4 comments/ 40535 views/ 36 favorites Voodoo, Magic and Other Truths By: sailor_6969 Bree Moxam showered and dressed in her warm PJ's. She poured herself a glass of wine and curled up in her favourite chair. Tucking her feet up she fingered Trent's book. It was impressive from the outside, hard cover, embossed lettering, certainly different than anything else he had done. Not, she thought, that he had ever done much anyway. It began at the start of semester. Bree caught Trent showing off a porn magazine in class to his mate; a series of pictures of bald female genitalia and explicit sex. The rules said that she should report him to the dean but she was new at the college and didn't want to have his dismissal hanging over her head. She waited till the end of class and gave him an opportunity to do a special assignment instead. With no option he agreed but he was pissed off with being publicly humiliated. As he was doing medicine and her class was ancient history, myths etc. they agreed to the topic: "the impact of witch doctors, medicine men and how they used voodoo, black magic and superstition to control their tribe." An Australian, just turned 22 years of age and in her first semester as a lecturer she didn't want her American sojourn to start as badly as her last finished in Australia. A brilliant student and blessed with stunning natural beauty, 5' 2", long, luxurious brunette hair, a flawless complexion, with lips that always curved to a smile: beautiful seemed such an inadequate description. Coupled with a slim body, shapely legs and the most sexy set of boobs in town, her life was a dream until she arrived home one day to find her partner and her best friend up to their pubic hairs in each other. The other side of the world wasn't far enough away but it would do for the present. That was then. It was now the end of semester and Trent's assignment had been completed on time. She had a hint of a tingling sensation as she opened the cover. The set out was impressive: Red lettering over a misty background on a black page. Ancient Folklore Black Magic Voodoo And Other Dark Truths Fact or Urban Myth? Can you handle the truth? Bree took another sip of wine and ran her hand over the page. She was pleasantly impressed. The introduction talked in general terms about the history of beliefs in magic, witches, timelines and the susceptibility of poor, uneducated people to suggestion. All of which reflected the sort of teachings covered in class. It was not until the last paragraph that her interest was pricked. "Research into hitherto unknown documents gives cause for belief that in deepest Africa there is evidence that voodoo was used to convert innocent women and girls to sex slaves. Of course, the argument will always be that due to the youthful age of the girls, their lack of education, their primitive beliefs at the time that any outcomes were simply a product of a form of self-hypnosis, a self-fulfilling prophesy, or fear of disobeying an elder. As this is intriguing new research we shall explore this in some detail." Bree started reading with some anticipation. She virtually skimmed the first few paragraphs which again was pretty much standard fare until she came to the section on voodoo. She refilled her glass and turned the page with anticipation. She was surprised at the feeling of warmth, a tingling sense of anticipation as she took another sip of wine. Trent detailed that his research uncovered two articles from the very earliest explorers of Africa where they evidenced instances of voodoo being used to turn young girls into sex slaves. The testimony was adamant that the witch doctors or medicine men actually used a form of voodoo which worked, and according to their testimony, in all cases. However, the articles were very old and as the tribe was small little had been heard of the articles and an accompanying diary. It was a time where communication was scant. Bree, an avid researcher was intrigued as to how Trent had found such information as her research, which she knew was more than thorough over many years, had never found any reference to these articles. Knowing Trent and his lack of attention to anything closely resembling detail she had an inkling that he was simply making up a fantasy story. She took a mental note to seek confirmation. The reality was that Trent was surfing the net for porn and sex slaves when by pure chance he came across the articles. That started the glimmer of an idea in Trent's mind to stir some shit on the cocky Aussie bitch. Bree returned to the assignment: "Society readily accepts the concept of religion without question; people are fanatical in their belief, yet most people are sceptical in relation to anything surrounding the occult, black magic or things like voodoo. However, this original research gives detailed direction as to the process and this article will expand on that. Again, the argument will be raised as to whether it was real or simply a mind play on impressionable young girls at a time when people did believe in witches and other magic. The question is: would any of today's educated women be susceptible to any degree of suggestion such that their culture and beliefs were subjugated? Even in today's enlightened society there are people, well-educated and sophisticated people who will champion both arguments. The crux of this assignment: the believers Vs the non-believers. Perhaps there is only one way to prove the theory. Bree found she was pleasantly surprised and enjoying Trent's article. She turned the page and chuckled at the scrolled words. This was certainly a side of Trent that she had never seen. Warning: VOODOO Read on at your own risk - YOUR future is HERE You have been warned The next page gave a brief explanation. Dear reader, as you have chosen to continue reading this dissertation you do so with the full knowledge that nothing will never be the same. As one wise old sage said: I don't believe in voodoo but I'm sure afraid of it. Be afraid, be very afraid." The following extract has been taken from authentic diaries kept by earliest explorers in deepest Africa. The authors swear by the truth. The steps below have been faithfully copied from the diaries. Obviously the terms and measures are unfamiliar but I will do my best to demonstrate how it may have been. Be warned that it is explicit! The more difficult the step the more powerful the outcome! The making of a sex slave. Step 1 Make a doll of the target person. The closer to her real likeness the more powerful the spell will be. Step 2 Make holes in the mouth, sex and anus where you would like to deposit your sperm. Step 3 Where possible attach some of the female's hair to the doll's head. Step 4 Where possible attach some of the female's pubic hair. This can be hard to get but is extremely powerful. Step 5 Where possible obtain some of the female's menstrual blood and smear liberally over the doll's sex. This step will almost certainly guarantee successful conversion of the female. Step 6 The next item was an extensive list of ingredients; some of which she recognised, most she didn't. The quantities were in ancient measurements which meant nothing to her. Mix the ingredients together, add water and ferment for exactly one day and night. Strain the liquid. Within 24 hours ensure the female drinks all the liquid. Step 7 If you have followed the instructions as written, the female is vulnerable and her mind and body are seeking her mate. Step 6, 7 and 8 must be immediately following each other. You must act quickly to complete these steps before she has sex with any other person or she will be tied to him. You need to rub your sperm onto her body; the closer to her brain the better, ideally on the back of her neck near her spinal cord. This will tie her to you and identify you as her master. Step 8 Fill the doll's holes with your sperm. Step 9 Place the doll with any other intimate items in a box and leave them to work their magic. Step 10 Wait. Two weeks. Be patient. Her body needs to find you and condition itself for your pleasure. The sperm on her body is looking to identify a match to the sperm in the doll. When you next see her the connection will be made and the binding process will commence. Slowly at first, so you can enjoy watching her transformation. Many people say that the wait, knowing the prize is yours is the most erotic and enjoyable time. Initially she will be confused by her feelings of lust for you. She will deny them, fight them, but they will grow stronger until she can resist no more. Then she will beg you, she is yours to use however you want. Bree stopped and sipped her wine. She had never read or heard of the article Trent had referred to. Given that it was Trent there was always going to be a degree of scepticism, and she could see Trent trying to shock her with the assumptions 18 year olds are like that, but nonetheless, as a teacher she was annoyed, as a researcher she was intrigued. "Oh my god, that's gross," she groaned, recoiling in disgust as she turned the page. She was confronted with a picture of a doll. The doll had a wig made of short brunette hair, sperm dripping from each of her holes, trimmed bush and the obscene bloodied gash of its sex. Subconsciously she noted that the doll wore lipstick and had her nails painted in the same colours that she wore. It took a few moments more before her brain processed the fact that the doll bore an unmistakable resemblance to her. Then her mind exploded in a fit of rage. "My god, how dare you, how dare you use a likeness of me without my permission then push it under my bloody nose. How fucking disrespectful," were her immediate thoughts. Thoughts and emotions that crashed her mind, overwhelming her. Then slowly the germ of an idea, a more sinister interpretation of what she saw dawned upon her. She fought to control the bile rising in her stomach. "Oh no, oh no, oh my god noooo ... you disgusting creature. He has made a voodoo doll: and made it in my image, just like he has written in step 1. He is trying to show me that he has followed each of the steps described in the article? So what that means... what he is telling me... is that he has put a voodoo spell on me..." Bree shook her head trying to clear her thoughts. "He's not just telling me: he has put a voodoo spell on me! Oh my god, oh my god. At least he has tried to... think, think. Well, if it's real. I mean, he doesn't know whether it would or wouldn't work. But if it works then he meant it. "Christ what if it is real? What if it works? If he could cast a spell then he would turn me into... into... a sex slave... his fucking sex slave! "Oh god no, please no it can't happen like that. "How could anyone ne so disrespectful, so cruel? "And now he has told me what he did, deliberately told me. He knows that we have discussed this in class, all the evidence is that voodoo is more likely to work when the target knows the spell has been made; it conditions the mind. I taught him that; and now he's using it against me. God, he wanted to shock me, to scare me. How could he do that to anyone? Fuck it, I'm his teacher for god's sake. And the arrogant fucking prick is going to be watching me to see how I react, having fun at my expense. What a sick prick he is." Then slowly Bree calmed. "Fucking hell, I'm spooking myself," she thought. "The one thing I have continually taught my students is that for any spell; voodoo, black magic, whatever to work it must be followed exactly. Any change, any deviation makes the spell useless. Most processes were handed down verbally and became distorted. People took short cuts, used wrong measurements and the spell failed. Faith required evidence and so the beliefs declined. " Bree took a deep breath. "I don't know what he used but there is no way on this earth that he could have got those things from me. This is his sick idea of a prank. My god, what was he thinking? How could he submit this to me? Surely he must expect some sort of backlash? he's stupid but not that stupid. He must know that I have to report this to the dean, this will get him expelled. And after this, good riddance. So why would he do it?" she thought. Bree had a big sip of wine and put the glass back on the table, yet she couldn't stop the butterflies in her stomach and the slight tremble in her hand. After a moment of reflection she turned the next page. Slowly her eyes opened wide and her mouth fell open as she processed the information in front of her. She could feel her body trembling as her eyes scanned the page; the page a series of thumbprint pictures. "Oh my god, oh my god," an anguished cry escaped her lips as she stared at the page, her mind numb, her heart thundering in her chest. The pictures followed each step of the process: Voodoo, Magic and Other Truths She was exhausted, struggling to breathe, the pain in her chest burning her throat and lungs. The slavers surrounded her. They pulled her roughly to her knees. Taking her wrists they drew her arms back behind her forcing her head forward. They placed a wooden pole across her back. Her arms were bent around the pole at the elbows and her hands secured in front of her body. She was terrified as they secured an iron collar round her neck and attached it to a metal chain. Whooping in delight they headed back to camp pulling her along behind them. Bree didn't see any other members of the safari. Alone and frightened she was bundled into the back of a jeep with four of the slavers. With her arms wrapped around the pole she was unable to make any move to ease her discomfort as the jeep bounced along the rough track. Finally they reached a substantial camp. She was hauled out of the vehicle. She looked in terror at the leering, laughing faces that surrounded her as she was paraded before the tribe. The natives took her into the largest hut. She was trembling in fear as she looked around the packed room. She was led to the middle of the room where the chain attached to her collar was fixed to a pole in the centre and pulled tight drawing her to her full height, shoulders back and her breasts thrust forward. She felt a surge of hope when she her eyes were drawn to the one white face in the room: Trent. She wanted to go to him, tell him what had happened, get him to help her but he was in earnest discussion with what could only be the chief. "Trent," she croaked almost inaudibly. "Trent," she cried desperately trying to attract his attention. "Ooooh," she gasped as one of the slavers beside her slapped her face angrily. Seemingly from nowhere a striking young woman, about 19 or 20 years old appeared. She held a leather strap in her hand. Bree's eyes opened wide as she realised it was a gag. The girl smiled cynically as she dangled the gag it in front of Bree's face. The leather strap was about six inches long by three inches wide. The inside had an intricately carved wooden penis moulded to the strap, the penis dyed black and roughly an inch and a half thick and almost three inches long, the head a smooth bulb. Bree could see that there was a small hole drilled through the leather and the length of the penis as if to make it look authentic. The girl was laughing as she roughly forced the penis into Bree's mouth and secured the straps at the back of her head. Bree sucked on the penis, her tongue caressing it as she made it as comfortable as she could in her mouth. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she looked wide eyed in terror at the laughing faces around the room. Bree's hopes rose as she saw Trent and the chief smile and shake hands. They rose and casually took the steps to her. Her eyes were pleading with him for help. Trent said something in a language she didn't understand and he and the chief laughed. Still chuckling he turned and looked at Bree. She was breathing heavily through her nose and the hole in the penis gag, her eyes wide, imploring him for salvation. Then the room broke out in laughter as she screamed into the penis gag as Trent reached out and undid the buttons of her shirt. He pushed the shirt back over her shoulders exposing her breasts. She kept screaming in terror as, smiling and commenting to the chief, he reached out and started squeezing and fondling her breasts. But her humiliation was not complete. All the slavers left the room. The only people left were Trent, the chief and the girl. The girl took a large wooden bowl and started to put herbs, seeds and a variety of other ingredients into the bowl before crushing them together and adding some thick black liquid. Bree could only stare as the girl freed Trent's penis from his shorts and began to slowly stroke him. She watched as the girl brought Trent to a climax, ensuring that every drop of his sperm fell into the bowl. Once she was satisfied that he had nothing left to give she stirred the mix together. The girl separated the mix into three equal lots, placing the first into a small sac approximately the size of a baseball. Suddenly Bree knew what the hole in the gag was for as the girl attached the sac to a thin tube. Bree's head was tied back against the post prohibiting any movement and the girl fed the tube into the hole in the penis. "Oooooooo, oooo," were the only sounds she could make as she tried to beg. Then with her mouth full of penis it was all she could do to swallow, or more precisely, let the vile fluid trickle down her throat as the girl squeezed every last drop into her stomach. Bree was fighting against the almost overpowering urge to vomit. Bree knew what was going to happen as her shorts and thong were removed. The girl took the second sac and attached it to a wooden penis. Bree moaned in humiliation as the girl fed the penis into her sex then pumped the contents of the second sac into her. Leaving the penis in Bree's cunt the girl removed the sac and plugged the hole in the penis to ensure the liquid didn't drain away. To Bree's horror the girl repeated the exercise leaving her ass with a wooden penis and sac full of fluid in her. The girl used a small brush to clean up the remnants of the liquid in the bowl and carefully brushed it over Bree's nipples and areolas. She felt full. They left her. It wasn't long before Bree started to twitch. Her nipples were becoming hot and sensitive. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief as she watched her nipples and areolas changing colour from a soft pink to the dark purplish hue common to the native Africans. The penis in her mouth started to feel good and she was gently sucking on it, her cunt and ass were full, hot and increasingly sensitive. As the intensity grew she found relief in squeezing hard against the wooden idols, using small movements of her legs to create some friction down there. Every movement rewarded by small sparks of pleasure. She sucked harder on the penis. An hour later Trent and the girl returned. By then Bree was a seething mass of sexuality. She looked hungrily at Trent, she wanted cock. The girl pulled the penises from Bree's body and the fluid drained down her legs. The girl laid out a mat and Trent told her to lay on it. They didn't release her arms from the pole across her back and it was agony as she lay back on the mat. The only way she could relieve the pain was to spread her legs wide, push her feet to the ground and arch her back, thrusting her groin as high as she could. She realised that her cunt was open to Trent's gaze. Trent pointed to her cunt and the girl moved out of sight. Seconds later she returned. Bree knew what was going to happen as the girl placed the sticky straps over her bush and couldn't stifle the screams as the strips were ripped off her taking her pubic hairs with it. A small clean up before Trent rubbed her now hairless pussy and nodded in satisfaction. Without any ceremony and with the girl watching Trent stripped off his shorts and mounted her. "Ok bitch, from this moment on you are bound to me. If any other male has sex with you his sperm will make you violently ill, if anyone fondles your breast you will feel agonising pain," he said. "You're mine and I will do with you as I please." He was big, she felt him pushing to the depths of her cunt as he took his time enjoying her body. In spite of the pain she needed him to quell her rampant lust. She thrust against him as he thrust into her to ease the agony of his weight on her shoulders and arms until the ache became a consistent agony. It was with a sense of relief when she felt his pace quicken then he arched his back as his balls filled her abused cunt with his sperm. *** "Nooooo," she screamed in terror as she sat bolt upright in bed. Her body was saturated in sweat as she fought to control the pounding of her heart and her ragged breathing. "Nooooo," she cried a second time, confused as she looked around her darkened room, then a wave of relief washed over her as she realised it was only a dream. She collapsed back on the bed sobbing uncontrollably. Slowly and on shaky legs she got out of bed and had a shower to calm her jangled nerves. "It was only a dream," she said to herself, her voice trembling. "Only a dream," she repeated as she broke down again in tears. Bree was too afraid to go back to sleep. She was shaken to her core. Her mind was in turmoil as she alternated between denial and the growing realisation that Trent had placed a spell on her ... and it was working. She went back to his assignment to look for errors, opportunities, anything. She took out a magnifying glass and studied the thumbnails. She felt a stirring as she studied the picture of his cock. This time she was very aware of his size; long and thick and hard, the same as in her dream. And as she looked her eyes glazed in a trance like state. In the magnified view she could see the sperm being ejaculated from the eye of his penis. She took a deep breath as her eyes followed the smooth curve of the mushroom head; the purple hue where his glans were as the helmet flared. Her tongue ran over her lips as she took in the thick veins running the length of his cock and his balls, caught high in his sac as they ejaculated his sperm. Her fingers found their way to her sex and she was gently caressing her clit as mentally she imagined the tip of his cock gently parting the folds of her pussy, pushing, stretching her as it worked its way inside her body... "Noooo," Bree gasped in alarm, and flung the book away from her in disgust. "Oh my god, I have to stop this," she thought, her mind in a panic as she fought to regain control. Driven by fear she knew she had to find a way to counter the spell. Frantically she searched her computer; site after site looking for some form of salvation. By the time her alarm sounded in the morning she was ragged, tired and exhausted. It was Monday, numbly she followed her normal pattern getting ready for college. She was apprehensive as she drove into the car park and breathed a sigh of relief as she was the only car in the parking lot. Trent was equally nervous as he arrived at the college. He knew that if Bree had told anyone about the book he would be expelled or even be taken by the police. Now, in the cold light of day he couldn't understand why in the name of god he had actually done it; couldn't believe that he had been so bent on getting revenge that he could take such a stupid chance. It was the pictures of her naked that did it. When he found them he reasoned that there was no way she would alert the dean, this was his chance to really stick it to her. God alcohol does that to you. From a distance Trent watched and followed Bree as she entered the school. He was relieved that she seemed to be following her normal pattern. At this stage, she made no move towards the dean's office. Trent took a few breaths to calm his nerves. He might not be out of the shit yet he thought. He realised that Bree might not have read his book. That all hell may still break loose. But if she had ... if she had... then in spite of the obscene nature of the spell, the personal nature of the contents meant she wouldn't report it, couldn't. He realised he had a power over her. And suddenly he felt a euphoric surge of confidence and sexual arousal. By the time her class came round he felt invincible. Bree decided that she would confront Trent to tell him how she felt, of her disgust. Trent's class was the last of the day. Before class she quickly went to the ladies, put on fresh lipstick, without thinking undid the top button on her blouse, she freed her hair from the pony tail and brushed it out, a quick squirt of perfume and she was done. She could feel the flush of embarrassment as she entered the class. As much as she didn't want to, she quickly glanced at Trent; wished she hadn't as she took in his smile. She was flustered, stumbling on wooden legs she staggered to her desk. She was hot, her face flushed, she wished she could undo a button of her blouse but she was already on the edge of decency. She could feel her nipples tightening with the emotion. She groaned inwardly as she realised that the hard buds were prominently displayed, two sharp points pushing against the material of her blouse, standing proudly in front of her, jiggling enticingly as she walked. She wished she had worn something more modest. Bree had difficulty concentrating. As hard as she tried she found herself drifting to Trent's side of the room. Moreover, the longer the class went the more she found herself looking and speaking to him. She could feel a heat slowly burning within her body which she desperately tried to ignore. She hurried through the lesson to end the class early; it was a mistake as it gave Trent the chance to wait for the room to empty. Confidently he approached her desk. Casually and with a leering smile he asked "Um, have you read my assignment miss?" Bree ran her fingers through her hair. "Ah, look, I'm sorry Trent. I, ah, read the introduction but that's about all, I've got too much marking to do," she said waving her hand at the pile of assignments on her table. "Look, when I gave you the extra work it was not about getting a mark, it was about the discipline of getting you to apply yourself. In the circumstances I will let you self-mark," she said trying desperately to pacify her nerves. She took delight in the momentary look of disappointment that crossed his face. However he quickly recovered. "Look, I know you did a lot of work and from the little I have seen it's presented well so I'm happy to let you have an 'A'" she said smiling sweetly at him. "Look, if I get time after all the assignments are marked then I will try to read it and critique it for you," she said trying to give herself some time and a degree of authority. "But I just can't do it now." Trent didn't know what to expect. At first he was downcast when she said she hadn't read it but he could see her discomfort in speaking to him, he could see her blushing and the points of her nipples which had been eye magnets for the duration of the class led him to believe a different story. He really didn't believe in voodoo or any of those things but he was certain that she had read his assignment. She hadn't raised the matter with the principal and now he knew she wouldn't. Yet she knew what was in the assignment, knew the sentiments, had seen the photographs and couldn't face him. He could feel a growing arousal. "No you've read it bitch. Yeah, you've read it and you're frightened. Fuck me, you believe in this stuff," he thought. All Bree wanted at that time was for him to leave, she just needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts and emotions. It was just the knowledge of what he had done that caused her to become flustered she reasoned. She struggled to control her breathing as she slowly packed her books and notes into her briefcase. Then she almost screamed in frustration as Trent perched impudently on the corner of her desk. Her eyes flicked to the bulge in the front of his jeans, paused longer than she wanted before she dragged them away. Her embarrassment was complete as she looked at Trent and knew that he had seen. Trent was in his element, with a growing confidence he played with her. "You really should read my assignment miss," he said calmly. "You will really be interested in some old obscure articles that I have found. They are supposed to be genuine although they do raise some interesting intergenerational challenges. We could have some interesting discussions as to whether voodoo can be applied to today's educated people or whether it was simply used to control superstitious and uneducated people. I mean, let's take you for instance. Now, you teach the subject so to a degree you are a true believer. So, does that make you more susceptible to suggestion or is there really magic?" "The article suggests that both are true: in the end, the writer argues that in his experience voodoo really is powerful magic but when a believer, made aware that a genuine spell has been placed on her will find it impossible to avoid falling under that spell. Once the person knows of the spell it's like being reeled in like a fish on a line only it's the mind and all the senses. Give a bit of slack, reel it in, give a bit of slack, reel it in: only it's not a fish it's a person." Then Trent started talking slower. Pausing between sentences, the pauses becoming longer, almost hypnotic. "If you take a step back and look at the situation, it's sort of delicious, he crooned... "The man knows the woman believes in magic, in voodoo... so he knows the woman is a good subject, at least she is vulnerable. "Most people keep their fantasies to themselves but no, on this occasion he tells the woman that he is going to turn her into his sex slave... "Imagine her shock. She knows who it is, what he wants to do to her and he even tells her how he is going to do it... "She's in turmoil. Her problem is that in her mind she believes it can happen, she knows what the outcome will be but can't accept it... "Naturally she rebels against the thought, her immediate response is anger, outrage, then it turns to fear, mind numbing fear... "This is her life, she resents the thought that some man is going to steal her future, make her his slave, mentally she fights - oh but how she fights...but against what? "But all the while she can feel herself inexorably falling under the power of the spell... "Yet invariably she still believes that she can escape the spell, especially the educated women... "For the first few days there is no outward sign of change, internally her body is being conditioned for him. All she notices is a growing sense of wellbeing in his presence... "Then after a few days, if all the weights and measures have been done correctly she will become ill, like a bad case of morning sickness. Something is growing inside her. She can still function, still work but she knows something is happening to her... "Her nipples are the first visible sign. Whenever she is in his presence they are in a constant state of arousal, hard little buds of desire proudly displayed for all the world to see... "When she looks at him she knows that it is only him and her that know what those tantalising little points under her blouse mean... "Then they start to ache - for him. If any other male touches her breasts it causes her pain... "She starts getting hot flushes, hot sexual flushes, they increase in frequency and intensity... "She starts dreaming of him at night, wild erotic dreams... By now his voice was mesmerising, almost at a whisper and she leaned closer to hear him. In her hypnotic state she didn't note the change of reference. "Inevitably the heat invades your most sacred place, your sex... "Minute by minute; hour by hour; day by day your arousal increases... "You are hot, aroused, sensitive; you can't relieve it... "You know you are losing the fight... "He can see it in your eyes, your look, the look of fear, of lust, and you know it... "Your mind and body crave him; his touch, you need him, need him inside you... "You feel the passion rising, rising, you can't fight it any longer, don't want to, you are being overwhelmed, you surrender yourself to him... to his desires. The room was deathly quiet. Trent sat motionless staring at her; looking at the swell of her breasts, the points of her aroused nipples rising and falling as she took deep breaths. For long seconds she sat staring in front of her in a trance like state. It was almost over. Then slowly, agonisingly slowly he could see her claw back some sense of control. With a supreme effort she fought her way back to the present. Voodoo, Magic and Other Truths He leaned back smiling, confident. "I'm sure we can have some really interesting discussions after you have read my assignment." "Oh, nice blouse by the way, it shows off your figure rather well," he said and even though she knew it was a reference to her prominent nipples Bree couldn't help the feeling of pleasure as she took in Trent's compliment; then immediately recoiled in alarm at her response. "You bastard," she thought. Then she stared defiantly at him. "Playing stupid fucking mind games, well I know more about this stuff than you will ever know mister, so don't think you can ever get the better of me," she thought. "Yes well, all very interesting and I will let you know if or when I finish reading it Trent. But, as I mentioned, unfortunately it won't be in the immediate future. And, as you are just a student I don't think my dress is any of your business. Time to go," she said smiling at him, trying desperately to appear calm and natural. Clearing her mind she stood and gathered her things. She took a deep breath trying to stop the trembling in her hands. She was hot; desperately wanting to open her blouse and fan herself, her nipples ached, felt like solid little balls and she knew her pussy was wet. It was all she could do to hold her composure till she got home but as she closed the front door to her apartment the tears started and her body was wracked with sobs. "He knows, oh god he knows. The illness, like a bad case of morning sickness, it was the voodoo growing inside me, like a malignant baby. My nipples, god he can see them and he knows why they are aroused. The dream: oh my god. The wetness in my pussy, he's teasing me, telling me he knows what is happening, waiting as I fall under his spell, and it's happening, oh my fucking god what am I going to do?" she thought as the tears ran freely down her face. Trent struggled to believe what was happening. If ever there was an open and shut case of extreme sexual harassment he knew he had just committed it. But she didn't fight him, didn't complain, wasn't outraged in that sense; she was purely responding to the voodoo; which meant she knew and believed it could happen. He could see the spell unfolding just as written but was having some difficulty believing that it could happen. On one hand he wanted to rush her off, on the other his arousal ran rampant as he watched her slowly succumb to him. By the time he arrived home his balls were aching with desire. He stripped and stared at his throbbing cock but he denied himself the pleasure of jacking off. "The next time I cum it will be inside her," he vowed to himself. Wednesday morning Bree arrived early, the car park appeared empty. She was tired, the dreams continued; hot, erotic sex with Trent each night, her body in a constant state of sexual arousal leaving her exhausted when she woke. She collected her bag from the front seat then opened the back door to pick up her bag of assignments the she had marked overnight. "Oh," she gasped as she straightened up and found Trent beside her. She felt a flush of heat in her pussy. She was dismayed as her nipples immediately became aroused. She knew he could see her arousal. "Here, let me, I'll carry them for you," he offered. "I'll lose my reputation as a new age guy if anyone sees you carrying all those while I walk beside you," he said laughing. And in spite of her protests he took the bag from her. They walked in awkward silence before he broke the spell. "Miss, do you still have my book?" he asked. "Your book? I... I... thought I had told you that I have been marking papers. I've got it but haven't been able to read it yet," she stammered uncertainly. "No, I don't mean my assignment, I meant the magazine when you busted me in class. You know, the porn magazine, the one with the shaven girls in it," he said in a cocky manner looking at her sideways. "Oh... um, that one, yes I remember it." Remember? She had been drawn to it over the last week, time and again turning to the centrefold. Trent had drawn a heart and printed her name inside it, then a series of smaller hearts around the image. She was used to young men having a crush on her so at the time just took it as a compliment. The model bore an uncanny resemblance to her; same body shape, same proud boobs, the only difference the model's stark white, blonde head of hair and the complete absence of hair between her legs. She could feel her face hot with embarrassment. She knew that he was taunting her but the omage was crystal clear in her mind. She staggered on shaking legs, fighting back the tears. She wanted to fight him, beg him for mercy but she couldn't. Couldn't admit she knew what was happening. She still had two days to find an escape. "I guess I do, I ah, can't remember throwing it out so I must still have it somewhere. I will look for it, but, ah, maybe after semester," she stammered uncertainly. She almost collapsed into her chair as Trent placed her papers on her table, smiled and left her. *** It was late; Bree had been researching everything in the hope of finding a cure, an antidote to his spell. Suddenly a breakthrough, the exhaustion dropped from her shoulders. She leaned in closer to the screen, reading through the tears of relief as she come upon an article that canvassed his voodoo spell. Her heart beat wildly as it went on to describe the method to neutralise the spell. Most of the ingredients she knew of, the others were in Trent's article. Importantly, he had inadvertently supplied her with the correct conversion charts. The ingredients had to be combined to make a small drink and consumed no later than 24 hours before the two week maturation period of the spell: 7.00pm Friday. She had time. She noted with alarm that the perpetrator could still cancel her neutralisation by obtaining either a fresh pubic hair, one would do, or some fresh menstrual blood. Well she wasn't having her periods so that was out of the question. That only left one option; her pubic hairs and she didn't hesitate for a moment, there was no way she was going to take any chances. Incredibly, Thursday was her day off. Her emotions fluctuated wildly between euphoria at having found a cure and hatred for Trent As soon as the shops opened she booked for a full Brazilian wax. "Every hair, I don't want a single hair to remain down there," she told the attendant emphatically. "Fuck you arsehole," she thought and on a whim decided to have her hair bleached to resemble the centrefold. When she got home she stripped naked and stood, posing in front of the mirror comparing herself with the picture. She admitted to herself that she looked hot, sexy. Later she made her drink and swallowed every last drop. "Now it's my turn to have some fun with you arsehole," she thought. "Just to make sure," she thought as she stripped and picked up her hand mirror. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and raised her knees. Holding the mirror between her thighs she gazed at her bald cunt. For long moments she simply stared, noting the pink blush where her hairs had been pulled out by the roots. She looked in amazement at the folds of her sex lips, so different bald. Her free hand seemed drawn to her lower region and she slid her hand over her smooth skin, marvelling in the sensuous feel. Inevitably she watched as her hand, seemingly moving of its own volition curved over her pubic bone and traced the outline of her cunt lips sending a shiver through her spine. Her eyes glazed as her fingers slipped between the soft folds and first one, then two inched their way into the hot wetness inside her. She was mesmerised as she withdrew her fingers and saw them covered in a glistening moisture. She watched every stroke as she plunged her fingers in and out to her own erotic rhythm whilst rubbing her thumb over her increasingly aroused clit until inevitably she cried out in passion as her body shuddered in orgasm. Then she broke down in tears of relief. *** Trent whistled softly to himself when he saw Bree's new hair style; she looked sexy. Having asked about his magazine it was too much of a coincidence for her to have coloured her hair the exact colour of the model. And he couldn't help but get excited wondering if she had removed her pubic hair for him. He spent the whole day in a state of arousal dreaming of her and what he would do to her that night. He had to fight to restrain himself as he listened to some of his mates ribald comments about her. Trent made no move to approach Bree during the day. By the end of the day his balls were aching. After his class Trent waited until the last student left. Bree faced him with renewed confidence and simmering anger. He took the few small paces toward her, he stood inches in front of her, invading her personal space, his presence overwhelming her. Now it was her turn to play games with him. "Why are you doing this to me?" she said, challenging him. Trent laughed. "Why? because you're the hottest bitch on campus. And like every guy here I want to fuck you. The difference between me and them is... I can... I'm going to - I'm going to enjoy every minute of it... and they can all fuck off for all I care, you're mine." "Oh my god, no. Please Trent, I'm a human, I'm a person, you can't do this to me, you don't have the right, please, I'm begging you," she said in a pleading voice. She found the exchange arousing, she was conscious of the heat between her legs as she toyed with him. "And what's more babe, you will beg me for it. You're going to be my slut. I will be around your place at 7.00pm. If you are not there then I won't be back until Saturday. You know the spell, you will be waiting for me. And you're going to open more than the door for me," he said laughing. "Yeah, we'll see smart arse," she thought clamping her legs together to ease the arousal between her thighs. "The only things going in my cunt tonight are my fingers and my dildo," she thought flicking her hair enticingly as she turned to leave him. His balls ached as he watched her go, her ass swaying from side to side. Waiting for 7.00pm was agony for Trent. Yet he resisted the almost overwhelming urge to do a hand job. With his heart pounding in his chest he rang her bell. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock as he stared at her. Her top hung loose and was so short he could almost see the swell of her breasts beneath the cloth; her nipples standing in enticing points. Her shorts loose, low and the legs cut from the crutch. She looked glorious and sexy. "Oh Trent, what are you doing here?" she said in a sing song voice, confident, teasing but aroused. He took a step towards her. She stayed in position, looking him in the eye. "I've got some news for you Trent, and from your point of view it's all bad. See, I found an antidote to your voodoo spell, I've neutralised it. It's like I've been telling you in class, do your research thoroughly. If you had you would have found an article that had the formula. I did and I've done everything to the letter. So if you want a thrill tonight you can stick your fucking voodoo up your own arse. You won't be sticking anything into me tonight or any other night. Lazy research gets you nothing, if you want the rewards you have to do the work. So smart arse, if you want a thrill tonight then say hello to your right hand." For what seemed an eternity they both stood motionless looking at each other. He smiled and raised his eyebrows. "Well, there you go. Yeah, I remember you telling me that before. Once I found the articles I knew you wouldn't stop at that. So I looked for everything until I found an article as you described." Trent was quiet for a long moment. "I guess that in the back of my mind that I knew you would find it too. But I thought, you know, you've changed your hair just like the model in the magazine, maybe you were doing it for me. Maybe you hadn't found an antidote at all. But then I thought, maybe you had." Trent paused before continuing in a quiet voice. "So, babe, I hacked it. Hacked the article, changed the formula so it wouldn't work." Bree couldn't move. Her senses were numb, she could feel the tentacles of his spell wrapping around her, smothering her, infiltrating her mind. She knew it was over. "Look babe, I admit, it was a bit cynical, a bit devious but I thought it would be a good way to demonstrate just how good a teacher you are. I'm sure I will get an "A" for research. See, I knew that the moment you found the article you would stop looking further. All your energies would go into negating the spell. Thus, you stopped fighting the spell allowing it free access to finish its work in taking over you, all of you... for my pleasure. Moreover, the powers of suggestion: you've bleached your hair for me and I just know that when I get to see your pussy that I'm going to see it naked in all its glory - how's that for a prediction? And now honey, I think we should ah, get right into some homework, what do you think babe? What reward are you going to give me for my assignment now?" he said smiling. Trent casually reached out and brushed the back of his finger over a nipple then took it between his fore finger and thumb. And it was like an explosion surging through her body extending to every extremity - and it was blissful. Bree couldn't help the moan of passion that escaped her lips. She sagged into his hand, pushing her breast against his palm, her resistance broken. She was overcome with a sense of lust for Trent. "Yeah sugar, you like that don't you? You want to fuck me don't you?" he said rather than ask. Unable to look him in the eye it was all she could do to nod. Trent pulled her to him and as their lips met her pent up passion boiled over, she flung her arms around his neck and crushed herself against him, her tongue thrust eagerly into his mouth chasing his. She moaned in passion as he squeezed and fondled her breasts and she was left gasping in lust as he pulled away from her. She wanted more, and she was going to take it. They were still in the open door. She pulled him in and slammed the door shut. In a fit of lust she reached for his belt. Fumbling in her haste she undid the buckle and pulled down his zipper. Taking the top of his jocks she pulled them down freeing his manhood. She sighed as she wrapped her hand around the root and took the head in her mouth. She was pleased as she heard him suck in his breath and she took more of his cock in her mouth. "Ahhhhhh," he groaned as she ran her teeth gently over the length of his shaft while taking his balls in one hand and gently rolling the nuts in her fingers. Bree smiled to herself. She was good at this and she was going to make sure that he knew it. It was only minutes before Trent was gasping. "Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum," he moaned and as she felt his balls tighten she deep throated his cock taking him right to the edge. "Not yet," she said as she pulled away from him. Taking him by the hand she led him to her bedroom. Bree was burning, she pushed him back onto her bed, stripped off her clothes and straddled him. Smiling contentedly with herself she crawled up until her cunt was over his face. "My present to you," she said as he gazed at her bald cunt, the pink lips glistening with her arousal. He laughed and flicked his tongue over her sensitive clit. She arched her back and closed her eyes as sparks flew from her clit through her body. Fighting to control her lust she tore herself away from his face and shuffled back to his waist. Rising above him with one hand on his chest she guided the head of his cock to her dripping pussy with the other. Slowly she allowed her weight to help her slide down the length of him in one motion until her pussy was wrapped around the base of his male root. She moaned aloud as Trent reached up and fondled her breasts. "Harder, harder," she moaned. When he pinched her nipples she felt a tingling sensation from her nipples to her cunt and she sagged against him. Gathering herself she ground her clit against his pubic bone then Trent could feel a series of tremors wrack her body as her core muscles spasmed around his cock. Bree was a seething mass of sexual emotion as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure exploded inside her body. She didn't scream as much as a series of unintelligible noises escaped from her mouth. Her head fell forward and she leaned on his chest, she had no strength left to do anything else. The explosion subsided but Trent could still feel the small tremors inside her body. She lifted her ass slowly allowing her cunt to massage the length of his cock before she collapsed again as another orgasm exploded through her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear near to tears. I've never done anything like that before. You haven't cum yet and I..." Trent just laughed softly. "Awsome babe, absolutely awesome. I've never seen anyone go off like that. That's beats the shit out of some cold bitch trying to fake an orgasm." Bree's heart was almost singing as she started fucking his cock. She felt so happy at his praise, at the way he thought, of his appreciation for her. She was determined that she was going to be the best little fuck that he ever had. "I don't know how much sex is enough for a man but I'm going to make sure that you don't need to look anywhere else," she thought to herself as she reached around him to fondle his balls. Bree was focussed on pleasuring his cock. She rode it slowly, lifting her arse so the head was nestled in her outer pouch before sliding down the length of his shaft and was rewarded as she felt the signs of his impending climax. Then she upped the pace, riding him in a frenzy. "Oh god I'm cumming," he moaned as she brought him closer and closer. Then she had an incredible sense of fulfilment as she felt his cock spasm before he cried out in passion as he filled her cunt with his sperm. "You're my man and you're going to cum a lot baby," she whispered happily into his ear.