Laura woke up to the smell of chicken noodle soup so delicious that for a moment she believed she was back at her grandmother's house, staying at home sick. She smiled and tried to pull the covers over her, but that's when she realized that there were no covers. There wasn't even a bed. Her eyes shot open and everything horrible came rushing back to her. She was still on the cold hard floor of that awful cave where she and her friends received their perverted curses.
Laura scoffed. Friends. As if. They had all abandoned each other without a second thought, and even worse - in Laura's opinion anyway - is that she wasn't surprised by it. She had been corrupted over the course of the semester. She was once a sweet and confident girl, able to go after what she wanted without pushing people out of her way to get there. She knew she had to stop blaming Haley and Crystal for her transformation. The choices she had made were her own and she had been paying for it in the extreme for as long as she had been in the cave.
"It's been a week, dear girl," a voice came from the dark, causing Laura to sit up straight despite her extremely stiff and bruised body.
"Goddammit, Larry, give me a break, will you?"
The old man wobbled his way into the light and sat down, looking more tired and feeble than Laura had ever seen him.
"I'm not gunna fuck you again, my pretty, not today," he said. Laura tried not too gag at the thought, remembering how her curse had caused her lust to overtake her when she either wore too much clothing or had her sizeable DD bust touched by somebody else. She had begged the old man to get her off and he had abused her cursed lust to have his way with her twice, including in her ass. Laura knew the man was cursed too, but no amount of sympathy could console her. He seemed sincere, however, and she let her guard down enough to talk to him.
"Is the soup from you?" The beautiful teen inquired.
"Sorta," said Larry, "I wish for stuff all the time down here, but I never know when it's gunna come true."
"Okay," Laura started, confused, but not particularly interested in getting too deep into conversation with Larry in case he changed his mind.
"It'll be safe to eat," he said anyway, "and likely tasty as shit, y'know. You've been eatin' her food all week. Out like a light for much of it," he continued, looking guilty as he said it.
"Yeah. Thanks," Laura said, avoiding the old man's eye and suddenly deciding to grab the soup and gulp it down, not even testing the temperature first. It was perfect, hwoever, and she felt inordinately refreshed afterward. Not even caring that she was still naked in front of Larry, Laura made her way over to one of the cave walls and sat up against it, deciding to take advantage of her mind that was finally both conscious and clear of lust. Larry didn't move, but kept his gaze on her. She ignroed him, but found it hard to concentrate as he continued to stare.
"Yer starting to look like her," Larry said, his old man eyes growing wider as he admired the young woman's attractive features and curvy body, "I know it don't make much sense, 'cause Gloria wasn't a, y'know..."
"A black girl?" Laura snapped, amazed that even in a magical cave, she came across people who just had to point out her skin colour.
"Yeah!" Said Larry, obliviously, happy that she seemed to be noticing his presence again.
"I'm not your sister, Larry. I'm a college student who was an unbelievable bitch for a semester and because of that, I'm now stuck in a cave with an old man who abused the curse placed on me so that he could use me to get himself off. Unless that is somehow also a description of your precious Gloria."
Larry was quiet for a moment. "Y'know, I don't really remember."
Laura pushed down the drop of sympathy she felt by remembering the way Larry forced her to dirty talk his way to blowing an old man load deep in her asshole.
"Tough shit, Larry," she said instead, "I think I'm just going to go back to my dorm."
"Aren't you forgetting somethin'?" He cackled, sounding much more like the pervert she had first met. Laura rolled her eyes.
"Yes, I'm naked and cursed, I know. I'll sneak back into my room at night. Plus, better to have to fuck a hot guy at school because of my curse than your old man dick again."
"Best be careful, girl," Larry snarled, "I'm not a man you want to upset,"
"Yeah, so what? Didn't you say you were going to lay off today? Can't I be mad because of this shitty situation?"
"How do you think I feel?" Larry roared, standing up, and gaining height and strength as he spoke, "you try losing the only person you love to live in a cave for hundreds of years with practically no human contact!"
"Sorry," Laura mumbled, "still doesn't stop you from being a sick pervert."
"I guess not," the old man chuckled, hunching back over and looking his age again. Although did he say hundreds? Laura shuddered as she thought about the way he fucked her. He had had such strength and virility, more youthful than some of the guys her age that she fucked. She pushed the thoughts down. She needed to get out of the cave.
"I'm leaving now," is all she said.
"Heh heh heh, okay," Larry replied, "but you've got a friend in me, my pretty. Don't forget that you've got a lot in common with this old man."
"Sure sure," Laura said, barely listening as the thought of the outside world had brought back some of her life. "See ya in three weeks, old man," she said, referring to when the goddess of the cave said she would gather the three girls again, allowing them the choice to remove their punishments. She stood up, her heavy tits bouncing and swinging with her swift movements, and found her way to the exit, remembering that the path away from the torches was the way out. She could swear she heard Larry crying as she left the cavern room.
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Haley poked her head into the house. Jim had usually woken her up by this time to plow her with his monster cock and she was suspicious. She had been stuck at this farmhouse and living in the barn for the whole week she had been cursed so far, although they still didn't know that it was their commands that had been keeping her there. The goddess of the cave had ordered Haley to be unable to say no, and she was learning the details of what that meant during her forced stay. She had already grown to look forward to Jim's visits, however. He was out of shape and stupid and lazy, but he was somehow an amazing fuck, and not just because of his giant dick. Haley knew it was dangerous to enjoy anything that was a result of her punishment, but she still had plenty of hatred to go around, so she saw nothing wrong with enjoying getting regularly fucked. This morning, however, Jim hadn't woken her up with his usual crude dick slap and she went sneaking into the farm house to find him, forgetting to see if she could escape first, still not entirely aware of what commands had a hold over her.
"Hello?" she called, her silky voice misrepresenting her murky personality. She could hear voices upstairs and let herself in, closing the door behind her. She had actually yet to go in the house and fully believed that Jim was keeping her a secret from his father and a girl named Bessie Mae that he always referred to disdainfully. Haley figured she was Jim's stepmother, although it sounded like Hank and Jim were free to have their way with her. There was Hank too, but Jim seemed to have full control over him. Haley smirked at this. She could appreciate somebody who used fear to control others. Hank was weak and Haley had learned to hate him far more than his older brother. Jim was uglier, lazier, and stupider, but he was obviously in control. Hank was spineless and soft, and he was the one to accidentally trap her here in the first place to boot.
Haley padded her way up the stairs, noticing the cliched farmhouse decor with pastel colours and homey decorations, her ears perking up at the sound of Jim's drawling voice. Haley was so disconnected from her emotions that she didn't even recognize the butterflies in her stomach as she thought about fat ugly Jim and his amazing cock. She followed her ears and as she got closer, she was definitely able to make out both Jim and Hank arguing in their usual way.
"Dad's gotta know sometime there, Jim," Hank stammered.
"Does he? The ol' coot jus' lazes around these days, let us have our fun."
"But aren't ya doin' that right now?"
"Aw, ol' Bessie Mae doesn't count, ain't dat right, slut?"
Haley's stoamch sunk as she heard a muffled moan of agreement. She had reached the door and planned on listening in on the conversation, but she burst into the room without thinking at that moment.
"What the fuck?!" she shouted at the sight in front of her. Hank was sitting contritely on a chair across from Jim who was seated on a bed. On her knees in front of him was what Haley assumed to be Bessie Mae. She was fully naked, and didn't take her round face off of Jim's giant dick, even with the noise. Bessie Mae was a very large girl, but even Haley was struck by her. Of course the former leader of the mean girls had a thousand insults flood into her mind at the sight of the girl's rolls of fat, but deep down, Haley knew that this girl was hot. Some girls, like Haley, were meant to be twigs and some girls, like Bessie Mae, were meant to be massive. What also surprised Haley was that Bessie Mae looked to be not much older than her. Her young face was bright and clear as it bobbed up and down gratefully on Jim's stiff cock, his legs smothered by the girl's unbelievably giant breasts.
"Oh hey there, girlie," Jim said, grinning up at Haley, "missin' my big dick already? Bessie Mae here unnerstands that."
