Cc The Ring

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Some people enjoy receiving jewelry on Valentine's Day... some even enjoy receiving a ring. But maybe not this time...

He licked his dry lips, his panting was constantly drying them out. But he couldn't help himself at all. It'd only been seven days, but he was already so far addicted that there was no turning back. He sat back in the Lay-Z-Boy chair, the football game playing in the background, but it barely registered in his mind.

His hands were shaking as they gripped his long, hard shaft, sliding up and down it rapidly. He hoped an orgasm would appease him this time. It just had to. He didn't know how much more he could take. He applied more lubricant to his hand, quickly returning to his hardness to stroke more. He was so close and it felt so good.

The voices in his mind became stronger. He could hear them moaning in desire, soft whispers telling him what to do, urging him to continue, begging him to cum again and again. He could feel the invisible hands caressing his body, even through his clothing, even through the chair back. Nothing he did could stop their teasing lustfulness. Their touch felt so incredible. He longed for it. If he hadn't been so excited for so long, he would never even think of stopping it.

He knew it started with the ring that he received a week ago. His life was normal before that. Everything was going ok before that day. His mind briefly flashed to it, to him waking up to a knock on the door in the middle of the afternoon. With tired eyes, he opened the door to find no one there, just a little box... sitting on the floor. He could hear someone running down the hall, sobbing.

He bent over and picked it up, looking down the hall at the sound of the fleeing person, wondering who it could be. He turned the box in his hand, around and around, as he shut the door and moved back into the apartment. He lifted the top to find a couple pages of folded paper inside and a ring. The ring was old, with a lot of fine workmanship. The band was a very intricate, metallic weave with the top holding some sort of dark stone in an intricate setting. It wasn't exactly something he'd wear, but it looked interesting enough for a gag.

Holding the ring in his hand it felt warm and comfortable for some reason. He turned his attention to the papers. They were worn, torn in spots and obviously reused, refolded and taped in spots. The first page was simple. All it said was "Please put the ring on and I'll explain everything." Shaking his head and smiling, he did just that.

He never thought that a little metal object could torture him so much. His hips rose from the seat as he came hard, grunting and breathing in heavy gasps. The crescendo of voices in his head peaked as well, as if an entire multitude was coming with him. He could feel their hands all over his body, he felt them playing with his nipples, sucking on his earlobes, hands cradling his balls and fingers probing and easing into his asshole. He'd never been in an orgy before, but knew even that wouldn't feel as good as he felt right now.

According to the paper, he had seven days. He was running out of time.

*****

"Jesse, did you see my Psych book lying around?," the young brunette called into the next room.

A head popped out of the bedroom door. "What did you say?"

The girl was moving things around on the desk, haphazard piles of books and papers falling over. "I was wondering if you saw my Psych book... oh, here it is," she said, pulling the thick book out from under strewn papers. She stuffed it into her bookbag and threw it over her shoulder.

"You gotta clean that mess up some time, Dawn," the blond chided, her voice fading as she moved back into her bedroom.

"I know.... I know... Hey, are you and Chad going out tonight or tomorrow night for Valentine's Day?"

"Yeah," the voice called out. The head suddenly reappeared. "I'm going over to his place tonight and won't be back until tomorrow night. He has an entire day planned for us," she said with an obvious twinkle in her eyes.

"Jeez, I'm so jealous."

"You should be," Jesse giggled. "You'll find your Romeo soon enough, hun."

"I hope so. I'm tired of being alone for Valentine's Day. Anyways, you guys have a fun time." Dawn moved to the door. "I have classes this morning and will probably crash on the couch to movies until you come back." She laughed almost nervously, then opened the door, disappearing into the hallway.

Jesse continued packing her suitcase, looking through her closet and dresser for just the right outfits and stopped, cocking her head wondering if she just heard a knock. It didn't repeat, but she knew she heard something. She walked to the front door. "Hello?" she called. No response, so she opened the door a little, verifying the chain was still latched.

The only thing there was a little box on the hallway floor. She wondered if it was some sort of Valentine's present as she unlatched the door and retrieved it. She knew it wasn't from Chad, though... definitely not his style. She smiled. Maybe a secret admirer for Dawn! She opened it, noting the worn letter inside and the ornate old ring at the bottom.

"Wow," she said out loud. "That's definitely different." She closed the box back up and put it conspicuously on the table for Dawn. "Maybe that'll help cheer her up."

Within twenty minutes, she was out the door and gone for the weekend.

*****

Jonathan shook his head in anger and frustration. How could he do this to another person? The voices in his head told him not to, told him that he belonged with them forever. They were so seductive, calling to him like that. They knew exactly what he wanted to hear.

"No!" he said loudly, standing up and pacing to the other side of the room. "There's no other way. The paper said so... the paper will save her, too."

He moved back to the couch, his cock bobbing in the air as he pushed his pants down and just walked out of them, leaving them in the middle of the floor. His hand automatically caressed it's length. It was harder than ever as he started stroking it again, his eyes closing, his head falling back.

"Please...", he moaned as he felt his orgasm building rapidly once again. Today was his last day.

*****

It was noon before Dawn finally walked back into her apartment with a huff, dropping her bookbag on the floor beside the door. At least she had a day and a half to relax. Luckily, no one gave her homework due on Monday, too. She looked into the empty room, unaccustomed to not hearing some sort of noise.

She shook her head, upset to actually be alone the night before Valentine's Day and no prospect at all for a date tomorrow either. When every other girl in the world would be out having the best time ever with an awesome guy, she was going to be home alone. Giving an exasperated sigh, she moved into the dining room and noticed the small box, conspicuously placed.

"Jesse would have taken it, if it was for her. Wonder what it is?" Dawn mumbled, grabbing it and opening it. She pulled the worn paper out first and then noticed the ring. It was incredibly made. The thin strands of silver were wrapped and entwined as if it were a rope delicately looped. The stone looked rather dull and unassuming and she couldn't even guess what it was.

She held the ring in her hand while she opened the papers. The topmost paper had a simple message. "Please put the ring on and I'll explain everything." She laughed a little thinking how strange this whole thing was, but let the ring slip onto her finger. It felt warm and almost tingly, but she guessed it was just the way it was made that felt so different.

She turned to the second page and began reading the hand-written, flowing script. It described the ring and it's origin, at least from the writer's perspective since it had existed long before he or she even found it. Most of the first few pages were photocopies of even older original papers, making the document very old. She moved over to the couch and sat down, fascinated at the story of the ring. But then she turned to the next page.

"You might be feeling a little... strange," it said. "I do hate telling you all this and I hope that one day you'll forgive me. But you see, this ring ensnared me in its spell as well and I have found this to be the only way to release the curse. I do not know if it will work, but it is my only hope. I pass my experience on to you, in hopes that you too will be able to break the curse." Dawn started getting nervous, especially being alone in the apartment. She could feel... something... happening inside her. It definitely wasn't unpleasant, but felt strange.

She pulled the ring off her finger and put it on the seat cushion next to her. The stone on the top had turned blood red now but otherwise the ring looked harmless.

"From what I've discerned about the ring, the owner is cursed and will suffer the fate of all before me unless the cycle is broken or the curse is passed to another in time, as I'm attempting. The curse itself is... insidious... and while it seems pleasant at first, it will quickly grow to an obsessive burden."

"From my understanding, you have seven days to either break the curse, or pass it on to another. I, myself, write this on my seventh day and pray to God that passing it saves me. I pass it with these instructions to help the next poor soul. The previous owner was consumed by the ring, forever gone. I have come to realize, as you will feel to, that all consumed owners inhabit the ring. They are part of the seduction. They will want you to keep the ring to yourself and become one with them. You must resist them.

"I pray that you will pass this information on to someone else to save yourself... if you're strong enough to pass it at all. It seems cruel. But it's the only way I know."

Dawn felt the tingling grow more insistent, almost like fingers sliding along her skin, moving up her legs and caressing her thighs. She licked her lips as she felt an unseen mouth kiss her neck, and lightly bite it. She shivered in excitement and shook her head to clear it. It had been far too long since she last had sex, but surely this was all in her overworked imagination. She felt her nipples harden as if fingers and tongues were circling them, teasing them.

She put the papers down and closed her eyes, relishing the feelings that were washing over her body. Although she didn't know where they were coming from, they were certainly exciting. So many hands were on her body, caressing her, stroking her, exciting her. It was far more intense than she'd ever experienced before and it was definitely enticing. She felt the hands push her legs apart, felt fingers sliding along her pussy, probing it, teasing her clit. Lips and tongues nibbled, sucked and licked her most intimate places. Her body undulated on the couch, moving towards her climax.

*****

"No... please.... no more... I just can't", Jonathan whined as he pushed the girl off him. They'd only been fucking together for an hour, but he'd been fucking non-stop for the past seven days. He just couldn't take any more.

"Whatever, baby. You got your rocks off twice. I understand," the hooker said, moving to slide off the bed to retrieve her clothes.

"Oh, God, no... you can't leave yet," he said, unexpectedly reversing his decision, grabbing her arm and pulling for her to get back on top of him.

"What the fuck, baby? You don't just practically throw me off and expect me to jump right back on," she scorned, continuing to move off the bed.

He pulled her arm harder, pulling her back onto him. "God... I just... I need it again...", he panted. "You don't understand..."

"Whatever, baby. You're the money." She grabbed his cock and noticed it's size and hardness hadn't diminished at all from his orgasm moments ago. She smiled up at him and laughed. "Damn! That Viagra shit's doing you good!"

She sat up, positioning his cock at the entrance to her shaven pussy, easing down slowly until the tip was buried.

"We'll go again, lover, and see if I can make you purr." She eased down onto him a little but was surprised when he thrust up, embedding himself deeply inside her and then began to aggressively fuck her. Both of them grunted loudly with each thrust. "Yeah, baby, I love it when you plough into me."

Her hands stroked his chest, pinching his nipples lightly, as he writhed beneath her. Nothing she did made him stop his obsessive thrusting, though. She had to admit, this guy had stamina. She watched his expression change, from one of worry, fear, and exhaustion, to one of ecstasy. She felt his body shiver and shake, felt his hands grab her hips just a bit harder, felt his thrusts become less rhythmic.

He wailed loudly, his hips pushing up into her hard, his back arching off the bed as far as he could go. He was way over the edge with this climax. Her own orgasm was coming fast. It wouldn't take much more. But then his thrusting suddenly slowed and then completely stopped. She had closed her eyes to feel the expected, upcoming pleasures sweep through her body. When he stopped cold, though, she suddenly opened them and saw him... smiling.

"She put it on," he whispered. "Finally! I'm free! Thank you, thank you, thank you." Then he fell back in the bed and passed out.... completely unconscious.... snoring.

*****

'Damn, this is intense', Dawn thought as she lay back in her bed. One hand was slowly circling her clit while the other had two fingers buried within her, slowly sliding in and out. She'd been feeling like this all afternoon and after a few orgasms, had decided she had to move this to the bedroom. Even after several hours, she couldn't stop. Her body was never sated.

Her wet finger slid lower as she teased her perineum, slowly circling and pressing against the sensitive flesh. She jumped when her finger found her asshole and the voices in her head moaned loudly with joy. She'd never experienced anal pleasure before and, with the perverse encouragement of the many voices in her head, tentatively slid the tip of her finger around her tight hole, slowly, and gently.

"Oh God... yesss." Her eyes were wide with pleasure as she slid a finger deep inside, thrusting slowly a few times but then madly, jamming it deep again and again, her body crashing towards yet another orgasm.

She gurgled, not realizing just how good it would feel...

*****

"Fuck," she yelled when she orgasmed again at 8pm on Sunday night. She was kneeling on her bed, her face buried in the comforter as her fingers teased her ass and pussy. Both hands were at work now, teasing both spots simultaneously. Her ministrations slowed as she felt her body collapse again, tired from all it had been through the past day and a half.

She heard the apartment door open and close with a thud before Jesse's voice boomed out. "Dawn? Are you here?"

She gulped to clear her dry throat. It was so tired from all her moaning and screaming. "Yeah, I'm in my... I'm in my room."

She could tell Jesse was right outside her door. "You feeling ok? You wanna go see a movie or something?"

"No," Dawn said, her body shivering as the invisible hands began caressing it. "I... I'm just going to go to bed early tonight. I'm kinda tired." Her fingers slid back into her wetness, three fingers burying as deep as possible, one leg lifting up into the air to give her more room.

"Well... ok," Jesse said dejected. She wanted to go out somewhere and have some fun to take Dawn's mind off the fact there wasn't a guy around and it was Valentine's Day. "I'll be up for a while if you change your mind."

"Thanks," Dawn's replay came with a grunt, her fingers already sliding back inside herself, teasing her clit.

"Oh, did you see that package I put on the table for you?"

Dawn didn't answer at first and Jesse wondered if she'd even heard her ask, but a panting "Yes... Yes.... thanks," was heard through the door.

Jesse moved into her room and unpacked, flopping down onto her bed and turning on the TV. She flipped through the channels, hoping to find something good, but was distracted by the moans coming through the wall. She smiled and turned the volume down, listening more intently. She didn't know if Dawn was trying to hide her moaning or not, but she definitely wasn't successful. Jesse crawled closer to the wall, hoping for better sound, wondering if she was alone or with someone.

She flipped through the channels, always keeping an ear open on Dawn's surprising marathon sex show, eventually falling asleep.

Loud grunting and groaning woke her up hours later, though, and she rubbed her eyes when she realized the noise was on the other side of the wall. She looked at her clock and cursed that it was only 4am.

"I'm trying to fucking sleep, Dawn! Come on!" she yelled through the wall. The noise quickly ceased, but she could still hear muffled moans.

*****

Jesse was sitting on the couch in the living room the next morning, eating a bowl of cereal when Dawn finally appeared from her bedroom. She ran into the bathroom without even saying hi. Jesse sat dumbfounded by her recent behavior and by her looks. She looked like she hadn't slept at all in the past few days.

When Dawn finally reappeared, she stopped her before she disappeared back into her room. "You ok?" she asked, looking worried.

Dawn was shaking, almost like a drug user that needed a fix. Jesse knew Dawn didn't want to be there... knew that her roommate couldn't wait to get back into her room.

"Yesss," she whispered. "I'm ok... I just..." she stammered and then stopped trying to talk. "I gotta go," she said, rushing back into her room.

Jesse sat there, staring at the closed door and heard Dawn's voice behind it, sounding desperate.

"Oh my God... It's gotta stop... Please!"

Jesse knocked on her door, worried about her friend. "Dawn? Are you ok? Can I come in?" She waited a moment and when she heard nothing but the moaning from behind the door, she turned the knob and opened it. "Dawn?"

The sight before her eyes was far worse than she expected. Dawn was sitting back on her bed, legs splayed wide, one hand pressed between then, rubbing madly, the other gripping her breast painfully hard. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened with her panting moans.

She moved to the side of the bed in disbelief. She wondered if her friend was possessed or something. This was so weird. This was so... fucking... weird! "Oh my God! Dawn, what's happening to you?"

Dawn's eyes opened and she looked at her friend with the ferocity of need. Her hips lifted high in the air as her hand moved faster against her clit.

"Fuck! Help me... Jesse... Jesse.... help me cum."

*****

On Tuesday morning, fully rested and recovered, Jonathan looked back on the past week with a combination of regret and fear. He couldn't believe how incredible it felt to be so completely dominated with sex, so out of control with need, passion, and desire. But another part of him was glad he was free of it, too. He sat in his kitchen, wondering if the girls he'd given the ring to had fared well so far. He wondered if they'd fully succumb to it, or if they'd be able to pass it on to someone else to save themselves.

His eyes suddenly opened wider with a revelation. "Wait a second.... could it be that easy?" His mind started working through the details...

An hour later, he was knocking on the girls' door. He heard a commotion inside, but it took a while before anyone answered the door.

"Who is it?" the voice asked quickly, almost breathlessly.

"Uh.... my name's Jonathan... I'm the one that gave you the ring... can we talk?" He was so nervous. He had no idea if the girls would hate him and kill him on sight, or if they'd welcome his help.

He heard brusque voices, they were arguing, and then the chain was removed and the door opened.