Feature Writer: Witchman
Feature Title: Devil’s Breath
Story Codes: Ritual, Demonic, Drugs, Orgy, Female Domination
DEVIL’S BREATH
CHAPTER 1
34 year old Kasey Sullivan pushed her long, soaked brown hair from her forehead, the Amazonian jungle heat having long since plastered her clothes to her shapely, sexy body.
Before her trudged her husband , and former college professor, Virgil, her partner in their somewhat suddenly seeming quixotic quest to find relics from the long extinct tribe of the Lobee, the long extinct tribe of the most deepest parts of the jungle.
She remembered how excited Virgil and herself had been when the University had agreed to fund their trip.
The reality quickly sunk in, as their “sponsors,” employers, actually, had made it clear that they were not going to be put themselves out their on a financial limb for any foolish quest.
She had actually gotten the feeling that the University Board of Directors were happy to get rid of her husband, his reputation of being longwinded in his anthropological theories having alienated most of the rest of the faculty.
She studied him somberly from behind as he walked ahead of them, oblivious to her obvious discomfort.
They had been married ten years, he having swept her off her feet when she had been his prize student.
Eventually, she earned her PhD in primitive cultures, and had returned to her Alma mater, earning herself a reputation for being one of the foremost in her field, second only to Virgil.
He had dazzled her mind so much then, seduced her with his profound theories.
In the last few years, however, she found herself feeling bored, stifled.
She was in better shape than she had been in college, tall with large, firm breasts, and long, shapely legs.
Her husband was 54, and had kind of let himself go, with a soft paunch. He was already starting to bald, as well, and was coming up short in the bedroom, too
That was not troubling her as much as were the leering eyes of the four locals that Virgil had hired as guides and carriers. Pepe, the leader, was the worst of them, always casting envious eyes over her body, he and his friends speaking about them in a local dialect that she felt thankful she did not understand. All this would have been enough, but then there was Danielle. Kasey’s eyes lingered an uncomfortably long moment on the 19 year old phenom’s lovely ass, tight in her khaki safari shorts. She was more worried for her, for their young assistant was a dead ringer for a teen age Claudia Schiffer, her hair long and blonde, her eyes blue and bright, her figure to die for, and one the other guides were also examining.
Danielle had shown an early talent for languages, having learned at least a dozen before high school. Virgil’s current best student, she was on her first real anthropological adventure. And she was miserable. For one thing, she knew what the men were saying about her, how they were asking themselves what her pussy would taste like, and whether Professor Sullivan was man enough for either her or Kasey. The first night was bad enough, for she was sure she felt someone spying on her when she had gotten up to pee, but when they went bathing, she had to have both the Professor and Kasey with her, Danielle not feeling safe being alone.
The Professor had to keep watch while she and Kasey would bathe. At least the Professor’s wife was hot to look at, but Danielle had not heard any sounds of passion emanating from the couple’s tent. Kasey had already confided in her a little of her husband’s shortcomings, and Danielle was actually wondering whether Virgil could actually defend them were something awful to happen. The sun was beginning to set, and she was grateful for that, for it offered the only respite from the heat and the swarming, flying insects.
“Set up camp here, Pepe,” Virgil said, not noticing when their guide rolled his eyes as he complied.
Kasey decided to help Danielle with setting up her tent, although the young woman had shown herself quite capable of roughing it.
She really just wanted some conversation, and to get away from her husband, who was once again doing that annoying thing where he swung his digital camera from his waist like a gun, snapping shots of their surroundings. “Why did he not bring a real gun,” she thought glumly.
“How are you holding up, Danielle?” she asked, helping Danielle fix a tent stake.
“OK, I guess, “ she said glumly. “I kind of wish I could Skype Mom and Dad, but out here, in the middle of nowhere, I am surprised the Professor’s laptop even works.”
Kasey smiled, hoping to comfort the young, homesick beauty. “Don’t worry, it is only for six more days. When we get back, you can come to the spa with me, and we will soak off the heat.”
Danielle smiled. “Thanks, Kacey. Here, every part of me is soaked.”
Kasey bit her lip. It had been a long time since she had indulged her Sapphic side, and she was finding it hard not to think herself of how Danielle would taste.
Dammit, why did Virgil not think of this? Was he so self –centered?
“Hola, mujeres, come eat….food!” Jose called out, his three friends, she had not even bothered to learn their names, and they did not offer, laughed heartily.
Virgil smiled. “Jose has offered to make us a special local dish, ladies,” he said. “Come, let us eat.”
Danielle looked up at Kasey, her eyes actually pleading a little. “ Kacey, are you sure we are okay here,” she asked.
“Danielle, if you ever feel unsafe, just come see me, “ Kacey said, squeezing her hand.
She did not want to tell Danielle the truth. The meal was actually good, and the guides had actually stopped their leering, this time quietly studying the women, as though they were looking for something, a reaction or behavior. The moon had risen, large and full, and after a swig or two of some local rum the guides produced, Kasey was starting to feel a little aroused, and somewhat spacey, and yet, everything around her seemed to appear in sharp focus. She found herself very aware of her breasts, her nipples starting to perk up, trying not to notice that Danielle was squirming a little herself, now, the young blonde’s face flushing as she quickly said good night. Virgil yawned sleepily, and put his arm around his wife.
“Come on dear, let us go to sleep”, he murmured, his words slightly slurred.
Kasey nodded, but she was already planning a night with her hand after her husband would no doubt again fall asleep right after he ejaculated. As they disrobed in the tent, she could hear the whisperings of the guides, who were still gathered around the campfire, engaged in an animated discussion of some sort. She stripped down to her bra and panties, then felt her heart sink when Virgil’s loud snoring began to fill the tent. She looked at him with angry eyes.
“You thoughtless jerk,” she whispered.
She lay next to him, then pushed his body to the side, knowing his snores would subside when he slept on his left side. She tried to blink back the tears as her hand traveled to her pussy, wet and lonely. Suddenly, she felt a scratching at the back of her tent, as if someone was trying to find a way to enter. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Was it Pepe, or one of his friends? She covered her mouth with her wet pussy hand when she saw the glint of the knife, swiftly cutting a small hole.
“Virgil!” she hissed, “Wake up!”
Her husband mumble something unintelligible, then sighed deeply. Kasey’s eyes searched in the darkness for something to used to defend herself, but found nothing. She was going to scream, when she suddenly saw a mop of long blonde hair. Danielle? The resourceful young woman quickly crawled through, then unwrapped a long piece of duct tape from the knife handle, using it to cover her entry. Kasey’s eyes widened as Danielle crawled to her, her eyes adjusting to the dim light, noticing that the blonde beauty was wearing sexy black bra and panties.
“Kasey, are you asleep?’ Danielle whispered.
“No.”
Danielle sighed, then crawled closer, wrapping herself in Kasey’s arms, the older woman suddenly befuddled the closeness of her. She also felt the salty taste of tears, too. Danielle looked closely at her.
“I am sorry, Kasey, but you said to come see you when I felt unsafe, and I do. We all should.”
“They drugged us, Kasey.” Danielle said, her voice trembling. “They put Devil’s Breath in our food. I heard them talking about it when I got up to pee.”
Kasey’s eyes flashed with fear. Devil’s Breath, or scopolamine, was the exotic mind control drug derived from the borrachero tree. She had heard stories of people turned into temporary zombies, being made to empty their bank accounts, women turned into prostitutes.
“They were testing the dosage on us, Kacey,” Danielle murmured, Kasey erotically aware that Danielle’s nipples were rock hard, and very close to her mouth. “Just enough to make us horny. “
“And I am horny, Kasey. They were arguing over who would get to come to my tent first.”
“And I am so horny, Kasey. I…I don’t think I could resist them. If one, or two, or even three, came to me, wanting to fuck me, to use me, I don’t think I could stop them.”
“I don’t think I would want to.”
“Please….Kasey, can I stay here?”
Before Kasey could respond, Danielle leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth, her tongue a little serpent in her mouth. Kasey’s protests died in her throat, the two beautiful women finding sensual solace in each others arms.
“It is so hot, Kasey,” Danielle murmured. “They say you don’t remember anything that happens to you after you have ingested the Devil’s Breath. That you could be made to do anything…obey anyone…serve…mmmmmm..”
“We might not remember this in the morning, Kasey. Please fuck me, it will be all right.”
It was all too much for the eroticized older woman. She was indeed feeling incredibly aroused, and her body yearned for release. Her right hand found itself inside of the dazed blonde’s soaked panties, Danielle moaning in ecstasy and longing as Kasey’s fingers went inside her. Danielle’s fingers had found her pussy now, her knowing fingers making ecstatically evident the fantastic fact that she knew just where to touch Kasey, just how to softly probe, then, to find the soft spongy part just up and inside a little, and Oh!
Yes! Their underwear fell to the floor in a puddle, there being no need for clothes now, only the need to provide sexual pleasure and release. Their breasts squishy and soft, close, their pussy perfumes, mesmerizingly mingled, Kasey only the more turned on for knowing her clueless husband was asleep beside her, unaware that his own wife was being willingly seduced by this horny 19 year old. As if moved by a force greater than the two of them, their beautiful bodies shifted to 69, each one eagerly lapping away at the others inner intoxicating essence. Kasey’s mouth burned. God, it had been so long since she had done this, and this hot young co-ed slut tasted like a hot peach, sweet and moist, her innards dripping down her chin, Danielle moving now to slowly suck on Kasey’s engorged clit.
“Mm..mm..mm..mm…,” the two groaned together, surrendering to lust and drugs and pleasure.
First one orgasm ripped through Kasey, then another, flowing into Danielle as well. Their bodies began to buck as one now, riding the Beast with Two Backs in erotic orgasmic oblivion, until both women began to sensually swoon, orgasmically overdosing on cunt scent. With a sigh, both women fell into velvet slumber.
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Kasey groaned, her head filled with cotton balls.
“Mmmm, what….what…” she could not even finish the sentence.
Her mind felt partially erased, as if someone had just reached in with a sponge and had wiped away everything that had happened between dinner and awakening. The taste of girl grease on her hands, face, and body, was erotic evidence that Danielle had come to visit her in her tent, and had most likely spent the night. She deeply inhaled the heavy musk of womanly arousal, and found it prudent to open the tent and let in some fresh air, taking her toiletries and leaving. Her mind feeling fogged and dull, she listlessly responded when one of the guides said good morning. She was tempted to see if Danielle was in her tent, but how could she? What would she say? What, indeed, had happened? She felt her clit twitch when she thought of Danielle, coming to her in the moonlit night, the two of them entwined in a night of secret sin. It twitched even harder when she thought of herself seducing the young beauty, pushing her down next to her sleeping husband while Kasey put her hungry tongue down Danielle’s willing throat.
She found a small, pointed rock and brought it with her to the small, secluded, shaded area where the women could toilette and bathe. As she pushed aside some of the large leaves from the Bird-of-Paradise trees that were used for concealment, her heart jumped to her throat, Danielle was there, having already bathed, her beautiful body shiny in the sun. Kasey stared, watching Danielle as she strode out of the water, sitting down on a large, blue towel. Eyes widening, she watched as the stunning blonde slowly sprayed mosquito repellent on her nude body. Kasey felt ridiculous, being turned on by something so pedestrian, but Danielle was so beautiful, so sexy, and God, why could she not remember how those marvelous breasts must have tasted in her mouth?
She moaned softly, her heart skipping a beat for fear Danielle would hear, but the blonde was now applying tanning oil to herself. Kasey did not understand why Danielle did not feel self –conscious or scared as she had before, but did that have something to do with what had happened the previous night? That question faded in her mind as her jill hand found her already dripping pussy, her slick fingers making slow, sensual circles, moving in an unconscious rhythm, moving with the strokes of Danielle as she oiled up her body. Kasey’s breathing was more ragged now, her other hand pinching her rock hard nipples, pinching and pulling.
Why did she not just walk down there and say good morning? Was she afraid that Danielle would come on to her, or that she would not? What if Danielle was here, waiting for her, putting on lotion, preparing herself, waiting for her, longing for the taste of Kasey just as she longed for Danielle? Her mind was suddenly dazzled by a flashing, fleeting image; the sexy young blonde’s tongue in her ear, murmuring something about being unable to resist, of having to obey, of not being able to resist.
Obey. Unable to resist. Mindless. Empty. Cumming.
“Nnnnhhhhh!” she gasped, her left hand flying to her mouth, but it was too late, for Danielle’s eyes had flown open and she was now grasping a knife, looking around, slipping the towel around herself.
Kasey slowly, slowly, backed away, turning her head just enough so that she would not stray off the path and into the bush, until she was sure she was far enough away, then turned and ran back to the camp. The men were already breaking camp when Kasey came back, her husband more annoyed with her for not being dressed than he was taking notice of anything different about her appearance, or that she still looked as though she had just been fucked.
“Kasey, what is wrong with you? You know we have to get an early start on the day.”
“Pepe says that if we leave soon, we could make it to the site of the old Lobee village by lunch.
And where is Danielle?”
“Right here, Professor, “ came the reply, Kasey’s heart lurching when she realized that Danielle had not been that far behind her after all.
She could not meet her eyes, but Danielle had not let on about anything, only to tell the Professor, no, Virgil, dammit, that it would not take long for her to break down her tent.
“Would you help me, Kasey?” she asked, her eyes indicating an urgency that could not be ignored.
Kasey turned from Virgil so he would not see her blushing, and she made her way over to Danielle’s site. At first they rolled up the tarps and removed the stakes with awkward instances, until Danielle put a hand on hers, and Kasey felt her pussy clench, as their eyes met.
“Devil’s Breath,” Danielle said, somewhat dully, as if her mind too, was still foggy and unable to remember everything.
Danielle continued. “We must have been doped. I can’t remember what happened last night, and neither can you. It is has to be the only explanation.”
She looked up, and their eyes met. “How else do you explain that we both woke up with pussy breath?”
Kasey blushed, but could not look away, as Danielle droned on a little listlessly.
“We have to tell your husband, Kasey. If it happens again, we won’t be able to stop it. “
“No matter what they would make us do, suck all their cocks, fuck them all, fuck each other, we would have to do it. “
“No choice.”
“It was so hard for me to leave your tent this morning, Kasey. You looked so peaceful, so satisfied. I wanted to lick your pussy as you slept just so that I could remember how it felt to taste you.”
Her eyes darkened for a moment. “Not that your husband noticed,” she said, somewhat reproachfully.
They finished the packing in silence, until Danielle pressed something into Kasey’s hand.
“You forgot this,” she said, and Kasey did not have to look down to know it was the rock she had dropped by the bathing spot.
“Kasey, are you sure?” Virgil asked, obviously not comfortable with the idea of direct confrontation. “ I mean, maybe the food just did not agree with you.”
He waved at Pepe, who had glanced back at them quizzically. “We are very close to old Lobee village. No white person has ever seen that. Can you appreciate what such a find will do for me? For us?”
“I promise, I will talk to Pepe after we get to the village.”
“Here, look at this,” he winked, shooting a picture with his digital cam of a carved tree from the hip.
Kasey stared blankly, then down at the ground. “God, I think I just stopped loving him,” she said to herself.
The guides had grumbled when Kasey and Danielle had insisted on preparing lunch themselves, the women being careful not to take their eyes off the boiling pots and the drinking water for a moment.
“They know we know, Kasey,” Danielle whispered, as she made a show of seasoning the stew. “We have to stay together.”
Kasey nodded. “Walk with me, she said.”
She silently cursed herself for having to pull her arm back for fear of how easy it would be to pull this sexy girl close to her, pressing her lips against hers. Once again, Pepe and the guides glared angrily at Kasey when she had insisted on preparing lunch herself, her loneliness and sense of betrayal only amplified when Virgil had joined in the laughter when Pepe made a joke about fussy American women. Of course, he thought he was helping, keeping the guides on their side, and out of Danielle’s and her pants, but she was also hoping that he would take the hint that she would rather alone. Danielle and herself had long recovered from the doped, fogged feeling in their heads, and again, they softly whispered to each other while Virgil and the guides discussed the length of time it would take for them to reach the ancient village site.
Rather than talk about their plight, Kasey slowly asked, “Danielle, do you remember anything at all now?”
Danielle slowly nodded. “Not a lot, just bits and pieces.”
She looked directly into the older woman’s eyes. “I remember seeing you curl your toes when you came.”
“It must have happened a lot, because I really remember that the most.”
Kasey just gaped, speechless, so Danielle continued.
“I don’t know if I am bisexual by classic definition, but I love the feel of a woman, and you felt so good, Kasey. If anything happens to us, that is what I want to remember, your toes curling.”
Kasey blushed. The young blonde made her feel like a high school girl with her first same-sex crush.
Not knowing what else to say, she squeezed Danielle’s hand, and felt her clit jump when the blonde closed her eyes and uttered a soft “Mhm.”
The group walked in silence until they reached their destination. It was not much to look at, just a cleared, open space where the faint images of old huts had once stood, but the women could not help but share in Virgil’s excitement.
His eyes gleamed. “We are here,” he said, and, for a moment, Kasey saw in him a flash of the man with whom she had fallen in love ten years ago.
“Si, Professor,” Pepe nodded. “We should celebrate,” he added, reaching into his cargo pants and pulling out a small hip flask, taking a swig, then passing it to Virgil.
She looked at him, and his eyes said it was all right; after all, if the liquor was drugged, would he still be standing?
Enough was enough. “Virgil, isn’t there something you wanted to talk about with Pepe,” she said quietly, wondering why she had to force her own husband’s hand in that way.
Pepe’s eyes flared, and he quickly glanced at the other three guides, who stopped what they were doing to watch the scene. Virgil’s eyes clouded, and he looked reproachfully at Kasey, feeling that she had ruined his big moment.
“You wanted to talk to me about something, Professor? Pepe said, his eyes letting on that he knew in what direction the conversation would go.
“Um,yeah…Pepe,” he spoke slowly, trying to find a diplomatic way of asking the only help they had to get back to civilization why the women thought that the guides had drugged their food.
Pepe watched as the Professor took another swig, then nodded to his three cohorts, an ominous feeling suddenly coming over Kasey, who instinctively held onto Danielle’s hand. Pepe reached into his shirt pocket, and poured a pile of black dust into his hand, suddenly blowing it into the Professor’s face.
“No!” Kasey cried, but it was too late, one of the guides grabbing her, the other two restraining Danielle, who was fighting a valiant but futile battle against her captors.
Virgil opened his mouth to speak, but no sound emanated. His eyes were glassy, dazed, his body slowly swaying on his heels. Pepe looked at him with a gleam of triumph in his eye, and contempt in his voice.
“Oye,” he said. “You listen, gringo. You have breathed the Devil’s Breath. You obey me now. You are under my control. And I tell you to sleep!”
He pushed Virgil to the ground, middle aged man sighing as he helplessly obeyed, passing out with his hand on his camera, another on his laptop.
“Nooooo,” Kasey moaned, but it was already too late, her helpless husband already in a deep, drugged, slumber.
Pepe grinned evilly, his eyes shining with lust and triumph.
“Now, Missy, for you,” he said, slowly, ominously walking towards Danielle, Kasey being dragged behind him.
The alluring blonde struggled up until the last moment, when one of her captors roughly grabbed her head and twisted it towards Pepe, holding her still until he stood before her, making a slow, frightening show of pouring the powder into his palm, then slowly blowing it into Danielle’s face. She sputtered, and coughed, the powder hot and burning on her lips, mouth, tongue, down her throat, into her lungs, inside her nose, going into her mind. Slowly, her struggling ceased, and a dull, blank look came over her face.
Pepe leered again, winking at Kasey. “You watch, you next,” he said.
Kasey could only watch as Pepe continued instructing the now drugged Danielle.
“You are horny now, senorita. You are horny and you obey. You want to suck my cock.”
He pulled out his hard manhood, and Danielle slowly sank to the ground, eyes glazed.
“You want to suck. You horny, and you want to suck.”
“Yes… want to… suck…” She murmured.
“Danielle, no, fight it!” Kasey shouted, but she knew it was already too late.
The other men cheered as Danielle began to slowly suck Pepe’s cock.Gradually, though, as Danielle’s drugged sucking continued, the grew quiet, fixated, for the drugged Danielle was now lost in the lust of the moment and of the mind control drug, they saw how much she was getting into it, lost in the moment, taking pleasure in her debasement, lost in the cock. Even Pepe soon cried out in pleasure, arching his back and tossing back his head.
Against her wishes, even Kasey found herself turned on, her confused mind seeing flashes of eroticism; Danielle and herself clasped in a naked, lustful embrace.Just before he came, Danielle sloughed her head to the side and deftly let Pepe’s load fly into the air, him crying out again, this time in Spanish.The other two men started arguing over who would have next, while Danielle knelt on the grass, staring blankly forward. The man restraining Kasey began to shout, too, loosening his grip on her just enough so that she could get an elbow into his gut, her surprised assailant doubling over in pain as Kasey rushed over to Danielle. Before she could say a word, Danielle started to grope her, and Kasey was erotically caught off balance.
“I must obey..suck…” Danielle moaned, trying to pull down Kasey’s shorts.
“No… dammit… stop… that… oof… no…” Kasey struggled, trying to restrain Danielle and her own growing lust, while also trying to pull her to her feet, until Pepe pushed them both to the ground again.
Kasey swallowed, trembling, her heart pounding, so loud in her ears and head that she did not notice the four soft “Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo” sounds that cut the air, Pepe and the other three suddenly clutching the back of their necks, collapsing to the ground, limbs jerking, mouths open and drooling.She shook her head, wondering if the closeness of her to Danielle was causing her to see the dozen or so short, brown, painted natives who suddenly materialized from the jungle, armed with bow and spear. One of them slowly stalked her, looking at her and Danielle, as though he had never such women. A sting at the back of her neck then sent her back to black.
CHAPTER 3
Lo casually dismissed the four men who were writhing in pain on the ground. The drug in the darts would keep them paralyzed and in excruciating pain, until the driver ants ate them alive. Such was the fate of any one foolish enough to trifle with the sacred Devil’s Breath. His eyes widened, as did the rest of the hunting party, as they stared at the strange, fair skinned creature with hair like the sun. Her companion, Kasey, was already unconscious, but Danielle was still in the throes of the mind controlling drug, stroking herself and pinching her nipples, her eyes rolled up into her head. Lo and the other tribesmen continued to watch, some of them idly stroking their cocks through their simple bright cloths tied around their waists.
The strange creature was getting close to climax now; arching her graceful back, her large breasts jutting up towards the sky, nipples like little rocks. When she did orgasm, screaming out in mindless pleasure, her beautiful body collapsing to the wet grass, sighing contentedly as she drifted into deep sleep, only then did the men gingerly, gently, lift her and Kasey off the ground and into two makeshift stretchers, admonishing his men to be very, very, careful. They made their way up the road and into the hills.
Kasey yawned, and groaned softly. She felt as though her body was being softly bathed, then her misty eyes gradually cleared to reveal that she was indeed, being bathed, in a large, low, bamboo tub, filled with hot water. Her body was being gently soaped and lathered by some of the Lobee women, who were giggling and whispering, comparing her large breasts and fair skin to their smaller breasts and golden hue. She looked around for Danielle, but did not see her, but it did not matter, for it occurred to her that she was feeling very relaxed, very mellow.
Perhaps it was the after effects of the drug from the dart, or that she was being tended to, being fed now, actually being spoon fed a hot and delicious stew that was being offered to her by one of the women holding a bowl, while another spooned it into Kasey’s mouth. All the fear and drama of the past few days was fading away in the knowing touch of the woman who was scrubbing her back, of the one who was massaging her feet, trying not to notice how good it felt as another stroked and massaged her breasts.
“Um..mmm,” was all she could murmur, before one of the women met Kasey’s mouth with her own, her tongue entwining hers like a sexy snake.
When another hand found its way between her legs, under the water, Kasey found her legs opening of their own volition, another moan uttering deeply in her throat when one of the women placed a knowing mouth on one of her breasts. Kasey felt as though she was floating. Indeed, she was floating. The women were lifting her out of the bath now, carrying her to a large wooden table, where they began to dry her body, oiling and perfuming her, drying her with large palm leaves. Kasey sighed deeply, surrendering to the overwhelming eroticism of it all, her befuddled mind having long forgotten about her husband, Danielle, Pepe and the tour guides.
Somewhere, in all the stroking, primping, and licking, she drifted off into sleep again. It was a full moon night when Kasey opened her eyes again, widening when she saw that she too was now clad in clothing similar to the native women; simple bright colors that accentuated her large breasts, barely covering her ass.
The cool breeze between her legs revealed to her that the native women had seen fit to shave her pussy. Kasey realized that she was in one of the small huts, alone, but the sound of drums and chatter brought her to her feet. She left the hut to see that the villager’s were celebrating, gathered in a large circle around a bonfire. Two of the women approached her and took her arms, leading her over to an open space by the fire, where another plate of delicious food was fed to her. Listening now to their odd language, Kasey theorized that it was a unique and exotic dialect of Spanish, for she could make out a few words. It was not until Lo approached her, bowing low, that she heard her first words of English since arriving in the village.
“Hell…oh….,” he said slowly.. “I…Lo.”
He held out his hand, and Kasey took it, surprised to see that he had gotten down onto his knees, kissing her hand in a most humble.
“Kasey,” she said. “Where is Danielle, my friend?”
Lo’s eyes were bright with excitement. “The Goddess, she is being… prepared,” he replied. “Come, you, celebrate.”
He took her hand, and led her around the village, Kasey taking note of the ancientness of it all. Lo took her to what looked to be the oldest hut in the village, opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. Studying the old, faded paintings on the walls, Kasey soon realized she was reading the history of the village. A particular image caught her mind; of women blowing clouds of dust into the faces of men and other women, the story of the Devil’s Breath unfolding before her. The Lobee people considered themselves to be guardians of the Devil’s Breath, knowing its dangerous properties. In an effort to protect their people from slave traders, the Lobee had disappeared deep into the jungle hundreds of years earlier, using the Devil’s Breath to take curious explorers and outsiders and daze and confuse their minds, making them forget all about having ever had discovered them.
She blushed a little, and felt her pussy twitch, when she saw some of the erotic etchings; orgies infused with the Devil’s Breath. Another etching caught her eye in particular, that of a blonde haired woman, who was standing on top of an altar, several Lobee tribes people dancing around her. A sudden silence permeated the village, and Lo took her hand again, leading her outside again. Kasey noticed that all the villagers were down on their hands and knees, all silent, then she gasped when she saw what had caught their attention.
It was Danielle.
She was beautiful. The women of the village had carefully made up her face, highlighting her blue eyes and high cheekbones. She was clad in what looked to be silk scarves, very sexy and very see through, too. A large gold crown was atop her head, her long blonde hair made into elaborate braids and knots. She raised her right hand, and the people begin to dance and celebrate. Danielle beckoned to Kasey, and she found herself walking towards her, taking her hands in hers.
“Danielle?” Kasey asked, a little incredulous of the scene.
The young blonde nodded in response. “Yes, Kasey, it is me, although not,” she replied, her voice oddly deep and husky.
She stared into Kasey’s eyes, and once again the older woman felt herself swooning, the overwhelming eroticism eventually engulfing her again.
“I learned so much while you were unconscious, Kasey,” Danielle continued. “About the Lobee, and their ways. And of the Devil’s Breath.”
“They use it in their sex rituals, Kasey,” Danielle continued. “The women use it to control the men. The men serve the women. Look.”
She gestured to the villagers, who were beginning to form pairs, some male and female, some both female. Lo was dancing around them, carrying a large bag, pouring some of the devilish dust into the waiting and eager hands of the villagers. The women had shiny eyes as they blew the dust into the faces of their partners, their eyes glazing over, the men sinking to their knees to service their partners, while several women couples began to drug their partners, too.
“They all wanted me, Kasey,” Danielle whispered in her ear, Kasey’s heart pounding. “The men and the women, they all wanted me. They think I am a goddess, one of the Old Ones.”
“When we got back to the village, I fucked a bunch of them. Men and women both. “
“They loved me,” she continued. “And I loved it.”
“They think I am a goddess, Kasey, and that you are my consort. They all wanted to touch me, to lick me, kiss me, stroke me, suck me, fuck me. I gave of myself to them, and they took.
Now, they give back.”
She nodded towards the villagers, who were now dancing and fucking in an orgiastic, drug induced frenzy.
“Look at them, Kasey. They are celebrating our return. Do you think it was just happenstance that we went with your husband on this expedition?”
Kasey nodded unconsciously, noticing how happy the villagers indeed were. Her eyes were drawn back to Danielle, who was now reaching slowly, so slowly, between her breasts, pulling out a small black bag, dumping the small pile of black powder into her open hand. Kasey nodded again, giving her consent, and Danielle smiled knowingly, softly pursing her lips and blowing the carnal contents into Kasey’s face. Kasey sighed, and succumbed, sinking back into Danielle’s arms, the villagers beginning to surround them, circling them, watching the two exotic women fiercely embracing each other. Kasey moaned softly as Danielle’s mouth found her breasts, the sexy blonde sucking her like a demented baby, another woman from the village joining them, placing her eager lips on the ones between Kasey’s legs.
“Uhhhhh!” she cried out, lost in the passion of this pagan ritual come to life.
The villagers danced and sang now, reciting lyrics and words unheard by white ears for hundreds of years. The movement of it all moved the mesmerized women, another and another joining them, burning tongues probing hot wet pussies, while copulating couples surrounded them, while still others danced and cheered. Kasey opened her mouth and found a cock sliding into it, but she did not mind. She wanted it, wanted it as she wanted the touch of Danielle on her pussy, a touch she was now feeling, feeling, feeling so strongly, the cock in her mouth long and thick and hard, the Lobee man short but buff. Kasey did not mind it when another came up behind her and entered her, for Danielle was underneath her still, sucking on her clit while Kasey took two of the Lobee men at the same time.
“Hmm… mm… mmm,” Kasey mumbled, the cock filling her mouth as did the one in her sopping pussy.
When the man in her mouth came, crying out in an orgasmic ancient tongue, Kasey greedily swallowed him whole, eyes glazed with lust as another villager took his place. This one was younger, his eyes shining with excitement and lust, his young cock entering the mouth of a woman who he believed was the consort to a goddess. Lost in lust, lost in the sheer magic of the moment, thousands of miles from civilization, Kasey sucked the cock of a young boy, drinking him down as she did the cock before, as she would the one after that, and the one after that.
At some point she had changed positions, and was now licking at the pussy of the Goddess, while another Lobee youth entered her from behind. Kasey’s pussy jumped when she saw a young Lobee woman lower her pussy down onto Danielle’s mouth, their eroticized eyes meeting as one, climaxing as one, an endless orgasm of enchantment and lust.
The drums in her head were equaled only by the echoing of her beating heart, twitching clit, and dripping pussy. The orgy lasted well into the night.
Kasey once again felt herself coaxed from the soft velvet blackness of sleep, to find herself wrapped in the arms of Danielle, the two of them dressed in their original khakis which had been cleaned. Kasey was bewildered to see that the two women were being carried down the hill on the shoulders of several of the Lobee tribesmen, who had them in a large flat carrier, taking them out of the ancient village in style.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Danielle cooed, and Kasey felt an erotic longing and love for this beautiful young woman. “Danielle, what…”
Danielle smiled. “You were great. We were great. We fucked so many, and each other.”
“When you finally passed out, I told them that we needed to go back to the land across the sea. They will take as far as the first village. Then, we can get a boat to the mainland, then a plane back home. First class.”
Kasey was confused. “But, where is Virgil?” she asked, realizing that this was the first time she had thought of him since… since?
Danielle reached into her pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper. “Read this. It gives you the house, and me power of attorney,” she replied.
“Virgil is of no use to you anymore, honey,” Danielle continued. “He could not even save you. He will stay here, send reports back to the University, get his name in the newsletter, while impressing the natives with his camera tricks.”
“He agreed to all my terms. Divorce, you get everything. I also have this,” she said.
She dumped a pile of precious stones from a small satchel into Kasey’s lap.
Kasey stared. Rubies, diamonds, emeralds, a fortune in stones.
Danielle nodded, reading her mind.”Yes, Kasey, this is how we will live. A few for the University, the rest for us. You can keep teaching, if you like. Me, I want a piano.”
Her voice grew oddly cold for a moment, as though she was remembering a moment better forgotten.
“ I always wanted a piano, Kasey. I never had enough room.”
“ I will now.”
Then she smiled, curling up next to the older woman.” I think I will put it in your ex’s study,” she said.
Kasey looked down at her, and Danielle stuck her tongue out, giggling like a schoolgirl.
Kasey shook her head, trying to make sense of it all.
As if sensing this, Danielle again reached into her bosom pulling out the small bag again. “For the road,” she winked, pouring some into her hands.
Kasey’s heart lurched. “Yes, my Goddess,” she responded, without thinking.
When the Devil’s Breath again kissed her face, she did not need to think at all.
THE END