3 comments/ 44903 views/ 15 favorites Cursed in Darkness Ch. 01 By: Futa_Contractor Once upon a time in the small Village of Neverwell there lived a girl. She was not powerful, or beautiful. She wasn't anything remarkable really. She was a simple plain girl. Her name was Kourtney, but often times she refused to go buy her full name and requested that those around her call her Kourt. There weren't very many people in the village, there were at least two hundred. Kourtney was complacent with her small lifestyle. She enjoyed visiting the Town well or talking to those being punished in the stocks. There were three guards who worked the town, but there wasn't really a need for them. There was only one man who was known for being locked into the Stocks. His name was Johnny, and there was always something he did that would make Kourtney blush or shy away from him, but she always had to find out what it was that got him locked up in the first place. He was probably one of the real friends that she could consider she had, though their friendship was rather awkward at times. She lived a few streets away from the business part of the village where the stocks and well stood. She worked with the cobbler near her home. Jensen was a rather inviting man who had large tufts of grey hair that donned his head. He was more of a father to her really. When Kourtney was little her parents had died while trying to protect the village from the river overflowing. It flooded large parts of the city and they had drowned in the process. That same river that now babbled gently outside her house reminded her every day of their sacrifice. The rains that year were far too heavy, and since then the town had never been the same. At least that is what Jensen said to Kourtney almost every day. His mind was starting to fade with his old age, and Kourtney had practically taken on the entire workload of the cobbler all to herself. It didn't bother her; in fact it kept her mind busy and prevented her from idly sitting by and waiting for life to happen. She yawned and stretched as she looked out the wooden shutters that hung off the edge of the small house she lived in. Her parents had a very small amount of money they left her with. She never had Godparents, so she was left to survive as a small child moving from place to place. Luckily everyone got to know her, and she was an accepted part of the community now. It bothered her at first when she attended classes and the other children mocked her for being alone, but she grew used to their teasing and took it quite well. When she finished with studies like all the other students she moved on to start her lifetime job. She had been with the cobbler now for almost nine years. The boys her age didn't even seem to notice her anymore. Once again this little gem wasn't overly beautiful, but she was cute with small freckles across her nose and shoulders. She hardly wore dresses that exposed her shoulders, but every so often the Cobbler would find a gown that he had wanted to get his now deceased daughter. She had drowned in the river a few years back. The pain of him losing his daughter had brought the two of them closer together. The Cobbler and Kourtney both shared tragedy with the small body of water, and they both had a mutual distaste for it. So when he would smile up at her and call her Lindy and hand her a new dress, she felt terrible to turn him down. She would put it on and parade about the shop for him bringing tears of joy to his eyes. After a few hours she would change back and he would have forgotten about the whole thing. Kourtney wiped her hands on her eyes trying to get rid of the dream that had overcome her while she was sleeping. Her mind was racked with horror when she realized what had been going on. She dreamed that one of the people in the town had tried to seduce her and she was then put in the stocks in the center of town completely nude for ignoring the man's requests. The dream wasn't normal though, normally when someone is put in the stocks they make fun of them or throw things at them. This time the people in the town caressed her skin, and touched her making her moan out in pleasure. Kourtney's face flushed and she quickly stood up from her bed. She had avoided sexual activity at all costs. In Neverwell if a child was caught touching herself, she would also locked in the stocks for a day. She would then have to wear a sign around her neck for a month that made her stick out as menace to society. Kourtney climbed off her bed and quickly donned her dress, smoothing the ruffles over her middle. She was thin and small; her chest didn't fill the garment out nearly as well as Missie's did. That girl was always wearing low cut dresses that exposed her shoulders. It wasn't practical for work, though Missie would never have to even lift a finger to get anything. Most of the men would fawn after her and give her the world if they could. Missie was a year older than Kourtney, but the two didn't care for one another. Kourtney was always more willing to fix it herself and not rely on others; also Kourtney had caught Missie with two different married men on different occasions. It wasn't shocking to Kourtney that she saw the woman kissing a man behind the pub at the north side of town, but what was more shocking was when she saw the woman performing fellatio services for the local blacksmith. He was a big man and from what she could see Missie had difficulties with pleasing the man all the way. Kourtney slapped a hand to her head trying to knock the image out of her mind. Why was her mind suddenly riddled with thoughts of perverse actions? She shook her head back and forth and quickly slipped her feet into the soft worn slippers she had by her door. The cobbler had offered to fix her a new pair almost every day, but she didn't want to distract him from his small amount of work he could perform. He was far more talented than she, but with his mind slowly fading he could only finish one pair of shoes a day. She had put herself in charge of mending shoes that customer brought in. Often times she would find herself among a pile of at least fifty or sixty pairs that she had to have done by the weeks end. The townsfolk never complained about her work, aside from Missie. That damn girl always thinks that she can get whatever she wants by the wave of her hand, Kourtney thought to herself angrily. She looked back at the room behind her and admired the soft blue walls. It was a very small space. There was a small copper wash basin that she had to fill by hand when it came to cleaning herself up. Her bed was small and made from goose feathers she had collected herself. The ropes were sagging under its weight and she decided that she would have to fix up the bed in the next couple of days. She stepped out and grabbed the basket hanging from a hook on the front of her home. The light spilled gingerly on her soft warm skin and she firmly pulled the door closed behind her. She wasn't wealthy enough to afford one of those fancy locks that some of the richer people were starting to put on their houses, but most people left her place alone. She had only caught one person wandering about touching the walls saying how they missed her parents. Kourtney turned on her heel and made her way toward the city center. It was shaped like a large wheel, each street was like a large spoke on a carriage. She lived on the west side of town, and the cobbler sat within at least one hundred paces of her place. She had decided to buy a few things before she began mending shoes this morning. As she walked she got a few nods from her neighbors that were sitting on their small stoops smoking their pipes and sharing wines. It was early morning, but most of her neighbors were well enough to do that they didn't have to bother with work until later in the evening. Some of them even had children that paid for their lifestyle. Kourtney would give anything to live wealthily. She had heard of the Castle that lay north of their village. There was a king and queen that ruled their country, but she had never seen the palace walls. She had actually never seen anything further north of the city than the bridge that crossed the small river that she so despised. She gently made her way along the path, trying to avoid the small clusters of people that were out and about. There were a few couples holding hands and walking the streets together talking with one another in soft whispers. A couple of girls giggled and kissed the shoulders of the men escorting them. "Well well, if it isn't our little lost one." A familiar smoky voice sounded from the edge of a house. Kourtney already knew who it belonged to. She didn't want to look the girl in the eye so she kept her focus straight ahead and kept her pace, "Looks like someone is in a hurry today. My my, how rude is that?" She said laughing. Kourtney turned her chin up to the sky and gripped the handle of the basked in bother her hands angrily. "Good morning Missie." She said through gritted teeth. The girl nestled up next to Kourtney's shoulder pressing her ample bosom into Kourtney's view. "Have any big plans today?" She asked. Her voice hinted at some impending arousal that made men fitfully bite at their mustaches or cover their faces as they blushed. This woman was insatiable, "I know that something... big is going to be coming up for me later." She said airily giggling to herself. "Plan on visiting the smith again I see." Kourtney said poignantly. Missie lifted a hand to her bare cleavage as though she was shocked. "Why I would never in my entire life, you little tramp." She made a sound of disapproval and turned on her heel walking away proudly from Kourtney. A few of the passersby had heard Missie call her a tramp, and they gave Kourt a few feet distance. Her face went red with anger and embarrassment and she tilted her head back down to stare at the cobbled path in front of her. She nearly tripped twice from being so titillated by that horrible woman. Kourtney's hands began to wring back and forth and the handles of the basket and she heard an audible squeak of protest rise from the wicker. She rounded the corner and found herself standing in the Villages center. It wasn't a large village, but normally it took her longer to get from her house to the center of the city. She walked towards Maurice's. The man had a small farm up north, and he would bring a wagon load of produce and eggs in every morning to sell. He worked with three other men, and each of them was as filthy as a pig. Luckily Maurice was a businessman. He didn't like to chit chat much, aside from keeping a good face with the public. "Maurice, I need a few eggs and some tomatoes." Kourtney said looking up and down at the fresh food he had lining the wooden table. It wasn't quite a building that he worked out of; it was more like a moving cart that he would let sit in the city center. During feast day festivals at the palace he would round up the supplies and head north for a few days. The city had to plan accordingly for the change of supply. Kourtney had learned to live off of very little, and didn't keep extra food at home for fear of someone stealing it from her while she was away. Instead she would take moments like this to prepare a small meal for Jensen while he idly told her stories about his daughter. He had a great deal of stories about how she used to love to play with homemade dolls that Maurice would bring in from the palace. Jensen was careless with his money, and didn't put much back into his business. That is probably another reason Kourtney wasn't very rich. Jensen would miss paying her two or three weeks at a time because it had slipped his mind. Kourt handed over a few copper for the food and made her way around the well that stood proudly for all to see. It was always rich and full of water and, according to legend and stories from older townsfolk, it would never run dry. It had been there for at least two hundred years, and, once again according to the older townsfolk, there had been a drought that caused the servants of the kingdom to collect water from its depths. Kourtney found that ridiculous. Often times the men would say it was cursed to be ever flowing by a witch. "Curses are used for bad things, why would a witch curse a well to never run dry?" Kourtney questioned out loud as she watched it from the corner of her eye. The entire thing was preposterous. "Why do people always think that the word Curse means it is bad?" A man's voice said from over Kourtney's shoulder. She nearly dropped the basket she was carrying and turned to see who had spoken to her. "Oh Lem you nearly scared me half to death." Kourtney said raising a hand to her chest feeling her heart beat against her hand furiously. Lem was the healer in town; he had cured hundreds of people from a very bad fever that ran through town a few years back. That helped him set up shop and buy a plot of land to build up a new business. He soon after built an attic and he moved in upstairs. He said he didn't want to waste precious space, and so he lived conservatively for the other villagers. He was a handsome man, in his late twenties. He had thick brown hair that fell over his forehead and covered the tips of his ears. Kourtney had to look up at him because he was almost a head taller than she. He wasn't muscular, but he had a sturdy build. "It's good to see you Kourt. How are you fairing this morning?" He asked Kourtney helping her with the basket that hung limply in her hands now. She reluctantly gave it over and he started to walk with her toward the cobblers shop. "I am fine, and you dear sir?" She asked, adding a fake formality to her tone that made him blurt out a sharp laugh. He was handsome, but Kourtney didn't have time to spend frolicking off with men. She had to help out poor Jensen. He was old and frail, and losing Kourtney would probably send him into a depression that not even Lem could cure. "Thank you for that jest, I needed something to pick up my attitude this morning. You see I had to evaluate Johnny this morning. He is back in the stocks, and this time for something extremely peculiar." Lem said touching a hand to the small patch of hair that tufted out under his bottom lip. It was probably by far the man's most unattractive feature, if he would just shave it. "What happened this time?" Kourtney found herself asking idly watching as Lem twisted the hair in his fingertips gently. "He was caught..." Lem looked around as though what he was about to say was truly terrifying. Kourtney's heart began to race and she felt her face grow white with discomfort, "He was caught fondling himself in public. He claimed that a witch had helped him become more..." He cleared his throat, "more of a man if you understand what I mean." Lem said raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes down to his waistline. "More of a man. That is disgusting, and fondling himself in public..." Kourtney said trailing off thinking back to her dream of being locked in the stocks in the nude. Her face reddened and Lem looked down at her. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have shared that information with you, it isn't something a woman with your composure should hear." He said straightening and handing her the basket. He gave her a brief farewell and made his way back to his shop. Kourtney felt her cheeks still glowing red from the shock of what she had heard. Johnny wasn't mentally unstable, so why did the guards have Lem examine him. She felt her heart leap into her throat. She turned and made her way towards the stocks. They couldn't be planning a lobotomy or something of the sort to cure him could they? It took her a few minutes, but Kourtney arrived panting a bit from her quickened pace. She tried to catch her composure before walking up the stone steps to the platform where the stocks sat. She wiped her brow, pushing her brown hair from her eyes. She gently walked up to the stocks and saw Johnny looking at the ground entirely defeated. He was groaning with each breath he took. He legs danced back and forth and he wiggled his elbows as though it would help him get free from the hunched position he was forced into. "Johnny?" Kourtney asked stepping up beside him. The man tried to look up but couldn't from the wood pressed against his back. She stepped back off the platform and tried to get at his eye level. The villagers seemed to be avoiding the stocks this morning. Anytime someone was locked in they would instantly come and see what was going on, or they would find time to ridicule the person locked inside. "Ah it's you Kourt. I'm glad to see yer around dis parts again." He said with his rough accent. It made Kourtney feel far more sophisticated than he. That didn't matter to her though. Johnny was one of her friends. He was a good man, but because of how poor he was he had a hard time staying out of trouble. People just misunderstood the man. He had curly dark hair that fell shaggily down his back, and grey stubble was donned by his sturdy shaped chin. Clothing was torn and ragged, and his feet were bare covered in the filth of the streets. She tried not to make too much effort to look him over, but she felt herself blush when she thought about what it would be like to wash him clean and dress him in proper attire. "Why are you in here Johnny?" Kourtney said reaching into her basket to see if there was something that she could offer him. She reluctantly grabbed out a stock of Celery she was going to save for her luncheon stew that afternoon, but Johnny looked as though he was starving. She broke off the leafy part of the stock and made her way up on the landing offering him a piece of the vegetable, "I know it isn't much but you should probably eat at least something." "Yer always a good person there Kourt, I am glad that we be friends." His eyes were a rigid black and his brow was in a constant Furrow. The man was like a stone, so strong... so powerful. Kourtney felt herself shudder and she leaned against the stocks holding the food for him to eat. He took a few bites and quickly swallowed trying to get more of her offering into his body as he could. She smiled to herself as she looked across the hub of her Village. It wasn't the most fantastic life, but it was something else wasn't it? When Johnny finished with the stock of celery that Kourtney had offered him he let out a long sigh of relief, "It has been a while since I was able to get somethin in me stomach besides some bloody berries. Thanks lassie." He said trying to lift a hand to shake Kourtney's. She placed her fingers gently against his and he closed his thumb. It was a gesture they had grown used to using since he spent so much time locked up. "You still have yet to answer my question..." Kourtney reiterated sitting down on the edge of the landing. "Ah... yer want to know about me foul deed... I can promise yer it don't be very pleasant." He said closing his eyes and hung his head low in the stocks. "Its okay Lem told me some of it; I just want to know why you did it Johnny." She said leaning back and patted his calf reassuringly. His muscles were tense and Kourtney could feel the thick grooves that made up his muscles in his legs. She felt herself blush again and quickly released his leg. Why was she getting so flustered today? She had always avoided things like this and wasn't some giddy girl. "Ah... the good doctor. Okay well here goes. Yer see I was havin troubles with me downstairs recently. I've been... unable to raise the flag if yer know what I mean." Kourtney's face went crimson and she nodded not looking back at Johnny, "Anyway I was followin the trail that do be down along the south part of town. While I was wandering around lookin for things to eat a lady with dark black hair dressed in black walked up to me. She talked about how the weather was so hard on such a fair skinned woman. I then noticed her eyes. They were white. I mean... all eyes are white, but the color part was edged in black and covered with a white. It do be hard to explain." He said swinging his head back and forth. Cursed in Darkness Ch. 01 "I think I can picture it." Kourtney replied trying to coax Johnny to continue his tale. "Ah... thanks lass, so we moved away from the road and found ourselves some shade of the forest. She told me that I was handsome and such, and she started to kiss me. It was then that she noticed that I wasn't meeting up the task that she had intended... meaning..."he trailed off. "I get it Johnny." Kourtney said feeling her stomach grow sour. Johnny was going to have sex with this random stranger. How many times had this happened without her knowing? He cleared his throat again. "An so she reached in her hip purse and pulled out some red berries. She told me to eat a couple and wait a few minutes. Well I took the handful she had and gulped down five or six. She stood up and said that she would love to wait with me, but had something extremely important to take care of first. Well I made me way back to town and I felt real funny like. Since I don't really have a home I moved out of sight and took a peep at me self." Johnny blushed and he looked down at Kourtney with deep regret in his eyes, "Me... ahem... body had grown but not like the normal type yer know. It had grown bigger and there were spots on it and such. The top is normally a different shape too... and there was something odd about the skin around it and such... I'm sure this is too much for yer so I will go on. I thought I was sick, but being the fool I was instead of droppin them berries the woman gave me earlier I ate the rest forgettin they were probably poison. Well, soon after the Law folk came along and saw me peepin at me body. They took hold of me and dragged me right to the stocks. That's when the doc came up and asked me what happened. When I told him all about it he laughed at me. He looked at me eyes, but didn't care to even take a peek at my downstairs to tell me if something be wrong." Johnny tried to wipe his forehead but couldn't due to the stocks that were holding him snugly in place. "I'm sure you weren't poisoned why would some random woman try to poison you?" Kourtney asked look back at Johnny. He grimaced and tried not to make eye contact with Kourtney. "I do be thinking she was a witch." Johnny gave out a sigh as he finished his sentence. "Oh Johnny you that witches are only in fairy tales, why would you say such a silly thing?" Kourtney replied standing up. She placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He really was much stronger than she would have thought. "It don't be silly miss. It be the truth. I still feel her curse upon me." Johnny responded with a growl. Kourtney let out a soft giggle. This man was her friend and had tried to make her laugh multiple times. This was probably just another one of his jokes he was trying to pull. "Why do you laugh at his misfortune?" A darky misty voice said from behind Kourtney. She lifted her head and turned on her heel to see a pale skinned woman standing there. She had dark black hair that fell in curls around her face. Her lips were thick and red, contrasting her already white complexion. Her eyes had a slight tilt to them that made them seem more mysterious. The strangest part was that the iris was rimmed by black but stood out as a solid white. The pupil looked as though it could bore a hole in your skull in just a matter of minutes. To top it all off she had one if the richest figures Kourtney had ever seen. Her breasts were enormous and spilled out copiously from her tight fitting dress. Her waist was thin and her hips flared out seductively. How was she able to even put that dress on, Kourtney questioned angrily in her mind? "I'm sorry but I'm not laughing at my dear friend's misfortune, but at the preposterous idea of a witch cursing him." Kourtney spat out, nearly giggling at the idea again. "That word is used so often it makes me shudder to think what you peasants believe to be a real curse." The woman replied angrily. "I'm sorry ma'am but you can't really believe in witches, please don't tell me you do." She replied covering her mouth trying to stifle another laugh. "Clearly I can tell that you do not dear. What is your name?" The mysterious woman asked looking Kourtney up and down. It was like she was a lion sizing up the prey she was about to hunt. "My name is Kourtney, what brings you to this fair village..." She trailed off trying to hint that the woman had forgotten to introduce herself. "I came to bless this land again, but the word that so often follows my blessings is far from what I would actually use." The woman aggressively stated ignoring the subtle hint that Kourtney had given her earlier. "I'm sorry... You keep saying bless. What do you mean by bless?" Kourtney asked the stranger stepping down from the platform so they stood on the same level. It seemed rude to her to tower over the other woman. "Why don't you get it? I cured your friend's impotency. I have fixed hundreds of small problems along the way. If Johnny here wasn't locked away like some animal he would probably be sharing his gift to some willing woman... " She said covering her mouth laughing gently against her palm. Kourtney felt her cheeks burn red and she nearly cursed under her breath for having listened to a word the woman claimed. "I am sorry I just still can't believe that you think you are some kind of witch." Kourtney said eyeing at the woman's figure once again. "My my... I really will have to curse someone for the first time in a long time. It has been over two hundred years since I was last in this village. The last group of people who lived here worshiped me, but you seem to find it easy to mock me. How interesting indeed." "I'm sorry, did you just claim that you have been alive for more than two hundred years?" Kourtney asked the woman incredulously. The other woman's face grew red with anger when Kourtney began to giggle at the lie. "Damn you and your loose tongue. I will curse you now. Listen and kneel before me." Kourtney's legs gave out and she felt to her knees in front of the woman who had a dark aura around her. Kourtney felt her face flush and she began to shake. Perhaps this woman being a witch really wasn't that preposterous, "because of how loose your tongue was with mocking me so shall your sexual desire. When you feel desire, so shall you follow?" Kourtney felt her head spin and if her face could have turned any whiter it probably would have. The now apparent witch smiled down at her prey and raised an eyebrow, "also you will feel the same sexual urges as your friend Johnny. He was suffering with an issue that he was embarrassed to talk about and since then overcame it with my help. You too shall have the same fate. You will be embarrassed by the change and not want anyone to see. The more you fall to your urges from the first curse I first gave you, so shall this second curse become enhanced. "To escape the curses I place upon you, you shall need to travel north to the palace where I will wait for you. If you fail along the path of challenges I place, the two curses shall never be broken and you will be nothing more than an animal trying to sate the list that will be instilled in your heart condemned by society." The woman bit off the last words through gritted teeth. Kourtney let out a howl of sorrow. "Please I didn't mean anything I had said. I was wrong for saying anything. It was not my place to laugh. Please can you forgive me?" Kourtney begged still on her knees. She looked up at the woman with large eyes hoping for some way to escape the curses placed upon her. "I will forgive you." The woman said coldly, "when you arrive at the castle." The woman turned, and as she turned a black mist shook around her. The world warped and she was gone in a loud crack. All that was left were simple streams of black smoke where she was standing before. Kourtney stood up from her crouched position and she began to touch her face and body. Nothing was different about her. The woman really was magical, but was she able to curse Kourtney? She turned around and looked over at Johnny. His mouth was agape. Had he been listening the entire time and hasn't said a word? How gentlemanly of him to idly watch as a woman was cursed by a mad witch. "Did you hear any of that?" Kourtney asked angrily. "She really was a witch. That was the woman that gave me the berries. That was the woman who made me body grow. That was the same..." He trailed off and looked down at Kourtney, "she cursed you. She cursed you Kourtney. You need to get to the castle to set things straight. You can't go around with a curse like that on yer shoulders." He said through his thick accent. His mouth was still agape and her looked Kourtney up and down in shock. "What... is something wrong with how I look?" She asked touching her face and head again. Everything felt normal, but the odd sensation was that every time her hand touched a sensitive spot on herself it would send a pleasing jolt throughout her body. She touched her upper thigh and she felt a shiver of excitement tingle through her, the blood pulsed in her ears. She raised a hand to her chest and touched the soft flesh. It made goose bumps prickle along her arms. She shivered and looked up at Johnny who was staring back at her, red spots finding their way to his cheeks. Instead of poking and prodding at herself, Kourtney dragged her fingertips along down along her stomach feeling the arousal pulse through every fiber of her being. She almost shook with the anticipation of sexual pleasure. "No... yer look fine to me... very fine." He said and he grunted shifting his feet back and forth. Kourtney felt her face grow red as she realized what was going on. He was growing discomforted as his body too became aroused. It was probably because Kourtney was starting to let out soft sighs each time her hands traced a part of her that would stimulate her. She gently made her way up the platform and knelt down in front of Johnny. "I can take care of that for you, my big strong man." Kourtney said. Her voice reminded her of Missie, but she wasn't copying the sound on purpose. She slid forward grabbing at the edge of Johnny's frayed trousers. Her hand bumped against his stiff erection and she let out a shocked gasp. It was so large and felt so firm to her touch. She had never experienced anything sexual in her life. She had never touched herself; she had never touched anyone else either. She saw Missie that one time with the blacksmith but she quickly averted her eyes. This was the first time she had ever found herself so drawn to a man before. "Are yer sure miss? I don't want yer to get in trouble and get put in the stocks like me." He said, his voice was ragged and Kourtney could tell is obvious need to have a release. "It will be quick I promise." She said moving forward and pulling the knot of the string that held his trousers up loose. Kourtney gently slid the clothing down. His legs were tanned and firm, there wasn't a part of him that was loose and soft. Her eyes caught hold of the thick rod jutting out from his pelvis. The way he was forced to stand only made it seem smaller than it really was, but it was far larger than both of her hands combined together and thicker than her wrist. The tip of his cock flared a bit and it reminded her of something she had seen once but couldn't quite place a finger on it. There was an odd sheath of loose skin around the base and the rest of the member lifted free from it. The actual phallus was a dark pink color with two or three black blotches on it. She reached her hand forward and stroked his thick cock. Her arm moved up and down easily on the shaft, the skin was loose to the touch but it was extremely stiff. A thick drop of something wet gathered at the tip. It smelled salty and very musky to her. Kourtney licked her tongue forward with interest and tasted the liquid that was forming on the man's shapely penis. Johnny let out a sigh and Kourtney felt a surge of pleasure run through her. Making him feel good made her want to continue. She licked again and again; each time he moved a foot or shuddered it would send her into a touching licking frenzy. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and popped the flared head of his cock into her mouth. Johnny let out a sigh and he stepped back and forth excitedly. Kourtney tried to move her head forward, but the shaft was too big for her mouth. She gently stroked the length with her hands and licked around the flared head that was gently sitting in her mouth. She could feel the blood pumping through the thick member. Each time her hands moved and her tongue darted forward, Johnny would let out a grunt of sexual appraise. She wasn't experienced in what she was doing, but whatever it was that she tried seemed to be working for Johnny. Kourtney continued to probe and try touching different parts of the man's penis. She dipped one of her hands down to his thick ball sack. It churned under her touch. It was as though she could feel his body producing the salty mixture that came out of the tip. She opened her eyes and looked down at what was in her mouth. She felt heat pulse through her and she opened her mouth wider trying to take more of him in. She was able to go another inch or two down before her jaw cracked a bit from the pressure. She moved back and then tried to move forward again. As she stroked a bit more of the thick cock in and out of her mouth Johnny's toes gripped at the ground showing her that she was doing a good job. She held onto the shaft with both hands and pulled the head free from her lips. She licked the tip again enjoying the salty flavor his body produced. Without warning she opened her mouth all the way and stuffed his thick meat between her jaws. She got a few more inches down and she gagged feeling tears well up at the corners of her eyes. He was so much bigger than she had thought he would be, then again she hadn't really been thinking about putting a man's penis in her mouth. She somehow was entranced by his body though, she couldn't let go until Johnny gave her the sign that he was done. Kourtney bobbed her gaping mouth up and down on his shaft, her hands working the opposite direction her mouth was. Each stroke would make Johnny moan out with a lusty sound. His knees began to shake and the shaft in her hands thickened with pleasure. Kourtney picked up the pace she had on his body and the flared tip that was pressing against the back of her throat lurched. A thick stream of hot wet mess flooded into her mouth and she quickly swallowed not knowing what it really was. It tasted far more bitter than the first stuff that was leaking from the tip, but somehow this felt so much better in her throat than the other liquid did. Another torrent of creamy goo pumped into her body and Johnny let out a soft moan as a third shot out. The amount of it slowed and soon the cock in her mouth began to grow soft. She let him pop free and watched in wonder as a stream of her saliva connected her mouth to his body. She wiped her chin and wiped her hands on the folds of her dress. She pulled his pants back up around his waist and tied the knot back in the cord that held them up. "That was incredible I can't believe we haven't done this before." Johnny said trying to turn his head to look at her. Kourtney stood and felt sick to her stomach with what had just happened. She took a man's penis into her mouth and drank something that came from it. She looked around quickly, but suddenly the queasy feeling went away. It must have been something to do with the curse that was placed upon her. She stepped off the platform to make talking to Johnny easier. "I have never done that before." She said, her voice sounded hoarse, and she tried to clear her throat before going on, "I haven't... I'm still a virgin." She said looking up at the man she had just violated. "Well... that was more than what I had expected from yer. I just hope that this curse gets broken. Kourtney we can't lose yer to a curse of a witch. Please go to the castle and get this fixed." He said, his eyebrows clearly pleading for her to do as he asked. "I will Johnny..." She said reluctantly looking him back up and down as though she wanted to jump his bones, "I guess that means I need to pack up and head north." Johnny sighed as she turned around. Her basket laid tipped over on the stand where the stocks stood, produced spilled across the scene. Johnny tried to wave to Kourtney as she made her way down the street back to her house. It seemed that Jensen was going to have to repair the shoes by himself today. Cursed in Darkness Ch. 02 Slow breezes blew through the little town of Neverwell. Birds chirped as they soared overhead in the morning sunlight. Many people were busy bustling about getting ready for the work they had ahead of them. Some sat idly on their porches still chewing the end of the tobacco pipes and blowing lazy smoke rings into the air. A man hung sadly in the stocks in the center of the square. His gaze was nearly blank, but he would shift from side to side from the discomfort of his newly growing erection. His friend Kourtney had just offered him incredible fellatio services, but it still didn't seem to stop is growing lust. His skin was pale and sweaty and he could feel his mind growing hungrier by the minute for a new sexual encounter. Kourtney gently walked down the cobblestone path to her house. It was quiet this morning, there was something unique in the air that no one could quite understand. The world somehow felt... different. There were large clouds that soon began to form overhead putting many of the elders who were drinking wine on their porches back inside. As Kourtney made her way along the streets she felt her cheeks turn crimson with each step she took. Her dress was rubbing roughly along her pelvis, and the fabric was sending her mind into fits of sexual need. She could feel the dampness between her legs, and that only sent her mind begging for more attention. Luckily the people were moving back inside and closing their shutters to protect themselves from the impending storm. The soft swishing of her dress echoed down the empty path, and it only allowed her mind to wander easier. After a few minutes she found herself barely able to look at anything but the ground in front of her, each object that law before her eyes would remind her of something sexual. Now that she had a first encounter with a man's penis she knew what it tasted like, and felt like under her touch. She shivered and quickened her pace. She arrived at her door finally and she whipped it open quickly closing herself inside. She didn't have the right materials for travel wear, but she did have a pair of trousers that she used when helping farmers or cleaning up the cobbler's shop. She dug out a blouse from the basket at the end of her bed. She didn't own very many clothes, so she didn't bother with a proper storage for them. Instead she would discard used clothing near the foot of her bed. Kourt began to strip out of her dress and she felt her cheeks flush again. How tempting was it to rub herself in her house? People wouldn't see her behind closed doors and with the window closed. She sighed and shook her head. "I can't believe that I keep thinking like that. Perhaps that curse really is playing tricks on my mind." She said as she dropped the dress she was wearing to the ground. She removed her shoulders from the loose shift and caught a reflection of herself in the small mirror that was hanging on the wall. The shift fell to her waist but she didn't bother to take it all the way off. The mirror was no bigger than a foot tall, but she was standing far enough away that she could see parts of her body in the mirror. She quickly looked down to confirm what the mirror was showing. Her breasts had grown a bit since she had last looked. Kourt reached up her hands and cupped her now healthier shaped breasts. They were still not quite as big as Missie's, but they were considerably more noticeable. She felt her knees shake when she moved her hands to her nipples. They slowly grew erect and she let out a soft moan as she tweaked them between her fingers. "Oh god they have grown so much... It's going to be hard not to fall into temptation. I can't fail to that damn witch." She said. Kourtney gritted her teeth and let her hands fall to her sides. She looked back up at the mirror and turned left and right admiring the new changes. They were quite lovely though, she wondered what it would be like to suck on a pair just like that... or what it would be like to suck on Missie's. She shook her head and quickly removed the rest of the shift that was hanging awkwardly around her middle she stretched her arms up in the air and welcomed the fresh feeling of air against her naked skin. She looked left and right and quickly decided that she was going to explore herself for the first time. "Okay new body this is something I have never done." She said looking down at herself. She smiled as her newly grown breasts heaved with the deeper breaths she was taking. Kourtney walked over to the mirror hanging on the wall and removed it, she then propped it up at the head of her bed that was against the wall. She reached out and closed the shutters that were letting in the little light that was left outside. Inside grew extremely dark and she decided that she needed some kind of light to properly get to know herself. She quickly gathered the wax candle that was at the foot of her bed and placed it on a saucer. She dug around until she found her flint and steel and chipped away until sparks finally caught small wick alight. The room soon danced with uneven glows from the candle and she placed it on the table that stood next to her bed. Kourtney quickly settled at the foot of her bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She looked at her side in the reflection of the mirror and gave out a frustrated sigh, "I can't see a bloody thing in here. Let's just hope no one is walking by." She quickly stood from the bed and opened one shutter to the outside letting more light spill in. soon she was seated back on the bed admiring the reflection of her side in the mirror, "Much better, okay self let's see what we can discover." She said and gently lifted one of her legs onto the bed and then the other. She was nearly straddling the mirror so she could see the entirety of what lay between her legs. Kourt let out a gasp when she looked up in the mirror. The hair that she had grown familiar with was completely gone. The wasn't a single inch of it left. Her skin was completely bare like a baby's bottom, and sitting just above her now exposed female parts was a strange lump of dark colored skin that she was completely unfamiliar with. She breathed out in shock again, trying to hold back a shriek. The curse the witch had put on her was this hideous lump of flesh growing above her perfect lady parts. Gingerly she raised a thumb and finger and picked at the skin. It was a part of her, she could feel the movement of the skin like someone had grabbed the loose skin on her elbow. It was foreign, but she could feel both the flesh below her touch and on her own body. To her shock a small dribble of something sticky oozed from the center. She shuddered to think what it was. She gently reached her fingers forward and collected it between them. She pinched them together and released them, strands of the liquid stuck to each side creating strings of the goo between them. She raised her fingertips to her nose and smelled. It reminded her of the smell that was coming from Johnny's phallus and she shivered. She wanted to wipe her hand off on the bed, but a sudden urge to taste the new liquid urged her to lick her tongue forward. She gently licked the sticky substance from her fingers and was greeted by a familiar warm and salty taste. It was the same stuff that was dripping from Johnny's thick cock. She reached her fingertips down again and started to move the new patch of discolored skin back and forth hoping it would produce more of that liquid that was so salty but delicious. The movement caused her to feel a jolt of pleasure she hadn't been expecting. It felt extremely good to roll the skin back and forth in her fingertips. She had to be careful not to pull too much, but when she collected a good piece of it between thumb and forefinger she was able to twist it back and forth gently. There was a new sensation in her nips and more of that liquid began to ooze gently from the center of the flesh mound. Kourtney hungrily scooped it all up into her hand and licked it off her fingertips. She needed more of this. She watched herself in the mirror as she teased and tugged at the strange flesh patch. She decided to give her left hand something to do as well. She slowly trailed it down below where the patch was and she rocked her hips forward getting a clear view of her dainty pussy. She gently touched the edges of the new territory. She wasn't extremely unfamiliar with how a woman's body was shaped or looked, but it was the first time she had seen hers completely nude. She let out a soft squeak of surprise when her fingers slid across the soft moist opening. Her right hand continued to poke and prod at the pile of skin that was starting to turn a deep red color. Her left fingers opened her gash revealing a dainty hole. She gently pushed her middle finger forward into her welcoming body. The sensation was beyond anything she has ever felt before. She let out a small surprised yelp and bit her lips trying to stay quiet. The patch of skin she was working her right hand against had started to secrete more of that sticky clear liquid. She began to furiously coax her finger in and out of her small pussy. The pleasure ebbed at her body and she shivered in delight eliciting a gentle moan. She felt her cheeks turn red with embarrassment and she turned her head away from the mirror so as not to be more of a pervert. What was wrong with her? She was worse than any of the girls in town who slept around with whoever they wanted. Another jolt of pleasure rocketed through her and she rolled her hips in motion with the movement of her fingers. She turned her head and looked back at the mirror sheepishly. The sight of her body begging to be toyed with made her spin into a new high of pleasure. She shivered and bit her lips over her teeth trying not to moan out louder than she already did. Her finger dipped and dived into her body furiously. Her other hand worked roughly on the patch of skin that was deepening its red color. The twinge of pleasure made her grit her teeth. She no longer felt sheepish about watching herself but desired to see every inch of her body racked in pleasure. She continued to twist her fingers in and out of her body coaxing each ounce of pleasure she could, something she once found dirty and wrong made her writhe and twist in so much ecstasy that she felt the fool for having judged someone for doing it. Her hand working at the odd skin pile on her pelvis became a blur as she poked and prodded her wet twat. She clenched her toes her hand working furiously at the new formed flesh. To her surprise that once building pleasure heightened even further. He dropped her chin to her chest and groaned in pleasure no longer worried about who was listening her. Her throaty howl was greeted by the heaviest amount of pleasure she had ever felt in her entire life. Her toes would probably be permanently stuck in the curled position her feet began to cramp and white sticky cream erupted from the mound on her pelvis. Her finger coaxing her orgasm from insider her needy pussy was starting to cramp and she realized that the pleasure spike she felt was beginning to subside. She withdrew her hand away from her wet body and looked at the pool of white cream. It looked exactly like what she had so willingly drank from Johnny's body... Giving a shiver and realizing what she had just done Kourtney lifted herself from the ground shakily. Her breasts were gleaming with sweat, and she couldn't help but run a finger up across the stiff pointed nipple greeting her vision as she looked herself over. What a fool she was diving into her house and... and... she shivered again. She needed to get dressed and head out for her adventure to fix what was happening to not only herself but to Neverwell. Why did all this fall on her shoulders now? Why couldn't she just be who she was and be content with it? Angrily she grabbed the nearest cloth she could find and donned the unforgiving ugly dress. That was odd, she never had an issue with her clothing choices before, but there was something itching in the back of her head saying that she needed something a bit better looking and something that wasn't so stifling. She felt a pang of fear and realized what it was that she had just done. Kourtney had pleasured herself, and to her surprise the strange mound of flesh at her pelvis had erupted a white sticky cream that she didn't even bother to clean up. The desire to open the front of her dress and show a bit more cleavage made a cold sweat break out on her forehead. Perhaps she was sick and a quick visit to the town healer could help fix her up. She put a finger to her lips and forgot about her recent fondling in her house. The flavor of her own body was salty and she couldn't help but lick up the rest of her fingers with a new found excitement. There really was something wrong with her. As she walked Kourtney tugged at her clothing trying to make it comfortable but the need to feel her skin free in the air was growing more apparent. She finally gave up and tugged the top two buttons free from the top of her neckline on her dress and the sweat that was beading on her breasts made her shiver and her nipples stiffened with excitement in her large unfashionable dress. The Lem the healer wouldn't be far and perhaps no one would see her exposed skin. Then again many of the women around this city were known to show off a little more than the base of their neck. Kourtney's face grew red at the thought of wearing such a low cut top to where anyone could see her body. With a huff she began to walk toward the Lem's cabin. He was normally such a nice quiet man that he wouldn't say anything about her appearance. He perhaps could even reverse whatever it was that was going on with her body. The oddity that her body was stripped of it's hair and that she was flushed with incredible desires that she always viewed as more wrong anything else. Perhaps it wasn't really a curse from a witch but a foolish mistake she had made by toying around with her body that is meant to be kept pure and clean for marriage. This isn't the kind of lifestyle she needed. Kourtney always found herself frowning at Missy and the odd sexual escapades that she participated in, and she was far more dignified than the other woman. Her hand quickly pushed the buttons back into the fasteners and she adjusted the collar at her neck that was now tighter than usual. She walked with a brisk pace towards Lem's building hoping not to run into anyone else, but right in that moment a slight giggle from an airy voice made her back shiver with disgust. "How are you doing Kourtney?" Missy's voice made Kourt want to turn around and punch her clean in the face. There was something about it that was demeaning and mocking towards her. She deserved for credit than Missy was giving her. She frowned for a bit and then tried hard to straighten her face. She felt her cheeks warm as she turned on her heel to see the large bosom of her enemy. "I'm... I'm..." She trailed off as her eyes began to grow entranced by such a lovely pair of breasts. They seemed so much fuller and ready to be touched and licked and rubbed. Missy gave out a small gasp and before Kourtney realized why she felt warmth brushing her fingertips. She grabbed gently at the soft bodice of Missy's clothing getting a warm feeling not only in her face and head but in her nether region. Each time her fingers stroked the edge of the woman's flesh she grew more flushed with sexual need. Missy shivered and she slipped a hand toward the front of her dress and began to rub invitingly at the spot where just minutes ago Kourtney had fondled. With a jerk of her hand she backed away from Missy, "I'm... I'm... sorry." Kourtney turned on her heels and ran quickly down the street, it was a wonder that no one else had seen the display she just put on for the world. She was such a fool, perhaps Lem really could fix her before she lost herself to the witches curse. Going north seemed like something that was no longer of importance but rather getting the medical attention she really needed was priority. Cursed in Darkness Ch. 03 Kourtney felt her hands shaking as she raised a fist to knock at the door. What had she done? She fondled Missie in public for anyone to see, and clearly Missie had enjoyed it or she would have said something or screamed or anything... but the way she responded is what bothered Kourtney even more. Missie began to fondle herself in the same exact way that Kourt had done so . She felt her mouth grow dry as she knocked on Lem's door. He opened the door and greeted her with a wide smile bowing and ushering her to enter. She stepped over the threshold and found herself looking around the quaint apothecary. He had bottles of odd things stoppered here and there along the walls, from green liquids to brown. One wall wasn't even visible past the beautiful array of potions he had mixed together for certain healing. On the far side of the room was a gentle wooden table that he had a hand resting upon. He patted it twice and Kourtney glided over gently. it was common place to be examined the second you entered into Lem's healing shop, but something about the events of the day made Kourtney almost hesitant to get near the man. "Good to see you in here today Kourt," his face was complacent but there seemed to be a look of concern shining in his eyes, "You look a bit flushed is there anything I can help you with?" He insisted that she move towards him but her knees were growing weaker. She found her eyes tracing over the front of his trousers as if trying to see what sexual power he had hidden away by such wretched clothing. Being naked and falling into your bodies wishes was far better than being confined. She shook her head and opened her mouth feeling faint, "I... I..." she nearly collapsed and as she toppled forward, Lem dashed to her scooping her up into his warm embrace. His body wasn't strong but it felt so much stronger than her own. The odd patchy skin on her pelvis began to leak wetness onto the front of her dress and the heat growing on Kourt's cheeks only meant that she was now falling like she had at her house. Unable to resist the urge to strip naked and please herself in front of Lem. Lem lifted her and carried her gently to the table, and upon setting her down there sprung up on his forehead droplets of sweat that meant he too must have been feeling something that was driving her insane. Perhaps this sexual tension had been shared between them for years and she just was unable to see it past her own innocence. Her fingers gripped at the buttons that held her confining dress, and she began to tweak them to free her breasts from their prison. The healer twitched and his face began to contort as if he was experiencing extreme pain. Kourtney didn't mind whether his erection was causing him pain being trapped in the pants he was wearing, she wanted to see it, she wanted to touch it, she needed to have it. The front of her dress began to grow unbearably wet with each passing second, and Lem was quick to help her remove it from her body, his face still pinched up in pain. Laying naked on the table, having forgotten her small clothes, Kourtney began to twist her hips from the burning need in her loins. She needed to feel him against her flesh, his warm tender embrace. He had just carried her, and now she needed to feel the same but with his thick warm cock pressed against her flesh. Kourtney's cheeks flushed and she twisted her head to look at Lem and see why he wasn't jumping on top of her. She let out a faint gasp as she realized why he had been contorting his face in pain. In place of his mouth was a sideways slit that was leaking a pearlescent liquid that smelled faintly sweet. He reached up a shaking hand to the edges of the sideways lips and touched the outer edges, they were ruffled like a flower, and looked familiar to Kourtney, though she couldn't quite place a word on it, not now while her body was on fire. She just wanted to feel Lem pressed against her. Just as Lem's fingers traced the edges of his newly deformed mouth, he let out a shiver and his cheeks burned a deeper red. No sound escaped from between the lips but more of the liquid leaked out expectantly of something more. Kourtney sat up on the edge of the table, her body shivering and shaking with the lack of her sexual attention. Lem looked down at her and she lifted her hands up to his jaw line. She pulled him close, the overwhelming scent of something sweet and tangy filled her nose. Kourtney opened her mouth and moved her tongue toward the desirable slit that now filled Lem's face. Her tongue collided with the incredible surface of his lips and Lem visible shivered as she ran her tongue upwards along the length of it collecting each ounce of the liquid she could. Lem's throat made a stifled moan and he dropped forward his knees colliding with the edge of the table where Kourtney was sitting. He tongue now knew what to do by instinct. She ran it flat along the surface of his lips, and her left hand worked forward to the base of his chin, parting the beautiful display to expose a hole. She worked her forefinger forward and pressed it inside gently, feeling the walls flutter anxiously against her fingertip. Each time her tongue brushed forward to the tip of the lips, Lem would twist and moan excitedly. Kourtney pressed her lips against the tip of his lips and felt the skin part and spread exposing a tiny button of flesh that was knotted up but large enough that her tongue could easily flick it back and forth. Each stroke she made Lem would shiver, she heard a squelching sound emit from the edge of the table, but she didn't mind whatever it was. She just wanted to get more of the juices leaking from Lem's newly formed mouth. She decided to begin to spell Missie's name over and over and the knob of skin that seemed to cause Lem so much pleasure, because each time he felt pleasure more of the sweet juices rolled down his chin and splashed onto Kourtney's exposed thighs. Kourtney turned her wrist and rest her chin on her hand, she worked the digit that was buried inside of the tightened hole stroking the top walls of the parted lips. Each finger stroke would coincide with another letter of Missie's gentle name. Why did her name come to Kourtney's mind? Each time she had a question about any of the events transpiring Lem would give an audible moan through his throat and shift in pleasure and more of the sexual juices dripped into her expectant mouth. She didn't need to think in order to get what it was that she wanted. Lem began to break out in a sweat, his shoulders were shaking rhythmically in time with Kourtney's experienced licking. She worked her middle finger into the hole and Lem jolted practically screaming through only his throat, unable to speak from the lips that were filling his face that kourtney was so eagerly kissing. He tasted incredible, why was it that kissing someone like she was seemed so... sexual? Her patch of flesh mounded at the top of her pelvis began to twist in pleasure, a finger was poking and prodding against her. More of the extreme juices began to leak across her body and mingle with the ones leaking from Lem's parted lips. Suddenly pleasure began to well up inside of Kourtney's stomach. Each stroke the finger made against her body more of the juices would combine and a twinge of excitement erupted in her belly. Something like butterflies kicking at the insides of her rib cage. The finger pushed forward and Lem shivered white hot liquid erupted onto Kourtney's stomach and a torrent of the juices of Lem's lips filled Kourtney's mouth just as she finished spelling out the last letter of Missie's name. She shivered and felt the strange patch of flesh erupt with liquid as well combining with all the juices the pair of them had made together. She released her hold on Lem's chin and felt her fingers dripping with juices slide free from Lem's open hole. He fell backward onto the ground his chest heaving excitedly. The fleshly lips that filled his face were still gently leaking that golden liquid that she still had a desire to lap up like a hungry dog. Kourtney shivered and looked down at her stomach. A rope of white cream had splashed up along her navel, it wasn't entirely white some of it was clear. She reached a questioning finger and scooped some of the liquid up. She popped her finger into her mouth and was greeted by something almost salty and in comparison with the sweet tangy flavor of Lem's mouth she gave out a gentle moan. It was incredible and she needed to have more. Within seconds her body was cleaned of all the juices that had dripped over her, but the spots that had been covered now felt sticky. The room smelt faintly of... of... then she realized it. It smelled like her friend in stocks did after she sucked his massive... Kourtney let out a gasp and covered her mouth looking around the room in horror. What had she just done? The lips on Lem's face looked exactly like the lips that sat eagerly between her thighs. Lem's mouth was contorted into a Vagina, and Kourtney had taken place in licking and fingering it. She uncovered her mouth slowly feeling her jaw still agape. Lem couldn't fix her. Lem was not going to be able to help her clear her body of the sensations she was feeling. Lem was no longer her savior or her sanctuary from this extremely awkward situation that this witch had placed her in. The only escape she could have was to go north to the castle and confront the woman head on. Kourtney quickly grabbed her dress and latched the buttons in place, leaving her clavicle exposed and she darted from the room forgetting her shoes. She moved quickly along the hot cobbled street. She was going to have to find a new set of clothes that would let her move easier than this dress. She had bunches of the material in each fist and with a determined face headed towards the blacksmith. He sold tunics of leather that might be safer for her to wear when going against this wicked woman that called herself a witch. Cursed in Darkness Ch. 04 Her footsteps seemed to echo loudly in her ears with each passing moment as she made her way toward the city center. The images of running her tongue over what have must been a woman's anatomy only made her own nether region begin to burn with delight once again. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies and the newly formed odd patch of skin began to leak once more on her already sticky dress front. How much sex could one person really desire? Had she been this pent up for years from her goal to be pure and clean? As she neared the Blacksmith shoppe her mind's eye began to replay the vision of Missie hunched forward on her knees sucking down most of the man's meaty girth between her perfect succulent lips. Kourtney found herself dreaming about running her tongue against Missie's around the man's thick member, precum dribbling from the tip into both their mouths as their share a passionate kiss between them. The wet patch on the front of her dress deepened and she quickly covered it with her hands as Kourt tried to push the images from her mind. She needed to find the witch and rid herself of the evil that was overtaking every fiber of her being. With a new determined glare she set forward toward the large bearded man. She stepped under the tent that hung at the front entrance of his store, he had a simple display of barrels here and there that had an assortment of tools for local workers, from horse shoes to hammers the blacksmith had it all. Kourtney and he were not very close, but she at least could give him business when needed. Either she needed to pick up a back of nails to fix some of the chairs or doors in her own home, or to go through the cobblers place and do some fixing of her own, though most of the time she bribed people nearby with food that she would be preparing. She wasn't a fantastic cook, but enough to get a few people who were smarter at fixing up a wall than she. The smith turned around and gave her a frown, "Strange stuff happenin' round here today I tell ya. Just a minute ago Missie came in asking if you were around to uh... share some time together between the three of us. Of course I told her no seein' I am married and all." The smith rubbed at the back of his neck, but there was visible sweat beading on his forehead. Perhaps the image that just ran through Kourtney's own mind was something the witch had planned all along. With a shudder he gave her a smile, "Anyway, what can I do you for?" Kourtney's cheeks burned red. He wanted to do her didn't he? The man gave out a chuckle again still rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. "I need some sturdy clothes because I am leaving town on foot. Can't have this dress slowing me down." Kourtney said with a new determination. She didn't know where it came from. All of a sudden she was feeling a lot more confident than before, and seeing the Smith behaving the way he was was enough to get her the advantage of getting what she wanted. "Somethin' like britches? Girls shouldn't be going around in clothing like that." The smith laughed again though this time much more forced than before. "I would like something a little more sturdy like leathers, you see I plan on... hunting for a bit. I have an uncle up north that would like me to join him for the next few weeks." Her cheeks burned red, what a blatant lie. Everyone in town knew that she was alone in every aspect, if she did have an Uncle up north why did he not take her in and care for her instead of being an orphan in a city like this? Honestly she was just being a fool and trying to get the Smith off her case. He eyed her suspiciously but shrugged. "I can find a few things that might be your size, do you mind steppin' over to the chart on the wall so I can get a measurement of you height and such?" His rugged accent and broad shoulders made her feel weak. She could still see the way that Missie looked when she was tickling and touching his stiffened length outside in the alley behind this very building. Kourt's cheeks burned hotter still as the images flashed through her mind. The idea of her and Missie joined in together with his thick meat between her lips made her knees almost buckle. The blacksmith moved over his large hands carrying a measuring thread that had lines drawn on it to help him measure her sizes. He held the string up to her body at the edge of her shoulder and Kourtney could smell his strong musky scent. He was truly powerful, large, and she could see herself being overpowered by him if he wanted to. At this current moment she didn't think she would resist. She could still taste the sweet and salty mixture of Lem on her lips and tongue and suddenly the room began to spin as the blacksmiths fingers delicately touched her middle, pulling the string here and there around at her soft gentle skin. The wet patch on the front of her dress began to send her mind reeling. The room spun faster and a cold sweat began to break out on her forehead. Her cheeks flushed and she practically toppled forward. The smith caught her with his large strong hands and guided her to a stool in the back corner behind the counter. There was a large assortment of hammers and prongs, and a few leather gloves that made Kourt's hands seem dainty and small in an extreme way. The smith stood there admiring her tiny form on the chair before he turned back towards the door that lead out of the shoppe and into what she assumed was the work area. He returned with a wooden cup filled to the brim with clear water. He held it up for her, and her eyes settled on this fingers. They were so large, so strong. She quivered as she drew the cup from his strong embrace, and then something overtook her. She held the cup in her left hand and her right hand gently slid up along the backside of the Smith's thumb. He opened his mouth and drew in a stiff breath. She stroked her hand back down along the thick digit and instinctively she opened her mouth. She slipped his massive thumb between her lips and sucked at it tasting the man's salty sweat on her tongue. He gave out another long sigh as she withdrew her lips. Her mind began to buzz gently rolling over the idea of sucking more than just a thumb. Missie passed through her mind once again. She could see the thick cock that this Smith had hiding under those thick trousers. She sucked harder at his thumb, and to Kourtney's surprise the familiar salty flavor of liquid that had been splashed on her stomach greeted her mouth. She hungrily began to slurp audibly on the Smith's large digit. He groaned and grabbed a hand for the counter next to him as Kourtney's left hand discarded the water cup and began to dig furiously through her ruffled dress to find the patch of skin that was toying with her mind so energetically. To her surprise her fingers were greeted by a stiff nub, no bigger than the tip of her thumb, but each time she brushed the flesh pleasure built up all the way into her throat. She stiffened her legs and began to worked her palm angrily against the new protruding shape on her small pelvis. The Smith's thumb thickened between her lips and to Kourtney's surprise she was greeted by a torrent of wet hot cream injecting between her lips down her throat. It tasted even more incredible than what had been poured onto her smooth tummy. She eagerly drank down every ounce and finally released the thumb from between her lips. Her hand still worked hard at the nub sending rockets of pleasure through her legs and back. The smith looked down at his hand that was still being held by Kourtney he gave out a gasp. She didn't care what it was he was looking at, she wanted more of that sweet nectar. She grabbed his forefinger and popped the thickened tip between her lips and began to suck. The same slow steady sensation of it stiffening and then injecting cream into her mouth sent yet another shiver up her spine and the pleasure on the protrusion on her body grew even more immense. She did this to each of his fingers, her own orgasm soon crashing over her. To Kourt's surprise her body stiffened even further and the pleasure center welling at her hips erupted. Hot torrents of cream poured onto her palm and down her onto her exposed legs. Shen the pleasure had finally subsided, she released her grip on the Smith's hand, each of his fingers dangling awkwardly as though broken in the middle. He grabbed at his palm and raised his fingers toward his face. It was in that moment that Kourtney saw the wet stain on the front of his trousers. He must have came all over himself just as she had on her palm. Why did sucking on his fingers feel so good for the pair of them? As the thought passed through her mind she saw why his fingers appeared to be broken. Hanging where fingers should have been were five long but flaccid cocks. Each one looked spent and abused. Kourtney had given the Smith not one, but five subsequent blowjobs, and each one felt even better than the last. Apparently it had for the smith because he was covered in sweat from head to toe. He looked at his other hand and gave out a gasp. Leaking precum onto the counter were another five long stiff powerful erections, ready for more sexual attention. Kourtney quickly jumped to her feet. She couldn't get trapped sucking cock in the Smith's hut. The smell was incredible and the idea of being here with him for hours pleasuring each of his long powerful erections was enough to make her weak at the knees again. She readjusted her dress just in time to see the Smith pop his own forefinger between his lips reluctantly and give out a stifled moan as he began to orally pleasure his own digit. Kourtney slipped back through the shop slowly facing the Smith the whole time. Each step she took made her cringe as the floorboards below creaked under her gentle weight. She didn't want him to think that she was ditching him on purpose, but the curse of the witch was grasping at anything that Kourtney found safe or could protect herself with. She was a target and anyone around her was going to be affected until she went north like the Witch had commanded her. As she passed through the door warm sunlight spilled onto her back and she shuddered licking her lips realizing there was still residual seed from her intense blow jobs she had just given. A hand grabbed her shoulder and forcefully wheeled her around. She was face to face with Missie. There was something odd about the woman though, something that she couldn't quite place a finger on. She grabbed Kourtney's hand and tugged her around the side of the building to the ally where she had seen the Smith and Missie sharing in a moment that now seemed so much more innocent than the one that Kourtney just shared with the man. Just as they moved around the corner behind a stack of empty crates and barrels Missie immediately pushed Kourtney to her knees. She looked up confused as Missie raised her dress revealing to Kourt one of the most beautiful erections she had ever seen in her entire life. There was something different about the shape of the other woman's phallus. It was smooth and sleek, the lack of body hair and smooth flesh made Kourtney's heart jump into her throat. A throbbing in her head made her vision blur. She didn't even realized that the head of the cock was now rubbing against her lips excitedly leaking precum onto her stained chin. Missie twisted her hips gently and popped the thick member into Kourtney's willing mouth. Instead of a gentle and smooth experience, Missie thrust forward and Kourtney worked hard to suppress her gag reflex. Missie's fingers were dug into the back of Kourt's head and she pulled back and thrust forward again. White spots blurred on the edges of Kourtney's eyes. A new focus came to her. She needed to make sure Missie fucked her face so good and she was a good bitch who deserved to drink her cum. She placed her hands at the base of Missie's ass to steady herself and felt as the woman's rear dimpled with her heavy thrusts. In a flurry Missie began to pump her thick staff between Kourtney's lips brushing against her smooth tongue and stuffing the mushroomed cock head deep against the back of her throat. Kourt's nose bumped against the woman's pelvis and she felt delighted at how much of the girth she was able to take without even needing to think about her gag reflex anymore. She was a good bitch, a good cum slut. In the back of the alley behind the Smith's hut it was now Kourtney who was doing as a slut should. Doing exactly what she had always wanted to do. Missie grunted as she thrust forward enthusiastically. The cock between Kourtney's lips stiffened hard and a sudden sensation of warmth cascading down her throat announced that Missie had finally finished abusing Kourtney's face, but there was a sudden empty feeling that overcame her as Missie withdrew and splashed a single throb of cum onto Kourt's cheek. She released her hold on the back of MIssie's thighs and scooped up the remaining seed from her cheek and licked her finger clean. Missie panted and shivered as she fell back against he wall and slid down to Kourtney's level. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily, her hair plastered to her forehead from the encounter. Kourntey sighed and leaned against the wall next to the other woman. The pair of them panted and she closed her eyes as well. After what felt like five minutes Missie stood up and placed a hand on Kourtney's head. She opened her eyes to see the woman offering her a hand to stand. Kourt gladly accepted it. And the two women stood face to face. Something had changed in their relationship. Something was different about them. Missie opened her mouth, closed it, and then turned on her heel to leave Kourtney alone in the ally. Abused and used and just left to think about the events that occurred. Nothing had changed, accept that Kourtney was now the slut that was being used by the town and Missie was no longer the psychotic sexual addicted monster. It was now Kourtney. She shifted her dress and felt the wetness that was now sticky and damp move on her thigh. She had to get north to fix all of this, she needed to clear the curse that was beginning to affect not only her but all of those she encountered and interacted with. Kourtney stepped from the shadowed ally and into the warm afternoon sun. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from its brightness and gave out a heavy sigh. She had a three day journey ahead of her and she didn't want to be caught wandering the path at night. Not if the curse was as strong as it was, but she had no time to waste and there was no better time to start than now. She gritted her teeth and turned on her heel, heading toward the town gates that lead to the destination where the Witch had taken residence. Kourtney was going to defeat the woman that was toying with her. She would clear her name and be free of this curse, and come back home and live a normal life. She deserved it as much as anyone else did.