I happened to click thru a movie over the weekend and watched about 5 minutes. It wasn’t a very good movie and I went on to something else. But that scene stuck in my mind and it somehow connected in my imagination to my earlier story, A Wizard’s Life, and bang a new story flashed to life. So here it is. The movie was named Thinner, but I wouldn't bother watching it.

Reversing the Curse

I was in my bookstore, putting some new books which had just arrived onto the shelves when the front bell tinkled as a man entered. I glanced up to see a face in pain, not just physical pain but mortal pain. I looked with the Sight and saw a great evil surrounding him like a cloud. “May I help you?” I asked.

He glanced around. “I need a book. A book on removing a curse,” he said, nervously.

“What sort of curse?” I asked.

“A gypsy curse,” he answered, trembling.

I could see he was at his physical limit of strength and I led him to a chair. “Sit, would you like some tea?”

“No, no thank you,” he said.

“You are?”

“Billy.”

I sat, “Billy, tell me what happened?”

He mumbled for a moment. Unable to tell me so I said a small spell to help clear his mind and he started telling his story.

It was almost four months ago. I was driving downtown and my wife was feeling frisky. She unfastened her seatbelt, gave me this lecherous smile and bent over my lap, unzipping me and pulling out my cock. She started sucking me off. God it was glorious. I know, it isn’t the best place for that but can you stop a woman who is giving you head? Of course not. Right as I was climaxing a woman walked out from between two cars and distracted, I couldn’t stop, hitting her. She hit her head on the street. There was nothing I could do. I would have hit her even if I wasn’t getting a blow job.

The cops investigated and looked at everything and they said I had no chance to stop in time and ruled it an accident. But the woman was the wife of a Gypsy leader. He cursed me and my wife. I used to weigh three hundred fifty pounds. Look at me, I weigh one-sixty now. No matter how much I eat I keep losing weight. He cursed my wife too. She kept seeing the dead woman all the time, in her dreams, at work, at home. It drove her crazy and she killed herself.

I went to the man, Taduz Lemke is his name, and begged him to take away the curse but he refused. Look at my hand. He tore away the bandages to show a hole right through his palm. His daughter shot this hole in my hand. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Billy had, unknowingly, a stroke of unimaginable luck for while my wife is a priestess of the ancient Druid ways I am a trained Wizard. I went and got out my manual of spells and looked up wasting away spells. There were several. I found one that could have been used by the Gypsy king and looked up ways to break it. I found an even more interesting strategy, a reversal spell.

“I think I can do something for you,” I said.

He fell on his knees, sobbing.

“You will have to help for this to work,” I said.

“I’ll do anything…”

“Yes, you will. Tell me about this man and his daughter.”

*****

The next day around one, a young woman came into the store. She had an exotic look about her and I knew immediately who she was, Gina Lemke, the gypsy girl who had shot Billy, the daughter of the man who had cursed Billy and his wife, killing her. I examined her with the Sight and found no trace of power around her. “May I help you?”

She looked over. “I’m not sure. I'm not sure why I came in to this store. Something about it...”

I knew what. I had called her. “And you are?”

“Gina. Gina Lemke.”

“Ms. Lemke,” I said leading her into the back of the store to a section on gypsy lore. Most of it absolute hogwash as was so much of the New Age garbage I had to sell. She saw the books and smiled at me. “You have gypsy lore.”

“Yes, but I don’t know much about it,” I confessed.

She picked up one of the books and I uttered the first spell. She looked at me and rubbed against me like a cat in heat, “You’re cute.” Her hand trailed over my cock which responded. She looked down at the bulge. “You must like Gypsies. Have you ever had a Gypsy girl?”

“No.”

The spell working, she bent down, unzipped me, and pulled out my very erect cock. “Umm,” she moaned as she slurped down my cock. Right them Billy, moving as quietly as he could, came around the book stall, and clipped off a strand of her hair. I held my hands over her ears. Billy then disappeared as I came, filling Gina’s mouth with my cum while uttering the first part of the curse reversal.

She swallowed and stood. “So, what do you think of a Gypsy girl now,” she asked.

“Gina, you are a special woman, gypsy or not. Thank you.”

The spell fulfilled, she glanced at her watch, “Oh, I have to go.” And she rushed from my shop. Interesting that she didn’t even notice anything unusual in her activities this afternoon. She must be a very hot date.

“Billy,” I called him. He came out holding her silky hair. “Come with me.”

I led him over to a table I had prepared. “Put the hair in this bowl. Now, take off the bandages and press some blood from the wound into the bowl.” Which he did. I clipped some of his hair and placed it into the bowl. I chanted the curse reversal and lit the bowl which flashed into powder, ground the ashes into a fine dust, and threw them into the air.

“Done,” I said.

“I don’t feel any different,” he said.

“You won’t for now but someone else will, and very soon. I need to know where you will be all the time and when I call, you come running, and I mean running because I have the feeling that Taduz Lemke will come looking for you when he finds out,” I said.

Billy looked confused. I patted him on the back and said, “Don’t worry, the curse will be lifted.” He looked a lot happier as he left.

*****

I waited and it didn’t take long. Five days had passed when I felt it. I took my phone out and called Billy, “Get yourself over to my shop, Now!” Billy worked only a few miles away and he was in my shop in twenty minutes.

“What’s happening?” he asked.

“Mister Lemke is looking for you and he will find you. I need you to remain calm and don’t say anything. I’ll do the talking and the negotiating. Understand?” He nodded. “Good, have a seat, I don’t think he’ll be long.”

I watched as I puttered around the store. I felt him coming and took up a position in the back between Billy and the door. Taduz, a very picture of a modern Gypsy stormed in followed by Gina and two very large men. Gina saw me and shouted, “You!”

Her father stopped and looked at her. She blushed, “You know this man?” he asked.

“Papa…”

He understood, “Shut up,” he ordered. He turned to me, “What have you done?”

“Welcome to my shop, Mister Lemke. How may I be of service to you?”

Angrily, he shouted, “What did you do to my daughter?”

“I have done nothing to your daughter. You did it.”

“I did nothing,” he blustered.

“Oh yes, the spell you cast on him,” I said pointing at Billy, “now equally affects your daughter. Undo it and your daughter will be released.”

He noticed Billy for the first time. I could see the rage in him. “I’ll release him.” He motioned to the two goons. One pulled a pistol. I hit it with a power spell and he dropped it grabbing his hand. The pistol had turned bright red from the heat, then it smoked and it burnt up leaving a dark smudge where it had been. The second goon started to reach for his piece. I threw a spell locking his arms at his side. To Taduz I said, “Tell them to leave before they are hurt. This doesn't concern them.”

He looked at me and realized he was dealing with more than he had expected and more than he knew, “Go,” The two goons left, one waddling and the other holding his hand.

“What do you want?” he asked me.

“Release the spell.”

“No. He killed my wife. I want justice.”

“No, Mister Lemke, you don’t seek justice. You seek vengeance. Those are not the same at all.”

“I demand Justice!” he screamed.

I pointed to his daughter, “You see what your blind thirst for vengeance has brought you. You will kill your daughter. You are caught in a tragedy of your own design, Mister Lemke. Now, choose. Life for both or death for both.”

He turned towards me and started a curse. I threw a powerful spell which locked the words in his throat and he choked on his own curse. He fell to his knees holding his throat unable to breathe as his own curse strangled him.

“Let it go, Mister Lemke. You play with power much greater than you know.” As a Wizard of the ancient rites I have access to the power granted by the Gods. Poor Taduz Lemke thought his powers great and in comparison to mortal men they were. But they were nothing compared to the power granted by the Gods themselves.

Finally, he looked up at me and I could see the fear in his eyes. I released my spell. Taking great gasping breaths, he turned to his daughter. “Gina, I must do it.”

“No, Papa. I’d rather die. That bastard killed Mama.”

I interjected, “And he has paid a fearsome price. His wife committed suicide by your father’s will.”

Wearily, he stood and asked me, “What must be done?”

“They must be brought together.” I said.

“Is there no other way?” he asked.

“I know of no other. You used a powerful curse.”

That brought a smug smile. “Gina, come here.” The girl came over to her father. He looked at me and I nodded. “Get on the table.”

Suspiciously, “Why?”

“Because I am your father and I gave you life. You will do as I say,” he said as one used to commanding.

She mounted the table and he had her lay back. He took her hands and pulled them above her head. Then he looked away, holding her hands in his own.

“Billy, lift her dress,” I said.

“What?” Gina screamed. She looked up, “Father?”

“It must be, Gina,” he said not looking at her.

“No,” she screamed. Looking at Billy she snarled, “Dute dracu!”

Billy looked to me, “I’m not going to rape a girl.”

“Then she will die as will you,” I said sensibly. “Your choice.”

Gina was kicking out so I put a small spell on her to lie quietly and she subsided though the hate was still in her face. I would have used the forgetting spells but she must be aware for the curse and the reversal to be released. “You can let go,” I said as Taduz released his daughter and walked away, unwilling to witness what he had wrought.

Billy unzipped and pulled off her dress and pulled off her panties leaving her naked. He pulled off his own clothes his emaciated body looking like a starving man. Gina’s face turned to one of revulsion at his sickly mien.

“Yes, Gina. Those curses affect real people. Look what it has done to a man. Turned him into a skeleton.” I could see that confronting the wasting away of a man finally broke through the hatred. There was empathy in her face. She turned onto her side and looked up at Billy, and she saw not the man who accidently killed her mother but a man who had been cursed, had his wife kill herself, and had his life and health ruined. She closed her eyes so she could no longer see the evil they had done to this man.

Billy saw it as well. He crawled up onto the table, “May I save your life?” he asked.

There was acceptance in her eyes. Gina lay back and spread her legs. Billy rubbed his cock up and down her pussy, which responded. He easily slid into her. I released the spell on her and her hands went up around him as he began moving in her. Her body responded and soon they were fucking up a storm. Old Taduz was covering his ears; his punishment in this was having to see what his anger had wrought on his own daughter, all against his old fashioned ideas.

The couple fucking on the table reached a climax with both crying out in pleasure, and with that, the curse was released from both. Their cries took on a different tenor as the evil left them. Billy rolled off the table. “Thank you,” he said to Gina. “And I’m so very sorry.” He turned away.

Gina, recovering from her own climax and release, said, “I am sorry about your wife as well.”

He smiled as they both began dressing.

“Taduz,” I said sternly.

He turned back towards us, the sorrow evident on his face.

“Learn from this; learn the difference between justice and vengeance. Vengeance comes from the devil. Justice comes only from the Gods, not from man. You must decide which side you wish to be on.”

He said nothing. Gina was now dressed and he headed out the door, she following him quietly.

Billy, looked after them. “Will he come after me again?”

“No, he won’t, I’m sure. I’ll watch him for a while but I suspect he has learned a lesson.” I looked at him, still skinny but no longer unhealthy looking and the aura of evil around him was gone. “And you, my friend, you could use a few meals.”

He laughed, “I could eat a horse.” More somberly, he said, “Thank you. Thank you for my life.”

"Go," I said. "Go with the Gods blessings."

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