian story, including extreme sexual
situations among women. If such things offend you, please read
no further. Reading is a voluntary act. Parents, take
responsibility for your children.

(c)2001 Sara H

This story is posted by kind permission of Sara H. Do not post
elsewhere, in part or in whole, without the express permission
of the author.

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Plague of Seduction

by Sara H

Categories: (FF, F-dom, MC, SF, NC)

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My name is Miranda Johnson. I was the Team Leader on the QETIL
(Quest for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligent Life) Project for just
over two years, and was there overall for almost eight. I was an
interesting time, full of interesting people, and groundbreaking
ideas. During our fight for survival in an increasingly cynical
political arena, I had to learn skills I never thought I'd...
never mind. It's all in the past anyway.

Telescopes. Radio telescopes, to be more accurate. We listened
for radio signals of artificial origin, using a huge array of
radio telescopes pointed out at space. We barely touched what
was out there to hear. In a practical sense, using the universe
as a reference, we weren't doing anything at all.

Biblical creationists will tell you the odds are billions to
one that life could exist elsewhere in the universe, which is
akin to a watch falling together by accident when all the parts
are shaken in a box. What they choose to ignore is the fact that
the universe is so huge that we could, in a figurative sense,
never run out of watches manufactured in such a way.

So for those of us involved in QETIL, it was only a matter of
time. We didn't know if we'd be around to see it, but we knew it
would happen sooner or later. Turned out to be sooner.

Judy Raymond was the scientist on watch the night it happened.
She was about to fall asleep when the oscilloscopes showed a
peak repeating signal, alarms went off, and the antenna array
began to automatically redirect itself. She jumped up, dropped
the headphones, cursed, and then slammed them onto her head.

What she heard was background noise with a kind of thrumming
pulse in the mixture. She started the recorders and began making
calls. Within fifteen minutes, scientists were either tuning in
or getting to their labs as fast as they could.

I was one of the latter.

It took me a little over twenty minutes to get to the lab. I
had prepared myself for the insanity -- the jumping up and down,
the unbridled excitement at the possibility of having reached
our goal, the offers of champagne I'd have to outlaw so as not
to damage the equipment. What I found was certainly not that.

Judy was sitting, unblinking and slack-jawed in her chair,
hands pressing the phones tightly to her ears, oblivious to
anything around her. Dave Duggins, my assistant, was sitting at
my desk, playing with some papers. I didn't know what to think.
Had Judy told David to go fuck himself? Had she made a further
discovery and need quiet? Why was the signal not being played
through the speakers?

"Dave," I said, "what's going on?" He turned his eyes to me.
I'm not sure I can explain, but there was something missing,
some light that had disappeared from them. He looked at me like
a child gazing with vague disinterest at a complete stranger.

He hadn't looked like that three nights before while he was
fucking me. I turned away trying to rationalize. I had been
asleep. He and Judy had argued. That had to be it. Dave was just
being obstinate and pissed off. Egos are the hardest thing
scientists have to manage. Once I had the possibilities
categorized, I didn't worry about him anymore.

That's when I noticed Judy was tugging on the front of her
shirt. As I turned to see better what was wrong, she started
grunting and moaning, and opening and closing her legs as her
hips began to undulate. A thread of saliva was just starting to
trail down from the corner of her mouth. I looked down again to
her legs. I didn't want to see, but it was impossible to ignore.

Her jeans had a dark spot from her crotch half way down to her
thighs. I looked up again. It wasn't her shirt she was pulling.
It was just there, covering the nipples behind it. She was
torturing them now, twisting and grunting, her eyes getting
wider and wider, filled with obscene pleasure as her tongue
began to trace around her lips. She wasn't looking at me. Her
eyes were as sightless as a bat's.

I was frozen. I didn't know what to do. I mean, you have to
imagine what I'd expected, and what I'd found, and how much this
was like something out of a perverted episode of "Twilight Zone".

Finally I shook myself free from the sight and went to the
console. I turned off the signal and slammed the volume of the
headphones to zero. Maybe I already had a clue as to what had
caused Judy to go off the deep end. I don't know. I wasn't
thinking. I was just doing the first things I could think of as
they occurred to me.

Judy's moaning stopped. It was as if she was wired into the
volume control on the console or something. I turned around to
face her. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time.
Not the first time that evening, mind you, but the first time
*ever*. I trembled with an eerie sense of near-hysteria.

"Judy?" I managed to ask. "What in the world...?"

"Out of this world, Randi," she answered, smiling. "You know it
doesn't stop when you turn off the sound. It does something.
Starts a sympathetic loop or a residual patterning. I tried to
fight it. But it grows inside you." She shivered, and pulled her
nipples again. "And now I don't want to fight it anymore. I want
it to change me. It owns me. It feels sooo good to let go and
obey."

She'd lost it. The excitement of finding a signal from beyond
had been too much. I made a mental note to check her
psychological profile when I got through this. I should have
seen it coming, or so I thought. And now, with all the attention
we were bound to receive, a lunatic researcher was all I needed.
I retreated, trying to collect my thoughts while her hands
slowly caressed up and down her body.

While I was busy thinking about what I should do next, I didn't
notice her slowly rolling her chair over to the console. I don't
know if I would have stopped her even if I had. I didn't think
she was any kind of threat, or that she would do any damage.

I was so wrapped up in wondering about whether I should call
the hospital or the police that I nearly jumped out of my skin
when the speakers came on, blaring out the alien signal. She was
busy adjusting the controls, filtering out the background noise
so that it had a clarity that would be useful for study. That
was why we had hired her, after all. Her hips were still
grinding, though, and she had an obsessed grin on her face.

"Is that it?" I shouted over the loud pulsating thrum.

"Yesssss!" she shouted back, barely audible. "Just listen,
Randi! You'll understand in a moment!"

Well, what else could I do? I was a scientist, after all, and
this was the goal of years of work. The sound was incredibly
complex. I followed the intricacies into more and more
convoluted sounds while I watched the meters and instruments.
They were registering super- and sub-harmonics well beyond the
audible range, intertwined and mixing together in some kind of
frequency matrix that was as ordered as it was impossible to
untangle.

Then, without a particular cue, I was inspired. I found the
audible key, the repeating pattern the held it together. I began
to hear something much deeper inside the pulsing, thunderous
sound. Something beautiful and compelling. It was like music
that was vibrating my primal core, bringing into view rapturous
emotions beyond my ability to express. I staggered to a chair as
the emotional and intellectual assault began to invade my
conscious and subconscious mind.

I say assault because it was taking over my thought processes.
I could feel it happening. But that doesn't explain it at all.
It was seductive. Elegant. Impossible to ignore. Compelling is
the word, but demanding is more like how it felt.

I closed my eyelids and felt it seep into my brain through my
ears like honeyed lust. My body, incredibly, began to respond,
followed by random thoughts of sexual need and delight. Sexual
need? I was fucking horny as a goddamned alley cat in heat. I
tried to fight it -- I knew something wasn't right, but it was
like a boa constrictor... every time I let it gain a bit more
access to my mind, it held, waiting for the next moment when I
would relax.

My nipples... yes, my nipples needed my hands. Craved my hands.
My clit was singing an aria of orgasm, sending ripples up my
spine, making inroads into my deepest psyche. I was
hallucinating. But it was more concrete than anything in my life
had ever been. It was impossible to tell if I were falling out
of reality or into it. Maybe it was both.

"Just obey, Randi," It was Judy. "It's so much better when your
surrender. You will love what it does, so let it happen now
rather than later."

I know you want me to say I was heroic. That I resisted. That I
overcame this alien seduction via radio telescope. I might have.
I thought about it. I pulled my fractured will together,
preparing to do battle.

Until I felt Judy's tongue tapping my clit into ecstasy.

How had she gotten off my clothes? She hadn't. I hadn't
realized I had taken them off myself, my hands already obedient
to the Yenorian Goddess who sent the signal. Yenorian Goddess?
That and a million more bits of information were fusing into my
brain.

I screamed as my body buckled and fell to the floor, my mind
flooded with volcanic, fiery need. Need. *Need Judy. Female.
Fuck female. Yes. Obey.*

My thoughts were jelly. Sexy, black, latex covering my mind
with pure sex. Insidious. Obedient. God, I was in heaven and
Judy was taking me deeper into it. Our tongues met and for the
first time I tasted the essence of a woman, and realized it was
the essence of myself. Instead of cringing, as I would have a
few short minutes before, I suckled her tongue, hungry for every
taste of womanhood I could get. My hands matched hers as we
raked across and caressed every inch of each other, voracious
and insatiable in our soft-minded passion.

My nipples pressed to hers and I felt a huge electric shock go
right to the center of my brain, mixing with the sound, the
signal, the *program* I was being given. The program that was
rewriting me. The thought stuck and then was gone. Fuck it. I
loved it. I wanted more.

I wasn't disappointed.

We turned mouth to crotch and I bathed myself in her juices. I
pressed my nose into her cunt as she ground against me. My body
was moving against her, too. Our movements became as one as we
went on and on... Circle. Circle. Circle. Flick. Suckle. Nibble.
Circle. Eternity stretched before me. I wanted nothing but her
scent, her sex, her fucking heat and pleasure.

My legs began to jerk in spasms with every lash of her hot,
facile tongue. The music of the spheres took more and more of my
mind, creating more room for pleasure, more room for surrender,
devotion, sex, love, women... all mixing together into a witches
brew of seductive mind-flashing passion and fanatical obedience.

And then our bodies curled tightly as our bellies clenched,
tongues whipping each other into a frenzy as wave after wave of
glorious orgasm washed through us, together, and through others,
too... all who had the frequency alive in their minds, an orgasm
of collective power and eternity... brighter than the sun,
brighter than life... brighter... brighter...

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She was right, you know. Judy, I mean. Once you've heard even a
few milliseconds of the signal, the seed is planted. There's no
stopping it. It just takes a bit longer that way. Within twenty-
four hours, it had been played around the world, in newscasts
that thought it something groundbreaking and exciting, but safe
enough to air.

The men, well, they couldn't handle the emotional impact of the
Control Frequency. It left them empty, only able to sit, stand,
fuck, and eat. Not really too much different than they had been -
- just more obvious about it.

We're keeping them around for breeding, at least until
technology displaces the need for them. Goddess Sictlu, the
Yenorian Goddess in charge of Earth, or Yenor Sictlu as it's now
known, will be bringing that technology with Her on Her ship. We
only have ten more years to wait until the celebration of Her
arrival.

It took almost three years to convert everyone. This is an
auspicious occasion, Katrina. You are the last human to evolve
into the newness. The last to have the honor. With you, the past
dies, and we no longer will need to keep track, but only obey
the pleasures and lusts of our Control Frequency.

Hmm? No, it wasn't random, or even from a star. The signal was
sent to us on purpose, by the Goddess Herself. We never had a
chance. Saying that makes me nearly cum in devoted pleasure.
Your look of rabid fear is turning me on, girl.

I wonder, when T.S.Eliot wrote, "This is the way the world
ends. Not with a bang, but a whimper," if he knew how true that
was, and an inkling of what it could really mean? Mmmmm.

Now. We've wasted enough time with stories, and I'm horny as
fuck. Put on your headphones. No? Then let me put them on for
you.

That's better. Yes, you're feeling it already. The undiluted
signal only takes seconds to begin the change.

Now... yes, yes, I know... now, come over here and lick my
pussy, you sexy bitch.






Finis.

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This is a story written for the ASSTR Fifth Anniversary Theme
Game. The theme I was assigned was "Telescope." I hope you
enjoyed my little take on it. You can write me at
sara_h2020@yahoo.com.

Thanks for reading!

- Sara





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