Pervikar

by John Evans

  "Looks like you're it, Per," said Octavia. He looked at Cendri and Gedda who both nodded to him.

  "Okay," he said. "We need to wait until Erik has left. If anything goes wrong, we don't need the addition complication of having him somewhere around here. We'll have to deal with him later. What do we have to tie up this bevy of beauties?"

  The group made their preparations and settled down into their cold beds. Per awoke the next morning to find the sun up and Gedda's bed empty. He roused everyone else and was getting ready to go search for her when she sneaked back in the door.

  "No spanking!" she said quickly as Per took a step towards her. "I waited until the sun was up before sneaking over to the house. They're getting ready to leave."

  Per held up his hands. "Okay, but next time, tell one of us where you are going."

  "I did," countered Gedda seriously. "Only you were snoring too loudly to hear."

  Per just stared at her until Gedda looked a little contrite. "I sneaked into the house just after daybreak. The ghost only comes out at night so I figured it would be safe then. Erik and the woman - Fiona? - were packing their bags. She doesn't remember a thing, but is moving rather stiffly. Erik told her he would be back here in five days. Oh, and it's a good thing I went over there. I erased the tracks you and Karlto left behind last night."

  "We appreciate that," said Per.

  "Five days is not a lot of time," said Gedda. "We might break the curse tonight, but we need a plan as to what to do about Erik."

  "Is he bringing Fiona back?" asked Octavia.

  "I suppose so," replied Gedda. "He told her that they would go hunting."

  "Hunting!" snarled Karlto, who turned away to stamp and swear under his breath.

  "What's wrong?" asked Octavia and then the realization hit her of what Per had told them last night. "Is he really that depraved?"

  "He’s insane," said Per. "Plus incredibly devious. He’s gotten control of the estate, convinced people that the owner left him in charge and is exacting his revenge on a dead woman. We'll never get any of the townspeople to believe us without proof."

  "We could bring them here and the ghost could tell them," suggested Cendri.

  "Not if we break the curse first," replied Pawl. "She won't be here after that. If we hold off breaking the curse, those that don't run away in fright will probably accuse us of her murder."

  "She also may not manifest for a group of men. If we bring in townswomen…" There was no doubt about the end of Octavia's warning.

  "There's also a good chance that they will not let us back in here to break the curse no matter what happens," said Per. "We'll have to break the curse and then try to deal with Erik."

  "Wait a minute!" interrupted Gedda. "I've got a plan."

  Everyone huddled around as she explained what she had in mind. As she finished, Gedda sat back and waited for comments.

  "When Hell freezes over!" exploded Cendri. "Not no, but Hell no!"

  "Octavia's too, uh, busty," argued Gedda. "I'm too thin."

  The next hour was spent convincing Cendri to do her part of the plan. Per sent Gedda over to the manor house to watch Erik and Fiona. She soon returned to report that they had packed up and were riding off. Everyone moved back into the kitchen where Per relit the fire.

  "Where do you want to do this, old boy?" asked Karlto.

  "I'd say the master bedroom where she was killed," said Pawl before Per could respond.

  "Seems appropriate," added Per.

  They located three large heavy chairs and carried them up to the bedroom. Karlto started a fire in the fireplace as Per brought in a stool for himself. "I say, I'm heading over to the gardener's hut to start a fire over there. Pawl and I thought it best if we stayed out of the house until morning."

  "Good move," said Per. "I would like to have you two outside to keep away any unexpected visitors. I think I'm going to get enough surprises tonight as it is."

  "You can count on us," said Karlto.

  They ate an early dinner and trooped upstairs to get the women tied on to the chairs. Octavia was helping Karlto tie Gedda when she felt something.

  "What's this?" she asked, tapping Gedda on the sleeve.

  "Oh, crap. I forgot that one," fumed Gedda as she pulled a thin razor out of her sleeve.

  "Any others?" asked Karlto.

  Gedda checked herself over and found another razor and a lockpick. Octavia patted herself down and found a garrote wire in her belt that she had overlooked.

  "Gentlemen, out!" commanded Octavia. "Per, I need three large sacks from downstairs."

  Per grabbed the sacks and gave them to Octavia, who took them and closed the bedroom door. He looked out the window. The sun was about an hour away from setting.

  It was only a short while later before Octavia called the men back into the bedroom. They re-entered and stopped dead in their tracks. Octavia's short black hair matched the short black shift she was wearing. Her large breasts had stretched the material tight across her bosom, which caused the shift to ride up and barely cover her ass. Cendri's ash-blond hair hung down to frame her face. Her deep blue shift fitted her perfectly, but it was so sheer that it was a virtually see-through. Gedda's shift was emerald-green and plunged down to her navel in the front. The three sacks were now full on the floor.

  "All our gear is in the bags," said Octavia. "We had to take off everything to make sure we couldn't hide anything. We borrowed clothing from the dressers."

  "Uh, couldn't you find something more appropriate?" asked Per.

  "I like it," whispered Pawl to Karlto, who could only shake his head in agreement.

  Octavia looked down at her shift and then looked over at Gedda and Cendri. She gasped in surprise and tried to pull the shift lower over her shapely legs to no avail. Cendri also gasped in surprise and did the classic one leg stand, with one leg slightly raised and bent as her hands cover her pubic mound and breasts. Gedda crossed her arms over her breasts and turned around, blushing furiously.

  "Oh, Gods!" cried out Octavia. "I didn't even realize! We'll get changed!"

  "We don't have time," said Per, cutting her off. "The ghost! She must have the power to influence you, even if she can't possess you now. Sit down! We have to get you tied up."

  The three women were soon securely fastened to their chairs. Their arms and legs were tied down in two places each and rope was tied around their waists to the back of the chair. Only half the sun was visible on the horizon when they finished.

  "Per, I'm so sorry," apologized Octavia as he stared out the window.

  He smiled at her. "We said it was going to be a test of wills. She's going to pull every trick in the book. Let's just say she got off a good first volley."

  "Huh? What do you mean by that?" asked a confused Cendri.

  "We see you three dressed in armor all day," said Per. "When we camp and get ready for bed, none of us think twice about stripping down and going to sleep. Seeing you in these, uh, er, those…"

  "Shifts," supplied Octavia.

  "Thanks. Seeing you in those shifts is quite different. Karlto and Pawl are probably dumping handfuls of snow down their pants right now."

  The girls laughed and Per moved away from the window to sit on the stool.

  "Oh, Per," exclaimed Gedda, "I have to go to the toilet. Would you release me for a second?"

  "No, I can't," replied Per.

  "Per!" pleaded Gedda. "I don't want to pee all over the floor. C'mon, Per, it's getting worse."

  "Go on the floor," said Per flatly.

  "Octavia?" pleaded Gedda turning to Octavia for help.

  "Can't you let her use a chamber pot?" asked Octavia.

  "The sun has set," said Per, flatly.

  Octavia looked at Gedda as if she had never seen her before. "Nice try, if you're the ghost. If you're not, then you should know better than to ask him to release us."

  "But I'm not possessed!" cried out Gedda.

  "Don't listen to her, Per," warned Cendri. "She can't fig
ht three of us, no matter whose body she is in."

  Gedda's eyes widened and then her head slumped down. A white smoky shadow flitted from her body to Octavia's. Octavia gasped before her head also slumped forward. The shadow then flew into Cendri's body.

  "Much better," said Cendri. "Now we are alone. Per, you know what the curse is. Are you willing to put these women through that torment? That misery?"

  "They decided to do this as you well know," answered Per. "What I want is for you to be at peace."

  "What I want is a piece of that hard cock you have between your legs," said Cendri with a seductive smile. "I have a nice body. Imagine me squirming underneath you as your huge cock slides into my waiting womb. It was good the first time."

  "I was paralyzed the first time," said Per. "You could paralyze me again, but then you wouldn't get free of the ropes."

  "Where are the other two gentlemen? Maybe they would like to come up and play?"

  "They're out of the house and won't return until sunup," Per told her.

  "They'd come if I screamed," said Cendri with a smile.

  "So, scream," suggested Per.

  Per was not ready for the blood-curdling scream that Cendri gave forth. He waited anxiously to hear any noise of Karlto or Pawl barging into the house to come to the rescue. As the seconds passed, not a sound was heard beyond the crackling of the fire in the fireplace. Cendri's face lost some of its self-assurance as the minutes ticked silently by.

  "Well, it seems you were right," the ghost said finally. "Now you have three bound women at your mercy. You can do anything to us that you want. My cunt aches for you. It's so hot and wet. It's just waiting to be filled by your hard shaft."

  "I want you to depart from my friends and never return," said Per. "I won't take advantage of them."

  "But don't you see, Per. She needs it. Her body is burning with the flames of desire."

  Cendri's body was indeed flush and her hard nipples visibly poked out the sheer blue material of the shift. Per could detect a little tremor racing through her body every now and then.

  "No," he said. "She does not need it. You do. I won't make love to you using her body."

  Cendri's head slumped down and a second later Gedda's head came up. "Maybe you like them thin," said the ghost within her body. "Do you remember how tight she was? That orgasm was the most intense one she has ever experienced."

  "You experienced it," said Per as he stoked the fire. "Gedda did not remember a thing about it."

  "You remember, though. Think of that tight pussy squeezing your cock." Gedda squirmed in her chair and one of her small breasts popped out of her shift. "While you are thinking about it, why don't you come over here and suck on this? I won't even ask you to untie me."

  "No, leave her alone," said Per uncomfortably.

  He stood up and walked behind Gedda. As he did so, he realized his cock was starting to stiffen. Gedda's head had slumped back down and Octavia was now looking at him from the side.

  "Ooooo, someone's getting hard," cooed Octavia. She scooted her butt so that her shift rode up, exposing her black pubic mound and glistening pussy. "Ram it in, Per. I can take all of it. Fill me with your thick seed."

  It went on and on like that. Per was bombarded by suggestions, innuendoes and outright demands. He rejected everything from Octavia's offer to let him fuck her up the ass to Cendri's request that she be allowed to eat out Octavia's pussy to Gedda's request for a glass of water. Per had no idea what the ghost wanted with a glass of water, but he decided that it was better if he just denied her everything. As the night wore on, the ghost was getting more and more desperate. She tried breaking the chairs and picking at the ropes to get free. It was all to no avail.

  Per's eyes were heavy and felt sandy as he looked out the window at the lightening sky. He was wrung out emotionally. All the women were breathing heavily. Their bodies were soaked in sweat and their shifts clung to every curve of their body. The musky scent of their sex permeated the air. Octavia was staring at Per with lust, her body trembling, as her hands clenched the arms of the chair. She suddenly sagged forward.

  "You've won," she said wearily. "I can do no more. Please, if you have any compassion, protect my niece. You know she is in the clutches of that bastard Erik. He'll abuse and destroy her."

  Octavia's eyes flickered back and forth as if she was thinking. "You have a plan. Promise me you'll take care of her."

  "I can't promise anything," said Per tiredly. "We will do our best to protect your niece, but for her sake and not yours."

  "That is all I can ask for," said the ghost.

  Suddenly Octavia's body leaned forward, causing her huge breasts to swing down and out. She gasped as her fingers pinched her hard right nipple as they grasped at the shift fabric. The ghost gathered the fabric in her hand and then suddenly jerked upward, tearing Octavia’s thin shift asunder. Her breasts bounced free and stood straight out at Per.

  "My final request," said the ghost. "I want to taste your cum. I never have swallowed before and Octavia thinks your sperm is delicious. You don't have to untie me and I won't do a thing to try to get free. Just spurt between these breasts so I can taste it before I die again."

  Per took a step forward, stopped and shook himself with a start. "Reasonable last request, until you take my lust craze into the effect. Once I cum, I would physically tear the chairs apart to fuck and cum again. The answer is still no!"

  ”Damn you! Damn you! Damn you!" cursed the ghost, banging the chair and struggling to get free. "Release me. You were a prisoner once. Remember the taste when you were freed?"

  "You are not being held by us," said Per. "You're held here by the curse placed on you. We are trying to free you."

  "You piece of…" The ghost suddenly screamed as the sun peeked over the horizon and a golden beam lanced through the window to strike all three women. Octavia writhed in her chair and then slumped forward as the shadowy form of the ghost was pulled out of her body. Per just stared as the wispy form solidified into the shape of the woman in the portrait.

  "I'm free," came the eerie, haunting voice of the dead woman. "I'm really free! All the compulsion, all the need… everything is gone. Do you really think you can save my niece?"

  "We'll try our best," said Per, still wary of the ghost.

  "Please, be at ease," said the spectral voice. "The curse is broken. If it was not, I would never be able to stay this long out of another woman's body."

  Per allowed himself to relax. "We will do what we can for your niece. You do know what we have planned?"

  "When I had to possess a body, I received some of their memories. It was not always accurate, but I have a general outline of your plan. I have placed some of my memories in Cendri's mind. They will fade in about two weeks, but should help her with the plan. Will you permit me to touch you? There are no tricks and I feel my time is getting short."

  "Remember this," warned Per. "If this is a trick, we can do this again tonight for as long as it takes."

  "I understand your apprehension, but rest assured. The curse is broken, but, since we are warning one another, if you fail my niece, I will come back to haunt you in unimaginable horror."

  Per started to laugh. "As long as we understand each other."

  The ghost moved forward and her form melted into Per's body. He felt a clammy chill as she entered his body. Suddenly, images flooded into his mind. He saw the ghost as a young woman being killed and Erik incanting the curse from a piece of paper over her body. He saw the malicious glee the man took from tormenting the ghost and the couple of dozen women he had brought here to be possessed by the ghost in fulfillment of the curse. He witnessed Erik tell the ghost how he had taken control of all her property and how he was holding her niece as a hostage. Erik subjected the bodies of the women inhabited by the ghost to all sorts of perversions - anal, oral, bondage, bestiality. The images faded and Per found himself in a white non-dimensional space devoid of any features or attributes.

  The gho
st slowly materialized in front of him, but not in her transparent form. Her smooth cream-colored skin was solid and her hair was not the pale reddish-white film, but a rich vibrant red. Her green eyes stared at Per with concern. She wore the expensive purple gown she had worn on the night she died.

  "Hello, Per," she said in a rich voice quite unlike the haunting voice he had heard earlier. "You now know most of what Erik has done to me. We are meeting within your body where I more or less have substance. I hope the memories I have given you will aid you. Please, convey my regrets and thanks to Octavia, Cendri and Gedda, both for what I did to them and for what they did for me."

  "I'll tell them," said Per.

  "It's sad that I will never experience what they felt when they are making love," mused the ghost.

  "But you were in their bodies when you were with Karlto, Pawl and I," said Per.

  The woman smiled. "I experienced what their bodies were feeling. Every person's body is different. I should know, I was in enough of them. I died a virgin. I was proud, unfeeling and had no regard for others. The curse, at least, drove all of that out of me. I will never experience for myself what sex was like."

  "We could try it here, if you want," said Per.

  "What?" asked the startled girl.

  "I said we could try it here, if you want to," repeated Per. "I don't know if it is possible, but you did say you had substance here."

  The woman stepped forward, her eyes wide. Trembling, she tentatively touched Per's chest. She gasped and almost swooned as she felt the hard muscle under his shirt. She began to frantically paw at his clothing to try to get them off him. Per grasped her arms to stop her. "Whoa! Slow down!" he said smiling. "You're not under the curse anymore."

  He bent down and kissed her. She clung to him and returned his kiss fervently. Per gently licked her ear causing her to shiver and clutch her fingers to his arms. He easily reached around behind her and started to unlace her dress. As the top loosened, he pulled the dress down off her shoulders and trapped her arms by her side. Her pale round breasts sprang into view. Per gently stroked them with his fingers bringing out a moan of delight from the woman as her nipples hardened.