The Curse Pt. 01: A Noblash Story

Despite his story of forgetfulness, he didn't seem to recognize the changes that had happened to his body. She realized that it had to be related to the curse somehow. Something was wrong with his mind.

"Ch, Cham, I'm so sorry, but your Da is g g gone. All the men but you are gone. Do do don't you remember? She she she turned them all into pigs!"

"What? Who did?"

"The sorceress."

"What sorceress?"

It was then that she realized his memory was truly messed up. She told him that she would explain later... And that he needed to get cleaned up and get some fresh clothes, he shouldn't be walking around in rags. She dutifully poured him a bath and layed out some of Elmer's old clothes and towels on the bed and she shut the door.

She breathed heavily as she washed and put away the dishes for the next few minutes. She was flushed just being around him. Her body seemed alive. Although she was flat chested, she could feel her small nipples at attention under her blouse. She didn't know what was going on, but it was intoxicating being in the same house as this young man. She realized that she didn't want him to leave. There were no other men in the village and once he left, she would be on her own again. Even with Elmer being as bad as he was, she was scared of being alone, and she couldn't believe how attractive this boy had become.

"Mistress Faye?", he heard him ask in a low voice. "Can you, uh... come here?"

She opened the door and walked into the room, thinking he just needed help putting away the towels. She was not prepared for what she encountered.

Cham stood stark naked in the middle of the room. He was looking over at Elmers overalls on the bed. "Can you... Um... help? Um... me fig... Uh... out how to put this on? I seem to... Uh... how these work?"

She was frozen in place. His body was like an adonis. Every muscle was chiseled and well formed. But even more than that, she couldn't pry her eyes away from his huge swinging member. It had to have been at least 10 inches long, and it wasn't even hard. It was extremely thick and swung from his body like an extra appendage.

"Mistress Faye?" he looked over at her. "Are you ok?" He walked over to her and reached down with both hands to shake her shoulders. She was so short and he had grown so tall, that standing in front of him, she was only half his height, her face was dead-even with his crotch and her eyes were locked on his large penis.

Cham shook her gently. "Mistress Faye? Wha... what wrong?" he asked innocently, oblivious to his nakedness, it was obvious that whatever had stolen his memory had also stolen his common sense. But Faye was unresponsive as he shook her shoulders lightly... She stared at his cock and seemed locked in a mental struggle of some kind.

Almost every single day of Faye's married life, Elmer had sexually used her in some way. You would probably reason that this would make Faye absolutely hate sex and all that it entails. However, it was almost the opposite, because of her inherited libido, like most of the women in the realm she struggled with her own horniness most of the time. Add to that her veritable lifetime of constant sexual experiences, she had to learn how to accept her role, and eventually even learn to enjoy it in a strange way.

It hadn't started with Elmer, sex had been part of her life from the moment she had become 'a woman' on her naming day. Prior to that, she had been given up as an ugly worthless child that would never amount to anything. Growing up in the outskirts, she was already considered a low born and due to her stature and unattractiveness, she had been horribly marginalized even more than others.

Evidently, there had been an 'incident' when she was younger that she did not seem to remember very well. When her naming day came and her eyes never turned blue, everyone knew that she was damaged goods. Her own family traded her to pay off gambling debts. And she entered into a sad life of sexual experiences with strange old men that simply used her and then traded her again and again to pay off a debt. She had lost count of the men she had been with. A normal woman may have been destroyed by this treatment, but for Faye, she reveled in the attention, even if it was brutal. Regardless of her brown eyes, she never grew less horny, and her extremely high libido helped her to not only tolerate the sex, but come to enjoy it. When she was twenty she was finally traded to Elmer who actually decided to marry her... Not because he loved her, but because as a drunk old batchelor he was always getting in more trouble than most and after the last wreckless bar fight, the Mayor had threatened him to settle down and try to be respectable, or they would run him off for good. Even as ugly as she was, and being brown eyed, she still made him seem more legitimate, and since he already owned her, he simply married her.

In a world where everyone was incredibly horny, sex really was a way of life, it encompassed everything. It's was a simple result of breeding. When sexuality is mandated by the nobility, increased libido simply becomes the end result of everyone who is born. The Folk who lived outside of Noblash still had the same increased libido as their better looking brethren. Regardless of their appearance and lack of size, just like Noblash proper, all the men and women of NorthGlen were far more sexual than the rest of the world. It was in their blood and Elmer was no exception, just like her, he was horny all the time. Usually he was partially drunk, and usually he was unwashed. He forced Faye to orally service him almost every day and then lick him clean, sometimes he made her clean his nethers entirely with her mouth, making sure that she spent a long time licking and loving his balls and asshole.

It had become so routine for her that it was as natural as doing the dishes or the laundry, she grew used to his body and over time she became immune to her disgust, so it didn't bother her anymore. He required her to wear a huge brassiere stuffed with cotton all the time, night and day, so he could fantasize and pretend she was attractive in some way. Whenever a charlatan came to town proffering a new potion or spell or enchantment that might make her breasts grow, her ass bubbly, or her face better to look at, he lined up with the rest of the suckers to spend his money and then forced her to drink the potions or perform whatever stupid hex he had bought. They were all invariably failures... Just tricks or jokes that preyed on the men's weaknesses, several of them had backfired, giving her horrible acne, or causing her pudgy hands and feet to swell up. But nothing had ever made her more attractive in any way.

The walls of their small shabby cottage were decorated with erotic paintings and drawings of profoundly overdeveloped females. Some of them purported to be current or past nobles that ruled up in Noblash. They were sometimes dressed in elaborate couture dresses with layers of beautiful cloths and amazing detail. All of them were blessed with gigantic breasts, tiny waists, full round posteriors and gorgeous faces. Some of the drawings were even more extreme. Imaginary nude women or even nymphs with outlandishly huge breasts in various sex scenes. Always being penetrated or prostrated by a man or beast with an insanely huge penis. On their mantle stood a wood carved woman with these same extreme proportions. Elmer loved collecting this pornography and every time a peddler came through their town, he would be first to line up to spend his hard earned wages to buy another graphic piece. Faye would find herself staring at the artwork and fantasizing that she was one of those women. Her head swam with dreams and hopes that were a constant reminder of something that she would never be. When Elmer wasn't around, she used to cry and wonder what she had done wrong. She wished with all of her heart to be as beautiful, sexual and ripe as those women. She would love to be admired by everyone and lusted after by every man who saw her. It's what she wanted most in the world.

When Elmer was younger, he made her suck him sometimes five or six times a day as well as have sex with him every night - if you could call it that... Apparently, Elmers manhood was small in comparison to the men in Noblash, although she had no comparison, since she had never been allowed to be around any man with a ring. He was definitely smaller than the huge depictions shown in all of his pornography collection. His erect cock was easily 5" long and decently thick. However, in their world, he was way too small to be respected. When she sucked him off, he could barely last a few minutes, but he certainly did have a high sex drive, she would give him that.

But Elmer was an evil pervert, like most men in NorthGlen, and when he was in a crazy mood he forced her to do things that showed his dominance over her. Most times he just beat her up or pinched her nose hard and tried to gag her with his dick... Not allowing her to breathe. He would yell, "you like that, lil piggy?! I know what you want! You want one of them big pricks like those Violet-rings have up in Noblash!"

He threatened this same thing all the time... She would shake her head no and try to tell him he was enough, as she sucked on his "tiny" penis. But he would only become enraged in his drunken stupor.

"Don't you talk back to me!" And he'd smack her hard in the face while he jizzed in her mouth and she sucked him dry. He'd push her on the ground and keep yelling at her.

"Your lil piggy holes needs to be taught a lesson! Go get the dong, lil' piggy!"

"N n n no Elmer... Pp p please no!" she'd cry and beg. - Well at least she used to cry for real back when he first started using the dong on her.

What Elmer called the 'dong' was actually an immense, silky-smooth rubber dildo that he had won gambling. Elmer claimed, and probably rightly-so, that it was a sex toy used by the large-cocked Nobles from up north. Each man up in Noblash was fitted with matching rings on his penis and ring-finger. The color and brightness of his ring indicated his size and sexual prowess. The rings were enchanted, so they always told the truth about the man, and the color of the rings helped establish the hierarchy of the society which also helped men to pursue desirable women. Women were prized for their breast size, extreme proportions and overall sexuality. Gorgeous women with gigantic breasts, small waists and juicy bottoms ruled the county and begat children who were also famously endowed. Just like the paintings on her walls, Faye had heard that there were women so large that they could barely walk. And just like the small-men, most of the flat and ugly women were forced to leave Noblash and live outside its border in a disrespectful town like NorthGlen, the only exceptions were hedge witches and certain daughters of the nobility.

The colors of the rings were based on the rainbow, ranging from red to violet. Red rings were the lowest and smallest, but even they were large compared to the common "small"-men like Elmer who could not wear rings because of their relative "small" size. From what she had learned, red men were at least ten inches in length erect and and thicker than a lemon. Smaller men could try to be fitted... But somehow the rings could sense the size of the man... And they wouldn't bind to them. Small men were banished from the kingdom, or castrated if they fought back, and they all ended up places like NorthGlen, out where the protection from the magic of Noblash was the thinnest from the evil creatures that lurked in the forest and sought to feed off of human prey. Every man and woman in NorthGlen was obsessed with dick and breast size, but the men in their jealousy took it out on their women in various ways.

The dong was easily as long as her forearm, had a rounded head like a small apple with a slightly narrower neck that gradually increased in girth until it was as thick as a wine bottle towards the base. The whole thing was slightly curved like a huge squash and had a handle on the base that Elmer could grip and use the thing on her like he was sawing wood. When he first used it on her, she was scared to death. He was drunker than she had ever seen and he had brought the thing home like a trophy from his night out gambling. He was so excited to use it on her he tied her up so she couldn't escape. She could barely get it in her mouth and she thought he was going to kill her with it as he rammed the rubber penis against the back of her throat over and over. He laughed as she gagged and vomited all over herself, but he wasn't done. He flipped her easily onto the bed and pulled down her shift over her flat ugly bottom and wore out both of her holes well into the night until he passed out next to her on the bed. For whatever reason, using the dong on her made him feel more manly, and he loved when she would cry and beg for him to stop.

However, after years of rough use, lost teeth, jaw stretching and lots of practice, the dong no longer bothered her, she was able to take the whole thing in her ass all the way up to the handle and most of it in her painfully stretched-out vagina. She secretly started enjoying it's girth in her tiny holes and she would practice with it when he was away, bringing herself to better and better orgasms. Of course, she never let Elmer know that she liked it, after all, he didn't like her enjoying herself and he would have beat her senseless if he ever found out that she was having orgasms from the giant thing. So she continued her little charade of fear and pain whenever he used it on her. She had learned how to suppress her gag reflex, and after her jaw had been stretched out for years, he could get most of it down her throat if he pushed hard enough.

But this huge flaccid cock in front of her was completely different. Cham's manhood was nothing like she had ever seen, it was wide and veined and impossibly big. This was the type of cock that Elmer had abused her over, the type that men with Green or Blue Rings had up in Noblash. She drooled at the sight of it. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Cham wasn't supposed to be like this, it must be the curse - or blessing more like! And she could feel some sort of magic from the black cock ring working on her... Calling her towards his penis. She wondered briefly what the black could signify, she had never heard of it before. There seemed to be tiny moon shapes engraved on his huge cock ring.

Staring at it, she couldn't imagine anything that would piss of old Elmer more than if the very thing he was jealous of actually came true? Could this lil piggy actually get lucky with something this big?

It was so automatic, like she had done it a thousand times before. She simply reached up with her pudgy hands and grabbed his long soft dick and slurped it into her mouth and sucked it all the way down to the base, past the glowing black ring. She was enthralled that her small fat fingers one one hand could not even encircle half of the fat rod.

"Wha! Mistress Faye! What are you doing?" exclaimed Cham. "No, you mustn't!"

He tried to push her away from him. But she had pushed her thin chapped lips all the way past the glowing cock ring and she bit down with her brown teeth and gums on the metal of the ring. Her hands quickly gripped and massaged his large testicles. They were as big as oranges and her soft, fat hands squeezed and stroked them roughly.

"Wait! Wait" he said nervously. All the while trying to force her back away from his cock. But it tasted so good and felt so wonderful in her mouth, she just sucked harder, desperately smashing her bulbous nose into his pubic bone.

Suddenly, she could feel him start to harden in her mouth as she used her talented throat to pulse the head. The shaft thickened to an amazing girth, ballooning in her mouth like a summer sausage and cutting off her air supply but she only increased her ministrations as she milked the giant organ. She felt it growing deeply and expanding down her throat.

"Mistress Faye! O God! What is happening!" his eyes rolled in his sockets and he stopped pushing her shoulders away. Instead he shifted his large hands to her head, gripping her tight bun and starting to guide her face back and forth along the mighty shaft. Realizing that she had won, she un-clamped her teeth from the ring and allowed him to slide her mouth back and forth along the wet monster.

"This feels so good, oh Mistress Faye!" he grunted, pulling her head back and forth along his too-large meat as he fucked her face like a machine, "yes! please keep going!" She had no intent on stopping him, she allowed him to pull the huge member almost all the way out, it was easily over a 14 inches long, and thicker than her forearm. Her mouth was wide open and expanded to take the beast, and her lifetime of practice being forced to deepthroat the large dong had made her the perfect fuck-receptacle for his manhood.

He sped up, roughly ramming his rod down her throat, he couldn't stop, regardless of how ugly she looked, her wet slippery mouth was hot and amazing. Finally, after what seemed to be a solid ten minutes of brutal ramming, he grunted and pulled her face roughly all the way down the shaft and came into her throat. She could feel his urethra spasming, and she kneaded his balls while he spurted at least six or seven huge loads into her stomach.

The ring on his cock and finger glowed brightly and pulsed with each orgasm. She felt a burning in her stomach and a wave of euphoria caressed her body. She instantly began to orgasm from the hot seed. She had never felt anything like this before.

Staggering from the event, Cham slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, with a pop, strings of wet goo and saliva dripped everywhere. He stumbled back a few steps and sat down hard on the bed and then fell back onto his back, breathing heavy and still lightly spasming with aftershocks.

"Wow, Mistress... uh... Faye... that was... um... good..." he said with his eyes closed.

But Faye wasn't paying attention. Something was happening to her. Her mind seemed to speed up a little... Things seemed a bit clearer. And she could feel changes happening to her body. It was like her whole figure was plunged into warm water. She felt things moving around, her face was hot and didn't feel right. Her eyes were still locked on his mighty shaft which was only partially hard and bobbed and pulsed with blood from his heartbeat. Her job was not over... Elmer never let her just stop after he came. Her body was on fire, and she was becoming even hornier by the moment.

Taking the initiative, she walked over and began cleaning his gooey manhood with her mouth. She worked fast and before he knew it her face was buried down deep slurping all of the juices and sweat from his balls and chode. From his vantage point, he could only barely see the top of her head. Perhaps it was his state of mind, but her hair seemed less gray and much more sandy blonde than he just remembered.

Her ministrations worked because in less than a minute, his shaft plumped back up and became fully turgid again. His hormones raged through his body uncontrollably, and he couldn't find the resolve to hold back. In his memory, he tried to remember being so resilient and ready to go again so soon. But his memory wasn't working and all that seemed to matter was getting off again, and she seemed as good as the next thing. He stood up, stepping over her tiny frame and got behind her, lifted her easily by her armpits and threw her onto the bed. She didn't fight back, she was used to this type of treatment. Instead, she reached down and pulled her long skirt up over her body while she crouched on all four limbs to present her ugly misshapen rear to the young man.