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Curse of Love
by H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com)

***

According to legend, room 330 in Flynn Hall was cursed. 
There are many stories of how it became that way, and 
some of them have a grain of truth to them. Yet none of 
them are precise... not that there is any need for 
precision as far as the curse in concerned. In that 
room, no woman sleeps fitfully. (MF, succubus, fantasy)

***

Kedra looked at the door to her room with the glowing 
eyes of an eager freshman. She opened it for the first 
time and stood at the entrance, looking at her new home 
for the next three months. Having never lived anywhere 
but her home in Southern California, this was indeed a 
drastic change. The wind blew gently through the trees 
outside of the one window in her room. 

With a large sigh, she set about moving her stuff into 
the room. After she had set everything up and said good 
bye to her mother, father and younger brother, she spent 
the rest of the day getting acquainted with the other 
women on her floor. Eventually, she happened upon her 
resident assistant Jackie.

"Hello. My name is Kedra. I think I live on your floor."

"Yes. I was about to see how you were doing. My name is 
Jackie Gordon. Just call me Jackie."

Kedra liked her. There was an ease to her manner that 
was natural. Her blonde hair was long and bore none of 
the tell-tale signs of unnatural coloring. In fact, 
Jackie didn't wear makeup. Her body looked as if it 
belonged to a model, and it too was naturally fit.

"I just wanted..."

"Not here. Meet me in my room in five minutes. I have a 
few things to get done, and I want to speak to you."

The urgent tone lay heavily in her words. There was even 
a touch of... fear. With a smile, Kedra agreed and 
returned to her floor, waiting patiently by the RA's 
door. True to her word, Jackie arrived five minutes 
later. Kedra noticed the serious look on her face and 
hoped that she had not forgotten to sign something.

The inside of Jackie's room was very practical. Nothing 
was out of place, and the general feeling of the room 
mirrored its occupant's own natural ease.

"You're living in Room 330."

"Yes. Is there some problem?"

"Not yet, but there will be tonight. Do you believe in 
curses?"

"Uh... not really."

"Well you will by the morning. That room is cursed."

Kedra watched Jackie take a seat. It was the first 
unnatural thing she had seen from her RA. The motion was 
filled with sadness and pain. When she locked eyes with 
her, she did not notice the clear blue... only the 
voidless black pupils. They waltzed to some unheard dark 
symphony clawed on bone instruments played by undead 
hands, and this vision gripped her throat. Even if she 
didn't not believe in curses, Jackie did. At least she 
believed this one.

"What kind of curse?"

"It's called the never ending orgasm. The tale goes 
something like this...

"Four years ago, someone living in that room was dating 
this guy. He was not all that good looking, but he was a 
gentleman. More so than most of the guys you'll meet at 
the bars and frat parties. Anyway... he loved her. 
Everyone who knew them could tell that he existed only 
for her. They could also tell that she did not return 
his love.

"Now... no one really knows what happened that night, 
and you'll probably hear no less than twelve different 
versions. But whatever happened, they broke up and he 
killed himself. That's when the curse took hold. She was 
its first victim.

"I don't know how else to explain it other than to say 
that she simply had one massive orgasm after another. It 
drained her. She looked like walking death. Couldn't 
even walk unless someone helped her. And it always 
happened whenever she slept in that room."

"Too weird," whispered Kedra.

"It doesn't stop there. Every woman who has lived there 
since, has had to deal with the never ending orgasm."

"What happened to the girl living there when it 
started?" Kedra asked after a long pause.

"No one really knows. Most people ask if he's 
responsible... or what happened to him. Now I know you 
don't believe in curses, but please... don't ever sleep 
in your room. No matter what."

Kedra spent close to an hour talking to her RA before 
finally leaving the room. She could feel the concern 
from Jackie's eyes as she walked into her room. As 
fanciful as the tale had seemed, Jackie did not seem 
like a woman easily spooked by rumors of a curse. She 
set up her computer, organized her things, and made her 
new home as much a part of her as possible before 
exhaustion finally claimed her.

She closed the blinds on her window and removed her 
clothing. She took stock of her body, marveling at the 
changes. Where once stood only a flat mahogany board 
there were two firm breasts, each topped with an ebony 
nipple. Her stomach was trim, rippling with the power 
she had gleaned from spending hours in the gym back home 
over the summer. Her legs belonged on a track star. She 
was proud of the vision before her. Accustomed to her 
privacy, she slept in the nude. That's when the dreams 
began.

Unlike many dreams, this one was frighteningly clear. 
She was floating in a cloud of nothing. She could feel 
its touch against her rich chocolate skin, pulling 
arousal from within her. She let the sensation take her, 
basking in the warmth of her body's heightened state of 
pleasure. 

Slowly, almost as if the cloud wanted to watch and 
detail the process, she felt herself coming closer and 
closer to orgasm. Having brought herself to this 
pinnacle many nights, she knew the signs. Yet there was 
something... sinister... about this time. She was not 
being violated... she was violating herself.

The first orgasm was but a crumb of bread. As her body 
thumped with pleasure, the pleasure increased. She was 
riding another orgasmic crest even as the one before it 
dies. Her nipples ached to be pulled... and the cloud 
obliged. She yearned to know the feel of male flesh 
filling her, and again it obliged. With each demand her 
body made, the cloud met it, fulfilling the request 
totally.

Kedra knew something was wrong, She was cumming again 
and again and again, each one stronger and more pleasing 
than the last. What was worse was the cry from her own 
body. As she craved a bigger, thicker manhood, she was 
greeted by the sensation of the cloud's nothing filling 
her with more and more. 

When her clit begged for mercy, the cloud offered 
nothing but more pleasure, pulling and sucking in that 
nubbin of lust with an eagerness that bordered on the 
insane. Her asshole whined about being left out, and the 
cloud seemed to lick it, eventually sliding into her 
forbidden hole and twisting her body with even more 
pleasure.

She could not take it. The pleasure was too much, 
becoming pain. And still her body demanded more. The 
nothing licking her rear became the hardness of manhood, 
and filled her rear as her mound of Venus drooled, made 
foolish by the consistent pounding of the cloud within 
it. Her mouth flung itself open to cry out... only to be 
filled with the cloud. And she sucked on it as would a 
hungry babe. 

Her nostrils were filled with the musky funk of an 
aroused male. He hands reached for a man's shoulders, 
and found something. And through it all, orgasm after 
orgasm after orgasm. The thing she sucked on left her 
mouth for one second. Sweet fresh air filled her lungs 
and she tried to cry out for help... mercy... anything. 
What left her lips surprised her.

"Please... love me."

***

Morning greeted her with a softness, yet her body was 
spent. Dried sweat clung to her body, coating her with 
the efforts of her dream... which she remembered in 
full. Not one detail was lost to the haze of gray that 
accompanies waking up. She spent close to two hours in 
bed, slowly gathering the strength to move. When she 
did, it was in response to the haunting deepness of a 
male voice.

"Who are you." It was not a question.

"Kedra Williams. I'm Kedra..."

"Where is she." Again... not a question.

"Wha... Who? I don't know."

"Find her."

Silence. 

Kedra closed her eyes, and felt the room. Gone was the 
Southern Virginian comfort. In its place was an 
unearthly nothing. The room was barren. It was not cold 
nor warm. It was... nothing.

Kedra rose and took a moment to force her body to react 
as normal as possible. After dressing, selecting clothes 
that were all too warm for the weather, she opened the 
door to her room... and saw Jackie. Her RA was standing 
across from her door, fear plastered over her face. 
Kedra tried to mask her body's blatant exhaustion.

"Now do you believe?" There was no malice in her words.

***

The day was spent learning as much about the curse as 
possible. Jackie had been right; Kedra now knew seven 
different versions of what happened in the room, and not 
one of them felt right. The one thing common to all was 
he. No one knew his name... and they all blamed him. 
Some said he was heartbroken when she told him that 
their relationship was not what she wanted or needed. 

Others thought he had tried to rape her, and had not 
reached his own orgasm even though she had known 
pleasure several times over. Yet no matter what she 
heard, none of it rang true to her ears. There was 
always something not right in their words. Not a lie... 
just a lack of the truth.

Kedra was walking through downtown when she passed a 
tobacco store... and stopped. She could smell the 
powerful odor of cigar smoke, and it tickled her memory 
of the dream... and Jackie's room. Curious, she walked 
into the store. Behind the counter stood a man whose 
features were obviously of Mediterranean descent. He 
smiled warmly and asked her if there was something he 
could help her with.

"No. I don't smoke. Actually... I'm here because I 
smelled something familiar."

"Well... we have the best selection of tobacco in the 
area. Does anyone in your family smoke?"

She was about to answer when the scent from his cigar 
hit her. It was pure, rich with the faint traces of... 
him. She remembered.

"What brand is that?" she asked, pointing to his cigar.

"That's a Padron."

"I've smelled that before... in a dream."

She watched as his face became hard. It was not a 
transition as such, it simply became hard. He knew 
something.

"You live in Flynn Hall. Room 330." 

She was not shocked at his apparent knowledge.

"What do you know about him?"

"I know who he is. I know his name. And I know he loved 
his cigars. Padron was one of his favorites. Every time 
he got paid he would come in and buy three. Always 
three. Tell me... do you love someone?"

"Why do you ask?"

"He loved someone. I remember the last time I saw his 
face. I knew then what he had planned, and knew that no 
amount of comfort could ease his pain. He bought a 
Padron that day. Sat in that chair and smoked it. I 
remember thinking how the smoke floated around his body, 
soothing him almost."

"How can I break the curse? Do you know where the woman 
he dated is?"

"I don't know and no. But try offering him a Padron. It 
can't hurt."

She bought a cigar, having him chose the best one from 
his supply. Something gnawed at her as the vision of 
Jackie's room played across her mind.

"Thank you, sir."

"Maybe this will help. It's something he told me as he 
was leaving. 'Love is forever.' I don't know what he 
meant by it. Too bad. He was one of the good guys."

"I know," Kedra whispered as she left. Her body 
remembered the dream... and one piece of the puzzle came 
crashing into place: He only did what she asked him to. 
She was all that mattered.

***

"Jackie... can I see you in your room?"

"Sure thing. Give me a moment," the blonde spoke. Kedra 
walked to Jackie's door and waited. She could feel the 
excitement in the air as other women moved into their 
rooms. She could also feel the eyes of those who knew 
the curse. It was as if they knew she was the new 
occupant.... and pitied her. She heard Jackie's soft 
foot falls and waited the precious seconds it took her 
to open her door and enter.

Kedra entered and took close notice of every item within 
the room. Her eyes fell immediately upon the desk. It 
was the only thing on the top shelf: a cigar ashtray.

"You know his name, don't you." She watched as Jackie 
whirled around to face her, total disbelief burned 
brightly on her natural features.

"What makes..." Kedra showed her the cigar she had just 
purchased. The solitary tear that crept slowly down the 
blonde's cheek answered her.

"What really happened?"

"I lost the only man who ever really cared about me. I 
lost him because all I wanted was a hard dick.." Kedra 
watched the pain grow into anger... and waited for the 
confession.

"I hated him. He loved me and I hated him. All he wanted 
was my happiness, and I hated him. I fucked around on 
him the entire time we dated. Even slept with a close 
friend of his. I don't even remember her name. And yeah 
you heard right... HER. I was nothing more than a slut 
looking for her next sex fix.. And he loved me."

"Why come back?"

"Why" came the angry voice. "WHY! I didn't have a 
choice. Do you have any idea how much it hurt me to know 
that I could have know love if only I could have 
controlled my twat? All I had to do was allow him to 
love me... and I crushed him!!"

"So you decided to return and live close by, hoping he 
would find you. How stupid are you going to be?! He 
won't rest until he gets hold of you. And you won't 
sleep until you know love at his hands?"

"I thought you didn't believe in curses."

"I don't. But I believe in love." Speaking the words 
brought back the face of Kahreem. She had broken off 
their two year relationship in order to go to college 
with a clear slate. She knew it would hurt, but she also 
knew that it was unfair to him to have a cross country 
relationship. She never looked back on her decision... 
until now. She remembered the night he had take her 
virginity... with love. She could see his face as he 
spoke truly those three words: I Love You. And she knew 
the source of the curse.

"Here. You know how to end the curse. Let yourself love 
him. Let him love you. Otherwise, I'm not going to get 
any sleep this semester. And I'll make sure you don't 
either." Kedra tossed the cigar to Jackie and left, 
never taking the time to see if she caught it. She had 
other things to do... like renewing the love that she 
denied herself. As night came, bringing sleep within its 
arms, Kedra decided to sleep downstairs in the lounge. 
She knew her room would be otherwise occupied.

The pungent stench of cigar smoke filled room 330. The 
tendrils from the burning cigar drifted upwards, coating 
the roof of the room with a gray cloud of memories. And 
beneath them, Jackie waited for sleep to claim her. She 
briefly wondered if her crime would deny her even sleep 
within the room she had once slept in.

It had cost her much to get the changes done to her 
body. A new face... new breasts and thighs. Yet some 
things never changed. She still refused to wear makeup. 
She had spent hours perfecting a new walk. All to fool 
something that refused to be fooled. As the cigar burned 
down to the barest nub, sleep finally granted her 
release from the day's stresses. And she dreamed.

"I knew you would come. I knew you were here."

"Why do you still love me? I have caused you so much 
pain. Please... I must know."

"I love you. That is enough... Lori."

The sound of her given name tore at her soul as it left 
his lips.. He loved her... even though he was trapped 
within the limbo of nothing she had forged by her 
heartless treatment. He wanted nothing but the best for 
her... even after death. And all she had to offer as an 
apology was a simple thickness of tobacco. She could not 
even offer her body to please him. It was soiled beyond 
all hope. And there was no denying the cause of the 
taint: lust.

All she longed for was the thundering satisfaction of 
her own orgasm. It mattered not the source. Cock or 
cunt... it didn't matter. She had fucked her fair share 
of both. All for the chance to know the bliss of orgasm. 
She had fed on the varying taste of male and female cum 
for so long... without caring why her partner was 
between her thighs. All that mattered was her own 
pleasure.

And all he cared about was her pleasure... and she had 
killed him. If she had asked him... he would have slid 
his tongue into her rear entrance. Yet she had to find 
some nameless cretin to do it. Had she but thought it, 
he would have searched the entire galaxy in order to 
find a woman whose sweet nectar would slide down her 
parched throat. Yet she had to sneak around to get it. 
And he would have done so... because he loved her. 
Always her. Only her.

"Please... love me," she heard herself whisper. Each 
letter held truth... and knowledge. She would die 
tonight... within his arms. Arms that she should have 
lived in... known comfort in.... experienced the joys 
and sorrows of life in. Arms that were now buried under 
six feet of life giving earth that had deemed it 
necessary to spawn him.

"Why should I? You would only spurn me again. You would 
gain pleasure from me... even though I know hold this 
formlessness as a body! Why?"

The anger in his voice shook her soul. She knew he would 
not accept her spoiled body, yet... He was always kind. 
Even when she laughed in his face as he turned away from 
her, head hung low in defeat. He was always kind. He had 
never mouthed one evil word about her, although she felt 
she deserved it... and several more. After his death... 
and renewal... she had left Virginia for the looser 
confines of California. She had known orgasm by 
countless tongues sliding over her erect clit. She could 
not remember their faces... but she did remember his.

And it was always the same: as she rode the crashing 
waves of her own orgasm, he was there. His face never 
changed; the same caring brown eyes looked forward. The 
beard that framed his face still smelled of him... and 
his favorite cigar. Never was there a look of pain. No 
anger. Only his love for her. She cried.

"Tell me. What is my name," his voice echoed from 
everywhere and nowhere.

"I-I... remember. I remember. But I cannot...."

"Do you know why? Tell me!"

"Because I am not worthy of Love!" she blurted. This 
truth finished the job the sound of her true name begun. 
Jackie was no more... only Lori remained. And she was 
not worthy of Love. Even if he had wanted to give her 
his love, there was no way she could accept it. She 
would live... without Love: a member of the living dead.

"Before, I gave you what you needed. Now... I deny that 
which you need. How does it feel, Lori?"

"Please... forgive me. I..." Pain ripped the air from 
her lungs as her nipples were pierced by thousands of 
nothing needles.

"I gave you all that I had! I had nothing! I died 
knowing I would burn in Hell for my actions. I died 
because I had nothing left! And you... what did you do?"

"I remembered you," she gasped through the pain. A new 
wave joined it as her clit burned. Not with lust or 
love... just burned.

"You lie! I can smell the lies on your breath! You 
cannot lie to me, Lori; I know the truth! I know you!"

Pain. All he gave her was pain. There was no love in the 
rough caresses the nothing offered her skin. Desperate, 
she gripped her breasts... and jerked violently. She had 
no choice but to show him her heart.

The pain stopped as quickly as it had begun. She was 
free of the trappings of flesh, and stood before him 
bare of all of her sins. Jackie/Lori could not look upon 
him.

"I love you. I loved you when I pushed you away. I cried 
at night the day you died. When you took me that night, 
I cried. I knew what I had done... and I ran.

"I tried to forget, but I could not. Please... for 
Kedra. Don't hate me forever. I know you love me..." As 
she was about to speak his name, a bright flash blinded 
her.

"Why, Lori? Why did you push me away?" His voice was 
tender now.

"I don't know. You offered me more than I had a right to 
ask for. Can't you see? I was not ready!"

"I would have waited."

So simple. The answer had been before her clouded vision 
all along. She wept anew, ashamed at the blindness of 
her youth. She had lost the comforting knowledge that he 
truly loved her. She had sacrificed true pleasure for 
the dregs of satisfaction she gained by her many 
adventures with varied partners... none of whom she 
could remember.

Now... there was only peace. She kissed his lips, losing 
herself in the essence of Love. She never doubted that 
he would kiss her back. She knew that they were mean to 
be together. Sex would only be the consummation of that 
which she knew she would own for eternity.

"I will always be with you, Lori. No matter the pain... 
I will be with you."

"I won't leave you again. I need you." She wanted to 
speak his name, but something chuckled softly within 
her. There was no need for names for them.

Her hands slid over the shoulders that she had known in 
life, and found nothing new, save the truth of Love. 
Soft, gentle flesh was placed carefully over muscles 
powered by his love for her. She surrendered herself to 
knowing true love from another. She felt his manhood... 
not cock... beat with his life's essence between her 
thighs. And she was pleased.

Memories of past loves vanished from her mind, banished 
by the purity of his love. HER love. Their Love. She let 
her hands glide over his chest, losing themselves in the 
sublime feeling of his flesh. When he moved his head 
away, she looked into his eyes, unafraid of the truth.

He loved her. He wanted her. And she wanted him. There 
was no further need for cumbersome words; she knew what 
he wanted... felt what he needed. She placed his hands 
over her breasts, longing to feel his touch once again. 
She had denied herself his touch once before. Not again. 
NEVER again. As his fingers caressed the supple flesh, 
Lori/Jackie smiled. It was more than she remembered. His 
touch then was gentle... kind... loving. Now it was 
these and more. Much more. She felt her center drool 
with anticipation, craving the attention her breasts 
were given. It was easy to wait out its demands, for 
soon she would know an eternity of pleasure... with him.

She remembered what he liked most, and lowered herself 
until her back was supported by nothing but feelings and 
emotions she had long thought dead. She watched as he 
knelt between her thighs and kissed his way ever 
upwards. She waited patiently, wanting to give him all 
and more of the love he so freely gave her. That same 
love which she spurned for the illusion of satisfaction. 
When she felt his tongue slowly wrap itself around her 
budding nubbin, Lori screamed.

This was more than she had a right to know of true Love, 
and she was more than grateful for his love. Lori arched 
her back, thrusting herself into his waiting maw. His 
tongue traveled into her cavern of pleasure and lapped 
gently at the downpour. Her legs shook as her orgasm 
thundered through her body, destroying all which was 
before. Gone were the hours under some surgeon's knife. 
The plastic which served as flesh evaporated into 
nothingness as he pulled one... two... three orgasm from 
her.

Then his face was gone. She did not need to see where he 
had gone, the familiar touch of his chest on her thighs 
told her all. She kissed his lips as his head slithered 
between and over her heaving breasts. Her own flavor was 
intoxicating. It was the newness of morning, untainted 
by the lingering hints of other lovers. Then he rolled 
off of her body.

How could he love her this much? He wanted her to ride 
him. He wanted her to have full control over their 
pleasure. Lori slid her body over his, trembling as the 
last orgasm let its presence be know. She did not fear 
it, nor its mount, Death. She had tasted of the 
bitterness of her life, and found it unsatisfactory. All 
she wanted was beneath her. And he waited for her... as 
he would have if she had but known the truth.

There would be time enough to think on her mistakes. 
Eternity. She gripped his manhood, remembering its 
strength. Bigger had been where he would soon know 
pleasure. Bigger... but none better. She impaled herself 
quickly, denying him no longer. His thickness touched 
every surface of her center, and melded with her soul.

She paused, thanking him for waiting for her. She prayed 
that the others whom he had taken would forgive her for 
her crime. He wanted only her, and punished those out of 
anger. Had she but known Love then for what it was. Had 
she not feared its strength... Lori lifted herself 
slowly, pulling away from his manhood. Tears flowed down 
her cheeks as she fell. This was the wonder she had 
denied herself for four long years. Now it would be 
hers... forever hers. She saw his hands inch their way 
towards her breasts, yet never ceased her journey to 
meet her last orgasm Their arrival sped her travels as 
would a swift wind filling the sails of a schooner.

There was but one thing wrong: she had denied him one 
pleasure. Pulling free, she rose fully to her feet, 
turned around and offered that which had been taken by 
many others. Her head hung low, passively asking for 
this... her final denial fulfilled. The gentle pressure 
at her rear entrance slowly drew a long held sigh of 
pleasure from her lips. He filled her slowly, caressing 
the flesh guarding that darkest of gateways. When his 
flesh met hers... hips to rear... he waited for her. She 
lifted her head and saw the end.

It was magnificent. Night black armor adorned the 
powerful form of a warrior astride an equally dark mount 
of exceptional breeding. At his side was a sword, buried 
within a scabbard adorned with one single gemstone: an 
onyx. Lori watched him as he watched them, waiting. She 
pulled away, her arms shaking as it felt Love manifest 
one of its thousand guises. Inhaling the purity, she 
pushed backwards, knowing he would meet her. He did, and 
Lori cried out. Nothing had ever been so... good. He was 
making love to her. He was her and she was he. They 
would be together. Always.

When three fingers slid across her essence, she pounded 
harder, her eyes never leaving the warrior and his 
mount. Closer they came, moving with silence borne out 
of respect for the two lovers that were before his 
steady gaze. She reached back with one hand and gripped 
the sack of flesh which had, in life, held the seed of 
life which should have been hers to bear. She caressed 
it, urging him to join her.

So close. The end was so close she could smell their 
sweat as it danced with the scent of the warrior's 
mount. Death. It did not stink of rotting souls. She 
felt his chest fall upon her back as he increased his 
thrusts into her rear. The hot breath from his nostrils 
scorched a path along her neck. She did not care. All 
that mattered to her was his pleasure.

"I will always love you, Lori," he grunted as he found 
release within her rear.

"I... will... love... you forever..."

She tried to call his name. She could not; the end had 
come. It had not been worth the pain to push him away. 
Her body burned with Love and truth as she experienced 
orgasm form true Love. They collapsed, spent... for now. 
She knew she was on her side, but did not care. She was 
his to love forever. He was hers... had been hers... 
would always be hers... until the end of all things. She 
closed her eyes and listened to his breathing. She 
touched his thigh gently, assuring him... and herself... 
that this would always be.

Downstairs, Kedra slept fitfully. And she dreamed. She 
saw nothing... save a lone cloud lit by sporadic bolts 
of passionate lightning. She smiled and cried. A life 
was lost, and a heart free of the chains it had forged 
to keep it safe from harm.

***

"Well. Now I can say that I have seen it all."

"Are you sure it was suicide? NO one kills themselves 
like... this."

"What would you like? Some sick bastard with a likin' 
for blood soaked sex partners? We'd have the FBI all 
over this campus. The college would have our asses for 
dinner with a side order of fries! And we can't blame it 
on the curse."

"Yeah. That would go over even better."

"Besides... no signs of forced entry. No other damage to 
the room. Christ on a crutch... her blood didn't even 
soak into the sheets or the mattress!"

"Any word from her family?"

"Won't be any. According to her records, both mom and 
dad are dead. No living relatives. And before you get 
that damned look in your eyes, we ain't gonna go lookin' 
no deeper."

"Where do we send the body?"

"We bury her. Beside him. She left a will, specifically 
requesting to be buried beside him."

Silence.

"So you believe..."

"What I believe don't matter. It's a suicide. Plain and 
simple. Now let's get the story down before we have to 
answer too many questions with no answers."

Silence.

"This thing ain't over yet... is it."

"Not by a long shot. Hope you've got an iron stomach; 
this is gonna be an evil semester."

"What I wouldn't give for a simple drunk and disorderly 
right now."

The police report was a true masterpiece. Not even the 
great science fiction writers could have gathered 
together such lies and half truths and set them to ink-
on-paper Kedra never bothered to get their account. The 
clear, pure air within her room told her the tale. It 
told her the truth.

She slept fitfully now, the only orgasms which 
accompanied her to her dreams being those of her own 
fingers or David. Or both. She never told him of the one 
dream, nor did she speak about Jackie.

But others knew.

"It's over then?"

"As I told you. The first to fall will be the last to 
rise."

"That only leaves two others. Are you sure they will be 
gone before the review board gets here?"

"That I cannot say, for you know their mannerism better 
than I. But I know that the others will fall... and 
others shall be destroyed. You were lucky; Kedra was 
strong... and pure of heart. The others... will not be 
so fortunate."

"So. What are we to do? I don't want the college..."

"Spare me your money talk, Mr. President. I have heard 
it before, and am still unimpressed. Yet I can tell you 
one thing more: you brought about these curses."

"ME?! How dare you..."

"You helped destroy a man, and he will repay you for 
your deeds. You will know the loss of many of your 
priceless trinkets."

He watched the old woman walk out of his office, trying 
to maintain his professional demeanor. The back of his 
mind prickled with a name... as he tried to grab hold of 
it, it was not there.

He needed to relax, and had just the struggling coed in 
mind. She was a cute blonde, with large tits. He smiled 
as he prepared to contact her.

The chuckle escaped his notice... as did the faint foul 
funk of death.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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