Author's notes,
This was written for the
"Amorous Goods, Season 04" Author Challenge
which I can't find on the website and the
Literotica Halloween Story Contest 2024
. Everyone depicted is over 18, and obviously, this is a fictional story. I have published this work in the Erotic Horror category. There are also elements of violence, flogging, incest, anal penetration, bondage, revenge, and a whole lot of things like that. You know, erotic horror. If you are offended by this subject matter, please skip this work. I love comments because that is how I learn.
Be sure to vote. If you read it, I hope you enjoy the story.
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Prologue:
A lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining relative, a niece on her own career path. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate, liquidating the business, and collecting it. However, she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. These are the stories of some of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
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Fall is in full swing, and two star-crossed lovers, John and Amy, were out adventuring on the weekend. The weather was the usual rainy and cold of October.
John, an only child, was somewhat fearless. He had a wild upbringing with parents who were more interested in their wants and needs than his. It seemed the parental unit thought the Sun, Moon, and Stars all revolved around them, so John was left on his own to do as he wanted, which mostly meant getting into trouble. In such an environment, John saw things he shouldn't have seen, did some things he shouldn't have done, and learned things he shouldn't have learned, at least at his age. Once he had attained his majority of eighteen, his counselors wrote him off as incorrigible. Although he had avoided full-blown juvey, he was undoubtedly destined for full-blown prison.
Now, he wasn't a big strapping brute, but at his reasonable five feet ten inches and one hundred and eighty pounds, he was highly muscled, strong, and knew more dirty tricks in a fight than the entire male population of his high school knew. Several times, he had fought those much larger than himself or groups and, after using some much complained about dirty tricks, vanquished his foes, not caring about their complaints. It was, in fact, coming to Amy's aid some three months prior that they had met. A bully was harassing the girl, and being in the mood to hurt someone more than a desire to help the poor girl, John had thoroughly thrashed the bully, leaving him in a small pile on the street with a broken arm.
Amy was a mouse. She was brought up in a caring, loving household and was on the cusp of being too overshadowed by parental involvement and concern. The Sun, Moon, and Stars revolved around Amy in her parents' minds. Amy was naïve in the extreme, sheltered from all the less gentile parts of society. Once she had attained her majority of eighteen, her counselors, although she did well academically and never was in trouble, wrote her off as an incorrigibly shy waif who would never amount to anything.
Now, Amy wasn't a homely nerd. She was five feet three inches tall, beautiful, well figured with rounded hips and large breasts, and although shy, had an interest in the seamier sides of life. The browser history on her laptop was scrubbed often, and late at night, Amy would explore. She knew more about sex and kinks than most of her contemporaries but had never acted on them like some. Several times, she had allowed a boy to go farther than she should and lived with their complaints when Amy made them stop, but it was never as far as she wanted. Shy, she had been bullied many times by girls and boys. When a boy she had refused tried to force her, she was thrilled by John when he came to her rescue. Like most women, whether good or bad themselves, she was attracted to bad boys. So, Amy was John's antithesis.
John and Amy were now a couple of years past high school, and she was in her second year of Junior College. He was a gearhead and worked in his uncle's auto repair shop. They were out doing what John loved most. John loved to tool around town in his father's mid-life crisis, a new red Camero. Amy was along for the ride. She, too, loved the excitement of exploring, but only when knowing John was with her. Too timid to do it alone, she reveled in the excitement but lived in the security of his presence.
Completely lost, a condition John relished more than anything, they found themselves in an area they had never explored. The neighborhood wasn't seedy. It was just a neglected mix of industrial interspersed with residential. There were several abandoned houses in varying states of disrepair, several large open lots, and the odd dilapidated industrial shop or residence. As they rounded a bend in the road, it came into view.
"What is that, the Bates' Motel," John chuckled, referring to the house in
Psycho
, the 1960 film.
Indeed, it did look like the house in the posters, but rather than having a motel sign out front, it had a sign saying
Amorous Goods
.
"It looks like some kind of store," Amy said, wondering.
"Yeah, it looks like a dump to me," John mocked.
The word amorous is what caught Amy's eye. She knew what the word meant and had been dating this gorgeous hunk of a bad boy for three months. Of age now, she had snuck out and gotten herself a prescription for birth control pills and was fully protected from pregnancy anyway. She knew bad boys don't carry condoms, and she had been planning not so much the next step in their relationship, she knew that the relationship was doomed. Rather, she was planning the next step in the progression of her womanhood.
"Aww, let's stop, John, please. I need a costume for the Halloween party, and maybe they will have some antique oddity that will work," she said in her shy, timid Waif way.
"Fuck, OK," he whined, having passed the place necessitating his turning around.
Looking for a driveway he spotted one as they went around a couple of large curves in the road. Rather than use the driveway because there was no curb or ditch, he just drove onto the rain-slick lawn, hit the gas, spun the car, dug up the lawn, and sped back on the road, leaving an ugly gash mark in the once neat lawn.
It was exciting for him, and he laughed. It was equally thrilling for Amy. She felt the dampness begin down there, and she would have laughed, but she knew he expected her to whine, so Amy did.
"John, what if they call the police?" she whined.
"Did you see a car in the driveway? No," he said as she shook her head. "There ain't nobody home. Stop worrying," he said, pulling into the small parking lot of Amorous Goods, revving the engine several times to hear the loud glass packs, and shutting the machine down.
They entered the establishment. It was dusty, and things were piled seemingly haphazardly.
The clerk introduced himself as Dylan and explained how he and his co-owner Vikki had acquired the place. Her uncle had been a lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide. When he passed away, he left everything to his niece, his only living relative. She had her career and had no interest in maintaining the business. Vikki took on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the collection and business. Since liquidation can be tedious, time-consuming, and expensive, she had taken on Dylan as a working investor.
"Is there anything you are particularly looking for?" Dylan asked.
"Naw, we are just looking," John grumbled.
Amy was of a completely different persuasion.
"This place is remarkable. You have so many interesting things," Amy said, picking up a small statue of a half man half goat having sex with a goat.
"That is a copy of the famous Pompeii goat statue. The statue is of the God Pan...um...having sex with a goat and demonstrates the importance that the Roman culture put on sex," Dylan instructed. "And if that interests you, there is one of Pan teaching the man Daphnis. Legend says Pan taught Daphnis to play the Pan Flute and that they became lovers."
