Daphne shielded her eyes from the burning flare of the setting sun as
she emerged from the taxi. She plucked at her clinging purple
tank top, fanning her sticky cleavage; the sweltering heat of New
Orleans was getting to the stunning redhead. After grabbing her
heavy luggage from the trunk of the taxi and paying her fare, she
dragged her bags through the front door of the small hotel in front of
her.
The man behind the front desk eyed Daphne carefully as the teenage girl
staggered inside, fighting the swinging door that wanted to close on
her while she dragged her heavy bags. Finally, she got through
and stepped up to the clerk, fanning herself with her hand, her creamy
skin gleaming with sweat.
"Welcome, what can I do for you madam?" asked the large hotel clerk.
"Umm, I was looking to get a room," said Daphne as she panted.
Her green eyes scoped out the hotel lobby, which was of old-style
architecture, with old furniture and paintings from what looked like
Africa. Everything was a very muted color and gave off a musty
smell, as if nothing was newer than fifty years old. The hotel
clerk seemed out of place with his sharply pressed white suit and tie,
a contrast to his very dark complexion. His tall stature, coupled
with his intense, piercing eyes made the lovely teen a bit cautious.
"What is your name?" asked the clerk.
"Daphne Blake," replied Daphne.
"What brings you to our city?" asked the clerk.
"Oh, well I've been hearing stories about some sort of monster nearby
and I thought I'd check it out," explained Daphne.
"Monster? Hmph," smirked the clerk as he filled out some forms.
"Yeah, I know it sounds a bit crazy but that's why I just had to see
for myself," said Daphne.
"Just be sure to enjoy your stay, whatever you do," said the clerk as
he handed Daphne a room key.
"Sure thing, thanks!" grinned Daphne as she gratefully snatched the
key. She was glad to be away from beneath the clerk's gaze.
The room was on the other side of the hotel, so Daphne was faced with a
fair bit more walking with two heavy bags. When she finally
reached her room, she quickly opened the door, forced her bags inside,
closed the door behind her and collapsed on the bed, moaning loudly
with relief. She wiped the sweat from her brow before slowly
getting up and peeling her purple tank top over her head, and pulling
her cut-off jean shorts down her sleek, milky thighs. She stepped
out of her pink panties as she walked to the small bathroom and took a
shower. Daphne sighed as the cool water refreshed her, washing
away the accumulated sweat and grime from her curvaceous form.
Daphne stepped out of the shower and noticed the bathroom had a full
length mirror on the opposite wall. The dripping redhead stepped
up to it and observed her reflection as she combed her wet red
tresses. She stopped combing and paused, admiring her naked
breasts. She knew she was voluptuous from the looks she always
got from boys, and occasionally girls, wherever she went. Daphne
dropped her comb and cupped her milky tits in her hands. She knew
movie stars would pay to have breasts like hers, but they were
completely natural, as was her fiery red hair. She ran her hands
down her stomach, over her belly button to the wet lips of her
pussy. Her fingers brushed over her shaved vaginal lips, teasing
the slit between her soft petals with a fingertip. She put both
hands on her round hips and posed for a moment, turning sideways to
catch a glimpse of her rounded ass. She winked playfully at her
own reflection before leaving the bathroom and getting dressed.
She wanted to begin an investigation of the area where the monster had
reportedly been seen before it got dark.
As soon as the stunning beauty left her hotel room, the full length
mirror silently opened. The tall hotel clerk stepped into the
bathroom, his mouth upturned into a huge smile from watching Daphne
through the two-way mirror. He picked up the redhead's discarded
comb and carefully plucked a few hairs from it. Then he stepped
out of the bathroom where Daphne's discarded pink panties lay in a
heap. The large man picked them up and brought them to his face,
inhaling their musky teenage scent. After putting both the hair
and panties into his breast pocket, he quickly escaped through the
two-way mirror door, and disappeared into the dark labyrinth of tunnels
it lead to.
***
When Daphne returned to her room, the orange sky had turned completely
black. Even through the windows of her room, Daphne could not see
any lights from outside. Her window only faced a dark, empty
field. Her investigation led nowhere. Nobody was willing to
cooperate with her, and there was nothing at the places where the
supposed sightings took place.
Despite sting of disappointment that still lingered, Daphne decided to
call it a night, optimistic of what tomorrow might bring. Eager
to go to sleep, she stripped down to nothing but her white lace panties
and climbed into bed. The night air was still warm and sticky, so
she slept on top of the covers. Even though the unbearable heat
made it difficult, the scantily clad beauty finally fell asleep.
***
The houngan chanted an incantation in a long-lost language as he
carefully stuffed the red hairs into an open seam of a crude doll made
of old, ripped canvas. He then wrapped the doll with the stolen
pink panties. Lifting his creation with both hands, he lowered
his bald head as his chanting grew louder and faster. Surrounded
by torches arranged in a circle around him, the large voodoo priest
abruptly stopped chanting. He lowered the doll in front of his
painted face, staring at it intensely as he held the doll above the
flickering flames of a candle, just enough for the doll to warm.
Daphne moaned uneasily in her sleep. Her body began sweating
profusely, her white panties completely soaked through. Her naked
breasts heaved as she began tossing restlessly without regaining
consciousness.
The houngan slowly began unfolding the panties off the doll, letting
the skimpy garment dangle into the open flame and ignite.
Daphne's panties began sliding down her writhing, slick hips on their
own. The panties slowly traveled down her sleek legs until with a
sudden kick of her foot they flew off her ankles, bursting into flame
in mid-air.
As he held the doll by its arms and legs, the voodoo priest then began
rubbing the doll between the legs with his finger.
Daphne's eyes slowly opened, but she felt like she was in a
dream. Her body was on fire from head to toe, she could feel
sweat pooling on her forehead and between her breasts. Her arms
and legs were locked in a spread-eagled position and she felt some sort
of presence against her naked pussy. Unable to move, she felt the
presence spread her labia apart to penetrate her. It felt hard
and cold, and Daphne sobbed as it inched deeper and deeper inside of
her.
Her body rocked against the bed from the intensity of the invisible
force's thrusts. Daphne moaned, her back arching, her pelvis
quaking and breasts bouncing as the ghostly presence humped her to a
ferocious orgasm. Honey squirted from her open pussy to splash
against her spread thighs.
"Come to me," whispered the houngan to the doll.
Daphne slowly got up from her sweat-soaked bed. Unable to control
herself, she staggered to the bathroom completely naked, where the
two-way mirror door was opened for her. She stepped into pitch
darkness, yet somehow wandered the catacombs without even brushing
against a wall. She finally emerged into a swelteringly hot
room. Orange light from torches revealed shelves of strange
objects Daphne could not identify. Some of them resembled human
body parts preserved in formaldehyde; others resembled dead and dried
animals like snakes and chickens. Various exotic drums, masks and
skulls, human and animal, were also strewn about. In the center
of the room was a circle of blazing torches, where a tall dark man
awaited her. He was very heavily muscled and completely naked
just as she was. His face was painted white in a skull pattern,
yet his gaze was startlingly familiar.
"You, you're the..." mumbled Daphne as she struggled to maintain her
balance, her pussy was throbbing with an obscene heat between her legs,
leaving her mind wrapped in a lustful fog, unable to focus.
The houngan rubbed the doll he held on his muscular chest. Daphne
was suddenly compelled to force her body against his. The dark
man embraced Daphne within his huge arms as he chanted, and carefully
placed the doll into the nearest torch. Daphne almost screamed,
leaning completely against the man as her knees buckled and a heat
flared from her womanhood. The doll burned to ashes, and Daphne
was left panting helplessly with her cheek pressed against the
houngan's toned chest, and the burning still lingering in her
loins. She shuddered as she felt the man's enormous cock brush
against her skin. She stared down at its enormous length, and was
overcome with desire.
Daphne folded to her knees and gratefully took the man's massive
erection into her mouth, moaning with satiation with her lips wrapped
around the massive cock. The houngan dug his powerful hands into
Daphne's thick hair, digging into her skull as he thrust with his hips,
forcing his cock into Daphne's throat. Drool spilled down
Daphne's working chin as she slathered the long prick with her tongue,
feeling it throb inside her mouth, ready to spill its precious load.
Daphne fondled and squeezed her naked tits as her head bobbed, the
ravenous teen swallowed down the entire length of the houngan's prick,
devouring every inch and sucking as hard as she could until the houngan
blasted salty cream down her throat. Daphne eagerly swallowed the
discharge, then licked her lips and the houngan's long shaft clean of
every last drop.
The houngan laid on his back in the exact middle of the circle, his
cock standing erect like a pillar, beckoning to Daphne. Possessed
by a need Daphne could no longer control, the red-haired beauty eagerly
mounted the dark-skinned man, moaning as he entered her hairless
vagina, her weight impaling her on the hard cock. Roaring like a
lusty whore, Daphne bounced eagerly atop the prone houngan, rolling her
shapely hips atop the enormous shaft buried deep inside of her.
The houngan thrust upward with his powerful hips. His chanting
never ceased, even as he began slapping Daphne firmly on her bobbing
ass, leaving red angry handprints on each sweet cheek.
Daphne dug her hands into the houngan's flexing chest, her pelvis
flexing and her thighs spreading with each thrust. The houngan
grabbed and fondled her rolling, bare breasts, carefully and
rhythmically pinching her pink nipples. Daphne stared down at her
lover with lust-glazed eyes. He was perfectly calm, despite the
fact that his cock and his molestations were driving the naked, bucking
redhead into a frenzy.
The houngan abruptly raised his tone of voice, almost a sharp demand,
and then filled Daphne's womb with a rush of hot seed. With a
powerful backwards arch of her spine, Daphne screamed, feeling the
member pump its precious load inside her belly. Daphne felt the
powerful arms of the houngan on her again as he embraced the panting
redhead. He whispered something that somehow enthralled Daphne,
causing her to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him passionately,
embracing his tongue with her own. The red-haired angel exposed
her pale throat to her lover's exploring lips; moaning as he moved down
to kiss her dripping tits.
The houngan whispered something in Daphne's ear before licking
it. Very gently, Daphne stepped off the houngan's lap and
obediently went on all fours, raising her ass high in the air and
spreading her legs apart.
A fistful of Daphne's fiery red hair was gathered and pulled back as
she was penetrated from behind, her upraised ass bucking as the voodoo
priest thrust his cock through her yielding holes, honey dripping
freely from her gaping, cock-stuffed cunt. Daphne drooled and
whimpered when the penetrating shaft brought her to orgasm, she gushed
uncontrollably beneath her bucking lover, her musky discharge sliding
down her shaking legs.
The dark voodoo priest was undeterred by Daphne's sweet moans of
pleasure, and relentlessly continued pounding into her. He
reached beneath her to grope and fondle her dangling, swaying
tits. Daphne grunted as she thrust backwards, grinding her ass
against the houngan's crotch. The beautiful teen tossed her head,
sending her red tresses flailing, breathy moans escaping her lips as
her belly was packed tightly with hard meat.
Daphne screamed repeatedly as she experienced orgasm after cunt-soaking
orgasm, leaving her weakened but the houngan continuing to thrust and
chant without missing a beat. With another undecipherable, harsh
command; he silently climaxed. Daphne writhed beneath her lover
and screamed with the pleasure of her womb being flooded by the
houngan's exploding cock once again. Daphne collapsed in a puddle
of her own sweat and juices, her breasts working like bellows as she
panted uncontrollably with exhaustion. But the houngan still
didn't even give her a moment's reprieve, and the helpless girl felt
her legs being forced open for another ravishing.
Daphne was repeatedly violated in a number of positions, all while the
houngan continued to chant in the language Daphne could not
understand. Despite this, the lovely red-head was completely
under the houngan's thrall. She eagerly took his cock into
whatever orifice he desired, let his hands molest her body in whatever
way he wished, and reciprocated his passion with every roll of her
hips, opening of her mouth, and the obedience with which she assumed
every position.
Daphne moaned weakly as her legs dangled in the air, her calves resting
on the thrusting, broad shoulders of her dark-skinned lover.
Daphne's ivory arms were raised above her head, buried in her
sweat-soaked red mane. Her sweaty tits rolled as the muscled
houngan humped wildly between her outspread legs. The dark man's
white skull paint was still intact, despite the intense heat of the
room and his ferocious coupling with the teen beauty.
Just as the houngan began stiffening, for the first time his chants
ceased, and gave way to harsh grunts. He abruptly pulled out of
Daphne's sore, contracting cunt and held her legs wide apart by the
ankles. The voodoo priest finally let out one long groan, and
splattered Daphne's naked body with his load. Forcing himself on
top of the panting redhead, he began rubbing his still erect cock
against her belly, smearing some sort of strange pattern into the
puddle of jizz. Then he rubbed his thick fingers over Daphne's
naked pussy, gathering the mixture of their love juices that dripped
from her womanhood and soaked her inner thighs. Daphne eagerly
licked his fingers clean as they were offered to her, wantonly running
her tongue over the houngan's digits as she savoured the mingling
tastes of his seed and her own honey.
The houngan finally left Daphne's naked, cum-splattered body in the
circle of torches, all of which still blazed ferociously despite the
hours of lovemaking that had transpired. Just as the fever that
plagued the naked girl began to cool down, Daphne suddenly felt
completely immobile. Her arms were stuck in their positions above
her head, and her legs were unable to close, leaving her wet pussy wide
open. She gritted her teeth as she tried to move, but all she
could manage were slight wiggles from her body. She was able to
open her mouth but she couldn't form any words, as if her tongue was
weighed down. The houngan returned shortly with clay bowl of
water that he drank out of, before he knelt down and poured some into
Daphne's panting lips.
"You will be perfect," said the houngan as he affectionately stroked
Daphne's angelic face.
Unable to speak, the only reaction from Daphne were the
tingling sensations the prone beauty felt on her nipples and pussy,
from both
fear and excitement at the thought of what debauchery there was to come.