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A Six Pack of Hecate (1/2)

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. Once again, a foreign
babe falls into the clutches of Katie McN. So, if a graphic
description of hot female sex might offend you in any way, it's
time to leave - now. And, if you feel blackmail is not a cool way
to gain the sexual favors of a delicate Flower of British
Womanhood, you've got a lot to learn and just shouldn't be
reading this story. There's a bunch of other lesbian stuff just
as good happening here so consider yourself warned.

You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know.

This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel free
to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places where
people are interested in this sort of thing.

With a dedication to the *real* Hecate who probably looks better
bending over than the foxy girl described in this story. The
author includes several paragraphs created exclusively for the
story by Hecate who probably learned her lesson from this unhappy
experience and won't be so quick to e-mail story snippets to
Katie McN in the future.

Thanks to Denny Wheeler, coolest editor around!

---

Hecate was so excited! She was finally going to meet Katie McN.

H could hardly believe that Katie would be able to arrange for
the Space Shuttle to land at Heathrow just to pick her up and
take her to Texas. And yet, here she was landing at Midland
International Airport at the start of her exciting adventure.

H was the only passenger on the Shuttle this trip. So, she was
able to sit up front in the copilot's chair for the entire flight.
How wonderful!

When the shuttle finally landed at Midland International, Hecate
started to thank Captain Kristy for the exciting flight. But,
before she could finish, a car came speeding toward the shuttle
from around the back of the terminal. It seemed to be moving at
over 200 MPH and was heading directly toward the large space
craft now securely moored on the landing strip.

Why, the racing sports car moved like a red flash of light in the
dusky shadows of early evening.

"Look, that's an Aston Martin DB4. My, that car must be 30 years
old and in such perfect condition." Hecate was surprised to see a
marvel of British Engineering here in Texas.

She watched the car brake into a power slide that brought the
driver side door almost flush against the passenger stairway.

Hecate ran to the passenger stairs and didn't stop running until
she was finally down on the ground next to the sexy vehicle. The
young British girl was standing motionless on the runway when the
driver side car door slowly opened and a mysterious woman stepped
from the car.

Hecate, knew who this must be. Yes, yes, it was Katie McN!

Hecate recognized the incredibly beautiful woman from the picture
Katie sent her along with an autographed copy of her recent best
selling book, "Claudette of the North".

Hecate expected Katie to be some larger than life icon, but no.
Katie seemed so down to earth and very much like all the girls
back home in Swathford on Leaky.

Well, perhaps the clothes were a little different.

Hmmm. Katie certainly was not dressed like the girls back home.
That's for sure.

A very short, red leather mini-skirt that revealed most of the
details of Katie's extremely attractive legs.

Katie's legs looked even more interesting because of the 5 inch
heels she was wearing. Why, Hecate never saw a young girl wear
such shoes. My goodness.

Katie was wearing a tee shirt that stopped about two inches above
her shiny leather belt. The shirt moved provocatively up and down
over her very flat tummy as she strolled toward the shuttle. It
seemed that every one of Katie's steps revealed just a little
more skin. Why, every man in the place was staring at her. She
certainly was the most beautiful girl Hecate had ever seen.

Hecate was staring, too.

Katie's gorgeous blonde hair was silky and thick. It draped over
her shoulders in rippling waves that cried out to be touched.

At first, it was difficult for Hecate to guess just how tall
Katie was. The high heels added quite a bit to her height. She
finally guessed Katie was around 5' 7" in her bare feet.

Katie's body was quite nice to look at, too. She was slender and
couldn't weigh more than 117 well proportioned pounds at the very
most.

The Texas Rose had well rounded breasts and a butt that looked
sooo sexy on her rangy frame. Hecate never saw such an incredible
body on any woman.

H was so shocked when she noticed Katie was not wearing a bra!

Katie's boobs bounced and jiggled under her loose tee shirt in a
very provocative way as she walked toward Hecate with a look of
pure lust on her face.

Everyone was watching Katie and no wonder.

But Hecate was watching more intently than the others.  With the
proof she had about Katie's criminal activities, she was really
going to have some fun.

Hecate noticed Katie was carrying a six-pack of long neck
bottles. No, it couldn't be, she was sure she saw the Cervesa
Hecate logo on those bottles of beer.  Oh, well she thought,
she'd have something cold to drink as she amused herself with
Katie later in the evening. She was longing to have this little
Miss over her knee for some fun and games. Later, she imagined
Katie with her head up her skirt, a nice shiny black leather
little number............

---

Lady Hecate is one of the richest women in the world.

And, unlike many other English aristocrats who rely on the title
and wealth handed down over generations, she lifted herself from
a humble beginning to take her proper place as a veritable scion
of British society.

A few years ago, Hecate invented a computer database program
which she called Access. She subsequently licensed the program
rights to Bill Gates and Microsoft for several hundred million
dollars.

Hecate used these funds to acquire over 200 breweries in Mexico
and gained a monopoly over the production of beer in that
country. She was able to drive the price of beer sky high. Why,
the poor Mexican campesinos had to pay as much as 2 or 3 centavos
for a single long neck. (Translator's Note for Foreign People:
Texas patois for a beer bottle. Second Translator's Note for
Texans: Patois means slang partner.)

While everyone knows that the Hecate Brand of beer is the sales
leader world wide, few realize that Hecate devised the recipe and
brewing techniques, which now dominate the industry, over a long
weekend at the Luxford On Paunch resort in Whickinghamshire.

Always looking for new adventures, the darling girl purchased a
number of haute couture fashion maisons where she installed some
distinguished looking people who pretended to be the owners.

Her fashion empire includes the distinguished establishments of
Yves Saint Lauren, Versace, Sergio Rossi and Galliano. She paid
these people so well that they never told anyone who the real
owner was, and, certainly never considered leaving no matter how
difficult matters might get.

Once a year, Hecate acquired a complete wardrobe from her Yves
Saint Lauren boutique. Of course, Yves would have preferred to be
in some Paris hotel room with a 12 year old boy who would beat
his naked body soundly with an oak cane. But, on the special day
when Hecate toured the plant, he was more than attentive to her
every whim and need.

Yves realized that his only other employment opportunity was
limited to men's room attendant at some seedy Bosnian Restaurant
in Montmartre, and so he would do anything to please the grand
dame. Many of the humiliations she forced on him seemed to be in
fun, but he still did not understand why she made him stroll
through the halls of YSL in silk boxer shorts, singing Conway
Twitty songs. She explained it to him once, but he was never
really clear on the details.

Shoes were always a weakness for Hecate. She found that there was
nothing like a tastefully appointed 5 inch, stiletto heel to make
a girl feel so very feminine. Every January, all normal work
stopped at the Sergio Rossi studios in Milan. Yes, it was time to
create the delicate footwear and assorted leather goods Hecate
would use during the next 12 months.

Sergio did not oversee the production of shoes alone. No, no. The
master craftsman produced a wide range of whips, harnesses,
straps, bindings, masks, cuffs and other bondage items so favored
by the people of the British Isles. The house slogan "Quality is
As Quality Does" never meant more.

Hecate would have no one other than Donnatella Versace herself
supervise the manufacture of her leather undergarments. It
required the year round efforts of more than 200 Italian
grandmothers to simply tan the skins used in the creation of
Hecate's hidden secrets. The leather came from the hides of lambs
no older than 14 months. The tanning process produced a finished
product with the look and feel of urban silk.

Donnatella worked for a minimal stipend at this labor of love.
Just seeing the lovely Hecate in leather suspenders and seamed,
black silk stockings was enough payment for Donsie (as Hecate
playfully called her). She felt she had died and gone to heaven
on the rare occasions when Hecate let Donnatella use her tongue
to savor the sweet juices that flowed like the nectar of the gods
from Hecate's love box.

It was rumored that Hecate had some very explicit pictures of the
Queen and that she used John Galliano as a go-between whenever
she needed that just right piece of jewelry from the royal
collection to set off an outfit. Hecate must have something on
John G, as well, given the strange attire and affectations he had
to endure over the years at her bequest.

---

And now back to our story...

Katie observed the incredibly exotic foreign woman standing on
the runway next to the car. She was far more beautiful than any
picture could convey.

Hecate wore a very short, shiny, black leather mini-skirt that
revealed seamed black silk stockings and 5 inch high heels.

The fashion diva wore a silk blazer that ended about two inches
above her shiny leather belt. A single button kept the coat from
completely exposing the two most enticing breasts Katie had ever
seen. Why, every man in the place was staring at Hecate. She
certainly was the most beautiful girl Katie McN had ever lusted
over.

Hecate's gorgeous raven brown hair was silky and thick. It draped
over her shoulders in rippling waves that cried out to be
touched.

At first, it was difficult for Katie to guess just how tall
Hecate was. The high heels added quite a bit to her height. She
finally guessed Hecate was around 5' 7" in her bare feet.

Hecate's body was quite nice to look at, too. She was slender and
couldn't weigh more than 117 well proportioned pounds at the very
most.

The Flower of British Womanhood had well rounded breasts and a
butt that looked sooo sexy on her rangy frame. Katie never saw
such an incredible body on any woman.

Katie was so excited when she noticed Hecate was not wearing a
blouse or bra!

Hecate's boobs bounced and jiggled under her loosely buttoned
coat in a very provocative way as she walked toward Katie with a
look of pure lust on her face.

While this was the first time the two lovelies met in person,
they embraced as if they had known each other forever. The
persons standing around the Space Shuttle gawked in stunned
disbelief in the presence of these two stellar beauties.

Even with Katie helping her into the car, Hecate had a difficult
time getting into the passenger seat of the sleek sports vehicle.
Somehow her leather skirt rode up in such a way that Katie had an
unobstructed view of the skin between the top of Hecate's leather
thong and the delicate leather garter belt holding up her silk
stockings. After, a few moments of struggle, the two delightfuls
were finally able to get into the Aston Martin and streak off
toward the I 20 Expressway, known locally as the Gateway to Big
Spring.

It was fortunate that Katie had driven this highway so many times
because she could hardly take her eyes of the vision of
loveliness sitting next to her in the car. Hecate made no attempt
to adjust her leather skirt which by then had ridden up well over
the top of her nylons revealing the metal snaps and leather
garters that held her stockings firmly in place. Katie noticed a
tiny patch of material from Hecate's thong peeking out at her
from the lush confines of the vee at the top of the most gorgeous
legs Katie had ever seen.

Hecate was quite interested in the exciting scenery along the I
20 expressway. As the young British girl turned to look this way
or that, Katie was able to see one or both of her succulent
globes as they playfully revealed themselves and then hid again
inside the expensive silk jacket.

It was fortunate for Katie that they soon arrived at the stately
McN Mansion in Big Spring or she would have been forced to
relieve her tensions right there on the highway.

The stately McN Mansion was located on 53 thousand acres just
North of Big Spring, TX. The main house looked very much like the
White House, except much larger. It had 197 rooms, including the
Davey Crockett Theater where every year the top ten grossing
country acts were allowed to play the room to the delight of the
15 or 20 invited guests. Katie was thought to have spent over $12
million on this event last year.

You could feel the tension in the air as the two women faced each
other in the H. L. Hunt Library room. Katie had just finished
showing Hecate her autographed collection of Peter Parker
stories. During a lull in the conversation, Katie offered Hecate
another mason jar full of Amontillado. Both girls were a little
flushed after drinking a couple of six packs of Hecate and a half
gallon of tequila. The distinctive taste of this fine wine would
set things off just fine.

Hecate was really beginning to enjoy Katie's company. She almost
hated what she was going to do next, but she just couldn't help
herself and decided it was time to move forward with her plan.

"Katie I have the original copies of several manuscripts here."
She threw some dog eared papers on Katie's desk with obvious
disdain. Katie didn't know what to make of this turn of events.

"I had my attorney, Daphne Xu, review these stories. She found
that you used under age characters in every one of them. Why, in
Mother Knows Best you had a 13 year old girl enjoy sex with two
adults including a woman. You implied that she would be having
sex with her stepmother on a regular basis. And, look at this
Claudette of the North story. The two little girls you have
getting drunk in a "tittie" bar are only 14. The lesbian sex
between those two is just shocking, and it certainly is
disgusting that you would have the poor innocent Canadian girl's
first time be an eight person gang bang. A Letter to Vanessa may
be the most disgusting one of all. Why, who would ever think to
write a romantic story about two 13 year old girls' first time
lesbian encounter. Outrageous."

Daphne told me that you could get 20 years on a chain gang here
in Texas for writing such sinful stories."

End of Part 1


--
Katie McN <katiemcn@my-deja.com>
Coming soon to ASSM "A Six Pack of Hecate"
An International Tail - Yep, That's Her

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