


The Curse

by devle



Category: NonConsent/Reluctance
Published: 2003-07-05
Updated: 2003-12-14
Packaged: 2017-05-08 10:32:56
Chapters: 2
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-curse-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=218176&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. Priestess helps a man.</p>
<p>2. The end.</p>
Erotica Tags: Narcissa, Night Richard, NonConsent/Reluctance, Richard, Richard
Asked, Richard Looked, Richard Sat, Richard Sighed, Shipping Company, Week
Michael, Woman Smiled
Average Rating: 4.39





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Curse

The Curse Ch. 02




        The Curse


1800's  
  
The gaslights lit the street as a couple exited the hotel. The boy had his arm
wrapped around the laughing girl as he whispered secrets in her ear. Casually
and quite without her knowing it he led her down the street where fewer
gaslamps lit the night.  
  
"I'd better go home." She whispered in the boy's ear.  
  
"Of course I'll take you home. Here is a shortcut." He explained leading her
into a deserted bystreet. She went willingly enough until to her surprise the
boy slammed her up against a wall.  
  
"What are you doing?" She cried out as the boy began to pull up her skirts.
"Stop! Stop!" His hand slid up the hot white flesh of her inner thigh.  
  
His hands went to his own pants unbuckling them exposing his long hard cock.  
  
"No, Michael, please." She tried to push him off her but he was too heavy too
intent on the rape. Tears ran down her pretty face.  
  
Michael spread her legs by forcing his hips between hers. She was so warm and
soft. God he'd wanted Angela Riche since he had first seen her.  
  
With one forward thrust he tore through her tender virgin cunt. Angela cried
out but there was no one to hear.  
  
"What do you mean that you have been arraigned?" Richard McCallum shouted at
the boy standing before his desk.  
  
"I know nothing of it, Father."  
  
Richard snorted in disbelief as he lay back into his leather chair. Richard
was not an old man to be a father, he was only 43, with dark brown hair and
piercing gray eyes. His body as well as his mind were hardened due to the hard
labor that he did everyday on his plantation as well as on his shipping
company.  
  
He glared at his son Michael with gun metal eyes. Fucking kid. Richard
supposed in an abstract way that his son was very handsome he had inherited
his dead wife's blond hair and murky blue eyes even her delicacy of face he
had won from her as well and now at 22 he was a very sought after bachelor.
Once again he cursed his lot in life to be saddled with this irresponsible
youth.  
  
"Damn your mother for dying when you were only ten! At least you would have
learned how to treat a woman better." Richard lifted his whiskey glass to his
sensual mouth. He set it down with an audible click in the silent room. "You
tell me now you little shit what the hell happened."  
  
Rage burned in Michael's eyes but he slowly got control of himself as he saw
the knowing grin his father cast him.  
  
"I did not rape Angela Riche."  
  
Richard tapped his fingers on the surface of the walnut desk slowly letting
each digit hit the wood. "Then why is she accusing you of such?"  
  
"Because I refused to marry her."  
  
"You expect me to believe you?" Richard asked dubiously.  
  
"I don't care what you believe." Michael hissed.  
  
"I'll contact my lawyer. Get the fuck out of my sight."  
  
The door slammed behind Michael. God, if Michael were to be found guilty, as
Richard suspected that he was, Richard's shipping company would suffer as the
McCallum name was ground into the dirt.  
  
A knock at the door disturbed Richard. "Yes!"  
  
"It's only me Massa." A slight black woman appeared by his desk bearing a tea
tray.  
  
"Thank you, Estephania." Richard sighed.  
  
Estephania closed the door behind her. There was nothing to do now but wait.  
  
The trial came up quickly probably due to the fact that Judge Waters was Mr.
Riche's friend who took the case as a personal insult. Once Angela had gone up
and given her tearful moving plea that Michael be punished for soiling her
Richard knew that this was the end. Michael had took the stand and given a
bunch of shit about how when the two were seen leaving the hotel together
Angela was drunk and had gotten upset when Michael had refused to marry her.
He said that they parted ways on the street.  
  
No one appeared to believe what he said.  
  
This night Richard sat before the fire in his den staring into the flames.  
  
He heard a swish of skirts and when he looked up he saw Estephania at his
side. He smiled halfheartedly at her. "What can I do for you, Estephania?"  
  
Estephania looked down at Richard. He had been a good massa he didn't mistreat
the slaves and when there were grievances he always tried to be fair. It could
have been worse. Her black eyes glittered in the flames as she spoke. "You
wanna get your son off?"  
  
Richard sat up straighter in his chair. "What are you saying, Estephania?"  
  
"Go see this woman that I know she got the power to help you."  
  
"What woman?"  
  
"She be a priestess. She live on 42166 Birmingham Street, ask for Missy
DeBray."  
  
Richard looked skeptically at his slave. "What can she do to help me?"  
  
"She be right with the gods they always hear her."  
  
Richard sighed figuring that this was some slave vodoun shit but he was at his
wit's end. What else was there to do? The verdict was to be given in two days
and Richard's lawyer told him that his son would probably hang if Judge Waters
had his way. He'd give the old crone a shot, he thought, why not? He was
desperate to save his family name.  
  
Arriving at 42166 Birmingham Street Richard saw a lovely and immense demesne.
Probably a very rich family he surmised. Now he had to think about how he was
going to go up to this family and ask to speak to one of their slaves. It just
was not done.  
  
Richard squared his massive shoulders, tugged at his white gloves and began
walking up the drive to the house. As he was coming up he saw a woman dressed
all in white coming out of the house. She had dark hair pulled back in a braid
but that was all he could discern. She stopped a few feet away from the house
to open up her parasol then she continued toward him.  
  
When she came up to him she greeted him pleasantly, he returned the greeting
then asked. "Do you know the family that live in this house?"  
  
The woman smiled lazily causing Richard to think that she looked like the cat
who ate the cream. She was very beautiful with dark hair and up close he saw
that her eyes were brown. Her full lips were delicately carved and her high
cheekbones carried no spot of rouge. When she smiled at him he saw a row of
straight white teeth, the eyeteeth were a touch on the sharp side but though
it unnerved him it excited him as well.  
  
"Indeed I do." She raised arched black brows.  
  
"I am seeking out a Miss DeBray. May I find her inside?"  
  
Her smile vanished leaving her with a masterful look to her face. The
indentations below her cheekbones were prominent. "Who sent you, Mr?"  
  
"McCallum. Richard McCallum. My slave Estephania told me to seek her out
here."  
  
The woman in white nodded. "Estephania. I remember her she wanted love. I am
Miss DeBray."  
  
Shock hit Richard squarely in the chest as he struggled to breathe again.
Where he had expected an aged crone mixing a bubbling brew he found a white
woman.  
  
The woman smiled noting Richard's discomfort. "I was about to take my lunch at
my club why do you not join me and we may talk there?"  
  
Richard was quick to recover and graciously offered her his arm.  
  
Once inside the restaurant they were seated at a table for two in a corner.
Miss DeBray put her parasol down and when she was before Richard in all her
glory she quite bowled him over with her beauty.  
  
The waiter came and took their order when he left Richard began his story.  
  
"I will pay you whatever you demand. Only please,"  
  
Miss DeBray reached out to cover his callused hand with her soft one. The
waiter came then setting bowls of soup before them. Miss DeBray daintily
dipped her spoon in to take a taste. Richard fascinated stared at her mouth.  
  
"My name is Narcissa DeBray since we are to be working together you may as
well call me Narcissa. I have only one question to ask; is your son guilty?"  
  
Richard's teeth were set on edge but he spoke the truth. "Yes."  
  
"Very well Richard. Let us now speak of other things and when we are done if
you would be so kind as to walk me home I will give you the particulars."  
  
They finished their meal in a friendly mood yet when Richard walked Narcissa
to her door she stopped him from entering. "I will help you."  
  
Richard was standing so close to Narcissa he could smell the rosewater that
she used and the scent made his head swim.  
  
"I do not demand payment. I will leave it up to you to decide what is proper
to give. Good afternoon, Richard, leave everything to me."  
  
The day of the verdict. When Judge Waters proclaimed Michael not guilty the
whole court was stunned. Angela, sobbing, was walked away by her father. That
night Richard paid a visit to Narcissa DeBray.  
  
She met him at the door dressed in a black peignoir once again denying him
entrance but she went out onto her veranda with him.  
  
"Yes, Richard?" She said.  
  
Richard once again could not speak. Narcissa had her hair loose and it flowed
in the slight spring breeze making her nipples harden. She had lovely breasts
small but firm. Richard had not been able to put Narcissa out of his mind.
Every night he dreamed of her, hot sexy dreams. He did things to her in those
dreams that he never did with his own wife. He ran his finger below his collar
to loosen it as he consciously moved his eyes from her breasts back to her
eyes.  
  
"I've come to pay you."  
  
Another lazy smile as she turned more fully toward Richard showing him her
slender body barely covered by the black lace. "Really?"  
  
He handed over a piece of paper smiling inside as he did so. This would keep
his Narcissa close at hand. "It is a deed to a house that was built on my
property long ago. I have given you the land as well."  
  
Narcissa took the paper. "Did you think I would ask for your soul?" She
laughed seeing Richard's face.  
  
He blew out a breath. "I was afraid you might."  
  
"Thank you Richard. Good night." She whisked back into her palace in a flurry
of black lace.  
  
"Good night, Narcissa, you will be mine." Richard whispered to the night air.  
  
Over the next few weeks Narcissa hired contractors to fix up the house as she
saw fit. Richard had given her leave to enter his house whenever she wanted.
Her presence aroused Michael from his drunken doings. Since he had been
cleared Michael had boasted about the town that he was invincible and
irresistible. He now saw Narcissa, little knowing that she was the means of
his salvation, he desired her.  
  
He waited until she was alone in the library one night poring over a book
reading by the light of a candelabra. Like a snake he struck tipping over the
chair Narcissa sat in dumping her to the floor. Michael got on top of her
raising her thin chemise but Narcissa was stronger than the hysterical Angela
and she picked up her book bringing it with a resounding thud against his
temple. He fell on top of her senseless.  
  
Narcissa scooted out from under his dead weight and stood. This time the
little boy would get what he deserved. Picking out one white candle from the
candelabra she stepped over Michael's sprawled body. She spat on him. "I curse
you. That your body may weaken and spoil with none to save you." She tipped
the candle onto the exposed skin of his chest so that a hot dribble of wax
fell onto his skin burning him. Narcissa smiled. "The life in the candle, the
life in your body are now one and the same." She blew out the candle.  
  
One week later Michael was too weak to get out of bed. All the doctors that
Richard brought in could not tell him what was wrong with his son. Desperate
he went to Narcissa.  
  
"Can you help my son?" He pleaded before her in his master bedroom.  
  
"No."  
  
"No? What do you mean no?" Richard started to see red.  
  
"He deserves what is happening to him." Narcissa sat before him on the edge of
his bed a regal queen.  
  
"Damn you witch I said fix him!" He reached out gripping Narcissa by the
shoulders shaking her. His lust rising with his anger.  
  
"No!"  
  
Richard stopped shaking Narcissa and kissed her mouth. Her lips were sweet and
warm and he kissed her harder. Pushing her back onto the bed. Where the son
had been a fool the father was an expert and there was no way Narcissa could
just push him off.  
  
"Please Richard," She breathed.  
  
Richard was lost in his haze of lust ripping apart the thin bodice of
Narcissa's gown exposing her breasts. "God I want you, Narcissa. I've wanted
you since I first saw you." His hot mouth suckled her breast.  
  
Narcissa placed her hands on his shoulders tring to push him off her but
Richard was built like an ox and would not budge.  
  
With one hand Richard reached below Narcissa's skirts finding her cunt damp.  
  
"Don't do this, Richard." Narcissa's dark eyes pleaded. Richard only smiled.
He burrowed his hand farther in to touch her tender clit Narcissa bucked up at
the touch.  
  
"Yeah, baby. Let me touch you." Richard kissed her smooth neck.  
  
Strange sensations were building up inside Narcissa making her long for
release from this sweet torment. Release came when Richard slid down her body
burying his face in her cunt licking and sucking her swollen flesh.  
  
Richard grunted in satisfaction as he heard Narcissa's screams of ecstasy.
Quickly he unfastened his trousers releasing his thick cock he moved back over
Narcissa.  
  
"No!" Narcissa shrieked feeling the blunt tip of Richard's cock butting into
her tight cunt seeking entrance. But between her exhalation and inhalation
Richard entered her.  
  
He stopped in shock for a moment.  
  
Narcissa was a virgin.  
  
But his lust won out over his surprise as he began to move inside her. He
caught Narcissa's gasps and sighs with his kiss. She was so tight and wet.
God, it had never been this good before. He wanted to last longer for her but
he was too overwhelmed and came deep inside her.  
  
Narcissa shoved Richard's body off of her pulling together her clothes she
rose up regally and walked out of the room. There were no tears, no
histrionics, nothing.  
  
Richard clothed himself and followed her. Narcissa was exiting the house when
Richard called her name. Narcissa stilled but did not turn to face him.
Richard couldn't speak and Narcissa left.  
  
One week later and Michael was dead.  
  
Narcissa knew that she should not have helped Richard when he asked for her
help. She knew that Michael had been guilty so necessarily the magic had come
back on her threefold. First the son tried to rape her, unsuccessfully, and
then the father, successfully. Her virginity which she had saved all these
years, 22 to be exact, was in ruins. She hoped that that would be the end to
her punishment. Now she lay hidden inside her house on 42166 Birmingham Street
wondering what to do next. She had heard that Michael was dead. Thanks to her,
she smiled smugly. So now what would Richard do? He had no heir to pass his
fortune off to. Oh well, that wasn't her problem. Narcissa sighed leaning back
onto her bed, it was nine o'clock at night may as well get some sleep.  
  
Something woke Narcissa up. She sat up in her bed surrounded by total
darkness. She couldn't see anything couldn't hear anything except the frantic
beat of her heart.  
  
Suddenly a hand shot out of the darkness clamping over Narcissa's mouth
stifling her screams.  
  
"You didn't really think I would let you get away, did you?" The deep voice
rasped as she was thrown back onto the bed.




        The Curse Ch. 02


It was too dark to see anything yet Narcissa knew. Oh fuck, she thought
feeling the hard press of a muscled body over hers smashing her into her bed.
It’s Richard.  
  
A low laugh echoed in her ears. “You won’t scream now will you, Narcissa? Not
a brave girl like you who doesn’t even cry as she’s being raped.” Richard
removed his hand from over her mouth.  
  
Narcissa licked her dry lips. Richard was just a large black shadow hovering
over her. No, she wouldn’t scream. Narcissa lunged her neck forward her teeth
lodging into the web of muscle between Richard’s neck and shoulder. She bit
down hard.  
  
“Bitch!” Richard shouted shoving her away from him. He rose up straddling her
with his knees on her shoulders digging his hands into her hair to keep her
from moving her head.  
  
Narcissa could taste his blood on her lips. “Bastard.” She whispered.  
  
“I’ve come to take you home.” Richard’s hard hands loosened from her hair to
caress her cheeks. “We are going to be together forever.”  
  
“You’re crazy.” Narcissa spat fear growing inside her.  
  
“Maybe.” He bent down to kiss her lips. “But you’re mine now.” With that
Richard grabbed her arms pulling her up out of her bed literally dragging her
out of her room. Narcissa kicked and bit at Richard feeling the hot spurts of
blood pour into her mouth. Richard was so focused on getting Narcissa out of
her house that he barely felt the pain.  
  
He managed to take her to the front door where he paused for a moment. “So you
don’t scream, darling.” He placed a gag around her head. “There now,” he
smoothed back her hair. “Aren’t you pretty?”  
  
Narcissa could only glare at the dark image before her.  
  
Richard had his horse tethered to a tree by the side of her house, it was too
risky to take his carriage. He quickly pushed her up over the horse so that
she was seated in front of him. A cold knot grew in the pit of Narcissa’s
stomach as Richard brought the horse to an all out run taking her back to his
house, back to the scene of her rape.  
  
She fought him as he pulled her through the doors of his house into the light.
Richard’s maid Estephania came out on hearing the noise and though Narcissa
implored the black maid with her eyes to help her Estephania drew away back
into the darkness.  
  
“There’s no one here to help you, Narcissa. No one but me.” Richard whispered
into her ear as he led her up the hated stairs back into his bedroom.  
  
What a fool she had been, Narcissa thought, thinking that she was safe inside
her own home. A part of her knew that Richard was crazed to have raped her.
She should have run while she could.  
  
Once inside his bedchamber Richard locked the door pocketing the key. He
released Narcissa who quickly ran into the farthest corner of the room pulling
at the tight gag releasing it from her mouth.  
  
They stared at each other for a long moment. Richard’s gunmetal eyes hot and
blazing with lust. Narcissa straightened her spine smiling slightly to see the
spot of crimson blood on the neck of Richard’s shirt.  
  
“I was very hasty the first time, my darling. Now I intend to make you
scream.” He came toward her stalking her like a sleek panther.  
  
A dark part of Narcissa secretly thrilled at the way Richard looked at her
full of lust and sin. She had always loved to be chased.  
  
“I hate you.”  
  
Her sharp words brought him to a complete stop.  
  
Narcissa laughed teasingly. “I hate you, Richard McCallum. I wish you were
dead.”  
  
Richard, incensed, ran at her. Narcissa dodged him by jumping onto and over
the side of the bed.  
  
“You think you can just break into my home like a thief and claim me as if I
were a stolen horse? You think that I will just stay here to rot with you? You
want me to lay down for you here on this bed. To spread my virgin thighs and
fuck you like any whore.” Narcissa laughed again.  
  
Richard as she was speaking was moving around the bed gripping one of the end
posts.  
  
“Fuck you.” She spat.  
  
Before Narcissa could move Richard had crossed the bed to grab her up in his
steel arms literally throwing her onto the pillows of the bed. He rose up over
her straddling her by sitting on her stomach pushing her wrists down over her
head with his hands.  
  
He loved the way her breasts were straining against the white fabric of her
night dress as if begging to be freed, begging to be touched by his hands.  
  
“You hate me?” Richard chuckled. He bent to kiss her lips this time Narcissa
didn’t bite him. “I know,” Richard trailed his head down kissing her neck.
“deep down inside,” He kissed her collarbone. “you dreamt of this,” Richard’s
hot mouth fell upon her swollen nipple sucking the stiff peak through the thin
cotton gauze. Narcissa moaned at the delicious pressure and tightness flowing
from her breast straight to her cunt. He raised his head then after a few all
to brief moments of ecstasy. “you wanted this. You want me.”  
  
Richard released his hold on Narcissa’s arms his massive chest heaving with
the lust and mad passion roiling through him.  
  
Narcissa didn’t move she only stared into Richard’s eyes. “You’re such a
bastard.” She whispered throwing her arms about his neck pulling him down over
her.  
  
Richard lay out on top of her willingly his lips meeting hers for their first
nonviolent kiss. Narcissa tasted sweet, opening her mouth for Richard’s
tongue. He kissed her bruised mouth over and over making Narcissa lightheaded.  
  
He rose up then grabbing the neckline of her dress in his two hands he ripped
it down the middle baring her exquisite small breasts. His trembling hands
came down onto her flesh slowly kneading and rolling her nipples. Narcissa
arched up moaning. She was so beautiful her dark hair spread on the pillows
her sexy body beneath his hands. This was how it was always meant to be, this
was what he knew would happen the first time he saw her coming down her drive.  
  
Richard’s mouth came to her breast again sucking hard on her nipple. He felt
Narcissa’s hands come up to push on his shoulders. He raised his head fixing
his eyes on hers. “Don’t make me stop, Narcissa. I’m begging you; let me touch
you, let me fuck you. Be mine, only mine.”  
  
In answer Narcissa pulled at the white loose linen shirt that Richard wore
pulling it off him revealing the sculpted planes of his hardened body. Her
hands drifted down feathering over his skin, her fingers burning him where she
touched.  
  
“Love me, Richard.” It was then in that one moment of stunned shock that she
voiced her deepest secret. “I’ve been wanting you since you first came to me.”
She reached up cupping his face in her hands. “I put a spell on you. I wanted
your passion and your fire. Your love and your desire. All for me.”  
  
She kissed his lips her hands undoing his pants. Richard couldn’t believe this
was happening. He never dared to dream that Narcissa could ever want him.
Would ever agree to be his wife.  
  
Narcissa’s warm little hands delved inside Richard’s pants wrapping around his
hard cock. “Take me.”  
  
He’d never wanted anything more in his life. Not even when he was younger
making his fortune had he ever wanted anything like this.  
  
Richard pulled Narcissa’s ruined dress down her body kissing her wildly.
Narcissa’s warm hands ran over the angles and planes of his body divesting him
of his clothes.  
  
“You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.” Richard breathed staring into Narcissa’s
eyes losing himself in the dark depths.  
  
Narcissa ran her hands up and down his back to finally cup his ass, spreading
her thighs as she urged him on.  
  
He entered her in one smooth stroke both loving and hating the tears that came
into her dark eyes. She was so hot and tight Richard exulted in the knowledge
that he was her first and he would be damn sure he was her only. He entered
her slowly, carefully; trying to erase the memory of their first time yet he
only succeeded in driving Narcissa wild.  
  
Narcissa reached up touching his face, tracing one arched brow. “Don’t you
love me anymore?” She whispered.  
  
Richard immediately stilled above her. “You know I love you. From the instant
our eyes met.”  
  
“Then fuck me, Richard. Make me yours.”  
  
Richard was dumbfounded but only for a moment before he laughed softly. His
hand dove between them cupping her tender cunt before sliding up to fondle her
tiny clit. Narcissa yelped at the strange touch but still Richard touched her
always varying his attack on her until Narcissa’s body stiffened below his her
cunt clamping down on his cock as she came.  
  
She looked up at him her eyes full of passionate fire. “Don’t stop.” She ran
her hands down his back to his ass urging him to go deeper inside her.  
  
Richard answered her demand with smooth, hard strokes driving Narcissa insane.  
  
This was the reason she had never left, why she didn’t scream their first
time.  
  
Inside, she had always wanted this.  
  
Richard fucked her hard feeling Narcissa cum over and over her sweet tender
cunt gripping his cock for dear life as he came.  
  
He lay on top of Narcissa their hearts beating furiously. Narcissa closed her
eyes wrapping her arms about Richard savoring the strong pulses still sweeping
through her cunt.  
  
“I can’t let you go.” Richard whispered after a moment of silence. When
Narcissa didn’t say anything he went on. “I need you. I want you to marry me,
live here with me. You have always been the only one that mattered there is
nothing that stands in our way.”  
  
He raised his head to look at Narcissa. She had her face turned to the side so
that he could see her lovely profile. With his eyes he traced the arching
black brow, her straight nose and curvy lips.  
  
“Yes.” She whispered turning to face Richard. “Yes.”




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