Pagans Revenge

"What does that even mean?"

"It means; you liked getting dick and fucking different guys to just be an actual girlfriend. I can't have you because you like dick, now I can't have you because you have a dick."

"She said something like that... ruin my plan when I try to get a man. Something about me being a horny boy with a stick in his panties, ah dunno, I can't remember that stupid poem."

"That was the spell, Heather."

"My life is ruined. She's going to laugh in my face."

"Want me to talk to her for you?"

"No... this is all my fault. I just didn't care how I treated most people."

At Taylors, after the party, they lay Darius on the bed, she looks for something to help detox him.

"So, I'm going to whip up something to help dissolve the drugs. Did you heal the cut on his arm?".

"Yeah I did."

She glares at him.

"I've been studying witchcraft. Sue me."

"Trying to impress me or something?"

"No. I get you're pissed and hurt, but I did it to I guess understand you more, and I love you."

"Jack..."

"I promised I'd stop being a perv... I'm going to, but might as well put it out there. Honestly; nomatter how bad I needed to be laid, I would not have had sex with her if not to protect you. I don't like her scrawny ass, it was hard to get it up and I wanted it to be over with."

Taylor just sighs, "I know. I'm just scared it wouldn't work. I know Heather would never be able to take you."

"What did you do to her?"

"A curse, one that makes her grow a dick anytime she tries to get pleasure from that used sock she calls a pussy."

"That's pretty funny," he laughs.

"It is isn't it," she laughs."

"I really want to be with you, Tay."

"Let's see how it plays out with Darius, okay? I know how you feel, but I do love him."

Heather walks back to the café to see if Taylor is there, spotting her and Jack in a booth, walking up to them nervously.

"Darius is doing okay, other than a migraine," Jack looked from his laptop."

"Sit next to me, I know what you want," Taylor instructed.

"I'm fine right here."

"Sit," she ordered.

Heather sat next to her.

"So... what do you want?"

"Can you please take-,"

"I told you I already know you want me to do that, what else do you want?"

"Just that," Heather whispers.

"Having trouble getting laid, how many guys have you scared off?"

"None."

"Lies. You had to have figured it out by now, to be begging to have it lifted, either you tried to hook up with somebody, or tried to masturbate."

"Okay... I freaked out two guys."

"Just two since the party? Losing your touch?"

"Just two."

"Tell me everything," Taylor chuckles.

"Last night I had a chance to hook up with Denny."

"Oh that one black guy? I hear he has a really big dick," she said in her Sarah Silverman voice.

"He was going down on me, it popped out and he freaked out."

"Damn."

"I asked a friend of mine who just broke up with a girl if he wanted to hook up and to see if what you did actually happened, he recorded himself going down on me, and it happened again. I didn't know how to make it go away, he said it shoulda went away when I wasn't horny anymore."

"What do you mean, you didn't know how to make it go away, as many dicks as you've had, what happened the first time?"

"He hurt me, Denny hurt me."

"Oh, what happened," she placed a hand on her thigh, feigning concern.

"I thought he was going to beat me up. He pushed me down and I hit my head... I passed out."

"You poor baby," she rubs her thigh, "yeah you can get horny, but any stimulation will bring an erection."

"But it wouldn't go away until I... masturbated."

"I know," she rubs closer to her crotch. "If it just went away, what fun would that be, it's the point of no return. You like dick, so why is it a problem?"

"It creeps me out, I don't want a dick, Taylor. I had... I had to use it, to make it go away, do you know how horrible it is? What are you doing?"

"No, but I know how horrible it is to be treated like shit, I'm happy to be the one to tear you down mentally," she presses her hand in to her crotch, "Just be still and ignore it."

"Please stop. My life is over, nobody will want me."

"No and your reputation is over, you can live a full life. I can't imagine anybody who'd have sex with you, but nothing is stopping you from masturbating," she rubs harder.

"I don't want to touch it," Heather sighs.

"Why not, you love dick," she grins, grinding her hand in her crouch.

Heather starts to breath deeply, "I'll do anything, oh fuck."

"I bet. It's just that you realized what I did. You ain't learned yet, I just want you to suffer."

"Please... it's going to come out," she moans.

"So?"

"There's no... room... stop."

"I'm not keeping you from leaving, you coulda left whenever you want."

"It's c-coming out... it hurts."

"I was hoping you would be dumb enough to get in situations where it pops up, but I guess you need help. Sure people are going to question your quick change in nature... that's just not enough embarrassment. Are you okay?"

"It hurts so bad, everything is smashed," she tears up.

"That has to hurt," Jack said.

Heather nods silently.

"Big cocks must run in your family... I almost curious," Taylor feels the length of it pressed in her jeans.

"You might want to take care of that Heather," Jack chuckled.

"I-I'm not going anywhere."

"That means nothing to me, you're just hurting yourself. Lemme tell you about Darius and my sex life; whenever I want a round two, I can snap my fingers. I'm not lifting the curse. Ever.

Heather gets up in tears, limping away, trying not to cry.

CHAP6

The next few days, she tries to keep up appearances, hanging out with her friends, boys she really wanted to get with, having to turn a few down, under the guise of being on her period. Sex was far off her mind. The issue sitting in the back of her head, only her newfound celibacy kept her in check, as she kept even getting aroused at bay. Until she went home and the girls were waiting for her in the living room.

"Hey, what's up guys?"

"We need to talk to you about your odd behavior," one said.

"Have I done something wrong, Charlotte?"

"No... but you don't seem yourself, your getting distant."

"No I'm not."

"You weren't even at the hazing the other day, where we made the newbs masturbate to porn. That's like your favorite one."

"I'm just not interested, I decided to be celibate for a while."

They all started laughing at her.

"You of all people," Kimmy blurted.

"Yeah... is that a problem?"

"No, it's just weird. More guys for us, I guess," Kimmy replied.

"Ah yeah... one of Denny's friends came up to me the other day; he told me that Denny told him that you had a dick. I figured he meant you were messing with him with a dildo, but he said Denny was going down on you, and you had a dick."

"Uh... I don't have a dick."

"Really? If it were a dildo, it woulda fell out, but he said it was swinging from your legs, when you chased him."

"I swear I don't."

"I hope not, I don't know how you hide it, if you do, to fool all these guys talking about how good your pussy is... or is it ass?"

Heather lifts her skirt, pulling her underwear to the side, placing a foot on the arm of a chair; "do you see a dick?!"

They stare at her vagina for a moment.

"I don't know what he was on, that night, but that's why I want to be celibate for a while."

Heather is walking across the campus from class, when she spots Taylor, Jack, and Darius hanging out. Darius glares at her, suddenly she hears a finger snap; she felt herself get wet right before her cock started to grow. Heather could hear them laughing when she screamed and ran off. Her house to far away, and too many people about, boner pitching tent in her skirt. She ran behind the nearest building, hiding behind the dumpster cursing the evil thing, staring at it, pleading it to go away. It doesn't. Bracing herself against the dumpster, she goes to work, still horrified at the sight and act, quickly trying to rub one out. Muttering how everything was fine until she crossed paths with Taylor. She closes her eyes, getting closer, making sure to stay quiet, blowing her load. She has to stay away from her.

Taylor found her in class the next day, taking a test, she casted a spell so nobody would notice her but Heather.

"Psst.... psst... Heather."

Heather looked around to see who was calling her, fear poured on her face when she saw Taylor in the doorway, waving.

"Hey girlfriend."

Heather shook her head, looking for the professor to notice her.

"Don't worry, nobody knows," she winks.

"Please... don't."

"Good luck on the test," she snaps her fingers, walking out.

Heather grips the desk at the sensation of forced arousal, watching the thing grow in her shorts, her balls smashed, the head pokes out if she moves a certain way. Tears in her eyes, she fights back, trying to finish her test in pain. People start finishing and leaving, determined to be the last one, but she's too close. Eventually the desire of release overcomes embarrassment, hiding her boner with her backpack, limping to the professors desk, dropping her test, moving as quick as she can.

"Are you okay, miss Marie?"

"I'm cramping bad," she limps out.

To the bathroom she goes, freeing her raging cock from it's confinement.

"I wanna watch," a voice said.

The stall door unlocks and opens, Taylor is standing there.

"It's hard enough to do this, please just leave me alone."

She just smiles as she walks in the stall, the door shutting and locking behind her.

"I've been curious about how well it is, c'mon... I'm the last person you should hide it from... show me," Taylor has a twisted grin.

Heather moves her hands away, even more hesitant to do the job with her watching.

"Don't be shy... let momma see her baby boy."

Heathers hand shakes as she battles giving her or herself the satisfaction.

"I'll start it for you," she spits on her hand, giving a few strokes.

Taylor strokes her cock until it twitches. Heather just watches her touch it.

"Take it away Heather! Ya know it might stay like that until you go to sleep, but if you start and don't finish; you'll know what blue balls are."

Heather mumbles as she starts to cry.

"I know... I know, you feel like a monster, you'll get used to it," she sighs, "this one is on the house."

Taylor pulls her head on her shoulder, where she cries, Taylor spits on her hand, stroking her cock nice and slow, rubbing her back. Her hand travels her whole shaft, cupping and rubbing her balls, delaying her orgasm. Heather cries and sniffles, no longer holding back, slowly Taylor focuses on stroking near the head, her knees grow weak, she holds on to Taylor, who's fixated on watching her cum. Her orgasm starts breaking through her cries, when Taylors hand starts to twist. It throbs begging to be released. Taylor hugs her tight, speeding up a bit, her crying subsides long enough to cum, shooting her load on the wall, she drops sitting on the toilet, crying all over again.

"Awe it wasn't that bad, that was pretty impressive how far it went, and how much. You'll be okay," she lifted Heathers head.

Heather just looks at her.

"Next time I want you to do it, I wanna see how a real stud strokes her cock, mm'kay? Be proud of it, I mean do you cry every time... not very manly."

Taylor leaves her to her crying.

A week goes by and she doesn't see Taylor at all. She still tries to avoid her, but is relieved that she hasn't sought her out. Able to enjoy what's left of her life outside sex, trying to be the extrovert she always was; her and a few friends and guys are hanging out in a fraternities hot tub, she's actually enjoying herself.

"We have Heather, the life of the party back," Kimmy yelled.

"You really giving up sex," one guy asked.

"Yeah, it's no big deal, one less thing to distract me from my classes."

"Liar... you know you want it," a voice whispered in her ear.

"Can we at least see those tits?"

"Yeah," Heather took her bikini off.

Everybody whoo's, followed by the other girls following.

"Wanna have real fun," the voice asked.

She heard a finger snap nearby. Not now she thinks as her cock grows, she looks down through the water, glimpsing it bobbing up and down. She doesn't lose her smile, playing it off, hoping one of the guys doesn't try anything.

"Hey you okay," another frat boy asked.

"Yeah, jet just hit the right spot. It has been a while."

"Yeah, they always hit me in the ass in that spot, wanna switch?"

"I'm fine, it just surprised me."

"Not bad," the voice said. "Switch with him."

"Yeah, we can switch if you want."

"Cool, I wanna sit next to Christy anyway," he stood.

Heather tried to stay far enough away, scooting by. A guy grabbed her waist near her cock, to help her, she nearly froze as his hand grazed it. She looked at him, he simply winked at her, turning to the other guys

"We shouldn't do this in front of Heather," he started, "might be disrespectful. Come in when your ready and we'll walk you ladies back."

They all left her there, Taylor comes out of nowhere with a grin.

"That was close huh?"

"That guy touched it, I thought I was done for. I thought I was gonna get outed and beat up."

"One can dream. You know what I want..."

"Yeah," she sighs.

She sits on the edge of the hot tub, readying herself.

"Please no crying this time," she leans in for a view.

"I'll try," she starts to stroke herself.

She inhales and exhales heavy with her eyes closed, with a good rhythm going. Her breath shallows. One of the guys looks at the window to check on her, looking down at her and Taylor. Taylor glances up and smiles. He waves Kimmy over and they both take out their phones. By now Heather is half way.

"Aren't you worried about getting caught?"

"Fuck yes, but I can't just sit here all night, I can't go inside to get my clothes." She pants, "I'm stuck."

Tears break free, but she fights it, dipping her hand in the water, stroking it harder, getting closer.

"Such a good girl," Taylor whispers.

"Oh my god," Kimmy yells.

Heather looks up just as she came, shooting her load, moaning hard in to their phones. Her moan breaking in to a loud "fuck" as her body tenses. She turns and looks at Taylor.

"Did they see me, can they see you?!"

"They saw you, and yes they see me."

Heather falls in to the tub, feeling trapped. Kimmy and the frat boy come back outside.

"You do have a dick, I got the whole thing clear as fuck," Kimmy shouts.

"It's her fault." Heather points at Taylor.

"I was just curious why she was here by herself, and walked over to ask."

"No tranny bitches in our hot tub," the frat boy threw her clothes at her.

CHAP7

"I don't know how you hid that, but you need to go. Might want to find some other place to stay, because once the girls see this, you're out."

"The fuck out our tub, before me and the boys yank you out," he threatened.

"I'm going! I'm going!"

"Hide that nasty shit, I don't wanna see that shit again!"

"This is your fault," she yells at Taylor.

"This is all your fault, you were the one jacking it in the hot tub, trying to hide it," Taylor raised an eyebrow.

Heather climbs out, they all cover their faces and don't see her vagina, she pulls her shorts on and shoes, running off crying.

"I hope that creep didn't ruin your night," Taylor said.

"I think we'll be okay. Now that she's gone," he replied.

"I can't believe Denny was right," Kimmy said.

"Ya know... as many dudes as she's been with, I'm surprised nobody noticed, it was pretty big. I was in shock, I've never seen a... shemale in person," Taylor mused.

"I gotta let the boys know."

"Wait till tomorrow... you got real women with you tonight. Have a good one," Taylor walks off.

Eventually she catches up to Heather, finding her crying on a picnic table.

"That was pretty brave of you."

"You made me do it, you knew I was going to get caught, didn't you?"

"Duh. You think I actually care?"

"Why are you fucking with my head?"

"Don't mistake my niceness for kindness, besides, you know why; you could have any guy you wanted, but you always made me a target, stealing mine, for no reason, other than you didn't like me. I was different, not some skinny little whore in to skinny whore shit."

"I can't even have a life! I can't have my friends, I can't enjoy college, you're always hunting me down," Heathers voice cracks.

"Then transfer to another college and start over."

"So what if I like fucking guys, guys treat women the same way."

"I know. I don't care about you or any guy notching their bedpost. I care about it was my guys, I care about everything else that happened because of it. You're just too stupid to see that there are other issues you created. See everything that's happening just because you have a dick... how one little thing turned to chaos? You think all you did was the only thing that happened! You think just teasing me and stealing my fucking men, was just that, not anything worse, that it didn't go deeper than the offense at the surface?!"

Heather takes a swing at her, she flicks her wrist deflecting her punch back at her own face.

"My whole time in college I didn't date anybody because you were here. I avoided you best I could because you were here. Other than Jack, I was alone," she laughs. "So yeah, I am enjoying your fall from grace, I want to do more to you, but haven't thought of anything, yet."

"The only guy that would actually want to be with me, waiting for me to..."

"Stop being a whore... admit it."

"... to stop fucking around, doesn't want me now, I've known him since middle school, we've been off and on between his girlfriends. You make it so I can't fuck anybody, stealing away his chance."

"You being a slut stole away his chances. Now that he would be your only option, you can't have him."

"I'm going to be homeless because of you, I can't go home."

"Tough titties."

"I'll do anything for you, if this all goes away."

"There it is," one of the frat boys yell.

"Hold that thought," she waved a hand over herself, masking her presence.

The boys ran up to Heather, crowding around her as she cowers and cries.

"I'll leave you alone, just go away," she begged.

"We just can't let it go, bro... it's the principles, you understand," he grabbed her.

One of the boys gave her a few punches in the stomach, another punched her in the face. Taylor snapped her fingers, making her cock grow.

"You tricked so many dudes in to fucking you, that ain't cool," one guy said.

"Looks like this is turning it on, gross," face puncher said.

"It's not! It's not," she cried.

The guy holding her, picks her up and slams her on the ground, where they start to kick and stomp, before running off when one spots security in the distance. Heather manages to get on her hands and knees, vomiting.

"Damn... can't say you didn't have that coming," Taylor reappeared.

"Help me," she coughed.

"Might wanna get rid of that," she pointed at her cockprint.

"I don't care, everybody will know by this afternoon," she managed to stand, limping away.

Next day, Taylor was in the café as usual when some guy walked up to her with a grave look mixed with anger and sadness.

"Can I help you?"

"Can we talk outside, it's important?"

"Sure, I guess," Taylor stands.

"Can you please fix Heather, I think you made your point. She came to my dorm completely beat up."

"I know, I was there to witness it."

"Word spread about her, my names Keith, I love her, she doesn't know I was looking for you, I'm doing this myself; please fix her, please, she's suffered enough."