by Powerone
""Push out on your asshole, Renee,"” Henri said, slapping her ass hard, the skin rippling from the harsh blow. He saw her anus straining, puckering outward, the tiny opening getting bigger as she exerted more pressure. He pushed, the head of his cock slowly entering her, her anus stretching wider and wider, the edges looking like they would soon tear. Only about one-half of the head was inside her, her sphincter gripping his cock, straining to keep it out.
He began slapping her ass. When he felt her concentration move to the spanking, he pushed in harshly, his hard cock almost bending in half before it slid up her lubricated passage. Her sphincter gripped his cock right under the head, forced to take the bulbous head inside.
""AGH!"” she cried out in pain. Renee felt the burning and tearing in her ass, his cock head wedged tightly inside her, her sphincter unable to push out the intruder. “"God that hurts so much! Please don''t move,"” she begged him, sobbing as she cringed in pain, bent over on the bench, her ass raised up, seemingly begging to be ass-fucked, unable to stop the sodomy.
""Do you like that Jessica? Do you like watching Henri fuck Renee in the ass?"” She knew that he could feel her pussy begin to juice up again, knowing that the sodomy of Renee was turning her on.
Jessica wiggled her ass on Michael''s cock, side to side, sliding over the hard cock. “"I wish it were you behind her,"” she said, wishing she hadn''t admitted that as soon as she said it.
""Or do you wish it was me sodomizing you, Jessica?"” He pushed hard with his hips, driving his hard cock onto her spread cheeks. She did not reply. With one hand he began masturbating her again, two fingers finding her pussy wet, plunging deep inside her, spreading them apart inside her, stretching her. His other hand left her nipples, but not before twisting one painfully, her yelp of pain making his cock jerk. He let his hand slide down her side and over her ass cheeks, clenching on the tight buns before sliding up and down her crack. He felt her shudder as his fingers lightly glazed over her pink anus.
Renee cried out as Henri grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her back onto his hard cock. He pushed with his hips, feeling his cock begin to slide in her lubricated back passage, her groans of pain exciting him. He loved to fuck the new girls in the ass; it was all about control. His control over their body, unable to prevent him from performing whatever perverted acts he desired on their young, tight bodies. And Renee had an extremely hot, tight asshole, clenching on his hard cock, squeezing the blood from the head as it plunged in and out of her asshole, each time going further and further inside her.
Renee jerked in pain, his cock entering her colon, her stomach cramping as she was filled with hard cock. It seemed like his cock would go forever and come out her mouth as Henri continually fucked in and out her asshole, each time punching deeper inside her. She felt his hands dig deep into her hips, forcing her back onto his cock, her head yanked back, her hair pulling from her head as he used it to ride her harder. Would it never end, the burning and cramping? “"Please, stop!""
""If you want me to cum, squeeze my cock with your asshole as I pull it out. If you do it real well, I''ll fill your asshole with my hot cum. If not, I can fuck you for a very long time without coming."” He pushed in hard, making her take all of his cock, banging it painfully into her asshole, making her feel the pain. He heard her groan in pain, making his cock jerk inside her. He began to pull it out, watching her ass cheeks clenching tight, her asshole gripping his cock as he slowly pulled it up her anal passage. “"Yes, like that Renee, grip it tight,"” he said, running his hand along her back.
It hurt even more when she tightened on his cock but she had to make him cum and soon. “"Hurry, please hurry."” His cock pushed back inside her, his hips pushing hard, forcing his cock to tear painfully up her asshole.
Jessica''s hips were moving back and forth as Michael''s finger masturbated her pussy again, running up her slit to rub over her swollen clit. His other finger rubbed over her anus, feeling it clench and unclench from the unnatural fingering. Henri was riding Renee hard, seeing her tighten on his cock as he pulled it out, biting her lips in pain, her hands clenching the bench tightly.
""No!"” she cried as she felt Michael''s finger take some of her juices back to her asshole and push in, opening her anus. It hurt as it pushed in, spreading her legs wider apart, hoping to relieve the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach as he penetrated her anus, sliding his finger deeper into her rectum.
Renee felt his fingers play over her clit, grabbing the hard bud in his fingers and rubbing back and forth over it. Her hips began to move back and forth, fucking back on the cock filling her insides. “"Can you cum with me Renee, cum when I fill you with my hot cum?""
A strange masochistic feeling overcame Renee as Henri''s fingers played with her clit, snapping the hard bud with his fingertips as his cock continued to plunge up and down her anal tract. It felt like she had just finished a big dinner, her stomach full as his hard cock stretched her open. She bent her knees, giving him greater access to her sex, pushing back with her ass, her sphincter clenching on the rampaging member as it pulled out. When only the head was gripped she held her breath as he plunged back in painfully, making her take his cock in one deep, powerful thrust until it was buried deep inside her colon, the head jerking in the hot confines.
Michael watched his finger get sucked up inside Jessica''s asshole, the tiny hole stretched tight over his finger. “"Soon, Jessica, soon you will get to feel what it is like to be sodomized, but not now. I want you to cum for me, now. Can you do that for me, Jessica, cum for me again?""
Jessica could not hold back any longer. Her asshole burned and felt good at the same time. Her pussy juice was running down her thighs as Michael''s fingers continued to masturbate her while she watched the sodomy in the next room unfold before her eyes. Oddly, Renee seemed to like it now, pushing her ass back on his cock to receive his powerful thrust. Jessica saw Henri''s hands beneath her body and knew that he must be masturbating her, while burying his cock deep inside her asshole and holding it there. He pulled back on her hair, her head arched back as he obviously shot her full of cum.
Renee felt his cock get bigger, feeling the vein running up the side become swollen. The first blast of hot cum burned, the salty fluid aggravating her raw anal passage, but his fingers on her clit made her cum at the same time, her body jerking around on his hard cock, her asshole clenching as her orgasm rippled through her body.
Henri pushed on his cock, trying to drive it deeper as he shot his second and third load of cum in her colon, filling it with the hot fluid. She was the tightest of all the girls he had ass-fucked, dragging the cum from his balls as he unloaded inside her. She was coming at the same time, her body shuddering as she clenched tightly on his cock. “"Yeah, cum with me Renee, cum while I fill you up.""
Renee could not believe that he had made her cum while taking his big cock up her ass. It still hurt as he fucked her, bent over, her ass raised up as he filled her with his cum. Yet at the same time, his fingers had dragged a powerful orgasm from her, her body shaking as she came.
Jessica arched her back, pushing her ass out onto Michael''s finger massaging her insides as she came. She continued to keep her bound wrists high above her head, her legs spread wide, Michael''s hands busy masturbating her. She shuddered, her asshole tightening on his finger, Michael''s other fingers now deep inside her tight pussy, feeling her cum. She gripped the pulsating fingers as the orgasm ripped through her body. She pushed back, her asshole driving the finger in deeper. “"Make me cum!"” she shouted, not caring any longer, coming all over Michael''s fingers.
Michael loved the way she came. She had let her body go, unable or unwilling to stop him from having his way with her. He knew that he would enjoy this delightful girl in many ways, teaching her to love the perverted acts he would make her perform. He felt her body slacken, his fingers barely moving inside her, soaked in her juices. He pulled his finger from her asshole, stroking her back. “"Would you like to le
arn of the dark side, Jessica?""
Jessica looked back. “"The dark side of what?""
""Sex, the dark side of sex.""
She did not have to think about it, she just knew. “"Yes, Master,"” she said, giving over her body to Michael with that simple answer. She knew that she had lost her power to say no. She would be forced to do whatever he desired and what that would be, she could not even begin to imagine.
Michael removed the strap from her wrists, rubbing where the leather had dug into the flesh. “"The first thing I want you to do is attend a Voodoo ceremony with Henri. I think you will like what Henri will teach you."” He looked into her eyes as she pulled her dress closed, hiding her naked charms from him again.
""Yes, Sir,"” she responded, as Michael walked from the room. She looked back in the other room, Henri and Renee already gone. She was sexually exhausted, barely able to fall into bed, asleep in minutes. Sometime during the night, she awoke, finding her hands between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy and remembering her dream of Michael fucking her in the ass. It didn''t take long before another orgasm overcame her.
Jessica awoke refreshed. Multiple orgasms seemed to do that, lately. While she had not been able to accomplish it herself, others had. She took care of Jerome during the day, the weather beautiful, spending most of the time at the beach.
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. H
e 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.