Chapter 8
A youngish man in liveried clothes opened the gate door and bade- the girls to enter. He guided them through a pleasant garden to the main door and then left them in a library which was comfortably furnished and had thousands of leather bound books neatly arrayed in shelves that reached to the high ceiling. Both girls were impressed to find this academic decor in the house of a witch doctor and they felt much more at ease.
After a short wait they were ushered into another large room where a handsome man, quite tall and distinguished, sat behind a large desk that was notable for its total absence of normal desk top clutter. As they entered the man stood and came around the desk to greet them with a smile on his face.
"Welcome young ladies, to what do I owe this unexpected visit from two such attractive people? Please be seated, I am Bill Green." He said with an unmistakable English accent.
"I'm Greta Linstrom and this is Lady Rice and I'm the one who is seeking help for my serious mental and physical well being," Greta said.
"We came here from Miami in the States and frankly we just took a chance at finding you here and another chance that you might be able to help Greta. Please call me Gogi, may I call you Bill?" Gogi explained.
"By all means call me Bill, Gogi, I appreciate your frankness."
"Then you will accept me as a patient?" Greta asked.
"I will gladly. First please give me the history of your condition, then I will give you a physical examination and you can be certain that if it is in my realm of healing I will do the best I can," Bill stated.
"As a child I was a very slow learner, but when I reached thirteen years of age my mental powers came on stronger than other children my own age. My genitals also developed quickly at that age, in fact my body at thirteen was much the same as it is right now. In fact you will see when you examine me that I have an abnormal vaginal development which is also one of my problems.
Two years ago I dreamed that I made love to man and fucked him to death. Being a virgin and a Catholic I talked to a priest about the- dream. He thought then that I might be 'possessed', so lie put me through the rituals of exorcism. Not fully convinced that I was free of the devil because of recurring dreams I decided to actually sleep with a man to see if that would break the spell of these horrible dreams.
I still have the dreams after fucking five men and having them all die in the act of fornication. Some of the men deserved to die, but I do happen to love a man deeply and want to many him. How can I marry until this dread situation is cleared up?" Greta said without holding back anything.
"What happens to kill these men?" the amazed Bill asked.
"When their penis enters my vagina I have an uncontrollable urge to squeeze them so tight that they cannot withdraw and at the same time my muscles seem to cling and vibrate to the penis in such a way that they can't stop coming, they simply come until they die," Greta answered truthfully.
"Please take off your clothes and lay down on this couch," Bill said as he drew a white sheet over a couch in the corner of the room.
Greta's sheer magnificence took the man by surprise. She had looked good in her clothes, but the huge titties topped with the cherry colored teats and her fantastic silken blond pubic hair that spread over her entire abdomen in a fan-like display of super-sexed allure really amazed him. Her torso from crotch to titties was flat so that the forest of cunt hair stood out as though it were planted in her body only to attract sex.
Bill went over her body with a stethoscope carefully, he peered into her throat, he tapped her knees, he looked into her luminous blue eyes and he at last got down to the important phase of his examination. He locked two stirrups to the bottom of the couch and put her feet in them which spread her lovely thighs and brought her pussy into full perspective.
Bill placed a thumb on either side of her cunt and opened the lips as wide as he could. He gasped when he saw the size of her clitoris. It resembled a man's penis more than any clit he had ever seen, it was long and thick and the opening in its tip was the size and shape of a normal man's prick.
Bill inserted a chrome plated steel instrument that looked like a penis into her pussy and watched her cunt muscles tighten around the shiny instrument so hard that he thought she was going to bend it out of shape. Instead of trying to release the instrument with force he picked up a needle tipped syringe and shot a powerful does of narcotic into her clit.
The medicine took effect immediately and her cunt walls loosened enough for him to withdraw his instrument. The examination hadn't taken very long, but for his purpose it had been more than complete. He knew that her problem was interrelated from her soul to her unusual body and that her only chance for a cure was to release the demon that she contained.
"Greta, I can treat you and I'm almost positive of success if you are willing to cooperate all the way. It won't be easy for either of us, but I see no other way to accomplish what you want and what you need to lead a normal existence. Think it over and let me know as soon as possible."
"I don't have to think for a moment, Bill, I'll go through anything you say in order to get over my sickness. When do we start?" Greta replied.
"We can start today if you wish, Greta," Bill said with a smile.
"How long will it take all together?" Greta asked anxiously.
"I can't tell that, but I assure you I'll work as fast as possible!"
"Let's get going right away," Gogi urged as she too was anxious.
"You must know that what we're going to do is something very special, something that no book of modern medicine can explain. What we'll do is not dangerous but it will be something that is frowned on by most medical societies and governments throughout the world," Bill said.
"Some unknown ancestor of yours with a fetishism based on the genital organs is practicing a severe form of Black Magic on you and a demon has been implanted in your vagina. This demon is strong enough to exert a pressure on your spinal column and thence to your brain, that's where you get those bad dreams from," Bill continued.
"Are you sure of all this?" Greta asked in wonderment.
"That is my diagnosis. I've seen this happen before many times in Africa where tribal cults abound in great abundance," Bill answered.
"I once had a missionary great grandfather who lived most of his life in Africa. Could this be tied in with him?" Greta asked.
"It most certainly could be directly connected with him. I want you to give me all the information you can about this man and if possible I'd like to have a picture of him. Tell me in detail everything you can."
Greta and Bill sat together for well over an hour, going over all the remembrances she had of her ancestor and finally she drew a picture from memory of what the man looked like. Her memory was only of a picture she had once seen, but she had been told that her father was a dead ringer for her great grandfather so she was able to reconstruct a good likeness of the man.
Bill told the girls that they could stay with him here in his house while the treatment was going on and the girls were happy to do so. They were ensconced in a very large suite of rooms overlooking a beautiful garden which was more than adequate for their needs. They had two double beds in the same room, but this was no drawback for them as they loved to sleep together anyhow.
As soon as they were alone the girls had a real heart to heart talk about the whole situation they had gotten into in this wonderful country of Mexico. Both of them loved the city and they knew it fairly well having visited it before. The even, eternally springlike climate was the best in the entire world and the graciousness of the natives was impossible to beat anywhere in the world.
"Isn't he the most divine man?" Gogi said as she relaxed in a chair.
"He is attractive, but that doesn't mean that he can help me. One thing that impressed me was how fast he came to the solution of my condition, I only hope that he is right. He does seem to be very thorough though," Greta said as she too lazed on the huge four-posted bed with its down filled mattress and its beautiful gold and blue bedcover of opulent material.
"I'd like to snuggle up to you and have a good old fashioned sixty nine party Gogi, but you know he said no sex until he's through with me.
"He says the demon is in your pussy and that makes a lot of sense to me because that is where you seem to have such tremendous power. I wonder just how he's going to get the demon out of there. You know this is all very mysterious and almost unbelievable when I think about it," Gogi said slowly.
"I could care less how he does it, I just want it to happen,"
When are we supposed to see him again?" Gogi asked.
"He said that he would send for us and in the meantime we can have our meals sent up here. He cautioned against drinking though," Greta replied.
"That's a helluva boorish requirement for us. Let's hope it's over soon. By the way did he quote you a fee for his services?" Gogi asked.
"I gave him a check for fifty thousand pounds for the whole deal."
"Very reasonable indeed if he performs," Gogi agreed easily.
"I'll give him a damn good bonus if he's successful," Greta added.
"Right, it's worth anything if he can cure you, Honey," Gogi said.
The girls spent several hours dozing and talking idly. The servants brought up food and coffee but no wine. The time dragged horribly for the two young beauties and their minds conjured up all sorts of weird thoughts as they contemplated what was going to happen. Neither girl knew anything about black magic or fetishism, let alone medicine.
"Tell me about this Bob Jones, that sounds interesting," Gogi said.
"Well, we met in Paris. He was there on business, his family controls the diamond market all over the world. Their mines are in South Africa but they sell the stones everywhere. We went out together in Paris and then we took a jaunt through the French countryside down to the Mediterranean where we stayed for a week.
"We had a lot of sex but it was all oral. I could never bring myself to explaining my curse and he thought it damn strange that I wouldn't fuck. When I told him that I wouldn't fuck even if we got married he really got disgusted with me because he wants children very badly, as do I." Greta related.
"That all sounds very romantic, Greta and I can see where he would get unhappy with you. Let's just hope that this Bill knows what he's doing."
It grew dark in Mexico and still no word came from Bill. He must have been busy getting ready for Greta they hoped. The sounds of the city wafted in on the night air and the girls thought of a thousand things they would rather have been doing other than sitting around waiting.
At long last there was a knock at the door. A man entered dressed in the native dress of the jungle, he was a black man and very huge. He asked them to follow him and of course they did very anxiously.