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This story of sex, magic, and bathing is owned, copyrighted and
so forth by me, Shon Richards.  Please don't make any money from
it, okay? 

The entire story has been written and will be posted on a fairly
regular schedule until completion.  If you enjoy it, please drop
me an email at <a
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as your lovely comments is the only payment this writer
receives.

More of my stories can be found at
http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/

The Seven Curses of Hannah:
Part Five

By Shon Richards


Hannah soaked in her bathtub. The water was as hot as she could
stand it. The CD player filled the room with random selections of
her favorite songs. The lights were off, and two candles
flickered in the darkness. It was only 9 in the morning, but she
had already had a rough day.

"What a fucking pig sty," Adam had yelled over breakfast.

Work had called him this morning. Some disaster was happening.
They needed Adam right away. These kinds of things happened more
frequently lately, but that was the price Adam paid for his
high-paying job. Sometimes, he handled it like a martyr, moaning
about the fact that he was the only one smart enough and talented
enough to handle these disasters. 

But then there was his other response.

"When's the last time you vacuumed? I swear this dust ball has
been here for a month!"

"We're still out of light butter? You know this shit butter makes
me congested!"

"Why the fuck is the laundry not done yet?"

"What the hell did you do with your hair?"

That last question was the one that hurt the most. With all that
had happened to her, what he'd finally noticed were the new
colors in her hair. He didn't notice the soreness she had from
all the orgasms. He didn't notice how guilty she had felt. The
asshole only noticed that his damn house wasn't as pretty as he
was used to. It was searching for something else to criticize
that finally made him notice her hair.

Hannah retreated to the bathroom after he was gone. Before she
had videogames and chores to fill her day, for that matter,
before she had even been married, she used to retreat to a warm,
soothing bath. It was a habit she'd picked up when she was a
teenager. When her parents brought up her weight and lack of
dates one too many times, the bathroom was the only place she had
been able to go to escape their helpful advice. 

The hot water cradled her. Her body felt smaller submerged in
water. She sunk down until her chin was under water. Her knees
came up, rising from the water like wet cliffs. Both of her
nipples also peeked out, hard and red from the hot water. She
felt her tension melt away.

She forgot about the house.

She forgot about Adam.

She forgot about the curse.

The water pulled her down. Some great suction pulled at her, and
the water went over her. Her head was dunked down and Hannah just
managed to hold her breath in time. The water held onto her,
somehow holding her arms and legs down so she couldn't get up. As
her head went down, her breasts emerged from the water and
wobbled on the surface.

Hannah's head was pulled up from the water. Her body was still
pinned, but at least she could grab some air.

"Holy shit!" she yelled. She was angry. All of the calm she had
gathered after Adam left was gone. Now she was just pissed.
"Drowning isn't sexy!"

A rattle came from her sink. The small basket of hair clips and
barrettes rattled as if something were alive in it. She watched
as most of her hair clips came floating out of the basket. It
wasn't all of her hair pins, and it took her a moment to
understand which clips were flying. They all had teeth or
something that could open and close.

The hair clips flew and hovered over Hannah's nude, wet body.
They circled, closing and opening over her. She tried to move,
but the water sapped all of her strength, making her an observer
of her own torment.

The water pulled her back down under the water. It was slow this
time, and she took a deep breath to hold her. She wasn't afraid.
She was helpless, and her face was under water, but for some
reason, she was unafraid. Curiosity and a sudden heat between her
thighs made her want to see how this played out. 

Once again, her breasts rose from the water as her head was
dunked. As soon as her breasts were exposed, the flying hair
clips attacked. They dived down like angry wasps. Plastic teeth
bit into her flesh. Her biggest hair pins fastened cold metal
around her nipples. As more of her breasts were exposed, more of
her clips attacked. Her tits were covered, and not a single clip
was holding on gently to her tender flesh.

Her head was kept under water. She had thought it would hurt more
than it did. The pinpoints of pain were more like love bites.
Even the big clips that had her nipples were no harsher than
Adam's hardest bite. It was the need to breathe that worried her.
How long was she going to be kept down?

The hair clips flew off, and before Hannah could react, her head
was suddenly pushed upward. She gasped for air before gasping
from the sensation of having her bitten tits submerged in the hot
water. She grabbed a mauled breast and examined it. It was
covered in plastic teeth marks but otherwise unharmed. 

"Was that it?" she asked.

The water pulled her back down. The hair clips attacked again.
Before she'd thought they were harsh, but now she appreciated how
gentle they had been. The clips this time came down with a
vengeance. They pinched. They sunk into her. They nibbled. 

The big clips were the worst. This time, they clamped around her
nipples and twisted. She fought to keep from screaming under the
water. Her nipples were on fire, being twisted and pulled without
mercy.

Worse, every twist of the clips on her nipples was sending
shockwaves between her thighs. Hannah's pussy came to life. The
more her breasts suffered, the more her pussy wanted to be
touched. The more the tiny barrettes nibbled her tits, the more
her pussy wanted to be nibbled as well. All this attention on her
tits just reminded her how long it has been since she had been
truly taken. She tried to move her hands to her pussy, but the
water's curious strength still held her. There was no escape for
Hannah, neither literally nor sexually.

The water released her. She emerged, once again gasping for air
while the clips flew around her. Horny, she reached between her
legs and stroked herself. She groaned at the bliss.

She stroked once.

She stroked twice.

On her third stroke, the water reclaimed her.

This time, however, Hannah's ass was lifted up as her head went
down. Like some great waterspout, her ass was lifted up in the
air. She kicked her legs in the air and struggled to keep some
sort of balance. It was hard to hold her breath like this, even
harder now because she didn't know why she was being held in this
position.

The hair clips attacked. They landed on her calves. Each one
latched onto her with merciless plastic teeth as rows of
barrettes worked their way up her calves to her thighs, to her
pussy and right onto her clit.

"Fuck!" she yelled under the water. Sweet, unbelievable,
wonderful pain exploded from her clitoris, quickly replaced by
the warmest, most powerful surge of desire she had ever felt. She
was being bitten, eaten and devoured. 

She climaxed. It happened so fast. She felt it coming, and before
she could do anything, she climaxed with a yell. As soon as she
cried out, her body was released, and she rose out of the water.
She tried to stand on shaking legs, but she couldn't get any
purchase. 

She shivered in her hot bath water. All around her the hair clips
floated. The magic was gone. The marks on her thighs and breasts
were still there. Also still there were the pounding heart and
ragged breathing.

She sank back down into the water, and closed her eyes. She
didn't bother to look for the new lock of hair. She didn't want
to see it. She didn't want to think about curses, Samuel or how
the pain and hot water had given her a better orgasm than Adam
ever gave her. This was her bath time. This was her refuge. All
of that could wait. For now, she just wanted to escape and
relax.

A hair clip floated past her chin. Another shiver went down her
body. She sighed. She knew she would never relax here again. 

To be continued,

 



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