Vernons Curse (open for females)

Lisa watched him pull somethings out of the drawer, but couldn't see what it was.

As he turned and walked back towards her, she tried to push herself back into the sofa and away from him.
 
He dropped the things before the couchtable, and came towards her couch and pulled her on her feed by her tied wrists, then he shoved her in an almost friendly way towards the low couchtable and placed her down on it, laying her on her belly, resting her on her knees, while he pulled her hands over her head, to the other end of the table. There he cuffed her hands on a leg of the table, and then removed the string that had tied her before. While she was down, he put the spiked collar round her neck.
 
Lisa wondered what he was going to do when he pulled her up.

Obedient now, she let him handcuff her to the table. The glass felt cold against her breasts. She hoped the glass wouldn't break, beacuse if it did then it would leave her just attached to the metal frame.

Lisa could feel his cold hands as he put the collar around her neck and couldn't suppress a shiver at his touch.
 
Vernon picked up one of the dildos and shoved it into her mouth - as she was collecting this things, he expected her to use them. Maybe that was the reason she submitted so fast, and that was the kind of sex she was really convicted of. Then he picked up the cat o nine tails and started whipping her butt.
 
Lisa yelped in pain when the lashes hit her and unable to hold the dildo it dropped out of her mouth. She'd never been whipped before as the whip had been part of a fancy dress outfit, but she had a friend who was into BDSM and had told her that pain made the pleasure even more sweeter.

With each hit her hips bucked against the table.

She nearly begged him to stop, but instead she continued to endure it keeping her protests to herself and feeling her butt stinging more and more.
 
While he kept lashing her, he picked up the police truncheon and inserted it into her pussy, and shoved it in deep into her, pulling back, and starting to fuck her with it. As she kept this things, he expected that was nothing new to her.
 
Lisa could feel the truncheon enter her and sliding in and out. She knew it was arousing her the juices of her pussy making it wet. She could feel it going deep in her couldn't stop the soft moan of pleasure.

The more he fucked her with the truncheon the louder and closer together her moans became.
 
Vernon stooped lashing her, but kept fucking her with the truncheon, enjoying her sounds of pleasure. So he had found the right was to please her. He moved around to her, already growing again, moving the tip of his growing and hardening prick towards her lips, while he did not stop to work her with the truncheon buried deep in her, driving in and out.
 
Lisa found his cock being pushed into her mouth and wondered a little at it's coldness, but didn't worry about it for long as she
opened her mouth so that she could suck it.

The feeling of being fucked in two holes sent her senses wild as she found herself licking and sucking his cock and feeling the truncheon in her throbbing pussy.

She could feel her self starting to come as her body rocked against the table.
 
As soon as her soft lips touched his cock, it went back to full size and hardness, not being much smaller then the truncheon he kept pounding into her. He gasped and moaned himself now, feeling very happy. She acted diferent like the last ones who had owned the key.
 
Lisa could feel his cock in her mouth and gasped at how big and hard it was.

Lisa could hear the man moaning, the first sound he'd made since invading her house and found that she wanted to please him more, sucking harder and more insistent as her body rocked with the truncheon.

Her moans became whimpers of ecstasy as her orgasm shook her.
 
Vernon felt happy for a moment, a feeling he had lost decades ago. He circled and pushed the truncheon into her, determinded to make her come, while he felt himself coming again- he felt the tension rising, just close to exploding again - the sexual endurance that was part of the curse didn't seem so bad this time.
 
Lisa couldn't help it, her voice screaming with pleasure, her body taunt as her orgasm reached it's peak and then it was over and she went limp, panting for breath as her body tried to recover from the intense experience.

"Thank you." she told him
 
Vernon was just coming as she did, and he pulled out a few seconds before her climax. He was completely dlighted and stunned as he heard her voice, saying "thank you", and his seemen squirted out in a huge load and sprayed all over her face.
After he had covered her face with his seed, he spoke his first words tonight. "You are wonderful."
 
Getting sprayed in the face took Lisa by surprise, but she found she didn't mind.


"You are wonderful."
Lisa smiled in response at the comment and also the sound of his voice.

"I didn't know sex could be so exciting, feel so good." she told him. Okay at certain points she'd been scared out of her skull, but once she'd accepted this man was going to do to her what he wanted, she'd found the sex with him was good. Also with the truncheon, it felt as though he wanted to make sure she enjoyed this too, whereas her previous lovers had been a quick grope of her and then expected her to do most of the work. This had been different and different was good, actually better than good, she thought to herself.
 
Vernon took off the handcuffs.
"I am sorry this happens always that way. It is because of the...because you have the..." he tried to tell her that it was the curse, and the key in her possession, but he could not, no matter how hard he would try. It was a part of the curse that he could not even say the words.
 
Lisa sat on the floor, not trusting herself to try and stand just yet and rubbed the feeling back into her wrists.

"It's okay." she tried to sooth him, her hand gently stroking down his cheek. "It wasn't all bad." she grinned at him, "actually I enjoyed some of it. it was different, i've never had sex like that before."

She didn't really want to ask, but her legs still felt like jelly.

"Would you mind helping me up? my face feels sticky and the bathroom up stairs is a good place to clean up."
 
Vernon took her gently by the arm, helping her up. It had been the first time that actually he spoke to someone after this many years.
"Certainly. I like to do all good after the things I have done."
 
"Certainly. I like to do all good after the things I have done."

Lisa was tempted to ask him about it, like how many women had he hurt and had none of them enjoyed it, but she knew there were somethings left unsaid.

"Want to come upstairs?" she asked him, thoughts of just laying in his arms.

Through the window she could see the sky was begining to lighten.
 
"Yes." he said. "I hope this time..." he could not say what he wanted to. Would she find out about the key ever? He would find it, in here, but he could not touch it or speak about it. If she would understand and unlock the door, the curse woulkd be gone, and he would be free; although freedom would probably mean death to him, fulling to dust after all this years. But if she would loose the key, he would have to wait for the next female owner...
He followed her upwards. He followed her upstairs, kknowing he would not be able to stay very long, the urge would get to great and he would have to walk back. But he would come again, if she would not loose the key in that time...
 
"I don't even know your name." she hoped that he would tell her.

She entered the bedroom and moving back the covers sat on the bed, patting it, to indicate he could sit next to her. or even lie next to her if he would prefer.
 
He sat down beside her, and put his arms around her.
"I am Vernon." he said. The sun was rising, and he knew he would have to go soon. Sunlight did not harm him, he was not a vampire. But the curse always brought him back after some time, after the arousement... another twist of the fiendish curse. But he could come back, as long as she had the key. He looked into the direction where it would be concealed, he could feel it.
"There is some evil I cannot fight, and it is not all in me, but something old...but I can't say more." In fact, he really could not. He had never gotten so far before, after all.
 
"Nice to meet you Vernon."

Lisa's hand cupped his face and leant forward and gave him a long slow kiss. She wanted to make sure that he would know that he was always welcome here and that she hoped he would return often.
 
Vernon kissed her back slow, long and passionately, and just hold her in his arms. Then he felt something like pulling; the old room, it dragged him. He let go of her and rised slowy, a painfull expression in his face.
"I have to go... I must..but I can come back, as long...it is..yours..." that was all he could say about the damend key, he could not describe it or point at it, he wasn't strong enough for that. He started to walk, like being pulled on a chain, while the sun had risen already.
 
Lisa watched him go and wondered what was going on? Why couldn't he talk about, whatever it was?

Lisa crossed to the window and watched his shadowy figure disappear. As she turned away from the window her eyes found the key. It was the only thing that had changed in the last few days and so it had to be the key. Picking it up she put it in her handbag for safe keeping then moved to the bathroom to get clean and sleep for the few hours she had before work.

She was so tired the next day that she accidentally left her handbag containing the key on the bus. Despite her desperate efforts and checking with lost property, she never got her handbag bag or the key.

That night when Vernon never visited she cried herself to sleep. The word sorry repeating over and over in her head.



The Key was Gone.
 
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