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Voodoo (mc, md, mf, ff)

Chapter 5 - The Abduction

It took two days of pleading and arguing before Tracy reluctantly agreed
to go to the resort. Bob finally convinced her that they needed some
time alone together to work out their differences. When they arrived
late Friday afternoon, Bob went to the front desk to check in while
Tracy headed for the gift shop.

"Reservation for Stanford", Bob told the desk clerk.

"Ah yes, Mr. Stanford. We've been expecting you. That will be $100,000
payable in advance", the clerk said matter-of-factly.

Bob quickly wrote the check and handed it to the clerk.

"Thank you sir. I will see that Ms. Lacroix knows that you have
arrived."

That evening after dinner, Bob and Tracy checked out some of the local
sights. Bob tried not to let on that anything was wrong but he was
constantly looking over his shoulder and jumping at shadows, expecting
someone to grab Tracy at any moment.

As they got ready for bed, Bob decided that he would try one more time
to seduce Tracy. If she responded, then he would tell the desk clerk
that he had changed his mind and that he wanted to call the whole thing
off. However, as soon as Tracy climbed into bed, she informed Bob that
she was tired from the long flight and needed to get some rest. She then
rolled over and fell asleep leaving Bob more frustrated than ever. 

The next morning, after a long and sleepless night, Bob went to take a
shower while Tracy got dressed. When he emerged from the bathroom about
half an hour later, he couldn't find Tracy anywhere. He called out to
her but got no response. He was about to call the front desk when he
noticed the note by the telephone. It read "Your wife will be returned
in two days" and was signed M. Lacroix. 

A shudder ran through Bob as he realized that he had finally reached the
point of no return. As he sat down on the edge of the bed he placed his
head in his hands and began to sob uncontrollably.

For the next two days, Bob spent most of his time in the hotel bar,
returning to his room only to pass out when the bar closed. He was
already on his second gin and tonic Monday morning when he heard a voice
behind him.

"If you don't stop, you're going to kill yourself."

He turned to tell the person to fuck off when he saw that it was Madame
Lacroix sitting on the barstool next to him. Instead of the business
suit that she had worn the last time they had met, she was now wearing a
very revealing string bikini. The two tiny triangles of material that
made up the top barely covered any of her breasts, which Bob could swear
were much larger than before. The bottoms consisted of a patch of
material that was so small and thin that it was obvious that she shaved
her pubic hair. Even in a resort full of rich people with plastic
surgeons and personal trainers to keep them attractive, her beauty stood
out.

Bob let his eyes roam shamelessly up and down her body until a single
thought suddenly penetrated his alcohol-clouded mind. "Where the hell is
my wife?" he shouted.

Ms. Lacroix put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Please remain calm
Mr. Stanford. Your wife is in your room, asleep and unharmed."

Bob stood up to run to Tracy but, with a strength that seemed out of
place for her size, Ms. Lacroix quickly pushed him back onto the
barstool. "Before you go to her", she said sternly, "I have something to
give you." She then held out a chain with a small ornate pendant on it.
"Your wife is now bound to this amulet and whoever possesses it. Take it
and put it someplace safe. You do not need to keep it with you at all
times. As long as you are the last person to have held it she will
continue to serve and obey you. However, if the amulet is lost or stolen
she will automatically obey whoever has it. Do you understand Mr.
Stanford?"

"Yeah I understand", he said, rudely grabbing the amulet from the
priestess' hand. Even after having come this far, he still didn't really
believe her but he was anxious to go see his wife and he figured it
would be faster to just humor her. "Is that all?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes Mr. Stanford", she said with a sigh but Bob was already gone.



Chapter 6 - The Reunion

Too impatient to wait for the elevator, Bob sprinted up the stairs two
at a time until he reached their floor. His excitement and the alcohol
in his system made his hands shake as he fumbled with the key. When he
finally opened the door, he burst into the room, expecting the worst.
His heart jumped into his throat as he saw Tracy lying on the bed, naked
and unmoving. He walked cautiously towards her but stopped and let out a
sigh of relief as she began to stir.

Awakened by Bob's noisy entrance, Tracy stretched and rubbed her eyes as
she tried to clear the cobwebs from her brain. She looked up and saw Bob
standing over her and smiled at him. Suddenly her smile turned to a look
of panic as she vaulted out of bed and ran to him.

Bob saw the terror in Tracy's eyes and he wondered what Madame Lacroix
had done to her to make her so afraid. He was about to take her in his
arms and hold her when she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of
him. "I'm sorry for falling asleep. Please forgive me, master", she
begged fearfully.

Bob was stunned. This was not what he had expected. Reaching down, he
grabbed Tracy's shoulders and pulled her to her feet. "Are you all
right?" he asked.

"I'm fine, master", Tracy replied. "I was just tired."

"Where have you been for the last two days?" Bob asked.

"I've been right here with you, master", Tracy said with a puzzled look.

Bob could see that Tracy had no idea what had happened to her. "Why do
you keep calling me master?"

"I call you master because you are my master and I am your loyal and
obedient slave. Is that all right, master?" Tracy said with a quiver in
her voice.

Realizing that he was frightening and confusing her with his questions,
Bob took Tracy in his arms and held her tightly. Ms. Lacroix's words
about the amulet and how Tracy was bound to it raced through his mind.
He suddenly had a thousand questions and cursed himself for not asking
them when he had had the chance. He looked down at Tracy as she looked
back at him adoringly. He leaned down to kiss her and she retaliated by
firmly planting her lips against his and shoving her tongue into his
mouth before he could resist. Tracy kissed him with a passion that he
hadn't felt in a long time. The combination of Tracy's kiss and the feel
of her naked body pressed firmly against him caused the pressure to
build in Bob's pants. Suddenly, all the questions running through his
mind disappeared. All he cared about was the beautiful woman wrapped in
his arms and how much he wanted to make love to her. He broke the kiss
and carefully sat Tracy down on the edge of the bed as he kicked off his
shoes and reached up to undo his shirt.

Gently placing her hands on his, Tracy looked up at Bob with hunger in
her eyes and said in a soft seductive tone, "Let me do that." Starting
at the top, she softly caressed his chest and stomach as she slowly
undid each button. She then leaned forward and began kissing and licking
her way up his body as she climbed to her feet and slipped the shirt off
of his shoulders. Again, she planted her lips firmly against his as her
tongue explored the inside of his mouth and her aroused nipples pressed
against his chest. After several minutes, she broke the kiss and began
working her way back down his body, again dropping to her knees. Licking
her lips sensuously in anticipation, she quickly undid his pants and let
them fall to the floor exposing his semi-erect member.

Tracy's eyes lit up like a child opening a present on Christmas morning
as she reached out and gently began stroking Bob's penis with both
hands. As Bob's cock swiftly came to full attention, she leaned forward
and slowly ran her tongue up the sensitive underside of the shaft,
sending a wave of pleasure coursing through Bob's body. Wasting no more
time, Tracy firmly wrapped her lips around the tip and began moving her
head forward and backward, taking more and more of his cock into her
mouth with each stroke. After only a few minutes, Tracy's head was
moving furiously back and forth as she took Bob's entire length deep
into her mouth and throat.

Bob was in shock. Tracy had never cared for oral sex and had only
performed it on special occasions such as his birthday or their
anniversary. The fact that she was voluntarily giving him a blowjob was
a sure sign that Madame Lacroix had indeed unlocked Tracy's passion.
Feeling the pressure begin to build in the base of his cock, he reached
down and placed his hands on Tracy's head to steady himself as he began
to shoot his load.

Feeling the first few drops of cum begin to emerge from Bob's cock,
Tracy pulled back until her lips were firmly wrapped around the tip as
she began stroking the shaft with her soft hands. In moments, Bob's
semen began to erupt into Tracy's mouth as she tried valiantly to
swallow it all. For several minutes cum poured from Bob's throbbing
member until finally the flow began to subside and she could feel Bob's
cock growing limp. Trying to squeeze every drop from Bob's rapidly
deflating dick, she began to suck it like a Popsicle. When she was
satisfied that he was completely empty, she began gently licking up a
few drops of semen that had leaked out. After meticulously cleaning his
entire cock, she reached up and scooped a few more drops off of her
chin. As she stuck her fingers in her mouth and began sucking them
clean, she looked up at Bob with a devilish grin and said, "Did you
enjoy that, master?"

Still high from Tracy's expert ministrations, all Bob could do was nod
vigorously with a contented smile on his face as turned around and fell
backward onto the bed. For several minutes he lay there and softly ran
his fingers through Tracy's hair as she lay beside him with her head
resting gently on his chest. When he had regained some of his strength,
he decided that he should return Tracy's favor. As he slid out from
underneath her, Tracy tried to get up but he gently laid her back down
as he slid off the edge of the bed. Grabbing her knees and spreading her
legs as wide as they would comfortably go, he reached up and slowly ran
his fingers through her soft pubic hair.

Tracy propped herself up on her elbows and gazed down at Bob with a
concerned look on her face. "You don't need to do that, master", she
said.

Bob looked back at her and said, "Why not?" as he began to gently rub
her pussy.

"Because you are my master and it is my duty to make you happy", she
explained. "I am your slave and my happiness is irrelevant. Therefore it
is unnecessary for you to please me."

"But making you happy makes me happy", Bob replied. "So just lay back
and enjoy it."

Satisfied that letting her master pleasure her was the best way to make
him happy, and unable to disobey a direct order to enjoy it, Tracy laid
back and closed her eyes as a warm feeling washed over her.

For several minutes Bob gently stroked Tracy's pussy as her heat began
to build and her juices began to flow. Then, after deftly parting her
lips with his fingers, he leaned forward and gently inserted his tongue,
causing Tracy to let out a soft moan. Slowly he began licking up and
down her pussy, stopping occasionally to tease her rapidly swelling clit
with his tongue. When he felt that her clit had reached its maximum
size, he began sucking on it while he gradually inserted one finger deep
into her pussy, causing Tracy to let out a much louder moan. He began
sliding his finger in and out of Tracy's pussy as he continued to lick
and suck her sensitive button. Deciding that she was ready for more, Bob
swiftly inserted a second finger into Tracy's pussy and increased the
speed of his strokes.

Tracy bit her lower lip as she moaned and whimpered.

For several minutes, Bob continued to thrust his fingers deep inside of
Tracy as he gently caressed her clit with his tongue. Every time he
thought that Tracy was about to climax, he would slow his pace, wanting
to extend the pleasure as long as possible. Finally he inserted a third
finger into Tracy's pussy, causing her to buck her hips wildly in an
attempt to drive his fingers deeper inside her. As he moved his fingers
in and out of her pussy, Tracy reached up and began roughly twisting and
squeezing her swollen nipples while her head thrashed wildly back and
forth. Sensing that Tracy had taken all that she could, Bob began
sucking her clit with renewed effort as his fingers moved in and out at
a furious pace.

It only took a few seconds before Tracy's body stiffened and began to
shake as she experienced the beginning of an immense orgasm. For several
minutes convulsions wracked her body as wave after wave of pleasure
coursed through her. Her energy finally expended, she began to descend
from her sexual euphoria as she collapsed limply on the bed and gasped
for air.

Bob crawled up onto the bed beside her and smiled at his exhausted wife.
When she opened her eyes and looked at him, he looked back at her with
the same devilish grin she had given him and said, "Did you enjoy that
slave?"

All Tracy could do was nod vigorously with a contented smile on her face
before placing her head on Bob's chest and falling asleep with the sound
of his gentle breathing in her ears.



Chapter 7 - The Arrangement

By the time Bob and Tracy returned from the resort on Saturday, they
were both exhausted and they slept for most of the next two days. When
Bob finally checked their voice mail on Monday, there were a dozen
messages from Ted, each sounding increasingly irate. Dreading the
conversation but knowing that putting it off any longer would only make
it harder, Bob reluctantly dialed Ted's number.

"Hello?" Ted answered.

"Hi Ted. It's Bob."

"Where the hell have you been?" Ted yelled into the phone. "I've been
trying to get a hold of you for two days. I was starting to think that
you were trying to renege on our deal and had decided to skip town."

"Tracy and I have been sleeping since we got home", Bob replied
defensively. "We didn't get much sleep at the resort and we were both
exhausted. So get off my back or I will renege on the deal and you can
try to sue me in court. Got it?"

"Hey relax. I'm sorry I overreacted and accused you of trying to renege.
I'm just so excited about having two beautiful women like Victoria and
Tracy for a whole weekend. I should have warned you that you have to
pace yourself. You'll soon discover that Tracy wants sex anytime you
want it and you have to decide how much you can handle without killing
yourself."

"I kind of figured that out", Bob replied with a smirk. "Look, I'm sorry
I snapped at you like that. It's just that I'm not completely
comfortable with the idea of Tracy sleeping with another man."

"I really do understand", Ted reassured him, "but I'm still not going to
let you off the hook. If it makes you feel any better, I promise I won't
hurt her and maybe I'll lend you Victoria for a weekend sometime. How
does that sound?"

"Thanks for the offer but I don't think I could handle them both for a
whole weekend" Bob chuckled. "How about you take Tracy the weekend after
next? I want to enjoy having my wife back again before I lose her again,
even if it is only for a weekend."

Ted was silent for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that's okay. Since I've
waited this long, I'm sure another week won't kill me. How about I pick
her up Friday afternoon and return her Monday morning?"

"Sounds good to me."

"There's just one more thing", Ted continued. "I was thinking that maybe
you should lend me the amulet for the weekend. I want to be sure that
Tracy won't feel guilty about having sex with me while you're still her
master. I promise I'll give it back when I return her Monday morning."

"I-I don't know", Bob said hesitantly. He didn't trust Ted at all but he
wasn't completely sure how the amulet worked and didn't want to cause
Tracy any undue anguish.

"I'm only doing it to save Tracy's feelings", Ted explained, "but if you
don't mind if she feels bad about sleeping with me then that's okay."

"Well, okay", Bob reluctantly agreed. "I'll give you the amulet when you
come to pick her up. Now if there's nothing else, I'm going back to
bed."

"Go ahead. Just make sure that Tracy is well-rested when I come to pick
her up."

"Yeah okay. See you then".

Click.



Chapter 8 - The Transfer

The clock had just finished striking the hour when Bob heard the
doorbell. As he opened the door for Ted, he looked at his watch and
said, "When you said afternoon, you meant just after noon, didn't you?"

"Well you know how excited I am about this", Ted replied gleefully.
"Where's Tracy?"

"She's upstairs getting ready."

"And, um, where's the amulet", Ted asked hesitantly.

In response, Bob reached into his pocket and pulled out the shiny
pendant. He held it tightly in his hand for a few moments before slowly
handing it to Ted. "I'll call her", he said quietly as he walked over to
the stairs. "Tracy?" he yelled but there was no response. "Tracy?" he
yelled again but, again, there was no response.

"Let me try", Ted volunteered as he stashed the amulet in his pocket.
"Tracy?" he called.

A moment later, Tracy bounded down the steps and almost knocked Bob over
as she ran over to Ted and dropped to her knees. "I'm sorry, master",
she apologized. "I didn't hear you come in. How may I serve you?" She
was wearing a light summer dress that stopped just above her knees and a
pair of white open-toed sandals. Her pink nipples were clearly visible
through the flimsy material, revealing that she was not wearing a bra.

Bob grimaced as he watched the woman he loved groveling before another
man.

"Are you ready to go, slave?" Ted asked with a huge smile.

"Yes, master", Tracy replied obediently. "I just need to get my things."

"Don't worry about your things", Ted told her as he helped her to her
feet. "You won't be needing much this weekend." He then turned to Bob
and said, "I guess I'll see you Monday morning".

Bob just grunted as Ted and Tracy headed for the door. He watched
miserably as they climbed into Ted's car and sped away. Long after they
had driven out of sight, he stood there motionless before finally
turning and going back inside.



Author's note:
This is the first story that I have posted to the Internet and I hope
you enjoy it. I apologize for any incorrect spelling, grammar or
punctuation. I am not a writer by trade and it is difficult to proofread
your own material. I anxiously await any feedback that I receive. It is
not necessary to go into great detail (although any helpful comments
will be greatly appreciated). It is sufficient to tell me whether I
should post further stories (which I have) or stick to my day job and
never bother this newsgroup again. Please send all suggestions and
opinions to mc_writer@hotmail.com.


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