Message-ID: <16784eli$9810280537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Phil Stevens" Subject: Rachel`s Curse 8/11 (tg MF rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="x-user-defined" 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: <000501be01d5$59bef060$e90f883e@anonymou> Here`s part eight of Rachel`s Curse Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com --------------------------------------------- Rachel`s Curse ============== Chapter Eight ------------- The car ride seemed to take forever. I was stuck in the back of his vehicle completely blinded by the hood placed over my head. Eventually I felt the car stop and the engine turn off. My instincts told me from the way the engine sound echoed that I was in a garage. I heard the back door of the car open and I then felt his big hands grab me and pick me up. Again the urge to scream swept through me, but I knew that I had to just go along with whatever this guy wanted, at least for now. He stood me up and pushed me forward. Now I can tell you that being pushed forward, when you are blinded and your hands are tied behind you back is a frightening experience. As I stumbled forward, I tripped over a step and this man grabbed me once more and steadied me before pushing me forward again. Then I heard a door open and I guessed I was pushed inside. Although I couldn't see anything through this blindfold, I could always see pieces of light filtering through. But now, it was completely dark, so I guessed I was in a dark room. Then I heard this guy flick a switch and I could see some light through the hood, so I knew I was a room. His hands gripped my arms one more time and he started pushing me forward and downward at the same time. It became instantly obvious that we were going down some wooden stairs. I lost my footing several times because I still had my heels on and I had to be steadied. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, I assumed I was in a basement. He pushed me forward once more before shoving me down on the ground. I gave a faint cry as I could barely imagine what was coming next but all he did was speak to me. "Don't make any fucking noise" he said before I heard him walking up the stairs, closing the door behind him and locking it. I was still lying on the floor with my hands bound behind my back and a hood over my face. I assumed that the guy was no longer in the room but I couldn't take that for granted. He might be lingering around watching me. I just laid there for several minutes without moving a muscle as I strained to hear a sound, any sound. Eventually I heard some boards creak above me. I could only assume that the noise was upstairs and that this guy was no longer in the room. I decided I had to do something. I couldn't just lay here and wait for him to come back, so I first kicked of my heels. Then I rolled onto my back and tried to get my tied arms in front of me by pulling my legs up close into my body. Rachel's body was fairly nimble and I had worked out to keep it in shape but this guy had done a really good job of tying my hands behind me because I just couldn't get them in front of me no matter how much I rolled around. Eventually I just laid in a heap and started to cry. *************** Some hours later I had calmed down slightly, but all I could do was think about how stupid I had been in the parking lot. For the most part over the past year I had developed female instincts when in Rachel's body and for the past six months Rachel told me it was impossible to tell me apart from any normal woman, except of course for my depression after our marriage. But there were always occasions when my true male self would shine through even when I was in Rachel's body and back in the parking lot was one of those times. Why the hell did I have to try and play the hero. I should have completely ignored that guy and locked myself in my own car. But there's no point moaning about it after the fact. Right now, I was locked in his basement and I couldn't even bear to think what he was planning to do to me. ******************* The next few days were a blur. This guy kept me tied, blindfolded and locked up in his basement for two days. He did, at times remove my blindfold, but he would then gag me and tie me to a chair. He brought me food and water and allowed me to go to the bathroom, although I was blindfold at the time, so I had no idea what his house was like. On the third day, he eventually removed my blindfold and untied my hands. I was weakened, physically and emotionally. I had to fight hard to keep my spirits up. I knew he was trying to break me and I wasn't going to make it easy for him. The past two days had been emotional torture. He had kept me waiting for the inevitable time when he would rape me. Something told me that time was fast approaching. Now that I was free, I half considered making a run for the stairs. But I knew that I was in no condition to fight. Even at full strength, I posed no match for him, but now it was a hopeless fight. "Well, you even made the newspapers." he said. "It says 'police suspect that local woman Rachel Wilkins was abducted by an unknown person. Her car was found abandoned in a parking lot with the doors open. Investigations are continuing.'" he finished reading the article. "In other words, they've got diddly shit." he added. "You won't get away with this." I said. "Why not. I always have. I've never been caught yet." A thought then occurred to me. This guy was making no attempt to hide his face. I would easily be able to identify him if he let me go. That could mean only one thing. He had no intention of allowing me to live after he was done with me. "Oh, there's something else." he said. He held up a letter. I remembered that it was the letter that I had put in my purse before leaving the house. It just said Rachel & Paul on the front with no other markings. I had forgotten to read it during the day. "Someone sent you a blank piece of paper." he said as he pulled out a piece of paper with writing all over it. "What" I said wondering why he was calling it a blank sheet of paper when there was clearing writing on it. "It's a blank sheet of paper. You must have some weird friends" he said as he waved it in the air. But I could clearly see handwriting on one side of it. I thought this guy must be blind or crazy not to see it. Then it occurred to me that I might be the one going crazy. After this emotional torture he has been putting me through, I'm probably hallucinating. "May I see it" I asked holding out my hand tentatively wanting to see what it said regardless of whether I was hallucinating. "Later, if you're a good girl" he said as he crumpled it in his fist and threw it down on the floor. "Let's get down to business first. Suck my cock" he said looking me straight in the eye "What." I nearly shrieked. It wouldn't have been the first time I had done it, but I had only even sucked Rachel's cock, never anyone else's. The thought of sucking anyone else's cock was disgusting. "Come on. What do you think I brought you here to show you my stamp collection. We've waited long enough. Now it's time to see some action. Suck it." he said. "No." I firmly replied. "Suck it... or you die." he said as he pulled out a large hunting knife. It looked like the same knife he had used when he abducted me. Somehow I knew he wasn't lying about his threat to kill me. But I also guessed that he would probably kill me anyway once he's done with me. I hesitated briefly for a few seconds, but I soon realized that I had little choice but to do as he ordered. I slowly shuffled over to him until I was right in front of him. Then I knelt down which I found to be extra humiliating. This guy wasn't just content with raping me. He wants to dominate me and humiliate me by making me kneel down and suck his cock. I slowly moved my hands up to his pants and unzipped them. Grimacing, I reached inside and I could feel his hard cock as I pulled down his boxers slightly before reaching in fully and taking his cock in my hands. He placed the knife under my throat. I could feel the sharpness of the blade. "If you try anything funny, I'll slit your throat. Don't think I won't do it." Once again the chill in his voice told me that he wasn't lying and that he wouldn't hesitate in killing me. He must have known what I was thinking because I had planned on biting on his cock off. But with a knife at my throat I knew I had to go along with whatever he wanted. As I pulled his cock out of his pants I could see just how small it was. When I had first reached inside his boxers I thought his cock wasn't at full erection. But now that I could see that it was fully erect and it barely extends much more than four inches, I wanted to laugh, but I knew that would only get me into more trouble. I felt slightly better. At least I knew I could give him a good blowjob if it was that small. After learning how to suck my old fairly large cock well, I knew this would be no problem. But I still felt disgusted and humiliated that I was being forced to do this. I slowly licked the top of his cock before I pushed it inside my mouth. It was only the second cock I had ever sucked and tiny in comparison to my old cock. I used all my knowledge and techniques to make him come as quickly as possible. But I knew this was only the beginning. After all, we were both still fully clothed. He wasn't just going to be content with one blowjob. It was awful though. I wanted to be sick. In a way this was worse than being raped the conventional way. At least you retain a scrap of dignity and defiance when raped. But this way, I was completely surrendering to this guy. When he comes in my mouth, it will be totally due to my actions. I will have made him come. He placed his other hand on the back my head "Deeper. Tighter" he said as he began pushing my head further and further in. I actually thought I was going to be sick, but somehow I managed to keep it down. I just squeezed with my lips and sucked as hard as I could trying to get him to come as quickly as possible so it would all be over. "Oh yeah. Nearly there." he gasped "Make sure you swallow every drop." I knew it wouldn't be long now. My cock finally tensed up, before I exploded into his mouth in a tremendous orgasm. My knife was held tightly under his throat as I used my other hand to push him as deep as he could possibly go, making my orgasm all the better. He gagged and I guess he wanted to pull back, but he remembered my order to swallow every drop. He really did a good job of it. It was a shame I was going to kill him anyway after I've had all my fun, just like all the others. Over the following seconds I felt a familiar sensation that I had not felt in months, the filtering through after a transfer. Slowly I began to realize what was happening. I was now standing up in the rapists body while he was knelt down in front of me still sucking me cock. We had switched. I stepped backwards pulling my cock out of his mouth. I could see the look in his face. It was an expression of utter shock, probably similar to the expression on my face when I first switched. He didn't move at all. He just stayed there on the floor looking down at himself in silence. "How the fuck could this happen", I thought to myself. Rachel's the one that's cursed, not me. This shouldn't have happened. "It isn't possible" I thought. Yet here I am looking down at myself and seeing the guy that just raped me. I took another step backward, still in complete shook when I heard a sound as I stepped on something. I looked down and it was the piece of paper that the rapist had crumpled and thrown on the floor. I bent down, picked up the paper and opened it. I glanced over to the rapist who was in Rachel's body. He was huddled in the corner trying to make sense out of what had just happened to him. I opened up the letter and sure enough, I could still see writing all over it. As I began to read this letter I was equally stunned. Hello Rachel & Paul, Firstly, let me say that only the two of you will be able to read this letter. Everyone else will just see it as a blank sheet of paper. Actually it's the other way around. This really is a blank sheet of paper, but the two of you will see it differently. Anyway, I just bet you're wondering why you haven't been switching for the past few months. Well, let me explain in detail exactly what's happened. Firstly to Rachel. I've been keeping a close watch on you, especially ever since you started switching with Paul. You deserved everything you got all those years ago. However, I do feel you have finally served your sentence and that you should now be allowed to get on with your life. I've also seen that you too are very happy together and because Paul is content to switch with you forever then the curse is no longer serving it's purpose. My concentration was broken by a sound behind me and looked around. I saw this rapist was attempting to run up the stairs in Rachel's body. I couldn't believe I had forgotten about him, but this letter had engrossed me so much. At first I thought about throwing the knife at him, but I quickly realized this was Rachel's body I was aiming at. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't hurt him. So I scrambled up as fast as I could. I felt a little stupid for forgetting about him, but I knew I would easily be able to overpower him in this body. At that instant, it did all seem to be a fit funny. I seriously thought about giving this rapist just what he deserved. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw this guy grab something. He swung it towards me. As it got closer to my face, I could see that it was a large frying pan. The frying pan completely covered my view as he struck me over the head with it. I fell backwards and lost my stepping on the stairs. I went crashing down the stairs back into the basement like something out of Home Alone. It didn't knock me out completely, but it did stun me for a while and I dropped the knife somewhere. I have no idea how long I was stunned, but it must have been at least half a minute. Eventually I was brought too my senses by a loud screech. I had no idea what that was, but I knew I had no time to lose, so I shook my head and picked myself up. I looked up to see that this guy had closed the door at the top of the stairs. I ran back up the stairs. I hoped that I could break it down with my much stronger body, but the door wasn't locked. I wondered why he didn't lock the door. At that point, I realized the jangling keys on my belt. "Good" I thought. He wouldn't be able to drive away without his keys, unless he had a spare set around somewhere. I had a quick look around. I was in a kitchen of a house. I just knew that I had to find this guy. He was probably hiding somewhere. Only now were the full ramifications of what was happening beginning to sink in. I just prayed he didn't have a gun lying around. He could quite legally shoot me and claim self defense if he had no care for getting his old body back. I cautiously moved around the house. As I walked into the hallway I could see the front door was wide open. I guessed he must have run outside. As quickly as I could, I ran for the open door. Somehow I had to find him and catch him. Right now I had no idea how this happened, but I couldn't worry about that now. I just had to get him. I was beginning to feel even more stupid for letting him get away. As I went through the door I saw some commotion before me. I was in a reasonable neighborhood but in front of me, in the middle of the road was a car. In front of the car several people were standing around. "She just ran out. I didn't see her." I heard someone cry out. He was a young man who was nearly in a state of panic. Other people were beginning to mill around as I approached. When I finally got close enough to see what happened, I just stopped in horror. I stood shellshocked as I watched the scene in front of me. Laying in front of the car was Rachel's female body. Obviously this guy had run off in shock and had run straight out into the road without looking. As I got closer I could see he was laying face up with his eyes closed. The blood on his forehead was beginning to mingle with his red hair. Someone was kneeling down beside him trying to asses the damage. I saw them place a finger on his neck and feel for a pulse... Continued in part Nine.... Phillip Stevens zippy@forfree.at phil_stevens_2@hotmail.com I will post the remaining three parts within a week. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----