Vernons Curse (open for females)

Vernon's curse

This is a non-consent story and you really should only join if you accept and enjoy things like bondage, bdsm and heavy domination. The setting takes place in actual time, but there is a horror/occult element in it.
My character is a male in his 30ies, who had been cursed many decades ago after an sexual encounter with a witch. She had locked him up in a cellar room of an old, abandoned house, where he stays dreaming, unaging and unaware of the world. He only comes back to live when a woman gets in possession of the cursed key of his room. He is able to leave the room and goes to find the key and the woman who owns it, and he will take her as soon as he found her. He might stalk her if she carries the key along, or intrude her home, if she keeps it there.
My character, called Vernon, has the appearance of a tall, athletic man with dark hair, grey eyes and a handsome face. He has some special abilities he uses to find his prey.
The key is a large beautiful victorian key that is on display in a antiques shop at the moment. His victim will be the first woman who buys or steals it, and as soon as she will sell, loose or give away the key the spell will be broken and Vernon will return to his locked chamber and dream until the key finds a new female owner.

For the rules:
1. No god-modding. Don't tell me in advance what I am going to do or what I feel or say.
2. Anyone can join as long as the key has no current owner. If you want to leave the thread for any reason, just throw the key away, sell it, loose it, etc. You can do this any time you like, but please don't just stop posting without telling you are going to leave.
3. Please only female characters in the age between 21 or 49.
4. You can be punky or conservative, plain or beautiful, skinny or chubby, black or white, but please no blondes. I don't want to discriminate anyone, but blondes just don't appeal to me.
5. I loved detailed descriptions about your looks, your style, clothing, objects in your room, etc. Please tell me your stats, your seize, the way you do your hair, the clothes you wear, etc. As a little help: just think of the weather conditions if choosing clothes. I think the story starts in the beginning of autum. You can choose if it is rainy, warm, etc.


For the beginning:
The key is displayed among other items in the dusty window of a small antiques shop, waiting for a new owner.

Vernon

Age: 34 (in appearance, in fact much older)
Hair: Dark and wavy
Eyes: Grey
Skin: Fair
Height: 6'3
Bodytype: Athletic.

Vernon awoke out of his dark, violent dreams, tornamented by unfullfilled desires. It was completely dark in the old dusty room, but he could see well enough. The room wasn't very big, and the wallpaper had come of decades before. He knew every item in the room, the old, faded photographes in the black frames, the rusty victorian bed, the large mahagony dressing table with the dusty timepiece, that had stopped ticking decades ago. He was awake, and there was only one reason for it. The key? Where had it been this time? And who had found it? He somehow felt sorry for the person who had achieved it, as much as he felt sorrow for him self. But there was already that burning desire in him, the arousement and excitement he could not help. He soon would find out.

Crystal Walsh

Age: 22
Hair: Long brown hair that she wears straight.
Eyes: Hazel
Skin: Light Tan
Hight: 5'9"
Weight: 188lbs.
Body: Hour glass figure. 36dd bust
Clothes: Blue jeans, purple thong. Tshirt, Purple bra. Light Jacket.

Crystal entered the quite antique store and looked around. She wasnt much of a collector but now and then she liked to look at the old antiques. She browsed the racks for a few minutes before she came across an old key.

She wasnt sure why but something about the key drew her in. She picked it up and carried it to the front register.

"How much for this key?" She asked the elderly man that owned the store as she set it down on the counter.

"Its on sale for $75." He said to her quietly. Crystal thought about it for a moment before deciding.

"Ill take it." She said ash she took the money out of her purse and handed it to the man. "Thank you." She said as he took her money and handed her a recipt. The man wrapped up the key and put it in a bag and handed it to Crystal. She smiled at him and took the key and walked out of the store.

Vernon

Vernon sensed the key; it was still in the city. So this time it would not take week or even month to get to it... He stood up and walked to the door. It opened this time; it did always when the key found a new owner. He left the house and walked onto the street. Some years had passed, but not that much. The world hadn't changed that much, although he could see differences in the street. One of his abilities he gained was to change the appearance of his clothes. He still wore the dark, elegant suit he adopted last time. He studied the faces of the people passing by and their clothes. Obviously the fashion hadn't changed to much, at least for elegant clothes. Some young men he saw were dressed utterly ridiculous, but he didn't care for them. He kept walking, following the key he could sense. It was afternoon by now.

Crystal reached her house and headed up to the door. She unlocked her door and headed inside. She set her purse and keys down on the entry way table and carried her new key into the living room. She sat down on the couch and removed the kay from the bag. She looked at it for a bit as she thought.

"Now where should I put this up at?" She said to herself.

OOC: Interesting idea. I am watching this with great fascination and perhaps will create a character to take a turn with the key as well if this goes well. :*

Vernon

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Finally Vernon reached the house, close before dawn. He circled around it, listening carefully. Finally he approached the door. He could barely stand his sexual tension. Should he ring? No, that would have been stupid, and he had his special abilities. He put his hand on the lock, and heard a clicking sound as it opened. Very carefully and without any sound he opened the door and peeked in. Feeling unwatched, he sneaked in, closing the door behind him. Then he listened again.

(( Sorry I was logged in under my fiancees profile.)).

Crystal moaned loudly. Her right hand underneath her panties rubbing furiously at her clit. She had awaken a few min earlier extremely aroused. She arched her back as her orgasm began. She slipped two fingers into herself and slid them in and out quickly. She moaned again as she came down from her orgasm. She withdrew her fingers from her pussy and layed of the bed, satisfied.

"I haven't cum that hard in a while." She said to herself as she got out of bed. She started to undress so she could go take a shower and get ready for the day.

Vernon

Vernon moved into the flat. It wasn't that large, and it didn't look much different then places he had seen before. But he heard a sound that he could not mistaken. He knew what the woman in the next room was doing, and it hightened his arousement, and he felt his erection growing. Without a sound he moved towards the door of the bedroom. Once again, he opened the door silently and very carefully, just a little gape, and he peeked inside.

Vernon

Just as he saw a young woman with nice long brown hair and a phantastic body, he knew that it was over again. He tried to stare at here great bosom as the room and the imagine began to fade. He had experienced that before. Somebody has taken the key away, or she was dispossed of it in any other way, but it was gone. It became dark, and he realized that he was lying in his closed chamber again. He was falling asleep, wondering if any other woman would get hold of that key again.

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Madeline was in her element, browsing through the pretty clutter of victoriana in the quaint little shop. She didn't have a great deal to spend but today she needed the little lift of retail therapy. She ran lace covered fingers over forgotten diaries, sparkling jewellery and fusty dresses. The key she found quite by accident, while she was picking up a leather bound book.

It was bigger than her small hand, wrought intricately and dusted with rust and age. It looked like it must once have opened a very grand and ornate door. Madeline turned it over in her hands, liking the heft of it.

"An interesting piece." The querulous old women behind the cash register informed her, eyesight as sharp as it probably ever had been as she regarded her customer through half moon spectacles. "I actually found it in the cemetery while visiting my late sister. Reverend Carter said he had never seen it before."

Madeline nodded politely. The iron was warm in her hand now.

"How much?"

The old besom chuckled. "Oh well I've hung myself now haven't I, telling you I acquired it for nothing. Make me an offer dear."

After a couple of minutes of polite haggling the key was hers. Madeline declined a paper bag, preferring to carry it herself. She took it back to her small apartment, stopping by the cemetery to inhale the sleepy silence and wonder about the key's former owner. Once at home she cleaned it up a little and placed it on the dresser in her bedroom.

She forgot all about the key until she went to bed that night, having been out to a rock/metal bar with her friends. She was tipsy and drowsy as she kicked off her long black skirt and climbed beneath the covers. As she closed her eyes it was coincidence that the key was the last thing her gaze focused on. Madeline sank into a fitful dream where she was surrounded by locked doors with the same ornate iron lock and she could not find her key anywhere.

Vernon

Vernon awoke once more. He had no idea where the key was or why it had dissapeared the last time, just before the best moment. He might have been surprised that the key ended up in an antiques shop again, after it had travelled through several hands. And he had no idea how lucky he was that the key had just passed to another owner in the last minute again, before he might have had a bad surprise. He walked through the door, wandering through the empty city at night. He sensed the key, and he got closer and more excited. Finally he reached a house, and he knew he found the new home of the key. He put his hand on the lock of the door, and it opened - one of the few abilities he gained since his transformation. He walked up the stairs, and stopped before a door. He knew the key was in that flat, but he didn't knew whick room yet and if anybody was at home. So he was very careful and silent as he opened the door and moved in. Everything was dark, but he was able to see still - not as good as in daylight, but enough to move in the darkness without crashing into furniture or walls. Very carefully, he moved forward into the direction where he felt the key.

She turned over in her sleep, ruffling the covers and settling on her side. Such was the state of inebriation she had been in when she returned home that Madeline still wore her bra and thong. Her face was still made-up and her hair fanned the pillow with glossy dark curls. She was tiny, barely five feet tall, with small breasts and a slender frame.

If she heard anything it did not disturb her slumber. She hugged her pillow, nuzzling into it as though it was a boyfriend. It had been a while since she split with her ex and she missed the intimacy. Blankets and sheets covered her to the throat, such was the chill of the September night.

[Hi Forthinu, thanks for letting me play ]

Vernon
Vernon had moved through the few rooms of the little flat. There couldn't be many people living here, maybe just one. Finally he reached the bedroom and glided in, taking care not to wake the sleeping person. He could only see her face sticking out from the blankets, but her beauty struck him at onc. She was young, probably in her early twenties, pale and had nice, black hair. Her style of makeup was unusual, a little reminding of a look that was many decades ago, but he liked it at once. He was nearly trembling as he bowed down to hair. She was sound asleep, and looked very fragile. He moved his face close to hers, and run his hand over her hair carefully. He felt the strong urge to kiss her, but fought hard with himself. He didn't want to go into this again, but her beauty was just to tornementing.

Madeline smiled as he touched her hair, snuggling into her pillow with a blissful sigh. Her own hand came up, blindly reaching for his and settling upon it with a light touch. Moments later the life ebbed from her expression and she settled back into a deeper sleep, her breathing slowing.

Vernon

Vernons heart jumped as she reached out for his hand in her sleep. His hand locked into her hair, while he hold her hand and kissed her mouth. It was impossible for him to resist. He presssed his lips on hers in passion.

Madeline jolted awake, tried to gasp but lips were pressing against her own, a strange tongue forcing entry. Before she knew what was happening her tongue was moving against his lazily, her lips parting to ask him who the hell he thought he was but actually just allowing him to deepen the kiss. A huge fist closed over her hand, pinning her hand and head in place.

Belatedly Madeline started struggling, freeing her other hand from beneath her pillow to push him away. She twisted her head enough to scream.

"Get off me! Get away from me!"

The strange man towered over her bed. Madeline had no clue who he was. She fought as hard as she could to get away from him, kicking the covers off of her body and baring her pale skin to the moonlight.

Vernon

Vernon knew he went to far as the girl awoke, but it was to late now. His hand slided down from her hair and clasped her mouth, while he kept holding her hand in his fist. As she struggled, the blanket came down, and he saw how delicate and tiny she was, wearing just a bra and a thong. The sight of her and her touch gave him an erection right away, and he knew it was impossible to hide, as the curse on him came together with rather huge genitals. He tried to say something to calm her down and smooth her, but what could he say?

As her mind cleared Madeline began to realise how pointless her struggles were against this giant of a man. She fell reluctantly still, not wanting to exhaust herself in case a chance to get away presented itself.

"Please don't hurt me." She begged, shaking like a leaf. "Don't do this! Please leave me alone."

Vernon

But it was to late to Vernon to stop. He took his hand from her mouth, and buried it in her hair again, while he wildly kissed her cheek, and ran his other hand down her tiny body, running it over her breast, down to her hips, and over her butt. He laid beside her in the bed now, his hard-on breaking free. His hand moved up to her bra.

As soon as he laid down she was up on her feet, wrenching her hair out of his hand and yelping with the pain. Madeline raced out of her room and headed through the apartment towards the front door. One of her neighbours would help her.

"Somebody help me!" She screamed as she ran clumsily through the flat as fast as her short legs would take her.

Vernom

Stunned for a moment, Vernon raced after her. It took only a few moments to catch her. First he pushed his hand over her mouth, shutting her up, while he put hi arm around her. He dragged her back, wondering what to do. First he picked up a black piece of cloth that he found on a table, and gagged her with it. Then he looked around if he saw something to tie her up.

He tackled her from behind and brought her down onto her lounge carpet with a heavy thud. Madeline fought like a scalded cat as he forced material into her mouth. Her mascara slid down her face in rivulets as she gave way to tears, still trying to beg him for mercy through the wadded cloth. Still he was totally silent, which just unnerved her all the more.

In her lounge there was a small round table with three chairs, a large couch, a big stand with her TV and other stuff on it and a low coffee table. The coat and scarf she had worn the night before were hanging over the arm of the couch, with her purse beside them.

Vernon

Vernon was somehow in a fix what to do with her, so he pushed her facedown over the small table, then he picked up the scarf that was next. He pulled her arms down in front of her, tying her wrists together with the scarf, which he tied to the leg of the table. She could lift her head and still move her legs, but it was a start to stop her from alarming the neighbours. The table was low and had a small top, so that her knees touched the floor, but she was so small herself that her whole torso fitted on the table. He quickly looked into her purse while she was tied up, but with no intension to steal anything; money was no longer of interest for him. He was just curious if it would tell something about her. But he was to aroused to deal with that matter longer then a moment.

Vernon

Once more, he had a Dejavu, as the room faded and he returned to his home. The key had been taken once more.