Chapter Eight
Voodoo Ceremony
Henri brought Renee with him at dinnertime. “"Renee will take care of Jerome."” Henri waited until Jerome and Renee were gone. “"There is a voodoo ceremony tonight that I will be attending. Master said you might be interested in attending. Would you like to go?""
Jessica looked up at him. “"Yes, I would feel honored."” She knew that not many were invited to voodoo ceremonies. Yes, the tourists went to “"ceremonies"” but they were little more than folklore presentations staged for money. Real voodoo is a religion, concerned not with tourists, but the invocation and worship of gods and spirits.
""Tonight after dinner. You will be a Hounsi, a server. Everyone at the ceremony participates in the service. I will leave a white robe in your room for you to wear. You should not wear anything under it. You must be free of your worldly possessions.""
Jessica nodded as Henri walked off. She went back to her room after dinner and showered. She let her towel drop to the floor, putting on the robe she''d found just as Henri had promised. It had a row of buttons down the front from her neck to the bottom of the hem and she felt a little uncomfortable, naked beneath the robe, but it hid her body. It was shorter than she expected, above her knees. She had expected a robe that went to her feet. She slipped on a pair of sandals. She looked in the mirror; her breasts were just barely visible through the loose, flowing robe.
Henri knocked on her door. He was wearing a top hat and black coat. “"Let''s go, we have to be there soon."” He offered no explanation for his dress. They caught a cab out front, the cabbie nodding to Henri.
""Evening, Sir.""
""I am the Houngan for this region."” Henri explained during their ride. “"In your Christian religion, I would be a priest. You cannot be an idle bystander at a Voodoo ceremony; everyone participates. You will be offered drinks, which will be familiar to you, at the ceremony. Michael has asked me to watch over you, so feel free to drink, it will make you more comfortable during the ceremony and more willing to participate."” Henri looked over at her, the robe already sliding up high on her legs, his cock hard at the thought of her naked beneath it.
""Thank you, Henri, I trust you. Though, I am very nervous. I would not want to make you look bad in front of your people.""
""Don''t worry about me, Jessica,"” he laughed. “"The people are fearful of the power of the Houngan. I am very powerful and the people fear what I can do. Moreover, I practice Petro Voodoo. This is black magic Voodoo."” Good thing she did not know that Petro Voodoo is not the typical Voodoo. Dangerous things could happen in Petro, including death curses, the making of zombies and wild sex orgies. Tonight was going to be a special night for Jessica.
""In Voodoo there is what they call an Iwa. They are the various spirits of the family members and can intersect with the people of earth. They ‘'mount'’ people now and again during the ceremony and give messages and can even cause various good and bad things to happen to people. They take over the body of a person for a time. When the Iwa comes, the person is gone. The body is the body of the person, but it is really the Iwa. The person enters a trance and usually remembers nothing after they return to a normal state of consciousness.""
""Is that going to happen to me?"” Jessica worried.
""Probably not, it is rare for an outsider of the family to be entered."” Henri knew the real reason certain persons were mounted. Most Houngan''s were accomplished herbalists with secret herbs that could be poured into drinks and that would put people in trances, their memories fuzzy later in the evening. Jessica would soon learn of the effects of one of them tonight. “"I will pay special attention to you tonight, Jessica.""
The taxi arrived at the location of the service. Rural slums lined both sides of the street, typical two-storied, unpainted houses with wrought-iron balconies. Jessica got out with Henri, noticing that Henri did not pay the taxi driver and the driver did not seem interested in getting paid. He must be very powerful, though she still could not get used to his clothes, the top hat and coat still out of place. Groups of people were gathered about the main structure, a tin roof supported by wooden posts. A small tin-covered building stood behind it.
""The poto mitan is the sacred center pole at which gifts are offered to the gods. A concrete base of the pole holds the gifts,"” Henri explained to Jessica. “"Music is provided by drums exclusively, not the frenzied dancing as shown on your American television movies, but slow, ritual dancing. It is much more seductive. Let''s sit over there, the service is about to begin."” He motioned her over to a row of benches encircling the poto mitan.
""Don''t you have to lead the service?"” Jessica asked Henri as she sat down next to him.
A few other men moved next to her on the bench as soon as they sat down. Very few outsiders are allowed, making an attractive girl all the more of a novelty.
""I will take part in the ceremony later on, but there is a La Place, or as you Americans would call, a master of ceremonies. You know Charisse, don''t you Jessica?""
Charisse brought over two drinks, one she handed to Jessica, the one that Henri had instructed her to give to her. She knew it contained special herbs and she hoped she would see Jessica humiliated, a fitting revenge for the ass-fucking she''d had to endure, when it should have been Jessica on the bed being sodomized by Henri.
""Yes, we are good friends."” Jessica took the drink from her. She took a sip of it, crème de cacao, a chocolate and vanilla flavor mixed with something else. She wasn''t sure what it was, but it was strong, her throat burning as it passed down.
""Do you like it, Jessica?"” he asked, taking a sip of his own drink. “"Drink some more,"” he urged her, watching as she placed the glass to her lips, taking a longer drink this time.
Jessica let the liquid run down her throat, warmth already running through her body. She had never drunk anything like this before. She saw that Henri was pleased, so she finished the glass. She barely had time before Charisse was back with another. “"Maybe I should wait on this one?"” she asked Henri.
""Nonsense, Jessica. I will make sure nothing bad happens to you. I promised Michael I would take care of you. Drink some more, the service is about to start.""
She drank the next glass rather quickly, the drums beginning, a sort of hypnotic rhythm that made her want to dance. She was already feeling a little light-headed, her limbs tingly. She went to lean back and almost fell over, forgetting that they were on a bench.
""Careful."” Henri caught Jessica before she tumbled backward. Her legs shot up, all of the males feasting their eyes on her as her robe pulled high up, hoping to catch a glimpse of her naked sex. He put his hand behind her, keeping her from falling off. He pulled her closer toward him, her body not resisting. “"Let me hold you to keep you from falling off."” His hand slid around her waist.
Jessica felt secure in Henri''s arms, tucked against him, his arm holding her tightly to him. “"Thank you,"” she said, looking up at him, his face a little foggy. She could feel his hand moving across her back to play against her waist, slowly moving back and forth, up and down, getting close to her unencumbered breasts. She noticed that her robe had ridden high up her thighs, barely covering her naked crotch. She looked at the men on the other side, their eyes glued to her naked legs. She went to pull it down, but Henri''s hand stopped hers.
""No, let me."” His other hand slid down to rest on her naked leg. “"Relax."” His hand moved up and down her naked leg.
Jessica shifted a little on the bench as Henri rubbed her leg. He made no effort to pull her robe down, instead seemed more interested in caressing her leg. “"Please, my robe,"” she begged him. She could hear the music become louder, some male members of the service moving up to the poto mitan and placing gifts on it, dancing slowly as they moved around the pole. A female joined them, a young girl of about twenty, her hips moving slowly to the beat of the drum. Jessica watched her body moving sensuously to the music, almost forgetting Henri next to her.
Henri continued to rub his hand on her leg, moving down between her tightly clenched thighs. “"Relax, let me spread your legs,"” he ordered her. She looked at him, her eyes already glazed over, merely nodding, the muscles in her legs suddenly relaxing. Henri looked at the man on the other side of her, nodding to him.
Jessica was mesmerized by the girl dancing, her body flowing to the music. One of the men around the pole moved in behind her, his body against hers, both of their hips moving in unison. His hands encircled her waist, drawing her closer, moving up to her breasts, rubbing them lightly as his hips rubbed against her ass. She did not protest, her eyes shut, entranced by the demanding drums. Jessica let her legs relax, feeling Henri''s hand move between them, grabbing and rubbing her tender inside thigh. She looked down at another hand moving over her other leg, slipping down between her thighs, pulling her leg outward. She seemed to be observing her own body from above, detached at what was happening to her, only a voyeur, watching it as it unfolded. The hands became more urgent between her thighs, pulling her legs outward, her robe sliding up higher.
""Lift your ass off the seat for a minute, Jessica,"” Henri ordered her, watching as she obediently did as she was told, Henri pulling her robe out from under her before she sat back down.
Jessica felt the cold, hard wood of the bench on her ass, not able to comprehend why, not understanding that her robe was pulled from underneath her, her naked ass now on the bench.
The man behind the girl was now cupping her sex in his palm as he ground his hips into her ass. Another man had joined them, standing in front of her, his hands reaching out to grab at her breasts, molding the flesh in his palms, clenching on the globes in time with the pounding of the drums. Jessica looked down, surprised to see her crotch naked, black hands contrasting with her white thighs, sliding up and down her smooth flanks, each time stopping before they touched her pussy. She squirmed a little when they began to pinch her thighs, tiny bits of her flesh squeezed between powerful fingers.
Henri looked at her naked pussy, her juices already glistening on her neatly trimmed bush. The herb he had given her would keep her sexually aroused even after multiple orgasms. “"Relax Jessica, I''m going to pull your pussy lips apart."” His fingers grabbed one puffy lip, the other man grabbed the other and they began to separate them, all eyes converged on her pink inner pussy as it was exposed.
Why are they doing that to her? Jessica wondered, seeing the two men spreading the girl''s pussy open. She looked down. It was her! She was so exposed. She looked around, others were watching her, all could see her sitting there, her legs pulled apart, naked from the waist down, her pussy exposed. She felt a fat finger push between her pussy lips, her ass arching up from the bench, trying to drive it in further. It felt so good, she didn''t even care whose it was, she just needed someone to touch her pussy. She was so hot.
Henri stuck a finger inside her pussy, feeling her hot, tight hole grip his finger tightly. She might have been fucked before, but not often. She was as tight as a virgin. She squirmed in her seat as he began to fuck her, her juices running freely over his finger as it plunged in and out of her pussy. “"Let''s get up and join the service now, Jessica,"” he said, pulling his finger from her wet pussy, wiping it on her inner thigh as he withdrew. He pulled her up by the arms, her robe falling temporarily back over her naked sex.
Charisse came over, offering Jessica another drink. Jessica could just barely hold the glass, moving it to her lips and drinking it down. It burned as it added to the warmth in her loins.
""Good girl, how are you feeling Jessica?"” Henri looked into her eyes, her pupils tiny spots, her eyes glazed over as if in a trance. “"Has the Iwa taken over your body?""
""It''s strange, as if I am not inside my own body, able to see what is happening to me, but unable to stop it. Where are we going?"” she asked as she was led over to the poto mitan.
The couple moved out of the way, giving Henri and Jessica the floor. Some of the others had followed them up, including Charisse.
Henri stood behind her, his hands on her hips, his body near hers. He leaned over her shoulder and whispered into her ear. “"Let your hips go and listen to the drums. Ignore everything else and concentrate on letting the drums guide your body."” He put his hands on her hips and began to roll her pelvis with the music, relaxing his grip as he felt her responding, moving on her own.
Jessica felt like a stripper, grinding her hips back and forth to the drums. Her upper body joined in, her breasts bouncing up and down in the confines of the robe, unfettered by a bra, her nipples rubbing on the rough material, turning into hard buds. She closed her eyes, her body gliding around the pole, Henri always near her.
Charisse came close to Jessica, leaning in next to her. “"Did you bring a gift for the gods?"” she asked her.
Jessica opened her eyes. She had nothing. She looked at Henri, “"I didn''t bring anything for the gods,"” she exclaimed, embarrassed at being unprepared, afraid of insulting Henri. “"What should I do?""
""You have something for the gods,"” Henri answered.
""What?""
""Your pussy, you can give your pussy to the gods. The gods will be pleased with a hot, tight pussy like yours.
""How?"” she exclaimed.
""Dance on the poto mitan, rub your naked pussy on it. The gods will love that,"” Charisse told her.
""Yes, Jessica, let me help you."” Henri pulled her robe up, exposing her naked ass to all, watching as she continued to roll her hips to the sound of the drums. “"Move closer."” He pushed her toward the pole.
Jessica looked around, all eyes feasting on her. Henri''s hands were at her waist, her robe gathered underneath them, her body naked from the waist down. She saw her hips moving so sensuously, grinding on air, moving to the beat of the drum as she saw the poto mitan only inches from her. It ran from the concrete base all the way up to the ceiling. It was a shiny metal, shimmering in the light. It was about four inches wide. “"Yes, if it will please the gods.""
Henri moved her closer, “"put your legs on each side of the pole, spread them out."” All eyes were on Jessica as her legs went around the pole.
Jessica hesitated as she spread her legs around the pole before moving her hips in, the cold metal shocking her super-heated sex, scalding her flesh, her pussy lips wrapped around the outside, pushed back by the metal pole. “"Mmmmm. “” She let her hips move up and down, feeling her inner pussy rub on the metal, wetting it with her juices as she fucked it. She felt Henri''s hands gripping her naked ass, helping her movements, making her slide up and down the slippery pole, her juices soaking it quickly.
""Such a good girl, Jessica. The gods will be pleased. Yes, rub up and down, let your clit touch the pole, pleasure the pole as you would a cock."” He felt her ass clench tight, as his finger slid between the cheeks, trapped, pressed up against her hot anus. “"Charisse, help Jessica with her top.""
Charisse moved next to Jessica, her fingers slowly unbuttoning the top of the robe, pulling it back as she did, exposing Jessica''s cleavage. I hope Henri fucks you in the ass as he did with me, she thought, assisting in Jessica''s public degradation.
Jessica impassively watched Charisse slowly bare her breasts, pulling the robe back until they bounced free of the material, her nipples already aroused. The other men gathered around her, wanting to catch a glimpse of her young white breasts, her big brown areolas and her hard, pink nipples. She continued to slide her pussy up and down the pole, pressing in harder, making sure her clit rubbed on the shiny metal. It felt so good. She pushed forward, harder, Henri''s finger pressing firmly against her clenched anus, spearing the tiny hole, entering her rectum, trapped by her sphincter. A pair of black hands reached up to her breasts, each nipple grabbed tightly by calloused fingers and squeezed painfully, twisting the tender flesh, nails accidentally digging into the nipple. And then she came, her pussy gushing all over the pole, her juices sliding down the shiny metal, her pussy lips mashed into the metal, her clit rubbing back and forth as her body shuddered.
Jessica didn''t care if they saw her, her orgasm too powerful to even try to hide it. She fucked her hips on the pole, painfully banging into it, the pain increasing the heights of her orgasm, making her lose all sense of her surroundings. She only wished she had a thick, hard cock inside her pussy, so empty, having to suffice with the cold impersonal metal pole sliding up and down her pussy and Henri''s thick finger moving around inside her rectum.
Henri could feel her orgasm as her sphincter clenched and unclenched on his invading finger, moving it around, fighting her muscle, making her cum even harder.
Henri had to hold her up after she had cum, her body slumping down. He knew that even though she had cum, she would be sexually aroused again within five minutes, the herbs he had given her heightening her senses. He let her robe slide back down over her hips, covering her lower body, his hands roaming over her breasts, rubbing her nipples before pushing them back into the robe, but not buttoning it back up. It would be a waste of time; he expected to have her stripped of the robe shortly.
""Henri, I''m sorry, I got carried away."” She seemed embarrassed at the way she performed before them.
""Do not worry, Jessica. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman having an orgasm. The gods were happy with your gift. In fact they would like more.""
""More? What do you mean?"” she asked, her unfocused gaze seeking Henri.
""We are going into the small building over there for a special ceremony. You are going to cooperate, aren''t you Jessica!"” Not a question, but a demand. “"You don''t want to offend the gods.""
Jessica walked between Henri and one of the other men over to the building. They were joined by Charisse. The door was opened before they arrived, entering as the lights were turned on. A bright spotlight shined on an altar in the center of the room, a large wooden structure over six feet long and about three feet wide. It was covered in a black plush material. The door closed on Jessica, Henri, Charisse and six other men. She would have been afraid if Henri was not there, but she knew that no harm would come to her. She was also feeling sexually aroused again. Even though she had cum ten minutes ago, she could feel the wetness between her legs.
""Over here, Jessica, get up on the altar,"” Henri ordered her, pushing her toward the large structure. “"Everyone have a seat while I get Jessica readied."” The others found chairs and dragged them near the altar.
""On it?"” she asked, confused.
""Yes, let me help you, sit down first with your feet over the edge."” He helped her up, watching as she scooted back on the soft cloth, her feet hanging down, her short robe riding up her naked legs. He pulled off her sandals and let them drop to the floor. “"Are you comfortable?""
Jessica was feeling a little more comfortable, the others content to sit back and watch. She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy longing for something to stimulate her again. She did not have to wait long. Henri''s hands returned to her naked legs, placing them on top, his hand gripping her tightly. “"What are you going to do?"” she asked, not really wanting to know the answer, more interested in the feelings his hands were already giving her.
""I am going to undress you. I want you naked on the altar."” He waited for her response.
""In front of them?"” she asked, pointing to the others.
""Yes, I am the Houngan. I do as I want.""
""Yes, Sir,"” she replied. She let her muscles relax as Henri''s hands pushed her legs outward, spreading her open.
His hands moved to the buttons at the bottom of her robe and began to open them one at a time. Jessica watched, her eyes glued to his fingers as if in a trance as her body was slowly revealed to him. He stopped when he got to her belly button, pushing the robe to the side, her sex naked.
""Are you going to fuck me, Sir?"” She felt his hands move up to her pussy, two fingers on each side of her pussy lips, peeling them back like an orange.
""Do you want me to?""
""Yes, please,"” she replied, embarrassed by her answer, but she had this feeling in her pussy that only a hard cock would relieve. “"And the others?""
""You might have to suck a few of their cocks. Can you do that?""
""I''ve only done it once and I wasn''t very good."” She hoped they wouldn''t make her do that. She had not liked it when the Senator had cum in her mouth, filling it with his hot, salty cum. It was so thick she could barely swallow without choking.
""Charisse will show you how. She is very good at it. And most of them will be fucking your mouth, not caring so much about your technique as the feeling of your sweet lips and hot mouth on their cocks.""
His fingers were nestled in the folds of her silky pussy, sliding up and down her slit. Pushing her lips aside, they ran over the slick sides, her juices already flowing freely. He moved two fingers up too, his thumbs peeling back her clit hood, exposing her red, hard clit. His herbs had made it swell to twice its normal size and become incredibly more sensitive. He felt her shiver when his finger grazed over it, snapping at the swollen nub. Her hips began to move slightly as he continued the exploration of her sweet pussy. “"I''m going to masturbate you in front of them first, before I fuck you. I want you wet. Will you give me some of your juices and cum for me in front of them?""
""Please,"” she moaned. “"No, please."” But her hips started moving, pushing on the fingers playing with her. Her mouth might be protesting, but her pussy wanted his fingers and cock more than anything else. Even if it meant being masturbated in front of strangers. She could not see them with Henri between her legs, blocking their view, but she knew they were there.
""Unbutton the rest of the robe, otherwise I will have to move my hands away from your pussy to do it. Do you want me to stop?""
Jessica''s hands moved up to the top of the robe, slowly unbuttoning it, one button at a time until she reached where he had stopped, one button holding the garment still around her breasts. She looked into his eyes, a smile on his face, a nod, telling her to obey. She opened the last one, the robe falling to the side, her naked breasts exposed.
""You have such a nice pair of tits, Jessica. You should be proud to show them. Such nice big, dark brown areolas and your nipples, like large pink erasers, hard and erect. That lovely white flesh surrounding them, so firm.""
""Now, Jessica, I want you to scoot up on the altar, on your knees, facing this way."” He picked her ankles up and swung them onto the altar before she could even protest. The robe fell backwards, Henri pushing it off her shoulders and letting it fall to the altar before she could even raise her arms. “"Roll over and get on your knees, yes like that.""
Jessica tried not to look at the others watching her. Henri was no longer blocking their view of her and had stripped the only remaining garment from her body, tossing the robe to the floor. His hands moved her body around until she was facing the front, her palms clutching her naked breasts, pushing them into her chest, hiding them from their view. She saw their eyes piercing her naked sex, one hand shooting down between her legs to clutch her crotch, the other hand barely able to contain her ample breasts. Suddenly, she could not see Henri, only six pairs of male eyes penetrating her naked flesh and Charisse, watching her debasement, a smile on her face. “"Henri!"” There was panic in her voice when she could not see him.
""Behind you. Relax Jessica, I''m right here."” He had moved to stand behind the altar. He let her see him. “"Now rise up, I want your body tall."” He watched as she sat up on her knees, her legs still clenched tightly together, her hand pinned between her clenched thighs. She looked so beautiful, naked, her hands barely able to cover her sex and breasts, her body stretched out. “"That''s good. Now I want you to spread your legs open."” His hands moved around her waist and slid down to touch her thighs. He tapped them with his fingers.
Jessica looked down at Henri''s fingers touching her thighs, tapping on them. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her legs spread. And she knew that next he would order her to remove her hand. She would be completely exposed. She shuffled her knees outward, difficult to do and keep her hands in position but not topple over where she''d have to use her hands to stop her fall. His hands rubbed sensuously over her silky thighs, up and down, moving closer to her hand clenching her sex. She could feel her own wetness, her wanton nakedness driving her to higher heights. His fingers became more urgent, pushing out on her thighs, his strong fingers digging into her tender flesh.
""Yes, Jessica, more, I want them spread wide. If you want me to play with that sweet pussy, you are going to have to cooperate."” He ran his fingers up to her hand, moving it aside so he could touch her pussy, making her feel the pleasure again.
""Mmmm,"” she murmured as Henri''s fingers touched her again, her body quivering with excitement. She looked down, not wanting to see the men watching her, letting Henri push her legs wider apart, his hands moving to her knees and spreading them open.
""That''s so good, Jessica. Now remove your hand from your breasts. And look at the others as you do it. I want you to see how pleased they are when they see those luscious tits."” He pinched her thigh, making her yelp in protest, but her hand moved down to join the other one between her legs.
She looked up. Everyone was leering directly at her breasts. She felt Henri behind her, pushing on the middle of her back, forcing her to arch outward, her breasts rising up higher, the white mounds with their brown and pink tips standing up firmly.
Henri''s hands moved up from behind her again, this time dipping below her breasts and cupping the firm globes in his palm as if offering them as a sacrifice, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over the tips, the nipples turning harder and harder from his calloused fingers. “"So nice and firm, and such large, hard nipples."” He crushed them in his palms, flesh popping out through his fingers, her breasts more than ample. He released them, red marks already appearing from his muscular grip.
""Continue looking forward and remove your hands and place them at your sides. Show us your pink pussy,"” he ordered her. She hesitated, his hands sliding down over her taunt stomach before touching her fingers still clutching her sex. “"Now!""
Jessica had never been exhibited as fully as she was now. She saw all eyes focused between her legs as she knelt on the altar, her legs spread wide, alabaster breasts rising and falling from her heavy breathing highlighted by hard, erect nipples, her pussy again filled with Henri''s fat fingers, her lips gripping them tightly. It had felt so good when his fingers touched her clit. She couldn''t understand how she could be this way so soon after coming. But she wanted his finger back on her clit and there was only one way that it would happen. She let her body slide upward, rising up on her knees, her pussy gripping the fingers as they pulled out. When she felt the fingers almost leave her pussy, she pushed back down, this time further, feeling Henri twist his fingers as they plunged back inside her again, spreading her pussy as they stretched her open from the inside.
""Such a nice hot, tight pussy, Jessica. Fuck my fingers and I''ll make you cum."” Her body moved back up and then down, spearing her pussy on his fingers as he returned to her clit, snapping the bud back and forth hard, making her jerk from the pain but not protesting.
Up and down, she rode the fingers, her clit receiving the masturbation by his finger. “"Agh!"” she cried as she pressed her pussy down on the three fat fingers pushing inside her. They felt so big, the knuckles banging painfully on the walls of her pussy, twisting and turning as she fucked herself on them obediently.
She murmured quietly, rising up and down on the fingers, her juices glistening on his drenched fingers as they slid in and out of her pussy. She pushed forward with her hips, wanting to feel his fingers on her clit, mashing the red swollen bud hard against his fingers. “"Oh!"” she cried out, ready to cum. She didn''t care who saw her, she just had to fulfill the craving she had between her legs again. She had to cum. Pumping up and down, fucking herself on Henri''s fingers, her hips almost a blur as they moved faster and faster. “"Oh, God! Yes, make me cum again!"” Her breasts bounced up and down as she came, her body shuddering, her pussy clamping onto the fingers inside her, gripping them, refusing to let them go. Henri twisted and stretched his fingers open inside her, making her pussy painfully expand to accept them.
Her juices coated Henri''s fingers as she came all over them. Her pussy kept fucking up and down, grabbing tightly as she rode, the orgasm rushing over her body, trembling as she performed for them, coming as they watched her.
Jessica would have slumped down had it not been for Henri''s fingers still pushed up high inside her pussy, slowly twisting and turning, his fingers separating inside her, straining to push out on her constricting walls. Between her legs, fluid soaked the black plush material beneath her, her pussy lips still open, glistening with her juices. She looked up, all eyes still staring at her, her humiliation complete, forced to cum in front of them. But she did not have time to reflect, feeling Henri behind her remove his fingers from her pussy, leaving her empty again.
""Now lie down on the altar, Jessica. You are going to have to service Papa Ghede. He is the Iwa of death and resurrection. He is the lord of eroticism and he will manifest himself in me."” Henri helped Jessica rise up, her body stiff from the spread position, and laid her down on the altar lengthwise, her white skin highlighted against the black plush material beneath her.
Jessica looked to the side to see the six men and Charisse rise from their chairs and move toward the table. She put one hand over her breasts, trying to hide the naked flesh, the other between her legs, her thighs gripping her hand tightly, embarrassed again to be naked in front of them. She trembled in fear, knowing that Henri was going to fuck her now, in front of all of them. And she knew that he would make her cum again. Worse was that Henri had already told her that she would have to suck the others'’ cocks. Besides the Senator''s, when he forced his cock into her mouth, she had never sucked a man''s cock before, and now she was faced with the prospect of sucking six black cocks.
""Prepare her for me,"” Henri ordered the others. He moved out of sight.
""What do you mean, prepare me?"” Before she had a chance to react, the men were all over her body. Two quickly grabbed her arms, tearing them from her breasts, which shook as her arms were thrust up over her head, rising up, her nipples pointed upward. A black leather strap was wrapped around her wrists, her arms pulled straight back, forcing her back to arch up, her tits predominately displayed. She tugged but found her wrists were secured to something, pinned to the table.
""Put a small pillow in the hollow of her back, to make her tits stand out more,"” Charisse ordered one of them.
Jessica felt her body lifted up, a black pillow pushed underneath, her back now bowed, her breasts thrust out obscenely.
""Yes, that looks good. Papa Ghede will like that."” Charisse touched Jessica''s nipples, still hard and swollen. She pinched the tips, watching as Jessica clenched her lips in pain. “"Papa Ghede will love to see your tits bounce as he fucks you.""
Jessica looked away in shame as she felt two others grab her thighs, sinking their powerful hands into her tender flesh, pulling outward, her legs forced to spread, her knees bent, her legs pulled back. She did not want to see their expressions as her pussy was opened up and spread wide.
""Papa Ghede, Papa Ghede, Papa Ghede,"” the men began to chant as Henri reentered her vision.
Jessica looked over, Henri different now. Not only was he naked, but he seemed different, his eyes wide open, his expression one of lust, his hand stroking a large, brown cock. Jessica could not take her eyes off it. She looked in his other hand and saw something more ominous. He held what looked like a long piece of wood with a chicken claw on the end of it, with at least three very sharp pointed claws that stood out over an inch.
He moved between her legs, putting down a bowl on the altar.
""Henri, Henri, what are you going to do with that?"” She was getting scared now.
""Open her more,"” he ordered the men, ignoring her. They pulled back on her legs, forcing them to the side, her legs opened wide, almost at a right angle to the table.
Jessica groaned in pain as her legs touched the table next to her hips, feeling like her crotch was going to split up the middle.
Papa Ghede began to chant. His hand moved to the bowl, dipping his fingers in the red mixture, and moved between her legs to begin to paint her abdomen with a strange red design. His finger dragged the paint down until it reached the top of her pussy slit, pushing harder to get the red mixture on her skin beneath her bush. He moved up, his fingers tracing a circle around her areolas, almost like a target, both breasts now with a bright red circle highlighting her nipples.
One of the men picked up a small vial of liquid and, sticking his finger in the corner of Jessica''s mouth, poured the fluid inside, waiting until she swallowed it before releasing the hold he had on her head. He whispered in her ear, “"One effect of the fluid is that it will stimulate your salivary glands. We want to make sure your mouth does not get too dry. You are going to have to do a lot of sucking before you are finished.""
Jessica felt lightheaded again. The liquid left a bad taste, her mouth filling with saliva quickly. She watched as one of the other men moved toward her breasts, another vial in his hand. He dipped a brush into the liquid and moved toward her nipple. She felt the rough brush run around her areola, coating it with a fluid before moving onto her other nipple. The brush touched her nipple and it felt like it was going to burst. It went from feeling cold to gradually becoming warmer and warmer, like all of the blood was rushing from her body directly to her nipples. They looked almost purple, enlarged, with blood pulsing through them. She tugged on her arms, wanting to touch the buds, unable to even shift her body, the pillow still forcing her back to arch up.
""Now her pussy, prepare it for me,"” Papa Ghede ordered one of the men. He moved between her legs, two others on each side. They reached down, grasped her pussy lips, and began to spread them apart. With the obscene spread of her legs, her lips immediately began to pull tightly, stretching painfully from her body, the fingers gripping the puffy lips harder to maintain their grip.
""Pull her clit hood back."” Fingers on each side of her clit pushed down and outward, her clit revealed, the dark red clitoris vulnerable. The paintbrush moved around her clit, as her hips rose up, trying to get the brush closer, hoping to get it to move over the swollen clit. She did not have to wait long, and a low moan came from her lips as the rough brush washed the liquid on her clitoris.
Jessica she felt a warm, tingly feeling hit her clit. “"What are you doing?"” Her nipples and now her clit began to heat up. From gentle warmth, they now started to feel hotter. Jessica wanted to rub them to make it go away, but her bound arms over her head stopped any movement.
Charisse moved next to Jessica, her hands turning her head toward the other side.
Jessica opened her eyes and was staring at the largest black cock she had ever seen. It was so close it looked like an eye staring at her, the bulbous head inches from her mouth.
""Time to learn how to suck cock, Jessica. Maybe that will take your mind off your nipples and clit. The burning will get worse but will eventually wear off. There isn''t anything you can do to stop it. Now open up your mouth and I will teach you how to service a cock."” She put her fingers into the corner of Jessica''s mouth, letting it play down her lips, feeling the saliva fill her mouth. “"Open up. Time to take his cock inside your hot little mouth,"” she ordered her.
Jessica let her mouth be opened, drool running down her chin, having to continue swallowing to stop the flow of saliva. She felt the hot, fleshy cock rub over her lips as it slowly pushed forward into her mouth. She opened wider, the cock stretching out her lips as it continued to push in. She let her tongue run over the tip as Charisse instructed her, feeling the cock come alive, jerking in her mouth. She tasted a drop of pre-cum on the cock, the heavy, salty fluid mixing with her saliva to spread throughout her mouth.
""This is the smallest one, Jessica. You are going to have to take bigger cocks than this before you are finished. He is enjoying your hot, tight mouth around his cock. How does it feel to suck a strange cock?"” Charisse grabbed Jessica''s head and began to move it up and down on the cock, her hand curled tightly in her hair, fucking her face on the cock. “"Keep your lips tight around it, Jessica, that''s good, suck now, draw it into your mouth.""
Her cheeks drew in, the cock pulled deeper into her mouth until the cock head pushed out on her cheek from the inside. It felt strange having the cock in her mouth, she could feel the flesh throbbing and jerking each time her tongue touched it. She ran her tongue up the side of it, feeling every bump and ridge on it before swirling her tongue around the ridge of his head. She felt it jerk again. Her tongue moved to the very tip, pushing into the hole, tasting the cum leaking from it as she let her tongue flutter over it, slapping back and forth. She could feel him groaning, his hips pushing forward, more cock being fed into her mouth.
""Relax now, Jessica. You are going to have to take it deeper. He won''t be happy until he can feel your throat wrapped around his cock."” Charisse pulled Jessica''s head back, making sure her throat was straight, so that she would be able to deep throat it. She knew that it would gag and choke her, but she wanted to get even for the ass rape she suffered in her place. She placed her hand on Jessica''s throat, wanting to feel the cock as it entered it. She pushed on the back of Jessica''s head, making her take more of the cock.
The cock head hit the back of her throat and she gagged for the first time. Charisse was relentless, not letting her back off, the cock sitting in the opening, her gagging continuous now, her stomach churning. The cock pushed forward, her throat opened by the sheer force of it as it felt like she was swallowing a leg of lamb, the hard cock moving deeper inside her.
Charisse patted Jessica''s face, seeing the tears running, her eyes opening wide in terror each time she gagged, unable to breathe as the cock pushed slowly into her gullet. She had learned the same way, by sheer force. “"Yes, so good, you can''t imagine how good his cock feels inside your throat. Breathe through your nose, you''ll get use to it. You''ll have to,"” she laughed.
Jessica panicked. She could no longer breathe. She sucked in as much air as she could through her nose, feeling his hot, heavy ball sack resting on her chin, her mouth completely engulfing the cock. She was relieved when it pulled from her throat, sucking in a big breathe of air, but it was short lived. As soon as the head was captured by her lips, he shoved with his hips and pushed it back in, forcefully entering her throat again, Charisse''s hands held her tightly, preventing her from stopping the face fuck.
""Don''t worry, they won''t last long. They''ve never had a young, white girl suck their cock before, especially throat fucking one. They''ll cum in you or on you before you know it.""
Jessica could feel the vein in the cock throbbing, and knew that Charisse was right. She could feel that he was ready to cum, afraid that he would dump his load inside her mouth. She heard him moan, and his hands reached down to her breasts, fingers twisting her nipples painfully. He pulled his cock out, his hand pumping up and down on it as was placed inches from her nose. She could see the hole opening and she felt the first ropey batch of cum shoot out, landing with a splat on her lips, the hot semen feeling like it was burning her skin. The hand pumped the cock over and over, two more loads of cum dripping from her face before it grew limp.
Clarisse ran her fingers over Jessica''s face, scooping up the load of cum and placing it inside her mouth. “"Don''t want to waste any,"” she said, laughing at Jessica''s misfortune.
Jessica tasted the thick, salty cum in her mouth, the awful taste. Her mouth was temporarily empty, her mind focused on the burning on her nipples and clit. At least the last one had grabbed her nipples, giving temporary relief, even though his fingers were brutal to her tender flesh. A hard cock was placed on her lips again. Her mouth opened in response, this one bigger, her lips opening wide to allow it to enter. Her tongue began to move about the head, wanting to get it over with quickly. He was horny like the last one, eager to shove his cock into the white girl''s mouth, eager to make her suck his cock. He grabbed her head and pushed it down on his cock. Her throat opened for the rubbery head, choking as she swallowed it, her throat beginning to spasm on the thick meat. It only took a few minutes of running her tongue over it before she heard the familiar groan and felt the cum shoot out. This time he let it stay in her mouth. She choked as the first load of cum shot to the back of her throat, the heavy fluid gagging her. She swallowed quickly, her mouth filling repeatedly as he continued to cum.
Papa Ghede moved between her legs, his cock fisted in his hands. “"Hold her legs while I insert the fig inside her.""
Jessica had already made five of the men cum. The sixth one stood next to her, rubbing his cock all over her lips and cheeks. His cock was huge, the bulbous head looking like it would not fit into her mouth without tearing her lips.
Papa Ghede grabbed the suppository and placed it on her anus, feeling the heat from her body already melting it. He had to work fast. He pushed his finger inside her anus. Her body jerked, the men doing their job of holding her tight. He used two fingers to stretch her tiny anus open, hearing her groan in pain. He used his other hand to stick the suppository inside the gaping hole, making sure it moved into her rectum before releasing her anus, trapping the suppository inside her. It would do no good for her to try to push it out, having probably already melted in her hot rectum. The burning started instantaneously, the special herb he used irritating the tender anal tract almost like a hot pepper.
""Take it out!"” she begged, the pain mixing with the burning of her nipples and clit. But this was different from the others. Her anus clenched tightly in response to the terrible burning, unable to control her own bodily functions, tightening shut, the pucker of her anus pulling in. She felt it relax again, her anus pushing out, the burning more painful. Her anus clamped again, her tiny pucker clenching shut. She felt fingers on either side of her anus and knew Papa Ghede was watching her anus dance to the terrible burning. “"Make it stop, please make it stop!"” she cried out.
Papa Ghede pushed two fingers inside her soaking wet vagina just in time to feel her sphincter clench tight, her pussy grabbing the fingers at the same time. It felt like she was going to squeeze all the blood from his fingers, the pressure gripped so tight. “"It will last about twenty minutes, Jessica. Long enough for me to fuck you. The tightening of your sphincter makes your pussy tense up at the same time. It will be a very pleasurable experience for me, your pussy walls clamping and clutching on my cock, massaging it. I will try to hold out as long as possible, wanting to enjoy your hot, tight pulsating pussy on my cock. Now open your mouth and suck the last cock."” He fisted his cock and letting it run up and down her labia, her juices coating him, running over her clit, feeling her shudder before her sphincter clamped down again.
She couldn''t control herself, her pussy and sphincter clenching and unclenching. Her legs were released, with some relief from the muscles being painfully stretched open, but the burning in her rectum was overcoming her senses. The cock entered her mouth. Her lips stretched painfully wide, the cock filling her mouth until she thought the corner would tear. She let her tongue run over the head, a natural response now, hoping to make him cum quickly like the others. Dried cum was on her face, her mouth filled with the overpowering taste of the semen.
She felt Papa Ghede move between her legs, lifting them up behind the knees, spreading her wide open again, his cock placed against her vagina. She clenched again, her anus puckering. As soon as her body relaxed, Papa Ghede''s cock pushed inside her vagina, her tiny opening having to stretch wide, the layer of skin turning white as it spread open.
When he felt her begin to clench again, he forcefully pushed his cock inside her, feeling her pussy walls straining to force it out. It was a losing battle for her. His cock was like steel, pushing inside her hot, tight pussy. “"I can feel your pussy fighting me, Jessica. It feels so good."” He pulled out as her body relaxed again until only the head was inside her, then thrust back in again, this time going deeper. Her hips rose up as she clenched her sphincter, her pussy pleasuring his cock like no other. He looked up at her, her eyes wide as her lips were stretched over a large cock pushed deep into her oral cavity, her throat bobbing up and down as she choked and gagged on the hard flesh. He pushed with his hips, fucking her until his cock banged painfully against her cervix, her body ground into the altar.
Jessica''s hips rose up from the altar as she once again involuntarily clenched tight, gripping the bar of flesh inside her, squeezing tightly, anything to stop the terrible burning in her backside. She knew that her pain was giving him such great pleasure, unable to stop the convulsions of her sphincter. He pulled his cock out of her pussy as she gripped it; feeling like it was dragging out her insides before thrusting back as she relaxed her sphincter.
Her breasts shook on her chest as his thrusts became more violent, rocking his cock back and forth inside her, making her take all of him in brutal plunges. His fingers had found her clit, rubbing it back and forth, moving to the side so when he fucked in, he rubbed his body against her clit, then the finger would return again. The cock in her mouth backed out of her throat, but stayed in her mouth. Jessica knew what she had to do. She let her tongue flutter back and forth over the tip until she felt it throb. She sucked it in deep as she felt it shoot, filling her mouth again with cum, choking, cum shooting out her nose as her mouth overflowed with the vile fluid.
Papa Ghede was enjoying the fuck. Her pussy giving him so much pleasure, but he could not last any longer. She was like a virgin, her pussy so tight, but also like a whore squeezing his cock with her pussy, a seasoned professional. He plunged inside her, burying it deep against her cervix, waiting until he felt his cum rise up from his swollen balls, run hot through the thick vein and shoot out, filling her pussy. She clenched and unclenched on his cock, Papa Ghede not moving, allowing her to do all the work of dragging the cum from his balls. He was not disappointed, the orgasm she drew from him the best he had ever felt. The fig had done its job well. He rubbed her clit harder as she bucked up and down, squeezing his cock as she came when he did. His hot cum shot out in her pulsating pussy, her juices running and mixing with his, her pussy now soaking wet.
He pulled his cock from her with a pop, cum dripping from her swollen labia, running down her inner thighs. He looked at her face—cum dripping from the corner of her mouth, her head slumped to the side, too exhausted, having passed out. The pleasure and the pain too much for her. They dressed her and got into a cab. No one saw Henri bring her into the back of the house, carrying her directly to her bedroom. He stripped off her clothes, bathing her body gently with a washcloth before putting her under the sheets. He turned off the lights, leaving her sleeping soundly, but not before pulling the sheet back and gently stroking his cock as he gazed at her naked body, coming on the washcloth.