Chapter 117: Voudon Priestesses

Friday, June 11, 1971

Skipping them for the moment, I scanned the last of the eight women. It was then that I began to figure out what was happening. The three visitors were in the process of ripping off the last woman’s clothes, slapping her ass and breasts repeatedly as they started strapping her into another of the odd-looking contraptions. I was surprised as I realized I had finally found Sam Dewey. Except she wasn’t a Sam, but a Samantha. Sam Dewey was a woman!

I also discovered that this was not a game. She was scared. Big time! Sam/Samantha had already realized that she could die, because that’s what usually happened when someone crossed very powerful clients like those she catered to. However, she feared even more, that these Vodoun priestesses would probably make it a very long and painful death.

As they continued to strap Samantha into the strange apparatus, I found out that the forty-four-year-old Samantha Singletary had decided to disguise herself as a man to get into college, some twenty-five years ago. It came about after she was first accepted to Harvard, and then rejected, so that the college could give her slot to a GI returning home from the war.

Deciding it was better to join them rather than fight them; she cut her hair very short, bound her breasts, and with the help of a carefully assembled wardrobe, transformed herself into a man. Then paying someone to alter the name on her transcripts to Dewey, which had been her grandmother’s maiden name, she moved to Connecticut, and reapplied to several colleges, before finally getting admitted to Yale.

She eventually made it through Yale Law School, keeping her gender a secret with the help of her new tenant, which she had taken in to help defray expenses. Brenda was a lesbian stripper who had quickly seen through her landlord’s disguise, and because she did not care for men, decided to assist Samantha in perfecting her disguise. Along the way, she also taught her the pleasures of sapphic love.

On graduating from Yale, ‘Sam’ became an Assistant District Attorney in New Orleans, where she quickly learned that the District Attorney profession was not nearly as lucrative as she would have preferred. After several years, Sam resigned, opening a small private practice where she began to utilize her talent for secrets with the clients she had previously opposed in the courtroom, parlaying them into a lucrative career.

Sam’s list of clients was unique in that they were all rich and powerful, and they all had secrets. Whenever they wanted or needed something, Sam would provide it without any questions.

Her latest client had paid her extravagantly to deliver a young girl who, it was rumored, had been ordained to be the future mother of the next Haitian gods. Sam had promised her client to hand over the young girl tonight. And she would have too, if not for that meddlesome teenager with the fancy railcar.

So her client had sent the three Vodoun priestesses, I surmised. He was the one I was looking for.

As the three black girls were wrestling Samantha into the strange apparatus, she kept wondering what was keeping the men she had sent to Houston to bring the young girl back. They should have been here by now!

However, since there was no young girl as they were promised, the three priestesses had decided that Sam had defaulted on the contract. Moreover, they were not happy. Their boss had paid a lot of money for the girl, and they had come a long way to collect her. Now, they were about to take out their displeasure on Samantha, and demonstrate what happened when you did not deliver as promised to the one who had sent them.

Samantha Dewey was naked and bent, contorted really, over another of the dungeon’s devices. Looking at her from the side, she was bent at the waist across a horizontal wooden bar, with a strap across her back holding her securely to the bar. Her hands were being secured behind her to a second horizontal bar a foot or so above the first bar, arching her back, and pulling her head upwards. Her legs were spread and strapped above the knee and at her ankles to the outside of the frame.

It had the effect of bending her over and spreading her open while arching her back, causing her medium-sized breasts to stick out almost horizontally. There were chains clamped to both nipples, with some serious weights attached to the ends. Samantha grimaced, trying not to cry out, as they swung and bounced with her every move.

Samantha tried as best she could not to move, but that became difficult when the biggest of the three black girls slipped on a strap-on dildo and positioned it at the opening of Samantha’s pussy. Then without any preparation or warning, she cruelly plunged it as deep as she could into Samantha’s unprepared pussy.

Samantha’s scream filled the darkened chamber, drowning out the others.

“You fuck our master, now we fuck you!” the priestess said in a low and menacing growl. Then easing the huge dildo back out, the big black girl once more slammed the huge plastic cock rapidly to its fullest depth. Samantha rose up on her tiptoes as far as the restraints would allow as the priestess continued the assault. Always easing it out completely before plunging back in, she continued to berate the older woman for not keeping her end of the bargain.

Each time she slammed into the bound woman, Samantha screamed, futilely twisting her body as if trying to get away, but the contraption held her tight. And each time she jerked, the weights attached to her nipples jumped erratically, pulling and tugging on Samantha’s now very distended nipples.

The priestess who was fucking Samantha stood at least six foot tall, and her dark ebony skin glistened with sweat as she drove her fake cock painfully into Samantha over and over. Her head was shaved bald and covered with a sheen of perspiration from her exertions as she continued to pound away at Samantha’s pussy.

Her dark skin was painted with white lines and symbols, including a crude skull and crossbones painted on her large biceps. She wore leather thongs with silver trinkets on each wrist and her left ankle that jingled with every plunge of the strap-on dildo she was wearing. Her breasts were large, even for her size, and her dark nipples were the biggest I had ever seen. On each of her breasts were various symbols that appeared to be tattoos, instead of painted on.

The other two amazons, only slightly smaller than their leader, were moving between the other bound women, flicking them with the whips or canes that they carried. Both of them bore an uncanny resemblance to their leader, but I marked it up to the shaved heads. I couldn’t even guess at their ages, but they appeared young and in great shape. They both also wore strap-ons with wicked looking phalluses attached and I had the impression they were awaiting their own turns with Sam/Samantha.

They were so busy brutalizing their victims, they seemed to have forgotten I was there, neither looking at me nor speaking to me since I had first arrived. I had taken the time to size up the situation, and now it was time to act. I knew that the FBI would be here soon. I also figured that I could get what I wanted from the one of the three priestesses. So, I began to focus on the chief priestess as I scanned her again, however, I still couldn’t read her.

“Oh, shit! I should have spent more time discussing shielding with Deedee and Abby!” I thought.

“Sorry to interrupt,” I finally said to the priestess as Sam/Samantha’s screams had turned to rasping breaths. “I was looking for Sam Dewey, but I see she’s busy...”

“Maybe if I distract her,” I thought. “It might cause them to drop their shielding. If worse came to worse, I could always try to wrestle her to the ground and break her concentration that way.”

I started towards the priestess, only to discover ... I couldn’t move!

“HA! So the little boy thinks he wants to play,” laughed the tallest priestess. “Be patient little boy, and I will fuck your ass next. However, I must finish my business with this scum-bitch, first. Would you like to watch so you can see what kind of fun I am going to have with you?”

The Vodoun priestess then withdrew and moved to Samantha’s head, flicking her breasts and causing the weights to jiggle painfully. But Samantha was just about screamed out, as she just hung there, whimpering. The priestess then knelt in front of the bound girl, whispering in her ear as she stroked her hair soothingly. Only Samantha wasn’t being soothed because just then, one of the junior priestesses had introduced her strap-on dildo into Samantha’s unprepared asshole.

Samantha screamed bloody murder and her nipples stretched obscenely as the weights jerked with her movements. She continued to scream at the unrelenting assault on her ass.

I continued trying to move, but it was as if my feet were welded to the floor. I then tried to zap the priestesses’ motor cortices, but nothing happened. So I tried once more to penetrate her shielding, but it was just too strong. “This is some fucking weird magic!” I thought. “I didn’t believe shit like this could happen.”

“Michael, I’m sending in the troops. Hang on!” Anna thought in a panic as she realized something bad was happening to me.

“NO. Wait!” I thought to her. Then blocking out everything before me, I took a deep breath and began to focus on Catherine, recalling my feelings for her. Almost immediately, I could feel my powers begin to increase. Then I focused on Nicky, followed by Adriana, and all the others. By the time I got to Abby, I could lift my feet against their spells. But could I penetrate their shields? It was time to find out.

“Michael! The eyes. That’s how you get in. Think of me and look directly into her eyes!” Deedee said adamantly. “Think of me.”