The Curse of the Perverted Baron

There is a story of a Baron so perverse and so cruel that he would travel to far off lands searching for the prettiest women to fulfill his own personal desires. Pillaging villages, towns, and putting castles to the torch for women, gold, and other riches that might catch his eyes. The man’s greatest accomplishment being the capture of a King’s favorite daughter and for this the noble’s soul was separated and imprisoned into three collars never meant to be brought together.

Known as the Collars of Enslavement these chokers were forcibly worn by the noble’s favorite captives. Forged from golden steel said to be enchanted by dark magic to slowly **** the wearer into obedience the man was a menace before he was finally brought low by a curse. Or so the King believed when he had the Baron suffer a pain worse than ****, his soul in constant agony by being separated into three pieces and left to rot.

In truth the Baron had captured witches earlier into his campaign and **** them to teach him their secret ways. Learning spells and potions from those witches the man found his powers and abilities strengthened and the curse unknowingly became a blessing by preventing him from suffering the true ****. His tormented soul enjoying the pain inflicted upon him while also being allowed to inflict pain and humiliation upon whoever finds these cursed objects.

If they are male or simply not of any interest to the Baron, he will latch onto them until he finds one truly worthy of his attention. Often this comes in the form of a young woman of beauty who has reached the adult age of eighteen or older.

Legend goes that they would find a collar wrapped around their neck unable to be removed for seven days.

In those seven days the Baron would be allowed to interact with everything around the woman to a certain extent. His form visible only to the woman, his voice heard only by her, and his powers limited only to the woman and any inanimate object around her. Yet these limitations provided little safety to whatever poor woman cursed into wearing his collars.

He could remove their clothes with a snap of his fingers or tear them away with his surprising strength. Fondle their breasts as they bathed, play with their hair as they slept and even penetrate them as though he was still a living, breathing human being. Bind them with cloth, rope, tape and anything else within reach or worse he could conjure items into existence and **** them upon the woman.

Most importantly he could inflict pain and further strings of bad luck against defiant women and **** her to obey his every command or face punishment. Resistance only fuels the spirit’s power with the only means of escape the Collar early is transferring the curse to someone willing.

For seven days his victims would be **** to endure every hardship, every curse, and every humiliation the perverted Baron could find. Then on the seventh day the collar will release itself from her neck and leave her with two options- wear the collar again to prevent others from suffering the same fate or rid herself of the collar.

Usually this comes in the form of throwing the collar into the river or down the garbage dump while others attempted to lock the collar away in hopes of never being found again.

It never works sadly because the Baron’s Curse is strong and so too were the blessings he placed over the collar itself. The previous victim sadly left with perverted desire despite the collar no longer being wrapped around their neck followed by blessings whenever they submit to such desires. One of the Baron’s “gifts” before departing and leaving the woman with an urge to feel promiscuous and even submissive. Feeding off the energy generated from such a connection until a new wearer can be found or worse the collar is strong enough to **** another into find it.

The longer the Collars go without being found the weaker the spirit will become until all that remains is ember. Yet even embers can turn into wildfire if given enough time and so the curse continues for generations until an urban legend was formed. For there will be no escaping the curse, no method of destroying the collar, and no method of separating the soul from the object itself.

Such is the Curse of the Perverted Baron until the day the three items are brought together so his soul could finally be sent to the underworld. Any attempts to destroy or even damage the collars will fail while informing others of the curse is allowed, very few will believe you.

For as long as you are over the age of eighteen you will never be safe from the Curse of the Perverted Baron. His joy derived from the pain and pleasure he inflicts upon his captives until they are nothing more than a broken husk of what they once were.

He will never kill you nor mutilate you permanently, but he will enjoy every second of your torment throughout the next seven days. Even if a willing participant takes the collar the curse remains and so it continues for generations through the days of Medieval Knights through the Great Wars, and even to present day. Royal Queens, lowborn servants, and even women of the cloth have found themselves cursed with the collar throughout the years. Many of whom found themselves blessed with good fortune following their freedom from the collars.

The only question now is who the unfortunate woman will be who suffers the Curse of the Perverted Baron.

And we’re back with a new story this time a perverted Halloween Themed Perverted Story written as part of a request on Patreon. First few chapters will be edited and published and as always ideas and new chapters will be welcomed.

Obviously keep to the rules of the site and that’s just about it. Will probably go back to other stories as well and expand when inspired to do so. Until then enjoy.