Message-ID: <17199eli$9811170425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Phil Stevens" Subject: NEW: Rachel's Curse 11/12 (tg MF rom) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset="x-user-defined" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <000301be1098$a7f3d1c0$180a883e@anonymou> I've had a tough few weeks with severe hardware problems. Anyway, here are the final two parts of Rachel's Curse. Since it was a few weeks, here's a very brief reminder of what happened in part ten:- Paul, now in the body of a serial killer, Jeff Morton is on the run. Rachel is in Paul's old male body (and has been for several months). She is at the hospital crying over who she thinks his here lover, but he really Jeff Morton. Rachel is then told by the doctors that the person she thinks is Paul is now in a coma with no chance of recovery. She then vanishes without trace. Part ten ends with Rachel going to see a private investigator and finding out the location of who she thinks is Jeff Morton with revenge on her mind. Of course, that person is really her lover, Paul... Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com ======================================== Rachel's Curse ============== Chapter Eleven -------------- Rachel left the investigators office and walked back to her car. She pulled out a map and located the town where Jeff Morton was staying. She was going to leave right away in case he moved on quickly. As she started her journey, she thought to what the investigator said to her about what she was going to do. She knew that the investigator was exaggerating slightly when he implied that Rachel was going to kill Jeff Morton. When the doctors told her that 'Rachel' stood little chance of recovery, she was utterly devastated. She felt a level of rage and emptiness that she had never felt before. In the days that followed, she would have easily killed Jeff Morton without even a second thought had she been able to get her hands on him. But that rage had now settled down to an anger that burned inside her. She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but she knew she was going to make Jeff Morton pay for what he did to her lover. Leaving who she thought was her lover in hospital was one of the hardest decisions she ever had to make. She spent days talking to Paul while he was asleep, holding his hand and crying over him. But during that time, she couldn't stop blaming herself for what had happened to Paul. She knew that such self-blame was normal in this situation, but knowing about it did not help. In her own mind, she was completely to blame for what happened to her lover. Ever since she gained this curse, she had constantly dreamed of the day when she could finally have sex without swapping every time. She guessed that such a thing would never happen and instead she was content to live with Paul for the rest of her life constantly swapping every few days. But after their marriage, her wish came true. Rachel never seemed to have a problem living in any particular body. She could quite happily live as Paul for the rest of her life, so this was exactly what she wanted. But that wasn't what Paul wanted and Rachel was disappointed when he became depressed. She hardly kept any secrets from Paul, but secretly she wished Paul could get used to being Rachel for life. They could be so happy together. But because she loved him so much, she would have gladly resumed their constant body swapping had she known how, but she was just as perplexed as Paul. In the few weeks before his abduction though, it appeared that Paul was starting to accept his new life. He was really beginning to get used to the idea of being Rachel for the rest of his life. Her dream had finally come true. But the price of her dream coming true was that her lover was now lying in hospital when it should have been her. Rachel couldn't say whether it would have made a difference, but had Jeff Morton abducted her instead, it could have been so different because she would have switched when Jeff Morton raped her and she could have easily turned the tables. Her poor lover had no such defense. After she disappeared, it occurred to her that maybe she could try and swap with Paul while he's in a coma. Although she still didn't know why they were not swapping maybe, just maybe it could shake Paul out of his coma. She knew the chances of it working were very slim and if it didn't work it would be a one way trip leaving a lot of explaining to do and causing more anxiety for everyone, but it might be worth a shot. She decided that after she's finished her business here, she would return to Denver and try it. ************** It was early evening as she arrived in the small town. Rachel quickly located the apartment building where Jeff Morton was staying. She waited until it was completely dark before she set about her plan. Rachel had made certain precautions. The car she was in was stolen to avoid it being traced back to her. Although her desire to live had been almost destroyed over the past few weeks, she didn't want to completely throw her life away over Jeff Morton. There was a very small chance that Paul might recover from his coma so she wanted to do this without being caught. She also thought about the investigator she had hired. Rachel wondered if he would report her to the police if she did go through with killing Jeff Morton. He had clearly guessed what was on her mind. But since the investigator had located Jeff Morton with full knowledge of what she was probably going to do, then technically he could be considered as an accessory. Rachel concluded that the investigator would not say a word to anyone about this. But even as she sat there waiting and watching, she still wasn't sure what she was going to do. Jeff Morton had effectively murdered Paul. He might not have pulled the trigger himself, so to speak, but as far as Rachel was concerned, he was responsible for putting Paul in a coma. A strong part of her told her that she should leave this to the authorities. But the real problem was that even if the police could find Jeff Morton, they did not have much evidence against him. Before Rachel vanished, she had met briefly with the assistant DA. He had been very blunt in telling Rachel that they would stand virtually no chance of getting a solid conviction for 'Rachel's' coma. They only had evidence of abduction because of the obvious signs of imprisonment on Paul's female body. But that was about as much as they could get. The police were almost certain that Jeff Morton was responsible for the disappearances of numerous young women and that he was really a serial killer. But so far, they could not prove any of it. Rachel knew that because they hadn't launched a full-scale manhunt for Jeff Morton, they obviously hadn't turned up anything new. Even if she turned him in, he could get away with all this. That meant it was all down to her. As the sky got darker, she first put on a pair of gloves and then checked the items in the bag she carried. Among the items was a roll of thick tape, some rope and at the very bottom, a gun with a silencer attachment. Rachel had been around over the years. She knew exactly where to get virtually any item she required for the right price. She held the heavy gun in her hand. In all her years, she had never fired a gun of any sort, let alone killed anyone. She wondered if she had the balls to do it. She knew she was going to find out soon. She had briefly considered shooting Jeff Morton in the balls and effectively performing a castration. Had Jeff Morton simply been a rapist, this might have sufficed. But Rachel knew that castration wouldn't stop him from his killing habit. She knew that there was only one thing that would stop him from hurting anyone again else ever again. Rachel glanced up and her male eyes widened as she saw her target. She recognized him instantly from the pictures. He was walking hurriedly into the apartment building, looking over his shoulder. Rachel wasted no time. She got out of the car picked up the bag and a baseball bat and followed him inside. By the time Rachel was inside the door, Jeff Morton was already walking up the stairs. Rachel silently followed behind with her bag over her shoulder and her baseball bat in hand. She preferred to use the bat for now, because she wasn't sure if she could actually shoot him with a gun. She had more than enough aggression to beat him with a baseball bat. Jeff Morton's apartment was on the fourth floor. Rachel followed him close behind, making as little noise as possible. When Jeff Morton reached his floor, Rachel saw him fumble for his keys and look around. Rachel remained just out of sight so he couldn't see her. As Paul opened the door, Rachel crept up behind him with an amazing stealth and raised the bat in the air. Paul began to turn around as Rachel brought the bat down onto his head. He quite literally didn't know what hit him. For him, everything suddenly went black. ************** Paul began to wake up with one of the worst headaches he could possibly imagine. He felt like his head was exploding. He tried to open his eyes, but something was over them, keeping them shut. He then tried to open his mouth to speak, but his mouth also seemed welded shut. Finally he tried to move his arms and his legs, but both his arms and his legs seemed fixed in place. He could tell straight away that he was bound to a chair, blinded and gagged. A wave of panic rushed through him as the memory of his captivity at the hands of Jeff Morton flooded back to him. Where was he? What was going on? Had the police finally found him? "I'm glad you're still alive. I was afraid I might have killed you too soon," Paul heard a voice. In his dazed state, it took him a few seconds to place the voice. He hadn't heard that voice in weeks, but he knew straight away that it was his old male voice. "Rachel," he tried to call out, but all that came out of his mouth was a muffled moan. "What's going on?" he thought. He couldn't work out what was happening. Although he recognized his old voice, there was something different. There was so much hatred in Rachel's voice. "You fucking bastard. You killed her. You fucking killed her," Rachel said as she walked up to Jeff Morton and struck him across the face nearly knocking him out again. Rachel decided to refer to Paul as 'her' so Jeff Morton would know exactly whom she was talking about. Paul shook his head as he slowly recovered from the blow. Suddenly it was making sense. "Rachel thinks I'm Jeff Morton," he thought. For a brief few seconds, he was elated, but this was quickly replaced by a very anxious feeling in his stomach. He tried to speak and call out to Rachel again, but it was no good. The tape had sealed his mouth together. Rachel watched Jeff Morton struggle to speak. She wanted to remove the tape from his mouth and hear him beg for mercy, but she knew he could call for help if she did that, so she just stood there and watched. She then walked over to the only desk in the small room. There was a laptop computer on the desk, probably stolen. Rachel had been trying to access the files on it before Jeff Morton woke up, but computers were not her strong point. It had been the part she found most difficult when trying to emulate Paul's lifestyle and his job. As she waited, she tried again to access the files again, but to no avail, "If only Paul were here. He knows more about computers," Rachel thought to herself, "But he can't be here, because of that bastard over there" Rachel turned to face Jeff Morton again, the hatred evident in her male eyes. When she hit him over the head with the baseball bat, it had taken all her willpower to stop herself from beating him to death right there. Now she was here, executing Jeff Morton no longer seemed to be such a big step for her. She was deliberately making him wait. He had put her lover through emotional torture for days. Rachel wanted to give him some of his own treatment. She watched him struggle for a while. When Rachel thought she had seen enough, she slowly got up from her chair and walked over to Jeff Morton. Her heavy shoes, which Rachel had used so stealthily outside now made a loud thud on the floor with each slow step. When she was standing in front of Jeff Morton, she reached out with one of her gloved hands and grabbed Jeff Morton by the throat. She felt an urge to strangle him where he sat, but she fought this urge down. His struggling intensified as she gripped hard choking him. Rachel knelt down and whispered in his ear. "You probably don't know me. My name is Paul Wilkins. You put my wife in a coma. You practically fucking killed her. I loved her. I loved her more than anything in the world... and you took her away from me," Rachel took a small pause in her speaking as her emotions nearly broke. "But, you've killed so many women, you probably don't even remember her. Well let me say this. I'll see to it that you never hurt anyone else," she said as she released him, then stood up and took a step back. Rachel watched Jeff Morton's struggle turn into a frenzy. He tried to break free, but Rachel had done an exceptional job of taping his arms and legs together to the chair. After a few minutes, she watched his struggle subside. She then carefully pulled the gun out of her left pocket and the silencer out of the other. Very slowly, she screwed the silencer into place. She could see that Jeff Morton was now very still, probably straining to hear what was going on. She pointed the gun at his body and tightened her finger around the trigger. She was going to shoot him in the chest so that he died slowly. At first, she was going to shoot him in the head, but she decided that was too quick. She wanted his death to be slow and painful. She knew she had to do this. When she saw him sitting there, her mind had finally been made up. Up until now, she hadn't been sure what she was going to do, but now everything seemed much clearer. She couldn't allow this guy to get away. Her thirst for revenge was overwhelming her, forcing her to do this, but that wasn't everything. She knew she had to kill him because he would only end up killing more innocent women. To her, it was justifiable homicide. This had to end here, today. But as she tried to end it, doubts were beginning to creep into Rachel's mind. She knew this bastard was responsible. 'Rachel' was seen running out of his house. He was a convicted sex offender and 'Rachel's' belongings were found in his house. Plus there was evidence, if not proof of his killing other women. She knew that this was their guy, but something was holding Rachel back. She took a step back. Rachel tightened her finger around the trigger even harder. She tried to pull on the trigger, but something was stopping her. Right in front of her was the man responsible for practically killing Paul. All she had to do was pull the trigger. Her hand started shaking. "Fuck," she thought as she tried to steady herself. Killing someone wasn't as easy as she thought it would be. But she knew it was easy for Jeff Morton. He would have killed her lover probably without even giving it a second thought. She took another step back, put both hands on the gun and tightened her grip on the gun again. Her shaking increased as she pulled hard on the trigger. The gun recoiled as she heard the distinctive high pitched sound that a silenced gun makes followed by the sound of impact. She saw Jeff Morton freeze. Rachel stopped breathing for a few seconds looking for the blood that she guessed would come spurting out. After a quick time, she realized she hadn't hit him. Her hands had been shaking so much that she missed him completely and fired the bullet into the wall. "How could I fucking miss a guy strapped to a chair," she cursed herself. Rachel raised the gun again with both hands. She saw that Jeff Morton's body had frozen in shock at the sound of the first shot. She smiled as she guessed that he was finally aware of how severe this all was. As she began to aim the gun again, her hand immediately started shaking. She tried several times to aim at his body, but it wasn't any good. She just couldn't do this. It didn't feel right to shoot a guy tied in a chair like that regardless of what he had done. Rachel walked up to Jeff Morton and ripped off the tape covering his mouth. She quickly took a single step back and pointed the gun at him once more. She knew she couldn't let him call out, but somehow this made Rachel's conscience feel better. If she shot him as he tried to call out, she could resolve it all inside herself by thinking of it as self-defense. She knew it was a poor substitute, but it was the best she could do. "R-R-R," Paul stuttered out. He tried to catch his breath after being gagged. He desperately struggled to call Rachel's name. Rachel heard Jeff Morton try to call. She pulled on the trigger. She wanted to hear his final cry. Her hands were still shaking, but at this range, she knew she could not miss him. "R-R-Rachel," Paul cried out blindly. Rachel pulled the trigger hard, feeling the recoil while mentally blocking out Paul's cry. This time, the bullet struck its target impacting Paul in the body. Rachel watched his shirt start to turn red almost immediately as he began to bleed. Continued in part twelve.... the FINAL part... Phillip Stevens phil_stevens@bigfoot.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----