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 a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. 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.
The sound of the door chime made Vikki look up from the ledger that she had been diligently studying. Her cousin, Dylan, was back from running errands. "Hey, Dylan, anything interesting come in the mail?"
"Nothing much, other than a letter addressed to your uncle Louis."
"Uncle Louis? That's odd. What's it say?"
"Haven't read it yet; let's find out together."
"Mr. Samedi,
I am writing to you on behalf of a certain object that I believe you sold my Mother some years ago. She passed away last year, and the executor of her estate delivered a sealed letter to me. The letter was, I guess you'd say it was my Mother's confession. In it, she told me about the object, calling it cursed. She said that it had the power to enthrall women by inducing in them an uncontrollable lust. She said that she had accidentally used it on her best friend and her sister before realizing what it did. The confession was that she intentionally used it on a classmate after that. She said that she learned the full extent of the danger the object possessed after using it on a classmate on whom she had a crush. The lives of all
of her victims were ruined.
I am a reasonable woman and would normally have chalked the contents of the letter up to delusions of my Mother's deteriorating mental condition, but my aunt died in a mysterious car accident when she was a young woman. I did some digging and discovered that Mother's best friend has been in an asylum for decades, trapped in a fugue state. For the entirety of her hospitalization, she hasn't said a word other than moaning my Mother's name.
I discovered that the third victim was fatally shot during a home invasion. She was attempting to abduct my Mother.
I realize that this seems like madness born of terrible coincidences and would not have troubled you, except the object was not among my Mother's possessions and a few of the young women in our neighborhood are paying an unusual amount of attention to my daughter. I apologize for troubling you, sir, and humbly request your assistance in this matter. Please. I fear for my daughter's safety.
The object in question was described as a large, blood-red dildo. I trust that the embarrassment involved with such a disclosure will impress upon you the seriousness of the situation and hope that I can count on your discretion.
I eagerly await your response,
Caroline Blackthorn, Ph. D.
P.S. I may be reached at (555) 867-5309."
"Shit. Jane, does that sound familiar to you?"
"Yes, I acquired an object for Louis' collection that matches that description. Originally the property of a Parisian courtesan, I acquired it from a high-class escort who specialized in serving lesbian clientele. Obviously, that was before it was cursed."
Jane picked up the phone, an ancient rotary thing, and began the laborious process of dialing. We should have upgraded, at least gotten a cordless, but somehow the anachronistic device felt more fitting for the store..
"Hello, Dr. Blackthorn? Yes, this is Jane Marsh, a former associate of Louis Samedi. Unfortunately, Louis is no longer with us, but I believe my colleagues and I can help. No, doctor, ok, Caroline. No, Caroline, we don't think you're crazy. Louis was involved in the dark arts and sold a number of dangerous artifacts. One of which matches the description that you provided. What's your address? Ok, the earliest we can be there is Saturday. Yes, I realize that's almost a week away, unfortunately that's the soonest we can make it. Ok, we'll see you then. In the meantime, see if you can find the object and put it somewhere safe."
It was Tuesday, which meant that Jeri, Caroline's daughter, would likely be out with her friends until late. Caroline could search the rest of the house at any time, but this was her best, maybe only, chance to search Jeri's room. Heading toward Jeri's room, Caroline felt a growing sense of... dread? Was she really afraid of entering her baby girl's room? Yes, she had to admit that she was.
Opening the door, Caroline half expected to find sacrificed maidens and Satanic symbols. Instead, she found posters of boy bands and pictures of Jeri and her friends. Exactly as things were when she woke Jeri up this morning. Caroline had finished searching the closet and drawers and was looking under the bed when she heard Jeri's voice.
"Whatcha lookin' for, Mom?"
"Oh, hi honey. I seem to have lost an earring. Thought it may have fallen out in here."
"An earring, huh? Are you sure you weren't looking for... this?" Jeri pulled a large, red dildo from her backpack. "It feels so good, Mommy. It'll change your life. I swear."
A fog rolled over Caroline's mind, clouding her thoughts. That was what she was looking for, but why? As clarity of thought ebbed, horniness took its place. She wanted it in her. Yes, that's why she was looking for it. She wanted to be fucked by that monster cock.
Feeling like she was in a dream, Caroline said, "Yes. That's what I want. Please give it to me. I want it so bad."
"You want me to fuck you with this, Mommy?"
Without thinking, Caroline began unbuttoning her pants. "Yes, baby. Please fuck me with that gorgeous cock. I need it so bad."
"Ok, Mommy. Take your pants off and lay down." Caroline did as instructed without a moment's hesitation. "Panties, too. Good girl, now spread your legs for me." Jeri slipped a hand down the front of her shorts to gather some of her cream, then lubricated the dildo with it. With the cursed object properly primed, Jeri ran it up and down between Caroline's engorged lips.
"Stop teasing me, baby. Please, just fuck me."
"You really are a horny little slut, aren't you, Mommy?"
"Yes, baby. I'm a horny little slut and I need you to fuck me!"
"Are you