Holly scowled down at the ring on her finger as she worked the register. Her anger at it was pretty much the only thing keeping her awake this morning. She was running on four hours of sleep, something almost unheard of for her, and she hadn't been able to get coffee yet this morning. Between attempts to get the ring off, she hadn't had time.
Having to take another shower hadn't helped, but it had been necessary after the morning's kitchen sink amputation attempt. She was trying not to think about that, but she knew that the sight of her own blood-covered bones growing back together would haunt her dreams tonight just as the gangbang had the night before. The one good thing, if there was one, was that the ring had dulled the pain greatly. Sawing her finger off had been only very painful rather than excruciating.
"Yo, ugly! Want some coffee?"
Holly turned, plastering a smile on her face. "Mar, I would kill for coffee."
Tricia, Holly's best friend since high school, leaned against the counter next to her and handed over a hot paper cup. "That is good to know. I'll make a note to give you a list of names later. To think I've been paying full price for professional hit-men when you could be bought so cheaply all along. Tragedy."
Holly was too busy slurping at the coffee to banter back, and Tricia raised an eyebrow. "Damn, girl! Slow down or you're gonna burn your tongue off!" A piece of her hair, half natural brown and half blue, slipped down in front of her eye, and she brushed it back absentmindedly.
Holly put the coffee down, half empty, and wiped some overflow from her chin with her sleeve. "Nah, I can deal with scalding. You're just a wuss."
"Ooh, aren't you a badass?" Tricia bumped her playfully with her hip, and Holly bumped back.
"You're gonna see how much of a badass I am if your ass doesn't stop invading my personal space."
"It's not an invasion, it's a peacekeeping mission. Your tits looked about to get rowdy over there." Tricia grinned. "Speaking of which, they seem more liberated than usual today. No bra?"
Holly crossed her arms uncomfortably. "Is it that obvious?"
"Nah, I just have seven years of experience looking down your shirt."
Holly smirked, looking meaningfully at Tricia's expansive bosom. "Don't know why you'd look at mine when you've got those monsters bouncing around."
Tricia nodded, grinning. "Fair point, babe." Tricia was one of the only women Holly had ever met with a more impressive set of tits than her own, and the only one who managed the feat without being overweight. Her employee nametag sat atop a mountain of soft caramel flesh barely held in check by an F-cup bra. The black button-down shirt required by the store's dress code was unbuttoned far enough down her rack to expose a breathtaking amount of jiggling cleavage, and the buttons that were fastened across her chest strained visibly to stay that way. The drastic shift in girth between her rack and her waist made it hard for Tricia to find shirts that fit properly, but this one hugged her flat stomach almost as tightly as it did her massive breasts.
Tricia turned away to help a customer, and when she turned back to Holly her expression had changed to one of concern. "So what's up with you? Barely seen you at all this week, and it doesn't look like you slept at all last night. You okay?"
Holly looked away, fiddling idly with the ring. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"The hell you are. Tell you what, I'm going to dinner with a friend from high school tonight. You wanna come?"
"Is this one of those things where you try to set me up with one of your fuck-buddies again?"
"No, of course not."
"Bullshit."
"Yeah, okay. But if you don't like him, I promise not to pressure you. Main goal is to get you out of the house."
Holly sighed. "Okay, maybe. What time tonight?"
"Like seven-ish. That work?"
Seven was before dark. Seven was doable. "Sure. I might have to leave early, though."
She regretted it instantly, but once you had made plans with Tricia, it was hard to back out of them. Eleven hours later, Holly was sitting in a booth across from Tricia, waiting for the others to arrive. She was scowling.
"You invited Frank Williams? Seriously?"
"Nothing wrong with Frank. Frank's cool."
"Isn't he a drug dealer or something?"
A shadow fell over the table, and six foot four of tattooed muscle slid into the booth beside her. "Why? You looking to buy?" Frank's bearded face grinned down at her appraisingly, and she returned his gaze coldly.
"You sure you want to be saying stuff like that in a crowded restaurant?"
"Nobody's listening, and you're not gonna narc on me."
"How do you know that?"
Frank gave her a once-over that sent chills down her spine. "Because your mouth'll be full."
Tricia looked up from her menu as Holly's face reddened. "Frank, don't be a dick."
Frank pointed out that they were at a restaurant, after all, and assured them he had only meant that her mouth would be full with food, but Holly still took measures to sit as far away from him as possible. She'd have to even more careful now, to make sure this creep was nowhere near her when the sun set.
The restaurant was busy tonight, and service was slow. Time dragged, and when the check finally came, the reddish rays of sunlight were beaming through the window. She was cutting it close. Tricia gave the waiter the money before heading off to the bathroom. Frank watched her ass out of sight, then gave Holly a wink and headed in the same direction. She could guess why.
By the time the waiter returned with Tricia's change several minutes later, the sun was down. She needed to get out of there. She debated just leaving the change on the table, but it was enough that Tricia would probably want it back. She'd just slide it under the door of whatever stall they were fucking in, then leave.
Holly made her way to the restrooms. There was a "closed for maintenance" sign on the door of the men's, so obviously they were in there. She slipped in, and immediately the sound of moaning hit her ears. To her surprise, they had forgone a stall, and Holly was treated to the sight of Frank's well-muscled ass thrusting vigorously. He had Tricia's naked form bent over the counter with the sinks, and her tits jiggled as his stomach slapped against her rounded caramel ass.
Holly coughed to get their attention. "Um, Tricia? I have to head out now. I, uh, brought you your change?"
"Oh, aaaaaa, uh, thanks, babe... oh, yes oh god yes. Put it, ah, put it in my purse."
Holly spotted the purse lying on the floor next to Tricia's discarded thong. She sidled up, bent down to slip the cash into it, and found herself face to face with Frank's cock. It was enormous and throbbing, and the smell of Tricia's pussy wafted from it. Holly was transfixed.
"You want some of that? Tell the truth."
"I... I don't know." She answered truthfully.
Frank grinned down at her. "My truck's the blue one by the front door. It's unlocked. Wait for me there and I'll give you a turn." Then he turned and rammed his full length back into Tricia's dripping pussy, eliciting a squeal from its owner. Holly wandered out in a daze, all hope of this evening ending well evaporated. As she had feared, the sun was long past the horizon. She found the truck and lifted herself into the passenger seat to wait dutifully for Frank.
After about ten minutes he climbed in, grinning. As he closed the door, he popped the button on his jeans, and his cock popped out to bob freely as the truck growled to life. It was already mostly hard again, and even bigger than she had thought from the glimpse she'd gotten of it earlier, easily as thick as Carl's had been and almost twice as long. Veins bulged along its gently pulsing length, and although Holly knew there were no muscles in the penis, this one looked ready to argue that point. It was still covered in Tricia's pussy juices, and as Holly watched, Frank pulled something black and silky out of his pocket to wipe them off. it was Tricia's thong.
The stroking he was giving it to clean it off was making it even stiffer, and Holly eyed it with trepidation. Just the thought of that thing pounding into her shaved snatch made her wince, but she also found herself becoming more aroused. As her pussy gushed, Holly realized that being gangbanged had awakened things in her quite unrelated to the curse.
Frank saw her staring and reached over to tug at the hem of her dress. "You like what you see, you gotta show me yours. Fair's fair."
Shifting in her seat to pull her skirt up to her waist, Holly realized with a start that she did like what she saw. Creepy though Frank might be, he had a gorgeous cock, and she needed it. It dimly occurred to her that "You like what you see" must have been considered a command, but what did that matter at this point?
Almost without realizing she was doing it, she reached over and wrapped her hand around the monster. There was a good inch and a half of skin between her thumb and forefingers, and it throbbed warmly against her skin. She began running her hand slowly up and down it, and realized with mild horror that she hadn't been told to do it. this was all her.
