Voodoo in Haiti

Voodoo In Haiti – Chapter 4

The warm, triumphant tropical sun rose brightly on the following day and found Alice Carlton still dawdling in the bed, a thin sheet covering her luscious, sweat-soaked body.  She had slept brokenly that night, and when brief sleep came, awful dreams of perverted sexuality ran rampant. And each dream featured handsome, suave Roger Antrim.

She turned around in the bed, her hand searching for Richard’s  familiar presence.  But Richard was not there.  She looked at the alarm  clock on the night table and found out to her utter surprise that it was  mid-afternoon.  She had slept all that time!  No wonder Richard wasn’t  there.  He must have’ gotten hungry and decided not to wake her up.

She would surely find him downstairs in the dining room of the hotel or in the lobby. Pulling the sheet tight from the bottom, she let it fill slowly  over her body.  The two mounds of her large and generous breasts stood  out in bold relief.  Alice looked down at than and the night’s forbidden  feeling of sensuality flooded over her again in a powerfully shocking  wave.  Still drowsy from her disturbed slumbers, she lacked the strength  to resist it and decided to enjoy herself—just a little bit.  She  wiggled her buttocks in the bed and moved her breasts back and forth  under the linen sheet.  Almost immediately, she felt her nipples  hardening and puckering.  She looked down again and saw the pointed tips  sharply etched by the thin linen.

Dare she touch them?  She compromised and decided it would be all right.  Withdrawing her arms from under the cover, she now began fondling her breasts with her opened hands in bold circular movements. She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the eerie tickling sensations that radiated out from her teased breasts to the farthest edges of her aroused body.

“Oooohhhh,” she moaned softly to herself, “it feels so good, it feels sooo goood!”

Moments later, she was rubbing her body with a thick terry towel until it turned a glowing pink. She dressed quickly, but carefully, wanting to look as beautiful as she could. She completed her outfit with a frilly garter belt that supported her lightweight nylons, and tossed on a skimpy slip that barely reached to the top of her thighs.  Her thin clinging dress was of a light blue color, setting off the color of her eyes.

Then, Alice proceeded to put on her make up, trying to cover as well as possible the traces of sexual hangover with bases and powder. She didn’t want Richard to notice anything. There was the sound of familiar voices outside their room. Was it possible? She was clearly hearing Roger’s voice!  She blushed furiously at the thought that she would have to see him again after last night’s shameful incident. Why had he come, she wondered, trying desperately force a natural expression on her face as she walked towards the door and opened it.

“Alice, darling, I’m so glad you’ve awakened!” Richard exclaimed going over to kiss her.

His breath smelled of liquor. How early you’re beginning to celebrate, Dick darling!” she teased him lightly, surprised at this action coming from her usually sober husband. Richard seemed to be in an excellent mood as he started to give her a scientific explanation of how the best cure for a hangover was a drink the morning after.

Alice had noticed Roger’s admiring glance detailing her and although she felt somewhat embarrassed, she couldn’t help also being flattered.  She thought that after all, Roger couldn’t possibly have disappeared just like that.  Now, under the soothing influence of the strong daylight penetrating in the room through the open windows, last night’s incident had lost much of its importance and the young woman felt again light and carefree as she walked between the two men in the direction of the elevator.  She was hungry and welcomed their invitation to take her to have lunch.

As she attacked with definite enthusiasm her sizzling steak, Richard’s voice rose, a note of excitement in it.

“Alice, darling, imagine what!  Roger has invited us to spend a few days at the plantation, isn’t that wonderful! It’s a unique opportunity for me!  I’ll be able to study some of the most curious aspects of Voodoo, aspects I could never get to see otherwise!”

“But Richard,” Alice started in an unsteady voice, a shiver suddenly passing through her.  She didn’t like the idea, she didn’t like it at all. There was something about the invitation she just couldn’t pinpoint; as though those few day at the plantation would change the course of her life, “Richard,” she repeated in a feeble attempt to dissuade him, but already knowing that they would go, “Don’t you remember, darling, it’s my vacation, too, and I am not interested in voodoo.”

Roger smiled his old charming smile.

“Alice, I know I shouldn’t, the decision is yours, but I do promise you a wonderful time … life on a plantation can be quite exciting, I assure you. Besides, Henrietta is positively dying to meet you. We don’t often have the opportunity of having guests and I have talked to her so much about you. I’m sure you also want to see my wife, the woman I married.”

“Roger is right,” Richard insisted.  “And he has already telephoned Henrietta to inform her of our arrival.  You don’t have any idea what it means to me to get this opportunity to study voodoo in a place where all the primitive, unadulterated beliefs are held in their untouched purity.”

That same afternoon, they traveled to Nevine Plantation in Roger’s car. Richard was very excited by the trip and he listened intently to everything Roger was telling him about his adopted country.  Always, the word Voodoo came back to haunt their conversation and Alice thought to herself that if voodoo was what she had witnessed last night, then her husband would be in for a big disappointment, for she felt quite sure that it was merely a more sophisticated sex show. It was completely dark when Roger finally pulled up to a long wide verandah and Nevins Mansions appeared, looking like a baronial manor of yester-years, its graceful yet sumptuous lines befitting bygone days when beautiful ladies in ‘crinolines’ and straw hats sat out on the porch chatting with elegant gentlemen callers. And the exuberant beauty of the tropical setting further enhanced the charm and splendor of Nevins Mansion.

The young couple followed their friend who was escorting them across the wide expanse of concrete to a huge white door. Roger pressed a button. The door opened. An imposing black butler in uniform stood there.

“Oh, bonsoir Nicolas, is Madame waiting for us?” Roger asked casually.

The Negro smiled a big, white smile and bowed respectfully to let the master of Nevins Mansion and his guests pass inside the house.

“Madame has been waiting for you, she will be coming in a minute,” Nicolas replied.

Then, as they were looking around, trying to absorb the splendid luxury surrounding them, a grave feminine voice with polished, exquisite modulations interrupted their contemplative reverie.

“Welcome to Nevine Mansion!”

It was Henrietta Nevins Antrim and her presence filled the huge foyer. The charming smile and turning to Richard.

“Oh, you must be Richard Carlton, and this is your lovely young wife!  A delightful couple, your friends make, Roger dear, you never told me Mrs. Carlton was so pretty!”

Alice blushed furiously and hated herself for it. Voluptuous. Exotic. Alice wondered what was the word for Henrietta. It was friend who told her later, much later, that the only word befitting the mistress of Nevins Parisian was “over-whelming,” and he was right.

She looked older, and yet somehow younger than what they had been led to expect—particularly Alice—from Roger’s brief comments about he wife.  Her long, jet black hair caught in a twist on top of her head, her face, almost Oriental in the slanted effect of its huge dark eyes, hinted of strange mysteries in hushed boudoirs. When Henrietta Antrim spoke, her voice sounded rather raucous, with that rasping hoarseness of many years of chain smoking and drinking habits that had long ceased to be within the scope of normal social demands to become the crutch that helped her carry the weight of a reality that was too much for her to bear.

Of course, all these details didn’t strike Alice at first sight, but the thoughts insidiously penetrated into her mind during the days she spent at Nevins Mansion, and long after the tragedy came to pass, and they learned of the details of it, Richard and her would exchange their impressions of their host and particularly their most remarkable
hostess. They sipped slowly on some excellent brandy before Henrietta suggested that they would maybe like to freshen up before supper and would they like to be shown to their room.

“Well, darling, what do you think?”

Alice smiled at her husband who was standing In the middle of the room which could have been Queen Victoria’s bedroom. There was even a canopy over bed.

“It’s … it’s just overwhelming,” Richard said, pronouncing for the first time a word he was to use quite frequently in the future when referring to Nevins Mansion and its inhabitants.

“Dick, darling, wouldn’t you rather be home?”

He kissed her sweet-smelling hair and searched for her lips.  They kissed lengthily.  His tongue met hers In hot desire, combating with hers in dampness.  Her fingers spread behind his head, caressing his neck, welding his mouth to hers.  She moaned softly, passion spinning through her sinews. Their bodies met, converged, and became one, each pressed lustfully against the other.

“Oh, Alice, darling, I wish supper was already over,” and his voice was rough, telling her what she wanted to know. They were thankful the meal wasn’t as lengthy as they had feared.

Richard’s fingers were firm and strong as they slowly drew her close. Now his arms, strong and masculine were going around her waist. Her hands flew around his muscular neck, deliciousness lancing her throbbing flesh. Her breasts touched his chest, their points instantly congealing into hardness.

“I love you, Alice,” he murmured.

She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and she could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, washing away all traces of her shameful behavior of last night’s.

“I feel so warm, so safe,” she whispered, letting her head rest against his shoulder.

And it was true. This was her place, in her husband’s arms.  It was him whom she loved, his touch she longed for. How could she have been so foolish and allow even the thought of Roger Antrim disturb her happiness!

Her nerves began to tingle as she returned his kiss.  Her arms reached across him and clung to his sides and her fingers dug into his ribs.  She felt the same old urgency sweeping through her as he covered her face, her throat, her neck with sweet, fluttering kisses.

“Oh, Dick,” she moaned, “I do need you.”

His hands roamed carefully, slowly over her soft breasts, feeling the throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever they touch.  He wanted to feel the soft silkiness of her skin and he eased the straps of her dress over her shoulder so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud and firm beneath her brassiere.

“Mmmmm …” she moaned as his hands reached in back of her and unhooked the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could fondle her luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erection.

“God, what are you doing to me, Alice,” he breathed.  “I want you so much!”

“I want you too,” she answered softly.

His lips left the sweetness of hers, and made their way across her cheek to the short flesh of her neck, while his hand coursed up the long ivory thigh, kneading the tender skin and leaving behind a trail of tiny red marks in her flesh. Inch by inch he came closer and closer to the soft, glistening, hair covered treasure that lay concealed between her thighs; but his progress was sure. And in seconds his hand was touching the elastic band of her panties, his forearm covered by the silky fabric of her dress. He hesitated there for a moment, squeezing sensitive flesh in pink mounds between his fingers. Her agonizing twisting and tossing told him to go on.

With a practiced twisting pull, Richard jerked the pale blue panties down to the tops of her silken thighs, exposing her sparse hair covered mound and uncovering the full round bulges of her buttocks. Yanking on one side, then the other, he worked the undergarment down over her long, well-tapered legs, until the panties dangled from one upraised leg at the ankle.  He shoved the fabric of her skirt up to her waist, bunching it in two heavy folds.

She was naked from the waist down, her legs opening and closing in a desperate rhythmic dance, as she thrust her naked loins up toward him. A long hungry moan escaped from her lips, echoing her aching need for him. He teased his middle finger into the soft fleshy passage between her legs and she gasped from the sudden entry.  Swirling it around in the moist confines of her cunt, he began to gently massage the glistening bud of her clitoris with his thumb, flicking the hardening, sensitive nipple of flesh from side to side as it swelled into excited erection.

As he massaged the tiny clitoris, she moaned and undulated her buttocks lasciviously back against his loins, grinding out to seize his slumbering cock and pull it into her aching body.

“That’s fabulous,” she sighed, and pushed his hand harder against her hungry, moist orifice.

Richard eased his other hand down between them, and pulled his zipper down in a quick motion, bringing his penis into the open. As she writhed and ground against him, the throbbing shaft swelled full erection, snaking up through the groove of her buttocks until the swelling head lay along the soft, hair-lined lips-of her vagina. Alice pulled her thighs up toward her chest, and reached in back of her, searching for his penis.  She located the familiar rod of rigid, throbbing flesh and held it tightly in her clenched fist, squeezing it for a moment, and then guided it toward her warm, gently pulsating pussy.

Continuing to caress her clitoris faith his hand, Richard smashed into her vagina from the rear.  He drove into her quickly, with a sensation of aching, hot relief, mixed with animal passion as he tunneled into her moist open passage from behind. As he thrust, he felt the firm tautness of her buttocks grinding back against his loins.  He dipped his other hand around in front beneath her body, and slid it across her smooth, supple flesh, up and over her flat stomach and caressed the round globes of her breasts.  He tenderly squeezed the hard pink nipples, tracing a tantalizing circle around the little peaks, bringing shivers of delight to her burning body, tiny bursts of pleasure that shot out 1h all directions from the tips of her breasts.

They lay there for a while, and Richard slipped the few remaining garments from himself and Alice.  His body nestled against her smooth, naked back, every inch of his flesh pressed against her full length. His cock slithered in and out of her fleshy tunnel with ease, its path lubricated with the juices flowing from her vagina.

His hand left her clitoris and he lovingly massaged both her firm, youthfully hard breasts, his penis continuing to snake up the furrow of her buttocks and into the hot wet passage of her cunt.

Let me get on my knees,” she whispered.  “It’ll be even better that way.”

“Sure, honey.”

She lifted her weight onto her hands and knees, and he climbed to his knees with her, leaving his long, rigid cock buried in her as they maneuvered on the bed.

Alice pulled a pillow over, and stuffed it under her breasts, gripping it with both hands, her back sloping gracefully up to him, arching up invitingly, a long, smooth expanse of soft white flesh.  She spread her knees wide apart, and he moved up into her opened thighs, spreading her legs even wider as he opened his own.

Now Richard could see his rock-hard penis and the soft pink fleshy lips into which it disappeared with every forward thrust. He pulled the rigid shaft out until only the tip remained encased in the searing grip of her vagina, held it there for an agonizing moment, then plunged with rendered vigor into the warm, throwing depths of her womb, the long fleshy spear vanishing in the moist opening, until he smacked against the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks, his balls slapping gently against the hair-lined furrow of her naked loins.

Gripping her hips so tightly that his fingers dug into her tender flesh, he surged into her, swiveling his hips and twisting from side to side. He remembered that this lateral movement always brought new gasps of ecstasy to her lips, and this time was no exception.

Alice buried her head in the pillow to hold bay the screams of joy. Her tight, pulsating passage constricted hard around his cock, sucking him in with a tense embrace.  She flailed her arms on the sheet, then reached back, grabbing and clutching at the back of his thighs, pulling him at her with even greater force.

Sensing her desire for more, Richard worked even tighter up against her buttocks, and pushed her shoulders down flat against the bed with he palms, forcing her ass up at an even steeper angle against him.  Her gleaming wet crotch lay almost directly beneath him, an inviting display that begged for an unrelenting animal assault.

He thrust into her up to the hilt, and left he penis buried in her for a moment, then he began the punishing piston movement again powerfully, with agonizing slowness. Locked together, flesh against flesh, they groaned in unison, a steadily building moan of passion and desire, as Richard rocked demoniacally in and out of her wet, throbbing passage.  Then, he felt her hands slip from his hips and slide down along his thighs until they reached his hanging testicles. She teasingly, expertly caressed each one, squeezing them ever so gently, tenderly brushing them from side to side.

Richard felt his cock stiffen anew as the cool touch of his wife’s long fingers brought a new sensation racing to the surface. Her loving massage seemed to bring the fiery liquid in his loins to a raging boil, a seething river that ached to burst forth from his body.

Alice’s moans began to come quicker and louder, and for a moment he was unsure whether her cries were from delight or pain.  He momentarily slowed his pistoning stabs, but immediately she squirmed hack against his pelvis, wiggling up onto his shaft, and thrusting her buttocks against him.

“Oh, no, darling!  Don’t stop!  Don’t ever stop!” she cried.

Her hands struggled to grasp his hips and force his rock-hard cock into the depths of her  belly with even greater force. In a split second, Richard realized his wife’s desires, and he began to pummel her upturned buttocks with such force that twinges of pain shot up from his loins as he smashed into the soft yielding flesh.

Harder and harder he drove up into her belly, rocking back almost off his knees, then hammering forward with every ounce of strength, until his cock disappeared in the warm, moist confines of her desperately contracting cunt.  With every forward lunge, his balls slapped against her wet crotch with loud, audible smacking sounds.  And as the intensity of his pistoning increased, they swung beneath him like two hairy lobes,
like a pendulum between his opener legs.

“That’s it!  That’s it!  I’m almost, almost, ” Alice’s gasping cries came in staccato, choking breams, as she begged for just a few moments more, just a few more delicious, deep plunges.

“Now!  Now!  Oh, Dick, now!” She screamed.  “I’m cummiing! Daaarling, I’m cummiiiing!”

Sweat pouring from his body, Richard throttled his smashing strokes down to rhythmic, grinding plunges, backed up by every muscle in his aching body.  Nearly blinded from the tiny rivulets of sweat that poured into his eyes from his forehead, Richard could still   see the helpless form of his wife’s soft, naked body, kneeling nearly prostrate before him, completely at his mercy, open and exposed to any barbaric attack he could make.

Scorching flames of animal lust flared up from his bursting loins as the hot liquid grew even hotter, a simmering pool, waiting to erupt in torrents of steaming lava.

He bent over and kissed her bare back, glistening with perspiration. As far as he could  reach, he traced a line of kisses along her damp spine. The welling tide writhing him grew and grew until it was like a great flood, held back at the tip of his penis, as if all of his insides were pushing and shaving to funnel out the tiny opening.  He was powerless to stop now. Nothing could have stopped him. Alice was pleading for him to hurry, as if she were holding back, waiting for his climax.

He was panting wildly, his loins heaving out against her wet buttocks. Suddenly the flood was too much to hold back, and with gritted teeth, he felt the dram give way.

“Now, now!” he shouted.

“Oh, Dick!  Oh!  Oohh …” Alice gasped in unison.

One final thrust and she moaned a long, animal cry and her straining pussy flowered open to twice its normal size.  At the same moment, Richard could feel the fiery liquid race around within him, then burst, in a scorching blast that seemed to literally erupt from his loins, each spurt bringing magnificent relief.

He uttered one long, low moan as Alice buried her screams of delight in her pillow as she felt him erupt like an endless geyser of white-hot fluid deep into the secret confines of her throbbing belly. With the last weakened thrust, he fell forward, forcing her flat on the bed as he collapsed beside her, his deflated penis slipping from its warm sheath reluctantly as he fell.

Voodoo In Haiti – Chapter 5

Henrietta Nevins was one of those women who have been great beauties in their youth, and have led a life of elegance and worldly frequentation. She had been raised and kept within the wealthiest strata of society in whose circles she had shone with a beauty always enhanced by her costly elegance and refined sociability.  Her education meant refinement and not precisely knowledge and her culture had the superficiality of an ornament and not the functionality of any given profession.  In short, Henrietta had been brought up with the only function of shining in the glittering balls of high society.

So, at an early age, she already felt that the desire to get married that all young girls feel when their womanhood is in full bloom, In her didn’t mean a romantic desire to experience love, but rather a deeply compelling urge to experience the pleasures of sex. In truth, she had been besieged by proposals, but of all, she immediately took on to Orville Nevins, a huge he-man in his early forties, a man whom she felt to be different from all other. Orville Nevins was the type of man who doesn’t look quite right in formal attire, and yet one who always impeccably dressed.  He had that rugged sensuality of the athlete, without being precisely one, and the firm, matter-of-fact attitude of the man who has proven himself to be successful and feels second to no other in any ground.

Henrietta was immediately attracted by the man whom she thought could give her a more ardent, animal-like form of physical love. They were married and indeed Orville didn’t disappoint her in her expectations. She lost almost every contact with her former friends and ways of life, even though Orville tried to give her all the comforts of civilization. But still, his work and his life were at the plantation, and he couldn’t spend much time abroad as she would have wanted.

Then, when she least expected it to happen, struck: Orville had an accident.  His small private plane crashed and he almost got killed. The pilot died, and Orville came out of the accident alive but crippled.

They went from one specialist of another, to no avail. Orville was condemned to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair, and suffering of frequent muscular pains.  The physician in whose care he was at the time recommended to seek the services of a physio-therapist. That is precisely when Roger Antrim came into the picture.

Henrietta leaned her aching head against her dressing table. She was alone in the huge master bedroom, having left Roger downstairs drinking and as pleasant as a boar. All day long, she had felt the nervous tension building up inside her. It was familiar; she knew her own body well enough to recognize the symptoms. She didn’t have to guess at what was bothering her.  It was like a heavy hammer banging upon her brain.

Sex.

The hollow emptiness in her belly had a craving and it wasn’t for food or drink. But tonight, nothing would help.  Roger was back. Roger. And of course, he wouldn’t come up; he wouldn’t fulfill his husbandry duties. Henrietta shook her aching head and an expression of mingled tiredness and bitterness appeared on her face.  Her hand reached for the bottle of sleeping pills and she swallowed the tiny drops of oblivion.

A few minutes later, she lied down on the huge bed which had once withstood her passionate animal coupling with Orville Nevins, then her breathing began getting more regular and she lapsed into the blissful unawareness of sleep.

Roger Antrim had remained alone in the sitting room, sipping slowly on his cognac. No, he didn’t want to make love to Henrietta and he had let her go up to their bedroom without paying any attention to the silent appeal in her somber eyes.

He was the one who had insisted the Carltons be given the Blue Room. He well knew with what purpose. Soon, when the stillness and silence of the night would have settled upon Nevins Mansion, he would climb up the stairs to the second floor and slip into the room adjoining the one where Alice and Richard would probably be enjoying their intimacy.

The sight of his former girl friend’s shapely body completely out of control under the caresses of another man incited deep lustful passions in Roger, passions that he had forgotten even existed that powerfully within him. He could hear distinctly the low moans escaping from Alice’s softly anguished lips as Dick proceeded to pass his wet, licking tongue in a loving exploration of every nook and crevice of her lovely, writhing body.  The little bitch, he thought, the shameless little slut! Oh, how he would have liked it to be his own tongue exploring and tasting the delightful creamy flesh. He reached down, passing his hand over the hardening, throbbing bulge tightening the material of his trousers painfully.  Pulling down the zipper, he eased his jerking organ out of its confining prison and the thick rod of flesh was already quite rigid with the down flow of
blood rushing from his excited body down to his heated loins. He spread his legs slightly apart, now pumping at himself both hands until his cock was rock hard and glistening in the dim light penetrating from the window.

“Ooohhh, this animal is going to take her from the back!” Roger muttered to himself.  “The little slut does everything now! Ooooh oohhh! How she squirms!  She’s begging for it!”

He kept on watching the obscene spectacle with a curious mixture of pleasure and rage.

Pleasure building up at the sight of such an exciting scene. Rage at the thought that he wasn’t the one fucking the hell out of Alice. Oh, but he would, he decided, he would fuck
the little bitch and make her beg for it.  Oh, she was playing the proud, faithful wife, eh, eh!  Not with Roger Anthem!  He wouldn’t fall for such hypocrisy. He still remembered clearly that night in his car when he had almost taken her, and then at the voodoo show, her wild excitement under his caresses. Roger’s eyes bulged from their sockets at the breath-taking maneuvers in which Dick and Alice were engaged, and he felt tiny droplets of cum oozing from the tiny opening at the head of his straining, throbbing penis. It took all of his control to keep himself from ejaculating right then and there.  But he wanted to see the exciting spectacle to the end.  Small moans, barely audible rolled from his open mouth, now salivating tiny trickles of spittle down the sew of his chin.

Roger masturbated himself with all his being, his hand pulling at his thick instrument in a hungry sawing movement.  He grinned lewdly as he watched Alice’s lust-contorted face in the dim light of the room and Dick’s throbbing cock being driven deeper and deeper between her swaying buttocks.

His eyes glazed with a wild animal lust, he saw them cumming together in a perfect explosion of spurting lava and convulsing orgasm. And then they lay still, limbs entwined, faces covered with perspiration, a smile of satisfaction playing on their lips. They were satiated, and he was not.  His throbbing organ jerked painfully between his fingers and he wanted to ram it deep up into a wet; warm, welcoming cunt.

Henrietta looked strikingly lovely in the soft bedroom lights she had left on before falling asleep.  Her long, almost jet black hair cascading down framed her smooth skin in a dark velvety background. The tight chignon that she usually wore in a harsh and severe style note hung loose in flowing strands, seeming to take years off her age. She looked like a young woman again.  Her features, in the repose of sleep, did not have the tense, anguished, somewhat sharp expression she affected when awaken, and their aristocratic clear-cut softness belied the cold manner she often tried to project.

In her sleep, the thin strap of her transparent black gown had slipped over her shoulder, and the flimsy material now exposed a firm, well-rounded breast. Roger Antrim stood at the door of the master bedroom, looking at his sleeping wife, and visibly shaken at the sudden sight of her soft, fleshy mound.  He hadn’t even bothered to put his rock-hard, jerking cock back inside his trousers, and the thick fleshy rod quivered as Roger gazed at his wife’s uncovered breast in a mesmerized trance, feeling a sudden shudder of passion rippling through him.

He walked over to the bed, saliva dribbling from his slack mouth and lust beading he eyes.  He quickly got rid of his clothing and then he was shaking Henrietta brutally, awakening her from the heavy sleep induced by the sedatives. In awed terror, Henrietta opened her eyes and let her still vague gaze focus on the huge bulging prick thrust out and quivering right in from of her face. She froze in abject stiffness and she could not drag her eyes away from the terrorizing instrument ripping through her dreamless unconsciousness.

“What!  Aggghh!” She managed to mumble thickly.

“Come on, Henrietta,” Roger rasped in a hoarse whisper.  “You know perfectly well why I am here!  Don’t you want it?”

The woman gasped as the thick fumes of sleep began clearing her mind. Her large dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of fear and excitement as she watched her husband’s naked form hovering over her helpless body.

“I want you, Henrietta, and I am going to fuck you!” Roger said, pulling the slippery gown from her body and leaving her naked beneath him.

Henrietta dazedly kept her eyes open and dimly gazed into her husband’s face.  He was grinning lewdly up at her and feasting his eyes on her curvaceous naked body.

“Look at me.”  He persisted, thrusting his hips up towards her, and shaking her awaken.

Henrietta struggled to keep her eyes open and saw the huge cock swaying in front of her like a cobra dancing to the tune of a snake charmer.

“No, no,” she stammered, “stay away from me.”

But even as she pleaded with him, she could feel her body drained of all strength and she kept eyes glued on the swaying penis, hypnotized by its rhythmic movement.

With a sadistic smile tightly pulled across his white teeth, he ran his thick finger between her thighs, reaching the hair-lined wetness of her cuntal opening, then gave, a brutal up thrust, driving his digit into the depths of her passage.

“Aaaaggghhh!” She screamed between clenched teeth, “I can’t sated it!  Please, Roger, leave me alone!” She begged.

He began kissing her breasts, her belly, then snowed his lips down to the dark pubic mound between her legs.

“Open your legs,” he commanded, nuzzling at her thighs with brutal persistence.

“Yes,” she answered, writhing beneath him as a slight shudder of passion rippled through her. She obediently widened the gap between her legs.  “Oh, yes, yes!” She groaned, now feeling again consumed by the manipulations of the rigid tongue caressing the open slit of her vagina.

It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her hungry clasping crevice. Henrietta moaned as a fountain of dream-like ecstasy surged through her, possessing and tormenting her while at the same time releasing in a rising tide of desire the suppressed feelings she had kept hidden within herself for so long. But Roger was not thinking in giving her the release she expected. He pulled away from her and turned her around brusquely so that her back was to him and began to take small bites at the nape of her neck. His fingers splayed the lips of her vagina and then entered her secret passage. His stiff cock probed between the backs of her thighs, searching for the opening in between her legs.

“Please,” she cried.  “Please, let go of me!  Go and find one of your black mistresses!  Leave me alone!”

“Listen, you bitch!” He hissed.  “You’ll do as I say!  You’re still my wife, aren’t you!  Shut up you slut!”

Henrietta’s entire body contracted in anger.  She knew he could do anything he wanted with her. Suddenly, the slimy head of his lust-hardened prick found the opening of moist flesh in her groin.  He rammed her viciously and went so far into her that she cried out and tried to pull away from his iron grip.

“Please, you’re hurting me!”

But he held her fast, each hand wrapped around her hips holding her immobile. His thrusts grew sharper and deeper with each lustful movement he made.  She struggled and groaned, impaled like some large beautiful butterfly on a collector’s table. His hairy thighs scraped her back until she could feel the burns they were causing. He pummeled into her with all the force he could muster, filling the entirety of her being, hurting her more and more with each thrust of his body.

Henrietta felt as if someone were forcing hot pokers into the fragile walls of her vagina. Her husband’s nail dug into her soft stomach causing her to squeal in pain.  She felt pressure against her hips as he began to pull her up onto her knees without stopping his
relentless pursuit.

Her brain was still fogged by the fumes of the sedative. She wanted so badly to go back to sleep, to sweet oblivion. But he wouldn’t let go of her. She allowed herself to be propped up, hoping that it might hasten the end of this debasement of her body by this man whom she hated.

Roger drew himself still closer between her spread thighs, pushing them further apart with his knees.  He forced himself even further into her, right up to the hilt, up into her helpless cunt, deeper and deeper into her. Henrietta thought her body would split in two under the vicious assault of her own husband. Her breath came in short gasps, her back
ached from the pressure of his hands forcing her further down until her soft yielding buttocks were thrust almost straight up into the air. His body battered against her with brutal force. She could hear him whining above her.  He seemed to grow larger and larger with each searing thrust into her flaming hole.

She tried to think of other times, other places, Orville and his magnificent bedroom performances, even Roger, at the beginning of their relationship, but her mind could only concentrate on the searing pain caused by the brutal attack she was being subjected
to. She wanted to scream, to scream again and again, but she she could not.

She was trembling all over now, surely he must finish soon, he just couldn’t go on much longer; but still he was stuffing his hard cock up into her cervix with a wild fury, almost forcing her off the bed with each painful thrust. Henrietta gritted her teeth; she could not stand it much longer.

Then she heard him moaning between his clenched teeth. At first, it seemed far away, but then it grew louder and louder, until at last he gave a cry as great, hot, thick spurts of liquid filled her gasping vagina almost to the overflow.

“Thank God,” she thought as he collapsed onto her, squashing her soft helpless body under his massive weight. “Thank God, it’s over.”

He stayed on top of her for a few minutes, panting heavily, blowing his liquor-raking breath delightedly in her face. Finally, he pulled out of her with a slight wet sucking noise and without dressing went out of the room. From the following morning on, Roger took the young couple from one sex “show” to another. The performances they attended were a mixture of authentic voodoo and perverted sexual practices.

Richard was thrilled, considering himself to be very lucky to witness those supposedly “secret ceremonies,” an experience he deemed of incalculable value to his research work. Alice, on the contrary, felt that there was more sex involved than what it would be reasonable to expect in the voodoo practices, and incensed that Roger—whose lust for her had increased to the point of becoming plainly obvious—would try to drag her into any of the perverted acts performed by the supposed “voodooists”, and since Richard
had been drinking increasingly during the last few days, she may find herself at Roger’s mercy and with her husband unable to protect her.

So, at the first opportunity, she declined their invitation to go along with them. Roger, spited by Alice’s attitude and enraged against Richard instructed the voodooists to make him take part in their ceremonies, where they all abused—sexually and otherwise—of the drugged young man.

Voodoo In Haiti – Chapter 6

Rain drummed against the black windows, one of those brief but violent tropical rains which, while they last, seem to be the gloomy prelude to some biblical flood. The heavy drops had been pounding relentlessly for quite some time now when Alice woke up, bathed in sweat, an expression of anguish on her lovely face.

She sat up in the huge bed and even before reaching with her hand in the darkness for the familiar presence of her husband, she knew that Richard was not there.  He had been away all day long, he event away so often now, always accompanied by Roger, and he wasn’t back yet.

Alice reached out and fumbled for a pack of cigarettes. She shook one up and took it between her lips. She tossed the pack on the nightstand and found the lighter.  Then she lit her cigarette and sat there in the darkness, puffing nervously and listening to the wind and the rain.

Something very strange was going on in this big old mansion which seemed cut out from the rest of The civilized world. Again, the strange sounds that had awakened her could be heard. And it wasn’t the rain or the wind. Peculiar, shuffling sounds. Could it be Richard, drunk and trying to find way to their bedroom? At this thought, Alice quickly sprang up from the bed, shoved her feet into her slippers, dumping her cigarette, and as she listened intently headed toward the door to the hall.

She unlocked the door and poked her head outside. The hall was deserted.  So she closed the door behind her and took a few steps in the direction of the stairs. As she groped her way down the hallway, she could hear distant voices coming from one of the rooms opening onto the hall. Voices! At this hour! It sounded like Henrietta’s voice, and, yes,  Nicolas! The butler’s voice! Impossible! What could they be doing awake at this time of the night, she wondered, approaching the bedroom door.

A shaft of light penetrated the darkness of the hallway from the slight opening the door hinge and the wall. Alice gave a nervous gulp as the tried to look through the slit.  But she couldn’t see anything.

Almost without thinking, her hand went to the door-knob, trying it, and it turned noiselessly between her fingers. She pulled the door open just enough to peer inside the room. And what she saw froze her on the spot.

It was Henrietta all right, Henrietta lying there, her naked body stretched out on the rug in the middle of the floor, her thighs spread wide and invitingly before one of the black workers who stood between her legs almost at her feet, stripping the clothing from himself while the others, for there were others! Nicolas and two more, leaned forward to watch eagerly.

Alice gasped as she watched Nicolas shed his clothing. He stood there, hovering above the stark-naked, Henrietta blacker than the night, with his muscles bulging powerfully, his huge black cock pointing down at the white woman sprawled on the rug beneath him.

As Alice watched through the slightly opened door, she saw the now nude body of the butler between Henrietta’s wide-spread legs, saw him bend over her and begin running his lips and tongue wetly up and down her curvaceous body.  She watched in spellbound disbelief as he sucked her erect, heaving breasts into quivering hardness, then drew his moist tongue downward over the flat table of her jerking belly to her soft, round inner thighs.

Without warning, Henrietta moved into a slow writhing under the black man’s hot, wet, tongue-lashing caresses, and suddenly, she reached forward and grabbed him by the back of the neck, her long fingers hooking into his thick mat of hair, endeavoring to guide his lips towards the tight pink slit she was presenting up to him.

With a deep, penetrating moan, Henrietta spread her legs even wider apart and pulled the man’s tongue deeper into her vagina, now well lubricated with cuntal secretions.
Nicolas began making wild, incoherent sucking noises as he rapidly thrust his rigid tongue in and out of her upthrust crotch while the ragged lips of her dilated vagina seemed to cry out for release from the unsatiated torment that filled her womb.  Her slack mouth let go of small pleading sounds of encouragement to him as he worked over her burning cunt with a wild abandon.

Alice stared at the writhing couple, shocked by the obscene exhibitions.  She knew she should run, but something deep and intangible inside her senses kept her feet cemented to the floor, though she could not understand what the strange feeling was. She gave a sharp intake of breath as she saw Henrietta’s claw-like fingers grasping like a blind person’s at the stiffened penis that bobbed wildly against her thighs.

She continued to stare engulfed in a mixture of repugnance and growing, wicked excitement, the thought occurring to her that Henrietta had a beautiful body and there she lay, offering it in open sacrifice up to the lust-contorted face of her butler.  He had evidently worked her to a fever pitch, for Henrietta’s mouth hung open wide in sudden ecstatic rapture, her dark sprawling eyes now glazed and gaping upward into nothingness.

Nicolas lifted himself over her rising and falling belly, his black face shining with her cuntal juices above her soft pubic mound below. His hands lay on the smooth flat plane of her stomach with his thumbs pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips, massaging the silky folds of slimy pink tissue for a moment, then pulled slowly outward parting the soft black pubic hair and exposing the moist red slit of Henrietta’s vagina.

The delicate bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, twitching into hardness a fraction above the stretched elastic entrance of her vaginal opening. The erotic sight caused Alice to subconsciously writhe her own buttocks as she watched Nicolas’ long, wet tongue flick teasingly at the palpitating nub of raw nerve ends at the top of Henrietta’s widely exposed cuntal slit.

Alice gasped as Henrietta’s body jerked at the shocking contact, causing her legs to clamp tightly about the attacking head, the soft inner thighs claiming it in a vise-like squeeze. And suddenly her hips began a rhythmic up and down movement to the explorations of his lashing tongue. Alice could hear the soft mewing noises gurgling up from Henrietta’s throat and the gasps of the black onlookers as the woman slipped into a fitful entrancement of uncontrollable lust, and the upper portion of her body writhed insanely while her crotch danced wildly up against his face.

“Put it in, please!” Henrietta pleaded, “stick it in me before I lose my mind!  Fuck me!”

Henrietta’s words had no sooner left her lips when the black man reached down, and his long hard instrument, began rubbing the swollen bulbous head between the wet, open mouth of her cunt raising further groans of pleasure and frustration from between Henrietta’s clenched teeth.  It was then, for the first time, that Alice examined Nicolas’ thick heavy cock protruding from his hairy crotch.  It looked as hard and mean as a rod of ironwood, darkly spearing out from the mass of wiry pubic hair covering his lean, muscular belly.  It seemed to her enormously thick, and she shuddered as she watched it hover above Henrietta’s wide-spread vagina.

“Aaaaaagggghhhh!” Henrietta moaned, opening her mouth, slurpily, sideways.  “Put it inside, Nicolas!  Shove it in!  Shove your big black prick hard inside my belly!  Come on, shove it in real hard!”

Alice watched horrified as his buttocks tightened and with a quick downward thrust of his hips, sunk the sinew-ed shaft deep into the moist gaping channel between her legs. Then. with a slow, rocking movement, the huge pulsating instrument began to inch its way past her straining vaginal muscles to her deepest depths.

“Yes, yes, yes …!” Henrietta babbled, rolling her head wildly from one side to the other.  “I’ve got it in now!  Aaaagghh!  I’ve got it in now!  Aaaahhh!”

Henrietta pumped her buttocks rhythmically up at his crotch, sucking him farther and farther inside her.  A resounding slap of flesh against flesh cut sharply through the air as his pelvis smacked against hers with the force of a hard, well-aimed blow.   Henrietta let out a gurgling moan as the impalement of her body spread through her senses, sending small, quirk shots of electrical sensation coursing through her quivering body.

“Come on!  That’s it!” Henrietta urged the Negro with gasping voice. “Pump faster, Nicolas!  Faster!  FASTER!  Ooooohhhh!  It’s so big! SOOOO BIG!”

The frantic pumping motions of the two writhing bodies before her engulfed Alice’s body with a strange, foreign tingle that lapped at her private parts in hot flickering flames of an awakening desire. She unconsciously stiffened herself, trying to smother and dampen them, but without success, for though her mind commanded her to walk away from the lewd scene taking place before her—a raw animal urge kept her eyes glued tightly on the gyrating bodies on the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes … give it to me!” Henrietta kept urging the huge Negro with slurring voice that reflected the intense pleasure she was receiving from Nicholas’s vigorous thrusts.

Alice’s fingers crept involuntarily beneath the thin cotton night gown to the straining white flesh of her youthful breasts and began kneading and pulling at the quivering mounds, trying to relieve the stimulating, painful pressure surging from them. To her horror, she could feel small drops of moisture coming from between her thighs and slowly trickling down her legs. A soft tormenting moan escaped from her parted lips as she reached down at the wetness between her legs. The flesh beneath her soft, downy pubic hair felt white-hot as though it were being consumed by a huge, uncontrolled fire and her body gave a sudden spasmodic jerk when her finger grazed the bud of her clitoris, now a hot coal in the pit of the flames. The weird stimulation jostled her senses as she peered with a feeling of shame and yet a strange excitement at the fantastic scene offered by the white woman writhing under her black servant’s pumping cock with two other males looking on with obvious lust.

Their bodies were wildly entwined in one as a network of black and tanned flailing limbs danced to the rhythm of the dual plunging. Henrietta gave a lurch and scissored her legs open, while the pounding from without and within her began to build her arousal to the point of explosion. Yet, it was not quite there, but just out of reach, torturing her sex-starved organ until she thought she would scream. She ground her hips savagely against the man’s heaving body, seeking with all her being that final completion.

“Fuck me deeper, fuck me deeper!” she screamed at him in desperation.

He frantically grabbed at her ass cheeks with both hands and drove the lunging cock deeper and harder into the raving woman’s throbbing cunt with swift and brutal in and out strokes. His hairy balls smacked heavily against the puckered anus of her upturned ass as he continued his increasing pounding.

“Ooooohhhh!” she grunted, as she drew nearer her fulfillment, completely subjugated by the black man’s pumping of her soft, tender belly.

At the same time, Alice noticed the lewd, sadistic grin sketching Nicholas’s thick lips as he increased his ramming even further with a quicker and deeper thrust.  She could feel a rising tide exploding out of her own aching loins as she watched Henrietta squirming beneath the tormenting attack. Then a soul scarring groan emerged from deep within the black man’s throat as his thick hot cum burst free from his testicles and overflowed into the gaping mouth of his mistress’ cunt.

“Not yet, you fool!” Henrietta screamed, digging her sharp pointed nails into his back, breaking the skin and bringing beads of blood to the surface.

In desperation, Henrietta began to buck her body uncontrollably against his limp cock, groaning at the maddening frustration that engulfed her burning loins.  Her peak of fulfillment had been just a hair away and she now strained crazily trying to reach it as his dead weight collapsed in exhaustion across her heaving body.

“Oh God no,” she protested as his soft semen-soaked penis slipped stickily from her opening.

Tears of frustration and rage came to her eyes, but she quickly brushed them away with a flick of her hands, not wanting her servants to see her weakness. Alice had stood thunder-struck while watching the climax of the performance in the other room.

The other two, their dark-chocolate skins gleaming with nervous perspiration, were visibly ready to continue the ludicrous task that their colossal companion had begun, for their mammoth cocks stood proudly erect, pointing at the ceiling like thick, enormous trees of dark wood, branchless and smooth, which were rising rigidly from their loins, except for the huge, rounded heads of their purple-brown pricks toppling them, and which gave them more the aspect of a huge and curiously fat-stemmed mushrooms, growing powerful and healthy amidst a compact grove of springy, thorny, burnt grass.

Underneath. the pendulous bulge of their heavy testicles looked like giant twin plums, ripe and filled with the rich seminal juice of their robust maleness. Hastily, the two Negroes pushed Nicholas’s shoulder, making his massive body roll easily from above Henrietta’s sprawled figure.

“Yes, yes …!” The woman greeted them anxiously, raising her arms urging them not to waste a second in getting busy servicing her lust. “Come on!  Come on!  Can’t you see that I can’t wait any longer?” She compelled them. I’ve not cummed yet! I’m desperate!”

She grabbed the shoulder of one of the Negroes, the one who, at that moment, was closer within her reach, and pulled him down, jerkily, toward herself, spreading her legs apart and thrusting her hips frantically forward to meet his huge, taut meat at once.

“Hurry, Chago, hurry! I’m dying! I’ll die if I don’t get a cock shoved, now, into my cunt!” Henrietta mumbled, her voice broken by the state of near hysteria through which she was undergoing.

The Negro smiled lewdly, lifting his thick upper lip and baring a row of large, gleamingly white teeth, which looked even more conspicuous by the contrast they made against the wide stripe of purple gum which his smile had exposed.

He crawled over her, standing on all fours as he crossed over the woman’s leg and rotated his body slightly to take the right position facing her while he knelt between her widespread thighs. All the while her hips rotated involuntarily, as though by this movement they could be able to establish a link between the previous and unsatisfactory sexual act, and, keeping intact the continuity from one sex act to the other, merge it all a long, single and majestically gratifying carnality.

The Negro sensed the woman’s desperate yearning and, with a sadistic glance in his big, round, black eyes, decided to tease her a bit further, knowing that by forcing her to wait a little longer, he would make her feel much deeper the agony of her raving need for what he and he alone, could give her.

“Come on, Chago, come on!” Henrietta pleaded, her lips quivering savagely from her pent-up anxiety, her words sounding slurred as the warm, sticky saliva inundating her mouth foamed in thick, transparent bubbles at the corners of her lips, interfering with her words. “I can’t wait any longer! I can’t! Chago, please fuck me! Please! Fuck me now! Now! Or else I’ll die!”

Still smiling, enjoying tremendously this unwarranted feeling of power over the women, Chago took his rook-hard weapon in his fingers and, thrusting his body slightly forward, closer to the woman’s drenched crotch, he made contact with her sex-starved flesh, pressing the tip of the glans against the woman’s ultra-sensitive and blood-filled clitoris.

“Aaaaahhhhh!” Henrietta moaned, opening her mouth widely to utter her heart-felt expression of ecstasy.  She closed her eyes and rolled her head to the right, causing a spurt of saliva to trickle rapidly across her cheek and enter her ear as she rolled her head convulsively to the other side.

The Negro pressed his fingers downwards, forcing the taut, up-thrusting cock to go down, making its round crest rub against Henrietta’s oily slit add all along its quivering, slippery folds and even go further down, as far as the tightly clenched, brown-skinned orifice of the woman’s anus.  Then, calmly, he reversed the motion, rubbing the tip
of his weapon upwards along the woman’s crevice.

“You want my cock, uh? You want it real bad, don’t cha?” He said softly, savoring with sadistic pleasure the evidence of the woman’s anguished need for his throbbing maleness. “You want me to shove my prick way up that cunt o’yours. Don’t cha?”

“Yes, yes, yes. YES!” Henrietta replied wildly. “Yes, I want you to shove that big, black cock of yours way up into my belly! I need it! I need it! I need you to fuck me. Chago! Please! Please! Fuck me or else I’ll die!” She implored, abjectly.

“You are desperate, ain’t cha? You’ll die if I don’t fuck you real quick, uh?”

“Yes, yes, Chago. I’ll die!” Henrietta answered gaspingly.

“You need me!  Ain’t you cha?  You need my cock, ain’t cha?”

“Yes, yes, Chago. I need you! I heed your cock! Please!” She answered beggingly.

“You need me …!  Don’t cha ever forget that!” he murmured, as though passing sentence aver the tortured woman. Then, wiping the smile from his face, he looked at her with grim, cruel eyes, and added “You,ll feel me …! Cause I’m gonna shove my prick so hard up your cunt that I’m gonna reach your throat! You haughty white bitch! You want a
black man, uh? Well, you’re gonna have one all right! Let’s see if you’re woman enough to take a black man’s prick into your pink lit’l cuntie when this black man’ll shove it real hard into yar belly!”

Then, leaning against his knees and hands, he plunged his tool brutally forth, burying it to the hilt inside Henrietta’s vaginal passage.

“Aaaaagghhhh!” She uttered, twitting her body violently with the spasm of her long-awaited fulfillment.

However, if what the Negro wanted was to hurt her, he didn’t quite succeed, for even if Henrietta did feel the enormous strength of his stiff, monumental weapon as it savaged stabbed her sex, her vagina was so dilated from the wait she had had to suffer that she was hardly hurt by the mighty plunge which, in other circumstances, wouldn’t have
failed to make any woman scream with the tearing pain that it would have caused her. Yet, Henrietta welcomed it. All the while, the other Negro who had been so far neglected had knelt down beside the intertwined bodes of the fucking couple, massaging his own rigid pole to appease his burning need to obtain his own fulfillment.

On his knees, he had crawled near the woman’s head, which she now rolled frantically from side to side, moaning open-mouthedly with the thrilling sensations she was experiencing. And then, feeling his needs to be too urgent and too powerful to be controlled any further, and having been emboldened by the woman’s submission to his friend’s actions, he took his inflamed cock into his tremulous fingers and pressed it firmly against the woman’s lips.

“Take it!  Take it!” He urged her, anxiously. “Take it in your mouth and suck it! Suck it! Take my prick in your mouth, I say! You filthy white bitch! Suck it! Suck it hard or I’ll bust your head you, white trash!”

Henrietta didn’t even hear his words.  She only felt the presence of the huge, purple mushroom entering her mouth. She perceived its pungent smell and welcomed as anything related to sex into her lust-crazed, foggy mind.  She took it eagerly into her mouth and began to suck it hungrily.

For a moment Henrietta thought she was going to be asphyxiated by the monstrous pole of dark flesh that was being plunged in and out of her mouth, making her retch slightly whenever it touched her throat.

A second after, flood-gates of Hell seemed to have been jerked open, for Henrietta felt that powerful jets of hot, sticky fluid were being forced through every opening there was in her body.  She felt she was going to choke and gasped desperately for air as spurt after spurt of viscous substance, full of jelly-like clots, poured interminably into her throat.

But, at that very moment, the gigantic meat of the huge Negro who had been pumping like a powerful piston into Henrietta’s belly seemed to touch a tender spot at the mouth of the woman’s cervix, somewhere within her burning entrails, for she felt as though her whole body would have been suddenly connected with a live wire that began immediately sending blissful currents of electrical thrill from deep inside her belly to spread mightily all over her abdomen and from there on to the rest of her body, running wild through all her live nerves to end at the tips of her fingers and then to go back, with a backwash so strong as a tidal wave to the shot where it began, at the mouth at her cervix.

Henrietta’s body was wracked with violent convulsions.  It was animated by a life of its own, the overwhelming power of sexual fulfillment. Then, she heard a guttural groan, and felt a jet of scalding thick semen invading her body and flooding her belly in its entirety. It seemed as though the viscous fluid of male sperm was entering her through Every opening of her being.  She felt penetrated, possessed, feminine and enormously wet.

“Aaaaahhhhggghhht!”

She couldn’t help a moan which opened her mouth and sent he still-spurting semen from the huge prick she was still sucking right into her throat.  But at that, Henrietta was reaching the peak of her own fulfillment. She had an access of coughing, and the semen-sprouting rod, already spent, slipped easily out of her mouth.

After that, they all remained still, breathing heavily as though paralyzed.  Exhausted, spent, drained of all strength there was In their bodies. Then, Henrietta’s voice was heard again.

“Go away, all of you!” Alice heard Henrietta’s command to her workers and realized that she should leave the scene, also. Now her whale body vibrating with nerve tension off what she had lust witnessed, Alice forced herself back from the open door and silently groped her way back to her room.  Stumbling to the bed, she threw herself on the comfortable surface and tried to put her thoughts in order, a quite difficult task rendered even more difficult by her worrying over Richard’s long absence.

But maybe Henrietta knew where her husband was. Henrietta must have known of the two men’s not coming back to have indulged in that manner. And once again, Alice walked down the silent hallway, trying to remember where was the master bedroom, then finding it as she saw the shaft of light showing from under the door.  And before she herself had realized it, she was knocking lightly on that door, and the grave voice of Henrietta was telling her to come in.

“Well, Alice, dear, come in!” She said, a strange smile playing on her lips.

“I, I was wondering,” Alice started.

“You are worried about your husband, aren’t you?” Henrietta again didn’t seem surprised. “Come over here, it tires me to look at you from so far.  Sit on the bed, here and light yourself a cigarette, it will make you feel better. Voodoo ceremonies sometimes last till dawn, anyway, since they usually start at midnight, you shouldn’t expect Richard before one or two hours. So don’t worry about him, nothing will happen to him, I assure you. The whole damn business is quite harmless, except for the nerves of others!”

There was a sharp edge to her voice which struck Alice and she suddenly remembered that Roger too, was not there. A certain tenderness invaded her for this woman wealthy and still beautiful, who had to resort to her servants’ company while her husband was away at some orgy, not caring about the loneliness he left behind. Oh, she felt so terribly lonely and scared in this land growing ever so foreign and alien to her, far from everything she knew and understood.  Unable to control them, tears brimmed her lovely blue eyes and flowed down her soft cheeks. She felt so terribly weak and lost. Then, there was Henrietta’s arm about her shaking body and Alice felt a shudder pass through her at the woman’s touch as she immediately became aware of the hand cradling her heaving breast.

“There now,” the grave voice soothed.  “You are going to be all right. Don’t worry about anything. Just try to relax.”

In overwhelming disbelief, Alice stared wide-eyed ht the semi-darkness at the form of this beautiful woman whose intimate touch was both exciting and revolting, the combined effect of the two emotions leaving her bereft of any power to resist.

“I … I don’t understand …” Alice stammered once more, feeling Henrietta’s lush body quivering against her own.

“Ssshhhh …” the older woman whispered.

Her hand came up and touched Alice’s cheek. Alice lay stock still while the fingers ran down to her lips add moved gently along them, and then over her chin at the smooth neck. She shivered from the delicate tracing fingertips. And then, Henrietta’s lips closed against her own, gently at first, so that she could feel the full sharply delineated imprint, and then more furiously. Alice sensed her own lips, rigid in the beginning, relax slowly under the pressure. Suddenly, in an abrupt motion, Henrietta pulled away from her and tucked the hem of her flimsy nightie up on her legs.

“Is this it?  Is this what you want?”

Alice caught her breath. The beautiful thighs were so tempting. There were panties, black ones, but they were sheer and gauzy and didn’t hide much. She could see the tufts of dark hair and even the stray wisps poking outside the crutch of the tiny garment.

“Well, Alice?”

A sob rose in Alice’s throat. There was an explosion inside her, deep in the pit of her stomach, sapping the very will from her being. She hovered momentarily over the alluring thighs. Then her spine crumpled. Her lips sought. The panties were in the way.

Inhaling the musky scent drove her frantic; she wiggled her face between the motionless thighs, striving to pry her tongue between fabric and flesh. But the garment was tight enough to withstand the assault. She whimpered in frustration.  The crotch of the panties was getting wet from her touch. She could taste the black silky tendrils of hair. Then, it was Henrietta herself who inserted her fingers beneath the material and yanked.

Alice groaned at the suddenly revealed sight, at the sight of this cunt which she had seen plundered by the black servant only minutes ago. Her brain was in a fog, whirling, spinning, a velvet fog of musk and perfume and wanton passion.  There was nothing else. Nothing but the dark mound of temptation.

“Kiss me … there …” the grave voice ordered.

Her shoulders slumped.  Her face went down.  She depend her mouth and shot out her tongue, caressing the sloppy lips. She tasted the black man’s pungent cum, smelled the musky odor of Henrietta.

“Go on … kiss me … do it better … make me cum …” the woman urged as with her hand, she pushed Alice’s head forward.

Suddenly, Alice was trapped against the incredibly soft meat of another woman’s cunt. Gingerly, she put her hands on Henrietta’s thighs, forcing them further apart, opening the woman to her invading tongue. Her tongue caressed and probed and rubbed and after a while, Henrietta was flexing her hips against Alice’s questing mouth. Alice
sighed and rammed her tongue deeper into the hot passage, feeling the heated walls stirring.

It was like a dream. As if she were doing it to herself. She found Henrietta’s tiny stem and with her tongue unfolded it. Carefully, she caught it in her lips and began sucking it. Henrietta cried and whimpered and wrapped her legs around Alice’s head. But her hands went around the slumped body and found the youthful breasts, massaging them with a woman’s knowledge, her own abused body still smoldering with the lust inspired embers that had teem kindled inside her.

Alice closed her eyes and began to tremble all over at the strange forbiddenness of the situation.  She didn’t care anymore as she gobbled noisily at the sweet cunt in front of her. Like a snake probing in a dark corner, she began flicking her tongue in and out, in and out of Henrietta’s slippery channel.

“Aaaaaahhhhh!” Henrietta uttered, in the same slurring manner she had previously used when she had been entwined in sexual intercourse with her huge servant-lover.

“That’s it, baby! That’s it!” She urged Alice with gurgling groans.

“Shove your tongue, there, deep!  Yes, yes. Go as deep as you can, baby!  That’s right, as deep as you can reach!”

Henrietta’s body was writhing and quivering so violently now and she began to rotate her lips round and round in a sensual, urging movement, grinding her cunt hard against Alice’s face and smearing it all over with her pungent-smelling, viscous vaginal excretions.

“Go deeper, deeper, Alice darling!” She urged gaspingly.  “Go deeper with your tongue!  I need you to fill me with it!”

Alice tried shove her tongue deeper inside the womanly vaginal canal but it wasn’t possible. She had it as far out as it could go and the girl was beginning to feel a searing pain in the vertical membrane underneath her tongue which restrained it and connected it with her lower palate. She couldn’t possibly stretch it any further into the woman’s deep vaginal cavity.

“Now, darling, suck my clitoris! Take it in your mouth! Take it
all!” Henrietta commanded.

The woman’s hips were gyrating so violently now that Alice was having trouble in taking in the fat, slippery little flesh bud between her lips. It kept sliding away with the woman’s jerking motion.

“Take it!  Take it!  Don’t let it go!” Henrietta almost shouted, pushing her hips forward to press her hungry, oily cunt-slit against Alice’s hard-working mouth.

Finally, Alice was able to take the blood-filled clitty and keep it firmly between her lips and. not knowing exactly what to do with it, began to pull it in and out by tightening her spastic lips over its fleshy body and moving her head back and forth against Henrietta’s quim.

“Suck it!  Don’t just pull it in and out!” Henrietta commanded, gaspingly. “Suck it into your mouth, as though it were a man’s cock, Alice! Haven’t you ever sucked a man’s cock?  Take it all in!  That’s it …! Take it all inside your mouth! Aaaaagggghhhh!”

Alice had immediately complied with the woman’s urging demands, opening her mouth in a tight “O” against Henrietta’s quivering slit and taking the oily clitoris in, suctioning hard to take its entire, erected length into her mouth, working with her tongue as well as with her lips and making liquidity sucking sounds as she did so.

“Aaaaaggghhh!  You’re marvelous, darling!  You are the greatest cunt-sucker I’ve ever met!  Yes, yes …!  You’re better than any man who’s ever sucked my cunt!  You know exactly where to tickle a woman’s slit, don’t you?” Henrietta babbled in maddened ecstasy. “Aaaaaaggghh!  Suck it harder!  I want to feel you real strongly inside me!  Suck it harder, darling!  Bite it!  Don’t be afraid.  Bite it just a little!  Hurt me if you want, but let me feel it real good!”

Alice just couldn’t bring herself to bite the woman’s clitty really hard.  She just bared her teeth and let them press against the woman’s flesh. As she did so, she could feel as though Henrietta had been suddenly connected to a live wire, for the woman’s body began to vibrate furiously, shaking all over and making her head quiver with an electrical tremor.

“Aaaaaggghh!”

Henrietta emitted a loud groan, reflecting the fact that the blissfully spasming throes of her monumental orgasm were beginning to take hold of her over-excited sexual system. The woman went wild now with approaching orgasm. She had to have it now. She wouldn’t let it escape. She bucked and rode against Alice’s mouth and then cried out without warning, extending her legs straight in the air behind Alice, her whole body convulsing in the rigid throes of orgasm.

Sighing, Alice tasted the sweet juices pouring out of the woman’s throbbing cunt, smelled the sweet, beckoning scent of her body. She cried out and collapsed, exhausted. As if she, too, had been through the rigors of orgasm.

Alice leaned back against the pillows, quite and immobile, but with her eyes wide open. She had become even more frustrated by this strange affair with the woman.  She didn’t get any release from the act. Instead, she had been left wanting it even more. Henrietta remained a short while lying still on the bed beside Alice, recuperating from the nervous exertions of the recent and monumental orgasm that Alice had provoked in her.

“Now it’s your turn darling …!” Henrietta said, softly.

She didn’t wait for the girl to answer and Alice felt the woman’s strong fingers moving, molding the taut skin of her breasts and her nipples hardened instantly to a sensitive tautness. Her whole breast seemed to swell under her expert ministrations. Henrietta felt the texture of Alice’s creamy skin, the satiny smoothness of the girl’s dermis.  Alice saw her bending down and her hands came away and her mouth was feasting on her proud mounds. Henrietta’s kisses left wet trails over the hillocks of her teats. Her mouth fastened on a nipple and the teeth bit gently around it.

Alice moaned her pleasure. Henrietta’s mouth went to her other nipple while her hand was playing with her thighs and then cupping the moist flesh of her excited vulva. And then she moaned louder and louder in the throes of her deeply felt bliss.

Alice put up one hand and ran the fingers through Henrietta’s hair. Henrietta crawled up on the bed, kneeling by her side, and then she started to wander down her body, fondling and exploring every inch of it. She came to her belly and her tongue explored her little rounded navel.

All the while, her fingers were still playing with the slippery lips of her cunt, brushing the tips up and down, all along the silky folds of her slit and titillating her blood-filled clitoris. She bent her head and kissed the hollow between Alice’s big breasts, then squeezed one of her breasts and kissed the nipple, licking it thoroughly and tickling the tip of her tongue around the taut rosebud.

Alice pushed her head down.

She came again to the girl’s rounded belly and kissed smooth skin surrounding her navel.  She kissed her thighs and they parted and she drew up one knee to give her free access to the parts of her which needed most, and Henrietta didn’t fail to get the message, for her mouth traveled up and down until they finally hit her tremulous twat, licking
the silky lips and folds up and down and sucking the knob of her clitty.

Suddenly the woman’s head shifted and she planted a kiss on the entrance of the girl’s vagina, pouting her lips to make them enter a bit into her sex channel.  Then she waited for her reaction. All Alice did was gasp and toss her head from side to side. Henrietta was pleased.  She bent her head, settled herself, and now she feasted again upon the choice target of Alice’s femininity, brushing at the slit up and down with the tip of her darting tongue and only pausing to suck the clitoris once in a while.

Alice gasped again and again as Henrietta’s tongue tortured her body. The woman’s hands cupped her buttocks and as she was mouthing her quim using teeth, lips and tongue. Alice’s fingers fumbled through Henrietta’s hair and finally closed over the woman’s ears and brought her face closer to her own hungry twat. The girl’s limbs closed over the woman’s head as her hips moved back and forth on the bed while keeping the mouthing of her quim at avigorous rhythm.

“Aaaaagggghhhh!!! Alice moaned, instinctively.

She moaned and groaned with every slurping dart of Henrietta’s hot, wet tongue slobbering inside her heated quim. Then, suddenly, the girl felt her whole body become still and then, immediately after, she felt it convulsed by a violent spasm. Henrietta kept on loving her add Alice responded by moving her hips. The woman’s hands captured the girl’s solid, nipple-tipped breasts and her fingers sank gently into the soft, creamy flesh. Alice’s fingers raked Henrietta’s flesh and she groaned and moaned, rolling her head from one side to the other, and her peak was reached again, and again.

Voodoo In Haiti – Chapter 7

When Richard returned to the Mansion he was already in complete command of all his senses and not even tired, refreshed by the cool air of the night in the country as Roger drove silently home from the voodoo gathering. The erects of the will-obliterating concoction were gone from his mind.

When he arrived, it wasn’t long since Alice had fallen asleep, exhausted from the prolonged anguish over his absence, the continued nervous tension which had not abandoned her from the moment they had arrived in Haiti and received Roger Antrim’s call, and more recently from the unexpected physical exertions while she indulged the act of lesbian love with the Mansion’s hostess.

For a long while, before she could find peace in her sleep, Alice had tossed around in her bed, and paced nervously around the room, alone with a gnawing sense of guilt which led her to indulge in self-deprecatory thoughts.

Richard Carlston found his wife lying rigidly in bed, with her muscles all contracted and covered by a thin film of sticky, viscous perspiration. The moment he sat on the bed, intending to go to sleep beside Alice, without disturbing her, she woke up, as if startled.

“Richard!” She exclaimed. “Oh, darling, you’re back!” she exhaled, as if relieved of some terrible danger, and sat on the bed, nervously.

“Darling, what is it?” Richard said soothingly.  “It seems that you haven’t seen me in a month!  I was only away for the evening, and only a few hours!”

“Oh, Richard!” She throw herself in his arms. “It seemed you were away for an eternity!  I have been so afraid!”

“Afraid? Why?” Richard asked, tenderly, almost fatherly in his gesture. “Have you been  having nightmares again?”

“This time it was not a nightmare, Dick. It was real!” Alice told him, bursting into nervous tears.

And from that moment on, she spoke to her husband, rapidly, nervously, almost hysterically, without stopping but to catch her breath and continue talking.  She told him all what she had seen of Henrietta and the Negro workers, all what she had feared for him, all her suspicions about Roger Antrim, whom she confessed to distrust deeply,
although she didn’t explain why. From his part, Richard couldn’t help but believe his wife’s apprehensive words. He knew that Alice was not a woman given to hysterics, nor to invent stories to obtain something she wanted. He had always known her to be a cool headed girl with a practical intelligence who was usually perfectly capable of evaluating a situation by the weight of facts and not emotions. That was something he had always
appreciated in Alice, since the beginning of their life together.

It was true that he had already fallen into that state of apprehension about the voodoo practices that some educated people in Haiti had, who may cling to their logical disbelief of the superstitious basis of the faith, but nevertheless feel the uneasiness of a doubt hauling every one of their acts in life. He had already accepted to drink whatever concoction they had prepared for him, had purchased the many, and some quite expensive, gifts that the Loa had asked from him through the words of the Hungan whose body they had possessed.  He had even agreed to neglect his conjugal life with Alice by not having touched her for two days already because he was keeping the period of sexual abstinence required from him before the ceremony, of his ‘marriage’ with the female deity chosen to be his spiritual bride. And in that ceremony, which he had been
ready to perform, he was to ‘dedicate two days of each week to the supernatural wife’ which meant not to touch his human one nor to engage in any sort of sexual nor romantic contact with her. All in exchange for the ‘protection  and favor of the spirit so cared for’.

“Richard, let’s go away, darling!” Alice pleaded, anxiously, taking him away from his deep, weary thoughts. “Tomorrow morning!  Please, Richard. Let’s leave this place first thing in the morning, or I think I’ll go crazy!”

Perhaps that would be the solution. He needed to put his ideas in order, to review his beliefs, to regain his old confident self, which had always had full control of his acts and never hoped to gain neither fame nor prosperity from anything other than his own efforts. He longed to be again the man he used to be, cheerful and confident in his own possibilities, instead of his frightened, superstitious fanatic he had become, afraid of the words of a miserable, ignorant laborer who believed himself to possess the secret of the universe and the power of the primitive gods he summoned and who used his body in order to communicate with the living. A religion of darkness! The living allowing the dead to rule their lives. And he had gotten involved in all this!

No, he couldn’t let himself sink so deeply in the same quicksand of ignorance and superstition that he hoped to eliminate with his studies and researches on the subject. He had been warned, repeatedly, by the Hungan, with his grave, eerie voice, that the gods were jealous of their matrimonial partners which they had chosen themselves, and a transgression of any of their commands was usually followed by a palpable demonstration of the god’s wrath.

He was clearly advised that should he engage in carnal contact with his wife, or any other Suman woman, during the prenuptial period of abstinence required, or during the days he was supposed to dedicate to the Loa every week, for the rest of his stay, would surely mean to endanger the life of that mortal woman. And Richard found that, in the bottom of his heart, he was afraid, not for him, but for whatever could happen to Alice because of his transgression.

Maybe, thinking about it in a cold, logical manner, if they both left Haiti, the voodoo priests wouldn’t have the chance to ‘help’ a Loa carry out its revenge by lending them their own human intervention to make the prophesied doom come to happen.

“Yes, darling.”  He then said, as if by impulse, “Let’s leave! Let’s go away from this place. Let’s go to Port-au-Prince and not stop there but take the first plane back home!  You’re right, Alice! All this is nothing more than deprivation. Our hosts are nothing but
degenerate people with whom we have nothing in common.”  He smiled at her, trying to wipe away all his weariness and regain his old, comfortable self-assurance which he so much needed now.

“Oh Dick,” she said, putting her arms his waist.  “You really do make me happy.  I was so afraid you wouldn’t believe me and refuse to leave. You have been so much involved with this voodoo thing and I’ve been so worried about you, darling!”

She went very close next to him in bed, where they were both snuggled against one another.

“I feel so warm, so safe now, Dick,” she whispered, letting her head rest against the crook of his arm.  His hand closed around her shoulder and he pulled her closer and kissed her hair, smelling the fresh, clean scent of her shampoo and cologne.

“I do love you, please believe me, darling,” he murmured.  “I don’t want you to think that there’s ever anything more important for me than you, Alice.”

She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and she could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, and her nerves began to tingle as she resumed his kiss.  Her arms reached across to him and clung to his sides and her fingers dug into his ribs.

Richard pulled away for just a minute, and said: “Take it easy, baby. Do you know what you’re doing to me?”

“Yes,” she answered, “the same thing you are doing to me.”

Her voice had a hidden urgency and he turned and pushed her back onto the mattress, covering her face, her throat and neck with sweet, fluttering kisses.

“Oh, Dick,” she moaned.  “I do need you.”

She couldn’t bring herself to say anything of her fears, of what had happened during those endless nights while he was away in his voodoo involvement. But right now her only truth was that she needed him, she needed him to make her feel safe and loved again.

His hands roamed slowly, carefully over her soft breasts, feeling the throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever his hands touched. He wanted to feel the soft silkiness of her skin and she didn’t try to stop him as he fumbled with the buttons of her sweater, easing it from her shoulders so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud and firm beneath her brassiere.

Alice slid down further on the couch so that his body was covering hers and she could feel his weight on her as he kissed her more passionately, his tongue darting between her teeth and into her throat. She sucked on its cool dampness, and bit it gently, returning his passion with her own building need.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhh,” she crooned as his hands reached in back of her and unhooked the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could fondle her luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erectness.

“God, what are you doing to me!” he breathed.  “I want you so much!”

“I want you too, Richard!” she answered.

Tonight they weren’t drugged and they were alone and he knew that she did want him, she wanted him so much! They both quickly undressed and fell together on the bed, their hands reaching for each other and caressing, touching with tenderness as they explored each others bodies as though it were for the first time. Her breasts were firm and bulbous under his fingers and her heavy breathing betrayed her anxious yearning.

“Oh, Alice!” he choked out.  “I love you so much!”

She turned so that she was fully an her back, her fingernails digging into the strong, firm flesh of his back, pulling him over onto her. His lips ran down her neck, nibbled voraciously at her shoulders, sucking the hollows of her flesh until they were red and until his lips found the hillocks of her warm, mountainous breasts, drawing the nipples into his mouth and sucked them harshly until she was whimpering in her passion.

Her hands held his head planted to her breasts and she wriggled her hips back and forth as he drew gasps and moans from her slightly parted lips. He placed one hand on her smooth flat stomach and rubbed it gently, easing his fingers downward until they touched the soft downs of her pubis and reached to the juncture of her loins.

“Ooooooooohhhhhh!” she gapped, as his thumb pressed against her clitoris and rubbed it deliberately, tantalizingly and created a sensual trembling in her legs and in the pit of her stomach.

“Darling!” she breathed as he continued to awaken every nerve fiber in her entire body.

His hands felt the cushiony flesh of her hips and pressed his fingers into the well-padded orbs of her buttocks.  She lay beneath him, breathing heavily, but mainly passive, waiting far him to show her the way, to lead her to her ultimate release.

Her thighs were firm and smooth and they quivered under his touch. It was difficult for him to contain himself, to keep himself from throwing his hips swiftly over hers and locking into her with one violent thrust, but he gritted his teeth and concentrated on bringing her to the boiling point when she would welcome him inside her.

Her hips squirmed like a snake as he buried one finger in the warm cunt opening between her legs and her thighs closed around his hand, holding his fingers inside her where they worked skillfully and gently until she divas moaning deep in her throat with desire.

Alice was quivering all over, her breasts jiggling as she moved and her thighs tightening and relaxing with each stroke of his fingering. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, clinging to him as she would to a raft as if she were drowning. His head moved down further on her body, kissing the smooth skin of her belly and his teeth nipped softly at the folds of skin where her thighs met at the delta of her stomach and legs.

“Mmmmmmmhhhh!” she groaned as his tongue flicked out to touch her clitoris and part her vaginal lips.

He sucked voraciously at the warm elastic opening bucking under him, his head locked between her knees and she thought that she would explode momentarily.

“Wait!” she pleaded With him, not wanting to reach her ultimate satisfaction until he was inside her, filling her, shooting his hot sperm into her waiting channel. “Wait!” she repeated softly, but urgently.

He lifted his face and moved up so that he was lying next to her, holding her, comforting her trembling body.  Her hands reached down between his loins and closed around his erect, thick, pulsing rod and squeezed it gently.

“Let me,” she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into an indistinguishable whisper, but she pulled away from him and slid down on the bed, her hands still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.

“Ooooohhhh!” he groaned, his voice choked with passion, as she let her lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the bulbous, red head of his pulsing prick.

Her fingers ran over its length as though she were measuring it, as her mouth sucked harder and harder, bringing more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.

“Yes, yes,” he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding veins and tickled at the base of his immerse, hardened cock.

Her fingers touched lightly on his genitals and jiggled them softly, feeling their weight and heat. He crushed her breasts in his hands as she mouthed him, hungrily, In the warm, wet confines of her lips, intensifying his desire until his head was throbbing and his whole body was shuddering with his pent-up passion.

“I’ve got to have you!” He urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but she wouldn’t release him, not yet.

She wanted to feel his hardened rod of fleash in her mouth, memorize every inch of it so she would know what she had inside her. She sucked harder and harder until she could feel its length way back In her throat and she had to swallow to keep from choking.  He was so huge … so hard that her small ovalled mouth couldn’t accommodate his entire throbbing staff.

When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly she knew that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel his marvelous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her, making her alive again, feel again, with a tenderness that she thought had been buried forever in the weird ceremonials of his voodoo involvement.

“Now, Richard darling!” she urged, pulling at his hips.  “Take me now, love me, fuck me like you always did before!”

Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so that his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the soft hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her. She raised her knees up and his hands slipped beneath her buttocks pulling her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his first urgent thrust.

“Aaaaagggghhhh!” she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear at her lining and touch the very depths of her passage.  He was so big, so strong, so demanding!

His genitals were swirling like a boiling pot, the heat of his desire barely able to be contained.  Her loins were trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders as he pounded into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.

“That’s it!” She cooed.  “Fuck me, darling, fuck me!”

He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the head of his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he withdrew and entered her again. She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked little gasps as he steadily brought her to the apex of her passion. She could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against his male thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, letting him pull her closer to him as she came.

“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!” She gasped out in her consuming passion.  “I’m cumming, darling … ooohhh, I’m cumming!!!”

Her entire face was contorted in the throes of her orgasm and desire and she wished that he would cum, fill her with his life-giving sperm. As she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it swell slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up into her contracting cuntal passage.

“Here I cum …!” He choked, no longer able to control himself as he felt her vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came.  “I love you …!”

 

Voodoo In Haiti – Chapter 8

From his peering post, in the adjoining room, Roger had again spied on the couple’s intimacy and heard most of the words they had said to one another and so he learned of their intentions of leaving the plantation first thing in the morning.

By now his desire for the girl had grown so intensely in Roger’s mind that it had become like an irrational obsession. He had to have her at any cost, no matter what. He was going to get her, and rape her, and he wasn’t even thinking about the possible consequences of such reckless and vicious act. For Roger not only wanted to possess Alice, but he also wanted to hurt her, to punish her for her having rejected
him. That, Roger Antrim could not forgive her. That night, when he left his peeking hole from where he watched every movement of his guests, he went straight to the servant’s quarters and awoke one of the young Negresses who worked as domestic servants at the Mansion, one with whom he had been several times carnally involved, whenever he couldn’t stand the sight of Henrietta. This was a young girl, whose mother knew all about herbs and their effects on people. The following morning, when Alice and Richard came down the wide marble stairs and into the dining room, they found the table already set
for breakfast, but no one sitting at it. Alice and Richard began their breakfast, and when they were over half-way eating it, Roger made his entrance.

“Good morning!” He said cheerfully, taking his place at the head of the huge table.  “I have had to go to see some silly problem at the stables very early this morning.  I hope you’ll excuse me for not having been here to greet you good morning.”

“Oh, that’s perfectly all right, Roger!” Richard forced a congenial smile.  Then, giving Alice a quick glance, he remained thoughtful for a moment, as though searching for the proper way to tell Roger of their decision to leave immediately. He breathed deeply and then spoke: “Huh, Roger, Alice and I wanted to tell you.”

“Yes, what can I do for you, my dear friends.” Roger said, politely.

“The thing is, Roger, that Alice and I have decided to leave,” Richard finally said.

“To leave?” Roger looked at them wide eyed, as thought taken by surprise. “Why?  I thought you were being treated well here!”

“Oh, of course we are!” Richard said, a bit too effusively.

“That’s not the point Roger, of course! We have just decided to leave,simply because. Look, the truth is that, thanks to your wonderful hospitality, I have been able to take so many notes about the voodoo that I think I have more than enough material to finish my research work on it.”

Richard could not finish his sentence. At that moment Alice who had remained silently listening to the two men speak, let her fork fall noisily on her plate and held her head in her hand.

“Alice, what is it?  Is there something wrong?” Richard asked her solicitously, feeling that his old, superstitious fear for the consequences of his transgression of the voodoo vow in his wife’s welfare, revived deep within his soul.

“I-I don’t know,” Alice replied, drowsily.  “Suddenly I have gotten ill. I don’t know.”

She tried to stand up but fell limply to the floor. Richard picked the fainted body of his wife In his arms and carried her hastily out of the dining roam, followed by Roger.

“Take her to her room, Richard,” Roger said. “She’ll better lie down. Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll be all right in a moment.”

Richard placed the girl on a sofa in the one of the chambers adjacent to the living room. He was pale and tremulous. Roger placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling.

“Don’t be silly, Richard!” He said, in a comforting tone. “You needn’t worry so much. I’m sure she’ll be all right in no time. I think I’ll better call the doctor, anyway.”

“I don’t think the doctor can do much for her, Roger.” Richard’s voice almost broke at the end of the sentence. “I know what’s wrong with my wife.” Then, as though an idea had lighted up his mind, he added: “I’m going to see the Sungan. Maybe there’s something he can do about her. I’ll do whatever he tells me, no matter what it is, but I must do everything to save Alice!”

When Richard left, Roger looked at his watch and, calmly, took a seat near the sofa where Alice still lay unconscious. A short while after, the girl stirred and he walked over to her side.

“How are you feeling, Alice?” He asked, solicitously.  “Are you all right now?”  He took her hand, tenderly.

“I guess so,” Alice replied, still slurring as she regained complete consciousness. “I’m feeling well now.”

“Where’s Richard?” Alice asked then, looking around.

“He left, probably to get the doctor ready, ” Roger said. “If you are all right now, I think we’d better get in my car and drive to the doctor’s office.”  He helped her to her feet.

“Can you walk all right?”

“Y-Yes,” She followed him obediently to the car.

They drove for a while, and then Roger left the paved road and took a narrow dirt road going through open country.  Meanwhile, Alice remained sleepily sitting beside him. After a long drive through dirt roads and muddy paths, they arrived at a place that seemed to be located deep inside the rural area. From the window, Alice could see a huge frame house, with woods so old that they were that brownish grey of the rotten woodwork. At the sound of their car approaching, Alice saw a huge Negro wearing the coarse white trousers of the plantation workers and with bare torso. He looked at the car, and when he noticed Alice seated beside Roger, he smiled broadly and rushed inside, as if to advise somebody of their visit.

“The doctor lives here?” Alice asked, surprised at the aspect of the house, which hardly could befit a physician.

“No, but we may find Richard here.” Roger replied, getting out of the car and coming around to open the door for her. “I thought you may want him to come along, too.”

“Oh, sure.” Alice agreed, but still without fully understating what that place was, or what were they doing there, and why was her husband there?

When she entered the place, she noticed there was very little furniture, only a few chairs and many objects similar to those she had seen used in the voodoo ceremonies.

“Roger, what is this place? Where is Richard?” She asked.

“Richard is not here, Alice,” Roger calmly stated.

“Then, why did you bring me here?”

“I have a surprise for you, Alice. That’s why I brought you here.”

“I thought you were taking me to the Doctor.”

“Doctor?” Roger smiled. “Why Doctor? I know you’d be feeling well by now. I knew the effects wouldn’t last much longer.”

“Effects?” Alice asked confusedly. “What effects?  Effects of what? What are you talking about? You don’t make sense!”

“Never mind the effects of that!” He said, dryly. “And don’t you worry, Alice, I will make sense in a little while.”

“Roger, what is this? What do you intend to do with me?” Alice asked apprehensively.

“You’ll see.” Then, addressing the two Negroes who had come near them, but had remained silent, only looking, smiling and laughing and giving strange looks to Alice, he said: “Very well, you guys, let’s begin our magic. Take her inside!”

“Take her into the ‘ceremony room.” Roger ordered to two of the huge Negroes that were there.

“W-What is this?” Alice screamed in terror. “Let me go!”

The muscular man looked at her then slowly smiled broadly, showing a row of perfectly even teeth which shone with pure white gleam against the chocolate color of his skin.  Then, calmly, without bothering to give her an answer, he turned his head toward the door through which he had carried Alice so easily a moment before. When be saw the scene, Roger’s face beamed with a cruel smile. Then he took a bottle he was carrying up to his mouth and swallowed plentifully of its contents.

“Roger, please!” Alice yelled hysterically. “What’s going on here! Tell this man to let me go! What is this? A joke?”

Roger brought the bottle down and hissed, “This is no joke, Alice. You’ll soon find out how serious is all this.” Then, calmly, addressed the other Negro who had come into the room when his friend had brought Alice in, but didn’t come in touch with her as his huge friend had no difficulty in carrying the kicking girl inside. “Uddo!” Roger said swiftly. “Get some rope to tie her wrists,” he commanded the Negro then, walking closer to the padded stage where Alice was still lying, pinioned beneath the tremendous weight of her other man, added, “Let’s show her who’s in command here, and how really serious we all are about this!”

“No, no, let me go!” Alice screamed in panic.  “Roger, please, don’t do this to me!  PLEASE!”

But all of her pleadings had no effect on Roger who kept drinking from his bottle as nothing would be happening in front of him. The one whom Roger had called Uddo went to one of the expanded walls of the wide, rustic edifice and took a roll of some heavy wrapping twine, about the length of clothesline which was hanging from a long nail.  He brought it over and with the aid of the other one who had carried her and was now stretching out her arms, he tied them quickly and securely to the stage posts.

Alice kicked furiously, flailing her legs in every direction so that it was difficult for them to hold her still, but then Roger came closer, reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and held it tight.

“You’d better calm down or we’ll have to cut your clothes off, you rather take them off, you have your choice!”

When Alice heard him speak about taking off her clothes, her blood froze in her veins.

“Take my clothes off? What for? What are you going to do to me, Roger?” she gasped, terrified.

“You’ll soon find out, baby.” Roger spat angrily through his clenched teeth.

He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that Alice thought her circulation would stop, while the two huge Negroes fumbled with button and zipper on her skirt, slowly easing it over her hips, then over one foot, then the other.

“What should we take next?” Uddo asked lecherously, sadistically.

“Take her panties off, so we can get her ankles secured.  I don’t want to have them hiding anything from us.” Then addressed the mightier one. “Jamballa, bring some more rope.”

“Roger, let me go!  You filthy brute!” she yelled, almost choking herself with her own words, so dry and convulsed was her throat. “You won’t get away with this?”

“We’ll see about that, my sweet Alice,” Roger snapped back. “We’ll just wait and see about that. Now, we have other business to attend to.

“And he laughed, cruelly. “What a sweet, soft pussy.” The one called Uddo murmured, then suddenly, he jammed one thick hard finger inside Alice’s dry, unwanting
vaginal channel. “And tight, too!”

“Take it easy, Uddo!” Roger laughed. “We don’t want to get her all excited yet, do we?”

Uddo withdrew his finger and yanked at the thin panties, pulling them quickly off and throwing them in the pile at the floor with her blouse and skirt.

“Help me turn her, Uddo,” Roger said when the huge Negro had returned with more rope. “I want her hips sideways. I have something special in mind for this little lady. Something that I know you two would enjoy seeing!”

Roger pulled harshly at her calves and ankles while Uddo grabbed her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was being tied to the left post at her left while her left leg was pulled behind her and tied to the post at her right.

“Let me!” Roger demanded. “There’s something that for a long time I have been wanting to do!”

Alice could see that Roger was already unbuttoning his slacks and reaching for his rigid, throbbing organ until it sprung free from its confinement.

“I want you to suck it for me!” Roger commanded, mumbling, as a thick, foamy saliva oozed dripping from the corner of his tremulous mouth. Alice gritted her teeth, there was no way they could make her take that perverted, brutal man’s prick into her mouth.

His stubby organ was almost the size of a huge banana, and it was richly-veined along the shaft and dome-like in the head. But Roger knelt beside her on the platform, almost forcing Uddo to move further down direct his attention elsewhere, while he aimed his long, fat prick at Alice’s tightly closed lips.

“Open up!” Roger commanded her, pantingly, “open your mouth, you filthy bitch!”

Alice rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth tightly clenched.  Then Roger grabbed her face in his hands and pushed his fingers harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly. When she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward and shoved his monumental stub between her teeth.

“Suck it nice, you little batch!” he shouted. “Suck it good or you’ll pay for it!”

The girl’s lips closed around his huge, fat cock and sucked slowly on the swollen mammoth head. She could feel the enormous weight of his testicles throbbing against her chin and she thought that she would suffocate as he nearly sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself inside her.

Roger’s big prick seemed to get even longer from her mouthing as she wiggled the tip of her tongue  around its giant head and hoped he wouldn’t bring it any further into her throat or she was sure to suffocate.

In the meantime, Uddo had busied himself exploring and fingering the intimate channel of her vagina. He prodded gently at first, separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.

“What a small pussy,” he groaned. “It’s so nice, so nice.”

Then he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.

“Mmmmmhhhhh … aaaagggghhhh!” She gasped as the thickness of his fat finger pushed into her and wiggled, maliciously torturing her. When she gasped, the white man’s prick slipped from between her lips and he grabbed her head again.

“Suck me again, harder, harder,” he threatened her. “Make me cum, you bitch, you little thrash!”

Uddo was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins. His tongue slavered over the smooth, pale skin of the white woman. She shuddered involuntarily as the huge Negro neared his goal. Because of the way she was tied, it was be difficult for Uddo to position his face at the vee of AIice’s loins, but his tongue was teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress. Her thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and his mouth sucked and nibbled in so close to her vaginal opening.

Meanwhile, Roger was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into Alice’s mouth, his enormous prick pulsing with lust as she sucked disgustedly on his blood-engorged manhood.

“I’m going to make it!” Roger shouted raucously.  “I’m going to cum!” His deep grave voice was choked with passion and lewd anticipation and he turned to look from Alice down to Uddo while the latter kept up his oral ministrations. It was as though he had never
had a woman in he life.

The erratic spurts of his white thick sperm began to spurt down her throat. She swallowed the bitter tasting offering to keep from choking. In a world of his own, Roger was bouncing strongly on the added platform, ecstatic over his wanton accomplishment, and his handsome head was thrown back with a mighty cry that was exhaled from deep within his muscular chest, as Alice managed to swallow the last drop of his abundant semen and his still erect, glistening prick slid easily from between her lips.

Roger looked down at his limp organ as it shrank gradually into its wrinkled, dormant state, hanging loosely from the center of the thick, oily mat of curly brown pubic hair. It was a ludicrous sight, and Alice turned her head away and tried to dry her mouth on the dust-smelling white cloth that covered the ceremonial platform, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so Roger Antrim’s pungent sperm was left to dry by itself on her lips.

Meanwhile, Uddo, one of the Negroes, had worked his finger wildly inside Alice and in spite of her revulsion, the girl could feel herself begin to involuntarily react to his fingering and her vaginal passage was becoming damp with her own juices.  His tongue was licking between her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny clitoris, urging it, tantalizingly it into unwilling hardness.

“Uuuuugggghhhh!” She moaned, as he roughly forced a second finger into her, straining her vaginal walls with the pressure.

“Go on, fuck her!” the huge Jamballo begged him, his eyes glassy with carnal lust as he watched.

He was vicariously stimulated not so much by what the man was going to the girl, but by the look of hideous fear and revulsion on her face! He knew that she was suffering, that she didn’t want to feel anything, but he also knew that although she didn’t want to feel anything, she would feel something soon.  She would slowly begin to feel that burning sensation deep inside her belly and in her vagina that he had seen her feel before with her husband, but he had something else in mind.

He would have liked to see the brutal Negro fuck her, bury his massive prick into her until she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his fantasy.

“Ooooohhhh!!!” She moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers skillfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.

“You want it, Alice, don’t you?” Roger gloated, as finally Uddo lifted his lips from where they had been buried. “You little bitch, you want it!” Roger spat.

Alice gritted her teeth so that she wouldn’t cry out, so that her gasps and moans wouldn’t betray her, but her body was burning as though she were a hot coal, smoldering and about to burst into flames.  She rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not control her body, it was beyond that point, Uddo knew all the sensitive parts of her body, and without removing his fingers from her moist, quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her breasts once again.

The nipples sprung into erection at his touch and he bit and sucked them harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat. Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free herself from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they
became until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning them.

The man was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl anyway he wanted to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he liked that.

“Fuck her,” Jamballo urged.  “Fuck her good!”

“Do something!” Her body cried silently,” I can’t take much more of this!”

“Please,” she whimpered.  “Please!”

“Please what?” Roger challenged her, but she gritted her teeth again and would not answer him. “I think that she wants it!” Roger laughed, as the Negro bit at her breasts until the skin rose in red welts between his teeth marks.

“Look at her!” Uddo giggled. “She’s going out of her mind. Look at her squirm!”

Uddo reached over and ran his fingers lightly between her legs, just brushing her tender vaginal lips and feeling the moisture that was gathering there. She tried to angle her legs so that his finger would go inside her, but each time she moved forward, he would move his hand backwards, just out of reach.

“Oh, God!” she groaned. “Ooooohhhhh, God!”

“Awful, isn’t it?” Roger hissed.  “That’s what you always did to me, Alice … tease and run, well, now you’re being paid back!”

Roger grabbed the soft flesh of her thighs, forcing her cunt even more open, wallowing in the anguish of fearful anticipation she was enduring. His cock jerked slightly as it there about to leap out, out on its own into her hot, waiting tunnel.  He moved his body forward, lowering himself down on his knees, as he guided his long thin cock forward, gently parting the pubic hair with the firm, rubbery head. He could feel the soft warm folds of the edges of her cunt close wetly over the pulsing head of his cock.  He held it there for a moment, just barely enclosed in her vagina, easing it forward and back, building the desire in her body higher and higher.

Alice was aching, aching for Roger, or anyone else, to shove a long, hard cock into her belly.  The muscles of her seething passage were throbbing, reaching out as if to grab his penis and suck it roughly into the quivering depths of her cunt.

“Now, Roger, now!” She moaned at last. “Come on! Fuck me!”

As if he would have been waiting for those words, Roger smiled with wanton satisfaction. First pulling his cock back out completely, he rammed the frill length of it into her, pushing the soft fleshy walls of her vagina aside in rippling waves. Alice’s whole body jerked and twisted, and she began to moan incessant, her face contorted as she bit her lower lip to hold back the screams of ecstasy. Animal desire was taking over her body, and she was not offering any resistance, her whole glistening with sweat, gleaming
like polished ivory under the light.

“Oooohhh!  God, yes, yes!” She cried out. “That’s it! Ram it harder, harder!  Oooohh!”

Roger grabbed the sides of her hips, maneuvering her body as he coursed into her, thrusting first one way then another, the swollen head of his cock filling her fleshy tunnel and pounding into the sides of it. He could feel the smooth, raw flesh her cunt clasping and unclasping like a muscular fist all around his hot, bunting cock.  He was fucking her now with every inch of his body, fighting to ram the last bit of his cock up into her, every thrust bringing a new ecstatic moan to her lips. Her nostrils were flared like an animal’s, her eyes open wide.

“Oh!  Ooochhh!  Harder, harder!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Please!  Fuck me harder.  Ooohhh!” she begged and moaned.

She was nearing her orgasm and waved her hips in uncontrolled abandon on his inflamed, almost bursting cock.

“I’m cumming!  I’m cumming!” She screamed with a gasp of intense passion.

Roger lowered her slightly, so that her weight was no longer on his arms, still plowing unmercifully into her cunt.  Her body arched and she quivered and jerked around him in a pulsating rhythm, spewing her organic fluid around his still hard driving phallus.  Her juices flowed down her body, soaking anew her pubic hair and streaming onto her thighs
as his balls slapped hard against her.

He could feel the pressure within his balls building, and he grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing them cruelly, feeling her cringe with the added pain.  He increased the viciousness of his strokes, pounding faster and harder into the deep, hidden recesses of her belly, his pelvis smashing into hers with every stroke.

“Oh God!  Oh, oh, ohhhh!” She gasped, grinding her cunt back against him to meet his driving charge.

He could feel his own orgasm about to erupt, bursting to escape his loins as he used up every ounce of energy in his aching body, pounding out the last strokes, driving deeper and deeper into the searing cauldron of her cunt.

Then, with a loud grunt, he exploded like a bomb inside her, filling her belly with his hot, flowing sperm, shooting it up into her and more of the hot, sticky liquid into her, until his balls were drained dry of the thick viscous semen.  And finally, the last drop oozed from the tip of his slackening penis, he rolled off her and onto the platform, a lewd satisfied grin on his face leaving Alice completely spent from the fury of his fucking. Then Roger turned and motioned to the Negro called Jamballo to come over. A wide grin almost split the black man’s face in half as he moved into Alice’s field of vision, his massive chest and arms naked and forbidding, and a loin cloth wrapped negligently just above the hard, sinewy muscles of his legs. His monstrous genitals were clearly outlined through the thin material, looking almost inhuman and animal-like.

“Oooohhh!” Alice gasped as she looked at Jamballo’s hulking form hovering over her.

“Quite a build, eh!” Roger whispered in Alice’s ear. “How’d you like to have some of that, my dear, until I’m ready again for you?”

Alice’s face contorted in a mask of fear and desire. She had just been thinking that it would be impossible for any woman to take a man that size without being ripped in half. She had never imagined that men could be built like that. He looked more like a horse than a human!

With a sudden movement, Uddo pulled away the loin cloth from his companion’s waist, and Jamballo’s mammoth penis jutted out, swinging into Alice’s view, jerking up at his belly like a menacing monster of hardened, glistening ebony. Jamballo knelt down beside her and ran his hands over the bare hillocks of her breasts, feeling the hardness of the large nipples, then squeezed them viciously until she cried out from the pain.

“Aaaaaggghhh,” she groaned. “Don’t … please!”

She knew that she was powerless to stop anything that he wanted to do to her and in a strange masochistic way, she could feel her loins begin to tense and a shiver of anticipation run through her body. She knew that he would kill her if he entered her, yet she had never seen a man so huge and she wondered what it would feel like!

“Oooohhh!” she moaned as he prodded one thick finger between her vaginal lips and ran it over the tender, moist slit, urging it farther and farther with each teasing stroke.

He was sweating and grunting and she could feel the heat of his enormous testicles as they hung loosely just above her legs.  His solid prick was jerking up and down with each movement he made, his buttocks twitching it upwards and the weight of his organ forcing it down again.

Alice stared at his bobbing phallus and groaned. It was the size of a child’s arm, thick and nearly ten inches long. Suddenly, she longed to feel it ravaging her tender cunt, and a shiver of uncontrollable desire wracked her body.

“Do it. Do it,” she whispered, writhing madly under his obscene fondling of her body.

Finally, Jamballo moved up on her again, looking with lust glazed eyes between her wide-spread wet thighs at her red, throbbing gash. His huge penis swung just over her loins, threatening her, teasing her, for now she was ready, she wanted him. He grinned down at her and said,

“Take it, take it,” and he moved her hand to his phallus and testicles.

She could barely close her hand around Its thickness and once again a shudder of fear wracked her body.  The weight of his testicles seemed to be five pounds, five pounds of hot, scalding semen waiting to be emptied into her open belly!

She stared at him, horror in her eyes, but he just looked down at her and grinned, knowing that his implement would be quite an experience for this white woman!

He angled himself to enter her, reaching beneath her and pulling her buttocks up from the platform as though she were a feather. Alice could feel the wet, hot knob of his prick as he pulled apart the lips of her vagina and pushed at the tight, moist passage. The head of his throbbing phallus was not in her yet and she could feel the pressure, the tautness as he merely prodded at her.

“God. Nooo!” She moaned. “You’ll kill me. Don’t!”

“Shove it in her, Jamballo,” Roger called out, his breathing loud and heavy. “Shove it in good!  Fuck that bitch!”

Alice felt faint, the pressure between her legs was increasing and the black man grunted over her, pushing and pulling her toward him with vicious, painful jerks.  He was panting like a dog, frustrated at the resistance he meeting, and then with a hip-thrusting stab, he plowed into her, tearing the flesh of her vagina in a brutal searing lunge Into her depths.

“Aaaaaegggghhh, God help me!” She screamed, thinking for a moment that she would faint under the brutal assault.

But Jamballo held her fast against him as he sawed in and out of her, tearing her each time he plunged into her. The whole area of her genitals was wet and hot, ablaze with primitive lust, like a molten metal.  He wanted to pierce the very core of her being, make her his slave, humiliate her white flesh, ruin her! His fingers found her anus and he thrust in a finger into the smooth rubbery channel so hard that it was nearly buried between her buttocks, and she cried out again. She couldn’t stand the pain of this dual impalement, she just couldn’t!

“Please, let go of me” she groaned. “Aaaggghhh!  Ooohhh!  You’re killing me!  Please, have mercy!  Ooooohhhhh!”

His finger pushed up each time he trust down into her and she could almost feel his finger and huge penis meet somewhere deep in the quivering depths of her belly.  Her head rolled from side to side, her eyes bulging and her mouth half-open in a constant gasp for breath.  She wished that he would finish and shoot his sperm into her so that his penis would become slack, but like an animal, he seemed locked to her, glued with no hope of reprieve.  His weapon was ruthlessly stabbing at her, ripping her, jutting into her like a bayonet about to kill.

She’s never had it this deep, Jamballo gloated to himself, as he looked down at the white girl, pinned back in this lewd position. He could see the tight lips of her cunt strained to contain his thick cock, the outer pink flanges gripped tightly around the dark base of the thick rod of flesh.  He could see his wiry pubic hair tangled tightly with the light hair between her open thighs, his huge cock buried in her pink, smooth fleshed slit right up to the hilt.

She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he was savoring every moment of it, slamming into her white little belly with brutal force. Alice flexed her crotch muscles tightly together, vainly attempting to ward off his huge cudgel, but this only seemed to excite him more, and he plowed his way deeper and deeper into her passage, tearing fiercely at her insides.  The muscles of her cunt were stretched to their fullest, surrounding the huge cock like an elastic glove, gripping it tightly, firmly squeezing every inch of it.

“Oooahhhh!  God, nooo!” She moaned helplessly,

It was smashing around inside her!  Its hard rubbery tip banging against her cervix with every thrust, his balls flailing whip-like in the crevice of her ass.  Her nostrils flared and she could smell the pungent, acrid odor of his sweating body mingled with the smells of her own orgasmic juices and those of her attacker.  Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the wanton thoughts raced through her mind. Jamballo ceased his wild thrusts momentarily, still buried to the hilt in her aching belly. He flexed his cock inside her, swelling it ever larger, expanding the narrow passage to the breaking point.  He did not move, but continued to flex the huge member, each painful throb bringing a low groan of pleasure from her lips. moan of pleasure from her lips.

“Ooohhh, oooohhh!”

Her hungry cunt was quick to answer, meeting his throbs with a clasping squeeze, opening and closing around the pulsing member. Her naked body was really coming to life, rolling from side to side, beginning a slow rhythmic grind against his loins, thrusting up to meet him, still impaled on the length of his rod.

The pain of his savage attack gradually gave way to agonizing waves of delight, radiating out from her belly and coursing through her raw nerves like jolts of lightning, out across her body, tingling in heir breasts and racing up the length of her slender legs, now waving wildly in the air above, curling the tips of her toes tightly against the bottoms of her feet.  Thin rivulets of sweat poured down the sides of the heaving mounds of her breasts.

The huge member seemed to fill her entire body. It seemed as though she was only a part of his body, attached to his loins, sensing the raw passion that was raging throughout his nerves, and coursing into her. The muscles of her cunt began to act with a mind of their own, nibbling at the tip of the thick black cock, sliding moistly down the rounded shaft for a few inches, and then crawling tantalizing back up, pulling and sucking every inch of him into her vagina.

He remained still, watching with delight as she continued to pump up and down on the black shaft, screwing up against his pelvis, straining to drive the huge cudgel into her white belly.  He watched as it slid out almost to the tip, bringing with it the folds of flesh that formed the opening to her hot passage, pushing these sine folds back into her hungry vagina until the full length of his cock was hidden again in the depths of her cunt.

Her back arched up steeply, her whole body eagerly grinding at his loins. He could sense that she was nearing her climax again, the taut muscles of her cunt sucking madly, straining to come. There was a wet sucking noise as he slithered in and out, the entire fleshy passage lubricated with the milky juices of passion that were beginning to flow like water, her whole body bucking against him wildly.

“Oh!  Ooohh! Oh God! Aaagghh! Aaagghh!”

With a loud, agonizing moan, she began to tremble and shake uncontrollably.  Suddenly, in a torrent of animal passion, wet white cum gushed up from the throbbing passage, oozing out onto the folds of flesh around her cunt, drowning his impaling member, and trickling down into the crevice between the white globes of her buttocks, smearing onto his balls that lay pressed there as though they belonged.

The enormous black man went berserk as he felt her squeezing the last of her orgasm, still jerking wildly up at him.  He maneuvered his massive body directly over her, withdrawing his finger from her tight anus with a plopping sound.  He arched his back high into the air, pulling the big cock out almost to the pulsing tip. He paused there a moment, anticipating the plunge that was about to come. Then, with all of his tremendous strength, he dove straight into her belly, his thick heavy cock driving down like a pile-driver.  His taut belly smacked wetly as he slapped against her crotch, his massive chest flattening her soft breasts.  He could feel her struggling under his weight to open her legs wider, stretching her buttocks apart, fighting to swallow all of his rock-hard shaft in her flaming passage.

\Alice would never have believed that she could have endured such powerful, long, hard strokes. She groaned helplessly as he plowed again and again into her tortured pussy.  She was unable to move beneath him, his fierce jack-hammer thrusts pounding into her clasping tender passage. She was no longer aware of anything around her. Every muscle, every nerves every organ in her inflamed body was attuned to the driving thrusts the huge Negro was delivering into her belly, his black spear pistoning rhythmically up and down the fleshy tunnel.

And then suddenly, the huge member started to jerk wildly, a scorching lava flow of sperm shooting like liquid fire into the ravaged depths of her cunt. She could feel it filling her, flowing in never-ending spurts into her belly.  Over and over again the white flow erupted from the end of the huge black shaft, filling the cavern of her cunt and over flowing over the ragged pink lips, down into the wildly flexing crevice of her buttocks and onto the platform.

Her entire body was quivering at the sensation of the scalding flow as the walls of her vagina clasped the erupting member, squeezing it to milk out every drop.  Her pubic hair was soaked with the sticky liquid Negro’s sperm and the lewd lust juices of her own genitals.

The giant black gave one last dying gasp and sprayed a final jet into her throbbing womb, his thick, fleshy cock bucking, and finally jerking spasmodically to soft stillness, slipping limply out of her, and dangling lifelessly between his legs.

Alice felt as though her belly was filled so tightly that it would burst, bulging with the mixture of Roger’s sperm and the white hot seminal emissions of Jamballo. He collapsed lifelessly across her body, crushing her beneath his weight.  They both lay motionless, gasping to recover their breath. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the huge Negro struggled to his feet.

“Touch her gently, Uddo, but don’t let her cum.  We must save that for the last coup.”  He reached out and squeezed her breasts, feeling the soft, warm flesh ooze between his fingers as he grasped.

“Aaaaagggghhh … mmmmhhhhh!” She groaned again, her body tingling with desire as he touched her, caressed her.

They could have done anything to her at that moment, it wouldn’t have mattered, but she couldn’t take the pressure in her loins much longer.

Roger looked at his watch and said, “Richard should be here any minute. I made sure that somebody would let him know where we were.

Now, you remember well what you must do, boys.  Help me grab him when he enters and get the chair and the rope ready.  We must have a captive audience for our final performance!”

“No … no!” Alice sobbed.  “You can’t!”

“I can’t?” Roger hissed, harshly. “You’ll soon see if I can or can’t!”

He looked at his watch again.

“I’d better get outside, so the dumbo can see me.  That guy is so dumb that he’s probably around and can’t find the place.  Let’s hope that when he’ll see me, he’ll rush over!”

He walked toward the door.

“You fellows can go on with the show, but remember, don’t let her cum until her husband is here.”

With that he left the big “ceremonial” chamber.When he stepped outside of the frame house it was pitch black already. Time had gone so fast that he had not realized that it was already night.

His eyes were not yet used to the darkness, so he couldn’t see the two figures who emerged silently from a grey pick-up truck which had just stopped beside the frame house, conceal by some bushes. He couldn’t even realize what was happening when the bullet entered his right temple, crashing destructively into his brain.

Scarcely twenty-five feet away from the spot where Roger had fallen, Henrietta Antrim stood, still, paralyzed for a moment by the shock of what had happened. A moment after, she threw the heavy rifle away from her, as though the dark steel of the weapon would be burning her hands and only now she would have noticed.

Slowly, she turned her head toward the door of the frame house from which Roger had emerged a short moment before and saw Richard rushing inside. Immediately, she heard him shouting frantically through his rage. She heard the noises still for a while and saw one of the Negroes leaving the house hurriedly.

Then, she climbed again into the truck and drove away. Once in her bedroom, at the plantation’s mansion, she lay down in her huge, heavily carved bed and, most automatically, reached out for the little bottle of her sleeping pills and the glass of water which were always on her right able beside her bed.

Then, calmly, almost casually, she swallowed the red capsules one by one, until there were none left in the bottle. She felt utterly tired, so she turned over on the pillow and closed her eyes.

The End