Chapter 9
Doctor William Green, formerly of Africa, England and Cuba and now established in Mexico City had been a very busy witch doctor since his interview with his new patient Greta Linstrom, the beautiful blond who was suffering with a common form of voodoo bedevilment. There was no question that her trouble stemmed from her ancestor who had put a curse on her cunt from his hiding place in the spirit world.
Her cunt must be released from the grip this demon had on it and the demon must be destroyed at the same time. Bill knew of more than one way to cure Greta, hut he wanted a sure fire and permanent cure and that called for a rather elaborate preparation, lie had a sculptor construct an exact likeness of the ancestor in record time. In fact, the statue was now placed in the chapel awaiting the ritual for which it was to be used.
Bill had also obtained the other necessities for his ritualistic ceremony, so he was now fully equipped and ready to begin the operation that would once and for all drive the evil demon from the pussy of his patient. He only hoped that the girl would cooperate with him to the fullest extent, for any hesitancy on her part could spell failure for him.
Bill had garbed himself in the traditional costume of a jungle witch doctor: a loin cloth held his genitals, his body was painted in vivid streaks of many brilliant colors and he wore a hideous tribal mask on his head. He appeared gruesome to say the least, but this was all part of the plan to get rid of the demon that infested Greta's gorgeous cunt and brain.
The girls entered the chapel, a dimly lighted room that was hushed in deep silence. At the far end of the chapel was an altar that stood five feet off the floor of burnished copper. The altar was of gold and was inlaid with precious stones that shone their shafts of brilliance even in the darkened room.
In front of the altar was a couch of ebony wood, which had no arms nor backrest, just a slab of ebony set on four ebony legs that were carved in images of devils that had long tongues and horns protruding from their heads. There were no seats in the room, but there were two black boys of unusual size completely nude who had jungle drums in front of them.
Greta took the scene in and gasped aloud. She was, for the first time, a bit frightened of the set-up, but when she recalled the things she had witnessed in the Ponyboy Stable in Chicago she got a grip on herself easily. There was another door located behind the altar and it was from this door that Bill appeared. Neither girl recognized the svelte man who had interviewed them earlier that day, he was just a frightening sight to them.
Even when Bill spoke he was unrecognizable as he used a tone of voice entirely different that he had used in his office. As soon as he entered, the two black boys began a steady drum-beat on their large drums. The cadence of the drum-beat was at once eerie and foreign to any rhythm the girls were familiar with, it was a drumbeat from tribal days of 10,000 years ago.
"Greta Linstrom, I bid you to disrobe and lay upon the sub-alter face up," the voice commanded and Greta took the couch to be the sub-alter.
Two more large black boys entered the room swinging smelt jars of incense that were attached to silver chains. The incense smoke permeated the air almost instantly and soon the room was filled with an odor that bespoke of secret jungle smells.
The statue that had been made so expertly was molded from a type of plastic that looked and felt like human flesh and real hair had been implanted in its head, its crotch and under its arms. A set of real human teeth were in its mouth and its penis had been removed from a still warm cadaver. The penis had been stretched to its full length and braced so that it was as hard and stiff as a natural prick in heat.
As soon as Greta had lain on the couch the statue was placed beside her and it was amazing how the two resembled each other, even to the huge growth of blond pubic hair. Bill had done a masterful job at directing the- sculptor who had created the image. Bill stepped up to the couch and sprinkled some finely ground potions of secretly made anti-demon medicine over Greta's crotch as he intoned some eerie incantations over her cunt.
The two boys who had swung the incense lifted the statue up and onto Greta and Bill whispered to her to put the prick into her pussy. Greta slipped the huge cock into her vagina and as she did she felt the same exact muscular reaction she always got when anything was inserted into her steel trap-like box. Her cunt walls closed tight around the prick and then they began to jack the prick off.
With a wave from Bill the drummers stepped up their jungle beat and then Bill reached for a small dagger that gleamed and shone with jewels. He began to prick the statue, all the while uttering his secret mumbo-jumbo of words that meant nothing to the girls. He pricked on and on all over the ass of the statue and then he drew the sharp weapon down the back of the life-like form. The drums grew louder, the statue suddenly seemed to come to life as it shuddered notably and the- tension in the room increased.
Now Greta began to shiver and shake and quake to the same cadence of the drums. Her thighs shot up in the air, her ass followed her thighs, her face contorted in a horrible shriek, her body was suddenly drenched in sweat and her eyes almost popped from her head as she heaved and bucked on the ebony couch.
When Greta had reached a peak of human endurance Bill drove his dagger deep into the back of the statue's head. The statue fell limply on top of Greta's body and as it fell its prick fell out of her cunt. The boys lifted the plastic man off Greta and as they did Bill went to Gogi who had been watching the entire ritual like a cat watches a canary.
"Gogi, I want you to get one of those black boys hard. Jack him, suck him, or do anything you can, just get him hard as fast as you can if you want to see Greta cured for good!" he said excitedly.
Gogi ran to the nearest black man and knelt down so her mouth was over his soft prick. With all the expertness of a New York whore she tongued his cock to an erection in nothing flat. Greta, in the meantime still lay on the couch with her legs apart. As soon as the black boy's cock was hard Bill led him over to the couch.
The black had a prick about fifteen inches long and three inches thick and it looked awfully good to both girls although neither one was convinced yet that it was safe to put it in Greta's pussy. The shiny jet black rod was backed up with a pair of huge balls that shook in their own black pouch, a little pre-come juice dripped from the end of the huge prick.
The black jumped into the saddle without a trace of fear. He had well known what had gone on and he knew that the girl was well as she could be. He held his prick over her slot and Greta guided it into her cunt. The cock slid in nicely and wonder of wonders her cunt did not contract at all. Once it was in Bill ordered the man off, much to his dislike and disgust, but once he was off another prick was ready to go.
Bill dropped his loin cloth and his huge cock popped out and found her cunt instantly. Greta didn't have to guide it, it had eyes of its own. Bill plunged and pounded at the beautiful crotch for all he was worth and within a very few seconds he exploded a stream of gism into the silk lined cunt that Greta felt and she responded instantly.
The copulating couple fucked on and on to the delight of everyone in the chapel. Everyone there knew of the sickness that Greta had suffered before the ceremony and they were all glad that she was at last cured. The black boys knew for sure she was cured, otherwise Bill wouldn't be riding her. Five comes later Bill's cock went soft. Greta felt it going limp and she squeezed her cunt together and popped him out as easy as pie.
Greta jumped up and ran to embrace Gogi who was in tears of joy at the quick cure the witch doctor had effected so perfectly. The girls clung to each other sobbing and laughing all at the same time as the good witch doctor disappeared to change into his regular clothes. When he returned the girls had subsided and were full of congratulations for his success.
"Bill, I'm going to give you a bonus of fifty thousand pounds, I can't express my gratitude for what you have done," Greta said as she kissed the now dignified man who had cured her.
"Well, where are you two off to now? Why don't you stay here and enjoy yourselves before you leave? You know that the test fuck I gave you was purely in the interest of the cure and I'd like to have a party with you for fun," Hill said as lie stared at the glamorous girl who was still naked.
"Thank you, Bill, but I have an obligation to the one I love and we are taking off for South Africa tonight to give him the good news," Greta replied as she did have some sympathy for the wonderful Bill.
"Thanks for the bonus and have a good time on your trip," Bill said with a touch of wistfulness in his voice at losing such a piece.
Greta and Gogi retired to their upstairs suite and began to talk.
"You'd better call Bob Jones and make sure he is in South Africa before we waste a lot of time going over there. That's a long flight from here, Greta," Gogi wisely suggested to her girl friend.
"You're right as usual, I'll put a person to person call in for Bob right now from here," Greta answered as she tried to get her wits together, after all she had had quite an experience just a few minutes ago.
It turned out that Bob wasn't in South Africa at all, he was in his own winter house in the Cayman Islands and he was glad to hear from Greta. The Cayman Islands were a bit oil the beaten tracks of the Caribbean Sea, but once Bob had given Greta the latitude and longitude, Greta knew she could be there in four hours at the most.
The dawn was breaking as Greta's Lear-Jet settled down on the largest of the Caymans. Owen Roberts airport was on Grand Cayman and Bob was at the side of the air-strip awaiting Greta and Gogi, when their plane taxied to a stop. The greetings were warm indeed and Bob had them on the way to his huge winter palace in no time.
The three sat in the front seat of Bob's car as he drove the winding five miles to his palacious mansion on the shores of the sparkling blue sea. Greta hadn't told Bob a thing about her cure so he really had a surprise in store when the time was right. Just now the three were all relaxed and anxious to get a party going as soon as possible.
"I'll have to get a date for Gogi," Bob said as they neared the gate of his estate and he could sense the hesitancy on Gogi's part at being with them without a male companion of her own. Two's company, three's a crowd.
"What kind of fellows do you have on this Island Bob?" Gogi asked.
"There are several married men here and a few singles. What do you look for in a man? Maybe I can match you up with someone," Bob said.
"Can I be frank?" Gogi said straight forwardly and calmly.
"Please do, I always appreciate frankness in man or woman," Bob replied, grateful that Gogi wasn't the type to beat around the bush.
"I'd like a man who likes to fuck and who has something between his legs to fuck me with. I'm tired of short peckered men," Gogi answered.
"I have one pal who is married, he really is built. Maybe I can call him this afternoon and he'll come over if he can get away from his wife. She's a bitch though and this might take some doing on his part."
"By all means call him, he sounds yummy to me," Gogi answered.
"That's done, I'll have old Frank over shortly," Bob stated flatly.
Bob had a pool that was set between the ocean and his patio and the pool was surrounded with huge cabanas that were designed for privacy and fun. Each cabana had a bar, a full bathroom and a full double bed for the comfort of his guests. The girls headed for a cabana and stripped off their clothes to take a dip in the pool.
Bob joined them after ordering a case of champagne to be sent out to the pool and the three naked youngsters frolicked in the clear blue water for half an hour before Bob's friend Frank showed up to join them. Introductions over, Frank stripped and jumped into the pool with his new friends.
"Where on earth did you find such a pair of females?" Frank asked.
"They're two girls from jolly old England and I'm trying to marry the blond," Bob replied as the two men swam alongside of each other.
"You'll be lucky to land that blond, she's really something," Frank commented as he saw how gorgeous Greta was when she swam gracefully toward him.
"How do you like my girl friend Gogi?" Greta asked of Frank.
"She's super, Greta, she reminds me of my wife, she's so different."
"Well, you'd better take good care of her, she's starving for love."
"I'll certainly try Greta, I'm starved for a little-loving myself."
The four finally climbed out of the pool and sat at the edge of one of the cabanas where the champagne was nesting in a huge vat of ice. A servant opened a bottle and filled their glasses with the bubbly and they toasted each other with the verve and vitality of people who knew they were going to have fun sooner or later and preferably sooner. Bob suggested they split and take a nap in a cabana. The breeze was great out here, he said.