Voodoo slave part 1 by spiritofcrow
Explore the tantalizing world of 'Voodoo Slave Part 1' by SpiritofCrow—a captivating erotic sex story that intertwines desire, magic, and forbidden fantasies. Immerse yourself in a tale of seduction, power dynamics, and mystique. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
a dark twisted story that will get more violent as it goes , my name is Aaron I’m a mixed skin 6’0 tall I weigh 145 pounds with brown eyes and shaggy brown hair my dick is 7 long 2 1/2 around.
I’m also the school outcast why cause no one ever gave me the chance to prove who I was from day one of kindergarten I never had a friend. now that was all about to change…kinda.
I have spent years practicing
and have finally gotten everything I need for my voodoo enslavement.
I’m now in high school. it’s close to midnight as I sneak out my back door as my parents sleep. to them I was a sweet kind boy and I used to be but I was sick of the loneliness. my home was near some thick woods that I used to play in but tonight I had a new purpose for it. I moved through the trees with my flashlight in hand.
I moved deeper and deeper until I reached a small clearing that I had fixed up for my magic rituals.
I walked over to a hollow fallen over tree trunk and pulled out a few boxes all full of the stuff I would need for the full moon. I opened them and pulled out the rag dolls I had knitted myself. the books and sights I read said the more of yourself you poor into the preparation the more powerful the magic.
I had twelve dolls in total and would be making more soon as I did my test run.
I took the boxes to the middle of the clearing and laid them in the grass. I opened the second box that held a dagger and rag inside it for the blood that would be needed to power the dolls. I looked up at the sky the moon was getting higher and its light seemed to grow brighter on me warming me and giving me power. I pulled a baggy that held the hair of a girl from my school.
her name was Ashley everyone called her ash. she was a gothic girl that I had been crushing on for years.
she was in the next grade and she had pale skin and wore contacts that made her eyes black. she had long black hair that went down to her mid back and her breast had to be at least double d.
I put a small hole in the doll and placed the hair inside among the stuffing. I resealed it and grabbed the dagger.
I pricked my index finger and started to chant.
as I chanted the moon glowed brighter I kept chanting as I let my blood drip onto the doll the doll absorbed the blood leaving no stains. it was working. I kept chanting louder and faster. the books said the doll would start to look like the person who’s part you put inside. as I chanted black hair grew from the dolls head and down to its mid back just like ash.
I felt a dark smile grow on my face.
the doll turned pale and two blue dots formed for the eyes. I stopped chanting and cleaned my finger and the dagger. I put everything away and returned home excited for school the next morning.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm on my phone and quickly got dressed and grabbed my backpack I put the doll inside and left to get on the bus. I was happy to see that ash was on the bus sitting in the back alone. none of her friends rode the same bus and no one wanted to sit next to her.
the seat across the aisle was empty so I took it. our eyes met for a moment then she smirked and looked out the window.
I looked her sexy body up and down getting turned on by the evil I was going to commit. I turned to my pack and pulled out the doll. I quickly checked to make sure no one was looking I was in the clear. I rubbed my finger between the dolls legs. a sharp intake of breath came from behind me and I could not help but smile.
I took a glance behind me and saw her holding the bus seat rather tight.
I rubbed the doll with a bit more force and watched her breathing become faster her chest was heaving up and down. I was rock hard so I decided to test the power of the doll further. I whispered into the ear of the doll. “move to the seat next to you and sit with the boy.”
ash suddenly grabbed her black backpack and moved over to my seat. she looked from her original seat to mine.
I could see the gears turning in her head. I held the doll by my side out of her seat and went back to rubbing it between the legs. ash was wearing skinny jeans and a tank top that showed a good bit of cleavage.
she went tense and closed her legs. her eyes glanced at me hoping I did not notice. I rubbed faster and watch and she started to squirm trying to keep her pleasure hidden. I pushed my finger on the spot between the legs of the doll as tho I was trying to finger it.
ash jumped as she felt an invisible finger move into her cunt. she seemed to not care if I saw or not anymore. she reached between her legs and tried to stop the pleasure. I put a second finger with the first and pushed on the spot on and off. ash started to pant.
I was loving this my dick was rock hard. she bit her lower lip trying not to let any sound escape. I decided it was time to make her cum.
I used one finger to rub the doll and another to push against it so it felt like someone was finger fucking her and rubbing her clit. a moan got out and she started to move her hand against her jeans. she had given up and wanted to cum. I continued to rub and push harder and faster. her hips started to move against the force that was pleasing her.
her eyes rolled into her head and she humped the air. I saw her hard tits through her top.
she suddenly started to shake and she closed her legs tight as a loud moan came from her mouth making half the bus turn and look at her. she slowly came down from her orgasm. at this time the bus was pulling up to the school.
as soon as the door opened she bolted and ran inside. I was left with a raging hard-on that I had to take care of before my first class. I ran to the bathroom and rubbed one out fast as I could it was quick and easy cause I had fresh memories of her.
I quickly got to my first class and sat down in the back of the room. I watched as everyone sat down I was waiting for my next victim to walk in. everyone took a seat and the teacher started class.
it seemed Jessica was not going to show up today. I had given up on waiting when the classroom door opened and she rushed in. Jessica was a red head with short curly hair that came to her neck.
with a few freckles she always picked on me for not being smart as her she actually skipped a grade cause of her IQ. the only empty seat was in front of me just as I planed. she sat down with reluctance and began listening to the teacher.
Jessica had green eyes and from the looks of her she had been tanning in the summer sun. I could see the tan lines on her shoulders. she was a foot shorter then me and her breast were not as big as ash. I sat behind her looking at her beautiful red hair.
all I needed was one hair. I thought to myself as I reached for a strand. I got one that was sticking out somewhat and yanked it. I held my breath as I yanked but it simply came off must have been one that fell out and was still in her hair. I quickly pulled out a ziplock baggy and put the hair inside tucking it into my pocket.
I could not wait to have this stuck up nerd on her knees begging for mercy.