Message-ID: <6407eli$9712151626@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Curse Two: Curse of Denial - curse02.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <671p88$vu$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings from the shadows dear readers! You know the drill: if you are under 18 or live in a community that doesn't approve of adult material... DON'T READ THIS!! Don't make a profit off of my work. Repost this and all of my works freely. Archive even... just be sure to give all due credit to the author: ME!! ________________________________________________________________________ From the Shadows: Curse of Denial By: H.D. Meister According to legend, there is a particular stretch of Goose Neck Pond which is haunted. This would not be a problem... if it was not true. The legend never changes from the lie which has been fed to every eager ear. The truth, in this case, is more frightening than any horror movie idea formed by a trained mind. And it all began with a kiss... Darlene jogged Death Pass, confident that no one would be foolish enough to attack her there. It was little more than a quarter of a mile stretch, and was not lit, even though there were several lamps there. She knew the legend well, but ignored the words of caution offered by her peers. Besides... four years in self defense courses would help fend off any attacker. She rounded the first corner, disappearing from the sight of anyone looking at the entrance to Death Pass. Darlene focused on her rhythmic breathing, as her eyes traveled the path’s shadows, searching for any signs of an attacker. Nothing. She exited the path and took a moment to look back. That’s when she saw him. Or at least she thought she saw him. The shadows seemed to slide over the form, hiding it from her gaze. What she saw was shaped like a man, but the edges were blurred by the midnight black shadows. She looked up at the clear sky... and immediately her mind went into Engineer mode. From the angle of the sun, and given the trees and various vegetation placed as they were... those shadows should not even exist. She blinked, shook her head and returned her gaze towards the man. Gone... as were the shadows. Darlene chalked up the experience to listening to too many stories of untold terrors and continued jogging. She finished her routine alone in her dorm room, stretching her limber body. The lights were out, and she was nude. She knew it would not be long before that itch between her thighs became too intense to ignore. Darlene sat on the floor, her long legs spread wide apart, and gripped one foot. It was the last stretching exercise she did before pleasing herself. As she let go of her foot, preparing herself for the relaxing sensation of orgasm, the itch disappeared... violently silent. There was no warning. She was horny... then she wasn’t. Confused, she rose, dressed for bed, finished her homework and went to bed. Something was wrong. She knew she was dreaming. It was... peculiar... to actually know that she was dreaming. It was almost as if she was in the dream and watching it from a seat in a theater. She was running through Death Pass, breathing in the pattern she always used when running. Nothing. She exited Death Pass. Nothing. She was stretching. Nothing. When she woke up, Darlene blinked slowly. The dream was clear, and had no hidden messages or ideas. She went through her morning ritual easily, finishing with a shower. It was dangerous to masturbate in a communal shower, but she decided to chance it. The itch was there again, begging to be scratched. As her hands dropped towards her mound, it again disappeared. Frustrated, she shut the shower off, dried herself as best she could, and left the shower. As she was about to open her door, the RA, an overly chubby red head named Alexis, called to her. “Heard you decided to stroll down Death Pass, Darlene.” “Yeah. So what?” She was shocked at the venom in her words. “Looks like another victim’s made,” Alexis chuckled. “What the fuck do you mean by that?” Darlene felt the anger swell within her, rapidly clouding her vision in a blood red haze. When Alexis nodded towards her own door, Darlene stomped towards her, ready to explode. She entered the room, and the change hit her with more force than the end of a fifty floor plunge. The anger fled from her, but it didn’t feel as if it was banished... just teasing. “I take it you’ve heard the rumors about Death Pass.” “Several.” “Want to know the truth?” “You know what happened?” “I should hope so; I was there.” Alexis hoped that he would live up to his word. He was everything she wanted in a man, and quite a bit more. His skin was a milky chocolate brown, and was dusted lightly with the softest black hair. The body inhabited by his bright soul was deceptively out of shape. What looked like a man used to one too many beers in the belly was more powerful than she had first assumed. Several nights spent being held aloft in arms... for over twenty minutes and at least five different positions... had showed her just how wrong she had been. Then there were his eyes. They were dark brown... almost black. And they glowed with a space-black aura which frightened her, even when he was visibly happy or pleased. Something dark lay beneath those eyes, and it was something he wanted desperately to hide from her. They walked down the well lit path holding hands and speaking about the day’s events. She liked watching the warmth of comfort on his face. It belonged there, as she belonged at his side. She smiled and pulled him to a stop, turning him so that he faced her. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I love you.” She knew he would not turn away; she had felt the love within him grow until neither one could help but notice its existence. She saw his mouth open to reply, then his face changed. The end result was not an evil visage. It was the silent darkness of a hunter. His body went from the relaxed state of a man content with life to the calm power of a hunter who knows hunt is about to begin... and is ready. He kissed her, smiled and continued to walk. She followed, scanning the trees for the thing which had awakened this thing within him. Then... he moved. Alexis found herself being pushed forward by his strong hands, and stumbled... but did not fall down. One word blazed in her mind, spoken in his voice. “Run.” The tone was calm, but it possessed the power to make her body do what it was told. She ran. After rounding a corner, she turned towards her left and made her way through the thick brush, steadily going back towards him. Hiding behind one tree, she saw his end. It was a fight without words. Six attackers, all female, hit him with everything they had. Yet they didn’t capture her attention: he did. His body moved like a ninja master: true, powerful, and deadly. One woman fell to several thundering blows from his fists... or were those blows from his open hands? Another kissed a foot twice before her body had a chance to react. Then came the flash of steel. Alexis wanted to cry out a warning, but fear had gripped her too tightly. Even as his body slumped to the ground, she knew it wasn’t over. Alexis watched as the remaining four women raped his dying body. They took turns fucking themselves with his limp cock. One even rubbed her cunt over his dead lips, throwing an evil chuckle into the night air. On and on they went, even rolling him face down onto the dirt path and taking turns fucking him in the ass. “That’ll teach you,” one hissed. Then they were gone. Alexis waited until she was sure they were gone, and rushed to his side. She turned him over, noticing the tears which had been steadily flowing down her face. When he slowly opened his eyes, her heart leapt with joy. “Remember me,” he groaned. He was dying, and there was nothing she could do to save him. Her mind was muddled by plan after plan... yet none were even practical. Then she saw him stretch out his legs and force his hands to lay upon his chest. They began to assume a position she had only seen him take once before. Alexis lifted her eyes from his face... and found herself face to muzzle with thirteen of the largest, blackest, most evil pairs of eyes she had ever imagined. Only three had forms she readily recognized: a wolf... an eagle... a cobra. She heard him inhale, then exhale his last breath. It was a black fog which rose from his mouth. As each pair of eye closed and vanished, Alexis waited. One pair reminded long after the others left: the wolf. As she rose, so did those eyes. She turned and ran as fast as possible. Someone had to know the truth. “If that’s what really happened, why the legends?” asked Darlene. “The college buried the truth. It wouldn’t do good for their pockets to have such a violent crime on their history.” “Did they try to blame you?” “Of course, but they dropped that line. I never found out why...” “So... you think he haunts Death Pass?” “I know he does. And I know the curse has hit you.” “How?” “When was the last time you knew an orgasm?” Darlene was about to balk when she looked fully into Alexis’ eyes. There was a sadness there which drilled itself into her soul. “One day. Why do you ask?” “He always believed it was a man’s responsibility to give pleasure to his chosen partner. He believed that sex was a way to bond two souls together... regardless of the standards of the ‘moral majority.’ The curse takes away the victim’s lust. No one that goes through Death Pass know orgasmic pleasure... until he says so.” “So... why call it Death Pass?” “He kills pleasure. Nothing which even remotely gives someone any form of sexual gratification can live once the curse takes hold. Nothing.” “What about a serial rapist?” Darlene whispered. She knew the tale of Marcus Gordon, a serial rapist on campus who was rumored to have walked down Death Pass first. He turned himself in... and everyone guessed it was because he knew what he had done was wrong. Everyone, that is, who did not believe in the curse of Death Pass. “Marcus was the first,” Alexis spoke. “How do I get rid of this curse?” “You don’t. Until he has the chance to regain his revenge against those who took his life, I doubt anyone ever will.” “I saw him,” Darlene whispered. “A dark shadow in impossible light?” “How...” “I have heard the tales, Darlene. And yes... you did see him.” Three weeks had passed.. Three weeks with that same itch... which always vanished as she sought to ease the need to cum. Darlene was furious, and sought to find those who had taken his life... and her pleasure. She began as did so many others... looking into his life. Nothing. She looked into Alexis’ life. Again... nothing. Two more weeks had passed, and she was desperate. That’s when she got an idea. It was a week before the alumni returned to remember the past. Darlene put on a jogging outfit which would keep out the cold chill of late autumn and went to the entrance of Death Pass. She wasn’t sure what would happen, but she needed to cum more than she needed to eat or drink. Staying horny until she died was not an option. She began her jog, ignoring the call of her training. Her breathing was ragged and uneven, but she did not care. She continued to run until she saw a large black wolf laying peacefully on the path. “Please. How can I stop this? It’s driving me up a wall!” She didn’t expect the image to respond. It did. “I can smell them upon your body. You know them. Bring them... and Alexis.” “I don’t...” “Yes you do. I can smell them upon your body. Do this, or I shall haunt your days and nights. You shall not know pleasure. Only the pain of what could be. You shall never bear children. Your nights will be filled with the coldness I know... the cold of eternal oneness with nothing. DO THIS!” She watched as the wolf rose up... and up. It stood on its hind legs, taking the form of a legendary werewolf. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large black snake slither towards her, pushing aside the fallen leaves which were before it. It lifted its head, and showed itself for the cobra it was. The hood was easily three feet wide. “My brother speaks truly; I too sense their presence about you. Bring them; too many have suffered because of their lust for that which was never meant to be theirs.” “How...” “You have the means. Trust me.” the cobra hissed. Something within his words was familiar... and terrifying. When she remembered, she took one step backwards, no longer wanting to know how to end her curse. It knew her... and her past. “Yessssss... I know many things. I know you, Darlene. You have walked my path before. You know what to do.” “But...” “But what?” came a voice from behind and above her. She whipped her head towards the sound, and saw a giant eagle perched on a tree limb. “Do you not wish to rejoin the comforting path your routine has birthed within you?” “S... sure. But...” “Then bring them here. We shall see that justice is done, and you shall know peace once more,” the eagle spoke. Its voice was wise and strong. Darlene fell silent, thinking of the women she knew. No mention was ever made of what the women looked like, yet they said she knew them. The engineer within her slid a though through the irrationality it saw clouding her mind. He knew them. Alexis did not. Find the piece of the puzzle that fits this, and everything else will fall into place. “Alexis...” she whispered. “I have not forgotten my love,” the werewolf spoke as it walked towards her. Darlene wanted nothing more than to turn around and run screaming, yet her body did not respond. It stood still and allowed itself to be lifted in his powerful hands. Darlene felt his power... and caring. “I shall grant you one moment of peace. One and one alone. If you are half as wise as you are smart, you will know what to do. Bring them here.” She exited Death Pass, running at top speed. Her legs pounded with exhaustion, but fear replenished them, filling their empty tanks with power. She did not stop until she was at her dorm room, fumbling to open her door. “I went back Alexis.” “What?! Why?” “He knows them. I thought that if I could ask him, maybe...” “What did he say,” whispered Alexis. “He said that I knew them. He said I was to bring them, and you, to him.” “Why me?” “Well,” she began. Then she began to notice Alexis. It was not hard to understand what he saw in her. Alexis possessed a strength of caring which was... astounding. Her body would not have even been considered for a swimsuit calendar, but it would please a man who wanted his women natural. She was beautiful in a way which most could not fully understand. Darlene understood... and was frightened. The werewolf had been true to his word. He had given her one moment of peace. Even though it had been three days since her conversations with him, she had ignored the itch as it begged her to accept his generous offer. Until now, she had always questioned her motives. She remembered the cobra... and that summer day she had long ago thought forgotten. Darlene could not figure out how she had allowed herself to fall into the trap her supposed close friend had laid. Yet here she was, tied to Sandra’s bed like some sacrificial virgin. Sandra and Beth stood at the head of the bed, each wearing only black fishnet stockings, a matching black lace garter, and black silk panties. “You should be more careful who catches you cheating on a test, Darlene. And you definitely should remember the first rule when dealing with the devil,” chuckled Beth. “Don’t” muttered Sandra. Darlene begged her friend for mercy. The caring blue eyes were gone, replaced with ice cold orbs. “We are going to fuck you senseless, Darlene. We are going to use you like a whore.” Beth seemed anxious to begin. Her eyes were lit by the fires of the forbidden pleasures she was about to take from Darlene’s body. Darlene knew that any effort for mercy would be wasted on Beth; she was too highly strung. Beth was true to her word. Darlene watched as the athletic Beth strapped on a huge flesh colored dildo and approached her. She tried to cry out around the ball gag, only to find her words rammed back down her throat. “Don’t worry. I’m only going to fuck that dainty little asshole of yours. Sandra wants to be the first to fuck that filthy twat of yours.” Fear. Darlene had not known its clammy touch before. It gripped her tightly now as she felt her legs being hoisted skyward, still securely bound. Higher and higher they went, pulling her ass off on the soft satin sheets on Sandra’s bed. She tried to struggle, but her bindings allowed her only limited movements. She could move just enough... to fuck herself from slightly different angles by whatever device they chose to fill her holes with. Pain ran rampant through her twelve year old body as Beth fucked the dildo into her virgin ass with one lunge. Her body, desperate to avoid this intruder, thrashed about madly. Its actions served tow purposes, none of them the ones it wanted. It drove Beth to fuck her with more and more savage lust, and it also awakened her sleeping cunt. She had just discovered the pleasures of masturbation two months ago, but this was new. Different. Exciting. Darlene felt like a common slut, fucking whatever happened to be handy. Tears cascaded down her face as she tried again and again to cry out. Only exhaustion allowed her mouth the needed slack to suck around the hard ball which they slapped down her lips, and even then all Darlene was able to taste was her own humiliation. The sound of her ass slapping against Beth’s hips churned her dinner into the foulest of bile and sent it upwards, burning her throat as it sought escape. None was found, and it returned to her stomach, finding every nook it missed on its adventure to freedom. “Look at her move! She likes it!” “I told you she would. I know a slut when I see one,” intone Sandra. Darlene looked at her friend. The whole thing had been Sandra’s idea. Her closest friend had conspired to rape her. Shame and defeat now filled Darlene’s mind, and she submitted to their whims. When Beth had had enough of her body, it was Sandra’s turn. Darlene merely whimpered around the ball gag as Sandra mounted her and took her virginity. The pain blackened her vision, which her tormentors were all to ready to grant her by slapping her face with a towel soaked in ice cold water. “You’re not going to pass out on me bitch!” hissed Sandra. “I’ve been waiting for this for too damned long.” Darlene felt her body react to the assault, grinding her cunt onto Sandra’s constantly pounding hips. And again and again she came, wishing with all of the dregs of her soul that she could stop the torment... of Sandra and her own body. She felt her friend’s hands slide over her breasts and yank her nipples this way and that. The pain was there, but it seemed to bolster the pleasure she felt. “God. She looks good enough to eat!” giggled Beth. “First, this slut need to learn how to eat cunt. Get the knife.” Darlene was beyond the cold shock of Sandra’s words. She knew that she was theirs to use as she saw fit. Her eyes closed, and Darlene was dragged through the swamp of terrors. She saw... without seeing... Sandra yank off the fake dick before grinding her hairy cunt on her face. Darlene felt her tongue slide between her lips and do as Sandra commanded. It licked at the slim clit presented to it. Each event was the last and the one before it. She was untied, moved, then re-tied. She smelled the distinctive funk of an asshole as it was pressed into her face. Her cunt was being filled beyond all believe. Her asshole was being abused. And Darlene could not stop the rampaging orgasm that tore apart her body and soul. She had ceased trying. Darlene awoke screaming. Her eyes scampered to make sense of her surroundings. She was greeted by Sandra’s nude body. Her friend didn’t even speak; Sandra slapped her face and threw Darlene a towel. “Wash you face, slut. You’re mine. Now and forever.” Darlene lowered her head and nodded. As she limped home, Darlene found her mind working on two trains of thought simultaneously. She wanted to get home and take the world’s longest, most cleansing shower. She felt filthy. She could still taste both girl’s cunt juice on her tongue... and could tell them apart. Her breasts ached constantly, burning the memory of Sandra’s sadistic fascination with nipples. Then there was her asshole, which Beth had delighted in filling with everything from her tongue to a frozen ice-cream bar. The other train began slowly, beginning first with her grandmother’s soft, gentle voice. She remembered the words clearly: “Don’t hate. Our family can turn hate into the most vile of curses. Hate does nothing but blacken the soul. Keep your bright, Darlene.” She had promised her grandmother to always keep a bright soul, but Sandra and Beth... The had torn her innocence from her and burned it in the flames of their evil hearts. They had fucked her again and again and again... and she had loved it. No, she reminded herself. The body enjoyed the pleasure of sex. She did not love being used for their pleasure. The thought grew and grew until the words found her face, twisting it for one moment into a sight meant for demons. She spoke, and meant the words: “May you rot in Hell for what you two did. And I shall enjoy watching you burn.” “Alexis,” Darlene spoke. She was surprised that she wasn’t surprised that her voice sounded more like the werewolf’s own dark, deep tone. She watched Alexis’s eyes snap open in shock. Darlene waited for Alexis to see what she knew was the truth: he was within her. He had used her body to once more enjoy the softness of his love’s body. The next vision to greet Darlene’s eyes was the sleeping nude form of Alexis. Darlene smiled, kissing her goodnight before leaving for her own room. She slept well, especially since she was able to finally know orgasm at her own touch. “How...?” “She let me, Alexis. I want to leave this place, and I know how to do it. But I need her... and you.” Alexis looked into Darlene’s eyes, fear ruling her more with each breath. He had taken over her body... and she knew what he wanted. No... granted. She had not known the pleasure of female flesh since dating him, having sworn off her lesbian ways. She was in love with him, and would always love him. He never asked her to do what she did; he never asked about her past at all. He waited until she felt that she could trust him, and he never judged her. He loved her. End of discussion. She had not even entertained the thought of finding a lover... until that first glance at Darlene’s athletic body. There was never a moment when she regretted her decision to “step on through to the other side,” and it had been the status quo. Then Darlene came, and she knew once more the joy of erotic excitement at the vision of a woman’s body. Even dead, he knew her heart. He was granting her a chance to know the sublime flavor of womanly nectar. “It has been too long for you, Alexis. Please. Do not deny yourself this.” “What about...” “She will remember nothing. She has her own demons to fight, and this will never be remembered save for gossamer strands in dreams.” “Stop talking like a poet and get over here, Pup,” she chuckled. It was surprising how easily her body remembered. She walked forward and kissed Darlene’s lips softly, tasting two distinct flavors. One was familiar: strong, male, and full of caring. The other was... odd. It was female, but it was tainted with something which she could only call envy. Alexis thought to ask him to allow Darlene more to remember, but dismissed it quickly. Darlene would have her fill of love... some other time. Darlene’s hands began to remove her clothes, using a touch which was not his. Alexis wondered how much control he had over Darlene. “You think too much, Angel,” he chuckled through Darlene’s lips. “And I’m too easy to read,” she laughed. She allowed the hands to reveal her slightly overweight body to eyes which shone with passion. She stepped out of her black silk panties and watched as those eyes examined her. “You’ve lost weight.” Alexis smiled, then set about removing Darlene’s clothing. Each inch of flesh was fresh and new, glowing with a natural beauty. The breasts were pert, standing proudly on Darlene’s chest.. The choice of bras was peculiar: plain cotton. Alexis frowned; Darlene would have been better served wearing lace. Still, Alexis marveled at Darlene’s body. It was not overly built, but it showed signs of obvious care and work. Alexis stepped back from Darlene’s almost nude body. She was anxious to taste a woman’s special brand of passion, yet did not want it to be over too soon. She fell slowly to her knees, leveling her face with Darlene’s crotch. The cotton panties showed signs of arousal. Alexis wondered if it was Darlene or he who served as the source of pleasure. Not that it mattered to her; she wanted the flavor gliding over her tongue... sliding down her throat... too much to ask. Licking her lips, she plastered her mouth to Darlene’s sheltered mound and drank deeply. A groan, decidedly feminine, caressed her ears. Alexis felt fingers running through her fiery locks, and sucked hard. With a savage growl, she yanked the panties off of Darlene and beheld a neatly shaven cropping of hair. Smiling, Alexis resumed bloating herself on Darlene’s flow. Time passed, and Alexis rose from her place before Darlene. Her chin and lips boasted the glistening fruits of her labor, and the fire within Darlene’s eyes was genuine... and erotic. She carefully removed Darlene’s bra letting it float to the floor. Her hands slid over Darlene’s back, tracing intricate, gentle patterns on their way to the firm cheeks of her rear. The fingers walked along the groove between them, and Alexis felt Darlene spread her legs, proudly offering her access. Alexis felt alive. He had not given her a doll to play with, nor even a puppet. Darlene was alive, buried somewhere within layer upon layer of darkness. Silently thanking him... for the gift he had given to both women... she kissed Darlene. Darlene met her kiss with passion, tickling her tongue over her own. Alexis found the dark rosebud of her lover and slid one finger gently into it, rotating it slowly. Darlene’s groan filled her heart; she was pleasing to another. After so many nights spent alone, she was with someone. Someone she could give one speck of joy to. It was Darlene who broke the kiss, only to drag her lips down her neck. They stopped briefly to play with the stiff nipples before them. Alexis felt herself rising dangerously close to orgasm, and began counting sheep. When Darlene eventually found her bare mound and peppered it with kisses, Alexis fell. It had been so long since she had know what it felt like to cum that her body thrashed about as if hit by lightning. She cried out her pleasure, flinging her arms wide. She was crucified upon her own blissful cross, made of orgasmic ecstasy. Then all was calm... as calm as afterglow can be. She blinked, discovering that she was on her back. Above her stood Darlene’s trim body. “I want to see you as you are,” she whimpered. She forced her eyes to remain open as the shadows folded around Darlene’s body. Their final form greeted her eyes, and she cried. She beheld the form of the demon he had tried so desperately to hide from her. “I will always love you,” she whispered. “No matter what you look like, I will always love you.” “And I will never forget you, Alexis. Enjoy the night.” The shadows faded, and she knew he was gone. Whatever happened afterwards would be between her and Darlene. The morning blared its arrival through the open windows in Darlene’s room. She yawned, and immediately knew the source of the familiar feminine flavor on her lips. She smiled, rolled over, and set about ending her curse. She dressed and walked out of her room, pleased that Alexis was nowhere to be seen. She went through the day quickly, never once looking for the women who had killed Alexis’ love. Yet she did not despair; she still had one card left to play: chance. The dance was held in the campus hotel ballroom. Darlene watched the faces of those assembled, thinking about little but the sweetness of another orgasm. She was about to leave when three familiar faces entered. All three belonged to women who could have easily been models. They were tall, thin and very attractive... and all blonde. She remembered them because she had been their group leader as she escorted alumni through the campus. She had thought that they had been lovers back the; they always stuck together. It had taken only three minutes of their giggling pratter to piss her off. But what was more surprising was their smell. Each smelled heavily of expensive perfume. When she had shaken their hands, it almost choked her. Now... she saw flashes of Death Pass. She smiled and walked towards them, forcing her stride to remain calm. “Hello, Ladies.” “Well hello there!” chirped the tallest blonde. Darlene recalled her name: Sandy. “Say,” chimed the one with the biggest breasts... little more than plump pears. Andrea, Darlene remembered. “What’s this abut a haunted part of campus?” “It’s called Death Pass. I can show it to you if you like.” Darlene wished she could pat herself on the back; she was putting on a performance worthy of study years from now. “We’ll meet you there. Say... ten?” “Sounds good. I’ll be there!” Darlene turned and left the three blondes. That’s when the engineer within her spoke up. Something seemed wrong about her encounter. They had asked her about Death Pass on the last night of their stay. Either they did not believe in the curse... or had a plan of their own. Darlene walked towards her dorm, turning the argument over and over. They had asked. Darlene could not believe that they were foolish enough to return to the scene unless they had some plan. What’s more... THEY had asked HER. She knew that rumors were floating around about her since her first trip through Death Pass. Perhaps they saw her as a threat. No... it had to be something else. Maybe they knew how to end the curse. That idea chilled her soul; if they knew how to end the curse, it could not be a favorable ending for him. Maybe they knew who she was. And if they knew that... then they also knew who Alexis was. Darlene stopped under the orange glow from above. If they knew Alexis, then perhaps they thought that she knew who they were... and planned to kill Alexis on the same ground which had drank his blood. She remembered Alexis’ tale. The women involved were skilled martial artist. They were also well prepared for their encounter with him then. Would now be any different? She cleared her mind of questions and possibilities. He knew what he was doing... who he faced. She could only trust in someone she had no reason to trust. That did not warm the coldness which crept along her spine. “Are you sure about this?” asked Margie. “Of course. With this little trinket, we are going to have our own ghostly sex slave,” chuckled Sandy. “Bullshit. I saw we chicken out now.” “Cool it, Andrea. No one can hurt us. No one else knows.” “What about that red headed bitch he called a girlfriend?” “She’s been taken care of. Trust me. Now get out of that dress. Or am I going to have to eat you through them?” “Wouldn’t be the first time, bitch,” moaned Andrea. They all stripped quickly. Normally they would take their time fucking each other into a blissful slumber. But tonight was different. They wanted to finish what they had begun, and planned to have a little extra pleasure with Darlene in the bargain. It was Sandy who began by plastering her face between Andrea’s thighs. She quickly found the rather long clit sticking lewdly from its sheath and sucked it hard. One hand found her lover’s asshole and rammed three fingers deep within the dark passage. “Damn that’s good!” hissed Andrea. “Just wait. I’ve brought an old friend with me,” laughed Margie. Andrea spread her legs and gripped her ass, exposing her asshole to the coming assault. Sandy yanked her fingers from the now relaxed anus and thrust them into Andrea’s slobbering cunt. Seconds later, her asshole was crammed to capacity with the latex monster they called Fred. “Get busy, Sandy!” Grunted Margie as she fucked the fake dick into Andrea. Sandy shifted slightly sending the fingers... all five of them... into Margie’s asshole. They continued fucking each other, stopping just short of the normal breath taking orgasm they had grown accustomed to knowing. The night belonged to their newest slave: Darlene. Darlene watched as the three women walked towards her. She had chosen to dress in clothes which were warm, but easily shed should one of them try to get a hand on her. With each step they took, she saw the millions of possible outcomes. Her mind raced, telling her to bail out now. Yet she had to see this through... just as she had done that summer day. Justice was painful, and she had seen her words come true. Sandra was nothing more than dust in a jar. And Beth... they still had not found. At least not all of her. It began slowly, pulling at the corners of her soul gently. The closer they came, the more it pulled. Then it was one with her, and Darlene was angry. They had caused the ends of too many relationships. Their greed had poisoned two good hearts. They would pay... with what was left of their souls. Darlene started the tour with a brief introduction to the history of Goose Neck Pond. She told the most popular version of the legend as she walked along the dark path. They were somewhere near the middle when someone grabbed her by the arm. “Let go.” The voice came from everywhere, smothering her with its power. “Make me, you dickless wonder!” shouted Sandy. The loudness of the sound told Darlene that someone else held her arm. She gave a token struggle, knowing that she could easily break free should the need arrive. And it did. Quick as a two minute arctic day, Darlene felt something go over her mouth. She reacted instantly, holding her breath. She thrashed about, slowly decreasing the fight until it appeared she was unconscious. The growing fog told her how close to the truth her act was. She cracked her eyes open, and saw Alexis walking towards them. Nude. This was not in the plan. Darlene felt the shout swell within her, but it was choked off. Something was... different about Alexis. The eyes: they were not hers. The bright spark of life was gone, replaced by the fire red glare he owned. He had possessed his love’s body. Darlene froze as she realized what his plan had been. Alexis would die, and together they would get the revenge they both sought. The wind swept through the trees, and Darlene no longer felt the presence of another near her. Fear took over and she ran, blindly crashing through the trees. Time does funny things when fear fuels the body. It no longer becomes a constant ticking in the universal clock. Such was the case now. Sandy quickly took an offensive stance, ready to crush Alexis quickly. In her hand, she held the small trinket which, if all went as planned, would enslave him forever. She considered him a coward in sending Alexis to fight his battle. Sandy’s choice of clothing... a loose pair of jogging pants and a hooded sweatshirt... aided her. And it also aided the intruder which slithered up one leg of her pants. Alexis seemed to just stop moving... she lost track of her friends. All that mattered was this new threat. Sandy kicked her leg violently, hoping to shake the snake free. She realized her mistake only after she felt the head of the serpent fly into her cunt, easily defeating the defense offered by her cotton panties. Then it grew. The entire body of the snake expanded, bloating her cunt. Sandy tried to remove her pants, but the sudden power of her orgasm locked her body. She screamed... more from fright than pleasure... and fell to the ground. Hard. She tried again to dislodge the thing in her cunt, rolling to her side in the struggle. Mistake. Sandy was used to getting double fucked... but not by a snake. Something forced its way into her asshole. The rest was darkness. Margie held Darlene tightly... until she saw Sandy hit the ground. The small trinket glistened once before the dead leaves claimed it. She felt her captive run, but didn’t give chase. Sandy was in trouble, and that trinket was the only thing that mattered. She lunged for it... Fear. Margie saw her goal speed towards her. The next instant was full of pain. Something had gripped her shoulders, piercing her skin. Then she was on the ground. She turned her hear and saw a giant black bird beating its wings over her. She rolled over... it dove. The sound of her own flesh tearing twisted in her mind as the bird tore her breasts from her body. She saw her hands move to defend herself. As fast as she was, the bird was even faster. It rose, carrying her breasts in its talons. Margie rolled over and tried to crawl over to Sandy. Safety in numbers. She felt the bird before she saw its shadow as it covered her in a deep darkness. She cried out for mercy... and received only more pain. The vicious pulling on her clit told her the bird’s target. Even through her black denim jeans she felt the bird tear her clit off as it would a piece of meat meant for its hatchlings. Her tears fell freely as she felt her body being lifted into the air. She remembered his face as it was, and whimpered, “I’m sorry...” She never felt the large tree branch impale her. Nor did she know the pleasure of her last orgasm. Andrea watched each of her associates thrash about. Then the pain of a fist in her face sped up Time. She spun about, ready to face Alexis. And she did... Along with him. He stood beside her, relaxed and peaceful. Anger filled her mind and clouded her vision red. She launched herself at them, knowing this was her last battle. Each movement and blow brought her closer to orgasm... and she didn’t care. They had somehow been ready for them. Andrea didn’t care. All that mattered was survival. She saw her hand flash out and grip Alexis’ tit. Then Alexis was gone, and Andrea screamed. He had gotten behind her and hit her. She felt her spine snap... and didn’t care. She felt her cunt explode in orgasm... and didn’t care. “Justice,’ came a thousands voices from everywhere. And still Andrea fought. She saw images... more shadows than reality... appear. This was to be her end. She didn’t care; she had lived her life as she saw fit. With a final war cry, Andrea thrust her hand towards Alexis... Darkness. “It is over.” “Take me.” He turned towards Alexis. He knew she would ask, and knew he would take her with him. That did not make the choice any easier. He walked over to her, a smile of peaceful joy upon his face. “I love you.” AFTERMATH: “Two down.” “Yeah. And you were right; this one is just flat out sick.” “But at least it’s almost over.” “That doesn’t make me feel any happier about it. Look at this! What in the world could throw a woman twat first onto a limb close to twenty feet in the air?” “Don’t ask question like that. We’re here to clean up the mess. Let’s do our jobs.” “What about her? She doesn’t have a mark on her body. How do we explain that?” “She killed them, then killed herself. Word has it that she’s his girl, so that will be easy enough to arrange.” “How can you be so calm about this? What’s your deal?” “I ain’t used to it. I do what I’m told. Don’t like it, but that’s the way it works.” Silence. “Two down. What about the third?” “When that one happens... I hope your ready. And I hope boss is ready.” “What’s he got to do with the last?” A soft chuckle. “Just wait.” It had been two months since Alexis died, and Darlene still walked by her door, touching it once before starting her day. There had been many changes. She was now dating a young man named David Tillman. He was shy and gentle, and loved her deeply. It had taken Darlene close to seven weeks to admit that she found him attractive. After that, things seemed to flow naturally. Now she enjoyed the silent moments they spent together. Sex had not even entered her mind... until now. She saw David’s lean body towering over her. She could tell that he was a virgin, and that excited her more than the anticipation of his manhood splitting her open. She reached between them and guided his white hot strength towards its new, and hopefully permanent, home. She insisted that he not use a condom; she wanted to know the feel of male seed blasting her inner chamber of Life. Once he was fully within her, Darlene let Mother Nature take charge. It was more than she could have hoped for. David held off his own orgasm for what appeared like eons before it would not be denied. Yet even then he struggled, seeking to lose himself as she crashed into the largest of her own orgasmic tidal waves. She cried, moaned, grunted and hissed, urging him to join her. When he finally surrendered, there was nothing in the world that could have been better. Darlene arched her back and howled. Time ticked by as they slowly descended from their mutual orgasm. Darlene opened her eyes and looked at David. His blue eye flashed, briefly, a familiar red hue. “Thank you,” he whispered as he fell upon her heaving chest. The voice was his... and theirs. Darlene smiled, wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s back, and drifted into her first peaceful sleep since...? It was a mad scramble to cover up four dead bodies, but he had managed it. He watched the old woman sitting calmly before him, his eyes filled with anger and fear. Two down... “And One to go, Mr. President.” “What can I do? These... incidents... are going to ruin the college... and me!” “You can do nothing. But I foresee a calm in the storm.” “Really?” “Yes.” Silence. “I take it you know I plan to retire at the end of next semester. Will I be gone before the third incident?” The old woman rose and walked towards the door. Before leaving, she spoke. “You will leave. The curse will end. But you will not enjoy peace upon your exit from the stage. You have cast the actors. Now watch as your performance is revealed.” He growled, angry at everyone and no one. He rose from his desk and slapped away the faked police report. It would be later that evening when the person responsible for cleaning his office would find the small pendant. 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