Just a Touch of Voodoo
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 7
When we got to the bedroom, I was wondering who was going to perform Meadow’s bonding with her being in the center circle with me. I didn’t need to wait long, as the room was filled with ozone, and Aunty Fréda walked through the bedroom door. I blinked, and we were naked and in the dark, with all of us in our spots surrounding all of us. “Are you ready to be bonded to this sweet boy, sister Meadow?” Fréda asked.
“Yes, more than ever.”
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I gasped as an ethereal hand wrapped around my cock, then a large flask appeared and floated in front of my cock. My orgasm was so strong I thought I was going to die. Soon, the flask that was filled with my cum poured itself over Meadow, covering her with its contents. Another large flask with a white liquid in it floated around, collecting a drop of blood from Pure, Pris, Pur, Niks, Rose, Sonja, Meadow, and then me. We drank from the flask in the order we gave our blood.
With a bright flash and a crack of the loudest thunder I have ever heard, we were back in our bedroom. Meadow was snuggled up to me. “Time to get up, sleepyheads,” Rose called out.
“What time is it?” Niks asked.
“Five thirty,” Rose said to Niks.
“For the love of God, why?” Sonja asked.
“Time to get up and work out, that’s why!” A giggling Rose said.
Niks punched me in the chest as she climbed over Meadow and me. “This is your fault.”
“Come on, you’re wasting daylight!” called Rose as she walked closer to the bed, pulling the covers off us.
“It’s still dark,” I grumbled at Rose.
Rose left for a few minutes, but when she came back, she poured extremely cold marbles into the bed with all of us still in bed. There wasn’t anywhere we could move without the marbles following us, so we had no choice but to get out of bed.
I glared at Rose when I passed her on my way to the bathroom, which got me a slap on the ass from her. No one was in the bedroom when I got out of the bathroom, so I dressed in my workout clothes and made my way downstairs.
When I entered the room, I got glares from everyone. “Start on the treadmill and leave the settings alone!” Rose barked at me. Doing as I was told; I got on the treadmill and hit the start button. It started out slow at first, then began getting faster and faster until I was at a full sprint. The one thought I had run through my head was that Rose was a sadist.
By the time it started slowing down, my lungs and legs were burning, and my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest.
“Take the incline next,” Rose said, not giving me time to catch my breath.
“But...” was all I got out.
“But nothing, Mister,” she said, pointing at the incline machine.
By the time we were allowed to stop, I felt used and abused. The girls used the shower downstairs, which left me having to use another one. I knew I didn’t want to use our bathroom shower but decided to make the trip upstairs, anyway. I was going to have to climb the stairs to get dressed, so I made the trip. My legs burned as I made my way to take a shower; boy, did the hot water feel good.
The rumbling outside let me know we were not riding our bikes to school. I could hear the girls grumbling as they made their way upstairs to get ready for the day. With the looks I was getting from the girls, I knew it was going to be a long day. Knowing better than to stay in hostile territory, I left the room to get something for breakfast. Meadow and Rose were in the process of getting breakfast ready, but it wasn’t the breakfast I was ready for, because it was healthy.
“Where’s the bacon, eggs, biscuits, and gravy?” I asked, looking at the fruits and vegetables in front of me on the table.
“Those are for your ‘cheat’ day,” Rose told me as she sat a large glass of what I don’t know in front of me. “Protein shake,” she said and walked away.
“Ich,” was all I managed to squeak out.
When the girls sat at the table, the voice in my head said, “I’m in danger,” because of the way they were looking at me.
I was hungry, so I ate what was placed in front of me. The shake wasn’t all that bad, but it was just not what I wanted. If looks could kill, I would have been a dead man several times over. What made matters worse was that Rose had made our lunches. Three beautiful and very angry-looking faces slowly turned to look at me. The smell of bacon hit my nose, and Niks said in a demonic voice out of the Exorcism, “You.”
We grabbed our lunches and went out to Pris’s Jeep. “Take your Jeep,” they said in unison, making me think of the twins in The Shining, “Come and play with us,” which gave me the chills.
Just as I turned to go get my keys, the bottom fell out of the sky, and it began pouring rain. By the time I got back outside, the girls were gone, and I was soaked and cold. Getting to school took a little longer because of the rain; luckily, my parking spot was next to Pris’s, which was close to the front door of the school. I was even more soaked when I got inside, and there I found the girls with an extra in tow: Lorelei.
When the girls saw me, they started laughing. “Awe, poor baby,” Lorelei said as she walked over and punched me in the chest. This time there was an immediate shock to both of us. “You fucker, you shocked me!” She said and punched me again.
“How do you know it wasn’t you who shocked me?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“I would do no such thing!” She said and walked away.
I followed Pris to her locker, squishing all the way, not remembering where my locker was; I just knew her locker was next to mine.
I had to get her to open my locker because it just wouldn’t open for me. I put my lunch inside, put my lock on it, and followed Pris to our first class, where I had to duck to go inside.
Pris took her seat and pointed to the seat next to her for me to sit in. “Is it safe?” I asked her. She giggled and nodded her head, so I sat down. Looking around, I saw that Niks was to my right and Sonja was behind Pris.
When the bell rang, the teacher stood up with a handful of papers. She placed the paper face down on my desk and moved to the next student. I peeked at the paper and saw it was a fucking test. We were getting a test on the first day of school! WTF was this shit?
“Okay class, you can turn over your paper,” she said when she got to the front of the classroom. “As you can see, it is in fact a test. I want to know where each of you stands as far as your retention of what you learned from last year.” The groans from the other students let me know we were on the same page; this was bullshit.
I thought I had taken my time, but when I looked up, everyone else still had their heads down. It took me twenty minutes to do the twenty-problem test. Pris, Niks, and Sonja looked at me when I turned my test over and sat back at my desk with my hands on the back of my head. Pris shook her head at me and went back to doing her test.
“Are you finished with your test, Mr. Daniels?” The teacher asked me.
“Yes, Mrs...”
“Cook.”
“Yes, Mrs. Cook,” I told her.
She waved me to her desk, so picking up my test, I went to her desk. I placed the test on her desk and went to return to my seat. “Wait there,” she told me, so I stayed put. She didn’t make any marks on my test. “Where did you go to school before coming here?” She asked.
“Ballasard Academy,” I told her.
Her eyes went wide. “You can return to your desk and sit quietly while the others finish their test,” she told me, and then she went back to whatever she had been doing before she called me to her desk.
I looked at Pris, Niks, and Sonja and saw that they had finished their tests but were making it look like they were still taking them.
The guy behind me let out a “Buckman” fart, and if you don’t know what that is, watch “Down Periscope” so you’ll know. I tried to put my face in my shirt, and the smell still bled through.
Some guy over on the other side of the room, after sipping air, said, “I can taste it!” That got me giggling, and that was a bad thing. I don’t know what the fucker ate, but it did not agree with him.
Not being able to take it any longer, I got up and opened the classroom door. There was a janitor’s cart out in the hallway, and on it was a can of air freshener. I grabbed the air freshener and sprayed the room, hoping to kill the smell. Oh, I’d fucked up bad. Because I had managed to make the classroom smell like shit-scented potpourri.
By now, most of the other students were done with their test, turned them in, and had gone to stand in the hallway. At this point, I was thinking this motherfucker had something medically wrong with him, because the smell would not dissipate.
It didn’t even seem to faze the guy whatsoever. This was for sure; he could have a great career as a chemical warfare specialist if he wanted the job. When the bell rang, Pris and I had to venture back into the contamination zone to get our bookbags; lucky us.
“What were you thinking?” Pris asked me.
“I was trying to kill the smell,” I told her with all seriousness.
“Not that, Smartass, doing your test so fast,” she said and punched me in the arm.
“I just did the problems.”
“That fast?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You’ll see,” was all she said.
“What’s that mean?” I asked. Pris just shrugged her shoulders as we walked to our next class.
We looked into our next classroom to see if the fumigator was in this class as well; thank God he wasn’t. We took seats next to one another again, and I saw on the ‘Smart Board’ that the teacher’s name was Mr. Hand.
As soon as the bell rang, he closed and locked the classroom door. Mr. Hand started speaking, and there was a knock on the door, so he walked over and opened it to a female student standing there. “Why are you late for my class?” He asked the student.
“Sorry, my locker is on the other side of the school,” the student replied.
“What’s your name?” Mr. Hand asked.
“Jennifer Specolli,” the female student answered.
If this had been any other class but history, I wouldn’t have been so close to losing my shit. Mr. Hand let Jennifer take her seat and started the class. The class was dry and boring, like watching paint dry boring.
When we got out in the hall, Niks finally spoke to me. “What was so funny?” she asked with a straight face.
“You don’t know?” I asked.
“No, I don’t know.”
I tried explaining it to her, but something was lost in translation. “I’ll show you when we get home,” I told her as we arrived at our next class. We had another test to ‘gauge’ our retention, and again, I finished but made it look like I was still working on it. The bell rang, and we went to our next class. “You finished it early again, didn’t you?” Pris asked me. All I did was nod.
The fumigator was in our next class, so we waited for him to sit down and sat as far away from him as we could, which wasn’t far, because the fucker sat in the middle of the room. I asked if I could go to the nurse’s office, getting strange looks from Sonja, Niks, and Pris, when I was allowed to go.
“Got any VapoRub?” I asked the nurse as soon as I walked in, getting another look of befuddlement.
“Please,” I asked, batting my eyelashes.
She pointed to the table beside me, and there I saw small VapoRub packets, about half the size of catsup packets. I grabbed four and went back to class, handing one each to Pris, Niks, and Sonja. Again, they gave me a weird look, so I tore mine open, putting a small amount on my finger, and rubbed it underneath my nose. They understood then and did the same thing. On the way home, I would stop and get a jar of the stuff and keep it in my bookbag.
No sudden explosions happened, thank God, so we all took our test in peace and fresh air. Ahh, lunchtime; I had to get Pris to open my locker again to get my lunch out. During lunch, I learned the fumigator’s name was Tom and his mom was the school nurse; sucks to be me.
The girls were back to not talking to me when we saw what Rose had packed for our lunches. Baked chicken, rabbit food, and water. “I’m getting something from the vending machine!” Sonja said as she got up from the table.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Niks told her.
“Why?” Sonja asked, with Pris and I waiting for the answer.
“She will know; I can’t tell you how, but she’ll know you ate junk food.”
Sonja sat back down and gave me a dirty look.
“Hey, I’m eating the same thing you are,” I told her. Sonja ‘huffed’ and ate her food, just like the rest of us did.
Our next class had ... anyone, anyone ... ding, ding, ding, ding, ding ... a test, and so did our next class after that. The only one of us to have any type of Phys-ed was Lorelei. She had Karate, so we went and watched. The teacher was a man about six-three, two hundred or so pounds. He had five inches and about eighty pounds on Lorelei, guessing by how they looked standing next to each other.
Lorelei had gone over to introduce herself before the class started, and after a few minutes she walked back over to us and said, “He’s only a fourth-degree black belt.”
“What are you?” I asked her.
“Eighth,” she said with a smile.
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