The Curse of Wadj-Wer
By
Saffron Nguyen
Copyright 2011 by Rainbow Trail Press
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"What do you think this is?" Julian held up a heavy looking statue carved from what appeared to be one large block of wood. "Some sort of ancient fertility statue?"
I shrugged. "It’s supposed to be a statue of Wadj Wer or something. That’s what the dude who sold it to her said. Penny is always picked up weird shit like that. I told her we don't really need any more decorations around here, but she doesn't listen."
"I like it. It's...different."
"It's creepy."
I couldn't look at it for too long without a frissure of unease moving down my spine. It was beautifully carved and finely detailed, and that's probably why I found it so disturbing. From the bottom down, the statue sported a very impressive erection. It wasn't crudely carved, either. Somebody had taken their time in perfecting this cock, coaxing it from the wood like Italian masters coaxed goddesses from marble. There were even veins along the shaft and the hint of hair dusting the prominent balls. The same care was shown to the area above the waist, including the unmistakably feminine curve of the torso and ludicrously full breasts, a nipple flowering over the tip of each globe. The head, on the other hand, was made of shallow etches and shadows, giving the impression of a face. Just enough of an impression to be unbelievably...well, creepy.
"I don't know if it's a statue or somebody's wanking material."
"So, it's pretty much perfect for Penny."
I nodded, conceding the truth of that. Penny's been my roommate since college, though we aren't really friends. Married people describe their stale relationships as just "really good roommates" and that was me and Penny. We weren't friends, we didn't share any of the same interests, and we barely knew each other's social circle. We rotated through men and jobs and fashion, revolving around each other in a weird dance neither of us ever acknowledged. And one of our biggest differences was what we did in our free time. I liked to read, write, and work towards my goal of watching every movie ever made. Penny, on the other hand, was really active in what she called the Scene. She basically thought about sex constantly, every day, all day, and managed to incorporate that into every aspect of her life.
Sometimes, as her roommate, I found that mildly inconvenient. But she always threw the best parties, and nothing was better than her annual Halloween bash. I avoided the part of her life for the rest of the year, but on Halloween I always indulged my curiosity. Usually by midnight, I'm convinced she's entirely right and I should refocus my life. I should hang out with her friends, go to her parties, and just pretend every day was Halloween. Of course, by the next morning, I realize that was just the booze talking and I quite like my life--and my sex life--comfortably settled in vanilla territory.
"I just wish she'd keep it in her bedroom. Or the closet. Or her office. Why not take it to work? It wouldn't even be the strangest thing on her desk."
Julian laughed sympathetically. "Well, I'm sorry, dear. I've known Penny a long time, and she's not going to give up on a find like this."
"No, I know. I've already conceded this fight." I took it from his hands and held it up to the light, looking for any further markings or sign of the artist. But there was no signature or date. So maybe it was a relic, like Julian first thought. But I'd watched my fair share of National Geographic documentaries, and I had to say, I'd never seen anything like this. Surely if ancient civilizations were carving things with this much care and detail, that would be worth a special or two? "Anyway, did you want a drink? I was just going to fight my way into the kitchen."
"Oh no, you don't want to go in there." Julian took my arm and pulled me towards the guest room. The room where I'd locked up several of my valuables--literally under lock and key--and told everybody was strictly off limits. There were already three small groups claiming what free space they could in the small room. I recognized a few of them, but I didn't look too long. They clearly thought they were in a private space, and even though it was my home, I didn't feel comfortable gawking at them like a pervert. Penny told me enough times I could look all I wanted. Nobody would notice or care. I still felt like a pervert.
Julian gestured at me to be quiet and follow him as he gingerly stepped over the kissing, groping, giggling bodies. I guessed they were probably rolling, another activity Penny had tried to entice me into once or twice. I wasn't sure about taking drugs, but I had to admit, it did look like they were all having a really great time. They were completely wanton and beautiful in their shamelessness, having fun with each other like it was a big game. Well, for them, it was a big game. They called it play for a reason. And that's what Halloween was. My time to play.
"I brought my own stuff from home," Julian said. "I mean, I wanted to make sure I had something when things really started to pick up steam."
I could tell that he wasn't just talking about beer or rum. He opened his palm, revealing two pressed tablets and grinned. "I was going to save them both for myself, but I think you'll quite enjoy this."
"I don't do this stuff. It's dangerous."
"It can be. If you don't know where you're stuff comes from or what the molly is cut with. But I pressed this myself and I promise, it'll treat you nice."
"What about the come down?" I asked skeptically.
"You'll probably sleep through it. It's not the Ecstasy itself that really fucks with people. I've been rolling since two this afternoon."
"Really?" Julian was one of Penny's friends I actually knew pretty well. We worked for the same company, though not in the same department, and were already on speaking terms before I learned that he and Penny went way back. If he was some random jerk off the street, I wouldn't have softened towards the thought at all. But this was my good friend, and he'd been pretty chill all night. He definitely wasn't freaking out and climbing the walls. "Do you just...swallow it?"
"Yeah, but that'll take a while to hit your system. You could crush it and snort it."
I blanched a bit at that. "Snort it? I don't think I want to snort anything. I've never even smoked pot before."
Julian laughed. "What does smoking pot have to do with snorting E?"
"I don't know. Shouldn't you do this sort of thing in stages? It feels like snorting is Advanced Drugs and I'm still at Intro to Illegal Substances."
"Ahh, I see. Well, it's up to you, but snorting isn't really an advanced technique."
"What if it hits me too fast and I go crazy?"
"This isn't cocaine we're talking about here. It's a real gentle high, like this." He moved his arm in a steady wave motion, indicating shallow valleys and slow ascents. "Just like rolling. If you ever wanted to try it, now's a good time."
Before I say I agreed to snorting drugs with Julian, I do want to get something straight right up front. I really, really wanted to fuck him. Like, from the first moment I met him. He's almost pretty enough to be a girl, with long lashes, big brown eyes, and a fine bone structure. He even wore his hair long, though he'd cut it in the past month to almost a respectable length. He had a great body, slim but not buff. I saw him without his shirt a few times and drooled a little on my chin. If he was trying to take advantage of me, he was playing right into my hands. I nodded.
"Yeah. I want to try this with you."
"Awesome. Can we go to your room?"
"Sure." Why not? I felt a little dizzy and a little unsure of myself as I took him up the stairs. Unlike the guest room downstairs, nobody broke into my bedroom and I slid the lock back into place behind us. Julian immediately went to the bathroom and began preparing the E. My story is going to get a lot crazier after this point--trust me, a lot crazier--but to me, that's still the weirdest moment of the entire night. Me, perched on the edge of my bed waiting for my coworker to crush the E he brought to my friend's sex party so we could snort it and...fuck? That seemed to be the plan. Or maybe he only wanted to share his E because he was being friendly....
No, I may have been the straight-laced good girl type, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what the side-effects were, and I knew why people did it. He wasn't going to share with me if he didn't plan to get high with me, and that meant increased sensitivity, physical awareness, and impaired judgment. Plus, we were in my bedroom. So it seemed like a safe bet, but I just didn't know, and that anxiety gave the entire situation an extra edge of discomfort.
I'm not sure how long I waited there for him. It seemed like he took forever and I was turning wrinkled and gray while I sat there. But it was probably closer to five minutes. He used a small mirror for the powder and a rolled up dollar, handing them both to me with an apologetic smile. "Okay, I know this makes the whole thing look super shady, but...hey, it's a cliché because it works."
"Okay, what do I need to do?"
"Watch." He put the rolled up bill to his nose and inhaled a line. It looked easy enough. Even easier than it did in the movies. He tilted his head back and blinked, wiping his lip with the back of his hand and sniffing. "The drip is a bit of a bitch."
"Will I feel it right away then?"
"Yep. That's the point."
"Here goes nothing," I muttered, taking the bill from him and fitting it to my nostril as he did. I held my hair back with my other hand and inhaled. At first, I didn't feel anything. Then there was a burn through the top of my nose, and then a flood of something warm hit me and carried me away. I reeled back, blinking as I moved further and further away from myself, frozen in place and unable to move at all. Julian gently touched my shoulder, drawing my attention to his face.
"Have enough?"
"I....I think I want one more hit."
He nodded. "Go ahead."
I sniffed along the divided powder again, inhaling for just a half-second longer. The rush of warmth came faster this time, gathering at my feet and crawling up my body, knocking me backwards into a soft cloud. No, it wasn't a cloud. It was my bed and I was in my room with Julian.
"Oh my God," I laughed. "I can't believe I thought the bed was a cloud."
"It feels like one, doesn't it?" Julian asked, laying back. The mattress dipped beneath him and I felt myself tensing, subtly trying to pull away from him. It wasn't that I didn't want to touch him. I already craved texture--and that was the only way I could think to describe it. I needed *texture* on my skin. I needed the feel of somebody else's skin and the heat of their flesh. I needed short, bristly hair, and longer, softer hair, and breath tinged with the bitter memory of alcohol. That's why I couldn't touch him. Once I started, I wouldn't stop. Which probably wouldn't be a problem, but what if I did misunderstand?
"Why are you trying to get away from me?" He asked, ending my inner turmoil with the simple question.
"I'm not. I just..."
He put his arm under my shoulder and pulled me towards him. "Come here."
I turned, slotting my chest to his ribs, my head resting his shoulder. I closed my eyes and breathed him in, imagined myself unraveling him strand by strand, learning everything about him from the scent of his skin and hair. I started to move without realizing it, rocking my hips and grinding against him. Not like a stripper grinding on his lap or anything like that it. It was a shallow rotation of my hips, a small gesture that was so small, so natural, I barely even thought about it.
And that's when I remembered that I was wearing a big rubber cock.
So Penny's wild parties? They always had themes. Even if the Halloween party, which I disagree strongly with. I think that Halloween already has a very specific theme, and parties don't need to get more fancy or elaborate than that. Penny disagrees. This year, she wanted to have a gender bending theme. Everybody had to cross dress. That could be the costume or they could dress up on top of that--which led to some very weird and confusing costumes--but the girls had to be boys and the boys had to be girls. And the girls had to be packing. I didn't get the appeal, but hey, I'm not a complete stick in the mud. I was determined to be a good sport about it, even going as far as purchasing a new dildo with a strap on belt to wear for the night.
"I should take this off," I said, sitting up."
"No." Julian took my hand and pulled me back. "Don't worry about it."
"But it's...weird."
"I like it. Now aren't you going to try to feel me up under my dress?"
With an invitation like that, how could I have any more doubts? I grinned and slid my hand up his thigh, pushing it under the billowy, ruffled skirt. I wonder where he found it--it looked like something that might have come from his mother's closet thirty years ago if she had no taste and no figure. Affection swelled in my chest, and I couldn't dampen it down. I couldn't really control any of my emotions. They crashed into me like white backed waves, and I staggered under the combined force of their power. One moment, I wanted to gather Julian to my chest and hug him and squeeze him and pet his hair and simply bask in how much I adored him. In the next, I wanted to push him to the bed, tear his clothes away with my teeth, and rub my entire body over his, mapping his skin with mine. My desire for texture returned with a vengeance. I wanted to feel skin against my fingernails and teeth.
"Can I see you, Abby? I've been dying to see you for so long."
I smiled and pushed myself to my feet, standing over his head on the mattress. He stared up at me with wide eyes, the expression on his face almost dopey in his awe and gratitude. I wore a kilt that night, so he had a nice view of my long legs stretching above him as I pulled my shirt over head. I have pretty amazing tits and I say that with all due modesty. It's just that they're really awesome. A nice, full C with pert, dusky nipples that bounced and jiggled in what seemed to be a very hypnotic way, judging by the open-mouthed stares I could get from the boys when I chose to. I loved the way Julian looked at me--with appreciation but without the leer.
"You're so beautiful."
"Thank you."
"I've been trying to get the nerve up to say that for awhile."
"Really?"
"Yeah. But I'm shy."
"That's too bad. You being shy, that is." I straddled him and sank to my knees, my dildo resting on his stomach, my ass resting snuggly against his cock. "Because I've been hoping you'd say something like that to me." I felt...strange. I knew it had to be the foreign substance I sorted into my brain, but there was something else. I felt like there was more of me than usual. Like somehow, I'd expanded, and I needed a place to fit the new part of my body. I wiggled my hips, letting the tip of the dildo drag over Julian's chest and shivering with delight.
"Can you feel that?" Julian asked.
"I can feel everything." I dropped my head back, letting my long hair tickle my bare spine. "Everything. And it's all fucking amazing."
"No, I mean...this dick. What's it made out of?"
His question seemed to be coming from the other end of a very long tunnel. Once I managed to work out the words, I still needed to string them all together, and even then, it didn't make any sense. What did he mean what was it made out of? It was my dick, wasn't it? It was made out of me. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"I love it," he moaned. "It just feels so real. And hot."
It was hot. So hot. I was sweating, drenched, aching ad wet everywhere. I rocked back, sliding against his thick shaft, letting it glide between my ass cheeks. Once wasn't enough. Ten times wasn't enough. An eternity of grinding and moving, of sliding over him and drowning in him, wouldn't be enough. I needed more. I needed to claim him and make sure he understood he belonged to me. I couldn't understand the impulse any better than that. I had no idea what it was or where it came from. I only knew that I needed to find my way inside, that once I was buried in the welcoming embrace of his body, everything would make sense and everything would be fine.
I moved, unsure of my intentions until I found myself between his legs, the shadow between his thighs enticing me. I pushed his skirt up and gently pulled his balls out of the way, exposing the hint of shadow I was searching for. He had a small, tight ass, and the muscles pulled away easily to expose his clenched hole. I had a healthy enough sex life, but I was never very adventurous. I didn't know what was going on at the backdoor of any of my lovers, and that was the way I liked it. But something was different now--everything was different now. I don't know what voice spoke each impulse, what hand guided mine, but I do know I never resisted. I didn't hesitate to duck my head and lap at the soft skin around his balls, drawing a trail from his sac to his clenched hole. One lick and I have to say, I was hooked. It's funny, I was so worried about the drugs, and it never occurred to me that there might be something more addictive in this world.
His moans rang in my ears, echoing through my head until I couldn't separate them from my own sounds of pleasure. I learned every inch of him. I coveted every inch. I wanted every texture and smell, and I used my mouth, my face, my hair, everything I could to draw more sweet sounds from him. I lifted my head at one point to catch my breath, and he sounded so disappointed by the loss of my tongue that I immediately replaced it with my finger, circling his rosette until it just seemed natural to push my finger into the hot flesh. He clenched down, squeezing my finger and panting for my breath.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear that he would say yes. I didn't want to stop. I didn't know if I could.
"No. No. I like this."
"Are you sure?"
"Fuck yes, I'm sure. Don't ask me, Abby. I'll let you know whatever's on my mind."
I had no choice but to trust him. That was the way it had to be. I guided my finger in and out of his tight passage, working it back and further until I felt him relax around him and he was bucking his hips upwards, silently demanding more. I pushed a second finger inside as I leaned over him, my nipples lightly rubbing over the hair on his chest. He stared up at me, his eyes locked on my face as though I was the only thing he could see. I took a deep breath and kissed him. He surged beneath me, responding with swift hunger, holding me to his lips while his tongue plundered my mouth in response to my tentative caress. That was exactly how I wanted to be kissed--passionately and without limits. We kissed with wild curiosity, greedily searching for the answers to our long unasked questions.
"Does this feel good?" I asked, working a third finger into his channel.
"Do you like it?"
"I asked you first."
Julian smiled against my lips. "It's fucking amazing. I was just...I think I want you to fuck me."
"Are you sure?" I breathed, heart slamming into my ribs.
"Yes. I need to feel you. I feel...hollow. I don't know. Like I need you to feel me. Please." Julian bucked his hips. "Please, Abby. I'm not above begging."
"You don't have to beg," I promised him. "You don't have to beg. I need to be inside of you. I can't believe how much I need to be inside of you. I don't know....it feels like..." But I stopped myself, burying those words deep inside. Julian would think I was a weirdo if I told him what it actually felt like, and besides, that wasn't real. Maybe none of it was real. It was just the drugs in my system, confusing my nerve endings and my brain, giving me hallucinations, making me feel things I couldn't possibly feel.
Like my balls riding tight and thigh between my thighs, throbbing for release while my cock grew fuller and fuller in my hand. I brought the crown to Julian's tight entrance, wondering if I should pause to find lube, even though his entrance was surprisingly slick. I couldn't figure out what could make him so wet and ready for me, but if Julian didn't protest, I wasn't going to stop. It was too fucking amazing. I had no idea sex could feel like that. I had no idea anything could feel like that, ever. I had no idea you could slide into molten heat, that you could be surrounded by that same heat until it threatened to consume you completely. I hadn't expected the divine pressure of impossibly smooth, impossibly soft flesh curling around my shaft like a velvet glove. I had no idea that the smallest gesture could send fireworks off behind my eyes, or that I had the power to make Julian whimper with a well-timed, hard thrust.
I remained buried inside of him for a long, long time, neither one of us moving. He stared up at me and I stared down at him, our faces only inches apart, his hot breath fanning over my lips. "You can move," he finally whispered.
"I don't know how."
"Yes you do. You know what to do."
I wasn't so sure about that, but I straightened and gripped his knees, bracing myself for the first long, slow slide back and hard thrust forward. We both howled, the sound of our joint pleasure reaching the party and beyond that. I moved very deliberately at first, careful not to hurt Julian, careful not to lose control. But the more I moved, the more I wanted to lose control. I felt his body begging me for more and more every time I sheathed myself inside of him, flexing around my shaft, squeezing me tight, holding me deep inside.
"You can do it, Abby. Just fuck me. Please. Please just fuck me."
I looked down at the point where are bodies joined together, watching my cock disappear inch by inch. Time stopped as I stared at our two bodies. I knew what I should have been seeing--a pink rubber cock entering an asshole. But that's not what was happening. The cock was the soft pearl and coral of real flesh, and it was sliding into Julian's dripping pussy, in a slow, steady rhythm. I blinked. I looked away. I tried to pinch myself. I tried to tell myself I was only dreaming. But I never woke up, and my cock throbbed for more.
It's just the drugs. It's just the drugs. It's just the drugs. Is E a hallucinogen? Well, it doesn't matter. Because this isn't really happening. And if it is really happening, then might as well have fun with it.
With my cock already buried in his sweet body, all I had to do was pull his legs around me and find a rhythm I liked. I snapped my hips forward with sharp, deliberate motions, burying myself to the hilt with an answering whimper from Julian every time. My body found its own natural tempo, one that felt absolutely right. One that Julian had no trouble matching at all, his body rising to meet mine as I shuttled my cock with greater forcer. Our mouths found each other again, tongues dueling while our bodies slammed together. We pushed each other, clawed and bit, dragged and pinched and mauled and licked. I could do nothing but respond to him, and he could do nothing but respond to me, so we went around and around in the same cycle of pleasure and pain, each second bringing us closer to what we both craved.
"Harder, Abby. I need more."
I couldn't give him much more, though I did my best. The base of my spine tingled as every muscle flexed. My body spasmed and I felt all the pleasure gathering deep inside, my balls pulling tighter and tigher.
"I'm so...I'm going to..."
"Come inside of me, Abby. I want to feel that. Please. Pump me full of cum."
His plea wasn't my undoing, but it was such a close thing that it might as well have been. The fluttering at my spine spread in an instant through my whole body, and a low shiver started in my scalp and crawled down my body, shaking my frame as finally released my seed deep in Julian's fluttering muscles. He clamped down around my cock, milking the last drops of my orgasm as we both cried out.
I must have fallen asleep after that. When I woke up, my head was pounding and my strapon was tangled around my thighs. Julian was passed out beside me, a night's worth of growth on his jaw. Surprisingly enough, I didn't feel the least hungover. This is the first time I tried to write all of this down. Re-reading it now, I can't believe how crazy it sounds. But it's true, and that's exactly how it happened. Or at least, how I remember it.